#listening to the vinyl now 🖤🖤🖤

[swallowedabug]

Listen/purchase: Sorta Loves Me by Ché Aimee Dorval

[redstarwriting]

the clash | iii. black planet

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.5k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, needles mentioned, slight injury from said needle

a/n: is this one long? yes. do i care? no because it was fun to write. it was 3 am when i finished this and make this a draft, so you know i had fun with this chapter. also, i’m about to go into work, so i will probably not be here but i wanted to post it beforehand so i can just worry about working on chapter iv later. and just wanna say i’m grateful to everyone who is reading and interacting with the posts! this has been such a warm welcome back into writing for the marvel universe and i appreciate each and every one of you :)🖤 also i have a question, feel free to answer in the comments or pm me, do i go all the way in the angst for this, or only some angst?

now reading: iii. black planet

previous chapter: ii. time bomb

next chapter: iv. london calling

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You open a portal to your world, and dramatically motion everyone inside. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr step into it, and you glance at Hobie. “Are you actually coming, then?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says sarcastically, stepping into the portal. You enter last, walking until you’re in the familiar darkness of your apartment. “Welcome to my home,” you say, going to your kitchen to get a glass of water. As you’re pouring, you hear one of your guests speak up. “Is that… a real skull…?” Pavitr asks, pointing to a human skull above your fireplace mantle. “Sure is. She’s my aunt,” you say, taking a sip of water. They all look at you with a look that reads ‘is it… that aunt?’

You nod.

It isn’t brought up again.

Hobie sees a vinyl player and immediately walks over to it. He observes the multiple albums and singles and then comes across vinyls that don’t look like they belong to any band in particular. “You press your own vinyl?”

“Obviously. There’s just something better about vinyl than listening to it on my phone, so I press my own playlists,” you say, and Hobie glances up at you. “It sounds more real. Scratches and all, makes it feel authentic,” he says, placing a record on your player and placing the needle on it surprisingly gently. You raise your eyebrow at him. ‘Of course he would get the record thing,’ you think to yourself, ‘he is a guitarist after all.’

“I totally agree,” Gwen says, and you nod. Musician things. Ambient sounds accompanied by faint guitar riffs fill the room. You nod in approval. This is one of your favorite songs. Gwen smiles. “Your place is so fucking cool, (Y/n),” she says, walking over to the crystal ball and various tarot decks you have set up on your kitchen table. “Thanks, I take pride in it,” you say and Hobie makes a noise. “Could be better. Tell me, do you consider any color? Ever? Like what the fuck kind of plants are these that they’re all black?”

“They’re called Raven ZZ plants, and actually, they’re a bright green when new leaves sprout, but no. Color is not for me. The only reason I have the tiniest bit of pastel pink on my spider suit is because I need to continue to throw people off my scent.”

“How d’you reckon a tiny splash a’ color will do that?”

“There are various different types of goth. If I only used my own style, it would make the likelihood of me being me much higher than I would like,” you explain, and Miles looks around. “So… this place haunted?” he asks and you grin. “Yes.”

“Ghosts aren’t fuckin’ real.” Hobie scoffs, and he has to bite back a laugh at how quickly you turn your head to him. He actually does believe in ghosts, just a tiny bit, but doing anything to piss you off has become his new motto. Even if he has to lie.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll make one of them possess you,” you say icily, and a cold breeze rolls through the room and blows out some of the candles. Pavitr shrieks and jumps into Miles’ arms. Gwen mutters something about that being ‘so cool.’ Hobie looks virtually unimpressed and you two glare at each other until you all get an all too familiar feeling of danger. You all turn your head toward your balcony, and you see an explosion in the distance. “Fuck,” you mumble, jumping into action immediately. You pull your mask on, and jump without a second thought. It’s a new thing when you glance over and see Hobie right by you. “Was that a bomb? Who could that be?” Miles asks and you sigh. “Probably the Green Goblin,” you say, and Hobie opens his mouth to say another sarcastic remark but is cut off when he gets to observe what your swinging is like.

You literally move like the wind. It’s fluid and smooth in nature, and he pays special attention to how you barely make noise when you land on a building to run. It’s actually impressive, and it makes him lose whatever rude comment he thought of. It’s the complete opposite of how he is. Erratic and loud. He doesn’t know whether to respect it or make fun of you for it later. Probably the latter. “Hey (Y/n)? Is the sky normally this dark? I thought it was like 6pm,” Pavitr asks as you all swing and you nod. “The sun is only out for like 2-3 hours a day here,” you respond. “Damn a little sunlight never killed anybody,” Miles says, and you shrug. “Honestly, here it might.”

“Is that why you’re so moody and negative? Only light you get is from the moon?” Hobie asks and you roll your eyes. “Actually, I was born that way. My style of living has nothing to do with my moodiness and realistic outlook,” you shoot back, emphasizing the point of realistic and not negative. He just shakes his head.

You all arrive at the location the explosive went off, and you notice there are still people inside the parking garage that was hit. “We’re on it!” Gwen says, motioning for Pavitr and Miles to follow her. The three of them take off in an instant, and you keep your eyes peeled and ears open to hear the wings of the Green Goblin’s glider. Hobie hangs back, not saying anything for once in his life. Until he gets an uneasy feeling. “Something’s close.”

“I know, idiot, I have the sense too.”

“I was just sayi–”

He’s cut off by a tiny bag of… powder… being thrown between the two of you. You both leap out of the way immediately before it explodes. “Found you!” Hobie hears a maniacal laugh, “Ohhhh and you brought a friend!” The Green Goblin of your universe giggles, and he realizes that the glider she’s on is a giant taxidermy bat accessorized with mechanical elements making it able to fly again. “Not their friend,” he yells at the Goblin before addressing you, “What the actual fuck is ‘at?” Hobie yells and you sigh. “That’s the Green Goblin of my universe, she’s a fucking lunatic who wants to turn me into a taxidermy sculpture and sell me at an art auction.”

“She an Osborn?”

“Yes, Harriet Osborn,” you say, dodging another… bomb? Hobie honestly doesn’t know what the fuck is happening. “Well, I’ve killed one Osborn already, what’s another,” he says, and you make a gasping noise. “Oh no… don’t tell me…”

“We can’t kill Harriet!”

“Why the fuck not?! She’s tryna kill you!”

“Because of personal reasons! You’re not about to come into my world, and kill my villains, asshole!” you scream, and he groans. “Fuckin’ fine. Whatever, we take her down, we don’t kill her,” he says, and you nod. “I take her down. Like I have countless times before.”

“Uh uh uh, I’m here for a reason, we take her down.”

“Gods, fine. Whatever,” you huff and the both of you dodge another explosive. You point to Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr who are motioning to you that they got everyone out of the garage. Without speaking, the two of you develop a plan. You immediately web into the garage, going down to the bottom floor. Of course, your Goblin follows you, completely disregarding Hobie even being there. He follows behind. It’s dark in here, all the lighting has gone out inside and the black sky outside makes it difficult to see. You use the stealth he observed earlier to your advantage. Even he has trouble picking out where you are, and he has super senses. He makes his way to a pillar that supports the garage as quietly as he can, which, luckily, is quiet enough that he goes unnoticed. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he hears in a sing-songy voice.

He carefully picks up a rock and glances around the garage. He’s behind a pillar that will help bring the whole thing down, he just needs to deduce which of the other pillars will assist in that. Lucky for him, you’re there too. He hears a noise behind one of the pillars, and sure enough, an explosion soon follows. He quickly realizes where the other weak points are and throws a rock at one of the others. Boom. Explosion. And then one more. He glances to his left to see you right next to him. You both nod at each other, and he hits a power chord. You roll your eyes. “A little flashy, don’t you think,” you say as the two of you leap out of the way and there’s one more explosion. “Not flashy enough, love,” he responds as the garage starts to shake.

The two of you expertly navigate the falling rocks as you make your way out of the collapsing building. Right when you get out, your eyes widen, and you twist your body so the glider doesn’t impale you. You land on top, and the Goblin turns around. Half of her mask is broken and she’s bleeding from being hit by one of the rocks. You can tell the glider was hit, too, because it seems to be stalling every now and again. It does get you farther away from your spider-companions, but they start webbing after you. “Found you,” she says. “No shit, Harriet. It only took you demolishing ONE building to do it this time, feels like a new personal record for you,” you respond, and she throws a punch at you. You dodge, and then see her pull out an unnecessarily large taxidermy needle. “Ah, shit,” you mumble as she starts wielding it like a dagger. You’re able to dodge most of her attacks, but the last one grazes your side. You hiss and realize she put another attempt of a knockout serum on it as well. Great. She laughs.

“Stupid spider! I didn’t need to stab you; I just needed a little graze! See, I put a special kind of toxin on my needle, and now it–” She gets knocked out by a single punch to the face. “You talk way too damn much, girl,” you mumble, webbing her to the side of a building as she falls off her glider. Oh shit. The glider. You leap off, despite the pain in your side and the woozy feeling that’s starting to show up and web the glider. You then go water skiing without the water. Or the skiis. And on the road. Oops.

You do your best to control the glider, swerving between cars and making sure it doesn’t run into any of the skyscrapers in downtown Night of Yore City. That’s when you realize it’s about to run straight into a building. You narrow your eyes. It’s time to do your Spider thing. You yank back on the glider, causing it to stall. You leap up onto the side of a building, detaching three webs onto it and leaping to the other one. You repeat until a full spiderweb is formed, blocking the glider’s way to the building, and repeat so it’s underneath the glider as well. You quickly web up the giant claws of the taxidermy bat, ensuring they can’t cut through your webs, and wrap the glider up, swinging around it in a circle. You attach the end of the web to the big spider web you just made and watch it slow down even more. It goes into the web in front of the building, and slightly indents into it, but that’s the further it gets.

You crouch on a lamppost, watching to make sure nothing bad happens. When you’re positive everything’s fine, you stand. A few citizens yell some thanks you’s, more glare at you because you just ruined their day, and some just ignore you completely. You look up and see the four other Spider-People chilling on the side of a building. You quickly join them. “Never seen someone make a web that fast and efficiently,” Gwen says, motioning to the web you wove. You shrug. “Thank you.”

“Unfortunate a buildin’ had to come down in the process,” Hobie says, not giving you a break or any type of praise. You roll your eyes. “Let’s not forget you were part of the reason the building came down.”

“I could have done it without the destruction.”

“Like you would have.”

“I wouldn’t have, but I could have. Obviously, you couldn’t,” he says, and you flip him off as you all begin webbing back to your apartment. Once you get there, you assess the damage the needle did to you. Some weird green toxin was in the cut, and you sigh. “Wait, (Y/n), that looks kind of serious,” Gwen says, noting the discoloration of the toxin compared to your skin. You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. She keeps trying to make a knock-out serum to use on me. None of them are strong enough,” you affirm, the slight wooziness you had felt earlier is completely gone. Now you just need to wash and dress this, and it should be healed by morning. “Or maybe she’s just a shit chemist.”

“Thank you, Hobie, for your doubt that I’m a capable Spider-Person,” you say, and he nods at you. “Always.”

You get out your first aid kit and clean your wound up. It stings, and you wince, and the others know that feeling all too well. “Right, well now that we’ve seen this gloomy, depressin’, dark ass world, why don’t we go see an actual fun world, eh?” Hobie says, starting to press some buttons on his watch. “Go to your world? What so I can be blown away with too loud amps and catch on fire because some dumbass thinks they can make a flamethrower with some sort of cleaning spray and a lighter? No thanks,” you mumble, and he rolls his eyes. “Not like I want you there anyways, love,” he says. You hate this new nickname he’s picked for you. It’s not endearing, it’s annoying. And he knows that it bothers you. You angrily put your first aid kit down and glare at him. “Fine. But hold on one second.”

You scale your wall and reach into an impossibly high cupboard, pulling out some cat food. Suddenly, the four spiders see two bright green eyes in the darkness of what appears to be your bedroom. You fill up a bowl, and your black cat saunters over to you. You pet his head, giving him a few scritches between the ears, his favorite spot. Hobie’s grateful you’re preoccupied with your cat because he does not need you to see the expression on his face. He loves cats. Especially black cats, they’re a perfect symbol of rebellion. Maybe he’ll come back here one day but only for your cat. ONLY.

“Alright, now that you’ve fed the cat, can we please leave? I can feel my soul bein’ sucked out of my body the longer I stand here,” Hobie says, impatiently, and you roll your eyes. “That’s the ghosts doing that, you know.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

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[hp-hcs]

Um, yeah, I don't really have a specific character in mind (so you can ignore this if u want to!), but how would some characters react to a male reader who listens to muggle music, but like- metal?? yk

this is the kind of shit i wanna see in my inbox hell fucking yeah

❕i’ll be honest, my vibe has always been more punk/pop punk/metalcore/hard rock 🤷‍♂️ i did my best buttttt these are all just songs from my playlist so- (i adore my slytherin babygirls but they’ll always be second to my lord and savior glenn danzig)❕

also accidentally wrote gn reader again so that’s pretty girlypop

requests open

i’ve never actually written one of these like, group headcanons for a whole bunch of people, but i keep seeing other people doing it so we’re trying it out ig. do we like it? yes? no?

slytherin boys: gn! muggleborn! reader’s music taste is rather…unexpected

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mattheo: die, die my darling — misfits

i’m of the opinion that mattheo would fucking LOVE the misfits (once you introduce him)

he walks into your dorm to ask you a quick question, and you’re just dancing around in your room screaming the lyrics to:

“DIE DIE DIE MY DARLING, DONT UTTER A SINGLE WORD”

“DIE DIE, DIE MY DARLING, JUST SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH”

he’s like 🧍‍♂️😦😍

and that’s when he falls in love with you

jk, unless????

you show him the misfits’ entire discography, and bitch about jerry only (as u should)

he takes a bit too much of a liking to helena 🤨

yk, the song that goes “if i cut off your arms, and i cut off your legs, would you still love me, anyway? if you’re bound and you’re gagged, draped and displayed, would you still love me, anyway?”

🤨🤨🤨

interesting, mattheo. interesting. not concerning in the slightest.

he adores them and you guys listen to their music together when you study <33

y’all start running around screaming I AINT NO GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH

your teachers love it <3

theodore: nazi punks fuck off — dead kennedys

y’all were showering together

(is that really like a sexy thing? i sure as fuck don’t know 🖤🩶🤍💜)

you started singing to yourself and babygirl was like 😳☺️

he loves ur voice <3

even when you’re singing “nazi punks, nazi punks, nazi punks FUCK OFF”

(cause like……yk…….he’s a wizard nazi himself ��👍)

awkwarddddd

he always lets you put on your music

to be honest, he doesn’t really care about the lyrics, he just loves that you love it

(*cough* simp *cough*)

draco: possessed by satan — gorgoroth

you’d just come back from winter break and had brought one of your holiday presents back with you: a new record player and a shitload of vinyls

you set it up in your dorm and asked your roomie, draco, if he’d mind if you played something

he'd never admit it, but he was wildly curious what muggle music sounded like

so of course, you blessed him with the sweet sweet sounds of gorgoroth 😌🥰

(aww, nostalgia <3)

he just looked at you like 😨

you then proceeded to educate him on gaahl beating the shit out of someone (a l l e g e d l y) and threatening to drink his blood

he’s now even more concerned

(do you or do you not tell him about the gogoroth concert ft. alive ‘crucified’ actors & impaled sheep heads vs. the country of poland?)

((idk babe that’s for you to decide))

blaise: boogie woogie wu — insane clown posse

i feel like blaise is chill enough to give any music a shot before deciding if he likes it or not

you weren’t that close, just acquaintances, but one day you just offered up your other headphone to him in the middle of a really boring class

oh, he’s in love

🎵😍😍🎶

you make him a playlist of songs you think he’d love, and he lowkey almost starts crying and that’s how he asks you out on your first date

(is it terrible to think that this might be your wedding’s first dance song?)

((NOW MURDERRRR))

(((UH OH, HERE COME THE PO-PO TOO MUCH MURDER)))

enzo: custer — slipknot

it’s your ringtone for someone 😌

like ur mom, or something? idfk

“incoming call from: birthgiver” 🎵CUT CUT CUT ME UP AND FUCK FUCK FUCK ME UP🎶

enz:🧍‍♂️

he doesn’t even know how to react

he’s only a bit terrified

he’ll listen to a few other songs you play for him, but will make you play the weird sisters afterwards

tom: reincarnate — motionless in white

he’s bitching about how much muggles suck and muggle music is trash blah blah blah

and ur like “oh really? wanna bet?”

you whip out your phone and start blasting your playlist

he would absolutely eat that shit up

it’s cheaper than therapy ig 🤷‍♂️

he hates being wrong about anything ever so he’ll never admit out loud that he likes it, but he will just show up at your dorm at like eleven pm like:

“do you have any more uh……song recommendations or something…..uhhhh” 🧍‍♂️

babygirl 💞

[current-mcr-news]

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[Aug 21, 2024]

[deaththcekid]

OMG OKAY I loved the last one you did so thank you so much!! I have another idea :DDD

How would Matthew Patel react to being his s/o’s first kiss? Maybe they’re on a quiet at-home date, it happens during a quiet moment, and s/o admits that it was their first and they hope they did alright. How would our dearest theatre king react???

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!!

OMG YES I FIND THIS SO CUTE‼️^^Fyi this isn’t going to be head cannons this is gonna be a story so yeah‼️🌺

^^Song for todays story: Lovers Rock- Tv Girl

MATHEW PATEL X S/O BEING THEIR FIRST KISS

>It was a cold Snowy night, You and Matthew we’re staying at your house until the storm passed. You guys planed to go on a date but the storm was so bad that y’all just decided to stay home, you both were so sad cause y’all we’re looking forward to the date since the beginning of the week. Matthew and you have just stared dating as well, you guys have been dating for 2 months now and you still haven’t gotten the courage to kiss him, I mean you get butterflies just from thinking about him, he’s just so beautiful. You made some Tea for the both of you and Matthew, “So when do you think this storm will pass?”, you said, “I don’t know, but I hope it passes soon, I was really looking forward for the date we had today :<“, Matthew replied. You guys grabbed your mugs of tea and moved to the living room, you guys sat together on the couch. You put your mug on the counter next to you and so did Matthew. “So ummm wanna listen to some music?..” you asked him. “Sure!, I see why not”. You smiled at him and got up from your seat, you grabbed your vinyl player and got one of your favorite vinyls “French Exit” by Tv Girl, Then Lovers Rock started playing, that your absolute favorite song by Tv Girl. You walked back over to your spot on the couch next to Matthew. You guys sat in silence for a few seconds, Matthew felt how cold you were and you were shivering. Matthew grabbed the blanket behind him on the couch and placed it around you both. You look back up at him and he smiled at you, you look away flustered, oh how red your cheeks were. You guys sat in silence once again for a bit, then that one part of Lover Rock came on ,”Now, how many men have you kissed”,”Very Few”,”But you offered me a kiss..why?”,”Such a foolish reason I’m afraid, I just.. want to kiss you”. In that very moment you grabbed Matthews face, your cold yet warm hands on his cheeks and then you kissed him, you pull back after a good 2 seconds, “I-I’m sorry, Did I do alright?, that was my first kiss ever” Matthew smiled at you and then pulled you into another kiss but this this it was more passionate. He chuckled “it was perfect my love” you guys kissed again. “You know what, I love this small date we had” you said ,” yeah me too, I just hope are next one doesn’t get cancelled by some heavy snow storm”Matthew Chuckled, “I love you so much Matthew” you gave him a small kiss on his nose, “I love you too, princess don’t ever forget that” He grabbed your cheeks and pulled you into another kiss. The rest of the night y’all just talked and gave each other kisses, until you guys fell asleep cuddling on the couch together❤️🖤.

I hope you enjoyed this small story I did^^, I absolutely had fun writing this request!!, I hope y’all liked it‼️🩷🌺

[bravo4iscool]

HIIII, I saw this post about where there was a scene!reader and goth!ghost and I was wondering if you could do a goth!reader and goth!ghost and they meet each other?? Thank youu ml!!🖤🖤

THANKS FOR THIS ASK!!

goth!ghost x scene!reader

little disclaimer before you read: i know very little about goth culture, so please be kind😭. i googled all the artist mentioned here, means i never listened to their music or whatsoever lol.

so, i think they would meet in a music store, that typa thing, yk? where all the vinyls are and maybe some guitars and drums.

goth!reader is looking at some vinyls, just relaxing to the music playing in the background, completely shutting their surroundings out.

goth!ghost stands a couple meters away, also looking at vinyls, but glancing at them through the corner of his eye. They’re just so pretty… maybe he should ask them out? they surely would say yes, right?

after a little pep talk to himself he slowly approaches them, looking over their shoulder. “y’listen t’bauhaus?” he asks with his heavy british accent and readers head shoots up.

they look behind them, being surprised about someone standing behind them. he’s tall, easily 6’4, black clothes with a pierced eyebrow.

“i- yeah. but i also listen to ikon and uh, the cure,” they tell him and ghost slowly nods. he knows those bands. of course he does.

“what do you listen to?” reader asks, now fully turning to look at the man.

“mainly the 69 eyes. som’times skeletal family,” he says, his eyes piercing through readers soul. “can y’uggest m’any other artist tho?”

reader thinks for a second before they nod and start to walk towards one of the vinyl shelves. “you know rosetta stone?”

“yea. d’nt listen t’them,” he mumbles, earning a surprised stare from reader.

“you have to be kidding me!”

“nah. n’t my style,” ghost simply shrugs, burying his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

“y’know what,” reader starts to smile. “i have some good vinyls at home. why don’t we, uh, meet and i show you their music. really show.”

for a second they’re afraid he’ll say no but he only returns their smile, if not as enthusiastic but still, and agrees.

“when are y’free?”

now reader starts to grin and searches for a piece of paper in their bag. they quickly scribble their address down, handing it to him. “tomorrow, 7pm. don’t be late.”

with that they give ghost one last smile before they leave the store, leaving him alone to panic over the date he thought would never happen.

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

[j0kers-light]

Hey Chaos, I have to say that I am SO obsessed with Joker and Ariana Grande cause im just a girl, and I thought, why not mix them? What if reader was singing and listening to Ariana all day? I think it would be fun hehe

this is me btw: https://youtu.be/nWdB3d0VoNw?si=XNNXyQVuIWdaqXJA

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There are only two answers here my lovely anon. Let’s discuss them below!!! 🖤✨

Also did you want to claim the coveted 🎀 anon? 👀 you will burdened with a glorious purpose if you accept I need to know you can handle the task.

Joker understands that you’re just a girl!! You are entitled to your own opinions and choice of music.

He enjoys watching his Bunny sing and dance around since it helps calm him down after a hard night of work. He just pretends✨that he doesn’t care but he’s always watching.

Sure he doesn’t have a clue what the singer is saying but he can’t help but smile seeing you have fun and act out the lyrics.

He does jump a bit if you start belting out in the car so be warned, our clown has sensitive ears!!

Insert the link of you and J driving around. Well he almost swerves the car into oncoming traffic after you shout out the lyrics so suddenly.

“Sorry J..” and you turn down the volume but he surprises you by cranking it back up and tapping the steering wheel along to the beat.

Joker refuses to sing along but he does know some of Ariana’s biggest hits because his Bunny is obsessed with her.

Do you want concert tickets? He gets you front row with meet and greet passes.

And he makes sure you have every album on vinyl if you want them. #SupportiveJoker

Now if Joker hates it… well 👀 😬😬😬😬😞

Joker doesn’t mind his Bunny singing every now and then but today, you’ve been at it nonstop!

You replayed the same album three times in a row and he knows this because well…

OKAY! Joker listens to Ariana Grande alright? His Bunny is practically obsessed with her so he had to find out why! 👀 denies he’s a fan.

Joker memoriezed your favorite songs and he remembers when you begged for concert tickets when a tour was first announced.

Joker supports everything you do, but today you are irritating his already frayed nerves by singing.

You and J get into the car to run a few errands and you automatically connect your phone to the speakers.

Again, insert you jamming in the car but this time it’s different. “THIS IS THE PART WHEN I SAY I—”

Joker rips your phone cord out the system, “No! No no no nooo! You are noT breaking free today!”

He puts an end to your car concert and you’re stunned at his random burst of anger.

You are shocked, amused, and hurt all at the same time. Joker ruined your fun in the process but he looks so cute when he pouts!! 🥰 wait did he make a joke?!?!?!? 👀

You try to reconnect your phone but J smacks your hand away. Well alright, silence it is.

[kabukiaku]

I’m back from listening to MCC (I asked for song recs a month or so ago) They are very cool! I like the guitar tones— reminds me of some rock bands my dad would play in the car when I was 4-6 years old! Thanks for introducing me, I’ll be adding some songs to my playlist <3

right?! like my brother tells me, MCC out here being the Pink Floyd of the 21st century. I loooooove their ethereal rock sound so much. I'm happy to own two vinyls and a cd of their albums The Dying Option + The Demon King. I now wish to obtain their 2008 album Goodmorning Restrained. lots of bangers.

I am eager to see what else they put out 🖤🌒

[oculus-de-malus]

@weirdlookindog tagged me to post 9 albums I've been listening to lately - thank you! 🖤

VR Sex - Hard Copy

HEALTH - Rat Wars

The Body / Dis Fig - Orchards Of A Futile Heaven

Einstürzende Neubaten - Rampen

Chelsea Wolfe - She Reaches Out to She Reaches Out to She

:Of The Wand And The Moon: - Behold The Trees

Data Void - Strategies Of Dissent

John Carpenter - Lost Themes III: Alive After Death

Swans - The Beggar

I tag: @altzchmerz @babybatttttxx @celtos @grimmly-fiendish-0 @nullheaven @polvo-lunar @thebrazenvessel @traumarbeit @vpervaffanculo

No obligation to participate as always 🖤

[leifedling]

This will be (hopefully) my last post here. And my last post in general. I decided to end everything. Life doesn't worth it anymore 🥹

This was the last register of the Robert-era I was missing to upload. I did this vinyl rip myself because this is one of my favorite Candlemass live recordings. I love how two of my favorite all time songs are included (Tears and Demon of the Deep) in this awesome setlist and how solid the whole band was. And well, Robert of course 🖤

So I'll be listening to this until I finally be free. No more tears, no more pain... just being comforted by this voice that was the only beautiful thing I found in this world.

And even if my selfies with Leif were pretty much ruined, I have them with me now... that was the last happy memory I had of my life.

DOOM ON 🖤💀

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

You Spin Me Right Round Part Four

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Rating: M

Notes: Set after the series because Eddie is fine he graduated no worries. Not beta-read. I hope y’all are having a lovely weekend! 🖤

There will be 1-2 more chapters after this.

Warnings: Cursing, use of the marriageiguana, fluff, some angst, negative feelings toward Reader’s father; Reader’s father is an absent figure.

Summary: Eddie looks horrified at how dusty the turntable is. You don’t even know when it was last used—maybe a couple of the other employees used to use it now and again, but it’s been a long time since old Andrews cut their part time positions to give you a full time salary. 

“Oh, you poor thing,” Eddie gasps, crouching in front of it. “What has she done to you?” 

“Okay, lesson number two.” 

You look up from your book to see Eddie approaching the counter, holding something behind his back. He spins it to face you, a smile on his face. Your eyes wander the secondhand copy of Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors again. 

“I haven’t even finished lesson number one yet," You point out, "And why not the cassette?” 

“Well, first of all, we’d have to unwrap it.” 

“Right.” 

“Second of all, there are some things that you just need to hear on vinyl.” He draws the record out, setting the record sleeve down on the counter and twirling the record in front of you. “So. Where can I pop this bad boy in?” 

--  

Eddie looks horrified at how dusty the turntable is. You don’t even know when it was last used—maybe a couple of the other employees used to use it now and again, but it’s been a long time since old Andrews cut their part time positions to give you a full time salary. 

“Oh, you poor thing,” Eddie gasps, crouching in front of it. “What has she done to you?” 

You roll your eyes, watching as he takes his bandana from his back pocket and carefully brush the dust away from each of the components. 

“You’re bein’ real tender with that record player, Munson.” 

“Well you need to be tender with a record player. Especially one as unloved as this. Why won’t ya love it?” 

“...Just play the damn record.” 

Eddie turns back to the turntable, gently lowering the record onto the platter. 

“Don’t listen to her, baby,” He coos to it, sweetly smoothing his long, ringed fingers over the dials. “We’ll show her, won’t we.” 

He drops the needle, then cranks up the volume. 

“Is this still part of my education?” You ask. 

“‘Course it is. It’s all in layers. You wanna really know the tree, ya gotta know its roots,” Eddie insists, turning and pushing himself up to sit on the counter.

“And what…tree are you showing me?” 

Eddie grins devilishly then, and you seem to know the answer. Before you can prod, and before he can confirm your suspicions, a burst of bright guitar and a steady, thumping beat fills the shop. 

I know there's nothin' to say

Someone has taken my place

When times go bad

When times go rough

Won't you lay me down in tall grass

And let me do my stuff

Your eyes lower to your book, but you find that you’re not really reading—you’re too busy listening to the lyrics. It’s another moment before you hear the hiss of paper against cardboard. You glance up, doing a double-take at the sight of Eddie holding a large, thin booklet up in front of his face, peering at you from over the top. You bite your lip, glancing down at your book. Then you pluck your bookmark out of the back and set it down on the counter. Eddie flips the booklet open, passing it over to you. You take hold of it, skimming the credits, then spotting the lyrics. 

After a moment, you see Eddie shift in your periphery. He reaches out, taking up your book, scanning the cover. It’s the same one that he threw into and then drew out of the dirt the night before. His eyes skim the title before he flips it open to the first page. You smile a little bit, lowering your head back to the lyrics for a moment. When you’ve read ahead enough, you turn the cover upside down, then flip it over, eyes skimming the photos of the back of the insert. 

They seem to be from recording sessions, concerts, their everyday lives. You bite your lip, turning the album cover over again.

“You like this?” You hear him ask.

You glance at Eddie at his question. 

“The music or the book?” 

“I can tell you like the music.” 

The assertion makes your chest well with bashfulness, and you shift in your seat. 

“The book, then?” You press. Eddie nods, legs swinging back and forth as he waits patiently for your answer. You shrug a little, eyeing the bookmark. You’re about halfway through. 

“I mean…So far, I’m um…Yeah. Yeah, I think so,” You nod. “You ever read it?” 

“Nah. I was supposed to,” Eddie admits, looking down at the book again. You smile a little. 

“So was Cliff.” 

“Oh yeah? Explains why my grades were so bad for that unit—I used to copy off’a his papers.” 

“Really?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Did you read anything in high school that you did like?” 

“Ah…Pffffff,” Eddie gazes upward, eyes narrowing as he seems to try and recall his reading lists. “Sherlock Holmes, that was pretty neat…Hamlet, I dug that one.” 

“Yeah?” You press. Eddie nods, tipping the book back and forth in his hands. “What’d you dig about it?” 

“The ghosts,” Eddie grins, “And the play—Like, the play in the play where they, like, trap the bad guy and shit. Fucking awesome. We did Romeo and Juliet, too, but like…Not as good.” 

“No?” 

“Nah. I mean it had some rad stuff, but Hamlet was better. I reread Hamlet a lot.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah.” Eddie’s head dips then, absently thumbing the pages. “I got held back senior year, like, twice.” 

You nod a little bit before offering a small shrug. “It happens.” 

Eddie seems to perk up at that, eyes darting to yours. 

“It happen to you?” 

You flounder. It's your turn to nervously eye the book, stomach flipping before you give a small shrug. 

“Not exactly.”

Eddie’s feet slow in their kicking before he lightly shifts one foot over, nudging your knee gently.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s just your music education that I’m concerned with.” 

-- 

You shouldn’t be so enamored with the sight of Eddie folded in half, peering under the hood of your car. He’s gone between your car and his van twice, coming back with tools and something that you don’t recognize. He grunts as he tries to pry something loose. 

“Can you come hold this?” He asks, holding out the flashlight. 

“Yeah! Yeah,” You hurry to his side, taking hold of it and shining it where he directs. “Can I, um…What are you doing?” 

“Replacing spark plugs.” 

“...Which does…?” 

“They ignite the combustion in your engine with, you know—a spark,” He smiles up at you. “Helps get the car started.”

Your mouth forms a small ‘o’ as Eddie ducks his head again. Then he leans back to show you the cap to the plug, the old spark plug, and his tools—a ratchet, a gapping tool, ring nose pliers, and a universal joint extension. You watch him work with steady care. 

“Why are you replacing that one?” 

“It’s cracked. Look, here at the ceramic,” He leans back, showing you the crack in the sparkplug, “See how it runs the whole length of the plug?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Well, when there’s a crack, the spark can misfire to the central electrode and not the ground electrode.” 

“And that’s…Bad.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie chuckles, pointing to the tip, “You want it to spark here. Anywhere else and it’s not going to ignite the fuel.” 

“So that’s why my car sputtered.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie nods, bowing over the hood again. You bite your lip, watching his steady, quick fingers. You’re a little rattled by the sight, and the way it makes your stomach flip. It’s another hour before Eddie is leaning back with a, “Hoo, boy. Alright, start her up.” 

You round to the car, climbing into the front seat and turning the key in the ignition. It’s just a second before the car is firing up. Your brows raise, and you can’t help but smile as Eddie closes the hood of your car, giving a little wiggle of his hips, and a fist pump. 

“Boom!” 

You chuckle softly, shutting your car down. 

“Thank you,” You say, climbing out of it. “What do I owe you for—” 

“Oh nah, don’t worry about it,” He shakes his head. And that’s sweet of him, but you can’t just send him off without some kind of thanks. 

“Are you hungry?” You ply. 

--  

Your eye keeps straying nervously from the stove to Eddie. He’s eyeing the posters and the pictures put up on your wall, looking at the books on your shelves and on the coffee table. You’ve never let anyone into your space like this—you’ve never had anyone to let into your space. You turn back to the food as you feel Eddie turning to look at you. 

“You’re not in your usual,” You comment as he wanders closer. 

“Huh?” 

“The uh—Your devil shirt…Thing.” 

“Ah.” 

“Is that the name of your band?” 

“What, Hellfire Club? Nah,” He smiles, leaning against the counter beside you, “That’s the uh—It’s a Dungeons and Dragons group. I used to be the Dungeon Master.”

“So why do you still wear the shirt?” 

“Because it’s a good shirt.” 

You chuckle, turning back to the food and pushing it around the pan, making sure it doesn’t burn. 

“Soooo,” Eddie leans closer, “What are we having?” 

“It’s just…Nothing fancy. I mean, I usually just throw things in a pan and push it around until it’s cooked.” 

“Well, whatever’s in there, it smells awesome.” 

You smile gratefully, glancing at Eddie to find him smiling widely at you. 

“You want something to drink? Beer or, water, something?” You offer. “Uhhh…Yeah. Yeah, I’ll take a beer.” 

-- 

You expect your evening with Eddie to end at dinner. Instead, you wind up on the couch with him, half a joint deep as you listen to the mixtape he made you. He’s shed his leather jacket and jean vest, leaving him in a long sleeve black shirt that clings to his arms in the most distracting way.

You’re a little surprised how easy the evening has felt, and how nice it feels to have someone in your home. Maybe it’s the weed. Maybe it’s the company, and the fact that you’re starting to get more and more comfortable with Eddie. Either way, you sit nestled against his side, his arm curled around your shoulders. Your eyes are set on a photo you ripped out of National Geographic and pinned to your wall. The article was about Río Azul, touted as the Lost City of the Maya. 

You let your eyes slip closed. Your body feels lighter than air. Every slight slip of Eddie’s fingers over your shoulders makes little goosebumps and sparks skitter up your arm. He turns his head a little, lips brushing your temple, and your heart skips a beat. 

“Do you like it?” He murmurs. It takes you a moment—you don’t know if he means the weed, or how close you are to him. And then it clicks that he means the music, the tape that he so painstakingly put together for you. Sure, not all of the it is something that you’ve gone out of your way to listen to before—in fact, none of it is. But the fact that Eddie’s gone out of his way to do so many things for you, things that you never asked for, makes your head feel like a helium balloon, bobbing and light. 

“Yeah,” You murmur in turn, tipping your head up a bit to look at him. As you move, his lips brush over the slope of your nose. You go still at the proximity. You can feel Eddie’s breath brushing against your lips. His dark, warm eyes sweep your face, your stomach flips as his gaze drops to and lingers on your mouth. It sends a dangerous bolt of want through you. You lower your gaze, swallowing thickly as you reach out, taking the lit joint from between his fingers and resting your head on his shoulder again, raising it to take another puff. Eddie clears his throat slightly. 

“You have any snacks?” He asks.

“Um…” You gaze toward the kitchen, wracking your brain as you raise the joint to your lips. “I don’t think so.” 

Eddie grunts, then shoves a hand into his pocket. You hear his fingers close around something crinkly before he draws them out, holding up a little plastic sleeve with brightly colored candy. 

“Want a chumball?” He offers. It makes you splutter smoke and cough, but you can’t stop giggling, your head tipping back against his shoulder. Eddie falls into laughter, whacking your shoulder and nodding to the water on your coffee table.

“Take a sip before you choke, jeez,” He laughs. You wobble, flailing to sit up, your giggles spurred further as Eddie lowers his hand to give you an assisting push at your lower back. You grasp the glass of water, swigging it and soothing your stinging throat. You cough a couple more times before you slouch back against him again. 

“Fuck,” You mumble.

“That a yes or no to the chumballs?” 

You glance over, smiling dopily as he shakes them. 

“Yeah, sure. What the fuck,” You agree, nodding and holding a hand out. Eddie raises the packet to his mouth, and you watch, mouth drying, as he rips it open with his teeth. He tips the bag into your hand, shaking a red one into your hand. You pluck it up with your other hand, holding it up in the dim light before you pop it between your lips. You glance back as Eddie pops a yellow one into his mouth before shoving the packet away again. 

“Which one’d you get?” You ask around the chumball. 

“Mmmm…Banana,” He answers, chumball clacking against his teeth. “You?” 

You swirl the chumball around in your mouth. 

“Cherry.” 

Eddie grunts, taking the joint and drawing from it. You arch your brows. 

“Is the chumball enhancing the flavor?” You ask dryly. Eddie seems to consider for a moment before he shakes his head, blowing the smoke out through his nose. 

“No. Not at all.” 

You collapse into giggles again, turning your head and lightly butting your forehead against his jaw. He chuckles in turn, blowing the last of the smoke from between his lips before he curls his arm around your shoulders again, pressing his face into your hair. You can more feel than hear him humming along to the music. 

“...What’s this one,” You mumble. 

“Paranoid,” Eddie murmurs, “Black Sabbath and Ozzy Osbourne. It’s the uh…They did it at LiveAid last year.” 

“...S’good.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Good glue.” 

“Great glue.” 

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[lsdunesarchive]

lsdunes: Old Wounds has been out for a month! Thank you for listening and loving it as much as we do. The exclusive 7” amber vinyls are almost gone so make sure to get yours now and celebrate Old Wounds all day today 🖤🌌🌵

(L.S. Dunes Instagram | September 22, 2023)

[c1tyhaunts]

—OC DETAILS MEME ;; @artmadc: 🎮 🖤 🤔 (terrah)

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc’s favorite hobbies? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone’s heart and/or broken someone’s trust? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc’s quirks/mannerisms?

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — I go into a deep dive of some of Terrah's hobbies here in an old post, but to highlight/revise the most important ones:

✦ PUZZLES / BOARD GAMES / CARD GAMES — whether it’s those physical puzzles where she has to manually figure out the solutions, jigsaw puzzles where she has to put a picture together, or crosswords/sudoku, Terrah is often going to choose something that's continuing to work her brain during her down time. ✦ Listening / Collecting Vinyl Records — Her stepfather got her into collecting records, where his old record player would be her temporary reprieve from a long day of private school reprimands and demands. After she married Vincent and was relegated to "Housewife Duties," she'd start collecting again and getting a more high-tech set ups, including headphones where she can lay on the couch and drift to sleep to her records. ✦ TINKERING / INVENTING — As the workaholic she is, she's always conceptualizing new projects as her pass time as well. She would go into her Computer Design programs to mock up the prototypes and then, if she has the time, she'll tinker with the mechanics at home. She does own a 3D printer as well, which allows her to invest into projects further.

🖤 BLACK HEART — By the law, she has technically not wounded anyone. However, the night where she had her eruption with Vincent, she did smash a lot of their personal property, including glass, that may have cut Vincent if she smashed it in his general direction. But, she never purposefully hurt anyone in that kind of way. (In alternate timelines/verses, she may have shot at Vincent at one point, and it's dependent if he was wounded/kill by said shot, but that's plot/verse dependent)

Now, in terms of broken hearts? Oh, Terrah has done that plenty, both intentionally and unintentionally. Because of Terrah's cold approach, she has cut ties with her curt words and it had lasting damage. From her sister, Taliah, to her childhood romance, even to Vincent, to some degree. While she'll never break someone's trust, she has purposefully said things to hurt others when she's defensive and it had clearly backfired in many, many ways (i.e. her sister cut her off, she never reunites with her 1st love, a 10+ year loveless marriage that ends in infidelity and destroyed property, some attributed to Vincent's carelessness and Terrah's coldness).

🤔 THINKING FACE — Some of Terrah's habits/quirks include:

✦ Humming — Terrah hums a lot when she's processing her thoughts, it can be a very low and steady one that most people won't hear unless they're close by, but it's noticeable. Sometimes she hums a small tune if she's working on something alone. ✦ Hair Tying — Most people can tell when Terrah's focused on work or projects when her hair is tied up in a high bun. That's when most people know that is NOT the best time to try to reach out to her. ✦ Staring & Listening — Homegirl stares a lot, to be honest. She's a big observer/listener type of person, typically not interjecting into the conversation until she feels as if she's gotten the full picture. Terrah often shows she's paying attention by staring actively at someone, attention not leaving the person unless they start to bore her or disrespect her. If she's not actively participating in the conversation or looking at the person she's talking to, she's prone to forget information because it doesn't matter afterward.

[sunsetdaydreamer]

OMG! L.A. Guns did a cover of Bringin' On The Heartache? I have not heard it! I will most definitely have to listen to it! I'll let you know when I do (I would just listen to it right now but don't have my earbuds with me 😩.) I'm sure I'll love it- I looove L.A. Guns 🖤.

Queen is in my top five bands. They were actually my first favorite band, and the band that introduced me to classic rock. I used to love them so much- I still do, of course. I heard about them from a friend who was obsessed, but I really had to discover them on my own before I realized how great they were. My friend is seeing them in concert in November and I am SO jealous, but I'm dealing with it...(😖). In no particular order, here are my top ten Queen songs- Fat Bottomed Girls, Dragon Attack, Somebody To Love, Bohemian Rhapsody, '39, In The Lap Of The Gods (original, not Revisited), The Prophet's Song, I Want It All, Stone Cold Crazy, and Killer Queen. I'd love to hear what some of your favorites by them are! 💛

Bringin' On The Heartache is probably my favorite cover song that L.A. Guns did. I think it's a good version. Fun fact, I actually heard the L.A. Guns cover first and thought it was THEIR song. Then I heard Def Leppard play it and I was like, oh cool, they covered L.A. Guns and then someone finally corrected me lol.

I'm jealous of your friend too 😫

Okay, so Queen is a big deal to me. They were my first poster and my first vinyl. I am absolutely obsessed with them and I have a MASSIVE crush on young Roger Taylor (especially 70s era ). My favorites are Killer Queen, In The Lap Of The God's, Drowse, March Of The Black Queen, White Queen (As It Began), I Want It All, I'm In Love With My Car, I'm going slightly Mad, Fat Bottomed Girls, and Bohemian Rhapsody. My top 3 are #1. I Want To Break Free, #2. A Kind Of Magic, #3. Radio Ga Ga.

I am MADLY in love with Queen ♡

[renedemarie82]

List your top 5 albums! What do you love about them? When did you first listen to them?

Ah! A very hard question but I will see what I come up with! (In no particular order)

- Exit by Tangerine Dream

An album I have on vinyl and thought I should mention since I think it’s the one I put on the most. I found this album while looking for the soundtrack to Risky Business which they also did. (I loooooove Love on A Real Train from that soundtrack)

- No Geography by the Chemical Brothers

I found this album during a time when I was obsessed with the movie Logans Run so it’s always been the alternative soundtrack in my head. The night I went through a breakup I listened to the album twice or more through the night while I was drawing, and I’ve found it’s my favorite album to listen to while I draw.

- Please Please Me by The Beatles

My sister and I know the words to every song on the album. The first time I drove on a long trip we blasted it via my car CD player (rip to that car) and it just kind of made an imprint on me as my favorite album by The Beatles

- Strawberry Switchblade by Strawberry Switchblade

It’s their only album so if you ever want to get into their discography that’s basically it. (Besides some unofficial stuff) I love their John Peel sessions that you can find on YouTube, but overall their songs really hit me with their anxious lyrics which I don’t usually grab onto. I discovered them on New Year’s Day nearly a year ago now when I found a sticker of them on Redbubble. Also their sense of style influences me constantly 🖤🤍

- Electric Café by Kraftwerk

Boing Boom Tschak is my constant internal dialogue. A blessing and a curse. I love old 3D animation (because Tron) so the music video by Rebecca Allen really resonated with me. I know the album doesn’t have a theme unlike most of Kraftwerk’s albums but I like the craziness of it all. I think I discovered this album because of someone on Twitter saying that the album came out when he was in middle school.

If anyone else wants to do some soul searching and pick their top five I highly recommend it! I call upon thee.

[loganlynn]

It’s GRAMMYs season and first round voting opened today! I’m pumped that SOFTCORE is on the ballot in 4 categories this year.

BEST MUSIC FILM - “SOFTCORE”

RECORD OF THE YEAR - “TO BE OF USE”

BEST ALTERNATIVE MUSIC ALBUM - “SOFTCORE”

BEST ALTERNATIVE MUSIC PERFORMANCE - “SOFTCORE”

To my fellow Recording Academy voting members, thank you in advance for your consideration. You can give all of the things a look and a listen at the link in my bio before you cast your vote. First round voting ends 10/15. 🖤

Click here to live forever: https://pocp.co/softcore