#Built for Blame. Laced with Shame

[my-sibling-wears-a-muumuu]

Everyone will be glad to know that after about 2-3 years, 'Don't You Dare Forget the Sun' from Get Scared hits even worse then before! It hurts, i feel like i just got a shotgun shot to my head! FUCK

[deanwinchestersoftcore]

song of the day

get scared - don’t you dare forget the sun

the sixth track off of get scared’s 2012 fourth and final ep built for blame, laced with shame.

songwriters: Bradley Iverson / Daniel Juarez / Erik Ron / Joel Alexander Faviere / Johnny Braddock

lyrics:

You're a mess, tangled with your confidence

You think you haven't sinned

Well, you're unstoppable

Your walls are impassible, oh

I think you're better off looking alone

'Cause the boys that chase your hips can just go find their way home

And at the end of the day you think to yourself

"My body is a product being sold on a shelf"

Tell me I can change, tell me I can change

Well, I know you lay in bed

Contemplating your own death

Well, just look at what you've done

Don't you dare forget the sun, love

Don't forget

Cold, white walls keep you from your pad and pen

You just wanna stab again

I can't believe it's half this hard

You never knew your mind was dark, no

I think you're better off looking alone

'Cause the boys that chase your hips can just go find their way home

You can dig so deep for scars

You never knew your mind was dark

Come on and breathe with me, oh

Breathe with me, oh, oh, oh

Well, I know you lay in bed

Contemplating your own death

Well, just look at what you've done

Don't you dare forget the sun, love

You look down on me so casually

In everything I know

You look down on me but not right at me

Did I wreck this broken home?

Dear diary

Life is trying me

Can I get a sign?

Or a two of mind, a piece of mind?

Oh, can I get a sign? (A sign)

Can I get a sign? (I know)

Well, I know you lay in bed (in bed)

Contemplating your own death

Well, just look at what you've done

Don't you dare forget the sun, love

You look down on me so casually

In everything I know

You look down on me but not right at me

Is it plain to see that life is trying me?

Oh, life is trying me

Life is trying

Can I think of something?

Gotta think of something

[wooly-nooly]

🤝 built for blame laced with shame enjoyer

This one and best kind of mess 💪💪💪💪💪💪

[twistedappletree]

and at the end of the day, you think to yourself

‘my body is a product being sold on a shelf’

tell me i can change, tell me i can change.

[xvmgnhao]

Hey, I wanted to ask for a story about the 7th member of Katseye. She is two years older than Manon and Sophia and was the oldest member of Dream Academy. She is Latina (if possible, Brazilian). She was a trainee at Hybe when she was younger and then ended up dropping out because of her age and lack of opportunities and decided to go to college in L.A. I heard from a former staff member about Dream Academy and signed up. I wanted her to be best friends with Manon or Sophia and start to feel something for Daniela, but it would be weird because Daniela is straight, but one of the girls likes her and she doesn't realize it.

(sorry for my English, if there is any confusion, I personally blame the translator 🥲)

A/N: Hey!! Your English was great no worries!! This is an awesome request. I really loved writing it and working through it!

After Her

Not her laugh. Not her eyes. Not her voice.

It was how she looped the laces once, held them tight, double-knotted like she was preparing for battle. It was stupid. It meant nothing. But I noticed it one day and then I couldn’t un-notice anything else.

How she hummed to herself when she thought no one was listening.

How she danced like the music was part of her skin.

How she took care of everyone, including me, without even realizing it.

It hit me slow. Like fog rolling in.

And then suddenly I was drowning.

I tried to ignore it. I really did. Because she was straight. Because we were friends. Because I was older and should’ve known better. But the thing about feelings is they don’t give a damn about timing or logic or what makes sense.

They just come.

I kept quiet for months. Smiled through it. Said things like “you’re glowing today” and meant every word of it, even though it felt like setting myself on fire just to keep her warm.

And then one night I broke.

We were walking back from rehearsal, just the two of us. Everyone else had gone ahead, but she stayed behind with me because she said I looked tired. I didn’t. I just looked sad.

She nudged my arm, playful. “What’s got you in your head again, Isa?”

I stopped walking. So did she.

And before I could think, before I could lie, I just said it.

“I like you.”

Her eyes went wide, then soft.

“I’m sorry,” I added, fast. “I know you don’t feel the same. I just… I couldn’t keep pretending.”

She didn’t speak for a moment. Just looked at me with this ache in her eyes I’ll never forget.

“Isa… I care about you so much. But not like that. I’m straight. I’m sorry.”

She said it gently, like she was holding my heart in her hands and trying not to drop it, but it still hit the floor.

I nodded like it didn’t matter. “No, yeah. Totally. I just needed to say it.”

And I walked away before she could say anything else.

That night I cried in the shower. The kind of crying you can’t even breathe through.

The kind where your chest caves in and you don’t know if it’s grief or shame or just finally letting go of the thing you never really had.

For the next week, I barely spoke. I smiled in interviews, nailed choreography, sang my parts, but inside I felt hollow. Daniela tried to act normal, like nothing had changed, but it had. I could feel the distance growing like a wall between us, and I knew I’d built it myself.

That’s when Sophia started noticing.

She always had this quiet way of watching people. Not in a creepy way, just… she saw things. Little things.

One night I was sitting on the balcony outside the dorms, hoodie pulled over my head, pretending I was fine. She slid next to me, handed me a mug of warm tea, and said nothing for a long time.

Then softly, “You’re good at hiding pain. But I’m better at recognizing it.”

I didn’t reply.

She tilted her head, watching me. “Was it Daniela?”

I flinched. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it does.”

I shook my head. “She’s straight. She let me down easy. The rest is on me.”

Sophia stared at me for a second, like she wanted to say something but didn’t. Instead, she just scooted closer, our knees touching.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said quietly. “Loving someone isn’t wrong. Even if they can’t love you back.”

I looked at her then. Really looked at her. The softness in her eyes. The warmth in her voice. The way she never made me feel small.

And something shifted.

Not love. Not yet.

But something.

Over the next few weeks, she kept showing up. Sitting next to me during practice breaks. Staying behind after dance rehearsals just to stretch and talk. Letting me fall apart in pieces and never once acting like it was too much.

Then one night, she found me curled up on the couch, staring at my phone like it might make me feel less alone.

“You still miss her,” Sophia said softly.

I nodded. “I wish I didn’t.”

She sat beside me, knees folded, eyes locked on mine.

“You know what hurts the most?” I whispered. “It’s not that she said no. It’s that I don’t know how to turn it off. I don’t know how to stop wanting something I’ll never get.”

Sophia’s voice broke a little. “I wish you wanted me instead.”

My heart stuttered.

“Soph…”

She looked down, embarrassed. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No,” I said quickly. “No, it’s okay. I just… I didn’t know.”

Her laugh was soft and sad. “No one ever does. You and Daniela were so loud. Your pain filled every room. And I was just… there. Wanting you quietly.”

Tears prickled at my eyes again, fresh ones, different ones.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She looked back at me, and there was something in her gaze I didn’t expect. Not just sadness. Hope.

“You didn’t,” she said. “But if there’s ever a moment… even just one second… where you look at me the way you used to look at her—just let me know. I’ll be here.”

I didn’t kiss her.

But I leaned into her. Laid my head on her shoulder. And she held my hand like she wasn’t afraid of the broken pieces.

I think that’s the first time I realized I could be loved gently. That maybe healing didn’t have to be loud or dramatic. Maybe it could start like this.

Quiet.

Safe.

After her.

[tekkstarr]

Don't you dare Forget the Sun, love...

Just an artpiece of one of my OCS inspired by Get Scared's Album "Built for Blame, Laced with Shame"

[weallgetscared]

My personal rankings of the Get Scared albums (+ my favs from each)

(Ranked from least favourite to favourite)

I love them all so this was hard!

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#6- Built For Blame, Laced With Shame

My least favourite of the Get Scared albums is this one. Honestly, I really like this album, but there obviously has to be a last place. This album was made when Joel Faviere was the vocalist, rather than Nicholas Matthews. While Joel has a great voice, I personally prefer Nick (and I also might be biased against Joel due to... Circumstances). While it's a really good album, it doesn't feel much like Get Scared. My favourite song from this album is Cynical Skin.

#5- Best Kind Of Mess

It feels illegal putting this album so low down. I love this album and it's an absolute masterpiece. If someone wanted to get into the band, this is what I would reccomend first. It contains all of Get Scared's most iconic songs such as Sarcasm, Voodoo and Whore, making it a stand-out album for both the band and the fans. It's only so low because I just prefer the other albums. My favourite song from this album is Drown: it's my go-to for tough times.

#4- Cheap Tricks and Theatrics (+ B-Sides)

I'm a big fan of "raw" music, so I naturally love this album. It sounds so organic and real, and I especially love hearing the earlier versions of their more famous songs from Best Kind Of Mess like Voodoo (in this album, "If Only She Knew Voodoo Like I Do") and Sarcasm ("Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm"). I even prefer these versions to the Best Kind Of Mess ones. The B-sides are also really good and I love that early sound. My favourite song from this album is Not At All.

#3- Demons

This album marks the band's shift into a heavier, more metalcore-leaning sound. I love it. The sound of this album is incredible and it's lyrics are beautiful. Nick's vocals in this album, especially his growls in Relax, Relapse, really hit the spot for me. Its so hard picking a favourite from this album as they're all so incredible, but I'd have to go with Demons. It features one of my favourite lyrics of all time- "am I alive or just breathing?"

#2- Everyone's Out To Get Me

In second place is Everyone's Out To Get Me. I'm currently listening to this album as I do these rankings. I love the album cover, the vocals, the overall sound. It's such a beautiful album, and it all flows so nicely when you listen to it from start to finish. Something that really made me look at this album in a different light was when I first heard Nick explain what it was about- the backlash he faced after returning to the band. This album is so unique, while still having the iconic features of Get Scared. My favourite song from this album is Told Ya So.

🏆 #1- The Dead Days 🏆

First place goes to The Dead Days. This is my favourite Get Scared album, and probably one of my favourite albums of all time. The themes and the lyrics in this album are so honest, I can only describe it with a word used by the band themselves in The Dead Days Documentary: it's organic. It's the truthfulness of this album which attracts me to it. The instruments are amazing, especially the bass in Bad Things, which starts off the whole album in such an interesting way. As well as this, I could talk for LITERAL YEARS about the vocals in this album. Lloyd's vocal contributions created such a perfect contrast with Nick's voice, I'm so glad that he was encouraged to add his vocals. Nicholas' vocal skills have really improved as well, the evolution of his voice is really clear here, especially in Like It Or Not and The Dead Days- There's something about his voice in those songs (and the whole album) that you don't hear in previous albums, and I just love. My favourite song in this album is also my favourite Get Scared song overall- Give Up My Ghost. This song sounds amazing and the lyrics are honest and real (fun fact: this is also Nick's favourite song he's done!)

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Anyway, those are my rankings!! It probably sounds all over the place because I'm not a professional music critic, just an insanely committed fan who wanted to so share his opinions.

Favourite songs list below

[foxboidrew]

"Built for Blame, Laced with Shame"

Want some Eclipse angst? Want an awesome album to listen to? Take both!! The album is by Get Scared!

Sketch under the cut, because it actually looks good!

Built for Blame, Laced with Shame (Get Scared)

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[ghostedgrave]

i mmade a get scared wallpaper cuz i couldn't find any others besides a built for blame, laced with shame one

(i MIGHT make more, idk yet)

+ matching wallpapers for the lock/home screen wherever you decide to put each

[lumi-waxes-poetic]

House Beneath A Withered Star

By the tomb of Liberty, in midnight's mournful shroud, Where silence tolls like iron bells, both bitter, black, and loud, There stood a House—a grand façade—beneath a dying star, Its banner torn by wicked winds that whispered from afar.

Its gates were once of oaken pride, its spires kissed the sun, And though it bore a wounding past, its promise had begun— To rise above its grievous sins, to forge a brighter flame, To write, with blood and trembling hand, a nobler kind of name.

I loved that House, in younger days, though clouded it had been, For even rot within the beams could be excised and cleansed. I loved it not for what it was, but for what it might yet be— A bastion strong, where justice sang and bent not to the sea.

But twilight came not from abroad, nor from some foreign shore, It rose within, like poison gas beneath the cellar door. A serpent crowned in citrine hue, with mouth of filth and flame, Spoke honeyed lies, sowed fear and rage, and smiled without shame.

His tongue was forged of false reality, his soul a shrieking void, And those who drank his venom deep rejoiced at what they’d destroyed. They wore their hate like gilded chains, mistook their bile for grace, And built an altar to their spite, in Reason’s sacred place.

The gatekeepers, once stoic-eyed, now knelt in craven glee, They kissed the fang, they blessed the rot, they fed the gallows tree. And in the courts, black-robed and cold, the serpent placed his kin, Not blindfolded, but staring wide with hunger deep within.

These judges carved in permanence the blasphemies he wrought, Their hammers echoed through the land: Obey, forget, be taught. Their rulings, etched in acid script, bled freedoms into dust, While golden idols grinned above and mocked the people's trust.

No storm without could do such harm as hands from deep within— The House devoured its very soul and praised it as a win. And through its halls the laughter rang, unholy and obscene, For tyranny wore freedom’s mask, and lies were washed clean.

I walk now through that hallowed wreck, a pilgrim made profane, A patriot turned pariah, burned by loyalty and shame. My love, once fierce as battle hymns, is now a ghostly thing— A banshee bound to cursed ground, too hollow now to sing.

I sought a way beyond the gates, to lands of gentler laws, Where conscience still had sanctuary, and men recalled the cause. But none will take a branded soul, marked with a dying name, And I, too broken, bring no gift but sorrow, scorn, and blame.

The stars across the northern sky—how distant they appear! And Europe, old and weary-eyed, now gazes back in fear. For what was once a guiding light now flickers in the storm, And all who flee its ashen glow are judged by where they're born.

My body, frail, ailing of line, could never pass their gates, And though I knock with earnest hand, they leave me to my fate. They see not me, but what I bear: the sins of kin and land— A burden not so easily dropped nor swiftly turned to sand.

And so I dwell in exile still, within the House’s frame, My footsteps soft on broken glass, my whispers laced with blame. I watch as tyrants come and go, as zealots grin and gloat, And every hope I dared to keep now lodges in my throat.

If wiser hands should wrest the helm, and steer this ship once more, I wonder if the keel remains, or if we rot to core. Can trust be mended, flag unsoiled, once treason wears a crown? Or must the temple first collapse to build on solid ground?

O House beneath the withered star, thy windows black with smoke— Will time restore thy hollow bones, or was this all a joke? A jest divine, too cruel to laugh, too true to disbelieve— That love for thee would be my grave, and grief my last reprieve.

Thy clock strikes twelve with shuddered breath, the raven waits outside— And I, the fool, still pen these lines where liberty has died. Let others dance upon the bones and toast to fleeting grace— I’ll keep my vigil in the dark, and curse this haunted place.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Built for Blame

Problematic

Cynical Skin

Keep Myself Alive

Start to Fall

Don't You Dare Forget the Sun

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[bunnyhats4tea]

Bands that I listen too that I think Carl Grimes would listen too! Part 2!

🎸black veil brides🎸

-you cannot tell me he isn't a fan of them

- loves them so much!

- he probably had an older cousin who showed him bvb

- his favorite album is set the world on fire

- ( he wishes he could/j)

- wretched and divine is HIS song!!!

-like think about it "I am the innocent

I am what could have been" screams him!

- his favorite songs are : sweet blasphemy, knives and pens, perfect weapon, youth and whiskey, ritual,savior (the irony) I am bulletproof

-sang savior to Judith when she couldn't sleep

- every now and then she'll remembered the tune and very little lyrics of a song she doesn't know the name too. Little does she know her older brother who she barley remembers would sing it to her.

- found a black veil brides cd on a run a was so happy since he hasn't heard them since the apocalypse started.

🎸 Eyes set to kill 🎸

- discovered them on a run

- he was looking through a record shop when he thought the album cover to the world outside was cool

- now obviously he didn't want to judge a book by its cover but he thought he should check them out

- as soon as they started playing he fell in love with them!

- from then on he was a big fan of them

- Favorite album: The world outside

- Favorite songs: darling, heights, ticking bomb, violent kiss

🎸 Sleeping With Sirens 🎸

- did you really expect this boy to not be a fan of sws when he's ptv fan???

- he was bound to find them out

- one song he enjoys but is a bit suspicious about it

- dead walker Texas ranger...

- Like how did they know!????

- Anyways

- Favorite album: with ears to see and eyes to hear

- Favorite songs: Kick me, If I'm James Dean, then your Audrey Hepburn, tally it up, settle the score , postcards and Polaroids

🎸 Get Scared 🎸

- oh what's that? You don't think he would listen to them? WRONG!

- cmon like of course he does

- why wouldn't he???

- relates to keep myself alive (the irony...)

-I'm just saying this now every older sibling is into this band (saying this as an older sibling)

- Favorite albums: Built for blame, lace with shame, best kind of mess

- Let's face it he loves all of their albums equally like he cannot chose

- If your were to ask him what's his favorite album oooh boy he is sweating!

- Favorite songs: keep myself alive, don't you dare forget the sun, drown, scream, parade

🎸 Honorable mentions 🎸

- asking Alexandria, escape the fate, cute is what we aim for, evanescence, jack off jill, scary kids scaring kids. Ghost town, silverstein, Chiodos

Well that's all!! I'm just saying carl grimes is emo! Also these are just my personal headcanons!!

[creepypastaarcade]

If anyone has the get scared CD "built for blame laced with shame" I WILL GIVE YOU LIKE $30 FOR IT! IVE BEEN HUNTING FOR IT FOR AGES ;-;

Edit: dad said there may be only like 200 to 600 in circulation and I am sad now, this just sucks. Time to buy equipment to make my own.

[xx-helliswheretheheartis-xx]

You know how Taylor Swift does Taylor's Versions of her albums?

Get Scared needs to get back together so we can get Built For Blame, Laced With Shame Get Scared's version. Just re record the album with Nick so we can listen to it without feeling icky

i’ve been saying this to everyone who would listen!!! them not re-recording at least don’t you dare forget the sun is criminal

[julia-miraclerat]

List of albums I consider top tier, albums where every or nearly every song I consider to be of highest quality and, more importantly, I believe the album to be a consistent experience front to back

No Phun Intended - Tyler Joseph

Twenty One Pilots - twentyønepiløts

Trench - twentyønepiløts

Clancy - twentyønepiløts

Everything is Made of Stars - Cavetown

16/04/16 - Cavetown

Lemon Boy - Cavetown

Sleepyhead - Cavetown

Man's Best Friend- Cavetown

Worm Food - Cavetown

I Hate My Friends - The Front Bottoms

Building Nothing Out Of Something - Modest Mouse

The Moon and Antarctica - Modest Mouse

The Lonesome Crowded West - Modest Mouse

Good News For People Who Love Bad News - Modest Mouse

We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank - Modest Mouse

The House With No Doorbell - McCafferty

O My Heart - Mother Mother

James Is Going To Die Soon - Crywank

Tomorrow Is Nearly Yesterday And Every Day Is Stupid - Crywank

OK Computer - Radiohead

Selfish Machines - Pierce The Veil

Collide With The Sky - Pierce The Veil

Montgomery Ricky - Ricky Montgomery

Your City Gave Me Asthma - Wilbur Soot

Mammalian Sighing Reflex - Wilbur Soot

Wake Up, And It's Over - Lovejoy

Joy, Departed - Sorority Noise

Violent Femmes - Violent Femmes

Everything Is Wrong - Lincoln

Party Favors - Sir Chloe

Cigarettes After Sex - Cigarettes After Sex

The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

Built For Blame, Laced With Shame - Get Scared

FISSION - Dead Poet Society