#i've been listening to the album all day!!!

[divorcedwife]

i've been listening to sgt pepper's like everyday with the girls i babysit, and luckily for me i could never get tired of that album so it's really nice... i do have to live-translate most songs (except for the ones they don't like) but im getting better at it. the baby loves Good Morning because of all the animal noises, and her older sister, i asked what her favorite song was and she named like five lol 😭but what surprised me is that she loves A day in the life, which i didn't think would appeal to her. but she really likes the crescendos and the way the last chord resonates for so long, she's always like shhhh listen to that silence... the only song she dislikes is Within you without you, rip George Harrison. i told her what the song was about and she thought he was ruining the vibes

[billiesbabygirleilish]

i dont know if you write platonic fics but can you write fluff about billie’s sister!drummer!reader ? ty if you do!

an: here ya go cutie 😚

Beats and Bonds

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┗━━━━•*•*🥁❃°•°❀°•°❃••*.🥁*━━━━┛ The low thrum of the bass drum vibrated through the floor and up into your chest. You grinned, relishing the feeling. Dropping your sticks, you wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and stretched, the cool air of the studio hitting your heated skin. 

"Alright, that's a wrap for today!" you called out, the sound echoing slightly in the large, soundproofed room. Immediately, a flurry of activity erupted. Roadies began dismantling your drum kit, coiling cables and packing equipment. 

You spotted Billie slouched on a beat-up couch in the corner, her phone glowing in the dim light. She hadn't moved an inch during the entire three-hour rehearsal. You sighed, a familiar mix of exasperation and love bubbling up inside you. Being Billie Eilish's older sister, and her drummer, meant juggling a lot of responsibilities – practical, creative, and emotional. 

Sometimes, you just felt like a glorified babysitter.

Walking over, you plopped down beside her, bumping her shoulder playfully. "Hey sleepyhead, you even hear me playing today?"

Billie jumped, startled, and shoved her phone face down onto the couch. "Of course! You were... amazing," she mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Really? What song were we just working on?"

She hesitated, then blurted, "Uh... the one with the... drums?"

You chuckled. "Nice try. Come on, Bils, you gotta pay attention. We're dropping the tempo on 'Lost Cause' by five BPM. It's gonna give it a heavier feel, more grounded.”

Billie finally looked at you, her ocean-blue eyes softening. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm just... stressed. This new album is killing me."

You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. You're incredibly talented, and you have an amazing team behind you. Including your super cool, super supportive, and super groovy big sister." You winked.

Billie giggled, leaning into your embrace. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're the best."

"Damn right I am. Now tell me what’s really bothering you. Is it the lyrics? The arrangements? Finneas breathing down your neck?"

Billie sighed, letting the weight of her anxieties spill out. "Everything, really. I feel like everyone's expecting so much, and I'm just terrified of disappointing them. And myself."

You listened patiently, letting her vent. You knew the pressure she was under, the constant scrutiny, the relentless demands. It was a lot for anyone to handle, let alone a twenty-one-year-old.

"Hey," you said softly, tilting her chin up so she met your eyes. "You are not going to disappoint anyone. You are Billie Eilish. You write incredible songs, you have a unique voice, and you have something important to say. Don't let the pressure crush you. Remember why you started doing this in the first place. Remember the joy, the passion, the love of music."

Billie sniffled, wiping her eyes. "Easy for you to say. You're just banging on drums. I'm the one who has to pour my soul out there."

You frowned. "Hey, drumming isn't just 'banging on things'! It's about creating a rhythm, a heartbeat, a foundation for the music. It's about feeling the energy and channeling it through my body. And," you added, nudging her playfully, "it's about making sure your songs sound freakin' amazing."

Billie smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. "Okay, okay, you got me. You’re pretty important to the whole thing."

"Damn straight," you repeated, grinning. "Now, how about we ditch this place and get some ice cream? My treat."

Billie's face lit up. "Seriously? Yes! I've been craving that mint chocolate chip from Dairy Queen all week."

"Consider it a reward for surviving another day of album production hell." You stood up, pulling her with you. "But you have to promise me something."

"What?"

"No more hiding behind your phone during rehearsals. You gotta be present, Bils. We're a team, remember? We're in this together."

"I promise," she said, squeezing your hand.

As you walked out of the studio, the setting sun casting long shadows across the parking lot, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. You knew the road ahead would be challenging, but you also knew that Billie was strong, resilient, and incredibly talented. And you were there, by her side, ready to bang on the drums, offer a shoulder to cry on, and provide endless amounts of sisterly love.

Later that evening, after demolishing two scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream each, you found yourselves sprawled out on Billie's bed, watching a cheesy rom-com. Billie's head was resting on your lap, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your jeans.

"Y/N?" she mumbled, her voice drowsy.

"Yeah, Bils?"

"Thanks. For everything."

You smiled, running your fingers through her choppy black hair. "Anytime, little sis. Anytime."

The movie continued to play, but neither of you was really paying attention. You were content, simply being together, two sisters sharing a moment of quiet intimacy amidst the chaos of their lives. You knew, deep down, that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always have each other. And that, you realized, was the most important thing of all. You knew that your role, as her sister, was to be the steady beat in her life, the rhythm she could always count on. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[springtrappd]

now that i have successfully convinced some of you to give always come back a shot i can commence step two of my multi-part plan to microdose you on metal until you listen to scrap heap get y'all into his work by recommending nothing left to want, which is the pizzasim song of all time, no question. like. while almost all of the fnaf tracks off the album scrap heap are less about fnaf itself than nate's relationship to it (& the community) -- which gets them written off by said community, since they feel less "fnaf" and more "nate"... and nate's work is deeply, deeply personal in a way that is as cathartic as it can be uncomfortable. (he's very much a product of the emo scene and it shows!) but sleeping on them (and all of nate's work! go listen to his original stuff!) (he's in fucking sonic frontiers!) because they're less about Events than they are Feelings means missing out on some of the best fansongs out there

like, say, nothing left to want -- which is fucking excellent as a pizzasim song not because it's particularly interested in literal shit that happens in the game itself, but in the core of it, the emotions that drive the narrative forward. it bounces between nate's usual pop punk/rock -- heavily influenced by his work covering anime openings for decades -- into something much, much heavier, a false joy blending into jagged screaming as the song unravels. it's about nate choosing to leave the fandom scene behind after it became detrimental to his mental health, yeah, but it's also about someone putting a cheery facade over something dark & dangerous until it's ready to be unleashed -- to be put to rest, once and for all. performing until there's nothing left to want. how you have to pull the trigger on this thing you loved so much you destroyed each other.

Now I'm afraid you've been misinformed I know you've suffered, but it's time to be reborn I've heard myself, and now I'll practice the words that I preach It's so close but somehow out of reach

All my life I've debated But our connection is terminated And once the smoke has cleared I'll be waiting for all of you again on the other side

Now it's a new day and now's your time to shine The entertainment's enough to ease your mind Don't mind the voices you hear inside your head Don't mind the monsters that hide beneath your bed Don't wanna regret the message sent But it's what you said in the end (what you said in the end) Will you free me? Unbound my hands Then I'll wave farewell, singing "See you around, my friend"

it's as melancholic as it is angry, and it captures the duality of pizzasim -- a game that is lying to you about what it is half the time; a game about a deeply depressed man taking the legacy he created out with him; a game about leaving the old and the bad and the good and the new behind; a game about moving on by going back to usual -- perfectly. and, lest we forget: it fucking BANGS

if you have not listened to always come back by nwtb as a fnaf fan you have not yet lived. btw. like that is true of all of nate's songs (especially his original work) (please go listen to those) but this one especially sends me bouncing off the walls for how it manages to both humanise afton while cutting to the core of his character (as a manipulative bastard and coward trapped in his own self-fulfilling prophecy). and it BANGS

[mintjeru]

i gotta dash 🔥

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[front-facing-pokemon]

[fuckinart]

(they'll never understand) How could I ever understand? No, I don't have to understand. I don't wanna understand. So I will never understand. (we could have everything)

[feelingpure]

Maybe if I told you the right words Ooh, at the right time, you'd be mine

FELLOW TRAVELERS VALENTINE'S DAY MONTH Week 1: FAVORITES - favorite song that makes you think of them ↳ Tracy Chapman - Baby Can I Hold You + FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.08 ‘Make It Easy’

[holdharmonysacred]

HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!! HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!! HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!! HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!

[courtesanofdeath]

show me 4 albums on rotation in your music library

the rise and fall of a midwest princess - chappell roan

screen violence - chvrches

three cheers for sweet revenge - my chemical romance

after laughter - paramore

shuffle your liked songs playlist, and then post the first six

thanks so much for the tag @peskyfirefly 💕💕💕 sharing music is always fun and you know i always love seeing what you've been listening to! i promise i didn't copy you (okay maybe a little 🤭) but ~three~ cheers to us for not being able to escape mcr

tagging anyone who wants to do these !!

[radio-4-is-static]

「LOST CORNER」 クロスフェード | Kenshi Yonezu listen to the new album here!!

[vimbry-moved]

would you guys (sparks listeners) be mad if I said one of my favourite sparks albums is "in outer space"

[unproduciblesmackdown]

maybe bsol is that time jen tepper mentions when she was so upset about a review of a show of joe's that she broke a glass (&/or threw it out a window)

[daenysx]

wanna share your favorites from the tortured poets department with me??

[wavernot4love]

well guys i am currently a few songs into my first ever actual listen through of boom done and holy crap dude i am ascending. once again, over yet another project, ag autism goes crazy

[heffrondriving]

soooo. that new big time rush album huh

[seaofreverie]

Wanted to start working on projects for my part-time school this weekend but instead all I have the energy to do is lay in bed and play mario kart or lay in bed and listen to music