#i mean i do listen to a variety of music but mostly it's just punk and punk adjacent. i have to be in a particular Mood

[filmnoirsbian]

I always feel bad abt not listening to more of those melancholic stare-at-the-ceiling type indie musicians bc truthfully I do tend to like their songwriting but tbh if I'm not trying to sleep then I need my music to make me feel like I'm abt to cage fight a grizzly bear to death and/or fuck nasty (not the bear)

[enbysiriusblack]

music recs but its only poc artists:

raleigh ritchie- will never shut up about his music. one of my absolute favourite artists at the moment. definitely recommend it if you're into r&b/pop/sadboy music. do not know which album is my favourite but some songs i'd recommend first: bloodsport '15, aristocrats (especially the music video), say what you mean, never better

nahbo- extremely underrated. not actually sure what the genre is but google says its indie/hip-hop/rap. very dj, artsy, and psychedelic vibe. i think all their music, or at least most, is political songs. my favourite album is ruptured. and songs i'd recommend first: slow down, rocket, hashtag authentic, wrinkle

nina simone- was gonna do artists that aren't super popular but i just absolutely love nina simone, i had to include her. her songs stretch into a variety of genre, but it is mostly jazz/blues- she also mostly covers songs. not sure what my favourite album is. but some songs i'd recommend if you haven't heard them: angel of the morning, suzanne, the desperate ones, feeling good

the muslims- punk band. only recently started listening to them. fav album is probably fuck these fucking fascists. and some songs i'd recommend first: there, their, they're, john mccain's ghost sneaks into the white house and tea bags the president, gentrified chicken, fuck the cistem

d3vilishbri- they only have a few songs but they're absolute bangers. its rock/punk. some songs i'd recommend: alright (/w you will know ali), ur the worst! please let me take you out to dinner, immature

otoboke beaver- punk/rock band. most of their songs are in japanese. my favourite album is itekoma hits. some songs i'd recommend first: what do you mean you have to talk to me at this late date?, datsu . hikage no onna, suki suki darling, i don't want to die alone

lady parts- not a real band, it's a band from the tv series 'we are lady parts' (so so good! watch it if you can!) but the music is so good anyway. so some songs i'd recommend: bashir with the good beard, fish and chips, voldemort under my head scarf, cover of we are the champions

[cosmica-galaxy]

How do you think the grunts feel about human music? We have so many genres and sub genres. I mean they have music too based off the literal first episode of Madcom, but they probably have a more limited amount because who has the time to make music in the wasteland that is Nevada? Maybe one day they hear music coming from the player (They’re listening to music while going about their business) and are immediately interested. Uhhhh idk maybe they’re listening to Wonderwall or something

Well, judging by the first episode and the last episodes where the club that Tricky was in used to be a thing, I have to think that the music-era that grunts are in is definitely something that is a relic of the early 2000's to mid-2000's. Especially since Tricky likes "The Hamster Dance" and when was the last time that song ever trended? Nevada is stuck in that era of music because the madness eventually took over and all the clubs that used to play music got shut down by the Auditor. So music is mostly a pass time and I think public radios are pretty much barely existing in Nevada. Judging by the first episode, I think Hank finds music as a source of annoyance. Which triggers him into killing all of those grunts in the first place. Maybe it was the genre or just the sheer arrogance from the boombox grunt not being considerate of others around them. Regardless of what caused it, I think Hank just finds music overall overstimulating or as a source of pointless noise. But if his Player is playing songs, I think he would be tolerant and curious. I think his favorite genre would be dark punk or rock. Sanford and Deimos come from an era that follows after Hank's hunt of the Sheriff. But they would also have older tastes in music in comparison to modern day humans. Other then techno and "The Hamster Dance", there's not much to the variety of Nevada's music industry. But once the Player begins to show them different songs and genres, they both begin to broaden their horizons with more music and modern day songs. Deimos listens to pop rock and trending songs while he works and Sanford would listen to workout mixes and original musicians while he works out or cooks dinner for the group. (Johnathan Young, Geoff Castellucci, Kamex, and Vetrom for example.) 2B is old enough to remember the sunlight, but still is partially younger than Hank. Still, he probably feels the same about music like Hank does. It's a constant noise maker and doesn't really do much for him in ways of inspiring him. But, he has to admit, working in dead silence while his group members are out would be nice to help him pass the time. So when the Player introduces him to much more mellow music, ones that he can work and be aware of his surroundings at the same time, he's pretty much playing them every time he feels his day just dragging along. He fancies wordless music and instrumentals. Maybe even classical music? Just something he can play in the background on a low volume so he feels less alone and much more occupied. As a whole, I think the world of Nevada really needs more music and fun. Those poor grunts are still listening to songs that were made in the early 2000's, they really need some new albums dropped.

[alltimefail-sims]

I actually understand exactly where you're coming from. I find myself checking the wiki for more info on sims in TS4 and leaning heavily on other people's interpretations sometimes whereas I have a very clear understanding on who sims from TS2 franchise were. And what's crazy is that even the more popular sims in this community are popular not necessarily because of who the sims team "intended" them to be, but because of the fandom's interpretations/ability to fill in the plot holes.

One thing the sims team is going to do every time is give us some underdeveloped, half-baked townies!! (Although for some reason, in my opinion, they really delivered with the Horse Ranch townies for some reason?!)

This is a really interesting question! I think Mortimer listens to mostly wordless music: classical/baroque music/traditional Spanish-influenced instrumental music. Bella would also love instrumental music with traditional Latin/Spanish influence, but I think Bella also enjoys lyrical music/pop music with a good beat as she is a vivacious firecracker who is full of life and the life of the party imo! If they're listening to music with words (Bella does this more than Mortimer), they're probably listening to music sang entirely in Spanish/music by Spanish-speaking artists nearly every time. In fact, I personally think the Goths would speak Spanish mostly at home as well because I've never seen any of them as white people (yes this includes Mortimer!)

As for Cassandra and Alexander, I imagine they both enjoy alternative music in general - early 2000s pop punk is a shared love, and this is mostly Cass having an influence over her baby brother because he was a kid when those bands were popular haha. I could see them both screaming the words to any song off of MCR's "The Black Parade" album. But that's about as far as their similarities go: as they get older the differences in their personal tastes of music are more prevalent.

Cassandra loves classical/instrumental music like her dad. She also loves death metal and screamo, the more avant-garde the better (if most people would find it weird, niche, wild and/or loud, she enjoys it.) I don't listen to this kind of music, so I don't have an example off the top of my head but as a little bonus: I think Yuki Behr turned her onto Baby Metal lmao.

Alexander, on the other hand, likes a wide variety of music. I think he's probably the biggest "music lover" in his family who kind of just enjoys different stuff all across the board. He learned how to play piano through classical and baroque music, but he's not listening to that in his free time: he finds it far too rigid/restrictive. His favorite kind of music would probably be alternative rock that leans more indie/acoustic/folk like Hozier or Lord Huron. I think he enjoys some pop music, so long as it has good lyrics. He also was in drama club in high school and I think he enjoys several musicals! I also see him especially into stuff from the doo-wop and Motown era: anything between the 30s and 60s, and that's why I always say that Stephen Sanchez's music reminds me of the kind of music Alexander would make due to its spanish/doo-wop/pop fusion. (Listen to his new album "Angel Face" and you will get what I mean! I actually would consider Stephen Sanchez's singing voice/songs to be my Alexander Goth's voice claim!)

But those are just my personal takes and how I play them!

I don't have a ton of my own headcanons about Jesminder! I think her and Arun probably cause bisexuals to panic as they're both stupid hot!

All jokes aside though, I think they're criminally underrepresented townies. Jesminder has always struck me as this multi-talented person who lights-up-every-room and has that special kind of vibe that you can't put a name on - she just is charming, drawing people to her. I don't think she's a talker so much as she's a listener; she's wise and when she speaks it's because she actually has something to say (she doesn't just talk to talk). I think because of this, I imagine that as a bartender she has had many people confiding in her/asking her for advice lmao. She's the kind of person that calls you sweetheart and then will drop the most provocative, to-the-point rhetorical question or advice on you and it will change you forever you know?

And Arun is just like this super sweet hipster tech guy who probably drinks kombucha, rides his bike to work, and loves his wife like crazy and can't wait to be a dad. He has no idea how he bagged this woman but he is not about to question it in case she realizes she could "do better" (they're annoyingly in love though and she does not like when he jokes like that lol).

Someone needs to make a story that focuses on them because I think they seem to be an adorable couple with a lot of potential. I just think they're neat! (djservo's "Bros" story with Joaquin and Sergio has given me some Arun and Jesminder content but I need more!!!!)

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Hey my favourite Kelvin writer 🥰

I really love your analysis (and of course all the stories you write) of Kelvin and I was wondering what type of music do you think Kelvin listens to? And what style of clothes would result from that?

I have this idea (or more like a wish/obsession) in my head that he'd listen to rock and metal 😏 maybe not death metal but at least some metalcore and, probably due to me being a Rockabella irl, I so wish for Kelvin to listen to some nice classic and 50s rock while maybe dressing up slightly into that direction. You know those jeans, converse sneakers (or boots) and maybe a tight white t-shirt combined with a leather jacket or something cuter like a white shirt, suspenders and a bow tie. It would look so cute on him 😍

What are your thoughts on this? I'm so curious 😁

Hello Raven! The amazing writer Raven uwu a honor! ♥

Do you want me to analize and do THEORIES? AGAIN? I sadly can't do that now... I'm actually too busy to OK HEAR ME OUT

I fully damn agree with you and is fully my headcannon. With the 0.5% of what we can hear of the music he is listening on the helicopter, it have a rhythm more inclined to the rock side, specially since we can listening what it seems to be the drums. Also, as a metal head myself, we can't literally don't listening some rock in a place so metal as a fucking helicopter, I mean, come on, is like say that you love candies and you don't eat one in a trip. Also there is nothing more metal and rad and punk that just listen rock in a middle of a mission as you give 43 fucks about the orders?

He is like "pfff orders? I will see what the fuck I do on land, let me smash this blast against my ears OMG I'M DEAF NOW, what they said about don't hear metal too high to not break my ears was TRUE!"

He seems like rock- punk rock for me, probably some metal in his hard days, specially glam metal like Motley Crue. He also seems to have a (very obvious) soft side, so I guess, in his softie days, he would be listening soft rock, some Queen and Bowie, and full romantics guitars songs country style to which he would fully want to badly slow dance with his SO.

And I think he would secretly likes 80's Disco. I mean, he have the face of someone who drink a beer more of the usual and end crying af and half bad singing Total Eclipse Of The Heart by Bonnie Tyler. Kelvin is the kind of dude who play (badly) to be a hardcore but sing "I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world ♫" with the headphones at max, vacumming the living room, dressed in dark colors with the pastel color apron of his wife/partner.

Kelvin is the kind of dude who will say that certain pop song is too mainstream for his taste but will have it hidden in an album in Spotify. He would pretend is too metal punk pure blood but will have a favorite reggaeton, and he will love it, and dance it hidden in the bathroom as try to twerk to the mirror.

He would listen a variety of genders because he loves music, but he would never confess it because he have a hard appearance to maintain (even when he is a softie, but well, mostly of the most metal punk heads are fucking softies).

And clothes? SAME, VERY AGREE. Early rock style, very Travolta style (I think he would be a mega fan of the movies of the young Travolta, like Saturday Night Fever and Pulp Fiction). Specially if is in a "playfull party mood".

I think he would normally wear something cool and chill, but definitely with a leather jacket like:

In lazy/ too busy to be cool days, he would be pretty basic: hoodie and done, move on. But his wardrobe would be the most basic boring color palette, like, boy would have 25 shades of grey, black, dark blue and brown. A miracle is find something dark green or even red. Boring ass. Jeans, jeans jeans jeans... baby you have only jeans??? (he would say no and pull a pair of the most basic black pants ever)

He would totally have ONE good fancy jacket like this and will be the most formal clothes he can have (before jump to full wedding/funeral black suit that he would have because being militar he would totally assist to way too many funerals)

So... YEAH lmao I again get lost in the theories XD Was super fun tho! Thanks for the ask! I love you a tooooooooooon ♥

By the way, this kind of random crap would be also his style. Funny random unexpected trash that he would send you a Saturday at 2am because is drunk but is thinking about you.

[adultswim2021]

Space Ghost Week

Wherein we cover an entire season of Space Ghost Coast to Coast over the course of a week

Space Ghost Coast to Coast #50: “Hipster” | November 7, 1997 | S04E17

Hey! It’s another one of them conceptual episodes of Space Ghost that will likely leave you cold. In this one we see the return of Chad Ghostal, the evil version of his brother Tad. He has a goatee and a swingin’ personality. He has guests The Millionaire from Combustible Edison and band leader Sam Butera, the originator of “Just a Gigolo” popularized by David Lee Roth. 

Combustible Edison is a somewhat forgettable novelty band that got a surprising amount of play in the 90s. Their music can be heard in the film Four Rooms and the trailer for The Truman Show. They were a self-described “Tiki Band”. The Millionaire’s interview is a definite low-point for the series. But: DID YOU KNOW: HE USED TO BE COOL??? In the 80s he and Liz Cox (also of Combustible Edison) were in a lightly-ironic post-punk trio called Christmas, and they were fantastic. “Vortex”, their final posthumous record, is a masterpiece and should be listened to immediately after you get done with this post. Okay? Promise me. Anyway, Combustible Edison is not for me, and I often derisively refer to them as a “Viva Variety act” to… well, myself, mostly. 

DVD Note: This one features a music replacement: Sam Butera sings a few bars of “Just a Gigolo” and it somehow wasn’t able to be cleared for the DVD release, so they dubbed over it with… I don’t know what. I’m guessing that’s somebody from the Space Ghost staff signing a made-up song in a falsetto.

MAIL BAG

I only know BooBooKitty from something Jason Mewes said in one of the Kevin Smith movies. I think Jay and Bob Strike back?

I remember when he said that. It pissed me off. Man, that movie, it really did blow. I was a mega Kevin Smith fan and that movie was so grating. Dogma and that really were like, my Star Wars prequels that I had to pretend to like.

looks like he done did more than flirt with disaster, if ya know what i mean

Can I also come clean here and admit that I legitimately really liked Silver Linings Playbook? I think people were down on it only because it was nominated for Academy Awards. Like, it was an above-average Hollywood romantic comedy with Bradley Cooper doing an impression of Brody Stevens, and I respect it despite whatever other flaws it might have. Also American Hustle might be the biggest gulf between GREAT TRAILER and BAD MOVIE I’ve ever seen. That whole movie felt joyless and rushed to me, but man, that trailer made it look incredible.

[fr1d4y-wr1t1ng]

Alternatively Attractive <3

Woo okay! I decided to combine these lovely requests into one request because I feel like they're very similar (and you can decide whether or not reader leans more goth or punk)

Now as someone who dresses alt *rubs hands together* this is my expertise. And my first Eduardo request!! Yess!! I might add Jon and future versions of the main 4 but we'll see ;).

Request: Yep!!

Genre: Romantic headcanons!

CW: None I can think of other than Foul Language!!

Characters in Post: Edd, Matt, Tom, Tord, & Eduardo.

Description: You love your boyfriend, you really do. But sometimes the clash of your looks can really... make you look weird. But don't worry! At least your boyfriend doesn't judge you!

Edd:

HE LOVES YOUR STYLE SO MUCH ITS UNREAL.

Like, genuinely, he could gawk and stare at you and what you wear for hours.

And of course, if you wanted to dress him up he'll... occasionally allow it. He doesn't believe he looks nearly as good as you do but it makes you happy so it makes him happy too.

And like the musician s/o rq, HES BLASTING YOUR MUSIC ALL THE FUCKIN TIME.

Like genuinely, it's not exactly his cup of tea, but he listens to it ALL THE DAMN TIME.

He just loves that your music makes you happy, and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't indulge you in that?

If you ever took him to hot-topic, of course he's going to try and get you to look at ‘cute couples merch’

He'll try to get you to buy ANYTHING like chokers, anime tees, plushes, hell even pins!

He wants to make you happy, and if your fashion-style and way of living is what makes you happy then so be it!

Matt:

He does like your fashion sense, don't get me wrong here.

But he could do without all the dark... shades.

Like, he just wishes for a hot more variety with your outfits.

If you let him style you, he still is able to keep the mostly “alt” look, but still able to add that pop of color that ties the entire outfit together.

And if you style him, he may put a bit of his own twist in, but otherwise he's so happy with what you chose, he looks amazing (as always)!!

If you also make music, like Edd he loves to listen to it, even if it isn't exactly his cup of tea.

And of course, he tries to sing along to your songs as well, even when he doesn't know the meaning of it he still sings because it's just so pretty!!

If you also play guitar, he definitely wants you to play songs for him like, all the time.

“y/nnnnn~? Darling?” “yes Matt?” “can I ask you something...?” “...go on?” “pleeeaaassseee play for meeee pretty pleeeaaassseeee” *sigh*

But when you do, it makes him the happiest boy in the world!! He just loves watching as you pluck each string and strum so casually... how your brows furrow in focus how your eyes focus on your own hands and your own music.

It so... beautiful to him. It genuinely feels like there's hearts in his eyes when you play.

And when you write a song about him, it's all he can talk AND think about.

“My s/o wrote a song about me! So take that!”

He loves your fashion and your music so much! Even if he wishes it had a bit more variety to it... he still loves it so much!

Tom:

Oh so you're alt as well? That's so pog.

Oh he's definitely going to try and get you two to match all the time.

But like... secretly.

Like you're wearing a corset because you thought it was cool? No way!! He's wearing a corset too! You're wearing a hoodie and your wearing bracelets? No way!! Same!!

He loves the way you dress, it makes his heart all soft that you guys look so similar.

And yes, he makes you match checkered phone cases with him. That's the only thing he forces you to do.

He also attempts to fancy himself up a bit when in your presence. He just wants to make sure you look good, and he doesn't wanna embarrass you in public.

Oh and if you make music... prepare for Tom and his bassist antics.

You two are CONSTANTLY making music together, it honestly can get a bit annoying to the other three to constantly hear you two making something.

Oh and he'll play your songs on Susan for you, if you some of his on your guitar.

He'll constantly parade around the fact that you two are musicians and play music together.

And he'll rub it in Tord’s face that both of you are together.

He's just so happy to be with you, though he'll never tell this to you to your face. Like ever.

Tord:

Like Tom he's constantly parading around the fact that you're his s/o, and no one elses.

He's just so interested in what you do!! And what you wear!! It genuinely intrigues him that your style may be so... out there? I guess?

He'll start attempting to dress very similarly to you, and when you two go on dates. He'll defienently be asking for your advice.

Who can blame him? You're like a fashion god compared to him!

And if you make music, whoo boy prepare for a lot of erm... distractions.

Yeah Tord tries to distract you anytime you do anything with your band. I'm talking unplugging your guitar, yelling for you, etc.

Anything to keep your attention on him! He wants to be the inspiration for your music, the reason why you sing and write and play.

He wants to be the only thing you can think about while writing, and distractions is just one way for him to do that.

If you do actually write a song about him, he's flaunting that shit around like cash.

“Oh you like this song? Well, it is about me... so of course you should!”

And he can get a bit... jealous when others take his song and apply it to their own love lives. This is about him not some other stupid couple!!

But all in all, he loves you so much. He though he can be a douchebag, he's still such a simple for you it's unreal.

Eduardo:

He thinks your style is gloomy as shit. I'm talking like, so gloomy that he calls you “thunderstorm” because that's how angsty he thinks you are.

But if you were to dress him up, oh now he's in love with the style.

He'll 100% start indulging you in your angsty looks and your chokers and etc.

He wants to see you get dressed up in clothes he bought you, 1. Bc he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous. 2. Bc he's kinda possesive and will rub it in Edds stupid face.

Of course, if you also write music, he'll tease you about it like all the time.

...but that doesn't mean he doesn't listen to it. He does. On a regular biases. But he still teases you for your music.

And when you play him your songs, he'll quietly sit there and admire you. He'll watch with quiet intent while you go on playing another chord.

He genuinely loves seeing you play, but of course he'll call your playing “shitty”. But you see right through him. That bastard.

And if you write a song about him, get ready for that shit to be on loop, 100% volume blasting towards Edds house.

You honestly question how the neighbours haven't gone deaf yet due to Eduardo.

He'll rub it in Edds face that he has a song about him and how Edd doesn't and that makes him better than Edd.

And of course, he'll occasionally throw out a compliment about the way you look or how your music is actually good or whatever.

He's not a total asshole, yk?

[thenukacolachallenge]

some random things about my stranger tanger ocs bc i feel like it

-Dee and Danny both tend to call everyone by their last name, since that’s common in military spaces, and they’re military brats. Eddie likes to joke that he knows he’s in trouble with Dee when she uses his first name bc of it, at least at first. it becomes more of a “i know you’re being serious when you use my first name” thing, and once they start dating, Dee only calls him Munson when they’re joking with each other.

-both of the Davis kids also listen to a wide variety of music, Dee especially. Danny’s favorite is easily loud and heavy music like punk and metal, but he listens to most genres of music. Dee listens to a little bit of everything, she loves music in general and she’s just as likely to listen to punk or thrash metal as she is to top 40 radio, or even old 20′s and 30′s era crooners(her dad is a huge fan and it’s something they’ve bonded over before), as well as classical music. Eddie and Dee like to tease each other about their musical tastes, and Eddie and Danny have a (mostly)playful rivalry about if punk or metal is a better genre.

-Dee has a unique relationship to Hopper compared to the other Hawkins cops. Unlike Powell, who she doesn’t care about, and Callahan, who she hates and thinks is an idiot, she can see Hopper is more perceptive and just, generally better at his job than the others. That doesn’t mean she likes him more(at first anyways), but she knows she has to really watch herself around him. The first time they meet, it’s so she can pick Danny up after being arrested for vandalism. Mr. Davis(the kids’ dad) is busy at work, so Hopper arranges for her to come get him. They have a brief conversation about Danny’s behavior, and Dee, seeing Hopper’s bracelet and semi-correctly assuming he has a daughter, plays up the “dutiful but quiet daughter and sister who just wants what’s best for her family” shtick she does to cops, in order to keep Hopper from putting Danny’s arrests onto his permanent record. It works, and Hopper agrees(so long as as Danny doesn’t do anything especially bad, like hurting people) so that he can get into a good school and eventually become an EMT. Hopper is in for a rude awakening come season 3 when he finds out how Dee really is lmao.

-Dee gets a temporary job at the town arcade at some point, and immediately becomes good friends with Max Mayfield, with both of them being girls in groups of mostly boys who love video games. She’s very protective over the younger girls in the Party in general, taking Max, Eleven(for the brief time they know each other), and Erica under her wing when the others are treating them differently or unfairly. she also tries to give them life advice when she can.

-Dee knows the Hellfire boys fairly well even before anyone from the Party joins them. She knows Eddie well enough as-is, since she buys drugs from him, but it’s not until Danny comes to visit Hawkins and meets Eddie, and subsequently joins the group, that Dee really gets to meet them. It’s a long-running tradition among the siblings that Danny is the more extroverted one, and that he always brings Dee along with his friends, regardless of if she wants to or not. Gareth, Jeff, and the others are of course nice to her, but mostly they’re intimidated by her, since she’s always very terse and short with everyone, making it clear every time she’s dragged along that she doesn’t want to be there. Eddie, of course, knowing how she really is, sees through it, and both he and Danny are glad she’s having her version of fun with them. She’s also been forced to sub in on a few dnd sessions, but she’s not good at the game and it’s never gone well. they try not to force her to play if they can help it.

-Danny plays a lot of different instruments, including guitar, drums, bass, and piano. He teaches Dee how to play bass so he always has someone to have a jam session with. Eventually, once Eddie and Dee start dating, he starts teaching her how to play guitar, using his dumb acoustic “This Machine Slays Dragons” guitar. He eventually gets her a guitar of her own, planning to gift it to her for her birthday or a holiday, but the events of season 4 happen before he gets the chance. The guitar survives said events, having been hidden in the backseat of Uncle Wayne’s truck, since if it was anywhere in the trailer, Dee would have found it easily. Wayne gives it to her after she and Dustin break the news to him about Eddie’s death. (Thanks Tara @chadillacboseman for this extra-sad one!)

-i’ve mentioned it a few times, but Eddie is the first friend Dee makes in Hawkins, and really one of the only friends she has that she’s made on her own, outside of Danny’s attempts to help her on that front. She’s very reserved at first, being used to being on her own, but Eddie’s incredibly good at breaking down other people’s walls and adopting them into his little cavalcade of freaks and misfits. the moment where he really starts to break through the walls she has put up, is during the events of s1. Dee is secretly a big, emotional softie, and seeing that there’s a kid in town that’s missing makes her very upset. She also sees Jonathan putting up missing posters for Will, and it hurts her heart, makes her think about how she’d feel if it were her and Danny in that scenario. She joins the scouting teams to try to find him, and when the news breaks that his “body” is found in the quarry, she cries all night. Eddie sees her at school the next day, looking visibly miserable, and pulls her aside, basically insisting that she comes over to hangout after school, so they can smoke and drink and listen to music to try to make her feel better. It ends up working, and Eddie finally gets a glimpse of her real personality underneath, which makes him happy too.

-During that same hangout session, Eddie mentions that he and Uncle Wayne rarely do anything for the holidays outside of simple gift-giving. This bothers Dee, and she decides to bring them Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners for each respective holiday. She swears it’s not a big deal, she’s used to making enough for four + leftovers anyways(she always cooked the holiday dinners, since both her parents are disasters), so it’s easier to just make it the same as usual and bring them the extras. Both Eddie and Wayne are super touched by the gesture, and it ends up becoming a yearly thing.

-Danny is gay. prHe’s pretty closeted about it, being a teen in the 80′s and all, but Dee knows and accepts him as he is(she’s bi but doesn’t realize yet). He ends up getting a boyfriend at some point in the later seasons! i need to do more with this.

-Dee, despite being kind of plain fashion-wise and not being very popular around town, has had a  few guys try to hit on her before she ends up with Eddie. Billy, when he firsts moves to town and before he really gets a feel for the social hierarchies at the school, tries to start up a conversation with her after seeing her wearing a t-shirt of a metal band he likes(much like how Eddie and Dee bond when they first meet), but Dee is not interested, being able to sense the douchebag energy he radiates lmao. Keith also tries to ask her out while they both work at the arcade, and she’s at least a little nicer when turning him down. As well, Fred Benson, member of the school newspaper and eventual victim of Vecna, once asked her to a school dance. Dee is incredibly confused every time it happens, considering she’s never shown interest in any of them.

[dreamties]

Slashers W/ a Punk S/O

T/W- q*eer is used a few times- in a positive, self affirming kind of way. But I can add other trigger warnings if needed. :)

A/n- Literally no one asked for this, but I wanted to make more HCs like the soft pastel one...so I just went wild and made them. 

I included a little bit of punk culture into this as well, because it’s not just about the fashion, but since there’s such a vast variety within punk culture I mostly stuck with my experiences in the community, and some bits and pieces from documentaries(mostly live footage from “The Decline of Western Civilization”).

Characters: Billy/Stu, The Lost Boys, Norman Bates, Michael Myers

Will make one(s) for Brahms, Amanda, Helen or Daniel if asked

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

so early 90s, the Riot Grrrl movement emerges

bands like Bikini Kill, Bratmobile, Heavens to Betsy or Sleater-Kinney

it’s a very female-powered oriented movement, but I notice that a lot of minorities tend to be drawn to this music and community (LGBT folks, people of color, etc).

both boys, and yourself, being outside of the norm and all (polyamorous relationship, gay/bi) are sort of drawn to it!

and sure there’s a lot of really great queercore/homocore bands, and there’s probably a good LGBT+ punk scene out there somewhere, but in a little town like Woodsboro? Hell no. Sticking with this fem punk movement, while again mostly a space for women in music- it’s the most accepted the three of you have felt outside of you’re relationship. 

you’ve always been pretty into the music, stuff like Dead Kennedys, Black Flag, or the short-lived Germs- but it wasn’t until you stumbled upon Riot Grrrl that you really got into it. 

the music, making zines about local-ish political issues(probably not so much Woodsboro stuff, more Cali in general and neighboring towns) and a few ones with queer themes and hand-drawn illustrations of your partners, and DIYing all your clothes

since you’re so experienced with DIYing your clothes and sewing on patches, you’ve helped repair the Ghostface costumes on numerous occasions. they kind of adore this(Stu is the only one that will- and does, frequently- admit that)

Let’s face it, the three of you do everything together- but you especially enjoy when Stu tags along for thrift dates. 

he’s the more fashionable one, and he makes the whole experience more enjoyable- cracking jokes and just being his all-around goofy self.

Woodsboro is a very little town, so they don’t have much...but they do have a few small stores- usually you’ll make a whole day/date out of it though. driving to the next town or so over, since they have more stores and a better selection, and spending hours looking for cheap, old t-shirts, belts, clothes with funky patterns. heading out for pizza after.

Billy’s more likely to get into the music and everything with you(he’s kinda,, angsty, no offense to him)- will definitely go to shows with you.

just- imagine Billy in ripped jeans. and he’d have like one or two patches sewn on to it- one of them is your all time favorite band, and the other is a band that he found on his own time, and actually really enjoyed.

Stu is dragged along with you guys, you can’t just leave him at home- he’s gonna feel left out and sad. :(

He’s mostly there to keep y’all company- he really likes the energy of the shows though!

the two of them are such a chaotic duo though, so much so that you have definitely been kicked out or banned from a few venues. all for varying reasons. good grief these men can not be tamed.

The Lost Boys

as we all know, these vampires are total punks. so they’re gonna appreciate having a s/o who’s also into that whole scene.

How you meet:

you’re a baby punk, and it’s your first show ever, and you look so nervous. you’re dressed up in pretty plain clothes, a single homemade patch for your favorite band barely hanging to your jacket side(you were mid-way sewing it, when you realized you were gonna be late if you didn’t leave asap).

it’s a few local bands, ones you’d never really heard of really. you look anxious. but when they start playing? you look so unapologetically yourself, you’re so in the moment dancing- it’s completely mesmerizing to the boys. the music isn’t even that good, but you seem to be having the time of your life.

they greet you after the show, and you’re a tiny bit flustered- cause gosh, heck, they saw you. dancing. so embarrassing. 

David is the one that introduces himself and the group, and initiates conversation. Dwayne’s a pretty quiet guy, so he just listens to what you have to say. 

Marko’s pretty excited about you, and initiates in some small conversation, he may have complimented your little patch(Marko- patch jacket KING, complimenting your jacket?? more likely than you’d think) 

and oh, oh- Paul is out there being a total chatty-cathy, and is absolutely bombarding you with questions. like, okay, Paul is pretty talkative, but the other vamps are a little worried that he’s scared you off. and you had seemed so cool :(

you end up pretty engaged in your convo with Paul though, even if all the attention is overwhelming. He ends up snagging a date for the five of you the following week.

once you start hanging out/dating:

y’all just hit it off so well those first few days. they all love how sweet & shy you are- but also how much of a badass punk babe you are.

Marko helps make your patch jacket(collecting ones for bands you enjoy, how to make your own, sewing them on, etc). you probably could have done it w/out his help, but my gosh- you weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Marko gets really soft around you sometimes, since he doesn’t really do this activity with anyone else, it’s saved for you. 🥺🥺

Dwayne likes listening to you talking about the local scene(outside of the shows you go to- mostly about stuff he can’t attend, protests and meetings during the daylight.)

all of them(especially David) are very protective of you. I mean, generally. but also when you go to shows. they let you do whatever the heck you’re gonna do, but the mere second that someone even thinks about starting shit w/ you?? well, y’know. those vampire instincts kick in.

the four of them obviously share a lot of similar tastes in music- but they all have different favorite bands, & fave parts of the community. which, they can’t even fully participate in,, but it’s okay.

they, individually, introduce their favorite bands to you. and they get it in their head that oh, they said they liked it. they must like it as much as I do. and awkwardly coming out to the four of them, as they argue about your favorite band, “Well, actually- this *insert band they’ve never heard of or barely listen to* is my favorite.” and their just kinda like, oh, okay. please tell us more about them. 

so it’s sorta like,, you’ve been learning all this cool knowledge from them, now you get to share cool knowledge with them.

idk. I think it’s cute. 💕

Norman Bates

so first off- let’s just pretend Psycho was in at least the 70s/80s for a moment. because realistically- the punk subculture didn’t really exist back then.

baby boy is absolutely fascinated by the way you dress (mother is less thrilled though)

imagine your jacket is getting a bit weathered, and needs some repairs- so he helps you to sew edges closed, and make sure the patches aren’t on too loose, etc

he enjoys hearing your stories of all the past shows you’ve gone to. you always get so excited about them, and he finds that so endearing. But he pretty much leaves the actual punk scene to you because of these stories.

he was already worried from the stories, and made sure you were well prepared for any trouble every time you left for a show.

but one time, you were able to get him to join you. never again though. he was so nervous!

the music was too loud! and he could hardly understand what they were saying- it was so confusing!

you stayed with him most of the night, standing near the back, holding his hand. he’d gently bob his head to the music occasionally. 

but you accidentally found yourself swept into the crowd, but you looked so blissed-out in the moment, that he figured it would be okay for you to dance* over there for a little bit...right?  

*Norman is still unsure if you’d even call that dancing.

Thankfully, nothing bad happened in the mosh pit.

you gotta give him lots of attention and reassurance afterwards though- you almost scared Norman half to death D:

He’s happy enough helping you out and listening to you though- and that’s okay for you, too. you still love each other lots, even if this particular interest doesn’t overlap.

Michael Myers

he thinks you’re outfits are pretty interesting. 

he’s a little worried at first, when you start experimenting with putting things like safety pins in your ears. cause like- that’s not supposed to be in your ear, Y/n, what the fuck

if you make zines at all, Michael really enjoys watching you make the illustrations for them(not that he’ll admit to it though), and helps to find newspaper and magazine clippings to incorporate into the spreads.

you always show michael the final booklet before distributing it

he doesn’t talk a lot, so he doesn’t ask questions- but he often does the little head tilt once you give it to him. since he’s not very privy to current events, and a lot of your zines are political, you spend a lot of time explaining them in depth.

he has no use for any of this knowledge, but he listens on, intently.

Important note:

dear god do not bring this man to concerts and local shows with you.

it is a nightmare, to say the least

Michael is sort of,, emotionless sometimes, doesn’t really care for people at all, and if he does? definitely not in the same way most people do. 

so imagine combining that part of michael, the fact that he’s also a giant stabby man, with super loud, energetic- almost aggressive- sounding music and a bunch of strangers that aren’t respecting any personal boundaries. 

you need to keep him at the back of the venue- lest your local scene may go missing.

[boognish-worshipper]

Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz

[moonbeambucky]

Hey Neighbor (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2686 Warnings: none unless you count awkward/cringeworthy moments

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: This is a slow burn people so sit tight! A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira​ Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 2 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

You paced in your apartment for a few minutes, debating what you should do. The gift card was a lovely gesture but you can’t accept it, Bucky is a stranger even if he’s your neighbor, and even though he inconvenienced you it would be wrong to take this.

But then again, maybe he really meant no harm at all and it would be rude not to accept this. It certainly would be put to good use.

All of these thoughts raced through your mind as you walked the length of your apartment. The walls truly were thin and you knew Bucky was home, meaning if he heard you come home then he knew you had the gift card. Was he expecting you to thank him?

Fuck it, you’re going over there. You went to the bathroom to make sure you looked alright. You aren’t sure why you cared so much but you quickly brushed your teeth and dabbed a bit of perfume on your pulse points. With a final look at yourself in the mirror you put your phone in your back pocket, grabbed your keys and the gift card and shut your door.

Your teeth were clenched as you made a fist and knocked at Bucky’s door, holding your breath as you heard him shuffle towards the door to answer it.

“Y/N, hey!” Bucky seemed surprised to see you.

His hair was loose, falling on his shoulders. The blue of his t-shirt brought out his eyes, even in the dimmed hallway lighting.

“Hey Bucky,” you replied easily, as if the words fell naturally from your lips. Holding up the gift card you smiled and Bucky mirrored the gesture.

“I see you got it.”

“Yes, thank you. This was really sweet but honestly you didn’t have to do this.”

Bucky lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck, exposing part of his waist as his shirt ran up. Your eyes couldn’t help but catch the deep V line sculpted on his body, making you unconsciously lick your lips. As Bucky spoke you lifted your eyes to meet his again.

“I felt really bad. I didn’t mean to be a shitty neighbor. I’m not really used to this.”

“Having neighbors?” you asked with a giggle.

Bucky smiled. “Not ones so close.”

“That’s the city for ya,” you said awkwardly, looking everywhere else except Bucky.

“So listen,” Bucky began, clearing his throat. “You just got back from class right? If you wanted, how about I make you a cup of coffee? I definitely owe you a lot, even more than the gift card.”

The thought of having coffee with the embodiment of sex on legs made your knees wobble. You politely said you couldn’t impose.

“You wouldn’t be. I was about to make a pot myself, I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

There probably should have been more insisting on your end, saying that you couldn’t come in because you also have a lot of work to do but somehow your mouth had a mind of its own as you agreed to coffee.

You wanted to keep things light, and so as you followed him inside you joked, “How do you get any work done with all that music?” but the moment you stepped into his apartment you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

Bucky’s apartment was a mirror of yours with his bed and couch placed in the same spot against the wall, though it felt smaller with the dark taupe covering the walls, but what really made things feel cramped were the instruments scattered all over the apartment.

Several guitars were hung along the brick wall with a variety of amps on the floor. A large keyboard was laid out on the trunk that served as his coffee table in front of a black leather couch. An electronic drum kit sat beside a large desk, with wires attaching to a device beside his computer.

“Music is my work.”

You were stunned into silence, feeling completely stupid for asking him to not play music when you were home. You wanted to turn around and go back to your apartment where you could shake away the cringey feeling that rooted itself into your bones.

“Ohh,” you managed to squeak out.

“Yeah…” he trailed off, baring his teeth for an awkward smile at your revelation. “But don’t worry about the sound, I went out earlier and got headphones.”

Bucky turned to hold up a bag from the floor and you recognized the name of the professional audio shop.

“I never needed them before. My old landlord had lost most of her hearing so my music never bothered her.”

Bucky turned to the small kitchen counter to start preparing the coffee. He hadn’t offered you to sit, not that you saw a chair, so you stood watching his shirt cling to his muscles as he reached up to open the cabinets. They were different from yours, their honeyed tone showing a little age but not old by any means.

He pulled down a small coffee maker that was clearly made for a single person. You’ve already had more cups of coffee today than that tiny thing can produce in a sitting. Bucky was an obvious bachelor, even if you didn’t know about the revolving door of women you could see it in the way he kept his place.

He had been here just over a month but the apartment looked as if he had been settled in for years. Beside the bag he previously held up were others filled with things that hadn’t been put away. His bed wasn’t made, but the dark blue comforter was mostly strewn over the mattress with just the corner pulled a little too low.

His TV was opposite the bed on a dresser whose bottoms drawers hung open, with a bunched up shirt preventing the middle one from fully closing. Things weren’t dirty, it just needed a good tidying. Behind you was a large bookcase, with each shelf overstuffed with books and graphic novels, loose music sheets spilling out from the top, a few Funko Pops and some other knick-knacks.

“Milk and sugar?” he asked, turning around as one hand gripped the handle of the refrigerator.

You nodded with a smile as you continued to observe his apartment. Above the couch was a large framed poster of the movie Psycho and briefly recalling the conversation you heard this morning you really hoped he was actually talking to his mother.

“Shit.”

You turned around to find Bucky watching you stare at the poster, though his eyes moved to the couch.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked you to sit down,” he said, apologizing for his manners as he moved the keyboard off the trunk and on to his desk. “I don’t usually have people over.”

You both know his statement was a lie; he has people, women specifically, over every night but what he meant was he doesn’t usually entertain.

The couch scrunched under his weight as he sat beside you, handing over a mug of steaming coffee. He warned you it was hot and so you held it as the ceramic heated your skin before placing it on the trunk. Bucky had done the same and so you felt comfortable enough to do so as well, even though asking about a coaster would have been just as simple.

“So you mentioned you’re in school. What are you studying?”

You were aware of how close his knee was to yours as he turned to face you. Nerves made you grab the cup of coffee first, sipping on the still too hot liquid before answering.

“I’m going for my MSW. I’m nearly finished too, I just have this last class before I somehow have to fit a ton of hours for an internship into my schedule which is a little difficult to figure out.”

“You work full time too, right? It must be hard doing both.”

Bucky’s blue eyes were focused on you, deeply staring into your own. All you could do was nod your head in response. He was enchanting, clearly a great listener; it’s no wonder he can charm the world into his bed.

You fell into a conversation about Stark Industries and how you came to work there, going to school part time as you worked to pay the rent.

“It feels like I’ve wasted so much time because of the road I had to take. I keep picturing myself at the end, finally graduating, knowing all the stress and sleepless nights were worth it.”

Bucky watched as the passion you had for social work poured off your lips. There was something deeper than wanting to be handed a diploma, he could see the fire burning in your eyes that you had for this field, something you left unsaid.

“I’m sorry, again, if my music kept you up and distracted you.”

“No, I’m sorry Bucky. I was rushing to class this morning and I probably could have said things in a better way.”

You shared a quick smile with him, bringing the mug up to your lips to mask the way your cheeks wanted to stay pulled tight to cement the smile on your face. Staring at Bucky made you feel giddy and warm all over.

You suddenly realized how long it’s been since you’ve hung out with a man that isn’t Steve. With all your school work keeping you busy you hardly had any time to notice what was missing in your life, not until now where you felt butterflies fluttering away in your stomach. Wow, you definitely needed to get out again.

“So you said music is your work, what do you do?”

Bucky tipped the mug back to finish the last drop of coffee, before smoothing his fingers over his lips.

“I’m a composer actually.”

Well that was unexpected. You definitely judged Bucky too quickly, with the loud music and louder women. Without seeing him you figured he was some punk in a band, who stayed up all night and didn’t give a shit about his neighbors because he wanted to live out the party lifestyle of a wannabe rock star. But as Bucky explained you found out he was so much more than that.

From a young age he was musically gifted, picking up melody and sounding it out by ear as he sat in front of the piano. His mother Winifred had also played and taught him what she could until Bucky’s enthusiasm for playing outgrew the time and knowledge she had to teach him. She and his father George hired a piano tutor who noted how talented Bucky was, especially for a young child.

Bucky’s ambitions grew as he wanted to learn more instruments, guitar, violin, percussion.

“I can’t do horns,” he joked, not having the patience to practice proper breathing for the brass instruments.

Bucky has been composing music since the days you were pining over boy bands, selling his first work to a commercial for an international airline.

“Wow, I feel like the biggest asshole for telling you to stop.”

Bucky chucked at your admission, “It’s okay Y/N, really. I should have realized I’m not in Long Island anymore. I promise to use the headphones for every instrument that I can.”

“Thanks Bucky,” you smiled, sighing a breath of relief although you still felt embarrassed. While trying to lift the weight of guilt you somehow made it worse. “I’m sure our other neighbors would appreciate that too.”

Bucky’s face twisted with concern. “Shit. Have they complained too?”

Your palms covered your face as you shook off your stupidity. Why was this man making you say all the wrong things?

“No, not in a bad way,” you tried to convince him. “Have you met Clint? A bit shorter than you, dirty blond hair.” Bucky shook his head back and forth. “You must have seen his fiancée then, beautiful redhead, Natasha?”

Again, Bucky shook his head. “Well they live above you.”

Bucky cringed at the thought. If you heard all the noise they certainly have as well.

“So it’s actually kinda funny…” you began, telling Bucky that Clint takes his hearing aids out when he was playing. “They’re both really nice, you should say hello if you see them. Plus now I can tell Clint I won our unofficial bet.”

Bucky’s head quirked with curiosity. “Well, he called you the Guitar Hero,” you admitted, watching a smile form on Bucky’s face.

“I don’t just play guitar,” he said proudly.

You smirked, “I know. That’s why I was calling you the Music Man.”

Bucky’s hair blanketed his face as he tipped his head forward to laugh at your nickname. When he sat up again you noticed the crinkles around his sparkling eyes, and the way he smiled from ear to ear showed off perfect teeth, beautifully bright against the beginnings of dark stubble that started to fill in along his jaw.

Butterflies swirled around your stomach like a tornado as your heart rattled against your chest. This sensation was bubbling up the longer you stared at Bucky. Why were you feeling this way? You couldn’t distract yourself, not with a man, especially not this one.

“I get it now, the walls are thin,” he stated, still shining that beaming smile.

Your brain jolts to life again, as common sense starts to combat the small army forming to defend your developing crush. Your brain wins this round however, as you remind yourself the noise wasn’t just about the music.

“Oh yes they are. Our beds are on the same spot on the wall,” you said, raising your eyebrows and widening your eyes to infer what you were talking about.

Bucky’s cheeks blush a deep shade of pink with embarrassment. “Oh… I’m….” He’s too nervous to apologize for what you both know you’re referring to.

“I wear headphones to sleep to drown out the noise.” Great, just keep making it worse Y/N. “But on the bright side, the banshees all sound like they’re enjoying themselves.” Nope, that didn’t help at all.

Fear of saying something even worse had you quickly fumble up an excuse to leave, telling Bucky you had a paper to work on so you thanked him for the coffee and practically ran back to your apartment, dreading every future interaction you would have with him.

Later that night Bucky opened the door for a woman who swayed inside with determination. He offered her a beer and with lust in her eyes Dot licked the neck of the bottle before bringing the top to her lips. Bucky turned away, shuddering with embarrassment at how hard this girl was trying.

He knows what she wants, what they all want but Bucky hasn’t believed in relationships for a very long time. It’s something that works for other people whereas he enjoys the physical connection; release your needs and move on.

Bucky wished he cancelled tonight. He felt… awkward after you left. It made him shift his bed forward a few inches away from the wall. He didn’t realize just how much his entire presence has affected you.  

With his arms caged beside Dot’s head he moved above her, thrusting his hips and checking to see that the bed didn’t touch the wall as his motions rocked it. Her nails dug crescents into his back as she began to cry out in pleasure. Bucky forced his lips against hers, an action she felt in her heart but Bucky just wanted to shut her up, hoping you hadn’t heard her.

Shutting the door behind Dot who begged to stay Bucky went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his heated skin. His reflection stares back at him but he doesn’t want to look, wondering why his mind has been wandering to places he doesn’t want it going. He dries his face, letting the towel hang over the sink as he shuffles back to bed, staring at the wall for a few lingering moments before he turns over and hopes sleep will come quickly.

PART 4

[shemakesmusic-uk]

Getting To Know...

Sandman Sleeps.

Floridian band Sandman Sleeps’ debut album, Crisis Actor, is effectively a “best-of” culled from a decade of songcraft. It’s an arresting, singularly evocative and authentic expression inspired by Pixies, Kate Bush, Talking Heads, and Tori Amos, yet not sounding like any of these–or anyone else.

The record’s dynamic arrangements and vocalist/guitarist Cristina Peck’s glacial, borderline Bjork timbre lead by the hand rather than beat over the head. There’s a subtle yet insistent power of suggestion in its soaring melodies, lurking basslines, and shape-shifting guitars. Pictures are painted as much by words’ sound as their literal meanings. Crisis Actor knows no boundaries and never panders, instead letting us run with its emotional hints to our own destinations, different on every listen.

We had a chat with Cristina all about how the band came to be, more about the making of Crisis Actor, future plans and more. Read the Q&A below.

Hi Cristina! How are you? For anyone reading this that may be unfamiliar with Sandman Sleeps’ music, please give us a bit of background on the band.

“Hello! Doing well, thank you. The band in its current form began March of 2020 when the four of us began to play together. Originally, the concept of Sandman Sleeps and a few of the songs began in 2009 with my sister, Alex, and I jamming in our home practice space/ garage with our friend (drummer) Gavin McAlexander. The old Sandman never got a chance to play live shows. We had about seven songs we had written and they had this raw post punk feel. It was exciting times creating them. I was 20 and Alex and Gavin were 15, I think we were a band for about 6 months before we split off into our different musical projects and other interests again. Then in 2019, Alex and I revived our old songs performing them live essentially for the first time at an open mic in West Palm- and then it was on! We were looking to form a full group and began the drummer quest. We played some shows and recorded two of our older songs with drummer, multi-instrumentalist and producer/engineer, Tom Haller. These songs titled, ‘Icy Jungle’ and ‘Your Specter’ are released on Spotify and all digital platforms as singles under Sandman Sleeps.

“Later in March 2020 we ran into some luck when Zack Jones (guitarist/vocalist who actually played a second guitar on ‘Your Specter’) joined the band and then introduced us to his good friend and drummer, Karsten Andersen. We found kismet between the four of us musically and personality wise as well. It’s been a lot of fun and a lot of work. Writing wise, I had accumulated a lot of songs I had written between 2009 and 2020 so we brought the ‘creme of the crop’ of those into the band and as well as the songs Alex and I had written together years back.”

You've just released your debut album Crisis Actor. What can you tell us about the record? We hear that it took a long time to complete! How does it feel to finally have your first body of work out in the world?

“It’s really very exciting! And yes, this record took a long time to make besides the fact that the songs were written over the course of 12 years- we had to switch studios a few times to find the right fit. The flow and sound made the most sense working with Nick Diiorio at Thunder House Studio in Ft. Pierce. Influence wise, we all really enjoy a wide variety of music and come from different musical backgrounds. For example, Karsten has played in mostly metal bands and also loves bands such as Missing Persons and Genesis, Zack for many years was the front man/songwriter of a popular Americana band, Gravel Kings, Alex loves rap music, besides 80’s hair metal and writes electronic music and makes beats. I love Tori Amos and Phantom of the Opera.”

Please take us through your songwriting/creative process for Crisis Actor. What did you love about it and what did you find the most challenging?

“Since the songs were written over the span of 12 years, the album veers pretty far from being a concept album, but there are recurring themes that may come up. As an album it works more as a dream world versus a chronological narrative. Process wise, some songs Alex and I wrote the music for together and some I wrote on my own, others we finished with the band. We’ve had a lot of time to sit with most of these songs and they have evolved also after being filtered through the other musical projects I have played in. What bonds the songs is the writing of everyone’s parts. We all have creative freedom in this department which creates the sound we have and also helps us learn from each other. The hardest part sometimes is figuring out stylistically what the songs should sound like. For instance, we play some songs on Crisis Actor pretty differently now as they’ve had more time to evolve. But this is inevitable and just makes live shows a little more exciting for us. Regardless, we are happy with the documentation of the ten songs on Crisis Actor.”

What do you hope fans/listeners take away from your music?

“I think for listeners to take anything away from the record in general would be considered a great accomplishment to us. Just to affect someone in some way even if it’s just for time they are listening makes me happy.”

Finally, what else is next for you? Will you be touring the record? If so, what can we expect from a Sandman Sleeps show?

“We do want to tour the record. Due to Covid we are just waiting to see what happens but plans for a tour are in the works. As of now we have been performing live at various venues on the east coast of Florida. We are very much a live band in all aspects. Live performance is probably where we excel best communicating whatever Sandman Sleeps is.“

Photo credit: Parisa Farbakhsh

[m34gs]

Since we both seem to be pretty musically oriented people, what kind of music do you think our favorite arrancar would enjoy most?💙💙 I meanwhile, Hueco Mundo is mostly probably silent, right?

What would Ichigo (or whoever) have him listen to first? How would he find out that humans sometimes just sit and listen to it and thats it? Would he like to do that? Would he come to like other musical activities?? 🎼🎼

Oooooh what a wonderful ask this is! I love it!!!

I think you're right. Hueco Mundo would be pretty silent. I mean, it's not like hollows really have a use for music.

As for what music he would listen to first...I think if he was hanging out with Ichigo, they would end up listening to some rock. Like, I really can picture them both enjoying rock music. Of course, initially, Grimmjow is hesitant because what the fuck is this kurosaki are you trying to kill me with noise???? But then he starts to warm up to it and even enjoy it. And when he finally decides to look up some on his own (maybe he steals Ichigo's computer for a day, or maybe Urahara has one he can borrow, who knows...lol) I think he would fall down the rabbit hole and end up listening to punk rock and metal. And he would love it. There is something so instinctual about the heavier sound of the music, it hits the emotions he is so familiar with: anger, grief, frustration, overthrowing an asshole...one of these is not quite like the others... Also I just love the idea of punk-rock Grimmjow (piercings and tattoos included!). Anyway, I really have a few songs I think he would listen to that fall into those song genres: (I'll include links in case you haven't heard them and want to listen) (warning for loud music/contains screaming)

- Wrong Side of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch

- King for a Day - Pierce the Veil ft. Kellin Quinn

- Wash it All Away - Five Finger Death Punch

Now, those are the kinds of songs he likes when he and Ichigo spar or, on certain days, go to the human-world Gym. (Personally think Grimm would love the gym. He gets to show off his strength in front of strangers? Compete with Ichigo in various ways? And look at himself in floor to ceiling mirrors while lifting? Hell to the yes. Grimmjow is proud and a bit self-centered.)

But I also think that one day, he's just chilling with Orihime (because yes, they should be besties in my not so humble opinion)and she's like, "oh I'll put on some music and we can just relax". And Grimmjow is like "...relax? wtf does that mean". And he's expecting guitar and drums, because that's what he's used to. What he doesn't expect is for Orihime to put on Moonlight by Yiruma. But when he hears it, it reminds him of the solitude and serenity of staring out across the sand dunes in Hueco Mundo, during the times when he didn't have to be afraid. It's peaceful, it's soothing. And that's how Grimmjow starts to get into piano and instrumental music.

He keeps digging and digging. Listening to music like he's going deaf and wants to hear every piece in the world before he can't.

Eventually, he stumbles across Lindsey Stirling's violin cover of My Immortal. He's heard the original, even heard some good covers, but I think he would find the violin version especially pretty. There's something in the way the melody goes that really touches on the dark inner feelings of desperation, loneliness, and longing. Those are feelings I'm sure he knows and understands well, and I think the lack of words in that version connects to him even more because it's like he can put in his own words, his own thoughts. It's powerful. He likes it. He starts to listen to her other covers and original songs, and finds he enjoys the variety, particularly the dubstep stuff. It's fun but beautiful at the same time, and hearing the violin like that always brings him back to My Immortal and the emotions it made him feel.

And that, my friend, is how I think Grimmjow would end up being into dubstep violin.

As for musical activities, well I don't think Grimmjow would have the patience to take lessons on an instrument, especially as the results can take lots and lots of practice and might not be noticeable right away. He strikes me as someone who very much has to see his progress. Though, with the right motivation (impressing - I mean beating a certain substitute shinigami) I think he could do it.

I think concerts would confuse him at first, because why would humans want to stand in a crowd with other weird smelly humans and listen to music when they could do it in far less claustrophobic conditions? But his first time in a mosh pit might change his mind :)

Thank you so much for the ask, that was fun to answer! I hope I answered your question thoroughly, but let me know if you have more thoughts or want any clarification!

[thehippaes]

The worst of Bangers - playlist

Spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2ZZ3PEFfGCqNIVWUVpFt9t?si=4842722153114449 Intro Unbearable narcissist that I am, I was thrilled to see that Isaac Asimov’s Foundation was being adapted into a big budget straight-to-the-internet TV series not because I honestly thought it would be any good, but because I hoped it might finally vindicate one of Bangers’ most (perhaps unfairly?) maligned songs if a few more people consumed the source material that it was an extremely concise precis of. As it happens I’m proper enjoying the series, faithless as the adaptation is - incorporating both emotions and women (two of my favourite things) neither of which were really even hinted at in the books. This train of thought, the fact that Small Pleasures turned 10 earlier this year, and my realisation that I find most of the Bangers back catalogue to weigh heavily on my creative soul as well intentioned but badly executed trash, led me to create a Spotify playlist called The worst of Bangers and write this accompanying blog to revisit some of the most forgotten, dismissed and/or reviled deep cuts. Before I start, these songs are included for a variety of metrics, often because they have a noted down-turn of listens on Spotify compared their album position. That’s not a great metric for a band who split up before Spotify achieved the godlike ubiquity that it now enjoys, but c’est la pomme de la terre. If you can hum any of these songs just by reading their names then you’re doing better than me 3 hours ago. Asimov When Bird was released, I remember several people telling me that this song shouldn’t have made the cut. I got the impression that some people thought it was a joke that didn’t sit that well on an album that was mostly dwelling on depression and suicide, and some others thought it was just a bit shit. Exactly nobody told me that they understood what I was getting at, so for the sake of posterity I’ll explain what it meant to me. Foundation – as I see it – is a musing on humankind’s repeated inability to learn one of the most universal lessons. The story begins with the fall of the Galactic Empire, and each subsequent generation confronts a crisis which requires rejecting the philosophy of the previous generation. Each time, the ruling forces adamantly refuse to realise this – rigidly adhering to the most recent philosophy - until one character tricks them into it and saves the day, thus ushering in a new age. I find the prescience of this to be one of the most depressing facts of human existence, and something I was wallowing in at the time, hence the song. Listening back I think the chorus is great, and Andrew’s weird bass slide in the middle is a joy. Vibrate This song is undeniably cool, but every time we played it people stared at us like we were stupid. I think it’s the emotional pay-off for Bird, after such a miserable time it’s just an acceptance that probably the healthiest thing to do is to accept defeat and plod on ignoring all the glitzy wiff-waff and intriguing mysticism in the world. This is the Bangers song I still sing to myself when I’m doing really practical DIY like building shelves. The truth that I’m more of a practical ox of a guy than an ethereal waif has been one of the healthiest realisations of my life. Stressful Festival The only thing that I ever heard said about this song was that it sounded ‘like Bangers’ on an album that largely didn’t. I think that’s bullshit, Bangers very rarely played this kind of classic on-the-beat punk vibe. Two interesting facts about this song: 1. I remember writing all the guitar riffs in Berlin after playing with De Cracks in the Ramones Museum and their Ramones-core translating much better to acoustic guitar than any of Banger’s music did. 2. While recording I puked in my mouth singing “sick to death of every one of you” and swallowed it again before coming in for the last chorus. If you listen really hard you can hear it coming up. A Quite Different Coastline In amongst the fairly weird Crazy Fucking Dreams album, this song performs especially badly with people who aren’t in Bangers. I think it rips, but Spotify figures confirm a proper dip compared to the rest of this album. I just don’t know what’s wrong with people sometimes! Bad Jokes Someone in Austria told me to my face that this song was too boring, and we pretty much stopped playing it after that. I think it has a janky song structure, and the nearest thing to a chorus it has (none of the songs on Crazy Fucking Dreams really have a chorus) isn’t that catchy, but I think the song is OK. I can confirm that nobody ever shouted for us to play it live. The Nick of Time OK, here’s a proper deep-cut. It’s the first B-side from the Blind Hindsight single, and I couldn’t remember anything about it before listening today. I remember we cut it from Crazy Fucking Dreams because it didn’t sit well with the other songs, but on reflection it really carried the core message that I was trying to get across in that album. Namely that history forgets just about everybody, so why should we feel obligated to be interested in anything that’s mainstream enough to be remembered. I suspect that the lyrics are not that relatable, but they’re a good diary entry for me to remember the first person I ever watched die. Log Jam Second B-side. I believe we only ever had two B-sides. We recorded this in our practise room in Exeter, and I seem to remember we tracked it back to front with the piano first and drums last. Maybe Hamish was at work until late or something. This is the song to drag out if anyone tries to tell you Bangers were just a gruff punk band who sounded like The Menzingers. I think there’s a weird time signature change, and that’s probably not because we were trying to be clever if you know what I mean. A man like Jack McCall This is named after the guy who shot Wild Bill in Deadwood. I loved that show, but at the time I knew I was much more a drunken cowardly shit-heel than any of the heroic (or at least stoic) characters. It was on the Good Livin’ EP which I find mostly unlistenable because of some very sketchy guitar playing. This was the weird plodder at the end which we probably played live a handful of times and then realised that nobody really wanted to hear it and it wasn’t that fun to play. Every night’s a date night On the subject on not being fun to play, this song was always a pain. Something about the timing at the start just baffled Hamish, so we ditched playing it as soon as we had enough songs. However in my mind this is one of THE archetypal Bangers songs, it’s got that lolloping, on-the-push rhythm, not a normal power chord in sight, and three quite distinct sections without anything approaching a chorus. Small Pleasures is definitely our most listened to album on Spotify, but where some of those songs really defined how Bangers were perceived, this never really landed. The Love Nest I straight up laughed out loud today when I saw we’d called a song The Love Nest. I couldn’t remember anything about it until I listened to it today for the first time in years. We played this a lot when we were relevant to the DIY scene in about 2011, and I think people used to sing along. It’s included here because I fully forgot it existed. There was a positive vibe (when no one was left alive) + Walking on the ground These two songs make up the Last Songs EP (single?) that we just about managed to release in time for our last ever show. I think we’d decided to split up by the time we recorded them, but I wouldn’t put money on it. I don’t know if we ever played Positive Vibe live, which is a shame because both songs are great. I think the album that these songs were meant to become would have nailed a good mix of dirty pop that we were aiming at in that moment. We probably would have messed it up though. Outro After I put this playlist together I went and listened to Challenger – Give people what they want in lethal doses as a pallet cleanser. I heartily recommend you do the same. Go and support Andrew and Kay’s new doughnut shop Future Doughnuts in Bristol, and visit Hamish in Cambridge. I’m doing fine. Roo

[papasbabymommyslittleone]

ik this is mostly a little blog but whats everyones music taste like? when like. big i mean 🍄

Hello dear toadstool!! I tend to listen to a wide variety of music - right now me and Vee are listening to a nostalgic mix, there's a lot of NSYNC and Britney Spears - but I suppose I listen to anything with energy! I do love listening to disney songs and tracks from my favorite musicals when I want to perform along to them, but when I'm working or just need a distraction or background noise I'll play anything that's upbeat with solid vocals! Marina and Harry Styles have been my most recent choices!

Patton listens to a lot of country music and folk stuff, and he sings along ALL the time which is actually really nice. Vee pretends not to like some of it when he's big but he definitely does when the itty bitty baby's Papa is singing them to him awwwww - 👑

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He's insufferable. But uh usually I'm all about pop punk - y'know my chemical romance, panic at the disco, paramore, that kinda stuff. but there are a few other songs i like that don't really fit into that. i like a bit of indie rock, like bright eyes and the smashing pumpkins.

Logan listens to a lot of classical music but I've heard rap music coming from his room too which was a bit unexpected but i guess it makes sense since he's so big on word play. pretty sure he will listen to anything with poetic lyrics too because he doesnt mind when i play bright eyes when we're hanging out.

right now listening to nineties music is a lot of fun, but we gotta keep it quiet because the other two are asleep.. - 💜

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Yeah it's like 3am... whoops! I would say don't tell Logan but uh, I think we've doomed ourselves a little with posting on the blog 😳 - 👑

[voidcat]

of Pamphlets & Bass Guitars

– Prologue

Characters: Oikawa Tooru/Reader

Genre: lowkey enemies to lovers, punk au, feminist reader

Word Count: 1.2k 

A/N: That’s what happens when I listen to Bikini Kill at 2am and pretend I don’t have any finals left. This au is for Nicole & I. Watch me get rid of the ugly Seijoh pants;)

Pants (chapter 2)

Life for Oikawa Tooru is good. It must be.

Going to Aoba Johsai with his best friend, playing volleyball and winning matches, being everyone’s favorite… All fun and games for sure. His life is good but that doesn’t mean he is satisfyed, pleased, fully content with it. Always looking for something new, for a change, for a course of actions.

Life in Aoba Johsai is never still, never stable. That’s mostly thanks to none other than Oikawa Tooru. Admired by many, avoided by few, gathering attention no matter what. Be it crossing the dress code on a constant, starting debates whenever he gets a chance, showing very little care or respect to the school administration, the list goes on.

Long story short, being a typical, text-book bad boy and getting on your nerves whenever he crosses your mind, not that he is on your mind often.

Your life Aoba Johsai is good. Keeping a low profile, attending classes, spending time with the few and dear people you call friends, longing for more, wanting to fight for more.

It doesn’t even take much for the change. Not when the social norms, the society are filled with issues, not when people normalize behaviors that should not be excused. It’s not even a matter of being a victim or being on the receiving end; it’s all just a matter of having a conscience, common sense and a heart.

Seeing boys being disrespectful and excluding towards anyone they seem ‘inferior’ is the fuel, their friends excusing these actions lights the first spark.

You start one by one. Gathering courage to speak up in class is difficult at first, not even the teacher believing it at first, the students talking amongst each other as you speak; but it gets easier each time. With gained experience, comes confidence and that’s what one needs to keep eyes glued on them, you soon find out.

Next thing you know, you’re debating with a classmate, a little too loud. If yelling and a primal act of dominance is what will make him listen to an opinion other than his, then so be it: a yelling contest.

That’s how it starts, with baby steps. Still wanting to lay low, you choose to fight with words: With a short article, the topic is not even that big of a pressing matter, it’s more on the pop culture side. You know it will be read, if it gets published, that is.

Article by article, soon enough you have a column of your own. Writing under a nickname, accepting questions once in a while, choosing variety of topics to discuss and to point out. The feedback is more than you foresaw, it keeps you motivated in a way.

That’s how you meet Seiji. Going to the school’s newspaper once in a while to submit an article or two, times spent waiting for the head editor are dreadful. Standing with a binder, nothing else to do but wait wait and wait. Seeing how tense you are, he approaches you one day, making small talk and keeping both of you occupied until the wait is over. He asks about the articles one day, some days he talks about a music album recently released, always providing a distraction when most needed, soon enough you two become friends. You submit the articles directly to him after a while, not bothering to wait for someone who cannot take 5 seconds off to take few pieces of paper.

Debates in class and writing articles turn into more short after. Having someone to discuss topics, actually looking for more ways to interact with people, educate them if needed… Seiji offers publishing some of your articles in his father’s newspaper one day. Not as frequent as the school paper but at least one per season. You kindly decline the offer but this gives an idea for pamphlets and a handmade fanzine of sort.

One by one, step by step, getting more and more active each day life is just starting to be interesting for you.

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It’s not even that often for Oikawa Tooru to cross your mind.

You don’t share classes, you both have different group of friends, you don’t go around tailing him, he doesn’t go around debating with you. Not leaving the classroom much, you don’t even see him, only the squeals of girls remind you of his existence once in a while but that’s it. You two have never interacted before and you intend to keep that way.

Deciding to have your lunch outside one day, a book in one hand there you are. There’s a group of girls not so far away from you talking and giggling about god knows what.

You get an answer to that, like it or not. Talking, more like ranking, the boys in sports teams. “And what about Oikawa-san? Ah, he’s such a bad boy.” A girl says a bit too loud, probably fake-fanning herself as she speaks.

Then suddenly, the squealing starts. Right when Raskolnikov was about to commit the crime.

“Tsk. Now now girls. Thank you for the compliments but you’re mistaken about one thing.” A new voice fills the air, calm and collected, sounds a little smug too. You realize you’ve never heard Oikawa Tooru talk before.

“Oh, is that so? Apologies Oikawa-san! What is it, can you tell us?”

Looking up from your book to watch the scene few meters away from you, you can see the cheeky grin he has on. It’s as fake as the sickeningly sweet voice the girls are using in his presence.

“I am not a ‘bad boy’-“ he makes air quotes as he spits the two words. “-I am punk.”

Oikawa Tooru? Punk? Like he would know the first thing about punk.

“Oikawa-san! What is punk?” The girl seems genuinely curious. You wish you could just walk up and give a proper explanation to her, maybe a brief history and meaning of punk, just like she and he movement itself deserves.

Oikawa starts strolling, changing directions and taking turns. He stops in front of a garbage can.

Clank. Kicking over the can with a kick a tad too furious, he points at the knocked over can. “See? That’s punk.”

Is he serious?.. He cannot be serious. Rolling your eyes with a huff, you try to find the last sentence you read. Your eyes are more focused on somewhere else though.

The girl who spoke to him first walks over to another nearby can and imitates him. “That’s punk?” with a hopeful look in her eyes and in her voice she asks.

“No, that’s just trendy.” His voice flat now. He almost sounds disappointed.

The confused expression on the girl’s face makes the scene only sadder, more pathetic.

Is that seriously a reaction to give after pulling off a cheap trick like his and getting bummed out that the girl imitated him? Who is he to judge?

Turning his head and waving over to someone “Oh, Iwa-chan! Wait up!” he spares the girls one last glance. “That’s my cue to leave now. See ya!” With that, he is gone.

And with that, you decide you do not like Oikawa Tooru. He is nothing but an arrogant, punk wanna-be. You hope that was the first and the last time you find yourself in the same surrounding as him. Oh how wrong you are.