#this is some johnny cash type shit

[ryanisasleep]

So I was just getting into piercings (don't wanna get any though) and my mind spiraled

Both SFW and NSFW MDNI

CW: Drugs usage and blowjobs, mafia AU, and...nothing else?

I wanted to make a proper oneshot of this but alas I need to clear my head.

You got them in your rebellious phase, wearing dark clothes, smoking, going out with bad people and starting to do a small little bit of drugs judt to piss of your parents and on top of all, you got tattoos and piercings.

Your parents, strictly cristians, didn't know anything about it but grew suspicious. Nevertheless, you still got good grades and by the time they accidentally discovered it, they kicked the shit out of you. (18 was your age)

Atp you knew you had to get your shit together and you decided to spend your remaining money on a crappy apartament. At least it had a fairly decent room where you could lay your sleeping bag on.

Now came the money problem, what could you do? You were still in college and you had to somewhat pay rent and the school fees so you had to go and search for one that paid well.

While passing through the alleys of your poor town you passed at the entrance of a bar, now closed but you saw an announcement for a vacant place, a stripper place.

Now your parents bombarded you with "Do not go to places like that, bad guys and the mafia is there," or "do that and we will disown you" type of shit but you were really desperate so you decided to email the place once got back home.

It was a good way to make money fast and easy.

You met the owner of the place, a good man with mutton chops and light blue eyes and he was glad to have another worker, this time he was happier than ever since it was a guy and after a good talk on the basic things he assigned you the job.

The first time you worked there you were nervous.

You entered when the place was still closed and you saw workers setting the lights, sofàs tables and drinks. You didn't kbow what to truly do until another man with a mowhack greeted you with rather joy.

"Well hello there! You must be the new guy!" he was shorter than you but he certainly didn't lack the muscles...

"Well yeah, I am..." "Oh I know who you are don't be shy! My name is John Mactavish and I will show you around big guy!"

After talking and getting the place shown he got you in the private rooms "Damn you are big for sure, how many pushups can you do?"

He pooked at your arms, squeezing them like some sort of cat face. "Too many, too many since bootcamp"

You explained to him some of your past life and he replied he did some bootcamp too but had to leave for some family reasons.

.

Time skip

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You were a real hit at that, you knew how to move and how to behave and the things you wore did help at enchanting your form. You realized that this place was an important one due to the fact that many contracts and businesses were done.

You asked Johnny what was all of this about and he simply replied you that this is were the mafia connected with the other cities. It was a good place since many drug lords and other sort of people came here to discuss and have a good hookup once in a while.

After that you came back to your pole and continued like nothing ever happend, you didn't really care about all of that since all you had to do was to earn cash to make you live longer.

But you were soon called into a different part of the club and there you realized you had to dance for other people.

At first it was no big deal but then you felt a hand passing on your sides and then slide on your back.

"Look here, the old man decided to hire someone else after that incident" it was a normal looking guy and his tone really did set your nerves off but he was quickly shushed by the head of the group, a tall man with a skull mask.

"Don't bother him, he does not know how to shut" he said after taking a drag of his cigarette.

After another bit of time he called in for a private booth.

Idk how to continue this

Basically then I had the idea of a blowjob...and...yeah you did that to him.

Imagine, like this guy expecting some relief after concluding a contract but the problem is you never did one so you were a bit hesitant

"Never did one before?" you nodded "Don't worry I can help you out. Open wide and no teeth"

You did and he unbuckled his belt revealing his member. He stroked it, and you heard a huff coming out of his mouth.

You loved his voice, you wanted to hear more and so you latched your tounge at the head, kitten licking it and slowly wrapping your mouth around it.

You heard many praises coming out of his mouth, such music for your ears and as you were all down and eagerly sucking his cock an idea came out in your head.

Teasing his piercings, all of 'em cuz by this time you understood that this guy was one hell of a good bottom. I mean, he ordered the complete service....

TBC I WANNA WRITE THIS THING BETTER

Also, you do not go to college, sorry for that, you have to pay your parents debts

[spidersinyourshoes]

Phantom Troupe music headcanons because i cannot stop projecting my interests onto them

in honor of me creating 6 different playlists today, here’s my thoughts on what type of music the Phantom Troupe would be into :>

Chrollo

Likes classic goth bands such as The Cure and Bauhaus, and is also really into classical music

Avid collector of the most obscure type of music that no one has ever heard of

Like what do you mean the first hour of your playlist is just Gregorian chants??

Listens to artists who have roughly 7 monthly listeners, and somehow he is 3 of them

Also an insane music nerd

He just somehow knows everything about different genres and their societal significance

Will also go into long rants about music based subcultures and their relevance

Nobunaga

Bit pretentious with it lol

Just doesn’t get modern music

Big fan of anything from the 70s or 80s though

Any song he can get nostalgic over tbh

Probably likes Johnny Cash as well??

Just picture any music that you’d hear at a suburban barbecue organized by single dads and he’d know all the songs by heart

Feitan

I don’t see him as someone who listens to a lot of music tbh

But when he does it’s some obscure shit

Probably more into instrumentals than vocals

Again, doesn’t care much, just know that it has to sound haunting or moody, otherwise he’ll turn that shit off

Shalnark swears he once saw him nodding along to Elton John but no one believes him

That did happen actually

He blames Phinks

Machi

Another one who doesn’t listen to a lot of music, but does have a few playlists she rotates between

Went through an emo phase when she was younger and still knows all of the lyrics to basically every Paramore song

Now she’s more partial to artists like Lana Del Rey and Girl in Red

Likes chill songs that aren’t too intense, just here for some good vibes that don’t distract too much

Phinks

Dad rock.

That’s it. That’s the headcanon

Single-handedly responsible for half of Led Zeppelin’s streams

Argues with Nobunaga over who has the better taste in music even though there’s actually a lot of overlap in their tastes

Has a guilty pleasure for emotional ballads as well but he’d sooner die than admit that out loud

Shalnark

Listens to everything

And when I say everything I mean everything

Has about a million playlists all for hyper specific scenarios and moods, but the only playlist he ever actually listens to is just a massive collection of all his favorite songs

It’s definitely over 50 hours long, and will switch from Britney Spears to Pierce the Veil, then the entire Shrek soundtrack, followed by old school country, of course some lo-fi beats, and then goes right back to ABBA

Everyone hates it but he loves it

If it sounds good it’s going in his playlist

Half of the songs he listens to are in languages he doesn’t even speak

Franklin

Chill music because he’s a chill guy

Likes the blues and jazz

But can also appreciate some 90s grunge

When driving, he’s the only one allowed on the aux because no one else can be trusted to play music that everyone will enjoy

Somehow he just knows exactly what songs to play with different people so that everyone can enjoy themselves

Shizuku

Unironically listens to elevator music

Another one of those ‘If I like it, I like it’ people

Really doesn’t care about genres or what’s popular

But I do think that Sufjan Stevens is one of her top artists every year

Does tend to listen to the same song on repeat for hours without even realizing it though

Pakunoda

Her taste in music is timeless and classy, much like herself

To her, it’s important that music shows emotion or tells a story

Debussy and Chopin are some of her favorites

She likes smooth, elegant music, perfect to dramatically sip wine to

Also prefers vinyl records over their digital counterparts

Honestly her music is the perfect ambience for planning heists

Bonolenov

Bono, being the walking music instrument he is, has a very deep connection to music

He has an insane sense of rhythm, and likes his music to be very rhythmic as well

The type of music you can dance to

While nothing will ever beat the music from his own tribe, he also loves exploring traditional music from different cultures all over the world

Preserving that type of music is very important to him

He can probably deduce a songs hidden meaning or secret story very easily, even if others are struggling to even comprehend what they’re listening to

He can certainly appreciate the artistry of different genres as well

But culturally significant music will always interest him most

Uvogin

All genres of metal and rock

As long as it’s loud, he’ll like it

Definitely the type of person to listen to Motörhead at 3AM and fall asleep to Black Sabbath

Could definitely do the vocals in a metal band if he felt like it

Also listens to Frank Sinatra religiously

I’m sorry I don’t make the rules that’s just how it is

Kortopi

Probably really likes very experimental stuff

Something that’s unconventional and just a tad eerie

Has never made a playlist once and doesn’t plan to

Just picks a song he likes and then listens to whatever’s suggested next

Probably listens to haunted house music to relax

Like out of tune organs with creaky doors in the background

The occasional whisper of a ghost

Everyone thinks it’s really weird but he’s enjoying himself lmao

And of course, they are all theater kids in their own right, so play any song from broadway and they’ll sing along (some more enthusiastically than others)

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Sergeant Riley can't settle so he goes for a walk. He follows the warm sound of a guitar right to Price's room. Inspired by that one loading screen and how it might have come to be.

CW: Simon Riley's life., Scousier Price than usual (because I fancied it, headcanon that he trained himself out of his accent as he got promoted, and, as a friend hypothesised, Price wouldn't codeswitch when it's just him and Simon).

Simon wasn't sure where he was going when he left his bunk and started walking. There were only so many times he could type out and delete the same fucking message, blue light illuminating his face in the darkness - are you using again? is he still out the house? are you eating? is she out of hospital yet? are you alive? - before he chewed his way out of his own fucking skin.

He didn't press send because he knew being left on read was worse than not sending the message at all. And yet, he still couldn't stop typing out those words.

As he prowled through the dark corridors, Simon remembered the words of some English teacher way back when; the definition of madness was doing the same shit over and over and expecting the same outcome. She'd said it in a clipped southern accent (and used a different word to 'shit') while handing him a referral note for internal exclusion, but her words had stuck more than the five hours staring at the wall.

Maybe he was mad. Any trooper or officer that found him lingering in the hallways, a hulking shadow with even darker circles beneath his eyes, would definitely fucking think so.

He wondered what that pretty young English teacher would say if she knew he punched people for queen and country rather than because they'd slagged off his mum now. She'd probably give him that same look they all had at the time. Pity.

Simon tapped each of his fingers to his thumb as he rounded the corner and stormed down the next corridor. It was 0300. A strange halfway point in the night when no one was awake, not the late workers who still had reports to finish or the early risers that liked to get a few fasted sets in at the gym before breakfast. It was just Simon, alone with the clutter banging around his skull and the itch beneath his skin.

By the time he reached the officer's corridor, he was worrying away at the already sore cuticles of his left hand, if only to stop grinding his teeth into a dull ache. Simon stopped at the far end and slumped against the wall, grey slab concrete cool through his sweat-soaked shirt. Then he heard it through the thrum of blood in his ears and the clutching tightness of his own shaking breaths: Johnny Cash.

At least he thought it was. Pretty certain. He followed the sound like a wrecking ship followed the beam of a lighthouse. Something to latch onto so he didn't drown in the winter sea of his own fucking head. He stopped outside the door, his shoulder against it, and closed his eyes.

It reminded him of peace and home. In the few moments of stability, his da always played Johnny Cash. Tommy was clean, no arguments, no alcohol, no violence. Just the summer sun beaming through the net curtains and the smell of cheap sausages on the BBQ in the garden as Simon thrashed Tommy on the PS1. As that husky voice played through their battered living room stereo, the Rileys could almost pass as normal.

"Are y'gonna stand out there all night, la?"

The music had stopped and Simon's eyes snapped open. He hesitated in the darkness, weighing up whether he could get away with sneaking off, but Price was the kind of man to follow up on weird shit. He was thorough like that. So Simon squared his shoulders and nudged the door open. "Lieutenant," he murmured, dipping his chin.

Price was sitting by his open window, the guitar slung across his lap. He examined Simon for a beat, his head tilted, shrewd blue eyes squinting. Once he'd seen what he was looking for, he looked away and moved the capo up the fretboard. "Struggling to get ya head down?"

"Yeah." Simon glanced around the room. If you looked closely, there were a few indications of character visible in the cracks in military perfection: the Liverpool FC scarf across the back of the desk chair, the football shoved under the bed, the fishing magazines sticking out the bin, and the ash tray on the windowsill. The bed was unmade, suggesting Price had made an effort to sleep and given up. "Could say the same for you, that."

Price hummed noncommittally. "Tomorrow's chocka, so I sacked it off for some time to meself." He glanced up and then followed Simon's eyeline down to the guitar again. "You play?"

"Naw," Simon shook his head. "Just recognised Johnny Cash. Me old man likes 'im." He glanced at the bed and the desk.

Price snorted and jutted his chin towards the bed. "Sit down, ya muppet."

Simon's arse hit the mattress like it was magnetised. Price had that effect on him. The moment Simon had learned Price was the best by every metric the SAS had, he'd got it in his head that he wanted to impress, to emulate. Every order and every shred of praise was eagerly consumed because it got Simon one step closer to filling the void of purpose in his chest.

"Yours too, huh?" Price strummed his fingertips over the strings, the note barely registering. "Strange, that."

"He teach ya?" The most his own da had taught him was to roll a decent spliff.

"Not a bloody chance," Price said, "Learned while I was at camp as a kid, like. It got me outta washin' my own dishes. Bit of Wonderwall... y'know."

"Not a lot's changed then."

"Watch it. Still got to approve the details for next week."

There was no heat to the threat. Price was shifting his fingers through the motions of what Simon assumed were chords without strumming. Something had flashed across Price's face at the mention of his da and the camp. Simon has got good at reading faces; if something was gonna turn violent, it was your first warning sign. He'd seen the flicker at the corner of Price's mouth, the flinch at the corner of his eye, and...

"Sommat on my face?"

"Just that bum fluff you're tryin' to grow inta beard, sir."

"Ahh, ya fuckin' git, s'not that bad." Price ran a hand over his jaw with a smirk. "Like to see you get close ta all this."

Despite himself, Simon grinned back. It was a small one; no flashing of teeth, more a flicker compared to a normal person. But it was there. Something dark, heavy and cold slithered out of his chest and he breathed a deep sigh.

"So, not a Cash fan, what're'ya inta? Moody bastard like you, mid-twenties, sommat like--" Simon recognised the tune after the first few chords from the playlists of one of Tommy's girlfriends. She'd been into that emo scene shit, with the side fringe and the mouth full of metal. "With bloodshot eyes, I watch you sleeping, the warmth I feel beside me is slowly fadi-- ah, nah?" Price grinned at the perplexed look on Simon's face.

"Dunno, never really had favourite music." He'd never really considered it. In the house, they listened to whatever his da wanted, and it wasn't like he could ever afford to own an iPod. "What did ya play at the camps?"

Price snorted. "Kumbaya."

"Bullshit."

"Nah. Camp coordinator were an arlarse. Nothin' too risque."

"But Wonderwall were fine."

"Eh, don't look at me, fella. They're one've yours."

Simon grimaced. Not one of Manchester's finest exports, but he wasn't gonna let that fly. "Hot shit comin' from a Scouser who ain't had a hit band since the Beatles."

"Oer, I'll give ya tha'." Price leaned back and strummed out a few chords of 'Hey Jude', and then changed. They sat in companionable silence as Price strummed through a mash up of familiar tunes. Simon watched his hands, the agile twitch of his fingers over the strings, and grew so focused he stopped covering the damage of his own.

"Ya know, if that gets infected on ops, could become a problem," Price said, indicating Simon's hands with a jut of his chin.

Simon clamped his fingers into his palms. "I'll get it looked at."

Price sat back, one arm folded across the top of the guitar, a finger tapping lightly against the wood. Simon would have given anything to know what he was thinking, if only to banish the Maelstrom of condemnation his own mind was conjuring to fill the gap. "Here, take this."

"What?" Before Simon could protest, the guitar had been thrust into his lap.

"It'll keep ya hands occupied, stop yet pickin' 'em to pieces."

"But I can't fuckin' play."

"Yet." Price shuffled his chair forward and took Simon's hand. "Loosen ya wrist, ya meff. There'yar. Right, gotta press a bit harder. Gonna teach you Smoke on Water. Be playin' Oasis' back catalogue before ya know."

So Simon sat there as Price patiently positioned his fingers and helped him strum through his first song. Every time he nailed a transition or struck a clear chord, he got praise and it made the itch beneath his skin turn into a buzz. He wasn't stupid. He knew this warm reaction wasn't love, or even a crush; it was the reaction of a kicked shelter dog being shown the tiniest morsel of kindness. It should make him feel sick, but he was too enraptured by the fact his hands were making fucking music. Not violence, not pain or death. Music.

They must have been sat there for over an hour, because there was light peaking over the windowsill when Price leaned back to grab his baccy and roll ups from under the desk. As he prepped his ciggy, Simon's eyes rolled up to the ceiling to the smoke detector, and he smirked when he noted the wires hanging out.

"Sommat ta say, sergeant?" Price asked as he set the roll up between his teeth and struck his lighter.

"Naw, sir. Just thinkin' how I wanna be like you when I grow up."

Price snorted. "You wanna be better than me, Simon." He chucked his lighter onto the desk. "And you will be. Just gotta get your head straight."

Simon placed the guitar on Price's bed. "How'd you do it? Get your head straight..."

"Practice," Price nodded towards the guitar as he tapped ash out his window, "and distractions."

Some things would always be there. Some things... never healed. That flicker in Price's face when he'd spoke about home didn't come from nought; it was like looking in a fucking mirror. "I can do that."

"I know ya can."

They watched the smoke of Price's cigarette curl out the window together, and Simon felt the cold, icy talons of last night recede, and then...

"Price, if Riley's done sucking your dick, get to the mess! And if you're fucking smoking, I'm gonna rip your balls off."

"Yessir, right away, sir." Price pinched the end of his ciggy and lobbed it out the window, flapping a hand to dispense the last of the smoke. The other dismissed Simon out the door with a jabbing thumb, removing him from the scene should their good captain decide to perform a snap inspection.

The guitar thing... yeah, Simon took that and ran. It wasn't long before he bought his own out of a Cancer Research charity shop and downloaded sheet music over the base WiFi. Every time shit became too loud, his head too full of clutter, he sat somewhere quiet and strummed until his fingers were sore.

Years later, after Roba, after Price wrenched Simon from a hurricane of self destruction, held him under the torrent of a cold shower as Simon had wailed into his chest, only to find Ghost glaring back when the dust had settled, Simon would return to the guitar again.

This time the songs were a little different, a little softer, because his motivation - the thing that drove him crazy, that filled his head - had a shitty fucking mohawk and blue eyes that bore right through him. Johnny loved it when he played. And if Johnny asked, Simon would play til the gates of hell opened up.

[narcolini]

white room - pt. 1

johnny davis (the bikeriders) x reader, 18+, canon typical themes and language, 2.8k words, 1 of ? johnny as a miserable bisexual divorcee and reader as someone too chilled and lonely to give a fuck a/n: it's written to be gender neutral, but there are a few references implying they may be afab (not overkill its just a very gendered landscape)

“Go fuck your good self, then.”

The door slams behind you and the window pane shakes with it, piece of shit car that it is, with an equally large turd of a guy running the thing. 

“Crazy bitch,” is the cab driver’s goodbye call, and yeah, maybe. But he’s the one dumping you in the wrong end of town—and after dark, no less. All you’d done was get a cab after a party, knowing you left all your cash in one of the boots under your bed, with the mad hope that the guy behind the wheel might just be kind enough to let you ride along on a promise. You had every intention of running upstairs to get him his fee, while he kept the engine running, mind you, but that uptight jack didn’t wanna hear a thing about it. Even had the nerve to ask you to comp him 'with those pretty lips o’ yours’, which is round about where you started calling him a filthy no-good perv, and he started pulling over in the middle of nowhere. 

Now you’re standing in the dark in nothin but your too-cheap denim jacket, that you never should’ve bought ‘cause you got shirts thicker than this, staring at a corner side bar that’s almost definitely filled with a hundred more of those cab driver types. Not in the driving sense, but in the fuck anyone that isn’t a man like us sense, you know? 

But what can you do? It’s in there, or out here, and you’re not in the shoes for walking, never mind running, so it’s not much of a choice at all.

You go up in a way like you been here before, like you know the name of the place even though the paint’s chipped off and the light ain’t lighting anymore, and in the time it takes to cross the street, you see three guys go in, three come out, and not a single woman or anyone else, so much as look at the place. It’d be a lie to say your heartbeat was going a speed anywhere near close to normal. Which is another thing you try and hide as you push through the door into the chaos of it all. 

It’s not a bar, it’s a God damn wolf den. 

You make it two steps and already you seen enough beer, and enough skin, and heard enough dogwhistles to consider just how bad it could really be to run barefoot across town. Your feet would only hurt a little bit, right? They seen you now though, and with the amount of bikes they got lined up outside, you wouldn’t even make it to the next block before one of them caught up to you. And then what? Might as well try talking wolf while you’re in here, better that than squaring up with one of them in some stinking alleyway.  

“You got a phone, big guy?” you ask, to the first one that really looks at you. He’s a head taller than you but it seems like that head’s spinning, so you figure he needs a little more explanation to get going. “Behind the bar or something? A payphone?”

He takes a while to reply, like you’re speaking some other language, then he says, “I got something you can ride, honey.”

And now you’re back in the cab all over again, and you’re still going fuckin' nowhere.

“Forget about it.”

You shove past him, and another two men smelling of liquor, until you can plant both hands on the edge of the bar and speak to the owner directly. At least, you think it’s the owner. Cause he’s stood back there, with a towel slung over his shoulder, and he’s the only one giving all of these animals their liquid feed for the night. 

“Hey," you start, “do you got a phone? One I could use?”

Instead of answering, he looks right over your head. Imagine that, like you ain’t there at all, right over and into the space behind. It takes a second, but then you realise it’s not just bad manners, it’s only that there’s someone else coming up to the back of you who’s much more important, to him anyway. 

And now, that’s a guy you look twice at.

He’s not tall, but he’s not short neither, something in the middle that suits you just right, if it mattered. Face like he’s seen some things too, but his hair’s combed all neat like he hasn’t seen nothin. If it weren’t for the bent pinky on his one hand and the scar on his knuckles across the other, you might think he was some sort of regular guy. But he got a walk like he owns the place, more than the barman, that's for sure, and the shirt he’s wearing is plastered with the same exact name as the rest of all these guys: VANDALS. Doesn’t take much to figure that he’s top dog of them. Vandal of the Vandals.

He slides right up to you like you asked him to, sitting his forearms on the edge—next to where your hands are. 

“Nah,” he says. Just like that. Nah.

You feel like laughing. “No?”

“Nah,” his head shakes, “you don’t wanna be in here.”

If it’s advice, it kinda feels like a threat and, well, if it’s a threat, it sorta feels like advice. A decent bit of it at that, cause he is right. You don’t wanna be in here. 

“Don’t want doesn’t make up for need,” you tell him. “And I need to use a phone, if you got one.”

“What for?”

“A cab?” Then you do laugh. “What? You worried I’ll ring your bill up by calling international?”

He makes a strange, sorta dismissive noise as he’s pushing off from the bar. “Worried you’d call some little boyfriend of yours,” he mumbles, then he walks round to the serving side and pulls a phone from under the lip of it.

“No boyfriend, sir. Just a mighty need to get home.” And the fuck outta this place.

He picks the handset up, spinning the dial without asking you for nothin, his eyes sitting on something you can’t see right in front of him. A number maybe. “Not many drivers will pick you up from here,” he says. "This one…yeah, well, you can try it.”

Any hope you had is fast disappearing on you. “That bad, huh?”

He passes you the phone, the twisty cord going all the way straight just to reach you. 

It connects as you put it up to your ear, and some lady with a voice all too quiet for telephones greets you on the other side, rushing you to the point before you can even try and warm her up a little.

"Hi, yeah, so I need a cab but I won’t be able to pay the guy until we get there, is that something your—hello? Hello?” You tut. The empty tone in your ear is a stinging slap to the face, right there, right across the cheekbone. “Motherfucker,” you say, but she’s already all the way gone. She didn’t even hear you out.

And this guy? Well he’s smiling when you look back at him, doing an awful bad job at pretending like he ain’t been listening. “Yeah," he clears his throat to hide a laugh he won’t laugh, “you should’a said you had no money. No cab’s gonna—”

“I know,” you snap. “Still had to ask though, didn’t I?”

He shrugs, nodding at sorta the same time like he agrees with you, even though his face is fixed like he don’t agree at all. Like you’re awful naive for thinking they might even listen to you in the first place.

“Guess I’m walkin’ then,” you decide. You pass him the handset, but he’s too slow to take it, so you go on your toes to lean over and put it back yourself. Hard and pissy with it. Shitty taxi service. Shitty phone. Shitty bar.

“You want a drink?”

Your heels hit the floor again. “What?"

He puts his hand out like he works here now, pointing to all the dingy bottles waiting behind him. “A beer…or?”

“Yeah," you test, “what’s the or?”

“Or,” he says, slow with it, "you sit round drinking nothin’ and wait until I can take you home.”

Your brows shoot up like he’s told a lie bigger than any you’ve ever heard. “You gonna take me home?” you ask, thinking yeah, he’s gonna take you home, and you’re gonna be the next big Santy Claus. 

He nods and it keeps going, like his head gets away from him. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I can give you a ride.”

For a second, you find yourself worrying about it. “That code for something else?”

He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jeans and sets one in-between his lips. “No. S’just a ride.”

You watch the lighter flip, the cigarette catch. Watch him take a drag and blow it out again. He isn’t acting drunk, and he don’t seem like he cares either way, whether you take a ride from him or not. All he seems bothered about is finding the end of that smoke, and popping the cap off another beer. 

If these are wolves, then he’s the oldest of them. The most tired and nicked with battle scars. From where you’re standing, that makes him the least threatening too, cause you come with a whole load of baggage, and he looks like he’s got even more than that. And anyone with all that shit on their shoulders? Yeah, they’re not gonna be no sort of trouble at all. They just wanna get home at night with their head pinned on straight still.

"Well alright,” you say. “I’ll take a beer and the ride, too.”

“Beer and a ride,” he grumbles back, not moving the cigarette and losing his words because of it. “I’m Johnny."

“Johnny?”

He nods, handing you the beer he just readied for himself. 

“Thanks.” You give him your name the same way he gave you his, and he says it back to you, the way you did with him, though you know you didn’t mumble it the first time. He heard you just right. “This the part where I tell you how far away I live, and you say actually, I don’t got the gas for that, right?”

“How far d’you live?”

“Other side of town.”

He shrugs. “I got gas enough.”

And that’s how you end up on the back of his bike, clinging on like some sort of koala bear thing, with the town going past like it’s made of nothing but air, cold, loud, air. Flooding your ears and the collar of your jacket, even the ends of your pants are filling up with it. Going so fast nothing feels like anything, only that, everything feels of everything. Way too much. By the time you’re pulling up to the house, your head’s spinning like you had ten beers, not two, and he has to offer his hand just to get you off in one piece.

“God,” you say, “does it feel that crazy every time?”

He looks like he wants to smile, but something inside don’t let him. “Guess so.”

“Well, you got bigger balls than me, that’s for sure.”

Then he really wants to smile, you can see it in the little crinkles by his eyes. “Night, kid.”

“Not a kid,” you tell him, cause you lived through too many years of shit to not get the respect an adult deserves, plus, you ain’t even that much younger than he is. Anyone without a stack of lines down his forehead must look like a kid to him. “Thanks for the ride. You really saved my ass.”

He waves it off, like it really was nothin, though actually it was a pretty big something, a real good favour. “Ah. Wasn’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you.”

“Oh yeah? Saw me walking in like some sort of square and the alarm bells went ringing?” 

“Yeah. Like that.”

You hum a little, shrugging while you think on it. “I could’a handled myself,” you tell him. Which isn’t all the way the truth, but it’s not too far from it neither. You can get mean when you have to.  

“Maybe, but you didn’t have to, did you?” He kicks the bike to life again, and there goes that engine, so loud his ears must be working half as good as they should be. “See you around,” he says.

You nod. As far as last words go, those are some pretty boring ones, but it’s later than late now, and you’re not feeling like standing outside any longer until one of you comes up with something better. So he gets a “see-ya” and that’s the last thing either of you will ever say to each other, cause when are you ever gonna find yourself in the middle of some roughed up, leather wearing, bike club, ever again? 

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Well. Turns out you got a whole lot wrong when it came to figuring Johnny out. Not even a full day goes by, and you’re hearing that rumble, that big bru-bru-bru, clattering noise coming right back down your street. And Mrs Saccone, who’s normally deafer than deaf, is banging a broom on your wall telling you to get rid of it. To get rid of him. Can you imagine? Old lady, never done nothin wrong in her life, as far as your Pops ever knew, and suddenly, big mean man on a bike, sitting outside and ruining her TV dinner. 

You couldn’t get out there fast enough. Half-dressed, you know, you were ready to settle down for the night. Work stuff off and replaced with those big, old man type boxer shorts. If it weren’t for the bathrobe, wrapped all up round yourself, you’d have blushed so hard it’d burst a blood vessel.

“You forget something?” you ask, parking your feet and slippers right onto the concrete next to him. “I got neighbours, you know.”

He frowns, pursing his lips as he looks you over. “I wake you up?”

“No. But I’d be lying if I said you weren’t disturbing my peace.”

He nods, still running that engine, one foot on the ground to keep him in one place there. It goes so long without him saying nothin that you start thinking maybe it’s your turn, and you forgot which one of you spoke last or something.

“Can I help you, Johnny?”

“Let me take you out,” he says. Not a question, but not bossy with it neither, just ‘let me’. If he’d said it like an order, you would’ve told him to stick it where you told the cab driver to stick it last night, but he seems to know better than that.

You pull the robe tighter, right up to your neck. “I’m not going back to that bar,” you tell him.

“No, not there.” He flicks a gloved hand over the bars of the bike, imagining some fancy, high-class sort of place, right there in front of him. “Somewhere nice. You and me.”

It’s a good thing your mother is on a whole other continent, because without thinking much about it at all, you say, “Alright, sure. You can take me out.” 

He smiles, and it might not be, but it feels like it’s the first one he’s shown you, all real and bunched up in that stubble of his. “You should go get dressed then.”

You feel the life drain right out of you. “We’re going now?”

“I’m here." He shrugs. "So, yeah, why not?”

“You know most people would hate you for that,” you say, “giving a person no warning.”

The bike goes quiet then, and he swaps the keys for a pack of smokes in his pocket, leaning back like he got all the time in the world. “D’you hate me?” he asks.

“I might.”

“Oh, might.” He says it back like you don’t mean it, and won’t mean it, with another one of those funny throwaway noises following on after it. “I’ll take my luck with might.”

And what d’you say to that? Nothin, you say nothin, all you can say is, “Give me ten minutes.” 

Then you’re trotting back up the porch steps, hoping Mrs Saccone isn’t peeping through the curtains, and wondering what the Hell you’re gonna put on that’s any kind of suitable to go to a nice place with a Vandal on your arm. 

If it weren’t your life already, you wouldn’t believe any of it. This time just yesterday, you were at some square neck, office party, saying goodbye to some upper-level fucker—who never learned your name, and didn’t even thank-you for the half serious farewell note you left in the communal goodbye card—and tonight? God, if you weren’t so used to shit going unusually, you’d be pinching yourself. Real hard, too. 

Some man called Johnny, who you don’t know from Adam, swinging by to pick you up on his motorcycle. Yeah, ‘crazy bitch’ really is starting to feel like an appropriate title for you to have. Who would’a known?

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part two here

tagging: @drabbles-mc @garbinge

[outsidersstuff16]

Head Canons I have abt them (anon request!)

Order: Ponyboy, Johnny, Dallas, Soda, Darry, Steve, and Two-Bit

there will be ten each

Ponyboy-

Ponyboy seems like the type of person who will read the book before he watches the movie on the book to compare them and show the gang what's different about what.

2. Ponyboy seems like he would struggle to find writing creativity and when it comes to him, he goes into this writing zone and doesn't want to be bothered by anyone for the next 2-3 hours.

3. Ponyboy gives off this feeling that he's nice to everyone as long as they haven't badmouthed the gang or did any of the gang wrong. Like he would stop and help old people across the street because no one else would, You now?

4. I don't think that Ponyboy is a dog or cat guy rather a ferret guy who likes to dress up his fur noodle in things he's crocheted in his free time.

5. I can defiantly see Ponyboy being into what my family calls "grandma hobbies"; things such as Knitting, Crochet, Pottery, and Quilting.

6. Ponyboy is probably hella clumsy, like I could see him messing around on a table at bucks and falling off trying to jump to another table.

7. I feel like if the book was placed in the mid 70's he'd definitely listen to Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen or in his current time period he definitely listens to The Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash, he just seems like that type of guy.

8. He definitely treats Johnny to Fast Food when he has the extra money. It's not in a relationship kind of way just a hang out type of thing.

9. I can definitely see Ponyboy having a good 9 or 10 first place medals for track. He's probably what's carrying his schools track team too.

10. Ponyboy definitely helps people who can't get their lockers open at school and it's more than likely his pride and joy. I dare you to convince me otherwise.

Johnny-

1.He is a respectful king and no matter what everyone else says, he is not and innocent bean. Let's be so fr. He literally killed a man for his best friend and hangs out with Dallas Winston and y'all are gonna tell me he's innocent? Yeah right.

2.He has definitely picked up some really dirty jokes from hanging out with Dallas but will only use them in the appropriate setting. If there is something serious going on than he won't let out a joke. A party on the other hand, oh shit he's gonna be saying a dirty joke every 5 minutes.

3.He loves the rain and thinks it's a gift from God. He loves to dance in it alone or when he's feeling depressed or sad he'll just sit in the rain and let it comfort him. He thinks it's prettiest out when it rains. (and I Agree)

4.He loves helping mutts he finds on the streets. He has a best friend German shepherd he named Houston, and he follows him around a lot. I can also see them sleeping and cuddling in the lot together to protect each other.

5.Johnny has definitely influenced Pony to get his Ferret so Houston can play with it for funzees. He has also shown up to like 80% of Ponyboy's track meets.

6.Johnny goes home on Monday afternoons because he knows his parents are at work and he will go into his room and find entertainment for a few hours, shower, change his clothes, and then leave.

7.before his parents started fighting, they would do family outings on Wednesdays and go to restraunts, amusement parks, and fairs together and Johnny still keeps polaroids of those outings.

8.Johnny really doesn't drink but I can see him drinking on those big occasions when school gets out for the summers, or if its someone's birthday, but I think that'd be about it.

9.You can fight me on this in the comments, but I don't care. Johnny definitely has a summer job every summer. He'll work at the movie theater, the drive in, the dingo, or try for cashier at the DX. He always finds a job for the summer.

10.When Johnny's mom and dad started fighting Johnny was his mom's therapist and his dad's shit talking listener. So, like after a fight, Johnny would consol his mom and get her to bed and then listen to his dad talk shit about his mom until he was black out drunk.

Dallas-

1.Dallas has been around his parents fighting a lot and he definitely has mommy issues because of it. His mom has definitely left him for weeks or months at a time to starve growing up which destroyed his relationship with her growing up.

2.Dallas and Tim Shepherd definitely get drunk and sing stupid karaoke together and Ponyboy keeps polaroids of it to give to Dallas later when he's sober and Dallas keeps them in his wallet.

3.Dallas is definitely scared of spiders because he was bit by one when he was like 11 and has never let it go and so the gang will mess with him on occasion and scare the shit out of him with a rubber or plastic spider or some shit.

4.Dallas got his St. Christopher necklace from a preacher in New York after telling him all that is mother had done to him and him and that preacher still keep in contact. I can just see it man.

5.Dallas definitely smokes the 7-leaf clover, let's just face it, he's probably been to jail for it too. I could see him taking a weekend trip every other month to another state just to get the shit too.

6.He's broke a chair over Two-Bit's back to see if the chair was indestructible. It was not and the gang never let Dallas or Two-Bit forget it. Two-Bit and him do the dumbest shit together all of the time.

7.Dallas has beef with this one cat out in the streets of Tulsa because he was trying to be nice and pet it and it scratched his face all to hell and has been look for it for revenge ever since.

8.Dallas was trying to give Johnny a piggyback ride wearing socks on a hard wood floor and he slipped and fell into a metal chair and broke his pinky and ring finger and kicked the damn chair after he got up.

9.Dallas loves bon fires because it makes him feel like a fire master and he likes to stick sticks into the fire to catch them on fire as if they were torches and will pass it around to tell a spooky story.

10.If this man were to have a pet, he'd have a bearded dragon because he'd find them cool as fuck and he'd scare Ponyboy with it when he mouths off.

Sodapop-

1.Soda gets extra tips at the DX from middle aged women or high school girls and he's never complaining about it because bitch he's broke! He does however split the tips with steve.

2.When Soda's mom and dad passed, Soda got most of her pictures and also got a silk duvet and pillow and he won't use it because he's scared to ruin it.

3.When Soda is mad, he'll go work on cars at the DX and won't come back home for a couple hours till he's calmed down and talks to Darry about his situation. Soda is really car smart too.

4.Soda at some point fixed and rebuilt and engine and everyone went out to celebrate it because it was Soda's equivalent to graduating and it was the happiest day of his life and have about 20 different polaroids of the engine and celebration in his work shirt.

5.He picks on Steve ALL of the time at work and Steve almost always gets him back with a really fucked up prank for example, wrapping the staff urinal with Surran wrap and 9 times out of 10 you'll hear Soda yell "Steve, You FUCKHEAD!"

6.Soda and Steve at some point were dealing with a rude customer and Dallas Walked in and they all just started making fun of this person with no chill and everyone was laughing about it for the next 3 days after it happened.

7.Soda love to watch the nearby rivers flow. It's like free therapy to him and it became his obsession when he was 12. His mother showed him that spot. Soda goes there to think when he's really upset. When his dad and mom died, he went there and camped for 2 days.

8.him and Steve will make extremely offensive jokes about each other but will refuse every single time to crack a joke about the Death of Soda's Mom and Dad and I mean refuse.

9.Soda will steal Soda he's never tried during his shift and give a review to Steve so Steve will know what he should try when he goes in. Sometimes on their day off on the way to a rodeo, Steve will stop for drinks and buy one that Soda rated poorly, and Soda almost threw hands with Steve because of it.

10.Soda likes to give each rodeo trip a nickname like if someone got flung into a wall by a bull, he'll call it the the bull-wall rodeo for the rest of his life and everyone will know what he's talking about.

Darry-

1.Darry is a prankster at work. He just is. I can see him putting charcoal paste on his boss's radio announcer and he put it right up to his lips and was practically making out with the thing and everyone was laughing at Darry's boss the whole day.

2.Darry wanted to go to college to do Physical Therapy on people but when his parents died, he had to use his college funds to pay for the caskets and funeral service and he cries about it often.

3.Darry and Dallas have man to man talks about stuff that upset them over the week and nobody knows about these talks because it's like their therapy that they can have for free, and they can both trust each other to keep it unknown.

4.At some point Darry went to work incredibly sick and passed out while finishing a roofing job and he was taken to the hospital and when Soda came to see him Darry broke down because of stress.

5.Darry tries to participate in church with his brothers every other Sunday and it always makes him feel like his week will be better. He finds it as a good reset.

6.Darry likes to make faces at babies at the store and when the baby starts giggling excessively Darry runs for it. He did this one time when he was in the store with Soda and Soda told everyone.

7.Darry likes to put Steve in a headlock as his hi to Steve and when Darry doesn't do this, everyone questions if he's ok and if something happened at work for him to not do that to Steve.

8.Darry won't get a dog till Pony turn 17 and more mature because then the responsibility of the dog can be split more even, and he'd get it as a gift for Pony.

9.Darry has tripped Ponyboy down the stairs for being mouthy and Ponyboy will never let him live it down and Darry is still very proud of his actions to this day.

10.Darry was definitely the quarterback for the football team and his dad was more than proud of him for it. They celebrated with Darry the night he was announced quarterback.

Steve-

1.he's very insecure of his nose. Like people who walk into the DX will make fun of him and mock him for it. At some point it got so bad Steve had to start working exclusively in the back of the DX on cars.

2.He loves rodeos because his mom used to work at them when he was little, so he became very accustomed to watching them he, at some point, got so close with one of the rodeo stars that he was allowed to ride his horse and do some of the jumps.

3.Stevie boy here does not like chocolate cake as much as everyone in this fandom thinks. He likes it enough to eat it. Like Two-Bit ate chocolate cake in one scene and everyone kinda looked over it but Steve eats it and everyone's all like "OHHHHHHHH".

4.Steve had a rough childhood and he had to get close with his male neighbor to learn basic 'dad' tasks from him. So, Steve and his neighbor are really close and have a really good relationship and respect for each other.

5.Steve enjoys drinking on Friday nights at bucks and more often than not Buck will let him have the beer or shots on the house. Steve doesn't get black out drunk but just enough to get buzzed and feel nice.

6.Steve saves up for his own car. He has a separate job where all of the money he earns goes towards buying his first car all on his own and his mom knows of it and is really impressed with Steve's financial decision.

7.If Steve were to have a pet, he'd have a cockatiel named Fred (My sister's idea) and this damn bird would piss Soda, Pony, and Dally so much it's actually crazy. Dallas and this damned bird had a roasting competition, and everyone was judging the shit out of them.

8.Steve likes to bully and I mean bully the shit out of Two-Bit for the fact that he watches Mickey Mouse. However, Steve calmed down on it because Two-Bit doesn't even watch Mickey Mouse all of the time.

9.Steve trips up the girls that make Soda uncomfortable with their comments on Soda's physical appearance. At some point one girl was tripped so hard her face go like 30 scratches on it and it was hilarious.

10.Steve and Two-Bit will do extremely dumb shit together all of the fucking time. Literally Steve tried to do a backflip off of the front porch of the Curtis house and Two-Bit tried to catch him and they both tripped and hit their heads harder as fuck and then blamed Ponyboy.

Two-Bit

1.Well, it's Two-Bit he's a wild card. Unless someone died, he's saying the most random shit ever. The boys were at the drive in and all Two-Bit had to say was "damn I took the longest piss ever yesterday I pissed the new Mississippi River, man."

2.Two-Bit likes to blame Ponyboy for anything and everything he can and everyone finds it so funny because it makes them seem so much alike siblings and its actually so unreal and funny.

3.Whenever Two-Bit is upset, he'll talk to Soda or Steve about it and 9 times out of 10 they can help him out with it. He's really good at getting help when he needs it.

4.Him, Steve and Dallas are some hyper motherfuckers around each other and will all do some dumb shit that will end up hurting all three or two out of the three on one of the three and they can't help but act like total crackheads around each other.

5.Two-Bit isn't actually as obsessed with Mickey Mouse as everyone makes it seems he just happens to enjoy it but that doesn't necessarily mean he has to be absolutely obsessed with it.

6.If Two-Bit had a pet I'm pretty sure he'd have a Raccoon, tell me those bitches don't give off the same energy I know he'd be feeding the raccoon hotdogs 24/7 365. That raccoon is probably fat as fuck man.

7.Two-Bit likes to take walks around Tulsa with Tim or Curly Shepherd and crack the corniest jokes ever with them and wave down cops just to tell them that there was 'trouble' at the dingo.

8.Two-Bit likes to go and volunteer at vet clinics and somehow can always get at least 15 dogs adopted in 1 day and he calls it his big boy charm and use that information as you will.

9.Two-Bit likes to pick berries for Darry so he can make pie, fruit salads, and other deserts. He also has a designated basket for it and unless he has that specific basket, he won't go, he'll just stay home.

10.Two-Bit steals the ingredients for smores and makes a bon fire to roast them with the gang and I already know he likes his mallow burnt and that's ok because that's when they're best and him burning the mallow grosses Dallas out so so so much.

The End

A/n thank you sm for requesting this let me know if you would like more head canons or one including Y/n or spicy ones. Love y'all see ya next time!❤😘

[straycalamities]

do yuo think swegg woudl listen to brokencyde

or what would his mysic tatse be! (in whta u think ofc! (ialso forgot if u alreadu said what entres musictasye is but if u havent plz anserness! (ornot)))

nah unfortunately i dont think thats his type of music

i can however give you the artists i know for 100% fact he likes under the cut because it's long and i'm doing it list-view for easier reading:

3OH!3 <- very important

Kesha <- also very important

Nicki Minaj

Carly Rae Jepsen

Flo Rida

David Guetta

Maroon 5

One Direction

Miley Cyrus

Owl City

LMFAO

Katy Perry (duh)

Pitbull

Lady Gaga

Justin Bieber

Taio Cruz

Black Eyed Peas

Jonas Brothers

DNCE

Bruno Mars

Panic! At the Disco (Urie edition)

Lizzo

i mean obviously a very poppy early 2010s vibe because that was kinda a big part of the theme of him (yknow.. "swag" n all) plus the timeframe he was created and he's always kindofa time capsule OF that time (i know lizzo is more of a later years vibe deal but sh.)

obviously he knows MCR too but that's like...kinda like a ...unique taste thing or idk how to say it. like its special, not usual his character playlist for truffula flu has a lot of emo songs on it (old FOB, taking back sunday, sleeping with sirens, the spill canvas, LOTS of the used) but that's more because they fit his chara, not necessarily that he listens to them

entre's music taste has always been kinda hard for me to describe...like an indie-folk?? but also a bit folk-pop??? but he also likes old jazz with crooners and all that a lot. and bluegrass. and older country. he also likes some rock like some alt-rock (he gets it from me) but mainly indie-rock. he just...really likes stuff with that "indie" sound. ironic. but i feel like it also fits w his chara bc ive always thought that if the onceler just focused on the fact he can apparently play guitar and sing rly well??? none of this shit woulda happened and he probably woulda been happier

i've never made a whole playlist just for his music taste but a few notable artists are:

Jason Mraz <- his fav

Patsy Cline <- another fav

Vance Joy

Mumford & Sons

The Decemberists

Peggy Lee

Jack Johnson

Billie Holiday

Death Cab For Cutie

Weezer

Iron & Wine

The White Stripes

Frank Sinatra

I Don't Know How But They Found Me

Johnny Cash

Dean Martin

Radiohead

Dwight Yoakam

Andrew Bird

The Hives

IAMX <- a weird one for him but i cant unassociate

Florence + The Machine

Etta James

The Lumineers

Colter Wall

[prac-ticalproblems]

suggestion based off your post asking for suggestions: what do you think all their favorite albums would be. mind you they’re in the late 1960s so like it would be an album they liked so much they would save up and buy the record. lord knows music was an arm and a leg for 10 tracks. I’m thinkin engie might be into Johnny Cash, definitely bein into At Folsom Prison and probably also Townes Van Zandts self titled album when they came out in 1969. Scout would probably be a Chuck berry fan. I can also see him knowing how to dance to 40s big band music because his ma used to dance with him in his brothers in the living room as kids but he would be embarrassed about that one. Soldier would HATE the Beatles. and I have no idea about everyone else.

You. You get it. I’m gonna squeeze you. /pos

I love this ask so much I am going to do 60’s AND make it regional and Historical! Because we are syncing brain waves rn. (With a little bit of karaoke headcanonz)

1960’s music w the mercs

Medic - I believe that Medic is a very chaotic music lover. He has a background of classical in some way, with his fascination for it in the game and it’s bled outward into loving loud booms and the thrill of it speeding up.

So maybe some early forms of rock? Especially if it’s Peggy Peter’s. He sings like shit though.

Heavy - I’m not going to lie, this immediately came to me. Heavy loves pop. Heavy loves a bouncy little jig that he can play while cleaning Sasha. He probably got it from his sisters. I also believe that he has a very strong sense of political beliefs about his country so pop that has a message.

Definitely Edita Piekha. 100%. Lovely vocals from the gods. A little rattling, but He is a perfect bass.

Scout - HE WOULD LOVE CHUCK BERRY. That man hums ‘My Ding-a-ling’ as he showers. Absolutely.

He has Sex Bomb tattooed, but I’m sure his favorite Tom Jones song is actually It’s Not Unusual. He screeches when he sings instead of singing higher.

Demo - I see him being into much older songs for his age (he’s like nearly 30) just because of the way his mother raised him. I think he’s got an older soul than he thinks. So 1940’s swing and soul. Strong believer that he has more than a few albums that he cherishes, but most of them are from his mom.

He cries every time he puts it on though, just to let the feelings out. When he’s drunk, he sings terribly, when he’s sober? Probably still a little bad but he doesn’t know his range and doesn’t care if he’s tone deaf.

Pyro - I have personal ideas about Pyro that makes me think he is a huge Jimi Hendrix fan. I refuse to explain or elaborate as I will be here all day.

All Along the Watchtower. He bounces whenever it’s played.

Sniper - Jazz. I know it’s an easy answer, but it’s also THE RIGHT ONE. I think he’s very much a “nod his head and listen” type of music lover as a posed to “can’t stop moving” sort of guy.

He also probably prefers wordless music, for focus, and lyrics in music when he’s alone. (He is dancing in his room when no one’s around.)

Soldier - FUCKING HATES THE BEATLES. I’m almost tempted to say the only thing he listens to is music about WAR. But he’s probably into punk music. But I’m sure he fucks up and listens to anti war songs instead of actual war songs. So he’s accidentally listening to ‘hippie music’. No one has the will to explain it to him.

His favorite song is probably Gene Stridel - What do you win when you win a war. But only when he’s more self aware, more aware of his situation. It comes and goes. Soldier refuses to sing the song, ever. But it’s close to his heart, even if he sometimes doesn’t know why.

Spy - secretly a hippie. Definitely into Yé-yé, a type of french-ized version of British pop/exotica (like THE BEATLES.) He shows Soldier his music taste and it sends him into a rage. I think he takes pleasure in it.

Especially Baroque Yé-yé. Very Spy feely. Also Scout’s mom has probably shown him some Josephine Baker, and he likes it. Sings in a snooty little voice but it sounds pleasant enough. He thinks he’s the best singer in the team. (it’s heavy)

Engineer - GOD, you’re so right. Johnny Cash is the most fitting for him. I feel like he’s definitely a music sharer and taker. He carries songs from the people who he loves around with him. I think his mom loves Tammy Wynette and it’s crossed over to him.

Rip, you stupid fuck, you would have loved Poor Man’s Poison. He probably does that thing where they end off words in country with like a howl, instead of just ending the sentence.

[andys-dc-headcanons]

Daily Planet Music HC's

Clark: A lot of dorky, non traditionally masculine songs. He loves ABBA so much, has cried at Slipping Through My Fingers. A soft spot for classic country. When Lois told him Hurt was a Nine Inch Nails song and NOT originally sung by Johnny Cash it fucked him up for the better half of a day

Lois: A recovering edgy kid, she still has such a soft spot for shit like MCR. She also loves 80s power ballads too. Honestly anything that gets her really into the zone she likes, Metal, Hard Rock, Rap. She truly likes it all

Jimmy: Kinda Weirdcore music. He loves Oingo Boingo and Lemon Demon. Huge fan of Jack Stauber. Never allowed the AUX when going out for photos for a report

Perry: Jazz, 100%. He needs this calming music to deal with everyone else

Cat Grant: Only listens to songs from the top 100, she NEEDS to stay on trend no matter what

Steve: Glam Metal/Classic Rock. He regularly blasts pour some sugar on me. Does not care how loud it is

Ron: He is one of those types to "not really listen to music." The joke around the office is that working so close to politicians removed his soul

[jorban-ederble]

Might as well make a post for anyone who sees this

(CW: brief mentions of mental health conditions and concerns. Like, really brief. Nothing bad, I’m just nervous)

Hello, my name is Armani/Layne, I’m just… some thude from western Washington. Plan on starting a band, getting into music, that kinda biz; though for starters I’m looking to become an HVAC tech so I can get myself some money. Pays pretty well, actually!

I’m a self-described “manthing”, given I’m kinda having an identity crisis lately? May change this later or update if anyone’s interested, but I’m masculine of some sort, currently labeling as non-binary though I have considered agender, libramasculine, and demiboy. I’m asexual panromantic which is kinda neat though I do struggle to fully accept myself as an ace person. Fun times!

Anxiety runs in my family and DEFINITELY carried down to my ass, I’ve got depression of some type (can’t tell if it’s seasonal or what, though), deal with intrusive thoughts and am passively suicidal. My friends say I’m probably autistic as well as ADHD, though this has not been diagnosed (and probably won’t be for a few years), but I do show quite a few signs of both.

Of course, as my bio says, I’m super into hockey. My current banner is my own photo! Hockey’s kinda become a special interest of mine, and it’s actually really helped me through a lot of really tough times in my life, from loss to some really bad mental health problems. I’ve often thought, “there’s another game tomorrow” or “I’ve got next season to look forward to”, and it’s helped often.

My other interests (some are special) are, of course: music, rocks, animals, cars, that kinda deal. BUT I’m also really into fallout, and that’s why you’ll see me repost fallout stuff. I could go on about how much I love that series, but I can also go on about various artists and the history of sound recording, or I could go on about salmon and how much I love those little freaks (they’re one of my favorite animals!), or like… some dumb stuff I know about hockey. Did you know that “double teamed” is a real term used by announcers??? Well now you do. It means to block or guard an opponent with two players at once.

I’m into all sorts of music, from Tom Waits and Nick Cave, to Alice In Chains/Mad Season and Nirvana and Stone Temple Pilots, and then like… David Bowie and Vashti Bunyan and Connie Converse and Death Grips and Radiohead, then like… even weird, out-there wild ones like Derek Bailey and Anthony Braxton and shit. Weirdo free jazz kinda shit. Then I’m also into Pink Floyd and kinda getting into Led Zeppelin and The Doors, but I’m also really into Depeche Mode and Duran Duran and Naked Eyes and Kajagoogoo, then on top of THOSE guys, like… Johnny Cash, Colter Wall, Patsy Cline, etc. I’ve grown up around a whole ton of different music and my parents never let me shy away from discovering what sort of music I do or don’t like, and I do like quite a lot of shit… I actually have nearly my whole liked playlist on Spotify and would happily post a link if anyone would be interested in seeing it. I’ve got something for everyone in it.

(Oh yeah plus I make mashups and they SUCK so bad but it’s lowkey fun to see what works and what doesn’t and why…)

(OOOOH SHIT FORGOT I ALSO WRITE THINGS SO I DUNNO, MAYBE I’LL POST SOME FICS FROM TIME TO TIME???)

Oh yeah and, music aside, my OTHER favorite animals (currently) are jellyfish as well as salamanders, though I’m more partial to giant salamanders! Hellbenders are endemic to the US, is one of the state animals of Pennsylvania, and one of their nicknames (one of my absolute favorite ones, too) is lasagna lizard!

Also, my birthday is October 9th, making me a libra. That’s pretty cool

Thank you for reading, that was a lot, I know. I just… I dunno, want my mutuals to get to know me a little more and let random passerby’s know what this is about and who runs this blog I guess, that way if they have interest here, then… well, this is the stuff I’ll post about most likely, if I ever post- I dunno if I will. I may post my art more often, or something I do on guitar or whatever shitty mashup I’ve made recently in audacity or whatever. Or I’ll just… share music, I guess. I dunno. We’ll see!

Now go enjoy the rest of your day or night!! Or else!!!

—————— banner pic + hockey talk, ignore if you’d like! ——————

(My banner if I ever change it, ID: Jordan Eberle getting awarded his silver stick with his family, GM Ron Francis, and Kraken owner Sam Holloway, pregame, March 14th, 2024, Kraken V Capitals at Climate Pledge Arena, Seattle, WA.)

(Again, my own photo! Was a beautiful ceremony, loved being there even if the game resulted in a loss. Was really cool to see Alex Ovechkin, too, but also TJ Oshie! TJ is from Everett, so… I was personally more interested in seeing him that night, haha. He was actually nearing his own 1000th that night, he was at like… his 995th or something that night? Kinda neat!)

[gobbluthbutagirl]

coming back on here temporarily to say Does anybody have a spotify playlist of favorite songs or whatever that they are willing to share with me. i was so excited about how normal my spotify wrapped was this year until i noticed my top 5 artists are all over 70. Like i have a MAJOR old man music problem it would seem. i do not nor have i ever wanted to fuck that old man but i DO want to listen to his music so bad it makes me look stupid. i started counting how many of my top 100 songs were by old men and guys it was really bad. it was like more than 50. and i was listening to the ai dj wrapped thing and he was all “here’s your typical friday mood” and then he played me a 74-year-old man followed by a 76-year-old man followed by a guy who’s been dead for 20 years followed by ANOTHER guy who’s been dead for 20 years. And then he told me that my #9 artist this year was paul simon. and then he went “here’s some songs i think you’ll love” and it was all shit that my boy earle bailey already plays for me every night on sirius xm channel 26 classic vinyl. So long story short i am looking to diversify from old man music. i have already listened to bits and pieces of several random spotify users’ “best songs ever” type playlists in the weeks since and they were kind of a mixed bag. some good, some bad, some songs that were literally 25 minutes long and i didn’t notice until 21 minutes in when i felt like the song had been going on for kind of a while because i’m fucking stupid(in my defense i was in the middle of making a bûche de noël when this happened. Also you can tell i’m an intellectual because my phone tried to autocorrect noël to nosleep). i will listen to literally anything btw. Unless it sounds like it would be playing in a forever 21 in which case i probably won’t like it. also preferably those who will answer this call are into stuff that’s LESS mainstream than i am and not MORE mainstream. Because like no offense to swifties or whatever but like. I already know about her and i want stuff that i don’t already know about. And i’m also not really into country except like johnny cash and the chicks and a few others which yeah yeah cliche boring whatever but keep in mind i was literally born and raised in south carolina so that was fighting for country music dislikers’ rights and people died. oh yeah and i don’t like songs where the entire lyrics are just about a man and a woman having sex but if the entire lyrics are about gay sex then that’s fine. But also keep in mind i listened to “i started a joke” by the bee gees 1759 times in six months in the year 2022 so not only am i contractually forbidden from judging anybody else’s taste in music but also if i even so much as try then you dear reader are contractually obligated to print that little factoid out and tape it to a brick and come to my house and beat me with it. Thanks

[speltfields]

NO WAAAYYY YOUR NEW WIP 😭😭😭😭 YOURE TRYING TO KILL US !!!!!

and about music he listens to it's so hard for me to decide some genre i've listened to all the shane playlists on spotify and i can't decide

what about you????

-🫶 anon

ok so first off to my non stardew followars (sorry) im gonna start tagging everything with #sdv posting so u can blaclklist. love u

answer under the readmore to save u all from the harmful psychic rays of my thoughts

i habe been thinking about the answer to this question for SOOOO LONGGGGG because i feel this has layers like here's all the different factors I have to consider

[and willfully ignore because hes my wet pathetic doll i can do whatever i want with]

1. stardew takes place in like the 80's yeah? 🤔🤔🤔 i ignore this one most of the time. giving them cellphones is funny. its the 2020s they all just have bad cell service and dial up still

2. emilys 8 heart event shane dresses like a punk. Dude gives off "i wanted to be a goth in middle school but couldnt afford tripp pants from the mall but now im an adult and too lazy to try" vibes. maybe his music taste reflects this

3. Umm he's "old" Lol (affectionate) I see him like late 30's early 40's...

4. But is he like COOL old or THINKS hes cool old (important distinction you have surely been around both types of men before and know the difference)

these are all of the factors i have to consider when choosing what music he would listen to.. the like "game takes place during the 80s" thing is the rule i play fast and loose. I only care about it if its funny contextually. usually its funnier if its not the case. Anyways onto the actual headcanons

I think shane would have pretty bad taste in music but once u are friends with him he's open to listening to new stuff and if you show him something new he hadn't heard before he'd say "Huh you're kind of weird aren't you 😏" making fun of you for it but secretly he'd think it was good/ he is def open to listening to new stuff. He secretly does like old school country as well. Noone knows this. You discover john denver/johnny cash cds buried under his bed (he listens to them to feel cool)

I think he would believe he had an eccentric music taste but then you'd go through his collection and its like... weezer. rhcp. maybe some metal. and ur like. This is Dad Rock Radio Tier and he'd be like "WHAT green day isnt dad rock" (i dont believe this yet but id say it to him anyway to make him mad. you understand)

you'd show him some shit like roswell kid and he'd go crazy for it even though its kinda cheesy. also he's randomly into stuff like aphex twin too.

I feel compelled to make him listen to the music i like but i know that that's wishful thinking. he's a dork that's why i like him. i might have to compound on this later when my brain works better (it takes me several weeks to form a single creative thought)

I haven't listened to any shane spotify playlists maybe i should... i do have my own playlist of songs that REMIND me of him but not necessarily stuff i think he'd listen to. I'm too embarrassed to post this 😈

[talentforlying]

@danversiism: you're always involved in some weirdo catastrophe. — HOW TO BE EATEN STARTERS

' an' yet i still manage to avoid bein' saddled with me very own set'o technicolor tighty-whities. funny oul' world, ennit? '

weirdo catastrophe? yeah, that's apt. it should probably say something that the circle of superhero types who seem to recognize the signs of his involvement is expanding by the year, ( and increasing in status, at that, ) but he's long past the days of reasoning why. much gentler on the psyche to tuck the silk cut between his back teeth and raise both hands in a half-arsed mockery of surrender, instead. ' look, not t'sound like a cliché, but whatever you lot think i'm up to? i didn't do it. and if i've got a bunch'o cease-and-desists t'be writing 'cos you cashed the blame-oul'-johnny-constantine cheque too early, you'll be the one payin' postage. '

now — if there was a david attenborough track running over the documentary of his life, the pause that follows would be a great time for an insert: here we see everyone's least favorite semi-local occult shit-stirrer about to get involved in some weirdo catastrophe anyway, because . . . because fuck it, honestly. better being in the know than out. and if maybe, maybe, he's not as uninvolved as he says he is? well, that's just not important right now.

' . . . but if i did do it, yunno. hypothetically speakin'. what would be the score? you talkin' space shite, ghost shite, interdimensional whatsitsfuck? '

[captain-lessship]

I want to say something: we always should separate the characters from the actors because simply: it’s their job. And a current situation is a perfect example of why we always should. I have always been in the position that if you write for a character with a shit actor, you shouldn’t feel bad about it but you need to make it crystal clear that you don’t support or condone what the actor says/does. But now that I am, by technicality , one of those authors, I am having a mild moral crisis about it so I am going to do what I said all authors in my position should:

Danny Masterson is a fucking piece of garbage.

When a public figure finally gets what they had coming, it’s wonderful. Danny Masterson, a shit person who hid behind fame, money and a fucked curtain of a rich man’s religion that will protect you as long as you cash a hefty check, is getting what he had coming:

30 years away from the general public.

It is what he deserved for what he did to those women. While this sentencing will never undo what he put those women through, he will be punished and therefore send the message that they’ll get you eventually no matter who you are. They got him.

Now, like some Steven Hyde lovers that I have talked to, I can’t help but feel a sense guilt. He did his crimes while playing our favorite burnout which is extremely saddening to know and uses that role to gain a sort of respect that would deter most people from saying anything against him.

I love that 70s Show. A lot of life lessons were learned from that show.

Red taught me that you can be a sarcastic shit and mean well.

Kitty taught me that love can’t fix everything but it can give you the motivation to fix something.

Eric taught me that there is some extraordinary in being exceptionally ordinary.

Donna taught me that you show chase your dream cause no one else is gonna do it for you.

Fez taught me that no matter where I go I can find friends and by relation, a tidbit of happiness.

Jackie taught me that you gotta love yourself first and run into your own arms.

Kelso taught me that damn, that could be anybody. Jk, he taught me that it’s good to like how you look.

Then there’s Hyde. Hyde is now a difficult situation. Because he used to be the epitome of self-reliance. But now, he’s a well crafted guise that was designed, like all characters of a series, to become well known and thus, gain a type of influence and love.

I know damn well that actors are there to play a role and cash a check but it will never not amaze me that someone can lie so well. Danny Masterson is the guy Steven Hyde would beat the shit out of. Like Johnny Depp said, “With any part you play, there is a certain amount of yourself in it. There has to be, otherwise it's just not acting. It's lying.”

So I am completely comfortable in saying that, by that quote, Danny is a fucking liar and should rot.

I will always strive for my readers comfort so I need to know now, would it upset you all if I ever wrote for Steven Hyde? I will not be hurt by the outcome of the poll so do not let that skew your answers.

[smilingsheltie]

Some of my favorite unhinged old songs that were actually hits:

"Timothy" by the Buoys, went to #17 in the US and #9 in Canada, is about miners who resort to cannibalism when trapped underground. (Todd in the Shadows made a video about this song and band and it's one of his funniest ever, you ABSOLUTELY must see it if you haven't)

"Joe's Garage" by Frank Zappa-an incredibly BIZARRE album (that got to the top 30 on Billboard) about a guy named Joe who gets dumped by his girlfriend, joins a parody of Scientology whose members have sex with robots, accidentally kills his robot by "plooking" it too hard, and...honestly so much weird shit happens I can't list it all here. (Unfortunately, the album cover has Zappa in blackface, so just be warned of that. I know, gross.) Here's the part of the album when Joe gets an STD.

"Flushed From the Bathroom of Your Heart" by Johnny Cash-yes, the great Cash actually recorded a song with a toilet metaphor. And it's on At Folsom Prison, one of his most popular albums (top 10 in Norway and UK, #13 in US, #1 on US country chart).

"Autobahn" by Kraftwerk-an OVER 20 MINUTE SONG about how awesome it is to drive on German roads. Sure, the 70s had lots of car songs, but one about a specific road system that's, I repeat, OVER 20 MINUTES?! Went to the Top 10 of 2 countries, Top 20 of 7 others, and #25 in the US.

"The Devil Went Down to Georgia" by Charlie Daniels-this one you probably know. Satan challenges a random kid to a fiddle-playin' contest and quickly regrets it.

"Hotel California" by the Eagles-Another one everyone knows. How many #1 songs (that's where this peaked in the US and Canada) are about eldritch locations? Whether you interpret it literally, as a "music industry bad" song with a weird metaphor, or an allegory for the Manson Family cult, the last line remains chilling.

"I Don't Like Mondays" by the Boomtown Rats-basically "Pumped Up Kicks" but 40 years before. It's about a real-life school shooting where the shooter claimed she did it because she hates Mondays. This one's obviously a lot darker than all the others I've listed, but it's still a subject that mainstream pop groups of today probably wouldn't touch (side note, apparently "Pumped Up Kicks" came out a decade ago?!)

"Junk Food Junkie" by Larry Groce. It's about a guy who really loves Twinkies. Pretty simple yet fun premise. Went to #9 in the US.

"They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haa!" by Napoleon XIV-a man goes insane after his dog runs away. Features the creepiest chorus of a mainstream hit, like, "this guy could've played the Joker" type creepy. The B-side of this song was just the original played backwards. Still reached the top 5 in Australia, the Uk, Canada, and the US.

Finally, "Ben" by Michael Jackson. You may know this song, but not the story behind it. It's not a love song, at least not for a human; Ben is the killer rat in the horror movie also called Ben (which is a sequel to Willard, about a guy who has an army of rats that kill for him, Ben being one of them). Remember, this was pre-Thriller-MJ was just out of the Jackson 5 at this point in time. Who thought to get a child star to sing a cute song for a scary movie? It's like if whoever Disney Channel's biggest star now (I haven't kept up with Disney in years idk who they're hyping now) wrote a song called "Annabelle", about how much they love this Annabelle chick, and it's only if you go see the movie that you'd know she's actually a creepy evil doll.

I could go on and on but I think I've added enough. (I tried to focus on lesser-known and forgotten ones, but I couldn't leave "Hotel California" out, it's so creepy)

In conclusion, Ye Olde pop hits were weeeiiird. And oh, how I wish today's pop hits were too. I'm begging for a current pop star, ANY current pop star, to give us an upbeat cannibal ballad this coming year.

Rock bands used to just write about whatever the fuck. Not to be all "old music was better!" but when's the last time the world's highest selling band released a song about killing people with hammers. The Who made an entire rock opera about a deaf, mute, and blind guy who is so good at pinball that he inspires a cultlike group of devotees who think he's the next christ. It was released at the peak of their popularity and was made into a movie featuring people like Elton John and Tina Turner.

I think classic rock gets a reputation for being all about girls and cars and drugs but for about 15-20 years there were absolutely no rules on acceptable song subject matter. Pink Floyd has a song about a gnome going on an adventure. Alice Cooper has a whole album about breaking out of the Ableist Insane Asylum because he misses his dog. These weren't weird little indie groups, these were all highly successful charting bands getting radio airplay and selling out stadiums.

We need to bring this culture back. No more love songs. Sing about wizards.

[imsososolesbian]

So sorry for not replying beforehand. I've been unfortunately rather busy.

Hot damn, that's a good painting. Good for you for doing it on something that makes you happy. There's a reason I'm saying that but I won't go into the details for now.

I have not done statistical based math in a while, but being in the top 0.05 percent is very high.

Before I state my opinion and why I think the stylistics aspects of her music create a sense of nostalgia, I would like to preface this with out of all my friends, I am the one that knows the least about music history and theory. If I sound like an idiot or just repeat things you've heard before or realized yourself, I am sorry.

Personally the reason I think a lot of people find her nostalgic is because she’s been putting music out since 1960s.

Yes, her creating a music since the 1960s will make anyone nostalgic because they naturally associate her with another era. That's partially what I'm getting at actually. You can often times tell eras by the chord progress or composition of the songs that were common, or even the mic quality they used to record if you know about that. Dolly Parton's work are reminiscent of another era, ie the Outlaw Country era, which for many Westerners, or anyone from the entire American continent really, was their first exposure to country music if they didn't grow up with it. Not only that, if you add in the fact that many people associate heavy acoustic based compositions with nostalgic eras, you tend to get that nostalgic atmosphere that people tend to associate. Then you have to consider her lyrics as well, which many times are things that many people can relate to on some level. You manage to get this mix of composition that will evoke certain emotions, due to exposure and perhaps even social connotations depending on the person, and lyrics that are often tied to relatable experiences. Sorry if this sounds like bullshit, pardon my language, and bored you. My social battery ran out yesterday and has yet to recover so my brain is rather slow right now.

I love 9 to 5, it's such a funny film. It is an iconic film in so many ways. I don't really listen to any of the newer stuff for Country. I love Willie Nelson, Loretta Lynn and Johnny Cash. Patsy Cline and Glenn Campbell as well. I must admit I've only listend to a few songs by The Chicks, but I will try to listen to more of their music.

"it’s all about sex, look at this truck, I got a cowboy hat and let’s get drunk." That's exactly how I feel about new country. I don't know if you this man, but a comedian by the name Bo Burnham made a parody song mocking modern country and it is called the Country Song (Pandering). I suggest you give it a try, it sounds like most of country music nowadays.

-Forensics Anon

Totally didn’t take 12 hours to answer this… noooo way. Nope not me. Anyway sorry for the wait.

Thank you! I’m really proud of it. Honestly the best thing I did the whole semester and I’m a person with a picture of a steak and twiggy under my bed (this probably makes no sense but those are two other things I did artwork of that semester and they turned out… interesting)

Honestly never even heard of that type of math. I’m shit at math, but somehow riding out on a 91 in math. But I did listen to the song 203 times because I was gonna write a genlissa fanfic to it. Totally normal actives for me.

Not going to lie. I don’t even know what music theory is. I never was good at music. I know a tad bit about history of music. But the history I liked was different from music lol.

I may be a minor but I do have the mouth of a sailor no need to pardon your language. Promise. But yes I do agree, I think a lot of people’s first intro to country would have been hearing something like Jolene on the radio. But to be honest, I’m pretty sure the first country artists I listened to were the ones my grandma had cds of. I’ll always remember the Highwaymen, they had to be one of the firsts she showed me. I love the 21st century, what a great song.

I haven’t listened to much of Pasty Cline but being into country music I’ve heard a lot about her so I’ll give her a listen. Same with Glenn Campbell.

I have heard of him. I don’t think I enjoy his comedy acts, but I’ll be sure to give it a listen. Homely I’ll do so right now.

I hope this made sense

[spicy--meatball]

ranking 550+ music genres: PART 7

we had our christmas today, put together a new desk chair and im feeling pretty happy :)

(19) Alpen Rock

I have never heard of this before, so going into it, I had no expectations. Coincidentally, I have recently started learning German, and unless I'm dumb (which is entirely possible) this seems to be a German, or at least Germanic, genre. Once again I am pleasantly surprised by a rock genre (can you tell I hear too much overplayed, socially acceptable rock in public yet?). Overall, I am hearing light-hearted music fit for a road trip (at least it sounds light-hearted, once again I am not fluent in German, so for all I know they could be singing about something really depressing and putting an upbeat tune over it like is the case with a lot of Spanish music I've heard).

Since this is one of the first genres that is predominantly not in English on this journey, I should mention I am not a lyrics guy. Lyrics are just another instrument to my ears. That being said, I like listening to music that isn't in English because its easier to concentrate on other tasks and I like experiencing bits of cultures that are not my own. Once I become fluent in more than one language the lyrics being easy to meld with the rest of the song might change, but as it stands now, throw on some non-English music on the aux brotha.

Something is telling me to put this genre in "Pretty freaking awesome", so there it will be for now.

One more thing before I move onto genre 20, if any of you reading this have any experience with these genres I'm less familiar with, I would love to hear about it!

Also, I love accordions. Very nostalgic and happy as someone who grew up hearing an assortment of hispanic genres of music at family gatherings and barbecues on my dad's side.

Alpen Rock song recs

(20) Alternative Country

I have a sin to confess, I had a country phase back in like 2023. And it wasn't "good country" Johnny Cash ahh shit either, it was HIXTAPE and other equally braindead music. Please save your throwing tomatoes for any worse information that may come up (but I can't exactly prevent you from throwing them now).

Having listened to a few songs, I would describe this as Country Lite. You could probably wedge one of these songs into someones Easy Listening or Alt Rock or Soft Rock playlist and they might not be the wiser. I had to go check the tiermaker to make sure I wasn't going to be subjected to any Stomp and Holler, and thankfully that did not make the list explicitly, but this shit is pretty damn close. Can you tell I am not exactly fond? This is white people force me to participate in campfire karaoke type shit. I ain't doing that shit again (I was forced to participate in white people campfire karaoke a couple years back when visiting my partner's step grandpa and family across the country. I reluctantly muttered the lyrics to Freebird with all eyes on me and pibbed out the rest of the time. Not enough liquid courage in me I suppose).

Sorry fellas, this is our first "No, I don't think I will", and also the lowest genre yet.

Alternative Country song rec (AKA the singular one that was kind of ok that I heard).

(21) Alternative Dance

Chat are we back? Hell yeah brother

Immediately clocked some TR/ST songs on the first playlist I clicked on. Hell yeah. TR/ST is awesome on the za, but also perfectly fine sober as well. Of course, the main purpose of this project is for me to branch out musically, so I will be listening to a variety of artists and songs. But you will not escape the TR/ST song suggestion. It's right there.

I'm seeing a fair bit of what I would (naïvely?) consider darkwave or goth-esque. Shoutout to my nonbinary friend irl for unintentionally getting me into this shit. The queers always have something interesting in their liked songs (I say, as yet another queer. Hopefully all you alphabet soup fellas can find enticing a song that I suggest).

Figure I might as well address why I keep switching from past to present-tense, if anyone cares about that. It's because most of the time I am writing this live as I listen to the genres, but I cant guarantee flawless grammar because I might write something up two hours later or something.

I feel like everyone's heard New Order - Blue Monday, so that won't be linked here but that's like, the most stereotypical song I can think of for this category of music, and it's pretty good.

The last song suggestion is a little breakbeat-esque, but I suppose it still fits. Anyway, easy "Incredible. I FW this heavy" tier.

Alternative Dance song recs

im going to try and keep these posts more consistent. making a queue since ive got the time today