#gerard way blurb

[starg1rlblog]

Hii! I have a revenge era Gerard way request. It's really dark but uh here goes. Gerard isn't a member of MCR, but rather a vampire who kills and kidnaps girls for fun (think of lestat from interview with the vampire but somehow more sadistic) and one day he kidnaps a girl, intending to just toy around with her for a few weeks but instead falls in love with her and become yandere level obsessed. Please include smut! Preferably something kinky with dom Gerard but no pet names or fetish gear or anything! Thanks in advance, I love your writing tons!

᳝ ࣪ ♥︎ — All Yours

a/n: you’re too kind! if there’s poor grammar n spelling…hmmm you didn’t see it.

pairings: vampire!gerard way x fem!reader

warnings : 18+, dubious, yandere undertones, mentions of kidnapping, manipulation, manhandling, mentions of creampie/breeding, biting

taboo content ahead! you are responsible for your own media consumption!

Gerard loved to play with his food. He watched the pretty women that crossed his path and swept them off their feet. He had them melting at his very touch but foolishly falling into his trap. He would keep them locked up to use however he pleased. Each and every one of them were eaten with empty veins by the end of the week. Unfortunately for you, you were no different. He scooped you up one night with intentions for another meal.

He kept you bounded to his bedpost with rope. Where you were used for one purpose — his enjoyment. You laid there with your wrists bruised, tugging against the restraints. Your limbs were sprouting bruises of purples and deep blues; along with bite marks from the vampire. Gerard fed off of you. You were a pure taste to his palette. Something extraordinary — something he wanted to taste forever.

As time went on Gerard found himself wrestling the thought of you each night. You tainted him — he was losing himself to you. So, he kept you longer than he intended. Gerard creeped through the room and towered over you. He loved how helpless you were. Gerard cupped your cheek. “How’s my sweet girl doing?” He asked as if there would be any decent answer. Instead, you looked up with soft dewy eyes and asked, “When can I go?” He scowled at you with pointed eyebrows. Gerard sat beside you and leaned close. Pushing your disheveled hair behind your ear. “Why would you want to, hm?”

“It’s just ‘cause…” You mumbled meekly but stopped yourself to turn away with tearful eyes. “You’re always so mean to me.” Gerard proved your point by smacking you across the cheek. He gripped your face harshly to make you look at him. “What a stupid thing to say." He tauntingly shook your face side to side and whispered, "You can’t leave when you need me.”

With hot tears streaming down your face you grumbled a soft no. Gerard disagreed, “Yes, you do, you dumb girl. I took you so easily. Had it been someone else?” Gerard shoved your face away and brought his palm onto your bruised knee to rub it gently. “Someone bad?” He continued, “I’m protecting you since you couldn’t yourself, doll.”

“But what about my home? I-I have to go—“

“Shut up already.” Gerard gruffed, finding it hard to play nice with you anymore. He loved you too much to even consider releasing you. You were his.

Gerard smashed his lips onto yours. Letting his pointed fangs bite down on your lower lip, releasing soft dribbles of blood. He moaned as he tasted you. Holding onto the heated kiss, Gerard pushed himself between your legs and let his weight fall on you. Fumbling with his jeans he yanked them down below his thighs to release his hard cock. It sprung free with his tip flushed red — aching for you.

Gerard’s hands gripped the plush of your thighs to spread you farther apart. He rutted himself into you painfully slow. “Oh — fuuckk,” he seethed. You yanked against the restraints as you whimpered at the length of him. Your cunt still so sore from the countless fucks before but you were greedy and wanted more. You were choking his cock with your tight cunt. The vampire found it impossible to control himself. He kept his eyes fixated on you. He found you so beautiful this way; below him and completely under his control. Blood smothered on your lips and your eyes pinched shut with headed cheeks. You were embarrassed at how much you loved this.

Gerard brought his hands to your neck to keep you steady as he fucked into you. “that’s it — take it like a good whore,” Gerard moaned. He watched your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were enjoying his cruel attention. The way he used you like you were nothing made you weak. “No one else can make you feel this good.” Each thrust growing harsher — fucking you like he hated you. Squeezing tighter around your neck, you squeaked out a gasp. “C’mon, needa hear that pretty mouth of yours say it. ” He demanded.

You couldn’t complete a coherent sentence. All you could do was nod profusely and babble, “m’only you.” Viscously milking his cock he couldn’t help but whine. Gerard gripped your jaw with one hand and groaned close, “So fucking tight.” His eyebrows furrowed with sweat glistening over his forehead. He can hear the blood pumping throughout your body from the intensity between you two. Gerard nuzzled into your shoulder biting down, unable to resist you. You hissed a stream of curses from the piercing pain of his fangs. It hurt so good. Gerard pulled back with groan. Basking in the taste of you. His lips covered in your blood, dribbling down his chin. Leaning down to kiss you, you taste yourself. The warm copper covered your tongue.

Gerard let his hands release hold of you and run down your body. “keep fucking me! Shit — just like that,” you whined, cock drunk. Gerard let his hands come between the two of you. He yanked your legs up and over his shoulders to be as deep as he could. Letting the tip of cock brush against your cervix. Gerard leaning closer and closer as his cock stretched you out. “Wanna cum inside you and make you mine.” He threatened. You yanked against the rope and yelped, “no, no — Uuhhh!” You mewled when your capturer’s thumb was rubbing against your swollen clit. Your eyes watered at the sensation. Twitching around his cock, he won’t last long. “Y’feel so fucking good. Just wanna fill you up.”

[retrouvaiiled]

I've already written a similar oneshot but... it deserves an ask

Pegging kitty!Gee. With every thrust the bell on his collar jingles, mixing in with his repeated declaration that "I'm a good boy" (because of course Reader makes him beg in order to come.)

- Pen

i love you. @partypoisonzz

"you're mommys good kitten, hm?" you grunted out, thrusting into your beloved boyfriend, who was dressed as a cat. he introduced the whole cat thing to you, and, well, it turned you on so bad.

and here you were, thrusting into your boyfriend, the constant jingling of bells from his favorite collar which was clipped around his neck. "im your good kitten!" he moaned out, his fingernails, which had pink polish on them per his request, digging into the bed sheets.

"oh, i know you are baby, d'you wanna cum? y'wanna cum for your mommy, hm?" you asked, quickly receiving a "yes!" and a nod with a jingle of his collar.

your hand snaked around him to reach his rock hard cock, slowly pumping it as his moans spilled out of his mouth. "cmon, cum for me, baby." you said, kissing the shell of his ear before speeding up your hand movements.

gerard soon came in your palm and on the bed sheets, you pulled out and took the strap off. "m gonna go run a bath, wait here, pretty boy."

[pissditching]

I've noticed something in the discussion around Gerard Way and trans identity that I am officially fed the fuck up with. While talking about Gerard's outfits from the second leg of the tour, people love to use use the line "clothes ≠ gender" as a gotcha for those of us who are keen to the fact that they aren't cis. This pisses me off for three main reason plus a fourth mini reason that's more of a history blurb than anything else.

Before we start anything, Gerard has been out as not cis for the better part of 8(!) years now. To not acknowledge that is doing them a disservice. Some of you have purposely chosen to ignore that fact. Right out the gate that's fucked up. Ok now we can proceed.

First off, you're right. Clothes do not, in fact, equal gender. I know this, and it sounds like you'd like me to believe that you know this. So forgive me for being a little confused when you go on anon after they're photographed wearing what you dub to be "masculine clothing" (i.e. anything that's not a skirt/dress with heels) and tell me I'm an idiot for implying that they aren't a cisgender man.

Secondly, the concept that clothes don't equal gender in only true to us very recently. If you think that Gerard Way, a 45 year old ex-Catholic Gen-X'er who grew up in an wildly conservative suburb of north New Jersey doesn't have a different relationship between clothing and gender than you, a 14-to-20-something year old who hasn't closed tiktok in three days and averages 0.3 minutes of critical thinking per week, then you're extremely delusional and self-centered. People are socialized in entirely different ways. As humans, our experiences are not in any way universal. What doesn't mean anything to you means everything to someone else. Maybe you don't equate femininity with skirts and dresses, but I guarantee you a 45 year old who has openly struggled with gender identity their entire life does in some capacity. This is not a bad thing.

Thirdly is that in your attempt to sound as woke and morally upright as possible, you're unintentionally (or intentionally, seeing as a considerable number of you are terfs,) discrediting and invalidating the way someone experiences gender euphoria because you personally don't get it. Gerard Way has only ever said "I don't use labels" in response to people implying that they're cishet. If your first reaction to seeing someone who could even potentially identify under the transfem umbrella experiencing visible gender euphoria in a dress is to say "oh well clothes don't equal gender, so I'm going to assume that he's a man in a dress until he explicitly outs himself", then congratulations! You're transphobic. Because that's the thing. When you use the rhetoric of clothes ≠ gender in that context, it becomes crystal clear you don't actually care about trans people. You just want to sound like the smartest person in the room. And you're willing to throw GNC trans people under the bus in order to achieve that goal.

I think people have forgotten big time that "don't assume my gender" originally meant "don't assume I'm cis", because now the way people interpret the rhetoric (don't assume my gender, clothes ≠ gender, I don't use labels, etc.,) and use it to prove a point only use it as if to say "it's inherently wrong and creepy to identify and acknowledge when people aren't cis. Cis is the default and the only safe assumption. Anything else is offensive and crossing a major boundary" and you can tell it's because they view transness as an insult to someone's character. We have to, collectively, stop viewing transness as an allegation you either have to beat or bear with. Alongside that, we have to stop assuming cisness.

[tricoufamily]

character/story influences tag

Rules: Write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe.

i misremembered this tag completely it was all about characters the whole time and i hallucinated the story part? so i guess everyone who did the character version like 2 years ago has to do the story version now sry

tagging @literalite idk who else hasn't done it do it!!!!!! it's fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(media/characters in order) this is the fall: succession, maurice, romeo and juliet, saturn devouring his son, that random dark academia bridge i saw that one time on tv that birthed the entire idea amen blood sports: the batman, the sopranos, macbeth, joker, jesus of suburbia music video, preacher's daughter hugo: fiona from shameless, yuuri from yuri on ice, belle, michael corleone, haruhi from ouran, sophie from howl's moving castle, wirt, elizabeth from pride and prejudice, mycroft holmes, saturn's son beckett: macbeth, arkham riddler, jack dawson, john marston rdr2, gotham riddler, billy loomis, jack skellington, stu scream, dano riddler, timothee chalamet's guy in lady bird, pretty odd era ryan ross, lead singer of midland specifically in the burn out video (it's where the mustache was birthed), kurt cobain, river phoenix connor: dutch rdr2, tony soprano, lady macbeth, arkham penguin, jd heathers, arkham origins joker, lestat, gotham penguin, robbie gravity falls, robert pattinson in the lighthouse, jade from victorious, amy lee, revenge era gerard way

[discountdemonwarehouse]

Domestic December - Day 10

Prompt chosen: Cute habits

Quinn's "cute" habit of stalking her friends for piggybacks (it's cute when it's somebody else being jumped!)

AO3 Link for this blurb and the others

Photo credit: Mohamed Nohassi, from Unsplash

Ages → Quinn – 21, Terzo – 24

        He felt like he was being watched. Not an unusual feeling for him, being a son of the Papa and quite attractive, but this felt different. Predatory. Quinn. Terzo knew it was her. But where was she? “Is everything all right, Father Terzo?” the Sibling asked Terzo, looking concerned. “Hm? Oh. Sì, of course. Just thought I saw something. My apologies for being distracted.” He smiled. “Continue, please.” “As I was saying, the rituals from these works…” Terzo lost track of the man’s words, eyes glancing around. A flash of pink on the landing above him. She wouldn’t dare jump on him on the stairs, would she? Her habit of jumping on people for piggybacks was sometimes endearing, though now that they were older it was a bit ridiculous, and sometimes terrifying. Though Terzo would admit watching her stalk Copia to pounce was entertaining. Copia looked like he could be knocked over with a feather, but under that cassock he had a dancer’s build, and the day Quinn had discovered he didn’t fall over when pounced on, but could actually carry her had been the end for Copia. The poor man knew no peace if Quinn was feeling mischievous. Terzo, on the other hand, typically fell down, but Quinn kept doing it anyways. Just one of the many ways she sought to torment him, affectionately of course. The feeling of being watched hadn’t ended, and as if he had seen her coming, Terzo froze on the stairs, bracing against the banister just in time for Quinn’s weight to hit him from behind. Both of them nearly sailed over the railing, Quinn’s booted feet bracing on the wood aiding in stopping them as Terzo clung to the railing.

        He growled, trying to right himself and shake her off. “Quinn! On the stairs?! Really?! Satan’s tits, you’re going to kill us both!” He chastised. She laughed, settling against him, her arms tightening around him. “They let me summon something today.” “I’m in the middle of a conversation!” “Sorry, Gerard,’ she trilled over her shoulder at the Sibling. “I’m just really excited!” “Of course. Summonings, especially the first ones, are quite exciting.” The young man smiled at Quinn. “Quinn, please!” Terzo grunted. “Huh? Oh. Fine.” She slid to the ground. “What did you summon?” Gerard asked out of curiosity. “Just a minor entity, but it was cool!” Quinn leaned on the railing, grinning cockily. “Congratulations,” Terzo muttered, straightening his robes. Quinn looked over the railing, spotting her other favourite mount, Omega, on the floor below. The tall ghoul was often her preferred method of transport, not that the ghoul seemed to mind in the least. Perhaps it was Terzo’s own fondness for the pink haired menace transferring over, or maybe ghouls sometimes imprinted like baby ducks when first summoned and Quinn had been present. “Omega!” She waved, and the ghoul waved back. “Gotta go!” And just like that, she hurried down the stairs, leaving the two men alone again. Gerard gave Terzo a puzzled look, and he shrugged in response. Looking over the railing, he watched as Quinn hopped up onto his ghoul’s back with some assistance, her feet kicking gently in the air as they started down the hallway. He shook his head, smiling. “So, Brother Gerard. You have my attention now, I swear. I’ve just… developed a bit of a sixth sense about when Quinn is stalking me. As you were saying about the rituals…”

[lunarwritesthings]

Blurbs Cut/Changed From Fics

Brought Back Together Part 1 - Christian Cage

Jay is the definition of a teddy bear and He'd never have his girl who's one of the most important people in his life do something she not comfortable or ready for.

We'll Meet Again - Jeff Hardy

Of course Raven knew how Jeff was doing. How? It's simple you can't friends with only one Hardy, especially when the oldest brother, one fellow high flyer Matt Hardy loves you and sees you as another sibling he can mess around and pick on knowing you'll do the same but most importantly you make his little bro happy and love him for his weird self.

Jeff was the one to explain the situation in one sentence. "The Hardy boys and Sabien are back in business and are ready to get extreme."

The Tough Act - Gerard Way

Tour. Something every band looks forward to. They get to meet fan, see those fans sing along, and can just see those who love their music.

Tears Are Natural - Gerard Way

Life. Something that had ups and downs. It was natural and uncontrollable.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb: A modern masterpiece, this is a classic Gothic thriller-fantasy from New York Times bestselling author Erin A. Craig, about doomed love, menacing ambition, and the ghosts that haunt us forever. In a manor by the sea, one sister is still cursed.

Despite dreams of adventures far beyond the Salann shores, seventeen-year-old Verity Thaumas has remained at her family’s estate, Highmoor, with her older sister Camille, while their sisters have scattered across Arcannia.

When their sister Mercy sends word that the Duchess of Bloem—wife of a celebrated botanist—is interested in having Verity paint a portrait of her son, Alexander, Verity jumps at the chance, but Camille won’t allow it. Forced to reveal the secret she’s kept for years, Camille tells Verity the truth one day: Verity is still seeing ghosts, she just doesn’t know it.

Stunned, Verity flees Highmoor that night and—with nowhere else to turn—makes her way to Bloem. At first, she is captivated by the lush, luxurious landscape and is quickly drawn to charming, witty, and impossibly handsome Alexander Laurent. And soon, to her surprise, a romance . . . blossoms.

But it’s not long before Verity is plagued with nightmares, and the darker side of Bloem begins to show through its sickly-sweet façade. . . .

Review:

A gothic mystery set in a mysterious beautiful manor filled with stunning plants and a family with a dark secret. Verity is an artist who is commissioned to paint the portrait of the Duchess of Bloem's son, Alexander. She has been living with her sister in their family estate for years and yearns to finally explore the world and go on an adventure, this would be the chance for her to finally escape. Verity Thaumas comes from a family that is said to be cursed, her parents died, six of her sisters have died, but now the rest of her sisters are happily living their lives except for Verity who yearns to explore. When her sister Mercy sends her a letter telling her that a Duchess is interested in hiring her to paint her son's portrait for his 20th birthday, Verity immediately accepts. Then she discovers that her sister Camille is adamantly against it because of the secret she has been keeping form Verity, the fact that Verity can see and communicate with ghosts. That doesn't stop Verity from going though and soon she fins herself in the gorgeous and luxurious Bloem estate beginning a romance with the handsome and kind Alexander Laurent. Yet strange things are happening and she keeps getting warnings from ghosts that she should escape because there is a monster here and that something much darker is going on with this family. Can she figure out the secret lurking beneath this sickly sweet facade of a family? Unfortunately for me this book was a big let down, it fell flat so many times and I honestly was fed up with Verity for a majority of the book and the romance didn't work at all. This was advertised as a gothic horror with romance and honestly it was just meh. Verity see's so many things wrong and see's so many red flags but purposely chooses and knowingly chooses to ignore them. The romance was so bad, it was insta love, except the entire time Verity was just gas lighting herself into thinking she was in love with Alex despite the amount of time she notes she doesn't really feel like she's in love and doesn't really feel all that much about Alex except that they have a nice time together. Then there was the weird love triangle introduced and ugh, seriously what even was this book. I didn't read the first book but had no trouble following along with this one. Overall, this one was a miss from me, I love gothic romances and mysteries but this one just missed the mark a bit. However, if you do enjoy gothic mysteries with twisted families then give this one a go maybe you'll have a better time with it than I did.

*SPOIER: that Gerard Bloem, the father, had been sleeping with women to get children from them for his experiments and then killing the women. He had two other sons that were the triplet to Alex, but he deemed them both not good enough and then they came back to the mansion to get their inheritance but killed Gerard instead and tried to kill Alex. They both die and now Alex and Verity decide to continue their relationship the end of the book shows that one of the brothers is still alive*

*Thanks Netgalley and Random House Children's, Delacorte Press for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[cathedraldecay]

i'm so sorry but that book has been in the works since at least 2005-6 i swear i remember them talking about it back then

yea they’ve always talked about how they want to write a fantasy novel bc of their love for tolkien and fantasy in general, and gerard usually plans way ahead creatively, so i imagine it’s been in the works for awhile. we just don’t know how much of that was only turning in their head. but yeah ofc don’t get your hopes up for an announcement anytime soon. all i know is that their notes app blurbs bewitch me entirely so who knows what a whole novel will do

[scumgristle]

ME: hmm, this book looks interesting. let’s look at some blurbs...

THE BLURB:  “ Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance called...”

ME: ...nope! 

[romilly-jay]

Once Again*, On The Topic of Deja Vu

[*Could Not Resist This]

***spoilers***

So, watched this one relatively soon after the latest re-watch of Tony Scott's Deja Vu. That movies was in the back of my mind when part of the three-way dialogue at the top of the second act touched onto the concept of Deja Vu (link and below, there's a presumably unofficial transcript online, no dialogue attribution to specific characters but does capture the key dialogue and action sequences)

https://scrapsfromtheloft.com/movies/copshop-2021-transcript/

Deja vu.

That’s not deja vu, dummy.

Yes, it is.

No, it’s not. Deja vu is when you experience the exact same thing a second time. Or the sensation that you have.

Why are you taking his side?

How the fuck am I taking his side?

You said that your great-grandfather had to fight, that he was overrun and he had no choice, like me, sitting right here. Deja vu.

Okay, whatever. You win.

Wouldn't have described myself as the ideal target audience for this movie, based on the poster and blurb, BUT, I was persuaded to watch it and - to my surprise - I enjoyed it (on the whole) VERY much. Would have preferred it to go a little lighter on the violence but the (spoiler) callous and abrupt dispatching of all the minor characters over the course of the movie is a feature I'd certainly vote to retain.

100% the reason I was initially drawn into this story was the performance of Alexis Louder as rookie cop Young. To chime in on the review (link below), IMO she MORE than held her own, strong as Gerard Butler and Tony Grillo clearly are whenever they're on screen:

But the reason I wanted to write about this movie was the strange - and quite effective - isolation bubble atmosphere. The very few "crowd" scenes (a bar-type fight and a shootout) take place outside and the film restricts itself to a very small number of locations.

Most of the action is in some part of the titular Cop Shop - lots of different spaces but often only 2-3 actors in any scene and often with extended scenes that are dialogue-focused and static. Two of the really important set pieces, for instance, take place inside the lock-up, with the two male leads locked up in cells on opposite sides of the room and, in the second of these scenes, the female lead sitting by the door in the corridor space between them.

It really had the feel for me of a low-budget movie - and to be fair, yes it was, although its original $10m ish budget was //quadrupled?// when GB came on board. BUT there was something else going on and anyone who has checked the film's information will already know what it is... and it's that the shooting took place during the final months of 2020 aka in the heat of the Covid pandemic. Frank Grillo talks about this at the beginning of his interview w Screenrant:

No big moral - just interested by how strongly (IMO) the constraints of the moment have shaped not just the way the movie came into being but also the way the movie continues to "feel".

Personally, I found the claustrophobia and isolation appropriate to the story the movie was telling even if it pushed some of the choices in a more extreme direction e.g. the tendency to keep all the scenes down to 2-3 people and mostly just 2 people, the choice to kill people with very little preamble, so that they are dispatched from the scene.

[starg1rlblog]

Under the Desk

gn!reader x gerard way

warnings: cockwarming, slight d/s dynamic, praising. 18+, you’re responsible for your own media consumption

Gerard was scribbling away as he brainstormed new ideas for a comic. He’d huff and puff every now and then, tear away paper, and start all over. It went on like this forever. He had you under the desk; your jaw locked open around his cock. Drool was dripping from your chin, making a wet patch between his legs. Your nose was buried in his pubic hair as gerard kept himself stuffed in your mouth, bruising the back of your throat. It made you ache and your mind dizzy. You wanted more — to have him yank your hair and fuck your mouth. Spread you open and rail you over his desk. He planned to, but he wanted to watch you squirm like a pathetic whore first. Gerard looked down at you with a false sympathetic smile. He found it amusing seeing you like this; with your cheeks flushed red and your eyes swelling with tears. it made his cock twitch in your mouth — you whimpered at the feeling. “my sweet lamb,” he cooed as he caressed your cheek, “you like it when i use you, huh?”

[ninevoltheartmusic]

1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die: Best-of lists vs. natural discovery

Although I have been obsessed with music as long as I can remember, I've often felt like an impostor when it comes to talking to other music nerds. I often feel like my knowledge isn't encyclopaedic enough, like not having listened to the Beatles' entire catalogue somehow gives me less of an authority to listen to any music at all. That's why, many years ago, I asked for the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die for Christmas.

The book does what it says on the tin – it compiles 1001 albums that the editors deemed most noteworthy or important from the 50s to today. My copy, published in 2009, only has a handful of albums from the early 2000s, but I felt like I could handle modern music – it was the stuff from years ago that felt harder to sink my teeth into without a guide. It felt like a great starting point to me at the time. "If I listen to all these albums, surely I'll know enough to count myself as a 'real' music fan," I thought.

The problem was that listening to 1001 albums is a gargantuan task. Even at one album a day, the project would take nearly 3 years. One listen is hardly enough, so the project requires a massive time commitment. I've never been great with consistency, especially when I was younger, so my attempts fell flat. I'd listen to a few albums, not get too excited by them, and forget about the book for a while, then start the process again. Most of the time, it felt like homework rather than something truly enjoyable.

Flipping through the glossy pages, I imagined that I was looking into the future, seeing a version of myself who held all this knowledge and had a complete musical map in their head. Each album is accompanied by a blurb explaining its place in music history, offering some connections to other artists or genres. I was convinced that if I read the entire book cover to cover and engrained each album into my mind, I'd be an expert. The homework would be worth it. I just wasn't sure what use expertise was when what I loved most about music was finding a connection.

In most cases, listening to one album a day doesn't provide enough time to truly connect. Some albums have taken me years of occasional listening to fall in love with them (Gerard Way's Hesitant Alien, for example). It's not always about the sound itself; whether an album resonates often has more to do with hearing it at a time in one's life where something about the lyrics, the mood, the energy just clicks for one reason or another. At that point in time, the album is just right. Even giving a new album a few listens in a day before moving onto the next one feels like inadequate time to see if it sticks.

In the years since receiving the book, I have never stopped finding new music. Instead of following books or lists, I've come across new artists more organically through recommendations from friends, from Spotify, from seeing a band live and loving the opener. After not thinking about 1001 Albums very much for several years, I'm now coming back to it and realizing that so many of the artists that I'd never heard of when I first cracked the spine are now some of my favourites – I didn't need a book to introduce them to me, after all.

I do still want to listen to all of the albums someday. In the interest of trying this project again, I've made a spreadsheet where I can keep track of everything – what date I first listened to the album, how much I liked it, my first impressions, etc. I have yet to fill out the first entry, but I'm not going to hold myself to any timeline this time. Listening to something just to tick it off a list isn't terribly satisfying, to me. A mixture of organic discovery and list-following feels like the way to go, following natural interest and looking to the list when I'm unsure of what to listen to next.

I still feel like an impostor sometimes, even though I recognize most of the names in 1001 Albums now. (In fact, many of my more recent favourites don't feature in any iteration of the book at all.) I still haven't listened to the entirety of the Beatles' back catalogue, and I might never get around to it. But I've learnt that that's the nature of being a music fan; it's impossible to know everything. I'd rather follow my natural interests and find music that I deeply love and connect to than claim an encyclopaedic knowledge that stops at the surface. Being a music fan is about learning and always having more to discover. There are no pre-requisites to being able to say what one likes. I'll never be someone who finds their favourite albums and stops there, keeping the same songs on repeat forever, and I'm comforted by knowing that as long as I live, there will always be great music to hear for the first time and fall in love with when it hits just right.

[damn-the-dark]

The all-new 1964 Cadillac Coupe DeVille; Setting the Standard of Luxury & Simply Killing the Competition. Find a New You in a Cadillac Today!

Hello everyone This took way too long I’m going to Lay Down now; please enjoy úwù)7

[billhaders]

ok but hear me out... season 3 of umbrella academy... musical episode

[war-wornlipstick]

been listening to the sweeney todd original sountrack on repeat again, because it goes hard. thinking about the three cheers storyline and how it’s so eerily similar to sweeney todd in certain aspects that i can’t help but think that gerard “secret theatre kid” way drew inspiration from it when writing three cheers.

[cordspaghetti]

whenever i open the ig app the “from ♾meta” blurb feels so cartoonishly evil thank you gerard way