chris wood+ musical talent ♡ It’s a little known fact that you can sing, you’ve had some training. Is there a music career down the line for you? Do you record music on your own?
I write but pretty selfishly for me. It’s something that I do to release and find comfort. I’m actually pretty shy when it comes to music. I’m better at, like on tour, playing the Pantages in front of however many thousand people. I’m better at that than like if there’s six of us in a room and someone hands me a guitar. I’m like petrified. I’ll sweat and get nervous. Do you play guitar and any other instruments? I play drums and some piano, and a bunch of random, weird instruments. But yeah, guitar is sort of my go-to. It’s more of a comfort and a private time kind of thing for me at the moment. But who knows.
On this day in music history: June 27, 1989 - “Cosmic Thing”, the fifth album by The B-52’s is released. Produced by Don Was and Nile Rodgers, It is recorded at Dreamland Recording Studio in West Hurley, NY and Skyline Studios in New York City from Late 1988 - Early 1989. After the loss of original guitarist Ricky Wilson in October 1985 and the lukewarm reception to the “Bouncing Off The Satellites” album, the veteran new wave band take a three year long hiatus from the music business before regrouping. In the interim, Keith Stickland having switched from the drums to playing guitar (having learned Wilson’s unique guitar tunings), begin composing new material in 1988. Playing some of the new songs for his bandmates, The B-52’s begin writing and playing together again. Their first album of all new studio material in over three years. Returning to the studio in late 1988, the band work with Was (Not Was) bassist Don Was fresh off of producing Bonnie Raitt’s comeback album “Nick Of Time”, and Chic guitarist and producer Nile Rodgers. The album features additional musicians including former Gang Of Four bassist Sara Lee, drummers Steve Ferrone (AWB, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers), Sonny Emory (Earth, Wind & Fire, Bruce Hornsby), and Charley Drayton (Divinyls). It is an artistic and commercial triumph upon its release, and is the biggest selling album of their career. It spins off four singles including “Love Shack” (#3 Pop), “Roam” (#3 Pop) and “Deadbeat Club” (#30 Pop) “Cosmic Thing” peaks at number four on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 4x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.
Listen listen listen. Tired emo Sav is thinking... What if Anti secretly writes poetry? Like he doesn't say it cause he thinks it's weird but he's actually pretty decent? Or is that too weird? I need thoughts. Halp.
I have a thing that Glitch can play the drums, proficiently, and is embarrassed because drums.
coolio. how about a percussionkind weapon for a knight of rage? he has an interest in drumming specifically and has a wide array of sticks, wooden and plastic alike. he's very impulsive, and possible ingredients scattered everywhere include various pocket/folding knives, video games, and books (mainly fiction). please let me know if that's enough info and ill be glad to add more. thanks a lot!
I very much recommend the Sound Of War.
It is a small, simple drum that you may bring into any battle. Don’t let its size deceive you however, for as soon as you begin to play a rhythm on this drum, you may turn the tide of the battle to your favor.
This drum is connected to all who are currently participating in the same battle as you, both allies and foes alike. Its’ simple rhythms may help or harm you, depending on your skill.
A skilled player may play a rhythm in such a way as to imbue their allies with razor-sharp focus, speed and strength beyond their normal abilities, and the will to live and survive beyond injuries that would normally end them. Likewise, a skilled player could turn the organs of their foes against the owners, filling them with glass shards and red hot magna and all other manner of awful things.
Should the player of this drum falter in their rhythm, then all hell might break loose. Enemies will fail to die, allies begin to have their stamina drained at a faster rate and become more susceptible to attacks, and the player of the drum might become lost in the Melodies of Carnage.
Take care O’ Knight of Rage, that you do not lose yourself to the Drum, for you would doom yourself and your allies to failure.
If you have faith in your abilities, then you may alchemize this drum using A Drummer Boy’s Bottled Consciousness, A Metronome, Medals of Honor and Power, and The Art Of War by Sun Tzu.
If the Fantomestein gang was a band, who would play what?
What kind of band? Rock band? A cappella band? Accordion band? Hmm…
I guess I can see Christine playing a variety of instruments…probably guitar, keyboard, and drums? Raoul on keyboard/piano too? Daroga would play a saxophone, for sure. TC would prefer behind-the-scene sound mixing or something…as far away from the stage as possible.
Extended Imagine Requested by Anon: can you do am imagine where Shannon is on tour and you really miss him so you go out and get super drunk and he gets super worried and pissed. He comes home and wait for you and come in and he gets even more pissed seeing how drunk you are and it turns into a big fight and the reader yells “Maybe I just miss you !” And it gets really sweet and ends with smut sidenote: Y/BF/N = your best friend’s name; smut
You hated it, hated being separated from your
boyfriend for so long. Of course, you were happy for him, he got to live his
dream and tour the world playing drums in a band with brother. But this meant
he would be gone for months at a time and because you were working, tagging
along wasn’t an option. Shannon would try and call you almost every day and
facetime, but it just wasn’t enough. You hid it from him, though. You didn’t
want him to feel guilty.
Shannon has been gone for one and half months now, on a tour through North
America. You had planned on visiting him but your plans were cancelled when you
colleague got sick, and you weren’t able to take some days off anymore. To say
that you were upset was an understatement. Friday night came around and you
just wanted to forget about missing him for a while, so you went out with
friends to let loose and just get drunk.
You went to club and started the night with a few shots. As the night went on,
you had downed a couple of cocktails, many shots (you lost count after 5) and
now you were completely drunk, making your way to the dancefloor. Your friends were
starting to get worried. They were all for you having a good time, but they
felt like you reached your limit. Of course, they knew why you were acting this
way. The only thing, they thought might help, would be to call Shannon. As far as
they knew, he was playing in a city not far from home, so they hoped he would
come and look after his girlfriend.
“Hello, Shannon? Yeah, it’s Y/BF/N, can you come home? Y/N isn’t feeling all
too well…”, she said with a concerned look in your direction. You didn’t notice
them starring at you and it was too loud in the club for you to hear that they
were talking to Shannon.
Hearing that his girlfriend wasn’t well, he immediately grabbed his keys and
got in his car to drive home. Your friends pulled you from the dancefloor and
drove you home as well, before you got anymore drunk.
“Guys.”, you slurred, “Why are we going home already? The night still young.” “Because
you are completely drunk, Y/N, and if we had left you there, you’d only regret
tomorrow.” You started to pout. “You’re all mean.” They shook their heads, they
loved you but drunk-you could be a pain the ass.
After they had dropped you off at home and put you to bed, you waited quietly
for them to leave. Then you went back into the living room to the liquor
cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka, continuing to party on your own.
Almost 2 hours after Shannon got the call, he finally arrived home. He opened
the door, to hear music blaring through the house. “Y/N!”, he called out. He
walks into the living room and sees you dancing on the table with the bottle of
vodka on your lips. “Y/N! What the hell?! Get down there, before you hurt
yourself!”, he said angrily. ‘Not feeling well, huh’, he thought to himself. You
finally noticed him, “Shannon, hi, come up here with me, it’s so much fun.” In
your state, you didn’t yet notice how pissed he was. He walked over to you
grabbed the bottle and yanked it from your grip. “What the fuck, Shannon. I was
drinking that!” “A lot of it apparently.”, he said under his breath. “What was
that?”, you asked him with your eyebrows raised. Now you were starting to get
angry. “Am I not allowed to have fun? I mean, you can go travel around the
world having the time of your life and I can’t even have a night-out, without
the fun-police coming rushing home. Typical.” “What’s that supposed to mean,
huh? Of course, you’re allowed to have fun, but do you really need to get
yourself drunk? Now get down off that
table!”, he commanded. “No!” “For fuck’s sake, Y/N.”, he pulled you over to him
and carried you down from the table. “Let go off me!”, you struggled in his
arms. He put you back down, so you were now standing in front of him. “Why did
you drink so much? It’s not like you.”, he asked, still pissed off but also
worried. Your behavior was completely out of the ordinary.
“Maybe, I just miss you! …and needed to forget about it for a while.”, tears
were starting to form in your eyes. “Do you even know what it’s like, to know
that you’re who knows where, having fun, enjoying life, probably hardly ever
thinking of me. While I’m stuck here.” Tears were now rolling down your cheeks.
His face softened, “Oh Y/N, why did you never say anything?”. “Sure, so that I’m
the bitch who ruins it for you.” He walks over to you, grabs your chin and
makes you look at him. “Don’t you ever say something like that about yourself again!”,
he wipes away the tears on your face and rests his forehead against yours. “I
miss you, too. So much. Every morning when I wake up, I think about you. What
you’ll be doing that day, if you miss me…”, he takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh. “I’m so
sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I just left you here alone.”, he
pulls you into a hug. “’m sorry, too. Maybe
I should’ve just told you how I felt instead of acting out.”
You pulled apart and just stare at each other for moment.
“I love you so much, you know that, right.”, he tells you, while tucking your
hair behind your ear. You nod, “I love you, too Shannon.” He leans down to kiss
you. His lips feel so soft against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck,
to pull him even closer. The kiss turns from soft to passionate. After being so
long apart, you both want to feel each other close again. Shannon squeezes your
bum, signaling to jump. You comply and wrap your legs around his waist. He
carries you to your bedroom, not once breaking the kiss. He carefully lays you
down on the bed. He takes off his shirt and reconnects you lips eagerly. “Shannon”,
you moan his name. He lets his hands wander over your body, squeezing your
breasts. He lifts your shirt, and removes it from your body. Your bra quickly
follows. He attaches his lips to your nipple and starts sucking and swirling
his tongue around it. “Shannon, I need you.”, you whine. You can feel him
smirking. He places soft kisses along you belly until he reaches the waistband
of your jeans, and takes them off, along with your panties. He stands up and
steps out of his pants and boxers and repositions himself over you. “I can’t
wait to feel you around me again.”, he groans. You can feel his erection
between your thighs. “Please, I need you.” He kisses you softly as he enters
you. You moan, finally feeling him again. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight.”, you
moan in response and he starts thrusting. “Y/N, fuck, I’m close.” “Me, too”.
He slips a hand between your thighs and starts rubbing your clit. You buck your
hips up, to meet his thrust and create more friction. He buries his head in
your neck, “I’m gonna cum.”, “Then let go baby.”, you moan in his ear. You
clench around him and he lets go. You both cum together.
Panting, you lie in his arms. “I love you so much Y/N. And we’ll figure
something out, I’m not leaving you behind again.” You smile and place a kiss on
his chest. “I love you, too.”
Hey girly could you ship me? I'm 5'3" My hair is straight and brown. I'm probably too nice for my own good sometimes I love playing video games and listening to any new music. I also am in my schools marching band playing the Snare drum and love playing softball ❤️❤
I ship you with… Tobi!
Heya girl.. I know the obvious choice is Chris but I thought I’d mix it up and I think Tobi and you would be so sweet together. Both of you are just as sweet and nice as one another and would always be on the same page. He would be nothing short of supportive in all of your extracurricular activities and would love that you like to get involved. Considering his love for music, you would always be listening to something new and he would introduce you to all sorts of genre’s you wouldn’t normally listen to. And of course you wouldn’t have a short of video games any time soon…
i have spotify open, right now on my computer, do you want me to put you on blast? do you want me to blast you? cuz i got your history right here in the side bar: take it back by jimmy buffet; nautical wheelers by jimmy buffet; jolly mon sing by jimmy buffet; steamer by jimmy buffet; treat her liKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET; MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET; WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUM BY JAMES BUFFET; HAVANA DAYDREAMING BY JIMMY BUFFET, what the FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU (i had a case of the mondays!) are you fucking HAUNTED? are you fucking POSSESSED? you USED to be my BROTHER
(I had a case of the mondays! i had those old monday blues! i was just tryin to chase em away!)
Maybe the old and new gods could just settle their differences in a Eurovision style competition.
Technical Boy: plays his vape thing like a kazoo; it is on fire Media: David Bowie outfit and surrounded by TVs that are on fire Mr. Wednesday: sings old Viking songs while ravens play drums that are on fire Bilquis: consumes an electric guitar with her vagina; the guitar is NOT on fire because ow Shadow: mostly stands around looking baffled and flexes his muscles periodically; his undershirt is on fire
would you happen to have any ridiculous Lestat quotes? im looking for new tattoo ideas thankssssss
Oooh! That’s a cool idea… Fandom, let’s gather some ridiculous Lestat quotes for a tatt on this post. Mention the book it came from, too, if you can.
Here’s some I grabbed from IWTV, they’re not all ridiculous but they might work as a tatt, anyways. They all sound like canon to me, but check a legit copy of the book bc these are from an unreliable PDF.
so madly in love with the night that you lose your way!
You’re dying, that’s all; don’t be a fool.
You’ll have to bed down with me this morning. I
haven’t prepared you a coffin.
If I want to sleep all day
and drink all night, I’ll do it, damn you!
Now, I’m getting into the coffin, and you will get in on top of me if you
know what’s good for you.
The hell I won’t!
He’s dead, you idiot!
Don’t be such a damned idiot. Haven’t you ever seen a rat?
Rats can be quite nice
[Re: a shattered crystal glass that he shattered] You don’t mind, do you? I surely hope you
don’t, because there’s nothing much you can do about it if you do
I’d like to meet the devil some night, I’d chase him from here to the wilds of the Pacific. I
am the devil.
I ought to drive your horse
into the swamps. You’d have to dig yourself a hole and smother!
You whining coward of a vampire who prowls the night killing alley
cats and rats and staring for hours at candles as if they were people and standing in the rain like a zombie until your clothes are drenched and you smell like old wardrobe trunks in attics and have the look of a
baffled idiot at the zoo. (<— This is probably too long but a piece of it might work, like “Staring at nature like a baffled idiot at the zoo” which is my tag for cool nature-related stuff, and some ppl have even adopted it from me.)
You’re being morbid! It’s almost dawn.
can give you death more easily than I gave you life!
Did I kill him or did I not kill
him! What’s your guess?