#maybe even rog + syd

[sydbarrettism]

u posted abt roger and david being able to get into a “mac and dennis move to the suburbs” kind of situation and i am just curious as to who u think fits as which character, if either can really fit into either character LOL

ROGER IS FIRMLY DENNIS IN MY MIND LIKE,, HE'S JUST SOOOO DENNIS-CORE TO ME.. we are not going to mention how dennis is my fav character and i really Really REALLY like roger. david is mac methinks but thinking more about it i can see other members having mac's role (maybe not nick he's too chill for that)

[lsd-astronaut]

write a fic sydger, please 😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏 I beg you, I implore you. I love your writings and i would like you to write sydger please ^_^

you shall get sydger bestie, tysm for liking my writings🥰🥰🥰

it’s the first time i write sydger🥺🥺🥺hope you like it

i also received your most recent ask and like idk if you want ANOTHER sydger fanfic but anyways i’ve already started this so yeah get two fanfics lmfao

Marriage Life

Pairing: Syd Barrett x Roger Waters

Disclaimer: let’s assume gay marriage and being gay overall wasn’t illegal in the 60s okay? okay.

The clock alarm went off, waking a disgruntled Roger up, who sleepily reached for the button that would make the blaring noise stop once and for all. Once silence filled the room again, Roger yawned and looked to the other side of his bed, not being surprised as he saw Syd holding on his waist for dear life. The younger man could sleep through a bomb exploding right besides him without even stirring.

Roger sighed and shook Syd a bit so he let go of him. The guitarist hummed in refusal and held on Roger even tighter. Now, he couldn’t have that. He really needed to go to the bathroom.

Shaking Syd a bit harder caused him to roll over and grab the blankets and cover himself with them, his mop of curls the only thing visible. All while asleep. Roger lifted his eyebrows in silent amazement but soon got up, put on his slippers and walked to the bathroom right at the end of the hallway.

After doing his business, Roger looked at himself in the mirror. He immediately brushed his neck with his fingertips, frowning at the purple marks littered all over it. Syd had gotten carried away again.

A noise behind him surprised him and he turned around. He looked at his husband stumbling in the bathroom, rubbing his eyes and yawning. The shorter man was too exhausted to notice Roger was right in front of him, bumping straight on his chest. The bassist chuckled as he saw the height gap between the two of them. It would never fail to surprise him just how short Syd truly was. Or maybe he was too tall.

Syd gave Roger a tired smile and went to hug him, his arms around Roger’s waist. The latter reciprocated, of course. He would never reject Syd’s affection; not even in his wildest dreams.

Right then, Syd moved his head up and pressed a kiss on Roger’s neck. Roger, however, pulled away a bit.

“Didn’t you have enough last night?”, he said with amusement in his voice.

Syd pouted and let go of him. “I thought you liked it when I bite you there,” he mumbled as he went to wash his face in the sink.

“Yeah, I love it, but not when we have to go to a studio session tomorrow. Look at this one! It looks like you punched me.”

“It will fade with time, Rog. Don’t fret too much about it.”

“Knowing you, you’ll just give me more tonight.”

At that moment, Syd looked up at the mirror. Roger noticed he his eyebrows were furrowed. Concerned, he touched his shoulder so he would turn around. When Syd’s eyes linked with his, he noticed the purple shadows under his brown eyes. Roger reached to touch Syd’s cheeks and rubbed them with his thumbs. The younger man closed his eyes and seemed to melt against his husband’s touch.

“Is it a bad day?”, Roger whispered.

At Syd’s nod, Roger frowned and pulled him into a hug. The younger man just let himself be hugged but didn’t hug back. He didn’t have the energy for that.

Roger helped Syd walk out the bathroom and go to the little living room where he sat in the couch.

“First of all, your antidepressants, Syd.” Roger took a pill out of the bottle and gave it to Syd before putting the bottle in a cabinet and locking it. They’d already had an incident where Syd’s depression got too much and he had overdosed on it. Thankfully, he had screamed for Roger who had come as fast as he could and called the ambulance immediately. That had been some years ago. The overwhelming pressure still weighed on Roger’s consciousness. What would have happened if he hadn’t been home? Would he have found his body unmoving on the floor?

Roger gulped and slammed the cabinet shut. Behind him, Syd swallowed the pill with the help of a glass of water. They both stayed in silence for what seemed eternity. The early morning rays of sun coming through the window and casting a cozy and warm light all over the living room snapped Roger back into reality.

“How about I make breakfast?”, Roger proposed.

Syd only nodded before standing up from the couch. Roger knew that was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment, but Syd’s depression had been way more manageable lately. At least, he acknowledged he couldn’t stay in bed all day, and just ignore his body needs like eating or drinking water.

As he watched Syd munch on the corner of one of his toasts with not much enthusiasm, Roger cleared his throat. When the younger man looked at him expectantly, Roger gave him a little smile.

“Did you know today is when we’ll get Frisky back from Rick’s house?”

Those words made their desired effect on Syd, as his eyes widened and visibly brightened. Roger really knew the best ways to cheer him up.

“But, first eat that. Then we can go.”

He had never seen Syd so happy as he rushed to finish his breakfast and rushed to get dressed.

Half an hour later, the two of them were sitting in Syd’s car. Roger was the one who drove it though. Syd didn’t even have a driving license. When Roger inquired him about the car, the guitarist just said it had been a purchase out of impulse.

Syd put on the radio and started tapping his hands on his legs like an excited kid. Roger was amazed at how much Syd loved his cat, Frisky. To be honest, that damn cat deserved a prize for making both of their lives easier by basically being Syd’s unofficial therapy animal.

When they reached Rick’s front door, Roger reached to touch the doorbell but was interrupted by Syd banging on the door.

“Rick, I want Frisky back!”, Syd shouted.

Roger went to stop Syd but the front door flew open, showing a Rick with disheveled hair.

“Can you two not make the neighbours think we’re bloody crazy?!”, the pianist said with a frantic voice. “Besides, isn’t it super early?”

“9am is not early-” Roger interrupted himself as he saw Syd trying to force his way into the appartment. “Syd, for the love of God, can’t you wait a second?”

“I want to see Frisky!”

Rick sighed and made space for Syd to come in. Roger came behind him and walked to the living room, accompanied by Rick. The two of them stopped in their tracks as they saw Syd sitting on the floor with Frisky on his lap. Syd was laughing as the cat rubbed his head on Syd’s chin. The older men smiled at the adorable scene, and let him be by himself for some minutes.

After saying goodbye to Rick, the couple went to the car again. Syd kept humming a little tune all the way home as he stroked Frisky’s head who happily purred as he nuzzled in Syd’s lap.

As Roger saw the glint of Syd’s wedding band on his right hand and his smile as he played with his, their, cat, he silently chuckled and looked forward again. They were going to be okay.

[chucklepea-hotpot]

That fluffy Sydger kiss or When will I stop being so paranoid about my writing

Roger can’t remember any moment in his life where he needed this more than now. Sleep. His eyes are heavy, he can basically feel them sliding over his eyeballs by themselves. But still his brain is awake and the energic sound of the rain drops crashing aggressively against the windows is not gonna change it.

It’s just a thunderstorm, you can deal with this, he says to himself as he tightens his grip around his pillow. He had already tried several times to cover his ears with it. Unsuccessful, of course. Maybe it is just so loud in his own head, Syd seems to sleep like a log. Or at least that is what Roger thinks according to the quiet snoring he hears through the loud sounds of the rain.

And then he heard it.

A thunder growl.

Again, he closes his eyes and tries to focus on other things. Usually he would run into his mother’s bedroom at moments like this, cuddle next to her and she would caress his hair soothingly. Bad thing for Roger that his mother is out of reach. But goddamn, he’s 21, can’t he be able to fall asleep without his mother by his side? A loud thunder and the sound of the rain banging angry against the window is the answer to this question.

He doesn’t even really know why thunderstorms scare him so much. It just had always been like this. The loud crashing and growling… Immediately he would wanna roll together like a cat and burst into tears.

Another thunder, louder this time. Roger’s chest grows tighter, breathing seems to be impossible for him. Is this a panic attack? He has to do something.

Breathing would be a good idea for first. Yes, breathing. Carefully he takes one deep breath after another, every time he inhales his eyes go shut, every time he exhales he opens them. The heart racing is still there just less present, unlike the ache that fills his whole body. He grabs his legs, pulls them close to his torso and hides his head under the covers.

Please stop, he begs. He doesn’t even know to whom.

But it doesn’t stop and the next thing Roger can remember is a lighting filling the room, a bellowing thunder, deep and belling, like hundreds of cymbals being crashed together, and louder than the others before and much more scaring, that draws a bloodcurdling scream from him and then…

Roger feels the soft carpet underneath him. His breath is quicker now and he feels tears forming in his eyes. Suddenly, steps of bare feet touching the ground.

A thin silhouette appears in front of him, but in the darkness of the room and through Roger’s blurred sight it’s impossible to recognise. The deep but yet so soft voice that whispers through the is too familiar to Roger to be not recognised.

“Roger? Rog, you alright?”

It’s Syd. And as much as Roger loves Syd being with Syd, he wishes that he wouldn’t be here now. Now, while he’s rolled up on the carpet literally balling his eyes out and that just because A STUPID THUNDERSTORM. What must Syd think of him? How pathetic he looks? How childish and hilarious he’s being? Roger digs his tear streamed face in the fluffy carpet. Maybe if he doesn’t move Syd’ll think he’s still asleep and just fell out of bed…

Next to him he feels Syd going down on his knees and stroking Roger’s hair, accidentally touching his moist cheek. What is he gonna do? Roger thinks, waiting for a reaction. Is he gonna laugh? Or rant about him, tell him that he should pull himself together and just go back to sleep? Roger isn’t sure if he would do that. It seems pretty un-Syd-ish.

He feels Syd placing gently kisses on his face. First all over his forehead, then down his nose and over his cheeks. Where Syd’s lips touched his skin, Roger feels heat coming up. Roger remembers that Syd’s mother used to do exactly the same with her son whenever he came home.

Roger also remembers that he always wanted someone to do that to him.

It isn’t like his own mother never showed her sons any affection, but compared to Mrs. Barrett’s ways, Mrs. Waters are more passive. She is the kind of mother who would make a sleeping bag out of the blanket of her son’s when they were already asleep, the one who would prepare them their favourite snack when she noticed that they were feeling downcast.

Anyway, Roger always wanted to be kissed like that.

And now, Syd’s lips kissing along his jawline, his hands with the long fingers caressing his hair, it feels like being a child again. Syd’s arms around him are making the tight feeling in his chest go away, being replaces by a warmer one. And at the latest as Syd’s lips meet Roger’s by accident - it was by accident, was it? - and Roger can hear both or their hearts taking the same rhythm, he knows that he is safe.

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

hii, i’m back!! i’ve been a bit busy haha bc on wednesday, i had to come back to uni (tiny bit of info about myself: i’m from spain and currently study in madrid✨). just imagine me going thru the bus station with my suitcase being heavy af (my arm was so sore lmao) to get another bus to my uni (three hours in total😩💔).

as for my fav PF songs, ummm

• The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn - Lucifer Sam (rog’s bass is bae🥰)

• A Saucerful Of Secrets - Let There Be More Light / Jugband Blues (the debut of david and the farewell of syd, talk about opposites lmao)

• More - Green Is The Colour (i also like A Spanish Piece but it makes me so uncomfy😫)

• Ummagumma - Grantchester Meadows (this is bc my best friend loves it and even tho i’m not a hardcore fan, it gives me good vibes)

• Atom Heart Mother - Summer ‘68 (we have an inside joke between my friends that rick is my biological grandpa and that he wrote this song for my grandma lmfao)

• Meddle - Echoes (i listened to this 4 times in a row during a rough patch and tbh it helped even tho i drove my family insane bc i blasted it)

• Obscured By Clouds - Wot’s… Uh The Deal (another comfort song uwu)

• The Dark Side Of The Moon - Us And Them (another comfort song!!!)

• Wish You Were Here - Wish You Were Here (it was my first PF album and i treasure it even if i don’t talk anymore with the guy who recommended it to me😌)

• Animals - Sheep (this album is my least fav but this song is the only one i can listen without getting bored)

• The Wall - Comfortably Numb / Young Lust / The Trial (my top 3 in no particular order bc i love all of them)

• The Final Cut - The Final Cut (there’s some amazing lyrics there)

• A Momentary Lapse Of Reason - Terminal Frost (bless rick for pulling this out)

• The Division Bell - Wearing The Inside Out (rick’s vocals >>>>>>)

• The Endless River - Things Left Unsaid (this whole album makes me cry lmao)

i think it’s so funny how your fav PF member is davide (i call him this as a joke btw but it’s easier for me to pronounce it like that) and my fav is rog lmao

as for a question… idk maybe do you like any other bands than PF?

~ Your SRS💕💕💕

Hello my dear Santa and sorry for the wait! Wow, Spain: I've been there twice in Barcelona (of course, all Italians go there sooner or later) and Girona. I loved it so much, I would like to go back there sooner or later. Ehehe, if we don't have the same favorite Floyd it's perfect so we can share them better! XD

I also like other mainly rock bands like Queen, Deep Purple, Bon Jovi, Led Zeppelin, Pearl Jam, Guns'n Roses...

What do you usually listen to? And what do you study?

Until next time!

[lsd-astronaut]

hey there alis, your secret santa here again! i hope you're having a lovely night/day!

i gotta ask; how did you get into pink floyd? curious to know your answer!

personally, i've only ever heard like, four songs from them and never sat through an album, so i would love to hear any album recs to start with if you got any! 😌😌😌

btw i love your tumblr user! as a bisexual, i can relate! 😂

ok so first of all, i was thinking about changing my username but i never came around to do it until now, which i can't do bc the whole secret santa thing😩😩😩

i'm fairly new in all the pink floyd stuff tbh. i started listening to WYWH and absolutely loved it, but then i got recommended Animals, which i personally don't like (even tho people say it's a masterpiece) and i stopped listening to them for five months (this was also caused by personal stuff with a guy that fucked me up).

then, on february 2021, i rediscovered them thanks to Paintbox (ty rick), which helped me go through a really rough patch in my life. and now i'm like this: having heard every album multiple times and owning so many vinyls and CDs.

but by no means i'm an expert on them!!

if you're new to their music, i'd recommend you to listen to WYWH first, as an intro. Then, maybe go to A Saucerful of Secrets or The Wall. The first one, if you want smth more psychedelic, and the latter if you want smth more modern sounding. Then, just go trying every album out! You can go to Syd's era or you can go to post Rog era.

another way to start listening to them, is also by listening to DSOTM, but it depends of the person!

💕💕💕💕