#geoff x awsten

[parxfever]

going to sleep and dreaming about waterparks 😇

[parxfever]

gawsten truthers rise

We're so back

[confusionmeisss]

☆ Lipstick Stars ☆

Awsten Knight x GN!Reader (no pronouns other than “you” used) || fluff || tw: none (if there is, pls let me know!)

Summary: You’re sick of seeing Awsten use lipstick to draw his stars, so you take matters into your own hands.

*Note: hii lovelies!! thanks for wanting to read this!! this was born out of a dream i had.. it’s not very long, i know. but i finally finished something for the first time in months! pls be kind, i am sensitive. but constructive criticism is always welcome!! it is how we grow to be better after all!! 💘💋 masterlist

word count: 659.

Awsten had a tendency for doing things the ‘wrong way’. Majority of the time it was harmless. It just really annoys people, is the thing. And when people try to tell him the right way to do it, he will double down. He really likes being petty and annoying.

“Please, Awsten, just let me do this?” You beg. “You cannot keep using lipstick. By the end of this, you’ll have permanent red stains on your face!”

“I’ll be fine,” Awsten says, reaching for the red lipstick tube on the vanity. “I scrub it off really well when the show’s over.”

You let out a huff. “You use soap and water. You’re using liquid red lipstick that dries matt, and you use soap and water to wash it off when the show’s over! There’s always stains left on your face. It takes me forever to get you to use a makeup wipe!”

The unnatural redhead just grins at you through the mirror.

“Awsten, just let me use the right stuff!” You beg, using puppy eyes. He always breaks for your puppy eyes. “I promise it’ll be so much easier to clean off your face.”

Awsten looks at you and starts slowly unscrewing the lipstick tube, a shit-eating grin taking over his face as he does so.

Damn, puppy eyes let you down today.

You narrow your eyes at him before letting out a huff.

Awsten’s grin turns smug as he thinks he’s won The Great Lipstick Star Battle. But he should know by now your need to do certain things right. Especially makeup.

He turns around to look into the mirror, bringing the stick up to his face. A mistake on his part.

You tackle him to the floor while he’s distracted. He lets out a shriek.

You snatch the lipstick out of his hand and toss it behind you.

“What the fuck?!” Awsten shrieks as he looks up at you with wide eyes.

You let out a giggle. “You should’ve known better than to think you won this battle.”

“Get off me,” he says, turning to lay on his back, you now sitting on his stomach. There’s no real heat behind his words, so you just smile down at him.

“No,” you sing-song as you uncap the liquid face paint you’ve been holding this entire time.

You grab ahold of his face and bring the stick down to above his left eyebrow.

He lets out an amused huff, closing his eyes, relaxing his body. He surrendered. You’ve won The Great Lipstick Star Battle of 2022.

You’re careful as you draw his stars. You know how big they’re supposed to be. You know the importance of them. You wouldn’t fuck them up.

Besides, Awsten wouldn’t have surrendered as quickly and as easily as he did if he didn’t trust you with his stars.

When you’re done, you kiss his nose and cap up the face paint. “All done.”

A smile falls on Awsten’s lips, causing you to smile as well. You move to get off of him, but he grabs ahold of your hips.

“Wait,” he says, staring up at you. “Take a picture?”

You nod and grab your phone from off the coffee table. “Smile!”

He does as told. You take a plethora of pictures, selfies included. The both of you giggling whenever he makes a stupid face.

Your photoshoot is interrupted by Lucas coming to tell Awsten he needs to be on stage in two minutes. He barely spares your antics a glance before he leaves the room.

You get up off of Awsten, helping pull him up when he raises his hands up.

“Thank you for drawing my stars for me.”

“You’re welcome. Thanks for letting me do them,” you say with a smile. You kiss his nose one more time. “Now go perform a stellar show.”

He gives you one more smile and a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door and onto stage.

[ashlumicalm]

MTV: I will HAPPILY take the opportunity to have more waterparks tracks on streaming 🎧

📍Lollapalooza

[oldiesstationlover11607]

YOU WRITE FOR WATERPARKS NOW????!!

may i pleaseeee ask for an awsten fic where reader is geoff or otto's sister and they dont really get along but when awsten goes out somewhere and gets into a fight while theyre traveling (theyre staying at a hotel) he goes to readers room and she takes care of his injuries and they make out up and end up sharing a bed. maybe could turn into a secret dating thing but yeah.. hope this makes sense <3

ps. happy early/late birthday (depending on when you read this)

pps i will aboslutely FILL you inbox with parx requests. ive been foaming at the mouth for them. youre an angel !!! 🍊

Secrets - Awsten Knight x Geoff's sister!reader

Word Count: 1552

A/N: Sorry this took so long! please request more awsten pleaseeee bc i love waterparks hehe

I never thought I’d find myself in this situation. It was past midnight, the hotel hallway was eerily quiet, and Awsten, of all people, stood at my door with a split lip, bruised knuckles, and a sheepish look on his face.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, voice low but sharp enough to cut through his usual bravado.

“Good evening to you too,” he quipped, his words slurring slightly as if he’d been chewing on them before spitting them out. “Can I come in?”

I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms. “Not until you explain why you look like you lost a fight with a garbage truck.”

Awsten’s hand went to his lip, dabbing at the dried blood as if he’d only just noticed it was there. “Some guy at the bar was being a jackass,” he muttered. “Said some stuff, shoved me. So, I… shoved him back.”

“And then?” I pressed, raising a skeptical brow.

“And then he punched me.”

I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. This wasn’t exactly out of character for Awsten, but it didn’t make it any less ridiculous. “You couldn’t go to Geoff? Or Otto? Why are you at my door?”

“Geoff’s asleep. Otto’s…” He gestured vaguely, like Otto’s absence was a problem too complicated to explain. “And, I don’t know, okay? You were just the first person I thought of.”

That surprised me more than it should have. Awsten and I weren’t exactly close. Sure, I was Geoff’s sister, and we saw each other plenty whenever I tagged along on tours, but our relationship mostly consisted of bickering, sarcastic jabs, and the occasional begrudging truce.

“Fine,” I said, stepping aside to let him in. “But if you bleed on anything, I’m sending you the cleaning bill.”

“Noted,” he said, brushing past me into the small hotel room.

The room was cramped, with barely enough space for the bed, a tiny desk, and a chair shoved awkwardly into the corner. Awsten collapsed onto the edge of the bed with a dramatic sigh, cradling his injured hand like a war hero nursing a battle wound.

I grabbed the first-aid kit from my suitcase, setting it on the nightstand. “Stay still,” I ordered, pulling out a cotton pad and a bottle of antiseptic.

“Yes, doctor,” he said with a smirk, though it faded the moment I pressed the cotton to his lip.

“God, that stings,” he hissed, jerking away.

“Stop being a baby,” I said, grabbing his chin to hold him still. Up close, I could see the faint shadow of a bruise blooming along his cheekbone. His eyes—usually sharp and mischievous—were softer now, a hint of vulnerability peeking through.

“What happened to the guy who hit you?” I asked, dabbing at the cut.

“Got kicked out,” Awsten muttered. “But not before landing a solid punch. Lucky me.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “You really are a magnet for trouble, aren’t you?”

He grinned, even as I pressed a fresh pad to his lip. “What can I say? It’s part of my charm.”

“Charm isn’t the word I’d use,” I muttered, though I couldn’t entirely suppress a smile.

We fell into a rhythm after that—me cleaning up his injuries, him cracking jokes to fill the silence. Despite my annoyance, there was something oddly comforting about the banter. It was familiar, easy in a way I didn’t expect.

“There,” I said, stepping back to admire my handiwork. “You’re semi-presentable again.”

“Thanks,” he said, flexing his fingers experimentally. “You’re pretty good at this.”

“I’ve had practice,” I said. “Geoff isn’t exactly a stranger to dumb injuries.”

Awsten chuckled, the sound low and genuine. “Guess it runs in the family, huh?”

I rolled my eyes, but before I could retort, he shifted awkwardly on the bed. “Uh… actually, can I crash here? Just for tonight?”

I blinked at him, caught off guard. “What?”

“I just… I really don’t want to run into that guy again,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “And, I don’t know, it feels safer here.”

The vulnerability in his tone was unexpected, almost disarming. I hesitated, my instinct to say no warring with a pang of sympathy. Finally, I sighed. “Fine. But you’re sleeping on the other side of the bed.”

“Deal,” he said, already kicking off his shoes and flopping onto the mattress like he owned the place.

I shook my head, climbing in on the opposite side and pulling the blanket over myself. “No funny business, Knight.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, though there was a teasing lilt to his voice that made me wonder if he was lying.

I woke up to warmth.

At some point in the night, Awsten had shifted closer. His arm draped over my waist, his face nestled against my shoulder. My first instinct was to shove him off, but… I didn’t. There was something oddly comforting about the weight of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing against my back.

“Awsten,” I whispered, my voice groggy.

He stirred, mumbling something incoherent before his eyes fluttered open. When he realized where he was, his face went red, but instead of pulling away, he smirked. “Morning, sunshine.”

“Don’t start,” I said, though my cheeks burned.

“Too late.” He propped himself up on one elbow, his grin softening as his eyes met mine. “You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re not yelling at me.”

“Don’t push your luck,” I said, but there was no bite to my words.

For a moment, neither of us moved. His gaze flicked to my lips, and before I could overthink it, he leaned in. The kiss was soft, tentative, like he was waiting for me to shove him away. But I didn’t.

When we pulled apart, his grin was back, full force this time. “So, does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?”

“Don’t get used to it,” I said, though I couldn’t hide my smile.

That should have been the end of it. A one-time thing, a weird blip in the universe that we’d both laugh about later. But it wasn’t.

The rest of the tour passed in a blur of stolen moments. Glances that lingered too long, hands brushing when no one was looking, whispered conversations in dark corners. It was maddening, infuriating, and completely intoxicating.

We didn’t tell anyone—not Geoff, not Otto, not anyone on the crew. Part of me liked the secrecy, the thrill of sneaking around. But another part of me knew it wasn’t sustainable.

One night, a week before the tour ended, Awsten showed up at my door again.

“This is becoming a habit,” I said, though I stepped aside to let him in.

“Can’t help it,” he said, grinning as he plopped onto the bed. “You’re just so beautiful.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart did a little flip anyway. “What do you want, Awsten?”

He hesitated, his usual bravado faltering. “I wanted to see you.”

Something in his tone made my chest tighten. I sat down beside him, the bed dipping under our weight. “What’s going on?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just… scared.”

“Of what?”

“This,” he said, gesturing between us. “Whatever this is. It’s… different.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. Part of me wanted to agree, to admit that I was scared too. But another part of me—the part that had grown used to keeping people at arm’s length—wanted to push him away.

“I get it,” I said finally. “But maybe it doesn’t have to be so scary.”

Awsten looked at me, his eyes searching mine for something I wasn’t sure I could give him. Then, without a word, he kissed me. This time, there was no hesitation, no waiting for permission. It was messy and desperate and perfect.

When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine. “You know this is gonna get complicated, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But maybe it’s worth it.”

The tour ended, and life went back to normal—well, as normal as it could be when you were secretly dating your brother’s bandmate.

Awsten and I fell into a rhythm, sneaking around whenever we could. It wasn’t easy, especially with Geoff constantly hovering, but somehow, we made it work.

One night, as we lay tangled in each other’s arms, Awsten turned to me, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “We should tell him,” he said.

“Who?”

“Geoff,” he said. “I mean, he’s gonna find out eventually, right? Might as well rip the band-aid off.”

I hesitated, my stomach twisting into knots. “You really think that’s a good idea?”

Awsten shrugged. “I don’t know. But I don’t want to keep hiding, either.”

I sighed, resting my head against his chest. “Let’s wait a little longer. Just until things settle down.”

He nodded, though I could tell he wasn’t happy about it. “Okay. But promise me something?”

“What?”

“Don’t let this be a secret forever,” he said, his voice soft. “I don’t want to feel like I’m hiding you.”

I looked up at him, my heart aching at the vulnerability in his eyes. “I promise,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself.

For now, the secret was ours. And for now, that was enough.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[delusionaldeadgirl]

i saw waterparks in chicago this weekend and i feel like tumblr is the perfect place for me to post my outfit cause the shirt just screams my tumblr feed lmao

(also petition for people to post more awsten knight x readers thank you)

[barringtonishigh]

Sorry for the lack of stories I have been busy, (just had surgery today). I'll try to write tomorrow! No promises though. Feel free to send in some requests and give me ideas. I'd also do some matchups or whatever they're called if you tell me about you and which band(s) you want!

[piecesofreeses]

Reese’s Pieces (Of Writing)

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Starry eyed

Awsten knight x male reader fanfiction. Angst.

TW: seizures, cancer

A/N: alright this fic isn't the best I made but it's also not the worst. Probably shouldn't be the first fic I post on here but idrc anymore.

"He's having another one!" Geoff screamed from the bathroom. I immediately threw off my bass and ran to the bathroom, Otto following behind me.

"What do you mean Geoff!? Please don't tell me it's another seizure!" I shouted, trying to get a view on what was happening. Awsten was sitting on the floor completely locked up. He was practically unmoving. I immediately bent down and shook him. He had no response, staying completely still. Otto and Geoff were practically screaming at each other, and Awsten looked like he was about to break every tendon in his body.

"I'm SORRY for not immediately screaming seizure Otto! I was making sure he was unhurt!" Geoff screamed.

"It's our best friend's life here, not a video game! You should have told us the second he fell!" Otto held up his finger like he was telling off a child.

"Both of you, stop bickering! We need to stay calm don't we?" I mumbled. They both looked at me and softened their gaze, Otto still having an angry look on his face but not nearly as aggressive. I grabbed Awsten's hands and tried to pull away his sharp nails digging into his skin.

"I'm sorry, I'm gonna get his meds for when he gets out of this." Geoff mumbled, squeezing past Otto.

"Thank you Geoff." I said softly, petting Awsten's hair. "It'll all be done soon baby, I swear it's gonna be okay." I nuzzled my face into his shoulder and kissed it. "It's gonna stop soon."

Geoff came back into the bathroom shortly after.

"Everything's on the couch, should we take him there now Incase it turns into the breakdancing type of seizure?"

"Did he see flashing lights to cause this?"

"I don't think so, maybe stress?"

"I think he's fine. He only has those kinds when he sees flashing lights. It should end soon anyway." I said softly. Geoff nodded.

"im going to go make everything comfortable for him." he said, leaving the room.

Awsten's eyes shifted towards me and stared into mine. They looked panicked.

"it's over soon I swear it's gonna end soon." I kissed his shoulder and pet his hair as we waited for it to stop. Minutes passed.

"Y/N, we need to call an ambulance!" Otto said as he checked his phone.

"What, why?" my eyes widened.

"it's been like 7 minutes! Brain damage happens over 5, remember?" Otto frantically said as he typed numbers into his phone. He took a few deep breaths, acting more casual afterwards. Geoff came bolting into the room.

"Ambulance? What?!?!" the brown haired boy panicked.

"I'm calling 911, it's been 7 minutes." Otto's voice lacked any tone, and he tried to deadpan in every other way, but you could tell his face was full of worry. He was trying to hide his fear for Awsten.

"911, what's your emergency?" the operator softly spoke. it was on speaker. I started to speak.

"My boyfriend has been having a seizure for over 5 minutes!"

"Ok ok, what's you and your boyfriends name?" Otto set the phone down on the floor and sat down cross-legged.

"I'm Y/N, my boyfriend is Awsten, our friends Otto and Geoff are here too."

"Okay Y/N, I want your friends to make sure all medication Awsten has used in the last 24 hours and that he is in a safe place, ok?"

"ok, ok yeah." Otto automatically jumped up and exited the room quickly, running around and grabbing Awsten's many pill bottles.

"Ok, what's the address?"

"103 1st street."

"Does Awsten have Epilepsy?"

"Yeah, a pretty bad case."

"Ok Y/N I have an ambulance on the way. They will be there shortly. I'm going to stay on the line to make sure nothing progresses okay?

"Ok, yeah, yeah." I took deep breaths and kissed Awsten's cheek "it's gonna be ok Aws."

"They are pulling up now, it's almost over. You two are very brave. I'll go when I hear them enter the room." as the operator spoke a knock was heard on the door. Geoff ran to the door. I heard them talking.

"Hello sir, where's the medical emergency?"

"He's in the bathroom!" Geoff guided the paramedics into the room.

"Sir, please step out of the room." they pointed at me. I nodded and stepped away from Awsten. the phone hung up. They immediately checked if Awsten was breathing and talked into a small radio. "he's not okay to be guided out, stretcher now."

10 seconds later a stretcher rolled into the house, moving us to the side. They all lifted Awsten onto the stretcher, quickly moving him back to the ambulance. I followed closely behind. they lifted him into the ambulance, almost closing the door before I interrupted.

"Hey! I'm his boyfriend, can I please ride with him?" I begged to one of the paramedics. The other one was already in the ambulance, checking Awsten's vitals.

"If you aren't by law related to the patient we can't let you in." the paramedic gave me a sorry look.

"please, I beg you. We've been together for 13 years."

"... fine. Don't tell them I let you though. you two need to get married eventually." they gave me a small smile as they opened the door further.

"Thank you so much!" I relaxed as I climbed in. I sat on a seat next to Awsten, holding his hand. I saw Otto and Geoff rush stuff into their car from the window in the back. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, preparing for the worst.

____________________

My eyes opened. I almost fell asleep, but Geoff pinched me awake.

"stay awake for Awsten. we need to make sure he's okay."

stay awake stay awake stay awake stay awake stay awake stay awake!

"It's so hard."

"I know but the results are coming back soon, we won't have to wait much longer."

"He's the love of my life Geoff, if he got brain damage I don't know what I'd do."

"He'd still be the same Awsten."

"The same body but likely not the same man."

Geoff grunted and held his head in his hands. After around 30 seconds the doctor walked into the small room they placed us in. All 3 of us jumped up.

"You are the friends and partner of A. Knight, correct?"

"Yes." Otto nodded.

"Well I have good news and bad news." the doctor sighed, sitting in a chair on the opposite side of us.

"Good news, his brain itself is completely fine. No neurons were affected.." the rooms thick and heavy air immediately lifted. all 3 of us sighed and relaxed. "Bad news, his condition significantly grew in severity somehow since the last time we saw him and we know why."

"Why?" I was on the edge of my seat.

"He has a brain tumor."

Everything felt wrong.

"is it cancerous?" Geoff whispered.

"We are still doing tests, but it's likely."

[unholyverse]

waterparks // alternative press issue #341

(full article text under cut)

WATERPARKS

THESE POP-PUNK UPSTARTS HAVE CATCHY SONGS, AN ENDORSEMENT FROM THE MADDENS AND AN UNIRONIC LOVE FOR HAIR DYE AND FUNKY-COLORED JELL-O. THEY ALSO HAVE A LOT TO PROVE-AND THEY'RE READY TO GET TO WORK.

STORY: EVAN LUCY x PHOTOS: JONATHAN WEINER

Awsten Knight knows what you're thinking: This time last year, his band, Waterparks, were veritable nobodies. You'd probably not heard their two EPs (2012's Airplane Conversations and 2014's Black Light), and the band's SEO was likely so suspect, there's no way a Google search would place the Houston-based trio above their hometown Wet 'n' Wild.

What a difference a trip around the sun. makes. Since late last year, the group scored a record deal with Equal Vision, picked up Good Charlotte's Benji and Joel Madden as their managers, performed at the 2016 APMAS and even graced the cover of AP's Warped Tour issue-all before releasing their first album. Along the way, they've cultivated a passionate (and ever-growing) fanbase, thanks to an irreverent sense of humor, insatiable work ethic and saccharine-sweet pop-rock sound. But as their star has grown, so have the rumors and confusion about just how they ended up on a collision course with success.

"I saw somebody online say, 'Isn't this that industry-plant band? Like we were made by a label or something." Knight remarks from Los Angeles, where he and his bandmates are putting the finishing touches on bonus tracks for their debut full-length, Double Dare, and filming a video for the album's first single, "Stupid For You." "People are always like, "Where'd this band come from? This band blew up overnight! That's really not the case."

Indeed, it's been a grind for Waterparks, who formed back in 2011 and, after years of hustle and hard work, got signed last year after a demo serendipitously ended up in Equal Vision's online submission box. Even today, as Waterparks—Knight, guitarist/vocalist Geoff Wigington and drummer Otto Wood-seem to have an indefinite amount of momentum and a limitless future, there's always some humbling experience to remind them the big time is still a few steps away. Look no further than their method of transportation for this summer's Warped Tour: a modified Sprinter van handily equipped with sleeping quarters- but no air conditioning.

"The van didn't have A/C until we got to the North, Knight remembers. "We did Texas and Florida, the whole South, with no A/C. People thought we were in a bus. It'd be like, 'Oh yeah, when you guys go back to your bus…" He laughs. "How can you be egotistical when you're sitting there in a sweaty van going, 'Fucking kill me?'"

Lifestyles of the rich and famous it isn't, but that's fine with Waterparks. They're used to surprising people, whether it's with their origin story or their music. A testament to both their artistic vision and desire not to be pigeonholed as just another pop-punk band, Double Dare sounds like an album made by three men raised in iPod shuffle culture. The album opener "Hawaii (Stay Awake)" skews toward more standard pop-punk fare (a sound that definitely provides a backbone for the 12 tracks that follow), but the band are quick to add bits of pop, electronica and (surprisingly) hip- hop to the melting pot, leaving Double Dare feeling instantly reminiscent, yet wildly unpredictable. There's the unabashed pop charm of "Take Her To The Moon," a DeLorean ride back to the scene's neon days that's awash in glassy synths; the biting "Little Violence," which takes aim at "fake-ass band guys," along with the now-defunct site AbsolutePunk; "Stupid For You," a roller coaster of vocal runs mixed with razor-sharp hooks; and the jittery "Dizzy," which combines mile-a-minute rapped verses with a towering half-time chorus.

Knight, a textbook over-writer, wrote and demoed more than 40 songs for the album, which the group whittled down to the 17 or so they actually tracked in Los Angeles with producers Courtney Ballard and Benji Madden. What makes Double Dare such an engaging listen is not just the songwriting, but the way Waterparks dress it up. Throughout the album, Knight's voice serves almost as a third guitar, cutting in and out and swirling around the mix to give things added depth and a secret sonic weapon their peers lack.

"Listen to Kesha," Knight implores. "People have heard a lead guitar a billion times-no one gives a shit about a sick guitar lead. What's going to sound sonically cooler to the average human: a lead guitar- which people have been hearing for the longest time- or the literally unlimited sounds I can cut my voice up into and make it [serve the same purpose]? It just sounds cooler."

As a teenager, Knight studied raps by the likes of Busta Rhymes and Ludacris (he even performed a cover of Fergie's "Fergalicious" at an early show), and he thinks it would be "sweet" to be in a boy band. "You have to stand out, otherwise there's nothing interesting about what you're doing," he explains. "We've always tried to do different shit. A lot of our songs are a pop-driven thing, but it's a band. Girl-pop, to me, is the best genre [in music]. Even if you don't speak English and you hear a Kesha song or a Katy Perry song, it's going to sound so good. The melody is everything: It sounds so happy. Put those songs next to whatever progressive metal band and their fucking guitar sweeps. That's the difference between being a band people like and being a musician's band. [Adopts nerdy voice] 'Oh, that time signature change, blah blah! No one gives a shit except nerdy dudes, and nerdy dudes aren't going to buy your record, anyway. I want to make shit my little sister and her friends would be into."

If Knight is that unabashedly honest about his musical intentions, the words he writes take it a step further. At its core, Double Dare is the antithesis to the public image Waterparks have cultivated over the years. From their irreverent music videos to any number of off- the-rails interviews (including some from this summer's Warped Tour where Knight donned a wedding veil), the band's public persona is that of perpetual Peter Pans. While that might be true (Knight frequently drops words like "butthurt" in conversation), the open-book nature of his lyrics here reveals life isn't all fun and feces jokes.

As such, the songs on Double Dare read like pages ripped from a personal journal. Whether he's dealing with crippling insecurity ("I wish I was as brave as my last name"), self-doubt ("And I'm doing all right/ But is 'all right' enough?/Because I'm living my dreams, but I live at home") or true love ("If you died, I'd hope you'd haunt me"), Knight's words are blunt, painstakingly detailed and instantly relatable. He might project as a court jester, but he's deadly serious about his art.

"There's a time when Awsten can be serious, and that's when he's talking about his music, Benji Madden offers. "In order to sell records or magazines, people feel like they have to be sensational or play a funny game. If you talk to Awsten about anything other than music, you'll get totally jokey, bullshit answers-which I love. But if you talk to him about music, he's a really smart, intentional, thoughtful guy."

"Being honest about it is the best way to go about it," Knight says of his songs. "I've never liked the vague lyrics, like, [jokingly sings] "I've gotta find my way. I've gotta get out of this place! All my favorite lyricists are killer with metaphors or are able to uniquely describe things. I like getting into things and being specific." He references the acoustic ballad "21 Questions," easily one of the album's highlights, but a song slated for the cutting-room floor until Madden stepped in. ("I feel like that song could be one of those scene classics," the Good Charlotte guitarist offers.) It's hard to imagine the album without it.

Outside of being a steady hand in the studio, the Maddens are the perfect mentors for Knight, Wigington and Wood. After all, it was 15 years ago that Good Charlotte went through everything Waterparks are currently navigating, claims of being a test-tube band and all. They've learned everything is cyclical, and they're passing on the lessons they learned to the bands they manage.

"They're so wise," Wigington explains in a separate interview. "You shut up and listen. They've told us, 'Hey, things are going to start getting weird. There will be things you haven't been used to, especially if you're out on the road! But they've told us to look out for each other and have each other's back and helped instill a sense of camaraderie so we can deal with whatever weird shit comes our way."

If their current career trajectory continues, things will be getting weirder and weirder in the Waterparks camp soon. The band have secured the opening spot on Sleeping With Sirens' fall tour, and they're already making plans well into 2017. With a new album ready and the furthest reaches of the scene at their fingertips, it seems like there's really no limit to how big this thing can get. It's already surpassed their wildest dreams in the past year; imagine what one more could bring. Not that it would change their demeanor, of course.

"I'd like to be able to live comfortably to the point where I could ride a bike into a swimming pool filled with Jell-O and have it not be a big deal," Knight says unflinchingly, when asked what success would look like for him. "I was thinking blue or purple because I like cooler colors. Red seems messy. Not yellow or orange, because I don't like those flavors as much. I used to be allergic to blue dye when I was younger, so I'd probably pick that just so I could be like, 'Fuck you." alt

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gawsten minecraft dates

geoff asking awsten to get him some dirt and awsten, instead of just handing it to geoff, makes a dirt block dick and geoff just goes “awsten.” and they both laugh. ough

[blazethecheeto]

Can you write a geoff x awsten x otto mewing fanfic? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🧏🧏🧏🧏🧏🧏🧏🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

what three weeks without waterparks does to a guy

- @meddowssbats

also of course i will bbg

[scenesten]

was playing broken picture phone last night heres some of the things i created in it (((MAJOR WATERPARKS WARNING))

Prompt: Gawsten kissing

Prompt: blue awsten is stupid…4u

Prompt: awsten x spongebob

Prompt: geoff in jail???? idk, its deffo someone in jail tho thanks

feel like itd be funny af to put this in main tags but i dont wanna scar people so imma leave those out

[ashlumicalm]

rocksound: Waterparks, Slam Dunk Festival 2024

REVIEW: It doesn't matter what sort of stage you put Waterparks on, you know they will make it their own. You also know that Awsten Knight will have plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Pulling out the likes of 'Blonde' and 'Stupid For You' early doors - making sure all arms are up and feet are off the ground - is just the tip of the iceberg. The triple-header of 'SELF-SABOTAGE', 'BRAINWASHED' and 'FUCK ABOUT IT' are injected with fresh strains of glitchy chaos, whilst a very welcome playthrough of '21 Questions' feels incredibly cathartic for all stretching their vocal cords to scream it back as violently as possible. It's a showcase of where Waterparks have been and where Waterparks are heading. A boundless display of creativity that few can match and a firm reminder of why they remain one of the scene's finest cult sensations.

✏��� Jack Rogers

📷 Corinne Cumming

[oldiesstationlover11607]

I also have an awsten knight request which i'm super excited about bc WATERPARKS guy heheheehhe

i love it rahhhh

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