#soda pop and ritalin

[im-the-son-of-rage-and-lov3]

...the JESUS OF SUBURBIAAAA..

THE BIBLE OF NONE OF THE ABOVE ON A STEADY DIET OF!!!

[notahorseindisguise]

jesus of sburbia

FUCKING BANGER FUCKING BANGER FUCKING BANGER ALERT!!! IM THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE!!!!!!!!!!! THE JESUS OF SUBURBIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ABSOLUTELY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE GREEN DAY SONGS OF ALL TIME FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHH LISTEN TO IT ANON LISTEN TO IT ALL THE WAY THROUGH PLEASE !!! i fucking love that song so fucking much i can't explain. listen

when i first got into green day, i only knew their biggest songs: american idiot, holiday/boulevard of broken dreams, wake me up when september ends. then i found an american idiot cd, so i bought that, out it on, listened to american idiot, and then jesus of suburbia came on

from the very first line . IM THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE!!!!! . i fell in love with this song. i fucking love it please listen to it

[turnstileskyline]

i dont think green day is “good”. i do have 15 separate green day albums on vinyl and think billie joe armstrong gets pegged like crazy and also im the son of rage and love the jesus of suburbia the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin no one ever died for my sins in hell as far as i can tell at least the ones i got away with and theres nothing wrong with me this is how im supposed to be in the land of make believe that dont believe in me get my television fix sitting on my crucifix the living room or my private womb while the moms and brads are away to fall in love and fall and debt to alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane to keep me insane doing someone elses cocaine and theres nothing wrong with me this is how im supposed to be in the land of make believe that dont believe in me 

[sherbertxswirl]

On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin🎶

[kiburebuc]

everytime i take my concerta (extended release ritalin basically)

a little billy joel armstrong in my head appears and he and i always say out loud 🎵soda pop and ritalin! no i never died for my sins in hell....🎵 and then the song is stuck in my head for the next few hours...

[shoshialyakward]

Wdym you're not a son of rage and love and on a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin???!

[byanyan]

a six song soundtrack

RULES. if you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following...

AN EVENT THAT DEFINES YOUR CHARACTER'S PAST

next semester - twenty one pilots

i don't wanna be here i don't wanna be here can't feel my legs i might suffocate there's a pressure in my chest i don't wanna be here i don't wanna be here what's about to happen what's about to happen i remember i remember certain things what i was wearing the yellow dashes in the street i prayed those lights would take me home then i heard, "hey kid, get out of the road" can't change what you've done start fresh next semester

HOW YOUR CHARACTER SEES THEMSELVES

jesus of suburbia - green day

i'm the son of rage and love the jesus of suburbia the bible of "none of the above" on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin no one ever died for my sins in hell as far as i can tell at least the ones i got away with and there's nothing wrong with me this is how i'm supposed to be in a land of make-believe that don't believe in me

at the center of the earth, in the parking lot of the 7-eleven where i was taught the motto was just a lie it says "home is where your heart is," but what a shame 'cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same it's beating out of time

HOW OTHERS VIEW THEM

she's a rebel - green day

she sings the revolution the dawning of our lives she brings this liberation that i just can't define well, nothing comes to mind she's a rebel, she's a saint she's the salt of the earth, and she's dangerous she's a rebel, vigilante missing link on the brink of destruction

THEIR CLOSEST RELATIONSHIP

i wonder... - j-hope (ft. jung kook)

i wonder everything about us tell me what we do i wonder what we’ll be like 어떤 모습일지도 (i wonder what we’ll be like) and how we be livin’ our lives 세월의 야속 앞에 (will things stay as they are,) 변함없는지도 (even in the face of cruel times?) 미련하게 궁금해 (i wonder foolishly) i wonder everything about us

A MAJOR FIGHT SCENE

victory song - stray kids

listen to this 승전가 (listen to this victory song) roll the dice hunnid times 눈 감아도 알아 (even when i close my eyes i know) roll the dice 다 던져 난 (roll the dice, throw it) 승전가 all the time (i win all the time) 귀 닫아도 알아 승전가가 들려 난 ayy (even when i cover my ears, i still hear the victory song) 승자의 여유 얼굴에는 미소 씩 (a laidback victor, a smile spreads on my face) 누가 나 같아 누구도 나와 (who else is like me, there's no one) get the (oops) out of here 너무 향기로운 꽃길 꽃향기에 취해 만취 (i get intoxicated by the scent of flowers on this very fragrant path) 더 높은 곳을 향해 날아 (flying to a higher place) 존재 자체가 반칙 (that in itself is cheating) 절대 멈출 리 없어 (i can never stop) 다 던져 i'll go all out (throw it all, i'll go all out) 난 어차피 이기는 싸움에 덤벼 (i'm going to win the fight anyway) 다 던져 ayy (so throw it all out) 절대 후퇴는 없어 (retreating is never an option) 패기와 객기로 자신감 넘쳐 다 던져 ayy (with confidence that’s filled with spirit and vigor, throw it all) 승자의 함성 oh (a victor's shout, oh)

OPENING CREDITS / END CREDITS

burn it - agust d (ft. max)

불을 붙여봐 불을 붙여봐 (light it up, light it up) 뭐가 됐든 그래 말야 새꺄 불을 붙여봐 (no matter what, that's right, bastard, light it up) 과거의 너 현재의 너 (whether it’s the you of the past or the you of the present) 뭐든 좋으니까 새꺄 그래 불을 붙여봐 (it’s all good, so just light it up bastard, that’s right) 타오르는 태양이 될는지 (will you turn into a burning sun) 아니면은 타고남은 재가 될는지 (or into the ash that remains after a fire) 언제나 선택과 결정은 너의 몫 (the choice and decision is always yours) 과감한 포기 또한 용기임을 잊지 말기를 (may you never forget that a bold surrender is also a form of courage) i see the ashes falling out your window there’s someone in the mirror that you don’t know and everything was all wrong so burn it till it’s all gone yeah yeah yeah burn it 내 안의 소리 (the voice inside me) yeah yeah yeah burn it i want it want it want it woah

cut deep - matt maeson

don't speak when i talk, man, uh godspeed when i walk, man, mm i speak from my chest, fam, mm bounce back when i lost, scraped off all the rust i'm just really tryna rock now whatcha think, i don't fall? whatcha think, i'm not strong? we're all just tryna move along cut deep and i'm still alive i talk my shit 'til the day i die 'cause oh, baby, i live oh, baby, i tried cut deep and i'm still alive i talk my shit 'til the day i die 'cause oh, baby, i live oh, baby, i try

BONUS NON-NEEDLEDROPS FROM THE SOUNDTRACK

freaking out - the wrecks / fire - bts / young and menace - fall out boy / fake you out - twenty one pilots / it's alright - mother mother / toothpick - biting elbows

tagged by:ㅤ@mxldito forever ago & @violetgleams slightly more recently (ty both sm!!! ♡♡♡)

[mezmer]

Apparently you parents really need to listen in

Maybe you should give your kid a little discipline

Instead of lettin' him act so inconsiderate

You say you're not the problem the school system is

Well picture this ya as sick as it is

There's a whole lot of kids who do not wanna live

Searchin' up and down the halls for a Ritalin fix

Not knowin' how upset the Vice Principal gets

When he gets another call from another troubled mom

Cryin' on the phone sayin' that her son sobs

Askin' himself what he did to deserve this

Just because he looks a little different on the surface

Maybe it's the way he acts or the crazy fact

That his dad passed away last May from a heart attack

He already feels alone and confused

And to top it off he goes to school and gets abused

I am smarter I am stronger

I will take it no longer

I have feelings I'm a person

I will live life with purpose

I am smarter I am stronger

I will take it no longer

I have feelings I'm a person

I will live life with purpose

There was a girl who wore a lot of make up

Every weekend her parents used to break up

Strange people comin' through the house that would take stuff

She felt ashamed every day from the waist up

She covered up with cover up to try and hide

And sat alone every single day at lunch time

Then came the rumors whispers and gossip

She was too bothered to focus on topics

Grades stared droppin' runnin' out of options

Kids said she was better off in a coffin

She started to believe thoughts evil as these

Strugglin' for a reason to breathe

One night someone put a picture on Facebook

Of a cow it said this is how Shay looks

She read it with a tear streamin' down her cheek

Then she went to sleep permanently she drank bleach

I am smarter I am stronger

I will take it no longer

I have feelings I'm a person

I will live life with purpose

I am smarter I am stronger

I will take it no longer

I have feelings I'm a person

I will live life with purpose

I hope you take the words that I wrote in this song

And use them as the strength that you hold in your palm

When you see a fellow class mate treated in a bad way

Stand up for em and support em like a back brace

No sad face opposite emoticon

I know it's tough but you gota keep holdin' on

You feel like you wanna burst like a soda pop

He wasn't raised right he doesn't know to stop

Part of growin up is treatin' folks with respect

It's not a talent to speak with a vial dialect

I'm not sayin' I'm perfect there's things I regret

But I can do good with all the time I have left

I speak the truth and I believe in you

If you're not willin' to change get up and leave the room

I gave you a chance take your evil demons too

But as you walk away this is what we say to you...

I am smarter I am stronger

I will take it no longer

I have feelings I'm a person

I will live life with purpose

I am smarter I am stronger

I will take it no longer

I have feelings I'm a person

I will live life with purpose (purpose purpose purpose)

[nxkyvm]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ i'm the son of rage and love, the jesus of suburbia. the bible of none of the above, on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin. no one ever died for my sins in hell, as far as i can tell. 'least the ones i got away with. and there's nothing wrong with me, this is how i'm supposed to be. in a land of make believe that don't believe in me.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤkang nakyum. jonny, nascido há 25 anos. vocalista do dead girl's tears e garçom em um bar em itaewon. residente do haneul há 5 anos.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ( + ) destemido ;ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ( - ) relapso ;

━━ TRIVIA ;

(3/11), escorpiano

panssexual

formado em administração

━━ BACKSTORY ;

tw: uso excessivo de drogas, álcool, conflitos familiares

Pai com um bom emprego em um escritório de contabilidade, mãe dona de casa e dois filhos bem educados, alunos de uma boa escola particular. Família de classe média digna de comercial de margarina. É nesse cenário que as primeiras memórias de Kang Nakyum se originam. Uma família comum, sem grandes conflitos e nada que os tornasse excepcionais. E, infelizmente, era aí que estava o problema. A normalidade daquela vida provocava no caçula da família um sentimento muito grande de revolta. Porque ele não gostava da calmaria, jamais gostara. Preferia a bagunça, o barulho, música alta como trilha sonora de aventuras pelo terreno da família. Por isso, os vizinhos sempre sabiam de quem eram os gritos ou quem tinha quebrado alguma coisa - sem querer, obviamente.

Com o passar dos anos, os esforços dos pais para conter a personalidade hiperbólica do filho mais novo só fez crescer. Diversas atividades extracurriculares para que exercitasse a concentração e ficasse ocupado tempo o bastante para não sobrar energia para gastar em casa. Broncas e castigos se tornaram frequentes quando Nakyum passou a pensar com a própria cabeça. A ter seus ideias e sua própria visão do mundo, que diferia imensamente da dos pais. O que era surpreendente e assustador para todos que conheciam a família, já que com Sangho, o filho três anos mais velho, nada disso jamais mostrara-se necessário.

Problema número dois. Nakyum estava sendo criado à sombra de seu irmão, encaminhado para pisar nas mesmas pedras que o outro, uma vez que o mundo parecia girar ao redor do Sr. Perfeição, como costumava chamá-lo, e tudo dava certo para ele. Ele nem era carismático, só tinha uma personalidade extremamente passiva. O que também irritava Nakyum. Para não dizer que era um filho tão ruim, ele tentara. De verdade, tentara enfiar-se no molde onde seu irmão fora criado, mas era inegável que não cabia lá. Mesmo que não soubesse ainda qual era o seu lugar no mundo, já tinha certeza absoluta que não era ao lado de sua família, infelizmente.

━━ NOWDAYS ;

O motivo derradeiro que o fizera sair de casa fora a cartada final de seu pai. Em uma última tentativa de manter o caçula na rédeas (depois de buscá-lo pela segunda vez na delegacia por desordem e desacado), o Sr. Kang avisou ao caçula que iria casá-lo com a filha de um colega de trabalho. Na cabeça da família, a responsabilidade de um casamento colocaria fim as “aventuras incabidas” de Nakyum. Opunhar-se ao casamento acabou com seu pai dizendo que enquanto eles vivessem sobre o mesmo teto, Nakyum teria que seguir as regras dele. A solução era óbvia, então.

Mas se ele dissesse que sabia o que estava fazendo quando juntou seus pertences e saiu pela porta da frente, sem olhar para trás, estaria mentindo.

Por sorte, tinha um emprego e amigos que emprestaram o sofá por algumas semanas até que seu pai aparecesse para tentar convencê-lo a voltar para casa. A conversa fora longa e cansativa, terminando com a promessa de que não largaria a faculdade, já que isso garantiria as noites de sono de seu pai. No entanto, não voltaria para casa da família e jamais tornaria a aceitar ordens de quem quer que fosse. E aquela segunda era uma promessa para si mesmo. Já que estava largado no mundo, como sempre quis, faria suas próprias regras.

Mesmo que dinheiro na mão fosse legal, Nakyum decidiu investir parte do seu salário em um apartamento meia boca que era melhor que seguir morando de favor na sala dos outros. Dizer que agora a vida está boa é mentira, ser um adulto responsável é uma droga. Porém, é o preço a pagar se quer seguir sua vida como bem entende. Era a sua escolha e não se arrependia dela. Mesmo com as responsabilidades, trabalha em um lugar legal e compartilha o amor pela música com pessoas muito especiais, faz o que quer e quando quer. Não são alguns boletos que vão fazê-lo reclamar, não vai levar nenhum centavo consigo quando morrer, de qualquer jeito.

E parecia que a vida estava nos eixos, de certo modo, até sua família voltar para a sua vida. Nakyum foi convencido pelo pai e o irmão mais velho que se internar para tratar o vício em álcool em drogas seria uma boa ideia. Todavia, a coisa toda foi muito mais manipulação do que Nakyum totalmente certo de que era o que queria. E foi assim que tudo deu errado. A intenção foi um inferno em sua vida e com isso, ele perdeu tudo o que tinha: seu posto na banda, seu emprego no bar e até mesmo o apartamento. Seu irmão entregou o seu apartamento, por pura vontade de deixá-lo no chão de novo. E foi assim que Nakyum foi morar com um dos seus melhores amigos e antigo vizinho de porta, por não ter mais a quem recorrer. Ainda assim, está tentando fazer seu esforço valer a pena e está limpo há quatro meses.

━━ PERSONALITY ;

Considerando a existência de Jonny, sua persona, há alguns anos seria possível dizer que existiam duas personalidades absolutamente opostas habitando o mesmo corpo. Aquele rapaz enérgico, elétrico e absolutamente divertido que subia nos palcos das casas noturnas e clubes undergrounds pela cidade, e aquele que sentia que tinha falhado com todos aqueles com quem se importava. Entretanto, atualmente não é mais assim e o motivo é tão simples quanto pode ser abstruso: o rapaz aprendeu a viver sem remorsos. É assim que Nakyum leva a vida depois de anos se culpando por algo que os outros julgavam errado. Fazer as pazes consigo mesmo exigiu trabalho árduo e enorme dedicação, mas foi bastante recompensador. Estar em paz com a própria existência permitiu ao jovem trazer de volta traços de personalidade que jamais deveriam ter desaparecido ou estarem escondidos sob uma grossa camada de incertezas.

Nakyum é naturalmente charmoso e visualmente atraente. Mesmo com a péssima postura, comportamento ousado e um sorriso sacana. Simpático e efusivo, costuma ser uma figura convidativa, receptiva, que gosta de fazer com que as pessoas se sintam à vontade e confortáveis em um ambiente ou situação. Kyum é, também, bastante afetuoso. Gosta de dar e receber carinhos a níves que não se limitam ao romântico. Sabe se divertir como ninguém e sempre se dá ao luxo de aproveitar as situações.  Gosta disso, da farra, da diversão, de boas companhias.

Entretanto, não há personalidade brilhante que exista sem um lado cabalístico. Há quem culpe aquele lado caliginoso ao fato de ser do signo de escorpião. Outros culpam o comportamento dos pais. Há uma linha tênue que, se cruzada, faz com que a intensidade de uma pessoa se torne problemática. E Nakyum é extremamente intenso. Sua entrega é sempre total, de corpo e alma e isso, por vezes é um tiro no próprio pé. Porque tudo o que sente pode ser ampliado à menor faísca. E inflamar até corroer as entranhas. Da alegria à lugubridade, não há meio termo. Intransigente e inclemente, não muda de ideia, não hesita e não esquece. Ciumento, impulsivo, e com uma enorme capacidade para tornar-se emocionalmente dependente. A própria destruição vem em doses homeopáticas, porque cuidado é sempre bom. Uma força que não pode ser contida, tal qual um furacão com capacidade de destruição em massa.

[eternityafraid]

DESPITE EVERYTHING, IT'S STILL YOU.

original character multimuse ft. a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin. by levi, he/any neos, eastern standard time. rules / muses / graphic credit.

[777-wailerchive]

Soda pop and Ritalin

Don't know what either of those are but okie

[riverphoenixsgothwife]

Day 23: A song you think everybody should listen to

Green Day — Jesus of Suburbia

On a steady diet of

Soda pop and Ritalin

No one ever died for my sins in Hell

[myuserislonglikeafalloutboysong]

on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin

[stonerbabiie]

Soda-pop and Ritalin

No one ever died for my sins in Hell

As far as I can tell

'Least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be. In a land of make believe, that don't believe in me.

[the-problematic-trolley]

Soda pop and Ritalin

“lol Arthur Conan Doyle clearly didn’t know anything about drugs. Sherlock Holmes did cocaine but it calmed him down. That’s not how cocaine works!”

There are two options: Arthur Conan Doyle had never met someone addicted to cocaine or he met some with ADHD who was addicted to cocaine

[dudewayspecialfarewell]

'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of Suburbia The bible of none of the above On a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin No one ever died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell 'Least the ones I got away with And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me Get my television fix Sitting on my crucifix The living room, or my private womb While the moms and Brads are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane To keep me insane Doing someone else's cocaine And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me At the center of the Earth, in the parking lot Of the 7-11 where I was taught The motto was just a lie It says, "Home is where your heart is, " but what a shame 'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same It's beating out of time City of the dead (hey! Hey!) At the end of another lost highway (hey! Hey!) Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned (hey! Hey!) Lost children with dirty faces today (hey! Hey!) No one really seems to care I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall And so it seemed to confess It didn't say much, but it only confirmed that The center of the earth is the end of the world And I could really care less City of the dead (hey! Hey!) At the end of another lost highway (hey! Hey!) Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned (hey! Hey!) Lost children with dirty faces today (hey! Hey!) No one really seems to care... Hey! I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care I don't care! Everyone's so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled, but never saved From the cradles to the grave We are the kids of war and peace From Anaheim to the Middle East We are the stories and disciples of The Jesus of Suburbia Land of make believe And it don't believe in me Land of make believe And it don't believe And I don't care! (Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!) I don't care! (Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!) I don't care! (Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!) I don't care! (Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!) I don't care! Dearly beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying... Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? (Ooh, ooh) Am I retarded, or am I just overjoyed? (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Nobody's perfect, and I stand accused (ooh, ooh) For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse (ooh, ooh, ooh) Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh To live and not to breathe Is to die in tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And I leave behind (ooh, ooh) This hurricane of fucking lies (ooh, ooh) I lost my faith to this This town that don't exist So I run, I run away To the lights of masochists And I leave behind (ooh, ooh) This hurricane of fucking lies (ooh, ooh) And I've walked this line (ooh, ooh) A million and one fucking times (ooh, ooh) But not this time! I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain when you've been victimized Tales from another broken... home! You're leaving... You're leaving... You're leaving... Ah, you're leaving home!