#you heard band dad!

[penelopepitstopp]

[somethingsomethingcomic]

beware my wine rants

[caterpillarinacave]

my world has been flipped over

[romance-incubomp3]

aghhhh:(

[talesfromthebandgeekmafia]

Oh my god the Counting Crows bit in the new cut for time episode from Make Some Noise got me & my dad so bad

[teratodentata]

Occasionally going through 1950s music (and earlier) to add things to the playlist that functions as the shuffle bag from which I pull chapter names for this fanfiction and I am constantly reminded that I am a big stupid slut for 1950s rock music, despite myself, why did nobody ever tell me that Dale Hawkins’ “Susie Q” fucked so hard

[forkandknife]

Surprised by how many people haven’t heard of warren zevon. Bruce Springsteen enjoyers listen to warren zevon and cry with me

[rotisseries]

were any of you gonna tell me that sleep token has actual lore. and a conlang. I thought it was just the masks

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: February 26

“Diamonds in the Mud” by Gerry Cinnamon

[heavenknowsffs]

for the music asks: 2, 4, & 17 :)

hii! thank you for the asks 🥰

2. Name some of your top songs from this year

OOOHHH! okay i'm gonna do 2023 because we are getting some BANGERS already

Screaming Suicide // Metallica ; Strung Out Johnny // Iggy Pop ; Mark Chapman // Maneskin ; Love From The Other Side // Fall Out Boy (i'm open to suggestions of new songs - or even old ones ofc! but i make a yearly playlist and i've been loving that because it allows me to know more music)

4. Top shows you have seen

in order: Metallica Lisbon (2018), Metallica Lisbon (2019), Metallica Lisbon/Nos Alive (2022) , The Pretty Reckless London (2022) and Evanescence Lisbon (2022)

17. What does music mean to you?

Literally everything. It has saved my life countless times and will continue to do so i believe, it's what i aspire to work with all my life and surround myself with every second i'm alive, i have and will keep making sacrifices to go to shows, i would rather not eat just to see a band live. i'm a band aid

[agentthirsty]

The new Rivals song hits too close to home lmfao

[possum-tooth]

got a bunch of vinyls from my coworker today including fucking quadrophenia. like are you joking me

[mydadlistenstothis]

New podcast episode is up! This week, we pour ourselves a couple of white russians and abide with the music of Creedence Clearwater Revival!

[crescentmp3]

my relatives should stop walking in on me headbanging while listening to metal

[sailforvalinor]

My dad told me that I asked him to play this at my wedding—I have no memory of this, but I’m still absolutely on-board

[moralesispunk]

I think you're either team ghost x civilian wife! reader where the rest of the 141 have no idea you exist or team they know and it's a very familial like and I'm the first one

simon who does everything he can to keep you his secret, even more so when your family starts to grow. when he's finished with a mission he will spend the next 48hrs barely sleeping, moving around to make sure no one is on his tail before making it home into your arms.

it's not that he doesn't trust the 141, but you and your family are far too precious to trust anyone with. you've heard the stories of all of the other men, are sure you would need only one look at them to be able to guess which man belongs to the many names he's told you over the years, but you're aware they don't know that you exist.

that on the rare nights simon ventures out to meet them for a sole pint between missions they think he's holed up in some bachelor flat back in manchester, perhaps with a string of women that come and go, but they couldn't be more wrong with his wedding band hidden under his gloves when he's home like now or safely in his drawer at home when he's on missions.

and it's not that he doesn't wish he could shout about you from the rooftops. everyone in your town knows that the big scary man whose face is always conveniently hidden in the shadows has a missus at home who brings your chubby babies to the toddlers and drops your kids off at school.

but the 141 don't know about you, not until enough time has passed since simon retired to consider it safe enough. simon with his aching joints and trembling hands, the ringing in his right ear and back pain that requires at least two, hour long soaks in the bath a week. simon the husband and dad who has butterfly clips in his hair and at least one nail painted from the game of hairdressers his oldest likes to play, a bright pink plaster on his knee to match the youngest, and one hand on your belly at all times with the third (and final in your opinion but simon is working on that) of your brood.

simon who is out for drinks with the 141 three years after retirement and slips and says something about moving house and the hassle, the rest of the men deciding they will help and so simon decides it's finally time. but he doesn't forewarn them about his family before the day, standing in the garden of your packed up house that your family has outgrown while the men stumble out of the van they hired only to stop dead in their tracks when they see you.

you who is waving in the doorway, a toddler on your hip and looking like you're about to pop while another child - maybe six or seven by their guesses - swings from simon's arm, with a dog jumping up paws on his chest. and like the man he is he doesn't explain, just jerks his chin towards the piles of boxes and empty moving van he's started to pack.

"think you can start making a move on that?"

a few hours later and still no explanation from simon, he's in the first van packed with all the furniture and bigger boxes with you and the kids and the guys follow behind, slack jawed and still confused as they stay speechless until they pull up at the new house.

they're still staring at you as you pile out of the first van and you're shaking your head, elbowing simon in the ribs and muttering a "put them out their misery, Si" and they swear they almost drop dead when they see how gently he handles you, an arm around your waist and a kiss to your temple as he guides you and the two gremlins towards the guys while the dog starts sniffing around its new home.

"fellas, this is the missus and kids," he says and you roll your eyes, holding out your hand towards them and introducing yourself by name, adding on the kids who beam up shyly at these strangers.

that seems to shake them out of it. john takes your hand first, shaking and turning to simon with a "you hide her away in case we try to steal her from you?" he winks and you and only grins wider when simon's hand on your hip seems to squeeze tighter. gaz and soap are bending down and coaxing your two girls out of their shyness, complimenting their light up trainers and asking if it makes them run faster before cheering them on as they run to the front door and back.

they set you up on a fold out chair and do all the heavy lifting as you point them and the boxes in their arms to their correct rooms. later, Simon treats them to dinner (a takeaway) and has you sitting on his knee with the girls in bed and for the first time he spends a night with the guys telling you stories of Simon "Ghost" Riley.

"they're lyin' love," he'll mumble in your ear at every story, "don't believe them do ya?" his hand strokes up your back, squeezing your neck.

"yeah, babe, believe you," you say while smiling at the men around your new dining room table, men who have saved your husbands life more times than he can count, and you find yourself curling closer to simon because of that