#the best fictional rock band ever

[liquidloz]

Still Crazy (1998)

[magpiepills]

Airtight

EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Three Joel Millers x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Set in your dilapidated QZ apartment, three Joel Millers make one of your dirtiest fantasies come true.

Warnings: SMUT, FMMM, no plot, unprotected OVA, PIV, anal, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, spit swallowing, cream pies, cum swallowing, slight degradation, pussy pronouns, pussy slapping, throat bulge, spanking, foursome, maybe more, read at your own risk.

A word from the author: How many Joels is too many Joels? Not three according to my enablers. Are they triplets? No. There are just three Joels because that’s what I wanted to happen and in fiction I am not bound by reality or morals or any of that nonsense. I haven’t written anything in a while, I was starting to worry I wouldn’t ever be able to write again, but I’m back with the three Joel bonanza that nobody asked for.

Joel 1 sits naked on the thin, dirty mattress in your sparse and dusty apartment. The only light in the room is what can sneak in through the boarded up windows from the single street light outside.

You shimmy out of your threadbare jeans and sweater that barely keep out the cold and crawl to him, eager to feel the heat of his body.

He pulls you tight against him, kissing you greedily, banding his arms around you. His cock is already hard and he maneuvers your body to rub against it, your soft thigh, your mound, close but not close enough to where you���re wetter by the second.

As if reading your mind, Joel 1’s hand drags down your spine to smack and squeeze your bare ass, kneeling the pliant flesh, loving how it feels in his hand. He indulges himself before moving it to your core, cupping your naked sex from behind, his grip firm. With four flat fingers he rubs wet circles on your throbbing cunt.

“Is this little pussy going to be good for me?” He asks, punctuating his question with a wet smack against your folds.

You whimper and nod, “Yes, yes! Please, Joel!”

He knows just what you want. You’d asked him last week and he chuckled and kissed you, holding your chin. “You’re sick, aren’t you? Insatiable little slut.”

Those thick hungers now pushed into your body where you dripped, two at a time straight down to the knuckle. He pumped them shallowly, and you arched against his hand as much as you could, still held in his steel embrace. He wouldn’t allow it.

“Nuh uh. You’re not in charge right now. You’re getting whatever I give you.” A surge of nervous excitement rushed through you, along with another wave of slick from your pussy when he slapped her again, easing the sting with a swirl of his fingertips over your pulsing clit. “This greedy little pussy is just desperate to get a cock in her, ain’t she? She want it, baby? You think you’re ready to take it?”

He didn’t wait for you to answer and you hoped you were. You hoped the stretch of his two fingers was enough to prime your cunt to take his cock. You’d seen it before, long and thick and uncut, it seemed unreal. It was bigger than any other cocks you’d ever had and your mouth watered for it, your pussy clenched for it.

Joel 1 smeared your wetness over his cock and guided it to your entrance, and loosened his grip on your body just enough for you to sink down onto his length.

With his tip barely inside, you already knew you’d be feeling him for days. He knew it too, and he did his best to be patient and ease you all the way down. He rocked his hips up and pressed you down, bouncing you gently to make room for himself. You pinched your eyes shut tight and gasped against his shoulder, trying to steady your breath and relax into his cock.

“Aww. What’s a’matter? Too much dick for ya? Come on, relax for me. You can take it,” he sucked your nipple into his mouth, distracting you from the stinging stretch. “You’re gonna be tastin’ it in just a minute.” He teased you mercilessly, and the resulting wetness helped ease him in. He grunted when he had you fully seated, and paused to feel how you squeezed him, muscles fluttering around the intrusion.

He resumed control, guiding you up and down, grinding your clit against his graying pubic hair, just like he knew you’d like. Joel was a quick study of your body, an instant expert. Without losing his own composure he brought you to your apex and spanked you while you came.

“That was perfect, baby. You did so good. You’re not done yet though, are you?” Joel 2 made his presence known from the shadowy corner of the room. Your jaw dropped in shock, never expecting this to be happening right now. You shook your head automatically as he approached, standing behind his brother and stroking your flushed cheek, tracing his thumb over your plump bottom lip. “I think you can take more.”

As he spoke he unbuttoned his denim shirt and tossed it over the back of a chair. He unbuckled his belt and toed off his boots, then dropped his jeans. Hanging between his legs was a cock identical to Joel 1’s in every way. He held his turgid member in his hand, stroking it from base to weeping tip, and brushed your hair back from your face. Joel 1 ducked to lick your pointed nipple, not letting you forget whose cock was deep inside you.

“How much cock do you think she can take?” Joel two asked Joel 1. “I want to see if can get this whole dick down her throat. You gonna try real hard for me, princess?” The sweet nickname was bathed in mockery, and it made you throb harder around Joel 1’s cock.

“Give it to her. She wants it. She loves sucking’ dick. She’s been begging me for weeks to fuck her while she’s got my dick in her mouth. Has to rub her pussy while she sucks dick.”

You felt like you could easily come again just listening to the way they talked about you like you weren’t there, two identical men, ready to stuff you and fill you, marking an item off your dream list. You were reaching to take Joel 2’s cock in your hand, mouth opening to taste him when suddenly the apartment door swung open and slammed quickly closed.

You whipped your head around to find Joel 3, went from the rain outside, you could smell the cold that clung to his coat. He looked annoyed.

“You couldn’t wait for me to start?” He thundered at the other Joels, shirking quickly and carelessly out of his clothes after laying his knife carefully on the table by the door. Like the other two Joels, Joel 3 had an impressive cock. Length and girth perfectly balanced, rock hard in his touch palm.

“You’re late. Did you bring the stuff?” Joel 2 spat back at him while Joel one sucked hard on your neck, and rubbed your hips, encouraging you to ride him, thrusting shallowly. His stamina was beyond any you’d ever experienced and he was unphased by the bickering between Joel’s 2 and 3.

Joel 3 ignored Joel 2, retrieving a small jar from his coat packet and turning his attention to you.

“Sorry I’m late, baby. I had to find somethin’ real special for ya. Joel told me there’s somethin ya been wantin’ and I’m gonna make sure you get it.” He kneeled behind you and wrapped his arms around your front, nuzzling his matching aquiline nose behind your ear. “You look good when you’re taking a cock,” He cooed sweetly. “Gonna look even better taking two.”

“Three.” Joel two corrected and brought your attention back to himself. He stood just to your side, and brought your hand to his hot, hard cock while he leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing hour whimper as the other Joels caressed your belly and breasts, squeezed your hips and ass, and a finger swept over the sensitive ring of your asshole, making you gasp.

“Focus on me, not on him,” Joel two instructed you as he pressed his cock head to your lips. “Open up for me, baby,” you opened wide and felt his spit hit your waiting tongue. “Now suck on it. Keep breathin’ through your nose.”

You did as he said and took him into your mouth, sliding his foreskin against your tongue, making a seal around him with your lips. It was wet and warm and felt even bigger in your mouth, but you breathed, a struggle when there was a cock filling your cunt, and, you assumed, Joel three opening the jar he brought to massage the contents over your only unoccupied hole. Your body could barely process all of the sensations happening at once, but you felt him easing his finger gently inside you, aided by whatever lube he was able to get on his latest supply run.

Joel 1 held you tight so you couldn’t squirm away as Joel 3 worked another finger inside, adding more of the stuff from the jar to make it easier, but you had to pull Joel 2 from your mouth and pump him with your fist when he plunged two fingers in all the way to the knuckle. You could hardly breathe, let alone think.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” you squealed and all three Joels paused, stilling inside you as you adjusted to a fullness like you’d never felt before. Thunder rumbled outside and they resumed. “You’re loving this. I’ve never seen you so wet before. Never seen a girl so hungry for cock she’d take it in all three holes at once.”

You moaned around Joel 2’s cock, saliva dripping down his balls as he held your hair and rubbed your neck, encouraging you to take him deeper. “Take it all, Princess.”

And you did. His coarse hair tickled your nose as he filled your throat, bobbing slightly so he could feel himself through the delicate skin of your neck. Joel 2 groaned in pleasure and Joel 1 moaned brokenly when your swollen, dripping cunt squeezed him impossibly tight. Joel three had replaced his fingers with his cock, nudging in with the thick, tumescent end of himself, determined to reach as deep as he could. As Joel 3 inched in, Joel 1 pulled out slightly. They worked together to fill you completely as Joel 2 praised you.

“Look at you. Taking us like a champ, baby. You’re gonna be hurtin’ for weeks, and it’s gonna be worth it. Such a good girl for us. You’re almost there, baby, just relax.” You could barely hear what he was saying. It was all so much, every nerve ending in your body was lit up like a Christmas tree, and finally, you were stuffed with cock, just like you wanted.

There was a moment where you all were still, the air thick with sex and sweat and the sound of heavy breathing before you wiggled your hips, signaling that you were ready to be fucked by your three Joels, each in a different hole, rendering you air tight, a fuck toy for them to use and fill.

You’d think they’d done this before, the way they moved in synchrony, quickly bringing you to the edge and pushing you over again, and then again.

Joel 2 came first. “Swallow,” was the only warning you got before he emptied his balls into your welcoming throat, not wasting a single delicious drop. When he was done, he sat on the floor to watch up close as Joel’s 1 and 3 fucked you in tandem. You were sandwiched between them, sweaty bodies writhing on the dirty mattress, stretched and filled to your limit. They met your moans

And sobs with grunts and groans of their own.

“Take it, take it, take it.”

“So fucking tight.”

“You want to get filled up? You gonna take all this cum?”

“You’ll be dripping and won’t even know who’s cum is whose.”

You weren’t sure who was speaking anymore, their voices are nearly identically deep and raspy, reverberating through your body where they pressed you between them.

“Fill her up so we can see it leakin’ out,” Joel 2 supplied, watching your face contorted with pleasure while you reached yet another simmering orgasm.

Feeling you squeeze and fluttering pushed the two men over the ende and then came at nearly the same time, thrusting deep and final into your tight, satisfied holes.

Joel 3 pulled away first, going to the bathroom to wash up while Joel 1 rolled you to the side and kissed you as if the two of you were alone.

When Joel three returned with a damp towel for you to clean up, he and his copies leaned close as you spread your legs, letting them watch their thick, milky white spend to drip out. They marveled at the sight, telling you how good you took them, how you were their perfect girl. Joel 2 and Joel three each kissed you, fondling your tits, tugging teasingly at your sensitive nipples, and promising to do this again soon, if you’d have them. They dressed and left, leaving together, back on the high alert required in the QZ after dark.

Joel 1 lit a fire for you and laid a baggie of white tablets on the table, along with another you didn’t recognize. “So there's no surprise next month.” He explained, and then he left too. You took the pills the way he told you, washed down with weak tea, and watched from your third story window as Joel 1 disappeared down the street, going to wherever he goes when he isn’t fucking you.

[elllisaaa]

ONE OF THE GIRLS - G. GUNIL

KINKTOBER DAY 1 - BIG DICK + SMOKING

SUMMARY : you were a groupie, and you weren't afraid of admitting it. and you didn't mind that you probably were just one of the girls, that gunil had surely fucked hundreds of fans at this same exact spot. because it felt good, and you didn't want him to stop.

-> pairing : rockstar!gunil x fem!reader

-> words count : 1.6k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : dom!gunil x sub!reader, hair pulling, smoking, flirting, teasing, semi-public sex, oral (m. receiving), use of 'slut', dirty talk, degradation, gunil has a massive dick, deepthroating, cum eating, face fucking, a zest of angst towards the end

+ the way i'm depicting gunil does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | xdh masterlist | kinktober 2024

“- Hurry up Y/N, or my friend won’t be able to make us cut the line !

- Coming, coming !”

You were just finding your favorite lip gloss as your best friend yelled at you that she was going to leave without you. You hurried down the stairs, trying to not trip on your feet because of the big platforms and heels of your boots. But since she had the chance to get VIP tickets for your favorite rock band, you obviously had to dress up, had to put on these fishnets, this corset, all those accessories that were clicking with your every step and that cute miniskirt. 

The band was starting to get some recognition in the area, getting invited to quite big festivals and able to have concerts in small venues, but they were still underrated enough for you to have a chance to meet them at the end of the show. It was honestly your number two reason for why you wanted to go so bad, why you begged your best friend to get you these tickets. The first reason was obviously that you loved their music so much, but the second was much more carnal. 

Since the first time you saw them performing at a bar, your eyes were caught by the drummer. You always had a thing for men who played an instrument, and the way you could see his muscles flexing while he played, head banging along to the song, sometimes hearing his deep voice singing some words here and there - you quite fell in love on the spot. More likely, your panties got wet, you had to be honest. Plus, he had quite a reputation ; Gunil was known for taking full advantage of his rockstar status to fuck a different girl every night, and let them go just as soon. However, you knew you weren’t in for the long run with him, knew it was only for one night, but others rumors made the thought less hurtful. Every one of the girls he ever slept with were keen on the fact that the drummer had the biggest dick they had ever seen. And that made you curious, you wanted to find out for yourself. 

So you were satisfied with the spot you got : pressed against the front barrier, just below the stage, where you could see them the best. And once the show actually started, you almost forgot about your mission, hypnotized by the music, just excited to be there and to be able to hear your favorite songs live. But even if your eyes went to every member of the band, even if Junhan was insanely skilled, even if Jooyeon’s voice was heavenly, you always came back to Gunil and his bulging biceps, to Gunil and his intense stare that caught yours at one point. It was like all the air was knocked out of your lungs at that moment, as if time stopped. And when he saw the way you were looking at him - probably a mix of amazement and of desperation - a smirk widened on his lips and you almost passed out on the spot. You bit on your lips every time Gunil gulped down some water between songs, wondering what his lips would feel like on yours, on your body. So when the drummer looked at you again later on, you knew you had to make it happen, you knew that you had him right where you wanted him. 

“- You got a lighter ?”

Gunil’s deep voice didn’t even straddle you - you were waiting for him, actually, leaning against the wall, the wind making you shiver but mostly, it was having his gaze on you that made goosebumps come alive on your skin.

“- Yeah, of course.”

You rummaged through your bag and handed him your pink lighter. The drummer chuckled, but he still took it. You tried to not stare at him too much, focusing on your own cigarette while your heart was racing.

“- So, you liked the show ?”

Every time he talked, your panties got wetter, his deep, raspy tone turning you on really bad. You gathered all the courage you had to look him in the eyes, suddenly a little more anxious now that there were no drums, and no music between the two of you. 

“- It was pretty good, yeah. 

- Pretty good, uh ? You were eye-fucking me for the whole concert, I think it’s worth a little more than just that.”

Your cheeks heated up, not prepared for him to be so straightforward but at the same time, he was not lying. You tried to remain unbothered, expiring the toxic air before locking eyes with Gunil again. 

“- Is it a crime ? Not my fault you’re sexy.”

If he was going to play it like that, so were you. And Gunil seemed to like it as he got closer to you, backing you up completely against the wall of the dark alley you were smoking in. He took a hold of your chin between two of his fingers while he blew out the smoke against your face with a smirk that was too attractive for your own good.

“- Is that so ?”

He was whispering against your lips and you could feel how hot his body was, his smell a mix of sweat and tobacco. But you didn’t mind it as Gunil leaned in to kiss you, his mouth demanding and rough. In the blink of an eye, he had you melting against him, not even trying to fight him for dominance. His tongue was dancing with yours sensually, all the pent up excitement from the concert coursing through your veins as you felt his boner pressing against your thigh, making you gasp because the rumors were apparently true. 

“- What’s going on darling ? Surprised ?”

You shook your head as you let yourself slide down on your knees between his legs, and the view from down there was even better. Gunil smirked at you while taking another drag of his cigarette, running one of his big hands through your hair as your own were busy unbuckling his belt. 

“- No, that’s exactly what I wanted. 

- Then get to work.”

And you did, pulling his cock out of his boxer, and you had to admit you were really impressed by his size. You had prepared yourself for him to be big, yes, but not this big. You weren’t even sure you were going to be able to take him whole in your mouth, but you were never one to back up from a challenge. So you looked up at Gunil as you spat on his cock, spreading your saliva along his shaft as you kitten-licked at his tip. 

“- Such a good girl.”

His hoarse voice made you hum against him as you took him further into your mouth, stopping to breathe through your nose and try to relax for what was coming - you were only halfway through and your jaw was already hurting from how big he was. Gunil stayed silent, fingers brushing against your puffed out cheek with a proud smile, and it was enough to encourage you to continue. You took him down your throat slowly, until you had him whole into your mouth, until tears were prickling at the corner of your eyes, trying to stop yourself from gagging around him.

“- Fuck… Your little throat is so tight darling…”

His breath was short, and you were glad to have such an effect on him, starting to bob your head as his fingers tightened around the strands of your hair he had taken a hold of. You tried to keep a slow and deep pace, twisting your tongue around his dick in hopes it would compensate for you not being able to go faster. And Gunil appreciated your efforts, but he needed more. He let his cigarette fall to the floor, pushing on the back of your hair to bury his whole length down your throat, groaning at the way you gagged around him, your hand grabbing at the material of his pants aimlessly. 

“- You’re such a slut, uh ? You came to our concert just for this, right ?”

You whined helplessly around him, and Gunil threw his head back as you hollowed your cheeks despite your cheeks being covered in tears, your mascara leaving black, messy trails on your skin that excited him even more.  He didn’t care about the way he was harshly pulling on your hair, about the way he was roughly fucking your mouth, about the way drool was spilling from the corner of your lips, he was too close to his release to care anymore, his adrenaline from the concert bringing him to the edge quickly. 

“- I’m gonna cum in your pretty mouth.”

You whined again, looking up at him with your big doe eyes, and Gunil couldn’t hold back his groan of pleasure as he kept the eye-contact while he shot his load down your throat, enjoying the way you tried your best to not lose any drop of his cum. You inhaled sharply as he pulled away, coughing a few times as you focused on breathing normally again. 

“- You’re free next weekend ?”

You looked over at him curiously as you wiped off your black tears and reapplied your lipgloss, but hope was making your heart beat pick up again. 

“- Yeah, why ?

- We’re having another concert. If you come, maybe I’ll pick you again.”

The reminder that you were probably the hundredth girl to blow him right there made the taste of victory bitter. But you still nodded at him as he got back to his dressing room, not even sparing you a last glance before the door closed again behind him. And you knew that even if he probably said that to every one of his girls, you knew you would be there next weekend, you knew you would wear an even skimpier outfit to try and entice him to give you more. You knew it was a bad idea, but you were going to yes every time. 

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Happy 28th! Here is my August 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

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... or the one where Louis and Harry are doctors, and things happen.

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That all changes, however, when Harry reads a particularly emotional and classic fic in the fandom, and he simply can't help but call Louis despite his sobs to tell him all about it, inadvertently sending Louis down the Larry fic rabbit hole as well.

OR

A canon-divergent AU where Louis and Harry read Larry Stylinson fanfiction.

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Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

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“Look,” Harry said now, tapping Louis repeatedly on his thigh. There it was, the proud beam on Harry’s face, as he showed off a piece of fabric in a wooden circle. The bright yarn in the middle vaguely resembled a flower. Either way, Louis smiled, “It’s beautiful, angel.” “You recognise it?” Harry asked with a teasing smirk, wagging the hoop a little into Louis’ direction. “Or are you just being nice?” Harry knew him too well. He could read him like a book. That’s what marriage is about though, Louis figured, as he tried to squint at the flower to see what it was supposed to resemble. “I’m sorry, love,” Louis confessed after a second. “Tell me, though?”

Or, a rainy day in bed, where all they do is enjoy each other’s company.

[jo-harrington]

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When I saw this event I was immediately excited. I love Eddie so much, but a HUGE part of his character are the relationships that he has with his friends and although I've explored those both in my series and a few one-shots, this provides the perfect chance to explore his relationship with CC, the CC boys themselves, and just...friendship.

Shameless self plug for my Corroded Coffin/Hellfire Club gen fics: Lack of Faith - Best Spring Break Ever Note: Freak #3 is, has, and always will be named Dave in the Jo-Harrington Fanfiction Universe until they give him a name.

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[chemicallady]

I LOVE YOU TO DEATH BUT IM DROWING

Part 1

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem Reader

Content Warning: smutty content; implies sexual situations and strong language. Also, mentions to mental issues (anxiety, primarily).

Summary:  this your first job as merch girl in tour with a band. Its also the first time for you to fall in love so dramatically for someone that is almost a stranger to you. Someone that you really aren't able to get out of your head. What is Noah Sebastian hiding behind his dark eyes? This description is so cringe that I'm embarrassing myself. Its hard to keep up with the tour routine and your feelings at the same time.

A/N: HI HI HI SWEET LEMON PIES! so I beg you to be gentle because 1. this is my first smut ff and I dont know if I got it or not and 2. I'm not a native speaker. I'm trying my best to find my own place amoung the INCREDIBLE writers of this fandom. Of course what I'm describing is all fictional, I (unfortunately) don't know Noah personally , neither the rest of the band and crew. I have a lot of respect for them all and admiration for the work of art they're doing on tour rn. My intentions are far from being offensive towards them, I only want to deliver some good time to Noah's bitchies like me here on tumblr. I really hope I will! My pm are always open for opinions or talking about the band. Have a good one!

Enjoy

One hands slowly caresses every inch of naked skin on your back while the pace of the pounding slow down a bit. Your body is covered in a thin layer of sweat; you're heavily panting, your legs and arms shaked by a slight flicker. There is nothing that can stop your hair from falling on your face, but your vision is still clear enough to get another quick look the mirror on front of you. The sight brings you to repress a moan, biting your lips. Bended on the small table, partially , you look like a desperate mess. The pleasure you're experimenting is unbearable at this point. You could fall any time soon if it wasn't for the man that is taking you from behind. Noah looks merciless in this moment, while he is holding you still with a firm grip. His hips inconter you naked skin in an harmony of slaps, while he is fucking you. And that's the only sensible sound in the room because you have to keep it quiet; the green room is one wall next the small fitting room in which the two of you are hiding.

You don't have much time. Someone eventually will notice that one of the merch girls is not around before the opening of the gates and your colleague can't cover for you forever.

But in this very moment you're unable to think about anything but the gorgeous man that is rearranging your interiors. His eyes look pitch black in the soft light of the dressing room, his whispers and exhalations are low and scratchy.

He's the hottest thing you have ever laid your eyes on and he is only for you now. You're feeling like he is consuming your soul along with your body.

In a crescendo of intensity his hand comes between your legs, rubbing your clit in a hurry, following the movements of his hips.

He is close and so you are. For you its gonna be your second orgasm in less than fifteen minutes and its mental.

You can feel a pool of familiar warm forming inside your belly while your body starts to tense. The ecstatic pleasure of the orgasm starts to run through your veins, your walls are getting tight around his erection. When you come, it is impossible for you to hold back a sob.

For a second, your vision blurs, and your legs are about to give up. With your last strength, you hold yourself up on the table just enough to let only your breast touch the cold surface of the table while the pounding becomes erratic. His body tenses, rocking in you just twice more, and them he releases. The grip on your hips gets loose but still firm enough not to let you go on the floor.

Ironic enough, this is your favourite part; he gives you the time to get yourself together, landing his head between your neck and your shoulder. The scent of his hair is intoxicating, and all you want is being able to turn around and give him a passionate kiss. But you know it won't happen. Not today, at least, because in the moment he is sure you gained enough strength, he pulls out and starts to fix his clothes. You do the same, still in silent. With the side of your eye, you watch me taking off his condom, while he is cleaning himself with a paper tissue. He hands you one for yourself, avoiding to meet your gaze, and them he fixes his jeans.

《 Are you feeling good?》 , he asks with a raspy voice. It seems like the first time you've heard him speaking today. You are able to nod while you're fixing your panties and skirt, but you're not really into small talks.

He nods as well before leaving the room first, after sharing a shy smile that makes you uncomfortable for a second...

《 y/n? y/n??? You have a costumer.》

Steve's voice brings you back to reality. You guys are pulling away all the merch unsold but some people are still leaving the place, so with a smile that is a bit forced, you turn to them, asking which t-shirt they like to see closer and the size.

It happens all the time. You zone out without any intention since Orlando. That tour date was the one who changed everything.

It was an easy job, in the beginning. You simply know a guy that knows another, who knows Steve, the sales manager for Bad Omens, a metalcore band you kinda like since a while now. Easy job, maybe a bit too much frenetic, but nothing unbearable. You can see different cities, gigs and get a decent pay while having some fun, since you're have no responsability except smiling and selling as much as possible.

Noah got you the evening you met him, a couple of days before the first tour date. You were miserable after a long flight to Los Angeles but he had eyes only for you. He was kind and funny, almost goofy in a couple of occasions. All the members of the crew and band gave you a warm welcome, but Noah was the nicest one. The two of you clicked immediately. He has a lot in common with you, not only music and gaming.

He was the first one to make you feel like you have always been in the crew, part of their big family. What was born as a nice friendship evolved quickly into something even closer, and that's the deal, for you. It was too quick. You couldn't help but look for him any minute of your waking time. Before you could even realise it, you were sitting on his lap, starting a kiss. The kiss you started was followed by his hands on your body and then to a lot of pre show sex.

But this blind passion took off everything else. The laughs, the light chatting, the smiles. Your complicity came to an end, and you didn't see that coming. Noah can barely look at you now. He almost stopped talking to you. And this is heartbroken because you believed you were building something. You never hidden how much you like him, it's evident even without saying it out loud. But you've never thought that it could have been a problem.

Noah Sebastian is beautiful and successful, but he is a man made by flesh and bones. He is human. You are not the type that idiolazed famous people. With this mindset you made your move....

.... the move you're now regretting so much.

《 you have done an amazing job tonight, I havent see you keeping a break》 Steve congratulates you when your last client is served. 《 go and get some beer, I can finish with the boxes with Mandy, right?》

Your coworker barely nod, while she is closing one of the boxes. She is the one who covers for you every day, but she's getting bitter because you still have to tell her what exactly she is covering. The truth is that you're a bit ashamed. You feel like you're selling yourself to the devil, but nothing could help. There is no way you will stop having these incounters with Noah. Maybe in this way you have a chance to fix it. Maybe he will tell you one of these days what he is hiding from you.

What he's ashamed of.

Why hes holding up so much.

But it's not today, and you can tell by the look he gives you when you enter the room where the crew is gathering. Matt cheers you with a can of beer, asking about the tonight selling and if you had any problem. Then he invites you to pick up a slice of pizza and relax a bit. The obvious choice for you is sitting next to Folio, so you can listen to his excited chronicle of the show.

Noah is just a couple of seats away from you but it feels like an ocean apart. You don't even bother to look at him.

You know he won't exchange the gaze...

{ part 2 coming soon }

[loulooser]

Here’s some things about me!

My name is Lou online

I’m lesbian aromantic agender

My favourite colour is green

I really like music, drawing (I’m not great tho), cooking, talking, watching movies, making friends, wearing clothes, being gay etc

My favourite band is twenty one pilots

I’m a massive Marvel nerd

My top five marvel characters in no particular order:

Phillip J. Coulson, Spider-Man (not including spider verse people, that’s a different tier list)(Andrew is the best of the three spider men), Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Loki Laufeyson.

Some of my fav books/series: Gone (Micheal Grant), Itch (Simon Mayo), all of Alice Oseman’s stuff, AGGGTM (Holly Jackson), The Angel Of The Crows (Katherine Addison), all of Darren Shan’s stuff, Skullduggery Pleasant, Ketchup Clouds (Annabelle Pitcher) etc etc

My favourite movie is fantastic mr fox

I really like Diggers (the machines)

Favourite animal is a rabbit

My favourite show is Agents Of Shield

I cry a lot

I love love love Les Mis. Watched it just under a month ago in London and I will never recover. Stewart Clarke the Javert that you are <3

I most likely have misophonia, but even if I don’t please for the love of god don’t make any noises around me

Anxiety is fun

Big fan of fictional old men from the 1800s. Shoutout to them.

I like Nintendo a lot!! Zelda and Animal Crossing my beloved. The 2DS is my favourite console ever (not the stupid 2DSXL)

I really like musicals!! Some honourable mentions: Les Mis, Hamilton, Wicked, Six, Heathers (some of it, haven’t seen the whole thing yet), In The Heights, Rogers the musical (SHHH SHH ITS FUNNY) and School Of Rock

I’m a massive nerd

My plan in life is to finish school (A levels in DT, Computer Science and IT), then start an apprenticeship in software engineering :3

Please send me asks!! My dms are always open for rants or a chat

Navigation:

- Writing posts to keep handy

- tags: (Mind you I don’t use them anymore)

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#the religious text - original posts

#musical Lou - lyrics/yapping about music

#the boys from Ohio - tøp posts

#my FRIENDS - me and my friends

#marvellous tomfoolery - marvel

(I don’t have all my tags for people yet, but when I do they will be here:)

- #shreypilled sheepmaxxer -> @shreysheep

- #dizzy my beloved -> @diary-of-a-disaster

Cool posts I’m pinning here:

Disproving TERFs with biology

Wizard maze.

Shoe lacing patterns that help pains

Reaction templates

Cool art links

snapshots of my music taste:

(This is basically me putting together a playlist every first of every month that sums up my music taste and how my soul sounds if you will at that point in time)

[snapshots archive]

My cat:

Her name is April and she is very cute. No idea what breed she is

[foone]

So it's no secret that I'm a big fan of The Decemberists. They're probably my favorite band. I could easily name 10 songs that I consider to be some of the best music ever made. But The Mariner's Revenge Song, off Picaresque (2005), is the song that will be remembered in a hundred years after all their other songs have faded from the radio, even the oldies channels. It's their Bohemian Rhapsody.

It has everything!

Revenge!

Pirates!

Whaling!

Biblical allusions!

Orphans!

Dashing young men who seduce rich widows and ruin their fortune, driving them mad!

"It took me fifteen years to swallow all my tears"

Violation of confessional privacy!

Haunting accordion interludes!

Audience participation! (you have to scream like you're being swallowed by a whale)

Revenge destroying both the victim and the perpetrator!

Living just long enough to ensure they die alongside you in a horrible way!

Implied but not actually sung final chorus!

The entire song is a flashback!

It's a sea shanty for the ages but it's from the 2000s!

The word "roustabout". Do you even know what it means? It doesn't matter! It sounds great!

The Victorian Novel Disease! (tuberculosis)

The final words of a dying mother to her young child being an angry list of exactly how they should find the rake and kill him, slowly and painfully. The ones that echo in their head for the next 15+ years.

Ambiguously supernatural! Is the narrator's mother a vengeful ghost, following them around for decades, repeating her mantra and ensuring the whale happens and that both they and the rake survive? Maybe!

Is the whale supernatural? Yeah, real whales can't swallow people, but that's normal for mythological fiction. Also, the sky goes black. Poetic license, or is this a supernatural occurrence? Is the whale the dead mother? Who knows!

Nearly nine minutes of epic folk rocking!

"Find him, bind him / Tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters / Drag him to a hole / Until he wakes up naked / Clawing at the ceiling of his grave!"

LISTEN TO IT!

[rhapsodynew]

#On this day

On October 18, 1926, an American rock musician, singer, guitarist, songwriter, one of the founders of rock and roll was born

Chuck Berry

🎧🎸🎤✌HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 🎂🎈

Here are some of the most striking examples of Berry's legacy — from the cover versions of his songs that overshadowed the original to the recognized classics of cinematic soundtracks.

Chuck Berry's Legacy

The Beatles played a cover of this Chuck song back in their early shows in Hamburg. And at the end of 1964, it was decided to record a studio version of the song for the record "Beatles for Sale" (on which there was room for several more covers). The lead vocals here are performed by John Lennon, whose vocals sounded much louder and more dynamic than Berry's voice. In 1976, this song was included in The Beatles' Best Things album of the same name.

An eight-minute reworking of Chakov's "Beethoven" appeared on the 1973 album ELO 2, including an intro from the legendary Fifth Symphony, which organically transformed into the original motif of "Roll Over Beethoven". Subsequently, this song became one of the business cards of E.L.O. and often became the final one at their performances.

The movie "Back to the Future" gave this song a second life. Johnny B. Goode was performed by Marty McFly and The Starlighters at the school ball on November 12, 1955. Marty called this song a classic and told the band to play along with him in a bluesy way. Neither the band nor the audience had ever heard anything like this before, and Marvin Berry (the same musician who injured his arm when saving Marty from the trunk) called his cousin Chuck, letting him listen to the song on the phone, calling it a "new sound" (a vivid example of a "time loop"). In the end, everyone present was shocked by Marty's stage behavior to such an extent that some even covered their ears.

In fact, the Johnny B. Goode song for the film was performed by Mark Campbell. The guitar solo was played by Tim May.

"It looks like you guys aren't ready for this yet. But your kids will definitely like it!" — Marty McFly.

1994 brought this song to the peak of popularity again — the reason for this was Quentin Tarantino's film "Pulp Fiction". It was to the sounds of Chuck Berry's composition, released 30 years earlier, that Vincent Vega and Mia Wallace, performed by John Travolta and Uma Thurman, danced twist at the dance competition. Tarantino said that words like "Pierre" and "Mademoiselle" gave this scene the unique charm of France in the 50s

It was Chuck Berry who introduced this element of the stage behavior of guitarists. Even as a child, he entertained his relatives with similar movements, and in 1956, at a concert in New York, he first presented the "duck walk" to the general public. As he later told Rolling Stone in an interview, he was just trying to distract the audience's attention from his rumpled silk suit. The audience liked it and Chuck continued to do it over and over again.

Chuck's most famous follower in the "duck" business is Angus Young, the lead guitarist of AC/DC.

"The people who come to listen to me are happy because they remember the best times."👑

[asurrogateblog]

Cannibals, Pirates, and PhDs: How Did I Get Here?

I mentioned in some tags earlier that I’ve only actually been a real fan of Pink Floyd for under a year, and that the confluence of events that led up to it is pretty absurd. Some interest seemed to be taken in this, so I though I’d elaborate.

I didn’t know how to shorten this timeline and have it make any sense, so it’s... long. But idk, I think it’s pretty funny. If you’re nosy like I am this is for you.

My Backstory Timeline:

early childhood: my parents essentially mainline me and my little sister with The Beatles. I know almost no songs written past the 70’s until at least sixth grade. I develop a childhood crush on Paul McCartney, a joke that the universe really decides to play the long game on.

2014: my dad calls me over one night, and gravely tells me he’s been waiting to share something until I’m old enough. I brace myself to be told about sex or secret half-siblings. Instead, he tells me I need to listen to The Wall. Irritated at the idea of wasting an hour and half of my night, I nevertheless comply and go up to my room and put it on. I do not come back from this, clearly having inherited some sort of generational curse.

Around the same time, I am also secretly watching Hannibal every time my parents send me upstairs because Game of Thrones is “too gory”. This will trigger three important things: an interest in psychology, a love of horror media, and a classical music phase will train my attention span to last well past the three minute mark.

2014-2023: Over the intervening years, I become a casual fan of Pink Floyd, but make a deliberate point not to learn anything about the band. I like being able to imagine my own meanings for the songs. Also, I am motivated against this by a childhood memory of being deeply frightening by a picture of old Paul McCartney (LOL). I do not want that to ever happen again, so no learning.

Cut to April of 2023: I am finishing up my first year of my PhD program studying media psychology. I am in a bad place mentally, and am going through another horror movie phase to fill the hole. As a result, I get very into American Psycho. The main character, Patrick Bateman, is a fan of superficial 80’s pop music, particularly Genesis. I decide to start listening to Genesis to see if I agree with his tastes. While researching “best Genesis albums”, I come across The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. I listen to it, and am blown away. I had no idea that the Phil Collins band made music like that. This sends me down the prog-rock rabbit hole. I still won't learn any lore.

Summer of 2023: MEANWHILE, I am also going through another pirate phase. I have a fairly encyclopedic knowledge of 18th century piracy (and am still quite active in the Black Sails fan community). Around this time, I get really obsessed with this one random guy named Dennis McCarthy who was hanged in 1718.

I decide to work poor Dennis into a science fiction story I’ve been working on. The premise is essentially that the universe is an abandoned simulation, and a ‘glitch in the matrix’ starts to, among other things, bring people from the wrong time periods back to life. The format of the story is vaguely monster-of-the-week, in which the characters have to solve various problems caused by mistakes in the code. I think, “hey, you know what would be perfect for this? that fanfic I wrote about The Wall in high school.” Said fic (which that stupid fucking beatles movie stole from me) is about a world in which Pink Floyd never existed, but a wannabe rock-star discovers a box full of their records and decides to copy them. While he is touring his plagiarized version of The Wall, he realizes that the events of the album are starting to happen to him in real life. By working this concept into my new story, I go through another one of my periodical The Wall phases. It's in full swing when fall rolls around.

September of 2023: This semester, I take a grad-level narrative theory class in the English department. I decide it would be helpful to follow along with a specific example, so I choose The Wall. Using the terminology I am learning in the class, I start to realize that The Wall is…. incredibly narratologically fucked up. To help orient me, I watch the bootleg concert recordings, and the trick with the surrogate band sends me so out of my mind that I decide I must break my rule about never learning band lore.

This is where the two plot-lines converge. I don’t remember which came first, but around this same time, I think to myself “hey, if Genesis was hiding such an incredible album under the 80’s pop, what must Pink Floyd be hiding?” On that whim, I put on Piper at the Gates of Dawn, which equally sends me so out of my mind that I decide I must break my rule about never learning band lore. I needed to know what the fuck happened to get them from Piper to The Wall.

September-November: In the two months between the onset of this and finally making another sideblog, I dedicate all of my free time to learning as much about Pink Floyd as humanely possible (and writing a 20 page essay for that narrative theory class). As you can imagine, this is a lot to unpack all at once for someone who didn’t even know who Roger or Syd or any of the rest of them were. Luckily, I am over-educated enough to be a very fast learner. Aside from the band lore itself, I of course also fall in love with the rest of Pink Floyd's discography musically-speaking. Having this interest to latch onto genuinely pulls me out of my depression.

Cut to February 2024: I am really enjoying myself, and want to keep this going as long as possible, but I am starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel on Pink Floyd lore. I decide I need to feed the fire by supplementing with lore from another band. The Beatles seem to have a strong fan presence on tumblr, why not revisit a childhood favorite? The universe laughs at my expense.

That about brings us up to date. I have gone through so much character development over the last eight months, it’s crazy. Pink Floyd is definitely one of those things that is less of a “phase” and more of a permanent part of my mindscape. Weirdly enough, since I am studying media psychology, all of this has also been really good for my career? I never took an interest in -real- media figures (as opposed to fictional characters) before, and I feel like I have a much clearer sense of things now. It's definitely influenced my research, so whatever domino effect this has on my future is bound to get even funnier.

Anyway, that’s my backstory!

[catbountry]

Does anybody else remember Pandora? Not the box, or the fictional planet where James Cameron's blue alien cat people live where there's a literal mineral called "unobtanium" that can only be harvested from that particular planet. My man literally called that shit "unobtanium," fucking portmanteau of "unobtainable" and the "-ium" suffix for newer elements. No. That has absolutely nothing to do with anything else I'm writing beyond this point. This is a post about music.

This is a post about the customizable internet radio station Pandora. And also it's going to briefly cover ClickRadio, it's going to talk about my experiences with YouTube Music, Spotify, my own iPod and how I find and listen to music, and how it's a core part of my creative process and I put a bunch of music references in pretty much all of my creative work. None of it being musical, by the way. I can barely carry a tune and I can't play any instruments more complicated than a kazoo.

It also got really long and rambly, look, I'm high, I'm sorry. You've been warned.

It's 2001. I'm in high school. My life looks like this drawing I made a few weeks ago.

Music is a big part of my life. The internet was a lot slower. It would take several minutes to download an .mp3 file of a song that was only about three and a half minutes long, so I would listen to the radio a lot. But the thing about listening tuning into radio is that it's not the internet. You can't pick which song to listen to whenever you want. If you want that, your best bet is to own the songs you want on their physical CD releases, or risk exposing your mom's computer to a million viruses. But in order to skip a song, you have to press a physical button to skip a song. And of course, if you're listening to the radio where you can discover new songs, you can't skip the latest Limp Bizkit or Disturbed track with the vain hope that maybe they'll play "One-Armed Scissor" by At The Drive-In or "Go With the Flow" by Queens of the Stone Age, or any single off of Kid A. Everything you hated the most, hated more than Britney Spears or the Backstreet Boys, was all lumped together under the formless "alternative rock" label, which weirdly included hip-hop artists like Eminem, House of Pain, Beastie Boys, Cypress Hill, Gorillaz and Outkast; all stuff that I guess radio stations looked at and thought "yeah, this can appeal to white people."

You know I heard Dynamite Hack's version of "Boyz N The Hood" before I ever heard Eazy-E's? That should be a crime. That should be considered a human right's violation. Fuck you, Dynamite Hack for introducing the entire world to the concept of ironic hipster covers hip-hop songs which led to the fucking white people with ukeleles versions of Tupac songs. I am so glad that we, as a society, have all come together against these dynamite hacks and decided this was cringe and something that belongs in the past.

But this isn't an essay on awful YouTube music trends of the early 2010's, this is listening to music in the internet age in the early 2000's.

In 2001, ClickRadio launched. It was a desktop application that allowed you to listen to radio stations via the internet, but it had something real radio stations did not; if a song like, say, Dynamite Hack's cover of "Boys N The Hood" came on, you could click a thumbs down button and it would let out this cartoonishly loud "thud" and then that station would never play that song for you again. And if they played a song you really liked? You could click a thumb's up button and it would play that song more often.

I cannot understate how fucking mindblowing an idea this was in the early 2000's. Yes, ClickRadio would slow down your computer as the Neopets Flash games you would play gringing for Neopoints to get a Halloween brush for your Lupe that you named after a member of your favorite band. Anybody else do that?

No? Just me? Okay then.

ClickRadio would quickly get enshittificated, within only about a year or two being filled with more and more unskippable ads. I went back to just loading up MP3s in Winamp and playing music that way by the time I was in college, but it was a pain having to listen to whatever song I had physically on my hard drive, or a few years later, going to YouTube to see if somebody uploaded a crusty version of a NoMeansNo song with a Spanish-speaking DJ speaking in the opening bits of the video. Not ideal.

But then Pandora showed up.

I don't remember where I first heard about Pandora, but after Napster, there were a bunch of music start-ups hoping to be legitimate in the eyes of artists and record labels. Clickradio was just a radio station. But Pandora... was an experiment of The Algorithm.

You see, Pandora started what is known as the Music Genome Project, a way of organizing music into hundreds of different subgenres across five large umbrella genres; Pop/Rock, Hip Hop/Electronica, Jazz, World Music and Classical. What Pandora did was use this as a way to allow users to craft their own custom radio stations. And not only would it play the stuff you liked, but it would be tailored to a seed artist or song; you put in Nirvana, you get a lot of 90's alt rock radio faire, but then maybe it plays Mudhoney. Maybe it plays Sonic Youth. Maybe it plays Melvins, and you like it. And when you give a thumbs up, you hear more and more artists in similar subgenres. And let's say you've been looking into obscure or underground music for years before you start using Pandora, and suddenly you're introduced to artists you never would have come across more organically. And buddy, you'd bet my Pandora station was a fucking hodgepodge of hundreds of seeds, which allowed me to discover highly influential /mu/ core bands like Swans, Animal Collective and Neutral Milk Hotel, but also bands that are so obscure that their Spotify listens are in the lower four digits at maximum and maybe a couple tens of thousands of views on YouTube. So many songs I found through Pandora are from bands that I very rarely hear a lot of people talk about, but they've made songs that have just lived in my brain for decades.

And for a couple years, I'd be listening to Pandora radio while writing up new TF2 fanfiction to terrorize TF2chan with. Certain songs would come up so often because I specifically bookmarked them. I didn't really know a lot about shoegaze before Pandora, but now I own a physical copy of all three of Slowdive's albums, and you fucking bet "When the Sun Hits" was in heavy rotation while I was writing Respawn of the Dead.

Yes, this was playing while I was writing out Respawn of the Dead, chapter by chapter. And so was "Beautiful Plateau" by Sonic Youth, "The Sound" by Swans, "Dead Flag Blues" by Godspeed You! Black Emperor and "End of the Line" by Murder By Death. And also this song by a band called The Clock Work Army, which split up and reformed into another band called Calico Horses, and I know this because I found this out while trying to track down a song that would play constantly on my Pandora station and it has, as of writing this sentence, 2,588 listens. And it might have more by the time you read this because I might just put it on loop because oh my god, I love this song so much, it hits so perfect for me, why don't more people know about this song?

It's not on YouTube, where I usually tend to listen to music, since I'll go through a rotation of songs that I call "work songs." I put on music while I write, and some songs are just so perfect that I can listen to them on loop with a very select number of songs that just never, ever get old for me. My neurons in my brain light up as though I was hearing it again for the first time.

Swans, Sigur Ros and The Dillinger Escape Plan are all artists who I found through Pandora that I've had the privilege to see live. By the time I was just discovering bands because I had a bunch of friends and mutuals with similar taste in music to mine, Pandora was slowly getting more and more ads. It was getting to the point where the free service would, if you were lucky, play only three or four songs before playing an ad. And when the length of those songs can span anywhere from less than three minutes for much of my beloved 80's and early 90's punk, to up to a half an hour for post-rock, noise, or ambient music. And the number of ads that played between songs had increased. What was just one every half an hour or so was now two to three for what could potentially be only after seven minutes of music. Pandora really doesn't like it if the music you like includes a lot of songs that are longer than an episode of The Simpsons.

I never hear anybody talk about Pandora anymore. Spotify is THE name in internet music streaming, and it favors listens of entire albums and other people's playlists. I don't like Spotify; sometimes I just want a specific song from a specific album. I could make a playlist of these "work songs," but I like when YouTube notices that I'm listening to music, and in the recommendeds, there's another song that I've listened to on repeat. Why yes, I would like you to play "Classical Homicide" by Dälek for me again. What's that? An hour loop of Deadmau5's "Professional Griefers" featuring Gerard Way? Yes please. I apologize for nothing. That dude's way better than Skrillex.

God, do you guys remember the Deadmau5/Skrillex shipping that was all over Tumblr in the early 2010's. I remember it. I remember it so hard. Everybody shipping them and the members of Daft Punk, posting Steam Powered Giraffe (blech) and Die Antwoord (lol) on my dashboard. In Die Antwoord's defense, they had some pretty funny music videos.

I got AdBlocker for YouTube, so the ads aren't a problem there. I mean, I could make a playlist for Spotify of my go-to songs, but I'd have to deal with ads. And there's something nice about YouTube's robots that sell my precious data to faceless corporations at least having the courtesy to be like "You look like you could use another stream of 'Anything (Viva!)' by Foetus. Or Scraping Foetus off the Wheel. Or... whatever, fuck it, it's J.G. Thirwell's band, okay? It's the guy that does the music for Venture Brothers."

Foetus was introduced to me through a friend but it was Pandora serving me up more of their music that made their albums "nail" and "Flow" ones that got the honor of Being Downloaded onto my iPod so I can Listen to This in my Car. I still use my iPod and even if there's albums that I haven't gone back to in years on there, I like having them there. I haven't listened to the soundtrack for Panty and Stocking in ages but having access to it so that I can FLY AWAY NOW, FLY AWAY NOW, FLY AWAAAYYYY on a long drive? I like having that option.

I still buy CDs so I can burn albums onto my iPod. My iPod doesn't have ads and switching between artists doesn't mean I have to flip through a CD binder. I also try to buy albums off of Bandcamp. Especially for smaller artists, or artists whose work I love enough to want to give them my money. I don't want to listen to ads. It throws off my workflow, shakes me out of the trance-like state that is pure, focused creativity. Whether it's working on comics or thinking about things I want to do in those comics, I'm usually listening to music. Sometimes the same album, hundreds of times over. I admit I haven't listened to that much King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, but I've listened to Nonagon Infinity front to back more times than I can count.

Nowadays it feels like I don't have a lot of friends who share my taste in music. I've so fully entrenched myself in fandom circles that I've been exposed to the average person's taste in music and I'm like "oh yeah, most people aren't as big of a fucking nerd about this as you are." You know how hard it is to get people who aren't music nerds to get into The Residents? Everybody I know that likes them already knew about them before we met, and people who had never heard of them before they met me usually find them deeply weird and never get fucking obsessed with them like I have. I own a physical copy of, not their original version of their album The King and Eye, which is an entire album of them covering Elvis that sounds like this, but the fucking remix of that album that does shit like this to their covers of Elvis songs. And you know what? I love both versions, but that remix of their cover of "Surrender" is a work song.

Listening to music is the only way I can guarantee that I'm actually working on something and not playing with my phone. I guess what I'm saying is... it sure would be nice if Pandora existed like it did back then right now.

Especially because I stopped cleaning up a page of my horrible Deltarune fan comic (MASSIVE Dead Dove warning, not even kidding, the entire story hinges on some very upsetting topics) just to write all this down and make sure there were links to every song in this essay. And like... I've even used the comic as a not-so-clandestine way into tricking them into listening to my music before. Whether it be directly namedropping bands and songs, writing about a specific character's taste in music and using that in the story somehow, or literally just making the title of one of my comic installments... this.

It is really good. 686 listens on YouTube. Absolutely criminal. And the example above? That's me not putting in hundreds of references into the comic and wondering if anybody else has noticed them.

I guess what I'm saying is that I am a huge music nerd, even though I always feel like I'm getting into artists super late (unless they're like Death Grips, but that was only after The Money Store had come out), but I fucking hate Spotify. I want more physical releases that can be preserved digitally, and I don't have the money to get into collecting vinyls as a hobby. All the vinyl I own is toys, and uh... I own a lot of those.

Thank you for reading through pure, uncut music autism mixed in with nostalgia and griping about capitalism because that's apparently where my head is at all the time when I'm not daydreaming my little stories or making up video essays in my head that will never be made. That's why I do stream of consciousness Tumblr essays full of minute details that absolutely are not necessary, but this is how my goddamn ADHD brain works. Now you know what it's like to be in my Discord server.

That post is, of course, pinned in the music channel.

As it should be.

... Fuck Pandora, I don't even fuck with it no more, I miss Grooveshark, weh, my playlist on that site was eight hours long before they shut it down in 2014. Devastated. I was in the middle of using it when it went offline.

Okay now I'm done for real, sorry.

[doiesfav]

༊*·˚ My Youth - Haechan ||

Pairing: Rockstar! Haechan x fem! Reader

Plot: Donghyuck and y/n were highschool lovers, not until y/n moves to another city for university. After graduating she finds herself in a difficult situation so she flights back to her home city after 5 years. Now Donghyuck performes in local festivals with his rock band NCT, but they meet again not sure about how to start again.

Genre: Romance, fluff, Ex to lovers, fiction

Contains: cuss words, eventual smut, alcohol, oral (f! receiving), vaginal, no protection (use protection and do not copy this idiots silly)

Wc 4,4k

A/n: thanks for reading everyone <333 Would appreciate if reblog or follow me tho😭 ily guys🫶

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Picture from nct’s official twitter while banners and dividers are self-made.

(y/n’s pov)

Some people say starting a new life in a new city is a great and awesome experience, thats what I always thought before doing it.

Moving out of my home city was probably one of the worst mistakes I’ve ever made, sure it was great at first but since graduating college, luck has been avoiding me. Companies wouldn’t accept my job applications, I was running out of money and even some of my friends I made there stopped talking to me.

I was left with nothing so I decided to go back home and start again, I missed my bedroom full of The Beatles and AC/DC posters, I also missed my friends from there, especially Mark, he always supported me and took care of me. Thats why as soon as I landed he was waiting for me in there.

“Maaaark” I said with a nostalgic smile, we both hugged until our arms were tired and when we pulled apart he was crying “You haven’t changed at all, still a crybaby” I wiped his tears and shook his messy hair with my hands as I always used to do.

“How have you been y/n” That question made me cry, “well, let's say not the best” He knew what I was talking about but didn’t say anything and just hugged me. Mark gave me a ride home where my parents were, I waved my hand to say goodbye to him and entered home. Finally home, this welcoming feeling after 5 years was very special to me.

They didn’t know I was coming back so I kept it a surprise for them. When I knocked on the door no one answered nor reacted, I kept knocking it a few times hoping someone would open it but no, so I just thought they could be out.

I went to walk a but when I encountered the park I always used to go when young, I had so many memories in there like when I used to fall a lit of times, or when I meet Mark for the first time in there, also my first ever kiss…

(6 years ago)

Donghyuck asked me to go meet him at the park, it wasn’t that weird for us to meet up, but this time it felt that way because he wanted to tell me something.

When it was 9pm, the time when he asked to meet me. I went out to see him already there sitting in the swing, he looked nervous which wasn’t something you would normally see. As soon as he saw me arrive he got up “Hyuck, what did you wanted to talk about?” I asked innocently while watching him playing with his fingers.

It was kinda awkward, “So I just wanted to tell you that..” What if it was a confession? I wasn’t interested in being in a relationship at the moment, and especially with one of my friends but a new feeling towards him awakened inside of me.

“Remember the day Mark introduced to us? Since that day I had a really big fat crush on you, like disgustingly big. I just think that you are an awesome and very beautiful person in all aspects” I totally remember the day I met Donghyuck, we weren’t that close at first but then slowly started to become closer.

I didn’t know what to do, a side of me wanted to reject him and move on and the other side wanted hug him and accept the confession. Both would end up changing our current relationship anyways, so I decided to go big.

I put my hands on his red burning cheeks and slowly approached my body towards him. He realized what I was trying to do so he put his hands on my waist as if it was made of thin glass. I also had to stand up on tiptoe since he was taller than me, then my lips touched his.

His lips were sweet, ir was like savoring fresh sweet fruit. Then I realized, my first kiss. We pulled apart slowly “So what kind of answer is that?” He giggled, I wanted to die of embarrassment, it wasn’t planned at all but it was what my heart wanted, I could feel it.

(present)

Since that day Donghyuck and I have been dating until I decided to move out, then we broke up hoping that I won’t be able to see him again. We were a happy couple, I would say he is my first everything.

I snapped out of my memories. Was I missing him so much? Probably if we saw each other right now I would pretend I don’t know him, but I’ve got no clue about what he was up to.

Suddenly a familiar car arrived, it was my parents. When they entered home I waited about 10 minutes to appear. I knocked the door, this time hoping they would open it, they did. “Y/nnnnnn” My mom hugged me very tightly, “What are you doing here honey, you could have called me I still haven’t made dinner” Then tears started falling down her cheek “awww mom, I wanted it to be a surprise don’t worry, I’ll help you make dinner”

Then my father appeared and he was even more surprised than you thought he would be. We had a talk about how did I do there and why Im back. Mom wanted to invite all her friends and family to make a welcome home party but it was too late so we decided to do it tomorrow.

Nothing changed in here, instead it was exactly as it was when I left. My room was also the same, my mom didn’t dare to touch anything. Things like my posters, desk and even things I thought I threw was there without any dust. Mom cleaned my room every month, I mean she was a clean freak but it was comforting.

Thats when I saw my album photos and decided to take a look. The first few pages were baby me, wondering how cute I was, then 10 years old me started to appear. It was my princess phase, which today I regret I looked so stupid thinking it was cool.

And then saw my first photo with Mark, he was like a baby and we were holding hands. I remembered that we took that photo on his 11th birthday, few months after we meet. We were so close that felt as if it was my real brother since I had no siblings.

While looking at my teenager photos I remembered how rebellious I was, I had my rock band phase with my friends at 15 but it started to fade out quickly. I still looked cool tho. When I decided to color my hair I did blonde highlights with it, my parents grounded me 1 month after it but I still miss it.

Then I froze when I saw a photo of me and Donghyuck kissing. We were at my room alone for the first time so I decided to take a selfie with him, we made out and we both lost our virginity that day. Thats why he was my first in almost everything.

I could still remember when he tried to put his dick inside me, it was painful and pleasing but the pain was taking over and I had to gently push him. We tried as many times as possible because I was insisting in it. At the end it ended up being a funny and embarrassing story that he told to almost everyone.

But I should stop thinking about him, it was in the past, is not like I would meet him again the chances are very low. When I finally unpacked everything Mark texted me.

Mark: Heyy y/n, did you finish accomodating?

Mark: If so you could come where I am to celebrate your welcoming with some old friends

Since I had nothing else to do I decided to go. He said there were some old friends so my heart was beating very fast when I arrived, I wasn't that shy but that feeling of seeing your friends again made me. When I arrived, Mark texted me it was Jeno's house so I thought it wasn't going to be a big party but it wasn't, it was disgustingly big.

There were a lot of people, but I mean a lot. It was a welcoming party, but it felt like a uni frat party, When people realized I entered they came each to hug me, and when I felt a little bit of pressure I went to find Mark.

On my way, I got some beer to relieve the stress and then I saw Jeno with a mic starting to give a speech. ''So y'all know why this party is being held right?'' He laughs ''Of course to celebrate the welcoming of Y/NNN'' He screamed as if his lungs were about to die. When everyone turned around to see me and cheer me, I laughed awkwardly but luckily Jeno says something to interrupt that awkwardness.

''And to make it worth it, our lovely NCT is gonna play some songs, so ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy yourselves'' NCT? That was the name of my old rock band group. But then a familiar melody started playing, it was a song that we composed.

When I looked at the stage Yuta, Hendery, Jeno, and Donghyuck were there. They were the same members as before, the only difference is that I'm not there. When Hendery started playing the drums to start the song, Yuta sang and Jeno and Donghyuck played the guitars. I used to be the lead guitarist but Donghyuck took my place as I could see.

I smirked at them receiving the same face, the killing part was Donghyuck's and he did them really well. I remember when I met him and introduced him the guitar, he was a newbie but wanted to learn then we created the group where he improved a lot. And now he's here playing it without any guidance doing the killing part. The crowd went feral so I did. After some other songs, it was time to take a break so I went outside where I met Mark smoking. ''Hey y/n, I haven't seen you in there, what do you think, you like it?'' I was shocked, he was the typical good guy but his smoking was something else. ''Woah wait a minute, since when do you smoke'' He laughed hiding his face with his free hand. ''Well I do not smoke that often but you know''

After having a very comforting conversation it was getting cold so we both went inside. ''Mark, do you know where's the bathroom?'' having a sudden urge to go pee. I followed him and led me there ''thanks, see ya later''. The satisfaction of peeing after keeping it for a long time was everything I needed right now, but someone opens the door and closes it immediately without noticing I was there. He unzips his jeans when he realized I was there sitting on the toilet peeing. He turned around quickly and I blushed, ''Donghyuck you should know how to knock right?'' I said dryly. ''y/n you should know how to close the door right?''. Then the silence was real, I finished quickly so he could pee but stopped me.

''Aren't you gonna say hi?'' he cornered me with his hands not letting me move, his face was leaning closer but I smelled alcohol so of course he was drunk. ''We shouldn't be doing this'' I said while trying to escape but he made me sit back on the toilet before I could. ''I missed you a lot you know? I missed everything about you, and now you came back. We should be together'' ''Sorry not now Hyuck, amazing performance by the way'' I said while running out and hoping he won't catch me again.

Not gonna lie, talking to him made me feel very sad but angry at the same time so why not drink to fill that up. After some time of drinking and avoiding Donghyuck I wasn't wasted at all since I have high alcohol tolerance so I decided to go home. Mark offered to drive me home since he hadn't had any alcohol tonight so I accepted.

On my way home we didn't talk a lot but still felt comfortable. ''y/n, what do you think about me?'' I didn't expect that question ''what do you mean Markie'' He seemed nervous ''What do you think of me as a man'' We both stayed quiet ''I mean you are my friend-'' He interrupted me ''No y/n no, I liked you since a very long time but then I had to bear my feelings when you started dating Donghyuck'' When Mark said that it left me speechless. ''Now that Donghyuck and you are over and you are back, I wanted to tell you what you think about me'' I didn't know how to answer, maybe I was a bit drunk after all but I always saw him as my best friend and even brother sometimes.

''Mark, sorry let's talk another day I'm not in the right condition right now'' I lied, I was perfectly fine. ''Yea sorry y/n, I got carried on, don't remember this conversation please'' The drive was quiet and maybe uncomfortable too.

The sun rises, it was a new day. Today I wanted to start searching for a job and find an apartment I could afford, after spending half a day doing so I took a break and went to meet with some old friends. I arrived at the park where everyone knows each other, but literally, since it wasn't a very big city. ''Hey y/n, how are you?'' One of my friends said, I greeted them and went to hang out. The city itself didn't change at all so I recognized all the streets.

While walking freely someone asked ''So what's your relationship with Donghyuck right now?'' That was the last question I wanted to be asked, ''Oh no, we are over, is in the past-'' I got interrupted, ''Speaking of the devil look who's there'' It was Donghyuck with some of his friends, they were buying some ice cream in front of us. I wanted to turn back but they were already waving hands at them. ''Hey girls'' He said to start a conversation, we all sat in the café. I wanted to avoid looking at him because of yesterday's incident. ''y/n are you okay you look a little sick'' someone asked. ''Yea maybe is from yesterday so I think I have to go home'' I got up quickly '''l'll make you company, I'm sure you don't remember the way back'' Donghyuck said but that's the least I wanted from him. I insisted but still he made me company.

''Aren't you tired of avoiding me y/n?'' True, it was exhausting. ''Aren't you tired too of following me?'' He then stopped walking so I did. ''About yesterday, I was serious, I wanna start our relationship again'' I felt how his puppy-looking eyes were looking at me. ''no Hyuck-'' ''Why not? We only broke up because of you moving out, there isn't any other reason right?'' He took my hand which surprised me. ''Yes but because of how many years we haven't been in contact I just don't feel the same Hyuck''.

''Then why do I still love you?'' I didn't know how to answer. But do I still like him or is just me not wanting to accept it, it felt wrong not going back to him but at the same time it also feels right. I was getting Deja Vu, so my heart just took over. ''I still do Hyuck, I still love you a lot'' We hugged, I didn't want to break that hug, I wanted it to continue forever it felt so warm. ''Do you wanna start over?'' I nodded and the very next second he leaned forward to kiss me.

Our lips meet passionately, him being dominant while playing with my tongue. ''You don't know how much I missed those lips'' He shared and made me blush, ''Want me to rile you up at my home?'' It surprised me and I just laughed it off but my phone ringing had to interrupt the moment. It was my mom telling me to go home because guests were at my second welcoming party, ''Hyuck wanna come to my second welcoming party? You know my mom loves you'' He absolutely agreed. My mom and him were like best friends so why not.

We arrived home with our hands held together, and that's when I saw Mark coming toward us. I needed to pretend that I was drunk during yesterday's conversation so he probably thought I forgot about it seeing us holding hands. ''Oh damn, are you guys together again'' He laughed to not seem sad or whatever feeling I knew except happiness, ''I know right, she's hard to get every time'' Donghyck said not knowing anything Mark and I were thinking so I felt sorry for him. Mark liked me and he was his best friend also.

At this party there were neighbors and my parent's friends so I didn't feel that much pressure. My mom kept asking Donghyuck and me if we are ever getting married but all I could see is Mark's uncomfortable face, it made me feel sad and bad knowing he always had that face since Donghyuck and I dated. When the party was coming to an end Donghyuck insisted if he could stay the night over and my mom heard it so of course he could. While saying goodbye to the guests it was Mark's turn, again I had to pretend nothing happened which was very tiring. ''Thanks for coming Mark'' I smiled at him like I always used to so he did the same but it didn't feel like a real one. I didn't wanna lose my best friend but he didn't feel the same way about me.

My parents were already sleeping because of the alcohol they drank earlier but me and Donghyuck were still awake. ''Your room didn't change that much, I still remember the first time we did it in your bed'' We both laughed and covered ourselves with the blanket, I wished this moment went on forever. He was the big spoon which I liked because of how warm his hugs were, ''Did you date any guys while you were away? I didn't date any girls, look how loyal I am'' I didn't date any guy but maybe a few one-night stands but how do I tell him. ''What if I told you I did'' He lifted his head looking annoyed ''Then you had sex while I was here waiting for you?'' I felt very bad but I've never thought of coming back to him so it wasn't an excuse. ''Maybe'' I said quietly to not annoy him more.

''Want to fuck?'' Did he just say that straight to me? I felt something growing quickly on my ass, I knew he was hard. We kissed and pulled apart when we were out of breath, and he made me lay on my bed carefully while kissing my neck. Donghyuck took off my clothes so I tried to take off his shirt, ''If you wanna see my body so bad, lemme eat you out first'' I nodded because of how desperately I needed his tongue on my clit right now. I slightly moaned when he put his tongue on my pussy, ''Babe open your legs wider for me, please'' Realising it was difficult for him to eat me out with almost closed legs. I opened them so he kept sucking my clit, my hands landed on his hair pulling it carefully to not hurt him.

When Donghyuck inserted one finger inside me I could tell how much I missed being eaten out because of my moans, I kinda begged for more in the middle of my moans. He inserted two more which made me breathless of how sudden it was, I tried to push him a bit but it felt so good although painful at the same time, ''babe how are you so tight if you fucked with other guys'' Then he went to suck my clit while hitting my g-spot aggressively. I could see my orgasm coming ''Hyuck I'm close'' I tried to say and then I felt something, I just squirted and came at the same time, it felt awesome, and didn't want to stop. Donghyuck didn't stop with his fingers so I rode it while my legs were twitching, ''didn't know you could squirt, or you learned while fucking other guys too''.

I've never squirted in my life and he was the one that made me do it, ''No Hyuck, is my first time'' He then kissed me ''you want a break or keep going, baby'' I wasn't sure but seeing Donghyuck's stoner made me say keep going. He took off his clothes and started to accommodate his body above me. Missionary was his favorite, he could see my face while he fucks me, I obviously remembered that.

He slowly rubbed his tip in the lips of my hole, and when he slowly made it inside we both realized I was tight as fuck. The feeling of Donghyuck's cock inside me was thrilling, painful but pleasing. ''God you are so fucking tight'' He moaned out of pleasure, I was loosing ny mind by the time Donghyuck’s thrusts were faster. I could feel my second orgasm soon, i gripped my hands on his naked shoulders and moaned harder than before. He knew I was coming soon, “don’t cum yet baby” I did as he told but I couldn’t resist anymore “Hyuck, please”. Then he used his finger to rub on my clit while thrusting faster. He knew how to satisfy me perfectly, and soon I was coming all over his dick while at the same time his cum was filling me.

We both panted as desperately kissed even tho we were put of breath, “Fuck I missed seeing my cum slipping out of ur pussy” He said after licking it. “Welcome home y/n” Those words were enough for me to sleep comfortable, we cuddled to sleep “So what are you doing for a living” I asked out of curiosity. “Nothing in special, just concerts at local festivals even tho we are trying for a label to contact us” I didn’t know he took music seriously, when younger it seemed like a fun activity to do but never imagined he would be living of it. After asking some questions I was already sleepy and Donghyuck kissed my forehead before saying goodnight.

It was 8am and since mom is a morning person she went to my room and see how we were, the thing is that we were both naked but covered in blankets while hugging each other. She knew what we did last night just by looking at us, When I woke up Donghyuck wasn’t anymore in my bed, he probably had to do something so I don’t blame him. When k went to the kitchen to eat something he was there cooking breakfast with my mom, Donghyuck was a very good cook and thats another reason why my mom loved him.

“So how was list night young couple” my mom sai d while we were eating, after she said that I started choking on my food surprised. She just laughed and looked at Donghyuck “We were great last night thanks miss ___” He smirked at me. After tidying things up I saw that Mark texted me, my heart was racing but not of excitement but of fear.

Mark: yo y/n I was wondering if ur free rn

Mark: If u are could u come meet me at the park in our neighborhood?

I knew what his intentions were, he wanted to confess I was sure. But then Donghyuck noticed the text Mark sent me “are you going?”He said which it startled me a bit, “Im not sure, should I?” He nodded his head, I could trust him. “I’ll wait you here if you need anything baby” He then hugged me, it was as if Donghyuck also knew about Mark’s intention but I wasn’t sure at all.

Seeing Mark and feeling awkward was not normal, when you arrived he first acted normal but the topic changed. “Y/n I know that you and Donghyuck are back together but I just wanted to tell you that I’m here to support you, if you need anything I’m here, and I want you to think of me as someone who will always take care of you” Realization hits when his voice started to became fragile, as if his words were hurting him. “Mark… You know you are my everything like literally, you’ve been with me at my worst and literally saved me from everything. I want to thank you, and the other day… I wasn’t drunk at all so I know why are you saying this” He looked at me with his red cheeks, maybe from embarrassment, nervousness?

“So you know…” I nodded and hugged him, this hug felt different is like a new and different type of one. One that means all the friendship and love between us, one that if we ever break everything does. “I will try and change but I don’t want to loose you, you are everything I could ask for even if we stay like this” His words felt sincere but liking your best friend isn’t a crime either. “Mark, liking your best friend isn’t a crime silly, take your time don’t worry ill help you somehow” After some time you went home but feeling kinda heartbroken and felt pity for Mark, but Donghyuck was still there.

“What happened baby, everything alright?” We both hugged desperately, some tears started falling from my eyes and landed on Donghyuck’s chest. “Not gonna lie, I knew Mark had a crush on you way before we started dating, he told me himself but I just couldn’t contain myself” Those words made me surprised, he knew but never told me? “Hyuck be so for real” I tried to break the hug but Donghyuck’s arms were definitely stronger. “y/n I want you to focus on us, let’s love again but stronger this time, okay? I didn’t spent all my youth trying to make you fall in love for me for nothing” He was right, I wanted to free myself for a bit from adult life. The sudden change of becoming an adult is shocking, I wasn’t prepared at all but right now I really wanted for Donghyuck to comfort me, I wanted to be comforted by him.

Thanks guys for all the likes ive been getting😭🫶🫶 And bro Im super excited for ISTJ, im sure is gonna be good asfff and im prob gonna get some material to write with it ;) And again thanks everyone <33

[carnivore-voyeur]

I appreciate the way Tobias uses genre to tell a story. The psychedelic rock of the 60s we hear in Kiss The Go-Goat and in Mary On A Cross make sense narratively as it harkens back to a fictional past when Papa Nihil was THE Papa. The Doors. Hendrix. The Animals. Cream. It wouldn’t be unbelievable to place these songs back in that time to make them Classic Rock Hits in the fictional 21st century that the universe of Ghost is set in. It’s not only that. It’s the evolution of rock within that universe Tobias is committed to.

Think of Dance Macabre and of Spillways, which literally involves Arena Rock legend Joe Elliott of Def Leppard. We get the sense that not only did Papa Nihil’ s style evolve but that the subsequent “Papas” were raised to love and appreciate this style - especially the ‘youngest’ or ‘newest’ one, Copia. It makes sense not only because Tobias was a child raised on that type of music, but narratively in the sense that his characters were too, and that Papa Emeritus IV especially incorporate it into his style as he ends up selling out actual arenas.

Tobias has been heavily involved in the metal scene, even way before Ghost. So, there are aspects of Ghost that are very much forged (lol) from him being immersed in that for so long. At the same time, he draws inspiration from theater, punk rock, pop, doom, 80s ballads and everything in between to tell a story and he does so effectively. To deny that Ghost is metal is absolutely ridiculous. To limit Ghost to metal is also absolutely ridiculous. Ghost is very intentional in their use of metal, as well as their branching into other genres.

Half the internal battle people have with labeling Ghost as “metal” comes from the fact that Tobias does this, but it’s in doing this that he really pays homage to the origins of metal. I think people forget (or maybe they never knew) what metal started with. We wouldn’t have shock rock without Screamin’ Jay Hawkins but if you listened to his music you wouldn’t automatically think “metal” unless you had a deep appreciation for metal. Even Black Sabbath by today’s standards would be under the scrutiny of gatekeeping metal elitists.

Ghost is a love letter to rock music across genres. Ghost also shows a deep appreciation for metal specifically. It fully embraces the “shock” aspect of metal. It’s heavy when it needs to be. It’s bringing metal back to the forefront after being beaten down by “butt rock” and the explosion of pop “indie��� rock that was inoffensive to both atheists and evangelicals alike while still giving them a little bit of “edge” so they could still feel cool. Metal is a big middle finger to that, and Ghost was instrumental in reviving it for a large audience.

All. While. Being. A. “Satanic.” Band.

That’s hard! It’s brilliant. It should be impossible. It’s forbidden. It’s scandalous. It’s hilarious. They’re a joke. They’re the best thing you ever heard. They contain multitudes. So, haters can keep hating, but there’s a reason why Ghost is so popular and there’s a reason why they’re adored by so many rock musicians both inside and out of the metal scene. What they do is unique and nostalgic all in one, all while telling a story that uses genre as a literary device and yet creates these songs that can be enjoyed independent of their story.

[rocknrollflames]

Hi, I’m new to the fandom. Do you have the list of the 30 day band list? I would love to participate. I blog about guns n’ roses, bon jovi & motley crue. I make gifs and write fan fiction but i understand that my writing style is dark and might not be for everyone. My favourite song of all time is rocket queen by guns n’ roses. I want to thank everyone in the tumblr fandom for introducing me to it. I look forward to hearing from you. 😊

Dear Rocket Queen,

So nice to meet you and hear from you! I'm so glad you were introduced to one of GNR's masterpieces, their best dance track, and their all-time sexiest song. And I'm so glad you love and appreciate it as much as I do. (You can also dance to parts of It's so Easy and Mr. Brownstone.) I'm always happy to know fellow Guns fans. (Well ... except pseudo-fans who like to dog on Izzy, lol. They don't enjoy meeting me. 😊 But they definitely don't forget crossing my path. 🤗)

Keep up the writing, and do your thing. I love that people write for GNR. I must admit I don't read much fan fic, so if you don't get any likes from me don't ever take it personally! I will try and read at least one, though! I also like Motley. I'm not a huge Bon Jovi fan, but had a friend from Kentucky who was a diehard! I do have a lot of respect for them though, and I LOVE Livin' On a Prayer.

I write myself, but can't say I know what my style is as of yet. I guess I try to add a little humor where I can, lol. But I love research, so I am working on a couple of non-fiction books, as well as a novel set in the 80's. Oh! I have written ONE fan fic, but I've never shared it! 🤭

Here's the 30-day Band Challenge. I got it from vancruejovi. I'm so glad you reached out and want to do it! Keep listening to Guns N' Roses, and rock and roll. 🎸 (Rock is not dead.) And welcome to fandom, DD. 😘 ❤️ 😉

Love,

Flames 🔥

[lonelywhalien22]

pretty lies - part one

pairing: vernon x reader

rating/genre: enemies to lovers, slow burn, ANGSTY fluff, band au

summary: supporting your friend mingyu becomes way more than you ever could have bargained for when you become involved with one of his bandmates

warnings: cussing, vernon has issues in this story but please remember this is a work of fiction, mingyu stans don’t hate me but mingyu and reader are just friends

word count: 3.4k

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Music blasted out your eardrums as you maneuvered in between dancing bodies, attempting to juggle two cups of a mystery mixture back to your friend. It was late on a Friday night, and Mingyu had convinced you to go to yet another party against your better judgement. You’d agreed as long as you could leave after two hours, but as soon as you’d arrived he’d dragged you around for drinks, dancing, and chatting with a bunch of people. Before you knew it, it had been over three hours, but you weren’t necessarily complaining - the party was more fun than you were expecting, and you didn’t mind staying around for a little longer. You knew that had been Mingyu’s plan all along anyways. As you finally found him again in a spot you two had carved out in a corner, you noticed him sweet-talking a brunette that hadn’t been there when you’d first left just minutes ago.

“I’m actually a drummer in a band -” you heard him say with the sultry voice he reserved for parties.

Ever the charmer as usual, you thought to yourself as you finally arrived, handing over the cup to Mingyu as he gave you a quick thanks and went back to chatting up the person, his flirty smile back on as soon as he turned away from you. You gave a quick greeting to the girl so you didn’t seem rude.

“So how do you two know each other,” she asked nervously, trying to seem as if she was having friendly conversation but clearly wondering if the two of you were dating.

“Y/n’s a family friend, almost like a little sibling,” Mingyu waived off casually. “We’ve known each other since we were kids.” 

Much to your annoyance, he ruffled the top of your hair to further the point. Giving him a piercing glare, you took the hint and excused yourself, saying you had to check in with another friend before Mingyu could do any more damage to your scalp.

You snagged a rare empty chair at the small kitchen island, deciding to do some people watching as you sipped on your drink and waited for Mingyu to finish. The party was being hosted by another member of the band Mingyu was in so there were lots of music types there. Whenever you had asked him, Mingyu described their music as, “deep in the trenches of darkness,” whatever that meant. If the abundance of black clothing at this party and the loudness of the music was any indication, you figured it just meant punk rock or something. Having set your drink on the counter, you reached back for it blindly but miscalculated where it was, your hand bumping it over as you felt a sticky liquid begin to soak your fingers.

“Shit,” you said under you breath, turning around to see the mess of red liquid. 

Your eyes searched the counter for paper towels, pulling several from a nearby roll and quickly dabbing away at the mess as some of the spill made its way down the counter to where a few other people were sitting, completely unaware in the loudness of the crowd. The liquid had even begun to bleed into a notebook that was sitting on the counter surface. You quickly picked it up and wiped it dry, panicking as you saw that some of the pages were now stained. As you continued to do your best to dry it off, the person seated next to you finally seemed to notice the commotion and turned around.

“What the fuck?”

“Sorry, I spilled my drink but I’m cleaning it u -”

“Get your hands off my stuff.”

“Huh?”

You took your eyes off the mess you made, looking up towards the terse voice. A guy was scowling at you, his eyes a dark hazel under a mess of short wavy brown hair. You were so startled by the anger that emanated from him that you froze in place for a moment.

“Did you hear me? I said drop it,” he spat again before snatching the book out of your hands and grabbing more paper towels, quickly opening the book and dabbing the inside pages.

“What’s your problem?” You replied, now pissed off. You’d said sorry and had cleaned up the spill immediately and yet this guy was acting as if you’d just purposely set fire to his stuff.

“Just leave me alone,” he said in a tone of finality. He didn’t even bother looking back over at you again, eyes focused completely on the pages of the notebook.

“Fucking asshole,” you muttered under your breath as you abandoned your seat at the island, scanning the crowd for Mingyu. It took you a few minutes, but you spotted him on a couch, the brunette now practically sitting on his lap as he spoke to her with hooded eyes. Huffing, you waited a few moments to catch his gaze, nodding off towards the front door when he finally saw you, a look of concern on his face as he noticed your expression. Mingyu nodded quickly and turned back to the girl, leaning in and whispering something to her before pulling out his phone. You decided you’d wait outside for him to finish, the cool air helping to calm you down a little.

The door opened again a minute later, and you heard Mingyu walk out to stand in front of you, a sheepish smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry y/nnnnn, please forgive me.”

He probably thought you were still upset about his little lie earlier. You rolled your eyes in a playful annoyance.

“Little sibling? You do know I’m older than you by six months, right?”

“Of course, I know! I just didn’t want her to get the wrong idea.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Let’s just get out of here please?”

You reached up and ruffled the hair on his head in retaliation, although it didn’t have nearly the same effect considering the twelve inches he had over you in height. Mingyu laughed as he pulled out his phone again, calling for a ride share pick up.

You were quiet on the way back, letting Mingyu recount his success story from tonight as he giddily waved his phone, the brunette’s contact info now saved. You didn’t even bother telling him to spare you the details like you normally would. Your encounter with that one guy had soured your mood and you really just wanted to decompress in the quiet of your apartment.

“Y/n? Did something else happen tonight?” Mingyu questioned, finally realizing towards the end of the ride that you were a bit out of it.

“No, just tired” you decided to lie, not wanting to concern him. You knew he’d feel excessively guilty for bringing you if he found out what happened.

The car slowed in front of your apartment and you eagerly climbed out.

“Goodnight, I’ll call you sometime this week!” Mingyu waved cheerfully, still clearly a little tipsy. 

“See you Mingyu.”

—————

Mingyu’s call came much sooner than expected. Just three days later, in fact. It was Tuesday morning, and your phone’s vibration had jerked you awake about a half hour before your alarm. Grumbling, you reached for it to see a silly selfie of Mingyu light up your cell screen.

“Hello? Mingyu?” you said sleepily.

“Y/n, I need a huge favor.”

“What is it?” you said with a concerned tone.

“My wreck of a car isn’t starting. I can take the bus to work no problem, but I also have practice with the band tonight and the location is too far from any stop - plus I’ve gotta bring all this equipment. Could you give me a ride? Practice is at six,” he said pleadingly.

“Ok, I’ll pick you up when you get off and take you over, just text me then,” you said simply. The line stayed silent.

“Mingyu?” you asked uneasily. “What are you not telling me?”

“Well, I called to have someone take a look yesterday and apparently the part they need to replace in my car is kind of hard to find since it’s such an old model…”

“Ok. So...?”

“They said it’ll probably take a month at the very least to get it and make the repair.”

You let out a sigh.

“Y/n??? Say something please.” The man was practically crying on the other end of the line.

“Just promise me you won’t make me drive you to and from your hookups.”

“Thank you y/n I love you so much-”

You hung up the phone exasperatedly and curled back into bed, trying to savor the last twenty minutes of sleep before you had to get up for work. Hopefully you didn’t regret agreeing to this, although you’d never actually decline a friend in need.

Your phone vibrated with one last message from Mingyu:

Mingyu: thanks again. really. <3

You: of course. now let me go back to sleep please.

—————

That evening you pulled up to Mingyu’s apartment, about a half hour before six. You shot him a text and waited patiently. Two minutes later the door to the apartment opened, your friend’s back facing you as he carried out some equipment and kicked the door shut again with his foot. You hopped out of the car.

“Here,” you said as you opened the trunk. “Is there any more stuff inside you need help carrying?”

“Yeah, just the stuff in the black carrier bags. It’s all piled up right by the door, thanks,” Mingyu said with a huff as he gently placed the first load inside your car.

As you entered Mingyu’s apartment, you saw a bunch of boxes scattered all over his tiny living room. Some of them were open, an assortment of items peaking out. Clothing, some books - one was filled entirely with old dvd’s. Mingyu reappeared to grab the last bit of stuff and lock up.

“What’s with all the boxes? Are you moving out?” you asked.

“Kinda the opposite actually. We just got a new guitarist and singer for the band and I’m letting him stay with me for the time being.” 

“I should’ve known that stuff wasn’t yours when I saw the books.”

“Haha, very funny.”

Once you made sure everything was secure, the two of you got back in your car and made your way to the band’s practice location. 

“I’ll show you the way, it’s actually the same place where the party was last night,” Mingyu explained.

Like he’d mentioned earlier, the house where the band practiced was in a secluded area away from the city. You didn’t even recognize the route as you drove it. After several miles of quiet forest and trees he finally motioned for you to pull into an upcoming driveway. As you turned off the car, Mingyu quickly hopped out and opened your trunk, beginning to carry stuff inside the small house. He didn’t even knock on the door, simply letting himself inside. You grabbed some of the lighter things from the trunk, one handle in each hand, and followed after him. Upon entering the house, your nose twisted a little at the stench. The walls were a yellowish-tan color, and you saw some half-eaten food laying out on the stained kitchen counter. Beer bottles and red cups littered the space, clearly remnants from the party that had yet to be cleaned up. What a difference sober eyes made.

“You can bring that over here, y/n,” Mingyu motioned you over to where he was already pulling out items and setting them up. As you set the stuff down, a guy in a red flannel and jeans appeared out of a hallway near a back corner.

“You’re here! What’s up man?”

“Hey Jay, good to see you. Smells like shit in here though,” Mingyu said in a joking manner.

“I know, I know, I still gotta clean up some. Last time I’m hosting a party,” Jay responded, picking up the half eaten sandwich and taking a bite before noticing you standing next to Mingyu.

“Hello there,” he said amusedly with a friendly smile. You gave a little wave in return and introduced yourself.

“Sorry for the mess. I promise it’s normally cleaner in here.” Jay began shoving stuff off of a couch in the corner, assuming you’d be hanging around.

“It’s no big deal! I’m just here helping Mingyu unpack and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Yeah, so you can stop pretending,” Mingyu finished, coming back inside with the last bit of stuff from your car. “Where’s Vernon anyways?”

“Man, your guess is as good as mine. Didn’t you see him earlier today?”

“Only for a second this morning before he went who knows where,” Mingyu responded regrettably. “Dude doesn’t tell me anything.”

You checked the time on your phone. It was five minutes after six. You weren’t sure if you should wait around until the other guy showed up or if you should just leave. Mingyu had told you that practice would last until eight tonight, and you hoped this Vernon guy didn’t make it last even longer by showing up late.

“Mingyu? Do you need anything else before I head out?”

“No, thanks again for driving me here. We should still be done at eight if you can come get me then?”

“Of course. You guys have a good practice!”

“See you y/n!” Jay gave a small wave.

You finally exited the house and walked back to your car. Just as you had shut the driver door and put your seatbelt on, you heard the roar of a loud engine, a motorcyclist approaching the house and speeding into the driveway. As the rider pushed the kickstand down and hopped off, you noticed a guitar bag strapped to their back.

That must be Vernon, you thought to yourself. 

You continued watching as Vernon took off his helmet, a large hand raking through a familiar head of brown waves. He looked up slightly and you realized where you recognized him from. It was the same guy who had went psycho on you during the party last night. Making his way to the house entrance, he glanced at your car instinctively, the two of you making eye contact. Your heart raced a little, expecting him to confront you in the driveway, but he just kept walking, staring at you for a few more seconds with a slight frown on his face before shifting his attention back to the house and heading inside.

I can’t believe this shit.

You started your car and immediately pulled out of the driveway.

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31 Days of Productivity Reading もう一回！: Day 11

Before: Before getting into today's reading plans, we've passed another multiple of five for days so let's look at how my goals are going.

Read 100 pages of manga OR 25 pages of a novel each day [still on track!]

Finish reading three novels [we'll get there someday- there's still time]

Read ten volumes of manga [8/10 so close!]

Now on to the actual reading for today. Yet again, my spinner wheel chose a manga volume (honestly I'm shocked that I haven't gotten a single novel spin yet) and I'll be reading 悲しみのロックを鳴らせ ~ Rhapsody ~ by Kamatani Yuhki! Honestly I'd be way more surprised if anyone has heard about this manga than if no one has. Rhapsody is a multimedia project from the music magazine Rockin' On. I wouldn't have ever heard about it, let alone picked it up, had they not recruited Kamatani Sensei to work on the manga. They also released some music for the project under four different fictional bands, but the only band whose music I actually liked was Pink Flag. Their song 小さな神様 is my favorite and is actually pretty good.

After: I have been betrayed. And lied to. Today, I heard a clap of thunder, so I looked outside and saw rain clouds, then checked the forecast and it said that it was going to rain! So I made myself a cup of pumpkin spice black tea and got all cozy with my book. And then it never rained. For shame!

As for reading, I did indeed finish today's volume! As always, I adore Kamatani's art and the way they use visual metaphor. Not as always, I'm sitting here struggling to find something to say. I never expected this to be a new favorite of mine or one of Kamatani Sensei's best works, but I was still curious to check it out. It was okay. It was about a young man whose father, a famous rock singer and record label owner, recently died and left him the record label company. In planning his father's memorial concert, he grows closer to the father he felt he never knew. I think I'm gonna leave on that note because really, there just isn't much to say about it. I don't know necessarily if another volume or so would have helped this manga have more impact, but I do know that Kamatani Sensei excels at shorter series. Both of the series that I've read from them have been four volumes or less and are both some of my all time favorite series. So if you'd like to read from Kamatani Yuhki (and I highly recommend you do), I suggest picking up しまなみ誰そ彼 or ヒラエスは旅路の果て (one day I'll get my hands on physicals for the Japanese version of 少年ノート, but that day doesn't seem to be any time soon).

Overall, I read 215 pages of manga today and finished my ninth manga volume of the month! Since this manga was only one volume long, it gets taken off my spinner wheel and I know have an equal number of novels as manga to be chosen from. Is tomorrow the day I finally read a novel in Japanese? Stay tuned to find out.