Worth the Pain

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies

The earth’s actually flat and Harry must have fallen off of it. He was quite clumsy—you had scars from the countless occasions he couldn’t navigate around his own feet and brought you down with him—so him managing to fall off the edge of the earth wasn’t a stretch of the imagination.

At least he better be floating through deep space, otherwise there was no reason your texts and calls should have gone unanswered the last three days. No other reason you would accept, anyway.

When you’d woken up, brain foggy and mouth dry, you couldn’t remember how you’d gotten home, let alone anything that had actually happened. It wasn’t until you reached for your phone—after growing accustomed the dull ache in your skull—and saw the Bukowski poem that you remembered what happened. And you’d laid in bed for a while, trying to figure out how to move forward. Should you text Harry? Call him? Read into the fact that his last poem was much less explicit than the previous and maybe it meant he was trying to tell you something?

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All The Things I Love About You {S.M}

non-requested// imagine where you feel as if you aren’t good enough for someone as great as shawn and he tells you everything he loves about you

author’s note// did you guys know LITERALLY all i fucking care about is taylor swift she is the ONLY woman i will ever love go buy look what you made me do on itunes RIGHT FUCKIN NOW


Shawn was perfect. It didn’t take a genius to understand that Shawn was overall the perfect man. He was the best boyfriend any girl could ever dream for, and he was fucking famous for crying out loud. He had countless fanfiction shit and stuff on the internet, and it was all so accurate. All of those dumb ridiculously gross relationship goal stuff all of the twelve year old girls wanted, was exactly what he did. He posted pictures online with you, much to his publicists dismay as she said it may cause a slight uproar in his fanbase if he were to announce he was in a relationship. He didn’t care at all, he posted photos with you, of you, posted mushy captions, all of the stuff teenage girls make edits of and post on tumblr. He took you on dates, but weirdly personal dates. Like he would take you on a picnic to a little hill by your house or that italian restaurant that was tucked away in the western corner of your town that you just loved. He took you on tour, when you could of course, and he always made sure he made time for you whenever he possibly could. 

But it was all just… way too good to be true. 

You considered yourself to be incredibly average. You didn’t have an extraordinary job, you were an architect. You had a pretty great job at a firm, which was amazing for your age and the fact you were a female but it was nothing compared to your chart topping pop star boyfriend. He was absolutely stunning, one of the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your whole life. His body was perfect, there was seemingly no flaws. Even the scar on his cheek he had gotten using his dad’s razor when he was younger that bothered him so much was the cutest thing ever. He was hot as all hell, girls wrote friggin sex fantasies about him online. You thought it was super weird, yeah sure, but still they existed. He was genuinely perfect in every single way and you were mediocre at best. 

You didn’t consider yourself super hot, and you weren’t super tiny, which is apparently what everyone thought Shawn needed. Someone considerably shorter than him, and tiny overall. You weren’t that. You were shorter than him, sure but it was due to the fact that he was more of a tower than a man, but you weren’t super tiny. You didn’t look amazing in a bikini, you don’t wear a size extra small, and overall, you just didn’t think you were what Shawn deserved. He deserved the perfect girl, and you didn’t deserve him. 

But, that was just what you thought, not what Shawn thought. When you met Shawn at gross little coffee shop in Texas, he thought you were absolutely radiating. He thought you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen, with your glowing caramel skin, and long deep ebony hair. He was dumbfounded by your beauty, how your body wasn’t one of a super model but you made it look absolutely lovely. What he loved most was that you had no idea how absolutely gorgeous you were. He hated seeing all of these admittedly stunning women at events and parties, who just know they are one of the most gorgeous human beings in the world. You were even more stunning than all of those girls he had ever seen combined, and you weren’t even aware. 

He tells you ever since then he has been absolutely smitten. So in love with you, maybe even disgustingly in love with you. You just didn’t find it realistic. You didn’t find it realistic that this perfect human being saw you as an equally perfect human. You didn’t vocalize it too much, but he knew. He knew you felt insecure. Sure, he wasn’t sure of the extent of the fact, but he knew. 

“C’mon honey, please? You haven’t sat in on Q&A in forever.” Shawn whined, trying to pull you off of the couch that you were firmly planted on in Shawn’s dressing room for the venue that night. 

“I don’t like them, I feel uncomfortable. I’m not even semi ready. I’m wearing one of your sweatshirts and shorts. I can’t go, and I don’t want to.” You told him for what felt like the eightieth time in the past five minutes.Yet, he continued to try and pull you up. “Shawn, seriously I don’t want to.” You stated as monotone as you could physically could manage. You couldn’t show any weakness in a situation like this, he was the type to call of his Q&A to talk to you and make you feel better. You hated when he did that, you hated when he would put you before that kind of stuff, it made you feel like a controlling bitch, even though every single time he told you that it was his decision, not yours, and he is more than willing to tell anyone who asks that very thing. 

“Honey, come on. They love you they always do.” Shawn knew he was lying right through his teeth. They never loved her. At best, they completely ignored her, which is what Shawn considered ‘love’ even though it was just not being a complete asshole. 

“They literally never love me, Shawn. Last time a girl told me to hang myself with one of your broken guitar strings.” It was actually incredibly sad that you weren’t exaggerating, she had actually said that. She had used her question to ask if you could do that, which was the fucking saddest thing you’d ever heard. 

“It won’t happen this time, I promise.” He let go of your hands, knowing for a fact that you wouldn’t be going with him. He looked at you with sad eyes, pulling his blue button up sleeves up to his elbows, his muscular forearms tensed up a bit and you felt a knot in your stomach. 

“Shawn, they’re right.” You groaned, pulling yourself up and somehow dodging him, which was impressive since he was such a tall muscular guy. He scoffed a little, folding his arms as you started to pace around his dressing room, your socks picking up some static electricity as you dragged your feet across the carpet. 

“If you’re saying you should hang yourself…” He chuckled, and you quickly whipped your body to face him, a glare on your face. 

“No, Shawn. They are all right.” You started, pulling the ends of your hair that was up in a ponytail to your fingers, fiddling around with the ends of it. His arms dropped to his side and his head tilted to the side a little bit, a few of his curls falling into his eyes. He started to look sad, and he knew what you were about to say was going to break his heart. “I’m not good enough for you.” You whispered, looking down at your feet. 

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Shawn hissed, taking small careful steps towards you until he was only inches away from you. 

“Shawn, I’m just not good enough for you. You’re fucking perfect, you’re the perfect man and I’m just…” You tried to think of the correct word to use but it just wasn’t coming to your brain. “me.” You sighed, looking up at him. You could feel his breath on your forehead, he was that close to you, yet you weren’t touching. His arms were shaking just a bit, so you could tell he wanted to pull you close and hold you badly but he was scared. You were glad he didn’t though, you may have started crying. 

“Do I need to list every single thing that I love about you?” He simply stated, looking you straight in your eyes. You shook your head quickly, not wanting him to waste anymore time on your insecurity than he already has. 

“No Shawn, it’s fine, i’ll get over myself, it’s ju-” He cut you off as he grabbed both of your hands. 

“The way you smile, the way you laugh when I say something that isn’t even remotely funny, the way you get so passionate about those fucking blueprints for some class that I can’t even begin to understand, how you get so emotionally invested in those Grey’s Anatomy characters to the point of tears over the fact that Christina and Owen broke up, how you taught yourself piano because you wanted to be able to play while I sing, the way you smell like peaches every single day, how incredibly aware you are of social issues, how you literally went to a black lives matter protest on your birthday because you said that was the real important stuff, how the music on your phone literally only consists of my stuff, Taylor Swift, and Billy Joel-” You laughed a little, cutting him off. 

“I also have the whole season one of Glee soundtrack.” You swung you and Shawn’s hands back and forth a little bit. It made your whole body feel warm and happy over the fact that he saw all of these little things about you and thought about how much he loved you. He noticed things more than your body and the way you moaned his name. He noticed all of those little things, those dumb things you had barely even thought about. “Shawn, I love you so much. I seriously do, and you mean everything to but I-” He took one of his hands and placed his pointer finger over your lips. 

“But nothing.” He pulled you into a big bear hug, his arms wrapping completely around your body, making you feel like you were in a huge cocoon of love. You wrapped your arms around him, trying to make your hands meet so you can fully hug him back. “It doesn’t matter if I am a pop star or a dumpster diver or if you’re an architect or a screamo lead singer. It doesn’t matter, I love you and you love me. Literally, the only thing that matters. I don’t wanna hear anymore of this ‘not good enough’ shit, got it?” He stated, trying to sound somewhat powerful and dominant. He wasn’t always good at seeming dominant and scary. 


“Got it?” He boomed, squeezing you just a little tired. 

“Got it.” You grumbled, “I’m still not going to your Q&A”

author’s note// this was deadass just me going on about how hot shawn is also buy look what you made me do on itunes

i tried to be what you wanted
smiling ear to ear in a yellow sundress
one of those girls you see in vintage films,
their hair, a perfect mess
the ones they write songs about
on their 5 string broken guitars
with saturation low and bright hues

but i was a kaleidoscope
coloured black and white
i didn’t understand grey
i brought along obsession with a pinch of euphoria
i was wild
and mild was a foreign concept to me

—  // i can’t be what you want
Gorillaz Aesthetics
  • Murdoc: Leather jackets, bruised knees, high heels, lips red from biting, piña coladas, Berlin, a rain soaked cigarette, old telescopes, scratched vinyls, whips, broken guitar strings, grandfather clocks
  • Russel: A slightly deflated basketball, marching bands, wheat, the embers of a campfire, the smell of cologne, stacks of CDs, used bookstores, skyscrapers in sunset, static on the TV, velvet jackets, silent films
  • Noodle: Fireworks, sequinned skirts, laughing so hard your chest hurts, bubblegum, a freshly sharpened carving knife, sailing boats, Polaroid photos, modern art, cat fur, smiling in anger
  • 2D: The smell of thrift stores, video tapes, Froot Loops, crumbling red brick factories, Camden market, humming quietly, silk shirts, Lego, bits of weed ground into the carpet, battered Converse, Sunday roasts, handwritten notes, diners
Lena x reader (I could use a little bit of you right now)

Originally posted by awitchpire

Request: Lena x reader : where you’re kara’s sibling and lena has a crush on you

a/n: this prompt was so fun to mess around with, so thank you for that!!! I feel like there was so much potential for ALL the dumb ideas and I just got so excited. Also, just assume you’re Alex’s biological sibling or something, nothing too deep. You’re a fam and it’s happy, that’s it LOL. I just absolutely love the Danvers sisters dynamic, and how much better is it if you get a little part in it too?

I’m a really big fan of Lena falling for someone who has pretty much the most Mundane daily routine. Like, her entire life is so full of Greatness and Legacy and constant threats of being killed, but really? Imagine being the person who gives Lena that so very desired sense of normalcy, and being the one to balance her life out like that. Imagine her coming home from L-Corp and just being able to be ordinary. I like that a lot, I think Lena deserves that

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There are two facts you can rely on in life and it follows as such: 1. you’re about as adorably oblivious as your older sister, Kara. 2. Your other sister, Alex, will stop at absolutely nothing to constantly remind you of that aforementioned fact.

You weren’t the prone to getting hit by errant cars or finding yourself dealing with shady people type of clueless - you would in fact say you are a bit too aware of your surroundings for that, a lot in part having to do with having an alien and also a special forces secret agent in the family. But that’s all technicalities.

You wouldn’t even argue with your annoying big sister, Alex, if she’d ever say you were oblivious when it came to taking a hint and realizing that people were hitting on you - it seemingly took a lot for you to realize that, and that left for a plethora of laughable situations in retrospect whenever the three of you went out together.

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Obscure Music genres and Aesthetics I Associate them with...

1. Dream Pop - summer love, short but memorable; floating on a cloud filled with iridescent bubbles and laughter; holding hands with someone you really like for the first time; pink and orange sunsets; midday naps with the window open and a gentle breeze making the curtains flutter about

2. Surf Pop - the ocean is home; summertime parties; a trip to the beach in a VW van with good friends; colorful surfboards and Hawaiian shirts; braided ankle bracelets; clear water, warm sand, and broken seashells; playing guitar around a bonfire while the sun sets

3. Cloud Rap - urban magick and mystery; hoodies and snapbacks; staring out the window during class, making shapes out of clouds; book shelf full of used journals with overflowing ideas; boots and jeans with holes in them; sitting on the roof of a building and just watching the city lights change throughout the day

4. Synthwave/Retrowave - Jem and the Holograms hair and make up; it’s the future…. but in the 80s; futuristic dance club with neon lights; flying vehicles and chrome EVERYTHING; motorcycle gangs with bloody knuckles and kick ass spirits; R O B O T L O V E; leather jackets and chokers with spikes

5. Witch House - strangeness and charm; undercuts with combat boots and dark eye shadow; androgynous people dancing with the spirits of an old house in the suburbs; sigils and Christmas lights all along the walls; animal skulls, candles, and offerings spread all over the tables, window sills, and dressers

6. Seapunk - BRIGHT colors; like vaporwave but with more dolphins; aquamarine and neon pink; palm trees and beach balls; holographic bikinis; mermaid tails and shirts with glittering purple seashells on the chest; neon make up; geometric patterns and 90s graphics

Enneagram 4 Gothic

-It’s bedtime. As your doze off, you reach over to hold your significant other. Their body is smooth and curvy. You accidentally startle them. You hear a gasp. Their voice rings out. It’s an A11/E chord. Your partner is a guitar.

-Your therapist sits behind a large mahogany desk. “When will you let yourself be happy?” she asks.Dark patches swell beneath your eyes. You don’t remember the last time you didn’t have traces of makeup smeared on your face. Is it permanent? A tear rolls down your cheek. Black eyeliner stains the tissue in your hand. “I am happy,” you whisper.

-It is storming. You stare wistfully out of a Denny’s window. “You look so sad,” a young man comments. He is oblivious to the storm brewing inside you. Thunder cracks. Lightning illuminates his face. He looks ancient. You remember one day the two of you will die. Everything is futile, even love. “You wouldn’t understand,” you respond.

-You look into a mirror. An unfamiliar face stares back. Is it your face? “Is this who I really am?” you wonder. Is this how people see you?  “I am more than my appearance,” you mumble. You are not sure if you believe it. You punch the mirror. You see your cracked reflection. Maybe now people will see you are broken.

-You bring your guitar to a friend’s house. It is time to show them your original content. You hear a disembodied voice from the corner of he room. “Play Wonderwall.” it growls. You cry.

-”Be yourself!” people chant in unison. Identical smiles stretch across their their blank faces. Their eyes have no pupils.They have no selves. You are not like them. They…don’t…understand…

-Midterms are tomorrow. You open your notebook to study. You find nothing but unfinished poetry. You don’t remember writing it. Did you ever even take notes? You look at your hands. They’re covered in words written in red ink. Or is it ink?

-”You’re so creative,” someone says. You don’t remember the last time you created something. You drink whiskey and burn old notebooks as a ritual. To destroy the old shame. You are not creative. You are destructive.


* = In the process of writing


“Could You Help Me?” (4/4)

Haunted House (4/4)

YouTube Opening Act (Ashton Irwin) 

The Set (Michael Clifford)

Project Buddies (Michael Clifford)

“I’m Like you I’m Human” (Michael Clifford)

“Treat Her Right” (Luke Hemmings)

Ansel Elgort (Ashton Irwin)

Zayn Malik (Luke Hemmings)

Tripping on National Television (Calum Hood)

Slipknot (Luke Hemmings)

Exam Studies (Luke Hemmings)

Mrs Hood? (Calum Hood)

Dark Past (Luke Hemmings)

Victoria Secret Runway (Ashton Irwin)

Smallzy Interview (Luke Hemmings)

People Magazine Awards (Luke Hemmings)

I Couldn’t Help myself (Michael Clifford)

Nose Kisses (Calum Hood)

Family Problems (Ashton Irwin)

Sorting Differences (Luke Hemmings)

The Three Dates (Luke Hemmings)

Photoshop (Luke Hemmings)

The Movie Star (Luke Hemmings)

The Elevator (Calum Hood)

Roommate’s Best Friend (Ashton Irwin)

Hip Hop (4/4)

“Sing To Me” (Ashton Irwin)

The Meet and Greet (Ashton Irwin)

Cuddling (Michael Clifford)

Abused (Luke Hemmings)

Runaway - Part One - (Luke Hemmings)

Cleaning and Dancing (Luke Hemmings)

Spain (Calum Hood)

Ex Girlfriend (Luke Hemmings)

“I’ll Save You, I’m Dr Fluke Remember?” (Luke Hemmings)

Scottish Accent (4/4)

Drunk Driver (4/4)

Diet Pills (Luke Hemmings)

Purging (Luke Hemmings)

Gender Fluid (4/4)

Switzerland (Michael Clifford)

Razor Blades (Luke Hemmings)

Paparazzi (Luke Hemmings)

Confessing to Dad (Luke Hemmings)

Shop Assistant (Michael Clifford)

Prom? (Calum Hood)

Pregnant (Luke Hemmings)

Runaway - Part Two - (Luke Hemmings)

Michael’s Sister (Ashton Irwin)

Fire and Sirens (Luke Hemmings)

YouTube Covers (Luke Hemmings)

Management and Calum’s Sister (Luke Hemmings)

Brother and Sister (Michael Clifford)

Guitars (Michael Clifford)

Men’s Shirts (Luke Hemmings)

Finland (Ashton Irwin)

Fireplace (Luke Hemmings)

Drunk (Ashton Irwin)

Winner Gets You (4/4)

Hyperhidrosis (Calum Hood)

Non Water-Proof Foundation (Luke Hemmings)

Latin (Ashton Irwin)

Competing - Part One - (Cake)

Abandoned (Luke Hemmings)

Groupie (Luke Hemmings)

Suck in Panties (Luke Hemmings)

Insecurities (Luke Hemmings)

Competing - Part Two - (Cake)

Jealousy (Calum Hood)

Tears and Wedding Planning (Michael Clifford)

“I Was The Guy” (Michael Clifford)

Happily Drunk (Michael Clifford)

Hickeys (Luke Hemmings) - SORTA SMUT -

Management (Luke Hemmings)

Late Night Chats (Michael Clifford)

Leather Jacket (Calum Hood)

Road Trips (Ashton Irwin)

Tattoo Artist (Luke Hemmings)

Massage (Luke Hemmings)

Party Arguments (Michael Clifford)

Coachella (Luke Hemmings)

“Sit on my lap?” (Luke Hemmings) - SMUT -

Body Shots (Luke Hemmings) - SMUT - 

Merman (Luke Hemmings) 

Broken Guitar (Luke Hemmings)

Tour Puppy (Luke Hemmings)

Paps and Self Hate (Calum Hood)

Feelings (Calum Hood)

Kidnapped (Calum Hood)

Couple Costumes (Calum Hood) - HALLOWEEN EDITION -

Trick or Treat (Michael Clifford) - HALLOWEEN EDITION -

Sexy Costume (Calum Hood) - HALLOWEEN EDITION -

The Pineapple Costume (Malum) - HALLOWEEN EDITION -

Pumpkin Carving (Calum Hood) - HALLOWEEN EDITION -

Selena Gomez (Luke Hemmings)

Stomach Pains (Michael Clifford)

Superstar - Part one - (Luke Hemmings)

Master Sergeant (Calum Hood)

NASA - Part One - (Calum Hood)

Christmas Jingles (Calum Hood) - CHRISTMAS EDITION -

Unexpected Feelings (Ashton Irwin)

Business Assignments (Michael Clifford)

Superstar - Part Two - (Luke Hemmings)

NASA - Part Two - (Calum Hood)

Plane Rides (Luke Hemmings)

Prince (Ashton Irwin)

Unexpected Feelings - Part Two - (Ashton Irwin)

Breaking Down (Michael Clifford)

Zombie Apocalypse (4/4)

Café (Malum)

Playlist Live (Michael Clifford)

Super Bowl (Calum Hood)

Library (Ashton Irwin)

Robbed (Michael Clifford)

Roommates (4/4)

Teen Choice Awards (Luke Hemmings)

“Are you okay? (Ashton Irwin)

Weren’t Meant to be (Calum Hood)

Waiter, help! (Ashton Irwin)

Stripper (Luke Hemmings) - SMUT -


Stay by Mayday Parade (Luke Hemmings)

Ultraviolence by Lana Del Ray (Michael Clifford)

First Date by Blink 182 (Michael Clifford)

Talking Body by Tove Lo (Luke Hemmings) - SMUT -

Dark Enough by Amanda Lopiccolo (Michael Clifford) 

Invisible by Hunter Hayes (Calum Hood) 

Strings by Shawn Mendes (Ashton Irwin) 

One Last Time by Ariana Grande (Calum Hood)

Outer Space by 5 Seconds Of Summer (Ashton Irwin)

Falling Away by Our Last Night (Ashton Irwin)

Ashlands Song by Peter Hollens (Luke Hemmings)

San Francisco by 5 Seconds Of Summer (Calum Hood)

I Think You Were In My Profile Picture Once by Modern Baseball (Ashton Irwin)

Crash by You Me At Six (Michael Clifford)

Everywhere by Tonight Alive (Luke Hemmings)


High School Musical (4/4)

Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainer (4/4)

Title by Meghan Trainer (4/4)

The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez (4/4)

Somebody Like You by Adele (4/4)

Love Me Harder  by Ariana Grande (Lashton) (Malum)

The Memory by Mayday Parade (4/4)

Close as Strangers by 5SOS (4/4)

Last Night by Good Charlotte (4/4)

Lies by McFly (4/4)

Jet Lag by Simple Plan (4/4)

End of All Things by Panic! At The Disco (4/4)

Sign Language by Kenetics and One Love ft. Wynter Gordon (4/4)


Confesses Love (4/4)

Broken Ribs (4/4)

Tomboy (4/4)

Newly-weds (4/4)

Fire Fighter (4/4)

Pet Buying (4/4)

Older Brothers (4/4)

French (4/4)

Eating Disorders (4/4)

Barrel Racer (4/4)

Cancer Survivor (4/4)

Soldiers (4/4)

Anxiety Attack (4/4)

Christmas Gifts (4/4) - CHRISTMAS EDITION -

Victoria Secret Model (4/4)

Asexual (4/4)

Strange Habits (4/4)

Fibromyalgia  (Lashton)

Studio Naps (Lashton)

Ticklish (4/4)

Swedish (Lashton)

Social Anxiety (Muke)

Purity Ring (Malum)


Three Cheers for Five Years by Mayday Parade (Luke)

Tonight by With Confidence (4/4)

I Swear This Time I Mean It by Mayday Parade (Luke) -TRIGGERING -

Save Your Heart by Mayday Parade (Luke) - TRIGGERING -

They Don’t Know About Us by One Direction (Calum)

Fallin’ For You by Colbie Calliat (Michael)

Colours (Ashton Irwin)


Visiting on Tour (Ashton Irwin)

Days Off (Michael Clifford)

Calum’s Sister (Luke Hemmings)

Cheating (Luke Hemmings)

YouTube Girlfriend  (Calum Hood)

Internet Famous Girlfriend (Michael Clifford)

Niall’s Sister (Luke Hemmings)

YouTube Famous Girlfriend (Ashton Irwin)

Best Friend Tag (Ashton Irwin)

Michael Myers (4/4) - HALLOWEEN EDITION -

Halloween Party (4/4) - HALLOWEEN EDITION -

Twitter conversations (Luke Hemmings)

Good Girl Turns Bad (Calum Hood)

Relationship (Luke Hemmings)

Pen Pals (Michael Clifford)

Meeting in the Street (4/4)

Moving Away (Ashton Irwin)

Confessing (Luke Hemmings)

Cheating and Admitting (Luke Hemmings)

Victoria Secret Girlfriend (Calum Hood)

Not Moving On (Calum Hood)

Vlogger Girlfriend (Luke Hemmings)

Not Admitting (Ashton Irwin) 

“I’m gay" (4/4)

Hasn’t Been the Same (Michael Clifford)

College Party (Luke Hemmings)

Show Off (Calum Hood) 

Short Jokes (4/4)

Height Teasing (Ashton Irwin)

Serial Killer (Luke Hemmings)

Best Friends (Michael Clifford)

Tour Managers’s Daughter - Part One - (Calum Hood)

Tour Manager’s Daughter - Part Two - (Calum Hood)


| Calum | | Luke | | Ashton | | Michael |


anonymous asked:

br*n doing camisado without ryan just feels a little ??????? direspectful like its clearly rlly personal its abt his fuckign dad dying and rat man urine has no business ????? simging it without him??????? idk maybe i'm just being an angry stan

I didnt wanna be that person. But thats shit i thought of too. Ngl to yall. Im kinda mad-ish. Like, i remember everyone bein like, okay cool hes not doing anything out of fever bc it was about ryans dad and everything. But like, what happened now gurl… what changed? Seemes like exploitation to me. Is there a willing audience for fever era nostalgia? Yes. Will that audience be pissed bc the band is gone? Yes. How do we appease them? By doing a gimmickey homage to broken guitars and photographs from back in the day ! Yeah, the fans will dig that shit!! . It’s true i did. And while i was diggin it all up, i thought to myself, damn, they are sooo doing this for money and to make it look like brendons not forgetting his past and make him look softer in our eyes. Makes sense. Great career move or whatever, but can it be a dick move as well? Yes. Do i consider it to be? Yes IT’S A SONG ABOUT RYAN ROSS DEAD AND ABUSIVE FATHER WHAT THE FUCK

anonymous asked:

MEME BOY HEADCANONS Jared's Instagram page is pretty much filled with really obscure memes that no one really gets. That doesn't stop him from posting them.If he wants to get someone's attention, I feel like he'd be that kinda person that'd like spam people. Just... Evan's phone just keeps buzzing and it's like 8:30 on a Saturday morning. He checks it to see about 100 messages from Jared, varying from 'answer me tree fucker' to 'do you ever wonder if penguins have feelings?'

MEME BOY HEADCANONS PT. 2 Jared claims to be an ‘edgelord’, but in reality he’s the biggest goddamn softie on the planet. “My favourite drink is bleach.” “Bullshit. It’s a white chocolate mocha!” Even though Jared’s Jewish, his favourite phrase is ‘Jesus Christ!’ Jared attempts to learn how to play the guitar by getting Zoe to teach him. It doesn’t end well.“How the hell do you do this??!!” “Jared, that’s only a basic G chord.” “What the!!” *terribly out of key guitar sound, followed by a scree


ok so, jared is always like posting jewish memes ?? and he sometimes photoshops evan into memes to be the reaction. so the meme will say something like “when u hear your moms car pulling up and haven’t done any chores yet” and it’s just a photo of evan, mid run and then the photo beside it is him face planting the floor and jared thinks he’s. hilarious.

the murphy’s, alana and evan have become numb to the memes. they just accept that he won’t stop ever.

evan is. Worried ?? so it’s three am and he can’t sleep because he’s feeling a bit sad about whatever, and then his phone vibrates A MILLION TIMES AND he thinks something’s wrong so he grabs it and nearly drops it and it’s just jared sending fucking pepe memes or asking him why lampshades exist or if eating glass like the baby grinch does is actually possible.

also, jared never stops calling evan tree boy. EVER. and evan, the poor fella has to just take it and say “I FELL OUT OF A TREE ONE TIME” or “you’re just jealous of my tree knowledge”

jared ‘i’ll say i’ll knock you the fuck out if you even look at me but in reality i’ll just smile and wave before falling to the ground out of fear’ kleinman.

“zoe your guitar is broken”

“no jared you’re just not doing it right”

“shut the fuck up”

meanwhile, evan sits in the corner, observing, wondering what he did in a past life to deserve a real life meme as a friend.

Behind The Curtains

A/N: I have now caught up on Rick and Morty, and I am so happy and still obsessed lol. I was kind of craving young Rick Sanchez in his band days, and I’ve never done a reader insert for RnM, so let’s give it a shot! 
Des: You love to mess with Rick whether it’s on stage or back stage, and now it’s your turn to be messed with. (Young!Rick Sanchez X Reader)

The music was always deafening. The air was always hazy with fog from the machines and people lighting joints in the crowd. The lights hurt your eyes and the flashing and blaring of the colored lights was enough to send you into a seizure. 

You loved every second of it. 

This was your scene, to say the least. The roaring metal music, the crowd screaming, the lovely sound of someone crying out in pain as they broke their leg trying to crowd surf; yeah, good stuff. Too bad you only helped out as a manager to The Flesh Curtains. 

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Just then the side door opened and Ivan breezed in, panting for breath as though he had just run a marathon.

“Hi there, fellas. Look, I’ve brought Paul along.”

The next figure to step through the doorway was Paul McCartney carrying his guitar. I think I was the only person in the group to look up as Paul walked over. John, by this time, had gathered another chair for himself and had his feet up, intent on replacing the broken string on his guitar. I knew Paul from the Institute and he recognised me.

“Hiya, Paul, glad you could make it,” I said.

Paul’s face relaxed a little as he saw a face he knew.

“Hiya, Len.”

There was no response from John; he didn’t even look up. After Ivan had introduced Paul to the other members of the group, he then approached John, who was still engrossed in tuning up the guitar string he had just put on. He looked up as if to say: “What are you bothering me for now?” It was an impatient sort of look.

“John, this is Paul. Paul McCartney, you know. I told you that I would bring him along.”

John took his feet off the chair and said simply, “Hi Paul,” then carried on tuning his guitar.

There was no shaking of hands, and he didn’t stand up to greet him. Paul just stood there.

“Hello John,” he said in his polite manner. “Do you need any help with that?”

John pulled up the now vacant chair. “Yeah, okay. Sit down.”

Paul sat down, took John’s guitar and handed him the guitar that he had brought along. Paul’s guitar was left-handed and so his guitar was strung the opposite way to that of a right-handed guitarist, but that didn’t matter when it came to the simple tuning of a guitar.

“Hey,” exclaimed John as he inspected Paul’s guitar. “It’s strung the other way round.”

“Yes, I play left-handed.”

Paul then took a pitch pipe guitar tuner out of his pocket, playing the first in an open manner and at the same time blowing into his tuner.

“There, that’s better. I’ll just check that the other strings are in tune.”

The rest of us looked on admiringly as Paul showed his dexterity with the guitar.

“Hey fellas,” said John, looking at us, “he’s good – we’ll have to have him in the group.”

As I explained previously, this was our joking response to anyone that ever showed musical talent, rather than a serious or literal proposition. He was not as yet officially inviting Paul into the group. Ivan looked on happily with an expression which seemed to say: “There, you see, I told you he was good, didn’t I?”

“Thanks Paul, it would have taken me ages to do that,” said John sincerely.

—  Len Garry, John, Paul and Me: Before The Beatles. (1997)
“I can fix this” (Happy Lowman)

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Happy is a little (a lot) out of character.

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“Doll I need your help” Happy said “With what Hun” I responded we were at the clubhouse alone surprisingly usually everyone is here even the croweaters but there was no one in sight. “I might have broken Tigs guitar” He said I whipped my head around to see him with a sheepish smile.

 “You what” I spoke deadly calm just like he taught me. Even he looked worried of what’s going to happen Tig was very protective of this guitar he won’t even let his brothers touch it.

“Well shit” I said he nodded “How bad did you break it” I asked “Like a lot” He stated while shrugging his shoulders “I’ll go get it” I nodded my head. I sat back down on the bar stool reaching over to get a bottle of vodka “Whatever the fuck is out there please fucking help us with the shit” I whispered before taking a swing at the bottle.

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[Letter from Richey Edwards to Alistair Fitchett, transcription below]

Sat 12 Jan

“Cut word lines – Cut music lines – Smash the Control Images – Smash the Control Machine – Burn the books – Kill the priests – Kill! Kill! Kill!” - William Burroughs

Dear Alistair,

Thanks for the letter. Pretty inspiring, after all the tons of bullshit mail we get. It arrived on Wednesday just as we were about to leave for London (again). At last someone who understands the Situationists etc. We actually went up to meet Jamie Reid. Still so full of hate and desire to change. Anyone who turned a portrait of the Queen in a mass image must be cool. Popularism. Afterwards we had an age long interview with Sounds. A definite 2 page article, probable front cover. I don’t feel a prostitute for appearing in the music papers. Like you said, there is nothing wrong with HYPE if the goal is not profit. Best of all it’s not even hype cos the papers ask to talk to us. It’s been so long since they’ve met an intellectual band. Last night we played a public school in Surrey and turned the place upside down. The assembled forces of WEA/EMI/SONY/DEFJAM were all there and none can understand. That we reject the audience. That we smash our instruments etc. We celebrate our own obsolete form. That there is no value in production line product. That for every broken Gibson guitar there is another one off the shelf tomorrow. Capitalism ruins. Nothing is personal or of value. They are all so dumb. WAR starts in a few days – the A+R men accept that; they accept bodybags, amputees, cripples, walking wounded, but they can’t accept a smashed guitar. On stage we destroy ourselves, we destroy our form of communication. Cos deep down we know music is irrelevant to real life. That’s what MOTOWN JUNK is about. About how music sometimes offers salvation and inspires but you still gotta face the poverty of work, life, forever. We realized it a long time ago.

The first verse goes

“Never ever wanted to be with you
All you ever gave was the boredom I
suffocate in
Adrift in cheap dreams don’t stop the rain
Numbed out in piss towns just wanna
dig their graves.”

And that last line sums it up. Here I am, in a shithole home town and INSPIRAL CARPETS talk about T-shirts sales in LA. Is that gonna save me??

All our songs offer is NEGATIVITY, CHAOS, DESPAIR. I realize when you say that we should offer more but that’s not what we’re about. We wanna create so much hate that we get swept away, we get destroyed. We are building our musical career on weak foundations that are designed to collapse within a year of our 1st number one. We are the last rock n’ roll band. Rock n’ roll is dead. But it’s our only culture. ‘Suicide Alley’ spat on its corpse. We wanna be gone as soon as possible. The biggest statement we can make is to become the biggest band in the world and then immediately split up.

And that’s what I don’t understand about Kevin Pierce (Esurient). I got a letter from him calling us “faggots…cowards, etc”. Faggots because we wear eyeliner (We wear eyeliner cos we wanna be seen as D.I.Y. style, surgeons, an attempt to uglify ourselves; the same reason we spray our clothes with slogans) and cowards because we smash equipment i.e. rock n’ roll cliche. Surely the biggest cliche is just being in a band, just standing there and singing. That cliche is thousands of years old. Believing in auto-destruction may be old-hat but at least there’s a reason behind it. What reason trad rock format? Also he said we we were pathetic appearing in N.M.E. Surely the biggest crime is not appearing at all. Would Marx be a better person if he had never put his thoughts to paper? Would Lenin be better if he realized there would be revolution and then did nothing about it? I don’t think so. Our aim is to reach as many people as possible. BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. We’re on SNUB TV on January 21st and MARK GOODIER session Jan 28th.  A tour starts Jan 23rd. We’re off to Paris to meet some still revolutionaries in March and then there’s a chance we’ll be working with the Bomb Squad (Public Enemy producers) early summer in New York. And that will produce the most vicious song ever. Anyway, thanks for the tape. Unfortunately we are completely familiar with every single song. But I’ve used the tape for some of our songs.

1/ REPEAT – Repeat after me
Death sentence heritage
Death camp palace
Royal Khmer Rouge
Imitation Demi-gods
Useless Generation of
Dumb flag scum
Repeat After Me,
Fuck Queen and Country

-I accuse history, I accuse
I don’t need your history

We blur into images of state coercion
Classified machines die misunderstood
City reflections pour out misery
We don’t count, so we hate

4/ YOU LOVE US – Until I see love in statues
Your lessons drill inherited sin

Jam your brains with broken heroes
Love your masks and adore your chaos
MP’s dress up now TV is danger
Westminster more ugly than a gas chamber
Don’t wanna see your face
Don’t wanna hear your words
Why don’t you just fuck off

Everyone stares with the glaze of obsession
Interlocking cartels bypassing the bone
The empty statement of art school dissension
Institutionalized expression of mass control

Parliament mother of the United Nations
Mother of history’s dead sun, dead scum
D.N.A. of restriction and law
Death, famine, darkness, and war
I don’t see happy homes but the Belfast
Wall, In Walkman Sounds hear
Sony control

Communal tyranny a jail that bleeds our wrists

9/ SORROW 16
Cut your hair in front of businessmen
Kill yourself and censor health
Destroy work and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked
The wall is a reason for you to believe
There’s too many numbers for us to sleep

England’s glory lives on in worldwide
genocide. So celebrate Buchenwald
as her Majesty’s heir. Now an
obsolete face on a currency of
illusion. No matter what we own
we can’t buy freedom.

Anyway, let us know what you think.

Love, Richey XXX

Tiger lilies bloom beyond
the bathroom window.
We grow wild here.
Down the street and
around the block.

I never saw a tiger lily
until I loved you in
a state I never knew.
In a different life
with different friends.
We’re unrecognizable.

I want to write only to you.

About how much it means
to me that you made a ring
out of your broken guitar
string so I can wear it on
my unpolished finger
that you adore for being
less than conventional.

—  warm up #2
I am tired and uninspired
I am used batteries
I am talentless and stale
I am a book that’s been read
and now just sits on the shelf
I am a broken guitar string
I am useless
I am invisible
And everyday I feel like I’m at war with the world
Some days I feel like I’m standing on the tallest mountain screaming at the top of my lungs,
“Look at me! Please look at me!”
If loneliness ever needed a definition it would be me
I see countless faces everyday
But do they see me?
I am alone
I am invisible
All I want to do is help people like me
I want to hold you and kiss your scars and say,
“I swear to God it’ll be okay.
Not today, but one day.
One day you will wake up and smile for no damn reason”
But today, we can cry
Today we can be invisible
Today we can be invisible
—  Nick Heck
Teardrops on My Guitar

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Requested by anonymous: can u do an imagine where’s accidentally break his guitar and he gets mad and kicks u out but then realized that he overreacted?? I love ur writing btw it makes my day


Shawn had been working all day and had been cooped up in the studio with Andrew and Geoff.

Shawn decided he could take a break and take you out for lunch, needing some one-on-one time with you, plus a break.

Shawn pushes his shades back up his nose, looking to the side before taking a sip of his water.

You bite your lip, not wanting to tell him that you noticed something was off - but something needed to be said.

“What’s wrong, love?” You ask, reaching out to touch his face, but he shrugged you off.

Something was obviously wrong if he was not wanting to be touched by you.

“Just having a hard time with this one song and it’s pissing me off.” He mutters.

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