#i wasted so much money on my old guitar

[maranull]

i should not had gotten into lyres

they are so fucking pretty, i wanna buy all of them

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAA #don't mind me #i got a cheap one and now i'm obsessed #and the sound is just what i like from solo instruments #maaaaaaan #i wasted so much money on my old guitar #that thing wasn't for me #these tiny ass lyres are #personal #also i'm weirdly feeling confident that this is gonna be something that i won't drop #like so many other things i start #this time it's gonna work and imma play music and that little voice in my head can go cry about it #hmm hmm

[beeandheroddobsessions]

You Stop My Heart (pt.1)

Pairing: Elvis x Black! Reader

Summary: Y/N L/N age 19, manages to make her way onto the louisiana hayride. Elvis Isn’t the only one who can cause a visceral reaction in the crowd. When he sees her, his heart stops.

Warnings: In future chapters, there will be heavy talk of race issues. Anxiety? 50s!Elvis (yes, i do consider that a warning). Nothing really in this chapeter.

A/N: Y’all don’t even know how im about to drag you through the weeds with this series! Happy reading!

Part 2

November 6, 1954

Nervous isn't the right word to describe how you're feeling right now; your heart is in your ass. It all started as a silly joke between you and your friend Mackenzie, who you dubbed 'Sister Mack' or sometimes just 'Mack.' Sister Mack and her family were the only white people that gave you the time of day.

You had been singing since you could form words. Everyone in the neighborhood was sure to let you know you had the loveliest voice around, and your mama had always been so supportive. She'd encourage you to sing to your heart's content. That's how you met Mack, around fifteen or so. She said she'd never heard someone sound so good.

Mack played the guitar and would often join you whenever you sang, adding an alluring melody to your vocals.

When she introduced you to her family, they were more accepting than you would've thought. 'Ma and pop' treated you like one of their own and supported you just as much as your folks.

Her brother, Greg, a tall, twenty-two-year-old, rambunctious man with fluffy brown hair and striking green eyes, had a love for percussion that you couldn't even begin to understand. He had no rhythm; half the time, he was just making noise on that drumset. Bless him. Eventually, you taught him how to play in time. That's when he joined you and Mack.

Valerie and Angel were Mack's older sisters. A sweet set of twins who absolutely adored you. They were great at harmonizing and loved the style of music you introduced them to. Over the next four years, the five of you managed to make it onto a local radio station. You wanted a heftier challenge though.

So here you all sit, about to shit yourselves. What you were about to do hasn't been done before. A black woman, or any black person for that matter, in a place like this? Unheard of. The strings your and Mack's family had to pull to get your name on the list were the only reason you hadn't hightailed it out of there.

Would you be throttled off the stage? Arrested? You didn't have a clue, but this was your only chance to advance in this business. All the money (and begging) spent to get to this point wouldn't go to waste.

"You guys ready?" Mack asks, "Sister Mack, I-I feel like I'm gon' drop. I-Is it hot in here? I'm burnin' up." You stammer out. She lets out a nervous chuckle, "It's just nerves, Y/N. We're gon' do fine." You nod your head in an attempt to convince yourself that she's right. You had gained a spot on the Louisiana Hayride, now was not the time to get cold feet.

Before your act, there was another. Some white boy in a suit that looked about two times too large; he wore eyeliner, and his hair had been slicked to perfection, save for the few strands that fell in his face. The thin layer of sweat that adorned his browbone and his heavy breathing let you know that he, too, was scared shitless.

The host introduced him as Elvis Presley. This 'Presley' boy expressed gratitude for being here with a painful stutter and a wavering voice. A few snide remarks are made, followed by chuckles here and there. You look away, disinterested, thinking he would be another country singer. You couldn't be more wrong. He starts playing; the song begins slow, his voice low and bouncy. "Oh baby, baby, baby..." You're uninterested again, just like that. But then the tempo shifts to something more upbeat.

You sit up a bit, brows raising and eyes widening as he bellows out, "Well... you may go to college, you may go to school, you may have a pink Cadillac, but don't you be nobody's fool." You don't even hear the rest; all you see is a man wiggling his hips in a way that sets a warm feeling deep in your belly. It feels wrong. Traditionally, people stay seated at these shows, not while he's up there. Women left and right pop up out of their seats, shamelessly forgetting about their boyfriends. Screams start as one and become many, soon filling the room.

His movements are nothing new to you, but his charisma sure is. You look on in amazement. The man in front of you makes your heart flutter, and as you look a little closer, you realize he's just so pretty. You wonder if he'd think the same of you. "Fat chance," You mumble out. Greg, somehow, hears you, "What do ya mean, Y/N?"

You don't want him to know you've been ogling too, "uh...how are we s'posed to top that? It's just a fat chance, is all." Val speaks up, "It ain't a competition, Y/N. Show a lil' gumption, and all eyes will be on you."

You shake your head with a smile, "I don't think gumption will save me this time, Val." Mack chimes in, "worked for that white boy, didn't it?" This makes you laugh, "fair enough, Mack, fair enough." Soon, Elvis finishes his set; he and his crew exit the stage. As they make their way back, he glances at you, eyes widening just a hair.

You don't even notice, too focused on battling your nerves. The host speaks up again, "Woo! Quite a show, huh, ladies? Alright, Well...next, we've got Y/N L/N and the Sound Of The South!"

The first to walk on is Greg, then sister Mack, then Val and Angel. Lastly, you grace the stage. It gets so quiet you could hear a pin drop. As you look out over the crowd, you see a mix of confusion, interest, and disgust. You don't let it phase you. You step up to the mic and take a deep breath.

Alright, here we go.

Taglist: @dumpsterhippie @tacozebra051 @prayerstopresley @pennyroyalcreep @18lkpeters @misspresley @waiting4brucewayne2adoptme @dkayfixates @powerofelvis @presleyenterprise

#beeandheroddobsessions #50s elvis x reader #elvis x black reader #elvis presley x reader #black writers #black reader #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis fic #elvis imagine #elvis 2022 #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader

[plantsarepeopletoo]

Only Friends Music Ep4 (part 2/2)

Part one covers the first half of Ep4, or you can find other episodes on my pinned comment.

This is a series of posts taking a closer look at the music of Only Friends. Reminder, Playing with the music is like body language, it moves with the conversation. Verbal says something either through lyrics or something like a song title.

This is a long one, but if your curious about Sand and Ray, they're the first and two last songs. The middle ones are Top, Mew, and Nick.

[2/4 cont.]

Song: Almost The Same by Peter Crosby Scene: Ray and Sand in guitar store Type: Vocal

Lyrics heard in the show:

Stay in at home Turn off the phone I will listen to you You’ll lay in the sheets You’ll hold on to me Like I’m already gone

Lyrics continue, not in the show:

And whisper your words Like secrets written in an old mole skin And look up above Sunlight seems like it is gonna break in Something ain’t right Yeah, something ain’t right Oh, something ain’t right Something ain’t right You’ll straighten my shirt Wearing the skirt That my mother gave to you I come up behind ya And kiss on the side of your neck [a few or if you] Turn off the lights The stars in the sky are turning so clear And without the words Your feelings unheard can be just as sincere (Chorus) Walk in the leaves Under the trees With your tennis shoes on And holding my hand to spin you around And I sing you a song Taking a breath Like taking yourself to the hospital And I feel ok Almost the same But I know I’m not healed Something ain’t right

Before the song, Ray reaches out, trying to fix things. His first few tries are horrible failures, he doesn’t know how to behave with Sand. He’s used to people accepting his money or berating him, not expecting much from him. When Sand admits that it hurt to be thrown away, Ray finally realizes he needs to repeat to Sand that he does care, like he did in the parking lot earlier, “I do care about your feelings, that’s why I’m here.” Sand sees that Ray has been trying in his own way to make up for leaving the night before, and Ray is open and absorbs Sand's criticism, that Ray shouldn't drag him around and then throw him away as you see fit, people have feelings.

But they have not actually addressed the root problems, Mew and their own fears and baggage. The only way they’ll truly understand each other is to talk, which they have finally started to do. Sand went from denying feeling anything to admitting he was hurt. While Ray started to listen to what Sand was wanting from him.

They still know this relationship is not quite right though, and the song here reflects the underlying problems woven through their pretending to be okay. Song ends “You hold onto me like I’m already gone” and the scene changes to the record store.

Song: Acrobat by Martin Hall Scene: Sand and Ray looking through albums at the record store Type: Vocal

Lyrics heard in show:

There's nothing wrong with that Tripping, yeah, we all lose track I wouldn't mind it, if I find it There's nothing wrong with that Don't have to be an acrobat I wouldn't mind it, should I find it? All my life It's been up and down but always comes back to you Didn't ask for any favors It seems too late Love is strong but some things you don't wanna pass on Didn't ask for any favors You don't know me The way that I know you Tell me what you like Please tell me what you like There's nothing wrong with that

Lyrics not in Show:

Tripping, yeah, we all lose track I wouldn't mind it, if I find it There's nothing wrong with that Don't have to be an acrobat I wouldn't mind it, should I find it? Oh Father, please come to my rescue I was caught up in your landscape Oh, please tell me Now what am I supposed to do? I was caught up in your landscape … So that's how it's gonna be There'll be no more second chances So that's how it's gonna be There'll be no more second chances We let it all go to waste (we let it all go) x3

The lyrics included in the show seem to talk about how to find the right path, we don’t have to be pushing beyond ourselves and into impossible feats. An acrobat does amazing feats to get from one place to another, gracefully flipping through the air. Ray is so stuck in the past that he feels like there are these huge gaps that he needs to be an acrobat to get out of the “landscape” he’s stuck in. We see this in his acrobatic efforts to make Sand happy by offering to buy his time, or a guitar, or asking Sand to scold him. He’s trying to be an acrobat by worrying about all the bands he doesn’t know. Sand is telling Ray he doesn't need to do the impossible, he just needs to steadily move towards the right path, and he can learn one band at a time, if he wants. Sand is also stuck in his landscape, doing the impossible with his 24 hours to get enough money to pay his mom’s debt, his schooling, and saving for the future.

Music and lyrics start as Sand answers Ray’s question about what bands he likes to listen to, and continues to play under their conversation. Given Ray and Sands previous bonding over the music in Ray’s home, it’s quite possible Ray took him there for the purpose of finding mutual ground, and Ray’s face as he tries to get to know Sand through music, and discovers he doesn’t recognize the bands Sand lists, highlight the differences between them in so many aspects of their lives. Ray is there on that day as a part of Sand’s world, and even though he is very much out of his depth in nearly every place they go he is trying his best to connect with the parts of Sand’s world he doesn’t understand. They may have been stuck in places they did not choose for themselves, but they are beginning to make their way towards a shared path which may end up being better for both of them

There's nothing wrong with that Tripping, yeah, we all lose track I wouldn't mind it, if I find it There's nothing wrong with that Don't have to be an acrobat I wouldn't mind it, should I find it?

Ray wants to find his way in life again, and seems to be willing to grow and change for Sand. Again, he doesn’t need to be an acrobat, simply realizing he has more to offer than money is a good start.

You don't know me The way that I know you Tell me what you like Please tell me what you like

Sand says that Ray only listens to the songs that his parents listened to, that “Try to open your mind and listen to new bands”. Ray uses music to process his emotions, and Sand giving him new music to listen to might give him a new way of looking at the world.

Song: Gonna Get You by Camelian Glade Scene: Boston and Top in the elevator Type: Vocal, Playful

Song starts with Boston catching the elevator Top is on. It pauses for a while until Boston puts his hand on Top’s shoulder to push him into the wall. This song highlights Boston’s predatory and possessive nature. When Top pushes him off Boston is hurt and falls back to reminding Top that Ray and Mew are messing with his head. Top pushes back “You just can’t stand the fact that I don’t want you any more.” Which hits the nail on the head, just Top is seeing it too late. The damage is done. The only lyrics, “Gonna get you now” play when the doors open and Boston storms out.

Song: Told Ya by Ballpoint Scene: Nick goes through Boston’s phone Type: Background, Vocal

Song is used in a very similar to Gonna Get You. Only words being “told ya” and it has a sense of urgency. But also the styles being similar highlight Boston and Nick’s motivations here. They’re both doing things out of obsession, hurt, and possessiveness. They’re both trying to get what they want, and playing a spy game. Boston using misinformation and sex, Nick using information and sex.

[3/4]

Song: He Closes In Nylonia Scene: Top and Sand fight Type: Playful Drums start when Top turns and sees Sand. At first Top is concerned but when he sees Sand he changes completely. Pauses for a moment, but comes back quieter as Top starts to blame Sand for the accident. It slowly builds throughout the verbal fight until we finally get to the punches. Once Nick stops the fight it repeats a note and a drum beat and finally stops as Top gets into the car to drive away.

Song: He closes in (again) Scene: End of nick and Sand scene Type: Playful After Sand says “Top stole my Ex.” the ‘war drums’ from He Closes In start, the same song that played during Top and Sand’s fight.

Song: What You Can't Take Back by Clarence Reed Scene: Ray apologizes to Mew for the kiss Type: vocal Mostly just want to point out the song title. Ray apologizes for kissing Mew, saying it was wrong to do to Mew or anyone else. That he should have asked permission first. Ends after Mew tells him to forget it.

Song: In the Danger Zone by Marten Moses Scene: Mew and Top talk Ray liking Mew Type: vocal Same song that played in the flashback when Mew was looking for Ray in his house. Starts with Top being angry and upset while getting his wound treated by Mew. Pauses when Mew tells Top about the kiss, restarting after Top says “Just a kiss? Nothing else happened?” It stops when Top relents and apologizes.

[4/4]

Song: You Don’t Know by Psüche Scene: Top and Mew make out Type: Vocal

Lyrics in show:

Anyway you want me (x3) Anyway you want me - is good enough for me…(x2) You don't even have to love me - I'm a hypocrite… Lyrics not in show: And the sun shines down upon your face - it's all for you But you don't know Come and let me lose you - can't stop me, no… I never meant to choose you - a secret glow… And the sun shines down upon your face - it's all for you And I would travel to the end of space - to be with you But you don't know But you don't know But you don't know But you don't know

“You don’t even have to love me” plays for the first time as Mew slips his hand into Top’s pants. The song seems to highlight the depth of both characters' feelings, while also emphasizing the lack of trust and truth between them. They’re both moving forward based on Mew’s checklist because of mutual attraction. They want to be together but lack of communication has left them working off false versions of each other. They still WANT each other a lot but…the falseness that permeates through their relationship is reflected in these lyrics

Song: With You It's Different by Blue Topaz  Scene: Top and Mew in the shower, it’s different with Mew Type: Vocal

Soft guitar under Top asking Mew if it was ok, and Top saying “I can’t remember the last time I cared about the feelings of someone I slept with” Ends after Mew asks for clarification. 

Song: Wrote You a Letter (feat. Cody Francis) Candelion Scene: Ray thinks about getting the keychain from Mew Type: Vocal

Lyrics in show:

In a way that's how it's supposed to be If I'm unable to make you happy Then it's for the better That you are not with me Hmm hmm That's why I Wrote you a letter Cuz you see I write so much better than I speak It's hard to get over You chose someone else Your new best friend It doesn't feel like it was long ago..

Full lyrics:

Hey I heard you got a new best friend Yea It's a bit I won't pretend that it doesn't matter That you're with someone else Hmm In a way that's how it's supposed to be If I'm unable to make you happy Then it's for the better That you are not with me Hmm hmm That's why I Wrote you a letter Cuz you see I write so much better than I speak And I need to tell you You were My best friend Till the end I hope I'll be happy without you But right now I don't know what to do It's hard to get over You chose someone else Your new best friend It doesn't feel like it was long ago We were head over heels in love, thought it'll last forever But somehow we got lost Looking back I didn't realize What was wrong with me I can't deny I took you for granted You finally had enough Hmm hmm (Chorus x2)

Music starts as Ray is in the bath, sad and drinking, but it’s a cleansing bath. He’s staring at the keychain Mew bought for him and after a few moments the scene shifts to a flashback. Mew gives Ray a keychain and explains that he bought it to remind Ray of his name. Ray shouldn’t be sad, he’s a Ray of sunshine! Mew’s advice is always how Mew wants things to be and not based on what actually is needed. Calling back to the pool party in EP3 and the song We Will Never Die. Mew’s advice was accompanied by the lyric “On an island in the shade, the city is on fire”. Mew is on an island in the shade and Ray is in a city on fire. Mental illness isn’t something easily fixed, and Ray continues to self medicate and yearn for connection after receiving the keychain from Mew. The lyrics start after Mew says “You shouldn’t be sad, friend” Ray asks Mew “Don’t you think I’m too hot for people to handle?” Mew brushes this off with “Lots of people like hotness”. It might have been said in a place of love, but it isn’t what Ray needed. Despite this, Ray's love for Mew has been his lifeline for the last two years, a person who will come to him in great need, but will hold him at arm's length any other time. In the present, Ray reflects “Mew is my emergency contact, and I always thought I was his too. But right now, I don’t think I’m that important to him anymore.” and then the lyrics “It’s hard to get over, You chose someone else, your new best friend.” play as the camera pans to the Poor Boy shirt. Ray might finally accept that he’s not Mew’s choice, but Mew might be happy with someone else. And Ray wants to be that special person to someone, so he needs to actively let go of Mew. He was slowly letting go before, realizing how good it felt to have someone to be there, to talk to, and how different it feels from Mew’s love. Mew is still obviously important to him, but Mew doesn’t want Ray to be his savior, just a typical friend.

Song: Our เรา by Selina and Sirinya Scene: Continuing the record store date, Sand and Ray are listening to a record. Type: Vocal

Lyrics in show:

If this place was the only place that has starlight If this place was the only place that has moonshine If this place was the only place that has the sky and the blue sea And there is no one nearby If this place was the only place that has you If this place was the only place that has a cool breeze If this place was the only place that trees and a clear stream Lyrics continued not in the show: And there is nothing nearby. There is only us and a cool breeze (x4)

So far, Our is one of the few songs (so far) that is translated on screen, and they even pause the music as they take off their headphones. In the pause Ray says “The song makes me wanna fly to Chiang Mai and sip beer right now.” Sand responds “And set up a tent?” Ray responds “I like, na” leaving it open ended what he’s talking about. Be it the imagery, the song, or Sand.

The song is about an empty place with your significant other, a place where the stars and moon shine and the breeze is cool. Some place where only we exist without any outside stress or worries. It’s a place that is cooling and healing, which is what Ray needs. Ray can be hot there, and the cool breezes will heal him.

In Sand and Ray’s imaginary trip to Chiang Mai with this song, it gives Ray a direct comparison with the trip 2 years ago with Mew. That time he was told “Lots of people like hotness” while he was a burning city, however, this time he has a cool breeze and someone to hold hands with, someplace that is only theirs.

The song ends before they finally go beyond the “what if” stage, before there is only us. Leaving them with meaningful glances, ambiguous words and holding hands. It’s not quite right, they have not quite made the final step, but they have started to move from their cycle.

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Thank you @rocketturtle4 and @shouldiusemyname for editing and helping me, especially with acrobat.

Here's a link to my pinned comment to see other episodes. Thank you for reading

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #only friends music #only friends ost #Plant's OFTS Music #only friends meta

[kurumeki]

This will be long and personal, so you can feel free to scroll past it.

Good things of 2023:

Grandmother’s 80th birthday; we had a celebration in a restaurant with family and her friends. Almost 50 people!

Morrie’s live stream Flesh Odyssey at his birthday (4th March)

My best friend @vinidra visited in March and I remember getting wasted and listening to Black Sabbath and Def Leppard till 3am. And watching that one 1989 Aerosmith live! Wasn’t there Dir en grey stream on GALACAA? I think we got access from a friend and watched that too.

On April 1st Morrie’s fan club Reveries opened on BitFan application – with foreign fans finally being able to join. It is a pricey affair, but the consistency and amount of content he brings every single day is so worth it. I love being a Reverie and having near direct contact with Morrie and the fans. So grateful for this community.

Right after Easter, on April 12th, we got BUCK-TICK’s new album. No one would predict it would be the last release before Sakurai passing away… It’s a solid record and ワルキューレの騎行 will forever be one of my favourite songs.

April was such a good month for me – on 18th I got the news I got promoted to a team leader. So, following a big raise for 2022 performance, I got another big raise with role change. Feeling like I’m finally getting the money I deserve for my hard work. The role is difficult and very challenging, but also satisfying and I enjoy what I do. It helped me a lot with improving my communication skills, standing up for myself and feeling confident with my decisions.

End of April was my friend Karin visiting, we went to Metallica symphonic concert in philharmonic and had amazing time overall during the long May weekend.

In May I came out to my co-workers and I was met with so much support I’m still overwhelmed. Being able to feel like I can be 100% myself at work is amazing. You don’t realise you need it until you get this freedom.

May 23rd was Boris live in Warsaw. I reconnected with an old friend and had amazing time with him during the gig. The show itself was everything I ever wanted from Boris – perfectly heavy and fast. Being front row surely contributed to that. My mission was to wait for the band after the show and talk to Atsuo and I succeeded! Got a picture with the band ant all. All possible thanks to a mutual friend of the band and mine.

May 31st – Def Leppard and Motley Crue in Krakow! Again hanging out with @vinidra and his friend. The show… let’s say Motley Crue was meh, though visual and female dancers were incredible. But Def Leppard was there to save the night, it was incredible and I had so so so much fun! Can’t wait to see them again live.

In June I visited Karin in Krynica Morska. It’s a very thin piece of land with sea at one side and huge lake on the other. I loved the beach walks there and hearing the waves at night, when falling asleep.

Also in June my close friend had a major surgery. So brave of her to decide to undergo it and I’m even more happy that she’s made steady recovery, now having no regrets.

June 20th was the day Josh Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet came out! I’m always happy learning that musicians I love are just as queer as me.

And by end of June DEAD END has re-issued all four albums from 80s: DEAD LINE, Ghost Of Romance, shambara and ZERO. Got them all, in true collector spirit.

July 21st Greta Van Fleet released a new album. I wasn’t stoked about it at first but of course – the more I listened to it, the more I fell in love with it. It’s probably my favourite album of the year.

I didn’t do anything special for my birthday on August 12th, but the following week I was flying to Cologne for a week to stay with my best friend. We did a lot of furniture and home decor shopping for the new house she moved into. We went to cinema to see Metallica’s live stream, and otherwise just had good time being lazy. Oh! And I helped her pick out and buy her first guitar. Love the visit in huge 4-story music shop in Cologne.

In September I’ve volunteered to take dogs from a shelter for walks for a day. I want to do it again.

On September 27th Morrie released another solo album Solitudes I. I feel like I didn’t listen to it enough this year, but this is miles better than Ballad D to me.

October 15th was election day in Poland and this was incredible – how many people showed up. For the first time I had to stand in the queue to vote. And we won. Fascist right wing government was overthrown. I have some home things will finally get better in my country.

Fast forward to November 5th – after a lot of trouble I made it to Hamburg and met with a friend I’ve know for years, but never had a chance to see in person. Had amazing time! It’s incredible to have such dedicated Morrie fan so close and be able to talk about music for couple of hours without feeling tired.

November 6th – I also finally met my close friend, we’ve never seen each other before. She’s such a lovely human being. She introduced me to Greta Van Fleet, so it felt only right to gift her a ticket to their show. The live was amazing, the most beautiful show I’ve ever been to. I will never get over how talented those young guys are.

From Nov 7th to 11th I was staying with my friend in Bielefeld. Met her cutest Siamese cat Bibi!

And last thing worth mentioning – I got the courage to go to company winter party and I actually had fun. I don’t remember when was the last time I simply wanted to have fun and when was the last time I danced. My whole body hurt after that night, but I really loved it. Oh, and I stole the neon flamingo lamp. Worth it.

#personal #i have a good life i think

[slickfordain]

♡❝𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.❞♡

> I’m worried for the TBP fandom, it scares me, like my bff and I saw so much smut and I hate it- So I’m gonna share some Michael Afton hcs in the meantime for my comfort,,, love Michael Afton so damn much ♡ <

♡ Feminine!GN! Darling x Michael Afton ✧

☼ 1987, start of adulthood (20+) ☽

⊱┊Literally Barbie if she dated Ryan instead. But honestly, I could work with this, because look how absolutely cute you little shits are together.

⊱┊I would say Michael honestly would paint his nails black, and would absolutely paint yours into whatever color you like, because mans honestly fucking adores you— Even though, his love is sometimes through aggression. He tries.

⊱┊❝You’re the only one I don’t want to kill.❞

⊱┊Michael would definitely be more into sports after the incident - that he has absolutely no care for what so ever. Remember, Michael is just normally a fucking jerk, so he probably forgot C.C’s death in an instant.

⊱┊Home dates !! You both hate publicity, despite how social you two are sometimes. You both honestly just hate talking to people so randomly, and getting dressed up for a movie night at home is so worth it. Like why would you waste money on a fancy shit?

⊱┊You cannot tell me that Michael didn’t use to be in a band together with the other FnaF 4 members for a talent show, homeboy can play guitar with all his might to impress you ~♡

⊱┊Lipstick stains on Michael for sure. (For those who are wearing makeup, obviously) Mans wouldn’t even clean it up unless he has to go outside, which is rare for him. You usually buy the groceries so he only takes it off when it’s work. (Weekend basically)

⊱┊You and Michael don’t girlboss / boyboss, y’all girlsleep / boysleep. You two can’t have the energy of boss, which isn’t that important to be fair.

⊱┊Modern AU,, Michael gets drunk nearby you, and you being the little shit you are;; posed with puckered lips and Michael being in the background on his phone, texting you asking: “Where r u?” And there you are: “I’m right here bby”

⊱┊Michael would be the damn carpet for you over a mud pile. You hate getting dirty and shower 24/7, so Michael makes sure you stay clean— and obviously showers himself before hanging with you. You don’t wanna talk about how stinky he was in 1983, back when he was 16.

⊱┊Whatever you want, you get it. Michael is your sugar daddy and you’re just vibing with it - paying for cute shit and some things that you absolutely need. (Stuffed animals)

⊱┊If you happen to be either mute / deaf, Michael will try his hardest to understand sign language. Sure as hell bitch was super bitchy about it to others— but he came to understanding as an adult that sign languages are important. He just wants to learn for you.

⊱┊Doesn’t matter if you’re pretty, ugly, or whatever— Michael never really went for the pretty ones anyway, because what he cared about was your personality and hobbies, and how you are from time to time.

⊱┊When I rule the world <— Your fucking song

⊱┊Y’know, funny thing is Michael used to work for Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria, so you can only imagine how hilarious yet handsome Michael looked in the purple suit— with black trousers. Like father like son I guess.

⊱┊Whenever it’s collage, you both definitely break the rules of “no kissing” bs. As both of you are definitely not that touch starved, you both can’t resist kissing each other. Michael can’t help himself, you’re just really addicting it hurts.

⊱┊Michael: The scary one You: The dangerous one

⊱┊Y’know if both you and Michael were in the black phone movie, Michael would’ve killed the grabber before he could’ve tried kidnapping either you or him. Bitch thought Michael was 15, because he kept his old wolf-cut hair.

⊱┊Actually speaking of killing, Michael would intimidate those who try flirting with you because of how feminine you looked. Doesn’t matter what gender, everyone flirts with you and it’s getting annoying to both you and Michael.

⊱┊Oh yeah, you definitely also signed up for cheerleading to get away from such flirtatious people— So that not only can you focus on yourself being flexible, but you’re also going to get time to cheer on for Michael when he plays a sport. <3

⊱┊Once you two graduate, it’s immediately buying a house time, and definitely move into a big apartment where you can fit yourselves comfortable inside. You two just, snooze and laze around once you finish.

⊱┊Ohmygod adulthood is fukin hard

Ohmygod is right 💀 knowing in 2 months I’m 18, I’m gonna cry. Being 18+ doesn’t feel right ew, I wanna be 16 again.

#various x reader #various #fnaf #fnaf sister location #michael afton #michael afton x you #michael afton x reader

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Ray toro x reader fluff? <33

I love Ray so much and his fluffy hair and his voice AAAAA 🖤🖤🖤

so I think it would be cool if you did this. :D

Ray toro x Gn!reader

Rating: fluff

Requested: anon

Word count: 1,770

It was just a normal day on tour. You were the backstage helper and you were learning electric guitar. You really admired Ray, he was nice and caring. He was also the best guitarist you’ve met. He cared so much about you and made sure  that you were ok. Sometimes when he had extra time on break when he’s not playing guitar in the middle of Cancer he would go backstage and see you were okay or if you needed help with guitar. He only helped you a little bit but on non concert days he would help you a lot with guitar.

You and the others were in the car on their way to Boston Massachusetts. You guys needed to stop for snacks and the bathroom since you guys drove a white van with a trailer on the back of it.

It was in the middle of nowhere where there’s a small gas station to fill up on gas, use the bathroom, and get snacks.

You and the rest were going in to get snacks and use the gross gas station bathroom while the tour manager fills up the car.

You and Ray go over to the drink spot and grab a soda for each other.

“Hmm.. should I get a Red Bull or just a coke..” you ask Ray.

“You probably need the sleep so just get a coke.” Ray says. He was right, you needed the sleep badly.

“Okay.” You grab the coke can out of the fridge and Ray follows you with his Arizona tea.

You both go up to the counter. “Here.. I’ll pay for you.” Ray says pulling his credit card out of his wallet.

“No! I’ll pay for my drink and you don’t have to waste your money on me!” You say.

“It’s only $1.. I’ll pay for it. Trust me I got the extra cash for it.” Ray says.

“Okay..” you step over for Ray to pay for the drinks.

After Ray pays you two walk out while Frank and Gerard are looking at candy while they have monster cans in their hands.

“Damn!!! It’s fricking cold!!! What is it like -0°F!!?!?!” You say as you guys walk out.

Ray laughs. “It’s not that cold. I bet the van is gonna be cold since the heater broke.”

You groan in anger from the cold.

You were just wearing a homemade mcr tee, jeans, and converse.

“Here.. just take my hoodie. I got body heat for a reason and I’m getting a little hot in my hoodie so..” Ray says taking off his old hoodie with some tiny holes in it.

He hands you his hoodie. “T-thank you Ray..” you smile politely. You put on his hoodie. It’s pretty big on you but it’s like one of those Snuggie things.

It’s warm from his body heat. You smell his cologne on it and it makes you blush.

You look up at Ray and smile. “Thank you!!”

Ray blushes. “You look warm!” Ray smiles.

You both walk over to the van with Frank and Gerard following behind you two.

~

It was about 3:37am and you fell asleep next to Ray. Gerard and Frank were sleeping. They were cuddling.

Ray rested his head on the window and fell asleep.

~

It was about 7:53am and you just woke up. Ray and the others were still sleeping. You look in the very backseat and Frank and Gerard were sleeping still. You saw that they did not drink their monsters so it made since that they slept.

You look over to Ray and he’s sleeping peacefully. His curly hair was in his face and it was cute.

You rubbed his shoulder softly to wake him up.

Ray woke up slowly and looks over at you. He sees you sitting their in his big hoodie and it makes him blush.

“H-hi (Y/N)..!!” Ray mumbles.

“Morning..” you say.

“Where are we again..” you ask Ray.

“Uhmmm… I think we are in Boston.” Ray answers your question.

“Don’t you guys have a concert today??” You say.

“Yeah.. tonight. But we gotta get to our hotel rooms.” Ray says.

“Oh my god finally we don’t have to sleep in a uncomfortable van!!” You say.

Ray laughs.

Gerard wakes up and wakes up Frank.

“Here.. Frankie take your monster.” Gerard mumbles holding Frank’s monster.

“Thanks babe..” Frank mumbles. He opens his monster while Gerard opens his monster.

~

You and Ray shared a room while the tour manager had his own room and gee and Frank had their own. (You all payed for your shared rooms.)

You and Ray get to your room and sit your bags down.

You jump onto the bed and lay there for a moment. Ray giggles.

“Move over.. I wanna lay down too. It is my bed too.” Ray says. You blush when he said it was also his bed.

You scoot over for Ray to lay down. He plops down on the bed making a loud sigh.

“I’m tired.. you wanna get some extra sleep Ray?” You say.

“Sure..” ray say.

You both scooted up where the pillows were. You guys kicked off your shoes and got under the covers. You gave each other some space so it’s not awkward.

You two lay there for a moment. It’s raining.

Thunder strikes and it makes you flinch.

Ray notices that you got scared from the lightning. “You okay (Y/N)..?” Ray asks.

“Y-yeah..! I’m fine..!” You say. You weren’t fine, you were scared of the lightning.

Ray knew you were lying so he rolled over and started cuddling you. “I-is this okay?”

You flinch at the slight touch from Ray. “Y-yeah..” you say.

You scoot backwards into Ray to get comfy. He wraps it arms tighter around your waist.

I literally bright red right now. I so bad want to say ‘I love you’ and then go to sleep. But i can’t really because Ray doesn’t even know i like him. I mean I can’t tell if he likes me or not but it’s nice that he’s cuddling me.

You both fall asleep and it’s soothing to feel Ray breathing. He’s definitely a good cuddler.

It’s comforting to hear Ray sigh in your ear. He wraps his arm around your waist tightly. You back up more into Ray’s touch. He’s nice and warm. Your still wearing his hoodie. He never asked you for his hoodie back yet, he won’t admit it but he thinks you look cute in his hoodie since it’s so big on him.

~

It’s about 10:34am. You hear a big knock at the door. It was the tour manager.

You and Ray jolt awake. Ray slowly gets out of bed while you stay in bed.

Ray opens the door and it’s the tour manager, Mikey, Gerard, and Frank. “Hey.. we are all gonna grab some lunch at a place here.. I was wondering if you wanna come.” Said the tour manager.

“Oh sure! We just gotta get changed and brush our teeth and we will meet you guys downstairs.” Ray says glancing back at you.

“Okay.. bye you two.” Says the tour manager. “Bye.” Ray says closing the door.

“Okay.. we gotta get dressed and brush our teeth.” Ray says.

“Okay. Let me find some warm clothes.” You say.

You looked in your suitcase for clothes and you grab a Smiths shirt, jeans, and your converse off the floor. “Do you want your hoodie back Ray..?”

“Nah it’s fine..” he says.

You frown your eyebrows. “You sure?”

Ray giggles. “Of course.. I have another hoodie so I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” You say. You walk over to Ray and give him a hug. “Why are you hugging me..?” Ray says in a slight higher pitch voice.

“I like hugging you.” You say muffled by Ray’s chest.

Ray rubs your hair with his hand intertwining with your hair.

“We should get ready.. remember?” Ray says.

“Oh right.” You say. Letting go of Ray and going to grab your jeans and your Smiths shirt. “I gotta change now..” you say.

“Here I’ll grab my clothes and change in the bathroom!” Ray says grabbing his clothes quickly and walking to the bathroom.

~

Ray walks out of the hotel room with you and you guys to meet up downstairs with the guys.

“A-are you fine holding hands..?” Ray mumbles.

You blush looking up at Ray who is bright red.

“I- uhh.. y-yeah!! Just not around the rest.. I don’t want them thinking anything about us two..” you say.

You hold Ray’s big warm hand. His hands are bigger then yours. It’s comforting it’s like wearing a glove.

You two get downstairs to see the rest and immediately stop holding hands. You shyly wave at the rest.

You and the rest get going to the place to eat lunch and setup at the concert event.

~

It’s after lunch and you and the rest are in the van driving to the concert event to setup for tonight.

“Hey.. you ready for tonight’s concert??” You say.

“Yep! We all gotta get that energy for it!” Ray says.

You smile at him and he smiles back.

You and the rest arrive to the concert and get to backstage to unload everything.

It’s about 7:00pm and they started playing. They all sound so good. Your mostly hyper fixated on Ray.

~

It’s after the concert and it’s about 12:35am and everyone is sweaty and tired.

You and Ray walk into your hotel room and lay down.

“I am ready for bed..” Ray says.

You giggle and get up to grab shorts and a tshirt.

You walk to the bathroom and change.

Ray gets up and grabs pajama pants and takes off his shirt and gets in bed.

You get out of the bathroom and crawl into bed and get a little stunned seeing that Ray is shirtless. You get under the covers and almost fall asleep until Ray speaks up.

“Hey uhh.. d-do you like me..?” Ray whispers.

“Of course! Your awesome!” You whisper.

“N-no I mean.. do you.. are you in love with me..?” Ray whispers.

You go bright red. “I- uh.. y-yeah..” You say.

“Really..?” Ray smiles.

“Yes.. your probably the most attractive mcr member..!” You nervously say.

“Wow.. thank you” Ray laughs.

“I thought it was obvious!” You say.

“Really..? I was being more obvious!! We held hands today!!” Ray says. You giggle.

“True!” You say.

You scoot closer to Ray to cuddle with him.

“Wanna cuddle like old times?” You say.

“Sure.” Ray wraps his arms around you spooning you.

“Goodnight..” you say.

“Night..” Ray says.

#mcr #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #my chemical romance #mikey way #my chem #fluff fanfic #my chemical romance #fluff fanfiction #ray toro x reader #mikey fucking way #mikey way x reader #gerard way x reader #frank iero x reader #frerard

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I’ll be there for you (Yes, like the Friends theme) Chapter 5

Summary: After being in a coma for two years Vash wakes up, not being able to remember Anything that has happened since he was “a teenager”. How is he gonna adapt to living in a world so strange and unfamilliar? (vaguely TriStamp timeline post ep 12) By finally leaving the hospital and entering his Rehab arc Warnings: None this time Word count: 4.4k Chapters: 1 2 3 4

How did this week pass by so fast?

Vash feels like it was basically yesterday that he woke up to this strange world.

And now he's already standing outside, Karina next to him, waiting for the van that's supposed to bring him to the rehab place.

He's bringing several bags with him. Two of them filled with the new clothes he got the other day.

It is still somewhat dark outside, the suns barely grazing the horizon so its also really cold. Vash can see his breath when breathing out.

He's wearing his new jacket. It's black with red arrows going zig zag from the top left to the bottom right.

One small bag is full of his electronics stuff.

Last Friday Karina suddenly brought him a phone as well.

And another one is filled with hygiene stuff like shower gel and shampoo and towels and lotion to put on his scars when they ache and of course toothbrush and toothpaste and other necessities.

His new meds are in there as well.

On Thursday Dr. Nichols did a whole battery of tests with him.

Among other things testing his working memory and attention.

He then concluded that Vash has ADHD, whatever that was. From what Vash gathered it has to do with his focus and emotional regulation and such.

Vash also spend a lot of time filling out official-looking papers to get an ID and everything sorted out. And a bank account.

„Its so cold... I hope that van is coming soon.“ Karina complains while rubbing her arms.

„Its gonna get hot soon enough, just wait.“

„I'd rather not Wait.“

Other cars are approaching and picking people up or letting people out near constantly. Seems like Mondays are very busy for hospitals.

An ambulance rushes past, sirens blaring.

„I'm gonna call the place if no one's here in 5 minutes!“ Karina declares.

Then a small white minivan drives up to the two and stops.

It would look suspicious if it wasn't for the sticker on the car with a flock of pigeons flying on it, reading „Dove's Wings bus service, car 12“

The driver lets the window down.

„Hey, are you Vash?“

„Yup, that's me.“

The engine stops and the driver gets out to open the trunk.

„I'm Marcel. Put your bags in here. Before I drive you to the dorm I have to stop by the gas station real quick, hope you don't mind.“

„That's fine...“

It's a bit cumbersome to haul the heavy bags into the trunk with only one hand.

Luckily Marcel realises this quickly and helps.

He's a short rather gruff-looking guy with a light buzzcut and pale skin. Vash easily towers over him.

Which is still a really weird experience.

After all, the majority of his Lived Experience Vash was shorter than others.

Even as a teenager everyone else was much taller than him. When did he hit such a giant growth spurt?

Vash climbs into the van next to Marcel.

Karina waves at Vash.

„I will call you in the afternoon when my shift is over, okay? And I will definitely visit you on the weekend. You can't get rid of me.“

Vash chuckles weakly and also waves at his new friend.

„Girlfriend?“

Vash whips around.

„Huh? What-? No! Just a.. a regular friend.“

„Cool, cool.“

Marcel starts the motor and off they go.

Then he turns the radio on.

Vash has no idea about music much, even though Karina did her best to introduce him to as many bands as she could. He does vaguely recognise the singer as someone Karina likes.

Its a nice unoffending voice with nice unoffending guitar. Nothing that Vash would listen to in his free time though.

Then Marcel lights up a cigarette and offers the cigarette pack to Vash.

„Do you smoke?“ „Uh.. no, thanks.“

„Good for you. Don't start. Its a waste of money. How old are you?“

„153.“

Marcel barks out a laugh.

„Good joke!“

„28 then.“

„Seriously? You don't look a day over 19 or something. You got a serious case of baby face, my guy.“

„Yeah... I've heard that quite often.“ Vash lies.

He hasn't heard it at all but feels like this is the appropriate response.

They are driving through what seems to be the oldest dictrict of the city.

It seems to be emulating ancient 17th century central european architecture but Vash can't say how accurate it is.

Shops on the ground floor, apartments on top all crammed next to each other.

And so many people outside already, even though it is still early in the day.

„It's not winter yet so school and work still start at 6, so most of the work can be crammed in before it gets hot.“ Marcel explains, as if he can read Vash's thoughts.

„And in winter?“

„Eh... 7-8ish. No mid-day break either but instead everyone can go home earlier overall. Allegedly on Earth seasons actually meant something in many cultures but here it only tells you when the suns will rise and set. Except for fall. If it rains then it rains in fall.“

Rain.

Vash only has seen rain once so far in his life.

He was so excited he immediately ran outside and Brad dragged him back inside the ship and scolded him for getting the floor muddy.

It rained hard for maybe half an hour and then it was over. Within an hour the sand was back to its usual dry and hot state and everything carried on as if it hadn't rained at all.

What Vash had witnessed relatively often though were dry thunderstorms.

Now the scenery is changing.

The road gets broader and now has two lanes in each direction. The buildings become more modern and brighter, to deflect the suns.

Then they turn right into a smaller street again, probably now entering a more residential area.

The buildings that previously were all at least three to four stories tall are now getting smaller and less dense. Small shops line the road here and there.

Apartment buildings turn into row houses and then slowly into small family homes.

They pass a small park and Vash stares at the large lusciously green trees.

Then more houses. Kids waiting at a bus stop.

It's so weird to see a place like this. So full of life. Full of people doing their thing.

Not hanging by a thread.

They enter a slightly wider road again and a little later Marcel stops at the gas station.

„I'll be back in a minute. You want some snacks? I can get you some.“

„Uh... some chocolate bars? But no white chocolate or coconut.“

Marcel lets out a small grunt in acknowledgement.

„Alright. You get the kiddie chocolate.“

The van door slams shut.

Kiddie chocolate...

Vash watches Marcel while he recharges the car's battery. Its weird that „gas station“ is a word that's still so widely used even though almost no vehicle on this planet uses gas.

Its most likely a leftover from Earth English.

Vash watches the scene outside.

Some more kids and teens, probably on their way to school.

People on bicycles. Many many cars.

It is still so weird to Vash to see this many people in one place. He can't imagine the scope of the entire city.

What little distance they have covered so far already feels incredibly large to him.

Do the people who live here even know how harsh the desert is? Being here is so incredibly different from the ship.

Vash can barely believe he's still on the same planet.

Has Nai ever been in a city as well? Where even is he now? And will Vash ever see him again?

Well, he probably already has but can't remember.

But before he has the time to ponder about this more, Marcel returns.

He dumps a few chocolate bars in Vash's lap.

„Sorry they only had coconut and white chocolate.“

For the fraction of a second Vash is inclined to believe the man but before he can embarrass himself he realises it's a joke.

„Guess I have to puke all over the van then.“

„If you clean it, be my guest.“

The ride continues in silence, except for the radio.

Vash opens the packaging of the chocolate and starts eating.

He didn't eat anything at the hospital this morning, he was way too nervous.

Its nougat, the chocolate.

Which is good because Vash really likes that. He opens the second bar and basically shoves it in his mouth with one go.

Marcel lets out a snort but doesn't say anything.

„I haven't eaten anything yet.“

„I'm not judging. Just laughing. You don't behave like an adult.“

There it is.

Vash almost shrinks into his seat.

Then how is an adult supposed to to behave? He hasn't figured that out yet.

He was about to open the third bar but lets it drop back into his lap instead. Suddenly he doesn't feel hungry anymore.

There's no way he's gonna fit in anywhere like this.

But it's not like he can help it, dammit!

Some part of him is still 15 and it will probably take a long time until that changes.

„Hey kiddo, why are you crying?“

Huh?

Vash pulls out a tissue from his pocket and blows his nose.

„I don't like being told that I don't behave like an adult. I know I don't. I can't change this.“

Marcel nods.

„I wasn't making fun of you, you know? If I would then i would have the wrong job. I drive people around who can't get into this van without help. Who can't fasten their seatbelt. Whose pants i have to pull up before they get in cuz they don't know how to use their belts after going to the bathroom. Who don't even realise when they need to go to the bathroom so sometimes they pee their pants during the ride. I also drive people around who don't talk. Who talk too much. Who talk a whole lot but not very well. Who say the same word over and over. I'm not judging anyone. My ego isn't blown up like that.“

„Will I meet them?“

„Eventually I suppose. But you're mentally ill so you live in a different section of the grounds. You'll meet them at work then. I also drive people like you around. Plenty.“

Vash can't imagine people like this. Luckily soon he wont have to use his imagination anymore but will experience it in real life.

They are back in a residential area. Small apartments and houses everywhere.

„We're there in a second. Look here's the convenience store. You wont have to walk far to get there. Just down this road. There's a bus stop. That line will take you directly to the old town, where we started out. Maybe not the most exciting part of the city but there are many nice small shops and cafés. And the biggest cinema in the city is there as well, in case you like movies. I think your group will go there from time to time.“

They make another right turn and Vash recognises this street from the photos.

They have indeed arrived.

Marcel parks under a tree in front of a wide two story tall red brick building.

There is a dark-skinned woman with glasses and long black hair waiting outside.

Vash and Marcel get out the van and Marcel shakes the woman's hand.

„Morning Nancy.“

„Good morning Marcel. I see you brought our new resident?“

„Yeah, that's Vash. Vash, that's Nancy.“ Nancy walks towards Vash and eagerly shakes his hand as well.

„Hi, I'm Nancy. I'm the leader of the group you will live in. Everyone will be so happy to meet you. Two weeks ago half of the group moved out into a different dorm and since then it has been way too quiet. Let me help you with your bags.“

The bags, that Marcel unloaded in the meantime.

He nods at Nancy.

„Well then. You got everything under control here. I'll go then and pick up the daycare patients.“

Nancy turns to Vash and basically beams at him.

„Let's take your bags inside first so I can show you your room and then we have to return to this building for a bit to do all the administrative stuff. Do you have any issues with walking?“ „Nah, just my left arm that's not doing so hot.“

„Great! I mean, that you can walk. Not that you lost your arm. Cuz we will have to walk a bit to your dorm. It's further down the road and then we turn left.“

They pass two other buildings, one to the left and one to the right.

The one on the left looks a bit like a school but smaller than what Vash had seen previously. But it has a schoolyard and a small playground and all.

The building to the right looks rather plain with chipped beige walls and a flat roof. The windows are just a tad bigger than the air conditioning unit on the wall.

„Villa Marigold“ says a blue sign outside.

„That doesn't look like a Villa...“ Vash mumbles and Nancy starts laughing.

„Well, we can't exactly call it Hut either, right? It will get renovated soon though.“

Hopefully it will get some bigger windows then. And a new coat of paint.

Another similar building is standing next to the „Villa“ but this one Does have a more colourful appearance. Its painted in a light blue colour and someone drew a flock of doves over the entrance.

They make a left turn just when Vash has spotted something looking suspiciously like a greenhouse far down the street.

„Wait! Is that a greenhouse?“

He points at it.

„Oh? Yeah it is. Good eye! We don't have time to go and look at it now but since you're gonna live here now you can go and look at it whenever you to from later on. You could also work there if you want. Do you like plants?“

Does he likes plants? „I... I have no idea. But I've never seen a greenhouse or.. many plants at all. So I'm just curious.“

„That's fine. Its good to be curious about things. Keeps your brain sharp.“

Sadly Vash feels his brain is as dull as a 6 hours math lesson.

Or the edge of a paper tissue. Depending on what meaning of „dull“ you have in mind.

The dorm they now enter is three stories tall and has a slightly sloped roof, unlike the majority of the other buildings which all have flat roofs.

It is painted slightly off-white and the paint looks new as well.

The stairway looks old and made of dark wood. Their steps echo slightly.

Nancy opens a yellow heavy-looking door.

„Fire-proof doors“ she explains „Your room will also have one. Almost all doors in the dorms are like this so get used to having to push a little harder.“

They are now standing in a large hallway with windows to the yard outside to the right light grey carpet and the walls are painted in a very light peach colour.

Paintings that look very much like the people living here painted them are everywhere on the walls.

Around the door that seems to be leading to the kitchen is a flower mural.

„Okay your room is number 105 so we go left.“

The room doors look like they are made of light wood but since they are supposedly fire-proof that can't be true.

They are probably painted to look like wood or something, Vash muses.

There's a little nook with armchairs and a very cozy-looking couch as well.

Vash hears two girls' voices from the staircase on the other end of the hallway, leading upstairs to the third floor.

„Have you seen Joe during assembly? He looked like he was about to fall asleep again.“

„Yeah I tried waking him up for breakfast earlier but he didn't wanted to open the door. I told him on Saturday not to drink so much when we went to club but of course he didn't listen.“

„Sounds like a killer hangover.“

„Totally. Anyway, we should hurry and get the kitchen cleaned up before someone complains again.“

They walk in the opposite direction as Nancy and Vash.

Nancy stops in front of room 105.

„Okay this is your room.“

She digs in her pocket and pulls out a small key which she then hands to Vash.

„And this is your key to the room. You will also later be given a key for the front door downstairs but our director hands those out, not us. Not every resident has one mind you. We got some troublemakers we can't just let come and go as they please. But don't worry about that.“

Vash opens the door.

He doesn't know what he expected his room to look like but certainly not like this.

Probably more like a hospital room?

This room is fairly large but mostly empty except for a desk with an office chair, an armchair made out of bast, a closet, a large mirror, a bed and a nighstand.

The floor is laminate made to look like wood in a similar shade as the door.

The curtains look rather heavy and have an old-fashioned plaid pattern on them.

The walls are white but not clinical-looking and overall the room is open and bright.

There's a door, probably leading to the bathroom.

Vash puts all of his bags down next to the bed and walks around the room once.

Yes, the door does indeed lead to a small-ish bathroom.

„I know this looks rather dull and empty. You can get your own furniture and rugs and put anything on the wall that you like but if it has to be hung on a nail then ask us first. Though I would advise you to wait a month or two with playing interior designer.

So we can determine how long you will be staying in this room. Would be annoying if you had to move just when you got cozy in here and then find out you can't fit all your furniture in the new room.“

Then they leave for the admin building.

But on the way down Nancy runs into a colleague who informs her that the person they want to talk to is actually right now in This building in the office section so they walk back up.

„Well I guess I show you the admin building at another time.“

They go back up the stairs but this time turn right in the hallway.

A guy with spiky red hair is mopping the staircase at the end.

In contrast to the one they just walked up this one is much newer and almost looks like its made of something like rubber?

Vash can't tell what material it is but it has some big anti-slip nubs on the steps.

Nancy taps the guy on the shoulder who takes his headphones off.

„Hey Paul, is Mr. Friesen in his office right now?“

„Uh... Yeah but he's in a meeting.“

The guy, Paul, nods at Vash.

„Are you new?“

„Yeah I just... I just moved in.“ „Cool, cool. Don't mind the ghost.“

Vash winces.

„A ghost??“

Paul shrugs.

„I dunno I haven't seen it either but a few guys upstairs say they have seen one here. Like, they wanted to talk to a counselor and it looked like someone was in the office cuz they saw a shadow in the glass but when they got closer it vanished. I think it's rubbish but figured I should warn you.“

Nancy chuckles.

„I don't believe it one bit. You know how they are upstairs. Sometimes they get bored and cook up some Scary Stories to tell the younger peeps.“

Seems like some really funny people are living here.

Maybe Vash wont stand out that much after all.

They continue walking.

„Okay if Mr. Friesen is not available right now then I will show you the rest of the dorm.“

The next hallway is overall darker than the one Vash's room is in. Obviously, because this one doesn't have any windows but doors to each side, most likely leading to the other people's rooms.

There's a ping pong table standing right in the middle of the hallway.

That seems a bit stupid and dangerous to Vash but also very funny.

One door is open and Vash can look right into someone's room.

To prevent the door from slamming shut a stool was put in front of it.

The person who probably belongs to this room is sitting in a beanbag in front of a TV and plays a video game.

Loud music is blasting out into the hallway.

„Are you just allowed to do that?“ Vash asks.

„Do what?“ „Play loud music with the door open.“ he clarifies.

„Sure. It's not like people are sleeping right now. At least, they shouldn't be. This is group 2. You are in group 1 and upstairs is group 3. This is a mixed use building so on the ground floor is the daycare. Daycare means they live off grounds and are brought here every morning and get picked up in the evening. The majority of them are seniors or people otherwise not able to work in the workshop. Usually we don't run into each other a lot.“

They walk past the kitchen.

„We cook our own lunch here. Each group has a kitchen and two people are doing the cooking together. They also plan the grocery shopping which we are doing.. actually right now. That's why no one's in there. Each Monday we take the big van and drive down to the store to get most of the things needed for the entire week. Sometimes we also do this on Fridays again cuz we also cook together on the weekends. At least when enough people stay here over the weekend. The majority of the time though almost everyone leaves to go to their parents or visit friends. You are also free to do that of course.“

There is yet another staircase at the end of this hallway that they take upstairs to look at group 3 as well.

Nothing much is different here except that they have a foosball table in the hallway. There is also a big room with huge windows and the wall to the hallway is glass as well.

Nancy explains that this is the assembly room but sometimes they also do other therapy things in there. Another room up here that the other groups don't have is the computer room. Everyone is free to use the computers if they don't have their own.

And back downstairs they go.

Mr. Friesen got done with his meeting in the meantime so now it's time for even more paperwork.

Meeting Mr. Friesen and getting all the paperwork done took an hour and now Vash's head is swimming.

He wishes he would get a break now but unfortunately the day is just beginning.

The weekly schedule he has in his hand says that before lunch he will meet his psychologist. After lunch his physical therapist. Later in the evening there's a nordic walking group but Vash has no idea what that is. There's a note telling him that's outside though.

He walks next to Nancy who is taking him back to his room.

„Saverem, huh? I was told you can't remember your family name. Did you remember or...?“ „Mom's family name. Well, not literally Mom but.. kind of... I don't know who my actual mom is.“

„Well, now it's also your name. So now you're her son for real.“

Her son for real...

He can't dwell on that because as they pass the kitchen someone from in there is shouting: „Hey! New guy! Come here for a bit!“

Nancy grabs Vash's arm and drags him into the kitchen.

„Well, well, well that's a great opportunity to meet the rest of the group! Hello everyone, this is Vash! Say Hi to Vash.“ „Hi Vash.“ the small group of four people parrots.

„Uh... hi...“

Four people, two girls and two guys are staring at him like he's an endangered animal.

„What happened to your arm???“ one of the girls suddenly yells. Shes short and round and has big glasses and pigtails and doesn't actually look to be much older than 18.

„Chelsea! You don't randomly ask people what happened to their arms!“ an equally short but very skinny boy says in a hushed but urgent tone. He looks just as young.

Vash lets out a weak unsure chuckle.

„Shark got me.“

„A what?“ Chelsea is still pointing at him „You're a liar! There are no sharks on No Man's Land!“

A tall man with nerdy glasses and very short dark hair speaks up.

„We usually call that one a Joke. Forgive her, she just says whatever is in her head. Which is a whole lot so you might want to invest in earplugs. I'm Steven, I'm the current group president. And those two are Melvin“ -the young guy with glasses who is still shushing Chelsea- „and Anna.“ He points at a girl who looks like the exact opposite of Chelsea.

Nancy nods at the group and seems very happy about the developments.

„I see you're talking to each other just fine. Maybe Vash can help you with the lunch prep? How is everything going anyways?“

„We are almost done cutting the vegetables and honestly there isn't much to do then. I'm gonna put the steaks in a pan in an hour or so, Melvin takes care of the rice. Yeah.. that's basically it.“ Steven answers.

„I uh... I have to go to my appointment soon..“ Vash reminds Nancy.

„Oh yeah I almost forgot about that. You do that. I see you all for lunch!“

#trigun #trigun fanfiction #my writing #trigun stampede

[raytorosaurus]

Yeah but what about Frank horrible filthy t shirt 😪😪😪 I KNOW that’s a stupid thing to want to possess and it’s a waste of money and unwell parasocial weird etc etc and I should be ashamed but also the worms in my brain are screaming that nobody else should own Frank horrible filthy t shirt but me

this one i can't really commiserate with you on because i truly just want a slice of that man's guitar gear pie because i am so so jealous of his hoard, and - CRINGE LOSER MOMENT INCOMING - he inspires me artistically and it would feel very special to make music with them. ugh. however i'm trying to put myself in your shoes and imagine if ray was selling like. his old murder by death shirt or his classic broken heart shirt or his smedium dropkick murphys or yellow ramones shirt or women's cut sük shirt and--. okay no this still isn't working because he wore those so much they are so His that i honestly could never. however i have googled his randy rhoads guitar greats shirt in the attempt of getting my own duplicate to wear and KEPT CONSIDERING it after i found out it's a vintage shirt from the 80s that goes for well over $200 resale (who says my girl isn't bougie). so i can connect with you there. we're not so different you and i.

but...the questions i'll leave you with are these: what the fuck do you do with a frank iero shirt in your house. like do you wear it until it's unrecognisable? do you...display it? do you have an irl loved one who does not listen to or particularly care about my chemical romance? could you look them in the eye if they walked into your house and asked you to explain the framed storage-faded tshirt with some edgy slogan scibbled on it in old sharpie hanging on the wall? and what if they asked you how much you paid for it?

i cannot answer these questions for you and they are presented without judgement. only you can find those things within yourself o7.

#anyway buying a shirt some guy wore a lot Because It Was His Shirt is v diff vibes from buying a shirt some guy wore On Stage Once As A Bit #so the ray shirt thing is a false equivalency #more serious answer is: personally i would only rly buy something like this off frank if i genuinely was going to get like. #cherished use out of it. and i personally would not like to use frank iero's shirts for. anything. but u do u o7 #answered

[mosraev]

Lyrics through the decade 2/10

I've decided to collect all the songs I've made through the last decade and share my favourite snippets with you guys. The pictures for the backgrounds will (as much as possible) be pictures I've taken the same year as the lyrics were written. The full lyrics may or may not be made official someday.

Part 2; 2014

In March 2014 I made my first song and so with the new found interest in songwriting I started experimenting a lot with different themes and moods of songwriting that I've tried to show here.

More info under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

Song 1 (pic 1); Ray of Sunshine

First song I ever wrote with a very simple form of three verses in a row. I had tried to learn an ATL song on guitar yet in my failed attempt to learn the rhytmn I made a melody instead (very hard to sing but fun for what it is)

Featured lyric: Clouds outside are starting to gather

[and] my mind in as terrible weather.

Song 2 (pic 2); Female Dress Code

The second song I ever wrote and the first with a chorus - way more singable than RoS. I call it my 'Not Like Other Girls' song since I through the song describe this one girl I say is the opposite of me and how I don't understand women fashion.

Featured lyric: the best thing you can wear is a smile,

but has been hidden away for a while.

Song 3 (pic3); Instant Camera

A song about longing for a relationship (not autobiografical if I remember correctly). This song is special to me not in its themes but that I played it for the talent show at my high school and won first prize. I spend the money to buy a new guitar.

Featured lyric: As May turned to December,

We took photographs with your old instant camera

((Extended)) are you gonna burn them like orange autumn leaves?

Song 4 (pic4); Aubade

First song written on piano (and I made it a spanish intro because I could). As song about supporting a friend in need. Has some really cute lines in retrospect.

Featured lyric: Mirrorside lies! It reflects what eye sees not heart be.

Your flaws make you unique, and you're beautiful to me.

Song 5 (pic5); Train

An angst song. Written together with a friend that accidentally also came out as trans years later. It is a very angry song full of self dread and hate. Very teenager.

Featured lyric: I'll go down in history as another nobody

starring out in nowhere wasting time.

Song 6 (pic6); Corner

First song that I remember where I didn't make up a character to tell the story from but instead used my own experiences. Although some parts of it is half inspired by Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Feautured lyric: Observer. I'm lost in a world were I don't exist

((Extended)) no wonder why my voice's dismissed.

Song 7 (pic7); Stranger 7-10-8-1

Probably one of my strangest titles (pun intended) this song is about seeing the beauty in people around you and that we cannot know everybody's story. Also it is a cute little love song to all the strangers you might meet on your way.

Featured lyric: I have to say, you look good today.

We haven't met, but anyways

everybody's beautiful in their own way.

Song 8 (pic8); Not All Heroes Wear Capes Mine Plays Guitar

Can you tell that I liked Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco from the sheer length of this title x'D? This was a song made and dedicated to one of my then favourite musician, Jack Barakat from All Time Low which is funny when I read it now since a few bits of the lyrics can be used to describe one of my favourite musicians today (Jere Pöyhönen aka Käärijä)

Featured lyric: He's a ticking time bomb filled with bad jokes and contagious joy

Honorable mention:

Flower bud, he trives on the stage tonight.

#lyrics #2014 #ray of sunshine #female dress code #corner #aubade #instant camera #train #stranger 7-10-8-1 #not all heroes wear capes mine plays guitar #mosraev #mosræv

[giddlygoat]

hiiii i was talking ab illumination not appreciating the onceler. basically i didn't like how much potential he had but wasn't fleshed out properly so i started making shit up. it's quite elaborate!!

his childhood:

he was born on april 22nd 1992 in some small town in georgia

his parents got married young but got divorced when he was 7, mom won the custody in court and he never saw his dad since

his mother wasn't very good at being a mother because she would neglect her children (yay /s)

he learned how to play the guitar all by himself when he was 12

he was really into fall out boy as a teen

pre thneed inc. days:

he left home around february 2012

he came to greenville on march 2nd 2012

after he promised the lorax he won't cut trees anymore, he really started liking him because he reminded him of his dad (emo alert)

he had an intense, short-lived (this will be a recurring motive) relationship with norma because imo he deserves to have interpersonal relationships with people who aren't the lorax

thneed inc. days:

after he successfully sold his 1st thneed, his company was crowd-funded and started fully operating immediately

after he proved to be successful, he made friends with some rich businessmen who were all like twice his age

again, said friendships were short-lived and intense

his business was really unethical. the workers were badly paid, he polluted the forest really bad and he was actively getting sued. he'd only win the cases because he'd bribe the judge (again, illegal). he broke osha regulations on a daily basis! quirky!

while all of this was going on, he was so sure that he was doing a selfless act, by destroying the forest for his family

in reality, him destroying the forest was an incredibly selfish act, because a group of people that don't care about him mattered more to him than the well-being of the animals and the citizens of greenville who lived right next to the forest.

near the end of his business, december 2012 - january 2013, the workers of thneed inc. unionized. the onceler fired each and every one of them

norma breaks up with the onceler shortly after. good for her!

for context, onceler really (like really really, it wasn't healthy) liked norma for like 3 months and the he grew bored of her and only kept her around because he was lonely

the forest is destroyed around march 2013, and the company shuts down

post thneed inc. days:

march 2013, the onceler shuts himself away from the world and only leaves his mansion once, on april 22nd 2013, his 21st birthday, so he could buy himself loads of alcohol and get wasted

norma forgives him and stays friends with him, that's why she trusts him to talk to ted (a girl's gotta be stupid sometimes) (and no idk who mrs wiggins' father is i never thought of that)

ted wiggins meets the onceler on march 2063, 50 years after his business shut down

additional info:

the onceler's mom was born on june 23rd 1971, when the book came out

the onceler's parents' marriage was a marriage out of convenience, his mother decided to marry his father, his uncle's younger brother, because he had more money and she was hoping she wouldn't be poor anymore, and he wanted to marry her because he wanted to leave his parents' home because he didn't really like them

his parents didn't really like eachother and they were hoping that having children would save their marriage. it didn't.

his brothers are a year older than him

TLDR: the onceler was really selfish and everything he ever did was short-lived and intense. he was really insane too, but that is understandable because 20-year-olds are like that.

anon i am SO sorry this took 60000 years to respond to. i was trying to think of something good to add but my brain has been fried for a while and it’s difficult for me to formulate any substantial headcanons rn. however, these are really interesting and i like your take a lot. i think he definitely had a thing with norma and i love to see ppl with that headcanon. i wish i had more to add to make the wait worth it, sorry.

once again, i would absolutely love to talk about this more! i actually have a discord server for fans of the lorax now so if you’d like to join that, please feel free to, it’s linked in my pinned post. i hope you have a great day/night despite my incredible lateness and boring response sjdndkndn

#asks #the lorax 2012 #the lorax headcanons #onceler

[johnmccharmly]

I’ve been trying to find confirmation of this but I haven’t ever been able to. Was Paul actually hurt when John turned him away when he showed up at fhe Dakota with a guitar? i can’t tell sometimes what’s fanfiction or real life. Thanks.

We will never know the full truth to this, I have heard many sides...

One being Paul went to check on him, seeing as John "disappeared" from public eye, wouldn't take any phone calls, and never left the walls of the Dakota. Many of John's friend were incredibly concerned for him and curious as to why he was "wasting his talent away" in the prison of Yoko Ono. That is a strong statement I am aware, however I do believe the story of Yoko mentally abusing him, and controlling every aspect of his life, to the point he became her pet that she took endless money from. John as we know was not the strongest mentally, and Yoko knew that, she knew he needed Paul, and with that knowledge she turned John further against him, blocking all his calls, and did nothing to help John come out of his depressive state...

Another side, John’s side, is that Paul showing up unannounced really flustered him seeing that he had a family and baby to take care of, and dilly dally playing around on guitars just was not possible anymore. I believe he said something along the lines of “this isn’t liverpool anymore”, meaning that they weren’t kids who could show up out of the blue and play any longer... Though I see John’s point, I feel it goes much deeper than this. I feel the John Lennon we all know and love would jump at the opportunity to play with his one time bestfriend, I feel that whoever answered the door that day, was not the John Paul has known and loved for oh so many years. He was simply not himself, and Paul knew that...

I am sure Paul was aware of how far John was gone mentally, and when he was turned away by him, It had to have been hard... However Paul knew John, better than anyone else had or ever will, he had to have known that Johnny was not doing well and that being turned down was just a result of just that. I hurt for John during those years living in the Dakota, he was not well, and anyone that actually knew him could tell you that, but the only person who had full access to him was Yoko. The control she had was disgusting, and I can only wish John had been strong enough to stand up to her and take his life in his own hands. A part of him had to have yearned to play with Paul again that day, just like the old days, just like their days in Paul's bedroom back in Liverpool... In a perfect world some would say...

So yes, I do think Paul was hurt, obviously being turned away by the person that once knew your every move and thought, and you him, would feel like a knife through the heart... but again there had to have been some understanding, and sadness for John on Paul's end... John was not the John he knew and loved, and Paul must have seen that.

I apologize for the lengthy answer to such a simple question, this topic just opens the door to many happenings at the time... I can only wish they got to do that one more studio session that was planned before Johnny passed... in another lifetime my friends<3

#paul mccartney #john lennon #mclennon #the beatles #lennon mccartney #john lennon and paul mccartney #they were electric together #mclennon feels #i miss you john #the 70's #yoko ono #the dakota #we miss u johnny

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

☔ Raven

🌟 Malou

🍺 Evan

🌜 Willow

💃 Adrian

🐁 Dalton

📙 Andy

Thank you very much :D I'll do something I haven't done in quite a while, let them answer in person:

For a heavy, emotional secret. Raven: *Sighs heavily* Some men blood related to me, and not far down the blood line, abused me for many years. I had a sort of *hesitates* amnesia, it uh... I didn't remember till one of the perpetrators told me a while back. I wish I was still oblivious. I'm honestly not coping quite as well as I make it seem.

For a secret wish or desire of theirs Malou: *Chuckles awkwardly* well... *chuckles again* last year someone returned to my life. Someone I've been in love with since we were.... kids. Uhm yeah, he's a bit of a mess, and not good at answering on Facebook, but... he's both my secret wish, and desire.

For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about Evan: *Chuckles deeply* once Andy, Daniel and I stole my dads brand new very expensive bottle of Vodka, drank it all, got really wasted, wanted to go to a party, but we didn't have money for neither more booze, nor cigarettes, so I called my brother Alex, asking if we could sell him a bottle of Vodka cause we bought the wrong alcohol, but already opened the bottle, so couldn't return it, however he could get it half price. He said yes *chuckles again* so we filled the empty bottle with water, and sold it to him. We got our booze and cigarettes, but I also paid later with a very large bruise on my upper arm after Alex found out he paid almost 70 bucks for water*chuckles*

For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about Willow: *Snorts* I'm a pretty open book to be fair, so I dunno if there's anything I do that no one knows of? Well maybe there is, but not like it's because I keep it as a secret, maybe more the fact that I live alone, and I suppose I do stuff in my own home all the time that no one witnesses? Hm.... I eat Tabasco on wine gums when I watch pro wrestling, I dunno if that's considered a weird habit? Anyway, *shrugs* no one knows abut this cause I watch wrestling alone, since I don't know anyone who wants to watch it with me. Wusses *laughs loud and hoarsely*

For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others Adrian: *Annoyed sigh* I have 3 talents... 4.... which I don't really share with people, unless they are really close to me. It's not secrets, it's just... *shrugs*.... private. I'm private. I paint and draw, I play guitar, I sing, and I cook. All 4 fairly well. But I keep it mostly to myself, cause if others know, it always leads to some sort of social escapade, such as 'sing for me!'. *Frowns*

For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc) Dalton: Uhm *chuckles deeply* that's kinda sort of embarrassing *cheeky grin*... I'd rather not tell *chuckles more shyly* I have this lock of Malou's hair, I keep in my wallet, to always have a part of her with me, wherever I go when she can't join me. It sort of grounds me in a sense.

For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!) Andy: *Cheeky hoarse chuckle* Who says I have a secret diary? I mean I have *chuckles cheekily* but who said it? *Cheeky smirk* ......... you're serious? *Chuckles more awkward this time, then reaches under his bed, dragging out a small dark brown leather bound journal, flipping a bit through it* .... alright *short chuckle* this is so fucking cringe man, I don't exactly expect someone to fucking read this yanno? *Chuckle* Uhm... okay... so this I wrote a while ago, but like within this month I think, there's not a date on everything... uhm yeah... *Starts reading the entry*

We learned to kiss silently Reaching into old fears Swallowed by this convenient illusion Selling canned dreams to bystanders And after all this pain After the smog clears You're still my favorite colors.

#ask answer #Raven McKinney #Brandubh McKinney #Malou Jensen #Evan Thompson #Willow Amalthea Shaw-Cullman #Willow #Adrian Blackwood #Dalton Red #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn

[petruchio]

what if i’m turning 21? my birthday’s in a few days it feels so weird

to be honest i think the advice to just have a little snack and sit in the sun for a while is probably the best thing to remember at any age. but 21 is a weird year! my 21st year was characterized by the extreme uncertainty and confusion that was 2020, so it was hardly normal, but here’s some of my tips for your early early 20s (i say… as a 23 year old) (but hey. maybe my advice still has merit!)

you’re fine. literally it’s fine. whatever you’re worrying about probably either a) doesn’t matter or b) will work itself out in a way you can’t even begin to predict right now. i spent so much of age 21 in a state of absolute despair over not having an internship for the summer of 2020 and was completely convinced that i would never get a job and fail at life forever and ever the end. spoiler alert none of that happened, i have a job now, and i wasted a lot of time beating myself up over a future that wasn’t even real!! so really. it’s going to be fine. i promise.

if you’re in college, try to embrace the process of learning, not just the result. this is such a special time in your life and education, when you are (mostly) free to just *learn* and nothing else!! take advantage of it! but don’t let that take away from making meaningful friendships. skip your readings and drive to the beach at 2am sometimes because you can. try to find a good balance of studying and spending time with friends. inevitably fail to strike the right balance and fall behind in class. try again next week. work too hard and feel like your friends are forgetting you. try again next week. don’t get too down on yourself about it. remember that all your friends are trying too.

the person you are crushing on is probably not your soulmate. but honestly, it’s ok to let yourself think they might be. daydream your whole life with them. gossip about them to your friends. pin all your hopes and dreams on a fantasy version of this person you’ve talked to three times. go ahead. do it. you have my permission. it’s not hurting anyone.

move your body every day. go for a walk and listen to a comically upbeat playlist or call your friend who lives far away. have a dance party with just yourself and your reflection in the mirror. join a dance class or do yoga or find a gym that you like. sometimes the best way to get out of your head is to get into your body. try to get enough sleep and drink enough water. notice what makes you feel good and try to do it again. then do it again until it becomes a habit.

call your mom (or your grandma, your sibling, your best older friend. whoever is important to you). she probably misses you and hey, she actually has some pretty good advice sometimes. take some of it. don’t take the rest of it. learn from your mistakes and get annoyed thinking about how your mom was right. call her again and tell her she was right. remember that while you have youth and boundless energy and possibility on your side, sometimes it helps to talk it out with someone who’s been through it. intergenerational friendships will enrich your life and help you to build a solid network of people who love and support you in many different ways.

eat a vegetable. no seriously please eat vegetables. and fruit. if you have access to a kitchen, try to learn a few quick and healthy meals that you can throw together with whatever you have in the house. this will save you lots of time and money in the long run and you will also feel better

fall in love. fall out of love. get your heart broken. feel everything and write terrible poetry and decide you want to learn the guitar so you can write sad, sad songs about getting your heart broken. meet someone new and forget all about the guitar and the bad poems. read them back to yourself in a year and laugh. read that one line and say to yourself “no, that’s pretty good, actually.” embrace the messiness. have fun with it. take a look inside your brain and turn it into art. it’s all worthwhile.

go outside. watch the seasons change. take pictures of sunsets and clouds. wear good spf and dip your feet in a creek. buy a new coat for fall. on the coldest, darkest evenings, marvel at the fact that you can remember winter happening last year, and how it feels different than winter when you were five, ten, fifteen. when the flowers bloom again in the spring, relish in the fact that you’ve somehow become an entirely different person than you were at this time last year. smile, laugh, and bloom with them.

#answered #dancewyou #i wrote this at 3am and i got sentimental abt it SORRY #advice tag

[doublebattled]

headcanon; a formalized headcanon for the sake of not letting myself forget it in the depths of my tags on other headcanons. Let's talk about Ardbert Blake, the twins' father. No, I don't have a FC for him. If I find him a FC then I'll want to add him as a formal NPC and we cannot have that. As mentioned previously, Ardbert was of Isshu descent. Though a lot of Isshu practices were lost, there are still a handful of core ideas that survived to modern day, which Ardbert practiced. (Grammatical sidebar: "Isshu" refers both to the culture and the people group. Quirk of the language.) A quick rundown:

1. Isshu do not (traditionally) use pokéballs. Tradition is to find and befriend a partner pokémon without catching them. Now, mind you, in the modern day and age, this isn't always practical, so some would opt to capture a pokémon after formally befriending them, particularly if their partner was especially large, dangerous, etc. However, a partner pokémon is typically kept outside of their pokéball as much as possible. That said, Ardbert did not use pokéballs. His partner was Axew, and it still lives with the family in Nuvema.

2. Isshu do not eat farm-raised meat, but wild-caught meat is acceptable. Again, practically speaking, this is somewhat difficult in the modern day: that accounts for, y'know, most meat products. Depending on where they live, many Isshu are effectively vegetarian or pescatarian. (The rules regarding animal byproduct, like in gelatin, are a little loosey goosey, but it's generally regarded as fine: ultimately, it abides by another core principle of Isshu culture, which is to respect the body of what you hunt/kill as to not let it go to waste. What isn't used should be returned to where it was found and returned to nature.)

3. Though far from a hard rule by any means, Isshu marriage tradition dictates that the couple exchange emblems of their partner pokémon when engaged, so the couple is symbolically always together. It's all very cute. Ardbert proposed to the twins' mother with a normal ring, but he also later gave her a bracelet with an axew charm. She still wears it.

4. The major cultural holidays take place on the summer and winter solstices, with the latter being the cultural new year, much like how other cultures recognize a lunar new year. Minor holidays are on the equinoxes.

5. Again, this is far from a hard rule, but music is a very important component of Isshu culture. Many of their core mores and norms are born from concepts that are, culturally and linguistically, tied very HEAVILY to music. As such, it's extremely common for Isshu children to learn how to play an instrument. (Hilda is in possession of Ardbert's guitar and old record collection, both of which are in her apartment.)

Ultimately, his cancer diagnoses and passing were just inevitable tragedies. There was no apparent cause, just a stroke of fate that fucked the family over. As his condition worsened and he could no longer regularly work, the family moved to an apartment Castelia from their home in Opelucid in an effort to save some money. He passed just over eight months after, at which point the family was left pretty shell-shocked. The twins' mother would eventually move them further south, to the Nuvema-Accumula area, and. Yeah, that's all in the other headcanon. The twins were around 12 at this time, so definitely old enough that it generally really shook them.

It was only a few months ago, while their mother was cleaning out some old belongings, that some of his personal research notes resurfaced. Initially, they planned to hand them off to the University; his colleagues in turn recommended donating them to a museum collection, at which point Hilda brought them to the league's Historical Society and suggested the exhibit now on display about the translation of the Abyssal Ruins.

#sips tea. how many people realize isshu is just the japanese name for unova and i was just lazy as shit when i named it? #hit the books ★ { headcanon. } #cancer tw

[tortranslates]

Band BB Chapter 2

[The next day]

Koga: I spent way too much time there.

I wasn't plannin' on shoppin', but the shopkeep kept bringin' new guitar after new guitar. Damn shopkeep...Made me want one. Whatever, it's fine. It put me in a good mood.

(I never thought I'd get my hands on the out-of-print score I gave up on. I was able to buy the tail piece (1) I wanted too. It was out of stock the last time I was there so it ended up bein' a total waste of time.)

(I bet if I looked online, I could get it without worryin' about it bein' out of stock or whatever, but...When it comes to instruments, I wanna see the real thing and hold it myself, y'know? That way I can feel a connection with it.)

(It pisses me off when a shopkeep keeps tryin' to get me to buy shit, but...) Well, I took care of a bunch of stuff. From now on I'll take my service to smaller shops. --Hm? Huh? This shutup building is...Didn't this use to be a music club?

I remember the kouhai performed here. Umm...over there's the sign for a bar, and there's a konbini that way...I was right. The hell...so it went under...Wait. Now that I take a closer look, haven't the other shops changed too?

The music club and music bar are gone, the konbini and other buildings have been replaced, and some of 'em are abandoned. Tch. So what I heard was true, huh...

The failed "music district" put the music club and other music shops in a tough spot, then ES came along and finished 'em off. I wanna do something', but I can't do a damn thing. What a shitty story...

Ibara: --Excuse me? Absolutely not.

Yuuta: Huh? Why not?!

Ibara: Why, you ask? More importantly, isn't it stranger that you thought you would receive permission?

Yuuta: W-well. It's during my off time...And it would be paying back the people who helped me without compensation...(2)

Ibara: ...Good grief. Listen up, okay? While the matter may be personal, more than just being connected to the agency, your popularity, your abilities, your outward appearance, everything is the property of the agency. You can't undersell those things just because it's personal.

Are you planning on snubbing the sponsors who see value in idols and pay large sums of money for them? You--

Yuuta: ...Uu. W-well...(That may be true, but! Underselling...what the heck is that! A little more flexibility would be nice! --More importantly, I'm not an object!)

Ibara: You seem dissatisfied. Yet, I won't allow you to voice that dissatisfaction. There are many situations in which you enjoy the benefits of being part of the agency.

Yuuta: ...Benefits?

Ibara: Yes, that's correct. Why do you think job after job comes in for you?

It's because you have someone who markets for you and gets you those jobs. 

Yuuta: Uu... 

Ibara: You know how you can devote yourself to performing without worry? That's because there's someone who handles all the troublesome work for you. 

Yuuta: Guu..

Ibara: And why do you think you don't see society's ill will? Because the agency protects you from such things.

Yuuta: ...

Ibara: So long as that is the case, you cannot have such selfish opinions. Moreover. This agency will not stand by and let our idols be exploited.

Yuuta: That’s not true! I'm not being exploited! It's just, they asked me to come for old time's sake...You don't have to say such horrible things!

Ibara: They are exploiting you. There is no mistake. There is an abundance of places that would be happy to exploit a celebrity.

Can you differentiate between acceptable and unacceptable? Can you explain that this is distinction, not discrimination? (3)

Moreover. Rather than working frantically on something so pointless, focus on jobs that make money. In this industry, that is how you will grow and reach the future.

TL Notes: 

(1) the piece that anchors the strings

(2)  He's saying that the music club helped 2wink out by letting them perform even though there was nothing in it for the club

(3)  Basically "can you explain what exploitation is acceptable? can you explain that this job is an exception and you're not discriminating against other jobs?"

#oogami koga #saegusa ibara #aoi yuuta #scout story

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diary214

4/16-17/2024

tuesday - wednesday

feeling better today.

and still feeling better little bit by bit. i did something kinda dumb and jumped on buying a new laptop this morning and then decided, not that one, another one that's from acer instead of lenovo cuz i don't want something made too badly, i suppose. so now i am waiting on that cancellation to go thru, get my money back, and then by this other one that should be better than the lenovo thing. the only thing that had going for it was that it had like 24 gb of ram + 2 tb ssd, and that's maybe whatever, basically i know i need at least 16 + 1 tb, this thing i have doesn't even have an ssd and the it's 12gb of ram, the cpu is is like, from 2016, this new one would be like a 2023 cpu, it'd just be an upgrade in such a serious way, almost entirely i think. it'd be very nice and honestly? i am just thinking about all the stickers i have collected that i have been waiting to put on a laptop. i am so freaking excited about that... there's this sticker i have of a stuffed animal bear with its guts out, there's this sticker of cute cherubim flying around and it's shiny... there's a bunch of others... there's a yume nikki sticker. like omg... it will be soooo cute. cuter than this one, which is still cute. but not way cute. if i have a cute machine... i'll at least feel 10% cuter daily and that'll make me a little less crazy maybe.

anyway, today i made a new guitar tone for some of the problem songs and i think it's maybe basically perfect, so i'll see about that later i gueszzszss, i wanna listen tomorrow instead of immediately after exporting, in album context, just to see how it all comes off and maybe tomorrow will be good for vocals too. we'll see. i go in at 6 so i have time...

i hope, at least. i could waste it all. maybe this order cancellation will go badly but it's not like the order really had the chance to process fully. so it should be okay, i imagine.

listening to this now. conqueror is a good record i need to go back to it.

god now i am listening to this:

when i was in highschool, this was like, one of the most important songs ever, to me, between all the fucked up screamo stuff, weird electronic music, industrial stuff, there was this thing, it weighed on me more than any gy!be song, this felt like, i dunno, it puts me in a state of incoherence but i'll try to speak it, it was that kind of feeling you get, i knew i was headed into a future of some kind, it was really violently hitting me at various points, but especially senior year i think, the skull-cap of life had been opened up, and there was just this new firmament visible from the interior, i was caught in there staring out, the bone-white rim and black sky, a whole nothing arriving, a monstrous tide, and i understood it, and was part of it, i was bound for it, it's not like, death, it really was the dimness of the possible, where no light is because it is undifferentiated, that sort of yawning void crawled into me, and i felt the weight of the world and felt much of it as a kind of waste, cheapness surrounding me, you feel this lovely and swelling thing in those moments which are cheap, minor, standing in parking lots under cloudy skies, waiting for the bus to come take you home, stuff like that.

wow, you can see my old comment from 7 years ago on that. i feel so dumb seeing myself online but there's something sweet about that i guess, so like, whatevs.

how strange it is to see myself. it makes me kind of sad i guess. i am the thing i always was which is what i want to be. but i wonder if that means there's something wrong or whatever.

because i had to run to work, i could not read. tomorrow i need to and also i need to read some of that hito steyerl book tomorrow. it's like, good to read those kinds of essays. i read an essay tonight also,

this was interesting . i guess one thought not against but questioning it, is wonder if maybe the borderline experience is, while an expression of need for ways out, desire for revolt, and efforts toward that, if it still emerges from/in response to and so somewhat crafted by an apparatus of individualizing disciplines? i don't know. i know that in many ways, this analysis here is right, it is a response and expression of this need for a way out, and i don't want to say it's like, a 'condition' of useless thrashing, i don't think it is, but i do think that maybe it's helpful to imagine it as the need and desire for revolt expressed, rather than the revolt itself. instantiations of the need and drives, maybe even tiny mobilizations of those things, but i guess here what i am responding to is the sense that it is 'one,' not in a one of many way, but the response, an almost ideal one, when in truth i don't really want to foreclose on any potentiality, but i don't think the author here is doing that, i just tend to see that in things i guess because i am a freak or something.

it's hard to have too many thoughts on it, but i do like it, i also need to get to another essay i saw on that ill will website, about ecofascism i think.

anyway i need to sleep now, so

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!

#Youtube