#gustavo rocque

[sundayin96]

colorized images of roger waters coming into the studio one morning while pink floyd is working on ‘echoes’ (circa 1971)

[axa-maslow]

i was bored so i found these empty templates and i added the BTR characters 😭 :

maybe i’ll do a part 2 🔥

[btr-rewatch]

mood.

[daisyjoyflower]

[inkameswetrust]

𝐁𝐓𝐑 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬/𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝐏𝐭. 𝟐)

[kenobivirgin69]

Gustavo: sometimes I wish I had become a father

James: but you already are!!

Kendall: yeah, what about us!!

BTR: yeah!!

Gustavo: *stunned, slightly annoyed but oddly touched* you dogs do realize I'm not your father, right?

*later*

BTR: *sadly writing in their diaries* "today I was disowned by my father"

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

anyone else remember the bit in season 3-4 of austin & ally where trish started managing a boy band called boynado, but she hated them bc they didn't get along with each other? my take is that they were a former boyband of gustavo's and he lied about them to get trish to take them, and now trish has beef with gustavo bc of it

[its-lovelyhappycollection]

Worldwide (BTR)-Steven Glickman cover

Steven Glickman-aka Gustavo Rocque sings Worldwide by Big Time Rush in Orlando

Honestly, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard, love Steven Glickman and Big Time Rush

[myloveforhergoeson]

has anyone on here ever made a post considering that gustavo’s anger towards the boys comes from a place of insecurity and cowardice?

likeeee old 90s producer primarily held a long-standing career in the failing boyband industry trying to make his big comeback to the music industry and feeling not at all confident in the project he’s investing so much of his time and effort on? especially because he was only planning to take one person, not four.

because every time he tells them they suck, they “suck” on a song that HE wrote. that HES producing. that HE approved the choreography for. he needs it to be perfect, or else his legacy stays in the 90s with those old bands. or he’ll be the mega producer who failed his big comeback. forgotten among the new rising stars of the late 2000s

afraid of being perceived poorly by the public, he ends up taking out his frustrations on the boys because then it’s their fault. not his. he has someone else to blame for his situation and that makes him feel a whole lot better about his scary gamble of an industry comeback

[allthistrashtalkmakemeitchin]

Thank you @myloveforhergoeson for letting me borrow Declan & Roxy Somerset! They are her beloved ocs, please check out That's All She Wrote, if you haven't!

"No, no, no! Where is it?"

Roxy turned Rocque Records upside doen. Her beloved songbook that doubled as a journal for all her private thoughts was missing. She had a tune stuck in her head, but when she went to write it her songbook it was missing.

This caused panic that raised her blood pressure. Her brain was turned around as she barreled through the company. Rooms were in disarray in her wake. Her boyfriend, James Diamond, followed like a puppy at her heels. A six foot puppy with big brown eyes and swoopy brown hair.

Kendall, Carlos, and Logan let their friend boss them around. James stayed close and double-checked any spots that she checked.

Not only was she thinking of a song, but her father was visit and Gustavo said he had a surprise for her. All in all, she needed it more than ever. And if it were to fall in the hands of someone with malicious intent, her life would be over.

The smell of leather wafted through the room, behind it a note of an orange scent. James sniffed the air suspiciously. For a moment, he was snapped out of it and looked around for the owner of that sent.

"I can't find it!" Roxy discarded a white throw pillow, ransacking another white couch.

"Its okay. We'll find it." James took her hand and squeezed it. "And if we don't your dad will help us look for it,"

"I don't want to ask him," barreled out of her mouth as she ran an anxious hand through her hair.

That leather smell came back, this time Roxy was snapped out of it. She furrowed her brows, assuming James was wearing a weird cuda body scent. But when she leaned toward him to smell his cologne, he wasn't wearing anything that smelled liked leather and oranges.

Smoothing back her bleached hair and inspecting the leatherbound book in her hands, the woman stepped out of the elevator. Unlike the last time she paid Gustavo a visit, the office was destroyed. Things were strewn across the floor and at the center stood two teenagers in the lobby.

Roxy stopped in her tracks. She swore she caught a glimpse of what her father would have looked like if he didn't give up being a rockstar for her, not that she felt guilty. The woman sported a short, messy blonde mullet and various sparkling earrings throughout the cartilage. Her leather jeacket was closer to the color orange than it was red. Her jeans were ripped in place that were patched with safety pins and her faded Metallica shirt had a jagged hem. But in her hands was Roxy's song book.

"Oi! Anyone lose this?" She held the book up and Roxy left James' side in an instant. The songwriter took it and hugged it to her chest.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Of course, would hate to see it in someone elses hands." James furrowed his brows, he couldnt tell if this woman had an English accent or if it was fake.

Then a memory in the back of his mind was unearthed, he tried to forget a lot about his dad but it slipped through.

"You're Donna Pritchett! Lead singer and guitarist of Orange Rust!"

Roxy turned around and gave her boyfriend a confused look.

"What?"

"Yeah! Orange Rust!" James repeated with a big smile. "My dad loved your music, he wouldn't stop talking about you either. Except that was before..." He trailed off and then cleared his throat, looking away.

"Well, your dad has some taste." The woman laughed, her English accent was fake. Ithad to be. "Don't know if you work here, but do you know where Gustavo is?"

"Oh! Actually, before I lost my songbook we were on the way to find him!" Roxy's eyes sparkled.

"Good, good. He told me something about working with some boyband,"

"I'm in a boyband!" James stood beside Roxy and wraped his arm around her. "This is our songwriter,"

"It's always lovely to see another girl in the industry." Donna smiled brightly. Amber eyes glittered in the flourescent lighting.

"Roxy! James!" Gustavo's voice echoed down the hall.

The three of them jumped, panicked by the anger in his tone.

Kendall, Carlos, and Logan trailed behind Gustavo with their heads down. From the looks of it, they got in trouble.

"What did you do to my studio?!" He screamed, his face was red. Kelly followed behind anxiously, trying to calm him down.

Roxy and James recoiled. After the adrenaline came down, the songwriter was starting to regret what she did. Her face flushed and she looked away.

"What do you- Donna?" Gustavo's face paled and he looked at Kelly for an explanation.

"I was trying to tell you that Orange Rust was here for their collaboration." Kelly sighed and tapped her ledger.

"Don't sweat it, I'll help the kids clean up." Donna shrugged. "What else do I have Myron and Lila for?" She laughed at her own joke.

"She looks so cool." Carlos whispered to Logan.

With the somewhat unneccessary help of three adults. They split off and cleaned up around Rocque Records. While cleaning, Roxy got stuck in her head. Beating herself up for making such a mess and inconviniencing her boss.

"Hey," Donna nudged her gently. "My first day here, I blew the speakers." She tried to cheer the girl up with her sentiment.

"You blew the speakers?" Roxy's eyes widened.

"Yeah! It was awesome, Gustavo had to buy a couple grand worth of new equipment. This is nothing,"

Roxy uprighted one of the end tables in the lobby and smiled slightly. It made her feel a bit better that not only her and BTR were the troublemakers. But she couldn't shake the weird feeling she got. In some type of way, she was seeing a version of her dad.

Speaking of her dad.

"Rox,"

The songwriter turned around and lit up like a Christmas tree. Donna merely glanced over her shoulder as she fluffed the throw pillows. Roxy ran to her dad and threw her arms around him.

"Dad, I thought you were going to wait outside?"

"I did, but then I saw the paparazzi and maybe panicked a little." Declan chuckled and returned the hug.

Donna felt a buzz in her pocket and stopped arranging the pillows. She looked up, unimpressed by an email notification and paused. Roxy was the spitting image of her father but didnt look nearly as stressed or aged. Declan's hair was messy but he at least cleaned it up. His clothing was casual, she noted the Black Sabbath t-shirt. He had some taste.

"I just have to fix up the room, and then we can leave." Whatever Declan said in return was muffled to her ears.

Donna felt she was a little bit too old to have some teenage crush, but she leaned over to Roxy without thinking and asked:

"Is there a misses Roxy's dad?"

Roxy burst out laughing a little too loud, catching her dads attention and James' attention. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger as she tried to laugh it off. As far as she's known her father has been alone and this was very strange for her to hear.

"What did she say?" James joined the two with a curious look. He wanted in on the joke.

"She asked... If my dad was single..."

Now James was laughing, doubling over and clutching his sides. Roxy's face turned redder and she hid her face on her hands.

"What?? I don't see a ring on his finger,"

Roxy plugged her ears and started humming.

Donna rolled her eyes and shook her head. She wasn't going to get an answer from the girl regardless. Seeing as the room was pretty much cleaned, she sidled up to Declan with what she could hope was an alluring face.

"Well, hello cutie pie. What kind of band do you have?" She basically purred. Donna knew that later in the day Myron would make fun of her for this, but she had very little shame.

Declan was caught off-guard, and flustered. It had been such a long time since he recieved any form of romantic attraction. But unlike his daughter, he didn't show his embarrassment. Clearing his throat he smiled warmly.

"I was in a band, years ago, but gave that up for my daughter."

"She's a nice kid." Donna leaned against the wall and pulled a sharpie out of nowhere.

For a second, Declan felt like he was back in the band. The era of when girls would trip over themselves to write their numbers on his arm.

"I'm pretty sure you have a phone, yeah? Mind giving me your digits?" Donna radiated such confidence, that Declan couldn't turn down at least humoring her.

But nothing would come of it, right?

[1-800-rh]

Logan Mitchell X Reader

like i mentioned in my rodrick x reader fanfiction, my writing isn’t as good as it used to be ( i haven’t written anything in a while but im slowly trying to do so !) i would appreciate any feedback :) ty !

also follow my wattpad . @/bylersss

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Logan sighed & pressed his hand against her cheek. A sob escaped her lip as she leaned into his hand. he smiled at her & wiped away her tears. "what about you though. i don't want to leave you behind."

"you're gonna be amazing. you're gonna rock the whole country with your talent. this is a once in a lifetime opportunity." a sudden wave of sadness hit him. "all relationships end in a break up in order to date again."

she chuckled. "you're such a nerd." she leaned again his shoulder as the sky began to cry. cold droplets hit her exposed back, she could only shiver. "i will always be here for you. no matter what." logan pulled away from as the intercom announced a flight.

flight 489 now boarding.

she looked at him one more time before she started walking towards the gate. the teen could only watch her as she disappeared into the crowd. he sighed as kendall placed a hand on his shoulder.

"she's gonna be amazing. you needed to let her go." kendall spoke up. "she's gonna rock all of L.A."

he sighed once again, looked back at the now closed gate & made his way to the exit. his heart felt heavy but he knew kendall had a point. she was bound to have lots of success. he didn't want her to feel as if he was weighing her down. so he had to let her go.

*

logan nervously watched as the boys stuck their heads out the windows in excitement. they had only just landed in LA & were on their way to roque records. what did they know about being singers? would they be enough for the label ?

oh god. what if they don't like us ?

logan shook his head to compose his thoughts. everything was going to be fine. kendall always had a plan. james could be the backbone & carlos....well he would just be carlos.

they suddenly found themselves in front of an apartment complex. the sign read 'palmwoods' . he followed behind the rest of the group as they made their way through the building . he bit down on the inside of his cheek as he witnessed other kids his age walk past , whether they had a script in hand or a musical instrument, they all seemed preoccupied.

he suddenly felt out of place. he didn't belong here. all the guys were right about him. he had no talent whatsoever. james was pretty & could sing. kendall could sing. heck, even carlos could dance. what could he do ? nothing. what did he have to offer ? what if the label thought he was useless ? would it be too late to return to minnesota ?

yeah. he could always return home & continue on the path of becoming a doctor.

logan was finally brought back to earth when kendall received a slap to the face by the so called 'camille'. they looked at each other with shocked expressions . kendall had been on a whole lecture of how they had to take it serious & not screw up their big opportunity.

he constantly found himself doubting that he was even good enough for the town. he kept assuring himself that everything would turn out perfect but he couldn't help but to continue thinking how useless he was.

"logan ?" he looked up to find all the guys looking at him. " yeah ?"

"are you coming along ?"

"oh. yeah."

in the blink of an eye they were all splashed with different flavored smoothies. "to the studio it is." kendall mumbled.

•

"i am in love with this town." logan eyed the hispanic boy as he tossed the towel around his neck.

"they just threw their smoothies at us. what.... what part of that makes you wanting to enjoy that?" he questioned carlos. the boy could only smile as he shrugged . all he knew was that l.a. had lots of hot girls & that's what mattered. "can we get back to the tour ?"

kelly , gustavo's assistant, gave the two boys a stern look. she spun on her heels & continued her way through the corridors.

"on this floor is where our recording studios are. you may see famous celebrities come in or out of some recording booths." she pointed at a door with the sign 'do not disturb. recording in progress'

"some of hollywoods hottest celebs come in & record songs for their latest show or movies. in the door behind me is the current 'it' girl of the town."

james & carlos scrambled to get to the door handle. unfortunately they were each pulled back by a set of muscular arms. they looked up to see two buff security guards. logan whimpered at the sight.

"ms v has asked not to be bother at the moment." the bigger guard barked out.

"shall we continue?" kelly questioned again , a slight tone of irritation was present in her tone. they all once again scrambled behind her.

what seemed like a painfully long explanation on every room of the building finally came to a halt as they stood in front of a bunch of people. logan's mind wandered off for the millionth time as they made their into the recording booth.

before they could even say anything a sudden crash came from the occupied room next door. gustavo looked as if he could have murdered somebody right there & then. everyone soon stood in front of the once guarded room.

the dogs all stood with their mouths wide open as the bigger man stumbled to open the door. once it was open , they watched in awe as they came face to face with the so called 'Ms V. logan pushed through the other members & watched as the security guards helped the actress get up off the drums.

he felt his heart beating faster as the girl made eye contact with him. he felt as if it had suddenly become hard to swallow.

after all this time it had to be her ? but why now ?

his thoughts had once again been interrupted by the other boys. "Y/N???" they all exclaimed in unison.

"hi."

she sheepishly smiled at each of them shortly after thanking her guards. she pulled each one into a long hug. once she got to logan she smiled & tilted her head down.

"hi logie."

"hi y/n."

[pansexualkiba]

now that i've listened to every single mashup week megamix track here are my thoughts

[axa-maslow]

part 2 of these random templates with BTR characters :

[charactersmashorpass-2]

"he's counting on my DOGS, bro...? He's not going down without a FIGHT ? He's managing a...BOY...? Band...? KIIIINDA Gay, bro..."

[daisyjoyflower]

[inkameswetrust]

a while ago i think i reblogged a post from @invadericee who said they'd love to see more btr as vines videos saur............... here ya go! sorry it took so long tho, i want you to know i was fully serious abt making this