#something something indie sleaze

[caeliflammae]

“And when he came back to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.”

[alittlewoozyhere]

The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stallion shivering drums, clashed its harvest-moon cymbals, toothed its castanets, and throatily choked and sobbed its reeds, whistles, and baroque flutes. -Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

[seravph]

making a compilation of ‘indie sleaze’ movies/shows (mostly movies) bc i looooooove the vibe it is truly what i grew up on. however Letterboxd is not helping me compile anything bc nobody knows what indie sleaze is. so far i only have skins project x and the bling ring

[fkahejira]

2025 moodboard

[paperw0rmz]

The teacup set I found on the side of the road was wrapped in old obituaries

[3ffysc1gs]

it’s 4am and i’m falling asleep with my headphones in.

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

OK I take back everything I said about not seeing the indie sleaze revival - just got invited to a themed warehouse party so it's definitely fomenting among the hyper-hip crowd in my city

[flashboykiller94]

Theres too many fanfic posts and not enough aesthetic posts about Nathan Barley

[bitterrfruit]

he wakes you up

waking up hungover after letting a cocky scottish stranger spend the night. indie sleaze!Soap x reader, no cw. 1.4k words, mdni an: never posted a part 2 to my old fic trainspotting, but i wrote a good chunk of it. sleazy brow ring johnny is still close to my heart so i thought i'd share a bit of it <3

You wake up slowly, sweatily, mouth dry and fuzzy like you had swallowed a lump of cotton – so delirious, for a moment, that you expect to hear your mother calling for you to hurry up or you’ll miss the bus.  

No, instead, you hear the sparkling white noise of running water. Can’t be rain, because the sun beams brightly through your open window – directly onto your face, blinding you, sending you spinning as you tug your thin pillow and hold it over your head to shield yourself.  

Groaning, your brain throbs swollen and heavy, your skull an iron vice. You force yourself to sit upright, hoping your feet on the ground will calm the swelling nausea, turbulent in the pit of your stomach. It doesn’t.  

Bathroom. Bathroom.  

You leap out of bed, sprinting to the door of the Jack-and-Jill bathroom that separates your and Katie’s bedrooms. Throwing it open, you tumble to the toilet, hair unfortunately coating the toilet seat as your abdomen lurches noisily – tossing a pitiful spoonful of pink, cherry-flavoured vomit into the clear water with a foul splash. Ew.  

The shower is running, you realise, in the subsequent post-puke calm. You would have expected Katie to say something to your intrusion, but after a year of living together you have very few boundaries left. You wonder what time she might’ve come home during the night – suppose the bloke she went home with must have been a disappointment if she didn’t even stay till morning. No surprises there.  

You hear the thud of the shower lever and the water shuts off. After a few deep breaths, you build up the strength to apologise for barging in, sitting on your knees on the tiled floor.  

“Sorry – hic – couldn’t hold it in,” you burp, rubbing your forehead, tearing off a piece of loo paper to wipe your nose. “How was–” 

“Mornin’, hen,” comes the low voice of a man, tired and gravelly. “How ye feelin’?”  

Not fucking Katie.  

You cock your head back in shock, swiping your matted hair from your face, as your eyes shoot to the polyester shower curtain being tugged open with a screech.  

Hairy legs jut out from the cubicle, big feet land on the shaggy bathmat. Your eyes follow them upward, thick thighs, rippling muscle under a layer of flesh and furry skin. Until your stare hitches on the cock hanging brazenly from a fine carpet of brown curls – thick from base to tip, uncircumcised but its meaty pink head exposed, a hefty vein running down the length of it. Looks heavy even soft.  

You choke on any words you might be able to utter – jumping from shock, to fear, to awe, back to confusion. Who… 

“Eyes up here, bunny.” He teases you, that gruff voice barely familiar.  

A response suddenly comes to you, remembering it vaguely, and your lips form the words as if it were a realisation.  

“They’re just as pretty,” you croak, staring into the void of space before you finally glance at the man’s face.  

The shaven head, the brow ring, the glint of that golden tooth sparkling from the cocky smile that puckers dimples into his cheeks – now, yes, you somewhat remember him.  

“Ah, good. Y’do remember.”  

Suddenly humiliated, realising how much of a fucking mess you must be – you look down at yourself, seeing your vastly oversized Strokes band tee that you do not remember putting on. Nor do you remember getting out of the miniscule body suit you had worn to the party, nor peeling off the fishnets that had been flossing you from front to back for the duration of the blurry evening.  

There’s probably makeup smudged into racoon-like circles around your eyes, there must be smears of your pink lip-gloss in the corners of your mouth. If you weren't so ill, you'd run and hide from him.

“Did I-” you stammer aloud, attempting to connect the dots. “Were you at the party?”  

He tuts, huffing disappointedly, as he reaches for the yellow floral towel hanging on the rail. Katie’s towel.  

“Och, dear,” he grunts facetiously, as he rubs it vigorously over his head, patting under his chin, chest, arms. Doesn’t seem to bother asking as he uses it to dry his balls, mammoth dick flopping around shamelessly as he does so. Your cheeks burn pink.  

“You weren’t?”  

“If I’m honest, hen,” he remarks, as he ties the towel nonchalantly around his hips, tucks it in just above his mound. Still brandishes that happy trail, and the sharp angled creases below his abs that carve from his hips to his cock. “Ye got me feelin’ a bit guilty.”  

“Why?” You swallow, doing your best to stop ogling him like a little animal.  “Did we…”  

He snorts. “You wish.”  

You frown, suddenly failing to suppress the admonishing smirk that curls in your lips. “We didn’t do anything?”  

He shrugs, rubbing the top of his buzzed head with his palm. “We had a wee bit o’fun,” he admits, a twinge of shame in his rumbling throat, “but no, nothing too regrettable.”  

You find yourself weirdly disappointed. “Why not?”  

And your slightly dissatisfied query seems to lift some weight from his shoulders, he returns with a grin. “You were a bit steamed, hen,” he says. “would’ve been dodgy of me to stick it in ye while y’were like that, eh?”  

“Mm,” you nod, concealing your chagrin, the memory of running into him on the road suddenly flies back to you, colliding with you like a slap.  

A complete stranger. Naked (mostly) in your bathroom.  

“Didn’t expect you’d be such a gentleman,” you gripe, a tad facetious. 

He smiles. “Disappointed, are ye?” He jibes, tilting his head. “Y’were definitely disappointed last night. Poor wee thing. Got all whiney.”  

You flush hot as that memory slithers back to you, too. Cheeks aren’t the only thing that burn at the thought. You suddenly harken back to the weight of his palm on your cunt, the mocking pressure of the heel of his palm grinding against your clit. Your stomach drops at the memory. 

“Did not,” you murmur.  

“Uh-huh,” he chuckles at you, sauntering in your direction, he holds out a hand for you. You smile bashfully as you take it, and he lifts you to your feet so deftly you’re almost lifted into the air. “Feelin’ alright?” 

You’re a little dizzy after standing so quick, you blink heavily as you swallow. “Mm. Been better,” you huff, “I probably look like shit.”  

He frowns at that, tutting in disapproval as his raffish eyes linger on your lips – you lick them, worried there might be a speck of residual puke in the corner of your mouth.  

“Ye’re havin’ me on,” he chides, disapproval in his tone.  

“Am I?” You groan, wiping under your eyes with your fingertips in the hopes of swiping away some running makeup.  

He shakes his head. “Far too pretty to be talkin’ like that, bunny.” 

With a grimace, then a snicker, you glance downward at the chipped pink glitter on your toenails. “That’s nice, but–” 

“Psh,” he immediately cuts you off. “Don’t y’believe me?”  

Reeling in awkward embarrassment, you cross your arms, digging nails into your biceps as you look everywhere but him. Through a strained chuckle, you answer, “Not really.” 

His attention is almost intimidating; an unwavering, low-lidded glare as a smirk tugs in his lips. Tucks a hooked finger under your chin, coaxing your head to lift just slightly enough to look along your nose at him.  

From his throat, he rumbles, 

“Need me to show ye how pretty y’are, hen?” 

Your skin turns molten, glowing and pliant, eyes glossy and eager as you stare up at him through clumped lashes. He simply wears that snide little grin, proud of himself, only growing prouder as he notices how flustered he’s made you. Fuck! 

Lips part to let words free but they turn sticky on your tongue, and he brushes your chin with his thumb.  

“Look at’cha,” he sneers, letting go of your face; using the tip of his thick finger to sweep a rogue hair from your forehead with a gentleness that you’re earnestly surprised he’s capable of. His tenderness is fleeting, though, because he chuckles; “Too easy.”  

Jaw agape, you only laugh as you cover your eyes with your palms. “God, you’re such a dickhead.”  

He hums, a giggle, swaggering around you before swinging a quick smack on your ass, making you yip – casual and in passing, such a brash show of lude badinage that you can only gawk at him as he wanders into your room.  

“S’why you invited me in, in’t it?”  

Crossing your arms, you follow him sheepishly, squinting as you step into morning sunlight. “I don’t think I can remember why I invited you in, to be honest.”  

“Mm, well,” he grumbles, “I’ll have t’remind ye, won’t I?”

[jsuschrst2005]

“do you think that i’ve

forgotten?” ⋆⭒˚.⋆

schlatt x reader fanfic

a/n: pt. 2 to my about you series!!! i hope you all enjoy <3 sorry it took so long for me to finish! expect pt. 3 in the coming weeks :3

it’s not like you DIDN’T give a fuck about meeting schlatt…

it’s just, you were very busy, the both of you were, and perhaps you may have forgotten.

working in Manhattan meant one of many things, you were close to central park, but also all of the cute pinterest coffee shops you could visit during your lunch.

and if spending $20 on an overpriced latte and some avocado toast meant you had something cute to post on instagram, then why the hell not?

finally: 12:30, you had an hour of unpaid time all to yourself. your headphones were blasting some shitty indie sleaze playlist. the streets were offly quiet for a Thursday, maybe it was the weather.

the clouds were dray, and it smelled of fresh rain. nothing a hot coffee and a plate of sickeningly sweet pancakes couldn’t fix. so you made your way to your favorite brunch spot, mindlessly texting your best friend, asking if she wanted to come. she couldn’t.

you entered the restaurant, you’d been coming here for a comforting meal with you friends for the past few months. the place was grungy, the type of place that would’ve been all the rage on tumblr in 2014, brick walls and lights hanging from the ceilings.

you were sitting at a table, cozy and in the corner, next to the window so you could watch the rain fall.

you had ordered a cup of black coffee, which had already arrived, warm in your hands. an order of french toast would be arriving soon as well.

you hadn't noticed Him.

you’d decided on a whim to bring your computer along with you. your eyes were clouded away as you typed away, answering emails and filling out completion forms that we’re basically useless.

and maybe... watching a few youtube videos.

“are you stalking me now?”

your head shot up at the voice you’d recognize anywhere. you looked up, schlatt was staring down at you with some kind of evil grin on his face.

you flushed softly, almost embarrassed, feeling like you were caught even though realistically you’d been first at the restaurant anyway.

“didnt you just walk in? if anything, you're stalking ME.”

he rolled his eyes but chuckled softly, crossing his arms.

“yeah yeah, i guess i shouldn’t accuse my fans of stalking me.”

“exactly, now will i be getting an apology or?” he leaned back on his footing, his eyes studying you before your waiter came up behind him.

“i have your french toast-” he set it down before noticing schlatt. “will there be two of you today?”

“oh, no i’m just-” schlatt started, but what shortly cut off by the other man;

“i'll be right back with your menu.” to which he quickly left. schlatt stood awkwardly for the next few moments, before clearing his throat;

“can i?” he motioned to the chair across from you. you nodded quickly, trying not to come off as eager, but evidently failing. he sat down, messing with his hands for a moment before attempting some kind of conversation.

“so uh- watchu doin there?” he leaned his head on his hand, looking at your sticker covered computer that sat in front of him. his persona was lazily pieced together, but so far it was failing, his genuine curiosity complacent in his parasocialness.

“eating” you said, with a mouthful of sweet french toast.

he scoffed and rolled his eyes, a small smile playing at the edge of his lips. “well, obviously.”

“i’m just working… you know.” you said as you mindlessly closed the sleep deprived video that was paused on your computer.

“working huh?” he raised his eyebrows.

“yeah…” you looked at him, he looked down for a moment.

“you have syrup on your face.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

you reached for your napkin, wiping the sticky substance from your face. the situation you were in was awkward, bordering on uncomfortable, you could see the way he shifted in his seat, obviously not expecting this to happen when he went out for lunch.

your waiter came back, and you zoned out for a moment as he ordered his food, when you looked back up, he was gone. you cleared your throat: “is this your first time here?”

“at Muds?” you nod your head, “no, it isn’t my first time, i like coming in when i can, the atmosphere is nice… and no one ever bothers me” your eyes widened slowly; he grunted: “not that you’re bothering me…”

his food arrived and you were both whisked away into your own little worlds. you’d closed your laptop and focused on the sickeningly sweet french toast in front of you, he slowly sipped his water, and bit into his sandwich.

it felt domestic, warm. the conversations ended there and as you finished your food. from your peripheral vision you noticed how he slipped your waiter his card; “you don't have to do that-”

“s the least i can do.” he shrugged it off and signed the check, “thanks for the meal.” he casually walked out of the restaurant, his eyes meeting yours one last time from the window.

you sat there dumbfounded, confused at the situation from the get go, you pulled your phone out.

you were already 10 minutes late from your lunch break, frantically packing your things into your bag and rushing out of the cafe, you wondered what the hell you were going to tell your roommate later.

[calitears]

sessions

3. turn it up!

story masterlist

tw/notes: cussing, drinking, slightly offensive jokes, small tiny manga spoilers (?) (it just mentions two characters who haven’t appeared in the anime yet doesn’t spoil the plot or anything)

as far as you knew, toge, panda, and yuji had stayed downstairs playing rounds of beer pong while you happily went with nobara upstairs. however it seemed god was on your side today as megumi tagged along behind you two, for whatever reason. you heard him mumbling under his breath something about not liking the taste of beer or even the actual game, but the reason seemed unimportant now as he sat next to you, alone, after nobara ran off saying she was going to go get another friend of theirs or something like that.

usually you’d be able to strike up a conversation, however you felt rather awkward as megumi seemed distracted on his phone, furrowing his brow slightly, typing away against the screen.

what could you ask him? his hobbies? what his favorite movie was? wait, didn’t yuta say something about them being in the same class? finally after another minute, he put his phone away and sighed, looking up ahead of him.

oh what the hell was there to lose, if you failed miserably you’d probably never have to directly meet him again anyway.

as you spoke up, you smiled slightly at the way his attention almost immediately turned to you.

“so… what do you do?” well you had a good chance, maybe, but what the hell type of question was that to start off with?

“what do i… do? like… job wise?” he questioned, a slight pout on his lip, but maybe they were just naturally like that.

“yeah.”

he shrugged slightly, before leaning back further into the couch, “i make music, go to college, have a job on the side too…”

“oh, cool- wait you made that song with yuji right?”

he internally cringed “no. don’t bring that up.”

you almost laughed at the way his expression soured almost immediately just by mentioning it.

“it wasn’t that bad…”

“you don’t have to spare me. don’t lie to my face, i know it was horrendous.”

“well… i haven’t heard any of your other stuff, but i’m sure you were just being nice to yuji to let him… y’know… on one of your instrumentals.”

“well i need to redeem myself then, i can’t have that as your only impression of my music.”

“y’know… we should trade…”

“trade?”

“i listen to yours, and you listen to mine…”

he seemed to think about something for a moment, before letting out a small huff.

“…and if i already listened to yours?”

now that caught you off guard.

“you have?”

he shifted slightly in his seat, and you could’ve sworn he leaned in closer, even by just an inch.

“yeah… actually got curious from yuji’s post with you. it’s pretty good just… it’s not usually the type i’d listen to, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

smiling at him, you moved closer, yet he didn’t seem to move back at all, mostly just seeming amused. “oh, so you’re not into ‘pink princess pilates’ music?”

he scoffed, a small smirk forming on his face, “what type of ai generated spotify wrapped thing is that?”

“that’s exactly where i got it from actually, was one of my genres…”

“well… at least it sounds cute, i think it’s ‘fitting’, i got grouped into something called ‘abstract indie sleaze soundtrack moment’.”

“the hell does that even mean? sounds like a red flag honestly, maybe i should stop talking to you hear…”

“not gonna give me a chance then? thought yuji said you were into me?”

“oh my god did he seriously say that- can’t he keep a secret?”

he was about to respond, his expression still slightly playful until suddenly a voice cut in, and you saw a girl jump into the empty space next to him, sitting down. “fushiguro! it’s been too long!” she exclaimed. megumi seemed startled at first, but relaxed after another moment. “oh… hey hana.”

“i missed you- where have you been recently?” she continued, seemingly wanting to reach out and touch him, but hesitant to.

“just busy… work… college and stuff.” he replied, about to turn back to you to introduce you to what you hoped was just his friend, that is until yuji and nobara seemed to have finally caught up with you guys again. before you even got the chance to say goodbye to him, yuji was pulling you off the couch and dragging you away from the group.

“y/n real quick- sorry- but pleaseeee you need to dj for us or something- just for like half an hour at least!! you need to show off against this asshole!”

no context whatsoever to what was happening, you couldn’t even reject yuji’s offer as he basically dragged you towards the music booth.

outside the studio…

sigh… guys i don’t hate hana i actually think she’s a cutie and love her but i had to bring someone into that role… 😥😓😪

yuji such a feminist wanted to prove some guy who was drunkly babbling on about #womeninmusic wrong accidentally crashed the moment

y/n texted maki a sc of megumi’s instagram and she put two and two together immediately

megumi was actually just writing down a reminder to get in contact with y/n but nobara wanted to push him

idk why the gif drops qualities every time i use one hope it doesn’t bother anyone 💔💔💔

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[breakdownsbuttlights]

What’s everyone’s taste in music?

Rodimus: whatever was popular 15-20 years ago. It's a moving target. Currently, he is coordinating his knee high socks and terrycloth headbands with a firm belief that indie sleaze was a real genre.

Prowl: girl pop

Chromedome: upsetting beep boop music, such as 90s Aphex Twin.

Rewind: k-pop

Cyclonus: 17th century tavern songs

Tailgate: I'm not sure, but something rubbish.

Ratchet: 70s prog rock as well as your more run of the mill stadium rock.

Drift: is a bit of a chameleon. Likes whatever you like. In truth he's indifferent to music, despite having an excellent singing voice. Prefers silence.

Mesothulas: DO YOU EVEN NEED TO ASK

[sugardolle]

guide to: the cashmere bunny aes ! ❤︎

what is the cashmere bunny aesthetic . . . the cashmere bunny aesthetic is curated by me inspired by the iconic shade ‘cashmere bunny’ from the too faced natural eyes palette. i found this fitting because the style is sexy, sweet and everything in between.

the idea became to life from my pinterest board named ‘ws, bunny’. WS being a fibre code name for cashmere. and as i added things to the board i realized, wow this really sits right in my heart, i really love it. don’t we love creating pretty names for our aesthetics? ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

my personality type . . . i’m very shy, kind, and soft spoken. always getting the ‘sweetheart doll’ or the ‘lover doll’ in virgodoll’s personality quiz. i even tried to twist and turn the answers to my liking that still resonated with my heart but the results were the same every single time. i love video vixens and the aesthetic, but to be a video vixen you have to be one at heart just like any other form of expression, personality included. so this is how my aesthetic came to be something sexy, but also something sweet just like my personality. without being too much of an uncanny shock factor when showing up.

my muses . . . for this aesthetic i found that on my pinterest boards rihanna, zahia dehar, laura gemser, pamela anderson, cassie, and naomi campbell ran throughout it just to name a few. it may seem like an odd combination however their ability to conform in and out of sexiness but also fresh lovely visuals resonated with me for this style.

cashmere bunny consists of ❤︎ sweet, lactic, powdery gourmand scents that seeps deep into the skin— just like the chocolaty coconut smell of the natural eyes palette. on night outs she keeps that base with a hint of woody musk. and instead of strong florals she prefers groundy leafy florals, and candied fruit notes especially when in nature or in tropics. pure syrupy goodness.

to name a few scents: juicy couture sucré, valentino voce viva, bianco latte, miimmiic 99, sticky dates, melanie martinez crybaby, burberry her, gucci bloom, marc jacob daisy dreams, jimmy choo blossom, and sol de janeiro 48.

coloring and jewelry . . . i was never a big fan of gold but ever since i’ve found more and more inspiration i’ve been drawn to a muted, soft gold more so for bangles and bracelets. slowly becoming a fan of jewelry mixing colors because silver is my fav. soft pinks are still in but also deep apple reds, pale yellows, soft powdery baby blues, nudes, and neutrals.

essences & esque ❤︎ 、bikini car washing, adam and eve garden paintings, frills, french tips, tigers, red gingham, nicki’s va va voom music video, tight black and nude pieces, warm body shimmer, caramelized sugars, cool nude lips, cleavage, large black shades, bandeau bikinis, leg warmers, silk, avatar, fluffy doll lashes, tuscan homes, smokey eyes, golden hour on the beach. .

i’m so happy to start building my closet and documenting this journey on finding myself through my aesthetic that i curated myself!

when it comes to me as an individual, my overall vibe has no limits i love hyperfemininity and things that are pleasing to the eye. which you can see on my account— bling, pink, and lace. but i also enjoy things like indie sleaze or the recent uprise of balenciega and roberto cavalli archive fashion. so i wouldn’t put myself in a box, and im still finding what it is that i specifically want to display, and play around with things! however this style that i named ‘cashmere bunny’ resonates perfectly in my heart, because it just makes sense.

xo, sugardolle 🐈‍⬛

[ktlnz]

a while ago I watched way too many “styling this 2000s cartoon live action” videos and and made an attempt to do my take on an ACTUALLY STYLISH potential huntik one lmao. I tried to search for options outside of my comfort zone and opt for something else rather than my usual “late 2010s casualwear”

the first outfit was supposed to be more of a civilian form, and the second one something more practical to wear on a mission (they’re probably even less wearable in practice, but you get the idea):

🦎 for zhalia I went for something like idk indie sleaz meets techwear?? think 2000s diesel or guess kinda looks mixed with gear attire for this $exy gloomy lady working full time for a magical organization and barely having any civilian life at all effect

🎀 sophie was so much fun to work on. her original looks are so creative and diverse and I think I actually stayed truer to her canon self here than usual. it’s like full on maximalistic coquette with clashing patterns and out there silhouettes and it works somehow??

I’d love to do the rest of the team, too, but a) I’m not that good with masc styles b) tbh the original offers so little, too? I’ve started planning a moodboard for lok, but for dante I don’t even know where to start… if you have any ideas for them, I’m here for it!

[bedforddanes75]

my ratings of all the songs here. im very negative and a hater maybe

360 - maybe 6/10? its good and i like it i just wouldnt go out of my way to tell people about it or play it, usually skipped

club classics - 7/10 i think, its good but idk i think that weird buildup near the end takes away from that minimalistic sound that makes good electronic music sound as good as it does, takes from the impact

sympathy is a knife - 3/10 i just dont like ariana grande and its sooo forgettable. dont like either of their voices actually and its pmo thinking about it. i am a negative nancy

i might say something stupid - 9/10 i dont know it just works really well and im biased towards them and I Enjoy

talk talk - 8/10 id say 9 or 10 but again the way theres that gap before troye starts on the chorus ??? RUINS IT omfg

von dutch - 6/10 maybe 7 idk its good but again i dont usually go out of my way to speak about it or play it, has been removed from my playlist So

everything is romantic - 4/10 genuinely just forgettable and idk if carolines voice works all that well on this ?? not sure why but it just doesnt . appeal to me. i think she sounds too light for it?

rewind - 6/10 but lowkey i domt remember it at all so maybe its a 4 idk. forgettable again but not unreasonably bad

so i - 6/10 maybe 7 i really like it but idk it just sounds like they recorded what he did for this at the boiler room set and cleaned it up a bit and released it like that. its good but i think it works better as a dj set know what i mean. i also think it feels kinda random but then again it IS ag cook so

girl so confusing - 6/10 i like it but oh good fucking lord i do NOT LIKE LORDES VOICE i just dont get it okay. if she wasnt lorde youd all fucking hate her for singing in cursive but because its her ?? its fine ?? i dont LIKE IT

apple - 5/10 for real just forgettable and again idk if their sounds work very well together. idk. i dont remember it and that means it Cannot be that good

mean girls - 4/10 i just dont like his voice. it sounds weird. idgaf if hes some club wonder and a staple in the indie sleaze scene or whatever you all fucking say he is just BAD ON THIS

i think about it all the time - 0/10 you dont get an explanation other than i fucking hate bon ivers voice it is disgusting

365 - 9/10 i looove but i lowk dont like shygirls voice all that much

guess - 6/10 would be sooo much higher if billie wasnt fighting for her life to sound as quiet as she fucking can. speak UP or im gonna hang you with your vocal chords

[cherrygirlystuff]

Grunge Gatherings: Your Guide to Indie Sleaze Socials

Hey babe! 🌸 Ready to throw it back to those epic indie sleaze gatherings that defined a generation? Welcome to Grunge Gatherings, where we’re diving into the social side of the indie sleaze scene. From house parties and underground gigs to DIY events and everything in between, we’ve got all the tips and outfit guides you need to host a gathering that’s straight-up legendary. So grab your friends, crank up the tunes, and let’s get this party started! 🎉🎸

Grunge Gatherings: Bringing the Indie Sleaze Vibe to Your Social Life 🌟

The indie sleaze scene wasn’t just about the music or the fashion—it was about the community, the connections, and the unforgettable nights spent with friends. Whether you’re planning a chill house party, an underground gig, or a spontaneous get-together, nailing the indie sleaze vibe is all about creating a space where everyone feels free to be themselves. Ready to dive in? Let’s break it down!

1. House Parties: The Heart of Indie Sleaze Socials 🎉

House parties were the epitome of indie sleaze culture—intimate, unpretentious, and totally epic. Here’s how to throw a house party that captures the spirit of the era:

DIY Decor: Forget fancy decorations—think more along the lines of DIY. Use old band posters, string lights, and thrift store finds to create a laid-back, eclectic vibe. Throw up some fairy lights, hang up vintage records, and scatter some candles around for a cozy, grungy feel.

Music is Key: Curate a playlist that’s equal parts nostalgic and eclectic. Mix in some classic indie anthems with lesser-known tracks for that perfect indie vibe. If you can, set up a turntable for spinning vinyl—it adds a touch of authenticity and gives your party that extra edge.

Comfort Over Style: Create a space that’s comfortable and inviting. Think bean bags, floor cushions, and cozy blankets. Your friends will appreciate having a place to relax, chat, and soak in the music.

Chill Vibes: Keep the mood relaxed and laid-back. Encourage people to bring their own drinks and snacks to keep things casual. The goal is to create a space where everyone feels at home and can let loose.

Outfit Guide for House Parties:

Grungy Chic: Opt for distressed jeans, oversized band tees, and vintage leather jackets. Comfort is key, so keep your look effortless and cool.

Layer Up: Throw on a flannel shirt over your tee or a beanie to complete your look. Don’t be afraid to mix textures and patterns for that signature indie sleaze style.

2. Underground Gigs: Embracing the DIY Music Scene 🎸

Underground gigs were the heartbeat of the indie sleaze scene—raw, unfiltered, and totally exhilarating. Here’s how to channel that energy into your own DIY music event:

Find the Right Venue: Look for local spots that have that gritty, underground vibe—basements, warehouses, or even your own garage can work. The key is to find a space that feels authentic and intimate.

Lineup and Promotion: Get in touch with up-and-coming bands and solo artists who embody the indie spirit. Use social media, local flyers, and word of mouth to spread the word. The more grassroots your promotion, the more genuine the vibe.

DIY Decor and Setup: Keep it simple but impactful. Use string lights, old concert posters, and DIY signage to create a low-key but lively atmosphere. Set up a small stage area with a makeshift backdrop for added effect.

Food and Drinks: Offer simple refreshments—think snacks, drinks, and maybe a few homemade treats. Keep it casual and easy to manage so you can focus on enjoying the music and the company.

Outfit Guide for Underground Gigs:

Edgy Elegance: Go for something that looks effortlessly cool yet practical. Think skinny jeans, band tees, and sturdy boots. Layer with a denim jacket or a leather vest for added flair.

Statement Accessories: Add some grungy accessories like chunky rings, layered necklaces, and vintage pins. These little details can elevate your look and make you stand out in the crowd.

3. Spontaneous Get-Togethers: Embracing the Impromptu Vibes ✨

Sometimes the best gatherings are the ones that aren’t planned. Embrace those spontaneous moments with these tips:

Easygoing Planning: Keep it simple—whether you’re meeting at a local park, your favorite café, or even just hanging out at someone’s house, make sure the vibe is relaxed and easygoing.

Casual Activities: Think laid-back activities like a DIY craft session, a movie marathon, or just chilling with some good tunes. The goal is to keep things fun and informal.

Flexible Dress Code: Since these get-togethers are more about spontaneity than style, go for an outfit that’s comfy and effortlessly cool. Think relaxed jeans, vintage tees, and your favorite sneakers.

Outfit Guide for Spontaneous Get-Togethers:

Effortless Cool: Throw on a pair of high-waisted jeans, a graphic tee, and some chunky boots. Add a beanie or a bandana for a touch of grunge.

Layer Smartly: Since these gatherings can be casual, layer with a denim jacket or a lightweight sweater for easy changes in weather or mood.

Final Thoughts, Gorgeous: Bringing the Indie Sleaze Vibe to Life 🌟

There you have it, babe—your ultimate guide to hosting and dressing for indie sleaze gatherings! Whether you’re throwing a cozy house party, organizing an underground gig, or just planning a spontaneous hangout, the key is to keep it genuine, relaxed, and full of that signature indie spirit. With the right mix of decor, music, and outfits, you’ll create gatherings that are unforgettable and totally on point.

What’s your go-to for indie sleaze gatherings? Share your tips and stories in the comments—I’d love to hear how you’re bringing the grunge glamour to life! 💕