#angst and anthems

[angstandanthems]

ABOUT: A Day to Remember is an American rock band that formed in 2003 in Ocala, Florida, by guitarist Tom Denney and drummer Bobby Scruggs. Known for blending metalcore with catchy pop-punk hooks, they’ve been bringing raw emotion and energy to the scene ever since. The band’s lineup now includes the powerhouse vocals of Jeremy McKinnon, Neil Westfall on rhythm guitar, Alex Shelnutt crushing it on drums, and Kevin Skaff on lead guitar.

They first burst onto the scene with their debut album And Their Name Was Treason (2005), released through Indianola Records. After a few lineup changes—Shelnutt replacing Scruggs in 2006—the band released For Those Who Have Heart (2007) under Victory Records, hitting the road hard with tours across the UK and U.S. They followed that up with Homesick (2009), but not without more drama. During the tour, Denney parted ways, and Skaff stepped in.

Their next record, What Separates Me from You (2010), dropped and they went global, playing everywhere from tiny clubs to massive festivals. But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Since 2011, they’ve been in a legal battle with Victory Records over their contract. In 2013, they won the right to release their own music, and Common Courtesy dropped that same year, giving fans a taste of what was to come.

Fast forward to 2016, when they gave us Bad Vibrations, and in 2021, their first album with Fueled by Ramen, You're Welcome, proved they were still on top. Then, in 2025, they shocked the world with their latest release, Big Ole Album Vol. 1, proving they’re still ready to bring the heat.

It’s been a wild ride, and A Day to Remember is nowhere near slowing down. They keep fighting, rocking, and giving us anthems that mix the pain and the power of life in the loudest way possible. SOCIAL LINKS: Official Website: https://adtr.com/ Insta: https://www.instagram.com/adtr/ FB: https://www.facebook.com/adtr/

[salsakiyoomi]

i ii iii

suna wakes up with a pounding headache and an unfamiliar ceiling staring down at him.

at first, he doesn’t register it, brows knitting together as he tries to process his current surroundings and why the mattress doesn’t feel half as comfortable as his bed — that is, until he processes that the mattress isn’t his bed.

he groans as he sits up, and groans even more as the headache worsens, his head as if someone took it and shook it with all their strength.

he rubs his eyes, trying to fade away some of the fogginess and blackness that’s surrounding his vision.

did he even drink that much last night? of course he had, otherwise he’d remember what last night was and how come he was at a stranger’s place in a mattress that wasn’t very comfortable.

when his vision clears, he takes a look around the place — the walls painted maroon, and covered with bookshelves that were stacked with books and random decorations that fit the aesthetic of the whole place. He glances down at the couch he’s sitting in, it’s deep green with ochre cushions — why does this place feel familiar?

suna’s frown deepens.

fuck.

it was your place.

he really shouldn’t have drank so much because only bits and pieces of his last night fuck up were starting to come back to him.

his heart is pounding in his chest and his headache isn't really helping with how he feels, he really shouldn’t be here and — “oh you're finally up?”

your voice rings out from the kitchen, comforting and familiar but no longer a place he seeks comfort in, he’s not welcome anymore.

he turns to look at where you stand by the kitchen’s entrance, holding a steaming mug in hand.

“hey.” he manages to utter out.

“hi.” you say awkwardly, and you walk towards him, and sit by the edge of the couch, “i made you coffee.”

you, ever caring and sweet, even when you know he shouldn’t be here.

“thanks.” he says as you hand him the coffee mug.

a few minutes of awkward silence pass as he takes a couple of sips from his coffee before the silence gets too unbearable for him.

“i should go.” he says as he stands up and tries not to fall from how dizzy he gets.

“are you sure?” you're there, rushing to his side to hold him up from falling.

his heart pounds and he gulps at the contact — he knows you’re just helping but you shouldn’t be touching him like that, not since you broke up with him.

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t crave it though.

that he doesn’t crave your skin against his and the way your lips fit so perfectly against his whenever you kiss and if he said that he didn’t crave it, that he wasn’t desperate for it, he would be a damn bad liar.

“yeah.” he says after a beat, “i’ll be fine.”

you press your lips into a thin line and after a moment you say, “okay.”

he stares at you for a second, the all too familiar you, with your hair in a messy bun and your eyes puffy because you had just woken up,your lips cherry and kissable, an oh how beautiful you are.

“okay.” he mutters and he heads his way to the door, when he recalls a detail from last night with his hand on the door handle.

“i love you.”

“you’re too drunk, suna.”

he glances at you as he opens the door, “y/n.” he says softly,

“i wasn’t too drunk last night.

[horrorslvt]

Hi! Could I request a Stu Macher x fem reader sorta angst? I was thinking she gets drugged and when she wakes up all of her friends are killed at a party her and Stu were at and when she ends up finding Stu she still doesn’t know he was part of it and while he tries to calm her down from a panic attack or something Billy shoots and kills her? And shes the only person Stu ever loved

No. 1 party anthem.

Pairing: Stu Macher x fem! reader.

Summary: Stu was all in with Billy's plans as long as he kept you out of it, Billy promised he would but he didn't keep his promise.

Trigger warnings: Drugs, violence, knifes and guns, blood and murder.

A/N: Hellooo, thank you for requesting, and thanks for your patience. I hope you like this, I love writing angst, and I love Stu, and I loved this request. 💕

It wasn't unusual for Stu to organize a party and as usual you were the first person he invited, followed by Billy being the second person he invites.

As you got to the house, a small and almost unconscious sigh escaped you while you walked up to his door. Before you could even knock, Stu was already opening the door.

"Hey, sweets, glad you could make it." He said, smiling down at you. He used to call you sweetcheeks, but it turned into just 'sweets' after one day he almost called you sweetcheeks in front of your parents, and he caught himself just in time.

"Hey, you look good." You said smiling up at him while walking inside and taking off your jacket.

Stu's hands moved to take your jacket off for you and hang it up. "And you look gorgeous as usual." He said and wrapped his arms around your waist after hanging up your jacket.

You giggled as he did that, and before you could turn around, he began walking towards the kitchen while still hugging you by the waist from behind, making you walk with him.

"Want something to drink?" He asked as you two got to the kitchen, his lips leaving a few kisses on your neck before letting go.

"Uhmm..." You thought for a second but noticed him already making you a drink before you even answered, so you resigned. "Sure."

He made two drinks, handing you one and keeping the other. "Any reason you wanna get me drunk so early into the night?" You asked playfully with a faint smirk.

He chuckled and left his cup on the counter before placing his hands on either side of your waist on the counter, caging you in. "I don't need to get you drunk to get what I need." He answered smirking down at you.

A small chuckled escaped your lips, and as you took from your drink, one of his hands went to your cup and tilted it up slightly, making you drink more. Weird.

After drinking a bit more than half the cup, you put it down and look up at him. Your eyelids felt heavy, and the room started feeling like it was spinning.

"Stu, I'm a little dizzy." You said, your eyebrows furrowing unconsciously and your eyes closing on their own.

"Shh, don't worry." He said, his face nuzzling your neck and his lips leaving soft kisses on your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist to make sure you didn't fall to the ground as you began becoming unconscious.

Your hands went to his arms, and you tried holding onto him, hands already numb and unable to hold onto anything, your body going limp in his arms.

"I won't let anything bad happen to you, baby." He said against your neck before you fell asleep in his arms.

Around two hours went by before you woke up, extremely confused and still a little dizzy and out of it. As you took in your surroundings, you realized you were on the couch of Stu's house, your body and face facing the couch.

After rubbing your eyes, you turned around and looked at the living room. The body of one of your friends with multiple stabs and a pool of blood in the middle of the living room was the first thing your eyes landed on.

Your eyes widened and a blood curling scream came out your mouth before you even realized it.

Getting up from the couch, you stumbled until you were kneeling in front of the still warm but very dead body. "Randy?! Randy, wake up!" You said, panicked and shaking him slightly, and then checking his pulse, realizing he was already dead.

Tears began rolling down your cheeks as you got up with weak legs and began walking to the door of the house, finding the dead bodies of other two people on the way, which made you scream again and run to the door.

Thanks to your legs still being weak, you basically ran into the door once you reached it, trying to open it only to realize it was locked.

And then it dawned on you. Stu. You had to make sure he was okay, and whoever had killed your friends hadn't hurt him.

"Sut?! Stu!" You began screaming his name as you walked through the house with weak knees, seeing trails of blood almost everywhere or so it seemed.

Eventually, you walked into the kitchen and stumbled into his chest as he walked out a corner and in your way.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, his hands immediately going to your arms to make sure you didn't fall.

His green eyes scanned your face, noticing the tears running down your cheeks and your hitched breath along with your shaky hands on his chest and your weak legs.

He also noticed her bloody hands, probably from touching a body. Hot. No! no, Stu, concentrate.

"Everyone's dead! We have to get out!" You said, your voice panicked as you looked up at him and then back at the hall that led to the main door.

"Hey, breath, you're okay." He said, one of his hands moving to make your eyes look into his and calm down.

You calmed down, but then your eyebrows furrowed softly as you noticed how calm he was.

"Did you not hear me?! Everyone's dead." You repeated before hearing a shotgun and looking to the side where the sound came from.

Your eyes landed on Billy before the pain you felt in your torso registered on your brain, your mouth fell agape as one of your hands went from Stu's chest to your ribs side where the bullet had entered your body and blood started coming out.

Stu eyes widened, and he held onto you as your body began going limp on his arms. "Man, what the fuck?!" He said to Billy, his expression one of shock, anger, panick and hurt.

As your legs failed, Stu held you and slowly got on his knees, your body on the ground but your torso stil being held up by his arms.

"You said you weren't gonna hurt her!" Stu said to Billy as he looked in between him and you.

"Well, she's too damn nosy." Billy said and began walking around the kitchen looking for something.

"Shh, it's okay." Stu said to you, trying to calm you and himself down, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Don't close your eyes, sweets."

As you felt your consciousness sleep away, your hand moved to rest on top of his on your side where blood was coming out of.

"I love you." You mumbled as your eyes began closing on their own, and everything started feeling heavy.

"Don't say that, don't close your eyes." He said, shaking you almost unconsciously and desperately, trying to stop you from slipping away. "I love you too." Stu finally said as he realized it was way too late to stop your body from passing in his arms.

Though he didn't have to live without you for too long thanks to Billy's plans.

[athenalvss]

NATIONAL ANTHEM ━ CH. 02

Pairing — BF!Rafe x younger!kook!Fem reader

Navigation — Part 01 | Part 02

main masterlist ━ Spanish version

That night, you arrived at the party with Sarah and Topper, wearing that light white dress that swayed in the coastal night breeze, the one you had chosen thinking about Rafe.

The music thumped in the background, the sound of waves and laughter filling the beach, but the three of you were somewhat apart, a little removed from the commotion. The cool night air brushed against your faces, but you couldn’t help but notice the tense glint in Topper’s eyes, as if something was bothering him, though he tried to hide it.

Sarah, with her typically laidback attitude, seemed determined to get under Topper’s skin, climbing over the remnants left behind by Hurricane Agatha.

Their relationship was definitely strange, or at least you thought so. It was nothing like your relationship with Rafe, where adoration and small gestures of affection spoke louder than any argument. Sarah and Topper seemed to enjoy pushing each other to the limit, as if finding balance was a constant challenge. You, though amused by their constant clashes and Sarah’s relentless teasing of Topper, couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something underlying in their dynamic, something you couldn’t quite grasp.

You three had decided to get closer to the crowd, to have a good time, to enjoy ourselves, but everything went to hell when JJ showed up, pretty drunk, not a good sign at all.

“Hey!” JJ shouted, approaching with a cheerful tone, drunk from all the beer he had consumed. “Sarah! Sarah, can I offer you a delicious Milwaukee drink?”

“No, thanks,” she replied.

It was naive of her to think that would be the end of the interaction, because JJ apparently had other plans.

“What’s the matter? Not fancy enough for you?”

“No, we were just leaving—” Topper cut her off. “Hey, you know what? I’ll take it.”

“That’s fine, but I wasn’t offering it to you.” It was clear JJ had drunk too much and was being an idiot by messing around. “If you had said ‘please,’ maybe, but you didn’t.”

“Oh... please,” Topper said sarcastically. “There, happy now? Please.”

JJ ignored him. “Sarah, you can keep it and share it with that hot chick over there.”

Topper threw the drink in JJ’s face. “Neither of them wants it, you—” JJ grabbed Topper by the shirt and shoved him hard. you tried to step closer to see what was going on and, if possible, stop the fight.

“No, no, no, no!” John B pushed JJ back to avoid the fight but then changed his mind and shoved Topper whe he hears the kook yelling, “Stupid pogues!”

You, alarmed by how big the fight had escalated, decided to stay on the sidelines, but the tension was palpable. When everyone around began to form a large circle to watch the fight, you knew everything had gone to hell.

You could hear the chants of the crowd cheering on the fight, and in that moment, Topper kicked John B. The Pogue boy gathered his strength and knocked Topper into the water while he wasn’t looking, distracted by Sarah's scream.

You could feel every part of your body tense up at the sight of Topper hitting John B, but he quickly recovered, knocked Topper down, and used the blow to his advantage, throwing him into the shallow water.

"Come on, Topper! Let’s go!" John B threw a couple more punches before Topper took him down and started choking him.

You tried to run toward them to try to stop the stupid fight, only for someone to hold her back. "Let me go!"

"You don’t want to get in the middle of that, sweetheart, trust me," JJ replied.

"He's choking him, JJ!"

"Topper, stop! No!" Sarah kept screaming.

You couldn’t help but look around frantically, searching for help, for someone who understood the seriousness of the situation. You saw Kiara and Pope, who were just as distressed as Sarah and you, all desperately trying to figure out a solution.

Then you felt JJ’s arms release your body, not feeling his warm body against yours. You turn back to see him running off somewhere. Before leaving, he shouted, "Stay there!"

your first thought was that he was going to run and tackle Topper from behind to save his friend or something like that. But all your thoughts vanished when you saw him running with a gun in his hand. at that moment, when he ran close to your body, you could hear the click of the safety and could only imagine the worst.

"Yeah, you know what this is. Come on, let him go."

As soon as JJ pressed the gun against the back of Topper’s neck, the crowd began to scatter.

"JJ, stop! Put the gun down!" Sarah ordered.

"Did you say something, princess?" He didn’t back down, even after Topper released John B.

"Kie, can you check on your psycho friend, please?" Sarah shouted.

"How about you check on your psycho boyfriend first, bitch!" Kiara yelled back.

"Alright, everyone, listen up! Get off our side of the island!" JJ shouted, firing two shots into the air.

After the chaos of the fight, you decided to distance yourseld from the crowd. your breathing was fast, and the sound of the gunshots still echoed in your mind.

Damn, Rafe is not going to like this at all.

You pulled out the phone with trembling hands and checked your last conversation with Rafe.

Rafe☀️: I’ll pick you up later, wait for me.

His message was still there, along with a couple of emojis he’d added to soften his protective tone. But after what had just happened, You knew you couldn’t stay there waiting for him.

You were nervous and shaken by everything you had just experienced, Topper almost killing John B, JJ pulling a gun while drunk and firing into the air with the potential to hurt someone. you deeply regretted not listening to your boyfriend.

rafe is always right, why you just didn't you hear him, he'll be mad at you now

You dialed his number and pressed the phone to your ear, with your heart pounding. The call rang once, then twice. Finally, his familiar voice broke the silence.

"Princess, is everything okay?"

"Rafe…" tried to keep calm, but your voice trembled. "There was… a fight at the party."

A heavy silence fell between you and him, before he responded. His tone shifted from warm to cold, almost icy.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

you took a deep breath. It was best to be honest.

"I’m fine, but things got out of control. Topper almost killed someone, JJ pulled a gun…" your paused, trying to hold yourself together. "Rafe, it was insane."

you could hear his breathing on the other end, slow and controlled, but you knew he was holding back.

"I’m coming. Where are you?"

"I’m not at the beach anymore. I’m walking toward the main road."

"Stay there, don’t move."

The call ended before you could say anything else. you knew that when Rafe arrived, there would be questions. He’d want to know every detail, and more than anything, he’d be furious that you had been in the middle of something so dangerous and for not listening to him.

you wrapped your arms around your body, trying to calm down as you waited for him. It wasn’t long before you saw the headlights of the Jeep approaching. The vehicle stopped in front of you, and Rafe got out immediately, his face a mixture of worry and anger.

"Are you okay?" he asked, walking up to you carefully.

you just nodded, cauae before yoi could answer, he wrapped her in his arms. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as if he needed to make sure you were really there.

"I told you, yn. I told you I didn’t trust them, they’re all psychopaths."

"Rafe…" you began, but he pulled back slightly, his deep blue eyes searching yours.

"Did anyone touch you? Did anyone dare to…?"

"No, no. I'm fine, I swear. It was… it was crazy, but I'm okay."

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as if trying to calm himself. When he looked at you again, his expression had softened, though the worry was still there.

"Let’s go home."

you nodded and let him guide you to the Jeep. You already knew the night wouldn’t end on the light, playful way you two had planned, but you couldn’t help feeling relieved to be with him.

You and Rafe arrived at his house in silence. The drive had been short, but for you, every minute felt like an eternity, filled with the tension still lingering in your body. Rafe had tried to calm you silently, his hand resting on your thigh as he drove focus. When you arrived to Tannyhill, Rafe quickly parked the Jeep and got out, moving with urgency as if making sure everything was okay. You just followed him, the weight of the night still heavy on your shoulders.

Once inside, Rafe shut the door firmly behind them and looked at you with an intensity that made you shiver. tried not to let it show, but your hands were still trembling.

"We need to talk about this," Rafe said, his voice low and controlled.

You nodded and sank onto the couch. were exhausted, mentally and physically, and needed a moment to process everything that had happened. Rafe sat beside you, staring at yours intently but not saying a word. You could feel the concern burning in his gaze.

"I'm so sorry, Rafey" finally talking, breaking the silence. trying to make sound your words sincere

Rafe sighed, running a hand over his face, clearly frustrated.

"I shouldn’t have let you go, yn" he said in a low tone. His eyes stayed on you, letting you see the internal struggle he was facing.

You leaned toward him, touching his arm gently in an attempt to reassure him.

"It’s not your fault, Rafe. I made the decision to go, and I regret it, truly. But I can’t change what happened."

Rafe looked at you for a long moment, his eyes softening as he saw the sincerity in your face. Slowly, he tilted his head down and kissed you tenderly. It was a gentle kiss, but it was filled with unspoken emotions, as if all you two needed at that moment was each other’s closeness. The intensity of the night began to fade in that simple gesture.

When they pulled away, Rafe looked at you again, this time with a faint but slightly sad smile.

you couldn't help but smile back, hugging him and feeling the safety of his arms around your tiny body, compared to his.

"I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never do anything to make you worry this much again."

The atmosphere in Rafe’s house became warmer, calmer, as the shadows of the night continued their course outside the windows. The tension of the party seemed to fade with each passing second, as if that small refuge between them could make the world forget what had happened.

you lifted your head in his shoulder softly, looking at him with a slight smile.

"I love you, Rafe."

"I love you too, but I’d love you even more if you listened to me sometimes."

You tilted your head, looking at him with a light smile, your breathing still uneven from the tension lingering in the air.

"So, what are we going to do now?" you asked in a playful tone. The look you give to him was shining with a hint of mischief, only he knew.

Rafe looked at you silently, a mischievous glint crossing his gaze. He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against your face as he spoke in a whisper only you could hear.

"What would you like us to do?" he said, his voice low, almost like a challenge.

Before you could even answer, he pulled you firmly against him, his hand resting on your back, feeling his big hand touching you slowly, their lips meeting in a fiery, deep kiss, filled with the intention to feel all of each other. You couldn’t resist responding to the kiss, giving in to the intensity and the need of his touch, as though everything else around them faded away.

It was a kiss full of suppressed passion, as if they had both been waiting for this moment to release everything left unsaid, everything unresolved, and forget all the tensions caused by others.

When both pulled apart, your breathing was ragged, but Rafe didn’t let you go. He looked at you with a crooked smile, his eyes locked on yours, almost undressing your body with his gaze, a suggestive grin playing on his lips.

“You didn’t behave, baby… and you know I like that.”

another one! hope you like it :)

[rotten-gal13]

Many killjoys, during their short life span, will eventually experience shell shock. Like a soldier in World War I, seeing a massacre of their friends and family will cause them to shut down completely. Not talking, not moving, nothing. Just staring at the gore, unable to look away, no matter how much they want to. The trance will last for days, months, years, sometimes it never goes away. Killjoys won't be able to sleep, eat, walk, or do anything. Some of them just can't bare the pain, and decide to cut their life short to make it all go away.

[23fallencomets]

logan is soooo 5 Seconds of Summer (album) and 5 Seconds of Summer (B-sides and Rarities) coded like it makes me a little sick actually

[certifiedsungod]

Hmm........,,, experimenting or something

Two entirely different Sephiroth's!!!! (and Rosen) woawoaowaoa

I always listen to this song at least once when drawing them yay

[mindlesslyje]

“She sang like she was falling apart, and he played like he was trying to hold her together.”

[the-light-finds-its-way]

So I've figured out Anthem's reaction if Misraaks were to pass away.

He would pull a fucking Arwen and Aragorn, falling at Misraaks's grave as he cries, making his Ghost promise not to revive him, then Anthem remains at this grave until he himself passes, rejoining his husband forever in death.

[altocanteven]

used to be one of the rotten ones, and i liked you for that.

ohhhhhhh i love angst i should do this more often

[angstandanthems]

Tickets for our UK + Europe shows are on sale now at ADTR.com

[nyehhh-hh]

Everytime i listen to gethsemane

[odeqaard]

halsey has an ep titled room 93 and we're supposed to believe she's not a marquezista ????

[byjillianmaria]

I'm 83% sure at some point in the past you made an In the Cards-themed playlist, BUT, that was before you read any version of it, SO, Elliott x Adrian playlist? 👀

I'm going to do my best NOT to put songs I've already given you on this :P

I'm Not Calling You a Liar - Florence + The Machine

There's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep / Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks

Bobby Sox - Green Day

Do you wanna be my best friend? / You can drive me crazy all over again

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin

I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetic / I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric

[weirdo-daylist]

[generic-whumperz]

I truly cannot think of a band with more whumpy songs than Nine Inch Nails. “The Hand That Feeds” and “Head Like A Hole” are like universal Whumpee anthems. And every other NIN song I’ve heard radiates some level of whump energy (honorable mentions- “Everyday Is Exactly The Same”, “Discipline “, “Into The Void” etc.).

(Do not even get me fucking started on the horny whumpiness that is “Closer” and “Starfuckers Inc.”!)