#fuck the midwest emo

[toastyblackcat]

thinking abt suna rintarou who owns a little piercing/tattoo place nd next door is the hairstylist place terushimas training at anyway

bonus points is that semi uses both places amen see the vision gang

#haikyuu #suna rinatro #semi eita #yuuji terushima #see the vision #yo possible au?? amen lads #im in a little chokehold i aint even gonna lie #can we throw them all in a weird midwest emo and/or rock band as well #that would be funny #semi whiny lead singer obvs #teru drummer #suna on bass #semis also on guitar #mmm semi playing guitar #not even joking can we put kiyoko in the band as well bcs i love her #fuck the midwest emo #they're like... dodgy hozier but if he went.. rock??? idk #the vision man #kiyoko n semis voices would probs blend real nice omg #oh my god #i feel like sigma #the universe... its singing to me #the vision is there but it doesnt make sense in cannon #ill make it make sense #i've got this #watch this #okay so uhhh umm uhh #source: i made it the fuck up

[manicpixieangel444]

Sometimes james feels like a boy I could really love, like really love.

#the end of the fucking world #the end of the f***ing world #the end of the f world #teotfw #james and alyssa #alyssa and James #midwest emo #indie sleaze #tumblr indie #indie boy #coming of age #netflix series #i believe in unicorns #2014 indie #jessica barden #alex lawther #vintage summer #femcel #laughing on the outside #the end of the f ing world #female manipulator #female rage #female hysteria #midwest emo aesthetic #midwest #midwest aesthetic #indie girl #2013 tumblr #netflix original #soft grunge

[im-nothing-and-n0body]

#car seat headrest #midwest emo #mentally fucked #self h@te

[liexpressway]

#female experience #girlblogging #black swan #hell is a teenage girl #female hysteria #first love #dream date #manic pixie dream girl #girl interrupted #girl interrupted syndrome #radiohead #sadgirl #girly things #girly thoughts #girlhood #feminine urge #female rage #dark coquette #im just a girl #girly posts #femcel #lana del rey #midwest emo #gone girl #ultraviolence #cinammon girl #liexpressway #pinterest #pinterest girl #norman fucking rockwell

[grvyrd-drms]

i am a new changed person (just got back from the front bottoms concert)

#it was. #fucking. #amazing. #i literally cant even say anything else about it #it was a dream #people crowdsurf at their shows???? #i didnt know that #but it was absolutely incredible #i love them #brian sella #mathew uyuchich #the front bottoms tour #the front bottoms #you are who you hang out with #midwest #emo #midwest emo #talon of the hawk #twin sized mattress

[evitazxo]

( vampire being Gerard way )

#emo as hell #2000s emo #pop punk #emo kid #emotional #emo scene #emo music #emo girl #emocore #emo #emo boy #emo aesthetic #midwest emo #2000s scene #scenecore #scenemo #my chemical romance #my chemical fucking romance #vampire #vampires #pierce the veil #fall out boy #2010s fashion #2010s tumblr #2010s aesthetic #2000s aesthetic #2000s nostalgia #pop rock #punk rock #gerard way

[midnight-moth]

Ok I fell asleep for like an hour and woke up with massive Midwest emo ghouls au brainworm. Need to expel before sleep. There probably so many typos.

Mist - owner of local record shop. Makes all of the ladies who walk in the door feel like queens and makes condescending music bros shrivel.

Aurora - works at small cafe across the street. Amazing work ethic, short temper. Trying to find her place in the world as well as within a band that contains several very large personalities.

Mist comes in every day, wallet chain and massive key ring jangling in harmony with the brass bell hanging over the door. Orders a pour over every time, not because it tastes better. They really can’t tell the difference.

But because it takes longer. So they can admire Aurora’s deft hands stacking paper cups, refilling the sugar dispenser, smacking the side of the bean grinder to dislodge whatever’s stuck in there.

Aurora gives her a large. But she only charges her for a small. Slips her a cookie or a muffin cause it’s a funny shape, no one will buy it, it’s a day old (even though it tastes pretty damn fresh to Mist.)

Eventually she stops making excuses when she slides the brown paper bag across the counter, cause she’s too busy burying her blush when Mist reaches for it and grazes the top of her hand with their calloused finger tops, conditioned by steel core and round wire.

Aurora finds herself wanting to take a walk outside on her break. No longer content to put her headphones on and take a nap on top of a few sacks of coffee beans. Because Zeph frowns on that just a little.

She finds herself strolling past the window of the record shop, watching Mist prop up new releases against the window. At first they wave, but then y hey beckon.

The crisp chill in the air is a plausible excuse as to why the apples of Auroras cheeks are still so persistently red.

Mist asks if Aurora has a record player. And she does of course. “Have you listened to this?” Mist asks, plucking a record from beneath the counter.

Aurora hesitated, and admits, “No, I haven’t.” Aurora admonishes the fact that she hasn’t been in this world for very long at all and she’s a little bit intimidated by the seemingly vast and endless array for artists and genres.

“Take it for a spin. Let me know what you think.” Mist pushes the record across the gouged counter where various employees in the past 3 decades have carved their initials and perhaps some unsavory phrases.

“Oh, well, I don’t - we’ll - this is embarrassing. But I’m on sort of a tight budget.” The admission forms a hairline crack in her heart, and she isn’t sure why. Maybe Aurora simply does not want to refuse anything Mist has to offer.

“Don’t worry about that, you can bring it back later.” Sensing the hesitation in Aurora as her hand hovers over the record, they push it into her hand with a wink.

It’s so warm in there, Aurora can’t blame the chill and so she buried her face in her scarf and says “thanks, I’ve gotta get back. But, thank you. I’m so - I’ll - excited to listen.” She cringes inwardly and her feet stumble although not as much as her words as she heads for the exit.

She finished the rest of her shift, looking at her backpack with x-ray vision, as if she can see the record inside with Mist’s fingerprints all over it along with whatever she felt when she listened to it.

She kneels on the floor as in front of her stereo as soon as she gets home. Shoes and coat, scarf, lunch bag, all abandoned behind her like a trail of breadcrumbs.

GLORIA, G-L-O-R-I-A.

Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine

Meltin' in a pot of thieves

Wild card up my sleeve

Thick heart of stone

My sins my own

They belong to me, me

People say "beware!"

But I don't care

The words are just

Rules and regulations to me, me

She’s vaguely aware of the dull throb in her knees and despite how loud she has the music cranked she’s kneeling on the floor practically pressing her ear to the speaker.

Her voice is loud and infectious, the words are irreverent and rebellious. She’s already hooked. And she flips the vinyl over 4 times before the gnawing in her stomach forces her to trudge to the kitchen and make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Normally a creature of habit, and a neat one at that, the plate doesn’t make it to the sink and the knife sticks to the counter, laden with jam, and there are crumbs on the floor. She doesn’t care.

She tries to go bed early because she has the opening shift. But that contralto voice is ringing in her mind and her feet are dancing under the covers.

She crawls to work and his through the motions, but she finds she’s less tired than expected. Still high on the energy of what she considers truly powerful. It’s like a talisman, no one can fuck with her today. She can’t help but occasionally run her fingers over the record, safely stowed under the counter to return to its owner.

When Mist arrives, they grins like a shark once they hears what’s playing over the shop’s speakers.

Counting the time, then you came to my room

And you whispered to me and we took the big plunge

And oh you were so good, oh, you were so fine

And I gotta tell the world that I make her mine, make her mine

Make her mine, make her mine, make her mine, make her mine

G-l-o-are-i-a, Gloria, G-l-o-are-i-a, Gloria, G-l-o-are-i-a, Gloria

G-l-o-are-i-a, Gloria

Aurora can’t even be bothered to feel shame as she shouts the newly memorized lyrics at the top of her lungs while preparing Mist’s pour over.

“So I guess you liked it?”

“You could say that.” Aurora is surprised that she can manage to say something remotely intelligible. She pulls the record out from under the register to slide back over the counter.

“No, keep it for now. But come by later. I think I have something else you’d like.”

Aurora is inclined to believe them. She takes the record back and in exchange slides over a brown craft paper bag. It feels heavier than usual.

When Mist dumps their belongings on the counter and flicks on the lights, they open it and sees it contains two cookies. And they are not deformed in the slightest.

Aurora comes in on her lunch, on a breeze that smells like roasted coffee and sandalwood. And she returns, with another record under her arm.

Zeph cannot find it within himself to chide her for being late. Nor will he for the days and weeks to come. When her 30 minute lunch break turns into 40 minutes. 45 minutes. 55 minutes.

Because an education in feminist proto-punk cannot be rushed. Nor can her deep dive into the riot grrl movement. Nor can love, Zeph knows that better than anyone.

#please tell me you see my vision #there is so so so so much more I have to say #aurora has to be well versed in all of the feminist music movements #that is why she takes no shit on stage #that is why she takes up space and demands attention #because she is talented and because she fucking can #did I mention I love her #I have been rolling around many ideas about her in her head #I myself do not possess very much femininity and it made me scared to write female characters #but I can see myself here #aurora ghoulette #mist ghoulette #midwest emo ghouls au #midnight moth writes

[midwestemo-brackets]

#joyce manor #pop punk #midwest emo #tumblr is fucking fighting me on this one

[stewyonmolly]

doing another intense ‘lights off noise cancellers on sitting one inch from the laptop screen’ manuscript readthrough before starting to submit it again so this is my typical “if you work in fiction publishing and have ever liked a single word i’ve said give me your contact now” announcement. if i don’t say it it won’t be heard etc etc

#hey let’s manifest i publish this. thanks <3 #it’s about a ghost and a walking wound who are both girls and fall in love and fuck around. revolved around a band’s first regional tour #they’re a midwest emo band too like it slays i swear #paris or bust tag #just in case ur curious and want to peek at inspo xx

[parkercore-69]

oh the front bottoms… my tantalising twin size mistress..

#top artist since i was 12 my fucking god #i dont know if this crosses some sort of line i just love midwest emo #technically they aint midwest emo anymore #the front bottoms #talon of the hawk #twin sized mattress #did yu guys get the pun #its funny right?? #parker’s funnies #real knee slapper #count my knee thoroughly slapped #sorry guys i dont leave the house often #midwest emo #relatable wild stuff

[aeobek]

i made this

#guitar #alex g #bug collector #radiohead #tv girl #vs self #scramz #midwest emo #fucking guitar #music #king krule #lucki

[carpetbug]

nino loves midwest emo send post

#carpetbug talks #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #nino lahiffe #nino #hc #brought to you by death cup - mom jeans #midwest emo fucks sorry not sorry

[numetalpuppygirl]

absolutely enraged to learn that a song i really liked from some shitty bandwagon midwest emo band is in fact just a cover of a semi-popular song from the 90s by a far superior artist

#i kind of hate midwest emo. like not actually bc it's really good and there's lots of good bands #but still it's sooo. like that #like ohhh look at us we covered a fucking lilith fair artist and added a little scream on the last chorus come suck our dicks #is that all it takes? can i just be a guy and cover all i wanna do and add a little yell and make a tiktok account and get a record deal? #anyway. dog rant over #*char noises*

[phonydiaries]

was cleaning out my phone storage and got jumpscared by pictures of my ex I am truly horrified by my mind's ability to convince me that I was attracted to men for 20 years

#and like especially HIM??? #fucking midwest emo chronic stoner rigby the raccoon looking ass?? #i am frightened and appalled at my former inability to GET A GRIP #lyd posting #lesbian

[ravenz-den]

found a song so good it blew my dick clean off.

#how am i supposed to fuck my bf #ridiculous #but good music tho #shoegaze #alternative #alternative music #goth #gothic #midwest emo #txt #txt post #text #text post #music #new music #music post

[skeeverboy]

hi i'm skeeverboy and here's my review of every tfb album (not including singles or eps but maybe i will at some point)

I Hate My Friends (2008)

despite being their first and least finished albums, it is one of my fav albums of all time. it's unique and definitely not for everyone, but the garage/basement sound and unique vocals are so charming. it has this whole immature feeling in both instrumentation and lyrics that i'm just obsessed with. i really like the background vocals and the entire shouty kind of singing this one has.

fav track: push-ups

rating: 9.5/10

My Grandma Vs. Pneumonia (2009)

very similar in sound and vibe to IHMF, with the same acoustic recorded-in-someone's-basement feeling (this is because both albums were in fact recorded in random basements and garages). it feels a little more finished than IHMF, and the songs have a bit of a different vibe that i don't know how to explain. ultimately though i put it in the same category as IHMF and frequently forget which songs are in which albums.

fav track: the bass is too loud

rating: 9/10

The Front Bottoms (2011)

absolutely amazing album. it has all the charm of the first 2, with significantly more development and more of a finished feeling. it starts off with an amazing first track and there's really not a dud on this album at all. both versions of the cover art are beautiful. the lyrics in this album are just like some of my favorite of all time and often times soul crushing. i love it. enough said.

fav track: looking like you just woke up

rating: 10/10

Talon of the Hawk (2013)

another absolute banger. it has a lot of the same vibes as self titled, though it started getting a lot higher energy. while still angsty and gut-punching, it's also a lot easier to jam out to than their self-titled, with more electric guitar featured and absolutely banger choruses. maybe a little bit overrated, but a great album nonetheless.

fav track: santa monica

rating: 9/10

Back On Top (2015)

another one of my favorites. it's nearly completely abandoned the more acoustic feeling, aside from chunks of songs like the beginning of West Virginia. pretty much every song can be either cried to or rocked out to in the car. even though there is one song on this album that i kind of hate (summer shandy) the rest of them more than make up for it. fun electric guitar parts, the epic wind section in 2YL, the hard hitting lyrics in songs like Plastic Flowers, it's all just amazing.

fav track: ginger

rating: 10/10

Going Grey (2017)

everyone hates me for my opinion on this album but ultimately it's just kind of meh for me. it's not bad, but it's my least favorite TFB album. the entire sound of the album isn't my favorite, and at times the vocals feel a little dull, which i mean the vocals are like the number one reason why i love the front bottoms. some of the lyrics leave something to be desired, especially considering past songs.

i don't hate the album though. it's high energy, really transitioned TFB into IS&IF and YAWYHOW smoothly. it has a lot of good songs while remaining pretty true to the core TFB sound.

fav track: trampoline

rating: 7.5/10 (don't crucify me please)

In Sickness & In Flames (2020)

ok on my tier list i admit i ranked this one way too low. it pushed the band into a new direction, with the autotune and the way more developed and finished sounding instrumentals. pretty much every song is high energy and catchy. it strays way more into the pop side of tfb's pop punk/emo sound, which is fine but not exactly my thing. i think they do it in a really graceful way though and most songs on here are bangers

fav track: bus beat

rating: 8/10

You Are Who You Hang Out With (2023)

this one is significant for me because it was their first full-length album they released while i was actively a huge fan. it was exciting and i heard a few of the songs before the album's release live, so i'm definitely biased in this one. the autotune is a little weird, but it works for me. the mix between brian's unique voice and the autotune and just the general sound of it are really good.

i'll admit it did take me a minute for it to grow on me, especially as an early tfb girlie, but grow on me it did. outlook and batman both feel like really nice tie-backs to the older sound, almost sounding like they're from TOTH or back on top?? and the newer, weirder songs (i'm looking at you Paris) work really well with the sound of album and such.

fav track: batman

rating: 9.5/10

#picking a fav track from every album was so fucking hard #the front bottoms #tfb #front bottoms #brian sella #mat uychich #midwest emo #emo #album review #i hate my friends #my grandma vs pneumonia #talon of the hawk #back on top #going grey #in sickness and in flames #you are who you hang out with #yawyhow #toth