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–i came for blood, but i left with the heart

VILLAIN ARC – BURY TOMORROW (2024) [x]

[xsameshitbutdifferentdayx]

I save my tears inside an hourglass

Cause time won't heal these wounds, I promise that

You stole my heart and never gave it back

I guess that nothing is made to last

I save my tears inside an hourglass

Cause time won't fix this broken promise land

You stole my heart and never gave it back

I guess that nothing is made to last 🤍

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Check Out Normandie's Track Track 'Hourglass' Which Features Bury Tomorrow's Dani Winter-Bates

Normandie have enlisted Bury Tomorrow’s Dani Winter-Bates for brand-new single ‘Hourglass’ – the latest track from the Stockholm trio’s forthcoming album, ‘Dopamine’. Explaining a bit more about what the new track means, Normandie frontman Philip Strand has said it’s about: “Death, and how if we come to terms with it and accept it, we can find new life in the pain,” “Everything that ever was…

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Album Review: Bury Tomorrow - The Seventh Sun (Music For Nations)

Following a divisive lineup change for Bury Tomorrow they bring us their brand new offering “The Seventh Sun.”

Following a divisive lineup change for Bury Tomorrow they bring us their brand new offering “The Seventh Sun.” I am well versed with Bury Tomorrow’s work, following them since their 2016 contribution “Earthbound.” An album I enjoy heavily. They kick things off with the aptly titled “The Seventh Sun.” A classic Bury Tomorrow opener, with a ferocious breakdown and fantastic choruses ladled…

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Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 03

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, bad words, drug addiction, betrayal.

It's okay to not agree with the characters' attitudes during the fic. It's good to remember that the story is fiction from the author's sick mind and of course they will make dubious decisions according to my fantasies. Nothing is done to be compared to reality.

NOAH.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

How is it possible for me to screw everything up so badly in such a short amount of time?

I ran my hands over my face, sitting on the edge of the bed, as I felt hands wrap around my shoulders. Rough hands and cold lips—just paying too much attention to those details made me feel disgusted.

“What’s wrong, baby?” the girl murmured, trying to nip at the tip of my ear. I pulled away immediately. “Don’t you want to keep going?”

“I need you to leave.”

“WHAT?” she shrieked, her voice so high-pitched it made my ears ring.

“Did you see me stutter?” I asked, standing up from the bed and tossing her clothes at her as she sat there, scrunching her face in confusion.

Quickly, I pulled on my pants and opened the door, motioning for her to leave. After storming out of the studio earlier, I’d been so agitated that all I could think about was burying myself in someone else. But, as usual, I failed.

No matter how much I drank or how carefully I chose a random girl who resembled her, nothing could erase that damn woman from my mind.

I walked down the hotel hallway and stopped in front of her door. I hesitated, but then I grabbed the handle and walked in.

The place was a mess—broken items on the floor, shards of glass scattered everywhere, rumpled sheets, and a shattered mirror.

A smear of blood in the middle of it all.

This was all my fault.

And there was no sign of her.

I left the room, my heart pounding in my throat with desperation. It wasn’t like this hadn’t happened before, but this time was different. This time, I hadn’t wanted to mess everything up.

Panting, I stopped at the reception desk, where I heard something faint—a melody, played on a guitar. I followed the sound, my gut leading the way, while my stomach twisted tighter with every step.

Out on the balcony overlooking the pool, there she was, bathed in soft blue light.

Her makeup was smudged, her clothes damp, her hands bloodied. A cigarette hung from her lips, and a guitar rested on her lap. Her outward chaos was laid bare for all to see, and yet she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

“To have your chest, once consumed by flames, reduced to ashes. My tears put it out—they erased everything I painted of you.” She sang with a voice that was both steady and heartbreaking. “But it’s okay, because tomorrow I’ll have amnesia after another wasted night, and you’ll be free to repeat our vicious cycle. Because tomorrow, baby, I’ll have amnesia.”

Everything that hurt in her was because of me, and no matter how hard I tried to keep her at arm’s length, I always found a way to ruin things.

This song wasn’t about anything but us—about everything we’d been forced to endure these past few months and how lonely it had made her feel.

That was the only reason I rejected the song. I couldn’t bear to confront reality every time I had to sing those verses on stage.

Her face lifted as she stubbed out her cigarette on the table beside her. Her hollow eyes met mine, and for a few seconds, she closed them again and took a deep breath.

“I’m leaving.” She said, standing from the chair and placing the guitar on it. “If you came here to talk, I’d really appreciate it if you spared me the sound of your voice after the day I’ve had.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, Noah?” She asked, stepping toward me slowly. “I can guarantee you that seeing you with someone else in your bed wasn’t what ruined the rest of my night—not after a damn journalist humiliated me in front of over 100,000 people live. You don’t need to apologize by making my life about you!”

“I should’ve gone after you, but…”

“But you’re weak.”

Her words froze me in place. My fists clenched tightly in my pockets, mirroring the tension in my jaw. She was right.

“If you came after me, what would the internet think, huh? That you're involved again with the trainwreck who screamed at you while high at Sick New World, right?” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Screw it, though. If I’m always blamed, I might as well live up to the reputation!”

“Stop talking nonsense!” I shot back, throwing my hands in the air indignantly.

“Have you checked your phone since you got here?” she asked, though it wasn’t a question that required an answer. “Seen what they're saying about me?”

“We’ve talked about not getting attached to the garbage people post just to provoke you! Wake up! You’re the lead singer of a band that’s won awards for your talent. We’ve been in this together for years, and it’s finally working out. Don’t let it mess with your head!” I declared, tapping my temple for emphasis. “Don’t give them what they want.”

She shot back bitterly. “You forget that my biggest enemy hasn’t been the haters—it’s been you!”

Online, I’d never defended her enough, and my silence allowed all sorts of speculations to crush her further. I watched as she withered, becoming a shadow of herself, hiding in public, wearing baggier clothes, and pulling away from fans out of fear. Everything she once loved about this life was now gone.

“You need to bandage that hand,” I said softly.

Instinctively, I reached to touch her, but she recoiled sharply.

“Don’t touch me!” she said, shrinking her shoulders back. “Never touch me again!”

Her tearful voice as she walked back to her room felt like a blade to my chest. All I wanted at that moment was to piece her shattered heart back together.

But it felt impossible, especially when I was just as broken inside.

At the studio, The Grey was being played for the sixth time today.

“Kitty, you messed up the lyrics again,” Matt muttered, not looking up from the computer. “How do you mess up something you’ve sung every day for two years? Seriously!”

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Folio joked, hitting the cymbals afterward like a clown in a circus act. “Avoid sleeping in jeans, Matt.”

“Sorry...” she mumbled, biting her lip. “Should we try again?”

“Fine!” Matt sighed, restarting the track.

When the instrumental began for the seventh time, she missed her cue again. As the song reached the parts demanding her vocal strength, she faltered, her voice out of tune. Her body seemed restless, and her face bore the exhaustion of a terrible night’s sleep.

“I’m done for today,” I growled, putting down the microphone and sitting back. “Maybe you should rehearse when you’re not hungover.”

“I’m not hungover!”

“Oh, so it’s just the look you get after snorting all night?”

“NOAH!” Matt shouted, trying to cut off the argument before it escalated. “We’re all tired, and it’s fine to pick this up tomorrow.”

“Oh? Would you feel the same if another band member had low performance because they’re on drugs?” I snapped at him. “Is it okay to forget lyrics, skip rehearsals, go off-key on stage, and miss almost every meeting because she’s always asleep?”

“Here we go again,” Ruffilo muttered under his breath.

“Stop talking like I’m not right here!” she yelled from her spot. “I’ve been unwell and am catching up now. It’s easy for you to play superior when your greatest contribution to the band is handing out backstage passes to every girl you sleep with!”

“Screw you!” I snarled, glaring at her furiously. She didn’t hesitate to turn her back and storm out.

As I drained a can of energy drink, sitting with my arms resting on my knees, I watched from across the yard as she smiled—really smiled—for the first time in days while Jolly and Ruffilo tended to the cut on her hand.

A pang of envy hit me. My friends could make her laugh while I only seemed to provoke her tears, anger, and the harshest words a person could utter.

Her life seemed brighter without me in it.

“You were too harsh today, man,” Folio said, flopping onto the couch beside me and glancing in the same direction.

“I’m exhausted and can’t control the crap coming out of my mouth lately,” I admitted.

“Especially with her, huh?” he quipped sarcastically. “She had a panic attack this morning after seeing some stuff online. They’re comparing her appearance now to when the band started. Plus, some private messages with her mom leaked. You know how she gets when her mom’s involved.”

We rarely discussed personal lives in the band, even though we knew enough about each other. There were things better left unsaid.

But one night, after a little too much to drink, we opened up. I told her about my fears, and she shared her insecurities. I understood what she was feeling now. She’d never told anyone else anything like that before.

“Try to forget about the band for a moment when you’re around her, Noah. I know this is your life—it’s mine too, and the guys’—but above all, we’re just humans on the road, missing home. She’s no different.”

Folio gave me a couple of firm pats on the shoulder before walking off.

In the van ride to the label, I stayed quiet, listening to my friends laugh and joke to distract her. I was so scared of saying something wrong that I avoided joining in. Occasionally, I felt her eyes on me, and it was impossible not to look back.

Her hair flowed in the breeze from the open window, the soft sunlight highlighting her face and blushing her cheeks. The subtle way she scrunched her nose made me forget where I was and where we were headed.

I’d been lying to myself for months, but the truth was, I could never stop loving her—even if I tried. And I wasn’t foolish enough to even attempt it.

As everyone else jumped out of the van, I slowed my pace to walk alongside her. My hands fidgeted in my hoodie pockets as I hesitated before speaking.

“When the meeting’s over, we can rehearse again. If you want,” I said with a heavy sigh, feeling the weight on my shoulders. “I saved the posts about your personal life and asked a friend to help track the account owners. The label’s filing a case.”

“Thanks,” she said, the only word leaving her lips.

“It’s... it’s a good song,” I added, trying again as we approached the elevator. “I’m sure they’ll like it.”

“You’re the most pathetic man I’ve ever met.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw her shoulders shake with a faint laugh. Without another word, she left the elevator on the right floor, greeting the staff politely before heading to the last office.

The song was reviewed, and we added the missing elements. Everyone in the room wore headphones, their expressions neutral but not negative. The dragging moments waiting for their feedback frayed my nerves.

“It’s an interesting track and fits the band’s style,” said the older man at the head of the table, removing his headphones. “That melancholic vibe with echoes of the previous album is genius!”

“I thought of this song as a timeline for the story we want to tell. In The Death Of Peace Of Mind, the narrator refused to move on, looping through memories. In the new project, they could force themselves to open their eyes—with a razor blade.”

“Brilliant, Noah!” he nodded approvingly.

She sat silently at the table, her index finger pressed to her lips. Her phone, facedown beside her arm, buzzed incessantly with notifications. Even muted, the vibrations startled us.

She was visibly shaken.

“I’m glad you liked my last contribution to Bad Omens,” she said abruptly, drawing all eyes to her tired face. “I’m leaving the band.”

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Gotham Jervis Mind Control Hat Upgrade 1

I plan on adding lights next.

Gotham Jervis would be unstoppable if he learned how to make his own tech.

[gabriellerudessa]

While there's still a good way to finish Compass (Norm Maclean x OC), I'm already taking notes and saving songs to a playlist for the kinda sequel where it will be Squire Thaddeus x OC (sequel because the OC is a character from Compass, Goose, but only this, "same timeline", and I plan on writing in such a way that reading Compass will not be needed).

Anyway.

I have a Title and as a consequence, Main Song

No I won't give explanations of WHY. But I'll say that Thaddeus will be destroyed in my hands 😬

[episims]

5 Songs I listen to

I never miss a music tag and to prove that I'm answering this one I got tagged to over a month ago. Thank you @grilledcheese-aspiration and @deedee-sims ❤

So this ended up being sort of lite themed playlist since I've been lately reminding myself how it feels to be young and desperately long after someone.

Waiting On You - ENMY

Never The One - Ocean Sleeper

Blameless - If Not For Me

Help Me Out! - Our Mirage

Hourglass - Normandie feat. Dani Winter-Bates

I dedicate this to @themeasureofasim and tag @tvickiesims, @microscotch, @jellymeduza, and @curiousb! No pressure :)

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ao3 wrapped 17, 18, and 29

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

To my complete and utter shock, Hangman Seresin. I love one (1) asshole (affectionate). Honorable mention goes to Owen Strand, Dani Rojas, Phoenix Trace, and Warlock Bates.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Ironically, Iceman Kazansky. I had zero trouble writing him when I first started writing TG fic, but I just started writing his POV again after over a year and it's been trickier than I expected getting back into his head after so long away.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

top three:

“Holy fuck,” Hangman said, stunned. “I’m stupid-ass Chris Hemsworth.”

from i don't know what you've been told

“Rosh Hashanah was two weeks ago,” Roy said, with admirable patience. Sam, who had two years under his belt now of explaining his culture’s holidays to confused (though mostly well-meaning) Christians, deeply sympathised. “And Tu BiShvat’s in the winter.”

Coach Lasso nodded. “Right. And Hanukkah’s the big one ‘round Christmas.”

“Not actually that big, Coach,” Coach Beard said from where he was scribbling set pieces on the whiteboard. “Its importance got overinflated in the public consciousness because of its proximity to Christmas.”

Roy jerked his thumb at Coach Beard. “What he said.”

“Huh,” Coach Lasso said. “Well, colour me educated. Hey, how come you’re not at services like Zoreaux?”

“I went with Rachel and Phoebe last night,” Roy said, looking like he’d rather do anything in the world than continue this conversation. “But I’m not observant.”

“Aw, hey, don’t be down on yourself, Roy. You’re plenty observant.”

from I Know I'm Home

“I don’t like your expression,” Owen said.

“What’s wrong with my expression?”

“I can read it, Billy. And right now it’s saying something like, ‘This man has too much New York in him to be wearing a cowboy hat.’”

“Maybe,” Billy conceded. “Or maybe it’s sayin’ that I think we should skip this whole shindig and get to a bed so you can ride me with that hat on.”

from Put Your Records On

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[a-holy-hell]

In waves, we were born into the reckoning In death, you will hear it when the tide sings Red sails, set until the very end Blood stains, this is my revenge

Bury Tomorrow - My Revenge

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Bury Tomorrow Release New Track, 'Heretic' Feat. Loz Taylor Of While She Sleeps

The British metal band have released their new single off of new album ‘The Seventh Sun’. Speaking on Heretic, lead-singer Dani Winter-Bates states ‘Heretic is here, and we knew from day one of recording that this song was something we wanted the world to hear immediately. It’s right up there with the most aggressive and visceral tracks on the album, with an inherently dark feel, both lyrically…

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Dani Winter-Bates replied to my tweet. Dani Winter-Bates REPLIED TO MY TWEET. AAAAAAAAAHHHH

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