#andrew plays the drums i think

[baby-foxes-and-frens]

Kevin Andrew and Robin as rock band but Kevin gets a fancy ass electric violin

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

if they made a homestuck movie:

VOICEOVER: it's coming...

*two drum beats*

JOHN EGBERT: *puts the disk for sburb into his computer* i'm in

VOICEOVER: this summer

*two drum beats*

ROSE LALONDE: *rolls eyes* john, stop goofing around

VOICEOVER: prepare to be stuck...

*two drum beats*

JADE HARLEY: *wakes up and looks around*

VOICEOVER: at home

*two drum beats*

DAVE STRIDER: *spins record* woah, this is off the wall, yo

*shitty orchestral cover of sburban jungle plays*

ROXY: but you don't understand! this game is dangerous!

*cut to dave leaving his clone behind at his quest bed*

DAVE: i can't do it... i just can't kill another me...

*bec noir appears next to alt dave*

ALT DAVE: he's right behind me isn't he

*fades to black as bec noir slashes a sword at alt dave's neck*

*text on screen reads "ASCEND"*

*cut to rose in her shed*

JOHN: rose, the meteor's gonna hit!!

ROSE: *grabs computer* *rolls eyes*

*text on screen reads "DESCEND"*

*cut to scenes of the war on the chess field*

*text on screen reads "RISE UP"*

*cut to john, running out of his kitchen*

JOHN: these imps are everywhere!!

*text on screen reads "ABSCOND"*

ROSE: it's all over...

*cut to the various sprites being sprited*

*cut to jake kissing dirk's head*

DIRK STRIDER: *standing nearby* *coughs* awkward...

*cut to terezi and john after game over*

TEREZI: john, 1t's 4ll up to you now...

JOHN: *gasps*

*cut to john and dave hugging*

NEPETA: *grins* :33< i ship ittttt

KARKAT: *facepalm*

*cut to terezi and vriska facing off*

TEREZI: vr1ska, you c4n't do th1s!

VRISKA: watch me!

*montage of vriska doing a bunch of random and cool stuff*

VRISKA: i can do anything!!!!!!!!

*cut to grimdark rose and dave*

ROSE: to win... we're gonna have to blow up the sun

DAVE: awww snap

*text on screen reads "NIC CAGE"*

JOHN: and i mean, of COURSE con air is the best movie ever!! what other movie would you even suggest

*text on screen reads "LIL NAS X"*

DAVE: man, this isn't even the best song in obama's whole rap career

*text on screen reads "AMANDLA STENBERG"*

ROSE: *rolls eyes* whatever, mom! i'm summoning cuthulu!

*text on screen reads "ZENDAYA"*

JADE: *petting bec* oh, who's the best dog! is it you?

*a bunch more celebrity names on screen*

*text on screen reads "BASED ON THE WEBCOMIC BY ANDREW HUSSIE"*

ANDREW HUSSIE: *sitting in chair* wait, am i still in this movie? do i still die?

VOICEOVER: yes

HUSSIE: oh poop

*text on screen reads "HOMESTUCK: THE MOVIE"*

JOHN: we're gonna save the world... or die trying

*quick montage of every single death scene*

DAVE: i think we're gonna die trying

JOHN: daaaaveeee

*text on screen reads "COMING THIS SUMMER"*

*cut to dave beatboxing*

KARKAT: CAN YOU SHUT UP?!

DAVE: are you gonna make me?

NEPETA: :33< ooooh—

DAVE and KARKAT in unison: DON'T SAY IT

NEPETA: :33< ship it

*they both sigh*

*cut to black*

[etunpeudevitriol]

A collection of things from various Tally Hall concert video recordings that give me that little kick of dopamine:

The way Zubin trills through the word heterophonic in some live recordings of Welcome to Tally Hall

Rob beating the shit out of the tambourine during Praise You

Praise You tambourine toss

When Andrew plays a particularly complicated piano part and his head gets stuck in tilted position as he focuses

That time period when Zubin's bangs were so long you couldn't see half his face

Joe's double jointed eyebrows (like that megamind "no bitches?" meme) during emotional/intense songs

How Zubin's always grooving and bopping to the song they're playing

Occasionally Rob also bops with the songs, and sometimes when he does his upper body rocks back and forth like a metronome

Andrew using his sound effects keyboard for evil

When Zubin flexes his vocal capabilities during covers. During any song really, but he always turns it up to 11 (out of a possible 5) for covers

Ross going *bongobongobongo clap bongobongobongo clap clap* toward the end of acoustic versions of Spring and a Storm

"Mr. Moon?" "Yeah?" "Tell us about the sky!" "Okay" <-during the Wall Party concert. I now add in the "okay" myself every time I sing along to Spring and a Storm (like the "Où! Ça!" in the Notre Place if you know you know)

Every single shenanigan that occurs when they start playing Just A Friend

When Andrew plays with his face half an inch away from being fully faceplanted into the keyboard

Bora being a jack-of-all-trades. Whistling, accordion playing, bass playing, American Sign Language, saying "Sold!", he does it all

Andrew headbanging so hard that his glasses yeet themselves off

When Zubin turns away from the crowd and plays to Ross

When the other ties hype the shit out of Ross and he gets the wildest applause. And he'll either be doing a crazy drum solo or sitting all proud like :]

Joe's 4-syllable insert during Just a Friend (if only he'd also done one for the studio recording 😔)

Maple Leaf Rag intro with all the instruments joining in

I'm sure there's more but that's all I can think of

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

20 minutes of my life I'll never get back. 🤦‍♂️

I must be a glutton for punishment because I actually watched Kinsey Schofield's 20 min interview w/Valentine Low. May this rant save you from making the same mistake:

Valentine Low & Kinsey Schofield just reminded me that the British press is in desperate need of a grief recovery workshop to let go of their palace manufactured PR image of Sparry, "the CONSERVATIONIST," and accept the REALITY: Sparry has ALWAYS been a member of the lost boys who never intend to grow up. He loves drugs, perverted soho house sex play pens, and living a secret lifestyle in San Francisco, CA. As we saw in the South Park Documentary, Sparry has always wanted to be left alone so he can just bang on his drums all day.

The British media needs to accept that they never knew the Sparry aka Prince Harry. Much like Fergie & Andrew: The Meghans are two (2) intellectually below average individuals who married in haste. Both their academic & professional work histories indicate that these two (2) immature adults, lack even the basic skills necessary to function in society without the help of a PR "machine" whose job is to clean up their messes and repeatedly rebrand them into more acceptable members of polite society. It's past time for Valentine Low and other UK journalists to admit that they never really knew Sparry. All their Diana goodwill should now be invested into the future of the BRF (the family of Prince William)

No amount of hoping for the best or "covering up" for Sparry's misdeeds can transform the moral rot in his character. They bought and sold the PR image manufactured by the palace. It was the paparazzi & other "undesirables" who had the misfortune of observing the REAL Sparry. They watched him mistreat drivers, security, staffers, etc long BEFORE he was seduced by MEgain.

V Low believes Sparry flew a helicopter! 😳 Come on! Too many REAL service members have spoken out about Sparry's military character and performance and there's nothing good about it.

Sparry, like his wife is also a liar and a bully. He's not intellectually bright, he never was... He even bullied his grandparents before the "spectacle," he bullied Meghan's father...we heard reports about seeking a left wing wife and his interest in living in the US----all before MEgain.

Low also thinks Sparry loves his children. Has Valentine Low ever seen the invisibles? No. He's transferred a PR image to a couple of never before seen kids and their so called father. A so-called "father" who is willing to destroy his brother's children (and the innocent children of other couples) through the spread of destructive lies, has zero interest in the REAL wellbeing of anyone's kids, least of all his own.

As for the Wife: her ability to earn a college degree as an American teenager/young adult without even the offer of an ACADEMIC scholarship means that she too is mediocre and overrated. Her university commencement program states that she was a candidate for a degree in "communications" NOT some whip smart area of study like biochemistry or engineering! 🤦‍♂️

As a university student, thanks to her dad's brother (mike), she spent a measly six (6) weeks in Argentina on an exchange program (paid by her father) until she failed an exam that would have allowed her to apply for (real) jobs in the States. An intellectual or any hard worker would have studied until she passed the test. Not Rachel Meghan Markle. If no one was willing to make an exception for her low marks, then she would whore her way up a series of ladders until she found someone dumb enough to give her a platform.

No, this is NOT a "smart" couple. This couple is a cautionary tale about how Water seeks it's own level: Sparry's mother and teachers did him a disservice, just as MEgain's father did her a disservice: SPARE the rod & SPOIL the child

Kinsey believes that MEgain is "smart" because she achieved a Duchess title. (What does this tell us about Kinsey's IQ. 🤦‍♂️😳)

MEgain became a "Duchess" because she was a professional "seductress" employeed by Markus Anderson & Soho House. Everything this couple achieves is smoke & mirrors based on TRANSACTIONAL relationships where they bully & harass anyone standing in their way.

They don't even possess good work ethics, let alone above average IQs. Please call a spade a spade (or in this case a spare a spare) and stop gaslighting the public about what Sparry could have done had he not been involved with the wife.

We watched the wife verbally abuse KP staffers over bereavement flowers and feckless Sparry stood by in AGREEMENT. Wicked queen Jezebel 2.0 and traitorous king ahab 2.0. Let them go!

[iamsmoll]

Headcannon about katsuki bakugou and that his favorite movie is whiplash. Its cannon that he know how to play drums but I like to think he secretly enjoys jazz and how abrasive yet organized it is. The music pushes limits similar to how he likes to do and he admires the determination shown in the movie.

Just random food for thoughts as I’m watching whiplash now 🤷‍♀️ he gives off very Andrew vibes

Further more, following the head cannon that as he gets older he loses more of his hearing do to close proximity with his quirk, he plays the drums more and more often because he enjoys the vibrations and how he can feel the music without having to hear it necessarily.

[devilish-parrot]

Tally Hall themed names for pets:

you can also use this to name your children (or renaming yourself)

If you own a tally hall themed zoo(bin), then you know where to look for names

these are all of course only sugestions. im not forcing you to name you dog zirconium pants.

Most of this isnt serious but if you see some good ideas, go for it. youre welcome in advance

(this has been sitting in my drafts for months and ive lost motivation to finish it but you can roughly guess how it goes)

peoples names:

Zubin

Rob

Ross

Andrew

Joe

Bora

Casey

Marvin

Sally

Steve

Ryan

Colours:

Blue

Yellow

Grey

Green

Red

Orange

Black

Instruments:

Electric guitar

Acoustic guitar

Guitar

Ukuklele

Accordian

Flute

Drum

Piano

Keyboard

Microphone

Amp

Roland Amp

Violin

Bongo

Pair names:

What, When

Circles, Spirals

Birds, Bees (unfortunetly most people will think its a sex ed reference)

Mary-Kate, Ashley (most ppl will think its a direct reference to the olsen twins though)

Juno, Sun

Good, Evil

T, A-L-L-Y

Case, Bass

Click, Flick

Collectable, Delectable

No Answers, No Questions

Bubmle, Mumble

Once, Twice

Where, There

Here, There

Twice, Thrice

Direction, Voice

Double, Bonus

Bung Vulchungo, Zimbabwe Songbirds

Laugh, Kick it back

Rythm, Rhyme

Whether, Whatever

Whether, Anything

Bungalay, Bungalow

Too much, Not enough

Back, Forth

One Thing, Another

Spring, Storm

Enthusiastic, Alive

Silent, Explosive

Over Again, Never Again

Laugh, Clap

Serious, Delirious

Gallows, Ghetto

Town, Meadow

Billows, Over the Sun

End of a time, Another Begun

sky, all the land

Song Lyrics:

MARVINS MARVELOUS MECHANICAL MUSEUM

Good Day

Id like to say hello and welcome you good day

Glass eyes

Nothing

Something

Television

Cardboard houses

Xray Vision

Silly Rhymes

Telephones

Silly games

Periods

Question Marks

2. Greener

Greener

Seconds

Boulders

Weather

Breaking me slowly

Meaner

Cleaner

Greener shade of envy

3. Welcome to Tally Hall

T-A-L-L-Y

Mini Mall

Mega Mart

Eddie Thatch (most ppl will think youre directly referencing blackbeard)

WWTDH

Tizzy Hizzy

Carnival

Tally Hall (not the most creative but whatever)

Automated Players

Suave Fellow

Heterophonic Tunes

Proud Loud Guy

Sipping 'gnac (or Cognac)

Bill Laimbeer

Locksmith

Keys

Badiggle

Unpredictable Games

Antiqueties

English Chap

Knickers

Gall

Sterosonic

Animatronic

Robo-Electronic Ebonics

Quick Distraction

Mechanic Attraction

Good Old-Fashioned Puppet Show

Marionette Quintet

We think we're playing in a band

4. Taken For a Ride

Helpless land

Happy

Sadistic Mystic

Elavator

Fifteen Flights

Creatures

Listening

Painted Whispered Light

Forgotten Hill

Stranded Senate

White Brick House

Lonely Papaerbacks

Tiptoed

Wooden Sign

Lovely

One Secondary Smile

Extra Mile

Chemistry (is gone)

Taken for a Ride

Actor

World Renowned

Last real day of silence

Picture of a Letter

No Secrets (In the door)

5. The Bidding

Mmm-mmmmm-mmmm-mmmm (you have to hum the tune)

Cardboard Box

Liqor shop

Pavlov Dog

(Activate my) Bell

(Not a) Single Lady

Atmosphere

Continent

Hemisphere

Circumvent

Disappear

I graduated at the Top

(I like to take advantage of the) Bourgeoisie

Fantasy

Queen

Couple bucks

Gentlemen

Four Times a Lady

Dont shop Around

The Bidding

He's Sold

6. Be Born

Quite Content

Swimming Pool

Pink-Skinned Babes

Forever Young

See the Sun

Six Inches

Dozen People

Cry

(Follow my) Instruction

Little Ball

Bah/ Dah/ Baheyah

7. Banana Man

Colonel P.T Chester Whitmore

Bung Vulchungo

Zimbabwe Songbirds

Banana man

White Hot Sand

Banana Tree

Banana Flow

Mm mm mm mmm

Flame

Spirit

Spirit Game

Spirit Names

Spirit Cloud

Songbirds

Fire light

uptight

Little Fun

Bungalow

Bumping of the drum

Troubles

Go with the Flow

Whatever you may never know

Beckoning Man

African't

Nine o clock

Busy Town

8. Just Apathy

Just one state of mind

Something better

(no) Perfect find

Why i bother

Consider the Possibility

Im so tired

Inspired

I feel bad

I made her sad

I need to learn

Step blindly

close my eyes

Acting kindly

9. Spring and a Storm

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

Please stop complaining

Rain

Ground

Sky

Music

Clouds growled overhead

Thunder

Drained my soul away

Mr moon

Deep

Dark

Eternally high (great name for a giraffe)

Obscure

Star

Silent

Explosive

Create

Universe

Overworked

Re-crown

Creation

Over and over and over again

Never again

10. Two Wuv

little thing

just a fling

solely mine

mural

great eyes

fancies

apartments

enrolled in your school

bee

sadness

passes

im calling from tally hall

say that again slowly

lovliness blossomed

11. Haiku

trying

write

haiku

beyond

ancient asian poetry

lost in the sauce

formulaec verse

forte

tried attempts

lah da dee diddum lah dah dah dum ditto dum doo lah dee doh

sufficient

webster

12. the whole world and you

pretty people

sotries

passing letters

questions answered

metaphysical

astronomical

mystical

magical

la la la la la la la la la la la la

kings

distant cities

servisory

congratulatory

brewing

cooing

revealed the truth

not about me

retract

abstract

concluding

13. Ruler of everything

juno

juno was mad

shot at the sun

sun

wily

wily one only friend

mechanical hands

ruler of everything

ruler

everythung

jackrabbit

dance

zurconium pants

consequental

trance

walk

talk

disintegrates

chalk

wif

job

egocentric

mannerisms

wall

mirror

clearer

standing so tall

slobber

clovers

side of the hill

observing the birds

circle in for the kill

facade

scam

cry

detective undercover brotherhood

objective obscene

flibbity jibbity jibber jabber

word to sell story to tell

ringing the bell

comprehend

ubderstand

you resemble a fool

bumbling dragon

14. Hidden in the sand

playing in the sand

found a little band

bid adieu

buy a pony

15. Mucka Blucka

bluck

ba-bluck

a-bluck

blucka

bluck-bluck

blu-ha-ha

blaaah

mucka blucka

mucka-blah

mucka

mucka ba-ba

ba-ba

blough

blucka

bluck

bow

bluckity

blickity

bluck-bluck-bluck

blick

beeiiish

jerk chicken

Good & Evil

Never meant to know

lay of the land

feather in cap

sun in the sand

offered

together again

the earth can stay below

meat from the bone

perfectly equal

being alone

outermost clime

parts combine to one

around the sun

disarray

the sun the shadows cast

reasons on the other hand

2. &

love of the s*n

martyr claiming friends

either perspective of &

weak, strong

wet, dry

right, wrong

live, die

sane, gone

love, not

we forgot

hear it

dont deny it

high, low

new, old

stop, go

hot, cold

john, yoko

dark, light

good night

lesson fron their fathers

same command

lives stuck beside

words, numbers

sound, silence

stop the peace, keep the violence

no, yes

we digress

sad, hapenis (i know how to spell happiness i just cant unhear "ha penis oh god")

big bad betty

golden rule

jungle meet

nothing to love, no one to beat

thungs we know, things we dont

think, cant, will, wont

loath to gather

together, bereft

capitalists, communists

hokey pokey

hate eachother, love yourselves

heaven, hell

3. you & me

starting out a road

carefully unload

open-eyed

another seed to sow

getaway undone

divine, circular design

do do-do do-do

time, place

points along a line

keep on turning

sitting in the park

carefully remark

better when youre learning

in the dark

keep on turning

turn away and around

ive been coming down

4. cannibal

cavern

place where she can stay

darkness

obsessed

need to feed

willing victim

cannibal

rips out my bones

animal

blood is drained

calls it a game

wound

unimstakeable

dig up the skeletons

believe

corners disguised

phantom of glammer

feeding

conceding

5. who you are

appointment

sitting, waiting, hoping

air, night, airplane

flight overcame

distance

emmiting a glow

holding the thoughts

thinking too often

little aloft

not enough heart

armed to the teeth

fireside

falls down

rose up, rode underground

finding found

6. sacred beast

service of the king

almighty

in control of everything

queen decides

lives, dies

tonight we will sing

love, *humming and whistling*

easiest thing

mission

slay the sacred beast

claim our innocence

wont return

feast

riding high

hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

easisest thing

mission

claim our innocence

it knows its only truth

made of lies

auht, ever-wise

compromise

other sides of our disguise

seperate peace

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[ourshadowstallerthanoursoul]

An audience with... John Paul Jones

(from Uncut, April 2010 - link)

You’re stuck on a deserted island, you have one instrument you can bring. It is: a) piano, b) bass or c) mandolin? (Gary Attersley, Ontario, Canada)

Oh… that’s horrible! I’ll probably get Hugh Manson – the guy who builds all my bass guitars – to build me some monstrous instrument that encapsulated all three! Hugh and his brother Andy Manson once actually designed me a triple-necked guitar with 12-string guitar, six-string guitar and mandolin on it! Andy also designed a triple-necked mandolin. But I guess if it really came down to it on a desert island, it would have to be the piano, because you can do so much on it. You’re a whole band. The bass is not much fun on your own.

John, it’s so good to see you so engaged with today. Any advice for old farts who can’t move on? (Andrew Loog Oldham)

Who are you calling an old fart? I dunno, Andy, you tell me! Ha ha. He’s done a good job of staying up to date. Andrew, of course, gave me the name John Paul Jones. I was John Baldwin, until Andrew saw a poster for the French film version of John Paul Jones. I thought it ’d look great in CinemaScope, as I wanted to do music for films. I imagined it saying “Music By John Paul Jones”, over the whole screen. I never realised then that he was the Horatio Nelson of America!

I know that you’ve been getting heavily into bluegrass lately – who are some of your favourite bluegrass artists of all time? (Ryan Godek, Wilmington, Delaware)

Apart from Bill Monroe, you mean? Oh, there’s loads. I’m friends with the Del McCoury band, I love that style of classic bluegrass. I love Sam Bush’s Newgrass stuff. And of course there’s Nickel Creek, Chris Feely, Mike Marshall. I love it all, really. One thing I like about bluegrass is that you don’t require amplifiers, drums and trucks. You can pull an instrument out of a box and get on with some instant music making. I carry a mandolin around wherever I go. I also like the fact bluegrass musicians play more than one instrument. There’s a tradition of them swapping instruments. In bluegrass bands I swap between double bass, fiddle and banjo.

One Butthole Surfers anecdote, please? (Dave Grohl)

Ha! I was brought in to produce the Butthole Surfers’ 1993 album, Independent Worm Saloon. I guess it was to give it a heavy rock vibe, but it didn’t work like that. They were actually incredibly hard-working in the studio, but I do recall running up a phenomenal bar-bill at the San Rafael studio. And then there was Gibby [Haynes, Butthole Surfers’ frontman] and his… eccentric studio behaviour. Gibby did one vocal take shouting into his guitar. He held it out in front of his face and screamed at it. Ha! He was trying to find out if it picked up through the pick-ups, which it kind of did. And that was pretty good.

How’s the violin coming along? (Sean, Berkshire)

I started about three years ago. With the guitar, or the piano, you can sound OK quite quickly. With the violin, it takes much longer. Once you get past the first six months of scraping, of muttering to yourself, “What is this fucking horrible noise on my shoulder?” you get the odd musical bit, and you think, ‘Oh, this is starting to get good.’ And you continue with it for a while. I’m getting into country fiddle playing, Celtic folk songs, a bit of swing. Basic stuff, but very satisfying.

Why not record a second ‘Automatic For The People’ with REM? (Franz Greul, Austria)

They haven’t asked me! But doing the string arrangements for that album was a great experience, actually. They sent me the demos of their songs, and we went into a studio in Atlanta, with members of the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra. They were great songs, something you can really get your teeth into as an arranger. And I’ve been good friends with them ever since.

How did you first meet Josh Homme? And is he still a notorious party monster? (Rob Hirst, Kippax, Leeds)

Well, I think we’ve all calmed down rather a lot. Dave introduced me to Josh at his 40th birthday party. It was a ridiculous themed place where they have jousting with knights. As Dave said, it was like somewhere you’d have your 14th birthday party. Or maybe even your 4th. Anyway, Dave sat Josh and I together for a blind date. Which was reasonably embarrassing for both of us, surrounded by people going “prithee this” and challenging each other to duels. But we survived the trauma and went into the studio the next day, and just started jamming. And I knew immediately it was going to be something special.

If Them Crooked Vultures had Spice Girls-like nicknames what would they be? (Paul Jones, Liverpool)

Dave would be Smiley Vulture. He can’t stop grinning. Josh would be Slinky Vulture. He’s a slinky kinda guy. And I’d be Speedy, I guess. Or Jumpy. So there you go. Smiley, Slinky and Speedy. Or does that sound more like the dwarfs?

I remember you being a pretty funky bass genius back in the day! What memories do you have of those sessions? (Donovan)

The sessions with Don and Mickie Most were great, because we were given a free hand. I usually got leeway, because I was the sort of Motown/Stax specialist, so producers in the mid ’60s would get me in for cover versions of American records, and none of them could write bass parts convincingly enough, so I was London’s answer to James Jamerson, I guess! And I was certainly encouraged to get kinda… funky when I worked with Donovan.

How did it feel to see Jimmy Page and Robert Plant venture off in their own project in the ‘90s without mentioning a word of it to you? (Danny Luscombe, Hull)

Oh yeah, I was pissed off about it. The surprise was in not being told. It’s ancient history now, but it was a bit annoying to find out about it while reading the papers. It came just after Robert and I had been discussing the idea of doing an Unplugged project. Then I’m on tour in Germany with Diamanda Galás, I turn on the TV and see Robert and Jimmy doing it, with someone else playing all my parts! I was pissed off at the time. You would be, woudn’t you? But… it’s all in the past, isn’t it?

Did you listen to much work by Josh Homme or Dave Grohl before you were contacted in relation to joining Them Crooked Vultures, and if so, how did you honestly rate it? (Ralph Ryan, Lisronagh, County Tipperary)

I did like the Foo Fighters and Queens Of The Stone Age, before I’d met either of them. There’s a tendency for people – especially musicians from my generation – to say that there has been this terrible decline in musicianship, that today’s bands haven’t got the chops, blah blah blah. But that’s not true at all. There’s always some people for whom technique on an instrument isn’t necessary. They can get their ideas across without being able to have the chops. But Josh really does have the chops, he just doesn’t feel the need to flash them about all the time. In fact, there were a few riffs he gave me that I had to simplify, because they were bloody difficult to play. I really had to work at it, where he could just flick it off. He is an astonishing musician.

Were you serious when you told Peter Grant that you wanted to jack it in to become choirmaster at Winchester Cathedral? (Brian Fisher, Manchester)

Ha! That was a tongue-in-cheek joke, although I was serious about leaving Led Zeppelin in 1973 unless things changed. But Peter did sort things out pretty quickly. What kind of choirmaster would I have made? A bloody good one! Listen, any way that they’ll pay you for making music is just the best situation in the world. I’d do it for nothing. I don’t care what music it is. I just love it all. The rubbing of notes together. I love it all. I would be very passionate about whatever I decided to do.

What was the worst session you ever did as a jobbing session player? (Adam Burns, Castleford, West Yorkshire)

I generally have fun memories of that time. I’d criss-cross London playing two or three sessions a day, going between Trident and Olympic and Abbey Road and Philips in Marble Arch, you know. You’d be backing Shirley Bassey, Cat Stevens, Lulu, whoever was paying you. The worst experience was a Muzak session. With Muzak sessions, the music was deliberately boring. I distinctly remember one session where I embellished the bass part a little bit, just so that it wasn’t so boring for me to play. They said, “No, you can’t do that. Any interest in the music will distract people’s attention from when they’re meant to be eating.” Or standing in a fucking lift. For fuck’s sake! So I was like, “OK, thanks, bye!”

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happy birthday to the blog !!!

Could I get Norton, ganji, lucky guy, mike and/or andrew with a reader that plays electric guitar? They rlly like rock so sometimes they can hear them playing in their room or during matches to draw the hunter away from other survivors?

hello and thank you lots! only 2 characters are allowed so i picked out two of these who seem the most underrated to me ! ^^

lucky guy and ganji gupta with a reader who plays the electric guitar hcs🎲🏏

lucky guy🎲

he's literally fanboying!!

he himself is a jack-of-all-trades, master of none - so whenever he sees someone with an ability so masterfully sharpened and practiced, he can't help being in awe

he doesn't listen to rock/metal music much (in fact... he doesn't really listen to music in general. he listens to whatever is being played at the moment) so he's a tad... confused and impressed at the same time

would shyly ask you if you'd let him hold it a bit, maybe even let him strum the strings a few times..

might stalk you while you play your guitar in your room - just sit there and watch you skillfully hit every riff and lick, banging your head to the instrumental you're following and jumping around to the beat

it's incredibly easy to catch him staring, it's like he doesn't even mind getting caught😭 mans can't help it but admire you

ganji gupta🏏

might get startled at first due to the amount of loud sounds, but once he figures it out a bit, he finds it to be sick as hell

ganji holds music close to his heart, especially indian music, so this new genre you've exposed him to is still mysterious and unknown to him

the brash, screeching noise of the electric guitar is the polar opposite of the flowy, energetic sound of indian music, it may even hurt his ears at the start... it's best to introduce it to him bit by bit, maybe let him inspect it and try to play it himself?

i think that he'd be skilled at playing the drums... so why not propose the idea to him? a manor mini-band is a great idea!

if you jokingly point out to him that he would make a great rockstar he's just going to grumpily brush it off (of course, he's not mad, he's just. pretty bad at accepting compliments although this one made his heart soar, especially coming from you)

...maybe a change of sound isn't that bad after all? try to introduce him to some bit older rock artists first, like van halen or bon jovi!

[lokis-army-77]

andrew neiman smut with him and another drummer threatening to take his spot ?

Come and Take Them

Andrew Nieman x female reader

Word Count: 3407

Reader and Andrew are competing with one another to become the main core drummer for Fletcher's jazz band. One day they have an argument when no one else is in the room, and hate sex ensues.

Warning: 18+ Literal smut. dom/sub dynamics, Sir kink, over stem, squirting. degradation, hate sex, use of the word whore.

A/N: I think I got a little carried away...

Masterlist (taglist linked here)

A month, that’s how long it had been since I joined Terence Fletcher’s jazz band at school. A month of subjection myself to unwarranted ridicule and harsh beratings all because I needed to prove I was the better drummer. 

I have no conceivable idea as to how this competition started but it has been going on since I came to Shaffer Conservatory to learn. Andrew Nieman, whom I thought was a sweet, puppy-esk boy, turned out to be my arch nemesis. 

We had both started off in a regular, first-year jazz band before Fletcher found each of us practicing one day by ourselves. I can still remember the look on Neiman’s face when he found me sitting at those drums when he walked into class. “This can’t be fucking happening.” He had muttered as he took the alternate seat beside me. From then on out our friendly competition turned into full out war and only one of us could win. 

Setting at the drums as everyone packed and left the music room, I watched as they all filed out, going over the song in my head. So lost in thought, I had not realized that Andrew was still sitting beside me on his own stool. 

Once everyone was out and the door was fully closed, he said, “You aren’t getting my spot you know.”

I swiveled around on the chair. “Your spot? I think you mean my spot. I am far better than you when it comes to drumming. It took you what? Two extra days to actually get the timing right on Caravan? Just admit it Nieman, you will never have the core spot, ever.”

“Fuck off, it’s mine.” I watched as he fisted his hands atop his legs, knuckles turning white. 

“Wow, real mature,” I scoffed, turning back to the drum set to practice some more before going home. 

You could feel the tension in the room, like a thick fog swirling around. The sound of my hitting the drums didn’t help either. Andrew stayed behind me, I could feel his unblinking angry stare. I stopped my playing to turn to him.

“Do you fucking mind?” 

“Yeah, I do you’re on my drum set.”

“The hell it is, go find some practice room to play in, I'm sure you still need help on your time signatures.” 

“Give me the sticks.” He demanded, holding out his hand. 

“No.” I snatched them away.

“Give them to me, now.”

“Come and take them.” I challenged, ready to pop up from my stool in a heartbeat. We sat staring one another down, the build-up akin to one of those old western standoffs. Then, Andrew did something I wasn’t expecting, he raced forward, causing me to shift back, and kissed me. 

His lips were soft in contrast to the harsh, wanting way he was kissing me. I was stunned for only a second before beginning to kiss him back. It was all tongue and teeth, hate and loathing, there was no romance or love in anything we were doing. 

I swatted at his hands as he pulled me up from my seat. He paid me no mind as he planted one hand on my waist, fiddling with the band of my skirt, and the other up on my neck, his long fingers trailing into my hair. To my displeasure, a moan flew through my open mouth when he pulled away to start kissing and sucking down my neck. 

“I fucking hate you.” I gasped when he gave my neck a hard bite. I hated myself more for liking it though, I could feel the heat pooling between my legs. 

He moved away from my neck only slightly to say, “Hate you more.” Then we went straight back to littering my neck with marks. 

As the room became hotter, I moved my hands from slightly hovering over his sides to desperately pulling at his pale blue button-up. He understood what I meant as he pulled away from me to throw it off, as well as his undershirt. I followed him, quickly pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere about the room. 

We met back together, skin touching skin, teeth clacking with teeth. He was rough as he pulled me with him on the back wall, practically slamming me against it. I was caged there between his arms.  It was then, that I got a brilliant idea. Although I did want to get off, I was not going to be the first to lose myself. I had to win in all things and hate sex was no exception. 

I pulled away from him, smiling devilishly and we watched me slowly sink to my knees between him and the wall. 

“What are you-” 

“Shut up Nieman.” I interrupted, pulling the zipper of his pants down, exposing his hard cock hidden beneath his plaid boxer shorts. Reaching my hands up, I rubbed along the hardness, grasping it firmly when I came along the base. 

“Fu-uck.” I heard him gasp above me. I smiled knowing I could for sure make him cum in no time at all. 

Taking a deep breath in, I finally pulled his boxers down, shimming them to his ankles along with his pants. His cock stood at full attention, slapping against his bare stomach. The tip was a harsh red in comparison to his overall pale skin. Just a little below average in size but he made up for it in what I could only describe as a god-like girth and a slight curve to the right.

My hand came up to give him a few experimental tugs and as I did so, his hips immediately started to buck. “Someones needy.” I laughed, only to have him yank up on my hair, forcing me to look him in the eyes. 

“You have to be so fucking annoying all the time don’t you?”

“Only to you.” I rolled my eyes and smiled sweetly before going back to pumping his cock. I watched as a tiny bead of pre-cum started to show itself on the tip, my thumb swiped over it, dispersing the substance around his head, causing him to shudder.

Slowly, I brought my tongue to his base, the trimmed hair around his cock tickling my chin. I swiped up, following along one of the veins which protruded under his skin. I could feel him shudder above me.

I licked and licked like he were a sucker or a popsicle until I felt I had had enough. Then, without warning, I took him into my waiting mouth. Saliva pooled around him at his taste, musk, and salt. The weight of him on my tongue felt nice, especially as he twitched against it in reaction to my pressing it into that certain vein along the bottom 

My hands rested on his thighs as I started to suck on him, bobbing my head up and down his shaft. I could tell he was trying to keep his noises to himself, not wanting me to hear how I made him feel, but I could hear every muffled moan and deep intake of breath, especially as I brought him deeper into my mouth.

When I started to hum in satisfaction as I brought him in and out, I felt him lean forward, bracing the hand that wasn’t holding my hair in a death grip, on the wall. 

“Ahh, shit.” He breathed out through clenched teeth as I pulled him almost all the way out and started to just suckle on his head as I teased his balls with my fingers. “Fuck, stop, stop, stop.”

I didn’t listen, I just kept suckling, throwing in my other hand to pump his cock fast. He was close to cuming as I determined to make him. My plan was ruined though when he used his vice grip on my hair to pull me completely off of him. 

“I told you to fucking stop.” He spits down at me, I just smiled innocently up at him.

“What? Were you about to cum?” I asked in a pouty tone, as though I were talking to a toddler. 

My teasing didn’t last long as I was yanked up to my feet and turned around to face the wall. I felt one of his hands on the top of my back and the other griping at my hip as he pushed me over into the wall and pulled my hips closer to him. I tried to brace myself on the wall, but his two large hands took hold of them and placed them behind my back. The only thing now touching the wall was the side of my face.  

“You are so fucking annoying. Coming in here, thinking you can take my place.” He was seething as he pulled my skirt up and over my ass, fingers splaying on the smooth skin of my hips. 

“Me? Annoying? Hardly, you’re just upset that a girl can do your job better than you.” I pushed myself back into him hard, feeling his cock against my leg.

He didn’t reply, he only took hold of my panties and pushed them slowly down my legs. When they hit around my ankles, he leaned in close to my ear, “Kick them off and spread your legs like a good fucking whore.” He ended his demand with a sharp spank on my bare ass.

If it didn’t turn me on so much to hear him call me that, I would have protested, but some sick part of me deep within went absolutely feral. I couldn’t follow his demands fast enough, he was huffing impatiently by the time my panties were over my shoes and flicked somewhere behind me. In his aggravation, he kicked my legs apart, causing me to gasp at the sudden feel of cold air hitting my moistened folds. 

His grip tightened on my forearms as he started to slide his cock through my folds, movie around my arousal. “You’re so wet. Desperate for my cock aren’t you?” When I didn’t answer and only bucked my hips back into his, he gave my ass another sharp spank. “Good whore’s answer when spoken to.” 

I moaned at the degrading name and bit my lip. “Fuck,” I thought, “I can’t just give into him like this.” So instead of speaking, I just nodded, hoping that would be enough to please him.

“Answer with your words or are you so eager for my cock that you’ve gone dumb?” I felt as his free hand trailed lightly up my back, over my restrained arms, and into my hair. His grip was tight when he pulled me up and back into his chest. His soft lips were pressed to the shell of my ear, “Fucking answer me, whore.” 

“Yes,” I cried, feeling defeated on the inside. It was okay though, he won this battle, but I would still win the war. “So desperate for your cock. Please give it to me, please.”

I felt him smirk against my ear, “Well since you asked so nicely, I guess I can.” He pushed me back into position against the wall and held me steady with his hand on my arms. I shuddered when he swiped his cock through my folds again, this time smoothing over my throbbing clit. 

“Ahh-” I bucked forward, not expecting the feeling of him against my most sensitive place to be so toe-curling. He hadn’t even really touched me yet and I was already coming apart. 

He paid me no mind as he slowly moved his hips back and then placed the head of his cock at my entrance. Taking his time, he circled my hole, chuckling a little as he saw me clenching around nothing, wanting, needing to be filled.

Only after pulling back and giving my pussy a slap with his hand did he decide to enter me. His girth stretched me out completely. As he pushed in, the most wonton noises were erupting from my throat. Never in my life had I taken someone so thick.

“Won’t fit,” I whined when it felt like I was starting to be split in half. I tried to move my hands, but his grip held firm.

“Yes,” He grunted. “It. Will.” He was determined to push his way inside and as I panted under him, I wondered when this would turn back into pleasure. 

I let out a cry of pain and relief when he finally bottomed out, hips coming to rest against the skin of my ass. My legs shook as I tried to keep myself from falling. Andrew felt my legs faltering and wrapped his arm around my hips, helping to keep me up.

“Don’t move.” I moaned out, “Not yet.” 

We stood there, connected, for a minute before I would let him slowly start to pump his hips back and forth. The sting from the stretch had dissipated substantially and the pleasure of feeling his cock rub against me, in and out, in and out, was almost like heaven. 

“That's it, just like that,” I relaxed my arms in his hold and tried to find a comfortable position to lean my head against the wall. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Lust was oozing from his voice. “The way you clench down on me feels so good.” He had started to gain speed, steadily picking it up when I showed no signs of protest. 

Tears prickled in my eyes as our movements began to push me into the wall more. I couldn’t complain, it felt really good. 

“More,” I command, voice airy. 

Andrew’s hips started to go faster and harder into me. He used his hand around my waist to pull me back into him,  burying himself deeper.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He felt so good, especially as he kept hitting a spot inside me that had my toes curling in my shoes. "Feels so good Andrew." My moans were deep and almost guttural as my body was overflowing with pleasure. 

"Oh, so we're on a first name basis now?" He asked, not slowing his blistering pace. "I don't think whores are allowed to call their masters by their first name." 

How he was speaking so casually as he fucked into my cunt, I had no clue. I couldn't think straight with how he was talking to me. Slowly but surely, the resolve I had at the beginning of the encounter, began to flow away, leaving me wanting more of him, needing more of him. 

“I’m sorry,” I pleaded as I moved my hips back into his.

He took his hand away from my arms, freeing them at last, and moved his hand down to where he slapped my ass. “That didn’t feel genuine.” 

My hands braced themselves on the wall, trying to grip onto anything, hoping it would give me relief. “Please, I’m sorry. Forgive me, Sir, please.” My body warmed at the humiliation of begging, calling him Sir, letting him see this unfamiliar subservient side of myself. 

“That’s better.” The praise was quick and almost not loud enough for me to hear over the rushing sound in my ears. 

It was what he did next that really thrust me into the white-hot fires of my own orgasm. The hand Andrew has placed securely around my waist, moved closer and closer down my stomach and to the apex of my thighs until finally, he was flicking his fingers roughly against my swollen clit. 

The room we were in was not well soundproofed and if anyone was walking past, or hell, even several feet down the hall, they would be able to hear every pleasured scream I let out as I unwillingly came apart on his cock.

At the moment, all I could think about was how good it felt to finally let go of the building pressure in my abdomen, but in the back of my mind, I was scolding myself for being the first to cum, after I had promised myself I wouldn’t.

“That’s it, that's a good whore. Cumming on my cock like that, fuck.” He growled out. His hips were still moving as well as his hand against my clit. “Let’s see if you can give me another, hum?”

“No, no, please,” I gasped as I felt myself clenching around him harder this time. I was worn out already, another orgasm right now felt like it would kill me. Andrew paid no attention, he just kept pumping himself in and out. His hand on my clit alternated between fast circles and stinging slaps. 

When he would hit the sensitive skin, my right leg would involuntarily lift up off the floor, trying to stop him from stimulating me further, but it didn’t work. I was exhausted and he was stronger than me. 

“Sir, please.” I cried, the building pressure becoming too much. 

“Cum you whore, cum for me.” 

With no shame, I did as he said. I let go, let the warmth flow from me. One hand quickly moved from its place to try and stop his movements, but all I could do was barely touch him with my fingertips. 

I cried out in relief when I felt his speed falter before he finally stopped moving, pumping load after load into me. 

“Thank you, Sir.” I babbled out as he slowly pulled out, leaving me to clamp down around nothing and whimper at the loss. If it weren’t for his hands helping to lower me to the floor, I would have ended up on the ground face first. 

He gently turned me to lay on my back as he sat on his knees between my legs. “You can’t really think we’re done here.” He chuckled, looking at my worn-out form. 

I was breathing heavily and my body felt like it weighed more than three tons. I was completely gone, totally having been devoured by Andrew and my own dark desires to have him fuck me until I was dumb. His large hands smoothed over my thighs and spread them out wide before he leaned down and placed his hot mouth over my clit. 

The feeling was too much, I was too sensitive, I tried to squirm away from him, but he was holdfast. His fingers dug into the plush skin of my thighs, keeping them from enclosing him. I was sure I would have two hand-sized bruises there for the next few days. 

His tongue flicked and swirled over my clit, making me feel hazier and hazier. I was too tired to keep my eyes open, to watch him, so I closed them and as I did, I swear his ministrations became ten times what they had been. With every harsh suck or nip to clit, I could feel a rush of pleasurable pain rushing through my nerves. 

My back began to arch off the floor as I felt a third orgasm quickly build. I gripped my hands into his hair as I cried out to him. “I’m gonna cum, shit, I-I-I’m gonna,” 

This orgasm was the strongest of the three, my head flew back against the hardwood floor and I swear my life flashed before my eyes. I could feel my arousal shoot into Andrews's mouth and begin to trickle down my thighs and ass and onto the floor. 

When I came back to reality, Andrew has scooted back and was wiping his face off with his undershirt. “Fuck, that was hot.” 

Dazed, I just laid there, tired and completely wrecked. Thankfully, Andrew helped clean me up with his already ruined shirt before helping to pull my bra and shirt back on. 

“Come on, you need to stand up.” He helped me to my feet, but when as soon as all my weighed settled onto my two very shaky legs, I almost immediately fell. “Shit, okay, I'll carry you out.” 

“You can’t do that, I have no underwear on.” I swatted at his hands weakly when he tried to pick me up. 

“You caught that?” He asked.

“You seriously think I wouldn’t notice you stuffed my panties in your back pocket?” 

He sighed. “Well, they're mine now, just like how the place in the concert is mine.” 

“You fucking wish, Nieman.” I yawned, leaning against his shoulder. Slowly but surely, he held me as we walked outside to the busy mid-day New York street.

“Next time,” I thought to myself, “Next time, I’ll make him cum three times. See how he likes it."

Miles Taglist: @n3ssm0nique @babyhoneystvles @xelizabethvalentinex @xxhejsanxx @luckyladycreator2 @milestomaverick @ellabellabus07

[otdiaftg]

Neil and Kevin discuss the future.

"You should run." "I can't," Neil said again. Neil realized his fingers were shaking and raked his hands through his hair. It didn't calm the nerves shuddering over every inch of his skin. "I ran for eight years, Kevin. It was horrible even when my mother was alive. Where would I go now that I'm alone? Andrew thinks I'm safest if I stay." "You said Andrew doesn't know." "Andrew thinks my father was a gopher who skimmed money off his boss's payment to the Moriyamas. I told him my parents were executed for their treachery and that I ran with the money. Andrew wants me to use the Foxes' infamy to stay safe. If we're in the news every week it's hard for someone to get rid of me, or so he says." "Notoriety can't save a security risk like you," Kevin said. "You know too much. You could destroy your father's territory by speaking to the wrong people. They knew your mother would never betray her family to the Feds, but you are an unpredictable and frightened child. The master wants to salvage you. He's going to sign you to the Raven lineup in spring. So long as you keep quiet and keep your head down he won't tell the main family he's found you." "I'm not a Raven," Neil said. "I never will be." "Then run," Kevin insisted, low and frantic. "It's the only way you'll survive." Neil closed his eyes and tried to breathe. His heartbeat was loud as gunfire in his ears, drumming holes into his brain. He dug his hands into his shirt, trying to feel his scars through the cotton. When he breathed he smelled saltwater and blood. For a moment he was three thousand miles away, stumbling alone and broken down the highway toward San Francisco. Neil's fingers ached with the need for a cigarette. His legs burned with the desire to run. But Neil's feet stayed planted, and he opened his eyes again. "No." "Don't be stupid." "Running won't save me this time," Neil said. "If the Moriyamas really do think I'm a threat they'll send people after me. My mother and I could barely outrun my father. How am I supposed to escape his boss?" "At least you'd have a chance," Kevin said quietly. "A chance to die somewhere else all by myself," Neil said, and Kevin looked away. Neil put his hands in his pockets, feeling his keys in one and his phone in the other. He twisted his fingers through the key ring, tracing ridges with his fingertips until he found the key to Nicky's house in Columbia. Andrew gave it to him in August when he first promised to protect Neil. Neil looked down at the fox paw they were standing on. As he spoke his fear seeped away and was replaced by an unhappy calm. "If I was going to run, I should have done it in August. Andrew told me it was my last chance to get out. I decided to stay. I wasn't sure he was enough to stand between me and my father but I wanted this too much to care about the risks. Maybe I didn't fully understand the stakes then, but this hasn't changed." Neil crouched and pressed his hands to the orange paint. "I don't want to run. I don't want to be a Raven. I don't want to be Nathaniel. I want to be Neil Josten. I want to be a Fox. I want to play with you this year and I want us to make it to championships. And in spring when the Moriyamas come for me I'll do what they're so afraid I will. I'll go to the FBI and tell them everything. Let them kill me. It'll be too late by then."

Day: Sunday, September 10th Time: 10:45 AM EST

[ya-boi-haru]

Hey SMTO fandom! Amongst my time of cosplaying the characters (which you can watch here if you don't know my stuff) I did also do a genderswap au for a fun thing to continue doing the characters, but that was really it, however I'm about to reveal a project I never got around to working on...

✨️Seduce Me: Band AU✨️

I just recently remembered this, so I'm going to try and remember all the headcannons + add new ones, that I would have done!

James: Pianist, guitar + Band manager/agent, Lead vocal

Erik: Pianist, a little guitar, singer

Sam: Drums, guitar, back up singer

Matthew: base, back up singer, drums

Damien: learning: guitar, base, piano and vocals

Mika (mc): Singer

Diana: solo artist/singer

Saero: Diana's bodyguard

Suzu: Drums

Naomi: piano, harp

Andrew: piano

✨️Now headcannons✨️:

(Disclaimer: I'm not very knowledgeable on music stuffs so...)

• All the boys have tattoos, they all got a matching one of a heart with horns (the horns varying to what theirs look like in the game)

• Tattoos (not including the matching ones)

- James: tribal pattern around his lower torso, music notes

- Erik: Twisted rose vines with sharp thorns with blood drops

- Sam: Dragon on his back, demon circle on his shoulder, tribal patter on his front torso (to match his demon markings)

- Matthew: probably something colourful and kinda cute. A small simon tabby on his calf (he lost a bet)

- Damien: 4 music notes, each one drawn by a brother on his wrist

- Diana: Panther that looks like its coming out of her shoulder, Matching golden rose with Searo

• Piercings:

- James: (1)Earlobe double, helix, eyebrow

- Erik: Ears double, helix double, lip, nose, nipples

- Sam: Ears (double), helix ( double each), nose, tounge, lip (snakebite)

- Matthew: Ears, nose, helix (double)

- Damien: Ears (double), nose

- Diana: Ears, nipples, tounge

- Saero: Lip Dolphin bites, ear, helix

• Whenever Sam needs to vent out his feelings he takes it out on his drums, doing "practice sessions"

• All the brothers are teaching Damien how to play/sing since he wasn't allowed to learn growing up

• They've heard of Diana since their parents tries to get them to make a contract with each other but the brothers left their Fathers publisher name before they could

• While they enjoy playing together, the boys do have their own style as well

• SAM USES GUYLINER

• Mika would sing with Naomi and Suzu and they'd pretend to have big gigs while playing the the garage. Her father would rather she take over the producer company, but thinks its good she's "knowledgeable about the art"

• Erik is in charge of their outfits/costumes

• Matthew organises light/stage work etc

• Damien chills back stage with James when he's not on

• Damien is working on a song

• Sam takes his drumsticks with him everywhere. He has multiple and even a lucky pair

• Sams never been one for writing the songs but he tries to for Mika

• The boys started out at bars and small clubs and just where ever they could get a gig. They also done some shows for charity

• Harold discovered them and let them join his record company

• Mika wanted to be a singer but was supposed to take over her dad for the company and she "couldn't do both"

• Diana met up with Harold before about a job at his company but before papers could be finalised, he passed away

• Damien doesn't want to show his song as he's "still working on it" but if you were listening at the right time, you can hear him humming it, trying to work out a melody and lyrics

• Erik, Mika & Matthew are shower singers (both in the AU and cannon)

• The boys learned how to play Mikas favourite song as a surprise for her birthday

• Mika helps them out with Social Media management

That's all I have for now but hope you enjoy the concept. Feel free to add on or use as inspiration for anything (tho please credit/tag)

[daydadahlias]

Do you know what’s going on with Eternity Speedway?

yes because i know everything <3 no, not actually, but after some Discussion with our most informed Ash Stan, one Crystal Kindahoping4forever, I have a basic idea of what's going on!!

now, lock in for a jessay <3

ok so!! the brunette Chris Stapleton that Ashton is looking so longingly at in these band pics is a guy named Mac Hanson (no, not the rugby player),

who Ashton has actually played shows with before!! Do you recall his oh so talented robot dance? we have Mac to thank. Everyone say thank you Mac for getting Ashton on stage in such tight pants <3

Anyway, Ash is "pretty well known in the districts for his drumming greatness" and when someone asks him to session or help them out w/ anything, he literally always jumps at the opportunity (and always has; this is nothing new)!!

Since 5sos has been on their "break" (and even before it), Ash has been writing songs with other people (think of all his LP, Matt, and Andrew adventures last year), and also performing with them. this man loves a sidequest (which we all knew; like he has a fucking luxury candle business lmfao, bro just likes Doing Shit). So, when it comes to stuff like this, you can literally just think of it as another side quest!! I mean, think of it this way fr, he's already finished his solo album lol. That thing is in the final stages of production and probably ready for release within the year. And, as Luke said in an earlier interview, 5sos won't be back in the studio until later this year, so what is Ash supposed to do to bide the time? the man literally goes stir-crazy without something to do. he has music ADHD. if he's not creating, he feels like he's wasting time. so this new band (which is COUNTRY ROCK??? HELLO?? a genre he never gets to explore with 5sos!!), is just another new sidequest for him <3

also, bare in mind that Ash hasn't promoted this band at all on his public social media; it's only been posted on the other guys'. usually Ash only uses his socials to promote stuff that's for the furthering of his own career (like the candle buiz and his solo music) so that kind of gives the implication that this is mainly Mac's thing/band and Ash is helping them out/having fun until 5sos is back in the studio. like, i don't think he's doing it with the intention of it getting attention, because he's literally only posting about it on his private account, not his main.

there's also no indication of this being "his new band" like everyone's freaking out about. it just kind of seems like... a band that he's playing with?

so I think is a pretty clear indication that it's just supposed to be an Ashton thing... not an Ashton Irwin of 5 Seconds of Summer Thing, if that makes sense? He's allowed to have fun and do things on his own without people falling over themselves :/

also not to start shit, u guys, but do u notice how... luke's been doing solo marketing/modeling/performing/releasing (and is literally going on a fucking tour by himself later this year) and no one's raised this much of an uproar?? yeah just think that's a little funny <3

[thesandwichdaddy]

Drumsticks Prt. 2

{Andrew/Rebecca-Whiplash}

[TW: slight violence, Andrew's dad 👁, mentions of hospital]

AN: I've been playing around with Tumblr a bit, can you tell? Your interaction makes me so happy. I too yearn for more Whiplash content on here. Love you, enjoy

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“Shit.” Becca murmured as she called Andrew for the fifth time, looking around nervously at her band mates getting ready. Where are you, Andrew? “Becca, you’re on in ten if he doesn’t show up!” Fletcher yelled to her, just as stressed as she was. She hadn’t talked to Andrew since last night, and it was nearly 8 p.m. “God, Andrew, where are you??” She whispered to herself, blowing up his phone with messages.

Andrew groaned as he turned in his bed, his clothes from yesterday clinging to his sweaty body. He sat up, his hair messy, as he slowly came back to life. He glanced at the clock on his side dresser, and to his horror, it was almost 7 p.m. He stood quickly, bolting to his closet to get changed. "No, no, fuck!” He yelled. How could he have possibly slept that long? All day? That was just insane. He had no time for this. It was almost like a cruel joke the world had played on him.

He didn’t even have time to grab his phone as he finally changed, running a hand through his hand, grabbing his sticks, and running out the door. He felt a bit bad, but he had borrowed his dads car yesterday to make it to the concert tonight. It wasn’t like he was going, so what was the harm?

Andrew’s head swarmed with panic, thinking of too many things at once. He knew he shouldn’t be driving in this state, but he had to. So what if he was speeding a little? He was late. And he was an excellent driver. Right?

Right?

——

Just as Becca put up her phone with a worried expression and grabbed her sticks, in came Andrew. Becca’s eyes widened as she saw the blood soaking his clothes and face. His sticks were held shakily in his hand as he went right past her and to the stage, sitting at the drums. He wasn’t in his right mind. Becca could only watch in shock and worry. It was at this moment that Becca knew that drumming wasn’t just some hobby for Andrew. This was his life.

Despite Andrew's state, he played. And since Fletcher didn’t know, he let him. Becca wanted so badly to just get him and stop this madness, but she knew he’d never let her. This was a disaster; everyone was shocked at his desperate playing, which he had practiced for hours just for it to turn out like this.

He didn’t want to believe it; his body was on autopilot. Repressed emotions overwhelmed him with fear and anger. He didn’t mean to make a scene. He didn’t mean to attack Fletcher, either. Becca finally stepped in, running on the stage to pull Andrew back with the help of some other students to distance them. Even though Andrew was quite large compared to Becca, she was strong. Becca’s arms came under his to wrap around his chest from behind and pull him back. It was the last contact he felt before he passed out, finally succumbing to the damage from the wreck. He didn’t remember his body going limp in Becca’s arms as she whispered words of reassurance to him, slightly panicked. Becca looked to Fletcher, horrified by what Andrew had done, an apology almost spilling out of her mouth before Fletcher stood and just gave her a wave of dismissal, his nose bleeding. The whole scene was traumatic. For Andrew, for Becca, and for everyone around that witnessed it. Becca’s hand was firmly on Andrews chest, making sure that every second his heart wouldn’t stop. Her hands shook as she whispered to his unconscious body, trying to make both Andrew and herself feel better.

——

The buzz of the hospital lights and the soft beep of the machine were the only things that filled Andrew's head as he slowly started to wake. His eyes were heavy and glazed over as he glanced over himself and around until he spotted someone in the chair next to him—his dad. Andrew paused for a moment, trying to bring himself to form a coherent thought. He spoke, his voice raspy and tired. “Dad?” Andrew asked, which made his dad look up at him with a slight surprise. “Andrew, thank god.” His dad replied, sitting up straighter and searching for him.

Andrew brought a hand to his head, careful with the IV in his arm. He started to remember, grimacing at the events that had happened. How could he be so stupid? He made a damn fool of himself in front of all those people and Fletcher, in front of Becca. Not only that, but he had totaled his dad's car. “I’m so sorry.” Andrew said, on the verge of crying as he covered his face. His dad stood, coming over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t the best father, but he was a father. “It’s okay, son. I’m not even worried about that.” His dad said, giving a concerned look. Andrew could tell that he was uncomfortable in this situation and that his dad wasn’t used to it. He was lucky to be in the emergency room just for exhaustion and nothing else.

Andrew briefly composed himself, removing his hands and looking to his dad, small tears pricking Andrew's eyes. “How did I get here?” Andrew asked, needing to know. His dad mulled it over for a bit, thinking about how to tell him. “Your friend brought you; that girl.” His dad finally said. Of course she did. Andrew looked away, taking a deep breath. What did she think of him now? First, he completely blew her off, and now he acts like a total maniac in front of her. It made his throat sting with emotion even thinking about it. He longed for her comfort, terrified that he would never deserve it.

“She’s here, Andrew. In the waiting room.” His dad said it softly, giving him some space, knowing that something had to be going on between his son and this girl. Andrew looked at him, taking in his words. “How long have I been here for?” How long has she waited on me? That's what he meant to say. His dad checked the time. It was almost one in the morning. “Almost five hours.” His dad answered, trying to find out why he had asked him. Andrew felt horrible, but he was also a little touched that she would stay that long for him. Andrew took a deep breath, trying not to let the situation upset him that much. The last thing he needed was to cry in front of Becca. “Could you get her?” Andrew hesitantly asked his dad, trying to ignore the concept of Becca interacting with his dad. It upset him—the idea of someone he really liked having to talk to his dad. It didn’t feel right. It was too personal for him.

Andrew could hear the distant sound of their voices down the hall, gradually getting closer. Becca’s voice alone made him want to cry out and hold his arms out for her like a child, but he didn’t, swallowing the pit in his stomach he felt. “Andrew.” Becca spoke almost instantly, coming in and going by his side. She looked concerned and worried for him. "Hey,” she said softly, kneeling a bit next to his bed. “Hey.” Andrew spoke back, looking at her with a slight sense of shame. He wasn’t sure what to say or how to apologize. And just as he was about to, she cut him off. "God, I'm so glad you're okay, Andrew. I didn't know if you would..." She trailed off, swallowing her words, as she realized she was rambling. "Never mind. I'm just glad that you're okay." She said it softly to him. She looked like she was about to cry. How odd, Andrew thought.

He couldn't stop staring at her, his mouth slightly parted and his eyes slightly wide, like she was a ghost. Andrew quickly closed his mouth, his eyes darting away as he realized he was gawking at her like a dumbass. Was his face turning red? What was wrong with him today? He hoped she didn't notice. He held his breath, reaching for her hand. "I'm fine, Becca." He reassured her softly. Her hand was so warm against his. Or was his hand just cold?

Becca was pleasantly surprised by this gesture of his, holding his hand back and feeling how much larger it was than hers. It was surprisingly not as rough as she thought it would've been considering how much he plays. She smiled, resting her head on the side of the bed. Her smile soon started to fade into a slightly sad one as she felt the guilt of the night before. "Andrew," she murmured quietly to make sure that his dad wasn't listening from outside. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have given you that stuff...I didn't know it would..." She trailed off again, looking away as she buried her lower face into the bed. 

"It wasn't that." Andrew said quickly, squeezing her hand gently. "It wasn't your fault, Becca, not at all," he said, looking at her to make sure that she understood that. Never would it be her fault for what happened. "It goes deeper than this...all of this, Becca," he says, almost a whisper as he swallows back his nervousness. Becca looked at him with a curious and caring look, waiting for him to continue. "I'm scared, Becca." He admitted it, whispering to her as she leaned a bit closer to him to listen. "I got so wrapped up in this drumming stuff...and I don't know how to get out." He continued, looking off at nothing as he gathered his thoughts. He thought all he needed was drumming. That was until Becca showed up. Now he was yearning for something more—something much more than his drums could give him. He yearned for connection.

"You're much more than that, Andrew." Becca said to him, hoping he wouldn't push her away like last time. And he didn't, looking at her with a soft look like she was his mother comforting him with her words. “Let me in.” She whispered to him, close to his face now as she searched his. Her thumb softly grazed over his hand as she held it. Andrew wanted nothing more than to do that. It was so hard for him to do, but he met her gaze, looking into her eyes. He gave a soft nod, pushing his fears back. “We’re like two drumsticks, me and you.” Becca said with a small smile, hoping to lighten the moment a bit. “We work together well.” She added, resting her head back down next to him as she relaxed, happy to be here with Andrew. “Against the drum of life.” Andrew added with a slightly amused smile, looking at her. Becca chuckled and nodded, agreeing.

Andrew felt good about this now, less nervous. He looked over to her, looking like he wanted something from her. Becca must’ve caught his look because she was soon staring back at him with a curious look. "Oh, uh,” Andrew said as he realized he had been caught staring. “I was wondering if you could join me. Do that thing from the other night again,” he said, extremely quiet. If he wasn’t blushing earlier, he definitely is now. Becca thought about what he meant for a moment and realized. She gave a smile and nodded, climbing up on the bed with him, almost giggling at how silly she must’ve looked. He was quick to throw the blanket over her legs as she sat up next to him and put her hand in his hair. On instinct, his head rested against her collarbone, closing his eyes and letting out a breath he’d been holding. No more pushing, he thought. He’d longed for this—to feel her hand in his hair, to feel her hold him. He felt like a stray dog finally giving into pets from a stranger. But Becca was no stranger to him, not anymore.

Becca was finally holding him, her fingers going through his hair softly as she felt his warm cheek on her neck. This was really nice—more than they both anticipated. It was funny how close they had come after being so cold to each other in the beginning. Now, drums were the last thing on their minds.

Beep. Beep. Beep

Becca looked at him. What was that noise? She glanced at his monitor. Andrew went red. Becca gave a soft chuckle, looking at his slight change in heart rate. It wasn't concerningly high, but she could piece together the reason for it. "ignore it." Andrew dismissed her, trying to escape his embarrassment in Becca's neck. "Sure Andrew." She said it with that same smile, relaxing in their embrace. At this point, Andrew was starting to doze off, mumbling something incoherent that seemed not so important against her skin.

The door clicked softly as it opened, with Andrew's slightly nervous dad peering inside and making eye contact with Becca. Becca's eyes widened with slight embarrassment, and she gave a sheepish smile. Andrew had been completely oblivious to this, thankfully, getting some much-needed rest in Becca's arms. Andrew's dad gave her a reassuring smile and mouthed. 'Call me if you need me' and closed the door. Becca sighed with relief, looking over to the clock, which read that it was almost two in the morning. They'd let Andrew leave in the morning after he got his rest. Becca closed her eyes as well, taking a much-needed nap with him.

[waugh-bao]

for the ask meme, top 5 photos of keith and charlie! 🥹

also! while you’re at it, top 5 keith songs (can be both the stones or his solo works)

This isn’t intentional, but every photo I ended up picking of them is from the last 30 or so years of the band.

In no particular order:

Also a bonus shout out to the best Keith and Charlie photo where Charlie technically isn’t in the picture:

For the top 5 Keith songs, also in no particular order:

Hate It When You Leave (Main Offender, 1992)

Most of Keith’s solo songs are either about getting screwed over by a woman (and deserving it) or missing somebody in a long term relationship. This is one of my favorite songs of that second genre, I admit partly because it reminds me of a very particular part of my life, but also just the lyrics, the beat, and his voice play beautifully together. It’s an aberration for me in that most of the Winos songs I enjoy are the ones where Charley Drayton is on drums, because he has a lighter touch that suits Keith better.

Alteration Boogie (Unreleased Voodoo Lounge Outtake, 1993)

Voodoo Lounge is a great album that also has a lot of outtakes from the studio sessions floating around online (there were 75 demos from the whole process which was an unusually large amount for them), but this is probably my favorite Keith solo piece. It’s a song about and sung to Charlie (who joins in on drums halfway through) and it’s the most unhinged thing you’ve ever heard. Keith composed an entire 5 minute song about Charlie’s personal, how his trousers hang, and his ass, among other topics, seemingly on the fly. It’s a really interesting insight into whatever is going on in his head.

How Can I Stop (Bridges to Babylon, 1998)

I think most of Keith’s best ‘solo’ music really comes from him doing his own thing as a vocalist within the Stones. Especially because he has a tendency to strip things down and do almost everything with just himself and Charlie, plus occasionally one or two other people (Stu, Pierre, etc). It’s an emotionally devastating song (“You look at me, but I don’t know what you see/A reflection, baby, of what I want to be/I see your face and I want to roll with it…”) and the music itself more than matches the lyrics for quality. Wayne Shorter guested on the song and the last minute, which is just Charlie and Wayne going back and forth on sax and cymbals, with a little piano backing, genuinely gives me chills. It also shows how Keith’s generosity as a musician and his love of Charlie works in his favor, because that duet between them makes the song.

Love Hurts (Tribute to Graham Parsons, 2004)

It’s a cover, not a song Keith wrote himself, but I think it really suits his style/content as a solo artist and he makes it really work with his voice here. Norah Jones also works fabulously as co-vocalist, I think he actually tends to harmonize better with women (Sarah Dash, Norah, Sheryl Crow, Lisa Fischer, etc) live than with Mick.

Losin’ My Touch (Forty Licks, 2002)

I’m a sucker for all of Keith’s ‘sad old man at the end of a long term relationship’ songs, like “This Place Is Empty”, but this song (which was one of two originals added to a 40th anniversary greatest hits album) is really lovely. It’s a very classic Keith only on vocals/no back-up, drums, piano, and a bit of guitar, and I think that’s often how he sounds best.

I wouldn’t put it in my top 5 solely because of how horribly the production of the song was mangled by Andrew Watt, but Keith’s one solo song off of Hackney Diamonds, “Tell Me Straight” has absolutely gorgeous, devastating lyrics. It’s almost certainly his Charlie song, and both more beautiful and sadder when you consider the writing in that light.

[thehauntedinfirmary]

Fic Rec Friday Edition 26

Happy new year! A great new year's resolution to make is to read more shyan fic. And we're happy to help:

/r/relationship_advice by ouijaboy Complete | 2k words

Posted by u/ThrowRA22datesoverme 4 days ago I (31M) am starting to resent my best friend and business partner (36M). How do I snap out of this?

The Law of Parsimony by ÉcrivainFantôme WIP | 16k words

Shane tries really hard to hear the voices when he’s doing the Estes method for Ryan. It’s just, you know. This time, he hears the voices after the Estes method has stopped, too.

What If A Ghost Touched You Here? by breathtaken Complete | 16k words

“We really can’t squeeze the money from anywhere else,” Katie asks—but they all know she’s just looking for confirmation, and Steven’s already shaking his head. “Nope. Not without hacking away at the shooting schedule for the rest of the year, if our employee costs remain ringfenced.” Steven asks, “Shane?” Shane forces a chuckle. “We could always start an OnlyFans. I hear that’s popular.”

The Ambassador's Son by MiraclesofPaul Complete | 29k words

This is the tale of how Ryan Bergara, son of the first duke of Santa Rosa, fell for the ambassador's scoundrel son. He has to choose between his promise to be a good son, worthy of the title he is set to inherit, or selfish happiness.

Romeo with a Cowboy Hat by ÉcrivainFantôme Complete | 11k words

“Oh,” Annie puts her spoon back in her bowl. “He’s visited the crossroads, has he?” “There’s– he’s done what?” Ryan tips his chair back upright in surprise. “He’s sold his soul?” “Have you seen him play?” “That I have,” Andrew nods. “He plays a six-string unlike any manner of man or beast.”

Red Rope by PhyllisDietrichson Complete | 15k words

Ryan holds his breath, then lets it out all at once. “I want you to tie me up and have your way with me. Please.” Shane blinks. “I’d have to—I’d have to think about that one,” is all Shane says, because he can’t say no to Ryan, but also, he can’t say yes, either.

Black Sun by quackers Complete | 122k words

Ryan Bergara and Shane Madej of the Preternatural Investigations Unit of the LAPD must solve a string of demon murders before the killer can enact their mysterious plan. But in the process, more secrets may be revealed than either of them are ready for.

In The Cradle Of The Northern Mountains by breathtaken Complete | 23k words

The power of the gods comes alive within them all: in the earth beneath their feet and the golden midsummer sky, in the water crashing down from the mountain and the sparks that leap from the bonfire to take their place among the stars. The gods’ heartbeats are in the sound of their drums and the gods move through them as they dance; their songs are the gods’ song; their laughter the gods’ joy. Shane is the Midsummer King, the evergreen god of the forest, and tonight his beloved husband will be his queen, and when they fuck, the gods will move in them too.

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[oncasette]

ok so i just read your andrew neiman fics (absolutely stunning 1110101/01), and gave me little snippet ideas of what he would be like as a lover! sorry in advance for the rambling:)

- absolutely protective. i feel he understands after fletcher the world is a cut throat and unforgiving place, especially towards those who don’t deserve it. definelty insists on you being on the phone with him if you’re walking home if he’s not with you, and worst comes to worst text him when you’re leaving and when you get back

- i could defeuhyly imagine hun also with a musician, (love the idea of a flutist for some reason. not self projecting at all hahaha but rhythm and woodwind dynamics are so❤️❤️), and trying to be supportive. like yes he always with his drums but god forbid you don’t sleep to stay up pratacing. naptime for you immediately.

- defiantly orders you things online and gets them shipped to you. he might not be able to get you flowers he will but then but they’ll die before he can see you but when he’s scrolling in his phone before rehearsal and he sees a trinket that he thinks you’ll like it will be on your doorstep within the week. don’t mention it besides a thank you hell die of embarrassment

- into minor pda! i think he would appreciate holding hands with someone who has softer hands, or wears rings! he likes the feeling of something soft and loving instead of his drumsticks from time to time. wouldn’t go beyond that in public but in private man is all over you. doing homework? sleeping in your lap arms wrapped around you. cooking? arms around you from behind. don’t mention it or he will get self conscious even if it is a compliment

- as a sucker for best friends to lovers, i can def imagine you and hun as the best friends who do couples activities together and wonder why people think you’re dating. like yes you drop off snacks during long rehearsals and he always tries to walk you back from night classes but it’s all platonic! it’s not. he’s been in love with you sense you were seven. congrats. you two were the last to know you were dating.

this this this!! all of this!!!!!

him being protective is so precious! would insist on either walking you to your door or sitting in your driveway until you’ve gotten inside before he drives off!!

and him with a musician! god, my dreams. the contrast of him playing the drums and you playing a soft instrument or something brass!! love the idea of you playing the piano!!

this was so gorg nonnie thank you i love you so much for this 😭😭