#sanders sides punk

[sunflowerpirateart]

AUAugust 2024, Day 3: Punk/Goth

[faulty-rob]

Virgil’s childhood- was interesting…. To say the least.

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

headcanon: virgil and remus as the emo & scene duo in high school

Fuck Y E S R E A L!!! Those two definitely make Kandi together <3

[tylernolbottle]

Virgil Sanders will make you feel dragxiety with their upcoming Drag Performamce

[your-fave-is-punk]

Janus from Sanders Sides is Punk!

[sandersontheside]

chemically unbalanced romance: a prinxiety playlist for late night emo pining

Track List: 1) The Only Exception, Paramore. 2) Break In, Halestorm. 3) Your Guardian Angel, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. 4) Always, Panic! At The Disco. 5) Sad Song (feat. Elena Coats), We The Kings. 6) Beautiful With You, Halestorm. 7) Come Down To Me, Saving Jane. 8) Complicated, Avril Lavigne. 9) Two Is Better Than One (feat. Taylor Swift), BOYS LIKE GIRLS. 10) Painting Flowers, All Time Low. 11) Ocean Avenue, Yellowcard. 12) My Heart, Paramore. 13) Summertime, My Chemical Romance. 14) Love Like Woe, The Ready Set. 15) I Love You, Avril Lavigne. 16) Only One, Yellowcard. 17) Fall For You, Secondhand Serenade. 18) I Miss You, blink-182. 19) Brighter, Paramore. 20) If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn, Sleeping With Sirens. 21) Alone Together, Fall Out Boy. 22) The Only Thing That Matters, blink-182. 23) Addicted, Simple Plan. 24) Stupid For You, Waterparks. 25) I Must Be Dreaming, The Maine. 26) All My Heart, Sleeping with Sirens. 27) The Drug In Me Is You, Falling In Reverse. 28) Favorite Record, Fall Out Boy. 29) Poprocks & Coke, Green Day. 30) Saving Grace, The Maine. 31) Say You Like Me, We The Kings. 32) Our Song, The Spill Canvas. 33) Listen to Your Heart, The Maine. 34) Pop Princess, The Click Five. 35) Things I'll Never Say, Avril Lavigne. 36) My Paper Heart, The All-American Rejects. 37) crushcrushcrush, Paramore. 38) A Love Like War (feat. Vic Fuentes), All Time Low. 39) The World Is Ugly, My Chemical Romance. 40) Smile, Avril Lavigne. 41) Under A Paper Moon, All Time Low. 42) I'd Do Anything, Simple Plan. 43) All I Need Is You, The Click Five. 44) Oh Love, Green Day. 45) Vicious Love (feat. Hayley Williams), New Found Glory.

[thecrowslullaby]

this was a spur of the moment doodle. but im really proud how it turned out

[moth-lace]

Emotional hardcore, or Emo, is a genre that was born from the hardcore movement. Like it's distant cousin, Punk, Emo is fast, brash and loud. Emo music can be generally described as "sad" or "depressing," with lyrics generally discussing the more upsetting aspects of life, such as loss, heartbreak, peer pressure, etc. in a confrontational way, hence the "emotional" label. 

Teenpunk, also colloquially called Pop-Punk Emo, is an aesthetic that was prevalent from the mid to late 2000s, although there has been a recent revival with the "Draculaura aesthetic." This aesthetic is heavily influenced by Pop-Punk music and consumerist culture surrounding Corporate Alternative fashion, including vendors like Hot Topic, Claire's, or Justice. Teenpunk is characterized by its colour palette involving black, white, and pink, and motifs involving "edgy" stuff that was popular among Alternative Millennials and Gen Z teenagers of the time, like colourful hair extensions, skulls, stars, checkerboard patterns, fishnets, Monster High dolls, etc. Like the term Pop-Punk Emo implies, it shares many similarities with the Emo subculture, but it is closer to pop culture and Pop-Punk music. Avril Lavigne is considered one of the pioneers of this aesthetic. 

Emocore is a type of post-hardcore, but more emotional and somewhat melodic. Also known as Revolution Summer or First Wave. Notable bands include Rites of Spring, Embrace (US), Moss Icon, Gray Matter, and Dag Nasty. This term was highly rejected by the band.

Often considered the more light-hearted, math-rock influenced variant of Emo, Midwest Emo tends to go for more of an Indie/Geek vibe than the darker, angsty Emo original recipe. 90s stuff is commonly known as Second Wave, and 10s or 20s - Fourth Wave or Midwestern Emo Revival.

Emo-Pop is a genre combining Emo and Pop-Punk. Emo-Pop features a music style with more concise songs and hook-filled choruses. Well known Emo-Pop bands are Fall Out Boy, Paramore, My Chemical Romance, and Panic! At The Disco. This music genre is not the same as Emocore. However, one can still identify as Emo if they tend to listen to more Emo Pop, since Emo-Pop is a type of emo music. Also known as Third Wave. 

Screamo (also referred to as Skramz) is an aggressive subgenre of Emocore that emerged in the early 1990s, emphasizing "willfully experimental dissonance and dynamics". Screamo is strongly influenced by hardcore punk and is characterized by the use of screamed vocals. Lyrical themes usually include emotional pain, death, romance, and human rights.

[ivnvnva]

Canon? Eh who cares. I want to see Remus and Janus mosh.

And other sides being On the metal show.

[naminethewriter]

Bullies and a Date

Day 5 of @intrulogicalweek and I have swapped out the prompt. I just don't vibe with drag guys, I don't know why. Just not my thing. So instead have some Nerd!Remus and Punk!Logan 💙💚

Masterpost | Intrulogical Week 23 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Remus gets bullied and gets unexpected help.

Content Warnings: Bullying, Flirting

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“You should have known better than cross my way, nerd.”

Remus had heard this spiel a hundred times before. It was boring him to tears, but he couldn't show that. It might earn him a black eye and his mom would kill him if he wasn’t presentable for the charity event she was hosting this weekend. So, he did his best to look properly scared by the two football players crowding him against his locker.

“At a loss for words, loser? Huh?” A push to his shoulder and Remus winced. “Say something!”

“Leave him alone, Jägerman,” a new voice spoke up from close by. Remus’ eyes widen as they fall onto Logan Croft. The senior looked almost bored as he watched the scene in front of him, his icy blue eyes piercing into the bully’s back.

With another shove, Remus is released, and his attacker turns around to face the newcomer.

“Fuck off, Croft. This is none of your business.”

“Maybe not, but I’m also not going to stand by and just let you do whatever you want.”

“You should though. ‘Cause I always to whatever I want. This is my turf, asshole,” Jägerman spat and advanced on Logan, who didn’t even flinch. Remus nervously chewed on his lower lip as he watched the scene, but the other footballer was still too close to him to make a run for it.

Not that he really wanted to. After all, he wasn’t about to abandon his helper.

“You are so very eloquent with your words,” Logan scoffed. “Don’t you have to get to remedial algebra? Or do you plan to fail the year so you can stay at school for a little longer and continue your power trip?”

“You really have some nerve to talk to me like this, punk,” Jägerman bit out between gritted teeth. He stepped into Logan’s personal space, crowding him, but the other didn’t react with more than a raised brow.

With an angry growl, Jägerman pulled back his fist and tried to ram it into Logan’s stomach but the other grabbed his arm tightly before he could do so.

“I know how to defend myself, Jägerman. And if you don’t want me to break your arm, you better leave right now.”

The bell rung. From where he was standing, Remus couldn’t see the quarterback’s face, but he was pretty sure that Jägerman must be looking furious. His back was shaking with barely controlled rage at least.

“This isn’t over, Croft,” he growled before pulling his arm free and stalking down the hallway, his buddy close behind. Remus watched him until he rounded a corner.

“Are you alright?”

Remus’ neck hurt after his head swirled around fast to face Logan, staring at him intently from only a few steps away. The punk was wearing his signature denim jacket with a collage of pins, combat boots, a long, dark blue skirt, a chain belt, a dark shirt with a red print, and a blue-striped tie that hung loosely around his neck.

Damn, he was hot.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Remus yelped. He reached up to nervously right his glasses and he could feel the flush spreading across his cheeks.

“Good.” The smile that appeared on Logan’s face was utterly unfair, Remus decided. How was he supposed to keep calm when he smiled like that? “See ya.”

“Wait!” he called, a little too loud considering Logan hadn’t even taken more than one step away from him. The punk froze, turning back to him with a raised brow. “Would you… Uhm…” He swallowed nervously. “Can I… I’d like to buy you a drink if you don’t mind.”

Logan’s eyebrow wandered even higher.

“That’s alright, I don’t need thank you gifts.”

“No, that’s not what I… Well, kind of, but I meant more like… like a date?” Remus was blushing hard by the end of it, but Logan didn’t look convinced.

“Look, I’m flattered, but just because I saved you once doesn’t mean that I—”

“That’s not why!” Remus cut him off. “I’ve had a crush on you for months.”

“Is that so?” He sounded amused and Remus almost pouted. Almost.

“Yes. At first, I was just admiring your style. If my mom wasn’t such an order fanatic, I’d wear stuff like that, too, but she’d lose her shit if she found anything like that in our house.” Remus’ cheeks felt like they were set aflame, but he couldn’t stop his rambling. “But on top of your clothes, you’re hot, smart and don’t take shit from anyone. It’s honestly kinda unfair how attractive you are.”

By the end of his speech, he was slightly out of breath. He hadn’t even noticed that Logan had come closer, now only an armlength away from him.

“You’re quite honest,” he smirked, leaning a bit closer.

Remus felt like his head might explode. “So I’ve been told. Though usually that’s seen as a bad thing.”

Logan just watched him for a moment before chuckling quietly.

“You know what? You’re quite intriguing. I’ll take you up on your offer. You got time after school?”

“Y-yeah! I’ve got a free period now and after that A-level physics, but after that I’m free.”

“Good. I’ll meet you at the main gate then.”

“Okay,” Remus squeaked. Logan smirked and then turned and walked away with a little wave.

Remus’ legs got weak. He actually managed to get a date with Logan Croft.

His brother’s gonna flip his lid.

[edupunkn00b]

Aaaahhhhhh! Look at this! Look, look, look!!! It’s here, it’s here, it’s here!

@typically-untypical, you are amazing!!

And @starshard17 your art literally made me cry!! 💚💚💚

[rauberrauber]

virge with different alt fashions ✨

trad goth / punk / western goth

[bl00dy-entity]

Friendly reminder if you are active at protests or riots, do NOT wear your binder.

We want you safe.

The Sides want you safe.

THOMAS wants you safe.

You need your ribs if you're going to punch Nazis.

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I stick by what I said earlier. Stronk farm emo break cityboy punk over he knee.

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R E A L and said cityboy Punk isn't even mad about it either

[mollycassmith]

Closer to Home, Far from Whole (part 1)

A/N: Here is the long promised rewrite of Closer to Home, and I am apologizing now for how long this has taken and how long things might go between updates. This is loosely based on @asofterfan‘s Punk AU, and I highly recommend you take a look at it. @karaidemon has also written some wonderful fics in the Punk AU, with her OC Annika that I just adore, that you should definitely go look at as well. Alright, on with the show!

CW: none that I'm aware of at the moment, but if please let me know if I need to change this!

Word count: 2046

Rose sat in her car for a few moments, staring out the windshield at the building in front of her. It had been five or so years since she was last there, and she was back, even if it was only temporary. She hadn’t told anyone she was coming back, why bother them when they have more important things to do. She violently shook her head, the purple fringe of her bangs falling into her eyes, giving her something else to focus on for a moment. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and climbed out of the car, heading for the front office. She felt uncomfortable and exposed in her grey slacks and green blouse, though her leather jacket helped to offset the discomfort. She glanced around as she entered the office, conscious of the way her shoes clicked against the tile.

“Oh, Miss Miller, you’re here!” Mrs. Starnes, the elderly receptionist, smiled. “Here is what Mr. Tucker left for you.” The woman handed over a thick folder and a set of keys as Rose nodded.

“Thank you, Mrs. Starnes,” she said, her voice sounding calmer than she felt. “I’ll head up to the classroom.”

“Do you need a guide?”

“No ma’am,” came the quick response before Rose promptly left. She was grateful that the old receptionist, who she honestly thought had retired after her class graduated, had not recognized her beyond the recent interview for the long-term substitute position, but she did not expect that to last. She headed up to the classroom, grateful for the silence in the halls as it gave her time to order her thoughts. She unlocked the room, frowning as she stepped inside. She set the folder and keys down, laying her jacket over the back of the rolling chair, and set to rearranging the classroom. Internally, she knew that the students would be confused, however, she needed something familiar, and since the classroom was effectively hers for the remainder of the semester, they would get over it. At least, she hoped they would. When she managed to get the room close to how she wanted it, to how she remembered it when she had been a student, she glanced at the clock, raising an eyebrow when she realized that she had not taken as much time as she had thought. She shook her head and looked over the lesson plans, making a mental list of how she might need to adjust for her personal teaching style, then logged into the computer, pulling up a file and setting it to print as she went into the chemical supply closet in the back of the room to pull out what the students would need, provided they got far enough with the day’s assignment. She made sure to set up multiple stations before placing the excess back in the supply room, making sure to lock the door, grabbing the papers from the printer and setting them by the door. She glanced at the clock again as she propped the door open, nodding to herself at the time, then set to writing a few things on the whiteboard behind the desk. Not long after she finished, students began to trickle in. Several of them did a double take when they realized the room had been rearranged, then moved to find a seat before having to backtrack and pick up a paper from the table by the door. Rose smiled to herself, waiting for the bell to ring before she closed the door. Moments later, as she was getting ready to address the class, she heard a student attempt to get in, only to find that the door was locked. She raised an eyebrow at them as she opened the door, letting him inside.

“What the hell is this?” the student snapped, shock on his face.

“Take a seat,” Rose stated simply, “and I will explain.” She moved to stand in front of the counter that extended off the desk, looking out at the students with a faint smile. “As many of you have probably guessed by now, I am most definitely not Mr. Tucker. He has decided to take a leave of absence for the remainder of the semester, to, in his own words, ‘preserve the last of my sanity.’” There were some looks and snickers passed among the students, but she ignored them. “Because of that, you all get to see me every day until Winter Break. My name is Miss Miller, and I look forward to teaching you.” She motioned to the stations behind the students. “You should have picked up the packet by the door on your way in. This is for me to get a grasp of where y’all are, as this assignment will use things you have already covered in class.” She gave them a slightly bigger smile. “So, grab a partner and get to work!” She moved behind her desk--she knew it wasn’t hers, but it was easier to think of as hers for the time being--and watched as the students began to pair off. She was happy to hear only minimal grumbling, as the first part of the assignment had them working through basic stoichiometry, balancing equations and calculating moles of reactants and products, before going into the actual experiment. A little over halfway through the class, the student who had arrived late started to argue with his partner.

“I don’t see why you can’t do everything, you’ve already done most of the work,” he told the girl, leaning against the table, his chin resting on his fist.

“I’m not going to do everything, Janus,” she snapped. “And if I do, I’ll tell the sub you did nothing. You’ll fail.”

“Even if she believes you, we’ll just have a new one tomorrow,” he scoffed. Rose silently moved over, having been helping a pair of students a few stations over, standing behind Janus.

“Like I stated at the beginning of the period, I am going to be your teacher until Winter Break, roughly two months,: she said calmly. “I do believe Miss Winters is correct in her assumption that this is graded on participation as well as the assignment. So, with that in mind, I would suggest actually working with your partner, Mr. Riley.” Janus spun on the stool to face her.

“You’re just a sub,” he hissed at her. “I don’t have to listen to you.” She calmly nodded and stepped to the side.

“Then leave my classroom.” Janus stood, grabbing his bag and moving towards the door.

“It’s not your classroom, and it never will be,” he snapped before exiting the classroom, slamming the door behind him. The room fell silent, all eyes on Rose, and she sighed.

“Get back to work,” she spoke, still watching the door. “Miss Winters, you can finish on your own or join another group.” She walked back to the desk and called the office, letting them know what had happened, and that Janus was probably wandering around the school. The period ended not long after the incident, and she wasn’t surprised to see that no one had reached the experiment portion of the packet. “Don’t worry, just bring the packets back tomorrow. I didn’t expect anyone to finish today,” she smiled before the students left. Second period started with the same speech and introduction, though that class went much smoother. Third period rolled around, and Rose had slipped her jacket on, having gotten a bit chilly towards the end of the prior period. She felt eyes on her as the students trickled in, and she glanced over to see two students, one with a shock of purple hair and a studded jacket, the other with a shock of blue hair and a blue tie, watching her. She tilted her head slightly, watching them for a moment before turning her gaze back to the rest of the class. She gave her instructions, reminding them that she did not expect them to finish that day, then let them get to work. She gave the students time to pair off and get started before she began to wander around the room. Sometime into the class, while her back was turned to roughly half the class, she heard the shutter sound from a phone’s camera, causing her to straighten up from where she had been helping a pair of students. She glanced behind her, frowning.

“While I don’t mind you using phones for music or calculators, I sincerely hope none of you are using it to cheat,” she stated. “Carry on.” With that, she went back to helping students. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the shutter sound was significant, but she tried to ignore it for the rest of the class period. As the bell rang for fourth period, and first lunch, she felt her phone vibrate with a text, or multiple, as the vibration started and stopped for a few moments. Once the vibration stopped, there came a knock at the door. She frowned. As she moved to open the door, she caught sight of a flash of pink through the window and sighed. “Dr. Picani,” she said, managing a faint smile as she opened the door. Emile Picani studied the young woman in front of him, noting the smile she gave him did not reach her eyes and she seemed stiff at the sight of him. “Come in.” She moved out of the way of the door, giving him space as he entered.

“It’s good to see you again, Rose,” he smiled, perching on the edge of a desk as she sat in the rolling chair. “Why didn’t you say you would be in town?” She shrugged, picking at a loose thread on the hem of her blouse.

“Didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” she replied, not looking at him. “It’s only til Winter Break anyways.” Emile frowned at that.

“What do you mean?” She looked up at him with a frown.

“Exactly what I said. The long-term substitute contract is up at Winter Break, so I’ll be leaving then.”

“Were you going to let us know you were in town?” She signed, rubbing a hand over her face.

“Maybe, eventually?” she told him, sounding drained. “I honestly have no idea, Dr. P.” He nodded at that. “Was there anything else you needed?”

“My office is always open, Rosie,” he told her. “And not just the one here.” He stood, seeing her nod at his words, and let himself out of the classroom. Rose watched him go, glancing at the time to see that she only had about ten minutes before her fourth period started. She decided against looking at her phone, knowing she wouldn’t be able to put on a good enough face for the students if she did. She did spend five minutes doing a simple meditation to clear her mind, allowing her to get back into the mental space for teaching.

The final three periods of the way passed with relative ease, though she did notice a pastel punk watching her during fourth period and a punk with red hair watching her during sixth. As she closed the door behind the last of her students, Rose’s mind went to the notifications she had gotten earlier in the day. She wasn’t sure if they were texts or not, but she had the time to check now that she had her conference period. She sat behind the desk, pulling her phone from her jacket pocket and checking the notifications. She winced as she saw the messages and opened the conversation, reading through the texts she’d been sent. Her eyes lingered on the last message.

Call me when you get a chance. Before school gets out. She did a mental check of herself, nodding slightly when she found she did have the energy for the conversation to be had. She put on a smile and pressed ‘call,’ only a small part of her wishing the call would go to voicemail. It rang once, twice, three times before the line was picked up. There was silence for a moment, and her smile slipped.

“Remy?” she asked.

“Rosie,” Remy said after a moment. “Why did I have to learn you were back in town from a picture?”

I am recycling the taglist from the old story, if anyone wishes to be removed, please let me know!

@asofterfan, @thebesttable, @rptheturk, @theinternethaslife, @wildhorsewolf, @puns-and-patton, @thenachoduckof-fandoms, @kanejandkruge, @the-homelessone, @grey-lysander, @confinesofpersonalknowledge, @coffeestudylive, @a-whole-lot-of-screaming, @the-straight-as-a-circle-girl,@anxie-teaa, @pinkeasteregg, @team-free-squiggle, @jamiecambrera, @nienna14

[betamash]

Hey folks! I redrew an Orange side design made by my friend @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat! You can find the original here.

I love the flames and scarring that oatmeal did, so I wanted to make them more prominent. Hope I did this justice! 🍊