#like not Tryna shit on every cover ive seen so far

[catfishofoldin99colours]

why is EVERY female cover of Iris by the goo goo dolls soft and slow and gentle and set to fucking slow pianos and the occasional acoustic guitar is it so much for ask for a woman screaming her lungs out to the metal guitar and drums like the original is it so much to ask for a woman to cry and yell about the pain of the original and reframe it in a feminine way that doesn't diminish the grunginess of the original.

is it so much to ask for that.

#catfish speaks #i have Opinions about womens voices in rock #and more specifically female covers of male rock songs #i want. anger and rage and violence and hurt and raw fucking screaming #i want to hear a woman screaming her vocal cords to shreds #i want to sob with her #as she shreds on a guitar and yells to the heavens #why must a womans cover be. soft. and pliant. why cant it be angry and loud and ugly #like not Tryna shit on every cover ive seen so far #they wanma do their own thing thats cool #and they have lovely voices its nice #its just. im talking about women being allowed to be ugly in music #im talking about a societal thing #more than individual actions #this is also 100% cos i have a new oc whos a transfemme that named herself after iris by the goo goo dolls #and shes a thrash metal singer in a band #so i want to try and find an appropriate female cover of the song for her voice claim #this is what 90% of the work of my ocs is btw #picking songs i think theyd like or sing #and then never doing anything with them beyond that

[honeysunned]

Honey and Chocolate IV

Warnings: Violence and possessive behavior 

You hadn’t seen Erik in weeks, and honestly, you were better off for it. The last conversation that the two of you had in your apartment was still fresh in your mind, his behavior setting you on edge. You had enough to worry about without adding Erik’s uncharacteristically jealous behavior into the mix. You just didn’t understand niggas, truly.

Every man you’d ever interacted with always complained about females wanting more and becoming clingy and shit. However, funnily enough, just about every man you’d interacted with also had a problem with your detached behavior. Erik was the first to just ever come outright and say it, and express a desire for more. Like you’d always told Layla, you’d seen how trash men could be, so you barely gave them more attention than what they deserved.

“Maybe Erik is different,” Layla said one night at the club.

“Nah,” you disagreed. “He’s not different. The only difference is he’s voicing his displeasure with my behavior, unlike the rest.”

“Come on, (Y/N). You know that man has wanted you since high school. He’s the only one who was patient enough to stick around and wait.”

“Patience doesn’t necessarily equal good intentions,” you argued.

“For argument’s sake, let’s just say that he genuinely does want more from you. Is that so bad?”

“Layla, you met Erik. You know Erik. Now, ask me that question again…”

“Valid, but he could be willing to try to be better…for you.”

You shook your head. If that was your only concern, you might have considered what she was saying, but how would you even begin to explain that you think Erik might be dangerous? Not dangerous in the “he’s going to ruin my life” sense, but dangerous in the “I think he might have killed my friend” sense.

It was crazy, you knew that, but you just couldn’t get the nagging suspicion out of your head that Erik had something to do with it. You might have thought that it was simply a robbery gone wrong or something if it wasn’t for the fact that someone wanted you to come there. Whoever was involved wanted you to find his body. It was personal, and the only person who’d have something personal to gain from it was Erik.

You didn’t know what his line of work was, just that it was dangerous. You had never asked questions, figuring that it was none of your business, but now you were thinking that maybe you should have. Was it possible that his work allowed for him to kill someone and get away with it?

“Nah, I don’t want anything to do with that nigga. He’s crazy,” you complained.

Layla smiled a coy smile, winking.

“Yeah, but a little bit of crazy is good, right?”

You stared her down, not fazed in the slightest.

“You ever wonder why you don’t hear nearly as many crazy ex-boyfriend stories as you do ex-girlfriend stories?”

“Point taken,” she mumbled, sipping on her drink.

“…cause the boyfriend is either in jail or dead from a self-inflicted wound after killing his girlfriend,” you continued.

“Hey, I said point taken. It’s a shame,” she sighed. “…but hey. At least you got some good dick out of it.”

You clinked your glass with hers before taking a drink.

“I’m gonna head home. It’s kind of dry here, tonight, and I honestly just want some sleep,” you said, standing and putting on your coat.

You and Layla said your goodbye’s before you made your way outside. It was pretty chilly, and you wrapped your coat tighter around you. The street and sidewalk was pretty dead, the only sound being that of your heels clicking against the pavement. The club that y’all chose wasn’t far from your house, and you were grateful for that as you looked around.

The entire walk home you felt uneasy, and you kept looking over your shoulder several times. Of course, every time you were proven to be nothing more than paranoid, but it didn’t ease your fears, at all. Even when you finally made your way inside of your apartment, the tension in your shoulders didn’t dissipate. With a sigh, you threw your keys onto the table by the door. You dropped your purse, easing out of your coat as you made your way down the hall.

You were almost to your bedroom when an arm slid around you, pinning your own arms to your side. A had covered your mouth just as you opened it to scream. You jerked in the stranger’s arms, fear blooming in your chest as he pulled you against him.

“Shh,” he shushed, the familiar voice causing you to freeze. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Erik started walking backwards, forcing you to do the same. Shudders wracked your frame as you recalled your conversation with Layla, jokingly calling Erik crazy. It wasn’t as funny, now. He forced you onto your couch, threatening you not to move before the room was flooded in light. Your eyes were wide as you took him in.

You hadn’t seen him in weeks, but he looked like the same old Erik. His locs were braided away from his face in three rows, dark shirt hugging him like a glove.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you finally asked.

He locked the deadbolt on the door, causing your heart to skip a beat, and it was then that you finally noticed the gun in his hand. You sharply inhaled, forcing yourself to calm down as you realized that you might be staring death in the face.

“I’m tryna talk to you. What does it look like?”

“With that?” you nodded towards the weapon that he was holding. “You really need to talk with that? You needed to break into my apartment to talk?”

He approached you, and you resisted the urge to run. He sneered at you, standing over you, now.

“I waited patiently for you, y’know? Every other nigga in school didn’t have the mentality to handle you, but I did. I do.”

You frowned, unhappy with the way he was speaking about you.

“You’re different, (Y/N), and you know it. You and me,” he gestured between the two of you. “We’re the same. We think the same, act the same, and that’s why we’d be good together.”

You didn’t even know how to respond to that, so you didn’t.

“After high school, I just let the shit go. It pissed me off that I never got to get with you, but I let it go. Imagine my luck, though, when I ran into you two years ago in the street? I knew then that I wasn’t letting you get away a second time.”

You shook your head.

“I had to have you, and I did. I thought it’d be enough to keep you-.

“To keep me what? All to yourself? You knew what was up when you got with me! You really think you’re some type of special, huh?”

“You talkin’ pretty bold for somebody with a gun in they face,” he said, straightening his arm out, emphasizing his point.

“What are you gonna do? Shoot me, Erik? You’re gonna kill me, because I don’t want what you’re offering?”

He shrugged, eyebrow raised at you.

“I’ve done it before… Just ask Ahmed,” he threw out.

You swallowed, looking away.

“I knew it was you,” you whispered. “I fucking knew it.”

“You’ve seen them scars on my chest, my arms, my back. What did you think they were for, the fuckin’ aesthetic? Each one is for a kill,” he confessed.

You felt sick to your stomach, unable to imagine someone killing that many people. You knew then that you weren’t dealing with some amateur. He could kill you…and get away with it.

“All of this because I don’t wanna date your ass? I think all of the combat has gotten to your fuckin’ brain, Erik. You sleep around, but-.”

“Nah. See, I haven’t slept with one bitch since you. I like what I like, and I like the best. You’re my girl, always have been. I’m the only one who gets you, how you think.”

“This has to be some sick joke,” you mumbled.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

He reached into your purse, snatching out your deck of cards before slamming them down onto the table in front of you. You swallowed as he backed up, pointing the gun at the deck then back to you.

“Go on. Do ya lil’ thing that you do. Get your card of the day, see what fate got waitin’ on you…”

With trembling hands, you shuffled the deck twice, holding the deck face down in one hand and covering it with your other. You paused for a moment, centering yourself and fighting to give yourself some much needed clarity. You placed the cards face down in front of you before cutting the deck to the left and restacking it.

“Hurry up!”

You turned over the top card…and froze.

You stared into the face of the death card.

As a reader, you knew that more than likely, it never meant a physical death, but instead great change and transformation. However, as you looked up from the card and into the barrel of Erik’s gun, you thought to yourself that there was always a first time for everything.

“Looks like the cards done spoke, huh? If I can’t have you, nobody can,” he said.

You lifted your eyes to meet his, the darkness there freezing you in place.

“So what’s it gonna be?”

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[actualbird]

been a while since ive recced some fics but here are some new stuff ive read and LOVED lately (previous fic rec lists | bmc fic rec page)

boyfs

Protector by DivineProjectZero

With Michael, he feels safe.

(wherein Jeremy Heere is scared of girls and Michael Mell is his last line of defense.)

okay this entire rec list is jenny’s fault because she just finished protector and i wanted to yell about it more than i already have. i know ive recced this before but now it’s COMPLETE AND YOU SHOULD ALL GO READ IT, FUUUUUUCCK.

ive been screaming about this fic ever since it started. it’s a fantastic, well written, hilarious, GUT WRENCHING masterpiece with all the fun things that makes a fake dating fic a joy to read + 10000 more incredible things. i have laughed out loud reading this fic. i have shed real fucking tears reading this fic. i nearly threw my phone out the window of a moving car, one memorable moment. please. just. if on the off chance you havent read this fic yet, please do. it’s a long, lovely journey that’s wonderfully written with fantastic characterization and chapters that have u clawing for MORE. im tryna stay vague about describing this fic bc i f i went into detail, this post would be too long.

read this fic. please. you will thank me, but u gotta thank jenny first for creating all of it.

It Don’t Mean a Thing (Cause He Ain’t Got That Swing) by AMRV_5

Jeremy loves jazz, but really, really, really can't play it. After a disastrous recital, he swears off jazz forever and gives up his dreams of performing to major in music education... until a fateful scheduling issue forces him into a jazz and improv class. There he meets Michael Mell, an insufferably cool bassist who doesn't know how talented he really is. Together, they have the potential to create something incredible. That is, if they can get along for even half a second.

okay so it takes A Lot for me to get into a WIP but holy SHIT im fucking obsessed with this fic!!!! it is exactly what is says on the cover and so much more. this fic is PHENOMENAL. i know nothing about music, but the way it’s written makes me not just understand whats going on but feel just how charged that scene is too. I DIDNT KNOW DUETS/QUARTETS COULD HAVE THIS MUCH FUCKING TENSION, BUT THIS FIC DOES IT, and i dont even know what any of the technical shit means!! just. it’s execution is done so so well, im fucking floored. like. this entire fic is very well written, but the music scenes are dripping with skill. if im not making sense, i guess youll just have to read the fic to get what im talking about //eyes emoji

another thing among Many Things that knocks it out of the ballpark in this fic is the characterization. jeremy. oh god, jeremy. i wont spoil, but this version of jeremy is by far one of the most interesting interpretations ive ever seen and it’s  pulled off fantastically. our boy has a lot more bite in this fic and i love it. it’s so good. god. everybody in this fic is so good. god. looks like you’ll have to read the fic to get what im talking about //eyes emoji but more intense

JUST!! READ THIS FIC!! START FOLLOWING THIS FIC!!! it’s got Pining and Slowburn and Misunderstandings and some of The Most engaging scenes ive read in a long time. this whole fic is so clever and so crisp and each update has me fucking screaming.

a little unsteady by starlithorizons

Michael's hidden domain has always been the rollerskating rink - a home away from home. Jeremy isn't so suited for the environment.

Maybe he can fix that.

OHHHH gosh this. this fic is so good?? it’s like the ideal fluff imo??? like, it’s not all Perfect and happy but that little conflict that happens just kinda emphasizes how these boys can always work to make things Better and Happy and it just warms my heart lots. the pov here is so lovely to read because it’s michael “hearteyes” mell and it’s Beautiful. the jokes r in this fic are hilarious and land so well. this is such a prime feel-good fic i Love It Lots.

flash point by Kalopsia

you know what they say, jeremy heere. those who play with fire are bound to get burned.

(Jeremy kisses Michael on a worn red leather couch the summer before their junior year. Then he takes the Squip, and it’s all ablaze from there.)

i HONESTLY do not have words to either praise this in the way it deserves to be praised which seems to be a mcfcuking trademark for emma’s writing hksjfdshh. but god. this fic is a breathtaking read with fantastic imagery and beautiful overarching metaphor hhhh!!! the emotions are so clear and!!! //aggressive gesturing!! just read it!!!!

a crimson headache, aching blush [series] by pondify

He supposes that it began, as it always does, with Michael.

a series of short yet HEARTBREAKING fics. every fic is a study of jeremy’s pining while he’s in a fwb relationship with michael and. jesus. this series is a testament to how much punch you can pull in short scenes. fucking incredible writing right here.

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meremine

Gewissensbisse by Nymm_At_Night

Old rumors get a new lease on life, high school is shit, and Jeremy, Christine and Michael learn to make it a three player game.

AAAAGGGHHH GOD THIS FIC WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. this fic does not shy away from so many issues and consequences that happen post-musical, and reading it hurts so much at times but it all comes together and it’s ridiculously satisfying. this fic is super well rounded cuz it’s got so much and it’s all done AMAZINGLY?? characterization and writing are INCREDIBLE here. the humor in this fic is so well done i was clutching my sides wheezing at times. and overall, just watching jeremy go through everything +++ being in love with TWO people is such a ride. such a fantastic ride. 

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pinkberry

sweet like vanilla is by loveinamaltshop

Brooke didn’t deserve to love someone like her. She deserved the complete opposite of Chloe—kind and maybe a little shy and nerdy but was constantly and needlessly good to her. Someone constantly smiling like she is, too. Someone like Jeremy.

She looks at Michael, who’s so close to passing out and wonders if she looks exactly like he does right now. Tired and pathetic. Rubbing at her face, she decides she definitely does.

— In which Chloe and Brooke are both insecure in ways they'll never admit to the other.

THIS FIC HURTS BUT GOD, IT’S SO DONE WELL. multipov with phenomenal characterizations for every character, this fic is a heartbreaking peek into tiny tragedies. the scenes in this fic are simple yet brutal and yet so undeniably real and human. this fic is beautifully written, and if you can handle unrequited feelings pain, you definitely need to fucking read this.

when i'm close to you (we blend into my favourite colour) by sulfuric

statistically, most people don't take more than five seconds to say something to their soulmate after realizing the universe has paired them together. brooke and chloe take approximately six years, but better late than never, right?

soulmate au!! this fic quite literally one of the most gorgeous pieces ive ever read. the writing is incredible and the imagery is so vivid at the soulmate universe, something im not usually a fan of, is turned into an incredible setting for a riveting love story. the character povs are incredible and every emotion is conveyed so well. sometimes too well bc hjhksdfhshh pain but really, this fic is a masterpiece, jesus. JESUS!!

happy reading everybody! leave comments and kudos on fics u liked!! fic writers are So Good and we’re So Lucky

#bmc #bmc fic rec #will add these to my ficrec page shortly!! #jhkjdfhhh i only managed to pull comments out of my brain for protector and aint got that swing and the pinkberrys but i will Return #in the mean time //banging pots and pans at followers. HEY!!!