#just a lil mwah

[the-nation-of-today]

BVB-Versary

🚨WARNING: Big old sappy post ahead🚨

Exactly one year ago today, I listened to Black Veil Brides for the very first time. So now, a year on, call this a narrative about/reflection on the past year.

I’m not usually one to remember the exact date I started listening to an artist so clearly. The only reason I remember this one so vividly is because of where I physically was at that time. Every summer, my family rents out a beach house for a week and we just go and chill. While on the beach one day, I was listening to music and decided I needed something new, I was bored of what I was listening to and needed to switch it up.

Now in May of that year, I had discovered Andy Black and fell in love with the music. I knew Andy was the lead singer of BVB and that I liked his voice so it just seemed right to try out BVB. I knew they were a bit heavier than Andy's solo music, but it was worth a shot since I had been slowly dipping my feet into some heavier music (for me). If I didn't like it, oh well, it was worth a try.

They had a lot of music and I had no idea where to start, so I did what I always do when trying a new artist: I put every song into one massive playlist and just hit shuffle to start getting a taste. The first song that came on was the Re-Stitch version of Perfect Weapon, I'll always remember being taken aback by that first scream. And as I listened more, I started noting down the names of the songs I was particularly endeared to so I could put them on another playlist to focus on them. Eventually, it came to the point where I was writing down every single song that came on. I always joke that something broke in my brain that day, but really it was like something clicked. Whatever it was about this music, it resonated with me on a level that I did not expect.

After my shuffle experiment, I made it a point every day on that beach vacation to listen to one album in order each day, which worked out for the week. I started with Wretched And Divine, mostly because I noticed a lot of those songs were my favorites. Then came Vale, and TPT, and all the other albums. Needless to say, I was hooked. I spent that week consuming as much BVB content as I could find. I listened to the albums, read interviews, watched both American Satan and Paradise City, anything and everything I could find regarding this band or its members. Torch was the first song I really learned, one distinct memory I have is climbing up the beach house stairs and just repeating the chorus in my head to try and get it down and memorized.

We returned home from that vacation, and I had a new determination to learn all of the songs. I copied the lyrics of every song into a google doc, took a screenshot of my BVB playlist to mark off which songs I learned, and began studying. I started with Vale, don't remember the reason why I chose that, and I would just listen on repeat reading those lyrics over and over to drill them into my brain. Every day was BVB for me. I'd pace around my room learning lyrics, finding old videos, just consuming whatever I could. Then, as a treat for surviving a family wedding at the end of the month, I ordered what would be my first batch of BVB merch.

But this wasn't enough for me, I needed more. I turned to Tumblr (it being my main platform) and just began scrounging for content. A lot of it was older, nothing super active, so I resigned myself to just following the tags and finding content that way.

One day in November, however, I reblogged a gifset of the Wake Up MV with some insane tags that you all are probably used to from me. The next day, I got a DM from someone, the person who I reblogged the set from. They saw my tags, and decided that we were the same level of insane and wanted to talk more. We did the social niceties dance for about two hours that day, and once it clicked that we were both insane about this band, that all went out the window and we went unhinged.

This person, who if you hadn’t figured it out already is Sam aka @bornasaint. That day, I had made my first real BVB friend, someone who I could talk to about this band and it was cathartic to just be able to talk to someone who understood me. We were both newer fans, which I think helped in how quickly we bonded. That same month, I started my own BVB tumblr blog (the blog you’re reading this on now, obviously) because I knew this obsession wasn't going anywhere. Also in that month, we started the Black Veil Beloveds server, which was a test run of trying to find more active BVB fans. Obviously it worked, because the BVBeloveds are still going strong.

December of that year, Spotify Wrapped came out as always. Even though I had only started listening in August, BVB was my most played artist of the year at 25,000 minutes played. I was officially deemed as down bad by Spotify. And I was content with that, proud even.

But, soon enough, Tumblr became not enough for me. A lot of it was just old pictures, nothing super current or active. So around February/March of this year, I revamped my twitter that I had barely been using and started making headway into BVBtwt. I'll admit, I was nervous. I hadn't really been active in a fandom twitter space in a long time. But, one day a tweet came up on my timeline asking for people wanting to start a new BVB group chat. I took the plunge, and stated my interest. That group would quickly become yet another set of dearly insane friends. Even though I was a newer fan compared to many and a little bit older than the space I found myself in, I was welcomed in and felt excited to have this again. Something had sparked in me upon finding this band and I felt creatively and socially recharged.

I used to say I wish I had gotten into BVB earlier in my life to experience some of the eras of the band that I hadn't been able to due to not knowing the band existed. But now, I realize that I found them when I needed to, when it was right for me. Call it fate if you will, but I couldn't ask for better timing. This band had defined my senior year of college, so much so that I decorated my grad cap with a lyric from Torch and took them with me to graduation.

And now, one year on, I am at that same house. We rented out the same house from last year, the same one where I spent hours on the deck looking out at the ocean and listening to BVB. That one choice that I made, just to try out this band to see if I liked them, took my life in a completely new directory. A year ago, I never would’ve pictured myself going to a BVB concert and buying VIP for it, but here I am now, 48 days away from meeting them.

And now that I’ve narrated my entire journey of falling in love with this band, some thanks are in order.

First, to Sam, my dear bestie. Thank you for finding my tags amusing enough that you wanted to reach out and thank you for dealing with my insanity, from Bestie Those Are Your Tits to Biersussy and every insane inside joke in between.

To the BVBeloveds, another thank you for putting up with me and my obsession with Andy’s black button down shirts.

To that twitter GC, thank you for being welcoming, our inside jokes have changed me, I don’t know if I’d call it for the better, but they certainly have changed me.

And finally, thank you to Black Veil Brides, for making music that could resonate so deeply with your fans and for solidifying that connection throughout the years.

I promise I'm almost done rambling, but I’ll leave you all with this. My favorite song (if you couldn’t tell by the Everything about me) is Wake Up. That song struck a chord with me, particularly the line “we’ll be here when their heart stops beating”. And I think it resonated with me because that’s the power of music. Even when you are gone, that music remains, those memories remain. Music is eternal, and it changed my fucking life.

So, here’s to my one year BVB-versary, as I like to say, and here’s to many more years of insanity.

[anniilaugh]

”There was cute, like Carrot or Chopper, and then there was cute like a certified killing machine snuggling three babies at once.

Sanji had never in his life wished so hard for a snail, he needed a picture of this more than he had ever needed a picture of anything before. ”

Me: ME! I’LL BE THE SNAIL FOR YOU!🐌✏️📸

Fanart of Thirty Thousand (& Three) Nautical Miles by @brunetta6blog & Springtime4Persephone 💚

[triona-tribblescore]

Husk went and bought some bike-safe clothes to cope with his adrenaline-junkie boyfriend uvu ✨

[jellydragons]

been watching a lot of hermitcraft recently and am happy to report that i am hopelessly endeared by these little goobers 💕 they’re like bugs to me

close ups under the cut!

gonna be real this was absolutely just me taking the opportunity to get my grubby lil mitts all up in their character designs lol i heart interpreting mc skins

[canisalbus]

Alright.

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[dykesevika]

BEAR SEVIKA BEAR SEVIKA BEAR SEVIKA BEAR SEVIKA BEAR SEVIKA BEAR SEVIKA. SEVIKA WITH BROWN BEAR EARS AND BROWN BEAR TAIL GRHRGRYRYRH

bears are one of my favorite animals :3

Men DNI

[ahollowgrave]

-- mistletoe. pt i.

(feat. the very handsome Ryss of @oneiroy)

[pup-pee]

SO I MIGHTVE GOTTEN A BIT INSPIRED BY THIS POST

[sugarcandydoll]

here's how i imagine myself as deer!reader based on @princessbrunette 's fics hehe ♡🦌💕 feel like deer!reader would sew her own clothes sometimes hehehe! ♡🏹 n it'll always turn out sooo cute considering she just collected snippets of cloth n lace etc etc n sewed it into smth so cute!!

pics not mine ♡ n deer!reader belongs to @princessbrunette ♡🧸 n header by @dollywons ♡🧁

[avizou]

a little stardust, for @kimtaegis ✨

[dellamortte]

STAR TREK: DISCOVERY (2017-2024) S01 EP12 - Vaulting Ambition

[pinkyjulien]

Valentin & Mitch | 694/??  💚🧡

[dandelion-roots]

hua cheng, huh? <3

bonus:

[id in alt]

[desceros]

now i can finally leave surprises in your inbox HEHEHEHE

[triona-tribblescore]

God I love drawing him so much <3

[yupthisisshe]

The Best Present is Love - Ron Weasley x gn! Reader

Warning: feelings of inadequacy

A/N: we get a little angsty during holiday celebrations but I swear it’s resolved at the end; we get kinda sappy cause that's how I roll

You went to his room to find him and, sure enough, there he was, sat off the side of his bed producing a melancholy you could sense from his doorway. One of the gifts he received during the gift exchange sat in his hands as he stared at it, his mind clearly elsewhere. He hadn’t even noticed you at the door until you spoke.

“Hey Ron,” you said, informing him of your presence, “What’s up?”

“Oh just, looking at my gift from George and Fred. It’s surprisingly harmless,” he tells you, looking up at you with a bit of a smile. As soon as these words leave his mouth, he looks back down, under the guise of inspecting his brothers’ gift to him. But he’s not hiding anything from you. You saw him just now. He’s upset about something. Whether or not he’ll tell you right now is a different story.

“Yeah, better look out,” you say with a nudge. “But really,” you say, looking into his eyes, “what’s up?” As you say this, he looks back into your eyes. Caught off guard at first, but then giving a surrendering and soft look, and almost sort of smile.

“Should’ve known I can't hide much from you,” Ron says.

“No,” you say, cupping his face and applying a gentle kiss to it, “you can’t. So tell me, sweetheart. What’s bothering you? What's wrong?” you ask, still holding his face ever so tenderly, with so much love in your eyes. He could feel it, and so he shared his qualms with you.

“I’m afraid that you may not like it here, with my family.” You look at him, puzzled. He senses the question “Why?” occupying your mind right now. However, rather than interrupt, you chose to kneel down in front of him and wait for him to speak at his own pace. You placed your hands in his lap to comfort him and give him the opportunity to fiddle with your fingers if he wished. He did. “S’ just that, we’re so messy and- and loud and, well, we are far from perfect and we aren’t like other pureblood families and-” You stood up, and Ron stopped talking. He wasn’t sure why you stood up. He thought that maybe all he had done was mess up, and you realized he was right and he should've never said anything and-

Oh. You were hugging him.

You stood there, cradling him, and he just accepted it. He didn’t try to deny anything, he just accepted your embrace and care, left himself bare to you, and you took him in for all he was, you took his family in for all it was, and you loved it. Most of all -well you honestly could hardly just pick one thing- but you loved how much love there was within the Weasley household. And as for Ron, you loved him. You loved his hair, his eyes, his cute little nose, his body heat, and the way he always ran warm so you'd snuggle him in the common room when you studied and you were cold. Or even when you weren’t cold. You loved how he would occasionally he would complain that it was “too bloody hot” but would hold you close as soon as you made any motion of leaving. You loved his sarcasm and -as much as you wanted to smack him sometimes (lovingly, of course)- you loved his smart remarks. You loved the way he could confidently state the obvious as if it were a new revelation of sorts. And although it could be frustrating at times, even his tendency to be rather dense was cute at times. You especially loved how sweet he was to you. You knew that he would let the world burn if it meant that the people he loved were protected, and that included you. You felt the same way about him.

“Ron,” you looked at him sweetly and then continued, “I love it here.”

“You… do?” He looked genuinely confused.

“I love it here too, Ron. I love the love that flows through this house. I love the chaos. I love the lively energy and how there’s never a dull moment, especially when George and Fred are bored. I love how each person in your family is so unique -you and the twins included- and has such a strong personality -yes! You included!” you added as you gripped his shoulders strongly but not roughly. “I always have an amazing and wonderful time here and I wouldn’t change anything about it.” This time it was Ron who pulled you into his grip. The hug was strong and firm and full of emotion and unspoken words. Unsaid, but understood all the same. That was another thing you loved about him -two actually: his bear hugs and the fact that even though he couldn’t always express himself in words, he made damn sure you knew he loved you and appreciated you.