#im so sorry fall out boy is my favorite band

[kineko-fab]

What are your favorite FOB songs? I've always liked Thnks fr th Mmrs, Just One Yesterday, and The Last Of The Real Ones, but I admittedly am a radio-listening normie so I only know a small selection of their songs ^^"

vees my dear friend vees im gonna write so many words now thank you TL;DR heres a list of my faves and me only letting myself choose my top 2 from each album. i do not talk about EVERY song on this list but i talk about a lot

FUTCT

Lawyer sued

Dance

Sugar goin down

Get Busy

XO

IOH

Arms Race

Lawyer (Me & You)

Hum Hallelujah

Golden

Thnks

(After) Life

Bang

Fame

Crashing

FAD

Disloyal order

I dont care

Headfirst

(Shipped)

[Coffee]

What A Catch

W.A.M.S.

West Coast

Pavlove

SRAR

Phoenix

Light em up

Alone Together

Where did the party go

Miss missing you

Save Rock and Roll

ABAP

Centuries

Kids arent alright

Jet Pack Blues

Favorite Record

MANIA

Stay frosty

last of the real ones

hold me tight

Wilson

church

heavens gate

sunshine riptide

OTHER:

City in a Garden off of Lake Effect Kid

ok to start those are all great songs. Thnks fr th Mmrs is one of my personal faves cause i grew up listening to that song. however did you know that song has a lead in song? fall out boy has many segue songs; a song whos end flows seamlessly into the beginning of the next. Golden, the song before TFTM is gorgeous and i loooove listening to it, especially since the transition to thnks is so dramatic sounding. Last of the Real Ones is also a big ol song for me. it is, admittedly, on several of my character playlists. now im gonna go by album. ill admit right here i dont listen to take this to your grave very often so. its. not gonna be on here. off of from under the cork tree. theres a lot of good songs but the two i come back to are another segue pair, Get Busy (im not writing the whole title its their longest one) and XO. i love the transition, but both of those songs are absolutely wonderful as standalones.

infinity on high is where things start ramping up in terms of songs i like off of it. ignoring the popular ones because i also like those, and golden that i already talked about. I'm Like a Lawyer is such a nice sounding song I like it a lot. The lyrics are really good (as usual, i will gush about fob lyrics), and the music is very upbeat and fun, the contrast between the lyrics and the music should be stark but they go well together. The (After) Life of the Party is another absolutely gorgeous song holy shiiiit. i love that song so much it sounds gorgeous. fun to belt, fun to listen to, 10/10. Bang the Doldrums is one of the songs i listen to most frequently, and like a lot of fob songs, especially on IOH and FAD, it has a little section right before the ending chorus that has lyrics thatll kill you. Fame>Infamy is such a fun song to listen to, but i have to say the switch from minor to major in the middle blows me away every time. its so gorgeous. Crashing is fantastic but the subject matter is so heavy i have to be like. prepared to listen to it. love it to bits.

Folie a Deux is hard because thats. like my first or second favorite album. but this album FUCKS HARD. a lot of the songs on here have orchestral parts to it that makes them absolutely gorgeous. The first song, Disloyal Order of Water Buffalo, is gorgeous, big, loud, and dramatic and i love it. Headfirst Slide is also great and i love it and i wish i had his range holy cow. (Shipped) Gold Standard is great and i love trying to sing that little genre change at the part before the last chorus its so fun. [Coffee's for Closers] is. wowie wow wow. This song is why i think people who didnt like folie were just upset that it didnt sound like their perfect little emo songs because holy shit this song slaps. This song perfectly combines fall out boys version of emo with orchestral music. its honestly a fucking tragedy more people dont listen to it. What a Catch is so great, i just cant listen to it all the time because its so sad. which is understandable given the songs context. however, it does make for a funny little "hey is that [insert another famous musician that hangs with fall out boy a lot]" moment. W.A.M.S. is one of my all time faves and is one of the reasons Im learning bass guitar! still cant play that! fuck you pete your bass lines fuck severely but are so complicated for me to play! I also love West Coast Smoker. high energy belt/scream song. also not on the album proper but on the delux edition, love me Pavlove!

Save Rock and Roll has so many bangers, but did you know theres a music video for every song on this album and all the music videos tell a story? its really cool. again, skipping the popular ones. Alone Together is such a pretty song. that song sounds so good. Where Did the Party Go is so fun. I love their fun songs theyre fun to dance around to. Now, if I had to choose ONE FOB song as my all time fave? Miss Missing You. Holy fucking shit that songs so fucking good. The lyrics in that song are just one punch after the other and its so. AAAA. Save Rock And Roll (thr song) is also fantastic. Elton John hello sir. ABAP has a couple good songs. I recently used Irresistable for an OC piece i did. Jet Pack Blues is also a pretty sounding song and is nice to listen to for more of a chiller vibe than some of their other music. Favorite Record my beloved I love that song its so nice and upbeat and love filled.

Mania my beloved. My good time boy. My rotten soldier. genuinely dont think theres a song on this album I don't like. Stay frosty will always be there for me when I feel like throwing hands. that song slaps. hold me tight is a funky little jam. fun song. Expensive mistakes? my song. i love that song. pete was after my own heart making that song. Church is such a fuckin devotion song. Church and Last of the Real Ones are songs that feel like you sing them to someone youd give your life for. i also use those on charcter playlists. Heavens Gate is my FAVORITE love song. of all time. Sunshine Riptide is such a good song and is so fun to listen to.

not on any of their main studio albums, but City in a Garden is so good. so lovely so full of emotion.

#olitalks #im so sorry fall out boy is my favorite band #i tried so hard to not talk about every single song on the albums #i tried to only talk about the songs i listen to regularly #and songs that i really like and would listen to more if not for the subject matter

[britneyshakespeare]

i listened to the fall out boy version of we didn’t start the first (listing 1989-2023 world events) and can i just say. first of all the original song is silly and not that deep in its commentary but at least it was like an original idea. there’s a reason your 11th grade history teacher played it in your class in the cold war unit, right? it sets a scene and a mood without even having to do anything but listing a bunch of pop culture and political iconography. but there’s also like, a sequence of events. fob’s really just throws events and names of things together sloppily in no particular order other than if they kinda rhyme. it has a lot less impact when thinking about the recent historical or present moment bc it’s just like “thing you remember, other thing you remember, other thing you remember” but from one object to the next they have no particular connection to each other in space or time. it’s poorly associated. 

#i'm not a huge fan of the original but i do like billy joel as a songwriter... though we didn't start the fire is not his best #it's fine. it's got a point but not a very deep one. #it's more just like an *interesting* song to *think* about and feel #that's kinda why remaking it is also weird in the first place? make your own song about recent history #bc there's actually SO LITTLE said in the original we didn't start the fire. the only commentary is in the chorus and it's not that deep #i'm not mad that it exists but it's kinda like. why #idk this is some shit pete wentz would find deep and powerful that's all i can say #text post #sorry fob fans if you find this text post bc i'm not censoring the band's name. we used to have a tumblr tagging system #that was great where i could simply not tag the name of your favorite band and you wouldn't find it in a search but now tumblr's broken #im not here to start drama ive actually liked a lot of fall out boy's music in my life i'm just not impressed by their new stuff #but by the looks of it neither are a lot of you so. idk i come in peace. #leave me alone don't send me hate #(idk if tumblr fob fans would do that but ive had twitter fob fans come at me for saying slightly critical things) #(that's why i dont use twitter anymore among several other great reasons)

[meangirls-imagines]

hi! can i ask for more descriptions of the R in the poly!plasticsverse (i love the character descriptions btw, im just eager) like how tall are they and what music they listen to.

(also hi! is this the appropriate place to send my dumb little thoughts about them? because i know your requests are closed and i don’t wanna like overstep in any way. im also the person who submitted R getting up in the middle of the night to sleep [IT WAS SO GOOD AND SWEET AND CUTE, i love it so much] but i did not expect to get something written, and i felt bad because i didn’t know if that meant i made you feel like it was a request. if it did come off as a request, i am so sorry, i meant to be a gay little shit telling you how much it took over my brain to read poly!plastics)

HI YES OF COURSE YOU CAN SEND IN YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THE POLY!PLASTICSVERSE! PLEASE DO!

Y/N is what @yungpoetfics calls "polyjamorous".

She vibes to female rappers with Regina.

She dances to vintage music with Gretchen. (Her and Gretchen have slow danced to Elvis in the kitchen late at night.)

She tries to listen to Kpop with Karen but can't get into it. (She doesn't tell Karen that so she doesn't hurt her feelings.)

She goes all "Thug Life" with Shane. (They showed up to school one day dressed like 2005 John Cena while blasting Tupac. Regina burned those clothes after Y/N wore them.)

She introduced Shane to emo rap. He became obsessed with Lil Peep in two days. (He tried to get face tats but Y/N shut that shit down quickly."

"Lil Peep looks good with them because he's handsome, you would look like you just got out of jail. Do you know what they do to pretty boys like you in jail? They make them bottom bitches." "Maybe I should go to jail." "NO!"

Her and Aaron listen to all kinds of things (but when they are alone, they blast One Direction).

Her and Janis have a similar taste, so they vibe with each others music.

Damian tries to get her to listen to R&B and she likes it.....kind of.

Y/N is a pop punk/emo at heart.

Y/N and Regina will jam to Paramore and Evanescence but Y/N's favorite band is Simple Plan.

Y/N went to a Simple Plan concert when she was a kid and it was the greatest moment of her life.

They got a picture of them meeting Simple Plan and it's their greatest possession.

She listens to classical music with Cady when she tutors Y/N. When they hang out on what they call "mother and son time", they listen to country. (Conway Twitty, Garth Brooks, Reba, etc.)

Regina and Y/N recreated the "Still Into You" video (Regina singing, Y/N playing guitar. Ballons, bicycles indoors, the whole thing) and posted it to their IG on Valentines Day.

It's their song.

Emo band hcs:

Y/N: Simple Plan

Regina: Paramore

Karen: Panic! At the Disco

Gretchen: Dashboard Confessional

Cady: Secondhand Serenade

Aaron: Fall Out Boy

Shane: Green Day

Janis: Avril Lavigne

Damian: is confused

Now, let's talk about about our favorite stoner.

Y/N is 5'6", she's just shorter than Regina.

She's got a scar on her nose from when she was a kid and she was jumping on her parent's bed and tripped over her dad's foot and busted her face. (I'm totally not projecting). And a birthmark on her stomach that is lighter than the rest of her skin (so it looks like a scar). When they get intimate, its her girlfriends favorite spot to kiss.

(She also wrote a song called My Girl for the plastics and plays it when one or all of them are sad.)

#mean girls imagines #regina george imagine #regina george x reader #karen shetty x reader #gretchen wieners x reader #cady heron #damian hubbard #aaron samuels #janis imi'ike #shane oman #poly!plasticsverse

[austinsmutler]

i think this is the request box??? SORRY UGH))) hi!! first time requesting! Could you do a BDE(or Austin)! Elvis x reader (could use she/her pronouns). Reader is timid and socially awkward. During one of Elvis’ shows, the staff at the venue are being really rude to her while she’s trying to get to his dressing room and saying like “just because you’re sleeping with him doesn’t give you any authority to come back here.” Elvis hears about this and confronts them after the show telling them that if they ever talk to his pretty girl like that again that he would do more than just fire them (FIRST TIME REQUESTING IM SORRY THIS IS A REALLY AWKWARD REQUEST)))

Oooh Anon. You’ve single-handedly pulled me out of my writing block with this request. If I could hug you, I would, but instead enjoy Austin!Elvis wanting to burn the world down to protect reader. I hope it's worth the wait.

Keep sending requests for Austin!Elvis, guys! These are so fun!

It's Only Love - Austin!Elvis x Reader - 2,000 words

What you’ll like: Protective Elvis, BDE Elvis, hurt/comfort, pet names ('baby' and 'pretty girl'), Elvis stands up to Colonel

Warnings: Period-typical misogyny, mild violence (nothing major or graphic but there is some grabbing)

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Please tell me everything you want!)

“Well I’m leaving town baby, I’m leaving town for sure, then you won’t be bothered with me hanging round your door- but that’s alright…” Your boyfriend drawled into the microphone, leaning in with a sultry sway of his hips that had the crowd sighing. 

Elvis’ eyes found yours as he sang, “But that’s alright, that’s alright now mama, any way you do… Woo-hoo!” He howled as the song, and the show, finished. 

The girls around you went wild, showering the stage in everything from red roses to their bras. It was always a strange sight, especially when one bra fell over Elvis’ head and he turned to throw it at Bill, the bass player, with a laugh.

You’d been there every step of the way on the tour, from Memphis to Lousianna and all the way to North Carolina. No matter where Elvis went, there was a crowd of girls screaming his name and throwing their garments at his feet. 

But you weren’t one of them. Elvis’ eyes always picked you out in the crowd and held you, performing your favorites as a secret serenade in every show.

You’d known Elvis since you were children, growing up together on the outskirts of Tupelo, sneaking into Black Pentecostal churches together, and- slowly as growing up- falling in love. 

Your parents hardly had to be persuaded to let you follow him across the country, because you had practically been married since the first time Elvis had grabbed your hand and led you inside the tent as they sang Up Above My Head. Elvis didn’t just teach you the words, he’d burned them into your soul, never letting go of your hand once as you both sang,

“I wanna soothe my heart, I wanna ease my mind, I wanna move my shoes and see what I can find…”

Elvis had found music, but you’d found him. 

** **

Usually Elvis would sneak out from backstage and meet you after the show, but with bigger crowds and Elvis more recognizable than ever, you’d agreed it was best for you to simply come backstage from now on. Everyone who worked with Elvis knew you- even the band members affectionately called you Mrs Presley. 

Which made it surprising when the bouncers- rare members of the team who weren’t Elvis’ direct friends or family -cut you off. 

“Backstage is for band members only.”

“What? Tommy, come on.” You put your hands on your hips, frowning up at the tall man. “You know me.”

“Sorry ma’am, Colonel’s orders.”

“Excuse me?” You caught eyes with Bill, passing behind Tommy. “Hey, Bill!”

“Hey, that's ol’ Mrs Presley!” Bill greeted you with a smile. “C’mon boys, let her through.”

“Backstage is for band members only.” The other bouncer, Tex, repeated. “Sorry Bill.”

You looked at Bill for help, but he was frowning at the other men. “Well, I’m a band member, and she’s with us. Let her through.” 

“Can’t. Colonel’s say-so.” Tommy said expressionlessly. “Real sorry, Bill.”

“You’re gonna be.” Bill looked at you. “Wait here, it’s gonna be alright.”

The second Bill was out of earshot, the bouncers focused their attention on you. It was the first time all tour you’d felt… afraid. It was a hot July night and you’d left your cardigan at home. Suddenly your shoulders felt too bare as they looked you up and down, disgust slowly filtering onto their faces. 

“Just because you’re fucking the boss doesn’t mean you can come back here.” Tommy growled, while Tex stepped forward to shove you further back. 

“He'll be done with you soon enough. Girls like you get boring after a while.” 

You bit your lip, fighting back tears, but you instinctively pushed back against the larger man. Tex’s face twisted in rage as he grabbed your arms with bruising strength. 

“Don’t think you can get away with that, just because you’re sleeping with Presley.”

He shoved you back so hard you hit the wall. You cried out in shock and pain as your head hit the wall and the world turned blurry.

“What the fuck is going on here?” A low voice growled from behind the bouncers. Elvis, still in his pink and black stage suit.

Bill was with him, but when he saw the scene, he took a step back from the singer as if he’d explode. If it were possible, Elvis would be ticking like a bomb ready to blow. 

“Elvis-” Tommy started, but Elvis silenced him with one hand. His dark blue eyes fixed on Tex, who was still in front of you, so uncomfortably close you could smell the sweat under his suit. It made you nauseous. 

You were still dazed from your head hitting the wall, unable to speak as Elvis stalked forward. For every step forward Elvis took, Tex took a step back. 

“I’m gonna give you one chance to explain what you were doing, touching my girl like that.” Elvis snarled. “And that’s one more chance than you deserve, so be quick.”

“W-well, boss-” Tex suddenly didn’t seem so big, hands at his sides, staring at his shoes. He looked more like a child being scolded. “We didn’t mean to-”

“Then what did you mean to do?” Elvis snapped. He was between you and Tex now, hand grasping yours with a reassuring squeeze. "Cause it looked to me like you were throwing my girl around like a rag doll, which she ain't." 

“Listen, we-” Tommy stepped forward, but Elvis interrupted. 

“No, you both listen. You’re fired. If I see either of you near my show or my pretty girl again, I’ll do more than just fire you. Got it?”

He didn’t wait for their response, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you backstage to his dressing room. The pain didn’t fully set in until he sat you in his chair. You winced.

Elvis felt at the lump on the back of your head. No skin was broken, but it still throbbed. Colorful bruises were already beginning to form on your arms where Tex had all-but thrown you backwards.

“Oh, no. No, no, no." Elvis murmured when he saw the marks. He was on his knees, looking up at you with a pained expression. “I’m so sorry, baby.” 

He kissed every bruise on your skin so softly you barely felt the heat of his lips. All the while he murmured comforting words, 

“I ain’t ever gonna let this happen to you again. Never gonna let anything like this happen again. I promise.”

You were silent, replaying Tommy and Tex's words over in your head. They had no idea what they were talking about, but the words still left you with a lingering nausea, far worse than any of the bruising on your body.

“How’s my girl doing?”

“I’m okay.” Your voice was meek, even to your own ears. 

"Hey, pretty girl," Elvis frowned, cupping your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You can tell me.”

And you did. As the tears finally spilled over your eyes, you told Elvis the worst of what the bouncers said. Tension flooded into his shoulders as you repeated their words.

Just because you’re fucking the boss doesn’t mean you can come back here.

“Those sons of-” Elvis caught himself, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, baby. They ain’t ever gonna work again, I'll make sure of it.” 

He kissed the back of one hand, then the other. Elvis’ eyeliner was messy after a night of performing, sweat still glazing his skin. He looked… tired. You’d never seen Elvis tired before, and the sight scared you more than anything. For the first time in twenty years of knowing him, he looked less than invincible. 

You wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaning down to kiss him. 

“I’ll be fine, really.” You smiled weakly. “You didn’t have to fire them.”

“If I ever had to see ‘em again I’d do worse than that, baby.” He pulled you in close to kiss your forehead, then your lips. “I’m gonna talk to the Colonel. Make sure he files a police report and hires real security for our next show.” 

You bit your lip, remembering their words. Colonel’s orders. “Elvis…”

Your lip wobbled. Elvis trusted nobody in the world more than the Colonel, aside from his mother. Would he believe you? 

Warm hands rubbed up and down your shoulders. “Hey, I’m right here.”

“The Colonel made them do it, they said he said not to let me through.” You blurted out, clamping a hand over your mouth, tears rising to your eyes again. Elvis’ hands froze on your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

Elvis stood up. Through your tears, you could see the fire in his eyes. You thought he was angry before? Well, he was furious now. Hands bunched to fists at his sides, he didn't move for a long moment, just stared. Then he left the room without a word. 

It was common knowledge you didn’t get along with the Colonel. Elvis considered him a godsend, the man who launched his entire career. You considered him a toad, especially after one conversation you’d overheard in Graceland:

“If the fans know about her, they won’t follow you.”

Elvis thought you’d gone up to bed, but you had lingered to grab a glass of water… and listen to the men talking business. The thought had never crossed your mind before that you were part of that business. 

“Little girlfriends, they don’t last. But your music? My dear boy, that is immortal- if you play your cards right.”

Elvis laughed, and your blood froze. Then the laughter stopped abruptly. 

“You’re serious? What’re you talking about, Colonel?” Your boyfriend’s voice was light and playful, but there was an edge to it. Something underneath you’d never heard before. “I sing from the heart, and she is my heart. Without her, there’s no music.”

“My boy-”

“Understand me?”

“But-”

“Do you understand me?” The playfulness dropped from his voice. Elvis was easily persuaded to go along with just about anything the Colonel dreamed up (“His plans got us this far, haven’t they?”) but from that night one thing was clear: your relationship was not up for negotiation. 

Until tonight.

You stayed there for a while, emptiness settling in your stomach. Elvis didn’t believe you. Why would he? The Colonel had got him this far. Got him a tour in all fifty states. Made him enough money to buy Graceland and as many Cadillacs as he could imagine. You were just a girl from Tupelo, he could find another.

Still, you waited, hoped he’d come back. You could apologize, say you must’ve misunderstood, say anything to get him back. A difficult life with Elvis and the Colonel was better than an empty life without the man you loved. 

Minutes turned to a full hour, so you left, dragging your feet towards the exit, hoping your motel room would still be available to you. Elvis wouldn’t leave you in the middle of America, miles from home with no way back, would he?

Distant shouting caught your attention. You recognized Elvis’ voice immediately and followed down the corridor to a slightly-open door that simply said ‘Colonel’.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Elvis shouted so loud it made you jump, even as you paused outside the door to listen. “Who’re you gonna ban next, my mama?”

“Your mother is not the problem, my boy-” The Colonel sounded flustered, barely himself.

“And neither is she!” Elvis snarled, slamming something down inside the room. “Goddammit. I’ve told you before, I sing from the heart. You want to stop that?"

Silence. Had the Colonel ever been lost for words before?

Elvis continued, "Fine, we can break all our promises. How about this? I don’t see her backstage before and after every performance, I don’t sing. Or-" Elvis snapped his fingers, "Better idea, we go public. Let's see how many fans actually follow me for my music. I don't care about the rest of it."

“Elvis-”

“Those are your options. I’ll give you one more chance, but that’s it. And if I ever, ever find out you pulled this horseshit again, you're done."

The Colonel was silent for a while, but perhaps he muttered something quietly, or simply nodded, because the next thing you knew, Elvis was coming out of the room, fists still clenched and face flushed with anger. 

All of that melted away when he saw you. 

“Baby,” He murmured, taking your hand in his. “What’re you doing out here?”

"I- I thought-" Your body shook, and Elvis took the black jacket from his shoulders to drape it across yours. He led you away from the Colonel's door, back to the privacy of his dressing room. 

"You don't have to throw your life away because of me." You finally said.

Elvis smiled, wiping the tears from your cheeks with both hands. "Sweet girl." 

Without warning he picked you up and sat back in his chair, holding you on his lap while he peppered your face with kisses.

"A life without you? That's not one I want to be living." He pressed your foreheads together and let out a sigh. "But this right here, you and me? That's what's right. And I will protect that- protect you, Always."

#elvis x reader #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #elvis imagine #austin!elvis imagine #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #hurt/comfort #Protective elvis #elvis fanfic

[thxnks4themrms]

I just realized I never properly made an intro for myself so under the cut is where you can find it :)

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Hi! Since I can't come up with a nickname for myself right now you can kinda just call me Vampy because I can't really think of anything else rn. Anyways, to make things easier I'll just write most of the basic stuff in bullet points :)

I’m Cambodian (Asian)

I use she/her and they/them pronouns

My favorite colors are pink and black

I’m an INFJ

I’m a Sagittarius

I love music - metal and rock to be specific

I like reading

I love horror movies

I enjoy things like taxidermy and bones

I’m bi and polyamorous

I’m Buddhist

I’m 13 which makes me a silly minor 😋😋

I literally have the best lovers ever <33

I love you Mikey Way

Bands / Artist I listen To The Most <3

My Chemical Romance - and their side projects

Fall Out Boy

Paramore

Pre-split Panic! At The Disco

Arctic Monkeys

The Last Shadow Puppets

Mitski

Lana Del Rey

Melanie Martinez

Korn

Slipknot

Limp Bizkit

Blink - 182

Dazey And The Scouts

Weezer

Pierce The Veil

Radiohead

The Smashing Pumpkins

The Smiths

The Cure

Këkht Aräkh

The Neighborhood

TV Girl

Waterparks

Mötley Crüe

Queen

Nirvana

The Offsprings

6arelyhuman

Okay so now that I’ve said a little about myself I plan on doing more stuff to this blog but that’ll be coming in 2024 :p but other than that here’s my dni list and when more stuff comes it’ll be here :D

Thin Ice <\3 (PLEASE DONT BE MAD IM SORRY)

Swifties

Harry Styles fans

Billie Eilish fans

Wet leg fans

DNI <\3

Homophobes

Racist

Transphobes

Ppl who fetishize homosexuality

Ppl who fetishize Asians

Rcta

Rude ppl in general

Ppl who force their religion on others

Ppl who have stuff to say about politics (this is mainly a music blog :’) plz don’t bring heavy/sensitive topics into this)

Animal haters

MANIA AND DANGER DAYS HATERS

2019 GERARD HATERS

LANA AFTER HER CHANGES HATERS

RAY TORO HATERS

People who listen / support nsbm

WAYCEST/PROSHIPPERS GET THE FUCK OUT YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED

People of any age can’t interact with me I don’t mind at all :))

WARNINGS

This blog will contain things that some people may find disturbing or uncomfortable. Things under this could include:

Blood/gore

Images of cemeteries/graveyards

Eerie/dark images in general

I do post a lot of shit sometimes that mention things about sex, substances, and a lot of other things I DONT recommend / encourage minors use - when I say stuff that mentions stuff like that im joking pls don’t take it seriously 😭😭😭

If you don’t like these things please don’t get upset! I’ll try my best to add tw for the things listed above. If you spot anything on my blog that you think might need a tw then feel free to dm me or put it in my inbox :)

Just so you know

This blog isn’t my main blog this is actually my side blog - my main is @tousyposay so don’t be kinda weirded out by that :p

My additional side blogs include:

@blxxdbxgs - a place where i simp over nurse Gerard

@urmyfavexplosion - my blog where i choose one album and post that for an entire month or some shit like that

Man I can’t think of any other of my blogs ☠️☠️☠️ I’ll add them when I remember

Sorry if I upset any of you guys I really hope I didn’t mean to :(

Anyways that’s all I have to say for rn but thanks so much! I’ll be adding more to this as the days go on but for now thanks :)

Have a good day/night I love you guys so much! <3

-Vampy

[hauntedparadisebandana]

141 x drummer!femreader

Summary: fanboy soap drags the group to a downtown bar to see his favorite band member play live.

Pt 1/2

Warnings: swearing, implied scent kink??, Mentions of drinking, Y/H means your height

[The pov's switch in this story]

*7:00 pm, downtown bar*

The bell rings as the group enters, doors shutting behind them, they stand there, taking in their surroundings. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, the lights above are dim, giving the atmosphere a chill vibe. The group takes a seat in a booth near the stage.

"Why are we here again?" Grumbles ghost, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. He was forced to come on the groups adventure downtown.

"We're here to see the band play. They're one of my favorites." Explains soap, being the ring leader of the trip, excitement coursing through his viens.

"Couldn't you just listen to their music back at base?" "But it wouldn't be the same, plus now I get to see 'em live." Ghost huffs at his response, leaning back into the seat. He always ended up on soaps trips, whether he wanted to or not.

"What's the band called? I may have heard of them before." Says gaz leaning in.

"The Deck, a total of five people, each named after a card. They mostly play rock/metal, and a few of 'em can sing. My favorite member is the drummer."

"Hm, never took you for the metal head type, soap." Quips price, coming to set down their drinks, then popping a seat by gaz.

"Well, ye learn something new every day, gaz what time is it?" "It's 7:20, are they playing soon?" "Yep, they play at 7:30 once every week at different bars in town, at the end the drummer gives away her pair of drum sticks she used to play that night, if im lucky she'll give them to me."

This gets a reaction out of everyone, ghost chuckles lightly while price and gaz lets out hearty laughs. At this soap's face flushes red, getting embarrassed, "What's so funny?"

"So the drummers a girl huh, sounds like you're a bit of a fan boy." "Am not!" "Are too! You even know what time they play each week! And that the drummer gives away her sticks, whats next, their favorite colors, foods?"

Soaps flushes more, face red as a tomato as he leans back and turns away, "You know what, gaz, I officially hate you." "So you do know all that! Admit it, you are a fan boy!" "You are such a dick! I only know because they said it in an interview!"

Price laughs at soap and Gaz's bantering, getting a little chuckle out of ghost as well.

"Don't worry soap, it's cute how much of a fan boy you are for the drummer," gaz leans in and starts to pinch soap's cheeks, cooing and babying him; earning him a swift punch to the arm.

"That's enough out of you two, they're coming."

"What? No joke?!" Soap whips his head around to look at the stage. No one's on. When he turns around, gaz is laughing into his hand, and price hides his smirk in his glass of whiskey.

"Captain! I thought we were cool, now yer teasing me too?"

"Sorry soap, couldn't resist, but they're coming on for real this time" as he points to the stage the members bring out equipment, setting up quickly as possible, when they finish and take their places. The singer up front, the guitarist to the right, drummer on the far right. On the other side is the bass and second guitarist to the far left. The group could see the appeal, she was hard to miss.

"Soap, if you don't stop staring so hard, your eyes might fall out of your head." gaz laughs again, placing a hand on soaps shoulder.

"Just look at 'er tattoos! They're awesome. "

You could see ghost perk up at 'tattoos' she has officially piqued his interest, but he didn't want to show it, so he just stared at her intricate ink. Her most visible tattoos are on her arms, one arm is a full sleeve, the other arm has scattered tattoos. There is one peeking above her neck line of her shirt, it goes down between her breasts. Ghost nodded slowly, taking in her appearance. She was special, different, the whole band was, and the group liked that. Slightly extroverted, and bold, ready to fuck shit up.

"Aint she a sight for sore eyes" price mumbles, taking a longer sip, the thoughts coming faster than he can drink. "Ghost I can tell you're thinking, You looking at her too?" Says price quietly, taking another sip of whiskey, it turns out ghost can't hide his emotions from everyone,

"She's different..." "That she is," Price chuckles,

"I told you guys, she's cool,"

Suddenly the main lights turn off, and the stage lights come on, illuminating the band. after the singer gives introductions they begin to play. It seems as if the group controlled the bar entirely, the music was bassy, compelling, loud; and the people seemed to like it, as most sung along screaming. The drums and guitar had a solo part, and soap almost melted, gaz just laughed at him. Soon, the song was over, the last echo of sound was heard and the bar erupted into yells, claping and whistling.

By the end of the songs, the group was tipsy, with soap and gaz almost on the edge of being drunk. The group sits there in awe for a moment. The experience was new. "I'll say, that wasn't half bad, I like their style." Price crosses his arms.

"Yeah, you picked good soap," Ghost nods to soap. "I knew you would come around ghost! They're good, right? The way they play is amazing!" "Uh oh, he's fanboying again." "I'll kick your arse."

*y/n pov*

I wipe the sweat off my forehead, taking a swig of water. Me and my band mates smile and wave taking in the praise, the excitement. "Now it's time for the fun part, y/n, pick the lucky winner for tonight's sticks."

I smirk and quickly look around, I spot a booth close to the stage. A total of four men sat there, all looking at me. They're all cuties at that. The one sporting a mohawk had a twinkle in his eyes; a true metal lover at heart, I assume. I nod to the leader, hopping off the stage quickly making my way to the booth. The guards follow close behind, ensuring my safety. As I got closer, their eyes got wide. I take the guy with a Mohawk hands, giving him my drum sticks, my glossy lips form a grin as he stares at me, like a child meeting santa for the first time.

"You're tonight's lucky one." I smile at him sweetly, nodding to the rest of his table mates. Up close, everyone is rather handsome, their eyes drilling into my face, focus y/n. I make my way back to the stage, putting up my equipment, getting ready to leave.

*pov, 141*

Soap sits there, jaw slack and eyes wide. Gaz busts out laughing for the third time this night, and price smirks. "I-I got 'er sticks, I really got 'er sticks!" He exclaimed

"You sure did soap,"

"I don't know if anyone noticed, but damn she smells good," adds gaz. "Her smell is strong, sweet." "It's intoxicating." Ghost mumbles, rubbing his temple, the bourbon was finally getting to him. Her smell is like a sweet musk, hard to rub off, hard to get rid of. He remembers the way her bracelets and bangles jingled, sweet music to his ears. Fuck. He could feel something straining.

"'er voice is sweet too.... and her smile, shes really cool." "Oooook fanboy soap has gotten delirious." "Am not!" "Are too! Stop denying it!" "Whatever!" Their words slur a bit. Maybe they were a bit drunk after all.

Price sighs, rubbing his head at the twos antics. "I'm grabbing another drink, care to join?"

"Yeah, I'll go, but just to move around. I've been sitting so long it feels like my ass is glued to the seat." Gaz complains, holding his head in his hands.

"Let's go." The entire group gets up to get drinks, soap gasps as he spots y/n. She took her shirt of some time ago, now only in a sports bra, showing off her rad back tattoo. She stands with her hands in her pocket. The second guitarist is also standing, leaning against the booth talking to her, laughing.

"You should've seen the way he was looking at you! It was like looking at a kid seeing gifts under the tree."

"I seen his expression, I thought he was gonna get emotional and start crying right there as I gave him the sticks!"

the guitarist smirks glancing past y/n, "speak of the devil, it's the kid on Christmas and his group."

"Oh hush spade, leave the man alone."

We get closer to hear y/n hush the guitarist, we sit at the bar near where they stand, away from her and the guy, too drunk and weary to make decisions. Plus, the band's guards were close by, best not to piss them off. The guitarist continues to look over at us

"You know you guys can stand by us right, join us, we don't bite....well, I do but y/n doesn't." He pulls y/n in by the shoulder, to which she punches him.

"Don't listen to this jackass, come, it's safe to sit over here." She waves us over, inviting us to join her, those same bracelets and bracelets making the same sweet noise.

*y/n pov*

Theres a bit of an akward silence for a moment, I tap my hands on my thighs. Its then broken as the guy to my right speaks up, his voice rough and deep, smooth around the edges. It sends a shudder through my body, the smell of cigar smoke and cologne fills my senses.

"These are my men, ghost, gaz, and soap, I'm price." Each one nods and greets me as price says their name. Spade always being a dick has to speak up,

"So the kid on Christmas is soap, hm," he takes a sip of his drink, I pinch him after he says this.

"ignore him, so, what brings you guys downtown tonight..." I say, taking spades cup and taking a sip of whatever he's drinking.

"Well, our buddy soap here wanted to come see you guys live." Gaz grabs soap by the shoulders, shaking him.

"See us live hm? You a big fan?" I grin, looking soap right in his eyes, questioning him.

"Well-" "He's a huge fan, he knows the times you play, where you play, he even watches the group interview-" "Yes, I'm a fan," he says, cheeks red. Hand slapped over gazs mouth to hush him.

I put down my glass, "Oh, well we love very dedicated fans, don't we spade." "Mhm, love em'"

I lean back, looking at the two. The big one to my left, ghost, speaks up.

"Your tattoos..."

"Hm, what about them?" I look up at him, fuck he's tall, about 5 inches taller than me, as I'm Y/H. He looks about 5'10-6'2, well built, pure muscle, and oh that accent... he could easily crush me-

"Where do you get them done..." those eyes

"I do most myself, others I get a friend to do. I run a tattoo shop in my spare time."

"You have talent, y/n" price speaks up, smiling at me.

"Oh you flatter me," I joke, placing a hand on my chest. "No really, you play in a band, run a tattoo shop along with doing your own tattoos? That's pure talent that deserves recognition."

"Why thank you price," I laugh, running a hand through my hair, getting it out my face.

He nods down at me, I look at him. I see something shift in his expression, it was dark, hungry, I don't question it one bit; getting that all to familiar feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I squeeze my thighs. His eyes are a deep shade of blue, all of theirs are blue, except for gaz, his are a pretty shade of rich brown

"You smell really good..." gaz perks up,

"Ah, that's my perfume, strawberry poundcake, got it as a gift."

"..." Gaz soon has the same aura price had, hungry, wanting. I catch onto this quickly. Feeling my stomach jump I avert my eyes, looking for a distraction. Maybe he's just drunk...

"Hey y/n we need to head out, ace is tired of waiting and hes starting to bitch about it." Thank fucking god

"Ace is tired of everything" I sigh turning back to the group. "I gotta run boys, but me and the group will be down here tomorrow around 7:00 for an off day, if you wanna join."

"Sure lass, we'll join ya" soap nods eagerly, getting the others to agree even in their drunken states.

"Ok that's great! See you soon." I turn on my heels to run after spade who had started leaving without me. Face flushed and the feeling still in the pit of my stomach. Still feeling their eyes drilling into my back, I slide out the bar doors.

#mwii #i accidentally posted this from my que #finished #kyle gaz garrick #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #cod imagine #cod x reader #cod mw2 #i should sleep

[montied]

3, 7, 8, 12, 13, 22, 27, 30, 34, 35, 37, 43, 48, 49, 53, 59, 63, 66

for the music ask game

sorry not sorry for the amount of questions lol

that is A Lot uh okay

3. Do you listen to more oldies or more current stuff?

honestly its probably mostly a fairly even mix, i like both old and more modern music

7. Would you wear a t-shirt of a band you're not into?

probably not? mostly because i'd rather have a shirt of a band i do like (PINKSHIFT i've wanted a pinkshift shirt for so long) and don't want to like. waste the shirt??? if that makes sense

8. Is there an artist or song that you like, despite being of a genre you don't usually like?

i don't think so?

12. Who’s the most obscure artist you listen to?

most obscure? uhhh at the moment most of what i'm listening to is pretty popular tbh but that honestly just depends on what i can find. for my answer i'll say blussh though (uh fun fact at the end of one of their songs they go "X-O X-O, Blussh" and that is why i tag my posts #xoxo.monty)

13. Who’s the most popular/mainstream artist you listen to?

fall out boy almost definitely

22. What’s your favorite song or album from the year you were born?

(i am sticking to my principle of Not Sharing My Age Online so i'm gonna go with an album that was released in any january instead )

transgender dysphoria blues <33

27. Do you enjoy making playlists? If so, are there any you’re proud of and would like to share?

oh i love making playlists i have one for each month and many other playlists too its very fun uhhh as for ones im especially proud of .... uh none that i can think of but you can have my july 2023 playlist though i like that one

30. Songs you love to sing along to:

basically anything by mcr or pinkshift or fob and a large portion of songs by against me!

34. Your favorite song in your native language (if it isn’t English) OR in your second language (if English is your first):

oh god im terrible for this. i mean i dont really have a second language but im learning french in school so i'll count that. anyway yes pretty much everything i listen to is in english but i'll be very basic and just say alors on danse

35. A song you like in a language you don’t speak:

aaaag fuck i cant think of anything. do i get a pass

37. If you could travel in time and go to a concert of an artist who’s no longer alive or a band that’s no longer together, who would you choose?

queen probably

43. Do you enjoy musicals? If so, what’s your favorite?

i've never seen one irl but heathers? maybe?

48. Who’s an artist you think it’s criminally underrated and deserves more recognition?

pinkshift is fairly popular already i think but. they should be More So

49. Is there a cover you like more than the original version?

oh heaps but uh probably the teenage joans' cover of call me maybe

53. Is there a song you hated the first time you listened to but then loved after listening to it more times?

no? i don't think so at least?

59. Do you listen to music when it's raining or do you stop to hear the sound of the rain?

depends how i'm feeling tbh.

63. Do you prefer live recordings or studio recordings?

studio recordings

thanks for the ask moon <33

#asks #moon!

[harryfeatgaga]

you wanna know what i’m thinkin’ about paige? harry’s probably pretty sore..🙁 i mean we know he works out a lot but this is tour 🙁 he’s workin’ extra hard 🙁 and as his wife it’s kinda your responsibility to make him feel better 😌 im thinkin’ a nice little bubble bath for your boy 😌 maybe a few rose petals and some soft music in the background to really spoil ‘im 😌 “what’s all this lovie? 🥺” his voice would be soft and he’d start rubbing his thumb over your ringed finger, something he does whenever he’s feeling a little emotional and you’re holding hands 😔🫶🏽. “just a little somethin’ for my rockstar.” he’d pull you to him and press a kiss to your lips “you’re so good t’me, too good for me baby.” he’d whisper in your mouth. his hand would drop yours and they’d both come up to your waist, raising your dress up to your hips before he lifts you up to the counter. “harry! you’re supposed to be relaxing..” “this is relaxing to me.” he’d pull away smirking and slip his hands up your sides, pulling your dress off completely “a nice bath with my favorite girl, nothing could be more relaxing than this.” you’d smile at him, dropping your hands to his pants button and undoing it “i was gonna go set up your other surprise but i can join you for a few minutes..” he’d hum and kiss your forehead “there’s more? you’re spoiling me pet.” “you deserve it, don’t want you to think that just because you’re working that you don’t deserve to relaxing. and that i’m always gonna be here to make sure you’re good.” “god i fucking love you.” he’d pull you into a deep kiss, not letting up until you nibble at his lip needing to breathe. after that you’d both make quick work of undressing and getting into the tub, you’d have your back pressed to his front, his lips on your neck while his hands are running all around your body “i love you so much baby, mean the world t’me.” he’d mumble against your skin “i love you too harry.. cmon, waters cold honey.” you’d have to push him away from your neck, not without a whine though, and standing holding your hand out for him. he grabs your towels and wraps yours around you using it to pull you to him to kiss you again and making you giggle and kiss him back. you’d both dry off and you tell him you’ll get his underwear for him. “h, let’s go to the room.” he pulls his boxers up and follows you into your shared room closely, slipping one hand into the band of your lingerie and the other coming up to cup your boob and thumb at your nipple. he’d chuckle a little when he sees what’s on the bed, lotion and a towel “are you giving me a massage baby?” “only if you want me too.” “oh i definitely want that, absolutely. yes ma’am.” you’d just laugh at him and get on the bed next to the towel and pat it “okay lay down please sir.” he’d lay down, face flat, and you’d start warming the lotion in your hands “okay, you just relaxing okay baby?” he’d hum and nod letting out a soft okay. you’d start on his shoulders, digging into the tension knots. he’d tense up for a second before relaxing and letting out a soft grunt “i know, i’m sorry baby.” “s’okay.. feels good.” you’d hum in response and slowly move your hands down his back, you’d use your palms to dig in when needed. he’d go from giving soft grunts to humming every now in then as you keep working his back over. eventually all you hear is soft breathing and you coo “h.. baby are you sleepin’?” “not yet.. keep goin’ please?” “of course baby.” you’d lean down and kiss at the base of his neck making him shudder and whine softly. you’d rub from his shoulders to his lower back a few times more before he hums “okay, im actually falling asleep now. better stop before you have to pick me up to sleep.” you’d giggle and get off his butt where you were straddling and he’d sit up groaning “fuck that felt so good, im givin you one tomorrow baby. thank you, for the bath and the massage and just everything. you’re the best wife i could ever ask for, i love you so much lovie.” he’d cup your cheek and pull you into a soft kiss, no tongue and he’d hum against you “cmon, wanna hold you.”

OH MY GODDDDKFJCHBUIJRDFNCBHUJDNFCBHBV WHAT THE FUCKJKKCKVJ NFKVNJKM

#harry concept

[inlovewithsidecharacters]

Talking to the moon

a request from dabiismainhoe :) i hope u like it 

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T. was on the couch of their shared apartment when it happened.

The boys were chilling out in the living room after a long day at the studio. They had been touring in T.’s hometown, and he’d taken them all out to his favorite places- The candy store, McDonalds, and the Petstore.

Their week was going amazing. Until T.’s phone rang.

At the ringtone, which was the same as all of the members ringtones- due to managements rules- , they all jerked and looked at their phones to see if it was them being called, but it appeared that T. was the lucky contestant, because his was buzzing at him.

He waved his phone around, “Its mine, bro’s.” to the bands quick “Okay”’s, he smiled and answered his phone.

“Hello, this is Maple Hospital. We've come to tell you about your parents. How are you?” His parents? Since when did the local hospital have anything to do with his parents?

"I’m doing fine," T. said, confused, "Sorry, uh, where are my parents exactly?"

“Take a breath before I tell you, alright?”

T. looked at his friends, who were watching TV next to him, before taking a breath. He did not like where this was going, but if his friends were okay, then he was too. That’s what matters. Right?


“What is it?”


The lady on the phone sighed before answering, "It appears that your parents were in a car accident. Hold on, and I’ll get another nurse to talk to you. Im busy right now.”

Still confused, and now very worried, T. obeyed her, yet was about to ask about his parents again, but the nurse quickly left the phone. He decided that he may as well put his phone on speaker, because Z. was elbowing Robaire, and Robaire was nudging Jesse, and-


"Hello, Aaron," The nurse on the other end said, informing him that she had come.


"Hey.. so, you were going to tell me about my parents..?"


There was some shuffling on the other end, "Mr. Torrez," she said clearly and quietly.

"Yes?" T. asked nervously with a fastening heart rate. If they don't tell him what’s wrong with his parents soon, he might just explode.

The boys had concerned eyes on him. Tae scuffled closer to him. "There is no way to say this, no easy way for me to say it, no easy way for you to hear it." The woman ventured on.


T. was now ahead of this woman’s words and was alarmed.

"Look, lady, tell me that they’re alright. Are they?"



The nurse took a breath in, and replied.

"No, they are not. Aaron, your parents were in a car accident. The taxi they were in slid into a mud pile and had to slow down, which caused a drunk driver to slam into it.” T. was biting his lip, while Z. swore, getting up from his seat and sitting next to T.

“The driver of the cab was unharmed. Your parents though, they weren't so lucky."


Tae gasped, Robaire gripped the leather if the couch, and Jesse was looking up at the ceiling, not even knowing how to feel in this situation.



"So are you telling me, that they aren't okay?" T. traced his palm, trying not to let tears fall from his eyes. Looking at his friends, they were terrified. Great. And so his friends weren't alright now. They shouldn’t have to worry.


The woman on the phone replied. "Aaron, your father, Mr. Torrez-" anticipation fired through T.’s eyes at the name. So it wasn't good news. "-was killed at the spot. Your mother is in very critical condition and the doctors say she doesn't have more than a few hours."



T. was speechless, these were his parents. His parents.. and his father was dead. He was dead. His mother had hours left to live. He was in the same town as them and they were dying, only minutes away from them.


"You don't need to do anything," she told him "But if you would like, your mother is here at the hospital."



T. looked at the car keys. Z. followed his gaze.



"Can I see my mom?" He asked.

The nurse was taken back by that and even stuttered a little.



"A-Are you sure? Mr. Torrez, she is in very critical condition."



"But she’s in this hospital?" He said, jumping off the couch.



"Yes."



"Then I can see her. She’s my mother for God's sake! I should be allowed to see her." T. ranted to her.


"Okay, okay. We’ll see you there." She told him and T. ran out the door, the boys trailing after.

*



They walked one floor down from the entrance, where Mrs. Torrez’ room was. In the waiting room, T. noticed everyone. All four of his grandparents, Mary, Jullietta, Mitch, and Leonard, had their heads in their hands. Robaire was standing beside T., trying to keep a grim face without any tears, but it wasn't working. He knew T.’s mom too well to stay professional. Tae and Jesse were sitting together talking quietly- about T., no doubt. T.’s aunt and uncle were off to another side resting their heads in their lovers shoulders. His old neighbor, and his dads friend, was sitting in a chair shaking his head and sobbing with his wife Vicky, patting him on his back and brushing away her own tears.

Besides the tears it was so silent, not many even noticed T. and Z. walk in the room, except for T.’s grandmother, Mary. She rushed over and hugged them. Z. opened his mouth,

"T. wants to go in and see Mrs. Torrez." He told her.


"Sweetheart, your mother is dying. She doesn't have much time," the elderly woman said, but got no answer. T. was uncharacteristically frowning and looking at his feet.

Glancing at T. first, Z. continued "But she's his mother. T. has to see his mother, and he wants to. You can’t take that away from him." 
 "The doctors say she can barely talk, wouldn't that be harder on the poor boy?" Mary asked.


"Maybe, but it's not our choice, and we don't have much time. I’ll take him in.” Z. finished, with one hand in his pocket, and the other massaging the head of the silent boy standing next to him.

"C'mon T., if you want to, we can go now," The athlete told him.

"Mmhmm,” T. muttered, faking a smile to Mary.

‘That bastard,’ Z. thought, ‘Always smiling to people when he's down.’ He noted to himself to have a chat with T. about that afterwards.


The two of them walked into the room where a woman that was barely recognizable as T.’s mom was lying. Her body was hooked up to needles, but her eyes were slightly open and she was staring at nothing, but it might have been like she was thinking of everything. She didn't even notice when the door to her room opened.



T. stepped closer to the fragile, barely living woman that was his mother. He looked back at Z., waving him away slightly.



T. nodded. "I want to be alone with her."



Z. gave him one last reassuring smile and backed out of the room.

Aaron T. stepped up to other side of the bed, which his mother was facing, and looked down at her face.



"Mom?" He asked softly.



Mrs. Torrez opened her eyes more. "Aaron, honey, is that you?"



"Yeah, mom. It's me. I know everything." T. said taking her hand, starting up fresh tears.

"Oh no no no, sweetie, please don't cry. Don't cry, sweetie. We don't have much time, I don't want you to cry," Mrs. Torrez said, tears in her own eyes.



"Okay, okay" T. said wiping away his tears with his free hand, "I wont cry if you don't want me to."



She nodded her head with as much strength as she could.



"Aaron, I doubt I even have an hour left, but would you listen to me?" The lady asked her son. "Of course," he said sitting down on the chair next to his mother's bed, not letting go of her warm hand.



Looking straight into her son’s eyes, Mrs. Torrez started talking.

"Aaron, the day you were born, it was the happiest day of my life. I know all mothers say that, but it's not cliché, it's the truth. A child is the best joy a person can get. I was blessed with one child, and one amazing child, at that. I could not have ever wished for my life to be any different, because then I wouldn't have you. For the past twenty years you have been the biggest reason that I smile every day. I couldn't love you more than anything, in no way. Your father, he can no longer say it, but he loved you so much. You were his little boy.” T. started to shake, tears dropping like petals from a cherry tree in fall.

“Maybe he was overprotective of you, I think I was too, but it's because we love you. Your father was an amazing person; I have never loved any man as much as I love him. We were an amazing family, and you are much the reason for that. I will be gone soon, and your father already is, but you will have a happy life. Your friends love you so much, and I love them too. I love you, T., my son… the best part of my life. Thank you for making the past twenty years of my life amazing. Thank you for being the best kid in the world. I love you so, so much."

T. was sobbing. So was his mom.

"I love you too, Mom. You and dad are the greatest parents. I couldn't wish for better. Thank you for everything." T. told his mother hugging her gently, and giving her a kiss.

They both sat their for a few minutes just staring at each other with the love that only a mother and a son could share. After a while the woman was gone. She died holding her son’s hand.

T. didn't cry new tears them moment his mother died, he was still thinking of the beautiful words she said to him, and how he would remember them always and forever.

*

When T. came out of the room, he was met by 5 people. He noted that they were all looking at him as if he were some sort of breakable object. When he walked over to them, they quickly clustered around him, roping him into a ginormous bear hug.

To that, he couldn't help it. He sunk into the embrace, letting himself sob into Robaire’s shoulder, therefore soaking his shirt with tears.

He noted Jesse’s hushed words of sweet little nothings. He noted the way that Tae clutched onto him as if he was a kitten in need of TLC. He noted how Robaire slightly leaned into the touch, and he smiled, noting that Z. had his eyes closed, clueing that he trusted the members enough to let his guard down.

Well, if Z. could do it, T. could.

“I really love you guys.” T. whispered, and was met by four people replying the same thing.

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#aaron t turning red #turning red 4town #turning red #4town

[butchviking]

haaaalllll i’m not your mom & won’t judge you for getting drunk but please stay safe!!! 💖 we know your favorite musicians but who do you think is the most overrated? other than like, taylor swift or someone really obvious

bless your heart girl but im a grown woman drinking a bottle of wine and a few schnapps in my own home on a thursday evening 😭 i think i will be fine

hey i do Not think taylor swift is overrated ! i dont personally care about her music one single drop and i wouldnt know 98% of taylor swift songs if they smacked me in the face but i LOVE her fans they are so so exactly like me as an mcr fan theyre so devoted and know so much lore and they are fucking insane (compliment) they really know how to live and love

who DO i think is overrated.. hmm 🤔 mostly these days im pretty chill about music i dont care for. but ok i think fall out boy are overrated as hell and yes that's SO based on personal biases and also fuck pete wentz but oh my god i just dont get it ive tried to get it i will Never get it and im no longer interested in Trying to get it. ABBA. sorry. and um he's not a band but i dont care about gabe saporta i do NOT care about gabe saporta i saw midtown live they were fine I DONT CARE ABOUT GABE SAPORTA I WOULD LOVE TO NEVER HEAR ABOUT GABE SAPORTA EVER AGAIN. SORRY!!!! oh also babymetal. theyre not even a real band theyre like. a dance group. thats fine if you like dance groups but. yeah. mad overrated.

#well aware everyone who hates on babymetal sounds like an old man yelling at clouds but i cant help it! overrated!!! #ask #anonymous #thank u 4 this its fun 2 b a hater :3

[levmada]

omg whats your fav fall out boy album(s)?? i'm excited for their new one esp cause mania was... not really my favorite....... but the singles they've dropped so far sound promising😙

sorry i had to ask after your last post talking about them cause i love them too lmao

NOOO AHHHHH IM SO GLAD U ASKED😈l

bro it is so hard to pick a fav out of their first 4 albums. however i love EVERYTHING off folie a deux. every single track. every lyric. especially west coast smoker… 27… disloyal order of water buffalo… 20$ nosebleed -

has to be folie a deux for all time fav album by them

from under the cork tree was a huge part of my adolescence too. FUCKING infinity on high with bang the doldrums and mmrs.

i was like. 13 when they came out with save rock and roll and it was rly good but still not nearly as idk. like with their early stuff before they went on hiatus, that shit was like lightning striking. it prob couldn’t ever be as good.

(also kinda unrelated but idk who to tell about this. mcr came out with danger days in 2011. one of the biggest rock bands right? and RIGHT AFTER that notice the multiple bands that came out with concept albums with the whole “defy authority” “post-apocalypse” type concept. black veil brides. crown the empire. ofc fall out boy. others i’m forgetting. but yeah)

and like i said, around the time american beauty american psycho came out i kindaaaa lost interest. it’s not bad for a band to change its sound - it’s natural - but i didn’t like the direction they were going in. wasn’t my thing and also mania sucked. i heard young and menace when it came out as a single and i was packing up the first 4 albums in a suitcase and leaving💀

HOWEVER that single i was sent was magical. im excited too!! . made even better by the fact brendon urie fucked off from shitting all over patd’s legacy. ugh fuck that guy but that’s an essay for another post -

#kane has mail #revealing my true emo self on my anime fucker blog

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

hey i would love to see what characters you pair me with. i haven't really been in the fandom or considered who i would work with best for awhile so i'm curious to see if it's changed since i was younger.

okay so my name is leo, im sixteen, im a junior in highschool. i identify as a gender-fluid gay guy (i like men and use he/him pronouns). i have golden-reddish (it's a strange color) hair down to my chest although i want to get it cut/get layers in it soon. i have green eyes. i wear glasses that are thick-rimmed and nerdy. i have naturally long eyelashes. i have a very square jaw and pale skin. i have random dark freckles on my arms here and there. im 5'6. my style is literally all over the place but usually im either in sweatpants and a sweatshirt (either a purple rhett and link one or a beige on with different colored pickles on it) or a graphic tee shirt, jeans, and a denim or leather jacket.

personality wise well i like to think of myself as a pretty creative person. i try to find meaning in the mundane in my life. im not religious although i do enjoy tarot and crystals. i have always had a problem with building myself around other people. ill get addicted to certain friends to fill a void in me that thinks people need to save me/fix me. this doesn't work because it leads me to be very codependent and when people leave me (which they can! it's natural. nothing lasts forever) it totally messes up my self esteem. so im trying to build that self love and develop better relationships with other people.

i like art and writing, fall out boy, the outsiders, good mythical morning. i like learning about LGBTQ history, especially the aids crisis. im currently reading a book on it right now called "and the band played on." my favorite foods is shells with cheese. i like good friends and people that i can connect with on a deeper level. i like when people i talk to have lives that don't revolve around me. i also enjoy surrealist sculpture. i really enjoy felix gonzalez-torres's work. i like all sorts of different types of music. lately ive been very into folk, 80s new wave, and 2000s pop punk/emo.

i dislike terfs and transphobes and homophobes and things like that. i absolutely loathe loud chewers. i have a mental disorder called misophonia and so the sounds of chewing trigger me and trigger my fight or flight. it's absolutely horrible. i hate stupid people. i don't like peanut butter. i hate when people make aids jokes. i hate not feeling included or hated. i care a lot about my image and i hate when it looks bad.

i like to make art and write poetry. i listen to a lot of music, even though i can't make any. for art, i like working with graphite pencil and colored pencil the most, but i work with all different things in class. im in advanced arts classes at school. i auditioned when i was in middle school and now im gonna take ap art next year. for poetry, i usually write in free verse about personal things. i have a livejournal i post on sometimes. i run a poetry/art magazine club at my school where people can share things they've made.

i think that covers pretty much everything! sorry for how insanely long this is. i hope that sums up myself pretty well. i try to be myself. just yourself be if weird is you.

i think i’d match you with dallas! i’m a firm believer that dally has a very soft side so i think he’d love to both our little braids in your hair and to draw on your arms. he would love if you drew him. i could imagine you sitting on dally’s bed in bucks place while he’s leaning out the window smoking a cigarette. then you’d start making little sketches of him. once he notices he’d start flexing his muscles and posing n stuff.

there you have it hope it’s alright!

#the outsiders matchup #the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #two-bit mathews

[angstics]

I have many thoughts about les mis live, and they are all beautiful and complex.

to get it out of the way, things that sucked: the face spotlights were RIDICULOUSLY distracting and ugly use wide spots. the context tidbits are so useless lmao everything is explained in the main songs. it kind of made eponine irritating because she would always appear in these ugly sounding tidbits just to yearn. The surprise is kind of the point. The video effects were kinda distracting BUT also really good which i will expand on later. The tempo was so off, at least to how im used to it. I really dislike how they elongated the notes (though it was impressive tbf). I dislike the weird pauses that were obviously not mistakes. I HATE the line changes. They removed my favorite part of paris look down when the ppl go “whens it gonna end somethings gotta happen now somethings gotta give itll come itll come” then the FANTASTIC fanfare. GOD. Watching it live, i felt act 1 was so rushed — i do think it had abnormally fast tempo… this one’s silly bc it depends on actor intuition but i wish they laughed at the points the characters laugh in the 2010 recording (theres like 3 points that just so perfectly punctuate the sadness). Noticeably awkward staging during rain will help flowers grow. I wish grantaire fell with enjolras SORRY.

Also i wish everyone who talked went to hell, everyone who coughed endlessly took some PILLS, everyone who went up and down the stairs pissed in their seat -_- the worst was when the idiots in front of me (WHO WERE TALKING THE WHOLE SHOOOOOW they were shushed by the usher Three times I need them to be tried for this) were whispering during To love another person is to see the face of god and i wanted to STRANGLE them

anyway, onto the good. And be sure it far outweighs the bad. Great casting, great singing, SUCH a good band, good lighting (spots otherwise). There were no obvious acting missteps that i hear in recordings which was a nice surprise

The set was SOOOOOOOO dynamic and fluid and lighting was used in a simple but CRAZY effective way to morph and splinter the setting. Augh. When the set pushed in during paris, i fell to my kneeeeessss (in my brain). The gate, the barricade, the houses were GORGEOUS

Lighting during the final battle. I wanted to die it was so good. I didnt know or forgot grantaire dies last. I remembered it was voluntary but not like that. Jesus god

There were a lot of surprises in staging acting etc that had me genuinely jump in my seat from shock and delight. I have never acted like that in a theatre, much less for a show ive seen and listened to a MILLION times. Some moments like this: enjolras falling over in the cart and being Dragged out, heart full of love starting so reluctantly (i was DELIGHTED by this it was a nice surprise laugh), the wigs (love), the staging during one day more (god when enjolras is dead center stage haloed by light).... there are so many other moments that had me shook i cant recall rn...

gavroche was so Present in the set, which you really miss in the audio. His little added dialogue bit was my favorite of those. His relationship w grantaire was particularly pronounced, which kinda shifted the source of grantaire’s sacrifice. Ofc there are many reasons he chose to die for the cause, but i hadnt thought one being grantaire seeing the police state for the robbing force it was. Hard yes, but evil. He didnt know it was *evil*. I think that realization was pushed by Gavroche’s killing and something so interesting in the discussion of how sheltered these kids were (or not). Rich boy’s game to play… what did enjloras know…

On the same line, i felt the “message” very strongly seeing it sung at me. Is there a world you long to see… i also felt the faith themes distinctly. Vaguely christian ending lol ill lead you to salvation, the only survivors being a couple. Wait the thenadiers are also a couple. Lol?

On that lot, they were fun and good lol. They changed one of his beggar at the feast lines and it was kind of silly. “this one’s a queer but what can you do” to “this one’s a queer, i might try it too” ????? I dont know if we want to wokeify this guy in particular

There was a part duringggg i think drink with me before grantaire’s verse where both he and enjolras are in the shadows on literal opposite sides of the stage (e is high right upstage, g is low left downstage) and grantaire is staring Right at enjolras. And enjolras turns to him through the first verse. I was watching this going crazy that they actually fanfictionified them i didnt think they would more than ive already seen. There is one movement in particular ive never seen and would have Definitely been in the compilations i watched (lol). This will have its own seperate joke post

Speaking of, watching it live made me realize how Present enjolras and grantaire’s relationship is. Besides the lovey dovey achilles-and-patroclus slash thing, i loooovveeeee their ideological conflict SOOOO much. It is so genuis. So i love that it was center stage when it isnt really in the lyrics (or 2012 film or other adaptations)

And they were both blond. Which was crazy

Javert at the end made me so crazy. Again, the staging — mourning Gavroche, seeing valjean carry marius — shifted how i thought of his suicide as well. I think maybe he had the same awakening as grantaire

Hey guys maybe the police state and prison complex is bad lmfao

The candlesticks at the end ❤️ (this is a bit of hater moment but i was watching the ramin 14 boot and the moment the bishop walks away from him at the end he does the same thing fredric march does where there is a pause and jean is kneeling infront of the bishop and he holds the bishop’s hands to his head in silence and. It is so vulnerable and meaningful and i adore it. And i wish theyd kept that staging)

I always found it weird that eponine is for some reason fantine’s right hand man in heaven. If we’re being haters i still dont like the caricatured costumes and behaviours of “the poor” and “whores” companies. AND they shouldve really tried harder on boy eponine. cut her hair at the very least and mirror her further w fantine -_- well that makes make me like heaven more

This also really made me think about how valjean saw javert as Just A Man, while javert saw himself as The Law. Which they literally say but seeing how they acted around each other cemented it. Javert was so very humanized by his sadness and anger and all that emotion Destroyed him because there is no compassion in the law lol. Maybe there is something wrong with our governments Lol

for a bit that kinda meanders and strays from the main action, they made "heart full of love" et al. really really wonderful. the staging was so great, like marius actually climbing the gate and throwing rocks at her window, cosette running to him, marius and eponine hiding along the gate in times i didnt think they were listing. the thenadier climbs the house set it's so fun

i love that eponine is consistently black. it adds. so much. and i will always judge a production if their eponine is white. this one had a great black actor play her -- her voice was nicely different from the recordings

i liked the video sets, especially when it emphasized character mvmt. sometimes it was bright and looked kind of bad, so the darker the better lol. there was a moment when we dip in the sewers where thenadier enters from upstage center from the darkness of the sewer in the backdrop and it was AWESOME.

OH MY GOD turning -> empty chairs. GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. turning is such an underrated song and they just so beautifully staged it. the all female cast who communicated such different perspectives on the massacre that was a nice change from a monolithic company. and the lights. when i saw theyd set them down, i knew what was coming. and then it came. God. empty chairs. so good. So good.

the choreo during the wedding was great

Enjolras had the red vest. W

god i feel im missing so much. hope i get another cheapo ticket. Eek. im so glad i get to see it at all. limit hit <3

#long post

[allylikethecat]

hello!!! i missed talk shop tuesday but im assuming i can still come to chat :)

How long have you been a 1975 fan and when did you decide to become a fic writer for the fandom?

most played 1975 song of all time?

if you could choose any artist for a musical collaboration who would you want?

and lastly, just for fun what is your hottest take just in general not necessarily about the fandom?

You are ALWAYS welcome to come chat!! My inbox is ALWAYS open and I get so ridiculously excited that people even want to chat with me so THANK YOU!

I've been a fan of The 1975 for too long at this point 😂 I discovered them during the self titled era via Tumblr / Chocolate being played on the radio my senior year of high school. I thought Matty was super hot 😂 I actually still have the promotional Twitter DMs that they sent out during the ILIWYS era saved on my account because looking at them makes me laugh - wow have we come so far! (I also distinctly remember watching them on SNL the first time and the TRSMT festival performance with my college roommate and her being like whoa he is not okay) HOWEVER, I didn't get involved in the fic writing side of the Fandom until last year. I had done some lurking on AO3 over the years, but never fully committed to it. Then BFIAFL came out and holy crap did that album just like totally consume me, it also lined up with my life totally falling apart and so I dove extra head long into anything to do with the boys as a little bit of an escape / distraction a good IRL friend of mine was the one who encouraged me to actually start writing my own fic and posting it / making a fic Tumblr and now here we are 😂

Probably The City - I'm not actually entirely sure because I've been listening to this band for so flipping long that I had to listen to A PHYSICAL CD IN MY FIRST CAR and also this was like prespotify for me and I had to BUY THE SONG ON iTUNES and listen to it that way. So we're talking about me trying to pull and compile data from multiple places. I do however know that was my first favorite The 1975 song and I did listen to it on repeat obsessively for a while there.

Not to be controversial but I would KILL for that scrapped Taylor / The 1975 collab - think their voices would really complement each other as would their writing styles and George's production. I don't really enjoy a lot of the Taylor stuff that's been happening lately because as a football fan I hate Travis Kelce, and I hate how her fans treated Matty last spring and I don't want him to have to go through that again but WOW I feel like a song between them would be incredible.

Hottest take in general? Hmmm I am a wealth of hot takes... honestly my instinct was to say that I fucking hate bean sprouts they are little strings of evil but I think that's just because I got dinner with some friends tonight and I forgot to say no beansprouts in my pad thai and was just like traumatized by the pile of them on top. They all laughed at me because my hatred of bean sprouts is very well known. I'm sorry that's a very lame hot take. OH ALSO NOT ALL FUCKING HORSES CAN BE BAREFOOT AND NOT ALL HORSES SHOULD BE BAREFOOT REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIAL MEDIA WARRIORS SAY. I FUCKING WISH POP COULD BE BAREFOOT IT WOULD SAVE ME SO MUCH MONEY BUT ALAS HE LIKES HAVING PIECES OF STEEL NAILED TO HIS FEET EVERY FIVE WEEKS.

Thank you so much for sending this in!! Getting to chat and ramble on was so exciting!! Thank you so much! I hope you had a wonderful day and that you have the best rest of your week!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #keep it kind #fanfiction #fanfic #questions #answers #talk shop tuesday #on a wednesday lol #i apologize if my hot takes aren't very hot #my mind literally went blank #i am passionate about the shoeing thing #i get so mad when people are like all horses should be barefoot #yeah well the ground where i live is so rocky and pop and i trail ride on the weekends #his feet would wear off into nothing if he didnt have shoes #he likes his shoes #i wish i didnt have to pay for them #but they make him happy and keep him sound so he gets them

[feral-bunnie]

can we hear abt your music taste pls?

i like a lot of music so this is a long winded and not easily answered question lol

my fav band is paramore (they’ve been my favorite band since i was 12!) i spent most of my teenage years listening to emo/alternative/pop punk/various degrees of hardcore music ect. i still listen to most of that genre,(had to stop listening to a lot of those bands bc there’s a lot of gross creeps in that scene tho) but i like a lot of sad girl indie music too lol i love soccer mommy a lot she’s one of my favs.

I also really loved my hometowns city’s local queer punk scene. i spent a various nights going to shows and even tho i no longer live there i still listen to many of those bands. my favorites being Muddle and Starjuice (pls check them out!! you can find them on any music platform!)

and just over all i listen to a lot of mcr, 100 gecs, death grips, jpegmafia, fall out boy, ashnikko, boygenius (and all of their respective solo careers), the wonder years, mitski, destroy boys, no doubt, and like so many other artists im not gonna remember lol here’s my spoofy tho if u wanna get a better scope https://open.spotify.com/user/1229656005?si=JONSwymyTeu5YX2nqU07vQ

sorry i talk so much

#asks #anon

[tvventydollarnosebleed]

for the album ask thing: so much (for) stardust!

this is from @partsoulmate-fullproblem btw!

Aaaah thank you so much!!! ❤️❤️

So Much (for) Stardust

The best song on the album: So Much for Stardust!!

My favorite song on the album: Fake Out or Kintsugi Kid!!!

My least favorite song on the album: Idk if I have a least favorite but I probably listen to I am my own muse the least (IM SO SORRY SHES STILL BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭)

The most overrated song on the album: none imo

Most underrated: FLU GAME!!!

The banger of all bangers: WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE BABY

Rate from 0-10: 100/10 it's a perfect album to me another masterpiece from American rock band Fall Out Boy ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much for this @partsoulmate-fullproblem this was actually so hard to do bc this album fucks.

#asks