#i love crim3s so much

[lieslab]

Introducing: N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3

As the leader of a mafia, known as Stray Kids, Bang Chan's most important job is protecting his investments. As the presidential election rolls around in the United States of America, it's nearly the same as every other year. The only difference? One of the presidential candidates has promised that he'll do whatever it takes to get rid of Stray Kids if he's elected. After winning the election and getting put in office, tensions continue to rise between the president and Stray Kids.

Kiera Campbell, daughter of the newly elected president, hates her father. Having to obtain the perfect public image, her life is filled with lies. A grand illusion created by her parents, all she wants is to be free. She'll do anything to attempt to have a normal life. It's a hazy dream that she's been chasing since she was a child. She'll do anything, even if it means putting her life in danger.

Exposed secrets, a fraudulent assassination, pointed fingers, a kidnapping, and a twisted romance between two people who come from incredibly different backgrounds, what's the worst that could go wrong?

The answer is everything and so much more.

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N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3 is a fanfic that is currently on Wattpad and Ao3.

Starring:

Bang Chan: A mafia boss with an incredible amount of parental issues that isn't quite sure how to handle his emotions, so he comes off as cold and emotionless.

Lee Know: An undercover spy/interrogator who knows exactly what to say to manipulate people. (He also makes delicious food that everyone loves.)

Changbin: An ex-military sniper with anger issues that happens to be in a hit-man group. Sometimes he tortures people, but to be fair, they usually deserve it.

Hyunjin: A nepo baby with an art gallery. When he's not painting, he's laundering money, when he's not doing that, he's being dramatic as per usual.

Han: An undercover spy/interrogator with crippling anxiety. It's not easy going undercover when your brain is against you.

Felix: Chan's right hand man who has so much trauma that it's turned him into a mixture of the joker/the mad hatter. He's a sucker for lollipops.

Seungmin: A sarcastic hacker that is so good at his job, he probably knows all your secrets even if you don't know. Email? Social media? Government office page? Just tell him what you want and he'll do it.

I.N: A pyromaniac who accidentally discovered his love for fire one day and never looked back. When he's not creating homemade bombs and blowing shit up, he's putting his fashion degree to good use and designing clothes.

May also contain:

*Changbin and Lee Know with motorcycles (and a police chase)

*Explosions

*High stakes and adrenaline pumping scenes

*Female rage

*Parental issues

*Chan's father as America's most wanted criminal

*Felix playing cupid

*Forbidden love

*A slow burn romance

*The crippling realization that maybe you shouldn't trust any of the characters

*Murder

*Violence

*Screaming, crying, feet-kicking, and giggling scenes (or so I have been told)

And my personal favorite:

No happy ending

[meat-wentz]

meat I know you love indie sleaze and I have a question about it! crystal castles is kinda lumped in with this genre and to me is has an “edgier” appeal (when I listen to it I feel like a vampire) and I was wondering if this had a specific name within the genre. and if I’m being honest I see indie sleaze thrown around for a lot of things (from early lady gaga to skins the tv show) so does it even count with that? if it is do you have any recs for music like cc/ crim3s/sidewalks and skeletons? hehe thank youuu <3

yes!! so one of the issues with the label "indie sleaze" is that it's being retroactively applied to encapsulate an entire era/scene/aesthetic vs. an actual genre. back in the day we just referred to basically any indie label music as "indie" which could span from folk to twee to underground rock to electro to club pop to hip-hop. much of indie sleaze was based in having wide-ranging eclectic tastes and sensibility for the underground, so hopefully that clears up a little bit why the indie sleaze label gets so messy when it comes to defining a sound and look and attitude!

in regards to crystal castles and their sound, they really super stood out as a very dark version of the more electronic fueled projects at the time, which tended to go for more dance-oriented beats, and crystal castles was super influential in having this specific kind of wild chaotic energy but also these dark droning tones and sounds. their genre kind of formed around them and their sound later as we moved into a more dubsteppy era around 2009-2010 and continuing into 2012-late 2013 (at least at the height of the genre from my perspective on the scene) and was given the name "witch house." weirdly, crystal castles have always carried that "indie" genre for me even after the witch house subgenre became popular, i think just because of that early exposure to them in tandem with other artists like justice, ladytron, boys noize, sebastiAn, etc, where they all sort of kind of had that dark thread throughout their music (i def recommend all of them), and i still don't entirely characterize crystal castles as having all the characteristics of witch house, even though they were a huge influence. witch house was easy to identify due to the way their musicians and titles were stylized, lots of v's in place of u's (CHVRN) or used as an inverted A, all caps, usage of crosses like literally everywhere †††. usually marked by a dark droning sound and high pitched or deep gravelly gothy vocals, as well as darker ideas present, song titles like SACRIFICE, RITUAL, BURIAL. it should be noted a bunch of early witch house was also influenced by remixes, so some of the earlier examples of witch house songs are one off remixes of other electronic songs. you can also see the influence of witch house on a lot of later and current artists like purity ring and polica and laura les, etc.

here's some super cool artists to check out that have that same dark, droning sound or whiplash chaotic feeling or both! (a bunch of these are straight from tumblr mixes i downloaded in 2011-2012):

[megatronsmegatitties]

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WOO!!! INTRO TIIIIIIME

Hello there! We are the Timekeeper System!

We collectively go by the name Alex/Forest or you can call us Timekeeper or Time if you want! We go by any pronouns other than she/her (including any neos, so feel free to violently neopronoun us :D) and identify as transmasc and biromantic asexual. We are an OSDD-B1 system (undiagnosed bc we’re minor bodied) of far too many/hj and likely have autism, adhd and the parents think we have dyslexia so mayhaps that too. :D oh yeah and tics (likely Tourettes but we can’t get the diagnosed quite yet)

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The alter you’ll likely be interacting with the most is me I go by Blood Lust (just call me Lust, it’s easier yk) or Moth. I use any pronouns (again including neos so pls use those) I am our current host! I am pansexual, demitomantic and alexigender (genderfluid +more confusion/hj) I’m also polyamorus (why have one bitch when you can have 5? FIVE??? Why have 5 bitches when you can have 9? NINE???/ref) no but seriously, I’m dating 9 people XD I have become that audio XDD

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DISCLAIMERS

•We are queer

•We are a system

•We are very much mentally ill

•We aren’t going to mask for your personal comfort, that’s your problem not mine

•We use xenogenders and neopronouns (shocker I know/sar)

•We are a minor

•I am not going to be nice to anyone who knowingly breaks out DNI

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Please Interact

•One Punch Man fans

•Demon Slayer fans

•Cookie Run Kingdom players (screw devshitters though)

•Cookie Run Ovenbreak players (same as above)

•A Series Of Unfortunate Events Fans (bonus points of you’ve read the books)

•The Batman (2022) fans

•Fresh (2022) fans

•Hazbin Hotel fans (I don’t support the creator, I just like the series)

•helluva Boss fans (still don’t support the creator)

•Doors fans/players

•Danganronpa fans (also don’t support the creator)

•Corpse Party fans (PLEASE INTERACT I LOVE CORPSE PARTY SM BUT THE FANDOM IS SO DEAD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE)

•DDLC fans

•Cooking Companions fans

•Omori fans

•YTTD fans

•HTTYD fans

•Fans of the show ‘Ghosts’

•Fans of the band ‘Ghost’

•Fans of the character ‘Ghost’

•CoD fans (the babygirlification ones)

•Xenogender/neopronoun/xenopronoun users

•Mentally ill people

•The Gays

•Systems

•Pet/Age regressors

•Therians

•furrys

•Cosplayers

•Basically anyone deemed “cringe”

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Thin ice bro

•Non-Endo supporters (you aren’t one but support them, idk how to word it)

•People we know IRL (minus like- 3 people)

•Dislike any media stated in the please interact (if you don’t like it bc of the creators that’s fine though, I completely understand that)

•Christians (nothing personal, religious trauma)

•cishet allosexexual, alloromantic, monogamous allistic people (not trans, heterosexual, non-asexual spectrum, non-aromantic spectum, non polyamorus non-autistic people)

•if you dislike moths, cats, bats, cacti and/or Halloween

•“Cats<dogs”

•MHA fans

•The new ST fans (yk the ones)

•Genshin Impact Fans

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Holy Shit DNI Dude

•Proshitters

•Transphobes, Homophobes, Abelists, Rascists ect.

•Transmeds/TERFs/TWERTs

•Anti xenogenders/neopronouns ect.

• Anti otherkin, age/pet regre, therian ect.

•Anti self-diagnosis

•Fakeclaimers

•Beleive in disorder abuse (narcissistic abuse ect)

•Misuse tone tags

•Pro-Life/Anti-Abortion

•Make fun of Triggers/TWs

•General assholes

• Claim to be a system and are anything other than traumagenic

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More about us (because why not)

Fave music artists/bands:

•Ghost

•Mother Mother

•The Living Tombstone

•Jazmin Bean

•Poppy

•David Bowie

•Night Club

•Rabbit Junk

•Crim3s

•Grimes

•Mitski

•Crawlers

Hyperfixations:

•Doors

•Demon Slayer

•One Punch Man

•CRK

•CROB

•Corpse Party

•Anything related to Horror/True Crime

Frequent fronters

-Lust

-Genos

-Saitama

-Venom

-Darth Maul

-Rusty Venture

-Sergeant Hatred

-Calculester

-The Spot

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[dreaming-legend]

Music Tag Game 🎶

I was tagged by @filmonaut, thank you so much, it’s been a long time since i’ve done this !!!

Rules: Music taste is a very telling thing. Create a new post and name 1-5 your favorite songs in each category. Don't be afraid to be too obvious! Tag users you want to get to know better. Don't forget to have fun! :)

Last songs you listened to:

Jezebel - The Rasmus, The Kill - 30 Secondes to Mars, Faith - The Weeknd

Best songs from your favorite TV show/movie:

Spirit of the season - The Polar Express, I wanna rock - Rock of ages

Favorite songs about love (happy or not):

Wonderland - Taylor Swift, Speak in tongues - machineheart, Favourite soul - Centre Excuse, Moonlit Heart - Trapdoor social (♡♡)

Songs that could be the soundtrack to your life:

Only a shadow - White Reaper, Distorted Light Beam - Bastille, Understand - Mall Grab

Songs that always make you want to dance:

Love has come around - Icarus, Lovejoy - DJ Seinfeld, No more perfume on you - TEENTOP

Songs that always make you want to cry:

Give me strength - Snow Patrol, Army - Ellie Goulding

Songs with the best lyrics:

Take me up - Coleman Hell, Following the sun - SUPER-Hi

Songs you want to listen to when you're alone in the car:

Full moon - The Black Ghosts, Mountain - Folding leaves, Run run run - Junge junge

Songs that bring you back to yourself when your life is a mess:

Cloudbusting - Kate Bush, Love tonight - Shouse, Borderline - Tove Styrke

Favorite instrumental songs:

Where is my mind - Safari Riot, Callin’ - Lush & Simon,

Songs that make you feel like you're invincible and very cool:

Chronicles of a Fallen Love - Bloody Beetroots, Lost - Crim3s, El Tango de Roxanne - José Feliciano + Ewan McGregor

Guilty pleasure songs you're embarrassed to admit that you like:

Brother Louie - Modern Talking, Supalonely - BENEE, 

Songs that can describe your current mood:

Help - IsabelLaRosa, Nightmare - Halsey

If you wanted to be serenaded, the songs you'd prefer:

I want to write you a song - One Direction 

Songs you'd recommend everybody listen to (you can explain why if you want):

After Dark - Mr.Kitty, anything from Bastille, Tarzan Boy - Baltimora, Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking, anything from Tears for Fears, Dreaming Legend - PegaseWhite Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes

i’m tagging @so-na-gi @maishshawkegeshig, @chicken-puff, @v0mitn0ises, @captainfckingmagic and @tokyun ♥

[henryisalesbian]

tagged by @trainpalsforthawin !!! TYSM and im SO FKN SORRY THIS IS LATE ORZ

Rules: make a new post and copy the text from this post and fill out the questions with your answers. Then tag five or more people you want to get to know better. Have fun!!!

1. Favourite colour(s): Dark, cool colors (e.g. black, blues and purples, etc), anything brightly neon against dark colors ; think northern lights or neon signs, do cool gradients count as colors??

2. Currently reading: I actually need to get back reading shit but I do plan to continue Animal Farm by George Orwell :0-)

3. Last song you listened to: IIIIIVE BEEN LISTENING TO A LOT OF WITCH HOUSE. a song that pops into mind is Lost by CRIM3S (Sidewalks and Skeletons Remix). Very good for when you are writing soul crushing angst !!

4. Last thing you watched: Season 18 TTTE or was it like. a Thafnine lets play oh my god my memories shit

5. In school? (fart noise) yeah. I SUPPOSEDLY HAVE LIKE A COUPLE YEARS LEFT TILL I GET TO MOVE TO THE UNI IM MOVING TOO BUT that shitll take a While.

6. Thing you're looking forward to: I ACTUALLY PLAN TO TAKE EITHER A PAINTING CLASS OR A FIGURE DRAWING CLASS and its in the art building i absolutely love and adore . art building 9(?) my beloved <3

7. Thing you're working on right now: ME WHEN ME AND A FRIEND ARE WORKING ON AN ANGST AU FOR TTTE (that i miiiight talk about here soon WHOOP-) along with like. concept art for a rhythm game and a webcomic :0-9

8. Can you cook or bake? YES I DO!!! i havent baked much but i have been cooking up pasta and soup dishes !!

9. Piece of media you'd recommend to anyone: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THAG ALL IS HOLY I AM PUSHING WVERYONE TO READ PERSOPOLIS ITS SO FUCKING GOOD

AGAIN OH MY FOD I AM SO SORRY I GOT TO THIS SHIT LATE ITS BEEN ROTTING IN MY FUCKIN DRAFTS but i tag @canary-birdie and anyone else who wanna do dis lol

[tetsuwhore]

𝐭𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐚 | 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢

Night Club AU! Series: Vol ii.

‘In you, he found a blazing fire that sent adrenaline coursing through his veins, and in you, he found a sense of familiarity that embraced his heart in a comforting warmth.”

Description: your eyes always hold a plethora of emotions - hunger; desperation; ache; lust. but never love. 

Warning: explicit smut - light degradation, unprotected sex, overstimulation, a bit of ‘knife’ play (???), toxic behavior, unhealthy emotional attachments, angst, mentions of alcohol, drug use

Word Count: 3.7k

Song Rec: Breed by Crim3s

back to masterlist?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Terushima Yuuji liked thrill. 

He refused to take anything too seriously, adopting an ideology that consisted of chasing after whatever granted him that adrenaline-induced rush of pleasure - perhaps to the point where it was almost hedonism. And when reprimanded for his carefree attitude, he’d simply laugh and clap the person on the back, proclaiming something along the lines of how he wanted to “live, not survive”. 

It was perhaps also part of the reason why he found himself coming back again. 

It’s loud. Terushima allows himself to revel in the feeling of the thumping bass, the powerful vibrations reverberating through his body and intermingling with the prickling of the tequila-induced buzz. He succumbs to the psychotropic waves clouding his mind, drifting through his head in wispy tendrils that teeter on the edge of feeling almost tangible. 

(He doesn’t remember much about what he took to even reach his current state - at least, nothing beyond the fact that the boy who offered him the capsule was cute and had really soft lips. 

Then again, not like he really gives a flying fuck about much else anyway.)

His eyes flutter open, and he’s greeted with a blurry kaleidoscope of flashing fluorescent green and purple. It’s captivating, but his eyelids feel far too heavy, so he allows them to fall shut again. The movements of his body become second nature - he gives into the techno beat, morphing his form into becoming one with the moving sea of bodies. 

Yes, Terushima Yuuji liked thrill. Still, he was only human. And like every other human, he was a creature of habit - one that felt uncomfortable with change, and sought after the familiarity of things. While the loud atmosphere and substance use that came with rave culture may not have been the most conventional sources of comfort, it was what Terushima always found himself reverting back to. 

He parts his eyes again. This time, he sees you. 

Terushima watches you, angling himself so he can look past the crowd in between and catch a better glimpse of your face, dewy and illuminated by the black light. You’re not there alone - there’s a man behind you, his lips attached to your neck, and a woman in front, gripping your hands to her hips.

And yet, your eyes are fixated on him. 

Time seems to be moving just the slightest bit slower now. Terushima watches as the flashing hues of purple, pink and green slowly fade away, blacking out the mass of dancing bodies. 

Suddenly, his world is an abyss, and all he can see is you. 

You, seductively swaying your hips, meandering your form in slow, fluid movements that remind him of a charmed snake. You, as you return his gaze with equal intensity, a mischievous glint dancing around your eyes and inviting him closer, closer, closer-

He’s abruptly pulled out of his trance when you blink, breaking the connection, before turning away and disappearing into the crowd. 

Time rushes at a dizzying pace now as he pushes through the tight gaps of the packed bodies before him, bronze eyes flicking back and forth as they scour for your familiar form. Terushima remembers the fateful night when he had first caught your eye. He knew then - as he spent the remainder of it in a dark corner, hoisting you up against a wall and fucking you into oblivion - that he was hooked. 

Every time after that was always like this - you walking away, and him chasing after you. 

Still, Terushima finds that he doesn’t quite mind the chase. He doesn’t mind working himself ragged, running with all his being. Not when it’s the sweetness of your lips and the warmth of your arms waiting for him at the finish line. 

So yes, Terushima Yuuji sought after thrill. 

Terushima Yuuji sought after comfort. 

Terushima Yuuji sought after you. 

Because in you, he found a blazing fire that sent adrenaline coursing through his veins, and in you, he found a sense of familiarity that embraced his heart in a comforting warmth.

* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚

He breathes a heavy sigh of relief when he finally finds you in the bathroom at the end of the club hallway. You’re leaning against the sink counter, metal file in hand as you casually swipe it across the tips of your nails. Nudging himself into the dim space, he reaches for the latch, only to find it broken. 

“Want me to find a way to keep this door locked?”

“Leave it,” you reply coolly, “It’s far from the main hall anyway. And if someone does decide to come in, ‘least they’ll get to watch a nice show, hmm?”

Grinning, he pulls the door closed before turning back around and advancing closer to your form. Your head is still tilted away from him, the sharp chafing of the file sounding through the bathroom as you speak. 

“You kept me waiting, Terushima.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, angel,” Terushima murmurs, hands gripping the counter on either side of where you’re standing, “I’ll make it up to you, yeah?” His lips are just barely ghosting over yours, eyes fluttering shut as he inches forward to close the distance between you two.

Then, he feels it. 

Cold metal pressed up against the underside of his chin. It’s sharper than he expects - the pointed end threatens to pierce through his skin, warning him from moving any closer. 

“Not so fast, baby.”

You’re donning a slight smile, with your arm poised up as you lightly press the nail file against his throat, edging him away from your face. “Careful there, sweetheart,” a slow grin forms on his face as he speaks, “You could really hurt me with that.” 

“I could.”

Terushima feels the file drop down ever so slightly. Ah. So that’s what you wanted. 

His grin grows as he steadies himself by gripping the counter before slowly crouching his body down. You’ve got your eyes locked with his in a piercing gaze, your hand slowly moving downward. And yet, the file remains dangerously close to his throat, lightly grazing his skin as he continues his descent. 

He’s kneeling before you now. 

It’s instinctual - the movement of his hands as he brushes them up the outsides of your legs. Rough palms graze the expanse of your skin, inching higher and higher as Terushima reacquaints himself with your softness, with the familiarity of the texture. He’s almost restless by the time he reaches the hem of your skirt, hastily bunching it up over your hips.

But once again, just as he’s inching himself forward, bringing his face closer to the alluring scent of your heat, he’s stopped. Groaning, he pulls back, golden eyes flitting up at you in impatience. “C’mon, baby, lemme taste you.” 

Your hand doesn’t budge. 

“...please? Just wanna take care of you.” 

And you finally, finally pull away, leaving him free to nudge his face up between your thighs. It’s been a whole week, and he would’ve loved to savour the moment, to take his sweet time reveling in the feel of your skin. But he can’t; not with how he’s overloaded with the scent of sin, of your arousal dampening the fabric of your panties. 

Terushima wastes no time looping his fingers into the bands of your underwear before yanking them off, absentmindedly tossing them aside in a forgotten corner. Parting your legs wider, he moves forward, tilting his head up until his lips are directly under your dripping folds.

His ears perk up at the sound of your sharp intake of breath as you await his next move in eager trepidation. It’s satisfying, having you on the waiting end for a change. He can’t help the smug smile on his face as he pokes his tongue out, just barely ghosting it along your labia. 

Then, in one fell sweep, he swipes it along the length of your inner folds, from your leaking slit, all the way up to your throbbing clit. And, oh, it’s so, so gratifying, hearing the soft whines you let out as he trails the slick muscle across every inch of your hot, needy cunt. 

One of your hands has found purchase in his hair, fingers lightly carding through the blond strands. He can vaguely make out murmurs of how it feels ‘so good!’, and how you want ‘more, more, more!’ Oh, he hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet. He would give you more, alright. 

He pulls away briefly, smirking to himself at your petulant whine upon the loss of contact. Terushima taps the hand currently nestled in his hair. “Hold on tight, yeah, babe?” Your brows furrow in confusion, lips parting to question what he intended on doing-

Your words fall flat on the tiled floor, replaced instead, by a sharp whimper. 

Snickering, Terushima flattens out his tongue and repeats the motion, rolling the cold metal ball right against the swollen head of your clit. A sudden clattering on his left interrupts his rhythm, forcing his eyes to the source of said disturbance. His peripheral view catches sight of it - the nail file, fallen free from your shaky hands. 

A rough tug on his scalp pulls his attention back to you, refocusing his efforts on bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His large palms are spayed flat against the outside of your quivering thighs, fingers indenting the thick of your flesh as he presses you up against the edge of the counter.

“Wait, T-Terushima, I- I can’t keep- fuck-”

He braces himself just in time as your legs give way, bringing your weak form down entirely on his broad shoulders. Hearing you whimper at the lack of support, he hushes you, toned arms snaking underneath the back of your thighs to settle you on top of him. 

“Easy, sweetheart. I gotcha.” 

Your breath stutters in surprise when he gets himself back up, with you still perched on his shoulders and forearms, before planting you on top of the counter. Pressing his hands against the back of your knees, he pushes them up until your thighs are pulled as close to your chest as they can go. 

It’s likely uncomfortable for you - having your body pressed up in half, your neck awkwardly angled so you can rest your head against the mirror behind you. And yet, you tuck your arms under the back of your knees to hold your legs in place, teary-eyed and eager as you wait for him to continue his assault on your pussy. 

The shift in power is perfectly evident in how sweetly you whine, and whimper, and beg for him when he moves his face back to your warm cunt, lapping his tongue in heavy strokes. He takes full advantage of the cool piercing adorning the slick muscle, catching it beneath the sensitive hood of your little nub. 

It certainly becomes crystal clear when you hit your climax, moaning out a shrill string of profanities that graduate to whiny pleas of his name when he doesn’t stop. He can’t help chuckling, even with his lips glued to your overstimulated clit, upon hearing your weak cries of how it was ‘t-too much!’, and could he ‘please, p-please, stop, please!’ 

And as he watches the tears stream down your cheeks as you squirm in his hold, bears witness to your descent into a beautiful, frenzied depravity, Terushima knows it’s clear. 

You’re no longer the one in charge.

You’re all limp and boneless in his arms once he eases you back upright, looping your arms around his neck in a weak hold as you press yourself up against his hard chest for support. And you’re so soft, so compliant - it’d be no effort to rile you up, to taunt you and take advantage of your current vulnerability. 

But no, he couldn’t. 

(Terushima liked to tell himself that the whole sadistic dom thing just wasn’t his style. At the very least, it provided some semblance of an excuse to avoid confronting the fact that he just liked being sweet on you. 

And only you.)

Terushima gathers you in his arms with an uncharacteristic tenderness, cupping your cheek to tilt your face up towards him. “Fuck, I missed you, angel. I’m gonna take care of you now, ‘kay?”

He chuckles at the dazed expression worn on your features, lightly brushing his thumb across your trembling lower lip. And then, he connects them with his own. 

He allows himself to get wrapped up in your arms, to inhale the sweetness of your perfume, to tangle his tongue with yours. Terushima allows himself to be enveloped in you. And as he pulls you infinitely closer into his hold, presses his body against every inch of your softness, he thinks it’s almost intimate. 

Almost. 

Because as you muster up more energy, as you recover from the exhaustion of your previous orgasms, you reciprocate his kisses with hard vigour. Your hands, previously looped tight around his neck, now dig almost painfully hard into the fabric covering his back, tugging the cloth so tight that he can hear the sound of ripping threads. The soft saccharine of your touch dissolves, giving way to bitter, bitter desire. 

And when you pull away, hastily yanking his shirt over his head, Terushima catches a glimpse of your eyes. They’re blown wide, and bursting with a plethora of emotions that he attempts to place.

Hunger. Desperation. Ache. Need. Lust.

But not love. 

The intimacy is practically non-existent when you bend forward, urging him to unzip his pants and fuck you over the counter. He can’t see your face as clearly, he can’t kiss your lips, he can’t hold you like he wants to-

But he does it anyway, gripping your hips in a bruising hold and driving forward into your hot cunt in one hard thrust. Because he’ll take it; he’ll take any scrap he can get, just so long as he can spend another moment pressed up against you. 

Terushima snakes his fingers down your front, gathering the slickness smeared across your clit. Holding them up in front of you, he grips your head back by your hair, forcing your face up. 

“Look at how wet you are, baby,” he separates his fingers in a spread V, the fluid strings of your arousal glistening under the light. “Who got you like this, hmm? Who’s got you dripping like a little slut?” the taunts flow out in hisses, partly because of how hard you’re clamping down on his dick, mostly because of the red, hot frustration coursing through his veins. “Was it that man you were prancing around with back there? Or maybe, it was-”

“No, nooo,” you’re practically gurgling on your words from the recklessness of his movements, “It’s y-you, it’s you, i-it’s you, Teru-”

A dark laugh bubbles past his lips as he rolls his lips in another punishing thrust, “None of that, baby. It’s Yuuji.” 

“I-It’s because of you, Y-Yuuji! All, ah- all because of- of you..”

“That’s right. All because of me. Because you’re, uh- you’re mine, aren’t you?” he makes sure to punctuate every next word with a particularly hard thrust, “All. Fucking. M-Mine.” 

(His. His. His.)

And you’re slobbering over your words, spewing out some sort of garbled nonsense that can hardly even be considered speech. But it’s okay. It doesn’t matter now, not when you’re both so close to your highs. His fingers return down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles in tandem with the feverish jerks of his hips. 

Terushima yanks your head back up again, lips pressed hard against your neck as he mouths kisses and nips along your skin. Yellow eyes glisten as they burn into your expression in the mirror, reserving it into his permanent memory. The dark pupils follow every contortion of your features, every scrunch of the skin around your tightly shut eyes, every tremble of your lips as they fall open to paint the silent bathroom vibrant with your frenetic moans. 

Terushima decides, then, that this is how you look prettiest. Even slathered in sweat, and even under the harsh, white bathroom light - you’re beautiful. You’re beautiful when you’re held in his arms, you’re beautiful when you’re falling apart under his touch, you’re beautiful when you’re stuffed full of his cock. 

You’re beautiful when he can, even if just for a second, pretend you’re his. 

* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚

He’s hunched over, arms pulled around himself as he attempts to placate his staggering breaths. You’re in a similar condition, gripping the edge of the counter in a tight hold to stabilize yourself. 

“Fuck, Terushima-” he looks up at your sharp tone, willing away the quiet hurt that resurfaces upon hearing you revert back to his family name, “You came inside! I’m gonna have to go clean up, and-” 

It’s not long before he’s back on his knees again, having coaxed you into letting him ‘clean’ you up himself. 

Terushima resigns himself to lazier strokes this time, squirming his tongue past your slit and curling it along your quivering inner walls. He licks out every bit of you, angling his head closer so he can scoop out every drop of your essence mixed with his cum. 

He can feel the light tremors of your movements as you sigh, allowing your head to loll back as your fingers thread across his scalp. There’s no frenzied jerking, no desperate jutting of your hips into his face. Instead, it’s replaced by a full bodied tremble that crawls down every inch of your skin as you near your high. 

But, wait, wait-

What is he-

You tilt your head back down to eye him in curiosity. The movements of his slick muscle - previously lazy and languid, with no particular direction - now seem almost… methodical. What is he doing with his tongue?

And then, as you concentrate hard on figuring it out, realization dawns on you. Is he- Oh, god, is he-

“Are you-” your eyes fall wide in disbelief, “Are you spelling out your name?”

The playful look in his eyes is answer enough. But before you can press any further, right when he gets to the very last letter, you’re coming undone, head instinctively falling back as you release a final whimper of his name. 

* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚

“So, again next week?”

You’re in front of the mirror, hands busy redoing your smeared makeup and smoothening your mussed hair. You freeze at his words, temporarily shifting your focus away from your dishevelled appearance to look back at where he’s sitting, leaned up against the wall.

“Uh, I- I don’t think so, Terushima.” The look you send him is laced with guilt and discomfort. “Read between the lines,” it practically pleads with him, “and don’t make me have to spell it out for you.” 

Terushima picks up on your discomfort, on your hesitance, on the finality of your words. He isn’t stupid. What he is though, is petty. 

“Oh?” he asks in mock ignorance, “The week after, then?” 

“Terushima…” your voice trails off as you bite your lip, eyes flitting back and forth between him and the floor. He clenches his palms into fists as he speaks. 

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” 

You flinch at the venom in his tone, nervously eyeing his fuming state. “Yeah, um, I’m seeing someone.” You straighten yourself out, voice relatively unwavering as you attempt to remain calm. “I think it might be serious this time. And they- they want to become exclusive now. So, uh- we can’t… We need to stop, Terushima.”

He’s completely sobered up. There’s no alcohol, no substance clouding his mind. He registers every word, every sentence falling from your lips with a painful consciousness. 

It gives rise to red, hot anger, as he shoots you an accusatory glare. “So you were using me then? You knew, you knew how I- how I felt and you-”

“H-Hey, that’s not fair-” 

“You were using me as your fucking side piece!” Terushima almost regrets the harshness of his words when he sees the tinge of hurt flash across your face, but the frustration and jealousy overtake his guilt. “You knew, you knew, you fucking knew!” 

(Knew that all he had ever wanted was for you to be his. 

He leaves the words unspoken. He can’t bring himself to say it out loud, can’t breathe tangibility into the thought, because god fucking damn, another ounce of vulnerability would kill him.)

“Okay, okay, Terushima, I-” you edge closer to the door, speaking quietly in an attempt to placate him, “I’m going to leave now.” 

“No! Wait-” He sits up from the floor, eyes welling up in tears and frustration as he watches you go still at the doorway. Terushima attempts to finish his sentence, to put out his thoughts, his one final request. But, he can’t- fuck, he can’t- He pushes himself, forcing the words out from within him, but they remain painfully lodged in his throat, and- and fuck, he’s choking, and-

“Terushima?” 

Your voice pulls him out of his stupor. They come out hoarse and heavy, but Terushima manages to string the words together, “J-Just say it! That you’re mine… Just o-once, please, please…” 

(His. His. His.)

Your voice comes out in barely a whisper, “Terushima, you know I-”

“Lie to me then! Just as o-one final kindness, please…”  

And you look at him, sitting down on the dirty tiles, tears trailing down his cheeks. That look unsettles him. It’s not harsh enough to be disgust, no, your expression bears no malice. And yet, it’s not invested enough to be concern. 

Pity. It’s pity. 

“I’m sorry, Terushima, but doing that would be beyond cruel.” 

The sobs rain heavy and free once he hears the door click shut. It’s not long before the fatigue and exhaustion weigh down on him, and soon, even sitting up takes too much effort. Terushima lowers himself down until he can feel the cool tile against his cheek. The bathroom floor is disgusting, caked with filth and grime. It smells. He’s too tired to care. 

And then, just as he’s about to close his eyes, to allow himself some reprieve in the abyss of sleep, his peripheral catches it.

Your nail file, laying abandoned a few inches away from him. 

He’s not sure why, but it makes him cry harder.

[surumarssi]

It’s been a long time since I made Future from Sayer Podcast another playlist.

Annotations under the cut. I will make a youtube version if someone asks.

The Silicone Veil - Susanne Sundfør

I'm a larva wrapped in silk; I am dying in burning flesh Let me out, let me ache Let me out, let me ache and itch

-

I carry their caskets, I sing them good night They're better off without me

Stay Ugly - Crim3s

I'll watch you fade away Won't think of you as gone Forever in a dream, you'll never be alone I'll watch you fade away Won't think of you as gone Forever falls away and now you're lost in memory Stay ugly, stay ugly, stay ugly for me

-

Together in a nightmare, we're always alone I'll watch you breathe the day Through sadness live on Together stays forever and believes in sympathy

Running Up That Hill - Chromatics

You don't want to hurt me But see how deep the bullet lies Unaware I'm tearing you asunder Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts Is there so much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

Beta Beast - Machine Girl

Sound like a freak on a leash (All of humanity) A dog with sharper teeth (All of humanity) I bite through it (All of humanity) The free will to lose it (Fuck all humanity x8)

-

Pick your poison lots of poison pray to god it ends your torment

If Life Is A Gift, It’s In Very Poor Taste - Street Sects

I gave all I had to a fantasy Now my only desire is to quiet my mind My future will never appeal to anyone When I'm alone in my chair I swear Never again Will I trust anyone

Cop Car - Mitski

I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog I want to jump into blue water And I miss riding horses, I miss running fast I miss riding horses, I miss running fast I was meant for running fast I pretended you were mine, it made me calm, babe

Coul as a Ghoul - The Voidz

The House Is Alive and The House Is Hungry - The Paper Chase

I love you, do you love me? Let's set our hair on fire Let's twist our bodies down over coals Let's give them something they can't ignore I love you, do you love me? Let's set our house on fire Let's cast a mirror right back at fear Let's show this world we were here

Vena Cava - Angelspit

You look very beautiful (beautiful) Deranged, debauched, denude on that stainless steel cot Enter Herr surgeon Take up the Bowie knife and play join the dots

Atoth a Go!! Go!! - Machine Girl

Teardrop - Massive Attack

Animal Rites - John Congleton and the Nighty Nite

And this is a plan for full dressed mayhem An unquiet mind, biology kicks virtue's ass every time I am a bad man What I want is release and you can give that to me Go on and call the police, I am happy and good But goodness you all have to look out for me, that's right

Violent Games - POLIÇA

Confessions of a Blackheart - Genitorturers

I'm strange but I'm sane Won't play their game

Scroll of Sorrow - Machine Girl

My ugliness is not my fault I know God just made me wrong Bang my head against the wall I hate myself the more you talk

-

Is it all just smoke and mirrors? Am I a victim of your theatre? Retribution for your bliss I consumed it all just like a tick You're me improved, it makes me sick You turned my heart into a fist You need to know how I have felt I'll drag you down with me to hell

Wreak Havoc - Angelspit

I am beyond god, I am human I am the razor blade on the Communion tray I am a freak in control, not a control freak I am the sheep that got away I am burning but never consumed Determined with nothing to lose I am who I am, who I am, who I am Who am I?

Грустная Сука - IC3PEAK

я никогда не точила клыки // I never sharpened my fangs

я сразу была рождена острозубой // I’ve been sharp-toothed since I was born

грустная сука, грустная сука // Sad bitch, sad bitch

да, это мой осознанный // Yeah, it’s my conscious choice

-

здесь мне никто не хозяин // Nobody owns me here

лакшари лайф - не мой стайл // Luxury life’s not my style

я люблю грязь - это мой кайф // I love dirt, it’s my bliss

улыбаюсь только кусая // I only smile when I bite

Splatter! - Machine Girl

I'll rot and fuck up my life But I thrive inside the terror I am a wasted universe I am not a lost cause, watch me-

[unturnedtomb]

Tagged by @ethereal-vessel thank you so so much!

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people. No skipping!

1. glass coffin - sidewalks and skeletons

2. illest alive - clams casino

3. ten thousand feet - I see stars

4. still goin - crim3s

5. clouds - pastel ghost

6. thelema - øfdream

7. subterfuge - cvrl

8. butcher hook - the hadrian brothers

9. not in love - crystal castles ft. the cure

10. fractional - tess

I tag ... @dancing-at-the-funeralparty @hexafu @tricksortreats58 @mydeartragedy @lacarnuminflamaarae @traumatologyy @monstre-fou @escapefromthenothing @devillore @larzly

[poopingparties]

defiance.

an angrier take on one of my playlists, nasty plot. a blend of doom, gloom, and wilder noises. (46 songs // 3 hrs. 19 mins.)

rechargeable - snapped ankles | monument - street fever | the death & resurrection show - killing joke | came back haunted - nine inch nails | blood // water - grandson | milita - crim3s | STONEFIST - HEALTH | roller mobster - carpenter brut | for i am cursed - youth code | no dice - blanck mass | FEEL NOTHING - HEALTH | kill room - delta heavy | transcending dualities - thou | SLAVES OF FEAR - ARENA WAR REMIX - HEALTH | leprosy - white ring | take me to hell - SWARM | transmission - pharmakon | body & blood - clipping. | habit - uniform | eeny meeny miny moe - injury reserve | A B Y S S - 1788-L feat. TYNAN | veins - godflesh | mind-thief - melt-banana | somewhere in the evening - planning for burial | new dark ages - godflesh | full regalia - cherubs | the war - angels & airwaves | words (of the dying) - controlled bleeding | SPRTZLM - pessimist | requiem - killing joke | paraiste - godflesh | BBB - how to destroy angels | love is a parasite - blanck mass | kill v. maim - grimes | LIVID - REZZ | crawling on bruised knees - pharmakon | shield for your eyes, a beast in the well on your hand - melt-banana | rapture - killing joke | nothing personal - night riots | drink and glide - snapped ankles | blood - whipped cream | HARD TO BE A GOD - HEALTH feat. NOLIFE

hello, hello! it’s been a long while, but i am pleased to be back in the groove and deliver more cool playlists and more tunes to your ears. will be uploading more playlists throughout the week, and this one here is one of my personal favorites. it always surprises everyone just how much music i listen to hahah

feedback is always appreciated! i’m still trying to figure out the best system for sharing these playlists with y’all so anything helps <3 

[www-smg-com]

I think I might be absolutely insane and a stalker who us abssesed with people like finding pictures of their family and cropping it to see them I think I might be insane about how much I obsess over somebody like this shit is some cringey anime to hurt people so badly and just be the only person in their life I feel so violent and I hate to be like this because it scared people it scares people it's unhealthy but do people like this until I become so fare like this do they crave this? I just feel so violent and I need to protect them from the world I feel like in going to lose it at the thought of them having someone else love you. Fucking HELL he likes women WHY AM I LIKE THIS I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY OF HIS SOCIAL MEDIA'S AND 2ITH GURLS I FEEL LIKE I SCARE THEM AND WITH MEN I DON'T FEEL WORTHY AND I JUST WANT AFFEVTION BUT I DOTN WANT TO HURT YOU I DON'T WANT TO PLEASE DO JSUT LIVE YOU SO MUCH I'M OBCESSED WITH YOU I COULD TALK ON HOURS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU I WANT YOU FOR YEARS NOT JYST A WEEK A DAY A MONTH I WNAT TO GET MARRIED TO YOU I WANT YOU PLEASE HEAR ME I LOVE U I FEAR NYSELF I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME ANYMORE I FEEL SO VIOLENT I WAMT TO HURT AMYONE WHO LOOKS AT YOU TOO LONG WHO IS JYSGEMENTAL I WANT TO PROTECT YOU BUT BE PROTECTED BECAUSE I'M SO WEAK PLEASE I AM A TTHE LOVE EVERYONE HAS I WANT BETTER I'M SO GREEDY IK SO SELFISH I WANT YOU I NEVER WANT YOU TO LEAVE IF I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I JUST SWUTCH SO FAST MY EMOTIONS ARE A TRAIN WRECK I'M SCARED HUT I LIVE YOU AND I WANT YOU TO LIVE ME BACK BUT I'M SOME UGLY FAT GIRL WHO THINSK SHE SABBOY I JUST HATE IT SO MUCH I HAT HOW I FEEL SO ANGRY AND GET SO JELOUS I'M SO ANGRY AND OBSSED I WANT TO EAT YOU I WANT YOU GUYS SPILLUNG OUT OBLY FOR ME I DON'T WANT TO BE CRINGEY I JUST LIVE YOU I WANT YOU TO BE KINE FOREVER I WMAT YOU TO DIE FIRST SO YOU DON'T NEED TO FRIED OVER ME I LIVE YOU BE MINE I HAVETE IT I JUST.

Spotify is so relaxing.

[celestica-1988]

CRYSTAL CASTLES - INTIMATE (CRIM3S REMIX)

I love this remix soo much <3 It’s so dreamy and ipnotic, with soft and gentle touchs. It makes me feel like im walking in the space

[longstoryshortikilledhim]

A-Z

Tagged by @jemin-guay -- thank you so much!

A - Age: 25

B - Birthplace: Budapest, Hungary

C - Current Time: 16:46

D - Drink You Last Had: mint tea

E - Easiest Person To Talk To: @kyloren-generalhux-trash who is my mumfriend

F - Favourite Song: ‘Stay Ugly’ by CRIM3S is certainly up there, and it also explains the mystery of the icon I use everywhere

G - Grossest Memory: never pee in the bushes, kids

H - Horror Yes or Horror No: I love horror but I’m a coward. so usually I end up watching something super light and than I can’t sleep

I - In Love?: I have a crush on a missed connection and I’m In Pain

J - Jealous of People?: never jealous, always envious

K - Killed Someone?: I have nightmares when I do and I always wake up terrified

L - Love At First Sight Or Should I Walk By Again: I won’t notice that you’re flirting with me unless you hold up a sign saying “I’m flirting with you”

M - Middle Name: Eszter

N - Number of Siblings: 5 in total

O - One Wish: not having a nuclear apocalypse would be nice, please and thank you

P - Person You Called Last: I only call you when it’s half past five

Q - Question You Are Always Asked: “can you understand Shakespeare though?” immediately after it’s revealed that I’m an English major. the answer is “yes, it’s early modern English, everybody at my university is expected to work with texts dating back the old English period, that’s kinda what we do” and my voice jumps an octave by the end.

R - Reason to Smile: outer space is very cool

S - Song You Sang Last: Dresden Dolls’ The Kill, the “I’ve fought the British and I won” part which is kinda my exam anthem

T - Time You Woke Up: 7:00

U - Underwear Colour: teal

V - Vacation Destination: Scandinavia - no, Ireland - no, the USA - no, wait, India--

W - Worst Habit: overthinking

X - X-rays: ‘The Man With the X-Ray Eyes’ is my happy song. It’s not particulary happy but it makes me happy?

Y - Your favourite food: Ikea salmon wraps

Z - Zodiac Sign: aquarius

Please do consider yourself tagged if you feel like doing this!

[crypt-addict]

EXCLUSIVE: Review of the ‘Demonstration (I)’ EP by CHURCHGATE.

**This is a direct copy of last weeks review of the pre-single in support of this EP - along with the addition of the reviews of the 3 new tracks; in order to review the Extended Play in full. Just to clear up any confusion caused**

Wow? Who would have thought the day would come where i…an unimportant reviewer in the depths of tumblrs’ half-arsed pastel, goth and alternative dungeons would have the chance to exclusively preview and review such a spectacular release?! I have tried my hand at reviewing many mainstream albums before, with pretty hit and miss responses; but i assure you - this is one review you definitely need to read through and listen to the end product, because by GOD you need CHURCHGATE in your life, like NOW.

The duo, consisting of Murdo and Jessie, is arguably, one of the best independent queer and alternative/dark synth bands to come out of 2017 so far, and in my opinion, the best. Raining from two very different corners of the country, with a 100 mile journey between them - this is one of the best musical outcomes of a long distance friendship i have seen, in my good decade of observing the DIY and alternative scenes. Mixing earworm guitar and synth leads, with haunting ghostly and scream-like vocals - which seep into your bones and out of your every nerve - shivering your senses and leaving you hungry to press the repeat button, like a hit of the best drug you have encountered; CHURCHGATE are definitely a force to be reckoned with. Don’t sleep on this release, because these guys are going to be big, sooner than you might think! Without any further ado, lets get into the track by track review:

–TRACK BY TRACK REVIEW–

WEEPING SONG: Beginning with sharp, and harsh guitar strikes, with a catchy but off-putting (in the best kind of way) synth structure soon jumping in, pulsating and enrapturing you like a siren of the post-goth era, Weeping Song is the début single everybody wishes they could put together. Reminiscent of some fucked up, euphoric musical smoothie, consisting of Alice Deejay’s ‘Better Off Alone’ and CRIM3S’ ‘BREED’ - with a pinch of Cocteau Twins; CHURCHGATE have clearly redefined the dark electro genre as we know it.

No ounce of emotion is spared as you focus onto each personal and relatable lyric, from “broken bone, forgotten home” to “still holding hands, we are the weeping” - it’s obvious just how much this song hits home, for me at least. I don’t know about anyone else but what captivates me with music is being able to have a sense of relation with the artist who wrote the lyrics, and with such a powerful tone its clear to see how much effort went into not just the complexity of the lyrics, but the instrumental- which in itself has countless layers of instruments, further drawing out emotion.

I don’t quite know how to say it in words, without sounding like a psycho - but music really does sometimes have the ultimate power to make you ‘feel’ sadness but also strength, the strength of ‘keeping-on-keeping-on’ and regardless of what shit life throws at you, carrying on with some façade of happiness, which eventually turns into true overcoming of sadness, and a real sense of happiness after all. Few songs manage to draw it out, but those that do leave a lasting memory on your heart and in your head. CHURCHGATE managed to reach that flag-post in their first track; something many bands can’t achieve til their final years together, or never at all.

My favourite thing about the lyrics is that they are relatable ina  sense that, each verse could be taken with a variety of definitions. For example, my stand out lyric is perhaps one of the verses which could most definitely be interpreted into many different scenario’s - “pierce the night, with our light // held you down, without a fight���. For me the line suggests that whomever the song’s point of view is about, has overcame some trouble, and the light is suggestive of the dark times being over, but the struggle was hard, given that whatever held them back was so easy to give in to. With genre’s constantly moving on in terms of musicality and vocal techniques; it is a constant struggle to have your own sense of uniqueness within the community - but this track has no trouble finding its own benchmark within a variety of genre’s - and for that reason alone, is why i find myself so hexed whilst listening to it.

Musically, the song has a few key ‘changes’ in structure - around the half way point, the guitars become more prominent for a while, before becoming engulfed, but not overshadowed by the synths once more. A synth breakdown follows, where more layers gradually gravitate over the main melody until the bridge - where the guitars become highlighted once more. Leaving no stone unturned, the outro within itself, manages to give you one last shiver - refraining the synth melody that kicked in initially after the intro by itself, before submitting itself into a sea of white noise glory. I cannot do anything but recommend this track to anybody - regardless of their strict genre rules or tastes in music, i have all hope and trust that this track will go far. I’m calling it right now! And for that, this track deserves no less than a 10/10.

BELLS RING: Channeling a twisted take on the original dream pop track, originally by Mazzy Star - this cover is sickeningly sweet, in the strangest of ways. With Murdo’s aggressive, almost demonic mumbling of the lyrics, eerily distorted synth accompanies and Jessie channelling 80′s rock with his guitar leads - this is nothing short of a dark synth-wave take on a once serenading track.

Lines such as “Bells ring into the night, Sounds like a mistress on a rainy night” have a more mellow mumble, whereas the chorus; bearing lyrics such as “Nobody wants to know your reason why” resonate a creepier, more mischievous tone. All the while between the glorious guitar, short bursts of clashing synths give a sense of uneasiness, followed by a warm nostalgic feeling once more.

All in all, this cover is a gem amongst many covers of the song a quick YouTube search can find you. And in comparison to other artists who may decide to play it safe when using a cover as a b-side, CHURCHGATE went far, far, FAR from the ‘norm’ partially by choosing such a track that was little known to begin with, and also by conjuring up such a daring, whimsical and unique take on the track - vocals in particular. 9.7/10

PURE: Portraying a guitar lead reminiscent of oldschool college punk and rock works, pure is one of the softest and most mellow tracks on the EP - or so you thought...As the drums and synths drop into full on anarchy not long after the relaxing almost introduction.

Lyrics such as “I’m pure for you” and “The end has never been quite so sweet” cannot help but trigger a sense of abandonment of a relationship, with the one side feeling so much emotion for the other, whom has nothing quite left to give. Pure is to me, a great representation of not feeling good enough for somebody - and paired with the wholesome instrumental track makes for a lowkey banger if i’ve ever heard one! 8.9/10

FLORAL INTERLUDE: The perfect pairing of uneasy synth randomness and beautiful guitar riffs has the outcome of floral interlude. The shortest track on the album, and serving as a sickly sweet intro of sorts to the next track, i have never been so in love with an interlude in my life! I usually have the opinion that they’re pointless little half-afterthoughts to an album, but as of late, i really do believe they can add a lot to the theming and atmosphere of a release. In this case; that is ESPECIALLY the case!

It kinda reminds me of an old classic, yet i can’t put my finger on anything in my mind. It feels so nostalgic to my childhood, but i have no idea why or what to reference it to and i’m unsure whether to be creeped out or amazed by that - so i’m just gonna go ahead and say i’m shook instead!

Lyrically, the track is quite dark and beautiful - referring to being sprawled across a bed of dying leaves and’fleurs’ spouting from one eyes. The lyrics spread across your ears like jam but in the thought of them, after listening twice or three times, that’s kinda a scary thing to happen to someone?! Eitherway i’m so impressed with this interlude, and will scream from the rooftops of its greatness as i bask in this prickly rose garden it layed out before me; or should i say it encouraged to grow out my iris’ hahah. 9.9/10

PRECIOUS THING: Well, where do i start? We learnt from Bells Ring that CHURCHGATE don’t do conventional and fitting in when it comes to covering iconic tracks! In this instance they put their own spin on possibly one of the best punk rock/glam anthems to come out of the 80′s.

Keeping the guitars relatively similar, but possibly harsher - it is the vocals that completely suck you into this cover. Insturmentally, the track seems to be like a mashup of the original ‘precious things’ with the total cliché of american dream aesthetics and sounds, whereas Murdo’s vocals seem to malform into a gorgeously creepy, double-angst-raged embodiment of Joan Jett, screaming out the obviously sexual intended lyrics - such as “I will hold you down” and “You are my precious thing, as long as you remain beneath me”.

I didnt really know if 80′s punk could ever be topped, and i say this with no disrespect to the greats who coined the genre - BUT FUCK, CHURCHGATE REALLY CAN DOMINATE ANY GENRE AND TURN IT INTO A GOTH ROCK, SYNTH GLAZED, WITCH HOUSE, TRAP DOUBLE-DIPPED EXTRAVAGANZA! If you don’t enjoy this track are you really as punk as you think? 9.4/10

*TOTAL RATING: 9.9/10*

Overall, i see big things happening for these guys. They definitely have their heads screwed on, and their ideas mounted together in order to define themselves within the already diverse musical playing field. With a benign exterior, and an interior almost like being hit in the face with a candy-covered machete; i genuinely have nothing bad to say about this release! Now please excuse me whilst i drown in my tears at how emotional i feel after listening on repeat for days, hahah.

Always remember to support the artist! - you can get your very own copy of Demonstration (I) via churchgates’ bandcamp page ❤