#warped tour tips

[lesbiangallagher]

i’m living for ppl giving Concert Tips for the eras tour bc apparently ppl were wearing 6 inch heels? for some reason? y’all should consult a warped tour veteran

[luizd3ad]

Music Notes | Barty Crouch Jr x Reader

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Pairing: Rockstar!Barty x GN!Rockstar!Reader WC: 3,471 CW:  Soulmate AU, Rockstar AU, 2010's AU, use of Y/N, mentions of anxiety, swearing Author's Note: This is one of those fics where I'm my own target audience but if you read this I really hope you like it. Also I feel like Pandora get kinda out of character at the end but I just idk I felt like it was necessary. Summary: You meat your soulmate during the best summer of your life.

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Everyone is born with a symbol of something that you and your soulmate(s) will have in common along with their initials, and when you look into their eyes for the first time your soulmark is supposed to tingle. 

The symbol could be literally anything, it could be related to your career, a hobie, a passion or in your case all the above. For as long as you could remember you've had a music note and the initials BCJ on your wrist.

But for the longest time you were confused by your soulmark, you weren't really interested in music. I mean you liked listening to it as much as the next person but not enough to make it your soulmark.

That was until you were twelve and you met Jade. She was just so outgoing and bubbly, she made friends easily, she'd walk into a room and demand attention without even trying and she soon started showing you all these bands and artists you'd never heard of. Jade changed everything for you, she showed you a side of music you didn't know existed. And all of a sudden, you were hooked.

You became so inthralled by the music that the initial next to the note paled in comparison, you hardly thought about your soulmate because as far as you were concerned music was your soulmate. 

When you were fourteen Jade introduced you to Sammy. Sammy was a pretty shy, and quiet kid but once he was comfortable he'd talk your ear off for hours. That's how he continued to expand your love for music. Not only did he tell you about more bands and artists that ranged outside of the emo, pop punk scene, but he showed you shows, concerts. 

You, Jade and Sammy would go to any show you could. House shows, backyard gigs, if there was a guitar riff and a mosh pit the three of you were there. And that's how you met Pink.

Now Pink’s real name was Floyd but he liked being called Pink. Which you always thought was funny considering he was the strong, silent type, so the name completely contradicted his personality but he liked David Bowie so who were you to judge? Pink was your tipping point. He was a beast on the drums, you and Sammy would sit there and listen to him play all day. Which somehow led to Pink convincing your little group that you guys could make a band, a killer band at that.

And surprisingly he wasnt fucking wrong thus ‘Fighting Pixies’ was born.

C. Summer of 2012

It was the first day of Warped Tour and you couldn't be more excited. You were so excited that you didn't even care that you were in some random arena parking lot sweating your ass off in Utah. 

Not only was this Fighting Pixies first year playing Warped Tour but you were on a main stage you were going to be playing on the same stage as the bands you grew up listening to. To say the feeling was surreal would be an understatement. This is what you, Jade, Sammy and Pink have been working towards for years, you guys were finally playing the festival that you would go to every summer. 

Walking out of the bus you started making your way to the catering tent by yourself since the rest of the band left you behind because you were apparently in Pinks’ words ‘taking too goddamn long’. You roll your eyes at his words thinking how it's bullshit that they could just leave you like that, when all the sudden you collide with someone. 

“Oh shit I'm so sorry dude.”

“You alright mate?”

You and the mystery person that you just basically assaulted said at the same time. Finally after gaining your balance you look at your victim. 

“Siri?” You say raising your eyebrow when he finally looks your way with a big smile on his face.

“Oh shit Y/N! How are you? I havent seen you in fucking ages!” Sirius yells while bringing you into a hug, you hug him back laughing then pulling away.

“I've been good. I haven't seen you since you, Rem and James came to one of our shows. Is he here?” You ask, looking around hoping to catch sight of Remus.

“No not yet, he's back home with Reg, Lily and Harry. But they'll be joining us for the last few shows.”

You couldn't help but let out a little laugh. “Baby's first Warped Tour? I like it, gotta start them young.”

Sirius laughed at you, the two of you then continued on your way to the catering tent. Luckily with no further incidents.

You and the rest of Fighting Pixies met Sirius a few years ago when he collabed on a song with you guys, you also had gotten to meet James a few times during the recording process. You hadn't met the rest of ‘Beyond London’ yet, but James had made it very clear that you and their bassist, Pandora, would become fast friends. 

But you hadn’t heard much about their guitarist, Barty, except in passing from mutual friends. Sirius would complain about him sometimes but in typical lead singer fashion Sirius had a tendency to be dramatic so you never really took anything he said about Barty to heart.

Eventually you and Sirius got to the catering tent. You found your band, James and a girl you recognized as Pandora sitting at a table together. 

“Well if it isn't the second best drummer on Warped Tour.” You say with a teasing smile sitting across from James. James just laughs and shakes his head. While pink has a small smug look on his face. 

“What? So Pink’s the best drummer on tour?” James raises his eyebrow at you with a goofy smile still on his face. 

You laugh and shake your head. “No, not even close, Angelo is clearly the best drummer here. Have you heard Motionless in White’s breakdowns?” Pink then glared at you while scoffing. What? Someone has to bring his ego down.

After a few hours of making fun of each other, hanging out, watching a few bands sets and getting to know Pandora (who is literally the sweetest person ever) you and the rest of your band had to go back to the bus to get ready for your set in a few hours.

You got to get into the shower after Jade so after your shower and skin routine you walked out into the common area plopping down at the table so you could start to get your hair and other things done. 

“Dude when you were in the bathroom Sirius came over and brought Barty, dudes funny. You missed out.” Sammy said, sitting down next to you eating a bowl of cereal.

“Damn. Well I have a whole summer to run into him at some point.” You shrug, getting all your stuff out to get ready.

You actually really wanted to meet Barty based on what little you had heard about him over the years, the fact that he was one hell of a guitarist, and you'd never admit this to anymore but you were really attracted to him. Based purely off the pictures you've seen of him.

You had a lot of respect for him as a musician, you could recognize the emotions that he put into each riff, solo, hell just a strum and you could tell what he was feeling.

A part of you found it frustrating that after all these years of knowing Sirius and James you had always seemed to miss Barty, sometimes by literal minutes.

The rest of your band had met him in passing, never more than a ‘hi’ or ‘hey’ but still they've met him. 

So you couldn't help but be a little frustrated at the fact that for one of the only times that day where you weren't around your band they actually got to hang out with him. You don't know why it bothered you so much, I mean you couldn't even be upset with anyone in particular. It's literally no one's fault. So why did it bother you so much?

Eventually you and the rest of Fighting Pixies found yourselves waiting backstage to go on when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see your new favorite blond girl. 

“Hi Pandora. What's up?”

“Hi. I just came to watch the beginning of your set. I won't be able to stay long, by the time you lot get off we'll have just started our set.” Pandora explains with her signature tooth rotting smile. 

“Aw thanks, I was actually planning on heading to your guys' set when we're done here.”

“Yes, you should!” Pandora stood up straighter with a sense of excitement and urgency about something you didn't understand, but you just thought that it was Pandora being Pandora. 

You had heard over the years that she would do or say things that didn't make much sense to really anyone so you chose to just brush it off.

“Oh I also wanted to give you theses.” Pandora says while handing you two rocks.

You take the rocks confused with a raised eyebrow. “Thanks, but what are they?”

“The orange one is citrine and the pink one is rose quartz. They're meant to bring you good luck, just put them in your pocket and they'll do their job.” Pandora says with a knowing type of smile, that once again confused you but you just nodded and put them in your pocket choosing not to question the blond.

“Y/N come on, it's time to go.” One of the stage hands says passing you your guitar. You just nodded, putting the strap over your head.

“Well I hope you like our set and I'll see you at yours.” You chuckled a little as she just nodded.

You would think after all of these years of doing this you'd be used to it at this point. That you would be used to being on stage, that the anxiety of fucking up would be gone but it didn’t go away, lessened yeah but not gone. 

You also never really get used to people singing lyrics that you wrote or helped write, especially when the words were sentimental to you at one point, but it was kind of nice to know that those words are sentimental to others now too.

You wouldn't trade this for the world. You were lucky and you knew that, so many people would kill for this chance so you didn't take it for granted.

Thirty minutes later you and your band mates were running off stage sweaty and high off adrenaline with big smiles on your faces’ your first show at your first warped tour was beyond amazing it was fucking perfect you were convinced nothing could top this feeling.

You started to make your way to Beyond London’s set. The rest of the band had other sets or people that they wanted to see so you went your separate ways for the time being. 

Eventually you made it to the stage Beyond London was playing at. You had stopped a few times to talk to people and take pictures but luckily not too many people stopped you so you made it when they started to play their last song.

After all the years you had known Sirius and James you had never actually got the chance to see them play. To say they were amazing felt like the understatement of the century. 

James looked like he was in his element on the drums, Pandora was so focused on her bass but that didn't stop her from swinging herself around, Sirius had basically every person either swooning because of his looks or crying because of how beautiful his voice was and then there was Barty. 

Just the sight of him alone made your heart skip a beat, you had never seen such raw emotion while someone played the guitar. Once your eyes landed on him you couldn't, you wouldn't, look away. The way he moved, how he would throw his head back every so often, sometimes you could see his jaw clench, you could tell he put his all into the music. You had never seen something so amazing. So perfect.

The song ended and they all started to make their way to the side of the stage you were on, Barty sayed a little longer then his band mates throwing things like his picks and set lists into the crowd. 

You were brought into a bear hug and spun around by a very sweaty Sirius. You shrieked and tried to push yourself away from him to no avail.

“Sirius Black if you don't put me down right now I'll make sure you never play another show again!” You screamed threatened while continuing your best efforts to get away from your sweaty attacker. Suddenly you hear a gasp and you're put down very quickly, almost falling while Sirius scoffs and mutters something about ‘Some people’. 

Pandora came to your rescue making sure you’re okay. You were about to scold Sirius for almost making you fall, but he was already out of sight. Pandora turned you around to have you look at her. 

You looked at her very surprised with your eyebrows raised. “What is up with the manhandling right now?” you laugh slightly awkwardly. 

“Do you still have the crystals I gave you?” Pandora asks with a serious face completely ignoring your question. 

You furrowed your brows and nodded still very confused. “Considering you gave them to me a little over an hour ago, yes. I know we don't know each other very well but have some faith in me Pandora.” You once again laughed a little trying to ease the little tension that seemed to form.

Pandora just smiled at you and hugged you and whispered. “I'm so happy for you two.”

You pulled away and looked at her once again beyond confused. “What-”

You were then interrupted by James yelling over to you. “Y/N, come meet Barty, finally.” Pandora kept smiling at you and then she just nodded at you encouragingly. For what felt like the hundredth time that day Pandora confused you and you once again just chalked it up to Pandora being Pandora.

While making your way over to the three men that stood in a little circle probably talking about the show that they just put on, you were hit with a sudden wave of anxiety. 

Why were you anxious? You had been fine (other than the major confusion you went through with Pandora)  so why does it feel like your heart is going a mile a minute.

Sirius and James are facing you while Barty’s back is towards you. As soon as you're in arms length Sirius wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him.

“Barty, this is Y/N. Y/N, Barty.” James says motioning between you two.

“Hi, it's nice to finally-” You cut yourself off when you looked into his eyes, feeling a tingle on your writs.

Your whole life you've heard stories about what meeting your soulmate felt like. How all of a sudden everything seemed less important. How you would only want to focus on that person. How you'd feel like you had a new meaning to life. Honestly you thought it was all bullshit. 

But now you knew that, that was all an understatement. 

You finally felt like you were home, like everything would be okay. It felt like breathing for the first time. 

You could play a million more shows, meet your idols, win a fucking Grammy and nothing would compare to what you were feeling when you met his eyes. And based on the look on his face, Barty felt the same way.

“Hi.” You whispered still in a shocked state.

“Hi, angel.” Barty said softly with a love sick look on his face, your heart skips a beat at the nickname and you can't help but smile. He suddenly moved his eyes to Sirius and glared at him. “You'll move your arm if you know what's good for you, Black.” 

Sirius moved his arm away from around you and put his hands up in surrender, you actually forgot Sirius and James were there let alone that Sirius had an arm wrapped around you.

You hadn't thought about your soulmate in years. You didn't ever think you'd meet them, and a part of you didn't really care if you did honestly. As long as you had your music and friends you were fine, that's what you thought at least. It was crazy how in one moment that whole mindset could change.

Now you couldn't imagine a life without Barty. You didn't want to imagine a life without him. 

For so long music was your number one priority, you didn't care about much else but now this person that you just met became your number one. It felt insane and crazy but you couldn't help it and a big part of you loved it. 

You and Barty found yourselves sitting in Beyond London's tour bus talking during the almost eight hour drive from Salt Lake City to Denver. You two just talked about your lives, childhoods, things you loved, things you hated, everything. 

He told you about his Father who you now hated almost as much as Barty. Barty had the biggest smile on his face when you told him how you felt about his father in extreme detail after the stories he told you.

Eventually you both noticed the buses pulling into a new arena parking lot while the sun was rising. Both of you knew you had to go back to your bus now, you had sets and meet and greets later that day. You needed some kind of energy. 

Barty with a cheeky smile insisted that you just join him in his bunk, you just responded with an eye roll and a ‘You wish’ which earned you a ‘You have no idea’.

Barty ended up walking you to your bus, you and him stood outside of the bus talking and stalling, not wanting to leave each other yet.

“Barty, I have to go. We need to get some sleep.” You were looking down at your hands together knowing one you needed to let go but not wanting to.

“I know angel, I know.” He gave you a sad smile as if he would never see you again. 

Barty was often scared that all of this was just a dream. That one day he would wake up back in his fathers clutches and his life as a rockstar was just a dream, it always scared him. But now in his mind it wasn't only his life as a rockstar at stake but you and that now terrified him. He had admitted this to you while you were talking that night so you didn't blame him for being hesitant. You just hugged him trying to reassure him.

“You can come over when you wake up Barty. Don't hesitate, I don't care if I'm awake or asleep. I just know that if you stay we're not gonna get any sleep.” Barty pulls away from you with a smirk and raised eyebrows, you just hit his chest and roll your eyes. “Not like that. I just mean we'll stay up talking.”

He just laughs and kisses your forehead. “I know what you meant, angel, just like teasing you is all.” He pulls you against him resting his chin on your head. “Is it bad to say I'll miss you? Even if I know it's just a few hours.”

“It's not bad because I'll miss you too.” You whisper against him. 

After a moment he pulls away again looking down at you he moves his hand to hold the side of your face, cressing you cheek with his thumb. You leaned into his touch with a small smile on your face looking up at him.

“You are now the most important thing in my life now, my angel.” He's looking deep into your eyes, not a hint of lies or regret in his words.

Barty started to lean down with a sense of hesitation, you just nodded and smiled at him letting him know it was okay. You could feel butterflies in your stomach while your heart started to race. The moment your lips touched you felt electricity run through your veins. You never experienced such an amazing feeling, you were two puzzle pieces finally coming together. You already knew Barty was your everything but that kiss solidified it. It made it real in the best way possible, you knew you couldn't ask for a better soulmate.

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Heaven Ain’t Close in a Place Like This

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader x Gerard Way Summary: August was barely beginning when you found yourself in Mikey Way’s bunk, but time on tour flies by fast. Between performances and post-show hookups, it feels like you’re with his band more than your own. Thankfully, his brother doesn’t seem to mind. Warnings: NSFW content, fanfic logic Word Count: 6639 A/N: They live! Back from the dead and managed to cough this up. I’ve been making jokes about it since October, opened up the original outline at a Thursday concert, scrapped it half a dozen times, and then pulled this directly out of my ass. I hope you enjoy it!

As insane as being invited onto the Projekt Revolution was, the tour itself was prone to even wilder happenings. With each summer tour your band had played, something crazy had taken place. Between Warped Tour hookups and racy, drunken performances on Taste of Chaos, the next few months were destined to be memorable. In fact, you had already set the tone by the second week, after waking up hungover and pantless with a lanky bassist by your side. One that you were waiting for now, leaning against the side of your bus while the metal scorched your skin.

Under normal circumstances, there was no way you’d be out in this heat, but your bandmate had passed you some cash for a moment of peace. It meant the bus would smell like sex for the night, but twenty bucks was twenty bucks. You could already hear the way Mikey would whine when you told him, knowing he’d complain about having to walk back across the parking lot.

He was already appearing in the distance, clad in a baseball cap and band tee, shooting you a lopsided grin as you waved him over. Before you could react, he came barreling towards you, skidding to a stop and barely avoiding a head-on collision. Hardly sticking the landing, he hooked his arm around your shoulder and leaned against the bus to catch his breath.

“Mikey Way,” you beamed, leaning into his touch. “I’ve got a bit of bad news.”

His head tipped back as he panted, “How bad?”

“Like, ‘Max paid me to leave and let him bang his girlfriend’ bad. I hope your bus is empty.”

If you weren’t so amused, he would’ve been a little annoyed. But then again, he was kinda crazy about you, so he let it slide. Instead, he rolled his eyes, a smile still tugging at his lips as he gave a melodramatic groan. “God, you’re the worst.”

You turned to face him, catching his eyes as you hovered a few inches from him. “That’s not what you were saying the other night.”

He could feel his cheeks heat up, flustered by your brazen remark. Truthfully, you had hooked up a couple more times since the first night, and the sex was significantly better without tequila. The second time was more to prove a point, insisting that he could “blow your mind” while sober. It’s safe to say he convinced you, as you found yourself in his bed every few days.

“Good pussy is good pussy,” he shrugged, his hand dropping to hold yours.

You gave a soft laugh and squeezed his hand, beginning the walk back to his bus. “Are the guys around?”

“Just Gerard. Frank’s off with Lazarra, and I think Ray went to grab lunch.”

Although you were a little disappointed that you couldn’t be alone with him, having Gerard around wasn’t the end of the world. You were friends with him too–not in the same way, but he made good company. Mikey knew what you were getting at, sensing your slight dismay. Holding back an arrogant grin, he nudged your shoulder.

“Why? Were you planning to woo me into bed?” he asked in amusement. “Because I don’t think Gerard would care.”

The question made you laugh, warm and genuine, and you leaned a little closer as he traced shapes onto your hand. You didn’t bother to question his comment about Gerard, figuring that he was just trying to get a rise out of you.

“I was not,” you insisted. “Just curious, that’s all.”

He gave a skeptical mhm, but the banter was quickly dropped as the bus came into view. It was no more than fifteen yards from you, but you still smiled at him mischievously. He turned to face you, catching your expression and raising his eyebrows with another curious hum.

“Race ya,” you said, hardly giving him a chance to register the proposition before you were bolting towards the bus.

You could hear the way his sneakers pounded on the concrete, spewing curses as he hightailed it behind you. His lack of preparation led to an unfortunate downfall, causing him to lose by a few seconds—ones that you spent doubled over in laughter as you pressed yourself against the side of the vehicle. The minute he reached you, he hooked his arms around your waist, tugging you from the wall of the bus while you gasped for breath.

“You fuckin’ cheater,” he wheezed, pulling you into his chest with a laugh.

Your arms looped around his neck, grinning wildly as he rested his forehead against yours. “Eat my dust, Mikey Way.”

His breathing shook, lips turned up as a lousy pickup line rolled off his tongue. “Sure you don’t want me to eat something else instead?”

“You’re so lame,” you cackled, pushing him away.

Mikey reluctantly let you go, watching as you opened the door and collapsed on the couch. He followed suit, sighing in relief as a blast of cool air hit his skin. The two of you were quiet for a moment, the only sounds being heaving chests and tabletop fans. Still, he slipped his arm around your waist again, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“That wasn’t a no,” he teased, earning himself a quick swat.

As tempting as the offer was, his brother was on the other end of the bus, and you knew how thin those doors were. “What about Gerard?”

“I really don’t think he’d mind.”

Okay, that was the second time Mikey had said that. If he was trying to drop hints, this was a really poor way to go about it. You were growing increasingly suspicious, and your only conclusion seemed far too unrealistic. Landing one Way brother was shocking enough, but two? Mikey had to be kidding.

You turned your head to look at him, searching for any sign that he was pulling your leg. He looked completely serious though, eyebrows raised in anticipation. Finally, you managed to reply.

“Do you know something I don’t?”

He grinned, finally dropping the subject as he reached for the remote.

“Yup.”

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Gerard wasn’t a big partier.

He used to be, way back in the day, following shitty friends into random houses with the promise of weed and cheap booze. Things were different now, though–he had a few close buddies, and they all took his sobriety seriously. Peer pressure and substance were the only motivators for him back then, and without either of them, he had no reason to show up. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, so parties were typically out of the picture.

But here he was, donning a clean shirt and his too-tight jeans, leaning over a nightclub mezzanine while you danced below him. You were pressed close to Mikey, hands resting on his chest as laughter spilled from your lips. Gerard could only imagine what his brother was saying, noting how you buried your head into Mikey’s chest as he beamed with pride. He could feel a jealous jolt in his stomach, longing for the treatment you gave Mikey, even if it was just for a night.

As quiet as Mikey was, he didn’t have much of a filter. Sometimes, he would return to the bus with a familiar glow, just waiting for Gerard to ask where he’d gone after the show. His words would echo when the two of you were alone, every comment and filthy anecdote flooding his head. Everything he shouldn’t know, everything he shouldn’t feel. The tension was suffocating when it settled between you two, his chest caving in as he tried to focus on anything other than immoral desire.

God, you’d stare at him shamelessly, eyes drifting lower until he felt flustered and exposed. It didn’t even matter if his brother was there, sitting inches away as low-budget horror movies flashed on the TV. You would curl up next to Mikey and rest your head against his shoulder, watching the pale television light shine on Gerard. He’d notice sometimes, feeling the blush in his cheeks as you shot him a smug smile, seeming like you wanted him to catch you. Wanted him to know how you ached for him, for his lips on yours, skin to skin as he touched you the way Mikey did. 

It wasn’t hard for him to see it, fantasies plaguing his mind at night, the sight of you on your knees and begging him to–

“You’re staring again.”

The sudden interruption made Gerard flinch, recoiling and snapping back to reality. Whipping his head around, he spotted Frank, who took a few steps forward to rest beside him. He flushed and dropped his head against his forearms, preparing himself for another lecture.

“Can you blame me?” he mumbled, reluctantly lifting his head to gesture towards you. “Look at them. Look at the way he’s holding them.”

Frank cast a look towards the two of you, Mikey’s hands drifting dangerously low and your arms around his neck. He didn’t need to read lips to hear your laughter and the free-flowing banter, already familiar with your behavior towards each other. He knew how his poker-faced friend never seemed to stop smiling around you, and he could hear the way you whispered to each other at night as if Mikey’s deadpan jokes were the funniest thing in the world. And now here was Gerard, aching for your touch and ignoring Frank’s endless warnings.

He shook his head with a disappointed sigh. “I don’t know, man. They’ve been screwing your brother all tour.”

“Yeah, but Mikey said they’re not exclusive,” Gerard defended.

Frank’s eyes nearly popped out, barely evading whiplash as he turned to face Gerard. “You told Mikey?”

For as smart as his friend was, he seemed to lack a great deal of common sense. You don’t tell people that you want to sleep with their partners–or fuck buddies, or whatever the hell you were. Especially not Mikey, who was one of the worst secret keepers in the world.

Gerard groaned, “He knew the minute I asked. Maybe before then, too. You know how observant he is.”

“You can’t just tell people–” Frank started, though he cut himself off with another sigh when he saw Gerard’s pathetic expression. “It’s just… It’s not worth the headache, alright?”

“From the way Mikey describes them, I think you might be wrong.”

There was really no fighting this, was there?

He knew Gerard hadn’t gotten laid in a couple months. Not only had he broken up with his girlfriend, but he hadn’t slept with anyone on tour, either. Gerard was horny and desperate and had heard way too many stories from Mikey, landing him in this pitiful situation.

“There’s no one else you can sleep with?” Frank asked.

Surprisingly self-assured, Gerard shook his head. “Nope.”

Hopeless, Frank glanced back to the scene below him. Mikey was laughing at something you’d said before you shooed him off, watching him fondly as he darted out of the room. Great. He didn’t have to turn his head to know Gerard was staring at him, waiting for permission to make a move. Sighing, Frank took a long sip of his drink, counting his blessings and thanking God he was married.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

An amused smile crept up on Gerard’s face, jostling his friend before heading down the stairs. His heart was pounding, weaving through strangers as he searched for you in the crowd. Insecurity and anxiety swarmed his head, and he began to consider quitting before it was too late. He wanted to prove Frank wrong though–he wanted you. Besides, he couldn’t run now, watching you turn to face him from a few feet away.

“Gerard!” you smiled, stepping closer to hear him over the music.

He couldn’t fight a grin, greeting you with the same energy. “Where’d Mikey run off to?”

“He said he was going to the bathroom, but you know he’ll get distracted on his way out.”

Knowing his brother, he had a good fifteen minutes before his return. This was his opportunity, trying to calm his nerves as you looked at him with hopeful eyes.

“Don’t worry about him,” he said sweetly. “I can keep you company.”

Small talk flowed easily as the minutes ticked by, your enthusiasm contagious as Gerard blushed and laughed softly throughout your tour stories. The room had steadily gotten louder, booming speakers and obnoxious chatter drowning out your conversation until you were less than a foot away. He only realized it after you had gone quiet, staring at him with wide eyes.

His breathing stalled, and he swallowed hard as his eyes flitted from yours to the people around him. You were giving him that look again–the one that pleaded for him to touch you, an open invitation to make a move. Even if he wanted to, he was frozen in place, lips parting to speak but nothing came out.

You leaned a bit closer, trying not to smile as you spoke. “You know, Mikey told me something interesting last week.”

Fuck. Gerard could already feel himself burning with embarrassment, already fearing your next sentence. He knew exactly where this was going, and for the first time ever, he wanted to throttle his little brother. Fumbling for words, he managed to mumble, “He did?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Gerard, why’d you come to the club with us?”

As if it would do him any favors, he pinned it on his friends. “Everyone else was coming.”

You were obviously skeptical, resting your palms on his chest, feeling his heart race through his t-shirt. He felt lightheaded as you touched him, watching your hands glide across his shoulders and arms snake around his neck.

“No other reason?”

His tongue darted out briefly, wetting his lips as he stared at yours, cursing his nerves and shaky hands. The room was so fucking tense, and as he let out a breath, he spoke the words you’d been waiting to hear.

“I wanted to see you.”

Before he could overthink his confession, you had pressed your lips to his in a fleeting kiss. Gerard blinked back at you when you pulled away, his hands still hanging awkwardly by his sides. His expression bordered on unreadable, his features painted with a mix of shock and nervousness. You considered stepping back, worrying that you’d come on too strong, but his lips were back on yours before you could apologize.

Despite being unsure at first, he eased up quickly, letting his hands gravitate towards your hips. The room seemed to pause as he touched you, fingers hooking around your belt loops to pull you closer. It was gentle but sudden, a soft gasp parting your lips. Gerard stifled a smile, satisfied as his tongue swept across them, reveling in your desperation. With your hand pressed to the nape of his neck, you brought him closer, fingers catching in his hair. On a whim, you gave a brief tug, your stomach doing somersaults at his reaction.

The moan that ripped from his throat was nothing short of wanton, a cross between pleasure and need as you broke apart. His head tipped back for a second, eyes screwed shut and his neck exposed. You took it as an opportunity, scraping your teeth against his skin and soothing it with your tongue.

“You know,” you breathed, nipping below his ear. “Mikey’s into that, too. Likes me to pull his hair when we fuck, mark him up real pretty.”

Gerard didn’t need to know that, but he couldn’t help but picture being in his brother’s place. His name in your mouth, your hands across his back, leaving little crescents for him to find the next morning. He swallowed hard, nearly groaning as he spoke. “God, you can’t say that.”

You pushed his head back down, fingers still threaded through his hair. Your breath fanned across his lips, so close to his, although you had no intentions of kissing him yet.

“That I’ve slept with Mikey?” you asked, as if you knew it turned him on. “Why?”

“Because he’s my brother.”

He said it sheepishly, not offended or uncomfortable, simply using it as a pointless defense. Truthfully, he didn’t care what Mikey got up to—he probably knew most of it, anyway. Hearing you say it sent him reeling though, flustered by your shamelessness.

“Because you want me too, don’t you?” you teased, giving him a featherlight kiss.

Of course he did. You saw right through him, your lips turning up in a faint smile when you caught him. After a moment, he gave in. “Mhm, how’d you guess?”

Gerard felt like he was on fire, slotting his lips against yours again, ignoring the way he burned with passion and embarrassment. You could almost feel the anxiety radiating off of him, hands shifting to cradle his face as your tongue glided against his. He still tasted like his soda from the bar, lips artificially sweet with the faintest flavor of cola. You didn’t mind, nipping at them gently, drawing a whiny moan from him.

To his surprise—and humiliation—you weren’t the only one to hear it. A light hand pressed against your lower back, causing you to stir. Gerard noticed, his lashes fluttering open when you pulled away. Mikey stood behind you, and Gerard retracted his hands from your hips immediately, eyes swimming with guilt.

Mikey seemed unfazed, instead flashing his brother a smug grin. “I told you they were good with their mouth.”

Gerard couldn’t help but laugh, flushing as he tried to think of a response. This whole situation was so bizarre, and his train of thought completely derailed when you reached for his hand. His eyes flicked towards Mikey, who simply nodded towards you in permission.

One of his palms rested on your cheek, holding you close as he kissed you with a newfound fervor. Now, he wanted to show off, knowing that you had an audience. Mikey positioned himself behind you, his strong arms around your waist while his teeth grazed the crook of your neck.

Smoothly, his fingers drifted to your jaw, pulling you away from Gerard to press his lips to yours instead. He kissed you so sensually, slow and deep while his brother watched intently from a foot away. It made you dizzy, stomach fluttering at the sweep of his tongue, eliciting a moan that had Gerard stiffening in his jeans. It was all weirdly hot, and you seriously needed to go somewhere more private.

Mikey seemed to read your mind, drawing back and locking eyes with Gerard. You could’ve sworn they had telepathy, leaving you confused and completely out of the loop during their silent exchange.

“We’re at the hotel tonight,” Gerard said, and Mikey gave you a delicate push toward him.

He looked at you with a burning desire, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gave you a once-over. Gently, his fingers slipped beneath your chin, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Think you can handle both of us?”

—

The moment the door shut, you were back in Mikey’s arms, having rushed down the hotel hall with his arm around your waist. Gerard’s hand was still in yours, giving you a light squeeze before letting go, turning to lock the door while Mikey kissed you in the middle of the room. His hands were already drifting beneath your shirt, his touch rising higher as his thumbs stroked your skin.

“No bra?” he asked, beaming as you tugged at the hem of his tee.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, giving an out-of-breath answer. “It’s August.”

He laughed lightly, part of him wishing that it could always be August. Sliding your hands further up his chest, you let him steal a few more kisses before mumbling softly.

“Off.”

Compliant, he pulled away, letting his brother take over while he stripped off his shirt. Gerard pressed himself against your back and rucked up your top as well, hardly waiting for it to hit the ground before his lips were ghosting your neck. Your head fell back against his shoulder, moaning lightly as he gave you a playful bite.

“You know how long I’ve waited for this?” he asked. “Mikey, tell them.”

Mikey stepped forward again, kissing you briefly before answering. “Weeks, baby. I’d come back after shows, and he’d ask where I’d been,” he said, pausing as his lips brushed against yours. “He wanted me to tell him how pretty you sound when you’re begging for it.”

The sweet sound that left your mouth was swiftly muffled by Mikey, kissing you heatedly while his fingers traced your waistband. If that weren’t enough, Gerard’s hands were climbing higher, tracing your curves with a contrasting tenderness. Familiar wetness was growing between your thighs, and it seemed to increase tenfold when he sucked a soft bruise into your skin. As if he could sense it, he mouthed below your ear, pricking your neck with his teeth.

“Gonna let us take care of you?” he questioned breathily, rolling your nipples beneath his thumbs.

You mewled softly and incidentally ground against his hard-on, squirming further as he let out a groan. His eyes drew shut, planting a kiss at the top of your jaw while Mikey popped the button on your jeans, reluctantly pulling back to let you undress. You almost whined at his absence, lashes fluttering when Mikey pulled away with a final tug to your lower lip, mimicking Gerard’s behavior. Two more pairs of jeans joined yours on the floor, and Gerard gave you an eager spank as you climbed onto the mattress.

“Cute panties,” he teased, studying your form as you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Nice of you to dress for the occasion.”

Mikey huffed a laugh, and you glanced down to see Gerard between your legs. Sure enough, you were donning black lace, and your stomach fluttered at the sight. They barely covered you, mostly mesh with intricate designs stitched on, and Gerard was more than happy about it.

Briefly, your gaze met his, catching the predatory glint in his eyes. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, eyes half-lidded as you stared at him. “Picked ‘em out just for you,” you said, shifting closer to him.

He grinned, bending your knees and smoothing his hands over your thighs. “You’re just the sweetest little thing, aren’t you?”

You hummed, beaming as your head dropped back against the pillows. “That’s what they tell me.”

Amused, Mikey settled beside you, resuming his brother’s work from earlier as his fingers dragged along your chest. You ran a hand through his hair, grip tightening with a shaky gasp as Gerard’s tongue glided up your clothed slit. It was only to rile you up, proven as his lips trailed towards your thighs instead. His hands were warm against you, running smoothly across your legs in mild wonder. Part of him was still shocked that this was real—that you were truly in his hotel room, eyes screwed shut as he scattered kisses across your skin. Every move he made had you buzzing, desperate for contact as his mouth inched closer to your cunt.

Eager, you made a gentle shift towards him, arching slightly as Mikey’s tongue flicked against you. Gerard spared you a sly glance, fingers tugging at your waistband before he spoke. “Someone’s excited.”

You began to retort, but the words spun into a soft gasp when Mikey tweaked one of your nipples. His timing was absolutely intentional, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, relishing in the warmth of his tongue as it swirled against you. With excessive effort, you managed to collect yourself, taking a weak breath and shooting back, “Someone’s a tease.”

“Maybe,” Gerard agreed, dropping your panties onto the pile of discarded clothes. “But I’ll make it up to you.”

You almost missed his promise, already losing your comprehension skills as his brother redirected your attention. From your first night with Mikey, you knew he was good with his mouth, and he certainly knew what he was doing now. He already knew what made you tick, and he used Gerard to his advantage. It seemed that any time you gave the older one attention, Mikey’s mouth was back on you, more out of amusement than envy. If you thought for even a moment that you could lift your head and watch Gerard, he’d catch your nipple between his teeth, just light enough for your eyes to fall shut, giving his hair a reflexive tug.

Cursing, you let your hand slide down to his cheek, pulling him from your chest for a moment. They were in mental cahoots, you swore to God, barely beginning to kiss Mikey before Gerard was flattening his tongue against you. Mikey hardly muffled it, fingers still at work while you moaned against his lips. Slowly, your free hand drifted down to Gerard, the other pressed against Mikey’s chest. Gerard gave a sweet hum as you ran your fingers through his hair, sucking a kiss to your clit in return.

A moan slipped past your lips, arching towards him while Mikey moved to kiss along your jaw. You could feel him smiling against your skin, nipping before mumbling praise in your ear. “You’re being so good for us, you know that?”

You nodded, pressing your head harder into the pillows as they double-teamed, a slew of erotic noises spilling into the air. Gerard pulled you closer, reveling in your touch as your hand smoothed through his hair. Much to your objection, he pulled away, fingers passing his lips before spreading you open. Briefly, you managed to lock eyes with him, watching as he gave a slow lick. He moaned against you, just loud enough to get a reaction.

“Taste so fuckin’ pretty, babe,” he praised, circling your clit with his thumb.

Mikey pressed his hand against your abdomen, shooting Gerard a smug look. “Told you so.”

With Mikey holding you down, you had nowhere left to go, beginning to writhe against the sheets in both pleasure and impatience. Gerard was taking his time, truly savoring everything you had to offer, staring up at you with his pretty hazel eyes as if he wouldn’t be the death of you. Without Mikey’s kisses or lips against your skin, you really zoned in on Gerard—the way his hands hugged your thighs, his tongue like velvet as lapped up your arousal. You couldn’t seem to get enough, desperately pulling his hair in a fruitless search for friction.

He groaned at the sensation, soft but audible as you tried to grind against him, turning his slow motions into sloppy ones; not that he could complain really, having to restrain himself from rutting against the mattress when you were moaning like that. Still, you craved more, and it didn’t take Mikey long to figure out what you wanted. He shot you a look, sly and plotting as his hand drifted from your stomach to your thigh, swiftly replacing his brother’s. Gerard eyed him curiously, humming in question before pulling back, the vibration sending you reeling. You caught a quick glimpse of him, lips and chin slick with arousal, and the ache between your legs only grew stronger.

Gerard couldn’t have been idle for more than a few seconds, but it felt like a fucking eternity as you squirmed in place. Mikey’s grip tightened in warning, although his eyes stayed trained on his brother as he spoke.

“Use your hands.”

A smile flashed across Gerard’s face, watching your teeth dig into your lower lip at the suggestion. He went easy at first, running his fingers across your folds and gently rubbing your clit. The teasing was back, and he showed no mercy this time, lust and pride flooding his veins when you gave an impatient whine.

“Don’t worry, I’m not stopping,” he assured you, voice sweet as he popped his fingers back into his mouth.

The two of them noticed everything—your erratic breathing, the delicate shift of your hips, and the desperate glint in your eyes as you waited for Gerard to move. They glanced at each other and Mikey nodded in your direction, gaze falling between your thighs, swallowing thickly as he watched Gerard’s fingers.

You were practically bursting with gratitude as you took the first one, quickly retracting your hands from the pair to clutch the sheets. Gerard hadn’t realized you needed it that bad, almost laughing at how sweet and pathetic it was. The urge to taunt you was strong, curling his finger at a steady pace and studying your expression.

“Aw,” he mocked, biting his lip as you clenched around him. “You just want to be filled up, don’t you?”

Nodding, you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing a response despite being nearly incapable of speaking. “Yeah,” you breathed, interrupted with a shaky gasp. “Just want you inside me.”

Gerard could’ve come at that, cursing softly before speaking up. “I know, babe. Mikey and I are gonna take care of you first, and then I’ll fuck you. How’s that sound?”

Even if the words were vulgar, they sounded so chaste coming from him. He spoke gently, making you feel warm all over again, arousal stirring inside of you. His mouth was back on you soon enough, sucking on your clit and adding another finger, working for every sound you made. Warmth quickly spun into heat, rising to your cheeks and spreading across your heaving chest, short breaths escaping your lips in bursts. You were close, muscles going taut while Gerard's fingers crooked quicker, moaning as his tongue flicked at a similar pace.

Mikey was mesmerized, his stare flitting between your contorted features and the sheer determination in his brother’s eyes. Each time Gerard moved, Mikey could see his fingers, buried inside of you as you all but screamed his name. He could feel himself blushing, painfully hard as he watched you take it so well, tracing your arched figure.

“You like Gerard’s mouth, don’t you?” he asked rhetorically, rubbing circles on your thigh. Another whine rolled off your tongue, followed by a frantic nod. “Tell him how much you love it.”

Mikey was going to Hell. Absolutely. Damn him and his stupid, arrogant grin, prompting you to speak when he knew you could barely string words together. Gerard would’ve been laughing if he weren’t using his mouth, laser-focused on making you come. Still, his lips turned up, noticeable for a split second before getting back to work. If your fingers hadn't been digging into the comforter, you might’ve knocked Mikey off the bed, but you felt like you’d sink into the floorboards without something to ground you. Even though you were tempted to ignore him, he squeezed your thigh expectantly, resulting in a very pathetic attempt to speak.

“Fuck, Gerard,” you slurred, mouth falling open as he hummed curiously. “You’re so fucking good, please don’t stop, please.”

The praise made him shiver, and he made a mental note to thank Mikey for prompting you later. You were a wreck in the best way possible, vocal and blissed out, pleading with them until the pressure ceased. Gerard didn’t pull away at first, only slowing down while Mikey returned to your side, purring praise and stroking your cheek. You could barely understand what he was saying, panting and staring up at him starry-eyed. He cracked a smile, warm and genuine when you took his hand in yours, kissing his palm and intertwining your fingers.

Gerard shifted up the bed, wiping his mouth on his shirt and tugging it off before settling on his knees. His lips met yours, kissing you with his typical tenderness while you cupped his cheek softly. He got a good look at you after pulling away, really taking in the sight before him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, smoothing his hand over your stomach.

His touch made you feel fuzzy, despite how your mind was beginning to sharpen. Mikey held your hand a little tighter, tilting your chin to kiss you, becoming all too aware of his erection. Honestly, he felt like his dick was going to fall off if it went ignored any longer.

Gerard was in a similar boat, his eyes softening when you pulled away from Mikey and sat up straight. You looked at him expectantly, receiving a half smile and another fleeting kiss, Gerard resting his forehead against yours after.

“Can I fuck you, pretty baby?” he asked, turning obscenities into something holy with his honeyed tone. “You wanna let Mikey use your mouth?”

How his curses sounded saccharine was beyond you, but it still had your heart racing, squeezing Mikey’s hand with a nod. Mikey pressed a kiss to your head, nearly sighing in relief as he tugged off his boxers and kneeled beside you. Delicately, your fingers danced along Gerard’s waistband, thumbs stroking his hips while he held the back of your head. “Go ahead,” he said, swallowing hard as you stripped him.

He was heavy in your hand, a light shiver wracking through him when you took him in your fist. ”Jesus,” you murmured, the pair almost laughing as you stared at Gerard in awe.

You could feel yourself growing hot, breath catching in your throat before your tongue darted out. Mikey’s hand was still in yours, gently guiding it towards his cock, his eyes fluttering shut as you stroked him. Staring up at Gerard, you leaned forward and pressed your tongue against him, studying his reaction and taking him into your mouth. It didn’t last long, but it was enough time for you to learn how sensitive he was. Wetness grew between your thighs when he moaned, watching his head loll back as you took him deeper.

His eyes fluttered open, glancing from his brother’s concentrated expression to your thighs rubbing together. As good as your mouth felt, he wanted to be in you, and you seemed to want it too.

“Hey, c’mere,” he spoke softly, reluctantly pulling you off.

Saliva spread itself across your lips, and a whine crept up your throat at the sudden emptiness. It took all of his willpower not to give in, but he knew it would be worth it for everyone. After a bit of awkward shuffling, he positioned you in the middle of the mattress, facing Mikey at the headboard while Gerard kneeled behind you. The two of them made eye contact for a moment, holding back a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Their attention drew back to you though, Gerard pushing you onto all fours and giving himself quite the view.

Slowly, he eased in, hands smoothing over your ass while you gasped around Mikey. Gerard took a shaky breath, moaning at the feeling of wet heat. Christ, you were tight, squeezing his cock as he sunk inside, already trying to rock back against him.

“Shit, Mikes,” Gerard sighed, listening to you mewl and gag around Mikey. “When was the last time you fucked them?”

Mikey rolled his eyes, quick to fire back. “Last night in your bunk.”

Gerard snickered, slowly thrusting in again. Every time he moved, it rocked you against Mikey, whose hand cradled the back of your head and pushed you down further. Maybe it was a little slutty, but being used by the brothers had arousal coursing through you, desperate as ever for a rough fuck. Mikey already knew, giving a few thrusts into your mouth while Gerard set a pace, moaning as your eyes watered.

“Fuck ‘em harder,” he told Gerard, who was still trying to go easy. “They can take it, I promise.”

“Is that what you want?” Gerard asked, earning a soft mhm in response.

God, he had never been this hard in his life. You were still trying to grind against him, searching for anything to soothe the ache, and Gerard was in heaven. He pulled out almost completely and roughly snapped his hips against yours, biting his lip hard enough to bleed when a loud cry tore from your throat. Mikey looked so pleased with himself, panting as sweat clung to his hairline, his hips bucking until your nose brushed against his abdomen.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” he cooed, caressing your cheek before pulling his hips back.

You were a mess, pulling off to breathe while Gerard pounded into you with much more ferocity. Mikey held his cock in his hand, jerking it slowly before sliding past your lips again, smearing them with saliva and precum. It was all fucking filthy, from his low moans to the way he pushed your head down, forcing you to be humiliatingly sloppy, making such a mess on his cock. Not to mention how his brother was filling you up, reveling in your warmth, and memorizing how it felt to be buried inside of you.

Mikey always got loud before coming; even if he tried to stifle his moans, you never failed to notice them. His chest rose and fell at a rapid rate, mouth falling open as you sped up, only to groan weakly when you pulled away. Instead, you let him fuck your fist, sucking a bruise below his hip.

“Fuck, Mikey,” you whined, scraping your teeth against his thigh just to hear him moan. “Gonna come for me?”

He gave a soft hum, cock twitching as you took him back in your mouth, pumping your fist a few more times before he came down your throat. Gerard couldn’t tear his eyes away, catching the look of bliss on Mikey’s face, slack-jawed and pupils blown while you stuck your tongue out with pride. Your hand kept moving even after Mikey had come, stroking him until he slumped against the headboard, admiring you with contrasting chastity.

The same pressure from earlier had begun to build, leaving you sensitive and desperate as Gerard’s merciless rhythm continued. It was almost embarrassing how needy you sounded, dropping your head against the mattress while he pulled your hips against his, moaning and panting behind you. Every whimper and cry went straight to his cock, and Gerard was growing closer by the second. He could feel it, his head spinning and muscles beginning to stiffen, bottoming out while you clenched around him.

“You’re doing so well,” he said, his voice far softer than the snap of his hips. “Can you come for me?”

His stomach fucking fluttered as you let out one of the most pornographic sounds he’d ever heard, moaning and pleading with him to keep going while he pounded you into the mattress. Your whole body tensed, gripping the sheets in one hand while Mikey held the other.

“I’m not gonna stop,” Gerard assured you. “I’ve got you.”

It didn’t take much more than his praise and consolation for you to succumb to your release, warmth rippling through you once more. Gerard gave a few more thrusts before pulling out, cock twitching in his hand as he finished himself off. Stuck in a blissful stupor, you could hardly comprehend their praise, more focused on coming to your senses. You felt heavy, watching Mikey pull his boxers back on while Gerard disappeared into the bathroom. Mikey petted your head gently and you blinked up at him bleary-eyed, letting out a light sigh as a warm washcloth brushed across your skin.

He pulled you into his lap once Gerard had finished cleaning up, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, peppering kisses on your shoulder.

You laughed quietly and leaned into his touch, watching Gerard redress and flick off the lights before climbing under the covers. You and Mikey joined him, sharing a few kisses and affectionate murmurs. Eventually, your breathing took on an even pattern, Mikey’s shifting came to a stop, and Gerard’s eyelids grew heavy. Before he could fall asleep though, Gerard took his phone from the nightstand, sending a quick text.

To: Frank worth it.

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fucking tumblr wont send my ask but i will NOT BE SILENCED. here is how big i think each mcr member's dick is

ray. i dont think i even have to give reasoning its just a fact. its 9 inches at least and has that curve

mikey. i feel like he leans more average than ray but is still packing. I mean, im sure he didnt become mr half of new jersey all of warped tour with a shrimp. 7.65 inches give or take a few fractions of an inch. Also i think his tip is pink with a gradient that gets brighter pink as it reaches the slit but thats irrelevant to the size

gerard. i think his is slightly smaller than mikeys but not by enough to be noticeable. It is 7.42 inches. exactly.

im sorry but i know frank is overcompensating. its around 5 inches (more like 4.7 but i dont wanna be too mean). i also think its a bit too thick for its length like a goomba

bonus: bob. 1 inch. its a skin tag

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[woundlingus]

No cause listen, archangel band AU they’re like the Jackson five, okay? They started as a family thing, more wholesome rock. Maybe Cas and Anna are in it too, Chuck and Amara, it’s a family things. Slowly things pitter out until it’s just the four of them; Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, and Lucifer.

Over the years and with the independence from Chuck and under a new label their sound changes a little more to keep up with the trends, and they’re more punkish rock these days compared to the more classic sound they had as a family unit. So they land themselves a spot on the Warped Tour, right? Cause it’s early 00s in this.

And Michael and Lucifer have some rising tension, things are getting rough because Lucifer is their lyricist and he’s taking their sound to a place Michael doesn’t really like, he’s not big on this name that they’ve built for themselves and he’d rather take the more traditional route. But for the time being things are stable! There’s some pretty rough fights backstage, maybe throwing things, yelling, but the band never breaks up.

Now Gabriel, Gabriel is having a petekey moment (pete wentz from FOB and Mikey way from MCR turbulent backstage romance that ends in utter disaster, google it). He’s sneaking out from the band tour bus at night to go shack up with someone from someone else’s band, it’s all very hush hush and you know what the paparazzi is like so of course there’s whispers and gossip about it, but it’s not like anyone can prove anything, right? But it’s enough to set off what’s already getting a little volatile with his brothers, because he’s making a bad image for them and the more “pure wholesome” look Michael is still hanging on to from their past. They’ve got several shows still to go when they wake up and he’s just gone.

It’s the tipping point. You drove away Gabriel. No you drove away Gabriel. No it was you!

Michael and Lucifer sling this back and forth at each other for weeks, the two of them are having a Fleetwood Mac moment on stage where they’re standing on opposite sides of the stage singing pointedly at each other songs that they’ve clearly written about the other and their frustrations.

But they always survive, because there’s a balance to their family unit. Except, Gabriel is gone. And it comes as no real big surprise when Raphael takes Michael’s side in things, but everything feels so different now because there isn’t an even split here anymore. It’s them vs him. And Raphael is a steady force, a mediator, so when Lucifer is staring down the barrel of both his brothers deciding that he’s the one who broke the band and drove their little brother away he has a full blown rockstar meltdown.

Booze. Drugs. Women.

It’s constant. He’s never not high, he’s swaying on his feet on stage and slurring into the mic.

Raphael takes his concerns to the label management, because this is getting out of control and no one can convince Lucifer that he’s taking things too far and if he doesn’t stop he’s going to get himself or someone else killed. Someone needs to be the one to step in here.

Michael and Raphael are pulled into the office days later after many long meetings in upper management, and they think it would be best if perhaps they broke contract with Lucifer.

They’d pay him out, of course. They phrase it to appeal to the sensitivities of Michael and Raphael. Lucifer needs help, and he’s not going to help himself. Tour life is hard, and obviously he needs some stability to focus on himself. Sometimes love is not enough, perhaps it’s time he be evaluated for a 72 hour hold, and then maybe send him away to rehab? And then, you know, since it’s just the two of you the sound and direction of the band is all up to you. We can help with the writing and production to make up for the deep loss of Lucifer, and help you return to that sound you love, Michael. Doesn’t that sound good? Don’t you want to help your brother?

So they agree, and they take this to Lucifer to try and gently break the news but it’s devastating. All Lucifer can hear is that he’s ugly. He’s a blight on the labels name and they’re trying to silently make him go away, and by force if necessary. They’d deem him psychologically unfit just to save themselves the embarrassment of being associated with him and his lifestyle.

This is all Lucifer’s typical theatrics to Michael, but it’s also true. They’re pushing him out. Pushing him out of a band that thrives on his creative input. Michael would rather send him away so he can take full control than just admit that maybe he’s not solely to blame for what’s happened to their band.

They love him, of course, but love is not enough. It’s an illusion that Michael and Raphael even have a choice here, the label will not sign Lucifer, so they’re either over or he’s out. They’re just being polite and bureaucratic about it to ruffle the least amount of feathers as possible.

There’s no announcements, no nothing. The next album just drops and it’s only Michael and Raphael. Most of their fans like it, it’s okay, they mostly just ride for the band you know and the sound has changed and it’s lost some of its feeling but this is good. It’s good.

But Raphael isn’t built for this kind of life, they liked it because it was something they did as a family and now the family is gone. They don’t know if Lucifer took his pay out and went to rehab or if he took all that cash and bought enough blow to kill a large elephant. They never heard from Gabriel again. Raphael imagines they both took off somewhere and they’re happy. Maybe they have families. Because the alternative is, maybe they’re just dead in a ditch somewhere. Maybe Gabriel was abducted, it’s not like they ever filed a police report, it would have been bad publicity. Maybe Lucifer is face down in a motel somewhere alone, aspirating on his vomit. But he can’t think about that, it’s killing him. He struggles for a while watching Michael try so hard to build a name for them as a duo, because if they don’t succeed at this then they’ve done all of that for nothing. Nothing at all.

But it’s killing them, and one night they break down about it and refuse to go in to the recording studio. He says he’s very sorry, but he just can’t go on like this, he’s exhausted.

Raphael packs, and goes home for a while.

Michael is alone.

And he tries to hang on to this label for as long as he can because it can’t be for nothing, or maybe he really just can’t admit to himself that maybe it really is all for glory. He wants his name in lights. He wants to be the superstar with no other lights dimming hid own shine. But they’re not a band without the others. And the sound just progressively gets worse.

Until he stops. And it’s over.

[best-infinite-brawl]

THE FINALE!!!

(Post Redemption by @dreaminginmysoup. Warped Tour by @infififi. More info under the cut!!)

Post-Redemption:

What it sounds like! About five years into the future, he's better now, but still an absolute bastard of a man when he wants to be, though at least he's not murder happy anymore. Pansexual and happily married, just chilling and vibing around. In my version double earrings function as weddings rings in jackal culture hence why he has them.

Warped Tour:

Post forces everything finally seems to be going back to normal, with eggman defeated and infinite suspiciously disappearing out of thin air the residents begin celebrating the victory and rebuilding their towns and cities with the help of the newly founded restoration. 7 months of peace pass before odd happenings begin cropping up again, loose badniks regain a sense of organization and the chaotix get a mysterious tip to a certain mr tinker, alls well that ends as sonic and co decides he’s no longer a threat but little do they know the sinister plots bubbling beneath the surface……

after the war infinite finds himself broken, missing the power he once had as the phantom ruby also sustains hefty damages. The jackal is lost, almost giving up entirely before he is found by the Babylon rouges, taking him in and fixing him up.(wave the swallow personally taking advantage of his state to find out more about the phantom rubies abilities) returning to the world below the rouges airship with a new robotic companion in tow to keep him(and the phantom ruby) in check, infinite struggles to find where exactly he fits in this new world, but as newfound interest in his old nemesis shadow the hedgehog surfaces, infinite intends to find out no matter the cost…

[clandestinemogai]

WARPEDQUEERIC ᯇ a gender related to the queer/speculated queer events of warped tour and similar/related events (any actual queer creators/events/music/etc, stage gay, theorized queer moments that are popular within the culture, etc). made with mlm/veldian dynamics and those who identify with such attraction/relationships in mind, but can honestly be used by anyone. "WARPED-QUEER-ICK"

IMAGE ID: three nearly identical flags, side by side. the first and third flags are identical, while the flag in the middle is the same but with the van's warped tour logo in the middle. each flag has 5 horizontal stripes, and three arrow shaped stripes pointing to the right on the right side, with the tip of the rightmost stripe being cut off at the border of the flag. from top to bottom, the horizontal stripes are light gold, denim blue, bright red, denim blue, and light gold. from left to right, the arrow shaped stripes are white, mustard yellow, and brownish gold. there is a blurry stippling texture over everything that fades toward the center of the flag. END ID

day two of @caeliangel's 400 followers event- "lesbian or veldian"

[rainydawgradioblog]

Interview with Samba Jean-Baptiste

The other day I came across an article about AI bots mass-releasing auto-generated music on Spotify under different names. A concept as democratic as “unfettered access to music by way of streaming services” was bound to be corrupted by bad actors. Artists are consigned to grueling tour schedules in order to make a living because streaming pays them in Monopoly money. Pitchfork is gone and the writing is on the wall for Bandcamp, because curation is now being handled by algorithms. It’s important to keep in mind that any artist releasing music today has to navigate a culture in which there’s more out there than ever before, it's all at the tip of one’s  fingers, and everything except for the music itself is worse than it used to be. 

The topic of how the internet has shaped music came up frequently in my discussion with Samba Jean-Baptiste, an independent artist out of Brooklyn. I discovered his work after seeing Dean Blunt’s music video to “Felony” (his best song? I’m ready to make the argument), and the Algorithm decided I might like a video titled “talk / pleasure.” Behind a camera that might be a flip phone, somone offers Jean-Baptiste directions: “Wait, look off that way, and start the song. Then just start doing your shit.” The music plays and we hear Samba’s subdued voice over acoustic guitar strumming. He crosses a wide urban boulevard. All of it is easy and unforced. 

“Talk / Pleasure” was released on Cardinal, a project that’s difficult to categorize and beautiful and disarming. Jean-Baptiste chiefly uses acoustic guitar and his voice to create stripped-back art pop, as if the Young Marble Giants grew up listening to Stereolab instead of Lou Reed. The relationship between skilled yet raw guitar playing and more attuned peripheral production toes a line between an open mic performance and sound leaking from someone else’s headphones. There’s some really incredible interplay between organic and auto tuned vocals on “Windows.” The string and warped piano accompaniments on “A Wish Slanted” perfectly compliment Jean-Baptiste’s rhythmic strumming. It seems like he’s drawing from so much, because he’s had access to (and has seeked out) so much. The internet has given us windows into every corner of musical expression imaginable. If you’re an artist, how do you reckon with that, how does it find its way into your art? I didn’t want to put words in Jean-Baptiste’s mouth, so I reached out to see if he’d be interested in an interview for the Blawg. 

He was kind enough to agree back in early December; we spoke over the phone for about 40 minutes. I think he was playing Dave Bixby in the background. In addition to the internet’s impact on the music landscape, he touched on song-writing, looping, and Veeze. Hope you all enjoy it. Please, check out Cardinal on Spotify, Apple Music, Youtube, and Bandcamp (before it’s subscription based).

Can you tell me a little about yourself? 

Yeah, I’m 22, about to be 23, I live in Bedstuy, Brooklyn, I cook at a Japanese Breakfast restaurant that’s also in Brooklyn. That’s kinda what I do four days a week. I grew up in Massachusetts playing classical music, me and my sister, I played Cello, my sister played violin and we grew up playing in the Boston Symphony Orchestra. That’s where I gained a lot of interest in music, because when I wasn’t playing cello, everyone would be showing off like, what pop song [they] could play on the piano, and from there everything trailed into, you know, writing a little song about a crush or something when I was a kid. 

My family is from Haiti. That’s important to me. In middle school I used to just make beats so I was really into dubstep and a bunch of stuff on youtube. I was always big on youtube, listening to people make beats at home, and then soundcloud blew up, which gave so much access to random nooks and crannies to the country and world for that matter. Got into songwriting a little bit. Used to make a lot of different sounding stuff to now. Picked up guitar, somehow, and I guess that landed me to where I’m at now. 

Songs like “Better Now” from Cardinal feature a lot of looping. Do you find that to be a big part of your process? 

It’s funny because looping, from making beats in middle school, looping is such a big part of it. You make something, you loop it, you progress from there. But by the time I realized I could be playing actual instruments in my recordings, I still had that mentality. I’ll record something and think: “this part is great, I’m just gonna loop it.” And it doesn’t feel unethical. Cause for me, for a long time, looping other people’s music was like, “you’re going to hell, you’re not making music” but somehow my eyes have opened up and my ears have opened up to so many new ways of sound creation, rather than seeing it like “you have to create from the sound up like you’re fucking Beethoven.” You can hear something and make something out of that and that’s ok. It’s not yours, it's everyone’s. 

Looping is really interesting too because everytime you hear something or see something you can see something new about it. There’s albums I’ve listened to kajillions of times and it’s like I’m learning something new about it every listen. The same thing can happen with a simple loop, it’ll just be new information, newly perceived information each time. So yeah loops are super important to me. 

When you’re writing a song, do you have an idea of what you want the finished product to be, or does it evolve naturally over the course of the entire process?

Definitely the latter. That’s funny I was talking to my dad *today* that when I make songs, or work on an idea, I have to like make the whole song, just so that when I go back to these drafts, I can see the full blueprint. [...] It’s definitely a process. If I write a song in one sitting, I’ll kinda just… show a friend. That’s not the stuff I like releasing. 

How did Cardinal become more acoustic than your previous album, Pandora? 

It wasn’t so much a conscious decision to be like, I have to be different from the last record, but it was a conscious decision in my process. Because Pandora was made while I was still primarily recording through my laptop, and like, there’s guitar on there, but it’s all pitched up, and my voice isn’t in my natural cadence. But in the same way I realized I could use my instruments and play them in my recordings, I was like damn. That feels natural. I can also just sing in my natural low voice, I don’t have to be reaching for something that I’m not. So it sort of just trailed in that direction naturally. 

I was wondering if playing the cello made picking up guitar easier, or otherwise informs your guitar playing? You said you “stumbled on guitar,” which sounds like a bigger undertaking than you make it out to be. 

Yeah, picking up guitar was pretty simple for me because of that knowledge, but like, there’s six strings on a guitar [compared to cello’s four], so I’ve found new ways to approach an instrument, because there’s a learning curve there. A lot of my songs, if you listen to them, it’s all the same chords, because I only know so much, and sometimes I’m fucking lazy and I know certain chords and they make me feel good enough. 

Also it's funny because some songs are written on different guitars. “I Could Have Cried” was written on a guitar with five strings (the high E is gone) because my roommate didn’t finish stringing it. The other one I got in London, that one plays “Talk/Pleasure” and “A Wish Slanted” and it has four strings because two of them snapped. Each weird situation lends itself to a new creation, which is like a huge part of my process anyway. Error is so acceptable, if not sought out. 

The stream of consciousness of it? Less premeditated? 

Right. There’s a mix too though. I love when records have noise added after cause that’s real. You can only listen to so much perfect, cookie cutter stuff.

When you were making Cardinal, were there any major songs or artists that you took inspiration from? 

Nah I had no influences, I came up with this shit. I’m playing, of course, of course, there’s so many. I feel like a lot of people are finding my music through like Dean Blunt youtube wormhole, and he’s for sure one of my big influences, like all my influences are like 30+ year old black people doing their thing. But the main influence is music that sounds like wind, water, grass, and that all relates to guitar.

I wish I had a list of my influences, cause on this record there’s a lot you know? I had a lot of people in my life showing me new things, because I’m so closed minded often. And I like to try to surround myself with people that will show me something new. A lot of inspiration is what’s new to me. 

I think wind, water, grass sums it up great. Wrapping up, would you have any recommendations for me and the good people of Rainy Dawg Radio as a whole? Movies, music, books, etc?

Hell yeah. I just finished this book called Your Love is Not Good, by Johanna Hedver… Movies? I’m still learning about movies. Two or three things I know about her. I’m into Jean Luc Godard, that slice of life stuff where nothing happens, cause it’s just like looping music to me. Music? I’ll just give you what I’ve been into recently, cause I have huge influences but they’re probably everybody’s. I’ve been listening to this song called “Tea in Bed” by Blessed and Blushing. That shit’s incredible. I’ve been listening to this song called “Everybody Knows” by Glucose. I’ve been listening to a Serge Gainsbourg record, The History of Melody Nelson. I’ve been listening to Veeze, you know, Ganger. There’s so much shit. There’s so much out there. Michael White is this great jazz violinist, I’d definitely recommend him.  Forma Norte, that guy’s incredible.

Who’s that, Forma Norte? 

Yeah, you know what’s funny is I found him on my “related artists,” online, and sometimes I find stuff I really hate through that. But sometimes I think “damn this guy’s awesome, how’s he related to me?” 

It’s so interesting to hear an artist’s perspective of their “fans also like” on Spotify. 

That first one I said, Tea in Bed by Blessed and Blushing, is just blowing my mind recently. I’m like, “who is sitting down and making this shit?,” it’s so good. And that’s what’s crazy is there’s so much music now, it’s like, is there even a point in trying to make a career out of this? No. I don’t think so. Which I think is lending itself to the best music ever, cause people are like “there’s no fucking way I’m gonna make a career out of this, I might as well just make what I want, whatever I want.” 

You used to have to deal with the label, but now everything is just, “yeah go for it.”

It’s such a blessed time in that regard, but at the same time… let me chill on that. Let’s say, Marvin Gaye, “I Want You”? We’re not getting that right now. And that’s no hate to right now.  But it’s just like that was a whole different way of living, thinking, moving, breathing you know. It’s just a whole different way of recording. 

But we’re so blessed to be able to do exactly what we want without the idea of needing to make money off it. Obviously it would be nice. But it’s unlikely so people are just making cool shit. And I’m really thankful for that. 

You can find Samba Jean-Baptiste on Instagram here and YouTube here. Once again, listen to Cardinal any way you get your music. 

[sciencestyled]

Breaking the Sound (and Light!) Barrier with Barry the Flash

Hello esteemed dwellers of the internet and aficionados of all things fast and fabulous! We interrupt your regularly scheduled scrolling for a piece of literary artwork that’s hotter than the friction burn you’d get if you tried to tail The Flash. Our scarlet speedster, the sultan of speed, the warp of the west – Barry Allen has graced us with his written presence.

Did you think that the Fastest Man Alive could only break sound barriers? Cute. But we are here to dispel such rudimentary misconceptions. Barry’s as eloquent with words as he is swift on his feet. Sit tight, for we are about to unveil a chronicle where science and speed intertwine in a dance more mesmerizing than the Northern Lights on a starry night. But wait... we promised not to mention certain words, didn’t we? Consider that dance reference your free pass – we’re generous like that.

The Flash, in all his red-suited, golden-booted glory, has pulled back the curtain on a phenomenon we’ve all experienced but rarely appreciated: the Doppler Effect. Ah, the unsung hero of the symphonic sounds of the universe – wait, we did it again. Let's just say, it’s like the background vocalist who never gets the limelight but makes every tune, or in this case, swoosh and vroom, an auditory masterpiece.

If you've ever wondered why the sound of an ambulance morphs as dramatically as a caterpillar into a butterfly as it passes by, tip your hats to the Doppler Effect. It’s not just a scientific curiosity, oh no; it’s a universal jam session where wavelengths and frequencies are the notes composing the unscored melody of our existence.

Now, imagine this explained by none other than The Flash. Yes, bask in the euphoria that Barry Allen, with the charm that outpaces his speed, is unraveling this phenomenon. A serenade of science, if you will, where Barry's lyrical explanation of sounds, lights, and cosmic delights is as exhilarating as watching him circle the globe in a heartbeat.

In the immortal words of Shakespeare, “All the world's a stage,” but dare we say, Barry has turned it into a speedway. From Central City’s bustling boulevards to the silent, infinite corridors of the cosmos, he draws parallels that would make Einstein tip his hat. The Doppler Effect isn’t just observed; no, no, in Barry's swift hands, it's a lived experience, a sonnet of sound and light that is as tangible as the ground he races on.

And for those who delight in the mysteries of the cosmos, fear not. Our crimson crusader darts from the microscopic to the cosmic with ease that defies gravity. Redshift, blueshift – terms that might perplex the average Joe – are distilled into a narrative as exhilarating as a midnight sprint under the star-lit tapestry of the heavens.

So, what awaits you, dear reader, in this revelation penned by The Flash himself? A tour de force of a world where science is not a sterile study but a dynamic dance (last one, we promise) of energies and entities. Each line is a stride, each paragraph a lap, and each chapter a marathon where you’re racing beside The Flash, not just spectator but a companion in this sprint through the sonorous wonders of the Doppler Effect.

We’d say brace yourself, but who are we kidding? It’s The Flash. By the time you blink, you’re already amidst a narrative whirlwind that marries the majesty of speed with the elegance of sound and light, narrated by a man who’s as swift with words as he is on his feet. Hold onto your hats, folks, or better yet, let them be swept away in the zephyr of Barry’s speed as he leads us in a relay where the baton passed is not just knowledge but awe, not just understanding but wonder.

And for those who were secretly hoping for a speedster’s guide to time travel or inter-dimensional jaunts, remember – every gem Barry drops about the Doppler Effect is a key that unlocks doors to realms we're yet to tread. Every word, a footprint on paths where light and sound dance in unison to the rhythms of the universe. Oh, did we just – well, consider that a parting gift.

Onward, to the magnum opus where speed, science, and The Flash are not just intersecting paths but a superhighway of wonders, echoing the roars of the cosmos and the whispers of atoms, each note a testament to the silent symphony that is the Doppler Effect. Join us, will you? The finish line is where astonishment awaits, and Barry – well, he’s just getting started.

[arcanestudio108]

Welcome to the Tumblr

Era!!

Hi all!

There's kinks to work out, a tipjar to setup here, a Patreon to start, an actual site and mobile app to eventually start paying to run, but for now we're MIGRATING HERE!!

The Wixsite stuff will stay there for now. But we (read: just me) here at Arcane are working diligently between college classes to get this shit rolling again

Umm so articles before Valentine's Day in order but not dated are as follows.

Kool Aid Review (DOCS & TUMBLR GO LOOK)

Welcome to our temp tumblr HQ! (⭐ YOU ARE HERE)

The World According to Tyler, January 2024

Saviors & Neck Deep : A Perfect Same Day Pop Punk Duology

Arcane Anticipated Albums Calendar 2024

Why BMTH should avoid abandoning Post Human at all costs, an opinion piece

Article Submission box for outsiders/arcane contributor tryouts

So that's confirmed: Theres also some last year articles that'll come out TBA, and I will post Google doc links to twitter and tumblr so that until it becomes Patreon exclusive you can see any articles being written in real time. (Use the comment function on docs or twt DM me/ @ me in a tweet about an article to get your opinions included in the article)

When I get the tip jar up my policy will be the more people are chill with a "contribute what & when you can" model the less exclusive and pricey the Patreon will be (like my dream is like if we get a few thousand reading and tipping 0.01 in their currency whenever they can afford it, I can keep so much more as early access not exclusive access on Patreon, and keep the Patreon at 1$)

Also might give you my personal email on the Patreon when I make it 👀

Um ya aside from that I think I owe my 5-500 readers (I've got 0 clue how many there really are) the lowdown of the endgame goal here, which is as follows.

A platform of an app, a website, & a dedicated ig, twt, and tumblr

A Patreon with either exclusive or early access benefits

A clothing & merch brand

YouTube Channel

Multiple written contributors on the blog

A small independent multi-medium label/publisher studio (my goal will be to be like Handpicking artists and bands and linking them up to the people and companies best suited to help them grow, and try to be their home base so that if anyone they sign with tries to fuck them over we can come in guns ablazing and be their extraction team, I'm sure label is the wrong word but still)

A proponent of getting a warped tour type scene going in my home of Nova Scotia Canada, more genres, more bands. Like ultimate goal is when Warped tour comes back Nova Scotia gets at least one date

Masterclass alternative for artists to make a "how we did it" class.

Basically create the perfect creative network for everyone who isn't fortunate enough/ lives somewhere/ has the status to get one themselves.

Become big enough to be mentioned in the same sentence as some of the other alt media companies like Kerrang!, SPIN, AltPress, etc.

All of that stuff could be years or decades off, if it happens at all, but we dream big cos it's fucking fun.

See ya, love ya.

Tyler108x

[heritage-instrument-insurance]

Essential Tips for Ensuring Insurability of Your Cello Instrument

In the world of music, the cello stands as a cherished companion to musicians, offering soulful melodies and emotional resonance. For cellists, their instrument is not just a tool but a part of their identity. Protecting this precious possession goes beyond emotional attachment. It is a practical necessity. Dedicated musical instrument insurance provides peace of mind for sure. There is no point denying it. However, ensuring its insurability requires conscientious care and upkeep. Here are essential tips for musicians to maintain their cello’s insurability. Read on!

Regular Maintenance

Maintaining the cello’s condition is pivotal for insurability. Regular check-ups by a qualified luthier (instrument maker or repairer) are crucial. Establish a routine inspection schedule, addressing issues like cracks, open seams, or varnish wear. It not only preserves the instrument but also demonstrates diligence to insurers. So, get it checked by a professional regularly without fail.

Climate Control

Extreme temperatures and humidity levels can harm the cello. Make sure to store it in a controlled environment—avoid damp basements or hot attics. Invest in a humidity-controlled case or use a dampness regulator to preserve the wood's integrity, safeguarding it from warping or cracking. It will ensure the insurability of your cello insurance policy.

Safe Storage

Protect the cello from accidents by ensuring safe storage. Invest in a sturdy case that provides proper cushioning and support. When your string is not in use, store it in an upright position. It is better to avoid leaning or stacking other objects on it. It minimizes the risk of accidental damage.

Transportation Precautions

Whether you are commuting to performances or traveling for musical tours, take precautions during transportation. Use a reliable case with proper padding and secure fastenings. Never leave the cello unattended in a car due to temperature fluctuations or theft risks.

Documentation of Condition

Maintaining comprehensive documentation of the cello’s condition is utterly important. Take detailed photographs showcasing any existing wear, scratches, or unique features. Keep receipts, appraisals, and repair records. This documentation serves as evidence of the instrument’s condition for insurance purposes. You are most likely to need them should you file an insurance claim.

String and Bow Care

Regularly change cello strings and maintain the bow without fail. Clean the strings after each use to prevent rosin buildup, which can damage the instrument’s finish. Store the bow correctly—loosen the hair tension after playing, protecting it from warping. If you keep these small but crucial things in mind, your string instrument will be in good shape.

Professional Appraisal

Periodically seek professional appraisal to ascertain the instrument’s current value. As cellos appreciate over time, ensuring the coverage aligns with the instrument’s updated value is essential. Inform the insurer about any modifications or improvements made to the musical equipment.

Security Measures

Enhance security measures to safeguard against theft. Invest in security systems for your home or studio. Engrave or label the cello discreetly with identification details to aid in recovery if it gets stolen.

Insurance Policy Review

Regularly review your cello insurance policy. Ensure it adequately covers potential risks such as damage during performances, travel, or theft. Understand coverage limitations, deductibles, and the claims process to make informed decisions. When you know what your policy includes and excludes, things become clearer and easier to handle.

Professional Consultation

Seek guidance from insurance professionals specializing in musical instrument insurance. They can provide tailored advice based on your specific needs and circumstances, ensuring you have the right coverage. Always remember! When it comes to musical instrument insurance, the one-size-fits-all approach does not work. So, you need to find a plan that meets your expectations.

In conclusion, a well-maintained cello not only resonates with beautiful melodies but also ensures its insurability. By diligently following these tips for maintenance, storage, documentation, and security measures, musicians can safeguard their cherished instruments, ensuring their protection through comprehensive insurance coverage. Prioritizing the cello’s care isn’t just about preserving its beauty; it’s about preserving its legacy for generations to come.

[pestcontrolstgeorgesite]

Keep Your Kayak Safe and Intact: A Guide to Proper Kayak Maintenance and Storage

Kayaking is a great recreational activity that lets you enjoy nature and explore Las Vegas kayaking tours waterways. But owning a kayak requires more than just paddling skills and excitement. Proper maintenance and storage are critical to ensure your kayak keeps performing at its best and stays in good shape for years.

Neglecting to maintain and store your kayak can result in serious damage, compromising your safety on the water and possibly limiting your kayaking adventures. In this blog post, we will discuss essential tips and techniques for maintaining and storing your kayak properly.

Clean Your Kayak After Every Use Regardless of whether you're paddling in fresh or saltwater, cleaning your kayak after every use is crucial. Saltwater can cause corrosion to metal parts, while debris and mud can clog your scupper holes. Rinse your kayak thoroughly with fresh water and use soap and a sponge to remove dirt and grime that can build up over time. Be gentle with the soap, especially with fiberglass or plastic kayaks, and avoid using abrasive cleaning tools.

Protect Your Kayak from the Sun and Heat Sun exposure and heat can damage your kayak over time, causing discoloration, warping, and other issues. Always store your kayak in a shaded area away from direct sunlight when not in use. If you need to transport your kayak on your vehicle's roof, cover it with a UV-resistant tarp to block out the sun's rays. Keep in mind that extreme temperatures can also affect your kayak's performance, so avoid storing it in a garage or shed that gets too hot or cold.

Check for and Fix Any Damages Promptly Even minor cracks or scratches can worsen over time, leading to leaks and other problems that jeopardize your safety on the water. Regularly inspect your kayak for any damages, such as cracks, dents, or holes, and address them promptly. Small cracks can be fixed with a fiberglass repair kit or plastic welder, while larger issues may require professional help. Do not hesitate to fix any damages to ensure your kayak stays seaworthy.

Store Your Kayak Properly Storing your kayak properly is just as important as maintaining it. If you have a garage or a shed, you can store your kayak on its side or upside down using a kayak rack. If you're short on space, consider using a wall mount or a pulley system to save floor space. Never store your kayak on its keel or cockpit, as this can deform and weaken the plastic or fiberglass. Ideally, store your kayak in a cool, dry, and ventilated area to prevent mold and mildew growth.

Prepare Your Kayak for Long-Term Storage If you're planning to store your kayak for an extended period, such as during the winter months, take some extra steps to protect it. First, clean and dry your kayak thoroughly to prevent any moisture that can cause mildew or corrosion. Apply a UV protectant spray or wax to the hull to shield it from the sun's damage. Finally, remove all accessories and store them separately to prevent any damage or mildew growth.

Kayaking is an excellent way to connect with nature and experience new adventures. However, owning a kayak comes with responsibility, and proper maintenance and storage should be a top priority for any kayaker. By following the tips discussed in this blog post, you can ensure your kayak stays safe, intact, and ready for your next Las Vegas kayaking tour. Remember to clean your kayak after every use, protect it from the sun and heat, fix damages promptly, store it properly, and prepare it for long-term storage. With these essential steps, you can enjoy the thrill and joy of kayaking for years to come.

Learn more about this topic here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiberglass

[cyarsk5230]

Crunkcore (also known as crunk punk and scrunk) is a musical fusion genre characterized by the combination of musical elements from crunk, post-hardcore, heavy metal, pop, electronicand dance music. The genre often features screamed vocals, hip hop beats, and sexually provocative lyrics. The genre developed from members of the scene subculture during the mid 2000s.

According to MasterClass, crunkcore originated by fusing "post-hardcore punk and hip hop into an aggressive, party-hearty sound in the mid-2000s." The genre took influence from various subgenres related to post-hardcore (screamo and emo) and heavy metal (metalcore and nu metal). Other genres to influence crunkcore acts include rap rock, electropop, dance-pop, techno, and funk.Writer and musician Jessica Hopper claims that Panic! at the Disco's fusion of emo and electronicelements influenced the development of crunkcore in the mid-2000s. While crunkcore is typically characterized by the use of screamed vocals, some crunkcore artists do not scream. For instance, Warped Tour co-creator and CEO Kevin Lyman calls the group 3OH!3 "the real tipping point for scrunk", and said that "though 3OH!3 doesn't incorporate the blood-curdling screams of many scrunk acts, they were the first emo-influenced act to depart from traditional instruments in favor of pre-programmed beats", while still retaining many of the stylistic elements of emo. The Millionaires, who do not use screamed vocals, are also crunkcore.

The Phoenix described crunkcore as "a combination of minimalist Southern hip-hop, auto-tune croons, techno breakdowns, barked vocals, and party-till-you-puke poetics". Inland Empire Magazine described the genre as combining "post-hardcore and heavy metal licks with crunk."

Culture and criticism

The Boston Phoenix has mentioned criticism of the style, saying that "the idea that a handful of kids would remix lowest-common-denominator screamo with crunk beats, misappropriated gangsterisms, and the extreme garishness of emo fashion was sure to incite hate-filled diatribes".Amy Sciarretto of Noisecreep noted that crunkcore is "oft maligned as the nu metal of this generation." The group Brokencyde in particular has been singled out, with John McDonnell of The Guardianreviewing their music unfavorably. AbsolutePunkfounder Jason Tate said that the level of backlash against Brokencyde is more than he has seen for any single act in the ten years. According to Tate, "they're just that bad, and they epitomize everything that music (and human beings) should not be." Brokencyde member Mikl has acknowledged the criticism leveled at them, but stated, "We don't care what people say ... All these critics are trying to bring us down, and yet we're selling a lot of copies of our music and that's because of our dedicated fans." Writer Jessica Hopper also has criticized the group, but acknowledged its appeal to teenagers, stating "brokeNCYDE just completely references anything that might be a contemporary pop culture reference, or anything that a teenage person is into.... You kind of get everything at once."3OH!3 drew similar controversy in 2015 by releasing a single titled "My Dick".

[sebrrari]

can we please get director's commentary on this moment from one of ur most underrated works ever!!

hiiiiiiii omg i’m so glad you asked 🤩

from there is a ghost at the end of this song

i love this scene because it’s daniel trying to be sooooo chill and failing miserably, and it’s charles getting his first real shot at flirting™️ that daniel can’t really pass off as anything else but. this fic goes from this scene to them fucking really quickly, but i think it’s because this little hint of fire just lights daniel up until he’s ablaze and that’s how warped tour summers always seem to hit.

seb’s grin doesn’t waver. “i would love that. so would charles, i think. isn’t that right?” (seb has clearly clocked charles and his crush that’s a mile wide and i think he’s even ribbed charles about it alone when it’s just the band, but he’s teasing in that little accented smiley tone he pulls out when he’s being a little shit and maybe playing match maker a little bit)

charles flips seb off again, but looks up from his phone to address daniel directly. “i’d like that a lot,” he says, just loud enough for daniel to hear. his eyes stay on daniel for a sharp moment; daniel feels pinned like a butterfly. (charles’s attention on daniel has him absolutely entranced - terrified and enraptured. he doesn’t let himself accept attention like this, especially from men, especially this earnest and especially not anywhere but the corner of a dark bar, but charles bypasses everything and asks him to accept the attention in this moment, to lean closer to hear him and to not flinch away. daniel listens. he leans in.)

pierre comes walking up, then, and the spell breaks. (pierre, who has an effortless familiarity with him, though it’s never been romantic - even if they tried it once or twice.) the tips of daniel’s ears heat up with groundless jealousy as he watches them move around each other, more familiar than he would’ve guessed for college friends. (daniel didn’t expect or want to feel jealous, but charles’s presence in daniel’s mind keeps doing things to him, things he normally can hold down.) the feeling drips down his spine and into his chest to simmer until there’s time for it to come out in the wash when he’s writing, safe and pulled apart until it can’t hurt him. (i love this part - maladaptive coping mechanisms 😍💕. daniel intellectualizes his way out of being close with anyone or trusting. he wants to digest this feeling and spit it out into lyrics later - he won’t be able to. it’ll consume him instead.)

he goes quiet, content to nurse his drink and watch the conversation for a few minutes. lewis and pierre are fast friends, going from a stumbling handshake to trading sore throat tea recipes in a matter of minutes. (i love the idea of pierre + lewis being friends and teaching each other which vegan throat lozenges actually work so they don’t kill their vocals this summer. fwends!) seb and charles are huddled close and talking in tones too hushed for daniel to eavesdrop on (i don’t really know what they’re talking about. but charles isn’t scolding seb or anything - maybe seb is trying to encourage charles to make a move? maybe they’re just talking, maybe daniel is an unreliable narrator and is projecting who’s to say (ok i am to say and i guess it’s the latter)) and the rest have gone off to go make trouble elsewhere until bus call.

[best-infinite-brawl]

ROUND ONE: SIDE A, PART A

(Zenith - @nb-hedgewolf. Warped tour - @infififi Descriptions under the readmore!!)

Zenith:

well basically the premise of this infinite is that he ends up wounded after the final battle, and gadget eventually finds him and kinda projecting over the nearly dead mercenary decides to try and redeem infinite

infinite goes thru an arc where he has to earn the trust of others, where he is constantly being punished for who he was by the townsfolk and having no one but gadget to stand for him eventually infinite learns to open to gadget but also to show he can truly be a better person, he never makes up for what he did in the past, but can anyone make up for what they did ever in their life? he shows he wants to redeem himself and that's enough, because that takes a lot to admit you did bad and to want to change

Warped Tour:

Post forces everything finally seems to be going back to normal, with eggman defeated and infinite suspiciously disappearing out of thin air the residents begin celebrating the victory and rebuilding their towns and cities with the help of the newly founded restoration. 7 months of peace pass before odd happenings begin cropping up again, loose badniks regain a sense of organization and the chaotix get a mysterious tip to a certain mr tinker, alls well that ends as sonic and co decides he’s no longer a threat but little do they know the sinister plots bubbling beneath the surface……

after the war infinite finds himself broken, missing the power he once had as the phantom ruby also sustains hefty damages. The jackal is lost, almost giving up entirely before he is found by the Babylon rouges, taking him in and fixing him up.(wave the swallow personally taking advantage of his state to find out more about the phantom rubies abilities) returning to the world below the rouges airship with a new robotic companion in tow to keep him(and the phantom ruby) in check, infinite struggles to find where exactly he fits in this new world, but as newfound interest in his old nemesis shadow the hedgehog surfaces, infinite intends to find out no matter the cost…

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How To Store Musical Instrument In Personal Storage In Sydney?

Are you a touring musician? Perhaps, music is your most cherished hobby! Regardless of your relationship with music, as you grow your collection of instruments, you will require a place to safely hold them. And this is where the best personal storage in Sydney comes in. If you don’t want your family members or roommate to accidentally knock over the beloved guitar or scratch the piano, renting a storage unit is a great idea. 

Storage units are typically safe for storing a variety of things for the long and short term. Most reputed units are pest-free, climate-controlled, and have security systems and safety measures to protect your valuables from all kinds of dangers. However, they can’t save your instruments if you fail to prepare them for the storage facility in the first place. 

Musical instruments are usually fragile and can break due to the slightest inconvenience. Therefore, to help you avoid the musical mishap, we present a few tips to help you prepare your instruments for storage!

So, let’s dive right in!

Easy Tips To Store Musical Instrument In Personal Storage In Sydney!

Musical instruments are expensive. So, naturally, you won’t want them to get damaged just because you were too lazy to pack them properly. So, follow these and ensure your favourite instruments remain as good as new in the storage!

1. Take Them Apart

Most musical devices have the flexibility for a standard tear-down. Taking apart the instruments will make storage easy and reduce their chances of breakage during transportation. So, loosen the components of the drumheads and strings, and if you have a piano, take it to a professional. You can completely break down the drum kits and remove mouthpieces, reeds and straps. It will also prevent the wood from warping.

2. Clean Them 

Before putting anything into personal storage in Sydney, you must clean and dry them, including the musical devices. For most instruments, such as guitars, you can use a damp microfiber cloth to remove the skin oils and dust. You may require warm water and gentle cleaners for devices like brass. It will help get rid of the odour. Remember to dry the instruments and apply a polishing product if applicable. 

3. Use A Case Or Cover

You can consider the original packaging of your instruments to cover them. Or you can ask your storage facility provider for packing assistance. Soft gig bags, smooth blankets for wrapping and plastic dust covers are a few options to cover the items.

4. Pack Them Carefully

With the packaging, ensure the tools don’t have much room to move. It will prevent transportation damage. Experts recommend using acid-free paper and sheets to protect fragile parts of the instruments. Furthermore, keep in mind to use an appropriate case or bag to store the removal parts, like strings.

5. Store Them Properly

Think about how you plan to organise the instruments in your storage. It’s best to keep them against a wall, near the door or on the floor. In addition to that, avoid stacking fragile and oddly shaped items as they will break from the pressure. You can also use shelves for organising the pieces.

Wrapping Up

Hopefully, these tips will help you store precious instruments in reputed personal storage in Sydney. Remember, the quality of the storage facility will also play a role in keeping your valuables safe. Thus, always choose an accredited, well-known, climate-controlled, secure and pest-free unit.

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