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agaypanic · 3 months

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They're open yay omg!! Ok I had a cute idea for Rodrick Heffley if you're up for it! :)

Rodrick x Male!Reader where reader sings him 'boyfriend' by Big Time Rush the same way that Rodrick sang 'baby' by Justin Bieber for that one girls birthday (I literally don't remember her name lol but also it doesn't have to be his birthday) but like, it doesn't end as badly as it did for him lmao

Idk if they should be an established relationship between him and reader or if this is like readers confession so ill let you choose what you feel like writing for!

Boyfriend (Rodrick Heffley X Male!Guitarist!Reader)

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Summary: While waiting for your friends to show up to band practice, you decide to show Rodrick a new song you’ve been working on.

A/N: this is my first time writing for rodrick so pls lmk how i did! au where reader wrote ‘boyfriend’ instead of btr (with a few tweaks). rodrick and reader are in the talking stage (i dont wanna say situationship but ig that works lol) but their friends dont know about it. the only instrument i know about is the violin so sorry if i get anything wrong. also i think doing singing in stories/fics is kinda weird/awkward but whatever lol

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You always cherished the few minutes you had alone with Rodrick during band practice. Sure, you liked your other friends. But there was something about being able to watch Rodrick not put on the whole ‘bad boy rocker’ persona that he was used to wearing. Around you, he felt like he could wind down and not think as much.

Although, he didn’t think too much in the first place.

“I think we have a real shot at winning this talent show,” Rodrick said, drumming a beat on your thigh as he watched you tune your guitar. “We just need to practice more.”

“Well, I think we sound fine right now.”

“We don’t need to sound fine; we need to sound great!”

“Chill out, Roddy.” You said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s a month away; we have plenty of time.”

“Don’t call me that.” Despite his words, the corner of Rodrick’s lip twitched up at the nickname. You were the only one who called him that. At first, he didn’t like it; it wasn’t a hardcore rocker name. But soon, he found himself getting giddy at the softness of it. “I guess you’re right, though.”

Rodrick strummed his fingers across the strings of your guitar, laughing when you slapped his hand away.

“Work on anything new lately?” He asked, looking up at you from his hunched-over position. Along with being the guitarist, you were one of the main songwriters in Löded Diper, having many one-on-one writing sessions with Rodrick. That’s how the two of you grew closer, going from childhood friends playing on slides to somewhere between friends and something more, playing songs. Secret handshakes turned to lingering touches, and loud laughs turned to whispered jokes.

You were a bit hesitant to answer. You had been working on some new songs, but they didn’t exactly fit the Löded Diper brand. They were love songs, most, if not all, written with Rodrick in mind.

“Kind of.” You finally say, picking at a frayed edge of your jeans. Rodrick perked up, always loving your new material.

“Yeah? Show me!”

“It’s not exactly like the stuff we play.” You argue, a bit anxious at the thought of Rodrick hearing what you had been toying with recently. “Besides, it’s not finished.”

Rodrick just shrugged, leaning back in his seat.

“Show me anyway.”

You hated how you could never say no to those eyes. You sighed and finally agreed, fiddling with your guitar while trying to remember the chords.

“No laughing.” You say.

“When do I ever laugh at you, Y/n?”

“All the time.” With that, you started playing. You gave Rodrick a nervous glance before clearing your throat and singing.

“Have you ever had the feeling you’re drawn to someone?

And there isn’t anything they could of said or done?

And everyday I see you on your own

And I can’t believe that you’re alone

But I overheard your friends and this is what they said”

Looking over at Rodrick, you saw him intently listening. Any other time, you’d be prideful of the fact that all his attention was on you. But right now, it made you wanna run. But you stayed planted in your seat and continued with the song.

“That you’re looking for a boyfriend

I see that, gimme time, you know I’m gonna be there

Don’t be scared to come put your trust in me

Can’t you see all I really want to be

Is your boyfriend

Can’t fight that

Knock me down you know I’m coming right back

I don’t care at all what you done before

All I really want is to be your

Boyfriend”

You let the last chord ring out before you set your guitar down and cleared your throat.

“So, yeah…” Rodrick kept staring at you. “That’s… the song.”

Rodrick scooted closer to you, and you lifted your head to face him eye-to-eye.

“Did you write that about me?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You bit your lip, watching how his hair fell from the movement.

“Depends.” You say, taking a deep breath. “Did you like it?”

Suddenly, Rodrick laughed. It made you stiffen, but you soon relaxed when he put a hand on the back of your neck.

“You’re so corny, dude.” He said before closing the gap between you.

After the shock washed away, you gripped at his hair and ratty t-shirt, wanting to keep him close. You had come close to kissing Rodrick a few times, mainly while drunk at parties that you shouldn’t have been at or during writing sessions that eventually got interrupted by Rodrick’s younger brother Greg. But those close moments didn’t prepare you for how good the real thing felt.

When you parted, you rested your forehead on Rodrick’s as the two of you caught your breath. You opened your eyes and moved back a bit so you could see him clearly.

“So…” You start, not knowing what to do from here. “Are you looking for a boyfriend?”

“Sure.” Rodrick snorted before kissing you again.

#agaypanic #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid x reader

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9leaguesofmirrors · 2 months

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Set Lists (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

This is purely self-indulgent. Nobody asked for a Band!AU, but I love the idea of Drummer!Lisgoe, so we have a band AU!

If you wanna know the name of the song the band is playing, it's Jobseeker by Sealford Mods because the song slaps and I like irony

CONTENT WARNINGS: Smoking and car makeout sessions because that's the life of a rocker innit?

If there was one thing Ross hated about the bar he went to, it was the Open Mic that happened every Thursday night

It had gotten to the point where he was playing mental bingo just to keep his sanity:

"Open Mic Thursdays" set list

A girl screeching her way through My Heart Will Go On

A group of drunk milennials singing ABBA

Some guy with a guitar (bonus points if he plays Wonderwall)

A wannabe rock band

A couple that thinks they’re in a Disney movie

The theatre kid

The one that can actually sing and wants to make it everyone’s problem

The try-hard crooner

So far, he’d managed to tick off almost everything (tonight they had a couple that was particularly gushy and it almost made Ross want to hurl his guts up), and now he was scanning the room for those rock wannabes. It was slightly shameful, the child-like excitement this game gave him, but it was keeping his morale up. And after the day he had at work, it was the least he deserved

And right on cue...

He watched as a group of black-clad 30-somethings took the stage to set up. Surely there’s an age cap on when it’s acceptable to still be in a band was Ross’ immediate thought before turning to his whiskey

Ross could hear a voice through the microphone, but he wasn’t paying too much attention. It wasn’t until the sound of heavy guitar filled the air that he could no longer focus on just his drink due to the sheer noise of it. The joys of live music. Always a racket

What it did mean, however, was that Ross was finally able to see what exactly a bunch of washed-up rockers looked like

"Weird Rock Band" set list

The singer: A slightly weedy guy with shoulder-length hair and glasses who, in all honesty, stuck out like a sad little thumb

The guitarist: Girl in a black bomber jacket and some sort of weird, messy updo; she looked like she’d jumped straight out of an 80s music video

The bassist: Another girl. Undercut, lace button-down and a silver chain. Looked a lot like the drummer, speaking of which...

The drummer: Who was now slamming his drumsticks down on the instrument like it had done something to personally wrong him

If Ross had to pick, and he only ever would if he had a gun to his head, he’d say the drummer was perhaps the most convincing rocker. He certainly had the jewellery, and he had that look of intense anger that was very prevalent in the scene. Ross was slightly ashamed that he could recognise it

Even though he didn’t want to admit it, this band was one of the better ones. Not that it meant much, considering the last time a band performed it ended with the guitarist grabbing a drumstick and volleying it at someone in the back of the pub

In particular, something about the drummer caught Ross’ eye. He’d never seen someone give it the way he did. Despite there being four people on that stage, the drummer was the one clearly pulling focus. And it wasn’t the usual desperate pandering, he was just present in the moment. Ross was slightly concerned that he was going to put a stick through a drum, but at least he was interesting to watch

Well, he wasn’t sure about the rest of the audience, but he was intrigued

The song reached its end and recieved a generally warm atmosphere. Ross' eyes still found themselves on the drummer as he twirled his drumsticks around with his fingers. He'd hardly noticed the singer step forward until he started talking, much to the disappointment of Ross

“We enjoying ourselves!”

I was until you showed up

“I said are we enjoying ourselves!”

Clean out your ears

He spoke a little more, and the people watching were having a good time, but Ross only started really paying attention when he started introducing the band members

"Weird Rock Band" set list 2.0

The singer: Admittedly, even Ross didn’t catch his name. He just wished he’d shut up and finish the song

The guitarist: Ruby Louganis

The bassist: Jodie something

“And of course, last but not least,”

Jesus christ, this is dragging on

“Please give it up for our drummer-“

Can we wrap this up?

"-Mr. Joseph Lisgoe!”

... Joseph

Drummer of a rock band

And his name’s Joseph?

There wasn’t anytime to ponder this though, because the band had started up again, playing another song Ross didn't recognise. Ross went back to his drink, allowing the noise to fade into the background

The band weren’t up for too long, only about two or three songs, before they packed up and went off into the backrooms. Not emerging until a bit later, well, two of them did. The girls. Ruby and Jodie

The closer she was, Ross could really see the resemblance between Jodie and the drummer. It was strange, they looked so alike yet extremely different. Though that could’ve been due to the thick eye makeup she was wearing-

“Show’s over, cunt. Eyes on your glass.”

Damn it

“I was just wondering-“

“Bet you were.”

“Nothing like that! You just looked like your drummer, wondered if there was a genetic reason.”

Jodie gritted her teeth like she was about to launch at him, but was stopped by Ruby placing a hand on her shoulder

“We’ll take your word for it,” she said, zipping up her bomber jacket “Jodie and Joseph are twins.”

“Makes sense. How long have you been playing together?”

“We don’t.” Jodie piped up, still wary of whether she could trust Ross or not “This was just a laugh. I like guitar, he likes drums. Thought ‘fuck it, why not?’ and found out Ruby and Jezza were looking for substitutes. This is a one night only deal.”

Ross nodded and tapped his fingers against his empty glass. For some reason, his mind shifted to the drummer. He always thought twins were attached at the hip

“Does your brother not hang around then? Early night for Little Drummer Boy?”

It came out a lot more condescending than he’d intended, but it got a slight laugh from both of the girls, so at least it eased the tension

“He’s probably outside,” Jodie said “smoking it up-“

“Or having it on with someone.”

“I’ll break his fucking teeth if he is, I’m not staying after hours so he can get a quick shag!”

“And I’m not dragging you off him when the fight breaks out, so get a shot down you and ease up!”

Since Jodie and Ruby seemed to be enjoying their drinks, Ross figured he’d leave them to it. Besides, he needed some fresh air

As Ross approached the side of the pub, he noticed a figure wearing a vest top on the far end. Lanky, cigarette in hand, back against the wall. He couldn’t make out the face until he took a few steps closer

“Can I help you?” Came the figure’s voice, slightly nasal

“I can leave if you want.”

“Nah. Public place, innit?”

Ross leaned against the wall next to him, keeping a slight distance out of respect. Close enough to see the many tattoos that covered his arms, upper chest, and the one on his neck. Usually, Ross thought tattoos were either gross or a desperate attempt to appear intimidating. But he had to admit, the barbed wire that travelled up his arms, the black bird on his neck and what looked like a crack on his chest looked quite good

Obviously, by 'good', he meant objectively speaking

Once he saw the slicked-back hair and the hardened gaze, he recognised who the stranger was

“It’s Joseph, isn’t it?”

“Yup.” He threw the cigarette down and stomped it into the ground “Most people call me Lisgoe.”

“That a stage name?”

Lisgoe gave him an incredulous, amused look

“No. It’s my surname.”

“I’ve never known someone use their surname as a first name before.”

“Puts a boundary up. Helps with my job.”

Right thought Ross he’s not a musician

“I collect debts,” Lisgoe explained, as if he could read Ross’ mind “well, I mainly deal with desk stuff. But I deal with the more difficult targets. Ones that need an extra push.”

Ross thought back to his aggressive drumming and decided that he didn’t want to know how he convinced those ‘difficult targets’

“What?”

Ross snapped out of his thoughts with a soft “hm?”

“You went off somewhere, have you been drinking?”

“What? No! Well, a little, but I can hold my alcohol well. And I never get drunk.”

“Wowee!" Sneered the drummer "We're in the presence of Mother Theresa!"

"Was that necessary?"

"Yeah, I'd say it was."

After that rather snappy altercation, Ross was ready to turn right around and walk off, the only thing that stopped him was the sound of Lisgoe's voice

"You a regular then? At this bar, I mean."

"Yes?"

"No clue how, the drinks are shite and everyone that goes here is a twat."

"Like me?"

That, admittedly, came out as more of an accusation than a legitimate question, and he very nearly asked him to forget it, but that was stopped when he noticed the way Lisgoe was looking at him. As if he was taking the whole of him, really studying him. Reaching into his eyes and grasping his brain, taking it apart with a scalpel to see what was inside

In a word, it was exposing. But not in a creepy way. Ross was frozen in place. Under the watchful eye of Joseph Lisgoe, he felt both anxious and completely at ease. It was a strange feeling, not unpleasant but extremely unorthodox

It was the man's voice that broke him out of his thoughts

"Nah. Well, you seem a little stuck up."

Rude

"And you dress like a secondary school History teacher."

Rude, but annoyingly accurate

"But you're not a twat like most people are." He gestured vaguely with his cigarette "You go to bars and you see all kinds of people. The ones that try to fit in. The ones that think they're God's fucking gift because they don't fit in, the ones that are so desperate to fit in they'll do fucking anything."

"And where do I fit?"

"That's the thing," Lisgoe took a puff of his cigarette "you don't really seem like the kind of guy to fit any of those boxes. You're just... you. You wear your clothes, you drink your beer. And if you don't like the band that's onstage, you don't bother watching. Unless you're making eyes at the drummer."

That last part was accompanied by a playful smirk that made Ross roll his eyes

"I wasn't making eyes at you."

"Would you rather I called it 'gawking' then?"

"I'd rather you didn't exaggerate."

"Whatever," he waved his cigarette dismissively "my point still stands. You don't give a fuck about what people say, you don't seem like the kind of guy that bends to how people think you should act. It's pretty punk."

"I'd hardly call myself a punk."

"You don't look the part, but you're more punk than most twats that wear the badges."

There was something strange about Lisgoe. For someone that spoke so casually, with such a relaxed and colloquial atmosphere, he was strangely philosophical. Contradicting, that's how Ross felt it best to describe Lisgoe

As they stood in silence, Ross' eyes were caught by Lisgoe taking out his cigarette box. Well, for some reason, was specifically watching his hands. Clearly, he wasn't new to this, and his fingers were equally as skilled. That must've been due to his drumming hobby

Why he didn't just look away, Ross didn't know, he can't recognised he was staring until he was pulled out of his trance by Lisgoe's voice

"Did you want one?"

Ross just shook his head, suddenly finding the floor fascinating. Not fascinating enough to stop his eyes from darting over at Lisgoe as he let the cigarette stay in his mouth, stretching his hands down by his sides. The tendons fidgeted as he moved his fingers, bending and shifting in a way that was almost hypnotic

He had rings on. That was how Ross excused his fascination. Silver, some had small black gems, they were quite pretty. Suited him. Suited his hands

Those hands-

"If you want a smoke, I don't mind sharing."

"I was looking at your jewellery."

"Is that right?" Lisgoe's tone was smug and biting, cigarette still in his teeth "Just my jewellery?"

Usually, Ross would just deny it and move on. And he knew he was for the best. But he watched as Lisgoe moved to stand directly in front of him, slowly reaching to take the cigarette out from between his teeth. There was something about the way his canines caught his lower lip as he smiled that caught Ross' attention and refused to let it go

"What else would I be looking at?"

"Dunno," Lisgoe's right hand jolted out to grab Ross' left shoulder, standing in front of him as he brushed his forearm against Ross' throat, causing him to let out a strangled gasp "what else could have your attention?"

Well... this is new

The eye contact between them was thick and glowing like an ember. Ross' eyes darted towards Lisgoe's forearm and he made the mistake of glancing at his shoulder. Because he was instantly met with the sight of Lisgoe's hand tightly gripping it

And that made it incredibly hard to make rational decision

"I'm not a hook-up sort of person," Ross said softly, the way he spoke sounded more like a challenge than anything else "you'll have to do more than push me into a wall to convince me to spend the night with you."

"You may not wanna hook up, but you want something." This was followed by a hand slipping down Ross' back, resting on his ass "Something a little more hands-on?"

"And you're alright with acting like this in public? Where anyone could catch you?"

"No big deal," came the drummer's response as he pulled away, which caused Ross' more disappointment than he cared to admit "part of the fun. But you look like you don't get much of that."

The glare Ross gave him caused him to laugh, and he took another smoke of his cigarette

No fun, is that what you think?

He had the decency to wait for Lisgoe to stop inhaling the smoke before tugging him in by his vest. But, just as their lips brushed, he hesitated. It felt odd. Not bad, not at all. Hell, as he heard Lisgoe exhale the smoke into the tiny space between them, Ross could feel his head spin quite pleasurably. It just wasn't what he was used to, none of it was

Oddly enough, it was as if Lisgoe could read his mind through the web of thought he was tangled in

"Could leave you alone," he said casually "just say the word and I'll fuck off. The others are probably wondering where I am anyway." A pause. As if he were trying to work out how to speak without pushing "Or... if it's publicity you don't like, my apartment's free. Up to you really."

"Logical Things To Say" setlist

"No, I've just met you"

"I have work in the morning"

"This is a very bad idea"

"We could get caught"

"Not very decent, is it?"

Ross opened his mouth and responded with the first thing that came to mind

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After a long day at work, or a long day anywhere for that matter, Lisgoe often enjoyed sitting in his car, in some secluded area, accompanied only by his thoughts and the radio

This time, however, he was in his car, in some secluded alleyway

The radio off

And his tongue down someone's throat

What a fucking night!

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Ross' brain had been yelling at him about his complete lack of dignity as soon as Lisgoe started leading him to his car. It had been somewhat quietened by the feeling of Lisgoe's hand massaging his thigh as he drove, but it didn't leave him alone until the car was stopped and Ross felt his chin being grabbed and his head turned to face the man in the driver's seat

The man he was currently straddling the lap of, in that exact driver's seat

"Making Out With A Guy You Just Met" set list

The buzzing in your stomach at the potential for getting caught, a combination of fear and thrill

Cramped spaces that aren't exactly comfortable, but makes everything feel that much more sensual

Jesus christ, I'm making out with a stranger in the front seat of his car

All of Ross' thoughts came through as static, every time he felt Lisgoe grip at his sides, tug his shirt, run his hands across his bare skin, the static got more intense until his head was completely empty of what had happened and what might happen next. All he could focus on was cold hands on warm skin, the sound of the drummer's breathing becoming more laboured and heavy

He didn't even realise he was making gentle sounds of his own until Lisgoe broke the kiss to tell him in a breathy tone

"You sound so fucking good."

"Do I?"

Lisgoe just nodded as he pulled Ross back in, as if replying simply wasted too much time. Time he wanted to spend completely melting into him, surrounded by the combining scent of cologne and cigarettes. Strange, but somehow added to the thrill. Made it feel more rebellious

"Just realised," Lisgoe muttered against Ross' mouth, unable to pull himself away for more than a few seconds "never got your name."

"Right."

"So what is it?"

"Um, Ross."

As Ross placed a hand on Lisgoe's chest, he could feel the way a chuckle rumbled gently through him

"You didn't sound too sure, that an alias or something? Are you a spy-"

Ross put a stop to the teasing by trailing his lips along Lisgoe's jawline

"It's Ross." He said gently in his ear "Ross Gaines. And I'm an auditor at the job centre, not a spy."

As he kissed down Lisgoe's neck, taking his time as he did with most things, he could hear his saying something under his breath

"Ross Gaines. Ross Gaines."

Each time his name was said, more heat started to pool within him. The way it sounded in Lisgoe's voice wasn't quite something he'd prepared for

"It's fun to say, 'Ross Gaines' all those s sounds." Lisgoe's lips moved to his ear, nipping at the lobe "Ross..." his hand slid up his shirt, digging slightly into his skin "Fuck sake, Ross Gaines," he grabbed the hem of his trousers, moving to undo his belt "you taste so sweet."

The hissing of the sibilance, combined with the feeling of the words hitting his skin, was enough to make Ross slightly dizzy. And the feeling of his belt being unbuckled was not helping his critical reasoning skills in the slightest. The words were bubbling up through his throat, arms wrapped around Lisgoe's neck as pulled him in, as if searching for a way to distract himself. To stop himself from falling off the edge

"Ross-"

"Wait."

Lisgoe pulled his hands away, holding them up like he'd been stopped by police

"You said your apartment was free?"

"I live alone, so I'd be fucking confused if it wasn't."

That made Ross roll his eyes, laughing a little. His hands made their way to cup Lisgoe's face, looking at him with considering eyes

"Do you do this often then?"

"Not as often as people think." Lisgoe answered, his hands on Ross' hips "Yeah, sometimes I like a quick one before I go to bed, but I'm not exactly a hook-up expert. I just get horny." His hands moved slowly up his sides, sending a chill up Ross' spine "You're the first one I've invited back though, I like your company. You're hot as fuck, but you're also easy to talk to. I respect that."

"I thought it was common decency to kick the person out of bed after you're done with them."

That got a gravelly chuckle from the drummer and he let his hand travel to Ross' ass, squeezing roughly

"I like spicing things up every now and then."

"Really?" Ross, in a sudden wave of boldness, leaned in and brushed their lips together "Because I think stalling things would make it quite boring."

The sound of Lisgoe's stuttered breath bounced in Ross' head

"Was... your fucking idea." He replied with a sly smile "You changing your mind, Ross?"

"I'm allowed." He bit Lisgoe's lower lip and god! The low, raspy moan it produced caused his hips to buck, which only drew another groan from the drummer's lips "Any objections, Joseph?"

"Say my name like that again and I won't be able to fucking talk, let alone object!"

There was no more time for set lists

#reece shearsmith #league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen #joseph lisgoe #ross gaines #gainsgoe #gainesgoe

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amitheproblemz · 15 days

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— AESTHETIC;; lost cause in their parents eyes but not their own, make-up always on point & dramatic, always tapping fingers mindlessly in beat even when not listening to music, unwavering faith, loses themselves in a good album, searching eyes under sunglasses, thin silver chain with diamond pendant around neck, faint callouses from years of playing, here for a good time not a long time mentality, adrenaline junkie, wild card, delicate exterior but feisty on the inside, like tinkerbell and needs attention to survive, sarcasm as their defense mechanism.

wanted connections here

— BASICS;;

NAME : alexis kim

ALIAS ( NICKNAMES ) : alex, ale

AGE : 23 / april 10

OCCUPATION : musician - singer & rhythm guitarist for neon nostalgia

GENDER IDENTITY : demi female (she/they pronouns)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : pansexual, pan romantic

EXTRA : filling jonathan yoon’s bandmate wc as singer/guitarist

POSITIVE TRAITS : determined, comedic, out-going, creative

NEGATIVE TRAITS : sarcastic, reckless, stubborn, impulsive

SONG : i'm ready by chung ha

— A LOOK DEEPER;;

Kim Alexis, born in New York and only child. Their parents stars in the medical field and it was thought that Ale would follow in the same paths. At six years old, accompanied their parents to a music performance and fell in love with music. begged their parents that if they did well in school, they wanted to take music lessons. they said yes and next thing you know, they was taking violin classes.

it was in these classes, her instructor saw how quickly se learned the instruments and Alexis asked to learn another. it was discovered she was a musical prodigy, picking up instruments quickly (her faves to play: violin, piano, drums, guitar, and trumpet). her instructor asked her parents to enter her in competitions. they said yes as it would look good in college applications. doing that for years until high school

As a senior in highschool, their parents pushed them to apply to ivy leagues and major in medicine or math but Ale had other plans. They chose a university where they could major in music. Their parents gave them an ultimatum: follow their plans and get everything paid for by them or do what they wants but with no financial support. They grabbed their stuff, said fuck you loved them, and left, doing what they wanted to do.

Fast forward to now: went to university (being the favorite of their grandparents who paid for their education, bought them a luxury apartment in the city, and gives them a weekly allowance), got a BA in music production, and is living their life on the social scene. Alexis is in a band as their singer, playing rhythm guitar, and loves it. Enjoys producing songs for their bands and others, writing lyrics, and partying.

TDLR ;;

Personality wise, is too smart for their own good and knows it. was known at high school for being the party girl who loves music too much for their own good. music prodigy with being able to play five instruments. never go to karaoke with her because she can actually sing. is an actual nerd, like I can't stress it enough, especially when it comes to math. she thrives on it and numbers are their thing, could have majored in math like her parents wanted them to but said no.

never dare or do a bet with Alexis because you will lose. loves to prove others wrong about them, hence why she is currently learning Latin because someone said they couldn't. loves to fight back others for the fuck of it because eh why not, its her motto. has them parental issues so whoops and always causes a commotion when obligated to go to family functions. is really the poster child of ‘looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you if provoked.

Ships wise, when it comes to friends is there for them. loyal to a fault for them and yes, will be honest with them about things. they will give advice and if they don’t take it, is like 'oh well' and then if something happens, would probably tell you 'I told you so' afterwards but still help them out. hates to admit it but she is the mom in the friend group.

as for relationships, she may not look it but is an actual romantic. like gives you flowers or chocolates, maybe even plays you music on their guitar or writes you songs, she’s that girl. but also because she is so out-going most likely has slept around town. do not blame them if they starts flirting, can’t help herself.

#wealth.intro

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whileurmine · 6 months

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i present to you the former crushes of mom's all around the world, the writers of songs men in their midlife crisis still play to this day when they need to relieve their rebellious youth: the members of flight of kings. the rock band to achieve international success and write a bunch of hits in the late 80s and early 90s .

jason frederick knox. 49. former main singer. turned into movie star. has been doing action movies for the last 15 years. too often in the news for dating a someone in their 20s. doesn't think through the sentence, probably just talking bc he likes the sound of his own voice too much. has never had a serious relationship in his life. no, no, trust him, if you just keep doing things nonstop all the time without thinking, you will never have to feel anything but excitement. this is healthy actually. trying to go through life without learning that actions have consequences.

leonardo giuseppe d`antoni. 49. former main guitarist. thinks his middle name makes him sound like an old man, would love to not be reminded of the fact that he is in fact an old man now. after the band broke up, he became a music producer, got married, and started living a mostly normal life outside the public eye. hates ordinary life so much he thinks it is slowly driving him insane. every time he parks his car he thinks about how he would love to spray paint the suburbs, go around kicking trash cans and destroying mailbox like he would have 20 years ago. thinks of himself as very sexy and cute actually. trying to pretend he wouldn't blow up his entire life from the ground up for a little fun.

matthew benjamin rosenfeld. 47. former band drummer. still plays the drums for random bands who needs someone to fill in for an album or for a concert or too. mostly small indie bands. still upset his friends broke up the band more than 15 years later. full of anger and rage and unresolved trauma. no, he doesn't need therapy, why would you say that? became a high music teacher (totally bc of something pretty like making kids love music like he does and not bc of something unresolved like his former band got together when they were in high school). the type that students think i cool simply bc he has too many tattoos. too willing to throw punches. sometimes forgets he was famous once. stumbles his way through a sentence way too often.

francisco 'paco' carillo. 47. former band bassist. the kind of person who loves music so much it seems like there isn't an instrument in this world he can't play. started a solo music career after the band broke up. the type of famous singer that is so well known for being a famous singer that people forget sometimes he was in a famous band once. nowadays a singer songwriter and guitarist. plays more of folk rock sound nowadays, more emotional than angry. cries v easily. will pour his heart out without being requested. would rather die than hurt someone.

#like this if u would like a starter with any of them !!#if u want one specific one let me know and ill just give u that one #excited to explore those dumbasses

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n7viper · 1 year

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getting to know y'all~

Tagged by @commander-krios 💖 Thanks bb! I was gonna try to be cool and be like "well I tagged [these people] last time but I'm gonna tag someone else this time!" Except that it turns out I left it open last time 😎 So I'm STILL leaving it open because I'm shy today teehee :3c If you see this, you're tagged! Tag me so I can see your answers! 💖

Nickname: Just Viper :) I've been going by it for probably about 7 or 8 years now. You can call me Nic if you'd like, though. That's technically a nickname too (but is also just my name)

Sign: Aries ♈️ If you're into astrology, I'm apparently Aries sun, Pisces moon, and Libra rising. Whatever that means haha

Last Google Search: Alfajores! A friend sent me a video that had people eating them, so I asked my Chilean friend about them and also went searching for recipes. They look like tasty little cookies, and I wanna try them so badly.

Song stuck in my head: "Remember Me" by Currents

Sleep: I don't typically get as much sleep as I should. I'm a big night owl, and no amount of conditioning changes that. I usually get around 5-6 hours a night because I can't sleep until 2 or 3 but need to get up at 8. (I have tried everything, including medication, trust me) In an ideal world, my sleep schedule would be, like, 6am-2pm lol

Dream Job: This is unchanged from last time. I hate the term "dream job" but I would ideally work in a specific healthcare field or in animal welfare.

Wearing: Comfy black athletic shorts, a blue tie-dye Spiritbox t-shirt, and an Underoath hoodie from the Voyeurist Tour last year :3 (I'm seeing them in a few days, too!)

Favorite Song: Oh, I can't ever just pick one. However, according to last.fm, my most played song of all time is "Slaughterhouse (feat. Bryan Garris) by Motionless in White" with 210 scrobbles. It came out 10 months ago... lmao

Favorite Instrument: I can't play any, but my favourite to listen to is drums. I love absolutely disgusting blast beats; gets me hyped up every time.

Aesthetic: Modern, neon, or pastel-based things. I know, those are all a bit contrasting. My previous answer was fairy kei, and that still stands. Pastel goth.

Favorite Authors: I also don't read books much anymore. My favourite authors are all of the gay ppl writing fanfic in my phone 😘

Favorite Colour: PINK! Pink pink pink pink! I tend to gravitate more towards softer blushes or baby pinks, but most pinks are good. Green used to be my favourite as a kid, and I'm still partial to it.

Favorite animal sound: Same as Kay - cats purring. Alice has a slightly squeaky purr, and it melts my heart every time. It never gets old.

Last song: I'm listening to "Call of the Wild" by Powerwolf right this second.

Last series: I don't really watch much TV. I keep up with AEW Dynamite and Rampage every week, but that's not exactly the same. I binged the first 6 seasons of Letterkenny recently.

Random: Is mashed potatoes and gravy a whole meal? Because that's what I ate for lunch at 3:30pm like a normal human.

#I'm feelin funky and shy about tagging today; maybe because I'm really really active today and worried I'm annoying #I know I'm only hurting myself by continuing to thing that but ehhhhhh #kisses lol #tag games

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fruitflavoreddeath · 2 years

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little bother

I don’t know what it’s like to not have imposter syndrome. All my life, I had to prove myself. I started playing music when I was 10, a couple of my cousins started music around then too - except they started because their parents were egotistical and demanded that they play something. Since then It began. The vendetta against me. I’m not sure why. But It was always a competition.

My family was the opposite - my siblings aren’t exactly musical. My dad played the guitar, but he was never around to teach me. He only started buying me music instruments after the divorce. I’m not sure why. I wish I could ask him that now. But within a few months, he got me a guitar, an amp, a bass, a drum set. I had my own little jamming room. And music was my escape. I wrote songs, I played all day when I would get home from school. But still, It never felt like mine.

My girlfriend hates me. She says I took away music from her. She came to me for help, and I didn’t help her the correct way. I didn't help her enough. I watched her spiral deeper and deeper each day. And she’s gotten to a point where she blames me for her inability to do music again. It fucking hurts. I’ve sat there, with her inches away from my face, telling me how I ruined her life. How she feels paralysed, like someone ripped out her voice-box, how that someone is me. And I never say this to her, but every time she does, I want to throw myself off our balcony. Because I know what it’s like to not have something - to fight so hard for It - to trust people and have them let you down. And she says “You don’t know what it’s like. you still make music. you still have that”. And all I think to myself is... but I never had It. We can compare ourselves to each other as much as we want. But she’s had the opportunity to live my dreams - work with my inspirations, spend hours in actual studios, be invited to tour, etc. And all I’ve had are broken dreams.

I suppose our difference is she’s more trusting than me. She trusted me to help her. But when I ask for help, I already assume they won’t. It’s incredibly lonely. But she would beg to differ - she has been nothing but supportive to me. But this journey always feels lonely to me. Maybe thats my flaw.

I don’t know what kind of hell loop I’m stuck in right now. I work in a studio making jingles. It sucks the soul out of me and somedays I feel so far away from my dreams but I try to keep a good perspective - tell myself I’m just learning, I’m just putting in my 10,000 hours. But then I go home, and my girlfriend - my home, the love of my life, tells me that I ruined hers. That I took music away from her. And my only escape - music - now feels like something I don’t deserve. But I literally haven’t learned any other way to express myself. I don’t even know how to verbalise the things I feel. It was always in song.

I know what it’s like to lose things. I’ve lost my family, my childhood, my dream life in California, my church community, myself. I’ve lost myself over and over and over and over and over. And at the end of the day, the only one who hasn’t left is me. That’s all I’ve got to work with. Maybe I need to be enough. I need to be enough for myself. I’m fighting for the little 10 year old girl who just wanted to make music.

#music #10000h #innerchild

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lil-melody-moon · 4 months

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Hello! I was wondering if there are any bands you really want to get into but haven't gotten around to doing so? Also kind of similarly, any bands you think are too overrated or underrated? Sorry for such inconsistent asking, got another one of my finals done and submitted so I'm so so so close to being done whooo! Hope you're doing well!

-Pickle

Hello, Pickle! Sorry for not answering yesterday. I got sick and I really didn't feel like it at all. I'm glad you're done with the finals tho, hoping for you to ace all of them!

For the bands, actually I'm trying to get into Pink Floyd and The Police mostly. I have it a bit easier with Pink Floyd, I think, because a dear friend of mine who is a big fan of Syd Barrett made a big fan of him out of me as well. Plus, there's Richard Wright and all of the good songs they have. It's more difficult with The Police, but I think I'm slowly getting there. Lately I got a pin with the trio so they are on my pin bag already!

I don't think I know any bands that are underrated, but maybe I would say it about The Who and The Doors in my country? Because I hear others quite often in radio stations or tv, but those two? Damn, I'll feel lucky if I ever hear a The Who song in radio, BUT my neighbors have to listen to them, especially during summer - living near a loud street with open windows makes me blast my music away!

As for overrated... Someone will cut my head off when I say this, but here's a few bands that I think are overrated, and that is based on my taste in music. I DO NOT SAY THEY ARE BAD, THIS IS A DISCLAIMER!

So first, I'll throw Queen and I'm saying right away, that they are boring to me. I will never say that any of the band members are bad musicians, they are good, they created their style and you can certainly say that it's a Queen song after those few first notes at the beginning of each song, but like... There's nothing interesting for me in their music. It's probably just not my taste and to hear them almost everywhere is just tiring me. But the worst argument I have against them is the fucking drums in their music. Maybe I didn't listen to right songs to properly judge the drummer, but for Chirst's sake, do something with that instrument. You're amazing at keeping the rhythm, but like... Make it sound like an instrument, not a metronome!

Second would be Rush. This opinion of mine is based purely on the few songs I heard by them on the radio - or was it one? I don't know - but like, I can't stand the vocalist. Everything is good, but the fucking vocals are terrible. Again, not saying the guy is bad, I just have a specific taste to voices and if I don't like the vocalist I will not listen to the band at all and this is the case here. Sorry Rush fans, so so sorry Pickle, but they are not for me.

And the third and last one... I'm going against myself here, but Metallica is overrated. THERE, I SAID IT! Again, they are not bad, but like, everyone always focuses on their softer era, playing songs from this one and I'm like: "They had better music in the 80s, come on!", but this opinion is purely based on how much I listened to them and now when I hear them - especially after hearing Ringo, after Bonham, after Moon - I'm hearing that Ulrich ain't nothing special. As much as I like him and his drumming, he ain't nothing special.

And additionally - I'm gonna be burned after saying this - Rammstein ain't no fucking special at all! A band that keeps the same rhythm in every song, AC/DC are more original than them and their drummer goes with the same rhythm and tempo since 70s.

Now you can hate me, I don't give a fuck, that here is my opinion XD

#my opinion is mine #I'm not judging anyone #you love any of those bands?#good for you!#enjoy!#I will not listen to them #srs23

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1-10, 85-90

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

according to my most recent spotify 'on repeat' :

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

there's honestly a whole list i could come up with probably. but given my job at the library i'd day john steinbeck, just because i wanna see what all the dang fuss is about.

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

lmfao it's from 'someone who will love you in all your damaged glory' by the guy who made bojack horseman. this particular short story is making comparisons between wedding traditions and odd pagan rituals lol:

"Not knowing what to do, I hightail it to the Divinatory Rune Company and take the elevator up to the top."

4: What do you think about most?

time lmfao. "how much longer before x" , "do i have enough time for y"

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

"YOU LOOK SO GOOD" because my friend rebekah is seeing boygenius tonight and she indeed looks So Good in the fit pic she sent!

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

absolutely with, the concept of sleeping without clothes seems like a sensory nightmare to me....you're too exposed to the elements lmfao

7: What’s your strangest talent?

im like...suspiciously good at bancing things on the top of my head. at this point im convinced i have a flat spot

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

girls are cool...boys are ... also cool? people who are both and/or neither? also hella cool. idk what im supposed to do here but yes im queer asf

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

technically yes??? it wasnt a song with lyrics but it was a really cool instrumental because my partner at the time was in a band but the genre they played was something i WASNT into so he made me something i'd like more. i literally hate that guy now, but i'll never deny how hard he delivered with that lmfao

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

im honestly more of an air drums kind of gal. i be tappin my lil fingies all the time tbh

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

ive been on a music from high school kick this morning so it was 'home' by edward sharpe and the magnetic zeroes

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

i really like orange, before that i was super into yellow. i just rounded out my Green Phase. idk whats next. i think i just hated how much black i was always wearing and desperately needed to change that!

87: What is your current desktop picture?

its from the one and only time i ever have been to las vegas, some weird/cool neon lights lol

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

donald trump or literally Every conservative lawmaker/person in power

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

probably stuff relating to my family weirdness tbh. just because my answers would be wild

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

i sit up and look around in disbelief. how did my sleepwalking get bad enough that i was able to take apart my bedframe, transport my mattress and said bed frame, move it to the museum, AND reassemble it without waking up. that's my bad, mummies.

#i love these asks omg

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blue-eyed-bloodstains · 11 months

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When was the last time you wore a mask, and what kind of mask was it? obviously all throughout COVID while they were required, especially given I have a shit immune system given several illnesses...haven’t for awhile though except the ER which still require em obviously

Do you say “couch” or “sofa”? 🛋️ couch

Have you found any gray hairs yet? if so, how old were you when you found your first one? no

Do you think you will dye your hair when you go gray, or will you let it be natural? probably dye it just because

Have you ever met anyone named Eden? no

Which name do you like better: Eden or Aiden? Aiden

What is your favorite type of meat to eat? 🥩 seafood hands down

When was the last time you felt jealous of someone? when my fiance got to take The Hobbit tour since he’s been on a job in New Zealand since Feb

What are three thing you think of when you hear the word “India”? 🇮🇳 food, camels, hot

Are there any bar stools in your home? no

When was the last time you sat on a bar stool? too long

Have you ever been to a spa? 🧖♀️ no

What is one thing you hate? domestic violence and abuse

Have you ever sprained your ankle? yeah

Do you own an artist’s palette? 🎨 if so, when was the last time you used it? no

When was the last time you attended a religious ceremony? ⛪️ I’m assuming we’re not counting wedding or funeral so...I don’t attend church, I’m not religious so I can’t think of anything right now

If applicable, what is one trend you started when you were in school? Haha yeah no...never.

Have you ever done a craft project using a soup can? no

Have you ever had a Sony product just stop working? Sure?

What is your favorite type of tree? 🌳 hmm weeping willows I guess

Have you ever had a spaniel for a pet? no

Do you like the word “iota”? ummm sure? I never use it but I don’t mind it

What celebrities were you obsessed with when you were younger? oh lord...the Harry Potter cast (still am), Eminem (still am), NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, MadTV (the original cast), to name a few..

Would you rather sing or play an instrument? if you’d rather play an instrument, which instrument would you prefer to play? sing but I don’t think I have the voice for it so instrument for sure. I’ve always wanted to learn guitar, drums, and piano

Were you named after someone, and if so, who? my middle names yeah one is my great grandmother’s name and the other is mom’s middle name, and as much as I fucking hate this, my last name after sperm donor... Did you ever play with a yoyo as a kid? 🪀 sometimes, not much I couldn’t really learn any tricks as much as I tried heh

Who is your current favorite celebrity? JoJo, Eminem, Avril Lavigne, The Rock, Nick Cage, Markiplier, Mark Wahlberg...to name a few

What is one thing you aren’t able to do currently, but you wish you could? basically function like any normal person given my physical limitations, I can barely go anywhere and be on my feet without needing to sit or collapse, being so violently sick so much too makes it hard...and right now? I just wanna run and fucking hide in a hole and not exist...

What is one thing you think tastes good with granola? yogurt

When was the last time you ate a granola bar? ages, I don’t really like crave them or buy them

Do you prefer jelly or jam? 🥪 jelly

Have you ever met anyone named Cameo? no

What was the last thing you sent in the mail? two checks for probation fines and for license suspension fee

What is your favorite thing to do on the ice? drinks on the rocks

Have you ever visited any of the Great Lakes? no I’d like to though

Have you ever swam in any of the Great Lakes? if so, which of the Great Lakes have you visited? no cause I’ve never seen them

What were you almost named? if I was a boy, I woulda been named Kyle...my name was always a dead set with mom as far as girl’s name

What was the name of the first dog you had as a pet? Jewel

Do you any of your family members have birthdays on a holiday, and if so, which one(s)? not that I can think of

When was the last time you attended a kegger? 🍾 never sadly

What was the last thing you wrote down? addresses on envelopes

What is your favorite type of bird? 🦜 cardinals for personal reasons

Do you think of yourself as young or old? how old are you? depends on what it’s regarding..I’m recently turned 31, still don’t feel it but I’ve always been mature for my age yet I don’t look much older than about 18

Do you enjoy doing crossword puzzles? hell yeah love it it’s my favorite hobby

#survey #bored #random #about me

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dzpenumbra · 1 year

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11/12/22

This is like day 3 of me chanting to myself over and over, "take it easy with the soul-work". It's seriously been all I've done for like years now. All day, every day. With some breaks, but those were usually video game binges to get lost in another world for a bit, and I worry about going too far into that when I have to move soon. I lose track of time easily when I'm diving deep into gaming.

So... well... this is soul work, so I need to just cool it with it. I'm too damn emotional and overstressed lately. So positive vibes it is. I want to go skating again very soon, I think I'm going to loosen my trucks a bit and learn how to ride a bit looser. It'll be a new experience and I think it will help with my overall comfort and board control. The more different angles I feel comfortable skating at - toe-edge, heel-edge, pivots, powerslides - the more different angles I will be comfortable landing in. It will help a lot more with run ups and roll aways. So even if I just get to the park with enough time to just cruise around a little, not even doing tricks... it will be hugely beneficial and fun! It'll add a new way of skating, carving, because I always rode super tight trucks and did manuals, stalls, pivots and powerslides. I never carved at all. I'd just pivot instead. I think it will help not just with all the above, but actually... it might help my posture too. Because I probably need to relearn how to hold my body when carving turns, like center-of-balance shit, and that will help me keep my natural default posture at a more healthy place. So... pretty excited for that! Now I just need to get to the skatepark before like... 4:30... Because it's dark at like just past 5:15 or some shit and it's just like... dude...

No art done today. But I might be able to get some beeswax to mess around with making my own incense infused sealant for wooden beads. I did play drums today though and gat-fuckin-dayum is it really nice to just open up Cubase, add a virtual instrument, choose Kontakt, double click the drum set, choose the exponential articulation curve, set my map, turn on my drum kit and I'm 100% good to go as long as I like with no problems. It's like... finally! I improvised with a MrSuicideSheep playlist from a year or so ago. It was fun. I missed playing drums. Another thing I need to fix my posture on, I hope I can get someone to help me with that soon.

So yeah. I have some final stuff to do with forms and shit, and a car inspection to really hope they get done. I'm really stressed about that. And I'm going to meet at the new building to get the keys and check out some stuff at the new place sometime next week. I need to follow up on that, I've just been... really scared, honestly. Like never this scared of moving before in my life. I hate it. I used to be so confident. And it really feels like an ignorance is bliss kinda thing. Like "I'll just get on a plane and move halfway across the country because I used to smoke weed with you in highschool and you called me your friend." Many times like that, most of my moves in life. They were innocence, naivete; in ways I miss it, in ways I really don't.

Now, I commit to having learned from these mistakes. I have gotten very harsh with myself. I can't slip up, I can't trust the wrong person, I can't make mistakes. I'm "smarter than that". I --- I'm doing fucking soul-work again. Fucking hell, see?! All day everyday, it's this! XD

All it took was mentioning chores and down the rabbithole I go. So I'm just gonna let that thought go down the river and I'll catch up with it when it comes back around tomorrow. No clue what's on the docket for tomorrow, we'll see how it goes, hopefully I can do something fun.

Oh, I wanted to add a good perspective I gave myself. I have a good relationship with my current landlords, and I'm sure they'd be cool with me taking my time with the move. So I really don't need to stress about packing and rushing everything to the new place. I want to really pace myself and adjust. It still doesn't feel real, I haven't even seen the damn place in person yet and I'm officially moving in in less than a week. So, since I'm super emotional lately, I'm gonna go baby steps with this one. I hiked like 30 miles barefoot with a giant rucksack on, I went on a solo-road trip, I flew to Vegas with no hotel room, and now... I'm going to very slowly dip my toes into moving to a new place. And I'm not going to judge myself for that, I'm going to be compassionate and gentle. It takes a lot of pain to transform someone like that. And I should be as compassionate with myself as I would be with others like me. So, big positive note, I'm going to pace myself. And I should be good and settled in up there by Thanksgiving.

But right now, I want to really just leave a nice warm thought in my head before bed. I have been really nervous about making music. I keep avoiding it. So tomorrow, I want to just make weird noises and record an actual song. It's been too long, like 3-4 years. Who knows, something really cool might come out of it. :D Maybe hip-hop, maybe metal, maybe weird experimental world music, maybe just a collection of incoherent noises. No matter what, it's going to be fun!

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 2 years

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54 of 2022

[Family]

My brother’s name starts with D. Neither of my grandfathers are alive. I look more like my mother than my father. Both my parents are in a serious relationship. I am the youngest of three children. I am the only girl. My mom’s mom is NOT your typical grandmother. I don’t really like my cousins. I have less than five cousins. I’ve shown up at a family party while under the influence.

[Religion & Politics] I was raised Christian. But I’m no longer a Christian. I believe in God. But I think the Bible is bullshit. My beliefs aren’t influenced by people around me. My dad is religious. My mom tries to be, but who is she trying to fool? I hate church. I wouldn’t have voted in the last election even if I was old enough. // I have nothing to say, voting is mandatory here I hate politics more than anything.

[Food] I honestly never stop eating. Chocolate + peanut butter = orgasmic. I only eat Cains mayonnaise. I’ve never eaten a fruit I didn’t like. I love cooked broccoli but not raw broccoli. I love raw peppers but not cooked peppers. I’ve gone a day or more without eating. I crave chocolate on my period. Pizza Hut has the best pizza around. Cookies & Cream ice cream is one of my favorites.

[Sex, Love & Relationships] I’ve been told that I was a nine out of ten at giving head. A guy has cheated on his girlfriend with me. I’ve never been cheated on. I had my first kiss when I was fifteen. I lost my virginity in the woods. My best friend lost her virginity a week after me. In the same place I did. I’ve been in the same room as someone having sex. I would rather be on the bottom.

[Music] I download my music from LimeWire. I love country. I love old school rap. I love alternative. I have All Time Low’s new CD Nothing Personal. And I love it. I love to sing, but I suck horribly at it. I cannot play a musical instrument. I want to learn to play the drums. I used to take piano lessons.

[School] My GPA is between 2.0 and 3.0. I took Algebra 1 in 8th grade, and again in 9th. I’ve passed a class with a D-. I don’t do my homework at home. I prefer mechanical pencils. I always do projects the night before they’re due. I’m really smart but don’t always apply myself. I text in school. I’ve gotten my phone taken away in school.

[Beauty & Hygiene] I straighten my hair often. On lazy days, I scrunch my hair to go out. My only make-up necessity is mascara. I like to wing my eyeliner. I’d rather take a shower than a bath. I’d rather use body wash than a bar of soap. I’d rather use a bath scrunchie than a washcloth. My solution for make-up on lazy days: sunglasses. I use the same routine every day in the shower.

[Smoking, Drinking & Drugs] I smoke cigarettes. I’ve gotten drunk within the past month. I’ve smoked weed when by myself. The first time I got high was on a holiday. Marijuana should be legalized. I have never and would never drink and drive. I hate light beer. My lighter is purple. My favorite cigarettes are Turkish Silver or Camel Crush. I’ve quit smoking but started again.

[Random] My nails are pink right now. Going to bed at midnight is very early for me. I could never date a guy that didn’t make me laugh. I have a jar of peanut butter in my room right now. I wear sunglasses a lot. Gogurt is really good in the freezer. I’ve been in Hollister, but I don’t own anything from there. Purple is my favorite color. There is no such thing as an ugly color. I need more pens. ______________________________________________________________

I like where I’m at right now. My feet are freezing. I hate feeling awkward. I love driving on country roads. I love driving fast, too. I currently have a cold. I have a crush. No, it’s more than a crush. I always wondered what it’d be like to start over, where no one knew me. I go on Yahoo Answers. I get nostalgic every once in awhile. I really don’t like my father. My mother is one of my best friends though. I don’t mind when people stare at me. No, it’s annoying as fuck. I can’t stand people who are extremely selfish. A Change Of Pace is a good band. I have gotten a new phone within the past month. I want to go to Florida soon. Peach snapple iced tea is theee best. I wrote books when I was younger. I’m really creative, especially when I apply myself. I use Facebook a lot more than I used to. I’m constantly told I’m beautiful, but I still sometimes don’t believe it. One of my friends came out as gay this year. I feel like I’m the only one who doesn’t have someone. I’m way too quiet, and I wish I could change. I need to party. Music and books are my favorite. I love everything about the fall. I always smell really good. My hair looks nice today. I have long fingernails. I’ve kissed a Ryan, Mike, or Justin. I’ve been in love with a Josh, Christian, or Scott. I envy no one. I’m going to an amusement park soon. For a halloween-related thing. I don’t like beer. I don’t like soda. I’ve worn a turtle neck in the past year. I wear them often. Outspoken is something I’m not. I express myself through quotes and lyrics. Photography is beautiful. There’s beauty in everything, you just gotta find it. I ordered a pizza recently. Tonight, actually. I wish I could have a whole new batch of friends. Even though I do love the ones I have now. My nose is stuffy. I like orange juice. And sandwich wraps. I love cozy nights at home. I like playing Hebi. Apples to Apples is fun. I have to start applying for jobs. I really need one. Ahhh life is changing fast. I tend to drive a little bit over the speed limit. My razor only has two blades. // three, I’ve counted recently My keyboard is black. I use my friends as arm rests and pillows. My favorite number is odd. My favorite number is a single digit. I love having butterflies in my stomach. The last make up I wore was eyeliner. I’d love to have a winter wedding. I’m really ticklish. I have a facial piercing. I’d only get a tattoo that has significant meaning to me. My boyfriend is taller than I am. My school has a shitty football team. I play Pet Society on Facebook. All politicians are the same, in my opinion. I can’t eat sushi with a fork or else it feels awkward. I’ve never been to New Mexico. I’d definitely consider adoption if I couldn’t have my own children. I like plain-colored t-shirts. Horror movies don’t really scare me. I have a decent vocabulary. Lord of the Rings doesn’t appeal to me. I don’t play any sports. I prefer orange juice to apple juice. I like my toast with butter and jelly. I love cream cheese. I have a celebrity crush. // you name it, it’s more like a platonic squish, though I get frequent headaches. I can play a little piano. My boyfriend drives an Asian car. // no it’s French And so do I. I WANT MORE PIERCINGS. My favorite fruit is a type of berry. I miss somebody right now. Some of my friends live far away. I can burp out the alphabet. I love breadsticks. I can count to ten in at least two languages. I’d love to have a pet owl. I prefer dogs to cats. I only wear actual perfume on special occasions. But I wear body spray on a daily basis. I have pictures of my sibling/s on my phone. ______________________________________________________________

What I have…

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justherejusttherejusteverywhere · 3 years

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Neighbors giving dirty looks at us when our dogs bark at them and their dog from their kennels and when they are the ones letting their dog run all around their and neighbors back yards and choosing to play in a WHOLE HALF ARCE BACKYARD of theirs right the next to our house at edge of our property a few feet away. Like, fuck off with that bullshit.

#personal #i really hate all my neighbors not gonna lie #got the racist classist trump supporter on one side #other is new neighbors so theyre a wild card #one behind us has their dog always out but theyre really chill (unless it was them who pulled the bush cutting stunt today)#other behind us is a real nosey prick whos kids accused me of stealing fake plastic coins once and never cared about the plants at edge of #their property until we had to cleannup since mosquitoes were fucking breeding in the area next to out house AND they let those aggresive-#invasive large vines grow there and let it kill like 3 of our trees.#others besides them are on line of getting cops called on them since in lockdown they would be up at like 11 having loud get togethers -#and now someone there plays the drums too and i have never hated an instrument like i have now #i love the house here but fuck all the people around me.#if we move its literally to get away from these assholes and going someplace with space so we dont have to deal with people in our business #i HATE living in city and county #let me go back to the farming community my dad use to live it #only neighbor problems he had was the dumbass turkeys flying into the roof

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 4 years

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Prompt List #5

Other Prompt Lists

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

Kissing on sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft tender.

“Sometimes I wonder if you even like me...it sure feels like you hate me sometimes.”

“You were supposed to be my friend. That’s all...that’s all I asked of you. To be my friend. To care.”

“I look at him/her/them and I just..it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.”

“I don’t...i’ve never...been in a relationship and i’m going to make mistakes...I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me.”

“You really thought I was dead?”

“I want to believe, I do...I just...how can I believe in something that I can’t see?”

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

“I feel sick…so anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.”

“Can we just make a decision? Please?”

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

“I just want you to be safe. That’s all i’ve ever wanted for you!”

“I want you to be happy...even if its not with me.”

“I want to feel like this forever.”

“You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

“God, you are so fucking cute.”

“I love you, but I need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow.”

“I...I can’t do this without you.”

“Don’t forget me?”

“You weren’t there...why weren’t you there?”

“I needed you! I needed you!”

“Now it’s over...I don’t really know what to do.”

“Do you ever think?”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!”

“How can you drink that stuff?”

“Oh no...he’s/she’s/they’re cute.”

“I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!”

“Sometimes you love someone and you don’t want them to leave...because if they’re beside you, you can see that they’re safe and you can keep them safe. But, if they go somewhere without you...you might lose them”

“No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You are so important to me, you are such a big part of my life, that I just...I can’t imagine you not here.”

“I just want you to be happy...”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Stop apologising for other people! You’re not the shitty one!”

“I want someone I can melt around. I want someone who melts around me too...I don’t want this standoffish, unromantic love that you’re offering. I want more than that.”

“I want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait! I want to make things for you! It frustrates the hell out of me hat I can’t draw and I can’t sing or write or play instruments or paint...You inspire me so fucking much...”

“You don’t own her/him/them. You don’t get to choose who they choose. I don’t get to choose who they choose. No one, but them, gets to make that decision.”

“Stop being a fucking dick.”

“That’s another way of saying you’re an arsehole.”

“Can anyone else hear those Jumanji like drums? Or is it just me?”

“God, I love your face.”

Twirling a strand of their hair

Foreheads pressed together, breath intertwining, slow, content affection

“Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so...”

“I’m only important when you need something from me.”

“I am fed up of half measures. I deserve better”

“Don’t look at me! I’m a mess!”

“I love it when you’re a mess!”

“Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”

“I don’t think you’re annoying...I know...I don’t...I really like listening to and hearing what you have to say even if its a lot sometimes..”

“I just want to be swept off my feet...is that so bad? I’m fed up of being alone.”

One reaching for the others hand to comfort them, to provide support. A thumb brushing lightly against skin.

Reciting poetry at the other in a dramatic and very public fashion

Those period shirts with the puffy sleeves and the deep v and one staring at the other like... oh no he/she’s hot.

Heart eyes when the other talks, sings, dances, argues, does literally anything especially things which others make fun of them for or find annoying

“Oh, my ankle! I think it must be broken!” *wink* *wink*

“I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so amazing.”

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

“I haven’t slept since they/him/her left/died”

“You are an uncultured swine! There I said it!”

“I know I should be happy...I did well...I always do well...so why can’t I believe in myself?”

“Please do your homework, for me? Just one time...”

“I said one time, y’know...you didn’t have to actually start studying. Not that I’m not proud or anything.”

“Go big or go home”

“I’m already home.”

“I lost my wellie boot in the river...”

“I wish I knew who they were...”

“It was that bad here?”

“I look at you and I...I feel so sad because I love you but I also have been hurt so many times that I don’t think I can forgive and forget.”

Brushing hair from their face

Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm

“I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

Speaks in a terrible Shakespearean/Elizabethan style to woo/make the other laugh

“Should I go first or...do you want to go?”

“If you want to leave, we can leave.”

“I don’t want to ruin your party.”

“You could never ruin anything.”

“Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“I can finally understand why you call them your arch-nemesis...What. A. Dick.”

“Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!”

“If you don’t get that stick out of your arse, i’ll do it myself and beat you with it.”

“Could you come get me?”

“Stop moving! I’m going to have to start counting all over again!”

“I just thought that since you weren’t feeling too good, maybe this would help.”

The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

“Oh my heart it breaks! It shall never be whole again!” “She/He/They break up with you every other month. Shouldn’t it be used to the disappointment by now?”

“I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?”

“I’m not kissing you in the rain! We’ll catch our death!”

“Where’s your adventurous spirit?!”

“A walk in the woods might do you some good. Clear your head.”

“You have wronged me so bitterly...”

“Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?”

“Please get me away from him. He hasn’t left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder.”

“I apologise sincerely if my handsome/beautiful face has kept you awake all night.”

Massages but the sort that are actually practical and helpful. Like babe, you’re so uncomfortable let me help because you’re clearly in pain

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“So I had this really vivid dream...”

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