#music fans band together

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

They would have made Xiao Xingchen pull the car over at least once an hour if they ever did a road trip together.

[satari-raine]

Finally sat down and listened to the new song. Silly words are here if you'd like to read (and more in the tags because yeah, and this has been edited since I posted, so apologies if it looks different from someone else's reblog), but no pressure. If you scroll on by, I hope you have a good day today.

I'm... surprised I'm happy? After hearing it. I think that's how I'm feeling, at least. It's not a giddiness or me jumping around in joy, but there's a kind of, um. Candlelight flicker among the darkness that was surrounding me as I was thinking about it? Like a light came on once I finally looked and checked it out for myself.

I'm unsure how to word it properly and I don't really know how to without going on a long-winded ramble, but I had some thoughts before I heard the song based on what people were saying, the anxieties I saw swirling about, thoughts of guilt and anger amongst the pointing fingers and the reality of what a sharp rise to fame can do to, well, anyone. I saw so many different opinions and I'm not here to dismiss any of them, or say one is wrong. Music is wonderful and powerful, loving and harsh, not just in its creation but in the context we give it. I don't want to dismiss anyone's thoughts here.

I just want to say that it's a song I'm glad exists. I'm glad he trusts people to hear it. That despite its content, or context - I don't want to comb through why it exists, or say I'm glad any negative things happened so the pain can produce more because that is the furthest thing from the truth for me.

Caramel is sweet as a concoction in it's nature. You can put things in it, like salt, to change the taste and make it more complex. And it can burn, scorch, and stick - it can make a right mess of a kitchen, of someone's clothes, hands. It's temperamental and not set in stone, at least not while you're stirring it in the pot. But it's not always a mess.

If you're patient with it and respect the process - and, in this case, that respect is to him and the others as performers and as people, as well as yourselves as fans of the music and individuals with flaws, personalities, all that makes people who they are - it might turn out okay, in the end.

I could be off with this, of course. I'm just glad the song exists.

Caramel takes time. And it's okay to have it salty, bitter, or sweet. There's times for all flavors and even if it isn't your preference for whatever reason, it's good to accept the choice and respect it. Respect the making of it and the one who spent hours of time and patience on it.

I'll end here to save my brain from spinning in circles. If you read any of this, thank you so much. I hope it made sense. Please take care of yourselves, everyone.

[aghostsnail]

And these

Since you like them 😼😼

I DO I DO I DO

[styxxsyringe]

the urge to make public character playlists for my little guys...

[mastersprogram]

BEETLEJUICE AS A TROLL 💜

I felt silly and wanted to join the trend of drawing A troll Sona BUT- I decided to Do Beej instead !!

[blue-eli]

Ink October day twenty-six: Share

To accord a share in (something) to another or others.

To divide and parcel out in shares; apportion.

[biillys]

band au where billy, eddie, and tommy are in a punk/metal/heavy rock band and are successful etc whatever anyway. Anyway.

the idea of them being interviewed and the interviewer asking tommy about his sexuality becos both billy and eddie are publicly bi

billy and eddie being like. hold the fuck up. u can't just ask someone that. but tommy, king of openness and honesty and also just a naive bitch, being like. i've been with my girl since seventh grade and i know she's it for me but like. guys are cool. can't confirm personally but guys are definitely cool. and being an awkward mess about it

the guys groaning and dropping their heads to their hands and jesus christ. shut the fuck up, man and the interviewer being like. so, bi?

tommy blushing like. aha ha ! when you put it like that !

them returning to the tour bus after and eddie being like. first of all that interviewer was a cunt for asking u that. second of all. [twirls hair] u can't confirm?

and billy cutting in like. we can help you confirm. we can 100% help you confirm. i already messaged carol and she's cool with it. said as long as we promised to return u in one piece, we can do whatever you want.

ANYWAY the idea of the guys having a threesome simply becos tommy's like. Well It'd Be Nice To Know For Sure. and billy and eddie giving him a night he'll never forget that bleeds into a morning he'll always remember

then the idea of someone bringing up that interview or asking tommy if he's Figured It Out Yet? and billy being like that's none of your fuckin' business only for tommy to jump in and be like oh i figured it out alright. i'm bi as FUCK.

and then all the fans and stans etc losing their minds on social media like what is THAT supposed to mean and why did billy and eddie fuck him so good that he said it like That

[thekidsare-not-alright]

it's funny when people are trying to put pete down by insulting his bass skills or whatever and they're like "he didn't even write fob's most iconic bassline!!!" (which I'm assuming is dance dance ig idk) and it's like. buddy, pal, friendofmine. sibling dearest. I'll do you one better: I can't name a bassline he has written.

great news! it doesn't matter. I'm not suggesting he's a good bassist either, because I've never really seen anything that really supports that idea. but he's not in the band to be the world's best bass player. it's a means to an end. he's a fantastic lyricist, he's a good frontman, and the three other members of fob wouldn't want to be in the band without him. I think that's all you could ever truly ask of him. nice try though

[trammellesstangent]

Why are all of the bands I am currently obsessed with not in my city? Or country even? Like I don’t care that you’re British, it’s only eighteen hours, get here right now. Oh, you’re touring in New York and New Jersey, would you mind adding an extra stop in Perth? I know you live on the other side of the continent and there’s nothing at all between here and Adelaide, but maybe it’s worth the trip because I will like it? Hello? Hello? Guess not then.

[akkivee]

still just like!!!!!!! bummed they didn’t get to play in a band together lol!!!!!!!

[radio-4-is-static]

「大団円 feat. ZORN」 Official Lyric Video – RADWIMPS

[dragonqueenbizawagi]

^me listening to playlists that remind me of my character. yeah that one I like

hey (wildeyed and covered in blood and viscera) thought about my character again. yeah the one i like

[enderon]

Ocasionally I suddenly remember that absolute mania that took hold of me when I watched Trolls: Band Together the first time and I ended up watching it 4 more times the same day.

Like, I had only casually enjoyed the other two movies before that and never seen the shows, but something about Band Together just absolutely grabbed my brain and wrung it dry.

[givemaycoffee]

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[cursingtoji]

cw: band au, rockstar!geto x groupie!gf, slight manipulation?, car sex, oral. a/n: geto deserves a loser gf too. gojo version nanami version toji version

geto who has a rock band and though they’re quite small they already have a #1 fan: you.

the band is all you talk about, going to the point of making your own shirts and posters, you doodle the bands logo everywhere and, most importantly you don't miss a single concert.

by the end of it you're waiting next to the back door of the pub when the band comes out, as soon as you see suguru you call his name extending your little gift bag.

"woah for me? thanks, doll." he takes your chin and gives your glossy lips a peck that makes your heartbeat spike up and your face warm up. geto fucking suguru just kissed you!

during all that week you were on cloud nine, so distracted and giggly.

of course geto notices you, always in the front row and ready to give the band some gifts, he sees how you try to dress up as one of them before they even realize they have a visual identity.

geto likes having fangirls, if anything that’s the best sign that the band is doing well. till that point he never considered engaging to one in a more intimate level. after all, women were never a problem for him, fans or not.

the problem is when they think more of the relationship than it really is. geto has always made sure they knew that sleeping together and treating them well was not synonymous to committed relationship.

because he already is committed. to his music. so after spending the whole day trying to come up with a new song so the band may finally have a complete album to present to a record, he takes a frustrated break picking up his phone and to his dismay only finding a long message about how he hurt someone’s feelings.

“oh for fucks sake” he lets his phone fall on the couch and take his keys, this is not a good week to quit smoking.

“geto?” he hears a small voice calling him after he leaves the convenience store with a very much needed cigarette on his lips and nicotine in his system.

“oh hey” he recognizes you by name and face.

“you’re using the lighter” you point out enthusiastically, that was a limited edition you bought and gifted him.

“that’s right, you bought me this, did i say thank you?” he’s genuinely wondering, your face heats remembering the kiss.

“i-its no big deal” you brush it off, since he doesn’t seem to be in a rush you start to babble about one specific song and everything you loved about it, knowing he was the composer.

“do wanna go to my place?” he says after quietly listening to your passionate thoughts. you think steam is about to come out of your ears at how hot your face got.

geto throws away what’s left of his cigarette and takes your hand, not really waiting for a response since the heart in your eyes is pretty obvious.

“you’re so cute” he says with his face mushed into your breasts as he guides your movements on his lap. you never guessed when you came out this morning you would be riding your favorite guitarist’s dick a few hours later, if you knew you probably would’ve put a sexier lingerie. not that he would care, by the way he pushed your bottoms down all at once he probably didn’t even know what color your underwear was.

geto pulled your hair tilting your head to meet his mouth, he devoured you so intensely, so overwhelming… you came not even needing your clit to be touched, just by having him inside you and breathing into your mouth like that was enough.

for suguru it was all a power trip, when he saw you after a concert he knew it wouldn’t take you much sweet talking to get you in his car.

he quickly mumbled an excuse to meet the band at the bar later and in just a few minutes he had you bobbing your head down his cock, “just like that, gorgeous, so good” his head is thrown back as he moans softly.

and as the band grew more popular and they had to travel to other cities to perform he would always count on you to meet him at his hotel room.

“geto~” you mewl his name as he eats your pussy from behind so lewdly.

from the very first time you knew it was over for every other guy the moment he touched you. no matter what anyone said about geto, that he was using you, he would never marry you, you didn’t care. you would be his devotee as long as he wanted.

and geto got all he wanted, a pretty little thing that didn’t complain or asked too many questions and best of all: that loved his music and understood his work.

“i know, you have to practice” you kiss him one last time before gathering your clothing from the floor, the hints of him not wanting to stay over were all memorized at this point, so you turn your back at him and make your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

but the usual sound of the door opening and closing never came, instead you saw him coming from behind to lace strong arms around your waist, “well maybe just tonight” he smells your hair and through the mirror he sees the tattoo bellow your belly button, just above the hem of your underwear. your prof of love: the logo of the band.

geto touches it and you giggle at the feathery feeling, like a tickle, he likes that sound. he likes you.

“i was thinking you should get another, right here” a finger caress your right ass cheek.

“the same one?” you ask confused.

“no, silly, something else” he gets down hands caressing your hips and kissing the extension of your butt, “my name.”

[myeyebagsaredesigner]

In which Jason is reconnecting with the bats and is forced to go to mandatory bonding sessions every week with each bat, one on one. Things like Dick forcing them to learn stunts, Damian dragging him to art lessons, just them making him do what they find interesting.

Then he reaches Tim’s day, and they meet at like a coffee place or something, and he's just kind of like:

Jason, awkwardly: "Soo, what do you like?"

Tim, just as awkward: "Uh, I listen to music a lot.."

Jason: "Yeah, same. I love Pierce the Ve-"

Tim: "P-Pierce the Veil? I LOVE Pierce the Veil!"

So, they initially create a Spotify playlist together, chill while listening to or talking about music and bands. They eventually decide to take guitar lessons together. Tim on lead guitar and Jason on chords, because his hands are too fucked up to have his fingers move that quickly with that much precision.

They start learning how to play their favorite songs and make a YouTube channel, posting covers of Pierce the Veil, Set It Off, Get Scared, occasionally Lorna Shore and Escape the Fate, etc.

They start to gain a steady stream of fans and start writing their own music to post, all on their set bonding day. Jason even starts cancelling other bats’ days to hang out with Tim to write music and fuck around at skate parks or something. They get gigs and whatever and have tons of fun.

The bats don't know about all this until they're sent a random location and time without explanation in the group chat. They gear up for a steak out or patrol or ambush or something and walk into this raggedy club about 10 minutes after the time to surveillance their surroundings.

They walk in to see Tim and Jason jumping around on stage in their punk outfits and spiked hair like a bunch of lunatics, Roy on drums behind them and they're screaming their hearts out while a mosh pit forms in the crowd.

They are very jealous that Tim has had such a great outcome from his set bonding day and try to create the same results. They do not try to connect with Jason’s interests, and instead push him more into their activities.

Jason does not like this, and ends up cancelling his bonding days. He and Tim get a shitty apartment together and rent out a studio for their music, and Tim is declared Jason’s favorite bat.

The others (mainly Dick) wallow in sadness at every Instagram post or dumb TikTok they make, and Tim and Jason are just having the time of their lives.