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time-is-standing · 1 year

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top 10 songs of march

- a day late because we decided to spend 6 hours trying to make sense of a 1500 piece world of warcraft puzzle last night and fell asleep while doing that, lol

1. THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens

it's such a banger! I've known about the band before from tiktok but one of my friends showed me Just pretend and somehow that made me more curious. ever since that party I've been listening to this whole new album but this is by far the best song on it.

2. Complete Collapse - Acoustic by Sleeping With Sirens

march was such a fun month! I've been to my first ever VIP meet and greet before a concert and it was the best thing I've ever experienced! meeting the boys, who were there for me when noone was almost 10 years ago.. it was my best experience so far with musicians. they were down to earth, kind, they asked a few questions when I took the picture with them. lovely event!

3. Fighting Myself by Linkin Park

this song made me cry, it made me emotional, it changed my whole life, it had & has such a big impact on me! I'm obsessed.

& my fav memory ever: I had trouble sleeping, I've been going through a tough time lately and my bf knows I fall asleep easier if I listen to some music. I put this one on and he asked for the unused half of my earbuds so he can listen to it with me. I love this boy with my whole heart.

4. HOPE by NF

the last verse/the discourse at the end of this song opened up so many emotions and thoughts in me. knowing that I'm not alone and it gets better if you fight hard enough for it... life changing.

5. ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

I know this one from the tiktok trend & love the chill/sad vibes. it's all such a mood. actually the lyrics has so great storytelling, I enjoy songs like this one so much!

"lovely to sit between comfort and chaos" 🤍

6. deepfake by brakence

I'm super excited about this song. I've been listening to it on repeat in the last couple of days and it's actually one of the best brakence songs. love the dude as always.

7. The Exit by Conan Gray

I relate to this song endlessly.

family stuff is getting harder and harder to process as I'm getting more and more of my memories back. I never kenw this much stuff was hiding in the dark, but I'm not that suprised I've been dealing with shit this poorly if my whole life was a huge trauma. cptsd sucks.

8. September by Sparky Deathcap

still a huge fav. it makes me smile that this whole song is about some dude being so angry that he just wants to beat the shit out of someone. I live for the passion in this song.

9. The Search by NF

old fav, it surfaced again because of my obsession with HOPE. I found the line "looking for the map to HOPE" so fascinating, I belive this guy is a genius and I truly believe that I love every song he ever made.

10. And the Snakes Start to Sing by Bring Me The Horizon

I'm still stuck in this nostalgic mindset, especially with these huge albums turning 10, 20 years old (linkin park, bmth). this song had a huge effect on me and I always loved it but a few days ago I truly realized, that this is not a love song in any way shape or form.I always happened to find toxic, narcissistic people and their love was the only thing I knew. it's been 7 months since I've gotten together eith my bf and I noticed I was getting "bored" of the peace and comfort I'm getting from him. it's the strangest thing if you think about it. I'm getting bored because I'm safe, I'm not in danger anymore. it's truly a sad thing to realise.

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seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 2 years

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JD Woolsey on Instagram

#the song choice and the lyric choice #combine that with Louis’ choice of exit song - DMAs the Glow #jd woolsey #louis tomlinson #ltwt2022perth #linkin park #in the end

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mediumgayitalian · 3 months

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“Okay,” Will says, when they’re comfortably on the road. This early in the morning, Highway 17 is practically empty; nothing but sunny skies and clear air rushing through the open roof. The emptiness may also be attributed to the fact that it is a random Tuesday. “Pick a number between one and nine.”

“Uh, five.”

“Good choice, good choice.”

He opens the centre console, digging around Nico’s – well, and his, at this point – collection of CDs to find the right one. He makes a little noise of triumph when he finds it, blowing on the back and wiping it on his shirt before sliding it into the port.

“One half-assed polish isn’t gonna fix those scratches, Solace,” he teases.

“If you weren’t such an emo fuck, Playlist Five wouldn’t be so scratched.”

Nico laughs, conceding this round. Will looks inordinately pleased, nose scrunching along with his tiny smile even as Linkin Park starts blasting through the speakers, which he hates.

“Three songs ‘til Britney,” he grouches as Nico starts hollering along to Points of Authority. Nico shakes his head, still grinning – as if he didn’t make these playlists. If he is truly so miserable, he wouldn’t have put the song on at all.

(Nico knows, in the very back of his mind, that Will actually and truly cannot stand Linkin Park. To him, it’s not music at all. He has never been able to get into it, as much as he truly likes music of every genre. If Linkin Park is on this playlist, and they’re on more than one of the playlists Will has made specifically for their shared car rides, it’s because he cares about Nico more than he hates the band. Nico shoves this knowledge deep into the dustiest corners of his mind, because that’s more than he can afford to think about.)

The next couple hours pass by comfortably. There isn’t much to remark on the side of the road except the odd fruit stand, or farm advertising eggs and honey, so onward Nico drives. He keeps an eye on the odometer, but mostly trusts Will’s calculations. If he says they won’t need gas ‘til Anthony, wherever the hell that is, Nico believes him.

“Highway changes to the 98 through here,” Will says, nodding to the tiny sign that boasts nothing except Ft. Meade CITY LIMITS, right next to the giant banner half the size of the church it's attached to that reads, REPENT OR BURN.

Ah, Florida. Please one day change.

“Do I need to exit?”

“Nope, the road just changes to a different number.”

He eases off the gas as they approach the tiny town, watching carefully for state troopers. And, like, children, probably. So far he’s passed twelve gun ranges and one school, but whatever. He can have priorities, even if this garbage state doesn’t.

“Hm. 98 is a better number.”

“Absolutely not,” Will tells him, aghast. “17 is a prime number!”

“Ninety-eight is more fun to say. Also, prime numbers suck.”

“You take that back –”

Nico slides up his sunglasses, shaking his head fondly. Nerdiest nerd to ever nerd. He would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so endeared.

He presses back on the accelerator as they exit the town, turning up the music as Will’s rant ends. He shucks off his shoes – Feet off my goddamn dash, Solace – and curls up into his seat, burying himself in a book. Nico glances away from the road to try and read the title, but quickly gives up since the font is bright fucking purple, for some reason, and in some horrible looping shape that he knows will give him a migraine. All graphic designers should be in prison.

“Hey, there’s apparently a gator reserve forty-five minutes ahead.” Nico squints again at the book. Barely, he can make out “roadside” and “weird”. “‘Weird American Roadside Attractions’,” Will reads aloud, noticing Nico looking. “Such as a very nice and highly rated gator reserve –”

“No.”

“Road trip, Nico. Adventure.”

“I’m super happy to adventure away from living fucking dinosaurs, Solace.”

“Aw, come on, they’re kinda cute –”

“Two thousand pounds per square inch of jaw strength! You are the one who told me that!”

“You don’t think you could take one in a fight?”

Nico stares at his best friend incredulously. He’s got a thoughtful little frown on his face, looking at the sky as he contemplates. Nico notices, vaguely, that the shade of his irises is the exact same colour.

“No, I do not. Obviously.” He pauses. “You think you could take a fuckin’ gator?”

“I think it’s possible.”

“See, that’s crazy, because fifteen seconds ago I genuinely believed you were an intelligent person.”

“Do not lie to me and tell me you don’t have a list of animals you know you could take in a fight,” Will says, instead of rising to the bait. He waits, meeting Nico’s glare, eyebrows raised.

“An ostrich,” Nico admits, begrudgingly. “I feel like – one good punch to the throat –”

Will smiles smugly at him. “That’s what I thought.” He turns back to his book, fiddling with the corner of a page. “Also, ostriches are more closely related to dinosaurs than alligators. So. Check and mate, motherfucker.”

They pull into Anthony at around eleven, at pretty much exactly a quarter tank – just like Will predicted. He looks inordinately pleased about it, so Nico shoots off a quick prayer to the karma gods.

He trips on his way out of the Jeep. Nico smirks.

“I’m gonna go stretch my legs,” he says, unaware of Nico’s hand in his humbling. Nico waves him off, attention turned to the gas pump.

Annoyingly, as he pulls out his card and handles the pump, he remembers Will’s scrunched nose and pursed lips as he’d explained, when they were 16, how gas station pumps were frequently more germy than their toilets, and cleaned approximately one hundred percent less. Suddenly, his hand begins to feel grimey.

Twelve bags of chips, a gas station slushie, and a pair of clean hands later, Will is still nowhere to be found. Nico frowns, craning his neck to look around the tiny parking lot as if he somehow missed Will’s neon orange shirt the first time he looked. Still not catching sight of him, he walks hesitantly back to the Jeep, tucking his snacks away and biting his lip, contemplating. Will is both very fast and very easily distracted, but he has enough sense not to go too far in a random town five hours from home. If he sticks by the car and waits, Will’ll be back soon.

But, on the other hand, waiting is torture.

Easy decision, really.

He locks the door, hopes that no one will show up with a pair of wire cutters and a flathead screw driver, and sets off. The first thing he notices, and he adds it to his mental list of things to loudly complain about when Will is locked in the car with him, is that it is fucking sweltering. In the hours approaching the afternoon, the day has gone to pleasantly warm to so hot the air is actually thick with it, and he doesn’t have wind ripping through the open windows to cool him down. Plus, he’s wearing jeans, and for the first, and hopefully only, time in his life, he envies his friend’s cargo shorts.

The second thing he notices is that Anthony, Florida, is empty as shit. All the love in his heart to the people who call it home, but also, move, maybe. He’s hesitant to stray too far from the gas station, in case Will comes back and finds him gone, but there are no hills or anything. He can see quite far down the road. The only thing he sees is a possum starting a fight with a poor random guy – which, actually, is kind of fun to watch.

Perhaps he has judged Anthony too harshly.

“Nico!” shouts a voice, startling him. He whips around and finds Will, standing in the goddamn centre of the road, the dumbass, waving like a lunatic.

“There is no possible way I was going to miss you,” Nico informs him when he’s close enough. “You are approximately the height of the Washington monument. I could not miss you if I tried.”

“I wasn’t waving to get your attention, I was waving to shoo away the eagles that mistook you for a mouse.”

Nico kicks him in the shin. Will, well used to his violence, dodges, grinning, except in the act of hopping away from Nico’s dangerously hardy boots, he somehow wraps his foot around his own ankle and goes sprawling.

Nico smirks. “Who’s the short one now.”

Faster than he can even follow, Will’s hand darts out, wrapping around his ankle, and tugs, yanking him yelping on the asphalt next to him.

“Foul!”

“All’s fair in love and war, Neeks.”

Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up, Nico screams at the alarm bells blaring in his brain, he doesn’t mean it like that and you know it oh shit he’s looking this way quick look normal look normal –

“I can do war if that’s what you want, Solace,” he manages, honestly quite proud of himself for managing speech with approximately fourteen percent of his brain still functioning. Damn.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway.” He crawls to his feet, offering Nico a hand. He takes it, dutifully fighting the urge to pull Will down again, just to be an asshole. He’s cool like that, and most definitely being normal about the scrape of Will’s callused fingers against the inside of his forearm. “I found maybe the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, and I need you to come look at it immediately.”

“Sick,” Nico says, immediately intrigued. He and Will have their differences, sure, but if there’s one thing they can agree on it’s their sense of humour.

He follows will down the road, passing the gas station again. (His car, thankfully, remains in one piece and beautifully not-robbed.) They dark across an empty intersection, walking across a yellowed lawn as they approach a run-down, patchy, one-storey bungalow with a rusted sign that reads: The Iron Works.

“Behold,” says Will gleefully, “the Abstract Iron Centaur.”

And behold, Nico does.

Gaping, he observes the structure standing proudly under the sign. Striding proudly, rather, its front legs bent to simulate movement, its human arms poised as if ready to strike. It wears a medieval knight’s helmet, and holds a rusted axe. The entire structure is a little taller than Will, and made of, presumably, iron, rusted into a light roan red.

“Abstract Iron Centaur,” Nico repeats, after several minutes of silence.

Will still looks delighted. “It was in my book. I had no idea what to expect and also I didn’t believe it was real. Isn’t it the greatest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“It’s…something.”

“We gotta take a picture, Neeks. I never want to forget this thing.”

Nico allows himself to be pulled, still somewhat bewildered. It’s not even the oddest thing he’s ever seen, it’s just – he has many questions, like, for example, why? How long has this creature existed? How long will it persist? Who created it? Why is it in Will’s dorky book? Does it house a soul?

“Okay, squish in, this camera is older than your elderly ass and doesn’t have a timer.”

The familiar jab breaks him out of his stupor. “Seven months older than you, fucker.”

“Geriatric.”

Without warning, Will crowds them under the Abstract Iron Centaur’s lifted arm, and then presses his widely grinning cheek right flush to Nico’s, raising his beat-up camera to the air.

Nico’s brain goes static.

“Say cheese!”

“Hnngh,” says Nico, as the camera blinds him.

Luckily for his continuously worsening blood pressure, Will pulls away the second he hears the click, shaking the ejected negative to help it develop, and Nico has a second to remind his lungs that they have a function, actually, get your shit together, I am not dying in fucking Anthony, Florida.

“You look like a dork!” Will says, delighted. “Look!”

Blinking at the photo shoved one sixteenth of an inch from his eyeballs, Nico indeed looks. The Abstract Iron Centaur looks more foreboding on camera, somehow, but Nico barely notices it – instead, he finds his gaze drawn to the beam so wide it forces Will’s eyes shut, and the dazed, dopey look on his own face; eyes wide, mouth dropped, slightly, and posture undeniably leaning into Will’s magnetism.

Humming to himself, Will slips his wallet out of (one of) the (many) pocket(s) of his shorts, tucking the photo inside it. Nico melts into a puddle of goo on the dead grass. His mortal soul escapes his body, descending rapidly. His atoms return to star dust. Et cetera.

“Oh, shit, we gotta go if we want to reach Georgia in good time.”

“Right,” says Nico, voice cracking. He clears his throat and tries again. “Let’s go.”

He absolutely does not haul ass to his car. He walks at a normal pace, for normal reasons, thoughts in a normal place.

“Back on the 75,” Will instructs as they peel out, sliding sunglasses on his nose. “We gotta scoot around town a bit to get to the entrance, but it won’t take long.”

“D’you know this place?” Nico asks, even though he doubts it. As far as he knows, Will was outside of Sarasota one time: in the move from Austin. He supposes his mother might have had a concert up here, or something, and unusually, let him tag along, but he doubts it.

“Nah, just memorised the map.”

Nico hides a smile. “Oh, of course.”

It’s all too easy to tease Will, but there was a reason he was valedictorian. There’s a reason for his many shining scholarship offers, his endless well of ridiculous facts pulled from nowhere. He is, genuinely, the smartest person Nico has ever met.

Even if he genuinely believes he can fight an alligator and win.

“Two hours ‘til we cross state lines,” Will says brightly, shouting slightly over the wind as they merge onto the highway. “And then on to infinity!”

“Onto infinity,” Nico agrees, matching his smile.

Already, he’s proved Nico wrong. They’re farther now than Will has been since he was seven, and there’s nothing in his expression that suggests he wants to slow down.

Privately, and quietly, Nico lets himself start to hope.

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savriea · 1 month

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Music Tag Game 🎸 🎶

I was tagged by @darkurgetrash! Thanks lovely 💕🫶🏻

I had to search my Apple Music playlists by title name. I think my music taste is pretty consistent, evidence below 🫢🤘🏼

RULES: write one song for every letter in your url and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

S • Scars - I Prevail

A • Alone - If Not For Me

V • Vore - Sleep Token

R • Relic - Awaken I Am

I • In Pieces - Linkin Park

E • Exit Wounds - Bad Omens

A • Avalanche - Bring Me The Horizon

Some soft no pressure tags: @seabirdsong @spicywhenspeaking @annanuna-arts @faerunsbest @graysparrowao3 @riksie94 @dutifullylazybread 💕💕

#music tag game #get tagged idiot

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exitemo · 6 months

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I don't understand why some fans have a problem because Blind Channel sound is 'too American'. Aren't Linkin Park ( their huge inspiration) from California? During ESC everybody was talking about Dark Side and how similar the song sounds to Linkin Park. Blind Channel always has something American in their music. Also to people who are disappointed because BC new sound is not heavy enough- it's Violent POP, what did you expected? I realy LIKE their new song and can't wait to hear Exit Emotions. Peace✌️

#blind channel

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romanarose · 2 years

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Numb.

Steven Grant X GN!Reader

Summary: You are fighting your own head, unsure what to do. You are tired, numb, alone. Finally, you call on Steven for help and let him in.

Romana is back with another fic titled after a song, bc music is my everything.

WARNINGS: Talk about self harm, a close call, mentions of suicide, lots of depression talk, family troubles, a liiitttlleee bit of bad sexual experiences could be read as reference to SA if you want to read it that way but it's super vague, uuhhhh I think that's it. use your discretion, don't read if any of this is triggering.

Get it together You whisper, the water of the shower pouring around you Get up, you have to get out eventually. You have to talk to him about this.

Empty. Tired. Dead. Emotionless. Numb.

You wondered if you could get away with it. The razor was right in your hand. You kept placing it against your skin, willing yourself to press and move, willing yourself to drop it. You couldn’t bring yourself to do either. The radio playing around you helped cover the sounds of sobs in addition to the water from the shower. You were so. Tired. Exhausted. You couldn’t bring yourself to even get the energy to turn off the shower. So, as you slouch down further in the tub, you feel the water hit against your face. You could just… fall asleep here. Your Linkin Park playlist was on. Bleed it out. Fitting. You joke to yourself. There was no blood yet. Yet. You were just so drained, you didn’t think you had the energy to hurt yourself. You felt dead inside, numb.

You had been in here too long, Steven would start to worry. He was fronting today. Maybe if you just cut a little, just enough to take the edge off, as they say. Maybe it would heal before they ever saw you naked, or maybe if you did it at the right spot… Steven almost never took you from behind, Marc was more the concern there, but you knew if you told him you didn’t want to do something he wouldn’t press the issue.

Just get up, stop crying and get up you dumb bitch. But you stayed there, carefully clutching the razer and crying. At least you thought you were crying. What was it that they said on Bojack Horseman? “I need to take a shower so I can’t tell if I’m crying or not”

Bleed it Out faded away. Shadow if the Day was next. It was quieter. You took the opportunity. “Steven?”

“Yes love?” He answered right away, outside the door.

Jesus, he was right outside.

“Can you… come in? You can’t freak out…” You lift your foot up and turn off the water.

You heard him scrambling. Was he sitting outside your door? When the door opened, you curled into a ball, still holding the stupid razer as he quickly opened the door and the shower curtain. He paused for a moment, taking in your naked body laying in the tub and the way your face was red and blotchy. He knelt down beside you. “Oh darling… What's wrong? What’s happening?” You could tell he was trying to keep his panic at bay.

Your wip quivers and you wearily lift your closed fist. “Here.” He holds out his hands and you keep the fist over his open palm.

“It’s okay, love.” Even though Steven knew what you had, he still felt his heart break when the small metal dropped into his hand. “Stay here.” He whispered, as if you could even move. He exited the bathroom and you stared at the wall, listening to the music until he came back. Presumably, he had disposed of the razer and returned to your side.

He was very obviously scanning your body for cuts. “I didn’t do it. Promise.” You showed him your wrists.

You watched the relief wash over him, his shoulders briefly relaxing. “Oh my, thank god. Thank god…” He held your face in both his hands and touched his forehead to yours. “You can always tell me if you do something, but I’m so relieved you’re okay. I was so worried…”

You avoided his eyes. “You were?”

Steven nodded, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “The Linkin Park kinda gave it away that something was wrong… Did your dad say something?”

You laugh a bit. You always listened to Linkin Park after a fight with your dad. ‘Numb’ really fit your relationship. “No. I just feel shitty and when I feel shitty I think of… everything wrong…”

Steven looked at you with growing concern. You were talking so quietly, you seemed like you had just… given up. “Love, were you… was this cutting, or were you…”

“Going to kill myself? No. I don’t think so.”

He pulled a towel from the hook and began drying you off. “You don’t think so?” He was beyond worried, but he needed to remain calm for you. He needed to be your rock. He needed to be something you could cling to in the storm.

“I don’t know” You tried to focus on the feeling of the towel so lovingly on your body. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to leave you or Marc or Jake but… I’m so fucking tired, Steven. I’m exhausted. I feel like I’m bursting out of my skin, like something's crawling in there, like my body doesn’t belong to me.”

Steven narrowed his eyes at that. “Like your body doesn’t belong to you?”

You look at Steven’s loving face, and suddenly the numbness in your heart let in a little. Your love for Steven warming the darkest parts. “Yeah. Like… sometimes I feel like I’m… like I’m watching my life on a TV screen. My whole life I never felt my body was mine. I always had to dress and look a certain way, and men always treated my body like… like it was for them. Always touching it, and sex was always just using my body to masterbate… I just feel like it doesn’t belong to me.”

Steven swallowed hard. He had to make sure. “Do you feel like that with us…”

You smile up at him as he wrapped your hair up in the towel. “No, darling. The three of you make me feel special, loved.” You weakly reach up to hold his hand, eyes drooping heavily. “I’m so tired baby. Can we talk more tomorrow? I’m just… I’m ready to fall asleep. I wanna watch Bob’s Burgers…” Steven gave you a kiss on the forehead, scooping your damp body up in his strong arms. “Oh god I feel like a sick child…” You were joking, but you started crying into his shirt again, feeling pathetic.

“Oh sweetheart…” He sat down on the couch with you on his lap. “Let it out love, I’m right here, let it out…” He coaxed, rubbing your back with one hand as he set up Bob’s Burgers on Hulu with the other. Once it was going, he felt you calming down. Steven lifted you up, sitting sideways against the arm of the couch and set you between his legs. As he pulled the multitude of fuzzy throw blankets over your bodies, you snuggled up to his firm, warm chest and went to watch the TV, hugging him tight. He returned the hug, raising his legs up around you protectively, as if his bent legs could keep you safe from the darkness inside you. Somehow, it helped. You felt surrounded by him, encased in him, protected, warm, and safe. His love was all around you. You weren’t fixed. You needed to get help, that was for sure. But for right now, you were calm. He was your rock, your lighthouse, your anchor. You knew Jake and Marc would want to talk about this at some point, and you had no doubt they would shower you in all the love Steven had given, in all their own special ways.

“I love you, Steven. Marc and Jake too. I love you so much” You whispered, almost asleep to your show.

“We love you, Sweetheart. I know sometimes it’s hard to put things into words, but if you ever need to just be held, we’ll always be there. You are the best thing that ever happened to us, and I don’t think I could ever explain how I feel…”

“You love me even after all that?” Almost asleep, almost.

“I love you, every part of you.”

#steven grant reader fluff #steven grant reader #steven grant #steven grant fluff #hurt/comfort #moon knight #steven grant reader fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant hurt comfort

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coridallasmultipass · 6 months

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I threw this idea around on my Twitter, but I wanna share it here because I'm a big gay nerd.

Post-breakup Dirk sitting his room alone, blasting Three Days Grace.

Dirk stays like that for like, 3 days or something ironic like that, and Big D is sick and tired of hearing cheesey 2000s metal while he's trying to get some work done on that script he's been editing. He deeply regrets getting Dirk that preem sound system as "Pain" assaults his ears for the 20th time.

He manages to lure Dirk out with the promise of orange soda and takeout, and when Dirk finally exits his dark room, he's wearing smudged eyeliner and black nail polish. It's too late, D, the emo has already set in.

Dirk goes back to blasting music, and D is sick of it, but figures he'll get over it soon...

That is, until D hears the opening riff of a whiny grunge song, and that's the last straw. He throws his shit down and bangs on Dirk's door. "DIRK! I swear to fuck, you're a generation too late to be moping to grunge over a breakup, and so help me god, if you make me relive the music of my youth, I am going to break down this door and piss on all your gear."

Dirk doesn't reply, but changes the song.

"Thank you!" D turns to go back to work, but quickly realizes the song Dirk changed it to is "Numb" by Linkin Park. The little shit. "UGHHHH."

#man i remember being a teenager #i was def blasting harder metal tho tbh #i just thought it would be hilarious to imagine dirk getting to be an actual teenager thru the jakeup #also Big D having a grunge phase before he got discovered #homestuck #dirkjake #dirk #dirk strider #alpha dave #big d #dirkjake is otp tho they get back together when they learn to communicate better #maybe the eyeliner stays tho #Post.exe #Cori.exe #also also also this goes without saying but i love clarifying anyway that any strider i talk about is a trans man #bc theres like no good rep for trans men and i want to be the change i wanna see in the world yo #trans dirk strider #trans alpha dave #((and no shade to linkin park or 3dg they both got me thru my sadboi middle school era and i actually saw 3dg as my first metal show))#striders

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tin-wufborf · 7 months

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20 songs I listened to today, October 12, 2023, that I want to share (Spotify Edition, because I unearthed my last iPod today and am about to turn it on):

"Get Off (You Can Eat a Dick) " by Kittie

"One Beat" by Sleater-Kinney

"Johnny Guitar" - Peggy Lee

"4 Leaf Clover" by Erykah Badu

"I'm Here to Get My Baby Out of Jail" by Billie Joe Armstrong & Norah Jones (Everly Brothers cover)

"Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails

"My Confession" by Otep

"Unholy - Orchestral Version" by Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras

"Who Cares?" by Gnarls Barkley

"Of Wolf And Man" by Metallica

"Collect Call" by Metric

"Absolute Hope Absolute Hell" by Fit For An Autopsy

"Jigga What / Faint" by JAY-Z & Linkin Park

"Love and Affection" by Neon Trees

"Stranger Fruit" by Zeal & Ardor

"Exit Humanity" by Conjonctive

"Go" by blink-182

"Do You Feel It?" by Chaos Chaos

"Pennyroyal Tea" by Nirvana

"What's Up Danger" by Blackway with Black Caviar

What have you listened to today? Let me know!

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mcmorare · 10 months

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spell out your url using song titles. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url:

Malleus Maleficarum by AFI Cold Cold Cold by Cage the Elephant Minority by Green Day One Step Closer by Linkin Park Rise Like a Phoenix by Conchita Wurst Alien She by Bikini Kill Runs in the Family by Amanda Palmer Exit Music (For a Film) by Radiohead

tagged by: @famegod <3

tagging: @starcchild @masteredlegacy @accenonyx @razorfst @wnterslder @aapothic @z00miez @therelentless

#i limited myself to songs from katrina's playlists... god she is so emo #‘ viel spass ‘ - dash games.

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allthebestcowboyshavedaddyissues · 9 months

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Tagged by @liam-summers for a URL playlist 💌

America's Suitehearts by Fall Out Boy

Lost by Linkin Park

Last Night on Earth by Green Day

Tiffany Blews by Fall Out Boy

Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy

Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Bang The Doldrums by Fall Out Boy

Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead

Sophomore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year by Fall Out Boy

This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race by Fall Out Boy

Calm Before The Storm by Fall Out Boy

Outta Sight by ONE OK ROCK

Where Did The Party Go by Fall Out Boy

Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden

Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song by Fall Out Boy

Yesterday by The Beatles

Saturday by Fall Out Boy

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet by Fall Out Boy

Alone Together by Fall Out Boy

Vandalize by ONE OK ROCK

Easy by Troye Sivan

Dead on Arrival by Fall Out Boy

Angels Like You by Miley Cyrus

Decode by Paramore

Doin' Time by Lana Del Rey

Your Tears Are Mine by ONE OK ROCK

Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

So Happy I Could Die by Lady Gaga

Sofia by Clairo

Uprising by Muse

Easy by Troye Sivan

Saw You In A Dream by The Japanese House

Challenged myself to making as many Fall Out Boy songs fit into this as I could remember. This was fun, thank you Lea<3

no pressure tagging: @stripesysheaven @epiphytecanopy @lewishamil10n @obsessivedaydreamer @hotpinkandsparkly @yourdumbdevil

#tag games

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sataneatsme · 1 year

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was tagged by @debilmaycry (thanks sm btw i haven't been tagged in one of these since forever) gonna use my yt music replay list for this cuz i haven't used spotify in years

1. false self - deviloof

2. terpsichore - deviloof

3. in the hate of battle - xasthur

4. lost - linkin park

5. fickselbomber panzerplauze - bethlehem

6. my little dark paradise - madmans esprit

7. the ghost of you - my chemical romance

8. savior - dexcore

9. reinventing your exit - underoath

10. into the nothing - breaking benjamin

tagging @amenowaltz @mydeadgrlfriend @xxn1naxx @catboyifications @judolord @chicnstu + anyone else who wants to participate

#ive been listening to a lot of black metal lately if it wasnt obvious #draven got tagged

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unmeisenshi · 2 months

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Solaris was running the bar late with Morello, with a local band playing inside that night. The lead singer, an Inteleon, then addressed the bar before the band's final song.

"Thank you for coming to listen to us play; It's been our pleasure to. Normally, we'd have one more song to play for you all. But instead, we want to invite our gracious host up." A stage light shone onto Solaris, who looked a bit taken aback.

"M-Me? I-I don't..." Solaris stammered a bit. Morello would lightly tap the Charizard's shoulder.

"I know you've been singing a song, so I set this up. The band knows not to play music with it, so... Go and sing it for the first time in public." The Lycanroc smiled, giving a reassuring nod to Solaris as he went up to the microphone.

"Thanks, everyone..." Solaris wiped his sweaty claws off, attempting to steel his nerves. "This song... I dedicate to Zane... And to anyone who's lost someone close to them." Solaris took a deep breath, and grabbed the mic, and began.

SONG [FRIENDLY FIRE (A CAPELLA) - LINKIN PARK]

The crowd was silent as they listened, and Solaris' singing seemed to echo and reverberate through the bar. Morello, too, was entranced by the song, and smiled ear to ear finally hearing it in a professional setting.

Solaris didn't realize, but by the final chorus tears were running down his cheeks, and what felt like all of the emotion within him was being released. Morello would get the crowd to sing along to provide a bit of backing, and once the song was finished the Charizard had to wipe his eyes as he was applauded for the song.

Solaris gave thanks and waved goodbye to the other patrons as they left, leaving only Morello and him in the bar. Solaris silently walked over to the bar, still a bit overcome with emotion, and sat down with his head buried in his claws.

"That was beautiful, Sol. If Zane were here... I know they would have loved that song." Morello said, giving Solaris a firm hug.

"Thanks... It was... It was a song I had been working on... For Zane to play. They never got to hear the finished song..." Solaris sighed. "I only hope that they heard it... Wherever they are now."

Morello nodded. "I'm sure they did hear it. The way you sang it... It was powerful..." The Lycanroc gave Solaris one more firm hug. "Why don't you head home, and relax for the night? I'll take care of cleanup here."

Solaris looked up at Morello, then back at the bar. "Okay. I'll... I'll see you at home." The Charizard took a few more moments before standing up and exiting the bar. Solaris looked up at the night sky, seeing that Zane's nebula was directly overlooking the bar, and he smiled. "Yeah, Zane... You definitely heard the song."

#hopeless wanderer: solaris #somewhere i belong: morello #drabble

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de-constructmybones · 11 months

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RULES: PICK A SONG FOR EACH LETTER IN YOUR URL

Thank you all for the tags: @thiamsxbitch @luckyvd @wolfboy88 @mmoosen. It made me feel really special. <3

I have a long username so this is gonna be long:

D: Don't look at me - Poorstacy

E: Exit Wounds - Bad Omens

C: Castle Of Glass - Linkin Park

O: Obey - Bring Me The Horizon ft. Yungblud

N: Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode

S: Sing To Me - Missio

T: (Don't Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult

R: Run - Joji

U: Unstoppable - Motionless In White

C: Chlorine - Twenty One Pilots

T: Time To Give - White Lies

M: Millenia - Crown The Empire

Y: You Never Know - Beartooth

B: Be Nice To Me - The Front Bottoms

O: Overdose - The Word Alive

N: Naivety - A Day To Remember

E: Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

S: Stuck Between - Dutch Criminal Record

Tags: @dapplepersiflage @chasing-chimeras @emostudent @idkthisusernameistken @hemlocksandfoxgloves and anyone who wants to join. :)

#yes my taste is a mess #no actually my music taste slaps #i've come back to take my bad take back #yes i feel powerfull when random men scream in my ears #yes i probably gave myself a concussion headbanging #random music taste is the best music taste #personal

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exitemo · 3 months

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Look, what I've got! 😍🥰

Wolves in California, Phobia and Not Your Bro - What a bangers! 😍😍😍 Keeping it Surreal and Red Tail Lights - not my favourites now, but maybe I will change my mind soon. Who knows? Where's the Exit and One Last time...Again are amazing . And I love all the singles especially XOXO of course.The production is sick! Joel's and Niko's voices are pure perfetion👌I love how American the sound is. I can hear Linkin Park and Limp Bizkit in their music, but everything sound so fresh and unique in the same time.Exit Emotions is definitely their best album!

#blind channel #exit emotions

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englishstrawbie · 1 year

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Here’s a lyric prompt for Maya and Carina.

Talking to Myself - Linkin Park:

Tell me what I've gotta do

There's no getting through to you

The lights are on but nobody's home (nobody's home)

You say I can't understand

But you're not giving me a chance

When you leave me, where do you go? (Where do you go?)

Hey, thank you for this prompt! These lyrics took me back to 6x07 and the way Maya looked so vacant at the end of the episode when Andy sat by her bedside, and I thought about how Carina would feel if she saw her looking like that - and this is what I came up with. I hope you like I what I did with your prompt.

A link to the song

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She tells herself to stay away from Maya’s room once the 5150 paperwork is in place; that her wife will be okay under Teddy’s care and that her presence will only cause more trauma to her already traumatised wife. After all, it is what Maya wants… isn’t it?

How could you do this to me?

If you walk out that door, we’re done!

The words still repeat in Carina’s ears – at night, in the darkness of her hotel room; in the morning, while she showers alone; in the scrub room, as she prepares for surgery. No matter how hard she tries to forget it, the anger and fear in Maya’s voice haunts her. Did she do the right thing? Had there been another option that she hadn’t considered before committing her wife to a seventy-two hour hold?

The rational part of her brain tells her she had no other choice, that it was the best way to protect Maya while she refused to take care of herself – an argument backed up by Teddy, the only person she has confided in. But the rational thoughts are drowned out by the irrational part of her brain that screams at her, telling her it was cruel and unnecessary, and Carina feels like she is in a constant battle with her guilt all day.

When she steps out of the OR just before midnight, she is exhausted. A worried father-to-be waits for her update and she gives him the good news that both mother and baby are doing well, before escaping to her office. The hospital is quiet and she is grateful for that, glad to avoid the curious glances and sympathetic stares that have been directed at her in the last twenty-four hours.

Her next shift starts in less than eight hours and while there is a part of her that thinks about crashing at the hospital, the small sofa in her office is even less appealing than the hard mattress and unfamiliar sheets of her hotel bed. Grabbing her bag, she heads towards the elevator. As she steps inside, she pauses, her fingers hovering over the buttons. She should hit ‘1’ for the exit but she feels something pulling her towards the next floor up and, before she knows it, she hits the button for floor 5.

She already knows which is Maya’s room and slips past the nurses’ station, heading down the corridor and pausing outside the door. It is late, Maya will be sleeping, and Carina has no intention of disturbing her, but – God – she just wants to see her wife. To see if the woman lying in the hospital bed is still her wife, and not the stranger that she has become over the last six months.

She leans against the glass pane and looks through the window. The blinds are down but the slats are open and it makes her feel like she is doing something she shouldn’t – and maybe it is, but it is just one look… right?

Maya lies on her back, her eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. Her hands rest on her abdomen, fingers linked, her arm hooked up to a drip on her left side. If she senses Carina’s presence outside her room, she doesn’t show it. Her body is still as if she is in a trance, and Carina can barely even see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes.

“Ah, scusi,” Carina calls out to a passing nurse. “My wi… this patient, is she still sedated?”

Carina knew that Maya had been given a sedative to calm her down the day she left her with Teddy, but she hadn’t expected that to continue and it worries her to think that Maya has continued to be manic. The nurse looks through the window and shakes her head.

“No, she just… lies there and doesn’t really interact with anyone,” the nurse says sadly. “It’s like she’s checked out.”

Carina nods absentmindedly, her eyes focussed on the lifeless woman on the other side of the window as the nurse continues her way back towards the station.

“Oh Maya,” she murmurs. “Where have you gone, my love?”

That is not her wife. That is not the woman who draws a smile in the mornings with coffee and pastries from her favourite coffee shop; who makes her laugh with her dumb jokes; who comforts her when she misses her mama and brother too much. That is not the woman who knows the curves of her body and the sweet spots that make her moan with delight. That is not the woman who once promised to love and choose her forever.

Carina doesn’t know where her wife has gone – or how to get her back.

A tear falls down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away, trying to catch her breath and stop herself from falling apart right there and then. There is a part of her that wants to storm inside and grab Maya by the shoulders, to shake her until she sees the spark that used to illuminate those bright blue eyes again, but she knows it is no good. She has given Maya everything she possibly can and she has nothing left – and the guilt and pain of knowing that is killing her.

Carina sighs heavily. Coming here was a mistake, because now she has to do it again:

She has to walk away.

#station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca #station 19 fanfiction #my fanfiction #february lyric prompt challenge

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