#i'm trying to make sense with these tags since it's so awesome to see key moments from the Introduction and Chapter 1; ugh my heart. 🥰

[lacunafiction]

I’m obsessed with all of these! The Fernweh Diner scene has me like: 😳🥰. 

I did go ahead and sketched the scenes from prologue and chapter 1 from TFS by @lacunafiction. Specifically the introductory scene. This was a fun warm-up I can't wait to do more of! (づ￣ 3￣)づ

High-res available here.

[luveline]

helloo! I love your blog and your writing and was just wondering if you have any advice for becoming a fanfiction writer here on tumblr? I posted my first fic to my main blog, a steve harrington x reader blurb, and thought it was nicely written, but I am disappointed because it hasn't gotten any notes. maybe it just hasn't gotten around to many people yet, or it wasn't as nicely written as I thought! I would appreciate a little advice from you since I admire your writing so much. sorry for the long ask, and of course, you don't have to respond! have a lovely day!

Well I think as soon as you write a fanfic that makes you a fanfic writer so if you're worried about not qualifying or something I personally believe that the act of making something is what makes you awesome and not your engagement, but I'm really sorry to hear it didn't get any notes and that you were disappointed by that, I'm sure it was extremely disheartening to work on something and have it not teach the people you thought it would!

I would first say that please don't become discouraged, it took me nearly two years of posting to get to his point where I have this audience thhough I don't want to make out its only now because I've been super fortunate, it did take about nine or ten months of I think quite consistent posting for my blog to reach I think it was 5k followers, so for me it was definitely like a dedicated act if that makes any sense? So basically what I'm trying to share is that I don't think it's a matter of your work not being nicely written, I'm sure it was amazing! But if you're posting to tags with no followers you don't have the initial boost, and that's not a reflection of the quality of your work!! And also, if your blog is new, it could potentially be hidden from the tags, and also I think that's key too to utilise the tags as well as you can to make sure people are seeing if you haven't done so already !!

[missroserose]

Soft Asks: 1 & 6 & 8 & 12 (I'm greedy for softness today.)

  YES PLEASE BE GREEDY.  I wasn’t kidding, this is a rough week all around, so let’s get soft. <3

1.) what song makes you feel better?

Honestly, it depends.  For instance, when I’m feeling bad in the sense that I’m facing down a huge and intimidating task, I usually go for something upbeat and major key—like Walk the Moon’s Shut Up and Dance, or Janelle Monae’s The Way You Make Me Feel, or Amtrac’s Never Lost.  If I’m having one of those days where I have things to do but it’s feeling like I’m having to push through syrup to get anywhere, I tend toward something similarly driving but more minor/suspended chords—Meg Myers’ cover of Running Up That Hill has been on my playlist a lot lately, as has In This Moment’s Roots and K. Flay’s Blood In The Cut.  And if I’m just in that place where everything is A Lot and there’s not much I can do about it, I’ll usually go for slower synth-y stuff—Björk’s Possibly Maybe is a perennial favorite, though I’ve lately been listening to Slowdive’s Sugar for the Pill and The Stone Roses’ I Wanna Be Adored.  And, of course, just about anything by Cigarettes After Sex.

(I, uh, hope you know me well enough by now to know that if you ask me to name a song you’re going to get at least nine options, with links XD)

6.) say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

Ooo!  I think self-appreciation is highly underrated so I’m glad to get this question.  Let’s see...Physical:

1.)  I love the various customizations I’ve made to my body—short colorful hair, large arty tattoos, multiple piercings.  Almost all of them have made me feel more me in a way that’s evanescent but insistent.

2.)  I’m not gonna beat around the bush—I freaking love my arms.  Ever since I started lifting a couple of years ago I’ve been completely surprised (and pleased!) at how much I’ve enjoyed watching my biceps slowly grow.  Being able to hoist heavy things is awesome too, but...I admit it, I totally flex in the mirror sometimes.  (I’ve caught myself doing it on Zoom calls too, haha.)  I have a rose tattoo on one arm and I adore how it accents the shape of the muscles.

3.)  I like my general body shape.  Large hip structure runs in my family (my mother calls them the Rose hips), and while that means I would likely never have made it as a ballerina or gymnast past puberty, I’m not at all sad I ended up with an hourglass shape.  (Though it does make finding jeans that fit in both the hips and waist a bit of a trick...I’ve had good experiences with Fran Denim, which definitely was not inspired at all by their marketing prominently featuring generously proportioned women with tattoos riding motorcycles...ahem.)

As for the non-physical...

1.) I feel like I have a pretty good left-brain/right-brain balance (though, point of note, the popular conception of “left brain = logic and right brain = creativity” is actually pretty bullshit).  I love that I can think creatively and also analytically—there are times when both are needed.  I think it’s part of why I’ve made such a good massage therapist—I enjoy the squishier social-interaction heal-the-world side of the business, but I’m also good at the hard-nosed business and boundary-setting and hustling-for-clients part that a lot of people in the industry have trouble with.

2.)  I really love my writing.  I’m not trying to brag, just...you know those memes about “I am looking for very specific fic content, and if I cannot find it, I will create it?”  Yeah, that’s me.  I don’t often read back over my stories but when I do (even when it’s something I’m not proud of and I expect to cringe) I often end up surprised at how much I enjoy it.

3.)  I love my ability to perform.  I was talking with @harringroveheart about how I read some of my smut aloud (by request, with warnings) at a salon last night, and they were all “are you genetically incapable of being embarrassed??” and I had to think back to all the times that I read aloud to my mother who’d correct my pronunciation on every third word, or sang karaoke at a bar only to be met with complete indifference, or taught yoga to three people who refused to make eye contact and immediately bounced the moment class was over...so no, I’m very capable of being embarrassed, and in fact it’s been a struggle to get to where I am now.  But man, learning to give fewer fucks has been incredibly freeing—and when you keep trying, every once in a while you hit that home run of a performance that connects with the entire audience and stays with you long after the embarrassing memories fade.

8.) tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.

So many someones!  @blahblahblahcollapse is a great beta reader and writing cheerleader.  @introvertia often surprises me with her insight and delights me with her kindness.  @trashcangimmick is the kind of chill and comforting dude everyone should have in their lives, and often gives excellent writing advice to boot (even when he’s laughing at my perfectionism).  @skybound2 gives great music recommendations and nerds out with me over immortal relationships.  @twobrokenwyngs listens patiently when I need to vent, and patiently listens to my advice when she needs to vent.  @neonelectriclady sends me pictures of delicious-looking bread and awesome Star Trek memes and talks to me about cloud butts.  @thisisnotmolchanka is the best metamour, creative and clever and ambitious and genuinely kind in a way you rarely see all together at once in one person.  There are tons more I could name, but this post is already getting long...

12.) how are you?

I think I’m just gonna link xkcd for this one.

In truth, I’m...more or less okay.  Being unemployed is turning out to be something of a mixed bag this week—like, on the one hand, I can sleep in until 10 and be a lump on the couch in my PJs all day, but on the other hand...I can sleep in until 10 and be a lump on the couch in my PJs all day.  Luckily I’m hosting writing group this afternoon, so that’ll be a good distraction, as well as at least requiring me to get dressed.  (Not that anyone would really bat an eye if I booted up Zoom and was still in my bathrobe, but, y’know.)

let’s get soft together!

[motleyfuckingcruee]

Rocket Queen

0.5: Ms. Doctor

Henley's P.O.V

I'm completely out of breath by the time we arrive at Duff's apartment. We ran all the way from Sasha's to this dingy looking apartment complex. He said it wasn't that far from the bar, but I soon learned that was bullshit. It felt like we ran for a hundred miles.

"You said it wasn't that far," I breathe out.

He leans back against the door of his apartment. He shrugs. "I guess it didn't feel as long since I wasn't being chased when I walked down there."

Duff turns around to unlock the apartment door. My eyes widen as I see blood running down the side of his face.

"Duff!" I yell.

He jumps, dropping the keys. "What?" He asks, looking around frantically.

"You're bleeding!"

Duff laughs. "You really scared the shit out of me for that?" He bends down, grabbing the keys from the ground.

"You're bleeding a lot! Don't act like it's a little scratch you got by bumping your head," I say, walking over to him.

I try to look at the wound, but when I reached him he had already opened the door and was walking into the apartment. I follow him inside, taking in my surroundings. The living room was pretty bare. A nearly falling apart sofa sits on the wall. Beside it is a small record player sitting on a table. Laying by the table are stacks and stacks of records. I smile when I spot Shout At The Devil on the top of one stack. A bass sits in the corner of the room. Duff walks into the kitchen, leaving me in the living room all alone. I follow him into the kitchen, watching as he takes a beer from the fridge and nearly downs it with gulp.

"Duff, please let me look at your head," I nearly beg.

He looks surprised at my concern. Why wouldn't I be concerned? He could've gotten his ass beaten for me. I feel horrible that he got hurt because I couldn't shut my mouth.

He sighs. "Alright." He walks past me, leading me somewhere.

He walks into a small room. He turns on the light, making me realize that it's a bathroom. I walk into it with him, looking around for something to stand on. There's no way I'll be able to look at his wound very well with him being so tall. I sigh, deciding on jumping on the counter. I settle onto the counter. I grab Duff's arm, making him stand in between my legs.

I ignore how close our faces are. I can feel Duff's breath fan on my cheek. My heart speeds up as he rests a hand on my hip. I can safely say I've never felt this way with a guy before. I shake my head, moving Duff's hair out of the way. I can't be thinking that way about a guy I just met.

I wince just looking at the cut. "How the hell did this happen? I don't remember Hyde hitting you."

"Somehow he got a hold of a beer bottle and smashed it over my head. It was right before you pulled me off of him," He explains.

I nod. "That makes sense."

We're quiet for a moment as I grab a wash cloth and wet it. I start to dab the cut, making him flinch in pain.

"I'm sorry," I say.

"It's alright. It's just a bit of pain."

"That's not what I meant," I sigh. "I'm sorry you had to get into the fight in the first place. If I had just shut my mouth you wouldn't have bruised knuckles and a cut on your head."

"It's not your fault. He was the one being a dick," Duff says, looking into my eyes for a moment.

"But what he said is true. I guess I needed that dose of reality."

"What he said is bullshit. You are not a whore, okay?"

I scoff. "How would you know? We just met."

He shrugs, wincing again as I accidentally pushed down too hard. "I just know. I'm a very good judge of character."

"Says who?"

"Says me," Duff says rather proudly. "I've never been wrong about someone."

I giggle. "Is that right? Give me an example."

"Alright, I'll start with Steven. When I first met him I had the impression that he was a really sweet guy, he just doesn't really know how to interact with women, other than fucking them. He means well, he just doesn't know how to act. That was proven tonight with him and Madeline." Duff pauses, a grin creeping onto his lips. "He likes her, y'know?"

I smile. "I'm glad he's not just using her for sex. She may act like that's all she wants, but really she just wants a guy to love her."

"Can I tell you my impression of you and you tell me if I'm right?" He asks. I nod, eager to hear this. I finish up with cleaning his wound. I grab a band aid that's conveniently sitting on the counter and put it over the cut. "You're a real bad ass. You don't take shit from no one. But, you can be a huge softy. You love your friends deeply and are always looking out for them, even when they treat you wrong. You always want to be somewhere else other than here."

I'm speechless. He hit the nail on the head. How the hell did he know all of that? Has he been stalking me or some shit?

"H-How'd you-?"

Duff smirks. "I told you. I'm a great judge of character."

"That's a scarily accurate guess."

Duff shrugs, looking down at my lap where my hands lay. "Not really. I pretty much described myself."

I laugh, "I guess we're more alike than I thought."

"I guess so," He grins.

We just stare into each other's eyes for a bit. His eyes are this pretty hazel color. Brown with a gorgeous hint of green in them.

Duff starts to lean in, glancing down at my lips. I start leaning in as well. Just as our lips brush together, I pull back.

No. This isn't some stupid Hollywood movie where the guy stands up for the girl and they fall in love even though they only met a few hours before. That isn't real life. Real life fucking burns you. You end up falling in love with someone and pine after them for years, only to find out they only love you as a best friend. Then that person goes off and gets happily married, leaving you to be by yourself to wallow in loneliness and self pity.

I put my hand on Duff's chest, lightly pushing him away from me. He looks into my eyes, shocked. It's as if he really wanted us to kiss. I mentally scoff. He probably just wants to get into my pants like all boys do.

I shake my head, jumping off the counter. "Well, you're all cleaned up. You hungry?"

"Uh-Uh," He stutters not sure what to say. "I-uh-don't think I have any food. Unless you can make food out of booze."

I laugh, trying to ignore the tension that's now between me and the tall blonde. "Not unless you have cooking wine or something like that. I don't know what it's called exactly." I bite my lip, walking out of the bathroom. Did I just fuck everything up between us? I feel like we could be really good friends. "Do you have any takeout menus? Maybe we could order some Chinese."

Duff grins. "That sounds awesome actually. I was craving some Chinese anyways."

"I'm always craving Chinese food," I giggle.

Duff walks past me, a smile still on his face. He picks up the phone, dialing the Chinese place's number. He obviously has it down in his memory. I walk past him, feeling thirsty.

As I pass, I swear I hear Duff say something.

"Just another thing we have in common."

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[hoopdiddies]

I'm Not Over You // Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 2)

Summary: You had always loved Ben ever since you two met at university and became the best of friends. That feeling went out like a candle flame when the two of you parted ways until he re-entered your life...but this time with someone who has already occupied his heart.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, FlUFf, AnGst. Just one mention of alcohol.

WC:2184

A/N: Irrelevant but omg tomorrow's the Endgame premiere. Please pray for my grieving soul.

Tags: @mrsmazzello , @likeit-or-leaveit

"Hey Joe, I'm going to get something from the car. Mind if I borrow your keys?" You ask Joe who's enjoyed a few drinks but hasn't intoxicated himself. He nods in a lousy way and fish his car keys from his back pocket, dropping it onto your open palm. "Bronze key."

"Thanks, Maz." You ruffle his fiery red hair and leave it a mess, making your way back into the kitchen and through the living room. You had expected to at least find Ben close by but he's probably somewhere else. The guests are gradually leaving anyway so that could be a good thing. Upon reaching the front door and swinging it open, you gasp breathlessly at the sight of Ben standing in front of you.

"Oh god, you scared me." You plant your hand on your chest as to catch your breath and punch his arm jokingly. He rubs his nape, chewing on his bottom lip as a playful smile dares to take form on his face. "Yikes, sorry, Y/N. You were little jumpy there."

"No kidding." You raise an eyebrow as you zip past him, in a rush to get to Joe's car.

"Wait, where are you going?" He calls out and you turn, juggling Joe's keys carelessly. "Just going to get something in Joe's car."

With the amused smile still plastered on his face, he glances sideways and strides over to your side. "I'll go with you."

"I think I'm capable of crossing the street, Ben." You fold your arms together yet to no avail he spins you around and leads you across the empty street to Joe's car, squeezing your hand. Your brows furrow at his eagerness but at the same time, you feel your blood accumulate in your face as the way his fingers entwine around yours triggers a weird spark between you.

However elating it feels, you wonder where Rosy is.

"I know, but I had to tell you something, right?" He looks at you over his shoulder with a lopsided smile and you nod, avoiding eye contact. Upon reaching Joe's car, you pull out the bronze key and unlock the driver's seat to retrieve your wallet from the dashboard.

Afterwards, you slam the door shut and secure the lock, slowly turning to Ben to prompt him to talk. He inhales sharply and shoves his hands into his back pockets. "See, I wanted some advice from you. And a little verbal encouragement." He averts his gaze from yours, leaning towards the hood of the car.

Your brows couldn't be any more higher than they already are. "Did you and Rosy bicker?"

"No. But yes. It is about Rosy." It's almost as if he nearly hesitated to say her name but you could've been just hearing things. You encourage him to go on and he does, lacking the will to look you in the eye thereby giving you the inkling that he wants something to progress between them.

"Thing is, do you think I'm ready?" He finally looks at you directly and you smirk. "Ready for what?"

"For you know...that life."

"You're not making any sense, Ben."

He scratches the side of his nose and swears underneath his breath, letting out a faint chuckle. "I'm not good at this."

"Just build up the words right."

"Okay, do you think I'm ready for a new life with her? You know," and out of the fear that he might say the thing you now dread the most, you unconsciously hold your breath in, "settling down?"

It takes a good five seconds for you to fully comprehend the latter words and just as Ben is about to snap his fingers to bring you back to reality, you heave out a rough exhale and force a supportive smile at him. "If you want to, of course."

"What would I be like as a husband?" He just had to ask. Had he meant that in the fictional situation where you were in the place of Rosy, you would have a definite answer. But he's asking you as a friend. As someone who knows you and looks at you from a sibling-like perspective.

You feel yourself crumble from the inside as you open your mouth to answer. "You as a husband? Oh god, the horrors!" You joke to mask the pain.

He rakes his hand through his hair and plays along. "Come on, Y/N. Silly idea but I wanna hear it from you."

"Why me? Why not the girl who inspired you to ask this?"

He takes a light step forward and rubs your shoulders, having his green eyes burn through you. "Because you've known me longer."

Yes, I have. But why did you still pick her? The inner voice in your head cries out. The only rational thing you could do now is be here for him. As you always have. No matter how painful it is, you love him enough to support him with this.

"You as a husband? You wouldn't be perfect, " you pause to look down but after doing so resume, "you'd have your fights, temper tantrums and frankly, I doubt you could be a lot less messier in the morning."

"Y/N-"

"But your ability to love makes up for your imperfections, Ben. I know of Rosy's little episodes and despite her being a mess sometimes, being moody and hard to handle, you loved her regardless," you gently press your palm against Ben's cheek, caressing his skin softly, "you'd be the husband whom she'd wait for at the door every night."

Touched by how delicately you delivered your words, he takes you by surprise and hugs you tight. Your eyes widen for a couple of seconds before finally surrendering to his the beat of his heart, wrapping your arms around him too. No matter how bittersweet the situation is.

You've lived through Ben being that way. He truly is someone you'd always wait for at the door. Someone you wish to wait for.

"How come you're still single?" He asks amusingly and you look up to prevent the tears from falling. "I'm not."

Wait a minute.

Ben quickly releases you from his hold and his expression shifts instantly. "Who's the guy?" He asks you directly and you still haven't recovered from what you just said. In a daze, you ask back. "What?"

"You said you're not single anymore. Who's the lucky guy?"

Why did you say that? You haven't got a clue as to why, it was probably some kind of involuntary thing to fight back the hurt but now that there's no taking back what you said, you play along awkwardly. The somehow bright idea of pretending to be in a relationship to compensate for being in a hopeless situation popping into your mind.

"Um...um. Uh.." You can't think of anyone decent enough but luckily, and unluckily at the same time, you spot Joe jogging across the street over to you and reluctantly, you answer Ben's question.

"Joe!" You say out loud, catching Ben off guard and confusing an approaching Joe. "Hey...guys. What are you two still doing out here?" Joe, clueless to what you just said, asks.

You glance awkwardly at Joe and pull him close to your side. "Yeah, Joe and I are together." You say out of nowhere, making Joe do double-take at you to make sure he's hearing you correctly. Ben's eyes fall as a smile forms on his face. "That's awesome! Since when?"

Just as Joe begins to protest, you answer abruptly before he could utter a word. "Just last week. Sorry for not telling you earlier. We've dated for a while, often so when you and I don't hang out." You swear you could just toss yourself in the middle of the road and hope for a truck to run you over.

As being the only one who knows how you really feel about Ben, Joe seems to catch your drift instantly and what you're trying to pull, so he decides to play along.

"Is that right, mate?" Ben asks curiously and Joe nods in the most casual way possible. "Yeah. Been seeing this lovely girl for a while now."

"I see."

"Ben, darling! There you are!" You close your eyes as you hear Rosy call out from a feet across. Ben shrugs meekly before whisking past you and Joe in his way to Rosy.

"Hey babe, sorry. I was just helping Y/N with something." He smiles down at her. She gives you an almost curt glance and smiles back at Ben. "It's alright. Let's get back inside, it's cold out here."

"Yeah."

You apologize to Joe quietly for involving him in your mess yet he doesn't mind, as long as he's helping you get over it. You suddenly feel the need to get back home to recharge your batteries and escape the unwanted strains you get from seeing Ben and Rosy in each other's arms.

You walk towards them and huff. "Hey, uh, Ben? We better get going. I'm so sorry if I can't stay any longer but I have work tomorrow."

He turns his body to you fully and by the looks of it, he's quite disappointed that you have to go so soon. "Oh. Are you sure?"

You nod and he sighs, giving you one last embrace for the night. "If you have to. Thank you for coming and the gift. You have no idea how much it means to me everytime you're around." You ought to slap yourself everytime Ben says something that just breaks you into two. You rest your head over his shoulder and smile softly. "Of course. Thanks for the time as well. Happy Birthday again."

You pull away deliberately and give him and Rosy one last smile before walking back to Joe. He opens the driver's seat for you and you get in, clipping the seatbelt over yourself.

Accepting that you're now in the arms of someone as trustworthy as Joe, Ben smiles crookedly at him."Don't break her heart. That's just one rule, okay?"

"Never been one to do that. Don't worry." Joe reassures with a wink and gets in after you, the two of you waving at Ben and Rosy before driving off. You immediately take out your phone to text Lucy and Gwilym about your rush to leave the party. After doing so, you place your phone on your lap and cover your face with your hands.

"I'm curious, what prompted you to lie to him about being in a relationship with me?" As eager as ever to hold back a laugh, he asks, keeping his eyes firm on the road.

You throw your head back against the seat and tut. "He thought of proposing to Rosy."

"Seriously?"

"He didn't actually say that, per se. But he gave a clear hint. It didn't even seem like a hint."

"But what if he does propose," he adjusts his rearview mirror all the while stealing glimpses of you, "because I can tell you, when a guy implies like that, it's go time." You shrug weakly, "What can I do but be there for him? Yes it'll hurt, a lot, but seeing him happy is enough."

"Are you sure? You've known Ben longer, heck even loved him longer. Why didn't you ever tell him?" Now that Joe's brought up the question, you begin rethinking what could've been had you told him.

You didn't want to ruin what you already had. Your friendship with Ben was already considered a strong bond, it was on all levels...except romantic. You feared it might have just caused a riff in your relationship and damage what you've built with him through the years.

What if he does propose?

Would you still be strong enough to be around him?

You look out the window and trace your finger across the glass. "It's complicated, Joe."

"Okay," Joe exhales softly and raises his brows at you, pressing his lips to a hard line, "if you're tired, feel free to doze off. You look bummed." You smile at him and pat his hand that's on the gear lever, leaning against the window afterwards to take a nap through the drive back.

--

By the time you arrived home, you give Joe a kiss on the cheek and thank him for the night and particularly for saving your ass when you couldn't think of someone to name as your "boyfriend" at that moment. He bids you good night and drives off.

You kick the door to your apartment open and toss your shoes aside, flopping like a pancake onto the couch and feeling your phone buzz from your back pocket. You take it out and find one message from Lucy, two from Gwilym and...one from Ben.

You narrow your eyes as you skip the first, three messages to read Ben's and find yourself unwillingly tear up at one simple text from him.

Hhhh- Ben:

We finally found our soul mates like we once swore. Thanks for bein here, love. Good night, love you.

Your eyes gloss over those two words once more.

,love you.

If only he knew.

(Part 3 will be posted tomorrow...after I come out of the theatre wheezing uwu)

[burden-in-my-hand]

@child-of-leviathan and @angels-holocaust tagged me to list 10 songs/bands that I was digging Rn (thanks fam 😊) Sorry this took so long to do..I love music tags, but because I am so passionate about music I tend to be extra about it, so of Im going to do the thing, I might as well do it right. Ask me tomorrow what 10 bands, songs or albums I'm loving and it will more than likely all change..but here's my current list...

1. Tribulation: The Lament

Trib is quite literally my favorite band. I feel as if they have been with me forever..their music mean that much to me. I have been waiting for the next album drop for what feels like ages, and knowing my boys tend to be internet silent, I have only this song to last me until Mid Jan. I'm not madt all.

2. Ne Obliviscaris: Forget Not

Probably by far one of the most beautiful songs I have heard about loss and mourning. As they say, a lament of sorts. As far as a song goes that takes from their namesake, I feel the measure and evocative nature of this song, as well as the passion in the dueling vocals (the interplay of clean vs dirty, overlapping lyrics that create a sense of powerful emotion) is a prime example of NeO and fits them perfectly.

3. Skeletonwitch: Clever of Souls

A few months back, I had discovered an amazing Finnish Thrash band, Lost Society at a show. Those boys stole my heart from the start and since then, they have helped unleash a new found love for Thrash for me: Municiple Waste, Toxic Holocaust, Kreator, Testament, Sodom..and some lovely Crossover Thrash Bands, Skeletonwitch being one of them. Funny thing..they (Skeletonwitch) toured with my boys Trib, but it took LXSX to get me to listen. I am glad I did.

4. Witchery: Nosferatu

Another Crossover Thrash Band, this one being Blackened Thrash, I love the melodic riffs mixed with the heavy grind. Deffinitly a favorite.

5. Drudkh: Twilight Aureole

Talk about guitar riffs that take you away, I am heavily swayed by guitar. Makes sense, seeing as how I play..any rythem that takes my mind away is top in my book and Drudkh is a key example of that. I quite enjoyed the work they did with Neige. It's hard to pick a favorite here, but I enjoy this album so will go with this lol

6. Skaur: Skillingsvisa

Tumblr is amazing at introducing you to music you would have never listened to before, or knew how to find. For the most part I try to do that as well (despite the spam) and Skaur is a prime example of one of those bands. Beautiful black/ambient metal that I look forward to digging into more in the future.

7. In Mourning: Colossus

Progressive/Goth Metal that I'm on the cusp of being obsessed about. Again..It's all about those guitars. This song was the first I heard and only the God's know what rabbit trail I was on when I found them, but I'm here sharing them with you lovely people so you don't have to dig like I did lol

8. Auđn: Skuggar

There are a few I could list here, but again, I will go woth this one lol. Atmospheric Black Metal from Iceland..I have no idea what they are saying but I'm woth you all the way fam. Horns up.

9. Oranssi Pazuzu: Värähtelijä

Psychedelic Metal, Black Metal, Space Rock, Progressive Metal..whateve r you want you call it..these Finns know what's up. First discovered on a dig I tucked them away until later, wshen I was recommended them from another blogger. Deffinitly a unique band that is in fave list

10. Sólstafir: Fjara

Oh Iceland..how I love the way you rock. I *think* this may be my favorite album..but I really don't know..Sól just has so many good ones..I really need to start learning a shit load of languages though...

Sorry all that was long and mildly pretentious lol. Nobody has to be as extra as me lol, but if you feel like sharing I tag @blueboybassist @lord-ov-the-blackened-svn @feathers-andflesh @haunterrr @lysergic-saturnine-desert @metalhat and anyone that has some awesome songs they want to share, or even if you thing I should check out the band..tag me I'd love to hear it!!!