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hum--hallelujah · 7 months

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actually we're going to talk about Folie more because it makes me frickin insane that the two songs that took lyrics from to you unfinished are Coffee's For Closers and w.a.m.s. and in both cases the words are twisted to make them so incredibly painful. because to you is basically to my reading a huge love letter to the band's through all their ups and downs, "all us believers still believe every time we sing "two more weeks'," "you put my head in such a flurry," "send my love, to everyone above" etc etc etc and then not only does CFC take "preaching electric to a microphone stand" and pair it with the words I will never believe in anything again, but w.a.m.s. pulls "worry worry you put my head in such a flurry/ freckle freckle what makes you so special" from the heart of a poem about a band that is also a family and then IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARD says I'm gonna leave you, I'm gonna teach you how we're all alone. everything about the spirit of to you unfinished is flipped on its head, recontextualized and handed back poisoned. Folie is almost a breakup album and What A Catch, Donnie sounds like a farewell going into a hiatus that no one knew if they'd come off of. the way to you unfinished fits in feels almost like the same sentiment behind I Don't Care, lyrics taken and twisted around and pointed back, extra sharp, extra venomous, without concern for the harm caused. Pete going down with the ship, maybe. my love and hate for you are infinite, etc etc etc. do you get what I'm saying here?? *shaking you* do you get it?!

#also ''what makes you so special'' compared with... everything about what a catch makes me INSANE #''i don't know much about classic cars but I've got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke'' 🤝 ''I've got a lot of friends who are stars #but some are just black holes''#ETC ETC ETC #there's SO much love and hate and lines blurring fr fr #and it's all framed around just like... terrible toxic relationships??? insane insane insane #sorry guys happy folie a deux Friday Saturday I'm going bonkers #she speaks!#fob #fall out boy #folie a deux #m

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torsamors · 9 months

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Fall Out Boy + Gold (fob + blue)

Songs: Saturday, Homesick at Space Camp, Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here), Snitches and Talkers Get Stitches and Walkers, This ain’t a Scene it’s a Goddamn Arms Race, Golden, W.A.M.S., Rat a Tat, Centuries, The Last of the Real Ones + Genius annotation on The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

Art + artists: Mark Rothko - Untitled, Max Kurzweil - Lady in Gold, Van Gogh - The Mulberry Tree, Canegallo Sexto - The Meeting, XuanWei Su - In Love, Zhiyong Jing - Untitled, Emily Kame Kngwarreye - Ceremony, Richard R. Powell

#fall out boy #pete if you see this: please release the moon and sun shirts they are so cute….#take this to your grave #infinity on high #folie a deux #from under the cork tree #mania #so much (for) stardust #pete wentz #patrick stump #parallels #**#i went back and forth on if i should include the title for shipped gold but decided against it to just do lyrics #love how rven tho stardust doesnt have a ‘gold’ lyric theres still. gold. yknow?#they almost didnt put kintsugi kid on the album but im SO glad they did its probably my fav

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weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral · 3 months

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Bob Dylan really feels like it belongs on mania. maybe not sound wise but in terms of lyrics and themes. oh boy. like it's the over the top expression of lust and obsession. I don't know if I can really call it love. heavens gate. church. last of the real ones. hold me tight or dont. They're not love songs they're obsession songs. songs when you're so throughly obsessed with someone that you'd wish they sneak you into heaven while you pray for them. Bob Dylan is when you're so thoroughly obsessed with a person you don't SEE them as a person anymore. they're a celebrity, a well loved one at that. someone who is so universally loved and adored. you need that person to obsess over you the same way a fan obsesses over Johnny Cash. you love them so much you need to be buried with them. you throw all your shame onto a billboard for everyone to see and beg to be loved like how everyone loves Bob Dylan. you want to feel worshiped and adored by this person. you want them to obsess over you just like how you obsess over them. and isn't this something we've heard before? you used to obsess over living-- but now you only obsess over them.

#sorry feeling mentally unwell about fall out boy tonight #im pretty sure bob dylan was written prehiatus so ik it would more fit folie.#but its release date coming a year after mania and mania being so full of obsessive songs. idk they just felt the same to me #CAUSE EVERYONE LOVES BOB DYLAN I JUST WANT YOU TO LOVE ME LIKE THAT!!! WOULD YOU BURY ME NEXT TO JOHNNY CASH #IM OBSESSED DO YOU LOVE ME LIKE THAT??????#fall out boy #fob #patrick stump #pete wentz #joe trohman #andy hurley #fall out boy is 4 lovers #me posts #mania

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the-desolated-quill · 9 days

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Man, I don’t know which is funnier. The fact that a $200 million musical Joker sequel exists or everyone in the YouTube comments section trying to convince themselves this isn’t the stupidest idea ever.

What a pretentious load of drivel. 🤣

#joker: folie à deux #anti dc #anti warner bros #you gotta love that lady gaga isn’t even attempting to do a Brooklyn accent #honestly even without the jukebox musical aspect this is everything I would hate about a joker sequel #a joker Harley romance played entirely straight #can’t wait 🙄😒

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carefulfears · 10 months

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okay i just watched folie a deux and now I'm thinking about the subtle nuanced way vince giligan deals with the msr relationship through the psychological horror of his scripts (particularly pusher, paper hearts, folie a deux, even bad blood though it's portrayed through a different tone) bc like....their relationship IS kind of a psychological horror show of shared madness, and folie a deux illustrates that the most blatantly and kind of is the culmination of that idea. that's why the "one in five billion" confession isn't even romantic in the traditional sense, it's this horrible soul-bearing wound-exposing thing that neither of them knows what to do with, bc facing the implications of it is just...too much. a madness of two!!

"this horrible soul-bearing wound-exposing thing that neither of them knows what to do with" !!!!

you worded this so well, and that's what's so heavy about vince episodes; especially in season 5, which carries this theme throughout.

folie a deux is a scary episode, and it has nothing to do with the bug monster. it's the isolation, the effects of not being able to trust what you see, the danger of a spooky reputation.

it reminds me of her face here, when he says his famous line. unlike redux, fight the future, amor fati, and other times when he’s being open and appreciative of her, she doesn’t cry. she doesn’t smile. there’s something solemn, and wary to it.

out of five billion people in the world, he has one that would believe him, even if his life depended on it. he has one that would listen to him. he has one that would care if he ever made it out of this hospital, enough to come back for him later. and it’s her, who nearly died of cancer earlier that year.

there’s fear in being needed, there’s grief in being starbuck.

i love your point about vince episodes utilizing psychological horror, and it makes me think of the end of paper hearts.

paper hearts is my favorite episode of the series, but also arguably the darkest, and it really serves to ground the characters in a way. it doesn’t get more brutal, for mulder, than 16 dead little girls. it doesn’t get more human, than digging for bones in the dirt.

in conduit, when he unearthed a body that might have been a missing teenager’s, she implored him to stop with protocol and reason. in oubliette, when he gave CPR to a cold kidnapping victim, she begged and tried to grab him. in paper hearts, she hears “help me,” and she digs with her bare hands.

in the end, their tones are so different. he gives her that smile and a hug (the same thing he did to try to convince his mother he was okay, earlier in the episode).

and she stares at the floor. she calmly strokes his hair, holds him. he hurts so much, for so long, and he has one person who knows it. “death’s best girl.”

and isn’t that a kind of shared madness, in itself? the things that control your lives and give you direction, not mattering or existing to anyone outside of that office?

his pain is real to her. samantha’s loss is real to her. they don’t know it yet, but what samantha suffered is closer to scully’s own experience than they had imagined. she is more entwined and enmeshed with this journey than she thinks.

“folie a deux” might be romance to some, but it isn’t to them. “you’re my one in five billion” might sweep some off their feet, but it doesn’t to them. it’s scary, and it’s painful.

the episode doesn’t end with her saving him through her own position. scully sees the monster, she joins him in delusion, and only then is he permitted safety.

it ends on the elevator, going down side-by-side, neither of them ever meeting the other's eye.

like you said, there are some things that are just too much to face.

#asks #thank you for sharing!! i loved thinking on this #i hope you’re enjoying your watch #folie a deux #paper hearts

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fleckficgirl · 1 year

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Arthur Under the Mistletoe 🎄

Summary: You throw a party on Christmas Eve that doesn’t go as planned...but in the very best of ways. Extremely fluffy oneshot and the title speaks for itself :)

Warnings: mental illness

Word Count: 2087

Notes: I was inspired by @jokerownsmysoul‘s recent post about who she’d kiss under the mistletoe. Obviously, I’m choosing Arthur Fleck as well! Be sure to listen along to the Christmas album hyperlinked in the story, too. Hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

“This is a disaster!” you wailed. “Why did I think anyone would ever come to my party?”

Your tear-filled eyes finally overflowed and you buried your face in your hands.

You realized what a sight you must be: young woman in a sparkly pink party dress and white heels, sitting in her own empty apartment, crying unconsolably...and on Christmas Eve, no less.

Throwing this party was an idea you’d discussed with your therapist a couple weeks prior. You hadn’t thrown a party since childhood, but the idea had sparked your imagination. Deciding you were going to be more outgoing and invite people over for the first time since you moved to Gotham six months ago had gotten your creative juices flowing.

You'd invited everyone on the eighth floor, including some of the neighbors downstairs you'd chatted with a couple of times. Now you laughed ruefully at yourself for having gotten so excited about decorating the apartment, planning a menu, music and games....only to be stood up by everyone at your own party.

This gathering was supposed to make you feel less alone. But now you felt more lonely than ever.

You glanced around your festive living room and kitchen. You’d decorated the walls with Christmas garland. A Jolly Christmas from Frank Sinatra was playing on the record player. A full bowl of punch sat in a large, untouched crystal bowl on the coffee table, along with cookies, cake, chips and finger sandwiches.

And mistletoe. You’d bought mistletoe and placed it over the front door. You’d also gotten dressed up and put makeup on (which wasn’t the easiest thing to do when dealing with depression). But the party had been set to start at seven and it was now a quarter past eight. The writing was on the wall: no one was coming.

You stood up from the sofa, figuring it was time to start cleaning up. Dejectedly, you made your way over to the record player and turned it off, knowing the joyful, nostalgic tunes would only depress you further.

A small knock at the door made you jump out of your skin. You froze. Had you actually heard that, or was it your imagination? Afraid of what might be on the other side, you tiptoed to the door and peered through the peephole.

Was that....Arthur Fleck? From 8J down the hall?

You'd run into him a couple of times in the elevator, but only spoken once, during the garbage strike earlier that year. He was shy and sweet. And beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that you’d gotten completely tongue tied around him...had found yourself blathering some incoherent nonsense about how pretending that the streets smelled like pine needles - your favorite scent - was the only thing keeping you sane through the strike.

Deep in the back of your mind you'd hoped he would show up tonight. You wiped the tears from your eyes - not wanting him to see you see you upset - and opened the door.

The sight of him now almost made your heart leap into your throat, and you had to remind yourself to breathe. Arthur was wearing a crisp blue cardigan, and his beautiful brown hair was combed back in loose curls. He’d dressed up for the party and looked even more handsome than you’d remembered.

“Hi, Arthur,” you squeaked.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” Arthur held up a small wrapped gift with a bow on it. “Sorry I’m late. I had a gig that ended at seven and raced back over here to change first.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you replied, letting him inside. “You’re...actually the only one who showed up.”

Arthur stepped into your living room and spun around, surprised. “I’m the only one here?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, trying not to break into tears again. “So if you don’t wanna stick around, I understand.”

“But everything looks so beautiful.” Arthur pointed at the garland on the walls. “And you look...especially nice tonight.” He stepped over to the record player. “I love this album. Do you mind if I put it on?”

You sniffed. “Wait...you mean...you wanna stay?”

“Only if you don’t mind having me.”

You shook your head. You were still reeling with disappointment - this wasn’t at all the party you’d imagined - but you were grateful that at least one person had showed up. Even more grateful that that person was Arthur.

“Please stay,” you responded, a small smile spreading over your face. “I’d love it if you stayed.”

Arthur beamed and turned the record player back on.

“Can I get you some punch?” you offered, moving towards the coffee table.

“Sure!” His eyes lit up, almost glittering. “Except, if it has alcohol in it I really shouldn't mix that with my medications...”

“Nope, alcohol-free,” you smiled as you poured him a glass. “And feel free to help yourself to any of the snacks.”

Arthur took the glass from you and sat next to you on the sofa. “What made you want to throw a Christmas party?”

“Well,” you mulled the question over. “I've been feeling kinda down...kinda lonely. I have some...problems with depression.”

“I know what that feels like,” Arthur said. “To feel lonely, I mean. And sad.”

“I can get extra sad around the holidays,” you continued. “And I couldn’t fly home to see my family this year. So I thought...maybe I could invite people over. Maybe I’m not the only one who has a hard time at Christmas.”

"Well I’m glad you threw the party. And I'm really glad you invited me,” Arthur smiled, shyly placing his hand over yours. "When I got your invitation, I knew there was no way I'd miss it.”

“Well, I’m sorry it’s not much of a party,” you lamented. “I guess it's official: all my neighbors hate me. Except you.”

“They don't hate you,” Arthur countered. “They probably just had other plans.”

You paused, taking a thoughtful sip of punch. “You're right,” you nodded. “That's black and white thinking. My therapist tells me I tend to do that. Just because they didn't show up tonight doesn't mean they hate me.”

“You see a therapist?” Arthur cocked his head to one side. “So do I. But all she ever asks me is if I’ve been having any negative thoughts.”

“All I have are negative thoughts!” you joked. Arthur laughed.

“Do you want to open your gift?” he asked. “You don’t have to,” he added quickly. “I read in an etiquette book I got from the library that you're not supposed to open gifts in front of other guests at a party.”

“Well, seeing as how there are no other guests!” you quipped before pausing to raise a sly eyebrow at him. “You checked an etiquette book out from the library?”

“Yeah,” Arthur smoothed back his hair self-consciously. “Well...a party etiquette book. The truth is, I've never been invited to a Christmas party before. Or any parties, really. I wanted to make sure I didn't mess anything up.”

Giddy at the thought of him sweetly taking the time to research how to behave at your party, you pulled his small gift off the coffee table and held it in both hands. The wrapping was a candy cane pattern and the bow was a simple green shiny ribbon. In that moment you felt that you'd never seen anything so beautiful in your life.

“You wrapped this yourself?”

“Yeah,” he replied sheepishly. “I’m not that good at wrapping, but...I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” you blurted.

“You don’t even know what it is yet!” Arthur laughed.

Carefully, you peeled away the scotch tape on the side and tore back the wrapping to reveal a small, green candle. Snow-Covered Pines, the label read.

“I remembered that one time you and I talked in the elevator. You said you liked the scent. Anyway, I saw it at the drugstore and...I thought of you.”

“You remembered that?” Your heart fluttered, feeling embarrassed by the memory all over again, but also touched. “Thank you, Arthur. I love it so much.”

Arthur was an extremely easy person to talk to. Conversation with others wasn’t something that always came naturally to you, but with him it felt effortless. The next time you glanced back up at the clock, you were shocked to see it was almost ten.

“Should I put on another record?” Arthur offered as the last song on the Frank Sinatra album spun to an end.

“Sure!”

Arthur stood up. “You have all the greats here,” he hummed as he mused over your record collection. He selected Nat King Cole’s Christmas album, carefully placing the record onto the turntable before sliding Frank's back into its sleeve.

“This is my favorite Christmas song!” you clasped your hand to your chest as the familiar notes of the first song poured over your ears.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...

“Mine too,” Arthur paused, looking shy.

“We have a lot in common, Arthur,” you beamed.

“Did you...did you want to dance?” he asked in a soft voice. “With me?”

You felt your heart start to pound again. “Yes...” you answered. “Except I’m really bad at it. I might step on your feet.”

“Well,” Arthur said. “There’s no one here to see you be bad at it. Except me.”

He extended his hand and helped you up off the sofa, pulling you in close as you moved around your living room together.

“Wow, Arthur,” you murmured after a moment, surprised at the grace in his movements. “You’re a really good dancer.”

“I know,” he said with mock overconfidence. You laughed and swatted his shoulder. He dipped you. The song ended, but he didn’t let you go. You never wanted him to, wishing this night - the same evening you’d been so eager to forget just a couple hours earlier - would never come to an end.

“Hey,” Arthur hummed softly after you’d danced a few more songs. “I'm having a great time...but I should really get back to my mother. I’ve gotta help her get ready for bed.”

You paused, disappointed to see him go, but more than happy that things had turned out exactly as they had tonight.

“I had a really wonderful evening, Y/N. I'm glad I got the chance to talk to you.”

“Me too,” you replied. “If everyone else had shown up, I don't know if you and I would have gotten to talk as much as we did.”

You walked Arthur to the front door. He stopped and turned to face you once more. You paused before moving to open the door for him.

“Hey, Arthur,” you said in a small voice. “It looks like we're standing under the mistletoe.”

Arthur blinked and looked up. "Oh," he swallowed, a blush spreading across his face.

“Did your book say what people are supposed to do when they’re under the mistletoe together?”

Arthur nodded, throwing his eyes to the floor. “Yeah," he said, “they’re supposed to kiss each other.”

“Are you gonna kiss me, Arthur?”

“I'd like to...” he hummed. “But only...only if you want me to.”

“I want you to."

He was shy at first, trembling slightly as he brought his lips to yours. But once you were united in the embrace, the both of you seemed to relax. His arms wrapped around you, his hand moving to delicately cup the side of your face. Arthur’s lips were even softer than you had fantasized. His skin was warm, his cologne flooded your senses.

“Merry Christmas, Arthur,” you blushed as the two of you came apart. Your mind was spinning and you felt weak in the knees.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” His eyes were closed, slowly fluttering open as he took your hands into his.

"Maybe....maybe after your mom goes to bed, you could come back and...we could watch The Murray Franklin Show on TV together."

Arthur stared back at you. “You watch the Murray Franklin show?” he asked, eyes wide and incredulous. “I’ve been watching him for years.”

“So have I. It's his Christmas special tonight, you know.”

“I’d love to watch the holiday special with you.” Arthur’s eyes sparkled. "I'll come back after I finish up at home and we can watch it together.”

You opened the door for him, lingering in the doorway as he stepped into the hall.

"Oh, and...Arthur?"

"Yes?" he paused, turning to face you.

“Thank you.”

Arthur smiled. "What for?"

"For making my Christmas so special."

Notes: Wishing you a safe & happy holiday season. Thanks so much for reading ❤️❤️

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pendraegon · 10 months

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didnt want to attach this to my response to the anon bc it revolves around entirely different matters but some of u may think the fobposting is a recent thing but like. i was out here fighting in the mania trenches in 2018. i was there fighting in the folie trenches in 2009. i got into several physical arguments ABOUT folie in real life throughout my lifetime. i was arguing on forums in like 2008 i know my foblore. i know TOO much foblore in fact.

#i know so little about celebrities EXCEPT for this silly little mega famous band from chicago.#ive legit been a fan since corktree dropped dude you think i DONT know what goes on with these midwestern men?#again if u dont like it just unfollow or block im not gonna shut up about it anytime soon.#this is tumblr. a website. i literally do noooootttttttt care if u decide to leave bc of what im talking about on here.#btw if ur wondering i am a mania and folie warrior i fucking LOVE mania. best fucking album ever made and encapsulates #being bipolar soooo well it’s insane.

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