#san diego pop punk

[ninjachill339]

#blink 182 #music #bands #band #pop punk #punk #october #2022 #blink182 #san diego #ca #california

[lovepinkshiftforever]

Pinkshift, Raue, and Erratic Impulse

San Diego

05/08/2023

The Casbah

21+

doors 7:30 / show 8:30

#san diego #pinkshift #raue #erratic impulse #concerts #punk rock #punk #pop punk #new music #new artist #casbah

[corduroyinstitute]

Four years ago, Corduroy Institute released Abruptly Forgetting We Never Were...

This 2019 mini-album was our first artistic statement to feature more than four songs.

Synthesizers, drum machines, the Telecaster, and the Bass VI feature prominently on the record. It also continued the established methodology of multitracked improvisations and cut-up lyrics.

However, these experimental pop pieces feature two unique approaches we never pursued again: varispeed parameter-locked loops on the Elektron Digitakt and modular-like chains of effects pedals played as a synthesizer. The latter can be heard on "Straddling the Dimness" while the former appears on numerous tracks, most notably "The Lofty Concerns of the Lowly."

Upon release, this mini-album garnered little attention and remains an obscure catalog entry even today. Corduroy Institute itself has even gone so far as to publicly critique certain choices on the first half of the record. Nevertheless, the second half contains some of our finest moments.

Today we invite you to visit Bandcamp so you may generate your own opinion on this work. It is available for the special anniversary price of 4 USD for this week only.

#corduroy institute #abruptly forgetting we never were #experimental pop #Bass VI #digitakt #boss pedals #art pop #post-punk #indie #independent music #bandcamp #san diego music #telecaster #noise pop #inaccessible #dream pop #avant pop

[beerswithbandspod]

On this weeks episode I sit down with Ikana, a mixed genre band from San Diego, CA. We start out talking about their debut album “Subtle Worth”, which came out in February. This is an album that showcases what this band can do, from pop punk to Emo to metalcore. We also talk about their upcoming acoustic ep which sees some some songs be reimagined. Be sure to keep an eye on Ikana and be ready for the acoustic ep to drop!

You can find this episode on all streaming sites here: https://linktr.ee/BeersWithBands

#beerswithbands #musicpodcast #podcast #pop punk #emo music #metalcore #san diego #diy music #Spotify

[dailysongsweeklyalbums]

California

artist- blink-182

release- 2016

vibe- pop-punk/alt rock

track list-

1. Cynical

2. Bored to Death

3. She’s Out of Her Mind

4. Los Angeles

5. Sober

6. Built This Pool

7. No Future

8. Home Is Such a Lonely Place

9. Kings of the Weekend

10. Teenage Satellites

11. Left Alone

12. Rabbit Hole

13. San Diego

14. The Only Thing That Matters

15. California

16. Brohemian Rhapsody

favorite songs- Sober, Rabbit Hole, San Diego

week 9- 1/17/24

#weekly album #album of the week #album recs #music recs #week 9 #blink 182 #california #sober #rabbit hole #san diego #pop punk #alt rock #Spotify

[gianlucacrugnola]

Blink-182 - Enema Of The State

La porta d’accesso alla popolarità mainstream passa per questo classico pop-punk di fine millennio. Enema Of The State traccia la versione più commerciale del genere e ancora una volta la California si presta quale culla di ribellione giovanile e cazzeggio suonati a tutta velocità. Nascono poco a nord di San Diego (Poway) i Blink-182 ma è nel loro quartier generale successivo di Encinitas che…

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#Punk #Blink - 182 #California #Pop Punk #Punk Revival #San Diego

[theharddeck]

my forever, every day (rooster x reader)

Pairing: rooster x fem!reader (no y/n)

Synopsis: rooster and his girlfriend get sidetracked on a drive down PCH.

Warnings: 18+, minors please DNI, swearing, sex, oral sex (m receiving), squint-and-you-miss it rank kink, also praise kinks bc of who i am as a person...anything else, y'all lmk

Length: 4.9k

the title is a lyric from bronco, by the driver era . this one was written for @jadore-andor (happy birthday, my dear!!) and tagging my loves @peakyrogers @winterrebel04 @blue-aconite 💙

Bradley’s unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt flapped around his shoulders and your hair blew around your face as you leaned back into your seat after turning up the volume on the old radio. The heavy bass provided the perfect driving music as the Bronco rolled down the 101, and you hummed along as the winding freeway took you south.

It had been the perfect day off.

You’d both gotten a little more sun than you probably should’ve, and there was sand all over the floorboards, but it had been an absolutely perfect day off. Breakfast tacos, then lazing around on a beach in San Clemente, then an ice cream from the shop at the end of the pier and now driving back down to San Diego in your swimsuits while the sun sank over the ocean—what more could a girl ask for?

The bass faded and when you heard the first notes of the next song, you recognized it, too. You looked at Bradley suspiciously; normally, his music tastes skewed much more Indie Rock than Pop Punk, and the last four or five songs had been much more your speed than his.

“Bradley?” you asked.

“Yeah, gorgeous?” He looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. 

“I love all of these songs,” you said, and it wasn’t really a question, as much as it was a request for an explanation.  

“Well, yeah, that’s kind of the point,” Bradley said. His hand slipped down the wheel to flip on his turn signal, while keeping his other arm stretched over the back of the bench seat.

You waited for him to finish merging lanes before you asked, “What do you mean?”

Bradley glanced over at you, then leaned forward to grab his phone, connected through an adapter to a cable to the cassette tape that would let his phone play music through the vintage console. On his screen, you saw a Spotify playlist, simply titled: “For Gorgeous 🖤”. 

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at it, then back up at your boyfriend, his eyes on the road. Behind his sunglasses, you could see them flicking to you, not like he was nervous, but like he was gauging your reaction.

“You made me a playlist?” you asked.

“I mean,” Bradley said, shifting in his seat, “it’s not, like, a big deal. You just were so excited for your day off, and this perfect beach day that you wanted, so I thought it’d be good to end it with music you like.”

You scrolled through the playlist, recognizing most of the songs as titles you’d either shared with accompanying stories, or songs that were a part of memories the two of you shared. 

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you said fondly, setting his phone back in the cupholder, next to the empty ice cream cup from the pier. “The old school romantic.”

He scoffed, pushing up his sunglasses again, and the hand that was over the back of the bench seat flicked down to tug lightly on your hair. You wrinkled your nose, reaching up to grab his hand and pull it into your lap. You wove your fingers between his, your free hand tracing over the veins on the back of his hand. 

You lifted his hand, after a moment, pressing a quick kiss to the back of it, before settling it back in your lap.

“Thank you,” you told him. “Today was wonderful.”

Bradley squeezed your hand, his fingers brushing the tops of your thighs against where you held him.

“Of course, honey,” he said. 

The song ran out and you went back to playing with his hands. You loved his hands, you were a simple girl like that, and his were enormous. Broad fingers, calloused palms, and always warm, always available to you.

The next song picked up, and you frowned for a moment, before you recognized it. 

A memory flashed through your head—your blue sundress pushed up to around your hips, Bradley’s jacket on the floor of the bathroom of The Hard Deck, the lock digging into your back as your boyfriend lost himself between your thighs. Him whispering into your cunt that he couldn’t wait until he could take you home, he’d do this better later, that you tasted better than he could’ve imagined, and holding you on the brink of orgasm until the rest of the bar sang along with the guitar riff, covering your keening moans when you finally came apart on his tongue. 

In the present moment, you looked over at Bradley, unsure if that’s why this was included on the list, to see a spot of color on his cheeks, his hand tightly clutching the steering wheel. The hand you still held was deliberately loose, but every other inch of him was radiating tension, and you’d place money on the fact that the same memory was running through his mind.

You tried to keep a laugh out of your voice when you asked him, “You didn’t think this through, did you?”

“Shut up,” Bradley muttered without malice, shifting in his seat.

You bit your lip to hide a grin, and continued to watch his growing discomfort. His wide shoulders were tense, and he lifted one of his knees to hold the wheel steady while he wiped his palm on the front of his board shorts.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Bradley said, without looking at you to confirm what expression you wore. You pressed your lips together to trap a giggle, before looking deliberately out the window, giving him a break. 

The sun sank into the horizon and the world slipped into the blue haze of twilight as the song played out. Another one came on, something soft and sweet, and you started tracing Bradley’s hand again. This song was one that had gotten you through his last deployment, one you’d looped while you cleaned the empty apartment, or rereading his last emails. Bradley’s thumb rubbed against your palm comfortingly, and you knew he knew.

The lights flipped on on the side of the road, soft circles of light cutting through the blue haze of the evening, as the guitar strings faded. Another song picked up, a beat set by a bass, and unfamiliar lyrics. You frowned, looking back at your boyfriend.

“What’s this one from?” you asked.

Bradley lifted a shoulder noncommittally, focusing on the road. “Dunno,” he said, “just made me think of you.” 

You hummed in acceptance, listening to the lyrics. It wasn’t an indictment or a compliment, and you leaned across the seat to take Bradley’s glasses off his nose as the night got darker.

“You don’t need these anymore, do you?” you asked, sliding them into your hair to hold it out of your face. 

Bradley squinted on principle, but didn’t fight it as you stole his aviators to use as a headband. You looked out the front of the car, at the tail lights ahead of you flickering on, and you felt him watching you.

“What?” you asked, looking back to meet him. Even in the dim light, you could make out the deep brown of his eyes, flitting between the road and watching you.

After a long moment, he cleared his throat. 

“You really don’t remember this song?” he asked. His voice was low, curious, like he held a secret, not like he was disappointed, so you answered honestly and shook your head.

Bradley nodded, then the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. “Guess I’d better remind you, then,” he said.

You tilted your head. “Wait, I thought it wasn’t—”

Bradley leaned a little to the side, looking under your lowered visor at a sign flashing by on the roadside. 

“Hold on, gorgeous,” he said, reaching over briefly to tug on your safety belt, before throwing the Bronco into a lower gear, slamming on the brakes, and turning off the 101. 

You squeaked as the truck pitched to the side, reeling into an overnight campsite off the beach. It was one of those that you got access to via a statewide membership, and Bradley kept the car registered in case he and the guys wanted to go on a trip; tonight it meant he could just wave authoritatively to the park ranger in the box, and drive you guys through.

“What the hell, Rooster,” you gasped at his impulsiveness, but he was silent as he drove to the back of the lot. The car lurched to a stop and he was out of it before it fully stopped moving, his long legs eating up the distance from the driver’s side to the passenger’s door. He yanked open your door, reached around you to undo your safety belt, and pulled you to the edge of your seat. With one massive hand, Bradley spread your legs, settling between them, and he wound his other hand through your hair, tilting your head back to kiss you hungrily. 

You whimpered in surprise and Bradley took advantage of your parted lips to deepen the kiss. He kissed you like he did everything to you—with measured intensity, determined thoroughness, and sweet honesty. His lips were soft, knowing the perfect pressure and pull to tempt you deeper into his arms, and on his breath you tasted the cherry chocolate of the ice cream you’d split back in San Clemente. 

Your arms wound around his neck, pulling you nearly out of the Bronco and against your boyfriend’s tall frame and he made a sound of approval deep in his throat. You felt it through his chest, and the hand in your hair pulled his aviators out of them before he ran his fingers slid down the exposed skin of your back, skimming over the ties that held your bikini top up.

When Bradley pulled back a breath, you were both panting, lips swollen, a little drunk chasing the taste of each other.

“You still don’t remember?” Bradley asked, his voice low, rough, the rasp of it sending a tremor through you. 

You shook your head and Bradley’s eyes darkened, even as he smiled.

“Backseat, sweet girl,” Bradley said, stepping back out of your space, but you still felt his touch all over your skin. “Now.”

And, what, were you gonna say no to that?

You kicked off your sandals, leaving them in the front seat as you slipped under Bradley’s arm, and into the door he opened to the backseat of his car.

You heard Bradley chuckling at your haste as he followed behind you, pulling the door shut and then hauling you into his lap by your thighs. 

You landed gracelessly, straddling him in the hunched space, and a moment later, his mouth found yours as he kissed you again. It was different like this, just as delicious but closer. Thighs over each other, stomachs against one another, limbs cramped in the tight space as you scrambled for purchase in each others’ bodies. Yours settled on Bradley’s shoulders, and you could feel his strong arms shifting, running over you, and then gone. You pulled back questioningly when Bradley’s hands lifted from your skin, to find him hastily shrugging out of his Hawaiian shirt. 

“Presumptive,” you teased him, leaning in to kiss his neck while he tried to pull the shirt out from where it was trapped between him and the seat. You felt his chest constrict when your lips brushed against his pulse point and he yanked the shirt out from behind him sharply. 

You expected him to toss it to the side, but instead, he fixed the garment around your shoulders, feeding your arms through it and buttoning one of the buttons across your chest. It was the opposite of what you expected from him, but when Bradley seemed satisfied, he surged towards you again, kissing you deeply. As his lips moved over yours, you felt his hands smooth over your skin, reaching under his shirt to untie your bikini. 

Now that made more sense.

A couple quick tugs later, and your bikini fell to the floor of the Bronco; you broke away from Bradley’s mouth with a gasp when his warm palms came up to cup your breasts. 

“Presumptive, she says,” he muttered against your lips, kissing you almost harshly. “I think you meant ‘possessive’, gorgeous.” 

His thumbs brushed over your nipples, teasing them into hardened points against his calloused fingers and the loose brush of his shirt. You squirmed in his lap, his words reminding you just how exposed you were.

“Babe, do you think—” you started, and he interrupted you with another kiss, with another pinch under his shirt. 

“You think I’m gonna let anyone else see my girl?” he asked, his grip on you tightening.

His possessiveness sent another bolt of desire through you, and you leaned into his touch, pressing yourself into him. Bradley seemed more than happy with the motion, his fingers working over you and his lips latching onto your neck again. 

When he grazed your skin with his teeth, your hips bucked into him, and you both moaned at the contact. You were both still in your swimsuits, but you could feel the outline of Bradley’s cock against your thigh, through the thin material of his swimsuit. One of Bradley’s hands fell to your hip, helping to guide your motion as you moved over his thigh. His legs were so thick, strong under you and tensed like this, and the dragging movement rubbed your swimsuit against your core, and Bradley let out a long breath as you moved over him. 

“That’s it, honey, feels good, doesn’t it?” 

You pressed your lips together, nodding, your hands coming to rest on his stomach. You could feel how tightly he was clenched, wound, just letting you use his body to seek your own relief. This man, this enormous, powerful man, letting you rut against him just because it felt good. 

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful,” Bradley whispered, and when you looked up, he was watching you closely. His head was back against the headrest, and his eyes were hooded as his hands guided your movement, admiration shining in them. “You have me feeling like a damn teenager, not waiting till we get home because I need to feel my pussy before then.”

You whimpered at the crude way he described you as his, but you rocked your hips again and it was true. You were his, entirely and completely, and you were needy. 

“Babe,” you whispered, your voice thin as you rocked against him, needing more. 

“I’m here, gorgeous,” Bradley told you, and one of his hands lifted to slip inside of your swimsuit. You looked down, couldn’t help yourself, moaning at the sight of his thick wrist against your stomach, his big hand stretching the black material of your swimsuit. 

Your body jolted when he dragged a finger through your folds, and Bradley moaned when he felt the wetness gathered there. You were scratching him, your nails scrambling for purchase against his skin, as his finger pulled your arousal from between your thighs to rub over your clit. He felt so good, heavenly, unhurried and overwhelming and Bradley continued to guide your hips over him with the hand on your thigh. The slow motion dragged you against his finger, and he shifted his wrist to keep a finger against your clit but reach between your legs to push two fingers into your cunt. 

“Oh my god,” you moaned at the intrusion, the stretch another kind of overwhelming, and you felt Bradley still.

“You know better than that, sweet girl,” Bradley said, his voice low. “What do you say when I’m between your legs?”

“Bradley,” you whimpered, your hips rocking, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of you, but his hand remained frozen. 

“Say my name like you mean it, honey,” he said slowly, moving his wrist again, repositioning.  

“Bradley,” you all but sobbed, needing friction, needing something, needing more of him, “please, baby, please, I need to—Bradley–”

“That’s better, gorgeous,” he said approvingly, and then he shoved a third finger into you. 

Your thighs jerked, hips automatically pushing away from the intrusion, but Bradley held you steady, not waiting for you to adjust before his fingers were moving inside of you. 

You moaned as his long fingers reached deep into you, and you heard Bradley laughing quietly to himself as he leaned forward to kiss the curve of your jaw gently. The soft pressure of his lips was a wild juxtaposition to the merciless stretch of his fingers, and you writhed over him, desperate. His fingers curled inside of you, his thumb pressing steadily on your clit, and you ground against his hand, wildly chasing your pleasure.

“So pretty,” Bradley murmured. “Such a pretty pussy, taking my fingers so well. You know you have to, have to stretch her out so my cock will fit.”

You moaned, nodding dazedly, your hand falling to his swim trunks to find the cock in question. 

Fuck, he was so hard.

Just from your pleasure, just from the press of your body against his; you moaned as you slid your hand over the length of him. Bradley let out a choked breath when you squeezed him over his trunks, and then he let go of your hip to brace himself, lifting you and his hips so you could slide the trunks down his thighs, and you couldn’t help the whine that escaped out of you. 

He was so fucking strong, and when he sank back down, his cock bobbed in his lap, and you reached for him eagerly. Bradley moaned when your hand closed over him, warm skin against warm skin, and when you looked up at him, he licked his lips, his mouth slightly agape, watching you. 

“You gonna jerk me off, honey?” he asked, his voice rough. “Work that cock up to fill you, while I stretch my pussy out to take me?” 

You whimpered, bringing your hand up to your mouth to spit on it, before sliding your hand over his cock. A bit of precum was already leaking out of the tip, and Bradley swore softly when your thumb reached up to grab the pearl of moisture, mixing it with your spit as you worked over him.

You would never get tired of the sounds your boyfriend made. 

He was never shy about talking to you, telling you what he wanted, how hot you made him, but it was his moans and groans that got you off. You loved when he sounded undone, knowing you were the one pulling those gorgeous sounds out of him, and you tightened your grip around his dick as you worked over him. 

“Fuck, sweet girl,” Bradley groaned in response, his head dropping to your shoulder. He curled his fingers inside you, and you whined when he realized he was matching his movements with your hand over his cock. 

“What do you think, gorgeous,” he asked gruffly. “You think you’re ready for me?”

You licked your lips, looking down at the length of him in your hand, swelling larger with every pull of your hand over him. You were never really ready, not before an orgasm, but you wanted to be stretched over him, more than you wanted to be ready. 

“Please, Bradley,” you nodded, rising up on your thighs for Bradley to undo the strings of your bikini bottoms as well. It joined the top on the floorboards of the Bronco, and Bradley hummed to himself as he took you in, wearing only his shirt, rutting against his thigh and working his cock in your hand.

“Love you so much, sweet girl,” he said quietly, and your heart clenched at his soft admission, in the middle of a frenzied pitch. 

“Love you too, Bradley,” you whispered. You leaned in to kiss him quickly, settling back down on his thighs, and pulling your hand over his cock again. “So are you gonna fuck me about it?”

Bradley’s eyes fluttered as your grip tightened and your words settled over him. When he opened them, you could barely see the brown of his irises, his eyes were blown wide. 

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he groaned, and then he batted your hand away, lifted your hips and impaled you on his cock. 

You didn’t mean to scream. 

But his thrust pushed all the air out of you, and all you could think was him, Bradley, Bradley, and you realized you were moaning it aloud, like a prayer.

“You’re so fucking tight, gorgeous,” Bradley gritted, his hands smoothing over your shoulders, his voice tight as he held himself still, waiting for you to adjust.

Not like you could do a damn thing. 

Your body felt like it was on fire, full and stretched and absolutely alight with desire, every inch of you pulsing for him. You needed him to move, you needed to adjust, you needed him, that was what you knew. 

“You’re doing so good for me, sweet girl,” Bradley whispered, one of his hands coming up to pet your hair. You lowered your head to his shoulder, feeling molten, past numb, like being draped over him was the only way you wanted to stay forever. 

Bradley was still running his hands over you, and you could feel his breath coming in measured pulls, as he tightly held onto control.

After a couple more moments, you felt a little more grounded, more adjusted. You became aware of the way your shaky breathing was echoing around the car, the windows fogged like Titanic, your sweet boyfriend holding himself in check until you told him you were okay.

“Bradley?” you asked weakly, reaching up slowly to cup the back of his head, even though you still didn’t feel like you could lift your head. 

“Yeah, gorgeous,” he breathed, and your heart swelled at the care in his voice.

“I want to feel you, babe,” you told him, and you felt a shiver work through his body.

“Thank fuck,” he groaned. 

He rocked up into you, a broken cry easing out of you as he pushed even deeper, your thighs widening to accommodate him. 

“That’s it, sweet thing,” Bradley moaned, and he pulled out before thrusting into you. 

The drag of him was absolutely heaven, thick and rough and reaching that deep part of you that only he could. You moaned as he set a rhythm against you, his strong thighs flexing to drive up into you, splitting you, completing you. 

“Baby, it’s so good, you’re so good, you feel—fuck, baby,” you babbled, and Bradley groaned.

He guided your hand farther up his scalp, twining your fingers into his hair and you pulled slightly. His hips thrust harder and you whined at the ferocity of it, the perfection of it. 

“That’s it, gorgeous,” Bradley groaned, “taking me like you were fucking made for it, moaning on my cock like it’s all you wanted.”

In that moment, you weren’t sure if it wasn’t. 

The whole world was this Bronco, wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms, feeling him pushing into you, the air thick with both of your sweat and sex and the moans you couldn’t stop from pouring out of you. 

Bradley drove up into you, and his hands fell back to your hips, guiding your movement against him. At the top of your stroke, your pelvis pressed against his and your clit rubbed against him, and it sent white heat curling through your body. You were gasping and writhing and each sound you made seemed only to spur your boyfriend on, as he drove you higher. His thrusts were slowing, hitting deeper, and you felt your legs start trembling at the intensity.

“Are you close, baby?” he asked, almost growled, his voice close to your ear. “Tell me you’re close, gorgeous, you feel so tight, and I can’t—”

“Yes, shit, Bradley, I’m so close,” you moaned, your body pulsing, begging, trembling. 

“Give it to me, baby,” Bradley ordered, his voice sharp in your ear, his thrusts unrelenting, as your legs drew up, involuntarily. “Come on this cock, baby, let me feel it, let me feel you–”

You came with a wail, your climax crashing over you like a wave that sent you tumbling. You might’ve choked, you might’ve cried, all you knew was the white hot heat pulsing through your body, leaving you limbless and sated in its wake. 

You came back slowly, the darkness of night seeping in through the fogged windows of the Bronco, and you became aware of your boyfriend slowly moving your hips still, working you over him, coaxing you through it. 

“Bradley,” you whimpered into his neck, and you felt his chest expand.

“You did so good for me, sweet girl,” he said, his voice soft, just on this side of undone, “so fucking good.”

“Baby…” you chided him gently as understanding dawned that he still hadn’t come yet. You moved your hips slightly, and Bradley’s hands held you in place sternly. 

“Gorgeous, I’m so fucking close, but you were so sensitive, just give me a—” 

Summoning strength you didn’t have and ignoring Bradley’s futile protests, you slid off of him, swallowing a moan when you felt wetness drip down your thighs as you moved. There wasn’t a ton of room in the backseat, but there was enough that you could lower yourself to the floorboards between your boyfriend’s knees, look up at him through sated eyes, and open your mouth, holding out your tongue.

“Fucking hell,” Bradley breathed, and you would’ve smirked, but what you wanted more than anything was to make him come. 

So you leaned forward, tongue teasing just the tip of him, before you opened your jaw and took Bradley’s cock in your mouth.

He hit the ceiling of the Bronco, a stream of curses ripping from his lips as your mouth closed around him, humming slightly. Fuck, the weight of him. He was so broad, fat and thick in your mouth, and you tasted yourself on him, tasted how thoroughly he had fucked you, and you couldn’t help but moan around him.

“Baby, baby,” Bradley groaned, his thighs flexing as he held himself back. “Baby, I’m too close, I can’t be gentle—”

You pulled back with a pop, a stream of saliva falling from his cock to your mouth, and Bradley let out a sound that was almost a whine. That pretty sound had you reaching between your legs, brushing your fingers over your still sensitive core, just at how good he sounded. 

“Fuck my mouth, Lieutenant,” you told him, and his eyes fluttered, before you added, “Please.”

His head fell back against the headrest and he groaned, a sound that went straight to your core. You took him back in your mouth, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock, and you felt a large hand settle at the back of your neck. 

You whimpered when Bradley gathered the hair there, and started to guide you. Your eyes fell closed and you loosened your jaw, surrendering to the act of it. Yes, you were on your knees and it was your mouth around his dick, but the sounds pouring out of Bradley, the stern hand he kept on the back of your head, it felt like he was worshiping you. 

He was so heavy on your tongue, and it was sloppy, but when Bradley started pushing your head faster, you worked your hand faster between your legs. He sounded so good, he tasted so good, and when you moaned you couldn’t have said if it was from the way he was pulling your hair, the building pressure between your thighs, or how good he tasted.

“You’re fucking perfect, gorgeous,” Bradley groaned. “Are you going to come again when I come? Is my pussy going to come for me, on my girl’s fingers while I fuck her mouth?”

You gagged, tears streaming down your face, and when Bradley moaned your name on a final curse and came down your throat, you climaxed on your fingers like he’d said. 

Bradley’s thighs were shaking as he pumped down your throat, his hand in your hair smoothing over your hair and then curling under the back of your neck to haul you back up to his lap. Your limbs were shaking from your second orgasm, lungs heaving from how he’d choked you on his cock. Bradley dragged his lips over you, whispering praises and pressing kisses to everywhere he could reach, just shy of delirious. 

You could relate. 

The Bronco was steamy and humid, and it felt like your own little world. A sphere where the only thing that mattered was your sweet boyfriend, the honest perfection you found in each other, and the strength to care for each other even when you couldn’t explain it.

Eventually, Bradley carded his fingers through your hair, and pulled his swimsuit back up. He left yours on the floor, and buttoned his shirt over you carefully, continuing to finger comb your hair.

When you drove out of the campsite, the ranger avoided both of your eyes.

As you turned back onto the 101, Bradley kept your hand in his, driving with his knees when he needed to change gears. The music picked up again as you drove on, and, remembering, you turned to him. 

“So, what was that song?” you asked, still uncertain. 

In the moonlight, your boyfriend smiled, his eyes flashing as he lifted your hand to his mouth to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“Don’t you remember, gorgeous?” he asked, voice still low. “That song was playing the time we pulled off the 101 so I could fuck you in the back of my Bronco.”

#rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x you #rooster fanfic #rooster smut #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #misskielwrites #theharddecksgrandopening

[foxilayde]

I just wanted to write down my meeting Oscar experience so I never forget it.

It took nearly two hours to get through the line and I was sooo nervous (Luna had to leave me in the line in order to save our panel seats, Angel that she is.). But the folks around me were so kind, as were the staff helping us out.

Oscar didn’t get to everyone in line, they cut it off four ppl behind me, so I was very lucky to have been seen in in the morning signing.

The whole time I’m going through the line, there’s a speaker somewhere nearby playing some of my favorite new wave, post punk, 90’s alternative tracks and I’m singing along and that’s calming me down because HOLY SHIT IM ABOUT TO MEET OSCAR?!?. The elderly funko pop collector behind me is good naturedly teasing me about being “in loooooove with Ooooscaaar” and making me laugh and blush and panic. So I finally get behind the wall and I see him irl and omfg u guys he’s just so precious and smiling and chatting with the ppl ahead of me and his ears are so cute and his grey is perfect and his hands are beautiful and I’m grinning like a fool. Finally it’s my turn and Oscar says “hello!” And extends his hand Very warm and friendly and I say “hiii Oscar” in a way that’s unable to conceal my absolute joy at holding his hand and then his eyes get a little softer and he puts his other hand on top of mine and says “helloooo” again like the way one might say hello to a giggling infant. And that’s when I get lost in his eyes and step towards him DESPITE THERE BEING A TABLE BETWEEN US and I bump the table into him. I’m apologizing and he laughs and says “it’s okay!” He straightens the table, And then he asks his handler “where’d you put my pen, you’re always taking my pens… thank you.” And he looks at the book I brought, it’s a Dune artwork book, opened to the Leto page and he says “this is great… I love your little Atreides pins too!” Gesturing to my lapels. I thank him, and as he’s writing my name- I ask him, “how is your day going so far?” He smiles and says it’s going really well and asks how is my day. I said that I was feeling nervous but the music was making me feel better and I realize the music has been coming from a portable speaker behind him, I asked him if this playlist that has been playing was his personal playlist and he nodded and said “yes” and I said “you have good taste” and since the playlist was Pixies heavy I asked if he saw the Pixies on the latest tour, then we talked a little bit about the Pixies latest album and their latest tour, he wanted to go to the NYC show but couldn’t make it, I told him I saw them in my hometown of SD and he asked me how the San Diego crowd was and you guys he has the cutest active-listening face. Even though he talked to like 300 people before me, he was really kind and made me feel like the only person in the room, like he’s genuinely such a nice person.

I got my book from him and I held his hand one more time, thanked him very enthusiastically and told him I loved him and his eyes did THE CRINKLES and he said “you are so sweet”

I looked at my book later and he had written this:

Like?!?? 😩😭🥰

Also for anyone wondering, here are some of the tracks I remembered from his playlist

I’m pretty sure he played the entire Doolittle album. Because of course he would. Of course he’s charming and gorgeous and kind and has perfect taste in music. Of. Course.

#meeting Oscar Isaac #comic con 2022 #NYCC

[imawkwardlysoc]

kiss me again

Song- kiss me again by we are the in crowd ft. alex gaskarth

Pairing- javy 'coyote' machado x female!reader

Warning(s)- none

Wordcount- 1,762

Summy- An awkward moment happens between the reader and Javy and everyone they know can see it.

This just in! Sparks fly as we see pop-punk princess Y/N L/N of The Daggers and her guitarist Javy Machado flirting and smiling at each other last night. Not surprised with the amount of chemistry they have, we’re pretty sure they’re in a relationship together. The two were spo-

Letting out a groan, I turned off the tv that was in my living room. Finishing up my breakfast, I heard my door open revealing Bob, our publicist.

“You saw E-News didn’t you?” He asked.

“What do you think?” I raised my eyebrow. “Can a guy and girl just go out for dinner without any romantic relations?”

“Look this is me asking you as your publicist,” he looked at me. “Did anything happen between you and Javy so we can control the media? As your friend, again did something happen between the two of you?”

*Last Night*

Walking into his car while still catching our breaths with the amount of laughing we had throughout dinner. Opening the passenger door for me, I thanked him and got into the car before he closed the door. Him getting into the driver’s seat, he started the car and drove me back to my house. Throughout the drive we sat in comfortable silence as we admired the San Diego nightlife.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” I said as we walked up to my door. “This is so much better than food we eat on tour.”

“That is true,” he let out a chuckle. “Ready for the show tomorrow?”

“Our last concert of the tour? Yeah, it’s going to be bittersweet,” I answered. “Well, tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”

I got on my tippy toes and made my way to place a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see yo-”

I got interrupted when Javy moved his face which caused our lips to touch. Our lips started to move which caused me to feel my stomach flip in multiple ways.

“I’m so sorry,” Javy apologized and started to walk away.

“Javy!” I called out for him but it was too late since I saw him getting into the car.

*Today*

“So, you two kissed?” Bob looked at me as I nodded. “You’re screwed.”

“Bob!” I looked at him in disbelief.

“I’m looking at this from a PR point first,” he defended himself. “Look, the lead singer dating the guitarist. Sounds good until you hear they break up and things are awkward between them as they perform together. We already have Jake and Bradley dating, we don’t need another PR accident.”

���That’s why I break up with people in a neutral and understanding sense,” I told him.

“And that’s good,” he nodded his head. “I just want to be careful with things. That’s all I’m saying. The two of you won’t be awkward on stage tonight right?”

“I have to talk to him about that but we’ll see,” I answered.

“Okay, now let’s go,” he looked at his watch. “We have soundcheck and the VIP meet and greet.”

Nodding my head and grabbing my things before leaving the house. Getting into his car, I buckled myself in, and he started driving to the venue. Throughout the drive, I did my vocal warm ups and got out of the car when we reached it. Going through security and showing our passes, we walked to the green room to see the rest of my band members there. Mickey was warming up on his drum pad while Natasha was playing on her bass. Bradley was playing along on his keyboard as Jake laid his head on his lap strumming the rhythm guitar. Looking around the room, I felt my heart stop as I saw Javy sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone.

“Finally everyone’s here,” Pete, our tour manager, clapped his hands together as he walked into the room. “Come on, you need to get to the stage for soundcheck.”

Putting in my in-ears, I walked to the stage and grabbed my microphone. Starting with the opening song, we proceeded to do some songs that were in the middle of the show. Throughout the soundcheck, we also fooled around since all of our systems were already working and up to speed. Javy and I also sent some awkward glances to each other which I think everyone was probably getting hints on what happened.

“We need to talk,” I walked up to Javy as he handed his guitar to his guitar tech.

He nodded his head and we headed to a private and quiet space in the venue. Shoved my hands in my pockets and walked back and forth.

“Why did you leave after you kissed me?” I asked him.

“Because, I-” he paused himself. “I don’t know, I guess my impulsive thoughts just got to me.”

I felt my heart break a little bit. “Just impulsive thoughts?”

“Yeah,” he nodded his head. “You’re not mad are you?”

“No, I’m not,” I waved him off. “Well, we gotta go to the VIP thing.” He nodded his head and we went to the VIP room where some of our fans were. Meeting up with the rest of the band. All of us took pictures with the fans before we answered some questions and played some games. At the end, it involved us playing a game of Twister before we had to leave to get ready.

“Right hand red,” Brad called out since he didn’t want to play.

I saw Javy move his hand and ended up on top of me. I’m going to kill Bradley if he’s doing this on purpose. Our faces could feel each other breathing, that's how close we were. My heart was beating rapidly as we made eye contact and got closer. Soon all of us collapsed on each other since Jake slipped his foot while moving it. Letting out a groan, everyone got up and we said goodbye to the fans before heading back to the green room. Natasha and I changed into our concert clothes before doing our hair and makeup.

“So, what’s going on with you and Javy?” Nat asked. “All of us saw how awkward you guys were.”

“We kissed last night,” I told her.

“No, really?” She looked at me and I nodded in confirmation. “Did you not like it?”

“No, I liked it,” I told her. “It’s just that he straight up left after he kissed me.”

“Oh,” she hissed.

“And I asked him today after soundcheck and he told me it was an impulsive move,” I added.

“Oh girl,” she squeezed my shoulder. “I don’t know why he said that, he’s so into you.”

“Really?” I questioned.

“Yeah,” she nodded her head. “Do you?”

“Yeah,” I blushed a little. “Ever since he joined three years ago and that dinner just sealed the deal. It just took me a while to realize it.”

“Then make a move,” she told me. “Be dramatic or subtle. Who knows?”

“Yeah, I’ll do something,” I nodded my head and we finished getting ready.

With everyone dressed, we took a pre-show shot and put in our in-ears before heading on stage. All of us got hyped up as we listened to our fans chant our band’s name throughout the venue. I said goodbye to them as time got closer since I had to pop out of the stage. Trying not to hit my head, I got onto the platform and waited for my cue. Popping out of the stage, I started to sing our opening number.

Throughout the concert, everything that happened the previous night and this morning left my head. I was jamming out with everyone on stage and with the crowd. The stage chemistry that Javy and I have every night when we performed came out of us. There wasn’t any awkward tension between us.

After performing for almost an hour and a half, sadly we had to wrap things up.

“Sadly we have reached the last song of the evening,” I pouted as the crowd cried, not wanting the concert to end. “We all had such a good time with you and we are glad to spend this time with you. Now it’s time for the song that brought us into the band we are now! This is Kiss Me Again.”

I smiled as Javy’s guitar played throughout the speakers before he started to sing.

“And kiss me again underneath the moonlight,” Javy and I dueted as we looked each other in the eyes. “You’re more than a friend, oh. I knew it from the first sight, yeah.”

Taking my mic off the stand, I walked over to where Javy was. We shared a moment before I left and headed to the right side of the stage where Natasha, Jake, and Bradely were before moving to Mickey. As we reached the end of the song, I made my way back to Javy and warped my arm around his neck as we faced each other.

“Oh, kiss me again.” I sang before placing my lips on his.

Everyone, even the band, started to cheer as Javy and I kissed. A mix of fireworks, butterflies, and my stomach flipped many times. Detaching our lips, all of us got together and grabbed each other’s hands before bowing. Thanking the crowd with tears in my eyes, I did one more bow before heading off stage. Hugging my band, Javy grabbed my hand and we headed to a private space again to talk about what just happened…again.

“Impulse action or?” He asked.

“Maybe, maybe not,” I smirked. “What about the first time?”

“Nope, it wasn’t,” he shook his head. “Just wanted to do it for a while but never knew how I could do it.”

“Then why did you walk away?” I questioned.

“I just thought I wasn’t good enough for you,” he answered.

“Javy, you’re the guy I want to be with. It just took me a long time for me to realize it,” I told him.

“Wanna go on a date?” He raised his eyebrow.

“I was hoping you would ask me that,” I replied. “Text me the time and place. I’m free after today.”

“Got it,” he smiled and I sent him a wink before leaving him to get changed.

“This band is going to be the death of me,” I let out a laugh at what Bob said when I walked up to him.

“Oh, you love us,” I wrapped my arm around him.

“Sadly,” he dramatically sighed. “Now go get dressed, we have an after party to go to.”

#javy coyote machado x reader #javy machado x reader #coyote x reader #top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader #javy coyote machado #javy machado #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #natasha trace #bob floyd #pete mitchell #top gun #top gun au #top gun maverick #top gun maverick au #Spotify

[dhawanmasters]

CYANIDE’S CREATOR SHOUTOUTS (JUNE 2022) hey y’all! i see so many beautiful creations on this site, so i wanted to start a monthly shoutout series and give a little extra love to some truly exceptional art. previous shoutouts can be found here!

COMICS

Dick Grayson | @616witch

MOVIES

Horror Creators in Film & TV | @talesfromthecrypts

Howl’s Moving Castle | @beyonce-knowles-carter

IT: Chapter Two & Green | @maguiretobey

Jennifer’s Body + This is How I Disappear | @dracs

Possession in Horror | @buckybarness

Ready or Not | @lemoncupcake

Saw & F. Scott Fitzgerald | @tibby

Star Wars: Luke Skywalker | @skyobi

MUSIC

Gerard Way & Red | @meliorn

MARINA + FROOT | @annacoleman

MARINA + Orange Trees | @linda-darnell

My Chemical Romance & Eras | @percocet

TELEVISION

Better Call Saul: Jimmy McGill + Pride | @catsincrime

Better Call Saul: McWexler + Colors | @wexler-mcgill

Black Mirror: San Junipero | @shegos

Doctor Who: Favorite Doctor - 10 | @jeschastain

Doctor Who: Favorite Doctor - 12 | @orla-mcool

Doctor Who: Favorite Series - S5 | @julesfairmont

Doctor Who: Favorite Dynamic - Idris & The Doctor | @patprans

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Color Palette | @poe-dameron for swsource

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Darth Vader | @magnusedom

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Darth Vader | @kenobiis for usergif

Obi-Wan Kenobi: It Just Made Him Kind | @buffy-summrs

Peacemaker: 11th Street Kids & Senior Superlatives | @chaseadrian

Shadow and Bone: Kaz Brekker | @dodge-mason

Shameless: Fiona Gallagher | @fionagallaqher

Stranger Things: Eddie Munson & Punk-ish | @rebelharrington

Stranger Things: Eleven & Funko Pops | @dcbicki

Stranger Things: Nancy x Robin | @shaera

Stranger Things: Season 4a | @hellshee

The Umbrella Academy: Diego Hargreeves | @hargreevcs for brellygifs

The Umbrella Academy: Diego x Lila | @capinejghafa

The Umbrella Academy: Luther Hargreeves | @viktorhargreeves

The Umbrella Academy: Trailers | @seance

#creator shoutout #cycshouts

[bandcampsnoop]

10/7/23.

There were a lot of emails to sift through yesterday because of Bandcamp Friday. One of the last ones I received was from San Diego's Volar Records. When I think of this label, I kind of think of 2000's era punk.

moondaddy does not fit this label. Cara Potiker (also based in San Diego) makes pop in the vein of Beach House, Wild Beasts, Wild Nothing or Lawrence Arabia (I listened to "A Little Hate" yesterday and was reminded of the genius of the band). There is a definite 80s synth alternative pop sound here.

#moondaddy #San Diego #Cara Potiker #Volar Records #Beach House #Wild Beasts #Wild Nothing #Lawrence Arabia #Bandcamp

[tengomilpalabrasparati]

Cada 19 de diciembre se celebra una efeméride muy peculiar, dedicada a un movimiento subcultural y musical fuera de lo común. Es el Día Internacional del Emo.

Este movimiento cuenta con miles de fanáticos y seguidores en todo el mundo, los cuales se sienten plenamente identificados con su género musical y forma de vestir, generando un marcado sentido de pertenencia.

Origen del Día del Emo

No se tiene alguna referencia específica, acerca del origen de la celebración de este día internacional. Se estima que este día ha sido creado por fanáticos en la década del año 2000, celebrándolo cada 19 de diciembre.

¿Qué significa el término Emo?

El término Emo, también conocido como Emocore (etmología del inglés "emotional hardcore") es un estilo de música rock con un gran énfasis en la expresión emocional, reflejado en las letras confesionales de sus canciones.

Es un movimiento que se originó del estilo del Post-Hardcore, el cual era conocido a mediados de la década de 1980 como Hardcore Emocional o Emocore.

Presenta algunos elementos característicos y códigos de vestimenta específicos: ropa de color negro, jeans ajustados, camisetas ajustadas con nombres de bandas conocidas, cinturones tachonados.

En lo concerniente a la apariencia personal y estética de las personas que conforman este movimiento se destaca el cabello liso, color negro azabache y con flequillo largo, ojos marcados con lápiz negro, uso de cadenas y otros accesorios.

Agrupaciones musicales vinculadas al Emo

El Emo es un estilo musical que fue adaptado por bandas de rock alternativo, indie rock y pop punk a principios de la década de 1990, tales como:

Braid

Jawbreaker

Weezer

Sunny Day Real Estate

The Get Up Kids

The Promise Ring

Asimismo, surgió un estilo de Emo más agresivo denominado Screamo, caracterizado por el uso de voces chilladas. Algunas de las bandas musicales de este súbgenero son San Diego Heroin y Antioch Arrow.

Este género musical se fortaleció en la década del año 2000, con el surgimiento de las siguientes bandas musicales:

All Time Low • Blink-182

Dashboard Confessional

Good Charlotte

Green Day

Jimmy Eat World

Simple Plan

Sum 41

Posteriormente emergieron las siguientes bandas a finales de la década de 2000:

Fall Out Boy

My Chemical Romance

Panic! at the Disco

Se destacan estas agrupaciones del subgénero Screamo:

Bring Me The Horizon

Sleeping With Sirens

Underoath

Algunas de las bandas más recientes del movimiento Emo son:

Hawthorne Heights

The Used

AFI

Posteriormente, al declive de este sub género musical surgió el Emo Underground, con las siguientes bandas:

Modern Baseball

The World Is a Beautiful Place and I am No Longer Afraid to Die

El Emo: un movimiento controvertido

Los aficionados al movimiento Emo son conocidos como "emo kids" o "emos". Se popularizaron a principios de la década de 2000, siendo estigmatizados socialmente por sus acciones violentas y controversiales.

Es una subcultura asociada con estereotipos tales como la sensibilidad, la emoción, la timidez, la misantropía y la angustia. También se vincula con la depresión, la autolesión y el suicidio.

Comparte información útil e interesante sobre el Día Internacional del Emo en las redes sociales. Utiliza el hashtag #InternationalEmoDay #Emo #Emoboy

#19 de diciembre #Día Internacional del Emo

[hdrobby]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 ? please, call me 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋 ! my pronouns are he / him, i’m 19+, & a fun fact about is that i’m obsessed with 3+ hour youtube video essays, especially if the topic is about ❝ internet trash-fires ❞ or pop culture from the 2000s & 2010s. i’m really stoked to be here. in this post, i’ll be introducing you to a muse of mine that i’m so excited to write ! his name is 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 ❝ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘 ❞ 𝐇𝐀𝐍 & he’s from san diego, california. he arrived into the world on 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟐, making him a scorpio sun & 𝟏𝟖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃. seoul is still relatively new to him as he only moved to the capital city 6 mos ago, & most of his time is spent training to be an idol at 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐓 ! below the cut is a brief rundown on him, & if you’re interested in plotting with us, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ♡ !

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

———   robby’s fairly close to his family, & even if his parents don’t understand him fully, he still loves them deeply because they’ve always been so patient with him. as a kid, he used to struggle with anger issues. he would often get in trouble at school, start fights with those that picked on him, & it disrupted his ability to learn with the rest. through therapy, he learned a lot of coping skills, & one of his biggest ones is being active & using his body to release any tension or anger. in elementary school, he got involved in martial arts. middle school ? he got into skateboarding. it wasn’t until the summer before entering high school that he fell in love with dancing. it was pretty random for him. one of his friends — who he had a huge crush on — convinced him to go to a summer dance camp with him. it was over those three months that it became heavily integrated into his daily life. it became his hugest obsession.

———   being a dancer never really altered his personality or other interests, though. he was still heavily inspired by the grunge movement. he loves punk music & most genres related to it. he loves the aesthetic, too. his outfits are often well thought-out & self-expressive. he wants to look like an anime character, & doesn’t care if people think it’s weird. people have thought he’s strange throughout his entire life, so he’s learned to just expect that type of reaction from others & roll with the punches. it’s not like he disagrees anyway. robby knows he’s weird.

———   he loves to study other people. his mind is very sharp & investigative in that sense. when he first meets you, he’s analyzing you. his eyes are deep & intense, & he’s a huge fan of eye contact. he can come on a little too strong for some people, even if he has a natural allure to him that could be viewed as magnetizing & intriguing. he’s not interested in small talk & wants to get into deep topics pretty quickly after meeting someone. he wants to know what makes them tick ;; what inspires them ;; what they’ve been through. clearly, for people who don’t want to share things about themselves, he can be overwhelming. he’s also not totally fair with this, either. he wants to know all about you, but he keeps himself a mystery ;; not revealing much to others unless he feels he can trust them, & sometimes not even then.

———   passion is overflowing within him, & he lives in a rather black & white manner. he either loves or hates ;; no in-between or gray area. if you’re his friend, or someone he holds close to his heart, his adoration for you is immense. he’ll protect you, have your back, & so on. though, if you’re his enemy, his hatred carries just as much weight. he will actively try & screw you over if you’ve wronged him. he believes in getting even, not getting over things. it’s similar with other things, as well. foods, hobbies, fashion items — he doesn’t really play around. it’s all or nothing for him. this passion, while heavy, can be a good thing, of course. it’s largely what keeps his head above water as a trainee. he has an extreme need to succeed. if he doesn’t, he’ll likely break.

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄.

———   i’m someone who values deep plots & connections, & i can’t wait to get things started with all of you. robby is still somewhat new to me, but i’m figuring him out as i go. i do know a lot about him though & am always happy to tell you more, or even answer any questions you may have ! i’ll likely update this in the future with additional information as i think of them, but here’s a glimpse of what i have going on so far ! please let me know if you’d like to plot. ♡♡♡

#〈 ⚠ 〉 ——— 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐. robby han.

[nlxmoon]

HEADCANONS: SO IT GOES!’ SPOTIFY PROFILE.

Hailing from San Francisco, California: So It Goes! was formed in 2012, after childhood best friends Alex Park (vocals & guitar), Diego Hernandez (bass & backing vocals) and Reggie Baliad (drums, @reggiefm ) decided to take their shared love for pop punk music to the next level and start their own band. Inspired by the likes of blink-182, Sum 41 and My Chemical Romance: the trio quickly gained local popularity, which soon enough evolved into an online following that led them to being discovered by a major label and relocate to Los Angeles. 

Ever since debuting in 2016: So It Goes! became a favorite in the alternative scene. Bringing a unique breath of fresh air to the traditional pop punk sound, by incorporating elements of electronica, pop music, and hip hop. Never afraid to evolve their sound and as unapologetic as ever, after four albums and various world tours: they continue to earn their spot as one of the main figures of modern pop punk. Their latest record, “Lowkey As Hell”, has been described by Kerrang! as “pure chaotic, but carefully-crafted, brilliance”, and it’s available everywhere now.  

FULL DISCOGRAPHY

#i got Inspired ok #meet the band<33 #Froy Gutierrez for Diego’s fc ✨ #and their music is based on Waterparks!! #yes i gave them a Travis Barker feature bc they deserved it /: #. ｡･ﾟﾟ･ HEADCANONS ━━ ( 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 )

[beatdisc]

RSD 2024 HIGHLIGHT: Unwritten Law - Blue Room (long before Scotty Mac was in the band...) on vinyl for the very first time!

Blue Room is the debut album from the San Diego-based pop punk band Unwritten Law, originally released in 1994. It was the band's first full-length album and would help establish their presence in the prolific San Diego music scene of the early 1990s. 30 years later, Suburban Noize Records is releasing it on navy blue vinyl for Record Store Day 2024.

We'll have just 8 copies available for sale from 9am tomorrow morning (we ordered more but our stock got cut down, bummer!). $65 each. No holds or preorders.

#RSDaus#BeatdiscRSD#RSD2024#unwrittenlaw#blueroomRecord Store Day Australia

[scenekidfancams]

Idobi Radio Announces "Summer School Tour" with partnership Hot Topic, Off Step and OneRPM.

Idobi Radio has announced a pop punk and scene pop revival tour, "Summer School". The lineup features Pop punk bands Stand Atlantic, magnolia park, the home team, Pop Rock Band, Honey Revenge, Scene Pop artist scene queen, and lastly alt-rock solo artist letdown.

Dates -

7/10 - 7/11 - Cincinnati and Cleveland, OH

7/12 - Nashville, TN.

7/13 - Sauget, IL

7/16 - 7/18 - Austin, Dallas, and Houston, TX

7/20 - 7/21 - Orlando and St. Petersburg, FL

7/22 - Atlanta, GA

7/23 - Charlotte, NC

7/25 - 7/26 - Philly and Pittsburgh, PA

7/27 - Sayresville, NJ

7/28 - Worcester, MA

7/30 - Chicago. IL

7/31 - Royal Oak, MI

8/2 - Omaha, NE

8/3 - Kansas City, MO

8/4 - Oklahoma City, OK

8/6 - Denver, CO

8/7 - Salt Lake City, UT

8/9 - Seattle, WA

8/10 - Portland, OR

8/13 - Sacramento, CA

8/15 - Tempe, AZ

8/16 - San Diego, CA

8/17 - Anaheim, CA

Pre-Sale Tickets will be sold on April 2, 2024 @ 12pm EST

GA Tickets will be sold on April 5th, 2024 @ 12pm EST

For more info please check out summerschooltour.com