#happy 311

[richard-arlison]

Not Ferran asking Lewy to leave because he wants to run with Eric???

#feric is real that’s what I said #happy 311 #ferran torres #robert lewandowski #eric garcia #fc barcelona

[zivazivc]

What kind of nu metal music fits Les's band?

First of all I gotta clarify that I sent this ask myself because I accidentally lost the original through constant editing and drafting. I realize I could just make a regular text post but I'm quirky like that, and a question is a nice little attention grabber for those who are interested.

Anyway...

It's hard to point at one song and say this is their sound, because A: I'm picky, B: the band's style changes over time, and C: I don't know what I'm doing lmao

This answer is very long uhh I don't seem to be able to form short responses, mi scusi 😅

Back at home the brothers' music and then also the first year on the road with Flea the band sounds like the albums Music and especially Grassroots by 311. (Grassroots is such a banger of an album, I listen to it all the time, really recommend.)

Hed's the main influence on the band's sound because he's the main vocalist, songwriter and overall the most invested in the band succeeding (Les's main concern is making ends meet, and Flea is just enjoying the ride lol). At the start Hed and Les have had basically no contact with Rock Trolls so even though they're both more metal/punk than regular rock, their "rock side" is softer at this point. Hed also grew up with hip hop because of his peers so there's a lot of rapping in his lyrics. And he also incorporates reggae into his style a lot because of his favorite uncle, Kymani (one of the guys who live with Ish) who is a Reggae Troll. Hed is pretty much a sponge when it comes to music, much like Floyd. The closest I can come to describing his genre is a fusion of Rap Metal and Reggae Rock which are both already fusion genres jskksdjsk

(The band 311 has two singers and oddly they both sound like Hed and Les to me. SA Martinez (the higher of the two voices) sounds 100%, exactly like how I've imagined Hed's voice in my head. For Les I have a different voice claim because Les's personal style of music is much different from the band, but Nick Hexum (the lead vocalist here) is still in the second place when it comes to voice alone. Imagine my enthusiastic surprise finding voices for both brothers in the same band 😄)

examples from the two albums:

...

While driving around and performing small gigs they come in contact with the alternative and nu metal scene and meet a lot of Rock Trolls (mostly various Metal Trolls) and other mixed trolls, and in the following couple of years their sound gradually becomes heavier (Hed rediscovers screamo lol) and they go from rock to metal.

A year into their "touring" is also around the time Hed meets and starts dating Liv and gets her to join the band. Liv's genre has the heaviest sound of all of them (Industrial/EBM), which influences Hed and the band too. And with Liv on the drums, Hed takes over DJ-ing and is also able to put more focus on the vocals, which also makes Les step down and only sing backing vocals with the rest of the band if needed.

The band in this era sounds like the album Revolution by Insolence and to some degree Introduction to Mayhem by Primer 55.

examples from the albums:

...

Two years into the bands existence is when Floyd runs into them. At first he's more just standing there, observing their practices and performances warily, because he's had bad experiences with Rock Trolls in his one year alone and metal music still kinda freaks him out at this point. But he soon starts joining in in melodic parts and then it progresses into him singing longer and longer segments because he has the strongest vocals of everyone. And once he saves enough of his earnings for a guitar he starts playing the rhythm guitar too. (The guitar he took with him when he left the Troll Tree got stolen before he met the band.)

I guess I should clarify: Flea is the lead guitarist, Les is the bassist, and Liv and Hed switch on the drums and DJ-ing depending on the track. At one point they also get a keyboard.

It's also not that long before Hed and Floyd start actively writing songs together, sharing each others notes, and they start to split the singing parts more evenly. Hed even teaches Floyd screamo techniques, because he thinks Floyd has a great voice for them (He is correct, Floyd has a mean scream 😁).

During this time the band still pretty much sounds like Revolution by Insolence but with more melodic singing parts from Floyd (and screaming/shouting lmao). I think Verge of Umbra is another good band to compare, it sounds more clean and Floydy but still Hedy. (Man, I should write scientific research papers skjdkjf)

↑↑↑ song with the lyrics from the drawing at the top

From here on out I'm a bit unsure how the band's sound develops, but I'm pretty sure Floyd would unintentionally infect them with a mild case of radio friendliness (Pop trolls can't help their in your face nature lmao 😞). So for now I'm stopping here...

This took me days of searching and writing so I would appreciate to hear any thoughts you have if you've come this far and given some of the songs a listen. :)

#i spent way too much time on this rip #but i'm happy i did all the research bc now i have an album to point to that sounds a lot like what i had in my mind for the band #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls floyd #trolls oc #ex bandmates #hed #les #liv #flea #answered #my art #long post #music #nu metal #alternative metal #insolence #insolence band #primer 55 #verge of umbra #311 #311 band

[zmediaoutlet]

Sam’s not sleeping when Dean pulls off the road. “What,” Sam says, although without a lot of interest. State highway after midnight and exactly no one to see, but Dean coasts down the gravel shoulder to the pitted asphalt-and-dirt road that turns off into—sparse woods, a sign that says NO HUNTING. Sam snorts.

“Gotta take five,” Dean says. Sam nods, arms folded over his chest. Shadow-shapes in the dark, his eyes slanted away at some terrible inward thing. Out of the car there’s moonlight peeking through the tree-tops and Dean left the headlights on, so he doesn’t trip and break his neck on his way to water a patch of weeds. He zips up and then stands there, breathing. Dirt and mulch. Kinda acrid now but not any worse than the woods usually are. Not that different from where they’d buried the vampire kid—god, less than six hours ago. Soft dirt there and they’d made a good grave, burned him right, covered the charred bones. Sam hardly looking at him then, too. Like finishing the hunt hurt as much as sitting around thinking about the other dead kid had.

Dean hasn’t got much in his back pocket, when it comes to making Sam feel better. They’ve been doing this so long they’ve got rhythms they follow and he knows that he’s—tough, sometimes, and he can be a real pain, and Sam always seems to have some way to grip Dean by the wrist and pull him up and be solid as mountain rock for Dean to brace against. He doesn’t have a roadmap for when the rock starts to slide under his feet. He can say some of the dumb crap he’d offer to civilians but Sam’s too smart for it to work; he can offer work, or duty if work itself doesn’t do the trick, but Sam’s never felt the pull of that the same way Dean has, and if Dean’s honest he’d be freaked if Sam really bought it. With how Sam’s been talking Dean’d be willing to throw on Steel Magnolias and give him a foot massage if he thought it’d help, but it wouldn’t, and he doesn’t have much left to offer, to try to make it—not fixed. Fixing it isn’t something he’s been able to do since he was five years old and everything went wrong. But maybe it could be—

He comes back to the car and opens the trunk, instead. Then to the passenger side, where he opens Sam’s door, and Sam looks up at him narrow-eyed but not frowning. Tired. Sad, which makes Dean’s throat do something weird, and he clears it before he says, rougher than he means, “You gotta piss or anything?”

“No,” Sam says, tilting it like Dean’s the weird one. Well, fair enough.

Dean nods. He twists the cap on the bottle he fetched and takes a long burning swallow. Sam shakes his head when Dean holds it out but Dean waggles it at him, and Sam’s not yet so oatmeal-hippie-health conscious that he won’t have a drink with Dean on the wrong side of dawn. His lips pull back like it stings. “Good value for fifteen bucks,” Dean says, and Sam raises his eyebrows, and Dean crouches then in the open door, puts his hand on Sam’s leg. Curling his fingers around the inside of Sam’s knee.

They’ve been doing this so long, they’ve got rhythms. Sam’s chin tips down. “I don’t…” he starts, but he bites his lip and breathes in long and slow through his nose and Dean doesn’t know what he would say, anyway. That it was too fucked up, that he missed all the people they’d lost, that the dark was so heavy it had this velvet choking intensity, so bleak no light could ever get through. Pick a number.

But Dean’s left the headlights on. He pulls, and Sam swivels on the seat so his bootheels crunch in the gravel, and Dean settles down on his knees and reaches up and puts his hand on Sam’s face, and watches Sam close his eyes. His jaw clenching. Stubble thick and sharp and his face as hollow as it was when Jack—when—

Dean unbuckles Sam’s belt. The button, the zip, and once he smacks Sam’s hip he lifts up enough so Dean can yank everything down. He’s soft but so what. Dean’s worked with worse. He spreads his hands over Sam’s bare thighs, hair prickling in the autumn air, licks his mouth wet, and when he takes Sam in it’s—everything familiar, good. Gravel biting into his knees through his jeans. He tongues under the soft ridge of the head, breathes through his nose. The rarity of getting to go down to the base without choking, suckling soft, salt under his tongue and the bitter of a long day and Sam’s fingers sliding through his hair, holding the back of his neck so careful. Like Dean will get hurt, doing this thing he’s been doing as long as his life has been worth anything. Like Dean’s doing Sam a favor, here, when he’s split halfway between wanting Sam to stop thinking and wanting his own brain blank as a snowfield.

A weird strangled breath, above. Dean slurps back and kisses Sam’s hipbone, and drags his shirt up and kisses his belly, hair prickling his lips. “Let me,” he says, asking for—a lot, maybe—and Sam doesn’t say anything but his thumb drags up into the soft hollow at the top of Dean’s spine and his thighs tip wider. Dean presses his forehead to Sam’s stomach. Weirdly grateful, in a way he can’t ever say aloud. This one good thing. Then he pushes Sam to sprawl back across the bench seat, and holds Sam’s hips in his hands, and takes his brother into his throat.

#happy wincest wednesday #my writing #ww lottery #a random ficlet for episode 311 #o to give sam a sleep without nightmares #i realize s15 was not particularly interested in emotional continuity #but that shit is a rollercoaster #dead jack directly into dead teenager #(murdered by dean no less) #and sam's sad about rowena (??) but kinda just giving up generally #and you know what i think would help? #dean's dsl

[ohitslen]

Well wouldn't you guess it 🎉Ch. 2 of The neighbor from 311 is up!🎉

#the neighbor from 311 #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood #trigun stampede #wolfwood #vash #nicholas trigun #trigun fanart #reincarnation au #Trigun au #lenssi draws #trigun fic #trigun fanfiction #Hater vash hater vash hater vash hater va #happy holidays! Vash having a very personal grudge with God be upon ye #I think they are both weird but ww pretends he is not. until well its more than clear that is not the case #also wide ass screenshot for yall since my phone is very much in uuh unfavorable shape lets say. so yeah! wide ass ss it is #life has somehow gotten busier on my side during break so aha yeah lets say i have been delaying this in favor of fics and series :) #having the time of my life tbh

[emometalhead]

Aftershock 2023 Lineup

#soooo excited about this!!!!!!! #I was keeping my fingers crossed for A7X!! this will be my 2nd time seeing them and I am stoked!! #also very happy to see Korn as a headliner over Pantera. Korn puts on an incredible show!! #already knew about GN'R but I'm still excited!! #like last year I'm just going to write out all of the bands I'm hoping to see #A7X / Incubus / AFI / L7 / Godsmack / Limp Bizkit / Skillet / Bad Omens / The Hu / Memphis May Fire / Rain City Drive / Korn / 311 #Corey Taylor / Parkway Drive / Babymetal / Avatar / Fever 333 / The Amity Affliction / Escape The Fate / Guns N' Roses / Rancid / I Prevail #Daughtry / Badflower / Ayron Jones / You Me At Six #obviously none of this is set in stone #I'm sure the lineup will change at least a little between now and October and right now there's no way to predict which bands will overlap #I've seen a few of these artists before and I'd love to see them again but we tend to prioritize seeing new bands when there's overlap #still super excited about this though!!!! #if Badflower doesn't overlap with anyone and we watch their set it'll be my 4th time seeing them which is more than I've seen any band #aftershock #aftershock festival #ashley posts pics

[lovepurplequeen]

Another end of third quarter clutch shot from the sea captain.

#Klay Thompson #11 #Warriors #Baby Boo #Steph Curry's husband #I love when Steph fangirl over Klay's shots #Steph is Klay's number one fan #That's why they are basketball husbands they fangirl over each other because they genuinely love and respects each other #Basketball Husbands #JP so happy for Klay #Only JP can smack Klay on the ass like that #311 #311 forever

[1-800-not-a-robot]

311posting for 3/11

#happy 311 day #311 #music

[smoove-b]

After this post the porn bots won’t have to see 311 posts for 355 days.

I hope you bots all had a lovely 311 Day!

#happy 311 from my family to your #311 day

[honeydewtual]

#happy 311 day #tunes #Spotify

[almostperfectstarlight]

This song has been bopping in my head and making me feel better today.

#311 #sunset in july #happy music #Spotify

[acharlescoleman]

It’s like the first Saturday that’s been pretty decent weather wise all year so far and I’m at work and it’s been super quiet since I’ve gotten hear for my afternoon shift. I prefer at least some action but for now I’ll take like library silence and no kids running around.

Wild stuff. And I know that nobody is at the movies, No Hard Feelings isn’t a kids movie and neither are they expanded Asteroid City or Past Lives. Maybe all these parents took their kids to the beach?? Or a museum? Pic-a-nic at the park? Who knows but they ain’t here!

Time to catchup on reading. 😏

#what I’m up to #I’m not happy about what my steps will be today though #but then again it’s Saturday and I force walked myself into fatigue last night so maybe the cosmos are like you can chill out now #then again then again it’s only 311 and we don’t close until another hour so better watch dem chickens before they hatch or somethin

[withacapitalp]

Vanilla with Fresh Strawberries

written for ‘cake’ @steddiemicrofic wc: 311 | rated: T | cw: parental neglect

Steve's birthday cake is always vanilla with fresh strawberries.

It's always been vanilla with fresh strawberries, because that's what his mother ordered every year. And, once his mother started following his dad around the country, that's what Tommy and Carol remembered having, so that's what they got. Then, after Tommy and Carol dropped him, Robin somehow figured out that vanilla with fresh strawberries was Steve's normal birthday cake order, so she started to get that.

Vanilla with fresh strawberries from Joanie's bakery right in the middle of town. That was the routine. That was how it always had been.

And because that's the routine, because that's always been the routine, Steve feels justified in being confused when Eddie hands him a chocolate cupcake.

"Happy birthday, my darling," He crooned as he did, looking around discreetly before leaning over the counter of Family Video to press a quick kiss to Steve's cheek.

"What's this?"

"A cupcake?" Eddie replied, sounding just as confused as Steve.

"It's chocolate," Steve shot back, like that should explain everything.

"Yeah? It's your favorite," Eddie said casually, completely missing the way that Steve's eyes grew wide and his breath caught in his throat.

There were a lot of things Steve could have said at that moment. Things he could have said to Eddie

He could have told Eddie about his normal order. He could have told Eddie that he found out he was allergic to strawberries when he was eight, but no one else had noticed that he broke out in hives if he had anything with strawberries in it. He could have told Eddie what this single stupid cupcake meant to him, about the way his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.

"Chocolate is my favorite," Steve said instead, taking a small bite and savoring the taste of actual, real, love.

#steve harrington #stranger things #st #eddie munson #steddie #steddie microfic #st drabble #steddie ficlet #cw: neglect #hehehe #I enjoyed writing this

[siamurai]

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[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie's One Rule

prompt: cake | wc: 311 | rating: T (for language) | for @steddiemicrofic's August prompt :)

Eddie had been perfectly clear on the “No Strippers” rule for his bachelor party. Tacky Las Vegas casino? Sure. Concerning amounts of tequila served in glow-in-the-dark shot glasses? Whatever. Karaoke at a space-themed diner?

… Okay. He’ll admit - that last one sounds fucking awesome. He’s been rehearsing a thrashy rendition of Mr. Roboto for weeks now. In all honesty, strippers were his only veto. 

But here they are, standing in a dimly-lit club that’s not even remotely close to the Vegas strip. 

“Low blow, man. Really.” Eddie gestures to the pole in the center of the room, then back towards Gareth. Should’ve revoked his Best Man privileges while he had the chance. 

Gareth ignores him and yells, “Bring it in, fellas!”

“Bring what in-”

The low strums of ‘I Touch Myself’ by the Divinyls flows through the speakers as the backdoor opens. The rest of Eddie’s wedding party begin rolling out a wooden cart with goddamn cake on it.

And it’s not an ordinary cake - not even an edible one. This one is clearly fake and almost six feet tall.

The cardboard lid pops off, revealing Eddie’s fiancé emerging from the top, fucking shirtless (which is the least surprising part of the evening).

His anger dissolves behind the sound of Steve belting the song, head swaying offbeat. Looking so damn happy. Eddie hasn’t made many good decisions in his life, but Steve is by far his best.

“Still wanna marry me after this little stunt?” Steve asks, pointing at the cake structure around him.

Eddie saunters over, rolling his eyes despite that swirling pulse of love in his chest. Steve automatically bends over from the center. Kisses him, still humming the song as their lips meet. 

“Why wait?” Eddie smiles. He brushes a few strands of Steve’s hair behind his ear and whispers, “We’re in Vegas right now, baby.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steddiemicroficaugust #hi hello I haven't written in a while #or shared my writing in a while so pls be gentle #thank you to anyone taking the time to still read my silly little brain worms! #makes my heart so so happy 💖 #and yes - they get married by an Elvis impersonator at 3am

[1-800-not-a-robot]

almost forgot this year, happy 3rd annual 3/11 day

#happy 311 day #311 #SoundCloud

[smoove-b]

CLASSIC.

Happy 311 Day!

#happy 311 from my family to your #311 day #I’ve been beating this joke to death for a decade idc if I’m only followed by pornbots I’m dying on this mountain