#this song doesnt exist and this band doesnt exist

[crowmega]

fav song ever "Fever, My Love (My Lady of the Dark)" by The Heat Strokes

i adore the literary references in this ep so much plus it's all about omega/omega relationships ahhhh i love it

[lagtrain]

things could always be worse. the shitty small band you started following ironically but accidentally got way too invested in could announce a collab with one of your genuinely great favourite small artists. i would know because it JUST HAPPENED TO ME

[jadeoru]

SMUDGED LIPSTICK!

O2: chivalry -> prev / mlist / next

now playing: decode - paramore 🎶

Sakusa watched her perform on that stage, surrounded by lighting that hit her in an almost angelic way; illuminating her features. She danced around like she's lived in the spotlight her whole life. And he knows she didn’t. He recognised her upon the first glance. One brief look, and he knew exactly who she was. It would take a million lifetimes before he could forget her face. He tried to deny it at first, but its impossible. Standing on that stage, singing her heart out to a punk rock melody, was the girl he used to call his best friend. The girl he ruined everything with.

He hadn’t even noticed his jaw clenching until his teeth began to hurt. His head was spinning; overwhelmed with emotions that he couldn’t even name. Relief? Sadness? Regret? Grief? Honestly, his mind was a disgusting mixture of all of the above. If he'd known that she would be here, that he’d see her again for the first time in almost 4 years, a part of him would’ve wanted to stay at home and to never leave again. But, strangely, the other part of him would’ve left at the mere mention of her name alone. It's pathetic, he thinks. He constantly prayed for moments like these, where he’d see her again: A second chance to make everything better again. Now that he has it, he doesn’t know how to process it.

It’s all so unsightly. So messy. Everything is sticky: the floors, the tables, even his hair is clinging to his forehead with sweat. It’s evident that no one in the crowd has seen a shower in their lives; he can practically see the clouds of b.o that float around him. It’s everything he hates in one place; his head hurts and a part of him wants to go home, a part of him isn’t ready to see her again. But his feet are taking him forwards, his feet are forcing him through the crowd to get as close as possible. Closer to her.

Sakusa selfishly hopes that somewhere out there, there's a universe where he didn't say those words to her; a universe where he didnt ruin everything. a universe where they were still best friends. And if that exists,

maybe there's a universe where they could’ve been more than that.

His thoughts were rudely cut short when the music stopped. Then, among the drunken banter and the crowd chattering amongst themselves, he heard her voice.

“Thank you so much to everyone who showed up tonight! We hope you enjoyed the show because we certainly fucking did. You guys were without a doubt one of the best crowds we’ve ever had!” She spoke earnestly, yet exhaustedly, but overall she sounded just so happy to be up there. He admired that; how humble she was. Her voice was sweet like honey, just like it was the last time he heard it. Despite the shouting, the shakiness of her words as she struggled to hold her tears back, her voice was always so sweet to him. As he cleared his head from the memories of her, she left too. The band had finished their performance, and most of them had exited the stage. Except for their lanky drummer, and their bassist, who were helping the staff carry their equipment. As he searched the area for any trace of her, he finally noticed the obnoxious buzzing of his phone. Shit.

extra!

sorry this ones kinda short :-[

im gonna try have the next part posted within the next few hours to make up for it !

okay fact time

sakusa never opens up to his friends

he just doesnt want to like he genuinely doesnt bother cuz he knows they wont help him

they give terrible advice

nishinoya accidentally launched his guitar pick halfway through the set so he had to play the rest of the song with his fingers strumming

which fucking HURT

non au related but fun fact!! antigun was the name of the band im in before we changed it!!

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dm me, reply to this, or send me an ask to be added to the taglist ^__^

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Achilles Come Down (Gang of Youths)

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken/Remember the pact of our youth/Where you go, I’m going, so jump and I’m jumping/Since there is no me without you

How, the most dangerous thing is to love/How, you will heal and you'll rise above/Crowned by an overture bold and beyond/Ah, it's more courageous to overcome.

You may feel no purpose/Nor a point for existing/It's all just conjecture and gloom/And there may not be meaning/So find one and seize it/Do not waste your self on this roof

Soldier on, Achilles, Achilles, come down/Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

"I'm sure you'll get other submissions for this one. I have no idea who this band even are outside of this song but it fucks me up like it does everyone else. It's the tragic love of it all. The desperation of trying to save your loved one from themselves. Or are the narrators of the song Achilles' own conscience representing his indecision on whether to kill himself or not? It can mean so many things and SO many parts of the lyrics are very poetic and powerful. (also again for me this makes me cry over a Specific Blorbo in this case Dimitri Blaiddyd but that doesnt matter)"

"The cellos in the background, the lyrics, telling the story of Achilles, the fact that it's fucking 7min long, it's beautiful, it breaks me to then pull me back together, it gave me hope in a moment where I wasn't in the best mental space, it's like getting undressed to your very soul only to be cover up with a weighted blanket afterwards and be told "it'll be alright." It's like that image with the guy that's like "this is cinema" but with a song, god I love this song so much"

"Ohhhg my god. It’s so. It’s a fucking heartbreaking song but it gives hope (^^see abovw lyrics. there may not be meaning so find one and seize it gets me the most). I can’t say anymore about it but yeah"

"Achilles is about to jump off the roof, his lover is trying to convince him not to. the vibe of this song itself is so unique, the violin and the segments of French reading really grip at your soul. Towards the end there are two voices seemingly arguing. One voice is Achilles’s inner monologue and the other is his lover trying to yell over it. This part is my favorite, especially if you’re envisioning your blorbo. Tbh in my darkest times I would fall asleep to the ten hour loop every night. It felt like laying on a rooftop and looking out at the stars and the street lights. I think maybe it kept me from doing things I would regret."

Fast Car (Tracy Chapman)

You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere/Maybe we make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere/Any place is better, starting from zero got nothing to lose/Maybe we'll make something, me myself I got nothing to prove

So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car/Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk/City lights lay out before us/ And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder/And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged

You got a fast car/Is it fast enough so we can fly away?/We gotta make a decision/Leave tonight or live and die this way

"I know it's an obvious one but YOU try playing it without crying I dare you"

"I cant explain the yearning but this makes me howl"

"OH GOD the longing!! The yearning in the recurring central image of the narrator and her lover on the highway, feeling this sense of limitless possibility and incredible hope!!! And then the verses take us with brutal efficiency through the collapse of their marriage, the way that the cycle of poverty stomps down on their hopes, and how with nothing left, the narrator does what her mom did and leaves!! Leaving the kids to experience the same thing she did growing up!! But it’s all punctuated and bookended by these callbacks to that central iconic memory of hope!!!!! But by the end we realize that the last line “leave tonight or live and die this way” offers only the illusion of a choice: when the narrator first runs away and later when she leaves her husband and kids, she’s still fulfilling her role in this cyclical generational story. God!!"

Fast Car submitted by @smallboyonherbike + @uchihasasukeofficial + @all-our-exploring

[27thfirefly]

i dont think either dave or dirk could handle the kind of irony present in your average shitty metal punk band song. there is an acknowledgement of the realities of the world present in songs like bollet ihjel af hest by red warszawa that it becomes almost sincere. but yet it cannot help but be utterly ridiculous in the way it treats itself seriously so it is never able to. it's close to the kind of shit going on in sbahj but that still has a line that it doesnt cross in terms of treating x shocking subject matter as an actual thing to consider happening in the real world that means that it still exists outside of an actual analysis of the world or as an actual observational comedy as opposed to a wholly abstracted reflection of the world

[pissmoon]

I kinda feel like im going 'water is wet' with this and no one who has more than 2 braincells and knows anything about punk needs this explained to them, but on the other hand this website is trashed with such bullshit takes on punk it sucks for teenagers who are first getting into punk to be fed nonsense like that. Ok longpost. Very egghead and not punk of me actually. I saw numerous posts around the time of US elections about how 'ur not punk if u dont vote' in this preachy tone about how punk is political and related to activism. I personally dont agree that punk has some One Singular Ideology bc there are different micro scenes and subgenres within it and oi! fans are quite different to crust punks and it also varies locally, there is a lot of oversimplification here but. This image of punk as a socially conscious movement that is so related to activism comes from the fact that at one point anarcho punk scene took off and punk as a movement became associated with anarchism. Do I really need to say more? Who told you that anarchists of all people believe in power of electoralism and that voting is some peak political action? There are more punk songs about how ur an idiot if u trust any politician and its all a farce than there stars in the sky. Anarchist punks promoted diy, squatting, food not bombs, mutual aid to show people what can be done instead of voting. Peace punk that is related to anarcho punk also criticized western countries for waging wars against global south. So calling voting for a cop (if u need some other water is wet ass take punks hate cops. Even the 'apolitical' and lowkey right-leaning ones do) that is arming israel 'punk' is the goofiest take on punk ive seen in years. I dont like the oversimplification that all punk is anarcho-punk and bigotry doesnt exist in punk but u ppl will talk about 'punk is inherently leftist' or whatever and you think 'leftism' in question is some 00s MTV pop punk band signed to umg being like 'republicans bad'

[sparkel-dog]

I only just now listened to that fan Mimic Jackie’s Box song, which everyone was memeing on for being bad. I had avoided it because “I haven’t read the book, spoilers”. I was RIGHT to avoid it because yes there is a spoiler in the song (I thought it would be fine since I got 2/3 of the games endings but no I still got spoiled. grrrr) but whatever

People are right it was funny song with… insane choices? for the line deliveries. But also it fucking reminded me of GROUNDBREAKING. a person who made a toooon of fnaf songs like 10 years ago, back when the series was brand spankin new. And everyone liked their songs (Hell i enjoyed a few of them as a kid) but like. Have you ever relistened to those songs once youre past the age of 12? because its the same exact fucking vibes as whatever the hell i just listened to, only the jackies box song had admittedly way more chaotic energy and also edgy swearing. But like. groundbreaking had lyrics that were annoyingly simplistic just describing the character very basically. “my name is bonnie, im the big purple bunny, i play guitar in a band, dont you forget who i am”. or otherwise making up random headcanons about the animatronics and slapping it into their songs (like. mangle having this weird verse about how they apparently dont feel the same way as foxy or the other animatronics, and not really knowing about the guy who made them hurt… which makes no sense because mangle has a child spirit in her too? Or the chica one needlessly putting two bad bitches against each other by having og chica sing about how shes better than toy chica when they’ve never really interacted, lol)

Not to just needlessly bully some fans for having less than stellar fanworks (really these people have thousands of subscribers and are fine though) it’s just interesting to talk about. Fnaf fan songs sometimes get a bad rap and i feel like its because fnaf is so POPULAR and it really sort of introduced a new wave of people making fansongs for games. Before that, there were minecraft parodies, but fnaf was really one of the first examples I can think of people making ORIGINAL songs for. It isnt a coincidence that a lot of the same people who made old minecraft song parodies kinda helped to popularize fnaf fansongs too (like tryhardninja or natewantstobattle). Of course living tombstone really popularized it, but after fnaf i feel like it became a lot more popular for people to make fan music about other games they loved too, especially similar indie dev horror games like bendy and the ink machine or stuff like that.

And because fnaf was so popular and a lot of people were first dipping their toes into the art of creating music, especially kids and teens… of COURSE a lot of fnaf fan songs arent masterpieces or are overly bland/mediocre lyric wise. It makes sense that a lot are just kinda trying to capture the fnaf vibe by describing a character or something instead of having lyrics that make you Think. And thats fine! this is art we’re talking about, it just needs to be created and exist and it doesnt have to be a masterpiece

….but also dont let that kid you into thinking that all fnaf fansongs are garbage or bland. there are soooo many artists who have fantastic fnaf songs, either lyric wise or because they do something interesting with the instrumentals. I wont mention living tombstone because theyre so popular everyone knows them… but My favorites were nathan sharp/natewantstobattle’s music (Made fnaf music for years and always had interesting lyrics, especially as he made more songs and started Connecting the lyrics of the songs together. My favorite by him was stay the course, which has a verse where they parallel lyrics from his first song mangled which is cool) ,Dagames has songs that are so badass legit metal that are fuckin earworms (moving up in the world is my favorite fnaf song of all time, even being one of my favorite overall songs of all time. Fantastic mashing of 8bit 80s retro funky vibes with cool rock. or check out close to home if you just want the coolest song hes made) and dhuesta is really addictive especially when it’s dhuesta’s music paired with dawko’s angellic singing voice lol. You would never believe me if i told you that “the dawko self insert oc songs where his indulgent self insert character gets possessed by glitchtrap are fucking BANGERS” but they are. same for any of their fazbear frights songs (Into the pit, out of stock and fetch are SO GOOD). I want to keep rambling about fnaf music i love but will call it there lmao.

anyways. i lovd fnaf and i love music and i love fans expressing themselves through music, whether its badly done or a masterpiece 👍

[senbbonzakura]

Main 3 favourite artists/bands they listen to? And how many minutes on Spotify wrapped?

🦅🦅🦅

(Love your blog btw 🫶)

OKAY THIS ONE ACTUALLY HAS ME MOTIVATED TO DO IT. THANK U SMMM <33 ALSOOO, i dont rlly listen to many bands (FOR NOW) so forgive me for not many suggestions....

⋆ MAIN 3'S FAV ARTISTS :

✩ — STAN !

hmm here goes the classic nirvana and his fav song is serve the servants + dumb

mcr andddd his fav song might be destroya + i never told you what i do for a living

deftones, cherry waves + passenger + knife prty

ptv, caraphernelia + the boy who could fly + disasterology

get scared, start to fall + dont you dare forget the sun

sometimes arctic monkeys if hes feeling like it, teddy picker + cigarette smoker fiona + r u mine

he has MANY minutes on spotify wrapped. he listens to music every time he even can

okay idk if thats many but lemme say 46k minutes

✩ — KYLE !

the classic the cure

guys, he does NOT listen to taylor swift.

probably thinks that it would be gay asf

tbh idk what could he listen to..

maybe arctic monkeys too??

idk bro he seems like a plain guy so im sayin arctic monkeys im sorry😭

doesnt listen much but at the same time not not at all

ill say 15-20k..

ONCE AGAIN I REPEAT IDK IF THATS MUCH OR NOT

also thats so random but HE WOULD LOOK SO FIRE WITH HEADPHONES ON

✩ — KENNY !

we all heard abt juggalo kenny

love that, his fav is halls of illusions + imma kill u + what is a juggalo

but now hear me out

i already said that in another post but WHAT ABR MSI KENNY ??

this guy would DEFINETELY listen to msi

not tolerate rheir actions tho

his fav would be either married alive + this hurts

or the classic shut me up

he likes listening to misic but he simply sometimes just forgets it exists😭

15-25k

stans and kennys ones is literally my msic taste LMAOOO

[icumpinkglitterxo]

Rock Star

a/n: ALL THE SONGS MENTIONED ARE STILL HOLE SONGS IM NOT TRYNA STEAL THEM!!!!!!!!!! for the sake of this fic and also my sanity were gonna just pretend like courtney love doesnt exist and that the reader is basically courtney love only not as problematic idk how to describe this...i know i couldve lit just made up a band but im uncreative and i love hole and hole writes the best songs ever and plus it makes sense to me bc i love slash and im also literally a modern courtney love. this is such a weird fic its also shorter than i wanted but whateva

enjoy ★

warnings: none its fluff 🤍

You and Slash had been dating for a while, and you both knew quite a lot about each other, however, there was one thing that Slash didn't know about you.

You were in a band called 'Hole', in fact, it was your band. You loved your band because it was the easiest way for you to express your feelings, especially considering how hard you found expressing them in other ways. You had thought about sharing this with Slash, because you knew he also struggled with expressing his emotions and that he used his guitar to do it, but you weren't sure if he would like the style of your music.

You knew it was ridiculous because Slash loved music and he encouraged everyone to make music in a way that feels true to them. You also knew that even if he didn't like the sound, he would still support you anyway. You still had your doubts though, so you decided not to tell him.

However, that would change tonight.

It was a Saturday and Slash and Duff decided to go out to some bars and get drunk. You were fine with that because you had a gig that night anyway. What you had failed to realise, however, was that your gig was at Whiskey a Go Go. Slash practically lived there.

You and the rest of your band were just finishing setting up, and you had excitement coursing through your veins.

You all walked on and then you spotted Slash's big head of hair in the crowd. You panicked a little, but he wasn't facing the band, he was at the bar talking to Duff. You take a deep breath and pretend he isn't there. You take a step closer to the mic and speak, "this song's about a jerk. I hexed him, now hes losing his hair," then start playing your most popular song, 'Violet'. Unlike most bands, you like to get your most popular songs out of the way first.

As soon as you spoke into the mic, Slash turned his head, instantly recognising your voice. He questions himself, thinking maybe he's just too drunk.

He turns to Duff, "hey, man, does that look like Y/N to you?" Duff looks up at you, "yeah, actually. Sure as hell sounds like her anyways." Slash doesn't reply, instead his entire focus is on you.

Throughout your set, you play your more popular songs, 'Violet', 'Celebrity Skin', 'Doll Parts', 'Petals', some of your more underground songs, 'Babydoll', 'Nobody's Daughter', 'Reasons To Be Beautiful', 'Awful', and even some unreleased songs, 'Over The Edge', 'Dicknail', 'Seasons Of The Witch', 'I'm So High', and 'Beautiful Son'.

Throughout your entire set, Duff had talked nonstop to Slash, clearly not realising that he wasn't listening. He was too mesmerised by your singing and your playing. He had always found female guitarists sexy, and finding out he was dating one excited him.

He admired how you talked to the crowd, how messy yet so well put together your songs were, how your voice could change from soft and sweet to loud and raspy.

In a way, your vocals reminded him of Axl's because of how high and low you could both go. However, he didn't find Axl's vocals angelic like yours. He wanted you to continue playing forever, but he was also so excited to talk to you about your band.

When your set was done, you walked off and Slash pushed and shoved his way through the crowd to get to you. Duff followed behind, not wanting to be left alone.

Slash grabbed your arm and you panicked, but relaxed seeing it was just him. "That was sick as fuck," Duff said, casually. Slash stared down at you before starting to ramble uncontrollably, "Holy shit, Y/N! That was fucking incredible! You sounded absolutely amazing and it was so raspy yet so soft and so loud yet quiet and the way you play and the way you move when you play is just so satisfying! How come you never told me you were in a band!? This is the best thing I've found out about you, and your music is clearly written and sang with such complex emotions and your lyrics are so raw and intense and your songs sound so messy yet put together so well and, and, I just, I'm at a total loss for words, I love you -" He cuts himself off.

Your eyes widen and even Duff turns his head to look at Slash. "What!?" Both you and Duff say at the same time. Slash stays quiet for a second.

"I love you," he repeats.

Duff stares at him like he's crazy. Your eyes soften and you smile, "I love you too," you say. You knew you loved him early in your relationship, but you were too scared to tell him.

He smiles and he grabs your hips, pulling you in for a kiss. You melt into the kiss, smiling against his lips.

He pulls away, clearly too excited to handle. "I'm assuming that wasn't all your songs in that set?" You giggle and shake your head. "Okay, we have to go home right now!" You tilt your head, "what, why?" Slash looks at you with a look as if you were being unreasonable, "because you have to play me every one of your songs! I've got to hear all of them! And how you wrote them, and why you wrote them, and when, and -"

You grab his hands, "okay, okay," you say, giggling at how excited he was, "I'll show you everything, okay?" His eyes light up, "oh my God, my girlfriend's a rockstar, I'm dating a rockstar!" He says, excitedly, as if he wasn't a famous guitarist himself.

Since learning about your band, Slash did everything he could to promote it, especially considering the fact Guns was starting to get more and more famous. He would do things like talking about your band at shows, in interviews, covering some of your songs and even having your band do some openings for Guns. Your band started to get famous too, and occasionally, you and Slash would have your own shows, playing a mix of Hole, Guns, Snakepit and even some songs you had wrote together.

[the-s1lly-corner]

do you think you can do the amazing digital circus with a reader who likes to sing a lot you don't have to but i think it would be neat

TADC cast x reader who likes singing!

I'm still on mobile rn my apolocheese <\3 my cramps are getting a little too wild today and sitting up at my computer hurts sm 😭😭

Hope you enjoy anon!

CAINE:

I feel like he would sing with you! Little duet! I can actually see caine having a pretty decent singing voice, imo, bro can project it and he has the confidence

Oooo if you want this to be romantic you guys sings love songs together.. SOBS.. I love

Obviously he calls you his muse

Again if this is romantic, you guys serenade to one another

POMNI:

Oh? You sing?

She doesnt know what to make of it, but I think she would enjoy hearing you every once in a while

Doesnt ask though, since I feel she would think she'd be intruding..

Now if you want to sing for her? I think she'd be flattered! A little awkward about it, but she wouldnt deny the offer !

RAGATHA:

I think she would be a singer too! She strikes me at the type to sing to herself while shes cooking or cleaning! Or at least, cooking before she got trapped in the digital world... but bubble cooked.. unless the food was popped into existence..

Ykw for fun purposes lets say you guys can cook food in the digital world, ragatha sings and I can definitely see you two having a little mini concert while working together!

Humming, too. She absolutely adores it when you hum while doing her hair

JAX:

I did a similar post earlier today ! You can find it here !

Bonus hc I just got flashes with the vision of him and y/n doing the "anything you can do I can do better" song thing

Miss that old trend, so much

KINGER:

Similar to caine I think he would sing with you too! Maybe I'm biased but I feel like he would have a pretty solid singing voice too!

Loves older romantic songs, but I also feel like he would like some songs by the amazing devil.. songs like battle cries, especially since I like to think he plays up the king thing for show + I hc he tends to exaggerate his stories to have more drama and flair, like grandfathers do when they're telling a story to their grandkids

Ponders

I hc that he hums to himself to try to keep calm, so I think you humming to him inside the pillow fort would work wonders for him

ZOOBLE:

Consider: you guys form a little punk band together

No?

Too out there?

Honestly I can see zooble being into music pre-digital world, dont know what instrument they'd play but I think if they ever made any music with you as the vocalist it would stir up some cloudy feelings; almost as if they're back at home

Sobs

No other ideas I'm just thinking about this now

GANGLE:

Very similar to pomni in terms of not wanting to ask you to sing for her due to feeling pushy or demanding or what have you

I feel like gangle does poetry sometimes, so if you wanna make her stuff into songs she would be absolutely honored

Though please ask before snagging her sheets ! Asking for permission is key!

Will likely never sing with you, especially if theres an audience, she would just freeze up and go quiet if you try to get her to join you

Shes content with getting lost in your voice

[speaknow-sw]

Ok, what happened. Why are people hating on you. Wtf, they really can't watch a bad bitch living their lifes🤨

Anyway, to try to make your inbox a little better, I thought abt an Au😈😈😈😈😈😈 So, there this song 'Scotty Doesn't Know by Lustra', and I had the PERFECT AU FOR THE MONROE TWINS. Listen....

You date Scott since you two were around 12 to 13, reaaallly young. Scott were always the jerk who were the capitan of the football team, who bullied people, who went to parties like it was his last one, who if he fails in a test, he laughs about it w his stupid friends. But, in the end, he was still your boyfriend right? But then in one of his parties, one he was hosting, you met his twin brother. I mean, you knew him already, but he was always SO reclused that he had ONE FRIEND (Corey). Surprisingly, you two had a great chat, and kept it till next day in school, he was really interesting actually, had some good topics about mcu, comic books, bands, series and whatever. Scott didn't actually cared, isn't like he thought that Sam could beat him in anything anyway. Your friendship with Sam improved, until the point you were fucking him in his bed, while Scott was out in his parties. How can you face Scott again? You literally fucked his twin brother, but then, you look at Sam by your side in the bed, and he's looking at you like you were a dream wich came true. Just like how Scott does.

WHAT DO YOU THINK? DO YOU THINK ITS A GOOD IDEA FOR AN AU OR VERY MUCH COMMON? 🙏

-😈

SCOTTU DOESNT KNOWWWW -I lied oops. Sam’s a sub I don’t make the rules.

Scott Monroe had been your boyfriend for as long as you could remember.

Since you were kids—barely twelve or thirteen—people had always known you as Scott’s girl. You grew up with him, from shy hand-holding to sneaking kisses behind the school. It was the kind of relationship that felt like it was written in stone, like something that just was.

But Scott Monroe had never been the perfect boyfriend.

He was the loudest, the wildest, the guy who walked down the hall like he owned the place, knocking books out of kids' hands just for fun. He was the one who laughed off a failing grade, who threw a party every other weekend, who treated life like one big game where nothing had consequences. If you called him out on it, he’d just grin, pull you into his arms, and say, “Relax, babe. You worry too much.”

But Scott was sweet to you.

He was the guy who, despite everything, would still text you good morning when he remembered. Who would wrap his letterman jacket around your shoulders when you got cold at his games. Who would throw an arm over you at parties, pulling you into his side like he was telling the whole world, this is mine.

And maybe that should’ve been enough.

Maybe it was enough.

But then came him.

Sam Monroe.

Scott’s twin brother.

You had always known Sam existed, but he was the kind of guy who barely took up space in a room. He was the total opposite of Scott—quiet, reserved, always with his nose buried in a book or a comic. While Scott was out leading the football team to another victory, Sam was in his room, probably watching some obscure sci-fi series no one else had heard of.

And unlike Scott, Sam had one friend.

Corey.

The only person who seemed to understand his weird, reclusive ways. The only person who sat with him at lunch while Scott and his pack of loud, obnoxious teammates took up three whole tables in the cafeteria.

You had never really spoken to Sam. Not until that night.

The night of Scott’s party.

—

The house was packed, the air thick with sweat and alcohol. Music pounded through the speakers so loud it made your skull vibrate. Scott was in the center of it all, standing on the coffee table, hyping up the crowd, already a few drinks in.

You had spent most of the night just existing beside him, watching as he got drunker, rowdier, less like the guy you used to know and more like the version of him that belonged to everyone else.

So you slipped away.

The kitchen was quieter—at least compared to the chaos of the living room. You poured yourself a drink, sighing as you leaned against the counter, trying to ignore the fact that you felt completely out of place at your own boyfriend’s party.

“Not a fan of the madness either, huh?”

The voice made you turn.

And there he was—Sam Monroe, leaning against the fridge, arms crossed, an amused expression on his face.

You blinked. “Didn’t think you’d be here.”

He shrugged. “Corey dragged me. Said I needed to get out more.”

You snorted. “Sounds about right.”

That should have been the end of it. A few exchanged words, a nod of acknowledgment, and then back to your separate worlds.

But somehow, you found yourself talking to him.

Really talking.

What started as small talk turned into a full conversation. MCU movies, comic books, bands you both liked, TV series you had both binged in embarrassing amounts of time. The conversation flowed so easily, so naturally, that you didn’t even notice when an hour had passed.

Scott never even came looking for you.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t care.

—

After that night, something shifted.

You started talking to Sam more.

At school, in the hallways, during lunch. It wasn’t anything obvious—not at first. Just small moments, quick conversations, stolen minutes in between classes.

Scott didn’t notice.

Why would he? In his mind, Sam was no threat. His twin brother? The one who had spent his whole life in the background? Please. There was no way Sam could compete with him in anything.

At first, you told yourself it was just friendship.

But then came the nights when Scott was out at his parties, too drunk to text you back.

And you?

You were in Sam’s room.

Talking.

Laughing.

Getting closer.

Until one night, you weren’t just talking anymore.

—

It started with a look.

You were sitting on his bed, legs crossed, laughing at something he had said, some sarcastic comment about Scott’s latest stupid stunt. He was next to you, closer than usual, his eyes dark in the dim light of his room.

And then, he reached out.

Brushed a strand of hair from your face.

Your breath hitched.

You knew this was wrong. You knew you should get up, leave, run.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you leaned in.

And when Sam kissed you, soft and hesitant, like he couldn’t believe this was happening—you kissed him back.

Sam whined pathetically as he ground his hips against yours. His pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, blue eyes hazy and unfocused as he lost himself in the sensation of your warmth surrounding him.

"Fuck, babe..." Sam gasped, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He wasn’t used to being the one in control, the one doing the fucking. Usually he was the one spread out on the bed, legs hiked up and ankles crossed behind his partner's back, letting them use him for their pleasure. But now, now he was the one driving forward, chasing his own release with desperate abandon.

Tears prick at the corners of Sam's eyes as he felt his orgasm building, his rhythm turning erratic and desperate. "I'm gonna... fuck, I'm gonna..." He couldn’t even get the words out before coming undone, spilling himself inside you with a choked cry. His hips stuttered and stilled, spent and sated in the aftermath.

For a long moment, Sam just collapsed against you, his full weight pressing you into the mattress. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out, not wanting to lose the connection, the closeness. His breathing was ragged and harsh in the quiet of the room, the only other sound the distant bass thrum of the party still raging downstairs.

Finally, Sam rolled off of you, flopping onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes. "Shit, that was... fuck, wow..." He was at a loss for words, his mind still hazy and slow. He knew he should feel guilty, knows he shouldn't be fucking his twin brother girlfriend’s, but right now, all he could think about was how good it felt. How right it felt to be close to someone who understood him, who saw him for more than just the brat he let everyone else think he was. Sam knew he was going to have to deal with the fallout eventually, but for now, he just wanted to bask in the afterglow, wanted to pretend that this moment could last forever.

That first night, it was slow. Careful. Like you were both testing the waters of something dangerous, something forbidden.

But after that?

It wasn’t careful anymore.

Sam squirmed uncomfortably on the rumpled sheets, his skin still damp with sweat and other fluids. He watched with hooded eyes as you fumbled with the strap-on, your clumsy fingers struggling with the buckles and straps. Normally, he would’ve been impatient, maybe even cruel, snapping at you to hurry up already. But there was something endearing about your awkwardness, your tentative excitement to try something new, just for him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you seemed satisfied with the fit of the strap-on. Sam took in the sight of you, his eyes widening slightly at the sizeable toy protruding obscenely from your hips. He had to admit, the idea of feeling that thing splitting him open, stretching him wider than he's ever been stretched before... was enough to make his spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

Sam rolled onto his hands and knees, arching his back to present himself to you. He was still sensitive from your earlier coupling, and every brush of the textured toy against his crack made him shiver. He reached back to pull his cheeks apart, exposing his twitching hole to your hungry gaze.

"Fuck, just... just be careful, okay?" Sam pleaded, trying to inject some bravado into his voice, but not quite able to hide the nervous tremor underneath. "I'm not used to taking anything this big..."

His words dissolved into a strangled moan as he felt the blunt head of the strap-on pressing insistently against his entrance. Sam's body resisted at first, the tight ring of muscle clenching down, trying to keep the intruding toy out. But you were persistent, and with a final, determined thrust, you popped past his initial resistance, sinking the thick head of the strap-on into his tight heat.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" Sam wailed, hands fisting in the sheets as he struggles to relax, to force his body to accept the thick intrusion. It was a burning, stretching sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before, and for a moment, he wondered if he had made a terrible mistake. But as you started to move, to thrust the strap-on in and out of his clenching hole with increasing confidence, Sam found himself losing himself in the overwhelming sensation.

The room filled with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by Sam's high, thin moans and whimpers.

And it became an habit.

Scott would be out at his parties, and you? You would be in Sam’s bed. Wrapped in his sheets, his hands gripping your waist like he was terrified you would disappear.

And the worst part?

It didn’t feel wrong.

It felt like something you had been waiting for without even realizing it.

But reality had to hit eventually.

And it did, one morning, when you woke up in Sam’s bed.

The sun was filtering through the blinds, the warmth of it making you shift under the covers. You blinked, still half-asleep, before your eyes landed on him.

Sam was awake.

Lying on his side, watching you.

And the way he was looking at you—like you were something unreal, something he had only ever dreamed of—made your stomach twist.

Because you knew that look.

It was the same way Scott looked at you.

And that was when the guilt hit.

Hard.

You had fucked your boyfriend’s twin brother.

And you had liked it.

Maybe too much.

How were you supposed to face Scott after this? How were you supposed to pretend like nothing had changed?

But then Sam reached out, traced his fingers down your arm, and whispered, “Stay.”

And just like that, every thought of Scott vanished.

Because in that moment, it wasn’t about him.

It was about this.

About the boy who had always been in the background.

The boy who was now looking at you like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

And maybe—just maybe—you were starting to feel the same way.

[nor3gertz]

the Postal dudes coming up with their band name.

P1: i got a name for our band. Hatred.

P2: that sounds like shit.

P1: fuck you

P3: Heh what about The Mailmen?

P4: yeah we do play a bunch of songs from a lotta genre but its so generic-

P3: Cmon it'll be so ironic lolz

P2: did he just say "lolz" out-fucking-loud

P1: Shut up dude

P2: No YOU shut up you sissy. Hatred? Boring and cliche.

P1: Okay smartass what's your idea then?

P2: Four Horsemen. bc it sounds apocalyptical. and also Metallica based.

P4: Sorry dude, that band existed. They disbanded though

P2: Whatever, gramps

P4: (rolls eyes)

P1: ....honestly that doesnt sound too bad

P2: i fucking know, better than what you came up with, fag

*they all then argued and threw picks and drumsticks at each other. the band name is still unknown*

edit: reading this again. this is so cringefail sorry guys

[megatruxfr]

Turbo FAST music headcanons

What kinda music do snails listen to?

Turbo

Really obscure indie shit and movie music. Turbo LOVES movie music and remixes. Hes the type of person to search up lyrics of a song he likes and keeps up searcing random lyrics he heard from the song until he finds it. He also listens to rock bands that nobody knows exists, and he has bands and artists hes not familiar with but he likes one song made by them so hes a fan. Also, did i mention Turbo digs video game music? Give him Crush 40's Sonic playlist and he's not gonna listen to anything else for another week.

Whiplash

Whiplash is a Swiftie. He knows all the lyrics of Shake it off and Blank Space from beginning to end and when hes alone he'll sing along to them as loud as he can, Shake it Off is his workout song. He also likes Sabrina Carpenter, Espresso, Thumbs and Please Please Please are some of his faves. On the other side Whiplash also likes rap once in a while, he sort of listens to Wiz Khalifa and BBN€, he used to listen to Drake but after the whole scandal (iykyk, you probably do by now) he stopped because he doesnt want to promote such people. He also likes Dutch music from time to time, especially Acda & de Munnik, but thats the only non english band he really likes. He doesnt like songs about sex, or with a lot of swearing, despite what many people believe.

Also, Whiplash sings in the shower.

Burn

She loves Doja Cat, especially Boss Bitch and Paint the Town Red. But Lay Blankz she loves most. Whoever dares insult Lay gets BURNed. Burn likes Nicki Minaj too, she used to listen to Ice Spice, but now she doesnt anymore bc lets be honest what the hell is Ice Spice even doing now. She still kinda likes Munch tho. Also she hate listens to Jojo Siwa's new music.

Smoove Move

He listens to Snoop Dogg, there is no way he does not. He also listens to Usher, Wiz Khalifa, Lay Blankz and Baha Men. Smoove Move absolutely loves hiphop and rap, but he's open to any kind of music, he loves a lot of songs from different genres. There are some rock songs he likes, he doesnt like country or classical. Smoove Move is pretty percise when it comes to music, he has some songs he think are just loud noises, he likes some house/electropop songs, but hiphop is his biggest dig. Smoove Move loves expirimenting with somgs and trying out new music. Got a song you like? He'll be interested. He also finds songs sometimes that he shows to his friends thinking its something for them, and 9 outta 10 times, it ends up being a good song for his friend he suggested it to.

White Shadow

It sounds good or it sounds bad. White Shadow truly doesnt give two shits about what genre a song is. He loves any kind of music, he likes to listen along with his friends. Hes the type of person to mass - replay a song he just discovered and likes, so hes tired of it and moves on not even a week later. Just like Turbo he likes movie music and gets frustrated when he discovers its not released. White Shadow wont worry or even care about swear words in songs or songs about sex, despite being a native English speaker he doesnt really understand most words and therefore doesnt care what a song is about. Again, if it sounds good to him, its going in his playlist no matter what its about or what genre it is. Also, did i mention White Shadow and intro's of TV shows? He likes the Ghostbusters song too.

Skidmark

Really obsure playlist this dude has. Just like Shadow, hundreds of songs from hundreds of artists and genres. Skidmarks alltime favourite song is My Ordinary Life, he listens to it while building or doing anything in his lab or room and he knows all its lyrics from beginning to end, he actually got it from Smoove Move suggesting it to him. He has some artists he actually follows. For example, he likes ImagineDragons and his favourite songs from them are Sharks, Believer and Eyes Closed. Just like Turbo he loves video game music as it helps him focus on things he works on.

Chet

Despite his general dislike for rock music, Chet actually really likes Avril Lavigne. He especially loves Head above Water and Bright. Burn had tried to get him to listen to Skater Boi and Girlfriend, some of her favourite songs from Avril, and Chet actually likes them despite everyone expectations. You wont find Chet listen to it on a daily basis, but he knows some of the lyrics and he likes the songs enough to listen to them with Burn. Chet doesnt necessarily like classical music but there are some songs of it he likes, Chet doesnt listen to music much, he has a few songs he loves and keeps listening to.

Anyway those were my headcanons!! Hope you like them

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Achilles Come Down (Gang Of Youths)

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken/Remember the pact of our youth/Where you go, I’m going, so jump and I’m jumping/Since there is no me without you

How, the most dangerous thing is to love/How, you will heal and you'll rise above/Crowned by an overture bold and beyond/Ah, it's more courageous to overcome.

You may feel no purpose/Nor a point for existing/It's all just conjecture and gloom/And there may not be meaning/So find one and seize it/Do not waste your self on this roof

Soldier on, Achilles, Achilles, come down/Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

"I'm sure you'll get other submissions for this one. I have no idea who this band even are outside of this song but it fucks me up like it does everyone else. It's the tragic love of it all. The desperation of trying to save your loved one from themselves. Or are the narrators of the song Achilles' own conscience representing his indecision on whether to kill himself or not? It can mean so many things and SO many parts of the lyrics are very poetic and powerful. (also again for me this makes me cry over a Specific Blorbo in this case Dimitri Blaiddyd but that doesnt matter)"

"The cellos in the background, the lyrics, telling the story of Achilles, the fact that it's fucking 7min long, it's beautiful, it breaks me to then pull me back together, it gave me hope in a moment where I wasn't in the best mental space, it's like getting undressed to your very soul only to be cover up with a weighted blanket afterwards and be told "it'll be alright." It's like that image with the guy that's like "this is cinema" but with a song, god I love this song so much"

"Ohhhg my god. It’s so. It’s a fucking heartbreaking song but it gives hope (^^see abovw lyrics. there may not be meaning so find one and seize it gets me the most). I can’t say anymore about it but yeah"

"Achilles is about to jump off the roof, his lover is trying to convince him not to. the vibe of this song itself is so unique, the violin and the segments of French reading really grip at your soul. Towards the end there are two voices seemingly arguing. One voice is Achilles’s inner monologue and the other is his lover trying to yell over it. This part is my favorite, especially if you’re envisioning your blorbo. Tbh in my darkest times I would fall asleep to the ten hour loop every night. It felt like laying on a rooftop and looking out at the stars and the street lights. I think maybe it kept me from doing things I would regret."

Drift Away (Steven Universe)

You keep on turning pages/For people who don’t care/People who don’t care about you/And still it takes you ages/To see that no one’s there/See that no one’s there/Everyone’s gone on without you

"Being stuck in one place while people, well, drift away and leave you behind. Realizing that relationships don’t always last forever. But waiting and hoping that, eventually, you’ll come back to each other, before realizing that’s not gonna happen."

Drift Away submitted by @angelicdevil

[wheresyoureta]

my big theory about whats going on in the bp universe- pt1

hey guys!!!! im just so excited abt the whole tour and the possibility that theyll release new stuff so i thought. why not share the brainrot with the swarm!!!

this is gonna be a i think 5-part (maybe more, maybe less) series of theories im gonna be doing :)

i also wanted to clarify that these are my theories and i am not in any way claiming they are true! im just having some fun lmao, if u wanna add anything just share with me im curious

(i dont include house of wolves and teenagers in the story btw they just dont fit in for me)

this is the part 1, the beginning.

the black parade, for me, is about death. and coming to terms with yourself. i am going to tell the story how i view it.

the story is about the patient, a man dying of terminal illness, most possibly cancer. he is alone, he is sad, and he has nobody to spend his last moments with. this is about him. and death.

his story starts with i dont love you. his partner has had enough of him: he is selfish, broken, and they dont think they can fix him. so they leave him. and he is alone.

the patient never had anyone he could remember of apart of them: his family? he didnt remember them.

in between that and the next song of the album, his fate is sealed. he gets diagnosed with terminal cancer and admitted into hospital. he has no one there. he cant remember anything about his past, in between these white walls.

the sharpest lives, the next song of the album, is the patient being angry. he is angry, at his partner, at the hospital, at himself, at the non-existent god that cursed him to this fate. he cant die, he does not deserve to. he complains, shouting at no one, about his unfair fate.

in this is how i disappear, his anger slowly starts to dissipate, shifting, and turning into slight sadness, maybe even remorse. he misses his lover: he wants to be normal. he wants them back. he doesnt want to go just yet.

in cancer, the patient is starting to realize his fate: hes dying. and there is nothing he can do to stop it. hes regretting every single mistake he ever made. the patient hates himself. he is alone because he deserves it: dying will free him for all this loneliness. he says his goodbyes to no one. and then he dies.

the end.

he opens his eyes, and he is in a place he does not recognize. a land of gothic infrastructures, tall and cutting the horizon into strange shapes. (we'll talk about this landscape more in the future; remember it.) he is surrounded by silhouettes, faceless people he does not know, but that yet seem so familiar. a young white-haired man approached him, smiling. "welcome," he said. "to the aftermath of your life."

the young man, the parade leader as he calls himself, explains to the patient that he is dead. he tells him that because of what how much of an asshole he was when alive, he is here, now.

in welcome to the black parade, the parade leader tells the patient about this place.

the parade, for me, is the purgatory: they send lost souls there to repent themselves- or, alternatively, to get them to hell. the parade leader and his band sing for them, they sing for them to make them remember all their past mistakes and to decide of their fate. the band is stuck there, in this limbo, forever: what got them here, they do not know. maybe the tour will shed some light on the origin of the parade.

then comes dead!, where the parade leader laughs at the patient, explaining to him that he made these mistakes, that he is unloved and he deserves whats hapenning to him now. the patient tries to deny it so hard, but he knows its true. he knows he fucked up.

in a burst of pain, for knowing that this is his fault, the patient has a vision.

he lays in wet dirt, the smell of blood and death in his nostrils. he hears screams and gunshots all around him.

suddenly, he remembers. the patient went to war, probably world war two (i like to think he went there because of the ghost of you music video. maybe im overthinking it lmao), and killed people there. a lot of people. it was normal to kill people at war, of course. but it haunted him. during the battles, he lost so many friends. so many brothers. the only person he had left was his mother.

mama.

his mother cried when he came back. because she could see the blood on his hands. she cried because her own son had murdered other women's flesh- their families.

she died quickly, too sad to live like this.

from that moment and then next song, there is a big gap that im going to try my best to explain.

basically, after the patient recovered his memories of his mother and the war, he started regretting all that he did even more. at the same time, he accepted it: everyone was imperfect. everyone was human. he comes at peace with himself, and prepares to die. i mean yeah he already died but like just his mind died? like he was still technically alive because his old memories still attached him to the living world.

in famous last words, the patient tells his last regrets to the parade leader: how he couldnt tell his mother and his partner that he loved them: that he couldnt live a long healthy life: that he couldnt say sorry to the mothers of all the men he killed.

but in disenchanted, he comes to terms with that: it is sad, but it is how it is. just a sad song, with nothing to say. there is nothing he can do to stop it, so he might as well go peacefully.

the parade leader, himself, had grown attached to this man: the patient was like him in many ways. he couldnt quite explain it, or understand it, but it hurt to let him go.

and so, in sleep, the parade leader sets him off. his song comes from deep inside, from his guts. it hurts. it hurts so bad to let him go. as he screams at him to go to sleep, there is a flash of darkness. and so the patient ends.

thats kind of my interpretation of the story! a man who is broken and does not know why, who is going to suffer an unfair end, and who finally comes to terms with who he is thanks to another lost soul. ofc, thats just how i personally see it!

last little thing before he start working on the next parts, for which i have wayyy more evidence for what im gonna speculate hehe

blood is the "transition" to the next part of the story. the parade changed after the death of the patient. it wasnt the patient directly, but something had changed after he left. the parade had become more defiant, more unstable, more resisting. so someone had to stop them.

thats when swarm comes in.

feel free to share ur theories with me!! i love to hear them :3

[chergeegee]

Do you have any headcanons for how se-mi and nam-gyu met 😻 I enjoy your thoughts immensely

YES OF COURSE I DO I was gonna make a comic on this but it's in my wip hell, whether or not it'll be real, who even knows BUT ANYWAY HERE IS A BIBLE:

OKAY SO I have like. 5000 different scenarios of how semi and namgyu met and became friends but ill name like. a few before I end up writing a library of this shit

The first one is if they met when they were younger. In my mind, semi is like 2 years younger than namgyu. They were aware of each other's existences in middle school and then later in high school is when they started having beef. this is very self indulgent because yk. Im an artist. but I imagined they attended an arts high school in music departments and both of them were in guitar. Namgyu joined under the impression he wouldn't do as many academics and can focus on his hobby (but its the same as any other school) and Semi joined because she wanted to. There was a workshop where juniors and seniors were assigned freshman and sophomores to tutor them. Semi and Namgyu got paired up and there was immediate beef and they both got in trouble. Then they kind of purposefully avoided each other until one of them played a really niche song they recognized while chilling in class and they were like "wait... I like that band too. you know them?" then it spirals into a long convo about their shared interests which ends up being everything. Then yay, friends who beef. I also imagine when namgyu graduates and leaves semi behind he is so fucking sad and lonely but he will never admit it. (semi too but namgyu more so) Another one I imagined is if they met when they were older. Either they met through their friends being friends then they met at some large hangout/party or one of them visiting the other's workplace. I think my favorite one is a scenario where semi is namgyu's tattoo artist and they have. anti-chemistry. like they somehow argue for the entire duration of the session (10 hours) and namgyu begrudgingly comes back to finish/get tattoos each time. it's like a "I am irritated by you, but I can talk to you for hours so I'm not really sure if this is friendship or not" type thing. namgyu could just go to another artist, but I like to think he's very particular about his tattoos so he's like "well fuck, but I like how these look more than my other ones......" I like to imagine that eventually they're kind of at a friends stage and namgyu reveals that he draws tattoo designs for fun (or semi snooped through his things). semi looks at them and goes "woah. these are actually kind of decent. yo, do you want like a job" semi offers namgyu an apprenticeship and namgyu quits club pentagon for it (he hates that place anyway). This scenario makes my mind happy bc I also imagine namgyu becoming sober bc semi offered him this opportunity and he cut ties with awful people. I wholesome-ify them a lot okay last one, idk the age for this scenario but ig it doesnt really matter. I'm like half certain this is a popular fic scenario but whatever its always cute. I like to think that they first met online through some kind of shared interest they have (like a subreddit, co-op game, or something) and they actually get along really really well. Like they would text each other every day, stream games/movies, etc. I debate whether they would match profile pictures (cuz i dont think namgyu would do that) but it's cute to think about. They would eventually encounter each other in real life but its the thing where they don't know the other person is their online best friend. So they have immediate beef but yk one of them would text their friend then the other person's phone buzzes and they go there is no way. then yay friends. I think this leads to a lot of fun scenarios like "your voice is way more annoying than I thought it would be" "wow you are ugly" etc