#palma violets

[deaddadsclubb]

Intro ₊˚⊹⋆

dead dads club’s biggest fan basically ..

one of tumblrs only existing palma violets fan since 2019

unfortunately I do not write anymore :(

my fav artists are : the libertines, babyshambles, dirty pretty things, trampolene, Fontaines dc, dead dads club, gently tender and anything in the tags!!

>> DNI GCESTERS <<

the arcadian dream has fallen through, but the albion sails on of course..

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[leaawrites]

I don’t actually have an idea for a request but I am begging for a chilli jesson fic if u can…? nobody writes for him and it starves me

The Subway

Chilli Jesson x fem!reader

Summary: missing the tube isn't as bad when he surprises her with the extra time added until the next one arrives

A sweet little something as a belated Valentine's to @deaddadsclubb

Warnings: fluff

Wordcount: 0.7k (just a little something I still had laying around)

Masterlist, Fontaines D.C. Masterlist

The loud chaos of rush hour burst through her headphones the further down the stairs she got. People passing her by in a hurry, no one having the time to stop and catch their breath. Not even when the train arrived and they were safely inside on their way to where they were desperately needed. Everyone's heads were still running further ahead. Worrying, stressing themselves out as they saw no one but their own packed-to-the-rim-full schedule.

Standing back as the last person barely squeezed themselves inside the compartment. The next one would arrive in a few minutes but for some that was already too late. Turning up the volume of the music running through cables to her head, she got out the one device she wanted to look at less than usually. Searching for his contact to inform him of their change of plans.

'Gonna take the next one. We wouldn't be able to breath if we stick to the plan.'

Anxiously waiting for a response, her eyes flickering up every few seconds to see the seconds ticking by for him to read her message and not get into the wrong tube. It had to be at his stop now, the one she wouldn't meet him at.

The two pegs turning blue, his answer loading to get to her.

'Good thing I'm running late then.'

Typical.

Shaking her head almost invisibly, she put it back. Reading the advertisements, waiting for the departure so her day could begin feeling good. Some wannabe C-list celebrity who marketed a product like it was their own. Another McDonald's ad that made her want to throw up. Little, more earnest posters focusing on gigs in the next weeks or plays produced by uni students. A girl that barely reached her knee stared at her from the other side of the station. Holding on to her mother's hand like she had no other choice. Their train coming earlier, leaving her to her own devices for the remaining two minutes she had to wait for her compartment.

It was fierce when it finally appeared. Two minutes late. More people now standing next to her. Less than for the one before but still enough to make her step forward earlier than it had time to stop.

Wandering through the rows on the lookout for a seat she caught sight of while it drove by. Settling by the window, feet propped up on the heater that did less to nothing to keep the people warm in the February cold. Fingers tapping in the same rhythm as the music against her kneecap. Watching the underground world pass her by like it did daily.

Two stations until he'd meet her.

'I'm in the first one. Further to the front, by a window.'

She wrote, turning off the screen again without waiting for an answer this time.

People walked past her, they looked at the empty seat but inevitably changed their minds. Walking further into the masses and down the end.

His stop was brighter than hers. No light-bulb was broken, the sun came in from it not being too far under from the street. With his hand in his pocket he stood there, orange paper around the pink bouquet. Small but noticeable. He always seemed to have that affect on her. That easy target in a crowd of blacked out faces. The spotlight seemed to be right on him at all times.

Watching him step inside and look around before finding her, she took the music out of her head. Letting him take over the melody in her consciousness—his voice and the way he said her name sounding like a symphony conducted for a choir.

"Hey," he said, smiling as he sat next to her. Leaning his head back, angling it just right for her to watch him and kiss him without having to move too far. "Missed you."

"You're saying that like I didn't see you yesterday after the gig."

"Still missed you." Chilli shrugged, catching sight of her eyes slipping down to the flowers in his hands. "On my way here I was walking past the flower shop with that old lady you like so much. And since you told me we'd take the later one I had time to go back." Holding them up for her to take and inspect. "They reminded me of your eyes."

"I don't have pink eyes though," she laughed, furrowing her eyebrows in a teasing demeanor.

Huffing out a laugh, shaking his head, he couldn't believe her. "They're still beautiful."

"They are," she agreed. Holding them up to her nose to take in the scent that was slightly poisoned with the lingering anecdotes of oil and pollution. "Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for, you deserve it."

[wefashionablyfutile]

🎫 Went on my old Facebook and found loads of old gig photos

🐊 A baby catfish at BML

🎀 Foxes at the cockpit

🏴‍☠️ Palma Violets at NME awards tour

🌟 And I don't know who the last one is

Oh the nostalgia 🇬🇧

[jungleindierock]

Gently Tender - Dead is Dead

UK indie band Gently Tender have released their first new song in over three years, Dead is Dead video was directed by Flasha Prod. The band are comprised of three former members of the wonderful Palma Violets, Sam Fryer, Will Doyle and Peter Mayhew alongside The Big Moon’s Celia Archer and guitarist Adam Brown. They are are currently putting the finishing touches to a debut album, due out in the summer, which is great news!!

[ravenous-kiss]

Just in case some of you are wondering or still give a shit or two about Chilli Jesson, the Palma Violets man that ruined your teenage indie years (c. 2012-2016), he's been active on his social media!! Instagram @ chilli.jesson and Twitter @ chillijessonn ... go give the king a follow and some love (again) ❤❤ also, there's a big chance he'll interact with you - either by replying your comment or DM!

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The Mabinogion trans. by Jeffrey Gantz// “Best of Friends” by Palma Violets// Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare

[930club]

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MUSIC MONDAY PLAYLIST: Avery’s Picks

Can you feel the lingering fuzz of the summer heat starting to fade into a cooler, calmer climate? We’re falling back into fall, y’all. For some of us, this means early mornings are on their way back — possibly inside a classroom, maybe in an office. When I was still in college, these late summer evenings held a sense of “waiting;”  they felt like something was hiding just around the corner, suspended in time. Being in school can feel like a suspension of time, especially when during three months of the year you may find yourself in a new town with new people, a new job, or anything temporary that you know you’ll have to leave for a while until next time. That feeling is still around, but now, as I get older, it seems like I am experiencing someone else’s “waiting.” I’d share my old “Falling Back to Fall” mix, but this one here is much more grown up (and trust me, 17 year old me wasn’t the most cultured... She also thought it would be a good idea to dye her hair every possible color).

- Avery Foster

Come see musicians included on this mix live! Big Thief play the 9:30 Club on Sunday, November 10. Additionally, Boyscott will be opening for Pinegrove at the Club on Thursday, September 26.

[royallyanxious]

I think a lot about Palma Violets and the fact that they could have been huge in the world but people were sleeping on them and now it’s all over and oh geeez, I was lucky to attend their concert when they were still a thing.