#♡ mayday parade

[inspotlight]

 if    there's    one    thing    nini    knows    for    sure,    it's    that.    ricky    would    never    let    her    down.    he    was    always    there    for    her.    she    smiles,    her    hand    intertwined    with    his,    her    thumb    brushing    over    the    back    of    his    hand.    ❝    i    know,    and    i    love    you.    ❞    she    whispers,    practically    pulling    him    along    with    her.    she    was    fairly    steady    in    high    heels,    short    dress    clinging    to    her    body,    as    they    made    their    way    down    the    red    carpet.    this    was    their    official    debut    as    a    couple    and    nini    was    nervous.    they'd    kept    their    relationship    hush-hush    for    months    and    letting    the    world    know    they    were    back    together    scared    her.    at    least    she    had    him    with    her.    ❝    if    we    fall,    we    fall    together.    ❞

@ofsweetness​ 

#━━ ♡ from the inbox [ answered ] #━━ ♡ contact list [ ricky bowen ] #━━ ♡ away from the keyboard [ queued ] #no i didnt quote mayday parade... #ofsweetness

[chodzacaparodia]

url music game

Thanks @witch-from-a-block-of-flats for the tag !♡

No pressure tagging: @galaxynajma, @blue-thief, @slyfoxann544, @a-iya, @deathandnonexistentialdread and anyone who wants to play! ♡

C - "Criminal Minds" by Set It Off

H - "Halloweenie V: The Moss King" by Ashnikko

O - "Oh, Well, Oh Well" by Mayday Parade

D - "Dangerous" by New Medicine

Z - "Zanim pójdę" by Happysad

A - "American Sun" by Fire From The Gods

C - "Cringe" by Matt Maeson

A - "Aftermath" by Crown The Empire

P - "Parasite Eve" by Bring Me The Horizon

A - "Alamo" by Alec Benjamin

R - "Remembering Sunday" by All Time Low

O - "Oh Ms Believer" by Twenty One Pilots

D - "Death note" by Chivas

I - "If I Surrender" by Citizen Soldier

A - "Another Love" by Tom Odell

#I especially recommend checking out Citizen Soldier! #this is a mental health awereness-focused band #and their lead singer and songwriter is also a licensed therapist #their songs hit HARD #I heard “Oh Well Oh Well” live and OHH I thought I was going to cry #I screamed like crazy at the concert (almost as much as at the coldrain concert lol) #tag game #ahhh tagging people in games like this always embarrasses me ;-; #I never know if someone wants it #but you can tag me without any problem xD

[leviiackrman]

SHIP SONGS;

I was tagged by the wonderful @chuckhansen @baldurrs @marivenah + @roofgeese to post 5-10 songs for a ship, thank you beloveds ♡

Tagging: @simonxriley @sstewyhosseini @risingsh0t @florbelles @tommymillers @confidentandgood @indorilnerevarine @shellibisshe @denerims @liurnia @duffmckagans @kingsroad @unholymilf @queennymeria @jackiesarch @jendoe @phillipsgraves @fenharel @noonfaerie @jinfromyarikawa @morvaris @arklay @nokstella @benningsthing @jacobseed​ + @shadowglens

COMING UP FOR AIR - MISTERWIVES

I've been under for so long, got water in my lungs // I've been under for so long, thank god that I'm still young // I'm finally coming up for air

CHARLIE BE QUIET! - CHARLIE PUTH

Charlie, be quiet, don't make a sound // You got to lower the noise a little bit now // If she knows you're in love, she's gonna run //  Won't be putting my heart on display // I'll just water my feelings down

EVERYTHING I DIDN’T SAY - 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER

Taking every breath away // With all of the mistakes I've made // From all the letters that I've saved // This is everything I didn't say //  Some day I'm sure // We'll pass each other by

PIECE OF YOUR HEART - MAYDAY PARADE

You are the best side of me // And just for when we're apart // I've got a piece of your heart // But I want the whole damn thing //  If I could go back // I'd do it all over with you again

WHENEVER, WHEREVER - SHAKIRA

Whenever, wherever // We're meant to be together // I'll be there, and you'll be near // Lucky I have strong legs like my mother // To run for cover when I need it // And these two eyes that for no other // The day you leave, will cry a river

THE ONLY EXCEPTION - PARAMORE

And my momma swore // That she would never let herself forget // And that was the day that I promised // I'd never sing of love if it does not exist // But darling, you are the only exception //  And I've always lived like this // Keeping a comfortable distance // And up until now I had sworn to myself // That I'm content with loneliness

#tagged* #oc: mineyo ginnivan #otp: at the deep end #mineyo x rin #chuckhansen #baldurrs #marivenah #roofgeese

[enid-rhees]

Day 29 of sharing my favorite lyrics ♡

Kids in Love by Mayday Parade ♡

#mayday parade #mayday parade lyrics

[cookiencupcake]

01/02/2024 ♡ Mayday Parade in Berlin

#mayday parade #my photos #concerts

[docockbrainrot]

ghost of you

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

Description: Steve visits Billy's grave for a quiet moment of introspection, hindsight, a bit of regret and an even smaller bit of a fond memory.

CW: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Coping With Death, Grieving Process

Word Count: 2.6k

Song Rec: Ghost (cover) by Josiah and the Bonnevilles + Everything's An Illusion by Mayday Parade

A/N: This is pretty sad y'all I'm sorry in advance but I'm still coping too dammit. There is a bit of a sweet behind the bitter though I promise.

AO3 Link: Here

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There's something that seems perpetually wrong about Billy's death. A morbid, cruel happenstance of fate wrapped in the gentle embrace of the early Midwestern summer. Cicadas drone and sing and the town is filled with flowers and beauty and life. Even now, weeks later, as the season breaks and begins to give way to fall. This isn't right. The sun still shines and the grass is still green, verdant and freshly shorn around the headstone. The universe didn't stop to grieve for Billy Hargrove while Steve feels like his life has been a VHS tape that's been warped beyond repair. Ending unseen, trapped behind the garbled static. Unable to move past that one point where the recording was absolutely fucked indefinitely, the VCR choking on its busted mouthful. His world coming to a grinding halt like screeching tires on asphalt.

He kneels in front of the grave for what must be the hundredth time, silently arranging the small bouquet of flowers underneath the chiseled epitaph. He leans back on his haunches, studying the letters like he hadn't memorized them months ago. A finger reaches out to trace the carving of dates, letter by letter, number by number. His throat feels tight. So young, is usually the first thought that swells emotion within him when he gives himself too much time to think about it. How easy it was to forget most of the time with how Billy acted. How he was really just the same age as Steve. 

Or maybe it made the most sense of all. 

Billy was barely more than a child. A high school student. And he certainly knew how to throw tantrums like a spoiled brat. Steve purses his lips and settles into the grass with his legs crossed, fingers drumming an irregular beat on his knees, a compulsive tapping of nerves. No, that isn't right. Billy wasn't spoiled by any means. Maybe he was a bit of a brat. But Steve knows the truth now. The glimpse beyond the curtain that veiled Billy's life from view, visible only in his death. 

Steve wishes he had known sooner. Maybe he could have helped. Maybe he wouldn't have been such an antagonizing piece of shit. Maybe in another timeline they could have been friends. Maybe they could have been more than that. 

He squashes the thoughts just quickly as they surface, just as the tears threaten to sting his vision and make his stomach knot. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" Steve whispers into the ether, sniffling, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes as he glares at the headstone. He doesn't always talk to him. After all, he isn't so naive enough to believe Billy might be listening. So mostly he sits. A contemplative reverie of hindsight and things that can't be changed. Sometimes he brings nothing but his gratitude on days when he's struck with the very tangible realization that he, and the (Steve's) kids, and his family and friends and town and possibly the world would have all gone down in flames if Billy hadn't sacrificed himself. The gratitude feels a lot like survivor's guilt today. 

Some days he can't shake the grief.

There was an instance (and God help him it feels like another lifetime, like it happened to someone else, like peering into the window of a house that didn't belong to him). It plays like a recording seared into the backs of his eyelids. 

The Hargrove boy was flat drunk, barely able to keep himself on his feet but still with enough gumption about him to heckle anyone who tried to have something to say about it and enough moxie to grab the ass of every unsuspecting broad that didn't have the foresight to keep a healthy perimeter distance from him.

It was at a party. Probably. Steve can barely recall the minute details now and it's reminiscent of when the fog rolls in, low and heavy, usually on chilled winter mornings, and he would iron grip the steering wheel of his beloved German made sedan while crawling through the backwoods roads, headlights swallowed up in the mist. 

Billy had dropped his car keys four times in succession. Steve watched on like it was a particularly interesting trainwreck, arms crossed, shaking his head. Unable to look away, but Jesus Christ, what a disaster. It was when Billy finally managed to stagger over to the Camaro, attempting (perhaps futilely) to fit the key into the door lock that Steve rolled his eyes and made the executive decision to intervene. Since no one else was going to. Why did he always have to be the voice of reason? 

"You can't seriously drive home like this, dude." His hand caught Billy's wrist and he almost choked on his bout of heroic courage when their eyes met. Smoldering, roiling oceans of blue, so dark in the cover of night that Steve suddenly understood how it felt to be lost at sea with no land in sight. He recoiled from his drunken adversary as quickly and abruptly as if he had been burned on contact and immediately raised both hands defensively in the universal display of 'I surrender, I am not here to fight'. 

"What's it to you?" Billy's words all but slurred together and he swayed a bit where he stood, finally giving up at some point and leaning against his vehicle for physical support. "Since when do you fuckin' care what I do, Harrington?" He spat the name like a curse, a sneer on his lips, though it lacked the true vehemence their encounters typically induced. 

Steve wonders now if he has looked a little harder then, would he have been able to see the cracks? Maybe if he had known what to look for. Would he have seen Billy spilling out from the chips in himself? In retrospect it's so easy to catch. Every moment where Billy almost slipped, almost… every almost. Every it should have been different.

"I don't care what you do, man, you just- you can't drive like this. You're gonna hurt someone," Steve rationalized it easily. Of course. Billy shouldn't drive drunk because… of other people. That was the only logical explanation for the nerves that made Steve's belly knot. "I can… I can drive you home." 

"Ha. No," Billy barely waited for Steve to get his sentence out before shutting it down. His keys are still gripped in his shaking fingers with a force that made Steve wonder if he should be worried about getting shanked with them. 

Posthumously, some of the dirty details had come out. Not all. But some. Steve knows enough to believe that Billy's father was the reason he didn't want to be driven home that night. Steve wonders what the consequences could have been.

"Well– God, come on. You could–" Steve struggled for longer than he would have liked all while Billy just stood there. Unreadable. "I can take you… back to my place. You can crash on the couch. And I'll drive you back to get your car in the morning." More challenging than asking any girl out, harder than any fucking thing he had ever done, harder than fighting demons from Hell itself and all just to get told to go fuck himself– he's deflating before Billy even responds–

"Fine. Whatever," resignation but consenting was the flat, muttered answer, "pick up your fucking jaw, Harrington." Steve didn't realize his mouth had fallen open in the shock of the turning tides of the situation and he just stared for a moment as Billy shoved his keys haphazardly into the pocket of his beer-soaked jeans, not waiting up for his newfound chauffeur before shuffling off to Steve's car. It was unlocked. He let himself into the passenger seat and slammed the door so hard it made Steve physically cringe. 

The drive was… largely uneventful. The cab of the BMW smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and Billy's cologne. Steve's hands were damp with sweat the entire way and anxiety threatened to chew a hole through his guts. Billy looked like he was asleep, arms folded over his stained beater tank and his head resting against the window, eyes closed… Peaceful. They had pulled up to a stop sign and Steve took maybe a moment too long of glancing at Billy's resting form. 

"Like what you see, Harrington?" Billy's eyes were open suddenly, boring into him with an undecipherable expression. And just like that, Steve hit the gas pedal a bit too jarringly, not even justifying the jab with a rebuttal of any kind. It was a good thing it was dark. His face was searing with humiliation and he was staunchly silent for the remainder of the trip. 

Billy was drunk, Steve still tries to tell himself. To this day, that's the excuse he uses. Billy was so fucking drunk. He didn't know what he was saying. And saying it like that… It felt like an invitation. With that look on his face. How many times since then has he played out a scene in his head of the way that night could have gone if he had just fucking said something. Anything. 'As a matter of fact, I do like what I see. Is that a problem, Hargrove?' But he didn't. That's not how the story goes. And it wouldn't have changed the ending.

In fact Steve didn't say much at all for the rest of the night. He didn't help Billy out of the car and just let him all but stumble into the house. He ignored the mocking remarks Billy made about his cushy digs, just very sternly told him "Don't break anything, don't steal anything," as he shoved a pillow and blanket to Billy's chest and pointed him towards the couch in the living room. Just as he thought his nerves couldn't be frazzled any further in one single encounter, as Steve went to turn away and head upstairs, it was Billy's turn to grab his wrist. Steve looked back, brow furrowed, a quizzical expression on his face–

"Good night, Steve." 

And the manacle-like grip was released and Billy was shuffling towards the couch, leaving Steve dumbfounded and speechless. 

Steve remembers not saying it back. He remembers playing Billy's voice saying his name (his first name) on repeat in his mind. He remembers going up and taking the coldest shower of his life for way too long before crawling into bed and not falling into any sort of really restful slumber. He remembers fighting the urge to go downstairs nearly the entire night. He must have fallen asleep sometime in the early hours of the wee morning because when he finally went to check on Billy, he was gone and Steve wasn't awake to hear the front door open and shut. He remembers the mixed swirls of emotions that flooded through him as he stood barefoot in his living room, staring down at the sofa with the pillow and blanket perfectly folded on the armrest. 

Steve never asked if Billy actually stayed all night and left early or… if he snuck out the moment Steve went to bed. Maybe while he was in the shower. He'll never know– they absolutely never spoke of it again. Like ships in the night, the opportunity was gone. Now, well… Now he suspects that Billy did steal something that night. Something that was buried with him when he was lowered into the earth, like a priceless artifact to be taken into the afterlife.

"Why were you always making things so difficult?" He sighs, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Idle fingers of one hand reach down and tug on some of the lush, perfectly manicured grass. Steve's gaze wanders down the rectangular stone until they meet with the earth. His belly starts to turn again with the unpleasant reminder that Billy's body is buried just six measly feet beneath him. Closed casket funeral. He was a fucking mess after all. Morticians aren't miracle workers. Suppose by now though not much is left. Steve swallows down the bile that rises in his throat and he blinks rapidly to dispel another fresh flood of burning tears. Just rot and bones and worms and dust and… death. That's all that's left of him. 

It's not fair. Steve presses his hand against the warm, springy grass, feeling the healthily moist soil on his palm. He curls his fingers into the dirt and imagines digging his way down to him, inch by filthy, tepid inch, unearthing him nail by fucking nail from the coffin until he could be buried down there too. It wasn't even a particularly nice service, really. It was fine, sure, as far as a hick town funeral goes for an outsider. Small. Max cried almost as much as Steve had. 

"You deserved better, California boy." A dry, hollow chuckle. 

Movie star looks and a shotgun attitude only get you so far in Hawkins, Indiana though. Steve sniffles and scrunches his nose a bit as he squints up at the sky, into the sun that's starting to make its descent towards the horizon. He stretches out his legs just enough to grant himself access to his jeans pocket, from which he pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Flipping it open, he sticks one between his lips and lights it with the zippo lighter Max had given him from Billy's room when they were cleaning it out. Neil didn't want to keep anything. Steve wishes he had taken more. He takes another cigarette out and doesn't spark it, just sets it on the ground carefully next to the bouquet of flowers he brought. 

Steve smokes in complete quiet. The vapor trail twists and curls through the air and he imagines it a bit to be like the phantom that follows him everywhere he goes. Billy's presence, his memory, his everything. Lingers like the obnoxiously cheap cologne he used to wear. Steve could smell it from down the hall at school. At the time it made him scoff and grimace at the stench, but now the nostalgic craving drives a homing missile of aching through his chest cavity, seizing his heart with a piercing grip. He thinks of their short car ride together to Steve's house after that stupid fucking party. He takes another long, slow drag, embers flaring. His fingers are trembling. They didn't used to do that. 

Grinding the stump of the cigarette butt into the soil and then shoving it back into the packet so as not to litter in a cemetery of all places, Steve finally gets to his feet, wobbly at first from sitting for so long. His lips are dry and cracked and he wets them a bit with his tongue before leaning over and resting a firm hand on the top of the headstone. Sunbaked and almost hot to the touch. His thumb strokes over the shiny granite for the barest hint of a moment. "See you later, Hargrove," he murmurs before withdrawing, hands slipping into the pockets of his Levi's.

As he turns away to make the trek back to the Bimmer parked at the base of the hill, the wind picks up, ruffling through his hair with the promise of cooler weather in the coming weeks. Goosebumps prickle the back of his neck and arms, raising the fine hairs there. Inexplicable. Spectral. Like breath against his nape, ghosting lips on his skin. Steve doesn't look back.  

The breeze stirs the crimson petals of the floral arrangement left at the hilltop grave akin to a familiar voice whispering his name in the middle of a dark, moonless night. The cathartic visage of a beacon, guiding the way back to where Steve's heart was laid to rest, like a porch light at dusk, calling him home. 

A perfect dozen vibrant red roses rustle gently in the temperate afternoon air. And the world goes on. 

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #fanfiction #my fics #billy hargrove x steve harrington #stranger things fics

[spirallabyrinthpodcast]

What songs remind you of Blackstairs?

(Totally not asking for my own Blackstairs playlist)

Why, we are so very glad you asked 🤗 this isn't an extensive list, but we figured 10 was a good cap :) (putting this together made us cry multiple times lol so fair warning)

One of Us - Mayday Parade (think Julian to Emma)

Drive - Halsey (no blackstairs playlist is complete without this fandom classic imo)

Like We Used To - A Rocket to the Moon (the Emma/Cam era from Julian's pov)

Be My Escape - Reliant K

Same Old War - Our Last Night (very specifically about the parabatai curse)

HARD LOVE - NEEDTOBREATHE, ft. Andra Day

Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift (I actually have a very deep analysis of this one lol)

Ferris Wheel - Imagine Dragons

Duet - Penny and Sparrow, Stephanie Briggs

Take on the World - You Me At Six

Jules ♡

#krp asks #krpartygoers #julian blackthorn #emma carstairs #blackstairs #sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #tda #the dark artifices #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc playlist

[robotvsheroinbattleofvietnam]

tagged by @avitenshi to post 9 songs i've had on repeat lately ♡

1. the importance of cocaine - dance gavin dance / 2. shark - dino gala / 3. june - tigers jaw / 4. i tore you apart in my head - balance and composure / 5. just say you're not into it - mayday parade / 6. trust - the cure / 7. owlz - dino gala / 8. the new national anthem - pierce the veil / 9. british - dino gala

no tags but whoever wants to share their recent obsessions please do this & say i tagged u :3

#diagonal by dino gala is such a top tier ep #im really slow with incorporating new music into my taste lately #to be honest like 65% of my taste is stuff ive stolen from people ive liked #dino gala #dance gavin dance #pierce the veil #tagged

[chaileaf]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

alias: chai pronouns: she/they age: twenty-two birthday: aug 18 (leo sun, aries moon, scorpio rising + infp) location: usa (est) favorites: sanrio, villains, collecting manga, eating ramen at my favorite restaurant downtown, doing tarot, and buying crystals.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

anime: haikyuu, demon slayer, fruits basket, nana, kamisama kiss, chainsaw man, inuyasha, my hero academia movies: howl's moving castle, house of thirteen ghosts, breakfast at tiffany's, your name, my neighbor totoro music: sza, doja cat, bad bunny, h.e.r., fuji kaze, stray kids, hozier, kehlani, nothing but thieves, fall out boy, mayday parade, prince hobbies: writing, painting, sketching in random notebooks, reading manga, listening to music, making playlists for people i love, going on drives to clear my head, reading tarot, getting tattoos or tattooing myself animals: fox, shiba inu, piebald python, raven, crow pokemon: sylveon, tinkaton, dragonite, ninetails, gengar, arcanine, cubone food: ramen with spam, grilled cheese, barbecue chips, garlic and cheese croutons, charcuterie boards, sushi with spicy crab or spicy tuna, takis drinks: tito's vodka with any redbull, strawberry ramune, spiced chai with milk and sugar my beloveds: howl jenkins pendragon, dabi, jin bubaigarawa, kuromi, my melody, shuntaro chishiya, hanma shuji, hua cheng, hatake kakashi, baji keisuke, shin-ah, beidou, zhongli, kazutora hanemiya, xiao, inuyasha, haku, nishinoya yuu, ryuguji ken, iguro obanai, nana osaki + nana komatsu, fatgum, kyoya otori, tohru honda, tomoe, sesshomaru, nanami momozono, odanna (kakuriyo), sniper mask, dio brando, yuuta okkotsu, sukuna, inosuke hashibira, nanami kento, mafuyu sato, angel devil, keigo takami, haruka hashida, aki hayakawa, xie lan, bokuto kotaro, kirishima eijiro, taketora yamamoto, fumikage tokoyami, inumaki toge, sanemi shinazugawa, + more ♡

hii! if you've made it this far, congrats! i really appreciate everyone who takes the time to visit this page. it means a lot to me when people try to get to know me, even if it's from something written in a post. i love making new friends, so feel free to shoot a message or send in an ask! i like to think i'm relatively friendly. ＼(＾▽＾)／

anyways, have a wonderful day or night wherever you are! if you ever need someone to get advice from or just talk to, i'm all ears. make sure you drink water, eat a meal, and take some time to take care of yourself. byeee~ ♡( ◡‿◡ )

#about me #intro post #fanfic author #fanfiction author #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #chaileaf navi

[fairyofagony]

Chapter VI : A Sheet of Life Savers

After you read this page and you found we have the same taste on music, would you like to be friend on spotify? we can share our playlists && doing a spotify session together.

I fancy listening to all of pop punk songs. I enjoy while listen to Greenday, All Time Low, Good Charlotte, Bring Me To Horizon, Avril Lavigne, Sleeping With Sirens, My Chemical Romance, Paramore, Blink-182, Pierce The Veil, Mayday Parade, Sum 41, Foo Fighters, Falling In Reverse, The Story So Far, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, A Day To Remember, Simple Plan, Fall Out Boy, Jimmy Eat World, New Found Glory, Yellowcard, Ramones, Real Friends, and countless bands.

I'm fond of Radiohead, The Strokes, Feeder, Nirvana, The Cure, U2, Evanescence, The Smiths, Blur, Pulp, R.EM, Aerosmith, Skid Row, Dido, Feeder, The Police, The Beatles, Carpenters, The Cranberries, Scorpions, The Killers, Bon Jovi, Gun N Roses, Acdc, Motley Crue, The Clash, The Offspring, You Eat Me At Six, Muse, Cage the Elephant, The Rolling Stones.

My Current Fav Song 🎧💐

I'm a casual listener of Tame Impala, Mitski, Girl In Red, Beabadobee, Clairo, Slowdive, Gracie abrams, Phoebe Bridgers, Cavetown, Novo Amor, Men I Trust, TV Girl, mxmtoon. Fiona Apple, Conan Gray, Keshi.

Playlist 🎎

Besides that, I fancy Japanese Musicians such as Miki Matsubara, Junko Ohashi, Back Number, Ichiko Aoba, Lilas Ikuta, Yoasobi, Yuuri, King Gnu, Masaki Suda, Ikimonogakari. I often listen to V-kei bands. For instance, L'Arc-en-Ciel, The GazettE, Kiryu, XANVALA, Ashmaze, Exist†trace, Girugamesh, lynch, FEST VAINQUEUR, Dir En Grey, XAAXA, Initial'L.

K-pop ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

Uhm . . I just stanning Stray Kids, Tomorrow x Together, Xdinary Heroes!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა My L♡VE LiST : Hwang hyunjin, Kim Seungmin, Lee Know, Han Jisung, Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Yang Jeongin, Lee Yongbok, Choi Beomgyu, Kwak Jiseok, Han Hyeongjun.

I love to listen to Day6, The Rose, Itzy, Twice, Loona. (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

[strawberry-cowmilk]

hiiiii! congrats on 1.5k!! I love your blog it’s one of my favorites to see on my dash. 💛

For the music matchup my favorite 3 songs are:

Take my Breath Away - Mayday Parade

Emergency Contact - Pierce the Veil

Lady May - Tyler Childers

i hope you have the best day. 💛✨

Hi!! Thank you so much, I'm happy to hear you like my work ♡♡ I hope you have the best day too!

So, the second take my breath away started playing, I went like 'yep, satan.' I feel like he'd prefer to listen to songs with somewhat calmer instrumentals. The song definitely feels like something satan would listen to while walking to rad. The guitar doesn't help, I just know satan loves the guitar. I'm also getting the feeling that solomon would have this song on repeat a lot. (he too loves the guitar)

now, on to emergency contact! when I think about it, the lyrics are kind of (really) 'asmo-coded.' instrumental wise, I think it sounds like something asmo might enjoy too. I'm also kind of getting the feeling belphie would like this. asmo would listen to it more though, he seems like the type of person to like rock and metal.

lady may's lyrics are really poetic and sweet to me. the beat is nice and calm, and again with the guitar. I think satan and simeon would love this one. again, I believe solomon would enjoy this too but not as much as simeon and satan.

now, based on these songs, I assign you satan!

#events

[shopfiorire]

꒰ა ♡ hey LEXIE! what are you doing here in uniform?! your shift doesn’t start for another SIX HOURS, i’ll see you then ! ꒰MARIA ISABEL IS NOW TAKEN꒱

꒰ა ♡ MARIA ISABEL. 25. FAE/SHE. — congratulations LEXIE SANTIAGO you’re now apart of the fiorire family working at PLUG IN KARAOKE as a ROOM ATTENDANT! we’re so excited to have another GEMINI here! there’s just a few things to verify and then we can see when your first day is — so, you said friends would describe you as being CHAOTIC…? i do get that vibe from you! when you’re clocked out, people would be most likely to find you at BLOW O’S? heard there’s going to be a special event there in a few weeks, hope to see you! lastly, you said the one song you’d overplay on the store speakers is THREE CHEERS FOR FIVE YEARS by MAYDAY PARADE? i can’t wait to see you here! ꒰ L. 21+. PST ꒱

#twitter rp #accepted! #tysm for applying!

[murazumi]

Happy Weekend Alex! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ Your secret agent Santa here ♡ I'm so glad to hear you are feeling a lot better now! Ohh right, thanksgiving amazing!! how was it, did you eat anything special? (I don't have thanksgiving where I live 😭) Great you also you had free time to read! which books do you enjoy the most? oohh SxF is SO good!!! impossible not to love them all. You are so close to finishing your semester! come one! you can do it! the last day will special 💪 let's end with a game!

(I had to send the game on a separate message oops) ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡  a little game to get to know you better! Name your top 5 or 10: Books, Anime , characters, tv show and/or movies, and music ( could be songs or artists/bands) (๑>ᴗ<๑) Since you mentioned you could need it...  I SEND MORE LUCK ON YOUR WAAAAYY!!! 🍀🎍🎋💚🔔🏵🕯🤞

Hey! sorry this is late, I had finals last week so that took up most of my time haha. I enjoyed a couple of romance novels I read, which was interesting because I hadn’t thought I would enjoy the genre. I kinda wanna dive more into that genre in anime/manga. 

This is a bit hard lol. But, here is a slight list of things!

Music: 

Harry Styles, Yungblud, 5 Seconds of Summer, Mayday Parade and Motionless in White (Definitely not just saying my top 5 from Spotify this year) 

Anime/Manga:

Parasite the Maxim, Angels of Death, Bungo Stray Dogs, Chainsaw Man, Spy x Family, Given 

For movies, shows, books, I’m not too sure honestly haha. I quite enjoy Criminal Minds, and I’m currently watching The Handmaid’s Tale. I love horror, so I enjoy those movies. I really enjoyed The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood! That was a good one. 

#ask #anonymous #secret Santa '22

[scopriusmalfoy]

15 and 51 for the spotify ask? ♡

15 - aka the antidote by simple plan (whom i saw live for the very first time in 2022)

51 - aka thunder by mayday parade

send me a number & I'll tell you what song has that ranking in my spotify wrapped

[poeticspirits]

“

and I thought that we could sit around and talk for hours, about things I couldn’t say to you- and things that we could never do…

“

poeticspirits via Instagram | mayday parade ♡

[koutaroulogy]

the solonist ; kita shinsuke

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: uterus mentioned. less sad and more like relatable since we have period cramps. just felt sad and remembered this was in my drafts :(

details: understanding, cool, dignified... what else could kita shinsuke be? oh yeah, real mature.

notes: i just wanted to be reminded of what shinsuke kita (26) would be like as a boyfriend :)

word count: not counted. unbetaed, we die like the little giant's volleyball career.

undoubtly the worst part about dating mature men is that they don't argue with you.

they discuss.

and shinsuke kita is exactly the man who you would deem to be the perfect picture of a wise guy.

it was one of those days when your irrational self had been arguing with him about the pretext of buying unhealthy food and stocking them up in your secret stash only to find them gone because he'd serve them up to the miyas when they came to visit.

"did you think that i bought the food just to have it served up to them on a damn platter?! answer me shinsuke!"

all of my comfort food, gone. unbelievable. just as when i was saving it for today when i have my period.

you mourned the loss of chocolate, honey chips and two whole bags of cheetos and sun chips. your tears bubbled up to your throat and you kept wallowing it in before you'd bawl. you noticed him take in a deep breath yet his golden eyes were expressionless.

just before you could rant again, he interrupted your trail of angry thoughts with a small voice so unlike his typical coolness.

"love, i'm sorry. it was wrong of me to do it, and i know you're mad. but you have to listen to me explain, okay?"

"i said-" you pouted and your watery eyes shone. your cramps kept punching your uterus, you had no comfort food to distract yourself and you were irritated with him for giving it all to the miyas.

but he was so patient. what a patient man, a mature man he is. that alone was enough to have the tears slipping from your lashes.

"i still have a fucking speech, and how are you not mad or annoyed or irritated? why aren't you mad or angry-" you burst into a wail before you could finish your sentence. he rubbed your back in circles in a routine so familliar you sobbed even more.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry."

"shinsuke you- you-"

"idiot?"

"y-yeah ... idiot ..."

"i won't do it again;" he promises and you wept a little more.

"i hate how you're so reliable."

and mature too.

undeniably, the worst part about dating mature men is that they don't argue with you.

but you got to give it to him for putting up with your irrational and stubborn self.

( while shinsuke patted your back, he thought about bringing up the miyans who were actually not served the food, but more so they snooped around and osamu- who had the scenting abilities of a bloodhound- found the stash.

seeing your sniffling form and hiccupping back, he thought the better of it.

might as well give the twins a severe lecture as continuation. )

#solonist means #a wise man #that's what he is #and i love him ur honor #me and shinsuke #shinsuke kita x reader #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #kita x you #kita x gender neutral reader #hq shinsuke #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu shinsuke #haikyuu kita #kita shinsuke x reader #♡ mayday parade