#devin walker

[lesbianrobin]

Devin Walker + Cheyenne Floyd ("Team Princess") in The Challenge: Rivals III

[megastarwiley]

if devin walker has no fans then i’m dead

[yungjayadams02]

[theodddaysout]

Some of these are totally rendered and probably deserve their own post but fuck it-here's an art dump of my stupid juice salesman hero from my Masks TTRPG group. I love Devin so much this stupid domed 90s boy is constantly on my mind it's the worst sort of brain rot i swear to god but i still love him

[jaylejuan64]

Wap - Devin Walker & Rico TV

[throwbacks-world]

Where U R Into Starring Devin Walker

[thestitchingwitch]

The Perfect Shot

Summary: You’re a barista who’s been tasked with training the new hire. Little do you know that you’ll be training one of the biggest names in Super Hero history...

Warnings: angst, fluff, shy!Reader, romance, teasing, low-self esteeem (reader), jealousy, enemies to lovers trope, female!reader

a/n: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing an Ice Break fanfiction so warning: it might be shite! >_< 97!Devin Walker doesn’t get a lot of love on here (for...reasons tbh???) No disrespect to the Walker family intended. I just really love Ice Break lol. Feedback is welcome! I might make this into a series. idk yet tbh

Word Count: 3,017

Saturday started off like any other: your alarm went off, you showered, and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast. The smell of French toast sticks, maple syrup, and bacon permeated the house; it was really hard to resist. Was it your favorite breakfast? No, you very much preferred when mom made pancakes, but this was the next best thing. 

“Hey sleepy head, good morning,” your mom trilled when you entered the kitchen, a smile on her face. 

“Morning, mom” you yawned. 

“Hey missy, cover your mouth when you yawn,” your dad sternly said, peering up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Sorry dad,” you groaned and rolled your eyes. I literally just woke up. Is it an actual crime to yawn? You thought to yourself as you grabbed a plate from the cabinets. 

“So, kiddo, you have any plans today?” your dad paused, folded up his newspaper to make conversation with you. He took a sip of his coffee. 

“Erm, not a whole lot planned? It’s really just like every Saturday: work, come home, study. Erin invited me out to a party tonight with some kids from school, but I’m not sure if I feel up to it,” you placed your plate on the kitchen table and started pick at the French toast stick. 

“Aww, sweetie. Is everything okay? You’re in high school - you should be out with friends. You know, it’s okay to have fun once in a while,” your mom came over to put her hand on your shoulder. 

You gave her a reassuring smile back. She was right; this WAS the time to have fun with friends, party, and maybe even meet cute guys. Yeesh, that thought was...something. Truthfully, you’ve always felt out of place in this small town. You were never particularly popular or even good looking for that matter; average at best! No one ever asked you out to any of the school dances or admitted to having a crush on you. You just really wanted to go through the motions until you graduated high school. Maybe then life would get better for you?

Once you were finished with your breakfast, you put your plate in the sink and headed upstairs to check your IM before heading off to work. You had one message and it was from Erin. 

BRClov3R_93: OMG. You’ll never guess who’s in town!

Lilac_Kitten: ?

BRClov3R_93: DEVIN WALKER AKA ICE BREAK

You’ve heard of him before: he was that ice hero that literally ALL of your female classmates were going crazy over. Erin especially. The inside of her locker was LITTERED with everything Ice Break. It was like a crazy shrine to this kid. You never understood the hype. He was probably a douche bag in real life anyways. Most celebrities were. 

Lilac_Kitten: Oh, that’s cool. 

BRClov3R_93: Just COOL?!? Y/n this is a once in a life time opportunity. I mean, what are the chances of him coming back to Newbury Park?! Me and the girls are going to try and find him in town. We’re going to skip on the party at Nick’s tonight. You want to come with us??????

Lilac_Kitten: Ahhhhhh I’m okay. You guys enjoy. 

BRClov3R_93: Booooooooo I’ll let you know if I give Devin kiss ;)

Vomit. You’ll never understand what Erin sees in that guy. He’s not even that hot!

You check the clock. Shit I’m going to be late if I don’t leave now. You log off and head off to work. 

As crazy as it sounds, you really enjoyed going to work. You were a barista at the only coffee shop in town, the Panama Treasures Cafe. It was run by a couple who actually was from Panama City. Every shift, you’d learn a little more about their adventures, brewing a cup of coffee, and most recently, how to pull the perfect shot of espresso. It was REALLY challenging but you felt like you were getting the hang of it. Knowing how many grams and how fast a pull was coming through was still tough. Lupe, one of the owners, would always tell you, “making the perfect shot of espresso is a lot like being married. You have to know the right amount to put in, the type of bean you’re working with, and most importantly, you have to be patient.” This analogy sounded like a reach to you, but you soaked up every word she said when it came to espresso making.

“Hey Lupe and Renato - sorry I’m late!” you rush in to the shop. It’s quiet for a Saturday morning. The regulars are there: George, the old man who always orders a small black coffee and cheese danish. Rylie, the young college student who is there for like 12 hours every Saturday studying. However, you knew within the next half hour or so, the shop would be slammed with customers. 

“Y/n that’s the third time this week! You gotta get better at being here on time,” a short, wirey-haired woman popped up from behind the counter. She put her hands on her hips. “The Saturday morning rush is happening soon and we gotta make sure we’re ready, Y/n. You know this. Don’t make me call your parents.” You roll your eyes again. 

“Yes, Lupe. Sorry - I’ve just been...distracted,” you bite your lip. 

“Well, being distracted stops right now. We have a new hire who’s going to be with us for a little bit,” Lupe said. 

New hire? Since when? And why didn’t Lupe or Renato tell me? 

“Oh, that’s so exciting. Are you sure that the Saturday morning rush is the best time to train a new hire? It gets really busy. Not that like, I should be telling you how to run your business or anything. It’s just like, it can get overwhelming, you know?” you said. 

“Sometimes the best way to learn is under pressure. That’s how the best espresso shots are made, right?” Lupe winked at you. This was absolutely a weird straw man analogy, but okay. You heard the shop door open and the bell ring. In walked a familar face: he was tall and a little on the lanky side, golden blonde hair with slight blue tips, and a charming smile you’d know anywhere. It was Devin Walker. 

“Hey, Mrs. L!” Devin waved. “Looking very pretty today, as always.” Lupe chuckled and blushed.

You rolled your eyes again. Blergh, what a kiss ass. He must talk to everyone that way. What a tool. 

Devin turned to face you. Oh God, here we go...

“And what might your name be?” Devin asked. You tried not to make eye contact with him. 

“My name is Y/n,” you responded flatly. He stuck out his hand to shake yours, you indulged him. 

“Well, Y/n, it is an absolute delight to make your acquaintance. I am very excited to be under your tutelage,” Devin beamed. You just glared at him.

“Yep! It’s a really great time here and you’ll learn a lot,” you quickly responded. 

“Y/n, please show Devin around and make sure he knows how to at least brew the coffee,” Lupe asked you. 

“Never fear, Mrs. L! I’m a speedy learner,” Devin winked. 

Holy shit. What is with this guy? Typical celebrity: thinking charm and flattery will get them anything. 

Lupe headed to the back rooms to stock up before the rush which left you and Devin by yourselves behind the counter. 

“Okay, hot shot, let’s set the record straight: I will, under NO circumstances, be influenced by your flattery. You think you can just saunter into this shop and use whatever Hollywood charm to wrap people around your little finger. Well guess what? That shit doesn’t fly with me,” you snapped. 

Devin put both hands up defensively, “woah, woah, woah. Y/n, you said, right? Okay, I’m not trying to charm anyone here. I’m just here to learn what it’s like to be a barista. It’s for a commercial I’m in!” Of course it was. You didn’t think for a moment that this kid new anything about hard work. 

“Alright, you better roll up your sleeves and put some elbow grease into things then, Ice Boy,” you crossed your arms. 

“Yes, ma’am. You’re the boss!” Devin just smiled back. 

Training Devin Walker during a morning rush on a Saturday went just as well as you thought it would: it didn’t go well. At all. The first issue was Devin didn’t know how to properly ring customers up yet, write the name or drinks, or help out with making the drinks. You had to stop what you were doing in the middle of filling orders to help him work the register. This created a massive back log of customer orders. You also had to tell Devin how to do things mutiple times, which got really redunant after a while. Not to mention, you had to put up with all of the angry customers who were in a rush. To add insult to injury, Devin was able to to just smooth things over by talking with people. He’d crack a joke here, wink at someone there. That’s all it took for an irate customer’s mood to completley shift. 

Must be nice, huh? Having all the money and looks in the world. So much so that working a minimum wage job was just field research for Devin. You could feel resentment bubble up in your body. 

Unexpectedly, a tall, stunning blonde girl entered the shop. It was none other than Emily McDonough - head cheerleader and class valedictorian. She took one look at Devin and her jaw dropped.

“OH MY GOD. STOPPPP. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. It’s Ice Break!” Emily let out an ear-piecing squeal. 

“Hell yeah, dude. It’s me, Ice Break. Always nice to meet a fan,” Devin smirked. Emily and Devin were holding up the entire line talking about God knows what. After a while, Emily finally slipped Devin Walker her number, and that’s when you finally lost it. 

“Devin, can I speak to you?” you marched over to where he was standing. 

He looked back, “huh? Oh yeah, yeah. What did you want to talk about?”

“Uhhhh, I was thinking somewhere a little more private??? Maybe??” you cross your arms, looking up at him. He was just so...tall. 

“Oh, oh yeah no doubt. Oh hey, Emily, was it? I’ll hit you up later,” Devin winked at Emily before walking back towards you. Emily let out another excited squeal. 

“Devin, back rooms. NOW,” you snap. You open the door to the back office. Lupe nor Renato was there. Good, you thought to yourself. 

Devin plopped on one of the office chairs, legs spread wide in a casual way. Almost as if he was in his own living room. Your blood was boiling at this point. 

“Do you think this is a joke??? Working here??? Lupe and Renato have spent their entire lives building this palce up and you’re just treating it like it’s a field trip!” you start to rip into him. 

“Hey now - that’s not way I see things. See, I think we made a really good team out there...”Devin began. 

“A - what? Are you dumb??? I had to fix all of your mistakes, train you, AND make all of the orders while you just stood around and flirted with the customers,” you were shouting at this point. 

“Okay, okay, I see that you’re mad. I get that. Yeah, yeah we had some, um, nasty customers. And I wasn’t as fast of  learner as I thought I was....”Devin began to shrink back a little. 

“Oh? You think?? You Hollywood Heroes are all the same. You think you can just flirt and charm your way to the top while the rest of us work our asses off. Must be REALLY nice to get everything you want while the rest of us have to earn it,” your face started to get hot. You could feel tears begginning to well up in your eyes. Devin stood there awkwardly. 

“Umm, yeah. This whole thing...me working at the shop. Dude, I didn’t mean anyone harm. I just got a commercial gig from my PR guy and he recommended I work at an actual coffee shop to get the experience. True, yeah, I do get what I want...mostly, but YOU’RE not being completely fair in your judgments! Just because I’m making mistakes on the job, doesn’t mean I’m not working my ass off right now,” Devin had a point; of course he did. You were both working the same job and it’s not like he wasn’t trying. 

“And so what if I flirt a little? It’s not illegal to do that. Bartenders do it all the time! Okay, I’ll admit, I could absolutely be taking this job more seriously. I’ll make a deal, I’ll be more serious and you can be...nicer? Is that fair,” Devin winced and stuck out his hand in an effort to make a bargain with you. You crossed your arms, looked at him for a bit, then sighed. 

“Fine. It’s a deal. Just like, please listen a little better. Okay?” you gave his hand a firm shake. 

“Scout’s honor,” Devin beamed. Fine, okay. You had to admit he was really cute and you were starting to see why girls liked him. 

Although it wasn’t smooth, the rest of the shift went so much better than the first. You could see that Devin was taking things more seriously this time. He got the hang of working the register by himself, leaving you to focus on fulfilling orders. He even managed to fulfill a few orders himself! Just the regular brew coffee, tea, and smoothie orders; it was too busy to teach him things on the espresso machine. 

After a while, the influx of customers died down, leaving you two by yourselves in the store. You’re not entirely sure where Lupe went off to. Taking care of other business in the store, maybe? You let out a deep sigh. 

“So,” Devin began. “What was that about me not working my ass off again? My glutes are practically KILLING me.” You let out a laugh. Devin nudged you with his arm. “Oh, so she CAN smile?” he teased. 

“Fine. I was wrong about, you’re actually...cooler than I thought,” you mumble. 

“I mean, I do have ice powers babyyy,” Devin takes one hand and makes a little snowflake appear out of thin air. 

“You’re so corny!” you chuckle. “Maybe this question is a little disrespectful, but what’s it like having...you know...powers?” Devin pauses for a moment to think about the question. 

“No, yeah, man. It’s sweet as hell! You can like, make cool ice sculptures, freeze a pool - my dad hates when I do that, by the way - put out fires. I think the best thing about having powers is that you can actually help people, like in a big way. And I think that’s the most important thing to me,” you can see Devin look earnest; he was telling you the truth. 

“You’re...humbler than I expected?? All of my friends are like REALLY big fans of yours. I always thought you were just another smug asshole, but...you really surprised me today. I guess now I’m the smug asshole,” you shrug. 

“Hey man, I get it but you know what they say, don’t judge a book by it’s cover. I do know ONE way you can make it up to me though,” Devin gives you a look. You roll your eyes.

“Okay, I’m listening,” you reply. 

“Alright, so, I’m always wanted to learn how to make that fancy latte art. That machine looks scary and loud though. Can you teach me?” for a moment there, you thought Devin was going to ask you a different question...

“Uhhhh, sure? That’s simple. And pro tip, if the milk steamer is loud, that means your not holding it right,” you both walk over to the machine. Thus, begins the milk steaming tutorial. You stand behind him, showing Devin how to angle the steel milk pitcher and what temperature it needs to reach before it’s ready. Of course, by touch, it’s hard for him to gauge how hot it is because he absorbs heat easily, but eventually, you both find a method that works for you. You go into great detail about how the consistency of the milk is important in creating the latte art. You’re not sure how many hours passed by, but soon, you realize it’s an hour before close. 

“Okay, you have at it and keep practicing. I just need to start closing things up,” you giggle. You really hate to admit it, but Devin Walker has really grown on you. As he’s fumbling with the steamer wand, you can’t help but steal glances at him; he has this cute little scowl when he’s focusing. 

“Hey, Y/n, I think I got it it down pat! Come take a look,” Devin takes your hand and guides you over to a bright red latte cup. You feel your heart race. You’ve never held hands with someone before, let alone a cute heartthrob. The palms of his hands feel warm, but his finger tips are a little icy. 

You look down at the contents of the cup; inside is a perfectly shaped latte heart. 

“Well, how did I do?” Devin grins. For a moment, you gaze into each other’s eyes. You looked at Devin intently, taking in every detail from the tip of his nose to his piercing blue eyes. You felt your cheeks heating up. 

“It’s, no - you’re perfect,” you whisper, just under your breath. You look up to gaze deeply in Devin’s eyes. Suddenly, you feel Devin’s hands wrap around your waist as he starts to pull you towards him. In an instant, your are both locked in a passionate kiss. His lips feel warm against yours, soft.You pull away to look up at him, one hand still cupping the side of his cheek. Both of you, still lingering close to each other. 

“Woah,” Devin remarks, flabbergasted.

“Yeah,” you stare into his icy blue eyes. 

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 90's Fest Movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 🎦 📽 marathon...Home Alone 2: Lost In New York (1992) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #Movie #movies #comedy #Christmas #homealone #homealone2 #homealone2lostinnewyork #MacaulayCulkin #JohnHeard #RIPJohnHeard #catherineohara #joepesci #danielstern #DevinRatray #angelagoethals #KeiranCulkin #allysheedy #timcurry #RobSchneider #danaivey #DonaldTrump #gerrybamman #brendafricker #EddieBracken #annaslotky #hillarywolf #jedidiahcohen #SentaMoses #jimmiewalker #riptaylor #ripriptaylor #michaelcmaronna #vintage #VHS #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas4thannual90sfest

[kasperikapanenisbetterthanyou]

hockey team thickness - Calgary Flames 2024 VERSION (roster as of 27.07.2024)

[eternal--returned]

Anthony Edwards dunks on Kevin Durant and Bradley Beal in game 4 of the playoffs (2024)

[paradise-bi-the-dashboard-lightt]

Trying to make some sense of it all But I can see it makes no sense at all Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor? 'Cause I don't think that I can take anymore

Clowns to the left of me Jokers to the right Here I am stuck in the middle with you

[midnight-star-world]

#CountryMusic

Jake Owen - Loose Cannon

So today on the MSR (Midnight Star Review), I would like to talk about the latest album from Country Music Singer Jake Owen. This new album is titled "Loose cannon" and was originally released digitally on June 23rd, 2023, and a physical copy was available on Friday October 21st, 2023. But before we dive into the new 16 track album, let's talk about the career of Jake for a little bit before.

Jake has had big hits with songs like "Down to the Honkytonk", "Made for you", & "Anywhere with you. Jake also had songs like "Barefoot blue jean night", "Beachin'", & "American Country love song. Jake has scored 4 number ones on my weekly list MSR (Midnight Star Report). My MSR combines both CMT (Country Music Television), the Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts, & even myself. The list used to include GAC (Great American Country) until the list officially retired at the end of 2018. Now back to the new project up next.

The current single is "On the boat again", and other songs you should check out are "Go getter", & "Hearts and habits is a stand out track in my opinion. Also check out songs like "When it all shakes out", "Hopeless", & "It don't, he won't and you do". He pays tribute to the Andy Griffith show intro with "Nothing". More songs you should listen to are "Somewhere south with rum", "The ending", & the title track "Loose cannon". Jake had co-writting help from Willie Nelson, Walker Hayes, Devin Dawson, & Jordan Davis. Let's see the rest of the track list now.

Track list.

Hot truck beer.

Go getter.

Solo solo.

On the boat again.

Hearts and habits.

When it all shakes out.

Hope less.

It don't, He won't and you do.

Friends don't let friends.

Boy in the Chevrolet.

Shrank.

Nothing.

Somewhere south with Rum.

The ending.

Hey can I buy a beer.

Loose cannon.

And that's a wrap for the track list. And on the MSR (Midnight Star Review), I would give this new album a 4.5 out of 5 stars. I am not a fan of the digital albums, so with Jake deciding to make a CD that didn't have to get digitally. Another well-rounded album from Jake with a lot of songs that I had to highlight. Thanks for taking the time to read this review. See ya all next time.

[theodddaysout]

I had to throw some art together for a silly episode of my fiancé's podcast when he did a bonus episode about our MASKS campaign. So I got to doodle a Bunch of my favorite moments from the Terrible No Good AU session and here they all are!

[devincollinsofficial]

💂🏾‍♂️ 97th Annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade!!!! 💂🏾‍♂️

[thestitchingwitch]

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Summary: teen!Devin Walker misses the bond that Heavy Step aka Iron Sides II and Bash Talon once had. Forlorn, he turns to the only guys he’s closest with: Mr. Enigma and Wunderkind. 

Warnings: Angst, guys being emotional, physical harm, kissing, hugging, crying, death, jealousy, control issues.

a/n: This is just based on what I’ve read from the Legacy Watch account on Instagram so don’t come for me if something isn’t accurate. I don’t know or go to school with these people....So something that’s been on my mind lately is how lonely 97!Devin Walker must feel now that he doesn’t have his OG squad with him. What type of person would he become now that his team is so wildly different? Get ready for a little boys on boys indulgent drabble. ;)

It was a gloomy Saturday morning at the Edgewood dorms. The sky was overcast and there was a strong gale that made the windows rattle. One of those days where you’d stay inside with a cuppa tea. 

Devin Walker was huddled under his navy comforter watching YouTube videos on his phone like he always did - with no headphones. It was a constant switch between the actual videos and random pizza commercials. His roommate, Wunderkind, was replaying voice notes on his phone. A familiar accented voice was eminating from the speakers. 

“Hey Dev, you mind turning your volume down? I can’t hear these over your videos,” Wunderkind called. 

“Aww dude, really? You’re making me turn down the volume so you can listen to Tómas?” Devin poked his head out from underneath the comforter. 

“N-n-no - it’s just really loud and I’m tired of hearing the Gen Z version of the Pizza Bagel song. Wait, how do you know it’s Tómas?” Wunderkind responded - exasperated. It wasn’t super visible but he was definitely blushing underneath that mask. 

“Wunderkind, I’d know that French accent ANYWHERE. You should quit being a wuss and just ask him out already,” Devin threw his comforter back over himself and unpaused his video again. 

“I - I - I erm, how did you know I was into him?? And we don’t even know if he likes dudes!” Wunderkind stuttered.

“Like I always say, my dude, to fuck around is holy, to find out is divine,” Devin’s response was a bit muffled from all of the media noise and polyester.

“You’re ridiculous. I give up! I’m just going to put in headphones,” Wunderkind shook his head then proceeded to pop his wireless earbuds in. 

Devin smiled to himself from underneath his blanket cocoon. It was just him and YouTube now, baby. He never really knew what Wunderkind saw in Tómas or why Wunderkind was so head over heels. It’s like Wunderkind never had never met a hot guy before. What the fuck? Devin was RIGHT THERE? Wunderkind never felt the need to be flustered around him. A travesty, really. 

In some ways, Wunderkind reminded him of his best friend and member of the Gold Team, Ironsides II or “Heavy Step” (long story). When Devin knew his version of Heavy Step, he was kind of an anxious kid who Devin had to coax a lot. Honestly, it felt like rescuing a cat off of a treebranch some days. Both Wunderkind and Heavy Step both had big shoes to fill in regards to heroing. Although Wunderkind was a protegé of the Oracle, he, like Heavy Step, had some kind of legacy to uphold. Both of them had to feel an immense amount of pressure. 

Devin’s thoughts shifted to Tómas Fargeon or Mr. Enigma (his working hero name for the time being). Was Tómas really like Bash Talon? Both were kind of boisterous and their love lives were....complicated was putting it nicely. He knew for a fact that Bash Talon did not grow up a billionaire or enjoy playing the cello. In that way, Tómas was his own beast. 

A pang of sadness started to tug at Devin’s heart. Sometimes you never know how much you’d miss a person until they leave. What happens when they’re still here but they’re not the version of them that you knew? And you’re a version of you that they used to know? No one tells you how to navigate those situations. Devin Walker, though he didn’t show it, often felt like one of the loneliest kids on campus. He enjoyed the company of Wunderkind and Tómas, mainly Wunderkind if we’re being honest with ourselves, but it wasn’t the same as the bond he shared with the Gold Team. 

“Hey. Heyyyyyy. Hey, Wunderkind?” Devin, once again, peaked out from underneath his comforter cocoon. He motioned at Wunderkind to get his attention. Wunderkind was currently entranced by whatever he was listening to on his phone. Wunderkind’s eyes were glazed over with lust as he clutched one of his pillows. 

Ew. Guess Tómas really said something juicy, Devin thought to himself. Wunderkind shook himself out of his stupor when he noticed Devin’s frosted tips peaking out towards him.

Wunderkind took out a bud and cocked his eye at Devin, “you good over there?”

“Yeah...no...so like, no homo or anything, but can I like, chill on your bed?” Devin asked sheepishly. 

Radio silence. 

“Uhhhhhh sure??? So like, you want to switch beds?” Wunderkind cocked an eyebrow at him. He was clearly unsure how to interpret this request. 

“No, no, dude like, you can stay on there. I just want some company,” Devin looked at Wunderkind who wore a concerned expression. 

“Um. Cool, okay,” Wunderkind scooted down to make room for Devin, who was still in his blanket cocoon. 

“Thanks, bro. You’re a homie,” Devin said as he hopped up. He didn’t realize it but Wunderkind had sneakily shot Tómas an SOS text. 

A few minutes passed by with no conversation between them both of them. Wunderkind took one side of his bed and Devin sat on the other. A knock at the door broke both of them from their stupors. 

Wunderkind leapt up to grab the door and who other than Tómas was on the other side to greet them. Per usual, Tómas was only wearing a pair of very short track shorts. Sometimes Wunderkind and Devin felt like Tómas had some sort of material allergy. You could never find Tómas fully clothed. Odd. 

“Oh, hey, Tómas! Wow, what a surprise to see you here!” Wunderkind forced an awkward smile. 

“Yeah, Wunderkind I got your text wh-” Tómas began but was immediately cut short. 

“Ahahaha yeah!” Wunderkind awkwardly laughed, putting his hand over Tómas’ mouth. 

“Wunderkind just tell Tómas you think he’s hot already,” Devin called from the bed. Tómas looked down at Wunderkind with a flirty expression and waggled his eyebrows at him. Wunderkind’s whole body started to flush. 

“Oh? Wunderkind - is there something you wanted to tell me? Sadly for you, I’m not gay,” Tómas was clearly amused by the whole ordeal. Wunderkind froze then scratched the back of his head. 

“Uhhh oh...awkward...yeah, I figured as much! Ummm I meant objectively hot, not ‘I want to date Tómas’ hot,” Wunderkind gave an awkard chuckle at this. Devin shot Wunderkind at disappointing look before shaking his head. 

“Dev, you mind if I take this bed?” Tómas made his way over to Devin’s bed which only had the navy fitted sheet on it. 

“Oh, yeah, dude. That’s fine. Do whatever you want!” Devin responded, still fixated on whatever YouTube video was playing on his phone. 

To be continued...

[thisaintascenereviews]

Year Of The Knife - No Love Lost

Metallic hardcore band Year Of The Knife has had quite a bad year. They got into a van accident earlier this year that left vocalist / guitarist Madi Watkins had to have surgery, and stay in the hospital for awhile, but they finally came out of the other side with their newest LP, and I believe the first with Madi on lead vocals, entitled No Love Lost. I’ve been a fan of these guys for the last few years, but they’ve never been one of my favorite metallic hardcore bands. Their sound is a bit generic, despite being heavy and punishing, but they’ve been getting better over the years. No Love Lost is a good example of that, and I’d say this is their best album yet. Not exactly my favorite of the year, although not every album I hear needs to be just that, but it’s still pretty damn good.

This record is pretty simple, as it’s a 20-minute metallic hardcore record, but it does have some twists and turns. A few guests show up, especially Devin Swank from Sanguisugabog (I don’t know if I spelled that right, but I don’t feel like looking), as well as Dylan Walker from Full Of Hell, and those bands add some death metal / grindcore cred to their sound. Like Dying Wish, and their new album, which is the last album I reviewed, this band has a sound that kind of takes their brand of hardcore / metalcore into death metal territory, and it sounds awesome.

Despite being generic, the breakdowns, riffs, and vocals are utterly killer. I haven’t gone back to this album too much, because of how generic it gets in spots, but they do have some cleaner and more melodic moments here, too, and it shows that the band can experiment. The fact that they are one of the few hardcore bands that dabble in metal is cool, and I like how they toe the line just enough. If you want a short hardcore record with some brutal riffs, heavy breakdowns, and some great vocals, check this thing out. If anything, too, this record should be cathartic for this band. It’s finally here after all that they’ve gone through this year, and that’s awesome to see.