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#I still have the VHS tapes and the cds
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So to continue my theme of Ken™Doll-Sam
Here's Ken!Sam in the "My Way" music video looking like Ken!René from the Aqua music video for "Barbie Girl"
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And here's Ken!Sam with his perfectly quaffed hair playing his bass next to animated Ken with his perfectly quaffed hair playing... well a shit ton of instruments.
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arielluva · 2 months
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the cd burner i ordered arrives tomorrow!!! (technically today) ooh ill finally to burn a cd!!! my parents always did it for me but now i finally can yippee
my utena cds reawakened my love for cds after like 3 years of barely using them... it feels like im returning home from the war (spotify) to my beautiful wife (physical media)
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krash-8 · 7 months
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oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit life really is beautiful little you was right oh fuck oh shit oh f
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freepassbound · 10 months
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23: How do you vent your anger?
24: Do you have a collection of anything?
42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?
45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
52: What is your astrological sign?
71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
23. Well, honestly, it's mostly volume. Yell at sports on TV, yell about other drivers, yell at universe... I have done a lot of work about not yelling directly at other people. But yelling is an effective vent. That, and swearing. Both together works wonders. 😂
24. I have probably far too many collections of things. 😅
Short list: Star Trek books, books of at least half-a-dozen authors, selected magazines, certain remainder of purchased LEGOs, select sets of sports cards...
42. No, I'd say I find it fairly unpleasant.
45. That all depends on how one defines 'injury', I suppose? I broke a finger once that ended up needing surgery twice - that was the worst active injury, I'd say.
52. I believe it's Aries (and an Anon who would probably know better than has offered confirmation - take that as you will 😅).
71. I'm saving the dog, no question. I can always find another job.
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tellmeabtspinos · 2 years
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man im so glad nobody ever watches scooby doo with me bc wow do i get really into it
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fozmeadows · 5 months
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the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?
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robinsversion · 6 months
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Stop pretending CDs don’t exist anymore they do y’all just refuse to buy them
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mingsolo · 3 months
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wonwoo x reader (f) / g: meet cute, 90s au, fluff, strangers to lovers / wc: 4k / warnings: cursing, some nipple action, mingyu being a sl*t, / r: nc17
written for Now, That's 90s! collab, hosted by @beomcoups and I! ngI struggled not because I couldn't write this one, but because life is kicking my ass and I couldn't find the time to really sit and think through it... anyways it turned out pretty cute please read if you can <3
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A drop of sweat rolled down from your forehead, you blew some air to your face but of course it was hot and it made you dizzy. “Is this thing even on?.” you shouted from the other corner of the shop, to your co-worker, Mingyu.
You stood under the AC trying to feel if there was actually cool air coming from it but you couldn’t feel but a weak wave of hot air over you. 
“Yeah, that thing is better off.” Mingyu shouted back, where he was lining up tapes in the kids section. “By the way, could you help me check the return box? There’s some tapes missing here, they should be there.” 
You waved out, going to the returns box at the entrance of the store. A few tapes were in, three Toy Story 2, one Tarzan and a copy of 10 Things I Hate About You along with two Armageddon at the bottom. You placed the movies on the counter as Mingyu was approaching you. “We need to rewind them first, all of them!” You say inspecting the tapes, “Geez, why do they never do it?.” 
Mingyu laughs and shakes his head. “The sign even says “Please” on it, right?.” He taps the hardcover of the vhs box, where “Please rewind before returning” signs reads on it.
“And it's so hot to be in the rewind room!.” you nag once more, taking the tapes with both arms and dragging your feet to the back of the store and rewind the tapes before someone comes looking for them. Mingyu returns to his previous spot on the kids section, not without laughing at you first. 
Despite the whole minute that it took you to get there, you are now placing the tapes into the machine, leaving the door open so some of the air could get in, the small and dark room feels suffocating just by being two steps inside it. In the speakers of the store, the faint sound of Genie In a Bottle plays on and you start humming, partly because you have the song stuck in your head thanks to Mingyu playing the cd over and over when he is on shift, and because it somehow helps the task be a little less tedious.
While on it, you hear the bells ringing meaning a customer has come to the store. You peek out to see a familiar tall figure enter, waving his way in walking directly towards the back where Mingyu was at the kids section.
“Hey!” you heard the guy saying until he disappeared from your line of sight. You tried to peek out more but it won’t be possible without you stepping out of the room, so you hurried up the process to get another glance before he’s out.
In the month you have been working there, you have seen this guy come in at least once a week. You were sure he was Mingyu’s friend as he always walked directly towards him or looked for him especially after picking up some tapes. The past times he had come with you on shift without Mingyu, you had the bad luck of always doing something like rewinding tapes or in the bathroom, never getting the chance to even greet him when he entered the store.
One thing for sure, hee was cute as hell. Cat like eyes and thin defined lips, huge black frames on his face, making it look smaller. And you noticed only by getting little glimpses of him, as he was always in a rush or something, never staying more than five minutes. You thought of asking Mingyu who he was but decided not to as you were still new in the store and even if you liked and had fun working with him, Mingyu has proven to be the teasing type, and he wouldn’t let you work in peace if you dare asking him about this other guy.
Just as you were cursing at Armageddon for rewinding so slowly, you heard them saying goodbyes and the chiming doorbell announcing he was out. 
With a sigh you rolled your eyes and finished your task without hurry, hoping the cat boy would come back soon and you were luckily enough to be on the counter to greet him. 
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Today was a Monday, and the week promised to be a quiet one. Not many new releases came to the store yet so customers wandered a little bit before getting out, or just asking when would you stock Sleepy Hollow or why you had so few copies of The Sixth Sense. You tried your best to give every customer a smile at the beginning but after a month of getting the same questions over and over, you just shrugged and advised people to come back later, and maybe the previous customer had brought it back by then. 
Mingyu was way better with customers, both girls and guys. ‘I’ll get it ready and rewinded this afternoon for you’ he said with a wink to a middle aged lady, who shamelessly smiled and flirted with him while her kid smudged chocolate from the bar he was eating on a copy of Inspector Gadget.
“Great, now I have to clean that.” you glared at Mingyu as he saved the piece of paper with the woman’s number on his back pocket once she and the chocolate kid were gone. “I swear to God I’ve seen her come in with her husband.” you arch your eyebrows at him. 
“That doesn’t seem like a me problem.” He shot gun fingers at you and got back to his task on the counter, where a few other ladies waited for him.
You chuckled and started spraying windex on Mathew Broderick’s face covered in chocolate, laughing at how Mingyu flirted shamelessly with every single one of them, all at once, but they didn’t seem to mind. 
Once good ol’ Mathew’s face was clean you left the tape back on the shelf, when you heard the bell ring. “Y/n, can you help?” Mingyu hurried to tell you, he was now surrounded by the women as he showed them a copy of Between Your Legs animatedly. “This one is from our exclusive foreign section, so exotic! And the plot is fascinating…” He looked at the ceiling and the ladies followed.
You shook your head and got up from where you were squatting, seeing the tall figure of cat-boy coming through the door. He looked at the commotion on the counter and figured out Mingyu was busy at the moment. He hesitated for a second before turning back ready to head out when you sprinted towards him, shouting “HI!! WELCOME IN!” maybe a little too enthusiastically. 
“H-hi,” he said back, a little startled by your shouting. Mingyu also looked up to you for a moment, but he was quickly back to answering curious questions from his little fan club. “Uhm, I’ll be back later when-”
“No! Please, I know Mingyu usually helps you out but please tell me what can I do for you?,” you smiled with pressed lips and your voice two tones higher than how you usually speak, but you couldn’t help it. Seeing him in front of you confirmed your suspicions, he was stupidly handsome, freakingly hot even behind those thick square glasses. His hoodie smells like coffee and the cap he was wearing backwards made the earring on his left ear seem more dangly. 
“I really would prefer to wait for Mingyu…” 
“Nonsense!” you guided him towards a free counter next to where Mingyu and his harem were discussing Between Your Legs, quickly putting some space between you two before you would get inappropriately close and start sniffing his sweater, your eyes shining brightly as you spotted cat hairs on them. 
God he is so hot for a nerd!!!
“So, what can I do for you today, I’m Y/n by the way,” you smiled again and you could swear you creeped him out by the way he started sweating. It was hot as hell inside but still, his ears turned red and the tapes he was carrying under his arm were starting to slip from his grip. He quickly put them in the pocket of his hoodie, smiling awkwardly and glancing at Mingyu behind his frames. 
You glanced at Mingyu too, who began chuckling, losing for a moment his track on the plot of the movie he was explaining. 
“Are you going to return those?” you extended your hand but he stood still, tapes still packed into his hoodie. “No?,” you asked again. He opened his mouth briefly but smacked his lips loudly looking at the ceiling. 
He looked at Mingyu and his expression changed from mortified to annoyed. He bit his cheek and took a deep breath before taking out the tapes and laying them one on top of another before you. 
Night of the Giving Head, A Beautiful Behind, Yank my Doodle! It's a Dandy!, and Throbin Hood laid on the counter before you.
There was a few seconds of silence, only broken up by Mingyu’s suppressed wheeze. You cleared your throat lightly, taking the tapes and checking if they were rewinded. “Oh a rewinder, that’s unusual!” you chuckled dryly not really knowing how to break the wall of ice that suddenly appeared in front of you.
“I didn’t watch them,” He cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. “That’s why they are- anyway.” He sighed and stopped, releasing it seemed like he was making up excuses for not one in particular. 
“You don’t have to explain,” You tried to sound friendly and not make a big deal, but you had so many questions and this selection was the last thing you expected to see him with. “We are a judging free video store,” the words coming out mechanically as you remembered the training video Mingyu played for you once on your first day.
“Yeah…It’s not… Can we please get this over with quickly?,” He returned to his mortified expression and you nodded quickly annotating the returns on the logbook. “Thanks,” He smiled awkwardly at you before tapping the counter once, glancing quickly at Mingyu one more time before sprinting out.
“He’s going to murder me, but oh god, it was worth it!”
Mingyu was now smiling ear to ear, waving goodbye to the last girl that visited the shop for the day, her phone number written on his palm. “I got no more sticky notes left,” he said before sticking his hand out to her.
“Yeah that was… I didn’t even know we had these.” you were sweeping the floors as the store was about to close, keeping yourself busy for the rest of the day still thinking about the Night of The Giving Head cover inside your mind. “Wait, he’s your friend, does he only watch porn?.” 
Mingyu laughed loudly, helping you out by taking the trash bags out of the bins and emptied them in one big plastic bag. “Maybe, why do you ask?” he arched his eyebrows at you. 
“No reason, it was just- he doesn’t look like the porn addict type.” 
Mingyu laughed louder. “Wait till I tell him you think he’s a porn addict!” He collected the dust you were sweeping onto the plastic bag, making a knot and throwing it on his shoulders. 
“Wait! Why would you tell him that?!” 
“No reason…” he smirked, walking outside to take out the trash. 
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The next week the store got busier than usual, so Mingyu and you barely got to chat with each other about cat-boy or anything really. He had also switched shifts to train a new employee, a younger guy, probably a highschooler, who he spent most of the time in the mornings, leaving you alone to take care of the closing shift. 
Saturday came quickly, and you were alone in the shop. Lights were almost all out, and you were finishing stocking some new tapes that came that afternoon, the last task before officially closing. 
Somehow the humid air was insufferable even by night time, so you were sweating bullets over the thick fabric of your uniform shirt. You couldn’t believe they made you wear this in this hot weather, but alas, you were transpiring and melting under it. 
As you finished putting the tapes on their respective shelfs, you walked towards the bathroom where you had a spare shirt, not before turning the volume of the radio a little, you played music a lot in the shop and the customers seemed to like your taste more like Mingyu’s.
Once there, humming to Bills Bills Bills, you were looking for your spare shirt when you noticed you it wasn’t there. “What the-?” you cursed under your breath, sure you had one hanging on the stall reserved for staff. One glance at the sweaty uniform shirt you just took off and you knew you won’t be wearing that again. “Come on, I already put roll-on….” you whined. Then you remembered there were a couple of uniform shirts in the lockers, maybe too big for you but that would do for today and you will return them tomorrow. 
And so you were signing,
Can you pay my telephone bills?, 
Can you pay my automo’ bills? 
If you did, maybe we could chill…. 
When suddenly the tall figure of cat-boy appeared in front of you right by the counter. He stared. And you stared back. And his eyes stayed on your face for a a few seconds, but they quickly drifted a little down, on your lace see through bra, nonetheless.
“What the fuck?!” you shouted, sprinting towards the locker room. 
“Im sorry! I knocked, and the lights were on…. I thought…” you could hear him speak but there was a high ringing pitch in your ears that made his voice fade away as you took one of the spare uniform shirts and slipped in over your head. “The fuck you needed to wear a see through one today, huh?!” you covered your face with both palms.
“I’m sorry… I better go…”
You heard footsteps and shouted “No!” back but when you were out you could only see his back walk out the door.
You blew raspberries, feeling insufferably hot under the hot fabric of the oversized uniform shirt, that covered you like a circus carp. “Too much for our second encounter, cat-boy.” 
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The next day you got to the store a little early, trying to catch Mingyu before he left for the day, and to your surprise, he was waiting for you.
“A nipple piercing!” 
“Good afternoon to you too!” you sighed, walking towards the locker room with Mingyu’s tail wagging at your ankles. “And how could he notice that?! It was dark!” you threw your backpack at your locker, huffing and puffing, ignoring Mingyu’s curious eyes.
“I guess he was really paying attention,” he teased. You shot him a glare and he raised his arms signaling peace. “Hey, don’t be mad that he told me, I’m his best friend and well, he actually came looking for you, how could he know you liked walking around the store naked when you were on shift alone?” 
“I-wasn’t-naked.” you slapped the locker room shut. “Wait… he came looking out for me?”
Mingyu wiggled his eyebrows in response. 
“Tell me everything, or else.”
“He likes you, duh.” Mingyu moved toward his locker, pretending to roam for something but you knew there wasn’t anything there. “He has had his eyes on you, since the first day he saw you working here.”
“But why hasn't he talked to me? He always comes in and it’s gone in a second.” 
Mingyu clicked his tongue. “He had a bad break up two years ago, and honestly he’s pretty shy, maybe that’s why we are such good friends, we balance each other…” you crossed your arms signaling he was deviating from the topic. “... So he wasn’t sure how to approach you, he has been coming here asking me to be a wingman but I refused, I was trying to encourage him so I told him you were going to be alone yesterday.”
You sighed, walking out the locker room with Mingyu behind you, ready to get off.
“Want me to tell W-”
“NOO!” you shouted, making the couple of customers in the store turn their heads at you. “Don’t tell me his name, I want him to tell me when he finally comes and talks to me.”
Mingyu chuckled and nodded, messing your head a little in sign of encouragement. “Get him, tiger. I’ll pass the note out.” He winked and you shrugged as he walked out the store.
Needless to say, all the way to the evening your stomach was swirling inside you. You jumped a little every time the doorbell chimed, and it sank back to your stomach everytime cat-boy wasn’t the one entering.
It was almost seven and you were waving goodbye to the last customer of the day before you changed the sign from open to closed, when you heard the bell one more time. 
The couple of teens walked past cat-boy as he entered the store and they walked out. You could hear loud stomps inside your chest, and you were pretty sure they were so loud he could hear them too. You looked at the mirror wall to your left, and despite being a few feet away you could spot the newest shades of red adorning your face. 
As he walked closer, you smiled shyly, spotting the same color on him too.
“Hey,” he waved so tiny that you felt like your body was becoming butter, cause despite standing up, you felt melted, all over the floor. 
“Hi,” you replied back, not knowing what to say really. Dissociating a little from the awkwardness you focused on him. All of him. His fluffy hair, not hiding under a cap this time. The black thick frames. He was wearing a black sweater, a turtle neck one. Few noticeable white hairs on it. You remembered marshmallow, your cat, and smiled without noticing. 
“Y/n,?” you heard his voice crack, noticing you smiling.
“Sorry! Seeing the cat hair on your sweater reminded me of mine.”
“You have cats?” his eyes became a little bigger. “Me too!”
“Yeah.. I can tell by the cat hair,” you chuckled.
“Right…” he scratched the back of his head. “Well I have a couple.. A few.” 
“I love cats! I only have marshmallow because my landlord doesn’t let me have more, but one day I will!” you were glad you mentioned the cat hair cause this gave you a shot to talk more comfortably. “By the way, did Mingyu tell you my name?”
“I asked him, the first day I saw you here working.”
“Not fair, I didn't let him tell me yours.”
“Huh?” He arched his eyebrows, puzzled. 
“He told me you came looking for me yesterday… Sorry you find me like that, I swear I don’t usually walk around naked when I’m alone here…”
He laughed. “Mingyu told me you probably did.”
You scoffed. “He’s the whore not I.” 
“Can’t defend him from that,” He lowered his head a little, “Sorry I told him about your… well I was frantic after seeing you like that and ran straight to his dorm, I was too shocked I guess, I wasn’t trying to be a creep.”
“And what about the pornos? Night of the Giving Head, seriously?” 
“That was Mingyu! He dropped them at my dorm the night before telling me I should distract myself from being a coward and not talk to you…” He speaked fast and you were trying to follow up. “I swear I didn’t watched them, I tried, but they were too tacky”
“There’s tasteful porn?” you laughed.
“There should be… somewhere” he laughed back. 
“Bet the bastard wanted you to return them so I could catch you myself!” 
“He a hundred percent did.” 
There was a moment of silence after the laugh, and you felt like staring at the floor because looking at him was becoming addicting too quickly. 
“Want me to help you close? I want you to walk out with me for a while, maybe get some coffee?” He suddenly speaks, and you snap out of the mental image of you two sitting on your couch, a few cats around. 
“Uh- well I just need to take out the trash and I’m ready, I- would love that,” He smiles from ear to ear and stands straight, making you notice he’s like, really really tall. 
“I’ll help you with that, be ready when I come back!” He sprinted towards the entrance where the two plastic bags laid one beside the other and took them out. You run towards the bathroom as soon as he’s out, changing your ugly uniform shirt into your spare one, feeling relieved when you notice is there this time. After putting roll on, combing your hair a little and putting some perfume you walk out, finding him waiting for you near the entrance.
He asks if he can wash his hands and once that’s done you close up, and you start walking beside him to nowhere in particular. 
You suggest walking to your recent favorite spot, a part cafe, part flower shop near your apartment. Walking there you talk about your studies, the tedious but fun times at the video store, his job at the library (he was such a nerd!), his and your cat, about everything and nothing in particular, and time just flew by so quickly.
“This is so nice, I didn’t even notice the hour!” you say checking the casio watch on your wrist. And he does the same. 
“Let me walk you home, I would feel bad by letting you take a cab at this hour.”
“It’s not far away…” you object but he insists. “Fine, but just by the door, what if you are indeed a creep or something!” He pouts and gives you the stink eye. You laughed, delighted how quickly you became comfortable with each other.
Once at your door you ask him to give you his palm. “I learned this trick from our dear Gyu,” you say, taking out a sharpie pen from your backpack and writing your number on his palm. “There, call me as soon as you get home, I’m not done talking to you.”
You thanked him for the coffee and sprinted towards your complex door without letting him say anything else. 
A quarter to eleven, your phone starts ringing. 
Grabbing the cordless phone from its base and throwing yourself over your bed you answer. “Hello?,” 
“I was about to tell you my name and ask you on a proper date,” you heard his shaky voice from the other line. He must have literally run or sprinted towards his own apartment. “But you ran away.” 
You smiled, twirling your hair, eyes closed remembering every moment since you closed the video store a few hours ago.
“Y/n?,” 
“Not yet cat-boy, I want you to tell me only after you first kiss me.” A few moments of silence before he speaks again, you can’t see him but you know he’s smiling too.
“Deal, then I won’t be cat-boy much longer.”
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ghcstao3 · 5 months
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based on the addition of this because i think it’s silly
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It didn’t look my different from the other tapes, and that’s about as far as Ghost’s defence goes.
Dated and labelled accordingly as is every other tape in the box Ghost had unearthed while digging through his old things, he hardly thinks to be deterred by something titled Tommy’s wedding—it sounds perfectly normal, a happy glimpse into a life Ghost misses dearly from time to time, and he doesn’t see why he shouldn’t show Soap what had been recorded of a great memory.
The tapes were the only way Soap would ever get to know the Riley family, and Ghost supposes the wedding would be the perfect captured moment.
Except, whoever penned the label on the VHS thought it’d be real funny to betray the organization system just to play some practical joke on whoever decided to put the tape into the player more than a decade down the line.
Normally, Ghost might blame Tommy—but once the incriminating footage begins to play, the fault is obviously on Beth, because no one else would have ever had the need to see this tape in particular.
Soap immediately curls back into Ghost’s side as he returns to the couch, content to watch as he had all the other tapes Ghost had decided to show—a gentle fondness is inscribed into his expression as grainy chatter fills the space, a soft smile on his lips as a camera is shakily—and stealthily—set up in one of Tommy’s old mate’s living rooms.
Ghost frowns. Because distantly he recognizes the scene as Tommy’s stag, and not at all the wedding.
Though, he supposes, to lend credit—the precursor, ceremony, and reception could very well all just be mashed onto one tape. It’s what Ghost presumes, anyway, until he hears playful jeering and the clunky click of someone pressing play on a CD player.
It happens too fast, and realization comes much too slow as Tommy and a younger Simon appear just off-centre of the screen, entirely unaware of the camera pointed at them. Simon hears the first notes of the song and scrambles for the remote—only to find that Soap is holding it out of his reach, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he seems to come to some sort of revelation, too.
Ghost narrows his eyes. Commands, voice low, “Pause it, Johnny.”
Soap grins. “Don’t think so.”
It’s too late, anyhow.
Ghost is well and truly fucked as the Spice Girls’ Wannabe filters through his TV’s speakers. He’s never been so mortified.
He wishes he could melt into the couch along with his shame, watching his brother and younger self dance to the song in the same way they’d choreographed when the thing first came out. As stupidly drunk as they were at the time of the video playing on screen, Ghost is surprised they remembered any of it at all.
Any being too much, of course.
Soap only pauses when the song comes to an end, looking to Ghost expectantly, biting his cheek to surely keep from bursting into laughter then and there.
Ghost refuses to look him in the eye.
“We were pissed,” Ghost grumbles. “Bachelor party.”
“You still remember the dance?” Soap goads.
Ghost turns to glare at him. “Johnny.”
“What?” Soap’s face twitches. “Just a question. Of which you didn’t answer.”
Ghost folds his arms petulantly across his chest. How he wishes Beth were still around so he could get revenge for this embarrassing incident. Beyond embarrassing, really.
“No, I don’t.” Yes, he does. “A word of this to anyone and you’re dead, Tav.”
“Aw.” Soap folds back into Ghost’s side, and Ghost could never deny the way he softens, even if just a bit. Soap trails a palm from Ghost’s bicep to his forearm, almost soothing if his only intention wasn’t to tease. “You don’t mean tha’.”
“I do,” Ghost insists, but really, he’s always been a bad liar.
Soap shakes his head. “Nah,” he sighs. “But… I won’t tell anyone, swear. So long as I get to see you do that dance—otherwise this tape is getting rewound and shipped to Gaz with the VCR.”
“Are you blackmailing me?”
“Mhm,” Soap hums. “But only out of love, see.”
Ghost rolls his eyes. He plucks the remote from Soap’s hand and presses stop, not wanting to risk any more condemning footage appear. Perhaps he’ll have to start going through these tapes by himself first, from now on.
“Well, out of love I’ll let you live. How’s that?”
Soap smiles up at him, reaching up an arm to pat Ghost’s cheek twice. “Might be able to convince me.”
Ghost huffs. Convince he must, then.
He knows Beth and Tommy would’ve found this hilarious, the pricks.
In another life, he supposes.
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Buried Alive (Gojo x Geto)
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Author's note: Hey lovely readers. This fic is based off of the basement au created by @sadbenedict
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Synopsis: Gojo spares Geto from death, opting for something more infinite.
Warnings: Thoughts of self harm, self harm, unhealthy relationships
“Suguru?” Satoru softly asked.
His ex kept his back turned, staring blankly at the old tv Satoru had found tucked away in storage. The only thing it could play was vhs tapes, mostly old sitcoms. So the silence was occasionally broken by a laugh track. 
“Suguru?” he asked again.
The laugh track played again, no response.
Satoru sighed in defeat. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”
He left without saying another word. 
~
Satoru’s life was a little fucked up at the moment. 
And if he stopped to think about it for more than a few seconds he’d probably go insane. 
For starters, Suguru Geto, his ex, had managed to take out an entire village and put a target on his back by the age of seventeen. Then, he disappeared off the face of the planet, only to reemerge with a new purpose, new loved ones. 
It destroyed Satoru. His first heartbreak. 
He had replayed the events over and over again in his head throughout the years. How could he do this? 
Leave him and the people who had loved him the most. Replacing them all. Replacing him. But Satoru could never replace him, and that adoration would destroy them both. 
~
“How old are you?” 
Satoru looked up at the old man behind the counter. He had been coming to the same secondhand store for the last two weeks to get tapes for Suguru, and had managed to catch the shipowner's curiosity. 
“I’m 27,” he answered.
The shop owner furrowed his brow. “Aren’t you a little young to still be buying tapes? Even the old timers don’t bother with this stuff anymore.”
Satoru chuckled and pulled out his wallet. “I guess I just have a hard time letting go.”
~
“Your arm looks good, Geto,” Shoko murmured as she inspected her handiwork.
After the failed christmas eve attack, Satoru had brought him to her office, desperate to heal his broken body. With the aid of reverse cursed technique and the abilities she’d honed in medical school, he was physically perfected. Mentally, that was another story. 
Her former friend looked withered, weighed down under the massive chains Satoru used to hold him down. He was thin from not eating, dark circles under his eyes from not sleeping. 
“Not bad for someone who cheated her way through med school,” he jested. 
“Better than running a ponzi scheme,” she retorted.
“Which I could get back to doing if you broke these chains and let me go,” Suguru suggested.
“Nice try asshole.”
“It was worth a shot.”
Shoko packed up her medical bag, snapping it shut with more gusto than necessary. 
“How long are you going to ice him out?” she asked.
“For however long I’m stuck in this shit hole,” he mumbled.
She sighed, pulling her cigarettes out of her lab coat pocket. 
“I’d offer you a lighter but I’m a little indisposed at the moment.”
Shoko ignored the quip, fishing a cigarette out of the carton and placing it between her lips, then retrieving her own lighter she always carried on her. 
“That’s alright,” she muttered, her pursed lips balancing the cigarette. “I stopped depending on you a long time ago.”
She left him to ponder that sentiment, it hurt more than he would have liked to admit. 
~
2007
It was scorching outside.
So to alleviate the discomfort from the heat Suguru closed the windows and put his fan on the highest level it could go. 
Satoru later joined him. 
The two of them laid on the floor and stared up at the ceiling while a Weezer cd played. Satoru had ‘borrowed’ it from Ichiji.
“I’ll put it back in his room later,” Satoru lazily assured him.
On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain
Suguru turned his head to face Satoru, he looked so peaceful at that moment.
It made Suguru feel assured, his feet were firmly on the ground, right here, in this moment, the world was still. 
Satoru smiled. “I know.”
So Suguru closed his eyes, being lulled to sleep from a mixture of heat and music.
But it didn’t matter. 
He was safe here. 
We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore
“Suguru?”
~
“Suguru?”
Suguru slowly opened his eyes. 
He must have dozed off after Shoko left. 
He couldn’t remember the last time he had a dream that wasn’t a nightmare. But why have one when he was living in some twisted reality that was more eerie than anything his mind could conjure. 
Satoru set some bags down on the ground and approached him.
“I got some more tapes, books, cassettes, and a few things for dinner.”
Suguru just blankly stared at him, although he found the dream he had just had softened his heart a touch with nostalgia, much to his dismay. Still, he wouldn’t give his captor the satisfaction of being vulnerable with him. 
~
Satoru had bought an assortment of convenience store food, takeout, and a box of Kikufuku from that bakery he was always raging about whenever he went to Sendai on business. Suguru should have been grateful but the glutinous setup made him nauseous. It felt orchestrated to create a well balanced facade. Something that Satoru was determined to perform. 
While he set everything up he told him about what was going on in the world beyond his cell. 
“Yuta’s away with Miguel for the time being. And Megumi seems to be doing well so far.”
He pressed a Kikufuku against Suguru’s mouth, but he kept his jaw wired shut, refusing the gift.
So Satoru set it back down on the plate with the other food that remained untouched. 
“Shoko told me you were in excellent health but you’re still underweight.”
The white haired sorcerer took the box and popped a sweet into his mouth, then another.
“I checked up on the twins while I was out,” he said in between chews. 
Suguru’s throat tightened up, but he remained silent. 
Satoru pulled another sweet out of the box, examining it in the dim light of the cell. 
“These are so good. Are you sure you don’t want one?”
Suguru just glared at him.
Satoru sighed and dropped the uneaten sweet back into the box. 
“I should get going. Megumi’s home alone and-”
“You are unbelievable,” Suguru muttered. 
Satoru tilted his head. “What?”
Suguru scoffed. “You brought up Mimiko and Nanako on purpose. So if you're going to deliver some half baked threat at least have the decency to say it to my face. 
Satoru smiled, a fake one that made him look manic. “Don’t worry. If I wanted those things gone I would have taken care of them a long time ago.”
Suguru clenched his jaw. “If you hurt them-”
“You’ll what?” Satoru simply asked. “What will you do?”
Suguru felt his heart drop. All of a sudden things had become alarmingly more clear. Satoru was gone. And in his place was a monster.
He was the strongest. And everyone else was destined to follow him.
Satoru picked up the uneaten kikufuku and held it towards Suguru.
“Now, are you hungry?”
~
The kikufuku had left a bitter taste in Suguru’s mouth, worse than any curse he had been forced to swallow. 
After Satoru had left he found the taste growing stronger and stronger. 
He wanted to shove his fingers down his throat and throw it all up but he couldn’t with these damn chains around his hands, his feet, his neck. So he grew agitated, agitation morphed into anger, until it reached blinding rage. 
The television played some mind numbing sitcom behind him. About some fake perfect family living their fake perfect life. Someone said an unfunny joke and the laugh track dutifully followed. 
It set him off, so he lunged himself towards the television and slammed his fist through the screen. 
Finally, the laughter stopped, but only momentarily, as it started bubbling out of his lips. 
Suguru pulled his fist out of the broken screen and examined his bloodied hand. And he laughed harder. 
He laughed until he cried. 
Then screamed. 
Then cried again, sinking to the ground. 
No one could hear him in the windowless room below ground. He was buried alive, and no matter how loud he screamed, or cried, or laughed, no one heard. No one except the strongest, Satoru Gojo, his first love, who had kept him here in purgatory. 
He was nowhere. 
And here he would stay. 
~
The End. 
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Still love (not) when I read a fic that's supposed to take place in the 90s and they act like a VHS or a cassette tape weighed 'like a brick' when those mfers were as heavy as a pack of wafers, if that.
Also bc I have seen this on four occasions in four different fics...
You couldn't just film over ANY tape. It had to be a re-writable tape. An official movie release or tape could not be overwritten.
You had to buy a special tape and use the function via your VCR to record over what was playing on TV.
So a cherished copy of Star Trek or whatever movie would be safe from any erasing so long as it was an official copy - if it was copied from a television broadcast - well then RIP it could be written over.
Also, you didn't rewind VHS tapes with pencils (????). That was for cassette tapes and only to FIX them if the tape got snagged and pulled out, usually by the tape player. MOST VCRs had a rewind function. There was only ONE player I had ever seen that didn't and had a separate machine to rewind.
Hardly anyone used Laserdisks or Beta but they were out there.
I guess a final note would be that from about 1997-2003 when it came to actual domestic TECH there was not much difference - with the rise in CDs and introduction to DVDs as analog type tech was being phased out for digital things were mostly the same. However VHS tapes were sold alongside of DVDs for a very very long time until they were phased out in the 2000s.
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Terrible Trilogy
Part 23
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Randy's words ran out in your head as you saw a face you never thought you'd see ever again.
'Rule number three: The past will come back to bite you in the ass. Whatever you think you know about the past? Forget it! The past is not at rest! Any sins you think were committed in the past are about to break out and destroy you.'
You slowly shook your head in denial at who you were looking at. "…Mr. Prescott?...B-But you're-"
"Dead?" He mumbled with a huff. Mask discarded on the ground while dressed in a black cloak just like all the others. His knife was still dripping with Roman's blood as he held it tightly in his gloved hand. "...I should be. I should be dead. I should have just stayed in that house and burnt to a crisp alongside my daughter." His upper lip rose in disdain. "But you all changed that. Didn't you?"
You didn't know if you were breathing…You took a hesitant step back as his face twisted into a hardened glare; a shell of the friendly Dad you had met a handful of times prior at Sidney's house 5 years ago.
"No. No, I tried to get you out. You wouldn't go-"
"Why would I when I had nothing left to live for, YN? I would have gladly burnt with her and the two pieces of shit that killed her…But then I saw them escape out the backdoor."
You remembered the lampstand in your hand, gripping it tighter as he slowly walked towards you. "Oh, how I wanted to rip them apart with my bare hands for what they did. Nothing mattered compared to what I felt when I watched my wife and daughters' killers escape!" He yelled as he stalked towards you, kicking Roman's body out of the way. You side stepped around furniture to get some distance between you both.
He stopped between you and the couch, towering over you. "So I made it through the fire and out of the back door. My only regret was not taking my daughters body with me just to have something left to bury…But my need to get them was too strong to think. I saw them go to the woods and I chased after them. Couldn't find them…So I went home."
Your brows scrunched. "...What?...Why not call the police? Tell them you saw them escape?"
"I was in shock, YN. " He muttered as you slid back, lampstand braced in your hand ready to swing the second he got close enough.
"I don't even remember walking home that night; but I did. Some burns, wheezing, tired. I just remember coming to in Sidney's room…Clutching her stuffed animals on her bed." His voice cracked ever so slightly while he wore a small smile. His voice barely above a whisper. "She was so caring, wasn't she? So loving and mature and strong willed…All around me were memories of her. It was the only comfort I had." He sucked in a shaky breath as his voice lowered; the smile faded. "I almost called the police. Let them know what I saw, that I lived, that I wanted justice for what those two had done…But the more I paced her room and saw her smiling face in photos. Her CDs, her VHS tapes, her stuffed animals and her clothes…The more I realized she was gone. My little angel, my sweet girl…Gone. The more I thought about that night; The more prison didn't feel good enough for what they took from me."
He gritted his teeth as he ranted to you, his face twisting in rage as his eyes glistened but not a single tear strayed. "They took EVERYTHING from me!!"
"Mr. Prescott-" You mumbled, unsure what to feel or what to even say as he cut you off.
You swore you heard crashing from outside as he continued. " Can you imagine my shock after Stu Macher ambushed me from behind that night? Hit me over the head in the driveway…Sidney must have thought I was driving my own car that night when it left. I was bound and gagged when I woke up in a shed some time later. Loomis taunting me for days that he was the one that murdered my wife a year before as well as his disturbing plans for Sidney. All while his goon of a friend took every opportunity to kick and hit me or threaten me with a knife. If it wasn't for the plan to frame me for my own daughters murder and send me to prison for life; I would have been tortured to death by those sick bastards."
He seemed to ignore the noise as he gave a humorless, crazed smirk that made your stomach sink. "You see? What father in their right mind wouldn't want those fuckers dead for what they did to my family!? The feeling as a man and as a father that I failed! I left her alone with a killer on the loose. That little good for nothing bastard, Billy, was probably smirking behind my back everytime he walked out my door. The piece of shit that killed her Mother had my daughter under his arm on a daily basis…And I didn't see it." He forced it out with a grimace, nothing but torment in his voice. "The pain of seeing her fight so hard in her final moments…While I was a weak pathetic heap on the floor, tied up and unable to help her as she had to face down those bastards alone!... No Father should have to see his little girl fighting for her life and unable to help her. It was HELL." He choked out before swallowing his agony and staring at you. "All she had…Was you."
A sick feeling crept in you as he stared right through you. His eyes were giving you a mile long stare that made the hair raise on the back of your neck.
"Mr. Prescott…Neil." You tried to reason. "I swear to you, on my life, I didn't help them that night. I swear. I didn't help them. I was only trying to help de-escalate the situation. I didn't want anyone to die, okay? I tried stopping them all night-"
"I believed that." Neil gave with a somber expression. "I saw and heard you fighting Billy that night. I was there the entire time, remember? Well, until I was stuck in that closet. I was so glad she had someone fighting for her when I couldn't." He shook his head, eyes unblinking and still hyper focused on you. "...Then you went and took a bullet for him."
"Neil please, let me explain. Please, I-"
He cut you off, holding up the knife to silence you. "I reasoned that you were just being a dumb, naive little girl…I didn't want to hurt you! I didn't even consider putting you in the same category as those two. You even tried helping me out of that fire, for God sakes. You were just too soft hearted; that's what I told myself…And then..."
He pulled out photo after photo from his pockets under his costume and threw them at your feet. Your jaw clenched when you saw pictures of you and Billy and Stu talking to each other or in your CRV or walking down the street lying on the ground for anyone to see. The room felt smaller as Neil raised his brows at you. The argument died in your throat as he stepped closer and you raised the unplugged, brass lamp stand in your hands. You heard Randy and Dewey yelling and the clanking of metal as they tried in vain to move the sealed door. "And if that doesn't work?" He motioned his head towards the projector, long forgotten while facing Roman, just to see a video of Billy and Stu very much alive and getting out of your car and into the motel room.
Your breath caught in your throat.
"I was hoping Roman was going to see that I switched his film reel with one of my own during his little speech as a distraction. What a fucking overgrown egotistical, brat." He sighed with a mocking shrug. "All well. I suppose the important people are going to find this anyway. Gale and Dewey and Randy… Before I kill them, of course. They have to know the truth before they die. Everyone has to know this was justice being served. Oh, and the Cops…The media will have a field day with it-"
"Neil, PLEASE!" You begged with desperate tears in your eyes, your voice in a panic. "I swear to you, you're wrong! Please just let me explain, I'm begging you."
He ignored you, just glaring at you with so much hatred as he spoke. "You know, YN…5 years ago I would have believed you. I blamed them, I blamed the Woodsboro police, that incompetent Sherrif, that dumbass rookie Riley fumbling every chance he had to end it that night, the Loomis's and Macher's for raising such piles of trash for sons, for Gale Weathers trying to make a quick buck off my wives murder and then my daughters!…I blamed everyone but you." He sighed as he slid his knife over the couch. "If people knew that I lived; then I couldn't kill them myself and it might have alerted the morons I was hunting them down. So, I made a choice to go to a vacation home I own in Mexico and go MIA. I stayed there until I heard the murders happening again 2 years later."
He got closer as you backed up, trying to keep your voice firm as you warned him through tears. "Stay away."
"...I'll admit, it pissed me off to see you accepted into the college Sid had her hopes on. But I tried so hard to put that away and to save that rage for those two. I thought I was going to finally kill them! Save you from them! Save you like I couldn't save her…I got there too late, but load and behold, there you were. Letting Stu go as you talked to him on that goddamn shed."
"I-I'm fucking warning you! Stay away!" You spat out as he got closer and you almost tripped over a chair to get away from him.
"I sent that note as my own warning. I wanted so badly to think that would scare you. That you'd slip up and maybe, just maybe call the cops on them…I couldn't come to terms with the idea that Gale was right about you all along."
You went to swing the lampstand just for him to grab it mid swing. Your eyes widened as he shoved it back before letting go; sending you flying backwards onto the ground. Lampstand thankfully still in hand.
In that moment, you realized it was Neil you barely got away from in the woods that night.
You backpedaled, eyes wide as you started piecing it together. "...You…You were in the SUV."
"- I lost track of you after your court case against Gale."
"You were the notes." You gasped out, staggering to get up the nearest wall to stand. "The note in my purse at the restaurant when I bumped into someone. It was you, wasn't it? The pictures of all of us, the woods, the phone calls!"
He continued his story as he watched you get up and be cornered by him. He spoke a few feet away. "Couldn't find Billy or Stu. I was slowly losing my will to go on as time went by. So I went after the one loose end that had bugged me for years…A dirty secret. A copy of a birth certificate I had found hidden away in our attic a few months before Maureen died. I knew she was cheating on me and I was trying to find proof but nothing could prepare me for finding out that she secretly had a son." He mumbled. "I tracked down Roman. I fully planned to try my damndest to have some peace by confronting the truth of the lies my wife lived."
You tried to run for it, going to try doors as Neil came towards you. You tried jumping over Milton's body just to slip on the blood spilled under him. You scrambled after coming face to face with his cold, dead, unblinking eyes and pale complexion on the ground. You screamed, covered in his blood just trying to get away as Neil just watched you struggle. Taking his sweet time to get to you. You bolted to the door Dewey and Randy were yelling from and where you came in at. Smacking your hands on the metal and then using the lampstand in your hand at the lock. "Please! Help me! Dewey…Randy!…" You choked out, realizing it was pointless.
"No such luck, kid. You're not going anywhere."
You turned around, eyes landing on Roman's corose…And remembering what he had that trapped you in here in the first place as Neil continued, "I went to his office, sat and waited and couldn't help snooping while he had a late meeting…That…That was the beginning of this a little over 6 months ago. Because when I found out he was making Stab 3, when I found that false bottom in his drawer with a list of all the names in Woodsboro…And my wife being the first one crossed out? I knew. He could have lied and said it was for characters for the movie but I damn well knew better. I dug deeper, snuck into his office after hours and his home to find the tapes, the journals, the plan…Every goddamn thing that bastard did that he thought cops would overlook as just 'part of the movie'. But I knew and it looked like I was right after all. Through him; I found Stu Macher that he had found at some dive bar. Bragging while drunk. He sent the agent and I followed her just outside the studio. I didn't want to kill her but she saw me and left me no choice. Then I followed Stu once he left."
"...That's how she was so far away but still came up dead the same night as Cotton. Cotton and his girlfriend were Roman; the Agent was you." You voiced aloud, eyes narrowed as he raised his brows.
"And Billy thinks he's the brains of it all." He mocked before his expression darkened. "And through him…I was enraged to find you."
He stabbed the couch nearby as he looked away, talking with an edge to his voice. "To find him at your house. To know you had been harboring him all this time." He sneered at you.
"Neil…You don't understand-"
"I UNDERSTAND that you enabled my daughter to be killed! I UNDERSTAND you had a chance to turn them in but you chose not to!"
"No one believed me and it would have been a target on my head!-"
His face twisted as he marched towards you while you got behind the couch.
"And now? I understand that you're actively helping them." He gritted his teeth.
"It's for my safety! No one would believe me! Aren't you listening?!"
"That what? You weren't seeing my daughter's boyfriend behind her back? That you're not how the movies and books portray you as? That you weren't actively helping them and playing the victim to not get caught?"
Your voice barely above a whisper as you begged him. "Neil, please. You were there! You saw I was fighting them off. I swear to you, I swear to God I don't have a choice right now. You didn't give me a fucking choice."
He shoved a vase aside, crashing it to the ground to shatter as he yelled. "I gave you an opportunity to separate yourself from them! To tell the truth! To do the right thing even if it meant sacrifice!"
You frowned deeply and raised your voice. "No! You cornered me into helping them or go to prison for something I didn't do!"
He was entirely too close as he glared down at you. He looked tired, unhealthy and down right out deranged as he looked at you with nothing but hate. He slowly mumbled out so deep it was practically a growl in his throat. "...I don't care if you were or were not helping them to kill Sidney; All I know is you're not turning them in. You're traveling with them. You're inviting one into your house to stay. You're allowing them to live and go free. " His face twisted in rage as he reached for you. "YOU'RE ALIVE AND SHE IS DEAD BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!" He roared out before lunging at you over the couch.
You swung the lampstand at his head and missed as he went to grab you. You swung the stand at his hand instead, right onto his knuckles as he hissed in pain. You ran, trying to get away from him just for him to tackle you. You gasped, the air knocked out of you as you used that stand as the only thing keeping his knife in his hand away from your chest.
He spoke out through his teeth as you struggled to keep him off. "I tracked you all down. And Billy?..." He gave a dark chuckle with a smirk. "Ohh, I found him alright. I found that little cretin first. I made sure of it. " You released a defiant yell as you tried to fight to not have this much stronger, bigger man get his knife any closer. "I tracked him down a few weeks prior to this after he made a sloppy kill and of course the police had no idea who would do such a thing in a peaceful town…But I did." He gave with a sneer. "I made sure to torture him for as long as I could before I found you. I planned on using Roman as my red herring after killing Billy and Stu and leaving the evidence behind that he wanted the fame they took for his idea. Who the FUCK would question it?!" He yelled as he pushed the knife closer.
He pressed harder till you were fighting for your life to keep his knife away. "Roman is DEAD for what he did to my wife! Every actor on set of making these damn movies to keep these sick fucks idolized is dead. Milton is dead. Soon so will Gale Weathers, Dewey Riley, even Randy Meeks for being near you as collateral damage…And most of all, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher are dying right after I lure them in by killing you…And you're dying tonight for letting them kill my goddamn daughter!"
You jerked your knee up as hard as you could before he keeled over with a harsh gasp and you used his own weight to toss him off of you with your legs. Scrambling to get away from him, you grabbed the nearest vase and smashed it over his head. He released a groan as he struggled to stand and you ran once again. He chased after you as you were running on pure instinct at this point like you had many times before.
You ran to Roman's body, trying to get that remote to open the door but Neil drew you back when he grabbed you by the shoulder. You lashed out and punched him in the face as hard as you could…All it did was send his head sideways before he reeled back and slammed his fist into your cheek in retaliation. You fell backwards, the hit hard enough to have you disoriented, you felt your head spin sideways and your entire body rotated from the hit before he grabbed you by the back of your head and slammed your face into the bar.
Your vision blurred until you saw a knife plunge into the wood an inch from your face. You used your weight to drop out from under his hold as he came at you with the knife. Grabbing a glass on the bar, you threw it at his temple before you grabbed the biggest vase you could and threw that thing at him with yell.
You made a running lunge at Roman's body, going for his pocket and grabbing the remote before a much larger hand grabbed yours. He dug his fingers into the stitched up slash you had and you couldn't hold back the pained cry as you gritted your teeth and rolled away right when he went to stab you. Still having a hold of your hand as you both fought for the remote. You faced him, body away as you were trying to get up to jerk it away. You started pressing buttons as you fought, not hearing the door unlock before a knife was brought down onto your hand.
You stared in shock as you saw it pierce clear through. Your mouth opened wide but a sound wouldn't come out at that knife puncturing your entire right hand. You trembled, as he jerked out the knife and you dropped the remote. He just grabbed it and threw it against a wall.
You finally released the scream as the pain rose from your hand, clear up your arm. He went to stab you again and you ducked behind a nearby chair just in time. A trembling yell escaping you at the blood pooling from your hand. He knocked the chair over and stabbed into the floor a mere inch from your leg, cursing as he got his knife stuck. He jerked it, putting his boot near the wood to pull. While he was distracted, you forced yourself up and tried to ignore your hand, grabbing a wooden chair and smashing it over his hunched over body. His knife clattered away from him and you raised the chair high over your head, ready to beat him to death at this point. Whatever it took to get away from him.
He looked up at you from the ground, blood trickled from his head down his neck towards his minor burn scars he had from the first hit. Suddenly, he jerked his leg out. Throwing your balance was knocked out from under you and your body hit the floor beside him. You tried to get up just for a boot to come crashing into your face. A burning pain went through your nose at the kick.
He got up while you were still stumbling to even sit up. Jerked you towards him just to kick you in the chest as you landed a foot away. You cried out in pain as he held you down with his boot on you.
"S-stop." You muttered as he pressed into you. "Stop! Do you think this is what Sid would want?! To kill and hurt her friends? Me, Randy, Dewey...You think she'd want this?!" You yelled out through ragged breaths of air, trying to keep his weight off of your ribs.
His eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Only a moment's hesitation before he kicked you aside. You rolled a few feet before you tried to force yourself up with your good hand just for him to grab you by your throat, hauling you up with his fingers clamped over your windpipe hard enough to make what Billy did early look downright out weak. His knife clattered to the ground as you realized he must have decided he'd rather kill you this way instead.
"Don't you EVER tell me what she would want! She's DEAD because of you and because of those two pieces of shit!! I HAVE NOTHING BECAUSE OF YOU!!" He yelled. He didn't even look like the man you said 'hi' to when you would visit Sidney in Highschool.
You gagged, gasping for air as you clawed at his wrists. Suddenly…The lights went out. Just enough to distract Neil as he looked up.
A loud banging persisted at a door as he decided to just drop you. You collapsed on the floor in a weak heap, grabbing at your throat and coughing to try and get air. Vision blurred and your head spinning in the now dark room.
You heard a distant call of your name as you looked around the best you could; trying to find the source of the voice. You couldn't even get up, too many hits to your head and being choked nearly to death as you faintly heard a door creak and someone whisper your name.
You slowly looked up to see…Detective Kincaid. Gun in hand, worry on his face as he crept into the room…Neil nowhere to be found.
You looked up as Kincaid whispered, "Where is he?"
Your heart dropped as you saw Neil jump out from the curtain, slamming a chair against Mark's head as he tumbled down with a groan. Knocked out completely before you could even warn him.
You sank your head back to the floor as Neil bent down…Your left hand snaked out from under you across the carpet as your fingers found the knife he lost when he strangled you. You gripped it, steadied your breath the best you could and slowly got up. You raised the knife, creeping towards him just for Neil to whip around before you got close enough.
Everything seemed to slow down when you heard the gunshot go off and the impact to your abdomen as it sent you back to the ground. A shriek ripping from your throat that didn't even sound like it came out of you to your own ears. You collapsed on your back in shock at just being shot, terrified to even check where you were shot at.
You heard a grunt and Kincaid say something…And then another gunshot. You flinched. Staring up at the ceiling with tears in your eyes…You were too afraid to look. You couldn't look even if you tried before Neil stood over top of you, gun aimed at your face.
Another bang from the gun as you saw him pull the trigger. You swore you heard someone scream your name when that gun went off.
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Randy heard the gunshot and his entire world stopped. Dewey stopped banging on the door for a second as Gale slowly covered her mouth…The second shot was what brought him back to reality.
"YN!!" Your name ripped out of him as the worst case scenario was happening and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
"There's gotta be another way in there!" Dewey yelled out, kicking at the door, all his aches and pains gone as he was desperate to get to you.
Dewey already took a volt of electricity by sticking tweezers into a light socket just to shut down the power to get to you. He furiously shook the bookcase, a look on his face Randy had never seen before as he looked downright frantic.
Randy heard nothing but silence on the other side and that truly scared him. He remembered they were dealing with a Trilogy and he felt his body shake as he slammed his hand against the bookcase, meaning every word. "YOU HURT HER AND I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU!! I'LL CUT OFF YOUR FUCKING HEAD, FREEZE IT, BLOW YOU UP, WHATEVER IT TAKES!"
Gale looked around before jerking at Dewey and interrupting Randy. "There's gotta be a backroom like what Jennifer went through. Come on! We're not getting anywhere like this!"
Randy hesitated before him and Dewey ran the best they could with Gale though the room and out through the hallway.
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He froze…He just completely froze at what he witnessed. Both of them raced in when they heard the first gunshot. Stopping in his tracks as he saw you laying on the ground with a large figure looming over you. The metal shine of a gun was barely visible until he saw the spark, heard the bang, and then heard you cry out before going limp.
'No…No, no, no, no-' He thought over and over. Him killing you was one thing; he could predict that. He could control that. But this? There was no control. The only person he truly had left, the only person he ever felt what he considered love for was killed right in front of him…He didn't mean anything earlier. He just…He just got crazy sometimes. Got too intense, too emotional, too impulsive. He didn't mean to get this way but he couldn't help himself. You pushed him and he couldn't control himself. However, at least if you died by his hand; it'd be different. You'd die out of an act of love…This? This was like the world died around him.
Billy's mouth hung open like a deer in headlights, eyes darted to other bodies scattered throughout the room before staring back at yours in front of the killer. He looked on at the scene, shock written all over his face before Stu looked back at the killer responsible for this.
"Roman." Stu uttered through gritted teeth, a blinding burning in his chest as he drew out his knife and charged full force without a second thought.
"Stu, wait!" Billy tried to grab him just as the figure turned to shoot. He felt Billy tackle him. A gunshot rang out as it barely missed them and they both rolled behind the bar.
Stu could barely make out Billy glaring at him through the dark as their eyes adjusted to it. Stu went to go out again before Billy jerked him back down, pressing them both against the bar as they listened for footsteps.
They heard the door they came out of shut and lock as Billy crept out with Stu following close behind.
"Come on now. Are you going to hide like scared little boys or are you going to face me like men?" A deep voice announced. "That's what all this was, wasn't it? Just two bratty little teenagers trying to prove they're big and bad now, RIGHT?"
Stu didn't instantly recognize the voice…It didn't sound like Roman. However, Billy must have recognized it. Freezing mid step. All Stu could think of was getting to kill the guy that killed you. He didn't care WHO he was.
"Come on, Loomis! It's a little late to get nervous around your girlfriend's old man, isn't it?" He called out as he got closer, tapping his gun against the wooden bar before he looked behind it to see them not there.
Stu looked at Billy in shock as they hid behind the couch. Billy gave him a tense look, mouth drawn tight as he clenched his jaw. He slowly pointed to Stu to go around the couch and Stu nodded. Creeping that way as Billy threw a pillow across the room at Neil and then scrambled away to the floor when Neil shot at the couch. Stu crouched behind a chair, intent on sneaking up on Neil while Billy army crawled to the other chair.
"Stop messing around, you little shits! Your mentor, Roman, he's dead! Every actor on Stab 3 is dead!…And now, YN is dead too."
Stu sucked in a breath through his nostrils, teeth grinding at that.
Neil was losing his patience as well, kicking over a bar stool, "Come on! You had the balls to do what you did 5 years ago; now face me you fucking spineless bastards!"
Stu saw an opportunity and took it. Lunging at him from the side to tackle him to the ground. Neil crashed with Stu on top of him. He didn't hesitate to cock his fist back and slam it into Neil's face. The hit was hard enough to have Neil wince, head lashing to the side and blood trickle from his mouth. Stu drew his knife up over his head with both hands, ready to plunge it as hard as he could before he saw Neil's arm jerk up. Gun going off as he crashed to the side off of Neil. He hissed, the bullet skimmed his ribs as he clutched his side.
Stu groaned in pain before he forced himself to stand. Neil got up just in time for Billy to rush him from behind, Neil turned around too quickly. Aiming at him…Just for the gun to click.
Neil sneered; throwing the gun at Billy's face and using a bar stool as a weapon instead. Swinging at him as he stepped back to dodge it before Neil chucked it at Stu. Stu grabbed it and tossed it back at him as he ducked; narrowly missing Billy. All three men in close proximity as Billy and Stu looked for an opening with Neil in between them.
"Throw in the towel, man! It's two able-bodied men against one old man with no weapon." Stu mocked right when he went to stab forward. Neil dodged it, shoving his arm aside and Stu narrowly missed stabbing Billy as Billy moved and it stabbed a stools velvet seat instead. Stu gave him a cringe as Billy shot him a dirty look before glaring at Neil who got away to retrieve his knife from your hand.
Billy and Stu rushed to stop him when he stood back up with it.
Neil gave them both a smirk as he kicked at you lying on the ground and they stopped mid step. "She's dead…Probably has to have a closed casket now." He stepped away as Billy and Stu stared him down.
Stu snapped, seeing red at seeing him kick your body. "Don't say SHIT about her, you limped dick fuck!"
Neil smirked wider and mumbled. "Well, she is. She's dead, Stu. And there's nothing you can do about it now…You were too late."
Billy sneered at Neil as he advanced towards him. "Yeah? Just like you were with your daughter and your skank wife?"
Neil's gaze darkened considerably at that.
Stu and Billy got closer, trying to circle Neil as his eyes darted between them. Getting closer and closer by the second before Neil grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at Billy as a distraction. Billy grabbed it mid air; sucking in a harsh breath at Neil rushing him before he held up that pillow. The knife pierced through it and went into his sternum. Billy shoved away with a pained groan as Stu jumped on to Neil's back and they both tumbled over the furniture. Billy clutched his abdomen, a bit of blood seeping out onto his hand as Stu wrestled with Neil.
Stu felt his features contort as he tried to stab him. He got a stab wound onto Neil's side as Neil yelled out. Despite it, Neil grabbed a nearby lamp and ripped it out of its plug in to slam against Stu's head. He slammed it another time as Stu toppled over.
Billy rushed behind him, grabbing Neil's hair to slice his throat but Neil got a knife into Billy's leg first.
"Argh! Fucker!" Billy screamed out as a knife plunged into his calf and Neil stood up. He made a slicing motion of his knife Billy narrowly dodged, stumbling with a stab wound in both his left calf and his sternum. He drove Billy back towards the bar again with a lunge of his blade that missed. Both of them eyeing each other the best they could in the dark room. Lashing out at one another to drive the other one back in a knife fight.
"Why not just die and join your pathetic family, asshole?" Billy breathed out, pain everytime he moved as he avoided another stab wound.
"Not until you're both 6 feet under. Just like they are! You're going to pay for everything you've done!"
"Shit." Stu mumbled as he stumbled to get back up. His vision blurred as he tried to stand up to help Billy.
They both were at a disadvantage. They always attacked a person when they least expected it. This man, however, was not expecting it but wanting them to come. They were in his ball court on limited energy and in the dark fighting someone with nothing left to lose.
Billy went to attack again. Stabbing Neil in the shoulder and jerking it out as Neil yelled and dropped his own knife. He went to aim for Neil's throat just for the older man to grab the knife his hand was in and shove it back. Billy gritted his teeth, glaring as his arm strength was overpowered and he was forced off balance. He pushed against the bigger older man but Neil had all his weight on his hand, bending it back to the point he thought his wrist would snap. He fought it, sucking in harsh breaths as he braced himself against Neil. The knife slipped from his hand as his wrist was bent back before Neil's fingers wrapped around his throat. Billy grabbed his wrist, fingers digging in as he felt his windpipe being squeezed with a death grip. He tried kicking him, aimlessly feeling for bottles, prying his fingers off but Neil was like a machine at this point. He couldn't breathe as his eyes darted to your body on the ground…His eyes darted back up; choking as Neil glared down at him.
"What's wrong? You're not on your A game, kid. Lacking sleep the last few weeks?"
Billy glared even if his vision looked hazy and Stu once again forced himself to try and get up. He saw an end table and threw it, smashing it against Neil's back as he doubled over and let go of Billy. Billy gasped for air and kicked him away before he got away from the bar.
He tried to run to grab his knife just for Neil to grab it alongside his own on the floor.
"Looking for this?"
"Fuck my life." Billy grumbled as he saw Neil have his weapon as well.
Stu stood up fully, knife still in his hand as he scoffed. "Are you on something or what? Feels like I'm fighting a god damn Gorilla; not an old man."
"It's called grief. Makes you have strength you never thought you had." Neil gave near the bar, breathing hard. Stabbed in multiple places and losing blood but still going.
Billy spit on the ground, clutching his neck to catch his breath as he staggered to stood next to Stu. "Bullshit, your pupils are the size of dinner plates. Needed something to get the balls to kill, huh Neil?"
Neil went to say something but his face fell. Eyes wide as he looked behind both of them. Stu and Billy hesitated to look, leery of giving Neil an edge but they couldn't resist sparing a glance just to see where your body was…Just for it to be gone.
They looked at each other before looking back at Neil. Worse for wear, eyes large as he shook his head. "I shot her…Where is she?!...Where the fuck is her body?!"
Suddenly, he released a scream of pain as you plunged something into his shoulder blades from behind the bar. You raised it up again, face perfectly fine as your expression was filled with primal rage at everything you had gone through tonight. Yelling out as you jerked an ice pick out and plunged it into his upper back as he released a pain filled shriek. Dropping one of the knives from his hand as he staggered.
Stu and Billy's faces dropped as they realized you were very much alive, covered in blood from what they could tell and jumping over the bar to kick a screaming Neil to the ground. Neil collapsed on the ground, mouth open and eyes watering as he seized up in pain at how deeply you stabbed him; possible his spine.
You jumped down to stand over him, teeth clenched and eyes wild. Stu's mouth slacked as he watched you look like a caged animal ready to rip anything and anyone to shreds. He went to stab you just for you to kick it out of his hand with your boot.
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omegaremix · 3 months
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Listen to me very carefully: never go into record collecting. Each and every one of you. I am not fucking around when I say this.
Music has become my entire life since the Brentwood era. I’d never realize I had the collectors’ (or hoarders’) gene until I figured out that I could get into anything and everything I come across. Throw in endless visits to record stores, making mix cassettes and CD’s, the advent of downloading, plus the infinite discovery of anything and everything you could possibly imagine hearing, and you end up with a life-long addiction with no cure.
I have a huge library across all formats as a result of habitual visits to record stores and donations from friends and family. I have no luxury in showing it during the age of doxxing. The amount of music I have sitting on the shelves and the time it takes to listen to it all easily surpass my remaining life expectancy.
During the Summer of ‘18 and ‘22, I decided to treat myself. I’d visit each and every record store on the island (even a couple of city locales) and spent as much money as I possibly could. No regrets. These record-store victory tours netted me literally hundreds of vinyl records, cassettes, and CDs I’d take home. I also purchased a few books along the way as well. While compulsively spending money and treating yourself is great short-term, in the long-term I easily fucked myself, and not in an Aaliyah Milan way. Bottom line: I buy more than what I listen to.
So why the backlog? Other than heavy compulsive buying, you can blame a short attention span, indifference, impatience, non-immediacy, or the low low sticker prices of used music in all formats, and it’d be very easy to shelve titles and fall behind on hearing everything. The time it takes for me to collectively visit each record store (say, 15) for a few hours is a snap of the finger compared to the entire total running time of every vinyl record, cassette, or disc I own combined. Easier to dig your own hole than it is to climb out of it.
That’s not all. There’s Real-Life Syndrome of having to balance a 40-hour workweek, time for the gym and supermarket, and other errands to be done. In my case, I have several ongoing projects with no end in sight such as running this new music blog, a radio show which I spend hours sound-editing for, graphic design, and photography.
And, there’s still more I want to do on top of that. I’ve been meaning to learn Italian and coding. I have a CD / DVD-R archive that needs salvaging before they all suffer disc rot. Plus, I have hundreds of VHS tapes needing to be digitized before fading out forever. 
Ask me why I feel the need to put myself through this? How did this chase of wanting to listen to everything all start? With a Polish goth girl. She was someone I never knew I was looking for all along. Locale, dress code, intellect, sexuality, and her sweet complexion. She mentioned The Forbidden Zone, a cult film featuring Herve Villechaise and Oingo Boingo. Right on the ‘free’ space. How could I forget? We traded playlists and later learned she was into early-era industrial, Adam Parfrey, Caspar Brotzman, and early-Eighties punk. Who else did I knew that were at her level?! The moment she asked me about Phillip K. Dick was when I was caught off-guard. She gave me a run for my money by knowing many things I didn’t while being curious by what she knew. That’s when I realized I should’ve known beforehand and be ready, instead of scrambling to find the answers.
We made plans on meeting up but that never happened. She announced she was taken, and I felt lead on and hurt beyond belief. I wondered why she did what she did and what could I have possibly done wrong. I first felt I wasn’t up to snuff and should’ve been ready to answer everything all along. But, it continued from there.
I posted a few INXS entries on my music blog. Enough for one of my long-time followers to reach out to me about it. She asked me what I thought of them and if I listened to any of their albums recently? I didn’t have much of an answer other than I grew up listening to “New Sensation”, “Devil Inside”, and “Need You Tonight”. I have four of their tapes but haven’t got around to hear them. In a way I felt embarrassed because I only heard their radio singles and never expected someone to stick me on Michael Hutchence. Oops. She got me!
I have others who are crazy for Nine Inch Nails and Depeche Mode. The former would be my saving grace because I’ve been a life-long fan of theirs. It made the latter feel like casual listening as I, once again, grew up listening to their radio singles. (Though, I did end up getting Songs Of Faith And Devotion when that came out and loved it.) She became the starting catalyst of me wanting to fill in most of the blanks from that point on; consistent enough for even Gene Rayburn to walk off the set in protest.
But the real kick in the ass came from a friend of mine from The Great Lakes who’s a TV-show and movie connoisseur. Oh, shit. It’s been a while since I watched either of them. I used to indulge in visuals all the time up until I left Stony Brook. That’s another level of expertise I’ve been falling short of. While there are some titles we both got excited about, she’ll occasionally toss a few my way which I haven’t seen. You could tell how I’d feel every time I miss.
But, she understands and never judges anyone of falling short. If there’s any consolation, she had thrown me a few familiar names that got me down a rabbit hole of everything from 1977 to 1982. The Stranglers, The Fall, Television, Orange Juice, Pere Ubu, and more. She’s set up her Spotify playlists and didn’t mind me pilfering through her music posts. For that, I am grateful because she made me appreciate alternative, peak hipster (‘00’s), chillwave, and even synthwave more. Even I resurrected my Last.fm from two years of dormancy and gladly signed up for Letterboxd which she suggested I do. I always thank her and let her know that everything she’s sent me never goes to waste and is always appreciated.
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There’s quite a list of artists whom I’ve been meaning to reach back and catch up on for a long time. The Cure, The Smiths, Depeche Mode, Henry Rollins, Siouxsie Sioux and more. It never ends. I feel ashamed of myself because (again) these are artists I should’ve known about from the beginning. Friends, music publications, and anything else make me feel like I missed out when they sing the praises of legendary or well-lauded artists, sounds, or albums. The same for movies and TV. The Handmaid’s Tale, Orange Is The New Black, The Office, Curb Your Enthusiasm. In ways, I still feel excluded. I don’t want the other person to think that I’m bullshitting my way to their heart or friendship, but I still have that fear of being rejected and shoved out of the way because of it.
Jello Biafra did say that “not everyone can do 100%”. And he’s right. It goes for what you have in common for people: a Venn diagram in which two people’s interests overlap into one. That also goes for doing massive projects like catching up on your entire media library. It’s a tough undertaking for me to achieve, and I imagine how stressful that is while staying on top of everything. That's when another mutual put their stack of Benjis in and suggest I don’t go crazy; just simply take my time in getting my listens in one at a time. That’s now a reality. Working at home means an hour more worth of time that I would’ve spent otherwise on driving to-and-from my location. I also completed digitizing my entire personal cassette dub library. All 400 of them. That took a few months on-and-off for me to complete. And, new solid-state storage installation means I'll have everything at my fingertips.
Nowadays, I don’t worry much about falling short like I used to, and I shouldn’t. No one should compare themselves to others. Though, it’s fun when you're prepared for those specifics and get double (or even triple) the points when it hits. On the other hand, I have vinyl LPs, tapes, and discs burning on my shelves, waiting to be taken out. I feel knowledge and hard-spent money will all go to waste if I don’t get to them. And, I will. Oh, trust me, I will. I'll be doing that while fending off the constant releases of new sounds, artists, albums, and other discoveries from now until eternity. Like Atari's Tempest, you know they keep coming at you.
(Hat-tips to @sweetness-doesnt-touch-my-face, @sheisthesisterofnight, @tewz, and @xdressedinblack for the push.)
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dukeysquid · 6 months
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My list of things things I’ve questioned if they can exist in my fic/THG universe:
For more context this is all specifically questioning if these things could exist in District 2. These things COULD still make it into my fic so if you’re reading Running Home, on Ao3 and want not even a hint of spoilers of even minor details then feel free to skip.
I’m curious what others think if these kinds of things would be possibly a thing in District 2 as it is one of the better off districts.
(This is mostly just outlandish thoughts that have popped into my head)
Context I’m working with for this as an image of District 2 in my mind:
They have the second largest population out of any district (only being beaten out by 6)
District 2 is very loyal to the Capitol and propagandized to be so
They are the entire military force for the Capital since 13’s gone
In order for District 2 to be so loyal they not only need to be brainwashed and manipulated but also have some form of happiness or content in their lives/benefits the lower districts don’t
the better off districts probs get old stuff that the Capital doesn’t want in terms of both, tech and entertainment
So without further adieu a list that is very odd and questionable:
Green = Could see it
Orange = Ehhhh maybe
Red = You’re pushing it
1. Recreational Sports:
Like would the schools and the academy offer recreational sports like soccer or hockey as a way to have kids start developing that competitive edge. Especially in the academy kids with some sport that could get very aggressive to help refine them into the kind of peacekeepers or tributes they would want once the kids turn 18. Even aside from the academy kids rec sports can develop this kind of community and prideful culture I think the Capitol would want District 2. Plus with the given size of the population, I doubt there would be any problem with having enough kids to sign up. This is all of course with keeping in mind they probably have outdated capital hand me down equipment.
2. Roller derby (probs won’t make it to fic):
This one is far fetched a bit but again especially with academy kids it nurtures and fuels that aggressive and competitive nature they want them to have. Again they’d probably be using old outdated Capital equipment but still.
3. Old music (Frank Sinatra/Abba/Billy Joel/etc):
Okay….. hear me out. As we all know the THG universe takes place in the distant future (300 years if you’re referring to old movie scripts) and I don’t know about you guys but I listen to music from the 1700’s/1800’s still (I’m a nerd I know). Basically what I’m trying to get at is that the Capitol doesn’t want to go to the trouble of distributing a bunch of new music from the Capitol to the districts where they won’t be able to afford it but distributing very old music for dirt cheap on older tech (Radio tapes, cassettes, CD’s since it’s the future) wouldn’t be that hard or that much of a bother for them.
4. Kids entertainment (Both New and Old)
This is something that I’ve struggled with since in my mind District 2 wants fierce cold tributes and peacekeepers but not everyone goes into the academy. Would they have things like Cartoons for kids? Like shows about Princesses, knights, fairies and stuff or like Seasme Street and educational shows for toddlers (All of which would probably be seen on public access channels on old boxy TV’s). And if they did use old movies(our time) they’d probably be heavily censoring out any movies or shows that sends dangerous messages or ideas against the Capitol and only distributing again old outdated technology of movies and shows they deemed safe to their brainwashing. (VHS tapes)
(Me and my friend joked about movies the Capitol would ban and some of those include: The Lorax (Anti-government), Moana (Leaves home boundaries), and The Mario Bro’s Movie (Anti Authoritarianism))
5. Horror/Slasher Movies
Again much like the last one, would be distributed on old tech (VHS) possible through a renters system similar to BlockBuster. If anything I think a horror movie genre would be the easiest genre of entertainment for the Capitol to allow in 2 in hopes that it makes teens and kids more desensitized and comfortable with the ideas of killing and death.
6. Skate Parks:
Another just basic rec activity kids can go do in their free time. Biking, Skateboarding, roller skating all apply.
7. Public Pools:
Now I can see the academy having pools to train students for all conditions in both the games and peacekeeping duties but I’m not sure if public pools would be allowed or even something the Capitol would consider making a thing in 2.
8. Dolls and Toys Themed after past victors:
My only statement for this is I can totally picture the Capitol making a line of dolls based on Cashmere like a Barbie situation almost. And if they made toys, it helps children idolize victors from an earlier age.
Those are all the things I’ve seriously questioned if they’d be able to exist in District 2. Super curious other people’s thoughts on all these and even things you guys might’ve asked if they existed in THG universe. 💚💚💚
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do u have any hc's for domestic life w/ gareth ..?
DO I! Oh my god, too many haha. Both fluff and NSFW HC’s to follow so minors, this is your warning lol.
- firstly, Gareth radiates dad vibes. He’s always watching for deals on new tech, I feel like he’s the kind of person to get an in home computer and he’s SO EXCITED about it.
- he absolutely has a VHS collection that turns into a CD collection. Even as they lose popularity he keeps those CD’s and tapes, still has a huge stereo even though he could just use Spotify.
- he hates mowing the lawn, def a cool weather kind of guy. Loves the fall and winter, enjoys going out and shoveling the driveway then sitting outside with a mug of coffee or tea.
- goes all out for Halloween and Christmas, wouldn’t be caught dead with Easter themed anything. It took him awhile to get into Valentine’s Day but now he buys you flowers every year in excess. I could see him getting you one of those lego flower sets so you can save them.
- can’t keep plants alive to save his life. Literally manages to kill everything except one pot of violets his sisters got him one year. He guards them with his life. They froze one year and he literally cried and has never forgiven himself for letting them die.
- drinks black coffee, prefers tea to coffee though. A big fan of Irish breakfast tea. Thinks Starbucks is a waste of time. Secretly goes for pumpkin spice season though. Will deny that like his life depends on it. I just know he’s the kind of dad that would take his girls though, wouldn’t let anyone call them basic.
- speak of dad, he’s def the dad that has the treat tax. Like he gets his kids treats and surprises all the time but he always gets a piece of their candy or a bite of whatever. Yknow that meme where the dad is reaching back while driving? That. The dad tax.
- owns a frankly ridiculous amount of socks, none of them match and he doesn’t even know which ones are his at this point. Like, you’re at the store and he tosses a pack in the cart and you’re like, “again?!” And he’s just like, “listen-“
- he’s def messy but if there are dishes in the sink or coffee mugs on his desk he will freak out. ADHD clean if you know what I mean.
- hates typical sports, will not watch them and will not play them. One of his kids asks to join the football team and he’s like, “why don’t you take a dance class instead?”
- he’s the kind of husband who signs you both up to learn salsa and then proceeds to nearly break both of your legs because he simply cannot dance. It’s okay though because he tries so hard and it’s fucking adorable.
- enjoys slow dancing with you whenever possible. When you two started dating he’d play Top of the World by the Carpenters or Our House by Cosby and swirl you around his parents kitchen. His mom caught you one time and nearly cried because it was so precious.
- this man loves his mother. Like, would do anything for that woman. When he met you, it was exactly the same. Huge family guy but has daddy issues so male authority figures are not his fav. If you’re family though, he’d guard you with his life.
- got bullied a lot in HS obviously. If Eddie came back alive he’d tell him about what Jason did and apologize profusely for spilling even the tiniest bit of info. Eddie forgives him completely but Gareth never really lets go of it and feels horrible about it to this day.
- if he ever found out one of his children was getting bullied he’d literally lose it. Like, irrationally angry and has to go smoke in the garage to calm down so he doesn’t kick some 12 year olds ass.
- teaches his kids D&D.
- always wanted kids, but never wanted you to feel pressured. If y’all got pregnant anytime, teens or later he’d literally drop everything to prep for being a dad. Gets scared alot about not being able to provide for you.
- I feel like he’d take up piano as well as his drums, so he would have something he could practice quietly. Finds peace in creating things whether it’s music or art. Literally gets lost in the rhythm.
- so many good flannels and sweaters
- can’t sing for shit but likes to sing to you
- doesn’t know how to do “manly” things because his dad was not around so he asks Eddie to teach him how to fix cars and build shit. He’s really good at sewing and mending things, likes to cook too. Can’t bake for shit but he’ll try if it’s important. Ended up getting really into cars and bikes, never owned a motorcycle though.
- big breeding kink. Like. Aggressively into it lol.
- he rips your underwear a lot because he’s needy and just pulls them off lmao
- has broken two bed frames of yours, once in college and once in your first apartment. Now you just have one of those box frames with drawers that holds the mattress because he can’t be trust haha
- fucks your on top of the dryer while the kids are asleep, or sneaks you into the garage to smoke and fuck in the car.
- begged you to get some type of pet like a cat or a dog when you finally have your own place
- has always wanted a pet snake
- major pediatrician or English/history/music teacher vibes
- took him three years after high school to go to college because he wanted to just find his own way and HS really burnt him out.
- stops drinking around 25, just not into it. Says he likes being more present. Maybe would have the occasional beer or glass of wine on special occasions but really hates hard liquor.
- played with the band into his 30s! They have a couple albums and quit after Eddie had his second kid.
- Jeff and him are life long friends, they still play video games together once a week even if they’re 60 and retired lmao
- does not like being outdoors much but is really good at camping and swimming. Has a big connection with nature when he’s in it, it’s just not very often.
- takes you to drive ins all the time
- gets headaches a lot
- steals your clothes. Like you’ll wander into the kitchen in the morning and he’s wearing your sweatpants that say Juicy or PINK on the ass with rhinestones. Will also wear dresses with you and skirts. A fashion icon really.
- he takes up the entire bed when he’s sleeping, steals all the blankets and talks in his sleep.
- the kind of guy who lifts up his leg when he farts and laughs at it, idk what to tell you about that one
- he loves bubble baths
- literally cannot work blinds for the life of him. Like, he’s always pulling the chord wrong and then getting really mad when they come down lopsided and he has to come to you begging for help because he just can’t do it.
- opens pickle jars on the first try every single time
- smells really good, somehow always sweet but in a natural musky way.
- hates the sound of people chewing but also chews really loudly himself
- one time during sex, you were on top and he grabbed your boobs and yelled, “what’re thooosee.”
- makes jokes at the wrong time, all of the time.
- people think he’s angry all the time but he’s just quiet until he trusts you and then he talks your ear off and gets so fucking loud
- watches TV at full volume with no awareness of his surroundings like a heathen lmao
- collects comics
- will not go within 10 feet of spiders
- constantly dehydrated, chugs water all the time and it’s still not enough
- he’s really good with animals. Y’all have chickens, and he always wanted to work on a farm. Teaches your kids 4H stuff, but doesn’t like the idea of scouts because it “encourages kids to romanticize the military instead of helping the community”
- he loves rock collecting
- buys lots of crystals
- superstitious as fuck
- really good at running but hates working out, he only does it so he can perform on stage and keep up with his kids.
- really into yoga and Pilates, but can’t meditate at all, gets distracted too easily.
- he’s a causal enabler, if you want something he buys it then and there and if you’re debating something he just does it for you. Can’t say no to his partner or his kids.
- he goes to therapy on and off again, practices coping mechanisms and reads a lot of workbooks. Hates the mass produced self help books but wants to stay self aware so he’s always looking things up or calling his therapist to talk about it.
- still has his stuffed teddy from when he was little.
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anexistingexistence · 9 months
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Made a new Darlin playlist just so I could finally draw them!
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[In case you can't read my handwriting:
-Lydia "named themself after their favorite song"
-She/They
-30 years old (33. I did math wrong >-<")
-"Angel's friendship bracelet"
-"Sam's favorite tanktop"
-"Stabbed themself 19 times while sewing this"
-"Got stuck climbing a fence"]
More things about them if you care:
-Didn't come out to anyone until after they got top surgery.
->Except for Quinn.
-22 year old they heard Highly Suspect's Lydia and went "It's giving gender," then proceeded to have a (gender) identity crisis.
-Their hair is soo fluffy.
-Can't sew worth a damn but they still do it on occasion anyway.
-Spray paints at abandoned buildings as a hobby.
->Only got caught twice and one of those times was at Wonderworld when they were a teen in 2009. Vincent just sent them home because he did not feel like beating up a sixteen-year-old.
->Their next visit to Wonderworld went unnoticed until Vincent found a cartoon-style painting of him on a wall.
-Calls Sam's things vintage even though they're the one who refuses to give up their cd or vhs tape collections.
-Almost exclusively listens to rock music.
->Vocaloid songs are the only exception.
-They have freckles all over their body.
-They also have Quinn-related scars all over their body which is why they always wear a jacket.
->A lot of them are his name/degrading stuff he liked to call them.
-Knows how to cook and is actually pretty good at it.
-They collect CDs like other people collect Pokémon cards.
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