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for anyone confused about what’s going on, catfish and the bottlemen have officially broken up. the company name was changed and appears that van will be going solo. there are no official statements but it’s quite obvious
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WAKE UP BITCHES WAKE UP ‼️‼️
#IM FUCKING CRYIGG N#shitpost#catfish and the bottlemen#van mccann#johnny bond#bondy#catb#my posts#benji blakeway#bob hall
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#nvm he was looking at the interviewer’s shoes or something 😂#the way he tickles bondy though 🥰#van mccann#johnny bond#bondy#video
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‼️‼️EMERGENCY QUESTION‼️‼️ are there any baby bondy photos
Hello love omg emergency emergency I’m on the case! 🚨🚨🚨
I don’t have any really baby Bondy but I found these for you… feel free to add to this anyone if you have more x
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Love Again
Chapter 3
Sam's POV
The silence between Y/N and me was uncertain territory. Never in our lives had we spent more than a few days without talking, or any other form of communication whatsoever. But my anger for the girl still seethes inside me. How could she make this situation about her, and make me the bad guy? It’s not my fault she reacted so poorly to me having a girlfriend. Am I not allowed anymore to be happy and live my life the way I want?
I huff to myself and make my way upstairs to pack.
Knowing how bored I’m going to get, I ring Dean and put him on speaker as soon as he picks up
“Alreet Sam?” he asks joyfully.
“Aye, how are things going over there?” I ask curiously. Dean and his fiancé Reagan had finally adopted a puppy just after the Christmas days, after debating for almost a year whether to get a pet or not.
A cute little labradoodle pup named Maple was now part of their family and let’s just say toilet training and raising that little rascal has been more challenging and exhausting than anticipated.
“She’s wracking havoc, as usual, but knowing that in about an hour she will be exhausted and come searching for cuddles makes everything worth it I guess” Dean laughs down the phone. Being very well used to the dog’s energy by now.
After a few minutes of laughing and taking the piss out of each other as usual, Dean wants to know what I’m up to
“I’m packing mate, going down to London remember?” I’m trying to be as vague as possible, not wanting to go into detail again.
After my fight with Y/N, even my mates had sided with her, trying to make me understand why I should’ve reacted better and not snap at her like that. I didn’t need another lecture from Dean.
“You’re still going then?”
“Yes, Deano, am still going” I tell him in a sterner voice. I throw some shirts and jumpers into my small suitcase. I run my hand through my hair and sigh. Dean has known me since we were young boys, he knows me better than most people. Taking the hint to not further upset me he asks “Howd’ya feel about meeting her family. Yer nervous at all?”
I’m going down to London for about a week to wrap up some last-minute things with my label, before going on tour. And to meet Amber’s parents. We met through her brother a few months ago, but meeting her parents after such a short time is still a big deal and I’m anxious. What will they say about their daughter dating a person like me, someone that’s in the public eye and has their every step viewed and criticized. What if it is too soon to take such a big step in our short time together?
“I divn’t kna, like. I’m excited to see Amber again, and a guess one Sunday dinner with her family ain’t gan hurt me” I shrug to myself as I let Dean in on my thoughts.
“Have you talked to her about it? Maybe you should wait a bit longer with that aye?”
“Amber recons I’ll be fine. Her brother will be there too and a mean I’ve known Zack for a while now too. So I won’t feel too out of place like.”
“Reet, if you say so”
“Dean, come on, it’s not like I’m gan marry her next week!” I say with my voice raised. I know my friends mean well, but knowing that they all think I mistreated Y/N and are now starting to second guess my relationship with Amber is not the kind of support I thought I’d get from me best mates.
“A know that Sam, it’s still a bit odd though, innit! And you won’t be here to see off Y/N before her big tour. Is that really where you want to leave things?”
I zip my suitcase shut and take a seat on my bed.
“Look Dean, I wish we would’ve left things differently but am not gan just run back and apologize for something I ain’t got any control over. She’s got to sort oot her jealousy or whatever it is and then we can talk.”
I hear him sigh and wait for a response. I know he doesn’t like this predicament. He’s known and been friends with Y/N basically as long as I have. Always feeling very “big brother” protective of her. But I’m glad he’s still hearing my side of the story and not turning his back on me. That’s why I’m not surprised to hear his next words
“Alreet. Just please don’t let this get any worse between you two! I hate seeing yous like that!”
I let out a small noise of acknowledgement and get ready to end our call
“Safe travels, shoot us a text once you’re in London”
“Aye, I’ll talk to you tomorrow” and with that the line goes dead. With my phone in one hand, I pick up the small suitcase with the other and make my way downstairs, where I leave my luggage in the hallway before making my way onto the sofa for a quiet night in.
Y/N's POV
It’s my last night in Newcastle for the next few months. I’m flying to Amsterdam tomorrow to meet my bandmates as well as our crew and the team for the first gig of our tour. Heidi, Chloe and I are currently on our way to the Low Lights to meet our friends for another legendary night together.
You love living here so much. You felt like such an outsider in the beginning, being very conscious of your American accent. But everybody in this little town made you feel very at home very quickly and having incredible friends and a community around you really makes it feel like you belong here.
Walking down the hill towards the pub, the three of us already hear the chatter from the guests that are standing outside for a quick smoke. Walking passed with a quick wave and friendly hello’s, we walk past the bar, greeting the staff that’s working tonight, and make our way into one of the bigger rooms in the back. It’s been specifically reserved for my farewell tonight. Sure, all of us are regulars at this point, but a party like this deserves some privacy from all the regular patrons. And I want to be able to see and chat with all of my friends before leaving them for a while.
“Look who just walked in” I hear Joe shout before I even see him. He comes walking towards me with the biggest smile on his face, pint in hand.
“Hi Joe” I smile at him and open my arms for his impending hug. Joe isn’t that much younger than Sam and the other lads, but with his young boyish charm he has always been my partner in crime and one of my favorite people.
His girlfriend Holly comes running towards us with an equally big smile on her face
“Hey Y/N/N” she greets me with a tight hug as well. She had instantly become a part of us girls. Her and Heidi only being a couple of years younger than Chloe and I. It was perfect and always a good riot when the four of us got together.
More of my friends come to greet us and we quickly fall into comfortable chats around the room. I take of my coat and throw it down onto one of the benches before I ask Chloe and Heidi what they want to drink.
Making my way to the bar I order two pints of Inch’s Cider and one Guinness for Heidi. While I wait, Reagan stops next to me to order another pint for herself and Dean.
“So how d’you feel pet? Excited to be the big Rockstar you were always meant to be and start this tour?”
“Reaa” I laugh a bit embarrassed, hiding my face in her shoulder. Dean and Reagan got together when they were still in school. I only ever knew them together, so when Dean became somewhat of a big brother to me, she immediately became my big sister.
“Come on” she shakes her shoulder with a laugh and I lift my head off of it
“It’s what you’ve been working for the past four years. You bloody deserve it!”
“Thanks love” I smile at her. “I’m actually really excited. Me and the girls still can’t quite believe that it’s happening. It’s mad” Reagan and I pick up our drinks and make our way back to the group. I sit down next to Chloe who’s chatting to Holly and Liv. I set the cider down in front of us and face Reagan and Tom who sat down opposite me.
“I cannot wait for your Newcastle show, pet. It’ll be so incredible to see you play here at home” Tom says enthusiastically. I thank him and toast my glass to his. It still going to be months until that show, but it’s definitely one of the gigs I’m looking forward to the most. Getting to play in Newcastle, to all of my friends here is such an incredible privilege.
“It’s going to be wild. Half of that crowd will be people I actually know” I laugh “That’s not going to be nerve-racking”
The two laugh at that “You’re playing entire arenas all over Europe, I think you’ll be fine with a few Geordies in the room like”
We chat for a bit longer, enjoying our drinks and the atmosphere around us. Believe it or not, I tend to be quite a bit of a socially awkward introvert when it comes to bigger crowds, unless I’m standing on a stage. Yes, I am aware of the irony. But being in a room with all my friends like this has never felt weird or awkward. They all make me feel at ease and I can fully be myself.
I look around the room and only then does it hit me, one of those, if not the most important person that usually always calms me isn’t here tonight. Sam. I know we are not on the best terms at the moment, but I thought he’d at least be here, on my last night.
Before I can dwell on the fact I’m interrupted by a shout of my name
“Y/N, come ‘ere a minute” I try to find the source of that voice and my eyes land on Jack. He’s talking to another guy while waving me over. As I get closer I can hear the two talk and I instantly recognize the other voice. That deep and soft timbre, the accent. Before I even join them, I have the biggest smile on my face.
Jack must’ve seen I was getting close as he turns to me and throws his arm around my shoulder before happily announcing “Look who’s come to see you off”
My eyes stray from him over to the other person I had yet to greet. As soon as I had joined them he had stopped talking and is now looking at me with his soft blue eyes
“Hi John” I look up at him with the biggest grin.
“Hello Y/N” he replies before pulling me into a warm embrace. We linger like that for a moment before pulling away
“You actually came! I was afraid you big international Rockstar might be off busy somewhere in the world. But you’re here just for little ol’ me” I pull my most innocent smile and look up at him again. Seeing the mischief in his eyes already, I know a response isn’t far behind
“Actually a just popped in to see Jack and have a pint”
My grin brightens and I take his arm to lead him towards our table. He’s greeting friends along the way until I make him sit down next to me on the bench.
I hadn’t seen Johnny in months. He was another lad from Newcastle whom I had met early on through Sam. Johnny, Sam, Jack, Heidi; they all knew each other through the music scene here in the Northeast. Some of them had started playing at Surfcafe, others while playing Buskers nights in the local pubs. Johnny had his own band to play and tour the world with for a few years now. But only recently had he decided to be less of a part in that Band, and start fresh with his buddy Lou to focus more on his own creative ideas.
“I’m so happy to see you B” we clink both of our glasses together and take a sip each.
“I wouldn’t miss this, pet. You going away for so long is a big deal” he nudges my shoulder and smiles down at me. Even though Johnny has the wackiest sense of humor and wildest personality, he still manages to be one of the sweetest most generous people I have ever met. And I’m so grateful for him and his words. Although they leave a bad taste in my mouth
“Not everybody seems to think so” I tell him quietly, almost not wanting him to hear. I don’t want to ruin the mood or my last night here, but instantly my thoughts go back to Sam.
“Hm, what d’you mean?” he leans his head on his hand and turns his full attention to me. I look away and into the room filled with my friends, all here for me. All, except for one.
“Uhm” I say hesitantly “Sam isn’t here tonight”
“What? Why isn’t he here?” Johnny is completely taken aback by my news. It being very unusual that you don’t find Sam and I together, especially here in the Low Lights.
“Yeah, he uhm, he’s in London” I look over to Johnny to see his reaction “We had a fight, a couple weeks ago and, haven’t really spoken since then” I admit. I can see Johnny’s eyes cloud over with confusion before they clear again and he speaks up
“But he does know you’re going to be gone for months, aye?”
“Well yes, but I guess his new girlfriend was more important” I give him a sad smile before taking a long drink of my pint.
“Y/N/N” sympathy clear in his voice as I lean into his shoulder. The arm he has just put around my waist squeezing me gently into his side.
“I’m so sorry pet! I can’t believe him”
As if she can feel my mood shift, Chloe walks back into the room with two new glasses of Cider for us and sets them down on the table in front of me. “Here you go, hun. Thought you could do with a refill” she sits back down next to me.
“You alright?” she asks concerned
“Yeah” I tell her as I sit back up straight and take one of the glasses she has just brought over
“Just feeling a bit emotional about leaving you lot. I don’t know how you’ll handle things without me” I feel Johnny squeeze my arm in understanding before I wink at Chloe
“I think we’ll be alright here babe” she cackles before taking a drink.
The three of us fall into an easy conversation. My head feels light and my heart is full thanks to all these wonderful people in the room. I am so ready for what’s to come. I just wish there wasn’t this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, that I was missing something.
#sam fender fanfic#sam fender imagines#sam fender fanfiction#sam fender x reader#sam fender#johnny bond#bondy#love again
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he is such a fun friend in college type of guy
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Glad the countrys treating you
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I’m so just amazed and perplexed by everything.
Fans love Showtime of course, and critics hate it - which is not surprising since Catfish has never been a critically acclaimed band.
But the critics are hitting on exactly the lackluster part of it that two members left and the sound is hollow, and of course have noticed that it’s just Van and Sardy. All of which seems so predictable to me.
Van’s not dumb - wouldn’t he have known that if he just went it alone like this, critics would say it’s shit because two members left “for more creativity” (literally a quote from a review) and he didn’t bother to (or can’t?) get any other musicians to work with him?
I guess the answer is he just doesn’t give a fuck. He never has I guess. Fuck it if they talk, because he gets to headline Reading and sell albums. And Sardy must not give a fuck either.
Critics have said their music is predictable and mindless in the past, but these reviews feel different…it’s like there was more pressure since he’s been away so long to grow musically, but he hasn’t. And fans don’t mind I suppose, because it’s got a lot of the same elements.
Maybe all this is just me being confused about my own feelings because tbh I’ve had so much anger at Van I wasn’t sure if I wanted the song to be good or not.
Now I realize I did want it to be good but I don’t think it is…and of course that is subjective, like anyone is allowed to love it and I’m happy for them loving it, and I want people to go off and love it.
But I’m sad for them all and what they had…maybe this personal catharsis will be the closure I’ve been searching for.
Don’t mind the muttering of a sad confused weirdo who just has too much invested in this stupid band 🙃🙂😆
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It’s been Benji’s bday and tomorrow is Van’s so I’ve been listening Catb and and thinking about them and feeling emotional. I realised that now I feel a little bit sad whenever I hear their music. So I decided to start to play their songs again because make music cheers me up.
It’s not that good as I’d like but I’m pretty proud since I’m new on bass and is the first song I play complete and standing, so there it goes my little tribute .
#also I think I’ve benn emotional bc I’m on my period lol#catb#catfish and the bottlemen#van mccann#benji blakeway#bob hall#bondy#johnny bond#rango#cover
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So I asked Bondy about The Safest Place's influences because I noticed some New Order/Cocteau Twins vibes on Knife-Edge and this is what he answered.
IF there's more like CT I might die as they're one of my fav bands.
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God is good, great, and gave us a band called Catfish and the Bottlemen.
#catfish and the bottlemen#van mccann#benji blakeway#johnny bond#bob hall#bondy#billy bibby#jon barr#of course i'm gonna include the past members 'cause they all did their part x
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CATB live @ KROQ Weenie Roast, June 8, 2019
📸: Daniel DeSlover
#catfish and the bottlemen#van mccann#johnny bond#benji blakeway#bob hall#bondy#catb#BOBS SO GONGEOUS HERE IM GONNA CRY
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Bondy’s a guest judge for a battle of the bands? 😯
#i actually think he’d be a great judge and provide good feedback#but i’d be so nervous!#johnny bond#bondy#archive
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The signing for the Ride was in the HMV on Oxford Street in London!
https://www.tumblr.com/thebottlemensource/145255536006/hmv-live-363-oxford-street-signing-527
Thank you anon how could I forget these pics! 🖤
#catb asks#catfish and the bottlemen#van mccann#johnny bond#bob hall#benji blakeway#look how van looks at bondy though
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Masterlist
Sam Fender x Reader
One-Shots
Absolute Bliss
What's Meant To Be
•Birthday Surprise (angst)
Series
“Love Again”
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Johnny Bond x Reader/OFC
One-Shots
Festival Reunion (smut)
3 a.m. Cuppas
#sam fender fanfic#sam fender imagines#sam fender x reader#sam fender#johnny bond fanfic#johnny bond imagines#johnny bond#sam fender fanfiction#johnny bond fanfiction#bondy#bondy imagines#catfish and the bottlemen#love again#julia writes
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Igloos Together | Blurb #3.1
Short little wintery Bondy fic to kick off the new year :)
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This was the first Christmas you'd spent with Bondy since moving in with him up north, and the weather was full of surprises. So when you woke up one morning to see your garden covered in a blanket of fresh snow you jumped out of bed and practically threw yourself down the stairs to check it out.
Barefoot and still in your dressing gown, you stepped out onto the lawn, instantly cringing from the cold that shot up through your legs. You didn't hear him come down the stairs, but Bondy chuckled behind you and coaxed you back inside with a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"We can go out there, just promise me you'll wrap up first." He said, playfully flicking your nose with his fingertip.
Now fully dressed in your coat and boots, knitted jumper tucked into your jeans, you practically dived face first into a pile of snow that had accumulated in the corner of the garden. Bondy was somewhere behind you scraping together bricks of snow.
Eventually you waddled over to him after flailing around in the snow and coating your clothes and hair in the cold powder.
"Want a hand?" You offered, curiously leaning over his shoulder and observing the spherical wall he'd begun making.
"Yes please love." He said, taking a few steps back to admire his progress so far. He gave you a few pointers and you got to work, packing the snow into solid rectangles and stacking them delicately on top of each other.
Eventually you’d developed a sort of system, you scrape snow into fairly even piles for him, Johnny does the more complicated job of making them into bricks before handing them back to you to add to the wall. You added the finishing touches by smoothing out the top and filling in the cracks with more snow to make it more “structurally sound” as Johnny had put it, before crawling inside. You both sat with your legs crossed, knees hugged closely to your chest as you chatted and watched your breath freeze as it left your lips.
“Hey, this isn’t half bad. I’d say we did a pretty good job.” You commented optimistically.
“Mhm and I think we should christen it with a joke”
“Oh god…” You roll your eyes
“How does a penguin build its house?”
You blink at him silently, preparing for the punchline
“Igloos it together” Johnny answers with a smirk
“I saw that one coming from a mile away”
“Did not.” He retorts like a child, playfully nudging you.
“Did too,” You argue back “anyway, ours doesn’t need glue. See? It’s rock solid-”
Just as you said that you knocked on the wall with your first to prove your point, however ended up putting your arm through the snow and causing the whole wall to collapse. Johnny chuckled as you struggled to free your arm from under the snow.
“Careful love, that could’ve been a lawsuit.”
“Shame it didn’t all come down on top of you, then you wouldn’t be laughing I bet.”
“You’re right I wouldn’t, I’d probably suffocate instead.”
“You wouldn’t suffocate, because unlike you I’d actually be concerned and help you out.”
When he eventually does rescue your arm from the rubble of your lovingly crafted igloo, he taps on your arm a couple of times.
“Hmm, looks like we’re gonna need an amputation.”
“Which I’ll pay for with the money I win from suing you.” You grinned
Touché
#Catb#catfish and the bottlemen#Catb fic#johnny bond#bondy#Catfish and the bottlemen fic#bondy fic#Johnny bond fic#Bondy fluff#johnny bond fluff#catb fluff#Catfish and the bottlemen fluff
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