#i feel like bats r in this trying to find danny really hard and he doesnt know

[artificialqueens]

By Your Side (Biadore) - Candy Cane

A/N: just a oneshot based off of a prompt sent in that asked for bianca finding out abt adore’s onlyfans! its not quite that tbh but the words take me where they want to go lol please enjoy!! <3 theres some other things ive been trying to work on but its slow going rn as my cat is very sick and a lot of my time and energy has been dedicated to him, but i hope to get more out soon!

It’s only been a few months into quarantine when Adore finds herself on the phone with one of her oldest friends. Like, old physically not old as in how long they’ve known each other. But to be fair, there aren’t a ton of people she’s been friends with longer than she’s been friends with Bianca. Courtney and Darienne too for that matter.

She loves Bianca. Their friendship is something precious to her, and surprisingly this is only the second phone call they’ve had since quarantine has started. They talk basically every day through texts, and that’s on top of the hours they spend going back and forth in the ABCD group chat with Courtney and Darienne. The four of them have something special, all of them realize that. There’s just something specifically between her and Bianca that Adore’s never really been able to place her finger on.

Out of the blue this morning Bianca simply… called her. Adore spends a full moment staring at the CallerID trying to figure out where the fuck this is coming from. With an uncertain frown, she answers the phone, hanging upside down off the side of her bed of course.

“So… OnlyFans? Seriously?” Bianca asks incredulously, her voice crackling over the phone speaker.

What a way to start a conversation after not hearing each other’s voices for like a month! Even though Adore can’t see her face, she can practically hear the raised eyebrow.

“Fuck you,” Adore laughs, unable to help smiling at Bianca’s playful accusations.

“Not that I’m mad, but why fucking OnlyFans? Aren’t bitches doing podcasts now?”

“I’m bored, okay? There’s not a lot to do but drink and masturbate, and drinking hasn’t really been doing it for me lately. Plus, I gotta make money somehow,” Adore grumbles through an explanation, lifting herself up and sprawling out on her bed awkwardly.

“Do I need to set up an intervention? You know I will,” Bianca says with faux seriousness, “Seriously though, if you need some help…”

Adore frowns down at her phone. She hates pity, she hates unnecessary worry, and she definitely hates burdening people with her bullshit.

“B, I’m fine, I promise,” she says earnestly, “I guess I just… I miss you. A lot. And we can’t see each other right now and it fucking sucks and I’m really lonely-”

“Come over.”

“What? I can’t, B, we’re quarantined…”

“When’s the last time you left your apartment?”

“Uhh, I dunno, maybe a month ago?’ Adore answers, unsure of where Bianca is going with this.

“Okay, that’s well over two weeks. Come hang out with me for a few days, get some human interaction, I’ve been needing it myself. I haven’t gone out or seen anyone for a few weeks now,” Bianca admits, and Adore feels suddenly giddy.

It’s been so long since she’s seen someone, since she’s even gotten a hug, and she really wants to see Bianca…

“I’ll be there tomorrow morning,” Adore agrees, not even thinking twice about it.

Bianca is everything to her. This person was one of the first to really take her seriously, to really see something in her, and Adore doesn’t know where she’d be without her. Every time something goes wrong, her first instinct is to call Bianca. Everytime something amazing happens, her first instinct is to call Bianca. They’ll spend hours talking or texting just because and Adore wouldn’t have it any other way.

They are as good together as PB&J, or peanut butter and celery, or peanut butter and pretzels… And Adore realizes she is feeling very snacky, specifically for peanut butter. With a sigh she rolls off her bed to get a snack before she starts packing for the next week.

The point is Adore loves Bianca, and Danny loves Roy. Sure maybe it’s in a different way than they should, or even once did, but it can’t be helped. It can be hidden, though. And Danny is more than fine with hiding this secret, as long as they get to have Roy in their life at all. He’s more than what Danny should ever even hope for, and yet a part of them can’t help but hope.

After spending so much time apart, Danny knows it’ll be harder now than ever to hide these feelings they’ve been harboring for Roy. They’ll try though, because sometimes the thought of this man loving them back is all that keeps them going.

Danny arrives at Roy’s beautiful new house in Palm Springs at nearly noon the next day. Which, to be fair, is very much the morning for Danny. They even woke up early to make the trip! …If ten a.m. counts as early in any book except their own.

Roy is already standing out in the driveway waiting for Danny when they get there, his arms spread wide for a hug the second Danny gets out of their car. The younger practically rocket launches themself into his arms, clinging tight to him as they savor the first hug they’ve gotten in such a long fucking time. Danny can’t help the tears that fall at finally having such warm, loving human contact, especially from this person.

They hold onto each other as tight as they can, each beyond glad to have each other’s trust in such unreliable times. Being alone for so long had hit Roy hard too. Alcohol and binge watching can really only do so much, and he’s genuinely been feeling lonely being stuck in one spot for so long. The dogs help some, but at the end of the day it really doesn’t replace human interaction, no matter how hard he wishes it did.

“I missed you, baby girl,” Roy says, and Danny can almost hear his voice waver.

“I missed you too,” Danny whispers, trying and failing to hold back a sob.

They leave Danny’s bag in the car for now, much more eager to go sit down and enjoy each other’s company. The dogs bombard the two of them the second Danny crosses the threshold, the enby leaning instantly down to kiss and coo at the babies and Roy can’t help grinning widely at the sight. He loves his babies, and he loves his baby girl.

They spend the afternoon talking and laughing and playing with the dogs. Danny clearly gets some ideas about the golf cart, and Roy is suddenly excited about the upcoming few days. It’s been a while since either of them have really had something to look forward to.

“Alright, I still need you to explain this OnlyFans thing to me,” Roy says with a smirk a few hours later, after they’ve gotten properly settled in on the couch together with the dogs.

Danny’s eyes go wide with slight panic, “Okay, grandpa, it’s like uhhh, Patreon but-”

“No, no, no!” Roy laughs, “I know what it is, I mean why that? Why not literally anything else?”

“First of all, I am sexy. Second of all, I spent a lot of time not making money masturbating, which is a fucking shame because as I said before I am sexy.”

They both crack up at that, giggling like idiots on Roy’s couch, the puppies quickly joining in, yipping at them to be a part of the excitement.

“Awww, do you two think I’m funny?” Danny coos, picking Dede up and cuddling the pup close, “Your daddy doesn’t think I’m funny!”

Roy snorts, “You’ve certainly picked up a thing or two from me.”

“Like how to be a bitter old hermit!” Danny grins sweetly.

“Exactly,” Roy laughs.

“So if I ask really nicely will this bitter old hermit make me food?” Danny asks, batting their eyelashes pleadingly.

“My original plan was to let you starve to death while you were here, but since you’re asking nicely…” Roy says teasingly, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction at the way the younger throws their head back with laughter.

Late that night, after a long night of talking and watching TV and a decent dinner, they curl up into bed together. At one point they both needed to at least be tipsy to do that, but nowadays that’s just overkill. They have progressed well beyond that point of friendship, though Roy sometimes still likes to put on a show of being annoyed, if only because of the way Danny pouts and rolls their eyes.

Tonight he just holds the thick comforter up so Danny can slide in easily with him, he’s not really interested in making either of them wait longer than they already have for cuddles. In seconds the two are holding each other tight, savoring the touch. As Roy lays there, holding Danny like the younger is his lifeline, he starts to think about the time they’ve known each other. All the ups, downs, and side-to-sides… Danny has grown up a lot over the years they’ve been friends, and it’s hard to deny that it’s changed Roy’s feelings for them.

Once his feelings to the younger were almost motherly, but now it’s closer to attraction. It’s kind of weird, at the least it’s very fucked up. Roy wants to just give in to the feelings, but he can’t. Not when he has no way of gaging Danny’s feelings for him. He can live with this secret, he’s not sure he can live without Danny’s friendship.

Danny interrupts his thoughts, their voice small and curious, “Why were you so invested in my OnlyFans?”

“Bitch, I’m trying to sleep here,” Roy groans.

“No, seriously,” Danny pouts, sitting up in bed and looking down at Roy. The moonlight streaming in from the window highlights the enby perfectly, and Roy curses his luck.

“I don’t want you renting yourself out on the corner like Bunny, now get back to sleep you dumb slut,” Roy says with all of his usual teasing heat.

Danny pouts though, clearly not satisfied, “But…”

“Sleep. Now.” Roy demands, reaching up to tug them back under the covers. Danny reluctantly gives in, and snuggles close to Roy.

Just as Roy is about to fall asleep, Danny’s voice has his eyes flying open.

“Roy?”

“What?”

“I love you,” Danny whispers.

Roy’s heart melts a little at that, “I love you too, Danny.”

Danny bites their lip nervously, “I mean like… I think…”

Roy’s heart starts to beat faster in his chest. Surely they couldn’t mean…

“You think…?” Roy asks, hoping that despite it all this person is about to say what he thinks they are.

“I think I might be… in love,” Danny says, their voice quiet and timid in a way Roy hasn’t heard in a very long time, “With you.”

This time Roy is the one to sit up in bed, staring down at Danny with pure infatuation. Those words echo around his ears, his chest, his very soul, and before he even realizes what he’s doing he’s leaning down to capture Danny’s lips in a kiss.

His lips against theirs feels so undeniably right. Their lips move slowly against each other, Danny brings a hand around to cup the back of Roy’s neck and in that moment nothing is wrong in their own little world. In that moment it’s just them and the moonlight. He thinks that he could live forever in this moment and never need anything else.

They break apart much too soon for either of their tastes, and Roy stares into those pretty eyes and murmurs, “I think I love you too.”

Danny surges forward for another kiss, this one much more desperate than the last. It’s a hot, heavy kiss that ends with Roy flat against the bed and both of Danny’s hands cupping his face as they explore each other. It’s like no kiss either of them have had before, with so many years of emotion and uncertainty between them it’s intense. Bianca and Adore have drunkenly kissed before, but this absolutely cannot compare. Danny whimpers pathetically against Roy, their hips grinding down against Roy’s thigh.

Roy lets out a shaky breath and grips at the enby’s barely covered ass. From the way Danny is squirming and moaning after only a little contact, Roy knows it’s been a while since Danny has been with someone like this. Roy hasn’t been able to get laid in a while either, rendering them both more than eager for this. Neither of them have a sexual partner in their circles right now, except maybe each other. Just this morning that would’ve been an absurd thought, and now it’s simply what makes sense.

Both of them need sexual fulfillment as much as they need emotional fulfillment, and even the thought of providing it for each other is thrilling. Roy grabs Danny’s bottom lip roughly between his teeth, sucking on it as he rubs his hands underneath Danny’s oversized tank top and over their skin. Danny whines and whimpers so deliciously in response, and Roy loves it.

Roy and Danny pull the little clothing that is off one another, each soaking in the familiar sight of the other being completely exposed. It’s nowhere near the first time they’ve seen each other like this, but it’s another one of those things where it’s simply different this time around. Because now it’s been established they love each other as much more than just friends.

Danny sucks hickeys along Roy’s collarbone, moaning roughly as Roy twists their nipples harshly, their bodies so close and warm wrapped up tight together.

“Think… Think I’m gonna get my nipples pierced,” Danny giggles breathlessly before it’s cut off in a moan of sheer pleasure when Roy pinches them even harder.

“Oh really? You’ve done a lot of slutty things, baby girl, but that is definitely up there,” Roy smirks.

Danny smiles innocently, “It would only make your job easier.”

“What? This job?” Roy asks teasingly, then trails his fingers down Danny’s stomach so they ghost over the enby’s half-hard cock.

Danny gasps, and Roy takes the opportunity to press his lips against theirs all over again, sucking their tongue into his mouth as he teases their cock. They moan and whine and squirm, their fingers gripping and squeezing at the flesh of Roy’s back frantically in response. Roy knows that that’s going to leave a mark, despite the fact that their nails are usually kept short. He doesn’t mind though, in fact it makes him harder knowing that he’s the reason Danny is reacting like this.

Danny’s head falls back against the pillow, feeling heat rush to their cheeks upon seeing the smouldering look in Roy’s eyes as they stare up at him. He’s so fucking gorgeous, all his sharpness and softness in just the right places.

“Tell me what you want,” Roy whispers roughly.

Danny inhales shakily, “Want- Wanna feel you-”

“What do you want me to do to you, Danny? Use your words…”

“Fuck me, oh God please just fuck me, holy shit,” Danny begs, squeezing their eyes shut tight and squirming underneath Roy’s tight hold.

“Shh, that’s so good, thank you,” Roy murmurs, caressing Danny’s cheek, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

And Danny just moans. They’ve wanted this from Roy for so long, and so many years were wasted convincing themself otherwise that this really feels like a fucking dream come true. It’s their own little fairytale, just for the two of them. Danny gets to live this fantasy with Roy, and that thought alone is almost more mind blowing than the idea of getting rammed until they can’t remember their own name.

Roy leans across to riffle through the nightstand, and turns back to Danny with lube, a condom, and a devious grin on his face. Minutes later, Danny is a whimpering, begging mess just from two of Roy’s fingers stretching them open. Roy is clearly enjoying it, whispering dirty things in their ear as he slowly tortures them with his fingers. When he slides in a third finger, Danny lets out the filthiest, most inhuman sound Roy has ever heard.

“You are just so fucking needy,” Roy says lowly, pulling out his fingers and quickly rolling the condom on.

Danny nods feverently, their eager words of agreement being almost incomprehensible. Roy grabs their tiny hips in his large hands and slides himself in. That moment is almost pure magic, the connection that had been simmering for so many years finally coming to a boil. Danny sobs from the mix of emotion and sheer pleasure, throwing their head back and forth, panting and begging for more while Roy closes his eyes and takes it all in.

Danny is incredibly warm and tight around him, and after a minute he begins to thrust shallowly, making Danny’s mindless babbling slur together. His thrusts quickly become harsher, aiming specifically for Danny’s spot, his grip on them tightens and he grabs the enby’s cock and starts to lavish it with some much needed attention.

“OhGodohGodohGodoh-” Danny rambles, pressing their face into the juncture of Roy’s neck and collarbone, inhaling his comforting, familiar scent, “So good, feels so good, don’t stop please don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop, shh, I’ve got you, fuck you’re so good,” Roy groans in response, his thrusts speeding up and his fingers around Danny’s cock tightening, “Are you about to cum for me? Huh?”

“Yes, fuck,” Danny rasps, “Yes yes gonna cum Roy please let me cum I’m gonna- gonna-”

Roy pumps his hand a few more times and whispers right in Danny’s ear, “Cum for me like a good girl.”

And Danny is a gonner. They moan high and long, their hips twitch rapidly and their whole body shakes with the force of their orgasm, ropes of cum covering Roy’s hand and both of their abdomens.

Danny practically goes limp in Roy’s hold, and just a few thrusts later Roy is undone as well, unable to help thrusting even harder and deeper into Danny’s body as he does. He falls on top of Danny, breathing heavy and ragged, and they hold each other tight. Danny’s arms still wrapped around Roy’s back when he carefully rolls them onto their sides so that they’re facing each other, nearly nose to nose. He gingerly pulls out of Danny, ties the condom, and throws it into the bin that he knows is next to the bed.

Roy cups their chin with his clean hand and stares into their dazed, half-lidded eyes. Danny blinks slowly, the afterglow beginning to wear off.

“I can’t believe it took us seven years,” Danny murmurs, reaching up to thread their fingers through Roy’s currently long hair.

“It was worth the wait,” Roy smiles softly, “And now we have the rest of our lives.”

“Yeah,” Danny whispers, “I get the rest of my life with you.”

Because for Roy and Danny it’s nowhere near over. For them it’s all only just begun.

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #bianca del rio #biadore #fluff #smut #canon compliant #by your side #candy cane #tw quarantine #concrit welcome

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Nightmares (Nate/Danny)

I ended up having a sick day from work today, so I had time to write up the second of these... after this I’m going to need some time before the next! But it’s coming, I promise!

For @badthingshappenbingo​, @my-whumpy-little-heart​ requested: For BTHB, could you do nightmares with Danny and/or Nate? It would be interesting if they were still with Abraham, but you can do whatever you want with the prompt. Thank you :) 

That ended up being… a hell of a prompt. I actually got a second request for nightmares with Ryan, so I’m going to do that one twice! It will get a second sticker. (Chronology: within the first year of captivity, but I’m not sure exactly where in that timeline)

Requested: blood stain Completed: puppy sticker

Tagging: @bleeding-demon-teeth​, @spiffythespook​, @special-spicy-chicken​

CW: Implied/referenced/pretty obviously noncon, noncon touching, noncon kissing, referenced evidence of violence/torture. NSFW implications, although nothing outright, as always. As always, keep in mind that Abraham Denner is a bad, bad man. Well, not man… he’s a bad something.

“Psssst. Wake up.”

Nate’s used to this, so when he feels the fingertips, cold as ice, against his forehead, softly brushing the black hair back and away, he doesn’t even tense up. He floats back to wakefulness slowly, trying to cling on to the dream he’d been having. 

It had been a warm and hazy thing, one of those bizarre dreams that means nothing but neurons firing at random inside the brain, the dreams he liked because they were so much better than all the ones about the living hell he’d never been able to fully escape.

He’d been dreaming about the doorbell ringing. The cabin doesn’t have a doorbell, but it doesn’t really matter, it rang anyway. Bram sent him to answer it, and when he opened the door he discovered fifteen cats in a trench coat and black film noir detective’s hat waiting when it opened. 

Can I help you? He’d asked, baffled not so much by the sight of fifteen cats in a trench coat or even that they had somehow managed to find them this deep into the woods, but mostly by the fact that they were coming by so late at night.

Fifteen pairs of night-reflective eyes had turned to look at him all at once, and he’d heard Danny behind him shout, let them in, Nate, let them in!

He’d stepped back and opened the door wider, gesturing inside in that foggy ghost way you sometimes do things in dreams. As soon as he did, they simply collapsed back down into cats, leaving the trenchcoat and hat in a cartoon puddle on the doorstep and racing through the cabin.

They climbed onto the fireplace, knocked books off the shelves, meowed happily and loudly, scratched up Bram’s couch and pulled threads from the woven-rag rug.

A brightly-colored calico, vibrant with red and brown and black and white, settled herself into Danny’s lap where he sat on the floor looking around at the chaos with delight. Do you think the cats could save us? Danny asked him, smiling, as the whip-skinny calico had put her paws on his shoulder, licked a rough tongue up the side of Danny’s face, batted at his hair. Do the cats know the way out?

Nate had jumped when he realized one of them had climbed straight up him and settled around his shoulders without him realizing, a black cat with cold blue eyes that swiped gently at his hair. Baby, wake up, you have to see this, the black cat purred, rough in his ear, in Bram’s sleep-slurred, loving voice.

“Nate. Wake up, sweetheart.” The voice is low, and soft, a breath of cold air against his ear, and he shivers a little, pleasantly, at the feeling. 

“Mmmmn, is Ashley up already?” He asks, and he doesn’t know why - she’s dead, she’s been dead for a year now at least, why is he asking that? But for a half-second, with Bram’s voice in his ear, he forgets.

There’s a hesitation, and then Bram says softly, sadly, “Not yet. That takes time. But look, Nate, look at him.”

He opens his eyes... and looks right into Danny’s face, baffled for a second before he remembers that Danny had slept in the bed last night.

Danny had cooked Bram’s favorite dinner without being asked, had remembered all the rules all day without even one slipup, had made their drinks with dinner perfectly and faster than ever before, served their food and waited to be given permission to get his own, waited for Bram to tell him if he could use fork and spoon to eat with without having to be reminded.

He’d even dropped to the floor to eat sitting right next to Bram’s chair like he wanted him to, with Bram’s hand petting through his hair, Danny’s eyes on the ground and the red flush of humiliation in his face. 

He’s been so good today, baby, and the King always says you have to include positive reinforcement, too. Do you not think he’s earned some positive reinforcement? 

Th-that’s not what I m-m-meant-

No, that’s definitely what you’re saying, that you think he shouldn’t be given good things when he’s good, Nate. That seems mean, don’t you think? Cruel to make me hurt him when he’s been so good.

I’m n-not telling y-y-you to hurt him, I’m s-s-saying leave him al, alone!

No, our pups has two choices tonight: get his reward or I’ll open all the wounds from last time up on his back again. I’ll let you choose.

Bram, pl-please-

I said choose, baby.

… the r-reward.

While Nate doesn’t particularly want to think about last night ever the fuck again (and neither, he is certain, does Danny), he couldn’t quite bring himself to regret seeing Danny actually warm for once, this morning.

He’s curled up in the center of the bed under the layers of heavy blankets, rather than the thin and threadbare things he’s normally allowed on his little mat in the living room. If it hadn’t been for the wrists bound together above his head, nearly palm-to-palm, and tied hard to the headboard, he might have even looked comfortable.

Bram had been on the other side of Danny when they fell asleep but that side of the bed was empty, now. Instead, Bram was behind him - the cold at his back where he leaned over from where he stood, fingers curled just slightly to shift back his hair, gentle and loving. Nate felt himself split like he always did into two people - the version of him that wanted to snarl and push the hand away, and the version of him that wanted to melt into the touch.

He settled for somewhere in the middle and just whispered, without really moving at all, “Is it m-morning already, Bram?”

Sometimes he stammers less when he first wakes up, when his voice is still mostly the voice from his dreams, where he never stammers at all. His dreams never seemed to catch up with whatever had happened to the connection between his brain and his mouth.

“No, baby, it’s like four.. But look at Red.” Bram’s fingers slide down, slide along his cheekbone to his jaw, take hold of his chin, tilting it up a little bit. Nate can feel the bed shift, as Bram leans his weight on it by one knee, the pressure of it along his back. 

“B-Bram, I-”

“I said look. Our little puppy is dreaming.”

Nate blinks the last of the sleep from his eyes, the final hints of the cabin full of cats, the calico climbing up on Danny’s shoulder to look at him with the same bright hopefulness Danny wore, sometimes, before the darkness took it over again. 

Bram settles down behind him, his cold breath on the back of Nate’s neck as the two of them look over at Danny.

Nate hadn’t really noticed it at first - he’d still been too lost in trying to find his way to consciousness, honestly - but Danny’s eyebrows are furrowed together beneath the healing bruise on the side of his forehead, and his already-rubbed-raw wrists jerk a little at the ropes, fingers twitching like he’s trying to grab at something. Nate watches his mouth moving, breaths of air that weren’t quite sentences escaping in occasional snatches of words Nate can almost, almost hear if he listens hard enough, the healing cut on his lip.

The red marks around his neck from the last round of barbed-wire are nearly faded completely, but underneath the thin sleep shirt Nate knows there are more bruises, more cuts. Danny’s back is still bandaged from the drinks incident, and Nate couldn’t forget the way he’d screamed when Bram punished him for that moment of rebellion, couldn’t ever forget the look on his face.

The top part of the bandage, the adhesive holding the giant swaths of gauze over it, is sticking up out of the neck of his shirt, nearly up to his hairline. 

Danny whimpers, softly, in his sleep, and Nate winces at the sound. It’s too much like the dog Bram keeps insisting he is now.

“I think he’s having a nightmare,” Bram breathes with unabashed delight into Nate’s ear, rubbing at his shoulder with one hand in excitement. “Like a midnight snack to feel all that coming off of him. I wish you were already like us, so you could feel this, this is so… does anyone still say ‘jacked’? Or is that out of style now?”

“H-how would I know?” Nate mutters. “I didn’t know what people said before all of this.”

“I guess you wouldn’t. Still... I wish I could read thoughts, I’d love to know what he’s seeing in that head of his…”

“I al-always kind of th-th-thought you c-could read minds,” Nate whispers back, keeping himself still and relaxed under Bram’s touch, refusing to react one way or the other to the hand that runs back down his arm and curves over one hip through the blankets, rests there, like a block of ice that won’t melt holding his body down. 

Danny’s little breaths are faster, now, his eyes moving rapidly under his closed eyelids, Nate struck again by the odd copper-bright eyelashes he’d never really seen on anyone else before, how pretty they are. He jerks a little harder at the ropes, whispers something, and Nate feels Bram leaning even closer from behind him, sees the sweep of white-blonde hair from the corner of his eyes.

If he doesn’t look, doesn’t see the cold ice-blue, he won’t fall in, and he can hold onto the hatred that he feels, hold on to wishing he was somewhere else. Hold on to his sense that someday, someway, he is going to get himself and Danny out of this.

I got myself out once, I can do it again.

Can’t I?

“No, baby, I can’t get into anyone’s head unless I do it the old-fashioned way, like I got into yours.” Bram’s fingers dance up the side of Nate’s head, over his ear, ‘walking’ over his hair, and Nate grinds his teeth together and keeps his eyes firmly fixed forward.

“St-... stop,” Danny whispers in his sleep. Bram chuckles behind Nate and he’s trapped - he’s stuck between Bram’s happiness and Danny’s unconscious misery and he can’t get out of this moment. All he can do is lay still, wait for Bram to move, wait to see if Danny wakes himself up. “D-don’t, st… b’good… be…”

“Oh, he’s dreaming about me, fuck yes.” Nate can hear the smile in Bram’s voice as he presses an excited kiss to the back of Nate’s neck, then pushes himself back up to get a better look. “I love when they dream about me.”

“Wh-who’s ‘they’?” Nate blinks, twisting back to look up at him without thinking. Bram looks back down and their eyes meet. Nate smiles, a little, at the man he loves and hates and cannot resist, and Bram smiles back.

“All of them,” Bram answers, as though that says all he needs to say. “All my boys.” 

How many boys are there inside your head? Nate wants to ask. How many people like us have you destroyed? Also, do you actually understand that I am a grown man? 

Somewhere in him, there is still a man who can think, I wish someone would bury a knife if your goddamn heart and I wish it could be me.

Stronger than that man, though, is the one who thinks, I love you.

“Stop… st, stop, ‘braham, I c’n, I’ll be good, want to be good, I… pl-... I, I don’t... stop… stop!” Danny’s whole body shudders all at once and his eyes fly open, wide open without quite being fully awake, unseeing. He pulls hard at the ropes and hisses in pain as they only tighten even more, dig in deeper. Nate sees the first smear of red just below one of his palms. “Oh god, I just, I… where-...” 

“What did I do to you, Red?” Bram asks, in a low voice nearly thick with an awful happiness. He looks like wolves covered in blood on nature shows, licking their chops after eating a kill. 

Danny looks slowly up where Bram looms over he and Nate, Danny’s warm blue eyes dark with Bram’s shadow as he tries to shrink back, stopped by the ropes, kept right where he is in the center of the bed. “I… I don’t… Abraham? N-Nate, why am I…”

“Don’t you remember yesterday, little Red? You were so good for me and we gave you your reward?”

Danny swallows, hard, and then slowly nods, his fingers wrapping around the ropes like he can find some comfort in holding onto them. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, I remember… I remember now.” His face turns bright red, nearly fading the scars out completely, all the way red to the end of his nose with embarrassment, with shame. “Ah, um… thank you for my re-reward-” His voice cracks a little on the word, barely forcing it out, and Nate has to keep his eyes open until they burn to avoid seeing behind his eyelids what Danny’s reward had been. “-and letting me sleep, Abraham… I’m s-sorry, I woke up, I woke you up… I’m sorry, can I go back to my mat now?”

“Oh, absolutely not,” Bram laughs, sliding back and off the bed, giving Nate a few precious seconds of space and the ability to breathe and warm air at his back, before he gets back in on the other side, sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, looking avidly down at Danny like a child on the library floor at storytime. “Oh, no no no no. Nate, baby, go make us some coffee.”

Danny gives Nate a pleading please don’t leave me here look, then turns back to Bram, searching his face for any sign of gentleness, finding none - just that terrible good cheer. “Coffee’s my j-job, if you just, if you just untie me, I can go make, um, make the coffee, Bram-”

“No, puppy. Nate will make the coffee today. Do what you’re told, baby, I gave you an order.”

“Y-Yes, Bram,” Nate says, standing up himself, guilty as he all but flees the room with Danny’s eyes burning into his back… but not guilty enough to go back in before the coffee’s good and ready.

Yesterday he found something in the back of the closet and had an idea, but he doesn’t have enough courage yet to use it, and he doesn’t know how much time there is left before Bram is done with Danny, before he wants to find someone new to break. 

He can’t kill him. I can’t lose him, I can’t lose Danny, I can’t. 

Do you want to save him, Nate, or do you just want to have him instead?

Does it matter which, if I would never ever hurt him?

As he steps into the living room and heads for the kitchen, he hears Bram’s voice behind him, the slippery-smooth snake charmer voice, soft and vaguely hypnotic.

“I want you to tell me all about that dream you were just having… because I want to make sure we recreate it in the most excruciatingly accurate detail. If you don’t tell me, then I’ll just have to come up with something fun to do to you all on my own, hm?”

Nate hears the rattle of Danny’s ankle chain as he tries to move again. “I don’t, um, I don’t want to…”

“Since when have I given a single flying fuck about what you wanted, puppy? I told you to tell me about your dream. If you won’t - or if you try to lie, you know I can always tell when you’re lying - we’ll just have to see if maybe some time down in the dark will help convince you.”

“N-no! No, I don’t need, um, I don’t need the cellar. I swear I don’t. I’ll be good, I’ll try harder, Abraham, I want to be good for you!”

“Then prove it.”

“Just, um. Give me a sec. Will you - will you please untie my hands, then I can, I can tell you…”

There’s a silence as Nate pulls down the coffee beans and the little electric grinder Danny asked Bram to pick up on his last supply run (whole bean coffee is, um, it’s better, Abraham, this would let me make better coffee for, for you - can I please make better coffee for you, Abraham? please?) , the pressure like the air just before a storm.

“... you’ve got a deal, little Red.” There’s a pause, far longer than the time needed simply to untie the knots, long enough that Nate feels bile rising in his throat at the thought of what might be going on behind him. Finally, he hears Bram laughing, the high-pitched hyena bark he only makes when he’s truly, genuinely happy. “Oh, you’re good at that now, huh? Who says I’m not nice to you when I want to be, hm? Now what do we say when someone does us a favor?”

Danny’s voice, when he speaks, is low and soft, nervous and eager-to-please. “Th-thank you for untying me, Abraham. I can… I can tell you the dream now.”

“Don’t try to lie, puppy, you’re the worst fucking liar I’ve ever met.”

“I… I know, Abraham. I won’t. I was just-... I did something bad, so you said, you said I had to learn my lesson...”

The defeat and fear, the submission in Danny’s voice is too much. He can’t take it. He can’t, or he’s going to start screaming and never fucking stop. This is his fault, for meeting Danny, for talking to him when he caught the younger man looking at him, for agreeing to see a movie together. This is his fault for thinking he’d gotten away, that maybe Bram would let him be, think he was too much trouble to go after.

He’d made a mistake, leaving Bram, and Danny is suffering for it.

And he’s about to suffer more.

“What lesson am I going to teach you today, Red? What did you forget in your pretty little head while you slept?”

“I-I… um, I, I-” Danny’s voice cuts off, and there’s another pause that lasts too long, that Nate knows too well from long experience. His skin crawls, but it’s his fault, isn’t it, that Danny knows the rules? “-forgot the rule not to pull away from you…”

Bram begins to laugh again. “Oh, that’s my favorite rule… What do we say when we break a rule, Red?”

“You say you’re sorry and then you get hurt so you don’t break the rule again,” Danny says all at once, memorized, pushing the words out so quickly they’re barely even separated sounds. “I, I know, Abraham, but it was just a dream-”

“Breaking rules still counts in dreams, little one. Come here and let’s talk about how you can fix that mistake you made in your sleep so you won’t even dream about breaking my rules again…”

 Nate jams the coffee grinder on and tells himself he’s not complicit if he can’t hear a thing over the sound.

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Is Rock Music Dead? Not If You’re Really Listening

Is rock music lifeless? Every 12 months, it appears, the mainstream music media sounds the dying knell for rock. “Rock Is Dead. Thank God” scream the headlines. “Rock’n’Roll Is Dead. No, Really This Time” say those that cry wolf. And 12 months after 12 months, the identical examples are held as much as assist these claims, with none conclusion ever being drawn to the purpose in query.

First the basic artists might be mentioned. They’re not getting any youthful, however despite the fact that they’re nonetheless massive attracts on the field workplace, they clearly received’t be round eternally. Then the dialog will flip to extra present rock acts who can simply draw a crowd. And but, although the younger hopefuls could also be able to filling arenas on their very own – be they Queens Of The Stone Age, Black Stone Cherry or Twenty One Pilots – it’s left undecided as to whether or not they have what it takes to achieve the lofty heights of Festival Headliner.

What the “experts” say

Sometimes pundits will become involved. Industry “experts” will add their ideas and opinions on whether or not rock music is lifeless in an try so as to add some weight to the dialogue. Then the musicians wade in, explaining how rock bands are regurgitating the identical previous clichéd riffs and drained concepts, typically in an try to advertise their very own clichéd riffs and drained concepts; in any case, aren’t they the very individuals able to vary the ship’s course and steer away from the oncoming iceberg?

But then, in 2017, music modified. A research carried out by Nielsen within the US concluded that hip-hop and R&B overtook rock because the most-consumed style for the primary time ever. Taking into consideration album gross sales, downloads and audio/video streams, solely two non-hip-hop or R&B artists featured in the whole Top 10 (Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift), whereas these genres have additionally been cited as an element within the rise of on-demand streaming companies within the US.

Far from self-destructing, Metallica had been the best-performing rock band of 2017. Photo: Herring & Herring

The report additionally discovered that Metallica had been 2017’s best-performing rock artists, off the again of their 2016 launch of Hardwired… To Self-Destruct, and a slew of revamped, repackaged and expanded reissues, together with the thrash classics Ride The Lightning and Master Of Puppets; a re-selling of their again catalogue to capitalise on their longevity, maybe. For it’s, after all, in album gross sales that rock actually reigns.

Michael Jackson nonetheless holds the highest spot for the most important promoting non-compilation album of all time in Thriller, with round 66 million claimed in gross sales. However, different albums which have exceeded gross sales of 40 million embody Eagles with Their Greatest Hits (1971-75) and Hotel California, AC/DC’s Back In Black, Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side Of The Moon, Meat Loaf’s Bat Out Of Hell, and Rumours by Fleetwood Mac, with Whitney Houston and the Bee Gees as the one different artists to have an album whose gross sales have exceeded 40 million.

Dig somewhat deeper

But, each a kind of rock-specific albums was launched within the 70s, which has given them greater than 40 years to rack up the numbers. And with document gross sales in free fall, and chart numbers bolstered by streaming knowledge and radio airplay, issues begin to look bleak for rock music. Dig somewhat deeper, nevertheless, and there are rumblings coming from the underground that counsel the previous canine’s coronary heart continues to be beating robust.

Take Imagine Dragons. In August 2018 the Las Vegas-based quartet turned the primary band in chart historical past to occupy the highest 4 spots on Billboard’s Hot Rock Songs chart. And that was no mere flash within the pan. Their most up-to-date single, ‘Natural’, entered the chart at No.four, behind its previous three singles – ‘Thunder’, ‘Whatever It Takes’ and ‘Believer’, all from the band’s newest album, Evolve – every having spent 22, 17 and 29 weeks at No.1, respectively.

Theirs has been a slow-burning path to success. Formed when frontman Dan Reynolds met drummer Andrew Tolman whereas attending Utah’s Brigham Young University in 2008, the pair attached with guitarist Wayne Sermon and bassist Ben McKee and launched a trio of EPs from 2009 earlier than the massive time beckoned in 2011. But it wasn’t till 2014 that the electro-rockers actually got here to prominence, once they received the Grammy for Best Rock efficiency after breakthrough hit, ‘Radioactive’, spent an enormous 18 months hovering across the Billboard Hot 100.

Now with three albums to their credit score, Imagine Dragons sit someplace between rock, electro-pop and R&B. Some may argue whether or not their typically poppy sound is a worthy successor to rock’s greatest legends. But then rock all the time had one foot on the planet of synthesisers and an urge to discover a extra radio-friendly sound, very like Bon Jovi, who frequently troubled the highest finish of the singles charts within the mid-to-late 80s, and U2, who had been by no means afraid of experimenting with extra synth-centric pop sounds. It’s a path that might even be traced again to The Beatles, whose influences knew no bounds as their profession took them from the Merseybeat rock of ‘Love Me Do’ by means of to the oddball ‘I Am The Walrus’ and the hard-hitting ‘Back In The USSR.’

Whether you need to name Imagine Dragons’ hybrid sound rock or not, it’s nonetheless taken them to arenas all around the world. And regardless of the detachment followers can really feel with bands in massive venues, their music continues to be able to connecting with the listener on a private stage. It’s maybe that stage of relatability that can make the Nevada rockers a long-term prospect. After all, it’s certainly the sluggish burners who final the longest.

Shakedown particular

For one thing with a bit extra grit, Tyler Bryant &And The Shakedown recall to mind a interval within the early to mid-00s, when garage-rockers the likes of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club had been deemed to be rock’s nice saviours. Bringing a swagger evocative of their adoptive dwelling of Nashville, Tennessee, Bryant and his gang actually have a pedigree, in addition to a profession trajectory, that means they’ve endurance.

Bryant knew he was destined for rock greatness when he picked up the guitar aged six, studying his chops from mentor and seasoned blues veteran Roosevelt Twitty. An early bloomer, the younger Bryant’s expertise was noticed by guitar legend Eric Clapton, who, in 2007, invited the 15-year-old to play his Crossroads Guitar Festival in Chicago.

The Shakedown was shaped when, at 17, Bryant relocated from his native Honey Grove, Texas, to Nashville. Within every week the singer/guitarist met drummer Caleb Crosby and, hitting it off, shaped the idea of their present band. After assembly guitarist Graham Whitford – son of Aerosmith guitarist Brad – they satisfied him to relocate from his native Boston, earlier than Noah Denney joined their ranks on bass.

With their heady mixture of Southern, blues and roots rock, Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown are constructing their fanbase the quaint manner: by means of relentless touring. Since their reside debut supporting REO Speedwagon in Amarillio, the band are scarcely off the highway, and have shared phases with the likes of AC/DC, Aerosmith, BB King, Jeff Beck and ZZ Top, in addition to choose dates on Guns N’ Roses’ Not In This Lifetime… tour. This is a band who’re aligning themselves with laborious rock greatness and have the chops to journey together with them.

But whereas bands comparable to Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown match a specific mould, different teams are an entire anomaly; one such band is Broken Witt Rebels. A cursory take heed to their self-titled debut album conjures up vivid pictures of southern-states landscapes, whereas opening observe ‘Loose Change’ could be the proper soundtrack for a dive bar in Nashville. ‘Shake Me Down’, in the meantime, has a delicate Southern groove that certainly might solely be a product of getting grown up within the likes of Georgia or Mississippi.

Indeed, the lyrics solely serve to bolster this picture. Take ‘Snake Eyes’ for example: “Here in the south/Where the river runs dry/I’m gonna hang from the noose, baby/If you tell me no lie”. There’s an unwritten rule of geography that dictates there’s no different place these blues rockers might be from, proper? So it’d shock individuals to study that frontman Danny Core is a painter and decorator from Birmingham, England.

Formed in 2013, Broken Witt Rebels seek advice from themselves as a band of brothers. In truth, Core and bassist Luke Davis have been pals since earlier than main faculty and shaped the band whereas working collectively as decorators. But extra than simply the Southern rock’n’roll vibe, guitarist James Tranter introduced in blues and laborious rock influences, in addition to a robust mainstream sensibility by means of his love of Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Page, Eric Clapton and Oasis – the very artists who impressed him to take a first-class honours diploma finding out music at college.

But there’s extra depth to those Midland rockers than mere sounds. They have a soulful vibe, too, and that’s a top quality that may’t be replicated by mere copycats. Soul can’t be realized from a sheet of music, it’s one thing that comes from inside. And one other factor that comes from inside is that this band’s dogged dedication to hit the massive time, a lot in order that they’ve give up their day jobs to hit the highway – the one place they’re assured to get their identify and music heard.

But simply how good are they? If the band are to be believed, they’re unbelievable. Yet it’s a declare they make and not using a trace of ego or vanity. It’s the assertion of a band who know they’re onto one thing good and who’ve the bravado to again it up by placing within the work and proving it with countless touring… Well, that’s once they’re not satisfying their insatiable want to make music; they’ve wrapped up recording on album quantity two lower than a 12 months after the discharge of their debut. There could also be an enormous disconnect between their lads-on-tour look and the music they play, however that may solely imply it comes from that place music is meant to come back from: the center. And with a industrial sensibility that calls to thoughts Kings Of Leon, who would guess in opposition to an identical success?

Born to do it

If industrial sensibility is a measure of greatness, there are some who’ve a aptitude for songwriting that appears to come back naturally. One such particular person is Nashville-born Jaren Johnston, who, when he’s not penning hit singles for the likes of nation superstars Keith Urban, Tim McGraw and Jake Owen, fronts The Cadillac Three. Being the son of a musician – Jerry Ray Johnston, drummer of 80s nation group Bandana – you may say he was born to do it.

Johnston’s personal profession began within the band American Bang. Signed to Warners, the group had average success with two studio albums and a single, ‘Wild And Young’, that went so far as bothering the charts. When the band went their separate methods, Johnston bought collectively together with his high-school pals and fellow American Bang members Kelby Ray and Neil Mason to type what would change into The Cadillac Three. And with two high-profile songwriters of their ranks – Mason’s credit embody tracks for Jake Owen, Kelly Clarkson and Rascal Flatts – the music began to move.

For The Cadillac Three, nation and Southern rock match collectively like a foot in a cowboy boot. The result’s as potent because the whiskey-on-the-porch vibes that permeate by means of their songs’ storytelling. There’s not a number of deviation from Southern rock’s holy trinity (that’s whiskey, ladies and being from the South), but it surely’s just like the familiarity of pulling on an previous pair of denims: it’s a mode staple that’s been round for many years and it’s simply so darn comfy.

Like a revamped Lynyrd Skynyrd or Allman Brothers Band for the 21st century, The Cadillac Three assume nothing of taking part in back-to-back gigs whereas criss-crossing the Atlantic. It was in 2015 that they performed a present stateside on the Friday, earlier than jetting off to the UK’s Download Festival for a slot on the Saturday. No sooner had they completed their set, they had been on their manner again to the US for one more pageant on the Sunday.

They’re not reinventing rock’n’roll, but when it isn’t damaged then why attempt to repair it? Kelby Ray claims the honesty of their music is their greatest draw, connecting the band with their followers. They put on their hearts on their sleeves and, in any case, isn’t rock’n’roll imagined to be about having a superb time on a regular basis?

With their newest album, Legacy, because the title may counsel, they’re approaching their music when it comes to what they’ll go away behind and what they’ll be remembered for. And with two extremely profitable songwriters of their ranks, The Cadillac Three get to cherry-pick the very best of their output. In truth, the title observe was initially earmarked as a pitch to Tim McGraw and Faith Hill or Eric Church, till Mason heard it and urged they work on it as their very own. It simply felt proper. Being able the place The Cadillac Three can seemingly churn out smash hits at will, the sky is definitely the restrict for their very own success.

But the place whiskey goes hand in hand with good-time Southern rock, it may be a demon for a lot of musicians. Rich Moss thought his musical profession was over after the dying of a former bandmate who struggled with an habit to alcohol. But when you’ve been bitten by the rock’n’roll bug it may be a tough feeling to shake. After 4 years away from the scene, Moss shaped Stone Broken in 2013.

Photo: Paul Harries

The first track he wrote together with his new bandmates, guitarist Chris Davis, bassist Kieron Conroy and drummer Robyn Haycock, was referred to as ‘This Life’, and it served because the Midlands band’s MO. “It’s about taking what you’re good at and using it as a vehicle to move forward, because you only have one shot at life,” says Moss. “We all came into this band a lot more mature and with a greater understanding of the industry, and we agreed between us there should be no half-measures.”

Following the discharge of their debut album, All In Time, rock radio stations had been falling over themselves to playlist Stone Broke’s anthemic laborious rock with its massive riffs and even larger choruses. And whereas The Cadillac Three battle to get any radio play, it appears Stone Broken have hit on a sound that was primed for it. It’s the trail that Def Leppard trod within the 80s with Pyromania and Hysteria. And now right here, 35-odd years later, is one other British laborious rock band unashamed to flirt with industrial attraction.

Stone Broken’s second album, Ain’t Always Easy, is jammed stuffed with pile-driving riffs and large choruses. It’s a band that sounds assured in who they’re and what they need to obtain: they’re aiming for arenas, identical to the bands who encourage them comparable to Black Stone Cherry and Alter Bridge. And songs the likes of ‘Worth Fighting For’, ‘Let Me See It All’ and ‘I Believe’ might nearly be calls to motion, reminding the band themselves what they’re right here for and the place they’re headed subsequent. They have already got tunes and riffs large enough to fill arenas, which is half the battle.

Aiming for legendary standing

Where some bands align themselves with up to date artists to set their markers, others are purely aiming for legendary standing. If Greta Van Fleet have but to search out their manner onto the mainstream’s radar, judging by the waves they’re presently making it received’t be lengthy earlier than everybody’s speaking about them.

Formed by three brothers, twins Josh and Jake Kiszka, on vocals and guitar, respectively, and bassist Sam Kiszka in 2012, they had been joined by drummer and lifelong buddy Danny Wagner the next 12 months. Though an early observe by the Michigan laborious rockers was used on a neighborhood Chevy industrial, the actual buzz didn’t begin till 2017. The first ripples had been created when the observe ‘Highway Tune’ was used within the US model of the TV comedy-drama sequence Shameless, in January 2016. Momentum gathered a 12 months later when the observe was launched on iTunes and Apple Music named Greta Van Fleet artist of the week. That’s when the floodgates opened. By the tip of the 12 months they had been profitable awards and opened a present for legendary rocker Bob Seger. And that’s to not point out the debut tour that utterly bought out in 5 minutes.

So let’s get the plain out of the best way: vocalist Josh does sound uncannily like Robert Plant, to the purpose the Led Zeppelin singer has acknowledged the similarities himself. But many have tried to emulate the legendary frontman up to now and simply as many have failed. For Josh, nevertheless, it’s extra that it simply occurs to be the sound his lungs push out at any time when he opens his mouth to sing. And whereas the younger quartet received’t deny a keenness of the British rockers, they’re at pains to make it recognized that their influences attain far past only one band.

Having been raised on a gradual weight-reduction plan of vinyl, it’s unsurprising that Greta Van Fleet’s sound takes in lots of artists from the 60s and 70s, and that these artists are nearly completely rock and blues acts. And but, although their principal inspirations embody the likes of The Who, Cream, Jimi Hendrix, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, Janis Joplin, John Lee Hooker and Muddy Waters, they by no means got down to change into a rock’n’roll band. Playing from the center somewhat than their minds, rock’n’roll is the product of the pure chemistry between the 4 musicians.

Though Greta Van Fleet are but to launch their debut album (up to now they’ve solely launched the double-EP, From The Fires), they’re nonetheless setting a excessive commonplace for themselves. Certain bands are famend for releasing indelible first albums, with Greta Van Fleet naming these artists as Van Halen, The Black Crowes and Led Zeppelin. It’s a feat the younger band need to comply with, and are itching to launch a debut album that nobody goes to neglect in a rush.

With little in the best way of fanfare, this little band from the small city of Frankenmuth, Michigan are presently making a giant noise in rock circles. Greta Van Fleet made their UK reside debut on the Black Heart in Camden – a tiny pub tucked away in a again alley – in September 2017. And but, with no fuss or bluster, and greater than a month previous to the discharge of their debut album, Anthem Of The Peaceful Army, the younger rockers have already bought out two nights on the Kentish Town Forum in November 2019. A 3rd night time was added,  with a slew of different UK dates not far behind.

Perhaps probably the most spectacular factor about Greta Van Fleet, nevertheless, is that they’re aged simply 19 (Sam and Danny) and 22 (the twins) years previous. Not that age is a handicap, but it surely implies that, with a number of rising nonetheless to do, it’s unimaginable to foretell the place they could find yourself given the advantage of time and expertise. Could they really be the saviours of rock that the media, and, certainly, pageant promotors, are so determined to search out? Come what might, if historical past is any indication, there might be much more than the Black Heart’s capability of 100 claiming to have seen Greta Van Fleet’s first ever UK present.

Is rock music lifeless?… Pay consideration!

With album gross sales seeing a gradual decline in recent times, it could stand that Michael Jackson won’t ever lose the accolade of biggest-selling album of all time. And hip-hop and R&B can have their day within the solar in terms of streaming and radio airplay, for it’s within the reside enviornment that rock music nonetheless reigns supreme. In 2017, Guns N’ Roses earned nearly half a billion dollars for his or her Not In This Lifetime… tour. That’s the fourth-highest grossing tour of all time behind different rock giants Coldplay, The Rolling Stones and U2.

At the tip of all of it, rock is music’s best survivor and has weathered the storm of adjusting tendencies for round seven a long time. Legends weren’t born in a single day and, as laborious as it’s to imagine now, there was a world earlier than the likes of Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and Black Sabbath, et al. They had been all unknown bands to begin with, and it’s solely by means of time – and their timelessness – that they’ve earned such enduring attraction. Rock music lives on regardless of cultural tendencies, which is precisely what all the above bands exist to insurgent in opposition to. Will any of them be headlining festivals in 2028? If solely we had a time machine to search out out.

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