#this rebel blackheart

[freebagels]

Kay and Edgeworth give off a little of Nimona and Boldheart

[xandriagreat]

The Golden Rebel and Lord Ballister

This is for @goldenheart-week, day 7 roleswap au

If you're wondering where (comic) Nimona is, Ambrosius told her to make a distraction/mayhem while he talks/flirts with Ballister.

(Explanation of the stories undercut)

(Both versions) Ambrosius is a really good fighter, even though he is disabled, he can fight. A monster attack happened, which led Ambrosius to be disabled and had the scars. Ballister tries to have a proper conversation with Ambrosius. Nimona tries to make some mayhem while helping.

(Movie version) Ambrosius is still the descendant of Gloreth but in this version she was a very known thief/pirate that brought the monster in the kingdom 1000 years ago. Ambrosius shows that he can be good and trains to be a knight. Ballister is the nephew of the Queen in this (that's how he gets his Lord title). The monster attack happened during the knighting ceremony, after Ambrosius got knighted.

(Comic/Novel version) Ambrosius is still flirty/sassy with Ballister, but with a mix of Peter Pan (thinks that everything is like a game). The monster attack happened during the challenge. Ballister is done playing the 'game', because he's worried that Ambrosius will get more hurt or even die. He also knew what really happened on the day of the challenge/monster attack (don't worry he didn't do anything, he saw either the Director or another knight put something in Ambrosius' bag but he did nothing...)

[cassies-rockstar-gf]

INTRO!

Hi, my name is Marlene and I’m here to bother my friends online when I can’t do it irl

🎸 I’m 17, she/her, British, a Gryffindor, a beater, a singer, a bass and electric guitar player, a lesbian (love ya Cassie 😘), and a hot ass bitch

🎸 Likes: my gf (obviously), rock and roll, messing with my friends and nervous little first years, playing with my band, playing quidditch, the colours red and orange, and writing songs

🎸 Dislikes: homophobes, transphobes, racists, basically anyone who’s an asshole

People I know:

@sirius-o-black - Sirius

@remus-j-lupinn - Remus

@jamesieieieiieisie - James

@d0rkymeadowes - Dorcas

@regulus-the-star - Regulus

@dorasdivine - Pandora

@bandit-barty - Barty

@wormy-wormtail - Peter

@its-lily-silly - Lily

@m-mcdonald - Mary

@alice-e-fortescue - Alice

@evs-roses - Evan

A few songs I like:

ooc: this is a rp account and if you don’t like that then leave. I do not support jkr, fuck her and her black mold. My main account is @cheekyboybeth.

[sleaterkinnie]

i still have faith in this generation bc when we were at the joan jett show they were playing like blackheart records/joan jett produced music on the speakers before she came out and when rebel girl came on every young and gay looking bitch in the crowd sang along to the entire song (that came out in 1992 !!)

[poppletonink]

Kat Stratford: A Playlist

Bad Reputation by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

Cool Schmool by Bratmobile

good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo

Cruel To Be Kind by Letters To Cleo

Just A Girl by No Doubt

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill

Lola by The Raincoats

favorite crime by Olivia Rodrigo

Deceptagon by Le Tigre

Cherry Bomb by The Runaways

Celebrity Skin by Hole

The Only Exception by Paramore

all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo

Gimme Brains by Bratmobile

Fairytale In The Supermarket by The Raincoats

[itsladykit]

Compound Fracture, 42 - "A true hero"

Summary: Alphys has made her move. It's his turn now.

CW: past abuse, guilt, self-hatred, brief suicide mention (quickly rejected, not lingered on)

-

Razz was arrested almost immediately upon arriving in his ‘verse. He fought, of course, but it simply wasn’t enough—there were too many rebel guardsmen for him to take out on his own. He wasn’t surprised by that, wasn’t even surprised when they brought him to New Home for Judgement. Alphys would want his execution to be public, to solidify her hold on the throne.

He’d known what was waiting for him here when he made his decision.

He was surprised when they marched him past the empty Judgement Hall and into the throne room, where Alphys waited amidst a field of golden-headed flowers. He eyed the room, but aside from the guards at his back, there was no one there to witness his humiliation. Even the absurd little scientist she was so fond of was nowhere to be seen.

“Sans,” she said, purple cloak draped over her shoulder. “Sit.” She gestured to a table set up a few paces away. The guards guided him over, locking his leg chain to the table’s base and securing his hands to the arm rests. Alphys looked on placidly, gesturing to the edges of the room once they finished. “Give us space.” Obediently, the guards walked to the corners of the room, far enough away they could at least pretend not to eavesdrop.

For a few moments, Razz and Alphys simply eyed the other. Then Alphys sat and propped her feet up on the table. “Let’s start with something easy. Where’s your brother?”

Razz ignored the pulse of his soul. “Dead.”

(His brother’s face as the purple-tinged wad of spit landed on his cheek. Rus’ look of horror. The sudden, soul-crushing realization of what he’d just done.)

He silenced the memory. “Did you kill him?” she asked.

His throat felt tight. “Yes.” He may as well have.

She studied him, then shook her head. “I know you, Sans. I know you as an ally, as an enemy—I even know you as the wide-eyed kid who begged me to teach him how to fight. You didn’t kill your brother. So—where are you hiding him?”

He blinked, then scoffed and looked away. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do. He’s dead; I promise you that.” To the denizens of this ‘verse, he may as well be.

She studied him for a long moment, then shrugged. “Alright, kiddo. Have it your way. Truth is, I really don’t care where he is—I just wanted to know if I had to worry about him barging in here to rescue you, but it sounds like you’ve had a falling out.” Something in his face made her grin grow broad. “Anything to do with our little coup? You know whose side he’s really on now, don’t—”

Razz glared. “I’m not going to indulge your sadistic games. When’s the execution?”

Her smile faded slightly. “I’m not going to kill you, Sans.”

He stared at her. “Don’t play games with me—of course you’re going to kill me. You have to. Anything else would be seen as a weakness, and you can’t afford that right now.” She needed to solidify her reign, and disposing of any potential usurpers—any rallying points—was critical to that. She needed to kill him if she wanted to stay in power.

Surely she knew that, but still, she shook her head. “You don’t understand, do you?”

“Understand what?”

“…Why do you think I overthrew the queen?”

“Because you’re a blackhearted traitor with no sense of loyalty.”

She snorted, shaking her head as she pulled away from the table. “Alright, I don’t think you’re ready for this conversation.” She snapped her fingers and a guard approached. “Take him to his room. We’re done here.”

“Don’t you mean my cell?” he spat.

Standing, she sighed. “No, Sans, I mean your room.” She started to turn away, then paused. “I almost forgot….” She gestured to the guards, and they unchained him from the table then forced him to his knees. He only put up token resistance—he knew he’d been beaten, and whatever she had in store for him, he was ready to accept. He looked up at her with bright, defiant eyelights, daring her to do her worst.

Her good hand slipped into her pocket. “You know, you hurt a lot of people in her name, Sans. Most of them would be happy to see you dead, and you’re not going to be in a position to defend yourself.” He narrowed his sockets, not understanding. Even when she pulled a silver band from her pocket, he didn’t recognize it for what it was until he saw her name engraved on the lock.

“No!” He jerked in the guards’ hold, trying to shake them off, but they kept him in place.

He snapped at her hand as she reached for him, but she just sighed and switched to the metal prosthetic. “It’s for your protection, Sans.” One of her guards caught him by the chin and held his head steady, and she reached for him again. The metal band closed over his cervical vertebrae, cold against his bones, and the lock clicked closed a moment later.

Rage roared through him. Whatever she said about protecting him, he knew it to be a lie, knew that this was just the first step in thoroughly humiliating him. She hadn’t denied him a quick death out of misplaced Mercy or stupidity—she’d done it because she had worse in mind. He glared up at her, the collar heavy at his throat. “You will regret this,” he promised.

“Funny—Undyne said the same thing when I asked her to make it.” She gestured, and the guards hauled him upright, though he didn’t make it easy for them. He’d been willing to cooperate when he thought he’d be offered a clean death, but he refused to endure this humiliation quietly. He kicked his feet, forcing the guards to carry him out of the room, screaming and fighting all the way.

Alphys said nothing, merely watched as they carried him out.

True to her word, it was a room they brought him to, not a cell. He recognized it as one of the palace guest rooms—though the windows had since been barred and the door reinforced. It didn’t even have a knob on this side. Despite the comfortable trappings, he was a prisoner all the same. They locked his control hand in a cuff, disabling his magic, and shoved him into the room. Otherwise, he was left unbound.

He made sure they realized that mistake very quickly. He tore the mattress from its frame, using his claws to tear it open. Bedding was tossed and torn. He’d have thrown the frame against the wall if he could, but he found it too awkward and heavy to lift with only one hand. Instead, he threw the single chair against the wall—again and again, until it first broke and then shattered into kindling. He tore the curtains from the window and rolled the heavy table onto its side, stomping on it until his foot felt bruised.

He paused only over a small end table, and the chess set neatly laid out atop it. Alphys had already made the first move—pawn to D4.

Panting, he stared at it, flabbergasted by her audacity. Their matches used to last days at a time, both of them studying the board and ruminating over their moves. Was she mocking him, now? Was this nothing but a game to her? With a roar, he upended the table, board and all. Chess pieces scattered to all corners of the wrecked room with a hollow clatter. He tore more stuffing from the mattress and shredded the bedding, then broke the pieces of the chair into smaller and smaller bits.

In the end, though, the destruction did nothing to quiet his thoughts or to salve his pride. As the lights outside dimmed to signify nightfall, he was left panting in the center of his destroyed room, bits of fluff from the bedding floating loosely around him. The air grew cool without the curtains to shield the window, and he found himself shivering as the night stretched on. He gathered the strips of torn bedding into a makeshift nest for warmth, but he refused to use the wrecked mattress, though the hard floor dug into his hip and spine.

He shivered through the night, hardly sleeping. In the morning, a pair of guards arrived with food. They eyed the mess he’d made of his room, but their only reaction was to right the chess board and move the pawn back into position. It seemed to confirm Alphys’ mocking intentions. Razz watched them go, then threw the meal and the board at the door as soon as they were gone. The process repeated itself at lunch and at dinner, but his soul lurched with hunger by the time they brought food the next morning.

When he saw the bowl of NTT-branded sugary cereal, he nearly threw it against the wall again. He’d loved it, as a child, but hadn’t allowed himself something so indulgent in years. His soul ached, though, and his bones were starting to tremble. So, he sat curled into the corner and sucked it down fast—so fast he hardly tasted it. It took monumental effort not to lick the bowl clean.

Instead, he set it to the side and wrapped his arms around his legs, skull resting on his knees. Sitting like this, he found he would have preferred to be held in a cell. Then he might feel more like a prisoner and less like a chastened child amidst the trashed furniture. Nonetheless, he couldn’t convince himself to move. The ache in his soul had not been soothed with food or water, and he kept replaying the last several days’ events in his mind.

The disgust from Edge. Sans’ refusal to look at him. The look of utter shame on his brother’s face, as if he’d been the one to—

Razz curled into a tighter ball. He could feel his sins crawling on his back, though no one stood in judgement. He was his own Judge now.

He didn’t react when they brought food at lunch, but at dinner, he had no choice. Two guards escorted him from the room, walking him down the hall. Despite himself, some part of him was relieved. Alphys had grown bored of this game and would execute him after all.

But they didn’t bring him to the Judgement Hall or the public square. These were the Queen’s Rooms, and at the sight of those familiar doors, his soul started beating faster. He swallowed but didn’t fight as they brought him into the royal suite.

It still looked the same as it had when Toriel was in residence, and for a moment, he expected her to come through the inner door and reveal it had all been a test of loyalty, of strength. The thought only made his soul roil. If this was a test, then he surely would have failed it. He eyed a spot on the floor, where she’d routinely left him kneeling for hours, until his patella ached and his femurs trembled under the strain. He shuddered to think how she’d punish him for his most recent failings.

He couldn’t hold back his flinch when the door slammed open, though it was Alphys who swept into the room. She dismissed his guards with a wave, and Razz was still enough himself to be insulted. Still, with one hand and his magic bound, he wasn’t a threat to anyone as experienced as Alphys.

He lifted his chin, hoping she hadn’t seen his flinch. “Well? Did you change your mind about executing me? Or did you just bring me here to gloat?”

She ignored him. “I brought you here so they could clean up the mess you made of your room. And so that we could talk.”

“As far as I’m concerned, we have nothing to talk about.”

She shook her head, looking at the ground. She sighed before catching his gaze. “Stars, I nearly forgot how stubborn you are.” There was a strange fondness in her words that startled him. “Even when you were still in stripes, you were so fucking stubborn.”

His cheeks colored as he glared. “I’m not going to reminisce about the good old days with you, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

She laughed, the sound short and sharp. Bitter, but still amused. “Good?” she asked, “What part of all that was ‘good’ for you?” She shook her head before he could reply. “You know, I never wanted you to end up like me.”

His head jerked up as he turned to stare at her. “What?”

She didn’t say anything for a beat, just eyed him. Slowly, she said, “You were a sweet kid. Always smiling. Eager to please. I—” She swallowed, then exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry, Sans. I should have done more to protect you, back then. I shouldn’t have let her….”

A faint ringing echoed through his skull. “I didn’t need your protection,” he spat. Magic buzzed in his mana lines, but the iron was tight around his control hand; he could do nothing but seethe.

She sighed, leaning against the wall. Looking at him with sadness in her eye. “You didn’t deserve it. What she did to you. You were a good kid, and a good guardsman. You didn’t deserve—”

“ENOUGH!” His hands shook, and his breathing seemed suddenly too deep and too fast. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know anything.” He curled his free hand into a tight fist. “I don’t want your apologies, and I never wanted your protection.” He spat the word out like it was dirty.

She slipped away from the wall and stepped close, reaching out to grab the metal collar she’d closed around his neck. The reminder was obvious. They locked gazes, and he spat, “Just kill me. You’re not going to break me or turn me or whatever it is you hope to accomplish. The moment you turned your back on your duty, we became enemies. You can’t regret that now that you’ve won. You made your choice, and I made mine. At least give me the dignity of a quick death.”

She shook her head, smiling a little. She caught the punch he threw with little effort, using her grip to force his arm behind his back and hold him still. His soul beat loud in his acoustic meatus. “No,” she said. “Like it or not, Sans, I’m not going to kill you. And you’re the one who decides how comfortable the rest of your life is. Break your furniture, if you like. Toss your food on the wall. You’re not hurting me—just yourself. As for me….”

Her grip on him changed from a restraining hold, to something more like an embrace. He stiffened in her hold, not understanding. “I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to let anyone else hurt you either. Prove I can trust you again, and this—” she tugged on his collar, “—comes off.” She released him and stepped away, pausing by the door. “I’m not her, Sans. I’m not trying to break you. I’m trying to make up for my past mistakes, and I’m giving you the chance to do the same.”

He stared at her, speechless.

She tapped her knuckles to the door. “Is his room ready?”

“Yes, ma’am,” a guard replied from the other side.

She looked back at Razz. “It’s your choice, kiddo. You can make yourself as miserable as you like. But it’s just that—your choice.”

With that, she knocked again, and the guards escorted him back to his room. It had been thoroughly cleaned in his absence, and any furniture he’d overturned had been righted. Anything he’d broken had been replaced. A warm bowl of mac and cheese and a small stack of biscuits waited for him on the table. Once again, that chess board had been righted and the pawn stood where it had before. But the message that had once been so clear to him seemed suddenly muddy. Was this mockery or invitation?

Glaring at the board, he wiped his arm across it, knocking all the pieces to the floor. Her intentions may be unclear, but his were not. He took the food with him though, eating with his back wedged into one corner of the room.

Then he had nothing to do but seethe. Furious with Alphys, furious with himself, he paced the floor. He tested the bars on his window, and studied the reinforced door. Desperate, he even knocked on the walls, testing the stone for weak spots. He was well and truly trapped. He could break the chair again, use one leg as a club, but the guards were too cautious to let him close enough to use it.

Besides, some part of him wondered, where would he go, what would he do even if he did escape? Gather any remaining loyalists and try to stage another coup? Escape to the ruins? Attempt to rebuild the machine?

He stopped pacing as he realized just how little he had, outside these walls. No friends. No allies. No family. He’d been betrayed by or turned his back on each and every one of them. He had nothing.

He sat heavily on the bed, and as his hand closed over the bedsheets, he realized that they’d left him with only one means of escape. He shuddered and rejected the idea immediately. It was one thing to be executed. It was another to do it himself. And, despite everything, he didn’t want to die. Not like this.

So, he curled into a tight ball at the center of the bed and tried to sleep.

Days passed. He complained of boredom, and a variety of cheap paperbacks were delivered to him, spines cracked and pages yellowed. He laid them out on the bed, sneering. Nothing but cheap, lurid sci-fi. Drivel that made its way down to them from the Surface. Human nonsense.

His throat felt tight, and he pushed off of the bed, pacing again. His brother used to devour these when Razz was still in stripes. He’d tuck himself into a quiet corner of the palace with his hood up and his headphones on. Razz had made a game of it—giving his brother enough time to settle in and find a hiding spot before Razz went bounding through the palace corridors, searching for him. Had Papyrus even known they were playing, or was he just trying to find a peaceful place to read, away from his little brother?

He was surprised to feel his chest hitch. He rubbed at his sternum, as if he could banish the ache. He sniffed and clenched his free hand, holding his breath until he could pretend the ache was from lack of oxygen. Then he spun on his heel and turned on the books, tearing the covers off first before ripping at the pages. His claws tore through the cheap paper, shredding it instantly. Soon enough, yellowed scraps swirled around him, falling at his feet like dust. He was breathing hard again, but at least he could tell himself it was from the sudden burst of activity. He could not dismiss the ache in his soul so easily.

He rubbed at that spot on his sternum again. He needed more LV. It was the only way to quiet such loathsome weakness.

When the guards came to drop off food and clean away the mess of paper, Alphys accompanied them. In response to his glare, she gave him a look of quiet disappointment. She said nothing about the books, though, only, “’Dyne says your mana lines will atrophy if you don’t use them. We’ll meet in the Hall tomorrow and spar.”

He gaped at her, but she left with her guards before he could reply. He hardly slept that night, his mana lines buzzing with nervous energy. It had to be a trick. Alphys was a brilliant tactician—she couldn’t possibly intend to risk life and limb and her hard-won throne on a sparring match. The idea was absurd.

Maybe now she finally intended to execute him. Why else would she choose the Judgement Hall? And if not execute him, humiliate him. It would be easy enough to drug his food, drag him before an audience and beat him insensate. It would surely quell any loyalist feelings lingering amongst the guard. It’s what Toriel would have done. It’s what he would have done.

So, he refused the food they brought that morning, despite his soul’s grumbling. And he walked tall and proud to the Hall, determined to show his best—

There was no one but Alphys in the Hall. She wore none of her stolen finery, none of the symbols of her authority. Just a sports bra and a loose pair of pants, the same as she’d always done for their training sessions. Before everything went bad between then. The door locked behind him as his guard left, and she motioned him forward. “C’mon, kid. Let me get that cuff off.”

He stared at her, at the empty Hall. “What is this,” he finally said.

A scaled brow quirked. “Sparring. I told you, your mana lines will atrophy if you don’t—”

“I know what you said!” He was breathing hard again. “I don’t understand why. This doesn’t make any sense! This isn’t—this isn’t how we do things!”

She gave him another disappointed look. “And you were happy with the way things were before?”

She may as well have asked him if he liked the weather on the Surface. “I don’t— What does that—?” He growled, trying not to stamp his foot like a spoiled child. “What kind of question is that?”

“An easy one, you’d think.” She leaned against a summoned staff. “Were you happy, Sans?”

“I.” He shook his head. “This is stupid. Take me back to my cell.”

“Room,” she corrected, “And your mana lines—”

“I don’t care!” he snarled, “And I don’t understand why you care! I’m your prisoner. You’re not supposed to—this isn’t the way things are done.”

She studied him. “And you think that’s the way things should stay? You don’t think we can do better?”

The silence hung between them, until he said, “You’re deluded. Things are the way they are because there’s no other way. They’ll kill you the moment they see how weak you’ve become.”

She just grinned and shook her head. “Alright, then. C’mere and give it your best shot. Let me get that cuff off your hand so we can make it fair.”

After a few moments, he approached, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. As she took his hand, he said, “I will, you know. Kill you. If I have the chance, I’ll take it. Even if your guards kill me the moment they open the doors, I’ll do it.” It’s not as if he had anything to lose.

She smirked. “Uh-huh. Prove it.” The cuff fell from his hand, and he summoned a blaster. Her staff slapped the side of his face, and pain exploded across his socket. The blaster disappeared as he lost focus, fizzling out with a sputter of magic.

She never let up, just kept swinging at him and forcing him to backpedal. He flung out a hand, summoning a bone sword. When he brought it to bear, she swatted it out of his hands. It clattered to the ground, and he ducked away as she swiped at his skull.

Her staff swept out, taking his legs out at the knee and bringing him down hard. She pressed the tip to his chin. “Tell me again how weak I am.” Their eyes locked, and she smirked, pulling back to lean against her staff once more. “You ready for another round, or do you need a minute?”

He responded by springing to his feet and lunging for her.

-

Bones sore, control hand once again locked in its cuff, Razz was returned to his room. He’d sustained no major injuries, but he’d been given an ice pack for his bruised socket. He held it to the side of his face, staring at the chess board that had once again been put to rights.

They used to play so often, back then. Over time, he’d learned all her favorite openers, her favorite strategies. Presumably, she’d learned the same of him. He wondered how she thought this game would go. And, for the first time, he found himself wondering if she’d changed her style at all in the years since they last played. He stared at the board for a long time but didn’t upend it. As the days passed, he continued to stare at it, to think. He stopped throwing it at the wall, stopped scattering the pieces on the floor.

Finally, he reached for a pawn.

[vambpire]

@vampgf tagged me to do song titles for my url :D ty!!!

RULES: write one song for every letter in your url and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

this was really fun i think i showcased my music tastes pretty well lmao (eclectic to say the least)

v - violet; hole

a - all too well; taylor swift

m - meant to be yours; ryan mccartan

b - breezeblocks; alt j

p - past lives; børns

i - i walk the line; johnny cash

r - rebel, rebel; joan jett & the blackhearts

e - each coming night; iron & wine

im gonna go ahead and tag @mikoriin @clementiens @stillsolo @asideofkimchi @appleslices @cemeterything @torterragarden @femmetality

also anyone else who wants to do this trend, just tag me :) can always use song recs!!!

[littlelesbianintern]

✨ cynthia zdunowski playlist ideas ✨

rebel girl (bikini kill), bruises (reneé rapp), bad idea! (girl in red), barracuda (heart), weird girl (mommy long legs), ringside (julien baker), kissing lessons (lucy dacus), cool about it (boygenius), (you) on my arm (leith ross), crimson and clover (joan jett & the blackhearts), sweet cis teen (dazey and the scouts), candy apple red (annabelle chairlegs), pretty baby (blondie), alrighty aphrodite (peach pit), one of the girls (otha), double dare ya (bikini kill), who wears the pants? (soko), bad reputation (joan jett & the blackhearts), fast car (tracy chapman), just a girl (no doubt), only happy when it rains (garbage), gloria (patti smith), i wanna be your man (suzi quatro), mama weer all crazee now (the runaways), come over (again) (crawlers).

[freebagels]

Kay and Edgeworth give off a little of Nimona and Boldheart

[bijouxcarys]

I know this is a bit late, but I’ve been meaning to share my Spotify top 100 songs from 2023. So uh… here it is lol

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

Baba O’Riley - The Who

Sunshine Of Your Love - Cream

The Sound of Silence (Acoustic) - Simon & Garfunkel

Let’s Live For Today - The Grass Roots

Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin

Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

Sweet Emotion - Aerosmith

California Dreamin’ - The Mamas & The Papas

Cherry Bomb - The Runaways

Voodoo Child (Slight Return) - Jimi Hendrix

Eat The Rich - Aerosmith

Dazed and Confused - Led Zeppelin

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult

Wig Wam Bam - Sweet

Kings and Queens - Aerosmith

You Shook Me - Led Zeppelin

Great King Rat - Queen

Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf

Last Child - Aerosmith

April Come She Will - Simon & Garfunkel

Tie Your Mother Down - Queen

Barracuda - Heart

Dream On - Aerosmith

Jungle Boogie - Kool & The Gang

You’re So Vain - Carly Simon

Touch Me - The Doors

Pink - Aerosmith

The Riddle - Gigi D’Agostino

Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

All Day and All of the Night - The Kinks

Dude (Looks Like A Lady) - Aerosmith

Around The World (La La La La) - A Touch Of Class

I Was Made For Lovin’ You - KISS

Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 2 - Pink Floyd

Magic Touch - Aerosmith

Rebel Rebel - David Bowie

My Generation - The Who

EAT ME - Demi Lovato, Royal & the Serpent

Cheese Cake - Aerosmith

Drowse - Queen

Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys

Off To The Races - Lana Del Rey

Walk This Way - Aerosmith

Cum on Feel the Noize - Slade

I Get Around - The Beach Boys

Layla - Derek & The Dominos

Mrs. Robinson - Simon & Garfunkel

The Hustle - Van McCoy

SKIN OF MY TEETH - Demi Lovato

Piece of My Heart - Janis Joplin

Super Freak - Rick James

Rasputin - Boney M.

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Love In An Elevator - Aerosmith

You Know You Belong To Me - Queen

Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest

Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles

Sedona Sunrise - Aerosmith

You Can’t Hurry Love - The Supremes

Hold the Line - TOTO

Time of the Season - The Zombies

I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles

Bass Slut - S3RL

Born To Die - Lana Del Rey

Seven Seas Of Rhye - Queen

Taste of India - Aerosmith

House Of The Rising Sun - The Animals

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction - The Rolling Stones

Son And Daughter - Queen

29 - Demi Lovato

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

Pretty Rave Girl - S3RL

Tarzan & Jane - Toy-Box

The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke - Queen

A Building Panic (Album Suite) - James Horner

Drop Dead Gorgeous - Aerosmith

Oxytocin - Billie Eilish

I Can’t Live With You - Queen

Debil - DJ Blyatman

Big Ten Inch Record - Aerosmith

NDA - Billie Eilish

Now I’m Here - Queen

No More Mr. Nice Guy - Alice Cooper

Janie’s Got A Gun - Aerosmith

Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

The Logical Song - Scooter

Crimson and Clover - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Crazy - Aerosmith

HEAVEN - Demi Lovato

Alone - Heart

L’Amour Toujours - Gigi D’Agostino

Angel - Aerosmith

All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

FREAK - Demi Lovato, YUNGBLUD

my strange addiction - Billie Eilish

Sight For Sore Eyes - Aerosmith

Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix

Brighton Rock - Queen

Bring It on Home - Led Zeppelin

[girlkissing-loser-riot-grrrl]

I wanna be this song

And this song

And this song

And this one

And this one

Oh and this one

And this one

And finally this song

in conclusion i want to be a fascinating being

with a lot of rage

[ask-heathermason]

favorite musical artist?

At first I was gonna answer this directly, but it would be way cooler to put together a playlist. So I made one!

(song list and youtube version under the cut) (also, this art was definitely an inspiration for my cover, so y'all should check it out as well!)

Bad Reputation - Heather Mason's Playlist

Return - OK Go

Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us - My Chemical Romance

(Don't Fear) The Reaper - Pierce The Veil

Rejoice - AJJ

Pet Sematary - Ramones

Invincible - OK Go

Piano Fire - Sparklehorse

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

I'd Rather Die Than Be Famous - Pierce the Veil

Shalll Rise - Addiction Crew

G.L.M. - Thoushaltnot

Fell in Love With a Girl - The White Stripes

Rebel Rebel - David Bowie

Get Over It - OK Go

Little Secrets - Passion Pit

Currents Convulsive - Pierce The Veil

Give Me Novacaine / She's a Rebel - Green Day

Dream On - blessthefall

YouTube version

[hskinhome]

No Reason to Play Fair - A Playlist for Vriska Serket

Art by spexxdoodles2008

Cheat - The Clash

All Apologies - Nirvana

Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill

Everlong - Foo Fighters

21 Guns - Green Day

Come As You Are - Nirvana

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Hello Kitty Kat - The Smashing Pumpkins

[the-helianthus-corps]

Nimona Through an Autistic Lens

Nimona is an unapologetically queer film. But similarities between Nimona & the autistic experience compelled me to write this piece. In it, I draw upon my own experiences as a late diagnosed autistic & connect them to a story that has won over my heart.

*spoiler warning for the movie* Nimona is a story of two misfits. The titular character Nimona is a shapeshifting rebel with a tragic history of rejection. Ballister Boldheart (Blackheart in the graphic novel) is a newly knighted commoner (unheard of in this futuristic-medieval world) framed for killing the queen. Longing for a friend and itching for mayhem, Nimona searches out Boldheart to…

[enbysiriusblack]

thank you for the tags @tempusfugitandallthatblog and @lesbianmckinnonn <33

RULES: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren't any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!) <3

1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

I tend not to think too much/ but when I do... there are thoughts/ lots of thoughts

mind black no thoughts by noahfinnce

2. What kind of [pisces] are you?

lose my heart on the burning sand

I wanna be your dog by joan jett and the blackhearts

3. You're visiting your favorite spot, what are you thinking about?

well we need art to live and survive, but/ I need a plan B/ I do

escape by destroy boys

4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

the film is a saddening bore

life on mars by david bowie

5. Say you get a book deal, what are you titling your memoir?

I'm not for the eyes of a tory

wanker by the oozes

6. What would you say about your best friends?

fairytales of yesterday, will grow but never die/ I can fly, my friends

the show must go on by queen

7. Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school, what was your life motto as a teenager?

don't try suicide, nobody's worth it/ don't try suicide, nobody cares/ don't try suicide, you're just gonna hate it/ don't try suicide, nobody gives a damn

don't try suicide by queen

8. Describe your aesthetic now:

well you're dirty and sweet/clad in black, don't look back

get it on by t.rex

9. What's a lyric that they'll quote in your eulogy?

I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh the bitch is back

the bitch is back by elton john

10. And for our final question, say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?

another teenage rebel/ another spotty problem kid/ another teenage rebel/ take your teenage rebel away

justa nother teenage rebel by the outcasts

tagging: @ace-catboy-ryuuzaki @imagineacoolusername @drownedlove @jegulily-stuff @nefeliibata @ anyone else who wants to do it

[ms-nesbit]

fuck off and die, asshats [the stephanie brown experience]

rebel girl - bikini kill // neon angels on the road to ruin - the runaways // new in town - little boots // funkytown - lipps inc. // a woman is a god - tommy genesis // antagonist - nova twins // monke spinning // f.t.w.w.w. - my chemical romance // operate - peaches // alone - heart // get off the internet - le tigre // crimson and clover - joan jett and the blackhearts

stream now. or not. idc.