it’s ya girl meagan ( pronounced like ronald reagan ), and i still can’t fuckin’ read. meet knox below the cut and smash that like to plot u know how it be.
(TYLER BLACKBURN, CISMALE, HE/HIM) you’ve probably already heard of KNOX KENNEDY through the LA music scene. the TWENTY-SEVEN year old is the DRUMMER of the band CRASHING CORNERS, an INDIE ROCK band that has FOUR members & sounds kind of like THE STROKES, THE LIBERTINES & CATFISH & THE BOTTLEMEN. KNOX is said to be LAIDBACK but also OBTUSE. i wonder what bandslam makes of them?
( full bio aka unnecessary but available read | connection ideas )
pretty average suburb boi life
quiet as a kid, loved video games and drawing
got into drums in middle school band and hasn’t looked back
never quite cool or lame but never gave a f*ck anyway
band hopping since high school, probably did a stint in portland, or before moving to la
lived in his own head full of rhythms and music
kind of still does -- not always with it but pretty friendly and nice to make up for it. funny by accident probably
super chill, doesn’t give a f*ck what u do, barely gives a f*ck what he does
definition of “just shooting the sh*t” probably
minds his own business and just here to have a good time mates!
hobbies: making music, photography, hiking and outdoor sports
heyo my name’s ryland and i’m a terrible turtle of a human being but!!! i’m back and i’m ready to roll! this here is jake oh; resident life-of-the-party night owl and bassist of crashing corners. you can find his stats page right here and i don’t have a plots page yet (even though i said i’d have one last time, and look at me now) but feel free to hit me up on discord @ rysharona#1361 for some plots because i can't keep track of tumblr dms to save my life lmao
(JAEBEOM “JAY” PARK, CISMALE, HE/HIM) you’ve probably already heard of JAKE OH through the LA music scene. the TWENTY-SIX year old is the BASSIST of the band CRASHING CORNERS, an INDIE ROCK band that has FOUR members & sounds kind of like THE STROKES, THE LIBERTINES & CATFISH & THE BOTTLEMEN. JAKE is said to be JOCULAR but also IMPETUOUS. i wonder what bandslam makes of them?
BACKGROUND
jake was born and raised in la (both his parents are second-generation immigrants)
he has one older sister, age 29, who just recently finished law school
his sister was always the better of the two academically, but it never really bothered jake and it got to a point where his parents finally gave up on holding him to his sister’s standard and let him do things at his own pace more or less
he discovered his love for guitar in high school when he needed to take a mandatory arts credit and enrolled in a music class
he wasn’t really thinking that he’d get anything out of it, since he’d had piss poor luck with other, more orchestral, musical instruments growing up but found that he actually liked learning to play the guitar
started out with electric guitar, and eventually moved onto the bass once he started college
didn’t attend college for anything music related, since he felt school might kill his passion for it
i’m not quite sure what he actually studied, but either way he’s got some kind of menial side job rn sooo
his parents divorced a few months after he started college since he wasn’t living with them any more and it kinda just gave them more time together and brought to light a lot of issues they couldn’t keep ignoring
he dad ended up moving back to korea for job-related opportunities afterwards, and jake will sometimes go visit him if he gets the chance but he’s a mama’s boy through and through and mostly just glad his mom didn’t feel the need to leave la
PERSONALITY
a real wild child who likes to just do things as they happen and not put too much thought into it
which, y’know, has the tendency to land him in some shit from time to time but he’s fine rolling with the punches so to speak
never really had to grow up so he sometimes has difficulty balancing his needs with his wants, his responsibilities with all the fun things he’d rather be doing
hates conflict and will do anything in his power to avoid it, walk across the street, look the other way, serpentine, all that jazz
it’s cause he’s pretty immature and doesn’t like facing real adult issues™ and real adult feelings™ because he quite honestly doesn’t know how to handle them
feel free to hit him up at ass o’clock though if you’re in need of some help or wanna pull off some shenanigans, odds are he’s probably already awake and raring to go
OTHER
he’s always misplacing his apartment keys (you think he’d put them on his car keys but nope)
has a car ( a’95 toyota land cruiser, to be exact) and is actually a semi-decent driver but will never voluntarily sign up to be someone's dd
he'd have to owe you his life or something to miss out on his chance to party
gives shitty advice but will 110% make you mac and cheese at 5 a.m. in an attempt to make you feel better
scott pilgrim is his bassist claim, fight me on it
TERRIBLY BASIC PLOT IDEAS
someone who’s always crashing at his place (on his couch or in his bed, who knows?)
ride-or-die bestie
co-workers at his side job
frenemies/love to hate each other
good influence & bad influence
platonic life partners (give me that good shit)
a roommate (or several)
and a million other things; hit me with your best (or worst) ideas and we’ll make something outta them
talk about dumbass bitch energy...now posting from the correct blog, its ya girl LARA with nobody’s favorite trash baby BEA. she’s a lot. so i’ll keep this short and just say she’s the worst and leave it at that.
( BENEDETTA GARGARI, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ) i hear that BEATRICE DONOVAN has a link to CRASHING CORNERS. rumor has it, the TWENTY-ONE year old is RYAN DONOVAN’S SISTER. her life is sure to change now that the band’s fame is rising. she is said to be FUN-LOVING but also UNAMBITIOUS. i wonder how they’ll handle it ?
— ☁ HISTORY
you are the SECOND child, which is to say the baby. which is to say, a reason to stay TOGETHER. you had a mission, a quest assigned to you without your consent from the moment you were born. you were set up for failure, so FAILURE shadows you for the rest of your life.
you’re a normal kid with BEAUTIFUL green eyes ( which no one forgets to point out ). nothing else about you stands out. there’s no other reason for anyone to look your way.
your BROTHER is a bright boy and a fast talker who’s words bounce off the walls of his mouth and out of his lips in an melody you can’t quite understand, but enjoy listening to.
perhaps because of this, it’s your brother gets all the ATTENTION. good or bad, it’s his. you’re just a girl who lives in the shadows and blindspots. you don’t mind too much.
you’re EIGHT when your failure is confirmed. your parents SEPARATE. you leave your childhood home with your brother and mother. having failed your mission, you realize not WORTH much more. you’re always on the sidelines, so you make the best of it.
you have the ability to slip in and out of focus; no one is EVER watching you too closely. you always find ways to entertain YOURSELF. you learn that you can do WHATEVER you want.
you’re an AVERAGE kid at school. always come in the middle of the pack. you never excel, but your shortcomings are never a cause for concern. not even your failure is spectacular.
as a TEENAGER, you learn how to touch people, and let them TOUCH you. you learn that boys will LOOK with their fingertips on your skin and your green eyes SHINE once more. teenage boys can marvel at you. you mistake EYES for hands, windows, mirrors.
the boys at school all know your NAME. you’re almost proud of that.
you finish high school EMPTY handed. even your friends are TEMPORARY. you don’t even take a stab at UNIVERSITY, and it doesn’t matter. no one expected you to.
as you GROW, men continue to curl themselves into a question mark around you. you BELIEVE yourself the answer.
your BROTHER leaves your hometown. leaves the country. you look at him with STARS in your eyes, and think he’s just fucking COOL.
you work odd jobs here and there. you live with your MOM who still doesn’t think much of you. you find a few MEN who think you’re just oh so PRETTY. they give you cash to buy yourself something NICE.
LOS ANGELES calls to you with the banging of drums and electric guitars, you follow your brother, because his friends are cool. you VISIT as much as you can, familiarizing yourself with the city of ANGELS. you have FUN with his friends, his band and everyone that surrounds him.
LA equals fun, and parties, and music, and everything you’ve always reached for. so you move. you pack up everything. you land in LA. you’re here to stay.
— ☁ PERSONALITY
❝ i destroy myself repeatedly then wonder why i’m the way i am. ❞
ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio ( october 29th )
PERSONALITY TYPE: esfp – the entertainer
ENNEAGRAM: type 7 – the epicure
TEMPERAMENT: choleric
HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin
MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
PRIMARY VICE: sloth
PRIMARY VIRTUE: n/a
ELEMENT: earth
MORE STATS HERE !!
ok so let me tell you about my trash daughter beatrice. let’s start with this:
that single text tells you pretty much everything about bea.
i’m not gonna beat around the bush, finding positive traits for bea was a struggle. other than being generally fun to be around, kinda funny sometimes, and kinda resourceful, she doesn’t have a lot going for her.
she’s loud, obnoxious, not very smart, capable of fucking her way in and out of any mess. she’s lazy, unmotivated, unambitious, irresponsible, reckless, tactless, selfish, and i could definitely keep going. she’s an unapologetic disaster who’s coming to la to steal her brother’s cool friends, flash a few bands and score free tickets and backstage passes.
she’s a trainwreck. she’s trashy. she’s messy. if the song tik tok were a person, it would be beatrice donovan.
she functions on survival mode 24/7, she only does what she’s required to do to survive. not really a passionate person. she’d save herself above anyone else ( except ryan ). she doesn’t like relying on other people, except she kinda does because she has sugar daddies in la and in england who pretty much paid for her move to los angeles. still. she did get those sugar daddies on her own. i guess.
she doesn’t care about anyone but herself and ryan. and she doesn’t even care that much about herself. she’ll put herself in dangerous situations all the time, because she lives for that sort of thrill.
she’s extremely apathetic, just kind of coasting through life. just here to have a good time. at least that’s what’s written about her in the bathroom stalls at the satellite.
she smokes like a chimney and drinks pbr like it’s water.
currently crashing on ryan’s couch, but she’s ready to start looking for a job, and her own place.
— ☁ EXTRAS
THEME SONGS: you know i’m no good – amy winehouse | don’t threaten me with a good time – panic! at the disco | cigarettes & alcohol – oasis | fluorescent adolescent – arctic monkeys | tik tok – kesha |
PINTEREST: xx
PLAYLIST: xx
here’s a bonus picture of bea in her natural habitat:
— ☁ CONNECTIONS
your character and bea dated for a pretty long time, at least by her standards. they both fell pretty hard for each other, enough to power through the distance every time she went back to england. eventually bea’s self-destructive tendencies kicked in, and she ended things in the worst possible way [ taken: orion / harley’s 2nd character ]
your character can’t stand bea. for whatever reason, they abhor bea. they think she’s obnoxious, annoying, and gross. bea knows, and just doesn’t care, and won’t waste any opportunity to make this person feel even more uncomfortable around her [ open 0/1 ]
your character is, just like bea, at a crossroads at their life. for one reason or another, they need a place to live. just like bea. already friends through the la music scene, they’ve decided to find a place together [ taken: macy rhyes ]
your character kind of has a crush on bea ( for whatever reason ), but she has no idea [ open 0/1 ]
your character and bea are just good friends. she doesn’t have a lot of friendships who are purely platonic, so bea values this friendship very much, even if she doesn’t say it [ open 0/1 ]
your character cares enough about bea to help her get her shit together. they’re a positive influence in her life. sometimes they can take on a role of savior because, well, bea’s a disaster who sometimes can’t stand on her own two feet [ taken 0/1 ]
your character and bea haven’t slept together yet ( shocker ), but whenever they’re in the same room everyone can feel the sexual tension. for now, they’re just enjoying flirting incessantly [ taken: ben odell ]
your character and bea work together ( or will, eventually, once she gets a job ) [ open 0/?? ]
your character and bea hooked up once, or more than once, or they still hook up every once in a while [ open 0/?? ]
your character and bea dated for a few months, but ended things before she moved to la. they always had fun together, and despite having a bit of unfinished business, they still enjoy each other’s company. they still sleep together sometimes, but they’re not together anymore [ taken: knox kennedy ]
your character is an artist bea’s been a fan of for a while. she went to a show once, while she was visiting ryan, and found her way backstage, as she always does, where she made a friend for life [ taken: isis ]
literally anything else you can think of, i’m open to any and all connections !!!
hey you crazy kids, it’s me, ya girl LARA. bringing in my fave gorl, the friend who wants to comfort you but has no idea what she’s doing, the girl who wanted to compliment you but accidentally insulted you and now doesn’t know how to fix it, who regularly says “ thanks, you too ” to ticket salesmen at the movie theatre tell her to “ have fun ” ... GEETA ( aka gee, greta, saint geeta... )
( NAOMI SCOTT, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ) you’ve probably already heard of GEETA HARRISON through the LA music scene. the TWENTY-THREE year old is the BASSIST & CO-LEAD SINGER of the band SHY VIOLETS, an INDIE POP band that has FOUR members & sounds kind of like GROUPLOVE, FICKLE FRIENDS & THE KOOKS. GEE is said to be DEXTEROUS but also CONFRONTATIONAL. i wonder what bandslam makes of them ?
( tw: drunk driving, car accident, death )
— ✧ HISTORY
your first memory is her laughter. years later it still rings in your head, it resounds against the walls of your chest. it’s still in you. the sound of her voice as she cradled you, sang with your head against her chest. you still don’t understand the language, but the soft hums and vibrations tell you that you are oh, so wanted. oh, so loved.
your parents are DAVID and SAMIRA. your parents were young and in love. your parents were broke. your parents moved to SAN FRANCISCO and started a band. you weren’t planned, but who cares about plans anyway ?
you are born from their music. you sprout from the fingertips that caress the piano keys, or strum the guitar. they name you SONG, in your mother’s native tongue ( GEETA, GEE-TAH ). you were always meant to make music. to BE music.
you never knew silence. there was always MUSIC, always beautiful harmonies filling the air and flooding your lungs. the beatles, the stones, hendrix, joplin, dylan, bowie. you don’t listen to the radio. you only know your father’s records, and your mother’s voice. the strum of his guitar. her fingers on the piano keys.
you turn TEN years old and you hold a guitar for the first time. he teaches you his favorite songs, which are also yours. you don’t have a lot to talk about, but you have THIS. this is the ONE thing you can share with your father, and you take to it like a duck to water. you were B O R N from music, like athena from zeus’ head. you were ALWAYS meant for this.
school lets out, and you run to the music store. you make music for the people, take advantage of the instruments on display. you learn how to play on borrowed keys and strings. there isn’t a MOMENT when you’re not playing, or listening, or making music. at school, you write, at home, you practice. this is ALL you know.
the first time you hold a BASS guitar in your hands you’re FOURTEEN. you feel as if part of your body has been missing until this very moment. it’s a tan-colored stratocaster, and it feels like coming HOME.
the summer after you turn FIFTEEN, you’ve got your eyes set on a seafoam green fender. you work all summer. you don’t see your friends. you bring her home and name her PENNY LANE.
in high school, you join every band that will have you. you just want to play music, you don’t care about the genre. you NEED to play. at home, you write your own songs, but you keep them to yourself. one day, they’ll find the right outlet.
you’re EIGHTEEN and almost out of high school when some drunk asshole C O L L I D E S with your mom as she’s driving home one night. they rush her to the hospital. you’re hanging out with your band after a show when you get the call. your father is holding her hand as she takes her last breaths, moments before you come running in. you’re too L A T E.
you almost don’t graduate. you stop playing. you stop writing. you live with your father in complete silence. for the FIRST time, there isn’t a sound. not a note, not a hum. the next year passes by in a foggy blur. suddenly you’re NINETEEN and nothing has happened. you haven’t moved an inch.
your dad has moved on. you don’t understand how. every day he walks further, and further A W A Y from you. you hoped it would be the other way around, that this would bring you closer. isn’t grief supposed to do that for people ? instead, he finds someone else. you were so used to seeing your parents together, so used to thinking that they were the ONLY people out there for each other. it doesn’t make sense in your head for your father to be putting a RING on someone else’s finger.
now, you have a stepmother. she’s sweet, but she’s not your mom. you let her know. don’t let her fool herself into thinking she’s a replacement. you have SIBLINGS now. around your age. they’re nothing but STRANGERS to you.
one day, you sit down at the piano your mother used to play. it doesn’t sound the same as when she played it, each notes bouncing off the walls of the apartment you grew up in, but it kind of feels like she’s still THERE. your dad starts crying. there’s a moment of understanding. this is where your paths diverge. he’s MOVING with his new wife and kids. there’s a baby on the way. you realize you need to move too. this isn’t the same apartment you grew up in. you can’t STAY here.
the next day you pack your things and drive to LA. you don’t have a plan yet, but you’re not too worried. again, who cares about plans ?
a friend lends you his couch. you get a job at a music store ( those have always felt like home, no ? ). you two find your own place. you work a few different jobs, teach other kids how to play music. you find your way around the scene. make some friends who play in bands. you join a band called SHY VIOLETS. you’re back to playing the bass, and you feel like you have a home again. everything is finally making sense. THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MEANT TO DO.
— ✧ PERSONALITY
❝ she didn’t sob or wail. her grief was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound. ❞
ZODIAC SIGN: aries-taurus cusp ( april 20th )
PERSONALITY TYPE: estp – the entrepreneur
ENNEAGRAM: type 8 – the challenger
TEMPERAMENT: melancholic
HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffindor
MORAL ALIGNMENT: true neutral
PRIMARY VICE: pride
PRIMARY VIRTUE: diligence
ELEMENT: earth
MORE STATS HERE !!
hello kids this is geeta aka gee, my sad, awkward, fighty gorl.
at first, she’s kinda quiet and reserved. she has a one-track mind, and the only thing she cares about is the music. she wants to be the best bassist she can be. the best singer she can be. make the band the best it can be.
she lives and breathes music. it’s what she grew up on, it’s the only thing she knows. doesn’t really understand people who aren’t as passionate about music as she is. can be a little closed-minded when it comes to this. she honestly just doesn’t do anything that isn’t music-related. definitely needs to learn how to relax and get a life outside of the band. music is her life; she doesn’t care about anything else.
she’s pretty great at what she does and she knows it, so she can get cocky sometimes. she’s very proud of the band and what they’ve achieved, and sometimes that can go to her head. but the truth is she has the chops to back up her talk.
she’s stubborn as a mule and that definitely shows when dealing with the band. she knows what she wants and has trouble compromising. shy violets is all she has so she’s fiercely protective of it, and extremely loyal to her bandmates.
she doesn’t trust people easily, so she’s very cautious when making band-related decisions. who they sign with, where they play, etc. she’s kind of a control freak.
she’s a generally friendly person, but she doesn’t open up easily and plays things close to the vest. she can come off a little cold sometimes, but not rude. just awkward. her communication skills are shit.
she’s only comfortable enough to be emotionally open with a few select people. or, of course, through the music she writes.
she can’t back down from a fight. it’s a problem, and she knows it, but she can’t avoid confrontation, she runs headfirst into it, even if she’s in the wrong. mama didn’t raise a quitter, but she did raise a fool.
she’s always listening to music. she’s that – *planet explodes* *removes one earbud* what – meme.
she doesn’t really drink, partly because she’s a control freak, and partly because she’s still spooked by what happened to her mom. she’s not very comfortable around drunk people, unless she’s also a little tipsy. she’ll drink just enough so that the people around her don’t think she’s weird, but she’s always the sober friend at the end of the night. she’s always the designated driver, even if she wasn’t out drinking that night. she’ll get out of bed to drive the drunk children home. she’ll do this without being asked, but she’ll still complain about it the whole car ride.
a bicon™ because i’m a firm believer that straight people don’t exist.
you will all learn soon enough that my specialty is sad girls™ and this is. only the first. it’ll only get sadder from here on out.
— ✧ EXTRAS
BASSIST CLAIM: laena geronimo from the like.
VOICE CLAIM: greta salpeter from the hush sound.
THEME SONGS: way it goes – hippo campus | some nights – fun. | don’t take the money – bleachers | drive – pale waves | some nights – fun.
PINTEREST: xx
PLAYLIST: [ always a wip ] xx
— ✧ CONNECTIONS
i’m probably gonna work out a page for these, but in the meantime, i’m just gonna list some general ideas in case anyone is interested !!
your character and geeta grew up around each other in san francisco, and they moved to la around the same time. they sometimes drive up there together [ taken: open 0/1 ]
your character was the first new friend gee made when she moved to los angeles. still very raw from losing her mother, she opened up to them. they know her better than most people [ taken: ricky clark ]
your character is the friend gee crashed with when she first arrived in los angeles, and later got an apartment with. they still live together, with all the ups and downs that entails [ taken: nathaniel taylor ]
your character is a big influence in geeta’s music, she probably saw them live a few years ago and is absolutely blown away by what they do musically. she admires them greatly, and really looks up to them [ open 0/1 ]
your character is geeta’s best friend. her platonic life partner. 10/10 would die for them without thinking twice. they sometimes makeout a little too [ taken: jade vandermeer ]
your character worked with geeta at the music store [ open 0/?? ]
your character and geeta dated shortly after she moved to la. it didn’t last, and they both realized they were together for all the wrong reasons. they’re friends now, but not after writing some angry breakup songs about each other [ taken: nathaniel taylor ]
your character and geeta dated for a while, but it didn’t end well. not necessarily messy, but awkward. she does everything in her power to avoid them [ open 0/1 ]
your character and geeta dated for a while, and they were really into each other, but that kind of fizzled out. they’re still friends though [ open 0/1 ]
your character and geeta hooked up once. it’s nbd [ open 0/?? ]
your character is someone geeta kind of hates. maybe she doesn’t hate them, but she’s kind of grossed out by them. the last person she would ever expect to hook up with, but hey, she did. and now they won’t let her forget it, because it’s so easy to get under her skin [ open 0/1 ]
your character and geeta aren’t in the same band, but often get together to jam out, or write music together. throughout this process, they bond and learn a lot about each other [ open 0/1 ]
your character and geeta almost dated once. almost. something happened that made them reconsider [ open 0/1 ]
your character has a crush on geeta, and she doesn’t even notice. perhaps it’s better this way, since she can’t return the feeling and wouldn’t know how to turn them down [ open 0/1 ]
your character and geeta don’t really get along. they’re always trying to one-up each other, always trying to beat the other one. they don’t hate each other, but they’re constantly competing [ open 0/1 ]
your character has geeta’s phone on speed dial for when they’re too drunk to go home. they crash regularly on her couch [ open 0/?? ]
your character is someone geeta’s had feelings for some time, but still hasn’t acknowledged. they’re good friends, so taking that next step feels impossible. they’re someone she can open up to, and her feelings are getting harder and harder to deny [ taken: ricky clark ]
(ZENDAYA, FEMALE, SHE/HER) you’ve probably already heard of ISIS TAYLOR through the LA music scene. the 24 year old is a ALT POP artist & her music sounds kind of like HALSEY, GRIMES & MISTERWIVES. ISIS is said to be HEADSTRONG but also AGGRESSIVE. i wonder what bandslam makes of them? (OOC: SARA, 23, SHE/HER, CST)
HI! I’m Sara and I was here a hot second by i couldn’t keep my girl outta my mind. i shifted a few things around, but pls take my scrappy chicago girl~
FAST FACTS
goes by: isis
surname: taylor, never mentioned unless necessary.
zodiac sign: scorpio (october 24th)
temperament: sanguine
hogwarts house: slytherin
positive traits: active, charming, colorful, creative, curious, driven, energetic, hard-working, independent, leaderly, optimistic, passionate.
negative traits: ambitious, blunt, dominating, egocentric, hot-headed, impulsive, obsessive, outspoken, selfish, tough, uninhibited, wild.
hobbies: singing, dancing (jazz, hip hop, modern, BASIC ballet), making jell-o shots, freestyle spur-of-the-moment rapping, writing, do nails (seriously she’s wild), draw (VERY informal), getting into mischief, flirting like it’s her job, watching live theatre, biking, activism work (specifically with police brutality), exploring the city.
✶your first memory is screaming and loud shots. you were just four years old, but you were already taught the world was yours if you wanted it, if you worked for it. it’s something you never forget growing up in Chicago’s West Side.
✶death surrounded you young, and you learn what a drive-by is before you know what cooties are. you live in Garfield Park, with your grandmother now. you miss your mother, and your father, but somehow you understand that they’re not coming back. the shots, the screaming, the chaos is a blur to you as you age, but you’ve seen it enough times elsewhere that you can imagine it.
✶but, you’re young. you’re one of the freshest minds the world has. your aunts, uncles, your parent’s friends, all watch out for you. you never missed a day of love, just your parents.
✶everything you do is for them, because CPD solved nothing. if you can’t get closure, you’ll sure as hell make them proud, so you never stop.
✶ever since you can remember, beats and rhythms are what keep you going. you sing along with the birds as you walk to school, waving at every crossing guard as you go. your neighborhood, your entire community, get together to make melodies and dance too. it’s nothing too fancy in the grand scheme of things, but to you? it’s pure magic.
✶you join programs that channel your love. you hang out among the sky scrapers and by Lake Michigan, spending hours on the trains, dreaming of more. you’re just 13, and you know you’re not staying here forever... but Chicago is still your city, it always will be.
✶you become an activist. you protest the killing of your brothers and sisters again and again and again. you become a young leader, and you use your music to be heard. you use your music to share stories. you use your music to move people. you’re an artist and an activity, and you’re barely in high school.
✶ and then you’re 16, some of your friends’ own music careers are taking off. you’re proud, beyond proud, supportive. it’s how you get on stage, next to your friends. in Chicago, it’s a common story. finally, after a few years of this and school, you get picked up by a manager.
✶ things start getting heated for you right after high school graduation. first, a show at the Argon, and it’s sold out for the show you’re opening for. then, it’s traveling around Chicago to Milwaukee, to St. Louis and Minneapolis. you even go to new york once. it seems like with each show you do, the more people show up at the next. you stop worrying about living full-time in a food desert, even stop worrying about eyeing each car that passes, because away from the West Side? you’re so much safer.
✶until, once more, your life shifts. you’re not there for the shots this time, but they take your cousin, who hadn’t gotten away from the violence that had taken your parents. your grandmother follows soon after, from natural causes. your family chalks it up to an old, broken heart. you? you’re not old enough for your heart to break and end things, but without your grandmother? your rock? you wish you were. but just as you know you must, you push on, you let N O T H I N G stop you.
✶you’re back at it quickly. despite your family believing you should be with them, just like they were always there for you. but the world calls to you, the music begs you to come back, and you do.
✶ you worked with a fever that had you traveling the country. you opened for bands, you went on small-time talk shows, your manager sent you around the country and made sure every city’s music scene saw Isis one way or another. you do not stop, quite literally. at first, you’re quietly taken to the ER after collapsing from exhaustion a couple times, but you learn to correct yourself. you learn your limits, and you tip-toe them like a pro.
✶finally, you’re invited to LA to be in a couple commercials. you and your manager agree that LA is the best spot for you. you think about your family, who you’ve missed but stayed away from. not even purposely, there was never any time. and in LA? things only get more serious.
✶ you’ve lived here for almost a year now, and with stability of one place to live comes with being comfortable, getting friends. you certainly dont realize how much of a partier you’ve become, but after more than two years of relentless travel and work? you let yourself enjoy a new home. you find clubs you like, partiers to tag along with, and an EP drop right around the corner. life seems perfect, and now more than ever, you know...
you were born for this.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
✶best friend/ride or die (someone from chicago OR someone new in LA! or both!!)
✶ roommate
✶ first friend made in LA
✶ friends! all the friends! so many friend possibilities!
✶ someone who she’s a bad influence to
✶ partying friends
✶ hookups (there are a FEW of these, past AND present)
✶ first love?? past or future come at me i’m open~
✶ consistent friends with benefits
✶ a crush she “““doesn’t have time for”““
✶ someone with a crush on her that she just leads on
✶ ANYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF !!
hey gang!! i’m corrie, i like dogs, nachos and the comedy stylings of james acaster & phil wang. i’m gonna be playing the cutest lil’ bean to ever exist, sage wells. everything ya need to know about sage is undercut. if ya wanna plot then hit me up on discord @ corey in the pub ™#0678.
so this is sage and she’s my baby, she’s from klamath falls in oregon and she’s one of seven children. her parents are massive hippies and back home her family is quite well known for being a bit strange.
she was homeschooled for all of her life,,, her parents didn’t believe in real school. at the age of seven, she was allowed to go a music shop and pick out an instrument to learn. sage chose the drums & she hasn’t looked back since.
once she’d finished homeschool she knew that she didn’t want to go to college. she wanted to see the world and explore. she was sick of living at home.
la looked so appealing, she knew that she could make friends and start a band in la. so sage convinced her parents to let her go. they agreed!!
her parents moved her to la a few years ago, she first started living in a tiny crappy apartment. she was a waitress and she was drumming on the side.
her neighbors hated her, because she was always making so much noise. at one point she was nearly homeless because people didn’t like her noise.
buuuuuut then she found and joined a band. she was so happy!! thanks to gigging etc… she soon had enough money to move out of her crappy apartment and quite waitressing.
sage is loving her life now,, music is her life and she is so happy just playing the drums.
she’s still very much in touch with her parents though,, they are all super close and it’s very sweet,,, she loves her family very much!!
she was pretty sheltered so she’s pretty innocent…like she’ll say something & people will be like “wtf sage”
sage is a cutie honestly!! she means well and just enjoys playing the drums!!
wanted plots:
best-friends/friends: she needs pals, buddies, friends!!
bad influence: someone to push her out of her comfort zone.
big sister/brother relationship: someone to look out for her and makes sure she doesn’t do anything dumb.
crush: she’s never dated anyone before, so i think it would be so fun to watch her have a crush tbh.
annnnd that’s all i have on her for now, if you’d like to plot then please like this post and i’ll message u or just message me buds!! cool!!
(BRENDON URIE, CISMALE, HE/HIM) you’ve probably already heard of BENJAMIN ODELL through the LA music scene. the 26 year old is the LEAD SINGER of the band THE BACK ALLEY, a(n) POP PUNK band that has 4 members & sounds kind of like FALL OUT BOY, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE & GREEN DAY. BEN is said to be HIGH ENERGY but also IRRATIONAL. i wonder what bandslam makes of them?
Quick Facts:
Age: 26
Date of Birth: October 3rd, 1991
Zodiac Sign: Libra
Place of Birth: Portland, ME
Sexuality: Bisexual
Fun Facts
Sad and mad at the same time
Has a cat named Squish that he loves very dearly
Lives like a frat boy ninga turtle - red bull, beer, cigarettes, and pizza
“moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.” - John Mulaney
Has odd sleeping habits. Somedays he’s up till 5am other days he’s out at 11pm
Working on getting a tattoo sleeve done on left arm, it’s mostly done.
Knows all the bad movies on Netflix
Watches Queer Eye when he’s sad
NEVER HAS GROCERIES IN HIS HOME
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Spotify Playlist
Bio:
tw: drugs, alcohol, violence, (near) overdose
Benjamin Odell, better known as just Ben, has always had trouble following him. Ever since he was a little boy he tried to eat his toys, or paint the walls with finger paints. His parents had a hard time keeping up with him, and his two other siblings. Most would say his family was pretty normal, they went to church on Sundays, had a family dinner every night, the kids went to public schools, and the parents worked 9 to 5 jobs. Around his fourteenth birthday, Benjamin decided he would be called just Ben, and started to act out.
Ben would start fights with his classmates just because he could and would bum cigarettes off his older friends. As the rest of his family arrived home from church, he would be coming home from whatever party he went to on Saturday night. This was his idea of a good life.
As a freshman in high school, Ben started to befriend some of his older classmates, and he started to notice women. One girl in particular always caught his attention. Her name was Heather. She had deep blue eyes, red hair, and a passion for music. In order to get her attention, Ben joined his school’s band. He signed up to play percussion because it seemed cool. He was really bad at first, but soon he would get the hang of it. After beating some drums for a few months, music became something he was very passionate about, getting his crush’s attention was also an extra perk.
Once he gained enough confidence he asked Heather out, and she agreed to a date. The first date was successful, and in a few months, the two became an inseparable pair. It was a classic good girl goes for the bad guy situation. She would watch him get into fistfights, and he would clean up when he was invited to dinner with her family.
As freshman year ended, and summer started Ben found a lot of free time on his hands. Ideally, he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend Heather, but her family decided to send her to band camp for the summer. Ben spent most of that summer with his friends.
During a hot July night, he was invited to party thrown by a couple of upperclassmen. Before this Ben only smoked a few cigarettes a day, but now he was exposed to booze and an assortment of drugs. He had a couple of beers and a few hits from a joint and stayed away from some of the harder drugs his friends were doing. As he went to more of these parties he became more adventurous.
When Heather returned home from band camp, they spent the entire week together and started bringing her to his summer parties. By the end of the night, he would be completely inebriated by whatever he chose to do that night, and Heather would have to make sure he got home in one piece. Once school started again, the parties seemed to simmer down and he started to focus on his music again. He even picked up on singing, which was something he always enjoyed doing, but now he wanted to spend more time focusing on it.
Ben and Heather were a strong couple for all of high school, until the end of senior year. Heather was going to college, and Ben was not. Heather broke things off, the week before she left. Ben wasn’t expecting the redhead to break up with him, it hit him like a truck. The fall after graduation was hard, he started drinking more, and hooked up with whomever he could. Ben was starting to fall off the edge and was simply waiting for the last thing to push him over.
Sometime that fall one of Ben’s friends from high school invited him to a college party, the same college Heather was attending, reluctantly Ben agreed to go, he knew Heather didn’t enjoy parties, however, college changed her. When he arrived she was there with a few friends, she was tipsy and bouncing around greeting every familiar face. He wasn’t sure he would be able to handle talking to her again, so he hid outside in the cold, with a beer and a pack of cigarettes. When he went inside for another beer he saw Heather and made brief eye contact with her. She came over and started to yell at him for coming, and all he could do was stand there paralyzed as he took the heat, and if that wasn’t enough, after her rant she ran over to her new boyfriend and began to make out with him. Infuriated and a little tipsy he threw a few a few fists at her new boyfriend. Ben didn’t get anything out of the fight except for a bloody nose, and a black eye.
Ben grabbed his beer and returned outside, this was the only place at the party where he could be alone, and sob. After going through an entire pack of cigarettes, he drank to the point of blacking out. Ben never went back to that college ever again.
When Ben was 20 his older sister, Courtney, was engaged to her long-term boyfriend. Ben was happy to see her be with someone she loved, but he always felt off about her fiance. One day when they were visiting, they had the house to themselves. Ben walked into one of their fights, they were both yelling at full volume and didn’t notice Ben coming home. He didn't think much of the fight until he heard a thud, and his sister screaming. Thanks to his quick thinking, Ben found his younger brother’s baseball bat and started hitting the older man with it until he eventually left. Ben dropped the bat, apologized, and left the house for a few days. He rented a motel room. He got his hands on whatever drugs he could find and nearly overdosed. The only thing he remembers that night was calling Heather. She drove from her university to bring him to the emergency room and skipped her classes to be with him that day. He was able to leave the hospital within a few days. Right after that, he went on another bender.
Ben’s early twenties were filled with booze, drugs, and sex. He slept with women and men, but never formed any actual relationships with them, he couldn’t after Heather, even years after they broke up. When he wasn’t drunk or high, he spent his time focusing on his music. He was able to write a few pieces by himself, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it on his own, so he moved out of his home with money he had saved up from his assortment of part-time jobs and moved to Los Angeles. During that time he joined a few bands but decided to make his own called The Back Alley.
Now, Ben hasn’t kicked any of his bad habits, and he still thinks of Heather from time to time, but for now his focus is on music. He lives in his apartment with one cat he rescued, when he was able to gather the finances for one.
