This week’s spread is inspired by Paramore, one of my favorite bands of all time. I’ve been feeling a bit bored with my spreads lately, so for the next few weeks I’m challenging myself to create weekly spreads following a theme of some sort, whether that be one of my favorite bands, artists, shows, movies, books, musicals… you catch my drift? So excited to see these guys live in concert next month; I think I might cry!
“For all the things that you’re alive to feel, just let the pain remind you hearts can heal” -Paramore (Hate To See Your Heart Break)
1. Favorite color 2. Favorite artist/band 3. Favorite song 4. Favorite movie 5. Favorite series 6. Last Song I Listened To 7. Nighr or day? 8. Tattoos or piercings? 9. Favorite season 10. Relationship status 11. Zodiac Sign 12. What time was I born? 13. Sexual orientation 14. Favorite thing to wear 15. Eye color 16. Hair color 17. Dogs Or cats? 18. Do I sing in the shower 19. Do I collect anything 20. Favorite hobbies 21. Favorite book 22. What’s my spirit animal 23. What makes me happy 24. What book am I reading lately 25. Coffee Or tea? 26. Pizza or burgers? 27. Mountain or sea? 28. Eyes or smile? 29. Lucky number 30. Introvert or extrovert? 31. Do I like my handwriting? 32. Do I spend money or save it? 33. Do I have any strange phobias? 34. Favorite drink 35. Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? 36. Do I believe in magic/ghosts? 37. When was the last time I hugged someone? 38. Do I make my bed in the morning? 39. Do I have any nicknames? 40. Am I afraid of the dark? 41. One of my scars, how did I get it? 42. Smoked weed? 43. 3 things I love 44. What do I wear to bed? 45. A song that always makes me happy when I hear it 46. What would I want to be written on my tombstone? 47. What I’d do if I won in a lottery 48. What was the last book I’ve read 49. 3 turn-ons 50. 3 turn-offs 51. Favourite pizza toping? 52. Last night’s dream 53. If sb handed me a concert ticket, who would I want the artist to be? 54. Had sex in public? 55. Top or bottom? 56. Played on a sports team? 57. Play any musical instrument? 58. 3 best traits about me 59. 3 worst traits about me 60. What am I craving for right now? 61. Do I cook? 62. What would be my dream job? 63. Next country I’d like to visit 64. Sunset or sunrise? 65. Blondes, brunettes , red haired or whatever? 66. What do I love to buy? 67. If I had a super power, what would it be? 68. A date out in a restaurant or a cooked meal at home? 69. Favorite sexual position 70. Any question you’d like?
Monday, June 25, 2018 @ 6:30pm National Sawdust 80 N 6th St Brooklyn, NY Free, all ages
Tumblr! In celebration of 5 Seconds of Summer’s (@5sos) brand-new album, Youngblood, we’ve partnered with the band and artist Signe Pierce (@signepierce) for a completely unique, immersive fan event that you won’t want to miss. It’s not just gonna be a concert—it’s gonna be an experience.
headcanon: southside serpents at a music festival / sweet pea + reader
gif credit: jordanconnordaily
note: this is so long and unedited. mostly just me rambling ideas, definitely not well written, but that’s okay. / MASTERLIST
It’s originally toni’s idea to go to the large music festival in new york, a five hour drive from riverdale with all of you packed into mrs. fogarty’s van.
she convinces you first and it doesn’t take much, just one look at the dramatic pout on her face, hands clasped together as she begs you to help her rope the boys into coming.
fangs is next, and the mention of food trucks and a lineup with bands and artists that all of you adore pulls him on board immediately. he helps the two of you convince sweet pea- not that it takes much.
you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, smothering his face in kisses while he tries to hold his ground, rolling his eyes and muttering about how much money it’ll cost all of you, trying to be the the logical one, which fangs points out is very unlike him.
“come on sweets, what do you have against live music and two days of living our best lives away from this hell town?” toni complains, followed by, “and i doubt you wanna miss out on seeing Y/N in a cute ass outfit.”
he immediately caves, and then the four of you convince jughead to join, ensuring him that it’ll be worth it by mentioning how fun it’ll be to away from riverdale for an entire weekend.
you spend the next few months saving money for the wristbands and hotel rooms: toni works at the wyrm, you wait tables at pops, sweet pea hustles everyone at pool, jughead works at the bijou, and fangs helps out at the mechanics shop.
It’s rough, all of you trying to work as many hours as you can. but suddenly the idea of a reprieve is more enticing than ever. the past year has been exhausting, and all of you want to get away, even if it’s just for two days.
you buy the wristbands and book a couple of cheap hotel rooms, rolling your eyes at fangs’ insistence on finding one with a pool and saving the rest of your spare money for gas and food. when july finally rolls around, you pile into the van with the directions printed out.
the drive is filled with arguing over the aux cord and discussing what bands/artists you’re most excited to see, sitting in the passenger seat and turning around every so often while sweet pea drives.
you check into the hotel, two rooms with a door connecting them in the middle, one bed in each. you and toni take one bed while fangs and sweet pea take the other, jughead pulling the couch out into a makeshift bed and grumbling to himself the entire time
In the morning you all get ready; toni curls her long pink hair while you straighten yours out, braiding back a couple of sections and letting random little strands frame your face. you let toni brush a sparkling shadow over your eyelids and cheekbones, doing your makeup so it’s bold and shimmering. you dance around the hotel room, dressing up in cute bra tops and matching denim skirts, topping the look off with combat boots and light jewelry, tossing a small leather backpack over your shoulders.
the boys all wrap matching bandanas over their faces, and when sweet pea sees your outfit you watch in amusement as his eyes widen, his hand rising to lower the bandana just as his mouth drops open.
“jesus christ, angel. i’m not letting you out of my sight today.” you laugh brightly and do a little twirl under his arm before following everyone outside, still feeling his eyes on you.
the five of you have breakfast at a nearby joint before walking to the festival, and once you get their you share a smirk with toni, watching the disgruntled expression that sweet pea wears when it’s his turn to get searched over
“they do a more thorough job at southside high,” jughead mutters, reaching up to fidget with his beanie only to remember that toni made him leave it at the hotel
“got that right,” sweet pea responds, now wearing an expression of pride. “he didn’t even notice my brass knuckles… or my two pocket knives.”
“oh my god, sweet pea.”
once you’re on the festival grounds, everything is glorious. the space is filled with people, almost everyone dressed in bright and provocative outfits, music from various stages ringing out. the sky is a perfect shade of blue and the sun is out, and you beam with happiness as toni grabs your hand and eagerly pulls you to the first set on her list.
at some point the heat of the crowd is a little stifling and you smirk as you watch your boyfriend try to push his hair out of his face once again. leaning onto the tips of your toes, you untie the bandana around his neck, ignoring his questioning glance. he rests his hands on your hips and watches as you carefully fold the bandana before you lift your hands to wrap it around his head, letting the little strands of hair rest on the bright red fabric instead of his skin.
when you pull back to glance over him, a warm feeling sparks in your stomach. you love sweet pea in his leather jacket and dark colored flannels, but seeing him in a green printed button up with short sleeves, a few buttons left open and his sunglasses on his face, the sight makes butterflies rise into your stomach and all you want to do is kiss him
he raises a brow at your intent gaze, “what?”
your only answer is to lean up once again, kissing him softly and feeling him smile against your lips.
the entire day is spent dancing and when you get tired you all load up on food from various vendors before finding a free spot of grass. you have an hour until the next set so everyone relaxes, and you remind all of your friends to stay hydrated, staring down fangs until he caves and takes a large swig of the water you handed him.
sweet pea sprawls out with his head in your lap and you smile, eyes roaming over his tall form, the way he looks more content then you had seen him in a long time. you run your fingers through his hair and he grabs your other hand, intertwining your fingers and resting your hands on his chest.
the five of you watch the current artist from afar, taking in the sight of the large city and pretty colors mixing in the sky while toni and fangs go through the photos they had taken. toni shows you a photo of you and sweet pea; his arm is around your waist and you’re both grinning at one another, and the sight makes you warm with joy.
when the headliner is finally going on stage, one of the most popular djs around, you all finally get up and head closer, your hand in toni’s as she weaves around various groups of people, trying to find a good spot.
It’s a futile effort, because toni is small and no matter what she still struggles to see.
that problem is quickly resolved when the set begins and the entire crowd is buzzing. the stage lights up and the air is electric with anticipation, and as the music starts to ring out, your skin rises with goosebumps.
sweet pea makes sure you’re standing in front of him, knowing how guys can be in an atmosphere like this. no one bothers you when you’re followed by him in all of his 6’4 glory, his eyes narrowing whenever guys try to start up conversations with you or toni. you’re more than happy to lean against him, your back to his chest, both of you watching the set with content smiles.
when the music picks up and you’re all dancing, fangs heaves toni onto his shoulders, your pink haired best friend squealing in excitement as she’s finally able to see the entirety of the stage, screaming at you to get on sweet pea’s shoulders.
you snicker at her excitement and let jughead help you onto sweet pea’s shoulders, carefully gripping onto his hands that are wrapped around your thighs. you can see the entire crowd and you’re in awe of how big it is, spanning through the entire space, every person in the festival at this one stage for the long awaited set.
you lock hands with toni and both of you grin at each other in excitement, and you don’t even have to try to speak over the roar of the music, because toni already knows just how thankful you are for her insistence on all of you being here.
jughead snaps a few photos in that moment, and years later that photo still hangs on your wall, you and toni on the boy’s shoulders, hands interlocked and wide smiles on your faces as you face each other.
the next day you do it all again; dancing with your best friends, singing along to familiar songs and having the time of your lives being carefree teenagers, a rarity in the town you had lived in.
you all leave with glowy tans from being in the sun for so long, exhausted and overjoyed.
you spent the third day exploring the city, and drive home the following night the car zooming down the highway under the midnight sky and neon lights.
the atmosphere in the van is quiet, everyone sleepy beyond belief, though you clutch onto a coffee and sit facing sweet pea, determined to stay up with him as he drives.
it’s hasn’t been long when a sleepy fangs whose been in a tired daze mumbles something as he drifts off, and toni and jughead turn around to face him in confusion. “what was that buddy?”
“I said I fucking love you guys,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around his pillow with his eyes shut, completely oblivious as all of you burst into quiet laughter.
“we love you too fangs,” you chime from the front, grinning at sweet pea whose eyes are glimmering with amusement. his hand rests over your thigh, and he squeezes softly as toni and jughead return to a soft discussion about making this trip a tradition, while you sink into the happy feeling of being so content with your friends.