#or the same with paramore and hayley williams

[petalsfordany]

Paramore - All I Wanted (THAT NOTE edition)

Rod Laver Arena, Melbourne, 30th November 2023

[silent-partner-412]

people are mad at hayley williams that she said at a show “i love my gays, i love my dykes, the only people that aren’t allowed at a paramore show are bigots and pieces of shit” because, god forbid, she said the word dyke and that’s a slur.

all i can say to this is i wish people would channel this energy into people that are clearly harming the community instead of a woman who has been an active ally for years now. the fact that it seems to be more important to say the right words instead of meaning the right meanings in leftist spaces is slowly but surely driving me insane.

[sunset-motel]

Get to know your mutuals:

Tagged by: @neon-mutt

Favourite colour: It changes but I've been on a real deep green kick the last few years; love a Phthalo, a Forest, Olive etc.

Last song: Thick Skull - Paramore

((Sorry, but Paramore is, and always will be the band for me, every era has been important to me due to life circumstances and timings etc.)) Honorable mention goes to f5ve, who I listened to in excess while learning to mod originally. As well as many additional songs I have on rotation while driving around in cyberpunk, stuff like F*Me by Shygirl and Yseult is always a good vibe to drive through Night City to. Currently reading: I don't really recreationally read these days outside of like the odd fanfic, but due to studies I tend to read a lot of queer academic pieces and books.

Currently watching: I'm technically 8 seasons into Grey’s anatomy, though on a break and not sure if I’ll pick it back up as I did some damage going ham with it. (It also got a bit harder to watch as the cast rotates more, character attachments be damned...) Recently watched season 1 of High Potential, which I enjoyed and will be watching season 2 when it releases, it was an easy watch while I was in a weird head space.

Tea or coffee: The Brit in me has to say Tea to maintain my citizenship but I do like coffee, but it has to be sweet and hot, no bitter or iced coffee for me. Are we counting Boba Tea in this category though? In which case it wins outright, no contest.

Currently craving: Anything with cinnamon, or unrelated, nachos at any given moment. Tagging: @wraithsoutlaws , and/or anyone who wants to do it, I don't really have a gauge on who may have done this already. lol

[kneehighcrocs]

hello hi i wanna make some kind of. introduction post that nobody will read bc im bored of my pinned post reminding me how long ago the owl house ended so

- hello again i am pk (DOESNT STAND FOR PISS KINK. IVE GOTTEN THAT SO MANY TIMES) im a non binary asexual lesbian and i use they/them/any pronouns. i rly do not care what u call me. any words r fine 👍

- my fav shows r yellowjackets, arcane, the owl house (i miss it every day and I Need To Rewatch), oitnb and like eighteen others that im forgetting

- my fav bands/artists r paramore + hayley, mcr, fob, boygenius + their solo music, chappell roan, beach bunny, sleeper, the cranberries, slipknot and the crane wives (i am also forgetting others for sure)

- games i play r splatoon, minecraft, fortnite (specifically festival) and various zeldas. can u tell i only have a nintendo switch ☺️

- other games i like but have barely played/cant play r utdr, tlou, fnaf and again more that have vanished from my brain atm

im (pretty recently) diagnosed w autism which i am very proud of bc it took Fucking Ages and i finally have smth down on paper and i might be also getting assessed for adhd who knows

i sometimes post my art and rants abt my shows (mostly in the tags of anything i rb)

some other miscellaneous hobbies i have but dont rly post abt r rubiks cubes, playing guitar, staying up until 3am writing self introductions on tumblr, collecting cds And Also Rocks, cleaning my glasses (i take it very seriously) and piercings. i also rly genuinely enjoy grammar and spelling

i cant think of anything else to put but i definitely will once i actually post this. im gonna go back and sprinkle emojis everywhere so this isnt one boring slab of text that even i myself wont bother re reading. goodnight faggots

[gregmarriage]

it’s officially december 1st, only one more month of this hellscape!

[vampylily]

HAYLEY

[sendmyresignation]

fall out boy does not get nearly enough shit for putting an ukelele ass song on save rock and roll thereby expediting the process by which acoustic/ukelele ballads infected post 2013 music in "the scene" (which lbr barely existed at this point) like they have blood on their hands

[ivysangel]

when evanescence comes on shuffle i start jumping for joy. amy lee the woman you are!!

[popgirlshowdown]

the tumblr pop girl showdown and it's the same but there's 96 more artists so it's not

ROUND 1 LINEUP

billie eilish vs naomi elizabeth: NAOMI ELIZABETH taylor swift vs nicola roberts: NICOLA ROBERTS lady gaga vs hannah diamond: LADY GAGA rihanna vs namasenda: RIHANNA sabrina carpenter vs isabella lovestory: SABRINA CARPENTER ariana grande vs nicole dollanganger: NICOLE DOLLANGANGER dua lipa vs kilo kish: DUA LIPA sza vs pussy riot: SZA shakira vs rebecca black: SHAKIRA adele vs brooke candy: ADELE lana del rey vs natalia kills/cruel youth: LANA DEL REY katy perry vs cheetah girls/3lw : THE CHEETAH GIRLS beyoncé/ destiny's child / the carters vs kelela: BEYONCÉ miley cyrus/ hannah montana vs lindsey lohan: MILEY CYRUS doja cat vs hemlocke springs: HEMLOCKE SPRINGS olivia rodrigo vs bree runway: BREE RUNWAY chappell roan vs lauren jaureggi: CHAPPELL ROAN charli xcx vs arca: CHARLI XCX camila cabello vs slayyyter: SLAYYYTER ellie goulding vs sky ferreria: SKY FERREIRIA halsey vs allie x: HALSEY britney spears vs sophie: SOPHIE madonna vs loona: MADONNA tate mcrae vs chloe x halle: CHLOE X HALLE selena gomez vs monaleo: MONALEO kesha vs japanese breakfast/michelle zauner: KESHA rosalía vs muna: ROSALÍA megan thee stallion vs shygirl: MEGAN THEE STALLION ava max vs hilary duff: HILARY DUFF anitta vs paris hilton: TIE cardi b vs janelle monae: JANELLE MONAE becky g vs fka twigs: FKA TWIGS mitski vs hayley kiyoko: MITSKI natasha bedingfield vs caroline polachek: NATASHA BEDINGFIELD christina aguilera vs rina sawavama: RINA SAWAYAMA nelly furtado vs flo: NELLY FURTADO jennifer lopez vs björk: BJÖRK raye vs rico nasty: RICO NASTY mariah carey vs solange: MARIAH CAREY avril lavigne vs tommy genesis: AVRIL LAVIGNE zara larsson vs princess nokia: PRINCESS NOKIA tini vs girls generation: GIRLS GENERATION whitney houston vs poppy: WHITNEY HOUSTON maria becerra vs ethel cain: ETHEL CAIN tyla vs fiona apple: FIONA APPLE florence welch/florence & the machine vs baby tate: FLORENCE WELCH dolly parton vs azealia banks: DOLLY PARTON gracie abrams vs robyn: ROBYN young miko vs st. vincent: ST. VINCENT kim petras vs haim: KIM PETRAS haley williams/paramore vs nessa barrett: HALEY WILLIAMS kacey musgraves vs ashniko: ASHNIKO amy whinehouse vs tatu: AMY WHINEHOUSE lorde vs donna summer: DONNA SUMMER clairo vs ayesha erotica: AYESHA EROTICA latto vs janet jackson: JANET JACKSON julieta venegas vs renee rapp: JULIETA VENEGAS beabadoobee vs addison rae: BEABADOOBEE cyndi lauper vs grimes: CYNDI LAUPER céline dion vs victoria monét: CÉLINE DION pinkpantheress vs villano antillano: PINKPANTHERESS carly rae jepson vs red velvet: CARLY RAE JEPSON kehlani vs diana ross: DIANA ROSS emilia vs aaliyah: AALIYAH gwen stefani/ no doubt vs doechii: DOECHII blackpink vs maggie rogers: BLACKPINK tinashe vs lily allen kylie minougue vs thalía madison beer vs saweetie little mix vs selena ludmilla vs marina diamandis/ marina & the diamonds tove lo vs elyanna laufey vs rita ora melanie martinez vs bad gyal aurora vs phoebe bridgers/ boygenius spice girls vs tokischa fergie vs normani willow vs cher lizzo vs flo milli kate bush vs pussycat dolls

[cyb3r-st4rz]

Ghouls casually enjoying music because it’s frustratingly easy to get burnt out as a musician - by a burnt out musician

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Dew

I think Dew 100% loves metal. He enjoys playing it in his free time as well. In my head he listens to the classics like Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden and Motörhead. Rain shows him some more obscure sounding bands like TOOL tho and he loves them, always adds two or three songs to his playlist.

His fav Ghost album is Opus Eponymous

Rain

Goth queen. Noone can tell me otherwise. This guy discovered Bauhaus and never looked back. He doesn’t like playing guitar all that much, his main instrument is definitely Bass so that's what he plays in his free time. He prefers listening over playing in his free time tho.

Fav Ghost album is Meliora for sure

Phantom

He enjoys metal but prefers rock. He learns just about every riff that exists on his guitar. His music taste is a wild mix that was inspired by the rest of the ghouls. He prefers playing and just likes to listen to some music when he does chores and stuff. Some of his favorite bands are Metallica and Green Day

He likes all Ghost albums but his favorite is Impera

Swiss

His playlist is like 15 hours long because he has a super broad taste in music. He’s the kinda ghoul to walk into a music store and just pick out any CD with no regards to the genre. I think he and Dew listen to Black Sabbath together. He also really likes System Of A Down. He prefers singing but occasionally plays a really old acoustic guitar he probably got from Alpha.

He also enjoys all Ghost albums but he mainly listens to the Ep’s

Mountain

First of all. the man plays classical music in the greenhouse for the vibes. Generally I think he likes more grunge stuff. I think he loved Dave Grohl in Nirvana and is now a Foo Fighters fan. (do u guys know the dave grohl x ghost lore? In my head mountain met Dave Grohl and was really excited) He also definitely plays drums for fun in his free time. He loves his instrument.

He likes Prequelle and the Popestar ep

Cirrus

To me she’s a mix between Rain and Dew. She likes melodic stuff, metal or rock doesn't matter as long as the vocals are basically angelic. Her and Cumulus dominate karaoke with Bring Me To Life by Evanescence. She also likes playing classic stuff on piano as a challenge but to relax she prefers singing.

Listens to Infestissumam and If You Have Ghosts religiously.

Cumulus

Loves Fleetwood Mac. That one Silver Springs live performance is her roman empire. Generally speaking the same as Cirrus, as long as the vocals sound angelic, she’s in. She sings 24/7 especially during chores.

She likes to play Impera on piano and listens to Meliora a lot.

Aurora

She had a Brat summer. Blasts Ayesha Erotica all day everyday. Had a Riot Grrl phase and still has some songs on her playlists. A lot of Paramore too, fucking adores Hayley Williams. She loves to sing but in an endearingly annoying way.

She walks through the den doing the Kaisarion intro scream.

[heartbreakfeelsogood]

911 characters x 2000s “emo” bands

my apologies for how fall out boy focused this is but i would lay on railroad tracks for fall out boy so. you know how it is. qualifications: i’m a twenty-something year old who wears all black, dyes their hair way too much, and listened to infinity on high three times today. let’s get into it

maddie

i was going to start with buck but to talk about buck we need to talk about maddie. she was big into emo music. fob/mcr/paramore/panic/pierce the veil/etc etc etc. any big emo band you can think of was being listened to by one teenaged maddie buckley. hayley williams was her bi awakening. she definitely still listens to them, especially in the car or while cleaning. unfortunately i do think there’s a chance she identifies as a swemo (swiftie emo) 😔

buck

he was introduced to all of the big name emos by his big sister. i literally think all this man listens to is current top 40 and 2000s emo. he tries to stay away from panic and 21p because of. well. everything pissboy brendon and those two other guys have done. but he does still have all of a fever you can’t sweat out on his long car rides playlist. i think when he was running from home he listened to a lot of mcr for the angst like three cheers was on repeat but also he was crying to the slower infinity on high songs. because i can’t not make this about fall out boy. any time adult buck is worried he offended a woman i think he puts on paramore. that sounds worse than i meant it to. but also like yeah i think he’s trying to cancel out possible misogyny 😭 he loves all the current music being put out by fob and paramore and foundations by mcr. like, he listened to so much (for) stardust the day it came out i think

eddie

this is from under the cork tree by fall out boy’s number one fan. i know teenaged eddie had that cd on a loop. he was also probably an a fever you can’t sweat out fan. he likes paramore in the way that everyone likes paramore. i feel like for eddie it was much more chill than it was for the emo buckleys but he liked the popular stuff and angsted his way through his teens with the same few emo albums. he was listening to lots of classic rock as well probably

hen

okay this could go one of two ways. one: she only knows singles. sugar, mmrs, helena, black parade, misery business, still into you, sins not tragedies, etc. two: lesbian in love with patrick stump. i said what i said

karen

lesbian in love with patrick stump.

chimney

definitely only knew singles but then he met maddie and was so in love he listened to her playlist(s) and now he’s able to sing along with her in the car or while doing chores :)

may

listen. we’re like the same age. i know how this story goes. in middle school save rock and roll by fall out boy came out. she said wow. she listened to folie. she said wow. she listened to infinity. she said wow. so on and so forth. BIG fall out boy fan. i might be projecting but mind your business. she listened to the “emo trinity” + paramore because the internet told her to. she’s punching the ground every time she sees a picture of hayley williams. she has big forehead brendon memes saved and started a rumor he’s typhoid mary. HATESSSSSSSSS 21p’s racist asses. probably a little in love with ryan ross. back to fall out boy she LOVES post hiatus music and hates when people only think stuff from before 2010 is good. she was in the trenches for young and menace and could kill a sunshine riptide hater with her eyes

bobby

“i don’t listen to that stuff” he says while listening to fall out boy in a dad way (what does this mean? it means he has my songs and centuries on his workout playlist)

athena

ravi

he’s a fan of all the big albums. infinity on high + riot + a fever you can’t sweat out + welcome to the black parade. i don’t think there’s any particular band(s) he leans towards but he’ll listen to them all and he’s vibing when someone puts them on

josh

may would talk about fob at dispatch and he’d be like oh yeah i know fall out boy. but he only knows like. thnks fr th mmrs. she was talking about stardust and he went “they still make music?” and may walked away

[reasonsmandy]

Avoiding Me

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by 2 anon — hiii i was wondering if you could write a eddie roundtree x fem!reader where she’s in a different band kinda like paramore and is very hayley williams coded??

Request for Eddie round tree with a mix of the prompts 25 and 33? Pls and thank youuuu

✧.* summary — During a record label festival you and Eddie get into a "conflict"

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 1.5k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Hope you guys like this one, I found this couple so lovely...

You bring the microphone close to your mouth once again and repeat "Testing testing” paying attention to how your voice was sounding on the speakers. You give a thumbs up of approval to the sound manager and then turn to your band members.

You were currently the lead singer for one of the big rising bands on Teddy Price's record label, In a few days the festival promoted by the record company would take place to celebrate 20 years of the company and you were working hard to provide a good presentation for those who were attending.

Festival days were stressful, for you the stage was the moment where more than ever you had to prove your talent and that you were capable. The other members of your band noticed this and even though you weren't very close, they were trying to calm you down.

“Hey rockstar.” Dan, the guitarist, calls for you. “What about we take five, uh?”

“You know I can't, we don't have much time.” You protest, taking in air to sing, but he takes the microphone from you. “Really?”

“I promise you, just ten minutes.”He insists again.

“You said it was five.” You laugh, crossing your arms against your body.

“Hey Y/N, I think you'd like to see who arrived.” The band's drummer, Elijah, calls out to you, quickly heading towards the backstage.

They knew very well where to attack to persuade you, curiosity was certainly one of them. You look at Dan to see if he had any idea what this was about, but he just shrugs, so you decide to go after him.You take off your jacket and throw it on the drum chair without worrying, entering the corridors that gave quick access to the more mechanical side of the festival.

You bump into several people in a hurry and stressed, trying to find your partner among them, but from the moment your ears caught Warren Rojas' euphoric laugh you knew why Elijah said such a thing. You think about turning around, but it was too late, they had already seen you.

“Look who it is!” Rojas exclaims, walking towards you and with that calling the band's attention to you.

Don't misunderstand, it's not that you didn't like their presence, you just wanted to focus on your work and with Eddie around it was always difficult. You see the figure of Roundtree smile at you, which immediately transports you to the first time you met.

…

Teddy couldn't have chosen a more complicated day to ask you for this favor, in your rush you were running the sound as quickly as you could in time to cover a band that had an unforeseen event and they weren't able to play. You were extremely stressed but you tried your best not to let it affect you, the crowd gradually filled up and you felt your heart galloping like a horse.

Eddie, Warren, Graham and Karen entered the bar and positioned themselves at the table closest to the stage. They would play after the band that was on stage, which despite being from the same record company they didn't know until then.

“Damn, they sound good.” Graham says, passing his arm around Karen's waist, hidden from his friends.

“Good? This is awesome!” Karen says, admiring the way you were leading the band and taking the spotlight without even trying.

She, and honestly, most people weren't used to seeing a woman star in a rock band, and that certainly caught the attention of Roundtree, who, with his mouth open, just watched you give yourself on the stage. You interacted with the audience, sang the song with your soul, spun around singing, without fear of hitting the highest notes. From time to time calling your friends to dance with you while performing.

“I want to be her husband.” Eddie says amidst the singing and noise around him, Warren looks at him holding back his laughter.

“Say what now brother?” He questions, arching his eyebrows provocatively.

“I want to spend my whole life by her side” Eddie speaks without taking his eyes off you, who now had his tongue hanging out as he felt the chorus emanating from the guitar solo.

“Slow down bro, she is too much for you.” Rojas says, patting him on Eddie's shoulder.

The clock struck two in the morning as you all rested in the dressing room, Teddy was giving feedback to the members but you were simply exhausted, all you wanted to do was go outside and smoke and calm down, so that's what you do.

You walk past Teddy, resting your head on his shoulder in silent thanks, heading towards the nearest door. When the moonlight along with your eyes illuminates your face, you think about how messy your makeup must be right now and run your fingers under your eyes to clean them.

You take out a cigarette while leaning your body against the nearest wall, feeling your pockets for a lighter that is not found.

“Fuck.” You exclaim frustrated, drawing the attention of the bass player who was smoking too.

He approaches you, making sure you notice that he is there, avoiding any type of misunderstanding. You smile small when he offers to light your cigarette, and you remain in silence for a few good minutes.

“You sounded good up there.” Nervous, Eddie says.

“Why thank you…?” You leave space for him to say his name.

“I'm Eddie, nice to meet you.” He says taking a drag on his cigarette, and after the blow he asks your name.

“I'm Y/N.” He smiles when you say his name, you roll your eyes. “I saw you play, you guys are really good. I'm glad Teddy found you.” You say with a small smile, and when you see your cigarette running out, you put it out on your tongue. Throwing it in the furthest trash can. “I guess I'll see you around.”

From that day on, Eddie started making a lot of effort to meet you at the record company, sometimes spending time there that wasn't even necessary. You guys had a break together talking about rock bands and the new arrangements you were looking forward to try, he always told you about the ideas he had or even showed you them.

He started bringing you coffee in the morning and then ran to the booth where his band was recording, and whether you wanted it or not, your most private and serious side melted away around him. Little by little you started to notice that you liked him, even a lot. What scared you, and that made you avoid him.

You clear your throat with a fake cough.

“Oh hey Warren.” You say to the drummer, who pulls Eddie closer to him, making him see better. “Eddie.” You greet him succinctly, turning around to shake it off.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?” Roundtree asks for you, you slowly turn around trying not to look so nervous, after all that's not what you usually look like.

“I guess I have a few minutes.” You say avoiding his eyes.

He guides you to the most secluded part of the lawn, you light a cigarette against the nervousness that was growing inside you. All you wanted was to kill this feeling that was growing in you, that's why you avoid his eyes all the time.

“Did I do something?” He says, actually worried.

“What do you mean?” You ask back.

“You've been avoiding me, did I do something that upset you?” He tried to reach out to you but you avoid it.

“I'm just really busy." You say, inhaling intensely on your cigarette.

“Come on, you're avoiding me!” He insists, you roll your eyes while fixing your hair.

“I have more things to worry about than avoiding you.” You say defensively, still watching everything but his eyes.

“And why don't you look me in the eye then?” He approaches you, you swallow hard, clearly feeling your legs give out. “Tell me the truth.”

“I have nothing to tell you Roundtree.” You challenge him, looking into his eyes for the first time and immediately regretting it.

“Don’t you?” He gets closer to you, his breathing could be felt by you, he sees you tense but when he slowly touches your waist you melt into his touch.

You frown, irritated. “"I have nothing to say to you.”

“I believe you do." He whispers, staring at your lips.

“What makes you so sure?" You refute his speech, taking a deep breath.

“Because you wouldn't be that nervous, I know you.” He says with a deep voice.

“Fuck you.” You say before kissing him.

He pulls you close by your waist, while your arms wrap around his neck, he kisses you back more intensely. You intensify the kiss, stroking his hair and feeling your connection growing more, He lifts you so that your legs wrap around his waist, hugging you tighter. When you both gasp for air he puts you down once again, your foreheads touching momentarily but you step away quickly in defense.

“So?” He says while smiling, you roll your eyes.

“So what?” You ask, still defensive.

“You're the most stubborn person I've ever seen” He says in one breath, and you can't help but laugh. “But fuck I love being thwarted by you.”

“Well, I'd love to do that more often.” You whisper, kissing his lips once again. “I'll see you later Roundtree.”

“For sure you will!” He saw you walk towards the stage once again.

...

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[sparks9793]

Just a funny and fluffy outtake

(Found this one from the Escape route universe and thought is was too sweet to leave there in my notes to die)

Sometime in early 2020 

He’ll admit, it was a low point. a moment of weakness. a moment he would deny if she ever asked about it. 

The Paramore and Hayley Williams playlist blasting out of the speakers as he makes himself a cup of coffee.  

It's just she had been gone for nearly four weeks and while his favorite trouble maker was due home tomorrow from her solo endeavors with Lindsey in Los Angeles and then the PFA promos in London, Taylor had reached a breaking point. They’ve been talking everyday but twenty-seven days apart was far too long in his books when he was so used to always having her around plus the time difference was catching up with both of them, their late-night phone calls turning into one-word sentences as they both drifted off and the curly haired man could admit that he just wanted her here, damnit. with him. Home. the home they’d moved into together to be together and now she was gone and he was alone in it with only the company of an equally miserable looking Alf that missed her just as much and that wasn't fair now was it? 

Taylor moves around the room to the beat he used to tap his feet along to when they were so young and things looked so different as he takes a sip of the fresh brew before putting it down to go grab his guitar from the bedroom when he hears keys in the front door, a muffled ‘Is me’ from the other side. The voice he's missed so much, the face he's dying to see and kiss in person. The curly haired man speed walks toward the door, racing to open it but she gets there first and there she is. His weary traveler, looking slightly worse for wear with her cap hung low over her blonde head, one large bag slung across her shoulders and a big suitcase following close behind. She must've overnighted to get here at this hour. For him.  

"what the fuck?!" He blurts out and she looks up, teasing smile instantly growing on her pretty face as Hayley locks eyes with the curly haired man, quickly putting her bags down and closing the door behind her. That favorite smile of his never leaving her face, that smile he had been seeing only through the phone or through grainy old stage videos Taylor watched late when he couldn't sleep. She was here. so caught up in staring at her that he didn't remember the music playing, both of them recognizing it at the same moment. Hayley’s head tilts back in laughter and his face is in flames. 

"oh my god - google stop. google stop" he frantically yells, trying in vain to get the music to stop but it simply would not listen, her younger voice blasting out the chorus of "Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars" Taylor tries to race towards the phone but she's somehow faster, looping an arm around his waist and pulling herself as close to him as she physically can, tiny body shaking with laughter as she goes on her tippy toes burying her head in his neck, breathing him in. 

"So this is what you do when i'm gone, then?" She asks smugly and Taylor twist in his hold, hand firmly on her hip while the other gently pulls her cap off, cold fingers running through her soft hair. Hayley goes right back to where she left off, kissing along the skin of his neck as he tightens his hold on her. "let your inner fangirl out?" 

"It was a moment of weakness." he grumbles adorably, though the way he wraps his arms around the tiny blonde and pulls her in gives him away. "You weren't meant to be back until tomorrow and I really missed you." 

"Missed me so bad but still haven't given me a proper hello?" She mumbles against his neck before pulling back to look at Taylor nearly pouting. The curly haired man brings his hands up to cup her face, taking in the bags under her eyes, the slight paleness to her cheeks, the way her green eyes are twinkling with mirth, that just for him smile not leaving her pretty face.  

"Hello," Taylor murmurs as he pulls Hayley’s face to his to meet her mouth. It's sweet, gentle pecks saying hello, I miss you, I'm happy you're here, lips only pulling back when she starts humming the next song against his mouth and he playfully shoves her away as Hayley giggles but she doesn't let him get very far, hugging him close as he wraps his arms around her middle once more and holds tight.  

He sways them back and forth, hand drawing up and down Hayley’s back as the song changes to one of his favorites ‘All I wanted’.  

"I’ve always loved this one" Taylor mumbles against her shoulder, feeling her sharp inhale as much as she can hear it.  

"It's about you, you know" she says softly, almost timidly. "wrote it about you." 

The words roll over Taylor in a rush, feeling flushed all the way to his toes when he pulls back to look at Hayley. 

"What? no it's not. you wrote this ages ago -" He argues but Hayley’s already shaking her head, shy smile on her face. 

"I'm serious – I... is kind of embarrassing -" 

"Tell me, please." 

"I adore the music since the moment I heard you playing it one night at the studio when we were working on Brand new eyes. Know I made up some Bullshit story about how the lyrics were about that older dude I dated for like a summer but truth is, I was just so embarrassed to admit it was all a lie. I wrote it one of those days after warped tour when you answered the phone at like four in the morning to talk me off a ledge." Hayley admits quietly, as he adjusts his grip, bringing a hand up to cup her face, fingers lightly dancing on her jaw eyes wide in disbelief. "'And I kept thinking how much I wanted to be there for you in the same way, how known I’ve always felt by you, how seen. How much I loved you and valued you in my life. How only you knew me like this. Thought it was like a song about friendship at first, at this inexplicably deep bond we always had." 

She huffs a shy laugh at herself and Taylor’s almost frozen in place. 

"When I played it for Zac, he was like 'this is the most romantic song you've ever written' and I had no idea what to do with that information. I just kept being like no, he doesn’t get it, Z doesn’t get us. Even when we rehearsed it for the Honda civic tour all those years ago, I kept just thinking it was a song about how important you were to me, how much better I felt when you were close. even when we weren't really talking towards the end of tour with all the drama of 2010, I always played it for you, every time we rehearsed it, it was always for us never really thinking it was more than that." 

He doesn’t think he’s breathing at this point, his hand now gripping her jaw gently, thumb brushing over Hayley’s cheekbone, tired, love filled eyes looking right into his. 

"wasn't until I listened to it a year or two ago that I was like ‘oh you absolute idiot, you were in love with him this whole time." 

"Hayles -" he breathes out and she's got more to say but Taylor doesn’t let her, crashing his lips to Hayley’s as she sharply inhales, hand coming to cup the back of his head as he opens up for her, tongue swirling against his, the sounds of the song she wrote for him when she was young and stupid and felt more for him than she knew what to do with.  

"Sorry I was so blind for so long," She's mumbling against his mouth but he’s shaking his head. 

"Don't - that's not - god I can't believe you," he says, pressing his lips harder against hers. His hands slide down her back, squeezing her bum before latching on to the back of her thighs and pulling her up, holding the tiny blonde as she wraps her legs around his waist.  

"Need to shower," she says when she pulls away to breath, already kissing a line down his neck. "Want to help?" 

"As if you don't already know you're getting whatever you want after that story" Taylor mumbles against her skin, he hisses when her teeth dig in, making herself known. he starts to head towards their bedroom when he stops suddenly.  

"You have to turn the music off." he says in a serious tone, "it's on shuffle and I'm not having sex with you to any of those early cuts." 

Hayley throws her head back laughing - saying a quick "google stop" to get the music off and of course it listens to her before she pulls Taylor’s face back to her, kissing him so thoroughly she would lose balance if he wasn't holding her in his arms.  

He walks them both towards the bathroom, mouth never breaking from Hayley’s, already knowing this house so well he doesn't need to see to navigate properly. More settled than he's ever felt and it's only been a year since she said yes. One hand squeezing up and down her body with the promise of more, the hunger that's grown after all this time apart from his favorite person.  

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

in reference to that ask about other bands staying together - Little Mix and Paramore are good for comparison purposes as well.

other than Jesy, who they still care about but has shown them vitriol and disrespect since leaving, Little Mix all respect and genuinely care about each other as people and continue to support one another in their solo careers (plus they all agreed on taking a break!). i’ve listened to anecdotes from all of them about their break and their time together as a band - and from the beginning there was a collective, intelligent decision to reject ideas like “a lead singer” and to work together to make sure everyone felt supported and no one was receiving unequal treatment.

they’re not shy about how tough it was at many points, but Perrie in particular has talked about turning down solo opportunities that she felt were a slippery slope and respected her bandmates enough to not listen to the executives and label people that were whispering in her ear. Jade believes them being away from each other - for the first time in a long time - during COVID, unable to speak openly one on one and share their fears and insecurities with each other, was what led Jesy to let the irresistible idea of solo success (to the detriment of her bandmates) take root.

with the exception of Jesy, i really believe them when they say they plan to get back together in the future. they speak highly of each other, seem to have a lot of love for one another, and don’t feed fans ideas about “18 months”. there were no sneaky solo recordings leaked. they truly all seem to have started each of their solo ventures on equal footing, which was the goal.

Hayley Williams was always singled out in Paramore and was very vocal about how the rest of the band deserved mention in articles and they were all vital & responsible for their success. when she made music on her own (primarily about the grief she felt after her divorce - which she understandably wanted to make on her own), the rest of the band supported her and Paramore got back together to continue making music as a band like she said that they would.

one direction did not have any of that. not to get too much into gender politics, but they started out with a very boyish idea of friendship - without any regard for obstacles and powerful people lurking in the shadows that would put that friendship to the test. women grow up being pitted against each other and feeling preyed upon, so i believe Little Mix already knew what would happen, but on a larger scale. i think around 2012, when 1D was being asked on a regular basis about how long they planned to stay together and there were various articles speculating about “who the breakout star would be” is when reality began to sink in a bit.

Louis is really the only one who had the right idea from the beginning, responding with a firm ‘no’ when asked about going solo. he had the respect and love for his bandmates (and band) required to uphold the same boundaries as Little Mix, but i think the problem was that some of that refusal stemmed from insecurity and lack of belief in his own capabilities. i don’t believe Liam or Niall had the spine or loyalty necessary to back him and stand together as a collective (and i also think that Liam had a simultaneous psychological fear & codependency connected with the band that threw a wrench in the works).

Zayn had Louis’ back as a friend, but was far too competitive and perceptive to jeopardize his own chances and uphold an idea of a band that equally supported & respected each other while it was slowly falling apart. Harry’s people pleasing, narcissism, and manufactured overconfidence was never going to allow a peaceful, mutually agreed upon break where they all began on equal footing. his decision to allow himself to be singled out and focused on was the end of the beginning - and his selfishness & disloyalty really are at the root of all the dissension & resentment that was sown.

but in summary, it’s exactly like you said. the individual qualities, merits, and shortcomings of each member are what’s truly indicative of their ability to stay together. Louis’ loyalty could not compensate for the independent motivations & characteristics of four other members.

Well said. x

In short, I think One Direction met Irving Azoff, Irving happened to be looking for a breakout star to start his son’s career, and Azoff was a force that easily battered the fragile wall of 1D solidarity.

Maybe Harry could have been tempted by another manager, but Irving’s power over the music industry (media, venue, Ticketmaster and Live Nation), along with Fulwell’s promise of access to Hollywood (Winston-Corden et al., + Cindy Crawford’s and Anna Wintour’s access to fashion, the Kardashians’ fame by association, Rob Stringer’s grip on the label), and especially the offer to own a percentage of everything he touches— not simply a pawn but a player— the offer was one that Harry could not resist.

The thing that every Harry Styles defender gets wrong is misrepresenting Harry’s agency in his own life. He wasn’t a young pawn, and he hasn’t become an adult puppet. Harry is where he is precisely because he took the offer to betray his band and control an empire.

Harry’s fans all know this and they love him for his ruthless ambition. They all proudly imitate him online when mocking the rest of One Direction.

In the end, one can say that Harry did what 99% of people would have done, knowing that music is a Darwinian game and sometimes you do have to let your friends perish. Literally. That’s just how the game goes. Harry became Harry Thee Styles (as Jeremy O. Harris called him) at the expense of his old bandmates. Maybe Harry did lay a finger on the scale, who cares really. Music is a rigged game. If the rigging goes in your favor and hurts others, it seems less rigged and more fair and accurate.

So a tribute to Liam at the Brits would smooth out all the yucky competitiveness and form a united front, which makes the past ten years of isolation and ugly PR tactics okay. I’m sure words said after Liam’s death mean just as much now as they would have meant before his death… to Harry Styles and Irving Azoff. After all, grief is an opportunity. PR over substance, that’s the Styles mantra.

And it will work. Fans will love him more than ever.

Back to your analogy with Little Mix, anon. Maybe seeing One Direction as a cautionary tale, Little Mix approached their solo careers realizing that there is no limit to betrayal. Like pregnancy, you can’t betray your friends a little bit. Once in, you’re all in. The friendships simply can’t stay the same, and life decisions will change irrevocably with career decisions.

Even if fans pretend it’s 2013, it’s not 2013. One Direction are not blind to their own history, even if some fans lie to other fans about it.

This is the way it always goes. Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, No Doubt, many bands. As Harry wrote in Something Great:

But Harry didn’t rip it all to shreds. He sang about angst, longing, temptation, and love, but when it came to real life, there was no angst. Only business. “The script” was an old business playbook, used successfully many times. Harry followed it.

Since Liam’s passing, there are so many 1D lyrics that take on a deeper and sadder meaning. I think of Louis’ lyrics, “All the lonely shadow dances from the cradle to the grave/ It's a solo song and it's only for the brave,” reflecting on the feelings of abandonment and loneliness. And these lyrics from One Direction’s Story Of My Life, which seemed nonsensical once upon a time:

[woahitsdest]

ellie williams would fucking love Paramore. she'd have the biggest crush on hayley williams and would call her wife (same last name luck).

[abiiors]

stealing sweaters 🧶 // george daniel x reader

promptober '23 - day 17

a/n: fwb!george smut. that's it, that's what this is... cw: smut, finger fucking basically... wc: 1k

this is only the second time george has stayed over at her apartment. his place is usually more convenient since it’s right in the middle of the city but her place fascinates him. 

an eclectic bedroom filled with plants and trinkets and so many books—all second-hand, well-loved paperbacks that he's seen her hunched over multiple times. not that they have lived together all that much, just stolen mornings spent together when he asks her to stay under the guise of making her breakfast and coffee. evenings here or there when he calls her over and nonchalantly mentions he has “accidentally” ordered extra food. 

she agrees of course, she always does. 

even now, even in her apartment, george knows she’s in the kitchen making them coffee and maybe some eggs from the smell of it. 

remnants of last night are all around him, messy sheets, both their clothes scattered on the floor, her heels haphazardly thrown in one corner of the room. george stretches and gets out of bed.

his jeans are by the foot of the bed, his boxers only a few inches away but for the life of him he can’t find the sweater he was wearing last night. 

soft, warm brown cashmere that he’s owned for years. 

george shrugs and pads barefoot into the kitchen. the sweater can wait—he’s only shirtless, nothing she has’t seen before. but his questions resolve themselves soon enough, as soon as george enters the kitchen and stops at the entrance. 

a paramore song blasts from the speakers, one of her favourites, while she stands near the hob, bobbing and singing along to the song. and george is delighted to see that she’s just in her underwear—the same lacy little thing she wore last night—that, and what suspiciously looks like his cashmere sweater. 

the eggs cook on the pan but she’s more focused on using the spatula as a mic. so focused in fact, that she doesn’t notice when george walks up behind her and pulls her into a hug, pressing her flush against his chest. 

“mornin’,” he breathes into her neck, laughing at her little yelp. he already has a semi from just waking up and now that she’s pressed up against him, he feels himself grow harder. 

“george,” she hums and subtly grinds against him. “didn’t hear you come in.”

george grins, pressing little kisses down her neck. her hair is tied up, but little strays escape, tickling him. “you were busy being hayley williams,” he teases. 

he grips her waist, pulling her back into him. his cock is proper hard now, aching for a release. he needs to touch her, needs to feel her clench around him again. george wastes no time sliding a hand in her underwear.

“last night wasn’t enough?” she laughs but tilts her head back and sighs all the same. george dips his fingers lower, finding the bundle of nerves. 

“can never get enough of you…” he murmurs in her ear, nipping at her earlobe, “and i can’t let you go unpunished now, can i? thief!”

she laughs coyly at that, and george feels the softness of his sweater against his chest. it’s big on her, of course, ending at her mid thighs and sleeves going well past her hands. george has to push the sweater up, holding it at her waist so he can touch her boobs with his other hand. she’s so warm under his sweater, so soft and sweet, moaning and responding to his touch perfectly as he circles her clit. 

george has goosebumps on his skin—from the chilly october air, he tells himself. he swipes a finger through her folds, collecting the wetness and dipping the tip of his finger into her. 

“fuck george…” she moans, “need–need you please.”

and how could he deny her when she asks so sweetly… george plunges a finger in her, continuing to rub her clit with his thumb. the trembling of her legs, her jaw slack with pleasure, her eyes fluttered shut are all like small rewards for him, all of it making the fire in his blood burn hotter. 

he adds another finger, plunging them in an out and hooking them at the last second and she almost falls to her knees, hands coming up to grab the counter. 

“oh my god, oh fuck,” she cries out, “more…like that…”

her voice is soaked in desperation. she grinds her pretty pussy on his hand, dripping onto it and greedy for more. george increases his pace. 

her nipples are rock hard between his fingers, almost as hard as his cock which twitches in his pants now. he wants to be inside her so badly. just the thought of it almost has him cumming in his pants.

“you’re close, baby. i can feel it,” he whispers in her ear gruffly, continuing to move his fingers in and out of her at a bruising pace, roughly pressing her clit each time. his sweater is bunched between them, her back and his front soaked with sweat. 

george no longer has goosebumps on his skin, now he has a wildfire spreading through his whole body. 

“mh-mm,” she moans, “gonna cum george, shit!”

and when his fingers hit home again, he parts them, stretching her out more, pushing her over the edge. a cry splits through the air as she gushes all over his hand, legs trembling so much that george has to hold her up by her waist. the shit-eating grin on his face never wavers once. not even when he’s aching for his own release. 

he could stay like this forever, hand buried inside her, fingers lazily moving in an out as she rides out her orgasm. he could stay like this forever…if it weren’t for the burning smell that fills the air. 

her eyes fly open. 

“shit shit shit, the eggs!” she cries, sounding so much different from before. they’re unsalvagable now, blackened almost. but george smirks. 

“don’t need eggs for breakfast…”

she turns to him in curiosity, eyes widening when he brings his soaked hand to his mouth, fingers still glistening and sticky. “got all i need right here,” george grins and sticks them in his mouth. 

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