#the band Camino

[hermionegranger]

Wait for me, wait for me there,

I'll die if you die before me, I swear

Wait for me, I'm still somewhere

[vulcanette]

Five bands Will Ramos would like to collab with…

[sanddollarpoems]

Walking backwards

While watching you

Glow

I'm pretty sure

I've never seen

A sunset like you before

You don't even know

When you smile like that

How the world slows

I'm walking backwards

Just watching you

Glow

Wondering if you see

As the heart inside of me

Falls

[letsmakepoppunkgreatagain]

The Band Camino - Haunted

[swiftpolls]

*non-exhaustive and in no particular order

[microsuedemouse]

🔀 + veronica/logan

(i've never watched vmars and i don't even know the premise so you can go as wildly au as you want and i will fully not know the difference, lmao. BUT i have seen the gifs and felt the Vibes)

HI I had this basically finished daaaays ago but I've been too busy and/or brainfried to finish cleaning it up and post it. but you posting about YOUR ongoing prompt fill for ME earlier reminded me to fucking,, do that

also: I love you so so much for this prompt. making this request without ever even having seen the show... you're a real one. (also, I think you would appreciate these two.)

the song I got was See You Later by The Band CAMINO which was suuuuch a good fit oh my god.

so hey. here we go. Logan watching Veronica all dressed up at a Fancy Event and feeling a little too pleased knowing that everyone's looking at his hot-ass girlfriend and none of them will ever be lucky enough to know her like he does.

[click here to read on AO3 instead]

They get to see you all dressed up (But I know) I'll see that dress on the floor They get to analyze your every move and fantasize But I'm getting quite a bit more

It would be a lie to say Logan wasn’t a little possessive of his girlfriend. He was a man who loved with everything, and he didn’t want anyone getting any big ideas about his girl. He liked making it very clear she was his. It went both ways, though – he also liked making it very clear that he was hers. In fact, he might even have liked that more.

(He had joked, more than once, about having Property of Veronica Mars tattooed across his ass. She acted like she hated the idea, but he’d seen the way she watched whenever he laid on the Echolls charm to get out of a tough spot. She wasn’t unreasonable, but she did like people to know he was spoken for.)

That said… he wasn’t an especially jealous man. Not these days. When he was younger and stupider, sure, sometimes. But he was secure in his relationship with Veronica now, and more than anything, he found that he liked showing her off. He’d never, in all the years they’d known each other, made any attempt to hide how attracted he was to her, and there was something about everyone else getting to see how hot she was that just stoked the flame in his chest.

The swanky party really wasn’t her scene. It wasn’t his, anymore, either, but he was still connected enough to receive an invitation, and he’d been planning on blowing it off, until a week ago when she’d sat down on the edge of his desk, flashed her most winning smile, and asked if he could still get in.

“It’s for Mrs. Green’s case,” she said.

“I thought that was a cheating case?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. “Wouldn’t that be a pretty public venue for him to be fooling around?”

Veronica shook her head. “Not just cheating,” she said. “Alma’s contracted me to find evidence of anything her son-in-law might be up to that she and her daughter can leverage in the divorce proceedings, including proof of his… bad financial decisions.”

“Ah.” Now it made sense. “The silent auction.”

“Exactly.” She turned her smile up a little further, and he couldn’t say no.

Which was how he found himself schmoozing his way through a black tie optional event at eight pm on a Saturday, when he’d much rather be home on the couch, listening to Veronica heckle old episodes of Law & Order.

There was an upside, though: Veronica looked incredible. And he got to watch everyone else admire her, safe and content – perhaps too content, really; he bordered on smug – in the knowledge that he was the one who’d be sleeping next to her that night.

Her red silk dress gathered over one shoulder and wrapped itself around her hips in a way that, quite frankly, Logan had trouble keeping his hands off of, then flared out past her knees. Honestly, he was still overjoyed she’d let him buy it for her – originally she’d planned only to rent something, which he hadn’t even realised was an option. She’d relented on the purchase only when he pointed out that she could wear it again come fall, for his cousin’s wedding, which was sure to be a thoroughly over-the-top affair. Veronica had drawn the line at new jewelry, though, which was fair enough; expensive statement necklaces weren’t really her thing. She’d wound up borrowing something from Trina instead. Logan was still a bit surprised at how excited his sister had been to share.

His own suit was a deep burgundy red, partly because he enjoyed complementing her. Partly, also, because his father had always been a tuxedo traditionalist for formal events, and Logan preferred not to resemble him, if it could be avoided. Probably the biggest reason, though, was that when the tailor had draped a swatch of the fabric over Logan’s shoulder, Veronica had bitten her lip and told him the colour was very sexy on him.

They’d swept through the party together for a while, Logan making introductions and enjoying having her on his arm. Eventually, once she had the lay of the land, Veronica split off to ‘mingle,’ which of course meant to tail her target and keep track of his irresponsibly high auction bids. Logan stood around a table in the middle of the floor with a handful of people he vaguely knew, making only the mildest effort at participating in conversation. Mostly, though, he couldn’t take his eyes off of his girlfriend.

One of his favourite things about escaping the Neptune High ecosystem was that the extreme social strata were a little looser out here. It wasn’t that no one cared anymore – this was Neptune; everyone was always going to care far more than they ought to – but he was no longer trapped amongst the same couple hundred people who knew every detail of his business, and everyone else’s, too. So at an event like this, as long as she carried herself properly, no one would necessarily clock Veronica as out of place. They had no reason to know.

And god, did she ever know how to carry herself. He hadn’t really learned to appreciate how well she could chameleon herself into any and every setting until they’d gotten out of school, and he got to see her move through spaces where she wasn’t already notorious. Here, she was indistinguishable from the rest of these upper-crust socialites, except to Logan – who saw all her tells, caught the silly faces she shot him every so often, watched her surreptitiously photographing her target with the tiny button camera he’d bought her last year.

But as much as he watched her, he was watching the people around her, too. Watching women stop her to gush about how gorgeous her dress was, or how spectacular her necklace; watching men pause to chat her up or check her out from behind.

A younger Logan would have stridden out to her side to glower at every man who so much as looked at her. Today, though, he wasn’t bothered. If anything, he was amused.

Veronica was beautiful; he reminded her as much every day. He was pretty sure she’d only ever gotten more so with time. That same kid who’d looked her up and down in her shorts and knee socks, launching herself across the grass at soccer practice all those years ago, and thought damn – he still lived inside Logan somewhere, and these days he was practically drooling. Because these days that girl shared his bed, and sometimes she even wore knee socks there.

And something about watching other guys see her dressed up like this just… really did it for him. In fact, it was probably the best part of coming out to fancy events like these, at this stage of his life. He got to see people look at her, admire her, sometimes even come onto her, and not only did he have the satisfaction of watching her shut them down, of knowing she was his, but he also knew that they’d never really see her like he did. They’d never have the privilege to learn how attractive she truly was. It wasn’t just that they’d never get to see her out of that dress like he would (though god knew he was counting down, now, to the moment they got home and she let him take it off of her) – it was also that they’d never really know her. Her enormous heart, her private smiles, her brilliant, busy mind. Everything going on under the surface of Veronica Mars made her a thousand times sexier, and Logan got to keep that knowledge all for himself.

Finally an MC announced that bidding on the silent auction was closed for the night, and Veronica looked up and caught Logan’s eyes across the room. He grinned and put his half-finished drink aside, needing nothing further: she was telling him clearly that she was ready to go. And he was more than ready to take her home.

Outside of the main event room, on their way back to coat check, Logan pulled her down a side hallway, pinning her to the wall as soon as he thought he could get away with it.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted softly, ducking his head to kiss her exposed neck.

She giggled, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Well, hello.”

“Get what you needed?”

“I believe so,” she answered, humming as his lips and tongue found the sensitive spot at the base of her throat. “How about you?”

“Oh, not yet,” he husked, smiling against her skin. “But if we hurry home, we should have plenty of time, I think.”

[flowersforbucky]

so go ahead and laugh about it, banging on your door

screaming, you're the only way i'll have it

[againstacecilia]

Any the Band Camino fans want to tell me what y'all are wearing to concerts? Here's my fit from the last show (with a black and white flannel), but that was in April in Seattle and this one is July in Eastern Washington so I can't really do anything this warm.

I've got a cute little black skater dress/romper thing, I could do a green body suit with shorts and a flowy top thing, I could also do black shorts and the T-shirt I got from the last concert? I'm panicking because I have a meeting and greet with the band and I want to look good for the picture hahahaha.

[caraphernatalia]

daphne blue ⟡ the band camino

[emilyjunk]

Every month I have to rediscover that see through is the song of all time

[raayllum]

I was a dead man walking With bloodshot eyes, right place, wrong time And you were an angel falling At Duke's on Main, I was yours to take And I'm still that way

[lovesosweeet]

KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 1

a calum hood songfic

Tillie Beckett isn’t known for sticking around, and maybe that’s why touring had come so naturally to her, even as an amateur when she first began as an opener for 5 Seconds of Summer a few years ago… hopping from city to city, bed to bed, hookup to hookup. She broke hearts and left messes behind. And she didn’t care about it all, too wrapped up in whatever whirlwind she found herself in next.

The habits became religion as she propelled to stardom. Her music — angsty, energetic, unapologetic, and unpolished — took the charts by storm following her self-titled album’s debut. Her words were raw and honest, and they resonated with her audience, with upbeat and electric sounds that even the grouchiest and grumpiest of listeners couldn’t help but nod along to. It was the perfect mix of relatable and catchy, and that’s what made her the perfect opener for 5SOS.

Ashton had found Tillie’s videos on Instagram, where she often teased her emotional and early versions of songs she was writing. Her raspy voice caught his attention quickly, and he became a follower very early on, before she’d gone viral… which, she has done several times now. When 5SOS was prepping their latest tour, he threw Tillie’s name out as his top choice as an opener, and the rest of the band quickly supported it after they watched her cover of their very own, very old song “Lost Boy” and put a fresh spin on it. It was a song that the band themselves had honestly forgotten about that she gave an entirely new life. They were hooked and called her just hours after Ashton’s initial suggestion to offer her the spot.

Her friendship with the Australian quartet was forged in what, at the time, seemed to be an unbreakable bond. She was invited to dinner at Luke’s house to review the plans, the money, and all the other logistics of the tour, but the nitty gritty was long forgotten as the five of them stayed up until the sun rose the next day, just talking, jamming, drinking, and smoking the stars out of the sky.

She and Calum weren’t instant friends, at least, not the way she was with Michael. Tillie and Michael had bonded instantly over being gamers with an affinity for ever changing hair colors. He could also dress in her wardrobe and no one would’ve been able to guess that they weren’t his clothes, that is, if her clothes were big enough to fit the 6-foot-something Australian giant, since she was a mere 5 feet tall.

But, her friendship with Michael isn’t what landed her on the cover of tabloids.

No, the pictures of hers and Calum’s necks covered in matching bruises were what landed on the homepages of gossip websites. The videos of her and Calum whispering in what they thought were private corners of dive bars spread like wildfire amongst their somewhat overlapping fan bases. Them stumbling down the cobblestoned sidewalks of Montreal, hand in hand, for an impromptu “bachelor party” for Michael littered their tagged photos on Instagram for weeks.

It was a pair nobody expected but nobody questioned. It wasn’t predictable but it made sense.

At least, it did to Calum.

part 2

my masterlist! :)

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A/N: hi i’m actually quite stoked about this one?!?!! sorry to anyone who wanted a self insert i personally feel more comfy in the OC x RP world and that technically won my poll! feels easier to separate as fiction/“characters” :)

[justonemorewallflower]

The Black and White - The Band Camino

" Call it a rivalry, call it a fight,

call it what you want

but I need you tonight

call it a waste, call it right

but don't call it off

just call the black and white "

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Finally another lyric gif edit with these two! I have been so busy so I haven't had the chance to make one of these until today! I recently listened to this song because my cousin recommended it to me and and I was of course reminded of Kara and Lee with the lyrics so I decided to use this song for one of these edits. I wanted to use a lesser known song anyway too because that feels more special imo. Also for this one I made all the gifs the same amount of time so they all end and restart at the same time which is very satisfying and I am proud of it. I would have loved to do the format of the Cruel Summer one but there were too many lyrics so I chose this format instead. The next one I make shall be the other format. But I hope you guys enjoy this, even if it's a song you don't know (you should listen to it though, it's good. The band in general is very good).

[letsmakepoppunkgreatagain]

The Band Camino - Last Man In The World

[robertsbarbie]

you’re the reason that i am afraid of the dark

THE DARK by The Band CAMINO

(released August 11th, 2023)