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friedwormeater · 28 days

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the only thing I've ever known; sable ward x mikaela reid

A/n- this is my first fic don't yell at me too hard.. but yell at me a little bit !!

Ch 0: Prologue, October 3rd

“Whaaat? There’s no way you’re telling me that made sense!” Mikaela looked at her friend and said as they walked home from the movie theater. Staying up to go to the midnight showing of Donnie Darko was Sable’s idea, which Mikaela happily funded. Knowing her friend was without a job and having her ask her parents for movie theater money at the dead of night probably wouldn’t have gone well.

“Not perfect sense.. I’d probably need to see it another time, but I got the jist!” Sable prided herself on usually being able to understand movies like these and being able to help explain them to Mikaela if she’s lost halfway through the movie, but this one threw both of them for a loop.

The Greenville movie theater was doing a ‘31 days of Halloween’ event, where for each day of October they’d have a midnight showing of a different horror film, each one promising to be scarier than the last. Sable felt like this was her calling, staying up late and indulging in fantastical gore and prolonged misery on the big screen. Everything felt like it was falling into place for her, spending time with her best friend, Halloween right around the corner? A scary movie every single day? Things were finally going her way.

Mikaela speaks up. Breaking her friend out of her thought bubble.

“…Could we maybe do our radio show tomorrow? I’m still exhausted after my shift at Moonstone.” Mikaela’s face almost seemed to droop, she had no idea where Sable always got so much energy this late at night. Going to these midnight showings and discussing their thoughts until the wee hours over the shortwave had become a quick tradition. The radio was usually in Sable’s attic, but the two had brought it over to Mikaela’s house, specifically a large closet in her room so her roommate doesn’t hear them yapping.

Home wasn’t always a good place for Sable and being able to stay at Mikaela’s place and talk about something the two were interested in was the perfect way to take her mind off things.

“That’s fine!” Sable smiled and looked at her friend. She had really wanted to pick her brain about the movie, but she bought the tickets and popcorn plus a large soda they shared so Sable wasn’t going to argue. “I guess our esteemed listeners will have to go without their favorite guest speaker..” She playfully added, shooting her friend a sly little grin.

‘Guest speaker?’ Mikaela’s face curled a bit with agitation, she’d been on All Things Wicked This Night just as much as her counterpart, Mikaela stopped and turned to Sable, getting ready to argue but… as soon as she saw Sables curt, cute smile, the annoyance bled out of her. Mikaela’s face softened, as she stared at her friend solemnly, the cool night breeze surrounding them as they took their break from walking.

The pair locked eyes for what was only a few moments, but to them it felt longer, they stared and analyzed each other's faces for a moment. An anxious feeling rising from their stomachs, it had felt as though the earth stood still, that everything else had fallen off the face of the planet and the only thing in each other's existence was each other.

Mikaela slowly raised her hand to Sable’s cheek, holding her face so softly. Their heartbeats raced in their tired state, Mikaela had kissed plenty of folks before, either when playing spin-the-bottle or past boyfriends… Kissing them felt like a favor, like something she was doing more for the other person instead of herself.

Sable had never been touched like this before. Not so gently, not even her own parents would hug her or even give her a pat on the back. Mikaela’s hand warmed her cold face, her warmth spread throughout Sable’s very soul, everything was right at this moment, everything else could fade away… but something was wrong.

Mikaela closed her eyes slowly, leaning in. Sable’s heart felt like it was about to pop. She turned away from her friend, looking off to the other side of the road. Mikaela snapped back to reality, pulling herself back and removing her hand in embarrassment and quickly putting them into her pockets, away and out of sight from Sable. “That’s alright.. I understand..” Mikaela stammers, attempting to regain her composure.

“No.. Mikaela, wait.. I’ve never…” Sable holds her hands together and looks down at her shoes, face rosy and pink as she continues. “..I’ve always wanted it to be at a time when..” She trails off, sounding like she had more to say, before raising her hand and pointing across the street. “..At a time when there wasn’t someone staring at us..”

Mikaela’s head shoots in the direction Sable pointed to, expecting some creep to be perving out on them but.. to her surprise it was her roommate Julian, waving to them from across the street.

She waved back over to them, Sable looked confused, then she clocked them. She had seen Mikaela and Julian hanging out before and working together on school projects, but never really bothered to ask about them and just assumed they were friends or… Sable swallowed the saliva building up in her mouth as a terrible thought brewed in her mind… Were they dating? Either way, they were all headed back to their place now, Sable tailed the two tentatively while they caught up.

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full name : wesley lavandin hamato - skellington nickname(s) : wes, wessy age : twenty - one birth date : october 29 birth place : hallow falls siblings : has three sisters: lilith, diana & calliope gender : cis male ( he / him )  orientation : biromantic bisexual  occupation : intern at genius built , university student at walt university ( double major in biochemistry and mechanical engineering ) face claim : r.udy p.ankow

↪ inspired by: richie tozier ( it 2017 ) , mike wheeler ( stranger things ) , donnie darko ( donnie darko ) , charlie kelly ( it’s always sunny in philadelphia ) , boys will be bugs by cavetown , wally west ( young justice ) , shane madej ( watcher / buzzfeed unsolved ) , jj maybank ( outer banks ) , borderline by tame impala , lip gallagher ( shameless )

if you ever wanted to know what jasper skellington was like when he was a teenager just look at his son wesley. the clone of his father and only son between jasper and donnie, wes is the part of jasper that died. a menace with a thirst for knowledge and starry eyes. he may be jasper’s clone but wes is very much his papa’s boy as well. he’s the perfection mixture of both his parents. wes was kind, smart and loving like his father. however he also held donnie’s aloofness and rebellious tendencies and echoed his papa’s feelings of isolation, need to prove himself and wanting to find something that made sense in a world where everything already seemed decided. he’s brilliant, incredibly so, but wes often plays dumb if only to keep the upper hand in situations. he’s quite diabolical when he wants to be.

wes was the baby that helped bring his parents back together after their divorce. like all their kids, wes was made with an infinite about of love. donnie thought that a baby would bring jasper back to him and while it was a silly thought it wasn’t entirely wrong. in the midst of their rekindling donnie was gravely injured by a rouge foot clan member. it made jasper rethink everything. one of those being more kids. thus wesley was born. donnie always said he wanted a mini jasper to love, cherish and protect. he got exactly that in his only boy. wes was ( and still is ) without a doubt a papa’s boy. from a young age he clung to donnie and to this day still does. he’s close to his dad as well. he looks up to his dad and admires his strength and wisdom but does often clash with him given how similar they are. he is his father’s clone afterall.

wesley always struggled with the idea of purpose. having both of his parents who had big legacies attached to them wasn’t easy. the hamato clan was all about destiny and the skellington name held a weight he felt he would only crumble under. lilith always had a perfect sense of self, diana had her path planned for her as her papa’s clone and well callie didn’t have to worry she was the baby. what did wes have? nothing at least he believed so when he was a teenager and lost. after jasper left the role of mayor of hallow falls, any set path wes had was derailed. jasper didn’t want what he had to go through for his son. the town cost him many things - his marriage more importantly and sense of self. jasper didn’t want to have wes suffer the same fate. by stripping that away from him it left wes lost and truthfully insecure because what did he have to offer? it was an existential crisis he dealt with for sometime

now in his twenties wes has calmed down. don’t be fooled he’s still a menace and a headache on a good day but he’s a lot more tame than he used to be. when he’s not being bombarded by his sisters who love him or hanging out with his best friends ( reggie rogers & lucien reyes-park i love u ) you’ll find wes with his boyfriend, harry teague. they were friends for a long time. like his dads, wes had no romantic interest. unlike his dads, he was well aware of everyone else's interest in him but wes only had eyes for harry. he’s stupidly in love and happy to have found someone who makes him feel alive. wes juggles being a university student ( yes his dad’s his professor and he hates being asked if his dad is single thanks ), working for his papa’s tech company ( that he’ll take over one day ! ) and being a menace to society. as the lone son of jasper he was expected to take over the spirit of halloween title but instead gave that to lili. he knew his sister would thrive at it better than he would. that of course caused problems with his grandparents but wes didn’t care. he happily told them off. he’s writing his own destiny whether they like it or not. he has the support of is parents which is all that really matters to him. he knows now that he has a lot to offer the world.

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being donnie’s son means that wes is connected to the hamato ninpo. it’s a recent discovery and he’s still navigating how to use it. since diana now has a bow and arrow, donnie’s bo staff has been passed down to him. like donnie he’s able to conjure weapons with his mystic ability. he’s able to transform donnie’s staff into a scythe. his ninpo is black and tied to the phases of the moon. the different phases are shown on his body. ( inspo / x )

as a half skeleton monster the transformation wasn’t as seamless as it was for jasper. it takes an hour for jasper to turn back into a human whereas it took days for wes to transform back. unable to bear with the idea of his son being uncomfortable donnie found and herb that would make wes’ transformation easier the way it was for jasper. they grow it in their garden at home to have on hand. with it wes is able to transform just as fast as jasper. he doesn’t skeleton out a lot because of how time consuming the process is but he does when necessary. he only removes body parts when needed since donnie doesn’t like seeing his son dismembered.

very protective of his family. he used to get in many fights when he was younger defending his family’s honor, mostly donnie’s. he heard the horror stories of how his father’s parents treated him and how the town turned on him during orion’s lies. wes also grew up watching hallow falls mistreat his papa. as he got older he stopped using his fists and started using his words to tear people who had things to say about his family. fiercely protective of his sisters. his sisters are so damn safe bro. he loves them with everything he has. however, diana is his parent in crime. his best friend. they’re lovingly called the lavender twins.

named after iconic horror director ( creator of a nightmare on elm street & scream ) wes craven to keep in theme with the spooky / gothic aesthetic jasper had going on. donnie would be damned if their son was named freddy or jason. his middle name is bestowed upon him by serena. she blessed each hamato-skellington child with different things. for wes, it was lavender to ward off bad dreams. so to honor his best friend, and his husband’s affinity with purple, wes was given the middle lavandin

wes is a certified genius. we know this. look at his parents. wes is so smart that at nineteen he figured out a new formal to solve an equation. he was able to write a phd level thesis for this new formal of course with the help of donnie because he wanted his papa to be part of that because wes didn’t think of it as a big deal. it just made sense to him

#i worked hard on his bio so i'm posting it thank you.#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ wesley ˗ˏˋ i’m a master of fright & a demon of light ˎˊ˗#using his old graphic b4 changes were made bc i like it better than the one i remade

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atmilliways · 10 months

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Dreams In Which I’m Dying (6-7)

parts 6 & 7 of 16 | 98 & 981 words | Teen +

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Steve takes one last crack with his bat full of nails at the eyeless, slimy-looking quadruped. He's stunned the thing, giving them the chance to scramble out of the empty public pool and into the cover of the changing rooms, slamming and barricading the door behind them.

6 - Watch goes off again

Eddie Munson’s watch goes off again while they’re exploring the Creel House—BEEEEP, BEEEEP, BEEEEP! . . . BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! No one else seems to notice, though, because the attic light bulb all their flashlights are going crazy. When they leave the house, Eddie spots a shifting huddle of shadow on the play structure in the park across the street. It’s that thing he saw in the school parking lot, he knows it is.

He can’t for the life of him figure out how he set an alarm on this goddamn watch. He didn’t even know it could do alarms.

7 - In another dimension

Eddie Munson is in another fucking dimension, trying to hack water out of his lungs, and he’s not happy about it.

“Run!” Dustin shrieks. “Steve, come on!!”

“Always the goddamn babysitter—Why the hell did you two follow me?” Steve snaps, hustling them through the locker room to the exit. Because, according to Dustin, there's a goddamn hive mind connecting everything here and they need to split before more of those things show up.

“Not my idea, trust me,” Eddie mutters, sidestepping sentient vines that are also part of the hive mind, fuck. He’s trying to wring water out of his hair without dripping on any of them, and it’s taking almost all his concentration.

“The cops showed up,” Dustin hisses back. “Max and Lucas sounded the alarm, we jumped in because we can’t afford to let too many people get detained for trespassing on a crime scene!”

Steve glares at Eddie over Dustin’s head.

“Little shit panicked and pushed me in,” he explains with a heavy sigh. “Which got the cops’ attention for sure. Lucas and Max are probably being asked some interesting questions right about now, considering they were in your car with you nowhere in sight.”

“Great,” Steve growls, and switches his focus back to Dustin. “You know that we’re still down just as many people, right? Because now, instead of me stuck down here and you four with the cops, it’s three of us stuck down here and the other two getting interrogated. I thought you're supposed to be good at math.”

“I am good at math,” Dustin retorts, and Steve and Eddie share a look that says, this fucking kid. “And either way, we’re all better off if you don’t get stuck here alone and wind up killed! Look, it stands to reason that, since we found a mini gate where Patrick died, there should be another one at Benny’s. All we have to do is get there.”

“How?” Eddie asks. “Because I can’t run for shit.” Now they’re giving him a look, and he shrugs in irritation. “Why do you think I’ve failed Gym twice in a row?”

“Because you refuse to wear gym shorts,” Dustin replies, like he already had that one locked and ready to go. At the same time, Steve hazards the guess of, “Smoker’s lungs?”

It’s not like they’re wrong, but Eddie is sopping wet and cranky and freaking out on the inside, so he refuses to dignify either with a response.

They get out, down the street, and into the nearest house without incident, where Dustin has the brilliant idea of checking the garage for bikes. There’s only one, so they take it with them on their way to the next house, rinse, and repeat. Everything is too quiet, silence split by distant howls from the direction of the pool, no visible movement save their own.

Eddie keeps seeing that thing from the high school parking lot. He’d forgotten about it, actually, but now he can’t help but notice its striking resemblance to the other monster he’s seen down here so far, and . . . it can’t be good that he first saw it before all this crazy shit started.

His currently very necessary higher functions start to shut down if he so much as thinks about it, so mentioning it to anyone is out of the question. He hopes he’s imagining it.

“How’re you holding up?” Steve asks while Eddie rigs him a nailbat holster out of a guitar strap. They've finally sourced a third bike, and Dustin is off scavenging for anything else that might be useful.

Eddie shoots him an exasperated look. “You’ve got to stop asking me that. How do you think, man?”

Their shoulders bump, and all Eddie can think about is how close they are and how he can smell hints of Steve’s shampoo amidst the chlorine and alternate dimension rot. Jesus H. Christ, he can feel his face heating up—

“Kinda nice to have backup,” Steve is saying, oblivious. “Usually when I get stuck babysitting it’s just me, you know? And you’ve seen how these little assholes gang up on me. And then on top of that, I have to keep them alive.”

Eddie frowns. “When you say backup. . . .”

Steve shrugs, bumping against Eddie again with the motion. “If anything happens to me, you can keep them safe.”

“Dude, morbid.” He hesitates, then adds, “I gotta say, though, I’m flattered you trust me and my smoker’s lungs to do that.”

It gets a chuckle out of Steve, which is what Eddie had been going for—even though it isn’t helping his blush situation for shit. (Neither had finding out that Steve actually is as badass as Dustin keeps saying. Swinging at that Demodog earlier, seeing his muscles flexing in tandem as his bare chest glistened with pool water? If Eddie survives this, he'll have so much new daydream material.)

“Hey, are you cold?” Eddie asks.

Steve shrugs. “I’m fine. All the clothes here are kind of. . . .”

Eddie is already shrugging out of his outer layer, slipping leather-clad arms out from the denim. “Here, take this.”

“I’m fine—”

“It’s for your modesty, dude.” Eddie tosses it at his face so he can’t see what his own face is doing at the prospect of seeing Steve shirtless and putting on his battle vest. Definitely did not think this through.

And then Dustin is back, and they’re on the move. It’s not a long ride to Benny’s, fifteen minutes or so . . . but the roads don’t have a lot of cover, and they hadn’t anticipated needing to watch the sky for an incoming attack.

#stranger music anthology #steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson lives #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #my fanfic #donnie darko steddie au

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Ranting and Raving: "Mad World" by Tears For Fears

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Gary Jules did irreparable damage to song covers made for and used in movies. A crime he didn’t intend to commit, but nevertheless did.

Do you like movie trailers? Do you like when the music in the trailer is a really slow and moody cover of a usually upbeat pop song? You know what I’m talking about, even if you aren’t fully conscious of it. The sad cover version of a song in a movie trailer has been a staple for over a decade now. Ready Player One sucked any and all joy out of “Pure Imagination.” The Batman butchered Nirvana’s “Something In the Way,” turning it into something that is just as dull, dark, and dilapidated as that movie was. The worst offender I know of is A Cure For Wellness having a version of the Ramones’ “I Wanna Be Sedated” that sure did leave me sedated. There are tons of these out there, I just named a few of the ones that stick out in my mind the most.

If you want to find where this phenomenon first began, you have to go back to 2001 and the movie Donnie Darko. The film’s composer, Michael Andrews, wanted the end sequence to be a rendition of an old Tears For Fears song, “Mad World.” He had a friend, Gary Jules, who was up to the task.

It became a massive hit and we’re all worse off because of it. Every single terrible sad cover of a pop song you hear in a movie is a direct result of what Gary did. His rendition of “Mad World” is one of my most hated songs. I hate everything about it. Gary’s nasally, whiny voice that sounds like if I kicked Michael Stipe in the nuts, stripping the music down to just a sad-boy piano which removes any and all lyrical dissonance that made the original what it was, all of it. There are few songs in this world that infuriate me, Gary found a way to make the top of my list. It’s a song that removes any feeling I get from the original song. I’m left completely numb and not in a good way. It remains my go-to example of how a cover version can absolutely ruin what originally made a song great. I’m in the camp that believes the Tears For Fears original is the definitive version. With the song having celebrated its 40th anniversary this year, I thought it would be appropriate to try and explain why I find the original so captivating.

But before we get to that, let me answer this question: “Does this mean you hate Donnie Darko too?” I’ll be honest, I’ve never liked Donnie Darko, but I don’t have hatred towards it. I think it’s kind of a stupid movie, but I get why it has it still has its fans. It’s kinda hard to ignore a movie where the plot is more or less about a mysterious figure in a rabbit costume who convinces a possibly schizophrenic Jake Gyllenhaal to go commit crimes because the world is going to end in twenty-eight days. People think it holds up and I’m not going to tell them they’re wrong. No, the only part of the movie I actively hate is Gary’s bastardization of “Mad World.” Everything else is fine.

So, Tears For Fears. For those who may be unaware, they’re the famous British duo of Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith, hailing from Bath, England. If the name rings a bell but you’re a bit fuzzy, it’s due to having heard their eighties classics like “Shout,” “Head Over Heels,” and “Everybody Wants to Rule the World,” the last of which is one of the greatest pop songs ever recorded. “Mad World” is one that most people know, but I imagine younger generations are more familiar with Gary’s version and think of that one first. I’m aware that the band adore Gary’s version and have performed it live several times over the years, but I’ve said enough about it. Let’s focus on the TFF original.

One thing that I think will catch someone off guard immediately is how different the original is compared to what Gary did with it. Roland and Curt took a lot of inspiration from early Depeche Mode, Kraftwerk, Gary Numan, all of whom were synth and new wave pioneers. “Mad World” takes a little bit from each of those guys and immediately creates something otherworldly from that influence. It’s a cold song, musically. Most of the song is made up of synthesizers, sequencers, drum machines, and programming. It’s strangely robotic, but not so cold that you don’t immediately get an emotion from it. The bass synth accompanying Curt’s vocals during the verses just nails that melancholy atmosphere instantly. What makes “Mad World” well, mad, musically is that it’s more or less a song you can dance to (which Roland does by busting out some cheesy but rather impressive moves in the song’s video) while a very sad individual pours his heart and soul out to you. That alone is what draws me to the original. That juxtaposition and dissonance is what creates a lasting effect. It’s also true to life: battling anxiety and depression doesn’t stop the noises or the world outside from moving and that’s what the song is doing musically: it doesn’t stop moving. It can’t stop moving. The sequencers and the drum machines are programmed to keep going and going until someone or something turns it off. When you strip the song down to just a piano, you lose all of that impact. The lyrics are still there, but there’s nothing to create a contrast.

Lyrically, the song works with the music because it’s describing a world that doesn’t fit with the music. The music represents everyone else, not the person singing the song. Hell, it fits because even the narrator feels like they don’t fit in with the rest of the world. The first verse:

"All around me are familiar faces / Worn-out places, worn-out faces / Bright and early for their daily races / Going nowhere, going nowhere / And their tears are filling up their glasses / No expression, no expression / Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow / No tomorrow, no tomorrow"

The narrator laments that daily life is just a vicious cycle. The narrator observes people living their day to day lives, doing the same thing over and over again, never being able to break the cycle they can’t seem to see themselves. This first verse is a common pessimistic view of things. The second verse is where I think things become the most bleak in the song.

"Children waiting for the day they feel good / Happy birthday, happy birthday / Made to feel the way that every child should / Sit and listen, sit and listen"

Imagine having the belief that the only day children feel good is on their birthday. Yeesh. That may be the case for some and it’s easy to see how the band sells that view. What other day out of the year shows a child that they’re unique and special and are different from most other people? None, really. The possible bleakness in a birthday also comes into play with “sit and listen.” Children “sit and listen” as others sing happy birthday to them at a birthday party, which is a positive thing! Here, the band is talking about a birthday reinforcing the “sit and listen” concept into the grander idea of “children should be seen and not heard.” Again, these lyrics are sung over synthesized horns, keyboards, and a drum machine dance beat! When you read the lyrics to “Mad World” without all of that, you get someone’s incredibly melancholy and incredibly sad view of the world around them. It makes you wonder what on Earth happens to someone that gets them to start thinking this way? Orzabal himself grew up amid domestic violence and abuse through his childhood, so that’s one possible explanation. The observations continue with the rest of the verse:

"Went to school and I was very nervous / No one knew me, no one knew me / Hello, teacher, tell me what's my lesson / Look right through me, look right through me"

Feelings of anxiety, feeling unknown, being relegated to the background and looked through as if you aren’t even there. Every line hits in just the right way. Vague enough to be open to interpretation, but specific enough that the exact feelings the lines are trying to convey get across perfectly. “Mad World” isn’t the most poetic song, but it doesn’t need to be. It does exactly what it sets out to do and works with the music to achieve that.

However, the lines everyone latched on to and made famous would be these:

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad / The dreams in which I'm dying / Are the best I've ever had

Orzabal, the lyricist for “Mad World,” rejects the idea that these lines reflect suicidal thoughts. In a 2017 interview talking about the story behind the song, he says those lines were inspired by psychologist Arthur Janov, author of The Primal Scream and the man behind the theory of primal therapy. Janov’s belief was that our most dramatic dreams release the most tension, so the lyric “The dreams in which I’m dying / Are the best I’ve ever had” become the only form of escape the narrator has; the only way to start feeling better. The beauty of those lines is in how confessional they are. It takes an immense amount of courage to admit to someone that “the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.” You have to be carrying around some kind of darkness, some intense pain inside to write a sentence like that. Whether you subscribe to Janov’s theory or not, it’s clear that Roland tapped into something that none of his peers had tapped into before. Lyrically, nothing from 1982 sounds like “Mad World.” It’s not hard to see how people became attracted to the song and first gave it attention all those years ago.

I love the final chorus of the song. That’s when the song really becomes the most maddening. The way the music escalates as Curt runs through the lines. The drums are pounding wildly and all over the place, the synths and keyboards are droning, almost as if they’re trying to drown him out. It sounds like it’s on the verge of breaking and losing complete control... and then Curt sings “Mad world...” and the music calms back down and shifts back into place.

I find it hard to tell you / 'Cause I find it hard to take / When people run in circles / It's a very, very / Mad world

To lighten things up a bit, if there’s any warmth to be found within the song, it lies with Curt Smith’s performance. He sticks out as the lone human element amongst the musical machinery and delivers a vocal that manages to walk a fine line where it’s melancholy and downtrodden but never melodramatic. Other vocalists like Robert Smith of the Cure or Morrissey from the Smiths could probably perform a song like this, but I don’t think it would’ve turned out the same way. There’s this innocence and a certain sorrow to Curt’s voice that really sells the idea that the narrator has been walking around viewing the world in such a depressing and dark way. His is a voice you can sympathize with even if you don’t see the world in the same way. There’s a melodic quality to it that’s just beautiful. There’s beauty to be found in this song, even amidst all the chaos and despair.

I love this song and I don’t think the original gets the credit it truly deserves. There’s nothing quite like it and every attempt to recreate it and reverse engineer it has failed in my eyes. Tears For Fears capture anxiety and depression in a way that is so vulnerable and so human. They capture what it feels like to truly be able to see and be aware of a world where so many people are blind to the fact that they’re all walking around with the same kinds of pain and despair. They capture how it feels to be caught in a world where people and things never stop, where people never really take stock of what’s happening around them. People run in circles and history repeats itself, the same kinds of sorrow and pain that infected the previous generation keep coming back to do the same to the next one.

If one of the goals of Art is to take pain and turn it into something beautiful, something good, then Roland and Curt succeeded. There’s a reason their work continues to endure and be enjoyed forty years later. Their debut album, The Hurting, turns forty next year and if you like this song, I recommend it. The rest of the album explores themes of psychology, depression, abuse, and most importantly, it explores how to begin confronting childhood pain as an adult. It’s well worth your time. Roland and Curt show you that it's a very very mad world indeed.

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conner-morris-portfolio · 3 months

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End Love - 130 Pages

Genre: Romance, Drama, Surreal

Synopsis: Hayden is getting ready to propose to the love of his life, Gillian. Tragically Gillian is killed in a mugging gone wrong. Hayden realises that there are bigger forces in play and becomes suspicious that fate is controlling his every move. Hayden endeavours to bring Gillian back from the dead by any means necessary even if it brings about the apocalypse.

Akin to: Inception, Paprika, Dark City

Hearts & Minds - 100 Pages

Genre: Horror, Thriller, Drama

Synopsis: Decades after the death of her Mother, Melinoe is in full time therapy and just returning to work as a crime scene investigator. When she starts investigating a case of multiple missing children, the past comes flooding back. As the case becomes more horrific and dark, Melinoe starts realising that it may all be connected to her Mother’s death.

Akin to: Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Zodiac, Funny Games

Hurricane - 85 Pages

Genre: Comedy, Absurd, Drama

Synopsis: After covering up a tragedy on his previous feature film, a problematic director decided he wants to make a documentary about finding and seducing a Hurricane. A Hurricane that is strangely forecast in a quiet British countryside. As the storm approaches, the patience of the film crew is tested by the ego clashing of the strange director and the film's producer.

Akin to: The Disaster Artist, Ed Wood, Wrong

Pothead - 142 Pages - Still in Progress

Genre: Drama, Comedy.

Synopsis: DJ is the creator and lead animator on the kid’s cartoon “Potluck” that airs on a Christian run local t.v station. After the content of the show is misinterpreted as promoting drug culture, DJ’s life and career falls apart, until 20 years later when a new studio wants to pick up and reboot “Potluck” for an adult audience. DJ endeavours to write the remake whilst trying to retain the show's core values. A challenge that seems simple but could cost him everything.

Akin to: The Artist, Barton Fink, Mank

Spitting Venom - 100 Pages

Genre: Drama, Thriller

Synopsis: Years after escaping from an abusive relationship, Deme, a social worker, takes it upon herself to look into a domestic violence report taking place in a small farm town in Australia. Deme meets the couple and though at first glance everything seems normal it becomes quickly apparent that there is something horribly wrong. Deme soon decides that the normal protocol doesn’t apply and that she must take action into her own hands.

Akin to: Promising Young Woman, Sicario, Se7en

The Missing Idol - 120 Pages

Genre: Family, Adventure, Drama

Synopsis: Abigail, a young girl, has been sick all her life but she has persevered with the love of her family and escapist fantasies of her favourite adventure movies, the crusader series. Abigail gets a make-a-wish where she and her family have the chance to fly to Europe to meet Abigail's hero and the star of those crusader movies. But when they arrive it becomes apparent that this star has gone missing. A revelation that takes the family on their very own adventure across multiple countries.

Akin to: Indiana Jones, My Sister’s Keeper, The Fault in Our Stars.

T.V PILOTS

Regicide - 51 Pages - PILOT

Genre - Drama, Teen, Tense

Synopsis: Raph is a teenager who seeks to disrupt everything around him, he thinks he is better than everything. He challenges his family, his teachers and at a young age is seemingly bored with life, until he attends an open day for the prestigious Portia Golding Academy

Akin: Skins, Succession, Euphoria

Save The World - 70 Pages - PILOT

Genre - Romance, Adventure, Drama

Synopsis: In the near future, when a meteor is heading for an already dystopian and doomed planet earth, the way the world runs changes drastically. Sian and Ezra, two strangers who would usually hate each, have a one night stand expecting the world to end the next. At the last moment Russian astronauts blow up the meteor and save the planet. Sian falls pregnant and she and Ezra realise they want to actually make the world better for their potential kids.

The Mask - 52 Pages - 2 SEASONS, 16 EPISODES

Genre: Comic Book, Action, Satire, Surreal

Synopsis: Based on the Dark Horse comic series. Officer Kellaway has been obsessed with comic book heroes his whole life. But his police work feels inconsequential in comparison. He stumbles upon a mysterious mask at a crime scene, which possesses to power to bring out his potential.

Akin to: Fargo, The Boys, Legion

The Pyramid - 64 Pages - PILOT

Genre: Drama, Genre Bending, Action

A director endeavours to make his historical epic about a Mayan death cult. But the production seems cursed and over budget. The studio eventually tries to shut down production, but the cast and crew will stop at nothing to keep the film alive even if it means losing touch with reality.

The Venue - 23 Pages - PILOT and EPISODE 2

Genre: Music, Drama, Horror, Comedy

Synopsis: An anthology show set at a mysterious music venue every week a new band comes to play a show whilst a story unfolds in the audience, behind the scenes or amongst the venue staff.

Akin to: Metallica Through the Never, Concert Films, The Twilight Zone.

SHORT FILMS:

The Forest Anthology - Various Pages Lengths

Genre: Folk Horror, Adventure, Romance

Synopsis: A series of short films set in a mystical woodland, all linked together with certain messages and themes and a central mysterious figure, The Gardener.

The written films include: A Cut Above the Rest: Franky, attends his families BBQ and finds a mysterious cardboard cut-out of himself

At Midnight: A Hitman gets a job to assassinate a target under a bridge at midnight, but the job might be more than he signed up for.

Ravin: A police officer investigates a noise complaint in the woods, only to discover that there might be some mythical creatures partying there instead of people.

Soil and Sol: A man wakes up in a shallow grave in the forest with no memory of the night before, he looks for his car and belongings in order to piece together what happened.

The Daughter: 2 Travellers wander through open fields in order to discover a new world unfolding around them.

The Lover and the Thief: A lover prepares for his ritualistic date in the forest whilst the garden oversees another day, he stumbles upon an abandoned camera and watches the footage of a camera crew becoming trapped in the woods.

The Scary Story: 3 friends recount a scary story they were all told at different time whilst children attending scout camps.

Wanderland: A man finds himself traversing a dreamscape version of a music festival in the woods and soon realises the universe is punishing him for his behaviour.

Akin: The Twilight Zone, Amazing Stories, In the Earth

Cut Out - 10 Pages

Genre: Drama, Surreal, Dark Comedy

Synopsis: A women gets irrationally angry with the world around her and her roommates and soon everyone in his life starts turning into cardboard cutouts of themselves.

Akin to: Goosebumps, The Shivering Truth, Twilight Zone.

3D Sculptures - 4 Pages

Genre: Thriller, Horror

Synopsis: An artist captures and kills a person in order to convert him into his latest work of art

Akin to: Maniac, Funny Games.

Tie-Dye - 13 Pages

Genre: Thriller, Drama, Trauma

Synopsis: A former acid-head tries to turn his life around by attending a job interview, but after he continues to hallucinate it is apparent he is either still tripping, exhausted or slowly going insane.

Akin to: The Wackness, Smiley Face, Trainspotting

Exeunt - 6 Pages

Genre: Dark Comedy, Thriller, Horror

Synopsis: A down on his luck actor, tanks yet another audition, but might get the second chance to give the performance of a life to a mysterious reanimated corpse that washes up on the riverside.

Akin; Swiss Army Man, Jennifer's Body, The Dead Don’t Die.

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freeshavacado · 3 years

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MY EXACT REACTION 💀

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colourmeastonished · 3 years

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Sometimes I think (by sometimes i mean all the time, and by think I mean I know and I'm right) plot holes don't matter as much as the metaphorical and thematic resonance of the story, and the next film criticism I see that says a movie is bad because the plot could be resolved easily through x y or z simple action is gonna activate my kill switch

#film theory #film criticism #movies #my thoughts #writing #storytelling #I watched a video essay about annihilation that said most critiques of it were bad bc they were trying to solve the plot #and it articulated something I've thought for a while #it's like all the discussion around donnie darko being about 'what does it mean'#like... it means adolescence and suburbia and finding meaning in your life through connection to others and love and repression #the plot is secondary just enjoy the metaphors bro!!!#it's metaphors all the way down #everything is metaphors embrace it!!!#the curtains are blue because they represent sadness!!!#I'm right you're wrong I have a film and english degree and I taught high schoolers about writing so I'm right and I'm an expert actually

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electronswrites · 2 years

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YJ Fic Idea I Will Never Have Time to Write

Donnie Darko style adventure where Wally keeps seeing weird signs and clues about time travel and random hints that something terrible is going to happen. He tries to investigate, but all evidence points to the fact that he is the one leaving the disturbing messages. Dick is the only one who believes something is really wrong.

Then Robin is killed on a mission.

Wally goes back in time to save him, but he fails, again and again. He realizes he needs to get the version of himself in that timeline to save Dick without directly communicating with himself, which is proving to be next to impossible. But he refuses to give up. He keeps trying and keeps trying, willing to risk unraveling the fabric of reality to save his friend.

Eventually a version of Batman gets involved and they work together, both knowing that failure could spell the end of everything, both insistent on seeing it through to the end. Wally travels back, and he leaves the messages for his past self.

Wally keeps seeing weird signs and clues about time travel and random hints that something terrible is going to happen. A sense of impending doom weighs down on him. He confides in his best friend, and they work together to solve the mystery, but they're both dumbfounded as precious seconds... slip... away...

#young justice #wally west #kid flash #dick grayson #robin i #bruce wayne #batman #by electrons

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the-sympathetic-villain · 3 years

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Hello! I just saw your post about wanting remus prompts? Obvs no pressure but I cant get this out of my mind of the rat man..... BAKING

Yes... I need the rat man baking. This took me a bit because I’m really bad at writing short prompts but I like how it turned out! Originally, this was meant to be straight fluff but I couldn’t seem to get away from my personal headcanon that Remus stress bakes lol but its still mostly fluff with a little bit of vulnerability from the rat man <3

Cookies and Coping Mechanisms

Description: After SvSR, Remus knows that everyone is upset by the outcome of episode. His solution? Dragging a reluctant Virgil into the kitchen to make cookies.

Word Count: 1747

Characters: Remus, Virgil (Platonic Dukexiety)

Warnings: Remus-Type Content (Sexual innuendo, Allusions to Drugs, References to gore, etc.), Flirting, Swearing

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“Come on, Virgie. This'll be fun.”

“Last time I heard that, you ended up on fire, Remus.” Virgil muttered as he shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets, cast a cautious glance at the bouncing creative side.

“You can't spell fun without fire!” Remus chirped happily.

Virgil stopped in his tracks, looking up in disbelief. “Yes, you can—”

“Not if you actually want to have fun, Gerard Gay.” Remus threw out over his shoulder as he continued his manic dive into the cupboards. Metal pans flew up to the countertop as Remus swung around to throw open another drawer with a loud clang.

Virgil growled. His eyes darkened with exasperation as Remus tossed a bag of flour on the counter and a puff of white haze shot up into the air. “I'm so glad that Logan soundproofed the kitchen so you can as be as loud as you want.”

“Hey, that was Roman's fault." Remus stopped digging through the fridge to point at Virgil. “He brought the firecrackers—”

“You lit them!” Virgil threw his hands up in a gesture to the large scorch marks in front of the stove.

“Irrelevant.” Remus purred with a playful grin. “Now preheat the oven for me, emo boy.”

“To what?” Virgil muttered as he stalked toward the oven.

“350 degrees, baby!”

“Don’t call me baby.” Virgil sighed, barely looking up at the mess Remus was making as he danced around the kitchen. “I don't even know why we're doing this. Cookies can’t fix what happened.”

“Well, it sure as hell can't hurt, Donnie Darko,” Remus winked, shooting finger guns at Virgil. “especially since we’re catering to each of them personally. Everyone can hate each other and all, but they can't hate cookies.”

Virgil paused in confusion. “You said we were making one batch of cookies, Remus. I didn't sign up for a whole day with—”

“I never said we weren't. Just one batch is all we need.” Remus grinned with a teasing smile, taunting him to continue.

“How can one batch of cookies cater to all of them?” Virgil wondered. “I mean I get Patton, but the others are a little harder to please.”

“Don't you worry. I'll spill the beans,” Remus paused with a suggestive grin. “but first I need you to strip, Frightmare before Christmas.”

Virgil let out an exaggerated sigh as he ducked his head to hide the redness in his cheeks. “Whatever fantasy your trying to get me play out, I won't—”

“Lose the hoodie, Virge. Everything else is optional.” Remus interrupted, grinning suggestively as Virgil tipped his head up. “Unless—"

“No.”

“Fine,” Remus giggled as he gave in to Virgil. Before he walked away, he slipped a piece of paper across the table as Virgil slipped his jacket off and laid it off to the side. “It’s to get nice and toasty in here and I don’t need you looking like you just got off a sweet bender covered in a suspicious white powder when we go to deliver the goods.”

“Okay—Okay! It’s off now.” Virgil through his hands up in exasperation as Remus wiggled his eyebrow up at him. “You can stop tormenting me.”

“Great.” Remus cheered with a flourish of his hands as he tossed the flour at Virgil. He giggled as the bag erupted into a white puff all over Virgil, leaning into his friend’s scowl before returning to hopping about the kitchen. “Mix the dry ingredients and I'll start on the wet stuff.”

“Great.” Virgil huffed, rolling his eyes as he straightened out his black tee and brushed the flour off himself. Reluctantly, he picked up the flour to begin as he looked up at Remus for explanation. “Now, tell me why you think this is going to make everything better.”

“Well, Pattycake obviously loves homemade gifts—"

“Patton is the easiest to please.” Virgil muttered as he measured the flour. “That's not an accomplishment.”

“Yeah, well. All Roman wants is attention. The fact that we were thinking of him is enough to brighten his spirits,” Remus grinned as he started to whisk together his ingredients. “and the snake boy has a sweet tooth. He hates to admit it, but sugar is Janus’ comfort food.”

Virgil paused. His eyes narrowed on Remus with skepticism in his eyes. “And what about Logan?”

Remus’ grin widened as he swiped Virgil’s bowl and began combining the ingredients. “Well, we're making thumbprint cookies and—”

“—and thumbprint cookies require jam.” Virgil deadpanned as Remus nodded. He stared blankly as the creative side finished the dough and reached below the counter.

“Bingo, bad boy.” Remus chirped as he slid a jar of Crofter's across the table.

Virgil eyed the jam suspiciously as he bit his lip. “Where exactly did you pull that from—”

“Not relevant.” Remus cheered brightly as he handed Virgil a spoon and started forming the cookies. “Start scooping and don't skimp on the jam. I don't want to offend the nerdy professor.”

“Re, this is—” Virgil stared as he followed behind Remus, dropping jam into the indents of the cookies. “—surprisingly thoughtful.”

“So, what?” Remus grinned, raising an eyebrow at Virgil. “Can't a guy do a nice thing every once in a while?”

Virgil blinked, trying to stifle his own shock. “You try to convince Thomas to jump out of moving cars or eat dirt at least daily. Nice things just aren’t what you’re about. Are they?”

“Maybe, I don’t like being predictable.” Remus chuckled as he took the tray from Virgil and slipped it in the oven.

“Holy shit,” Virgil’s mouth dropped open as Remus set the timer. “You actually care about how the others are feeling right now?”

“What?” Remus mused, raising an eyebrow at Virgil. “Did you think I was here for my own amusement, stormy night?”

“I mean, kinda.” Virgil dropped his hands to his side, tugging at the hem of his tee. “I didn’t know that you were capable of—"”

“Of course, you wouldn't think so.” Remus interrupted with a bored tone, sounding exasperated.

Virgil paused as Remus dropped his voice. The uncharacteristic serious in his friend's muted tone stopped him in his tracks and he turned back to see Remus leaned on his elbows, staring at the countertop.

“After this last video without us, everyone's thoughts about themselves are turning to crap and I feel them spiraling just the way you do, emo boy.” Remus smirked as Virgil stared back at him with shock in his eyes. “So, yeah. I used to make Thomas repeat this recipe over and over in his head until he memorized the damn thing.”

“You did that so you could bake for the others if they had a bad day?” Virgil blinked, shocked at the sudden change from Remus’ usual boisterous behavior.

Remus let out a long sigh as he fidgeted with a wooden spoon in his hand, twirling it between his fingers. “You might be his anxiety, but your not the only one carrying that gnawing dread that nothing's gonna work out, Dr. Doom. If it's grating and repetitive, it shows up on my radar too.”

“I had no idea." Virgil muttered, unsure of what else to say.

“You can thank Janus for that one, Virgie baby.” Remus chirped, a little more upbeat as the time chimed off. “You didn’t want to know and the snake's been keeping you safe and snug as long as you been kicking.”

“But what about you, Ree?” Virgil wondered out loud as Remus started to drop the hot cookies onto plates to cool. “Who keeps you safe?”

“Eh, who cares?” Remus’ voice cracked slightly as he rolled his eyes. “Point is that I’ll feel icky and this’ll make that go away.”

“Remus, that’s not—”

“What? Healthy?” Remus purred, as he wrapped an arm around Virgil’s shoulder and jostling him. “Hate to break it to you, kid, but I'm not Tommy-boy’s good coping mechanisms.”

“No, but that's why Thomas works on them.” Virgil muttered as Remus released him. “I'm not exactly what Thomas wants all the time either, but he work through his issues so that I can focus on protecting him.”

“Here’s the thing though,” Remus flashed Virgil a sharp-toothed grin as he chuckled. “My purpose ain’t quite so handy as yours, so its not worth that—”

“You’re wrong, Remus.”

Remus looked up in surprise at Virgil’s abrupt response. He stared for a moment at the concern in Virgil’s eyes before straightening up. “Oh?”

“You keep Thomas grounded in reality.” Virgil shrugged as Remus looked up at him with skepticism in his eyes. “If Thomas lived his life looking Princey's rose-colored glasses, he'd be ignoring all the complex and difficult things that give life meaning.”

Remus raised an eyebrow at him with a playful glimmer in his eyes. “So, there is creative value in ‘juicy butth—”

“Stop,” Virgil held up a hand with a chuckle. “You know what I mean. Not everything is sunshine and sparkles. Thomas can’t ignore things just because he doesn’t like them. He needs the ability to face those things and you give him that, Remus.”

Remus giggled, flashing a knowing smirk at Virgil. “You better be careful, Virgie. If you’re not, I might start to think you give a shit.”

“I do.” Virgil dipped his head to hide the redness in his cheeks as Remus smirked at him. “I do, okay? Now, just shut up so we can deliver some cookies.”

“Oh, gag me, emo boy.” Remus chuckled, barely concealing his smile as he made an over-exaggerated expression of disgust. “I didn't know you were capable of being so tooth-rottingly sweet—”

“Just shut up." Virgil muttered half-heartedly as he smiled and took the plate Remus held out for him.

Remus chuckled, nodding to the exit with a smirk. “Fine. How about we just deliver these top-notch sweets to our favorite depressed bitches then?”

“Fine—” Virgil nodded reluctantly, hesitating as he followed Remus. “—and then maybe we could watch a movie or something after?”

Remus nodded, perking up as he bounced along the hallway. “Something gory?”

Virgil snorted as he staggered down the hallway. “Might as well. None of the other sides will watch scary movies with me anyway.”

“It's a date then, stormy night.” Remus grinned, feeling lighter as they walked down the hall together. “You wore me down.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, smiling as he followed the bouncing man ahead of him. “Good.”

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CORPSE x Reader

I’ve had this in my head for a while!!! Especially the part about the dinosaur onesie.

PS if somebody could PLEASE draw corpse in a Dino onesie I will love you forever and write whatever you request.

You had a pretty good day at work today. There were parts that were slightly stressful, but that comes with any job.

You finished your shift at around 4:30 and you texted Corpse to see if he was awake and if he wanted to hang out. He said that it was cool with him since he hadn’t seen you in a while. You decide to drive over to Target to get some snacks for yourself and you walk around the store to see what else you need to spend your money because let’s be honest, you never leave Target with only what you went there. You walked through the book section, then to the clothing section and then you saw two dinosaur onesies in the mens section.

You thought it would be so cute if you and Corpse wore matching onesies while hanging out, so you took them both and headed to checkout.

You texted Corpse to let him know you were outside his apartment and waited a couple seconds before the door was pulled open.

“Hey!” you say hugging him

“Hey Y/N” he said, still sounding tired

“Did I wake you up when I texted,” you ask feeling bad

“Yes and no,” he says with a small giggle,”I was in the midst of waking up, I just wasn’t fully awake yet.”

“You could’ve just left me on read or something,” you say laughing

“No, I wanted to see you and I have to join a lobby with Rae, Sykkuno and everyone so”

“That’s right, I completely forgot. I can leave, I don’t wanna bug you”

You and Corpse met through Rae during a stream. Streaming is just a hobby for you, so you’re not as big as everyone else, but you enjoy doing it on your free time and when you wanna get your mind off of work. You and Corpse grew really close as you found it easy to talk about certain things with him and he was open to listening to you. You even confessed to him that you were a fan before you actually met him, so this was basically a full circle moment for you.

“No, it’s fine. You’re completely welcome to stay. What’s in the bags by the way”

You smile and you take out the onesies.

“There’s one for you and one for me,” you say with a huge smile

“These are so cool,” he says excited,“Can I put it on now?”

“Of course,” you say smiling

You took the tags off of the onesies and gave Corpse his.

“Can I use your bathroom to change? I wanna get out of my work clothes.”

“Yeah, it’s fine”

You take your bag with you since you have clothes to change in. You take off your work shirt and pants, then throw on a tank top and shorts to wear under your onesie.

Once you exit the bathroom, you see corpse in his onesie and can’t help but feel giddy. He looked so stinkin cute.

It was time for Corpse to get on discord with Rae and everyone. He logs in and starts up among us.

“Guys, Corpse is here!” Rae says

“Hi Corpse!” Sykkuno says

“Hey!” Toast, Leslie and Poki say simultaneously

“Hello everyone,” he says smiling

He muted himself in the discord chat

“Do you wanna say hi to everyone, y/n”

“Sure, if you’re okay with it, I am too”

“Yeah it’s fine, I don’t think anyone is streaming yet so it’s okay and no one will get the wrong idea or start rumors”

You get up from the chair you were sitting on and Corpse unmutes himself in the chat.

“Hey everyone!” You say happily

“OHMYGOSH! Y/N” Rae says

“HEY Y/N” everyone else greets

“I feel like it’s been forever since you got on a game,” Rae says

“Yeah, I know. It’s been like a week or so. Next time you guys are gonna play, let me know. I’ll get on after work if it’s a day I’m working.”

“Yay!!” Rae and Poki say

“Okay, well I’m gonna let Corpse get back on so you guys can play and stream and stuff”

“Bye Y/N,” Rae and Poki say sadly

“It was nice talking to you for a little bit, y/n. Hopefully we can play together soon,” Sykkuno says

“Yes, I would love that. I’m gonna let Corpse get back on now. Byeee”

You let Corpse get back into his chair and you go back to where you were sitting.

It’s now a few hours into the gameplay and Corpse has to use the bathroom in the middle of the game. He tells everyone that he’ll be back then mutes his mic to ask if you would play for him while he goes. He’s crew mate this round, so you were relieve that you wouldn’t have to do some big brain gameplay. You went about doing Corpse’s tasks until he came back.

Corpse re-enters and you hand his seat back over.

“Have fun,” he asks smiling and getting comfortable

“Yeah, I was relieved to see you weren’t imposter this round”

He lets out a small giggle and unmutes his mic so that everyone in the stream could hear him.

He spent the next hour and a half talking with everyone and chat, making jokes, laughing, and simping over sykkuno. You loved hearing him have fun and glad that he could be happy even with everything he has going on.

When he finished, he logged off his computer and started to walk towards the living room. You get out of your chair and follow him.

“You still wanna watch some movies,” he asks

“Yeah, but i completely understand if you’re exhausted. You played for really long,” you say not wanting him to feel pressured

“Okay, just give me five minutes”

“Alrighty,” you say giving him a reassuring smile

He joins you on the couch and lays down facing you. He closes his eyes and faces towards the ceiling.

After he finishes resting, you turn on the tv and decide to put on How the Grinch Stole Christmas because it’s one of your favorite movies and then you agreed to put on Corpse’s favorite, Donnie Darko after your choice was over. The rest of the night you took turns picking movies until you decided you should probably head home. You give Corpse a hug and wish him goodbye.

When you reach home, you text him to let him know you reached safely and tell him good night since you have an early shift tomorrow, otherwise you would’ve stayed up with him.

‘Good night. Sweet dreams :)’ he texts back

You smile at your phone head to bed.

Art by _nokisuu on IG

I hope you guys enjoyed this. I have been working really hard and hope this makes you guys happy. I hope you all have a good night/day and thank you for all your support and reading my work 😘

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The smell of burnt toast remains, Hanging in my kitchen like a ghost of my past In which it’s actually just that I haven’t Cleaned out my toaster since you left me.

NAME: Krishna Bhandari

FACE CLAIM: Avan Jogia

NICKNAMES: Krish, Dari, Robin

BIRTHDATE/AGE: May 1, 1992 [29]

ETHNICITY: British Indian, white European

HOMETOWN: London, England

OCCUPATION: Writer

PEN NAME: Robin Blake

HEIGHT: 5′10

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

FAMILY: Rebecca (Blake) Bhandari [mother] / Savtaj Bhandari [father] / Shiva Bhandari [twin]

AESTHETICS: leather bound books, chai tea, vintage Batman comics, mason jar full of used matches, decrepit victorian house, shadows, the movie Donnie Darko

FULL BIO

HEADCANNONS: TW - suicidal thoughts, alcohol, arson

would live off oreos if he could

fully blames Shiva for holding him back and everything else wrong in his life

has spent most of his life living out of motels, prefers it to apartments or homes. Feels weird in an actual house

isn’t a huge fan of reading, would rather write

changed his name to his pen name, Robin Blake, in trying to make a new life for himself

Chose that name after Robin from Batman

His favorite story is A Perfect Day for Bananafish from JD Salinger. Assumes that’s how he’s going to die. By becoming an alcoholic writer and killing himself in a hotel room

Almost got a girl pregnant when he was 17 but it was someone else’s baby. Hasn’t slept with a girl since then

The idea of having a baby terrifies him so much, and somewhat lack of interest has turned him away from biological women. if he connected with someone enough though he doesn’t really care the gender

Was engaged for 2 months to someone he met in London after a 6 month stint dating

paints his nails a muted pink most of the time because every time he sees the color he claims it keeps him happy

mother died in a house fire accidentally set by his brother when they were 9

ran away at 16 with his brother and bounced around the UK before “running away” to start new in Vancouver

named his first book Shadow Children with the main characters Zachary and his shadow, Cody

thinks of his second book almost as a sequel but not really, titled: The Manchester Ghost, with the main character Sam, and his ghost Dylan

Eventually wants to write a whole series of characters in their twenties with “ghosts” and have the entire world connect in a paranormal series

#vcintro

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scarofthewind · 3 years

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Not As It Seems || Frank (Donnie Darko) x Reader

A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you are swell and hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Foul language, tinge of angst, hurt comfort

word count: 959

This wasn’t right, none of it was. You shouldn’t be staring at a house that looked so familiar but so unknown, with your heart beating so fast you thought it would come out of your chest. “It’s a shame isn’t it?” A female voice came from beside you and you snapped your head to look at the woman.

“A plane crash?” You assumed, seeing the large motor being removed from the house. Your eyes landed on the EMT’s who were pushing a stretcher out of the house with a black body bag on top. Your stomach lurched; you looked away.

“No one knows, it was just part of the plane they found. Strange isn’t it?” She asked, giving you a look before turning and ushering her two young children into the house across the street. Your head was beyond foggy as you looked over the faces of the people standing outside the half destroyed house, tears running down their faces as they mourned the loss of the loved one who was being put into the back of the ambulance.

Scanning the house for any signs of knowing, your eyes stopped on the mailbox and your heart nearly stopped as everything clicked in to place. In bold letters, ‘Darko’ was neatly printed on the side of it, the name cueing a familiar voice in your head. Your heart tugged sharply and you felt a gasp leave your lips as a pain struck through it. “Frank...” You quickly got on your bike, peddling as fast as you could to get to his house.

It was almost as if you didn’t breathe the whole ride over because when you made it to his front door, you were severely out of breath and tears were running down your face. The memories that seemed so distant and unreal made your stomach tighten as the door opened and there he stood. Your hands shook as you took a step back out of shock, confusion ripping through you every passing second. “I saw you...you’re dead, I saw you...you died....how...” The words died on your tongue when he grabbed your wrists and pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you and pulling you close.

“Frank how are you alive?” Your voice trembled as he cupped your face, looking deep into your eyes to try to calm you down. “He shot you...Donnie- oh my god- Donnie...”

Frank pressed you into his chest as you cried, gripping onto him for dear life, almost as if you thought it would all disappear if you let go. He ran a hand through your hair and tried to calm you down, even moving to sit down with you, his back pressed against the door. “I’m so sorry (Y/N).” He cooed, feeling you tighten your grip on him when he tried to move in the slightest. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Everything he said was true. About time and-” Frank shushed you again, knowing you were going to drive yourself crazy over this. “He’s gone, Frank. Donnie is dead and everything is....it’s all wrong.” He knew exactly what you meant, having stared at his work of a costume upstairs for the past five hours and mentally breaking down everything that he’d done. He’d killed someone...but at the same time, he didn’t.

You stayed in his arms for the next couple of minutes before letting him up and moving upstairs to his room, looking at the bunny costume with disgust. You watched as he threw it in his closet and moved to lay on the bed, patting the stop between his legs for you. “I’m scared.” You admitted, feeling his hands play with your hair lovingly.

“I am too.” Frank responded, watching your eyes look up into his. “But we will get through this okay? Donnie died to fix all of this, we can’t let it be in vain.” You nodded, feeling one of his hands cup your cheek gently.

“I saw the girl he was with, today on my way here. I don’t think she remembers.” You felt your heart ache for her but also feel relived.

“She’s lucky.” Frank sighed, running a hand through his hair and rubbing his face tiredly. “I wish I didn’t remember what I did.” You knew what he meant by that and it hurt you to know he was going to beat himself up over this for the rest of his life.

“She’s alive. You’re alive, that’s all that matters to me.” You said, reaching up and hooking the collar of his shirt with your finger, pulling him down to press a kiss against his lips. You both could feel each other relax from the feeling of being close to one another. The fear of losing him again, slowly faded away with each second he moved his mouth against yours.

“How many hours of sleep did you get?” You asked him, pulling away after a few minutes.

“Not nearly enough, you?” He asked, noticing the dark circles under your eyes.

You looked away from his gaze, “I don’t remember much except that I didn’t leave your side. All I can think of is waking up in my bed, not knowing anything that had happened.” You looked back at him and frowned at the sad look in his eyes. “Don’t die on me ever again, okay?”

Frank let out a snort of laughter but nodded, resting his forehead on yours and taking a deep breath. You stayed together in that same spot for the majority of the day, basking in a stronger bond that somehow had pulled you closer together. You will never forget losing a friend like Donnie, but you got your lover back and that’s all that mattered to you in that moment in time.

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red-sector-rivendell · 3 years

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media reccs? 👀 since apparently you are a man of good taste?

Wow thank you 😏 I have a masterlist of movies that have changed me I often recommend to people, I'll just copy and paste here with quick synopses lol, it's kinda long. I'm not super great at writing synopses tho so bear with me

Dead Poets Society (1989)

One of my favorite movies of all time and a total classic. It's about a group of boys at a strict boarding school who are inspired by their new English teacher (played by Robin Williams) to think for themselves and chase their dreams. This movie literally changed my life lol

Quadrophenia (1979)

This movie is based off of the story behind the concept album by The Who of the same name. It follow the life of a young man named Jimmy who is in a gang called the Mods. Theres this huge gang war between them and the Rockers (I think that's their name, it's been a while since i watched it) and Jimmy questions his beliefs about coming-of-age and his values in life throughout the film

Cabaret (1972)

Based off of the Broadway musical of the same name, this movie is about a British man who moves to Germany during the beginning of the rise of Nazis. He meets a woman who basically turns his world upside down, and it follows their love affair and sexuality and anti-semitism, and it's hilarious and heart wrenching and a beautiful movie

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

This is a super trippy romance film. Basically in the universe of this movie, theres a technology that is developed that can delete memories of an entire person from your mind while you are in a dream-like state, and the main character of this movie (played by Jim Carrey) decides to undergo the procedure after a bad breakup. Its soooo good I highly recommend this movie

It's Such a Beautiful Day (2012)

This is an animated film about a man named Bill who is going through brain cancer. Its told from the perspective of an unnamed narrator essentially communicating everything Bill sees, hears, and experiences. This is the movie that got me into film and it is still a complete masterpiece and one of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen

The Dirties (2013)

Loved this one a lot back in high school, it's been a while since I watched it. This is a film made in Canada about a high schooler named Matt Johnson and his friend Owen who decide to make a short film for their class about them killing the gang at their school that bullies them, and things take a dark turn. It's a hilarious movie and hits pretty close to home for me in a lot of ways haha

Logan's Run (1976)

Great movie, pretty cheesy though so be warned. This is based off a book with the same name, and it takes place in the future where most of humanity is wiped out except for a small society that lives under a domed structure. No one is allowed to leave the dome, and to control overpopulation, no one is allowed to live past the age of 30. It's really bizarre but I love this movie

Donnie Darko (2001)

Pretty sure this was Jake Gyllenhaal's first big hit when he was super young (I think he was like 19 in this movie but I'm not sure) basically about this kid, Donnie Darko, who is somewhat schizophrenic and has a habit of sleepwalking. After one particular incident he has a near-death experience and starts seeing a man in a bunny costume everywhere who makes him do weird stuff. Another pretty trippy movie with a crazy ending

American Psycho (2000)

Honestly I'm sure a few on this list you've probably seen (most likely this one included) but I didnt wanna leave any out because they're all so good. If you haven't seen this, it's about a Wall Street executive named Patrick Bateman who is a materialistic phony by day and a serial killer by night. I tried to read the book but the inner dialogue was really hard to get through lmao. Awesome movie though huge recommend.

Clockwork Orange (1971)

Yet another trippy one. And fuck it's been a long time since I've seen it so I might get some stuff wrong here. But it's basically about this serial rapist guy who hangs out with this group of goons and they all like to go beat up homeless people and shit, but the main character gets captured and has to go through reformation therapy to make him a better person. It's an extremely bizarre movie but soooo good and kind of hilarious lol

Creep (2014)

Of course this is on my list haha. If you haven't seen it yet, it's a horror movie about this freelance film guy who answers an ad on craigslist to help a man with cancer film a movie for his unborn son. And shit gets weird real fast. One of my favorite horror movies ever, I wouldnt say it's super scary but it's fun as fuck

Hereditary (2018)

If I'm being honest, I don't like a lot of big movies made in super recent years and especially not horror movies (mostly because they're all cheap cash grabs with no substance) but this one is an exception for me. Hereditary is fucking masterful in my opinion, legitimately creepy as hell and well-produced and well written. To put the plot as vaguely as possible without spoiling anything, it's about a family (mostly the mother) who go through some crazy fucked up shit. That's literally all I can say without giving anything away. Super good flick, big recommend

Gattaca (1997)

This list isn't in any particular order, and I love all these movies to death, but if I had to rank them this would probably be on the lower end. It's not a bad movie, it's still great but it's just not as life-changing as the other ones lmao. This takes place in the future where genetic modifications have progressed to a point where you can modify your unborn child's DNA to have the perfect baby. This has led to, essentially racial bias against those who never had that procedure when they were born. The main character was not one of these "special" children, but he wants an extremely prestigious job which requires that of the employee. Through the film, he is trying to fake his identity and fool the company into thinking he is one of these perfect people. Still a great film

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998)

Johnny Depp, man, he is something else. I LOVE this movie. Based off a true story and a book written by the man who lived it, Hunter S. Thompson, this follows the adventure of the writer and his attorney as they go on a drugged-out, psychedelic romp through Las Vegas with the original intention being to cover a story on a motorcycle race, but things go off the rails as they both terrorize the entire city in a way. Just a fun ride the whole way, a great movie

The Truman Show (1998)

God I'm realizing this list is long as fuck. Don't watch all of these movies, it might take you a lifetime lmao. Anyway, this is a classic Jim Carrey movie and another one you've probably seen. But again, if you haven't, this movie is about a man whose entire life has been fabricated and shot for television without him knowing. Super great, super moving, fantastic film 10 outta 10 I gotta wrap this shit up

A Scanner Darkly (2006)

A lesser known Keanu Reeves movie, but fuck I wish more people have seen this. This is one of my favorite movies of all time, and it's based off a book which is just as amazing. This movie takes place in the near future, where facial recognition technology has progressed wayyy too far, and drugs have gotten to the point of no return. The plot follows a detective who is undercover in a junkie house trying to figure out who is the top of the drug dealing totem pole, but ends up wrapped in the junkie lifestyle a little too deeply. Seriously, I recommend this movie to everyone who asks, it's so damn good

Fight Club (1999)

Another popular one. If you havent seen it, it's based off a book by Chuck Palahniuk following the story of a man (the main character actually doesnt have a name lol) who meets a guy named Tyler Durden who changes his entire perspective on how the world works. They start an underground boxing club together to help themselves and other men blow off steam and get away from the capitalist consumer-centric lifestyle they are forced into. Big twist at the end, great movie five stars on yelp

Harold and Maude (1971)

This is a weird one. Gotta say. It's about a guy in his 20s who meets an old woman at a funeral and falls in love with her. Sounds pretty ok at face value but theres a lot of really strange subplots and a huuuuge twist at the end (one of the subplots being the guy compulsively fakes his suicide to get his mother's attention) big recommend

Polyester (1981)

This one I cant even explain u just have to watch it its fucking bizarre

Fargo (1996)

Ok lightning round on the synopses, this movie is about a man who wants to commit fraud by hiring guys to kidnap his wife so her father can pay them ransom and instead the husband gets the money but everything goes wrong it's really good

Bad Times at the El Royale (2018)

Another modern movie I actually like, last time I watched this I was on shrooms and it was crazy but it's about this hotel right on the border of california and (Nevada I think?) And all these weird people are staying at it and there are twists at every turn and chris hemsworth is a cult leader in it its great

Memento (2000)

GREAT MOVIE GOD PLEASE WATCH THIS ONE it's about a man who develops short term memory loss after witnessing the rape and murder of his wife AND WHEN I SAY THERE ARE TWISTS LIKE EVERY TEN MINUTES I MEAN IT. The film is chronologically backwards, in that the first scene takes place at the end of the story and works back from there in increments of like 5 minutes. Basically each scene is a segment of time that this guy remembers before his memory loss kicks in and he forgets and FUCK it's so good please god watch it

Almost Famous (2000)

This is another one that would probably be low on my ranking but still a great and fun movie, it's about this kid that wants to write articles about rock stars for the rolling stone (based off a true story btw) and he ends up running away to go ride on a tour bus with some band and gets into all types of shenanigans and its great and sad

Parasite (2019)

Another modern movie I love, fuck this is getting too long lmao. Poor family wants to make money and they hatch a scheme to pretend to be bougie and work for this rich family but shit gets weird and everything goes wrong and it's so good (also literally the only film ever that made me speechless afterwards)

Pulp Fiction (1994)

Pretty much lives up to the hype, I totally forgot the plot but it's pretty damn good I remember that lmao

The Warriors (1979)

Fun movie, theres a bunch of teen gangs in New York and the leader of all of em is like "hey we should rally all the gangs together and fuck up the cops so we can rule this city" but then he gets shot by someone in the crowd and the gang The Warriors gets blamed so the whole movie is them running from all the other gangs so they can get back to home base and it's just an all around fun time movie

12 Monkeys (1995)

THIS MOVJE IS CRAZY it takes place in the future where a virus has almost completely wiped humans off the face of the earth so these scientists send this guy back in time to figure out where it came from so they can stop it from ever happening but obviously everything goes wrong and yadda yadda yadda it's amazing

Waking Life (2001)

Gonna preface this by saying this film is definitely not for entertainment, it's kind of an arthouse-type flick. It's the type of movie you have to think really really hard about to watch. The basic plot is the main character is stuck inside his own lucid dream, and is walking around listening to all these characters in his dream talk to him about, idk like the meaning of life and consciousness and shit. It's really good if you're in the mood for that type of thing.

Okay I'm finally done, you probably didnt expect this but I've been meaning to put my movie recommendations on this blog anyway haha. I deleted some just cause it was getting wayyyy too long. If u want a shorter list I can just give u like a top 5 in DMs but there u go have at it, every movie on that list is a banger I swear

#long post #movies #film #cinema #cinephile #ask #movie recommendations #you have no obligation to read all that #really shows how bored i am that i wrote out this whole fuckin thing on my phone lmao #youre welcome?

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marueonmain · 4 years

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WINDFLOWER

part seven ~ acting the fool ~

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (part five) (part six) (part seven)

A/N: I appreciate each of you. Stay safe and stay epic!

Summary: Alex can no longer avoid Y/N and his feelings for her.

Pairing: imallexx x reader

Warning: Alex Elmslie? A Lovesick Idiot? It’s More Likely Than You Think.

Word Count: 1.4k GIF Credit: internetgylord

Jolting from the grasps of his own vivid imagination, Alex was sickened with the twisted scene and shocked with himself for conjuring it. What am I doing? He looked to his phone – to the photos, he poured over moments before and recoiled at his actions. He closed instagram and shifted around on the bed: embarrassed to be listening as the shouting from above continued.

He needed an excuse to leave his bedroom, or else he might start thinking again – about it – about her. He did not want to start thinking; he had switched off his feelings and did not want them back.

Alex pushed the muffled shouting from his thoughts and rang Will.

“You alright, mate?” Will asked as he did at the start of every phone conversation.

“It’s good. Do you want to film an S2W?” He bit his bottom lip, waiting for an answer, and tasted a little blood. “Will? You there?”

“I’m here. I was thinking it’s a bit odd is all; just that I’m used to having to force you and George into filming reddit videos."

“Fair enough.” Alex winced at a sudden pressure on his browbone and tried shaking his head to relieve the ache: it did not work. “That a no?”

“Not at all. Could always go for some more content on the second channel. I’m giving you fifteen minutes, and if you’re late again, I’ll have to do your knees in.”

As the call ended, the muffled shouting from above stopped dead. Alex paused to listen – nothing. It should have been a good thing, but to him, he wondered (perhaps in another hindsight trick of the mind) if he could hear them again would he not notice there was just one voice doing the shouting; not notice it was just Sammy’s voice the entire time?

He waited, but there was not another sound. Alex pulled on his pink zip-up jacket, tugged on his bright red pringles socks, and raced out of his apartment to the lift. It was ten past when Will told him to be there. But he was not wearing knee guards so he could not have been too worried about it.

DING. Lift doors opened. A woman was waiting there inside. Oh. Oh, of course.

Y/N smiled in a curious delight as her eyes brightened at seeing him.

Something strained the back of Alex’s throat like he was about to cry. He did not care about appearing desperate or pathetic or how the internal embarrassment might crush his self-esteem because it was her: it was her, and she was an experience, unlike anything he had lived before.

Flower earrings decorated her cute ears, and her nails were painted an intense blue. Everything about her tested all facets and all capacities for loveliness – and broke them. Y/N pushed herself forward to stand straight from having been leaning back against the wall of the lift. And she parted her gentle lips to speak. And he did not register a word. And she tried again.

“Hi, Alex.”

“Hey,” his voice cracked.

Entering the lift, he pushed the button for Will’s floor and took a step backwards. He stood frozen, beginning to sweat. Y/N moved to face him at a thirty-degree angle: like there was some imaginary audience whose line of sight into the conversation needed to be kept into consideration.

It was Alex’s turn to lower his gaze while she looked upon his face. The smell of her scented soap struck him hard.

“Those are fun socks. I rate them,” said Y/N.

“Thanks. I like your…um…earrings. Flowers.” Excellent observation. I’m such an idiot.

Y/N blushed. “They're not a little loud?”

“Not at all. So, what have you been doing today?” Alex was not – he told himself – inquiring about the screaming match. It was just a normal question for normal conversation between normal neighbors.

“I made banana bread this morning; I thought not going out wouldn’t be too hard, but I hate it. I’m not sure what I’ll do during the actual enforced lock-down.”

“It’s a rough situation – rough to be around certain people for so long without breaks. Can be a nightmare sometimes, you know?”

Y/N’s face paled considerably. “No. I wouldn’t say that.”

“No, of course. I’m talking about George.”

“Right.” Y/N was not about to share her perspective on the fight between her and Sammy. Maybe she was hoping it was not loud enough for Alex to have heard. “Not going out isn’t that bad really. I might have been exaggerating.”

“Sure. You’ve been keeping yourself busy then, yeah?”

“Yeah. Spent all afternoon looking for movies to download.” She paused. “What’s your favourite movie?”

Alex nodded along as Y/N spoke, and he answered the same answer he gave to anyone asking that question for the last decade, “The Social Network.”

“Oh, I’ve seen that. It has that guy who looks like Michael Cera.”

“Jesse Eisenberg.”

“That’s right.” She snapped her fingers and pointed a finger gun. “Jesse Eisenberg. I liked him in The Double. Oh! I finished a movie that’s been on my watchlist forever: Zodiac with Jake Gyllenhaal.”

“Yes, Gyllenhaal. Red October.”

“Velvet Buzzsaw,” Y/N quipped.

And Alex right back. “Prisoners.”

“Donnie Darko.” She giggled and gave a nervous tug to her earlobe.

Alex remembered ~the dream~ and how the Y/N his unconscious drew together had placed a kiss behind his ear. He never received such a delicate affection. Never thought about how it would feel.

Now here he was caught in a lift with a woman that mesmerized his entire being, and he was not picturing how he wished to or how it might be to sleep with her; he imagined a softer exchange.

Imagined it with such focus that he swore he could almost feel it – a slight warmth behind his ear and an electric shock all over which begged the question: How many small parts of him had always gone so unloved?

“I forgot about Donnie Darko. The villain is a furry, right?”

“Always thought the real antagonist was god.” Bringing her hand to her chin, Y/N tapped her index finger twice against her lips. Pulling her eyebrows together and looking up and off at nothing, in mockery of some deep philosophical thinker.

He matched the pose. “Or is it the very concept of time?”

“It’s that bitch: time!” Y/N burst out in a short laugh at herself.

Alex felt bound to fall into a hypnotic trance, so lost in how her lips moved when she spoke that he almost could not keep up with the conversation.

“Maybe we could watch and figure it out together.” His words burst from him like the first gasp of air after holding his breath underwater. It had been such a sure thing: his resolve that avoiding Y/N would drown his feelings for her, and yet there he was less than seventy-two hours later acting the fool again.

“I would really like that.” Each word she said hit his ears like it was the first time he ever heard them.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but, I’d want to ask Sam beforehand.” Each word she said hit his ears like he was being shot in the head.

“Alright.” A short beat of silence came over them until: “We forgot a big one – Love and Other Drugs.”

“You know your Gyllenhaal.”

“He’s a handsome man.” Alex tipped his head in a subconscious effort to elicit agreement to which he received a nod. “It also has Anne Hathaway in it.”

Y/N beamed. “Oh? I like her a lot.”

“Me too.” I like you a lot. Alex darted his eyes from Y/N and watched the floor numbers turn over.

DING.

“I hope I run into you again soon.” She took a slow step out into the hall but turned in time to throw up a hand in a short wave before disappearing. “Goodbye, Alex.”

“Bye.” He waved contented – how could his affection for Y/N be wrong when it made him feel like this?

Maybe. Maybe. It was not wrong. And maybe…it was time he acted like it.

Alex deserved a chance at happiness – at making Y/N happy.

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jugxbets · 3 years

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ALS Chapter Two pt 2

a/n: didnt fit in one post so i had to separate it. will probably do it again with other chapters.

"No, nothing like that.. if i tell you, will you swear you won't tell anyone? Like anyone at all? And you won't ask questions until i'm ready to talk?"

yes, of course. On my mother's pearls. What's wrong?

Alex heavily sighed. "I need a plan b pill."

She heard Veronica lightly gasp on the other line.

<i>o-okay, ill get it for you as soon as I can and we can talk later.</I>

She hung up. She had tears streaming down her face and she didn't even realize. She was scared that if she waited any longer, she would end up pregnant.

Moments later, Veronica texted her to tell her she was outside.

She rushed to get there, getting a questioning look from her dad, who was in the living room.

She walked outside, where she saw Veronica waiting with a paper brown bag in her hands, with her face filled with nothing but concern.

"Thank you." A wave of relief ran through Alex's body when Veronica handed the bag to her.

Veronica nodded. She was debating whether she should ask or not.

Alex took the box out and shoved it down her shorts. She covered the very noticeable box print with her shirt the best she could. She crumbled the bag, and threw it across the lawn.

"You can't tell Archie." Alex whispered.

Veronica nodded once again.

"What happened?" She finally asked.

Alex rolled her eyes. "The obvious."

"But why didn't you—"

"Not here, Veronica." Alex cut her off. "My dad and Archie are inside."

"Does this mean we're friends again?" Veronica gave a small smile.

Alex smiled back. "I guess."

Veronica squealed and hugged Alex. She returned her hug.

"Just don't go breaking Betty's heart. She's had too much of that from stupid Archie." Alex rolled her eyes.

Veronica nodded. "I won't, I promise."

"Okay, well thank you, once again." Alex said with a kind smile.

"For sure, and hey, if you need a 'test,' you know who to call." She joked.

Alex laughed. "Just go."

And she left.

Alex raced back upstairs to take the pill. She took it as instructed.

She let out another sigh of relief, possibly the last one of the night.

She started undressing herself to get into her pajamas. She noticed her waist was bruised. She took a better look in the mirror.

Yep. Bruised.

She huffed. She decided not to think too much about it and continue getting ready for bed.

She fell fast asleep.

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School was boring the next day. She was sad that Chuck didn't even acknowledge her.

Her heart dropped when she saw Veronica exceptionally close to him in the student's lounge.

She didn't say anything about it and sat on the counter next to Jughead. She began blasting music through her ears, not listening to what any of them said.

Although, it didn't matter how loud she put the volume up, she can still hear Reggie trying to play detective.

She rolled her eyes.

"It's called necrophilia, Reggie. Can you spell it?" Jughead snapped back.

Alex tried holding back a laugh but failed terribly.

She stopped laughing when Reggie launched himself at Jughead. Archie stopped him.

"Hey, shut the hell up, Reggie." He pushed him.

Alex jumped off the counter.

"Archie.." she scolded.

"What do you care, Andrews?" Reggie asked, sparking up some more tension between the two.

"Nothing, just leave him alone." Archie simply stated.

"Holy crap." Reggie said, in a surprised tone. "Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy, blood brother thing?"

He got closer to Archie's face.

Alex tried getting in between them so it wouldn't get physical but Jughead held her back.

Then Archie pushed Reggie again.

"Archie, stop it." Alex demanded.

Reggie paused for a second before he launched himself completely at Archie. He pushed him into the vending machine, causing them to break the glass.

Jughead didn't bother to hold Alex anymore since he tried getting Reggie of off him. Moose got up and grabbed Jughead.

Alex was going to step in as well, but Betty was on her feet by then and she insisted on holding her back.

They fell on to the floor where Reggie punched the living daylights out of him.

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They ended up back home. Alex gave an ice pack to Archie for him to put on his face. Where the bruise was.

"You're such an idiot." Alex snarled.

He sighed.

"Ooh." Fred interrupted.

Both of their attention went to him.

"I hate to ask this, but did you get that in a fight with Jughead?" Fred asked carefully.

"No. It was with Reggie." Archie assured him. "It's a long story."

"I think I can tell it pretty quick." Alex interjected.

"Not that." Archie cut her off. "Jughead and i, we were disagreeing about a girl."

He sighed. "Because there's this girl.."

"There usually is." Fred interrupted.

"But it's not about me and Jughead, it's about me and this girl." Archie elaborated.

Alex's face scrunched up. "What girl?"

"... no one you know." Archie hesitated.

She scoffed.

"Alex, will you give us a moment?" Fred turned to Alex.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm gonna go for a walk."

She headed out.

As soon as she stepped outside, she got a text from Chuck.

From: Chuck

Come over?

She grinned and walked on over to his house.

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It was the night of the Pep Rally. The first game the cheerleading got to cheer for. She promised herself she would be the loudest for Archie.

Even though he's been acting weird lately, she wanted to let him know she was there for him without telling him directly.

She jumped up and down with her pom poms, despite her still being sore from the night before.

She saw Jughead by the bleachers and approached him.

"You alright?" She called out as she ran up to him.

"Never been better." He sarcastically responded.

"I saw how Moose grabbed you. I was just checking in." She shrugged.

"Thanks." He blandly said.

She nodded.

"Nice outfit." He chuckled.

"Shut up." She laughed.

She saw Archie approaching them from the corner of her eye.

"Can you give us a minute?" Archie asked Alex.

She blinked. "Uh, yeah, I'm gonna go back to the field. Enjoy the game." She smiled at Jughead.

He tried his best to smile back.

She ran back to the cheerleaders. They continued to jump up and down, and cheer.

It physically hurt Alex for her to be this perky.

In the back of her mind, she had hoped Jughead and Archie would make up.

It started drizzling. She groaned. She hated rain.

She shook it off and continued being peppy. She couldn't get yelled at by Cheryl in front of anyone.

It was time for the cheerleaders to get in formation. The principal introduced the mayor.

She went on to talk about how lacking the heart of school spirit wasn't the Riverdale way.

She continued with her small speech, that Alex had already began tuning out.

Cheryl looked out of it. Alex could tell she was trying to keep herself together.

Mayor McCoy eventually introduced the cheerleaders and her daughter's band, Josie and the Pussycats.

Everyone cheered.

They started performing. Everything was going smoothly.

The song ended and so did the performance.

Everyone cheered again.

The cheering continued when the coach introduced the football players.

Alex heard and cheered as loud as she could.

Archie smiled at her.

Cheryl saw Archie and couldn't help but lose it. She ran off inside the school, leaving everyone wondering what had happened.

Veronica followed her.

"What happened?" Alex asked Betty.

She shrugged. "Lets go find out."

Betty ran, leading Alex to the building.

They walked into the girls locker room where they saw Cheryl sobbing.

They both felt bad.

"I'm alone." Cheryl continued to sob.

"You're not alone. It's okay." Veronica tried to comfort her.

Alex shed a tear. She saw Cheryl's real pain that night. She couldn't imagine losing her own brother. Looking at Cheryl made her realize that she would die if Archie was gone like Jason.

Cheryl went in to hug Veronica and sob into her shoulder.

Betty zoned out.

Eventually, Veronica advised Cheryl to go home. She obviously wasn't in the mood for a pep rally. Cheryl ended up taking her advice.

The girls went back to the football field and acted like nothing happened. The game went on and finished.

Betty was looking at Veronica like she missed.

"Go talk to her." Alex nudged her

Betty sighed.

She approached Veronica. Alex followed.

"Hey." She began. "We saw you and Cheryl."

Alex nodded when Veronica looked at her.

"Not many girls would've done what you did." Betty admitted.

"I know I wouldn't have." Alex confessed.

They chuckled.

"Full disclosure. I've had my share of emotional breakdowns." Veronica also confessed.

"If you're not doing anything, do you wanna go get a milkshake at Pop's with Alex and I?" Betty invited her.

"Are you sure?" Veronica laughed.

"Yeah." Betty assured her.

"Guys, I'd love that." She accepted.

They smiled at each other and walked off.

They went to Pop's where as promised, they got some milkshakes.

"Betty.." Veronica began. "Can we make a vow?"

Alex looked at them with curiosity.

"Sure." Betty shrugged.

"That no matter what, no boy will ever come between us again." Veronica continued.

Betty smiled.

"Deal?"

"Deal."

"Thank god for that." Alex sarcastically said. They laughed.

The chimes of the door caught their attention.

It was Archie and Jughead.

They all awkwardly smiled at each other.

"Do you guys want to join us?" Betty offered.

There was a moment of silence.

"Yes." Jughead broke it. "But only if you're treating."

They laughed. Alex slid down the booth so Betty can make room for Archie. Jughead climbed into the other side of Veronica.

Veronica introduced herself to Jughead.

He did the same, where she furrowed her brows and smiled at his name.

They all talked and laughed amongst each other for the rest of the night.

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It was the Monday. Everyone was in Biology.

Chuck was in the same class now and he ignored Alex. She tried not to take it so personal but she couldn't help it.

"Hey, you okay?" Jughead noticed.

"Yeah." She shook her head and chuckled.

Jughead narrowed his eyes.

The Principal Weatherbee and Sheriff Keller walked into the class.

Everyone's attention went to them.

Cheryl suddenly stood up.

"You're here for me, aren't you?" She softly said. "Because of the autopsy?"

Everyone looked at her.

"We don't need to do this in front of your classmates, Cheryl." Weatherbee said.

"It's all right, Principal Weatherbee." Cheryl assured him. She put out her wrists for them to hand cuff. "They'll find out soon enough."

"Now that won't be necessary." Keller said, chuckling.

"Wait, Cheryl, find out what?" Veronica interjected.

"That I'm guilty." Cheryl's voice broke.

Everyone's eyes widened and gasped.

They took her out of the classroom and into the Principal's office.

Eventually, everyone found out that Jason didn't die on the Fourth of July. But that he had died over a week later.

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we never painted by the numbers

chapter one of the peter losing wendy series

*inspired by Taylor Swift’s Folklore*

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Original Character (Liz Walker)

Warnings: alcohol, partying, plot does not follow the canon

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: At the Labor Day party in the Boneyard, Liz and JJ have trouble avoiding each other.

September 2, 2019

Though the sand was cool beneath her feet, Liz felt her cheeks burning red. Her heart beat anxiously against her ribs. Chewing on her bottom lip, she descended the slope down to the shore, where she would find the keg. Where she would find JJ. She kept telling herself there was no reason to be nervous, that it would be the same as it always had been. But as soon as she spotted him, her stomach sank and she had to avert her eyes. His face was lit dimly beneath the half moon, and she could tell he was smiling even from across the crowd of sweaty teenagers. Swallowing down the sick nerves creeping up her throat, she meandered through the masses and finally arrived at the center of the party. The other pogues, along with Sarah Cameron, stood around the keg like politicians schmoozing voters. Ask, and the people shall receive shitty keg beer. Liz wanted to grimace at herself for thinking such bitter thoughts, but she plastered on a weak smile instead.

Kie noticed her before she even had to say anything, pulling her into a drunken side hug and squealing some joyous exclamation. Liz couldn’t quite understand her through all the slurring, but she knew the gist of the words tumbling from Kie’s mouth. It had been too long, even though they saw each other at work it just wasn’t the same, and the like. No matter how much she wanted to, Liz knew she couldn’t just disappear. She couldn’t suddenly stop showing up on the HMS Pogue for Sunday fishing trips or not make an appearance at a party. Especially not the Labor Day blowout to celebrate the beginning of senior year.

Rather, she chose to fade away. Show her face less and less until, hopefully, they forgot she ever existed. It wasn’t an airtight plan, but it was the best she could come up with. She promised Kie they would dance together later, after Liz was able to down a few drinks. A chorus of cheers followed, the rest of the group elated to see the friend who had been working an inexplicable number of shifts the past few weeks. And, for just a moment, Liz felt secure in the spot where she stood. Kie had her arm around Liz’s shoulders, babbling on to Sarah about some memory from the Kook Academy Liz wasn’t present for.

On a normal night, it would have bothered Liz. Before Sarah Cameron had shown up and John B started macking on her, Kie had been Liz’s confidant. The only other girl to relate to in the face of three clueless boys. But Liz didn’t share a childhood with Kie the way Sarah did. Liz knew she hadn’t exactly been replaced, but she was also smart enough to know it would never be the same. She would never again be the one Kie immediately thought to call when she considered cutting her hair or getting another spontaneous dolphin tattoo. It was Liz who had, in fact, replaced Sarah. And why would Kie need the replacement when the original was back in the picture?

Despite the old, familiar hurt bubbling up in her chest, though, Liz just couldn’t bring herself to care when Kie and Sarah twirled away to go dance near the portable speaker. There were bigger fish to fry. Harder pills to swallow as she took a tentative step towards the keg, and the three boys, to ask for a drink. She wasn’t lost on the way JJ had been avoiding her gaze and hadn’t said a word upon his noticing her arrival. Liz was pretty sure it wasn’t lost on Pope either, even if she and JJ were both doing their best to act as usual for the sake of their friends. At least Liz didn’t have to worry about John B noticing anything was wrong. He was oblivious, as always.

“Hey, Liz, where have you been?” John B asked with a wide smile, pouring her a red solo cup of watery beer before she could actually even ask for one.

Liz shrugged and tucked some stray hairs, flying loose in the ocean breeze, behind her ear. “Here and there. And I mean...nowhere, really.”

John B furrowed his brows and chuckled at her cryptic tone. “Okay, James Bond. Don’t tell me then.”

“Just work and stuff,” she continued, noncommittal, as she accepted the drink from his outstretched hand. “Mommy dearest hasn’t been in the best mood lately, either. Lots of fires to put out on the home front.”

“Ouch,” John B said, commisterating. “Well, are you staying on the pullout tonight? I think there’s a free spot. Pope’s staying at Kie’s, so…”

“Oh, I don’t know. It just um...depends. I’ll let you know later,” she said, looking down into her drink and taking a big gulp.

She wasn’t a drinker most nights, but she felt as though she might need a little bit more than she was used to. Still, the PBR burned warmly in her gut as it went down. She could almost hear JJ teasing her about being a lightweight. And she almost waited to actually hear him say it, but she knew he wouldn’t. She locked eyes with him for just a moment, but then a Touron girl came up for a drink, and Liz didn’t have his attention anymore.

Ready to service a new customer, John B brushed off Liz’s uncertainty and gave her a half-nod, along with some sort of affirmative grunt. Only Pope kept his inquisitive gaze on Liz. By the time he approached her carefully, she had taken a few steps back from the keg and begun to space out, watching the reverie. Some heavy rap song played, the majority of the people in attendance dancing their hearts out in the sand. But Liz stayed close to the shoreline, the water licking at the backs of her heels. She’d discarded her shoes the moment she jumped off her bike, leaving them in the small basket. Part of her worried about them getting stolen, but then she knew nobody would. They knew what her bike looked like, they knew who she was friends with. The Kooks did, at least. And it was far more likely she would steal from a Touron before a Touron ever stole from her. She was debating whether to go and sit by the bonfire, up near the dunes, when Pope came to stand beside her.

“Hey, so...what’s up with you?” he began hesitantly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, not meeting his eyes and taking another long sip. The beer was already almost gone.

Pope pursed his lips, then turned to face her fully and took on the stern tone of voice which always made Liz want to roll her eyes. “Did you and JJ have a fight or something? It seems like there’s some weird shit going on between the two of you. And you haven’t been around for weeks. Kie was worried sick last weekend when you skipped out on free crab legs.”

“I had stuff going on, Pope,” Liz replied easily.

“Can’t you just stop bullshitting me for one second?” Pope asked, eyebrows raised in frustration.

Licking her lips, Liz took a deep breath to compose herself and finally looked directly at Pope. “I had to work. My mom’s a fucking mess. I was exhausted, alright?”

“But it’s not just that,” Pope continued. He was approaching it almost as though it were a question of logic. As though he could solve everything if he only knew where the mistake in the problem was. “You and JJ are best friends, Liz. But you guys can’t even look at each other. What the hell happened?”

Nerves began to jitter right beneath Liz’s skin, making her itch. “Nothing happened, okay? Maybe I just need some time...for myself.”

Pope scoffed. Even on her worst day, the most Liz would do was hide out in the spare bedroom at the Chateau to take a breather. Never before had she willingly chose to stay at her own house instead of John B’s. Especially not since John B had finally become an emancipated minor the year before, and they no longer had to worry about Child Protective Services randomly showing up. Liz had always been so worried they would recognize her, and they would again start asking the questions they had asked just after her father died.

“Time for yourself?” Pope repeated, unconvinced.

She nodded. “Yeah. I went to the movies by myself on Sunday for the matinee. It was pretty great. They were doing an anniversary screening of Donnie Darko. Like any of you guys would’ve been into that. So there’s just one of many examples.”

For a moment, Pope had to agree. “That movie does make a mockery of time travel.”

“Exactly,” Liz exclaimed sardonically. She had watched the movie with Pope once. She remembered just how dissimilar their reviews of it had been.

“But you and I both know JJ would’ve loved that shit,” Pope said.

Jaw tightening, Liz let out a small, humorless laugh and turned back to the crowd. “No way. That movie doesn’t have a happy ending. JJ only wants a happy ending.”

Before Pope could muster up an argument (she was right, after all; JJ couldn’t stand a less-than-happy ending unless they were watching some ridiculous low-budget creature feature), Liz left to go receive a refill. Shaking his head, Pope decided to let the problem lie for the time being. He wanted to go find Kie. He fancied himself a good boyfriend, and figured she would need her hair held back sooner or later.

. . .

Buzzed but not drunk, Liz laughed loudly at something the Touron boy across from her had said. He was short and stocky brunette, with straight white teeth and a bland face. But he was nice enough, and he didn’t seem to care that she was a couple inches taller than him. Besides, they couldn’t tell the difference when sitting on a log next to the bonfire. She was three drinks in, and finally the nagging voice was exiting her mind. Her heart was quieting to a steady beat, and she felt warm and calm instead of shaky. Her bare knee touched the Touron boy’s leg, and she smiled at the contact, though she thought vaguely that she couldn’t remember his name.

It was a party though. It’s what the Pogues were always telling her before. She could let loose at a party, if she wanted. She could do without thinking, if she wanted. The uncertainty didn’t go entirely out the window, however, until she spotted JJ from across the fire again. He was dancing, like usual. With some tanned, blonde Touron girl. Her lips were bubblegum pink and she giggled girlishly. Liz knew she could never make herself giggle like that. Not at all. It wasn’t in her DNA. The warmth of the bonfire made her feel reckless, almost, as she saw the dimple appear on JJ’s cheek. He laughed at whatever the girl had whispered in his ear.

She saw flashes of him everywhere, even in places he wasn’t. Without as much access to Twinkie, she had been relegated to the bus as of late. There was only so far her bike could take her. The day had been hot and muggy, and she had opted to take the bus to the bank instead of biking over. She preferred not to be a sweaty, melting mess when she sat down and discussed her savings. The savings her mother didn’t seem to know about. Her nose had been buried in a worn copy of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. She’d been sitting on the searing metal bench waiting for the bus to arrive, when she glanced up and her gaze immediately landed on a shaggy blonde head of hair. For just a moment, her heart had done a twist. It looked so much like JJ. Until whoever it was turned around on their skateboard, and Liz had found some random Touron instead of her best friend.

At the time, she shrugged it off and kept up her alternating pattern of reading and obsessing over everything that could go wrong with her savings account. Later, though, when she’d been lying in bed with only the sound of cicadas to distract her, the vivid moment had come back to the forefront of her mind. There was something so visceral about the feeling she’d had. When she thought it was him. It left her wondering if she’d always felt so much for JJ, or if it was only because of what had happened this summer. She didn’t know. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember a time when just the sound of his name or the sight of his smile didn’t have her insides erupting with the flutter of butterflies.

The lucid shock hit her again when she saw him dancing. A skip in the beating of her heart and a wave of involuntary shivers rolling over her. But instead of being confused, this time it only made her angry. She could think of no other way to stop her feelings for him. Try as she might, she couldn’t erase them. A dull, throbbing irritation settled inside her when the intense moment of realization passed. She noticed how the Touron boy still droned on next to her, unaware of the deep waters of thought in which she swam. She felt bad for not being able to remember his name. He’d just told her so quickly, before he’d launched into some diatribe about his hockey team. Something with an A. Aaron? Adam? Alex? It was no use, she decided. She only tried her best to listen, blinking harshly to clear her eyes of their pensive glaze. The Touron boy eventually saw her change in demeanor. His words became filled with awkwards gaps of silence as he lost his train of thought, and his mouth slowly turned up at the corners in a small, almost endearing, grin.

“Would you wanna make out?” he asked.

She was taken slightly aback by the question. Of all the Pogues, she was the only one who had never hooked up with a Touron at or after a party. Pope had once stood alongside her in the lonely camp, until he’d gotten hot and heavy with some girl, just a few weeks before finally admitting his true feelings for Kie. Liz was just glad the secret was finally out between the two of them.

Biting at her lips again, she let her mind swirl with thoughts, with possibilities. He was attractive, sure. Whatever his name was. And he certainly wasn’t looking for a commitment. He wasn’t always going to be there, at the end of her day and in the back of her mind, as JJ was. Again, moments with him played like a home video behind her eyes. Tossing pennies in the Williams’s wishing well on her tenth birthday and creating a pseudo-rosé to drink with the Pogues last New Year’s. Her heart beating heavy and high as she woke up from a dream about him, where he found such complete happiness without her. She could almost see it happening, the way he was dancing with the Touron girl. And Liz knew there was no way in hell she was sleeping at the Chateau. JJ was bound to take the pretty blonde home at the end of the night. And he would be just another step farther away from her. Everywhere in her world; and now, nowhere at all.

She nodded. “Yes.”

And she pulled the Touron boy in gently with one hand on his cheek before he could initiate anything himself. He tasted of hard liquor and disillusionment.

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