#when in my mind i’m thinking velvet underground

[illbeyourmirrorball]

Listening to arctic monkeys there’d better be a mirrorball and doing the thing that i always do where i say “there’d better be a FUCKING mirrorball” in an increasingly angry voice. And then decided to see what mirror/ball urls were available to play around with.

[evielmostdefinitely]

I would love see the first time that “excentric” aspect of they relationship started. Like how Coryo punishment her for the first time, She know what will happened? They talk about? And how she feel with that? Afraid ? Turn on ? Jealousy in think that probaly he did this with someone else ? Sorry if i wrote something wrong, english is not my first language

closer to the darkness |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested, the dark backstory that led to you and coriolanus' exciting sex life.

contains: very very VERY DARK undertones. mentions prostitution and the exploitation that occurs in the capitol. public sex with undertones of slight humiliation. very very dark coriolanus. slightly manipulative and obsessive coriolanus. bdsm themes. dom!coryo x sub!reader. spanking. spanking with implement. oral (fem receiving). overall very dark smut. minors dni.

A simple invite, passed to him by the sly smirk of a classmate. “Snow,” Dennis hissed lowly, pencil tapping on the page of a book, eyes cutting to watch for the librarian. “A couple of us are going to The Underground tonight. Are you coming?” 

Coriolanus blinked, face staying stoic, unreadable. He didn’t particularly like the boys in his class, not now anymore than years before. He found the civilness of their polite conversation to be useless now- now that he had you. 

“I’m busy.” Coriolanus dismissed. He had no interest in going to their gambling billiards room or whatever this club was. 

“Oh, come on.” Dennis grinned, head ducking low. “You can leave the Duke girl for a night. She won’t mind anyways. Her brothers are always there. You’ll be in kept company.” 

Coriolanus perked at the mention. Your brothers, the two elder Duke boys that he hadn’t yet charmed the way he had your father and mother. A necessity to secure their approval. He knew they’d run the family business, already high up in the family ranks. If he planned to go forth with his game ideas, he’d need their investment. 

That drove him to cancel his plans with you, a half-hearted excuse about studying, offering to spend the weekend with you instead. He joined the boys of his class, socialites and aristocrats alike, all wearing their family’s name like a badge of honor. Coriolanus followed them towards the luxury end of the Capitol, secluded and reserved for only the best of the Capitol goers, exclusion even in the highest class. 

Coriolanus twisted the wad of cash in his pocket, hoping he could remember enough to pass at the roulette tables. “Here,” Dennis hummed, passing the small, black mask to Coriolanus when the doorman let them in. 

“What’s this?” Coriolanus muttered, twisting the mask in his hands. 

“Just part of it. I’m sure it helps the others feel their identity is well protected.” Dennis shrugged, tying the silk ends to the back of his head, eyes accentuated with the harsh black contrast of the material. 

They gamble openly during the games, but are worried here? Coriolanus thought, fighting back an eye roll. Instead, he fastened the material, following the string of people through the darkened hallways. It felt far from luxurious, more like the burrows and halls he’d sneak with Lucy Gray back in District Twelve. 

His mind wandered back to hers, furiously shaking her from his thoughts. He needed to be sharp, alert. Coryo had already decided he’d stumble into your brothers, hopeful he could still find them with the masks, that he’d sit at the right roulette table. 

Coriolanus stilled when there was no table. No green velvet lined table with dice and cigar smoke, no liquor or Avoxes roaming about. No, instead, there was a small, circular stage with a single row of chairs surrounding it. 

“Snow,” Dennis nudged his arm, pulling him from his thoughts. “We’re over here.” 

Coryo followed him, thankful for the mask, hoping it would conceal his wandering eyes. What was this place? A stage in the middle, nothing else. Coriolanus’ chest tightened with fear, grim curiosity perhaps as he settled into his seat. All around him, men with masks, chatting with each other, all nearly identical in the dim light of the room. 

“I heard they found her from Eleven.” The boy, Lucios, beside Dennis grinned. 

“I’m quite bored of the homely looking girls. They always look frightened, like caged animals being led to slaughter.” Dennis rolled his eyes in boredom. “I wish they’d bring in another girl from One. They always know how to put on the best shows.” 

“I’d even settle for Two.” Lucios cackled in a droning posh tone, waving over for his drink. “Maybe Three.” 

“It wouldn’t even be a real girl from Three. A hologram.” Dennis laughed. “As long as it isn’t Twelve or Ten, they always have the worst smell.” He snarled, eyes cutting to Coriolanus, who was rigidly watching the interaction. 

Dennis frowned, lips parting with a question, the trilling of a bell silencing him and everyone around them. All settling into their seats, quiet and still. Coryo’s heart beat so loudly it was deafening in his ears. Eyes scanning the room, he caught a glimpse of your brothers on the other side, eyes meeting only for a moment before the room fell dark. Completely pitch black, Coriolanus swallowed his rising panic, fists balling. 

It was a set up, a conspiracy to get him here, kill him. Of course they’d want to, they wanted you all for their own. Dennis had commented on you weeks ago, congratulated him behind bared teeth. How could he be so stupid? How could he not see?

A single light blinded him, body tensing at the sudden intrusion of light spilling above the stage. Underneath the beam, a man stood. His face was concealed entirely by a red mask that covered all his features, dressed in appropriate but dark wear, but with gloves that matched his mask. Next to him, a girl kneeling in a collar, and just a collar. Her face not covered, oh no, Coriolanus could see every line of fear, shine of terror though she tried to hide it. 

“Gentlemen,” The man’s voice was loud, even through the muffling of the mask it rang through the silent room. “Tonight our guest from Nine.” His gloved hand ran over her tied hair, and Coriolanus didn’t miss the way she shivered, biting her lip in fear. 

Coriolanus watched in eerie intrigue as the man brought her to a small bench like contraption, making a large show of securing her arms and legs, so she was left spread, vulnerable to the audience to see the most intimate parts of her. 

Coriolanus’ chest burned, maybe with fear, maybe with something else. Your brothers were here, here. He hoped they hadn’t seen him, stomach turning with the fear of what you’d do if you found out- fear that you’d leave him. The man on stage’s droning words fell deaf on his ears, mind racing with a plan, a plan to leave before they’d see you. He couldn’t see the row on the other side because of the light, so he hoped they couldn’t see him. 

His thoughts were stopped by a single cutting whistle of wood through the air, walloping onto skin with a resounding smack! followed by a muffled cry. 

“In the dark times, far before the dark times, since nearly the beginning of time, there have been many forms of debauchery that have been used to cause excitement.” The man droned dramatically, twisting a leather paddle in his hand. 

He tapped the girl’s left bottom cheek, before bringing his arm back, sending the paddle soaring onto her ass again. Coriolanus jumped slightly at the impact, mind dumbly blank of the worries from before. Nearly trance-like, watching the man paddle the girl, how she cried pathetically, how her flesh turned, blossoming with marks. 

“There has always been a power imbalance.” The man continued, letting the paddle rub teasingly over her body. “There have always been the powerful, the helpless. Those who are in charge, those who are submissive- completely at the mercy of your cruelness, of your control.” 

Coriolanus felt his pants tent, blood rushing from his head down to his throbbing cock. The man stalked, heavy footsteps that echoed in the room, back between the girl's legs. “There is a need for order. Even in intimacy.” He hummed, bringing the paddle down twice, two snapping flicks of his wrist. 

Coriolanus swallowed, spit pooling in his mouth at the cries the girl gave. The man scanned the room, setting the paddle on her backside, slowly taking off a glove. Coriolanus leant forward, watching the man with intense intrigue. 

“Because as we all know, there is pleasure in power.” The man boomed, his hand disappearing between the girl’s legs. A gasp ghosting on the edge of pleasure filled the room, her back arching at the sensation that was hidden from Coriolanus’ view, his eyes narrowing for a better view. 

Coryo’s face blushed deeply, burning with excitement when the man’s fingers lifted, covered in sticky arousal from the girl that webbed his fingers. “And as you can see, there is pleasure in pain as well.” Though his face was hidden, Coriolanus could hear the smug smirk of his voice. 

“My darling guest here is one who enjoys such pain, which is why she’s chosen to serve the Capitol and offer her services.” The man continued, wiping her release on his pants. “For the night, the rates bidding starts at a high price since she can only be shared once.” 

Coriolanus slipped out when the bidding started, the lights dimming enough for him to see the exit. He walked furiously down the streets of the Capitol, throwing the mask furiously on the ground. Still, his cock throbbed, stirred to life, not at the girl but at the idea. The idea that you would be tied up, tilt that power to him entirely, be at his mercy and command. 

He’d brain his throbbing cock as the reason his thoughts were scattered, why he showed up at your penthouse. 

“I thought you were studying- oh!” You squeaked, letting the door fall with a snap shut, Coriolanus’ hands on your waist, kissing you with feverish hunger. 

“I missed you.” Coriolanus rasped, your heart swelling at the words. “I couldn’t wait until this weekend. I had to see you. Had to taste you.” 

Your knees wobbled at the words, tensing with excitement. You could feel his stiff cock on your hip, ignoring the way he rubbed himself into your hip, letting him settle between your legs. You were surprised when his plush lips pressed to the inside of your thighs, hot breath ghosting over your clothed pussy. Your fingers tangled through his hair when his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, lapping and suckling. 

Coriolanus knew what to do, what he needed to do to get you brainless, pliant before he’d suggest such a proposal. So he let you pull at his hair, let you tug at the roots while you whined and cried out, bucking beneath him as his tongue worked you open. 

“I want to try something.” Coriolanus hovered above your sprawled out frame, slack and limp against the rustled sheets. His eyes were dark, looking down at you from the slope of his nose- it sent a shiver right through your already trembling frame. “If you’re willing.” 

Brain still foggy from the previous orgasms, you nodded lazily. Of course you did, it was like clockwork to Coryo, all a part of his plan. “You always enjoy it so much when I’m rough with you,” Coryo began, biting back a smirk at how you blushed, body folding shyly into itself at his words. “I want to try something a little… more.” 

“I don’t much care for torture.” You frowned, lips pulling in a scowl. 

“I would never torture you, darling.” Coryo smiled softly, a small shake of his head that had you relaxing. “I think you’ll find this more pleasurable than painful.” 

He had you over his thigh after a short amount of coaxing. Legs on either side of his thigh, body resting on the silk sheets behind him. He alternated sharp smacks to your ass that left you squealing, lifting in tense alert at the sensation only for his hand to slip back between your thighs, tease and pleasure you until you melted back onto his thigh. Until his spanks were met with pathetic whimpers of pleasure, rubbing yourself shamelessly on his thigh. 

It was only the beginning. The very start of the shift in power for the two of you. First in the bedroom, then out in the world.

[simplydannie]

In this story, Velvet is a few years older than her brother ❤️

FYI. Tye is an OC of mine that appears in my “Back to the Underground” series! I apologize for the confusion. He makes his first appearance on Part 5. Enjoy!

The siblings have relocated to Bergentown where they seek the help of the Trolls as Velvet has been deemed “poisoned” by their essence.

They try to make it their new home: Velvet attempts to plan a birthday surprise for her brother in hopes the Trolls would come… but she soon realizes that it’s them against the world.

Velvet felt good about today. She was sure it would turn out great. She finished setting up the last of the balloons around the roller rink.

Today was Veneers birthday. It had been four months since they got released, four months that they had stayed in the Bergen Castle in Bergentown. They needed to get back on their feet after everything that happened. Veneer saw how his sister was still poisoned by the effects the Trolls. He had written a letter to them asking for help…and now here they were.

At home they had nothing, only the house they had stayed in with their parents….that in itself felt lonely. Those at Rageous treated them indifferently. “Troll Torturers” is what they called them…and they weren’t wrong. At least for the moment, they could start new here before going back.

Velvet had decided to give it a shot and invite the Trolls to his little surprise party she had planned. Veneer never really had any luck at birthday parties….or friends. He would always get so excited. He’d make invitations, hand them out…and no one ever came. It was always them and their parents. She could only hope today was different.

She looked at the clock….it was 6:45.

“I told Veneer to be here at 7:45. I think there’s still time.” She walked to the door to peer through the window.

Poppy made her way back to pop troll village to gather everyone else for the surprise party Velvet had told them about. Out of all of them, Branch was the only one unsure… and a new little Troll they had rescued from Rageous, Tye. Both had yet to trust the two giant Rageons… even if Veneer for some reason grew an attachment to Branch.

“Alright guys! Ready to head out?” Poppy exclaimed trying to sound enthusiastic. Everyone around her seemed unsure… they didn’t want to do this. Viva was the first person Poppy looked at.

“I’m with you Poppy, but everyone else… well.” She looked at Clay.

“We still can’t forgive them of what they did. And here we are going to celebrate Vens birthday like nothing ever happened.” Clay exclaimed.

“No. No it’s not like that it’s….” Poppy was stuck, she didn’t know what she could say that would convince them.

Floyd came in, “They’re trying. Ven was the one to ask for help remember? AND he was the one to admit to everything, put a stop to it! Come on guys!”

His brothers and the rest seemed to take in his words, all except for Branch and Tye. Yet, Branch was willing to give it chance… for Floyd… this infuriated Tye.

“Why do you care for them so much?” He asked bitterly. “They don’t deserve your kindness or anyone else’s! Rageons are nasty, selfish creatures!”

“Tye wait…” Poppy tried to say. He ignored her.

“No I’m sorry Poppy! You can’t go on forgiving everybody when they’re unforgivable! It’s no one’s fault that those two big freaks have no friends.” Tye scoffed and crossed his arms. His words ate its way into the minds and heart of everyone around them.

“I agree. We’re not going, neither are you little bro.” John Dory stated looking at Floyd. His brother gave him the most quizzical look.

“Are you serious?” Floyd remarked.

“Dead serious. I ain’t loosing my little brother again.”

“Sorry but you’re way passed telling me what to do.” Floyd began to walk away before he felt hair wrap around him. “Hey! What gives!” He turned to see Bruce and Clay holding him back firmly.

“We agree with John and this one Floyd.” Bruce replied. Floyd struggled as his brothers held him back. Branch and Viva walked over to Poppy who was watching in confusion.

“Branch, tell them it’s okay. Tell them to let Floyd go.”

“I’m….. I’m sorry Poppy. I don’t want him going either. Or you.” He replied.

“I…. I have to agree with your boyfriend on this one.” Viva said shyly glancing towards the ground.

“What?”

“Poppy, I nearly lost you and dad once. What if it is a trap? What if they have something planned to take us all back to Rageous?” Viva asked.

“We can’t risk it. I can risk you or Floyd being caught.” Branch held Poppy’s hand but she retracted.

“But I promised…. WE promised.” She said.

“For the sake of your safety… some promises are meant to be broken.” Branch stated.

7:40. DING.

The door to the roller rink pinged open. Velvet hoped it would be Poppy and everyone else, but when she looked she saw her brother. He stood there now in his normal Veneer attire that he used to wear before Velvet had him change: he was obsessed with his black skinny pants and new black sneakers. This time he wore a black, short sleeve undershirt and a puffy red sleeveless vest over. He began wearing his beanies again; today it was purple.

He glanced around excitedly at the set up and decorations. He smiled as he made his way over to his sister.

“Vels! Is this… is this for me?” He asked with a gleeful expression. Velvet attempted a smile…. Everyone was supposed to be here by now… She wanted to surprise him with the amount of people at his party… there’s still time… they have to come….

“Yeah. Surprise. I think everyone is running a little late though.” She finally said.

“Everyone? You mean like, actually people are coming!?” He began to grow excited.

“No Veneer monkeys are coming to your party.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh ha-ha.” He said. He began getting jittery, “I’m hungry. I didn’t eat. I’m was nervous but excited but mostly nervous, so like, I didn’t eat anything. Can I get a pizza?” He began to blabber… ..yep he was nervous.

“Okay a slice for now. Then we can pass our time playing ski ball. As I remember I still held the title.” Velvet smirked.

“Yeah when we were like 8. Times have changed sis, and I’m practically a man now. So you’re going to loose.” He smirked.

“Whatever.”

Two hours….

Two hours and still no one. Velvet sat at the booth with her hands buried in her face… it happened again….Veneer would go another birthday with no friends to celebrate with. Seeing that something was bothering her, Veneer came to join her.

“You okay?” He asked. One thing she learned during their time here is to be more open with him… she used to be, but she had closed herself off completely. Velvet hesitated a moment.

“They were supposed to come Veneer. I…I invited the Trolls… they were supposed to be here.” She told him. Velvet couldn’t look him in the eye. Ever since bringing him into her plan of fame, she’s done nothing but ruin things for her brother… and here she ruined it again. She felt a hand on hers… she finally looked at Veneer.

“Dont worry about it sis. What’s new anyways?” He said. It honestly hurt her how calm he was about this…. About no one coming to his birthday party. He was so used to not having anyone except his parents and sister. She wished others would give him a chance… she knows they’d like him. A moment of silence passed between them.

“Vels, honestly… I think I’ve enjoyed my time with you more. It reminded me of old times…. You’re just a tad bit more scary now.” He said.

“Way to ruin the moment jerk!” She shoved him playfully…. But it was true. Their time here at the rink felt like old times… when they were kids… when things were normal, when they were happy. This was their new normal now, and they had to make the best of it…. Even if it was just going to be them two.

“Well, there’s still cake and my present to open.” She said.

“Is it my illegal pet monkey?”

“Do you want to go back to prison?” They stood up and walked over to the table we his cake and one present were…. Her mind began to swirl with anger. She knew the Trolls were hesitant in trusting them, but they had promised, they had promised to be there to make Veneers day happy. She tried to compress her anger and new found hatred for the Trolls. Why stay here? Why even try?

Velvets new mission was to get her and Veneer away and out of here for good…. She didn’t care if they had no where else to go. Anything would be better than this…

[99hook]

Battered

Streetfighter!hook

Synopsis: Hook isn’t just a ring name in AEW but you figure that out when it’s too late to stop him

Warnings: depictions of blood and injury, angst, cursing, violence

A/N: I caught the O’Malley vs Sterling fight in the break room and just couldn’t stop thinking about hook as an underground streetfighter for some reason lmao (and yes I know the boxers aren’t streetfighters but this is just where my mind went)

The low hood shadowed the thick, velvet scar crossing through the arch of his eyebrow, along with the puffed out lower left side of his lip that had an identical cut to match, but not as well as he intended.

“Where do these scars keep coming from?” You asked as you gently ran your thumb over one of the cuts.

“You know I’m a pro wrestler.” He muttered as he pulls his head away, trying to hide the wince from the pain that the slightest touch caused.

“You haven’t stepped in the ring in over a month, Tyler.” You deadpan, and he can practically feel your suspicions slicing through him, but he tries not to acknowledge that.

“I did some practice in the gym the other day and the dude got me.” He shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll heal.”

But you didn’t believe him, and it wasn’t just due to the fresh scars that decorated his face either. Tyler was a horrible liar. He’d always been. He can never look you in the eyes when he fabricated the truth, which was exactly why he was staring down at his busted knuckles instead.

You took a moment to think, but you didn’t even need to. The truth was staring you right in the face and you were tired of pretending that it wasn’t.

“You’re streetfighting, aren’t you?”

You watched his shoulders immediately tense up, his teeth locking down behind his lips making his jaw bone throb. You rolled your eyes and looked away, unable to keep staring at those wounds on your boyfriend’s face.

“So when were you planning on telling me? After I have to see you in a hospital bed with a concussion? Or were you gonna just wait until you were in a coma and I had to find out for myself that you’ve been lying to me for who knows how long!”

“Stop.” He muttered, picking his head back up. “Just try to understand-“

“We talked about this so many times, Tyler! I told you exactly how I felt about you doing this! It’s dangerous! I’ve seen my dad get his skull cracked in half and you know that! Why do you want to do this shit?!”

“I love it.” He shrugs easily. “I love the thrill and the adrenaline. I love knocking bitch ass punks out cold. I love the hype. I was meant to do this, Y/N. I know I was.”

You felt your heart sink in your chest. Clearly seeing the passion bursting through those dark eyes when he told you what it means to him, but it kills you inside knowing that he’s chosen something so dangerous. Possibly deadly, and he doesn’t seem to give that any regard whatsoever.

“It’s not the way it was when your dad broke into it. It’s rough, but people aren’t built like they used to be. I haven’t gotten seriously hurt yet, and I’ve been doing this for-“ he pauses, dropping his eyes to the floor before he says, “about six months now.”

“Six months?!” You snapped, “are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Obviously im not.” He eyes you again. “I’m being dead serious because this is something I love. It’s a part of my life now, just like you are and I guess I’m just telling you so you’ll accept it, cause I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

You felt tears stinging your eyes but you forced them back. Tyler watched your eyes well up and had to advert his attention elsewhere so he didn’t have to see those tears slip down your cheeks.

“Look” he sighs, “I’ll bring you to one of my fights. You can see for yourself that you don’t have to worry about me. Nobody’s ever come close to knocking me out. Yeah I have a couple bruises and shit but that’s just how the shit goes. I hold my own out there and I dominate everyone that comes for me. I’m the last person you ever have to worry about.”

Well, that lead to you standing in the midst of a bunch of drunk, wild people in a rundown underground basement. You couldn’t help but to bite your nails down to the nub as you intensely watched two guys aggressively throwing still jabs to each other’s jaws.

It was already hard to breathe in the smoky haze but even worse when Tyler was announced. The crowd roared when he came out, fists taped up and wearing gear similar to what he wears in AEW, but he didn’t look like that Hook.

Everyone chanted his name, some people holding fifty and hundred dollar bills in the air as they bet on his win. You didn’t even realize he was such a crowd favorite, but that just cemented the fact that he’d been living this whole double life you knew nothing about for six months.

He stepped up and adjusted the tape wrapped tightly around his wrists to cover the tender flesh on his knuckles. The scars so deep that the second they make contact with anything, they’re pouring blood.

The man he was up against had a good three inches of height on him, but he had much more muscle mass than the man did. There was no intimidation on the surface. Hook appeared just as calm, cool and collected as he always did in AEW, but you quickly realized as soon as the first punch was thrown that this was completely different.

All you heard was hook chants and the sounds of knuckle crashing into bone. One stiff jab in particular caused Hook to stumble back, dazed a bit but all it did was piss him off, and then you realized just why everyone was betting on him.

Fury bursted out of him as he threw his fists straight into the eye sockets, the jaw and the teeth of his opponent. He was a quick shooter. His opponent tried to block the shots to the face so Hook strikes them to the ribs instead, landing an uppercut when his opponent folded over.

But as soon as you thought the fight was going to come to a quick end, hook’s opponent reared his shoulder into his gut and slammed him down to the floor. The impact of your boyfriend’s spine crashing against the concrete make your stomach churn. You felt nauseas, hands trembling as you watched him getting punched everywhere that was visible.

He was trapped beneath his opponent, his knees digging into Hook’s rib cage preventing him from breaking free and all he could do was block those deadly punches as best as he could.

The chants only got louder and louder and it gave him more momentum. The crowd, but especially knowing you were out there in it.

In a desperate attempt to gain some leverage, when the next punch was thrown, hook caught it with his left hand, his right hand connecting directly into the teeth of his opponent, cracking one right down the center.

Blood oozed from the man’s mouth, leaving droplets all over Hook’s chest. He quickly reversed the roles and rolled himself on top of his battered opponent, his knees digging into the shoulders to keep the man from having any defense. With the man trapped underneath, Hook’s fists flew at a deadly speed, pounding into the man’s face until there was blood pouring out of every crevice on his skin.

He wasn’t satisfied until his opponent was limp. One good stiff jab to the jaw button followed by three clocks to the bridge of the nose and his opponent’s eyes rolled back, his entire body giving up any source of fight he could’ve possibly mustered.

The crowd erupted in wild screams when hook got off of him. He wiped the smeared blood from his bottom lip with the back of his hand, tainting the white tape with crimson to match his opponent’s blood all over his body and the floor.

He raised both arms up, eliciting more screams from the crowd before he scanned his eyes all around that smoky room, finding you within seconds. You had mixed reactions and he could see that, but all he was worried about was making sure he showed you that this is what he’s best at. This is what he loves. This is what he wants.

He made his way towards you, red welts all over his chest and neck and tinges of blood everywhere you could see. He pushed through the people in front of you until he was standing inches apart, his bloody, slick hand cupping your cheek before he crashed his lips with yours.

He was so amped up and you could feel that in the kiss. The passionate force behind his lips colliding with yours left you breathless when he pulled back.

He dropped his hand from your cheek to your hip and noticed the blood smearing across your skin that he left there.

As if he was reading your mind, he pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around you, blood staining on your clothes but neither he or you cared. You hugged him back, holding onto him for dear life he felt like. Your body was still shaking and nerves still wracking around within you but you couldn’t deny the fact that he really did dominate out there, just like he said. And it was clear more than ever that this was something he loves. Something he wouldn’t give up.

“You’re a badass.” You mumbled into his slick chest, feeling his arms tighten around you. “But listen to me, Senerchia, cause I’m only gonna say this once. You better not die on me, or I’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.”

He pulls back and looks down at you, his eyes wide and wild and hair even more so, but a slight smirk tipping up his lips distracted you from all that. All the blood smeared on his skin and the welts that were soon bruises. That smile out-shown all of it.

“Never gotta worry about that, baby. I’m never leaving you.”

He placed another kiss to your lips briefly, leaving the taste of salty sweat and metallic in your mouth before he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd, avoiding the people around trying to congratulate him and get him to sign things because all he was worried about was getting you home.

“Where are we going? I thought there were more fights? You don’t wanna stay and watch?”

“Nah” he smirks as the cold, New York air greets you both. “I got a lot of adrenaline pumping right now, im not wasting it.”

[kookygranger]

Hi!

I'm so late!

But I'd love to know about HF!E

for the wip game!

Thank you, Betty! ✨

HF!E stands for High Fidelity!Eddie. It isn't a HF au it just takes place in a record store and I didn't have a name for it. It was an idea for a one-shot inspired by this playlist featuring gothic/spooky songs before goth was a genre.

It made me think about Eddie who just moved to Chicago with Corroded Coffin and is slowly being accepted by the scene. Reader works at a record store and is playing this mixtape over the speakers and Eddie very much falls in love.

I started writing it and then didn't really like it but here's a lil' snippet:

“What the fuck are you listening to anyway?”

“I made a pre-Halloween mix. Music that lead to goth before goth was a thing.” You frown as you try to unstick a bright red sticker from the price gun you’d been tapping on the pile of vinyl.

Eddie smiles to himself as he continues to pretend he’s browsing and not tuning into your conversation.

“Are you going to The Allied tonight? There’s some new band from Indiana or something playing, apparently they do a sick cover of Master of Puppets.”

Eddie pauses in his faux perusing for a second as he awaits your reply.

“I wasn’t really planning on it, no.”

The guy huffs, “No? What was your plan, going home to sulk to The Velvet Underground?”

“I don’t sulk–“

“You do when you listen to The Velvet Underground.”

“What do you want me to do? Pogo to Heroin? Anyway, I was gonna work on an article actually.”

“Why don’t you write about this band tonight? Tim says they’re pretty good. He saw them a couple of weeks ago at the Metro.”

“Tim said that about that god awful noise band that played at De Salle’s. It was the worst four hours of my life. I thought my ears were actually going to bleed.”

“Whatever, you say that like you’re not currently playing the most depressing German synth music that nobody in their right mind would listen to.” He points out the new song playing from the speakers behind you.

“First of all, this is David Bowie’s Low. And if you knew as much about music as you claim to, you’d know that this was his seminal work in his Berlin era and an ambient soundscape masterpiece. Secondly–“

“I like it.”

Both of your heads shoot up at Eddie’s interruption. He blushes and clears his throat as you catch his eye and the corner of your mouth quirks up. “Sorry, I just–it’s a good mixtape. I like the theme.” He frowns and shakes his head at himself, he doesn’t know what came over him. Who is this guy that’s bothering you, anyway? You have amazing taste and he’s pretty sure you’re the most angelic thing he’s ever seen. You gesture in his direction and look back at the guy that’s teasing you.

“The customer is always right, Simon.”

Eddie moves quickly to the B section and finds the album you were talking about before heading over to you.

“Did you find everything you need?” You smile at him sweetly as you hop off the counter and take the record from him. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before. Customer service isn’t exactly my strongest skill.”

The guy, Simon, snorted. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off the way your face lit up quietly when you realised what album he picked.

“What are your strongest skills?” That was such a weird question Munson, what the hell?

You looked up at him a little taken aback, before a small smile crept up on your face.

“Talking about music…or” you shake your head in contemplation, “writing about it actually.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Maybe it’s not so much a skill, more like an obsession.”

“She’s actually kind of good.” Simon butts in with a shrug and you roll your eyes.

“Such a high compliment cuz.”

You were cousins. He still had a shot.

“You write for magazines?” Eddie asks.

“Zines mostly,” you point to a stack of xeroxed pamphlets on the counter, “but I’ve published a few reviews with Spin and The Face.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That’s pretty cool.”

You breathe out a laugh and take the cash he hands you, collecting his change. “Thanks.”

“Wait, you're Eddie, right?” He turns to Simon, almost forgetting he was there. “Your band’s playing at The Allied tonight? I met your drummer Gareth at a show last week.”

“Uh yeah that’s me. We’re called Corroded Coffin.”

“Cool name.” You smirk and hand him his record wrapped in paper. Eddie tucks it under his arm, his dimples showing as he smiles back at you.

“Thanks.”

“You’re from Indiana then?” You call back to Simon’s earlier statement, as Eddie doesn’t make a move to immediately leave.

He rubs the back of his neck as he nods, “Yeah. Just moved here a couple of months ago with my band.”

“Welcome to Chicago, Eddie.” You smile and introduce yourself, “Let me know if there’s ever anything I can do for you…vinyl wise I mean.”

“Thanks,” he scratches the stubble on his jaw before stepping away from the counter. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight at the show?” He tries to keep his voice casual, but there’s a hint of hope in there.

You bite your lip and shrug, “Yeah, maybe you will.”

Eddie nods and takes his queue to leave, the bell jingling again as he steps back out into the cold.

“Yeah, maybe you will.” Simon mocks you in a breathy imitation and you roll your eyes. “So now that you know the singer is cute are you coming?”

“Obviously! You better get me on the door list, or I swear to god I’m telling Aunt Carol about the stash in your underwear drawer.”

Okay, there were a lot more High Fidelity references than I remembered. Fun fact: I have read the book and watched the film and HBO reboot so many times I could quote word-for-word. I also dressed up as Zoe Kravitz's Rob for an office Halloween party once, complete with the Wings Over America live album that she talks about in that scene with the misogynistic cheater. Only one girl got it because she was a fan of Zoe Kravitz lol.

[lickthecowhappy]

Playlist Analysis: #7 - Pale Blue Eyes

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#7. Pale Blue Eyes – The Velvet Underground

This is a Crowley song.

Overview:

I mentioned previously that Neil has said that in Season 2, Crowley’s favorite song changed from I’ll Be Your Mirror to Pale Blue Eyes. I hadn’t heard it before so I went and listened and my heart broke again.

The song describes a person in love with their best friend. The singer loves them but there are barriers to their being together. They seem to have poor communication skills, they are opposites in many ways, the blue-eyed one is in a relationship and the singer encourages them to sin.

So let’s talk about placement in the list. I think this fits best, both in sound and poetic tone, in a post-kiss world. It’s a season 2 song so it must succeed the season 1 songs, and if I’m honest, I imagine the lingering on those pale blue eyes as what happened between the kiss and the forgiveness. Most of this song exists during Aziraphale’s heartbreaking, stuttering brain reboot. 

Lyrics:

Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby, you just Make me mad

Do I even need to explain this first verse? We see Aziraphale cause Crowley to experience each of these emotions, all the time, in both seasons. They bicker so much and every spat comes back around to more happiness, sorrow, and anger. These two really need to grow. David said something to the effect of, “Crowley loves Aziraphale too and it’s very frustrating for him.” 

Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes

After the botched confession, when Crowley dons his sunglasses, he’s stopped listening. The wall is up. He still stops when Aziraphale asks him to, but he’s done with the conversation. He faces Aziraphale but his gaze is clearly not really on him, and the second he mentions heaven again, Crowley turns his face away too. But after all the hurtful words from them both, and that last act, that desperate, pain-filled kiss, Crowley stares at him straight on, lingering on Aziraphale’s pale blue eyes, hoping he’ll change his mind.

Thought of you as my mountain top Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but couldn't keep I've had but couldn't keep

I don’t think it’s healthy to mark one’s pinnacle according to another, but I certainly understand the feeling. So many of us have feelings of inadequacy or at least self-consciousness; to look at the being you love more than anything and know they don’t look down on you, they see you as worthy. That can feel like the achievement of a lifetime. The best that things will ever get for you. How thrilling to be at the top! But you can't stay at the top unless you die up there. “Nothing lasts forever.” Crowley has lost so much. His angelhood, his refuge, his best friend, his car (restored, but the loss was still experienced), his authority, his flat. Aziraphale is the last, unthinkable thing to add to the list of everything Crowley has had that’s been taken away.

Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes

Because of the sunglasses, we can’t really see just how often Crowley gazes at Aziraphale, but those shades don’t hide everything, sir.

When he knows he’s about to lose Aziraphale, he lingers on those eyes from behind that dark barrier and, doubtless, through a wall of tears.

If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of me

“He’s far too pure of heart to be anybody’s ‘bit on the side’.” Aziraphale’s purity of heart has to be one of the things that both attracts Crowley to him and drives him crazy. But his purity isn’t like the Goodness™ of the other angels. That’s why Crowley has chosen to be a reflection of Aziraphale (see my analysis of I’ll Be Your Mirror for relative context). He sees Aziraphale’s true self and reflects it. Aziraphale already is in the mirror Crowley puts in front of himself. But due to their misunderstandings at the end of season 2, he must feel like there’s something innately wrong with this reflection. He was so sure they were reflecting each other in that mirror, but everything went wrong.

Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes

The chorus repeated evokes to me that all of these are the kinds of thoughts going through Crowley’s mind after the kiss.

Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup

Skipping something, avoiding it. Fidgeting with something: a leaf that fell on your coat, or a receipt you found in your pocket. Refusing to start that uncomfortable conversation during which you know you won’t ever bring yourself to look at the other person. Tearing the object up among your anxiety, and stuffing what remains into your empty paper cup because you know that ignoring whatever unpleasantness is nearly boiling over will buy you one extra bitter day of holding on to that thing you just can’t let go of.

She said, "Money is like us in time It lies, but can't stand up Down for you is up"

The currency of life, the score we keep, the tally of Good™ and Evil™ deeds Heaven and Hell are keeping track of, can’t stand up to scrutiny. It’s arbitrary and Aziraphale knew it in Eden. Crowley heard him say, not in so many words, that giving away his sword was the right thing to do. Aziraphale agonized over it but he did it anyway. And he chose to save Job’s children because it was right, and while knowing it was Evil™. Crowley and Aziraphale are reflections. They appear to do things differently - left is right, down is up - but the result is the same. 

Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes

Crowley is still waiting through the confusion and the hurt for Aziraphale to change his mind. To say, “Great pustulent mangled bollocks to the Great blasted Plan!” But instead, he gets, “I forgive you.”

It was good what we did yesterday And I'd do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves, you're my best friend But it's truly, truly a sin

Aziraphale always appears to be on the side of Heaven, but he almost always gives into Crowley’s temptations. He wants to! The kiss is one of a scant few of Crowley’s temptations that we see Aziraphale resist; and he struggles with it. He feels obligated to maintain his commitment to the side of Good™, much like Nina feels obligated to maintain her commitment to Lindsay, but there’s something else Aziraphale truly desires. And our sweet cherub sneaks off to cheat on Heaven with a demon all the damn time. It’s a sin, but not in that it’s a transgression against the Almighty. It’s not a sin that he’s betraying Heaven’s rules to follow his heart. It’s a sin that he’s been forced into this situation. It’s a sin that a being of love is being told not to love. It’s a sin that Crowley was cast out in the first place. 

Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes

After that whole disaster, Crowley still lingers. Waiting for his love. Saying with his presence that it’s not too late. Looking into his pale blue eyes before Aziraphale finally boards the elevator and waiting until it’s really gone. He then looks to Nina - the Aziraphale analog - BEFORE looking to Maggie - his analog.

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[rustbeltjessie]

New mix tape alert! I started making this on Mother’s Day, and finished it the day after. For the cover art, I used one of the collages I made for my Five Poems mini-zine, because the title of the mix tape is the same as the title of that poem (both come from the Jawbreaker song “Jinx Removing”). As per usual, it’s a blend of old favorites, new favorites, and stuff relevant to things I’m currently thinking about. And, as per usual, I made a Youtube version.

Track list under the cut.

If I don’t go outside today, I never will.

Side A

Big Black - L Dopa

Naked Raygun - Metastasis

The Velvet Underground - I’m Waiting for the Man

Pork Belly - Superstar

Yard Act - We Make Hits

Fontaines D.C. - Starburster

Model/Actriz - Donkey Show

Hüsker Dü - Celebrated Summer

Fugazi - Rend It

The Iron Roses - Revolution Summer

Home Is Where - Cicada Summer (We Were On the Roof When the UFOs Came)

Death Cab for Cutie - Northern Lights

Side B

Soup Activists - Chaos Girls

World/Inferno Friendship Society - Only Anarchists Are Pretty

The Replacements - Kiss Me On The Bus [Ed Stasium Mix]

Beehive and the Barracudas - Stuck on the Bus

Dicks - Kill from the Heart

Hot Water Music - Burn Forever

Jawbreaker - Jinx Removing

The Pogues - The Sunnyside of the Street

The Promise Ring - Electric Pink

Kim Gordon - I Don’t Miss My Mind

Ana Tijoux - Antifa Dance

IDLES - Dancer

Patti Smith - Dancing Barefoot

[cruelestpigeon]

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES IMPRESSIONS: EP 70 - 74

EP 70: Book Of The Dead

So unfortunately I did not write my thoughts down for this because I was walking alone at night to a place I hadn’t been to before and then got incredibly weirded out when it got really quiet and the streetlights went out so I didn’t listen to it in completion BUT I did really enjoy how it was written, I think it was a really cool episode and I’m curious to know who got the book next

EP 71: Underground

Underground? Like The Velvet Underground? I like the way they did this one because one thing I never understood was when someone who was forcibly turned into a monster would turn someone else. Like why would you want them to suffer the same fate?

EP 72: Takeaway

Is it bad that this episode made me hungry? Meat guy is back and being incredibly creepy, like the image in my mind of a guy under the desk with bolt cutters scares me so bad. A leitner has to be involved her somehow right? Because how else is he cutting the limbs and regrowing them??

EP 73: Police Lights

This episode was lowkey really hard to follow but good on Basira for quitting because ACAB. Jon immediately concerned about how he was going to get the files is killing me like put it down for a second please

EP 74: Fatigue

Michael what are you doing here. Why torment this poor girl, that’s not cool dude. I like how Jon never considered homeless people a possibility of whoever was living in the tunnels. Oh so it was Sasha. Girl get an apartment don’t live under the building of your work that’s nasty. If another man is emerging from her home have you not considered this may be her boyfriend?? Leave her alone to her worm infested home Jon

[rivetgoth]

Over on Twitter there was a meme that was like “Post 10 bands you've obsessed about at some point in your life,” so I decided to list the first 10 that came to mind 🤔🤔 Note that this isn’t my current or all-time top 10 bands ever, but 10 that I can remember being obsessed with at some significant point in my life.

1. Skinny Puppy — Duh.

2. Culture Club — A landmark band for me, Culture Club was my entry into 80s pop which would evolve into developing my adoration for the New Romantics, 80s alternative, and eventually industrial and goth music. Also the second band I ever actively went to see live!

3. IAMX — One of my favorite bands of all time since around 9th grade, over a decade now!! One of the only bands I have a tattoo for. I could fill an entire post (or two, or three, or…) on just my adoration for IAMX alone, but I’ll leave it at that for now.

4. Ministry — Inescapable, isn’t it? Regardless of the eternal love-hate relationship I have with this band there’s no denying the incredibly significant effect they’ve had on my life unfortunately. The first industrial band I got into post-Skinny Puppy.

5. The Velvet Underground — TVU (along with TBP, below) was arguably the band that got me into music. Period. I’ll never forget hearing “Venus In Furs” and “The Black Angel’s Death Song” for the first time and just thinking it was like nothing else I’d ever heard before. It was everything to me as a teen.

6. Severed Heads — Another one of my favorites to this day, though I’ve had obsessive periods in phases. They kinda baffle and excite me like literally no other band. Like a puzzle I’m always trying to solve. Love love love them.

7. The Birthday Party — Ditto with TVU. “Mutiny In Heaven” shaped me into the music lover I am today, it gave me a taste for something that was like nothing I’d ever heard before and “like nothing else” has been a significant staple of the most evocative songs/bands for me ever since.

8. Joy Division — Community college circa 2017 I had Joy Division on constant rotation, they really got me through it lol. One of the first GOTH bands that I dove really deep into. I was already listening to goth music at that point but at that point in time Joy Division really resonated. I wore my Unknown Pleasures shirt everywhere seconds before it was cool. I still voted for The Cure on the recent “best goth band” poll tho LMAO.

9. Magazine — A more recent addition, Magazine fucking saved my life when I got COVID in 2021 and subsequent relatively severe psychotic symptoms shortly after. Literally just spent every quiet moment listening to ‘em to fight off some of the worst thought patterns I’ve ever had in my life, for months.

10. Steam Powered Giraffe — My middle school heartthrobs 🖤🖤🖤 A bit dated now but man, SPG was everythinggggg to me for a short moment and I think this secret part of my past explains some of my music taste to this day tbh lol 😭 They were thee FIRST band I ever actively saw live, and the most significant connection is that Bunny Bennett’s coming out was genuinely the thing that spurred me to soul search and realize I was trans within the same year :’)

What are yours??

[heartc0ffin]

𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚/𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐝𝐚 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

I will have the songs listed down below, since YouTube ads suck. Some songs are individually about Lambda, and some describe her relationship with Kappa, but I figured it was easier to just put the songs all in one playlist.

Sugar, Sugar - The Archies

Sugar Oh, honey, honey You are my candy girl And you got me wanting you

New Energy - Gram Rabbit

I’m tired, my hands are tied Hardwired, my brains are fried I lost myself behind what’s real But I found myself and now I feel New energy invade my mind New energy I spend my time, high

Dirty Horse - Gram Rabbit

I never wanted to start any type of fight I always wanted to make things just real right But Jesus is mad and he's blaming it all on me When the problem is you, it's very plain to see

Kill a Man - Gram Rabbit

I’ll kill a man ‘cause his head is sick, I’ll kill a man just to say I did I’ll kill a man ‘cause it’s where it’s at, I’ll kill a man no money back

Zero - Smashing Pumpkins

Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness And cleanliness is godliness, and God is empty Just like me

The End - The Doors

Can you picture what will be? So limitless and free Desperately in need Of some stranger's hand In a desperate land

Helter Skelter - The Beatles

Now Helter Skelter Helter Skelter Helter Skelter Yeah!

White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane

Remember what the dormouse said Feed your head Feed your head

Strange Days - The Doors

Strange days have found us Strange days have tracked us down They're going to destroy Our casual joys

You’re Dead - Norma Tanega

Don't sing if you want to live long They have no use for your song You're dead, you're dead, you're dead You're dead and out of this world

Purple Haze - The Jimi Hendrix Experience

Purple haze, all in my brain Lately things they don't seem the same Actin' funny, but I don't know why Excuse me while I kiss the sky

Schizophrenia - Sonic Youth

I went away to see an old friend of mine His sister came over, she was out of her mind She said Jesus had a twin who knew nothing about sin She was laughing like crazy at the trouble I'm in

Warpainting - The Myrrors

History repeats or so prophecies say Tomorrow's bloodshed are our failures today No man raising up his hands in protest To think we thought our government knew best

I’m Set Free - The Velvet Underground

I've been set free and I've been bound To the memories of yesterday's clouds

Aneurysm - Nirvana

Come on over, and do the twist Over-do it, and have a fit Love you so much, it makes me sick Come on over, and shoot the shit

Wet Cigarette - Mars Argo

Ooh, I'm running in a circle I don't even remember my name Remember my name

Funnel of Love - SQÜRL

Here I go Going down, down, down My mind is a blank My head is spinning around and around As I go deep into the funnel of love

The Taste of Blood - SQÜRL

[toxicanonymity]

Been contemplating submitting this for a while but I finally decided it’s too good of a co incidence to not share with you.

I have this super old ‘the velvet underground’ t shirt from H&M that eventually turned into a sleep shirt. It has multiple tiny tears in it and one big one right over the chest. Yes, my boob does end up downright falling out of it. It’s so soft I refuse to throw it away. My dad saw it in the laundry when I was visiting home and best believe I got a lecture about it. But now it’s forever associated with my Daddy Slasher Joel in my mind and so I’m never gonna throw it away. It existed long before daddy was born but the big tear appeared literally a week before I read the OG slasher Joel fic, and a few weeks before part two came out. I legit remember thinking “oh haha, it’s torn like my shirt” when he handed her the laundry in part two. I’m delulu for this man so to me it’s a sign lol.

Luv y’a Daddy. And love you toxic, you bless us with these amazing creations of yours.

straight out of slasher!Joel's laundry

I'M SHOOK 🤯🤯🤯 I LOVE THIS FOR YOU. I would never get rid of it either!!! Love you too 🤟 🥹

Joel's Camper - Midnight Blow

[jinglejanglemornings]

I truly believe Lover, You Should’ve Come Over live at Sine is the pinnacle of human creation or creation in general; God created the heavens and the earth so Jeff Buckley could sing to me so sweetly. I was born for this purpose alone—lay here and listen to this song is why I’m alive. When Jeff Buckley opens his perfect mouth the angels cry because they know they will never produce anything half so sweet as Lover, You Should’ve Come Over live at Sine. Dylan throws down his electric pen, Leonard Cohen hangs his hat, etc. You can live your whole life thinking this guy has a slightly overrated cover of Hallelujah, you can hear him sing Mama You Been On My Mind and think, well, he’s no Joan Baez. Or you can fall in love with erratic and emotionally unavailable women, if you’re so inclined, and then you find yourself in the park higher than a kite listening to Lover, You Should’ve Come Over live at Sine and truly you understand why you have to suffer; you understand that it is okay to endure all the pain because by feeling everything strongly, deeply, painfully, you come to be the kind of person who can understand, fully, Lover, You Should’ve Come Over live at Sine. I love him so much I wish he didn’t drown at 27. Stay tuned for thoughts next on The Velvet Underground. They should give me a fucking radio station.

[xomby]

hi you have an excellent taste in music could i ask about the yates playlist i would very much like to hear about the yates playlist!! :)

OMG HI first of all thank you and i’m so excited you’re interested in the playlist!!! i guess the basic rundown i can do is what songs goes to what events, and hopefully you see where i’m coming from cause some of these are insane to me in terms of yates 🤧

1-5: of little to no relevance they’re just early yates fun, also i definitely put genres and sounds that i think seem like the characters regardless of lyrics so they’re all just music i think yates would like basically idk

gotta get up- harry nilsson: beginning of his burnout. idk it’s about growing up and life getting less fun and seeming busy and serious which seems so real for him

chemical world- blur: GREEN DEATH BABY. most of the song is obviously referencing the progression of our “chemical world” to a point of emptiness and dysfunction which is real for the serial and also ik these lyrics:

are about drugs but in any context anything about something eating away at you/ diminishing identity can be soooo gutting in yates context..

got a feelin’- the mamas & the papas: no lyrical relevance but another green death song just cause it would ball on the soundtrack for when he’s brainwashed

life line- harry nilsson: first of all shoutout to the point! for being an incredible movie. secondly, this song is so definitively the yates getting un-brainwashed by the metabelis crystal. i have a whole 70s style psychedelic animation of it planned out in my head that i hope to make to this song someday. god it’s incredible just listen to it and picture yates pov metabelis crystal un-brainwashing please. these are the final lyrics

set me free- the kinks: post brainwashing agony song

look at me now- elo: invasion of the dinosaurs song 🤒 i think it does sooo well capturing the stress and like awful feelings of his arc in that serial

breakdown- suede: operation golden age fails he loses everything and everyone and then his mind finally becomes a little clearer and he’s left with nothing 👍

who loves the sun- the velvet underground: this one goes along with what i imagine would be a time of being quietly resigned to misery.. he’s trying sort himself out and come to some kind of peace, but it’s the early days of healing from trauma which are literally awful

fender bender- kid koala: just very late-arc yates music based on sound alone idk

new world rising/ocean breakup reprise- elo: planet of the spiders yayyy!!! this one has such a positive sort of tune paired with such intense instrumentals it’s a good parallel for the serial.. yates is trying actively to heal and be positive and forgive himself, while around him things keep on being a mess, but much more lighthearted than the 2 prior adventures

norwegian wood- the beatles: post planet of the spiders. peaceful, whimsical, hippyish.. very much the vibe i think he wants by the end. this one feels like a positive closing note for his character

SO that’s very long but that’s the gist of it!!! i hope i explained this decently and our minds are on the same yates wavelength cause i know soooo much of the relevance of these are conjecture or just personal opinion…. but i hope this is kind of what you’re looking for, and again i’m so happy you’re into the playlist!!!!! 😋😋

[nowritingonthewall]

Hi Chrissie, how are you? I hope you’re well! 🧡

I am firstly here to say I can’t get enough of your creations! Your fabulous gifs (and most recently your fabulous fics!) never fail to move me. Ugh, the FEELINGS *grabby hands*!!!! Thank you for blessing us! 🧡

I’m secondly dropping in to say that the song I’ll Be Your Mirror by The Velvet Underground (the lyrics!!!!) reminds me of Marc and Steven SO HARD, and if anyone would appreciate this headcanon I thought that you might? But also so sorry if not lol 🤣

Hope you had/have a glorious day!

Luna 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I have been grinning like an idiot for more than an hour now, thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a lovely message in my inbox 💜

First of all, it makes me so fricking happy that you like my little creations 💜

And talking about FEELINGS!!! I admire your writing skills from here to the end of the universe and back again, so the fact that you even noticed my first writing attempts, let alone being so lovely and kind and supportive about them… I don’t think I am going to recover from that, like, ever 🥺

And, of course, the song. The Song!!! I am once more going to out myself as a philistine and admit that I’ve never heard it before, but OMG it is the perfect Marc and Steven song! The lyrics fit them so so so well.

I find it hard to believe you don't know

The beauty you are

But if you don't, let me be your eyes

A hand to your darkness so you won't be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind

That inside you're twisted and unkind

Let me stand to show that you are blind

Please put down your hands

'Cause I see you

That’s literally the end of season 1 🥺 And we desperately need season 2 to see how Marc learns to accept everything that Steven is trying to offer to him. Thank you so much for introducing me to the song 💜 

I hope that you are doing amazing and that your day is as beautiful as you are 🥰🥰🥰

[cabbagepatch47]

The Rock Slump of 2010s and 2020s

Just listened to the ‘Rock This’ playlist on spotify followed by the ‘Rock Out’ playlist, both of which boast the best in new rock and the rock of today etc. I felt physically ill, I could only listen to a couple seconds of the five songs I listened to before my ears compelled me to skip. The songs compiled of pop songs that had features from traditionally rock artists, loud guitar with extremely soft indie voices, songs that triple j would try to pass off as rock ( even though they are definitely pop/indie- sticky fingers sounding *gag sound*), some poor imitation of a past rock genre or just the most boring song you have ever heard. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH ROCK?!/?! Maybe I’m narrow minded as to what my definition of rock is, but it's so poppy and indie? While there are bands that can be found on these playlists that have that classic rock feel mixed in with a newer sound, (Teen Jesus and the Jean Teasers, Bully, FIDLAR, Momma and Meet Me @ The Altar just to name few - took me half an hour to sift through the aforementioned playlists to find songs that I would genuinely add to my playlist) the majority is already popular bands (Paramore, Smashing Pumpkins), non-rock songs, tiktok formulated crap and indie-rock. I'm not trying to shit on indie rock, but to me it just doesn't have that certain something that other rock genres have, i feel as though it should just be classified as indie. Am I just a stickler, an old 67 yr old white guy crying out “back in my day”? Maybe I’m not searching hard enough or maybe we are in a The Rock Slump. 

The goddamed Rock Slump has been occurring since the early 2010s, there hasn't been a decade-defined rock genre since the 2000s. I mean since the ‘creation’ of rock in the 1950s, there has been a consistent rock takeover, with it moulding into a different sound with each decade. The 1950s housed the rhythm and blues (which would eventually be coined as  rock n roll) and legends like Chuck Berry, Little Richard and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (Pelvis). The 1960s saw the rise of the rock band and the rise in popularity of sub-genres (folk rock, psych rock). Notable mentions of the 1960s: The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Bob Dylan, The Zombies, Cream and The Rolling Stones. Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, ACDC, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Patti Smith, The Sex Pistols, The Clash, Talking Heads, DEVO, Blondie, The Velvet Underground, Gary Numan, Depeche Mode, The Cure, New Order, The Stone Roses, My Bloody Valentine, Nirvana, Mudhoney, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Hole, Alice in Chains, Pulp, Oasis, Blur, Suede, Supergrass, Foo Fighters, The Verve, Silverchair, The Cranberries, Weezer, The Offspring, Green Day, Rage Against the Machine, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Nine Inch Nails, Limp Bizkit (lol, i had to), Radiohead, The Strokes, Franz Ferdinand, Arctic Monkeys, The White Stripes and so many more. I mean I could keep going. These are all iconic bands that anyone who listens to music can recognise. And while there are some pretty cool post-punk acts coming out of Ireland and the UK (Fontains DC, Black Midi, The Murder Capital and Wet Leg (don't kill me, they make good music)), they're still in the early stages of their success and its still pretty bare bones when looking at whats topping the charts (of which hardly any songs are rock). I cringe thinking about the sudden pop-punk that is happening right now with MGK and Yungblud, however Good 4 U does manage to get my head banging- even though I would classify Olivia Rodrigo as a pop artist. I mean what has happened to Rock in recent years? Lots of music critics and writers chalk it up to the massive rise in hip hop's popularity in the 2010s, while I think that's part of the reason, I also think that hip hop and rock have coexisted for a long time, hip hop cannot be the soul reason for the decline in rock. Sometimes Rock and Hip Hop even have a baby (Childish Gambino). 

Is Rock the new Jazz? Will it ever come back? The current state of rock as shown by the Spotify playlists that caused this whole rant is depressing. The post-punk burst is promising but the pop-punk revival is brain-grating. Please god if you're there, birth us a new rock genre, I will be forever grateful. Maybe I am just mad that I missed out on some of the best years in music or maybe i'm seeing it through rose coloured glasses because I wasn't around for the shit and have 24/7 access to the gold. Was that too visual? Maybe I'm coming down from a Daisy Jones and the Six high? Maybe i'm just that annoying that im a ‘wish they were born in the 70s’ type of person

[crimsun-n-clover]

was listening to fleetwood mac in the car yesterday and picked up maggie. the chain came on and i said “this song is a curse because i love it but it reminds me i can play mandolin” “YOU CAN PLAY MANDOLIN??”

i officially have Dad Lore.

also we got halloween costumes. it’s gonna be rad. taking ruth’s nieces trick or treating.

matt’s in town. fucking wild. haven’t seen him in years.

other shit has happened probably but i blacked out less than twenty minutes ago and am currently nonverbal. plus all my competence is spent on ofmd brainrot. my instagram fan page is active to a concerning degree.

i’m waiting for my psychiatrist to call. was supposed to see her in person today. i just was rambling yesterday about how bullshit that is. “it’s exclusive to disabled people now that we’ve established we can do it over the phone” “it’s the rules stevie.” as if i ever gave a fuck. and today i woke up crying and blacked out when i tried to get out of bed so no fucking WAY am i going two towns over to go “can i pwetty pwease have my pills so i don’t kill myself also can you refer me to a ketamine clinic”

fuck it i’m crying in front of this bitch. try me. i’m listening to the velvet underground i’ll cry at you SO hard you’ll be up at night uncomfortable over it.

i think i’m getting over sugar as of today. thought about her and there was only disgust. there was still yearning yesterday. maybe i’m just missing my yearning ability because i almost fucking died while waking up, but i hope it’s gone.

she doesn’t give a shit about anyone but herself and her reputation. she’s all caring and nice until it’s inconvenient or challenges her flimsy beliefs. she fucking threw me away and somehow i’m the one all messed up over it. as if it wasn’t all her fault. i think she’s working at the new starbucks by the high school based off of context clues, so i guess i’m never fucking going in there. i’m too good for that. not a fan of corporate coffee anyway. i’m a fan of the taste but i can just get a shitty one at the gas station for cheaper that treats my migraines much better.

can’t fucking believe i went on a Bender For The Ages over someone who thinks taylor swift is the second coming of jesus christ. and watches racist minecraft streamers. and talks out loud in public about how she wants them to fuck her. and will pick anyone over me despite how she was always on about how i’m her favorite person in the world. i stole shit and cried and lashed out and screamed and drank and smoked myself fucking comatose over that??

of course i miss her. she was the only person i was honest with. but i also really fucking love lying so i’m doing great.

if she came back and said sorry, i’d probably take her back eventually. i hate to admit it. i mean i completely fucking shut down whenever i’ll be your mirror comes on, what else do you expect out of me? but come ON, she’s too self-victimizing for it to even cross her mind. try to kill yourself for being gay and then we’ll talk babe <33