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youmakemyhearthowl · 1 year

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Punk Princess

And just like that, a tradition was born. Every Tuesday night, when Hopper was out working the late shift (because apparently Steve lived with him and El what? ) Eddie would come over to the Hopper-Harrington residence and host DnD nights.

This was quite literally killing Eddie.

“Gareth, dude you don’t understand, now that he’s more healed up than before he’s started walking around in like tank tops and he has a monster tattooed on his fucking arm. I didn’t think he could get any hotter. And, and he is so fucking soft with his sister El, it’s insane. Like a total mom about her and it’s killing me. Gareth I’m dying, I’m dead, I wanna suck his dick so bad” Jeff groans from somewhere in the back of the garage, setting up a few of the amps.

“Eddie I swear to god, I’m going to kill you if you don’t shut up.” Gareth grumbles, slamming a drum stick down on the symbol for emphasis.

“Yesterday he fucking, just sat in my lap on the throne they have for the game set up, because there wasn’t a chair and it took everything in me not to pop a woody right then and there. Have you seen his ass?” Eddie couldn’t contain the dreamy sigh he let out as Mack cursed him out from somewhere to the left.

“Wait, you said he had a tattoo?” Jeff perks up leaning his arms on the amp in front of him. Gareth groans.

“Jeff, don’t encourage his behavior.”

“Jeff my man, he has two tattoos, the one on his arm is this super sick art work of some creature whose mouth opens like a flower and it’s just covered in teeth. Will told me he drew it for him and they call it a Demogorgon even though it looks nothing like the actual one in DnD. And there's one on his hip, although I don’t know what it is cause I only saw a little bit of it peaking out once but it looked like flowers or something.”

“Wait Steve knows DnD?” Mack is the one to speak up this time, and Gareth just bangs his head on the drums in front of him.

“Yes!” Eddie shouts, hopping up off the couch he’s on to pace out some of the energy just thrumming under his skin. “Sometimes when we play, he’ll be with the girls like braiding Max’s hair while El braids Robins and he will just, fucking chime in with his knowledge of something or other that’s happening in the campaign. Dustin gets unreasonably attached to whatever Steve recommends too, even if it might be a poor play.”

“Huh, maybe you should invite him to Hellfire.” It’s Gareth that speaks up this time, a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes Eddie feel a little nauseous.

“No, absolutely not.”

“Eddie come on, you never shut up about the guy, and this way it’d give you another reason to spend time with him. And we wouldn't have to hear you wax poetic about his ass during a campaign.” Jeff offers out, and actually that’s not a bad idea, even though he can see Gareth and Jeff and Mack exchanging sneaky looks out of the corner of his eyes, he thinks they might actually be on to something, Because if Steve comes to Hellfire, he’ll be on Eddies turf, and maybe for once he’ll have the upper hand and get Steve flustered.

“Alright, yea I’ll do it. I’m gonna ask Steve to join Hellfire.” He nods his head spinning on his heels and scooping up his guitar. “Are we gonna practice or what?”

He just barely misses getting hit in the face by the drum stick Gareth sends flying at him.

Eddie’s absolutely terrified walking into school Thursday morning. He’s got a whole speech planned out to convince Steve to join Hellfire staying up late to prepare and practice it, but he just knows in his gut he’s gonna fumble the execution.

Gareth comes saddling up next to him as he makes his way down the hall towards the outside bleachers where they usually spend Hellfire’s free period. He knows Robin and Steve are usually out there as well so the conversation is sneaking up on him fast.

“You gonna ask him?” Gareth whispers in his ear, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Obviously.” He knows you can hear the nerves in his voice and Gareth just throws his head back and laughs.

“Alright, good luck.” He offers before skip stepping over to where the rest of Hellfire is sat, and Eddie takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he turns towards where Steve and Robin are.

He fucking flat lines.

Steve's standing on top of the highest part of the bleachers, his battle vest sitting over his black denim jacket open to reveal the soft pastel blue sweater he has underneath, and his arm is outstretched with a long roll of paper, pretending like its a sword or something as he marches back and forth. His hair is spiked slightly today to make it a cross between a traditional mohawk and the fluffy hawk he usually wears it as, and his eyes are lined in a bright blue liner with gray smoke around them. He notices idly that Steve had pierced his other eyebrow to make up for the one Billy had ripped out, and he’d shaved a little extra in the scar where the old one was so he has a slit in his eyebrow now.

Fuck he can’t do this.

Shit why is Steve so fucking hot.

He can hear Gareth and Jeff cackling off to the right as he just stands there, hands in his pockets open mouth gaping at Steve, but he can’t get his feet to move.

“Oi, Munson.” It’s Robin's voice that brings his brain back online, Her hands waving back and forth over her head. “Come here, I need your opinion on something.” And who is Eddie if not too oblige to that demand. So he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders and saunters his way over to them.

“Okay so Steve thinks he’d be a barbarian in DnD right? But I’m convinced he’s more of a Cleric. What do you think?”

And isn’t this the perfect opening. The universe shinning down on him for the first time in his life, and he’d be stupid if he didn’t grab this opportunity by the balls and run with it.

“Actually, Stevie, I think you’re more of a Paladin.” Steve stumbles slightly on the bench he’s still marching on, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets now, Eddie can see a soft blush rising to his cheeks. “Like okay, you know how Paladins have their belief and their oath right? Well your oath is totally the kids, or in this case The Party you’d play with. And you’re damn loyal too so you’d bend over backwards to make sure your party stays as safe as they possibly can no matter the quest.” As he talks he sees Steve's cheeks steadily grow redder and redder, scratching the back of his neck and turning his face bashfully. Hook, line.

Eddie’s on his own turf now, he’s just gotta see if he can drive it home.

“If you wanna try your hand at it, we are starting a new campaign in Hellfire tonight, and you can join. Robin too.” Robin's face lights up, joy mixed with mischief and he wonders if it’s a good idea to actually have her in the same room as Gareth and Jeff. But Steve's eyes are shining a bit as he ambles down the bleacher bench till he's standing almost nose to nose with Eddie.

“You asking me on a date, Munson?” God fucking damn it, this fuckers smooth . Eddie groans internally, because apparently Steve seems to always have the upper hand, and Eddie can't catch a break. Taking a deep breath, Eddie rolls for charisma and leans a little bit closer to Steve, the tips of their noses brushing.

“See if you can even survive the campaign and maybe I’ll think about taking you to dinner, Princess.” Steve’s eyes grow big and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, nodding his head slightly.

And sinker . Eddie’s got him right where he wants him.

#Punk Steve #Punk!Steve #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steddie fanfiction #Hexx Drabbles #Gareth is so done #punk princess fic

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1-800-hellraiser · 4 years

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Playdate (Jeff the Killer x Male!Reader)

Requested by: no one

Pages: 3.1

Words: 1,084

Genre: Some angst, but pretty fluffy

Associated song: Playdate - Melanie Martinez

!Tw! Swearing and arguing

(A/n: I was wondering if you guys would want a Creepypasta hc's book once this one is finished. Not to worry, This one won't be done for a while, I just wanna get your guys' opinions <3 The poll is on my Quotev right here)

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"You know I give a fuck about you everyday, I guess it's time that I tell you the truth. If you share your toys will you let me stay? I don't wanna leave this playdate with you."

You keep trying to get this punk ass bitch off of your mind, it's becoming annoying how much you think about him on a day-to-day basis. You've tried everything to get this rat bastard off of your mind, drawing, movie marathons, musicals, writing, everything! Who is this mysterious bastard you ask? Well, it's Jeff the killer. Yup, him. He breaks into your house every week, and you're falling for him. He usually breaks into your house and crashes there, he's a terrible person, and yet you keep thinking about him. You know he's supposed to come over tomorrow, because he gave you a heads up in the form of a note on your window.

At least he gave you a heads up this time, the last time he broke in, you almost shot him. Anyways, you want to talk to him about maybe, I don't know, breaking into someone else's house for a change. Even though you want him, you decide it's better to get him out of your life so you're not tempted by him anymore. You hate to do it, but you have some morals, and those morals are screaming at you to make him leave. You have to emotionally prepare for tomorrow, because this won't be easy.

Jeff may or may not have just murdered a couple and stole their flowers to give to you tomorrow. Tomorrow is a big day for him. Why? Because he's going to confess his feelings for you. This is a little out of character for Jeff, but he hasn't felt this kind of love for another person for a long time. Let alone someone who is the same gender, the last time that happened was in middle school. Anyway, Jeff returns to the mansion, he puts the flowers in a vase next to a window in his room. Jeff steps out of his room and fails to notice the floating elf glitch right next to his door.

"Hey Jeff, what's with the flowers?" "FUCKING CHRIST," Jeff jumps in surprise to hear BEN next to him. BEN snorts and Jeff shoots him a glare, Jeff then smile and simply says "nonnya". BEN tilts his head in confusion, Jeff finishes with "Nonnya business." BEN huffs and continues to pester him. "Nah dude, seriously though, what's with the flowers? They go against your entire," BEN looks Jeff up and down then motions to him with his hand, "demeanor." Jeff sighs, knowing he's going to have to tell BEN or else he will be annoyed by him for the rest of the week or even month.

"Well, they're for a hot guy who I befriended after trying to kill him." Jeff explains begrudgingly, a shit-eating grin forms on BEN's face. "Ooooooh~ Jeffy likes someone!" BEN practically yells as Jeff slaps a hand over BENs mouth. Jeff feels a wet sensation across the palm of his hand. He immediately takes his hand off of BENs mouth, "Ew dude, how the fuck do you have saliva?" Jeff questions, wiping his hand vigorously on his black jeans. BEN only smiles and shrugs, Jeff sighs and starts to walk to the kitchen, BEN follows. "What do you want?" "I was gonna ask if you wanted to have a video game playing session." Jeff thinks for a moment then nods. It'll do him good, and will probably force you out of his head finally.

You toss and turn in bed, trying to at least get some sleep tonight, you finally get up. What's the point of staying in bed when there is so much to be done? You trudge over to the kitchen and start making some coffee, as you sit and wait for the coffee to brew, you worry about telling Jeff to leave. You sigh and lean your arm on the counter, what if he tries to kill you? What if he hurts you? What if you hurt him? As these intrusive thoughts run through your head, you hear a knock on your window. You whip your head around to see Jeff perched outside your window, waving at you. You open the window and Jeff climbs through, he seems to have something hidden behind his back. Brushing it off, you prepare to tell Jeff.

"So, Y/n, I came early because I need to tell you something important. I haven't been able to get you off of my mind lately, and I wanted to ask," Jeff pulls out a gorgeous bouquet of f/c and red roses, "would you be my boyfriend?" Jeff finishes, looking at you with hope in his eyes. Your heart drops, you feel terrible. "Jeff, I'm so sorry, I can't take those, I can't have you coming here anymore. I hope you understand." Jeff's hopeful look drops into a sorrowful one, he smiles sadly and nods. He goes to hop back out the window, your jaw drops, realizing what you've done.

"Jeff, wait." Jeff turns around and gazes at you longingly, you meet his eyes and motion for him to come to you. Jeff carefully pads over to you, you gently side your hand onto his face to cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, and you lean your lips onto his. Both of your lips move in perfect synch. You both pull away for air, before you could keep going, you have to say something. "I'm sorry Jeff, I really want to be with you. I thought I could sweep my feelings under the rug, because you're a murderer, but now I realize," you lean in about in inch away from his chapped lips, "I don't give a fuck what you do, I'll love you anyway." You place another sweet kiss on his lips.

#creepypasta jtk #creepypasta #creepypasta jeff the killer #jtk x reader #jtk #writer #writers on tumblr #writing #oneshot #ilysm <333 #ily <3333 #ilyyy #requests are open

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BnHA Chapter 240: PLIFF

Previously on BnHA: Shigaraki “Thanos” Tomura gleefully reduced an entire city to dust while laughing maniacally. You know, villain things. He almost turned Re-Destro to dust as well, but Re-Destro got around that by chopping off his own legs. Like it was no big. I still haven’t quite managed to process that yet. Anyway, so everyone was real impressed by Tomura at this point, because how could you not be, and to sum things up, Re-Destro basically accepted him as his lord and savior and handed the Meta Liberation Army over to him. So now Shigaraki Tomura, noted crazy person and heir to All for One’s empire, who has just upgraded his quirk so as to be able to destroy basically anything within an unknown range without even having to touch the thing directly, and who has also pledged to destroy the entire world, has an army. And he also has Gigantomachia, who was watching him all hearts-in-eyes while he did his thing. So all in all this has been a very productive arc for the League of Villains. And meanwhile, the League of Everyone Else may want to think about changing their name to “League of People About To Be Incredibly Fucking Screwed.”

Today on BnHA: The League of Villains, in what is clearly the best rebranding move since New Coke, renames itself the “Paranormal Liberation Front”, a.k.a. PLF, a.k.a. PLIFF because that’s what it instantly became in my head and you can’t stop me. Among PLIFF’s Finest is newly initiated member Hawks, whose mystery bag is finally confirmed to have contained exactly what we all thought it was going to contain. I don’t even want to talk about that. I’m still in denial. But also weirdly thrilled. I’m terrible. Anyway, so Hawks is all “:) we’re fucked,” agreeing with the consensus the general fandom has come to over the past week, and palling around with his new best friend Dabi as he frantically tries to come up with some kind of plan. Maybe the heroes can try rebranding themselves as “the Supernatural Emancipation Cavalry.” That wouldn’t really solve anything, but it’d be funny to watch the villains come to realize they’re being mocked. Sorry but y’all brought this on yourselves.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

so I received an ask from a very kind anon warning me to be careful of spoilers for this chapter. thank you, anon! rest assured that I have been very cautious, and am pleased to inform everyone that I’m diving in spoiler-free this week. so bring on your Kacchan hero names, your Best Jeanist heads, your new Deku quirks, and whatever other twists you want to toss my way, manga. but especially that first one. this arc has been fantastic, but now that it’s wrapping up, I miss my kids and I would like to check in with them soon. they grow up so fast and time is precious

so apparently the title for this chapter is “Power”, which could mean lots of things, but I imagine it’s not something that bodes well for our heroes. honestly does anything bode well for them at this point. they’re not having much luck on the boding front

oh cool, a time jump! so this is apparently now one week after “the deadly battle.” wow, way to sum everything up in the blandest terms possible while still being accurate. like, yeah, that is what it was, but somehow it doesn’t quite communicate the full magnitude of what actually went down, you know?

anyway so the town basically looks like it got hit by a fucking meteor

new crack theory that a time-traveling Shigaraki Tomura is what actually killed the dinosaurs

wow would you fucking look at this

I guess this is the BnHA version of “an unfortunate training exercise”

also I like how they didn’t think it would be believable that one sleepy boi could cause all of this destruction, so they amped it up to twenty fucking guys instead. sob. why did they even bother giving Tomura an army. he is an army

lol the bullshit continues

“reporting to you live from Deika City, an innocent and wholesome country town in no way affiliated with an extreme right-wing quirk supremacist movement, where citizens recently found themselves victims of an entirely unprovoked attack by no fewer than twenty, and definitely more than six, villains. the brave citizens proceeded to fight them off, and definitely killed them all and didn’t surrender to them and elect their leader as their new god. also the president of Detnerat just happened to be there. just coincidentally. he definitely was not the one who instigated the entire thing. when asked for comment, Mr. Yotsubashi responded, quote, ‘nonsense, I’m no hero. would you call a man a hero just because he fought off an army of villains alone and selflessly sacrificed his own legs to ensure that justice prevailed? would you call that heroic? poppycosh. that’s just the kind of man I am. I wouldn’t call myself brave. ‘humble,’ maybe. ‘handsome’, perhaps. but a hero? no. I’m just an everyday, all-around good type of person, that’s all.’ so there you have it. truly a courageous figure. a gallant example of truly stellar fortitude and virtue. we need more Yotsubashi Rikiyas in these trying times. back to you, Jeff”

anyway, so the media in BnHA. fairly gullible, huh?

so now the report is concluding with a statement that the investigation is still ongoing. uh huh. damn they really got away scot-free with all this, huh

and we’re cutting to a close-up of sushi! oh my god. Compress have your dreams finally come true at last

yesssss oh my god. I’m so happy for him

(ETA: on my second read-through I paid attention to try to see whether or not Compress had finally gotten a new robot arm, but it’s impossible to tell. he’s only using his right hand here, and later on when he goes on stage with the rest of them he’s wearing his usual trenchcoat and gloves. I’m just gonna assume he finally got the upgrade he wanted, though. nice to see you so content, Mister I-Ran-Around-A-Lot.)

excuse me, what, Dabi? he didn’t even do anything?? as opposed to you, who basically just set yourself on fire and glared at Frogurt for half a dozen chapters?? don’t hurt yourself climbing back down from that high horse you punk

lol what

I don’t even have to scroll down to the rest of this page to immediately know this is some bullshit. she’s not dead. out of everyone in the League she’s probably third most important after Tomura and Mr. You-Didn’t-Even-Do-Anything above. her quirk is too plot-critical for her to actually be dead. you’re not gonna kill off the ONLY GIRL IN THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS, either. Horikoshi who do you even think you’re fooling

ah, yep

Togaaaaaaaaa omg. I’d hug you but you’d stab me. but I’m so happy to see you my precious baby girl

and it actually makes sense for Twice to be mourning the clone, though, and I’m glad they showed it. because he of all people understands that the clone is the person to at least some degree. like, it’s nice that he doesn’t just view them as disposable and he respects them. he’s so nice omfg

anyway so it looks like he’s back to being crazy though

oh well, it was nice while it lasted. at least he doesn’t appear traumatized anymore. and he has a boyfriend now too. where is Giran anyway

now fucking Skeptic is walking in like he’s on the set of a fucking sitcom

[canned audience laughter]

nice touch on the following page with Hanabata starting to refer to Re-Destro as “The Supreme...” before catching himself and amending it to just “Re-Destro”

oh wow

damn, LoV, y’all went from poverty straight to the .01%. talk about an upgrade

oh my god there’s a secret passage

oh my god it leads to a secret basement

trying not to think about the last time we were in a secret villain basement. this isn’t like that. relax. that arc is over now. deep breaths

holy shit

this is like the fucking Mines of Moria. complete with a Balrog. jesus christ

omg look who got himself a BRAND NEW SUIT AND TIE ENSEMBLE oh shiiit

is that a fucking fur-lined coat. Shigaraki Tomura has officially upgraded to KHR Villain status. what a little shit. I adore you, you son of a bitch

and I thought he destroyed all the hands?? come on dude, I know it’s like your signature look, but I was hoping we were going in a different direction from here on out. ah well

wow, Horikoshi

just once. just once I would like this man to leave a plothole unaddressed for more than one page. god I love this manga

anyway so they’re fully lampshading the fact that this one hand somehow miraculously survived, and they’re all “I guess it’s his trademark, huh?” yep, that’s right. his lewk. now be quiet, you two. which of us is doing the recap here

so now RD is up on stage showing off the weirdest fucking wheelchair I’ve ever seen, and singing Tomura’s praises

it’s remarkable how quickly his ego adapted to his brand new role as head of Tomura’s PR. he almost seems to be enjoying this more than when he was the leader

oh shit??

A NEW NAME?? oh my god. edge of my seat. can’t wait. take it away boys

LOOOOOOOL what

sob this makes it sound like they do ghost investigations. is there a League of Villains Buzzfeed Unsolved AU. this is what happens when you put the otaku in charge of the name

just. why paranormal. they thought it sounded cool?? and am I really supposed to type out PLF and not pronounce it like “pliff” in my head moving forward?? yeah, that’s not happening. you guys are now PLIFF. congratulations

thank god they’ve still got Tomura to lend legitimacy to this whole ridiculous operation. god, there’s something I never thought I’d say. Tomura why are you now the part of the League -- excuse me, PLIFF -- that I actually take the most seriously. god

y’all heard the man. whatever we want. this is happening. just remember kid, you gave me permission

holy shit you guys is that motherfucking Carvel!?!? I was staring at the panel all “WHO IS THIS” and wondering if they’d somehow brought Kizuki back to life, oh my god. I’m fucking dying send help. he looks like Galaxy Express 999. my brain is short-circuiting

anyway so everyone is all HOORAY WE LOVE THIS and they’re all cheering

HOMBGLKDF

DSLFKSHDLGK HEY BOY, HOW ARE YOU LIKING BEING A MEMBER OF THIS NEW HERE VILLAIN CULT. WHERE’S THE FUCKING BAG, HAWKS

SDFKSJDLFKSDLKFH A FLASHBACK AHHHHHH

I CAN’T TURN THE PAGE OH GOD NO SOMEBODY ELSE DO IT

OH MOTHERFUCKING SHIT

my jaw just. fucking. -- -----------

okay Hawks. fucking explain. how did you do it. is it a fake?? surely it’s not the real deal?? oh god, the memes have now become terribly real. I have no choice but to embrace this with even more stupid jokes and memes as a coping mechanism or I’m gonna lose it

but for real, they didn’t seriously do my boy Jeanist like that. Paramount Optimal Jeanist did not survive a point-blank attack from motherfucking All For One just to get shanked by Hawks so that he could get good with PLIFF, only to be, and I quote, “too late...!”

(ETA: and on readthrough #2, Dabi does indeed bring up the fact that this might not actually be Jeanist’s corpse. “setting aside the issue of whether he is who you say he is...” so even he acknowledges that shenanigans could be afoot.

but he seems convinced it’s a real body at the very least. though did it never occur to you that he could have just picked it up from the morgue, dude? that’s gonna be my go-to theory for now at any rate.)

is now a good time for me to bring up something I’ve been wondering about for a while, which is how Bakugou is going to take this? yes, Bakugou. “okay makeste, I know he’s your favorite and I know you miss him, but what kind of mental cartwheels are you doing in order to make this situation with Hawks and PLIFF somehow relate to Bakugou Katsuki, whom we last saw twenty fucking chapters ago, and who has absolutely nothing to do with this?”

well I’m glad you asked, and you see, it’s because (a) the internship, and (b) because we already know Katsuki blames himself for at least one hero’s downfall as a result of what happened in Kamino, and I could easily see him having a similar response to Best Jeanist’s injury and subsequent disappearance. like, we already know this shit is all over the news. and Bakugou knows Jeanist personally. and so now what with him being missing, I can’t help but wonder if he’ll blame himself again for being the reason Jeanist was there at Kamino, and lost a lung, and so forth

and I realize this tangent is coming sort of out of left field, but seeing as this arc is finally wrapping up, and we can expect to cut back to the U.A. kids again soon, I just figured I’d bring it up now, because we’ll see if I’m right or not shortly

anyway. so let’s get back on topic. best dead Jeanist. oh god

but it seems like it did, at least, finally convince Dabi of Hawks’s sincere villainous intentions. so we have that one minor win, I guess. congratulations Hawks, now you know about the secret villain basement and their new rebranding. was it worth it you bastard

oh shit. actually, maybe it was. because now he understands just how incredibly screwed they are sob

so he doesn’t know for sure about the Noumu yet. so Tomura still has that little ace up his sleeve. fucking great

but him knowing about the Detnerat thing is big, though. so now the heroes know not to trust any of their equipment, or any of their lackeys like fucking Slidin’ Go. that’s something, at least

and you gotta love the whole “equal to, if not greater than” bit, sob. never in my life have I ever seen something so egregiously understated. “Shigaraki might be more powerful than the heroes at this point” yeah, you think!? god

holy shit Re-Destro calm the fuck down

Tomura’s telling him to get lost, and he’s immediately making himself scarce lol. good riddance

and Tomura is now kneeling dramatically and pounding his fist on the floor. okay

hey

I take offense, sir. “League of Villains” had a timeless air about it. and more importantly, you couldn’t abbreviate it to the sound that someone makes when they plop down tiredly onto a couch

oh shit!!!!

THIS LAST PAGE HAD BETTER BE A TERRIFYING PANEL OF THE HIGH END NOUMUS, OMG. I’M HOLDING MY BREATH

GODDAMMIT IT’S JUST ANOTHER SEXY CLOSEUP OF TOMURA’S FACE

I mean, can you actually call it that at this point? can you actually “grant” something to someone if they already have more of it than they know what to do with?

but I mean, we know what he really means though, so fair enough

oh ffs now he’s saying “but first there’s something I’d like you to do for me” oh my god enough with these side quests!

he wants him to transport something, apparently. ARE YOU HATCHING SOME NEW SCHEME oh gosh

oh my god and meanwhile Hotwings is becoming canon right before our eyes holy shit

of course!! he’s fucking thrilled!! everything is just!! so great!! right now!! :)!!!!!

oh my god Hawks

“Endeavor, and everyone” I see what you did there kid

(ETA: and as far as I recall, Endeavor doesn’t even know about his undercover mission yet. I wonder how he’s going to react when he finds out. your adopted son is now best friends with your presumed-dead son! and in mortal danger omg.)

wow. wow. and that’s the end of the chapter. fucking shit

so! lots to process! Hawks really did it! the absolute madman!! and Dabi fucking loves him now, which is great, if you like things that inevitably end in tragedy. then that’s great for you. but otherwise I guess it’s not so great

so I wonder if our next arc will be the Undercover Hawks Antics arc, or if we’ll be getting back to Deku and the gang. I’m guessing the latter because it’s been a while, but it’s definitely exciting to see this particular plotline finally advancing and becoming more intricate

so basically I have no idea what to expect next week. which is amazing. I’m so fucking excited. now if Horikoshi could just leave us all a little pity disclaimer clarifying that no Jeanists were actually harmed in the making of this chapter and that it was all CGI or some shit, that would be great :/

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha 240 #best jeanist #hawks #shigaraki tomura #league of villains #excuse me -- pliff #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #so. hawks #like do you ever just straight up refuse to believe a guy is capable of murder #just because he's so handsome and charming #hawks: 'so anyway here's a bag with the remains of the man I killed inside'#me: 'nah you didn't kill anyone'#hawks: 'literally you saw me corner him in his apartment and draw a weapon and now I'm presenting you with a body and saying I did it'#me: 'nope. clearly there's some other explanation'#I'm joking but I'm also deadly serious lol #he's too soft. he pretends like he's not but he is!#mofo is out here feigning being all hardcore #but dammit we know the truth #anyways #rip to whoever's corpse that actually is #jeanist you punk I hope you're enjoying yourself wherever you are

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morallygreyprompts · 5 years

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Bad Things Happen Bingo Continuation #15

(Yeah these aren’t gonna go in number order).

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Setting a Broken Bone.

Mentor left Hero for a while before they decided to try again, this time with a peace offering of tea, supper, and some pain killers. They walked silently towards Hero’s room but stopped at the door, hearing voices.

“-say thank you, [Vigilante]. I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t shown up… Tell them what?... No. No, they don’t know- No I’m not telling them! I told them I fell and didn’t roll. They were mad enough at hearing [Villain] was nearby, let alone if I said I had to fight them. They don’t listen, and then when they do want to listen they’ve pissed you off so much you don’t want to.”

Mentor heard them clear their throat and sniff back a blocked nose. “I’m okay, I’m okay... Yeah, Sorry I had to ring you up like this, I just… yeah. Look, please do me one last favour. Be careful, alright? [Villain] is planning something and if they did this to me to get me out of action I don’t want you to risk the same. Alright, alright. Bye.”

Mentor frowned and waited a minute or so before they knocked on the door.

“What is it?” Hero asked. Mentor opened the door with their elbow, being sure not to spill anything on the tray. Hero was sitting on their bed with their foot up.

“Thought you might be hungry,” Mentor said quietly. “I brought some more pills for you too. It's uh, it's better not to take them on an empty stomach.”

Hero’s face turned sour for a split second, pondering snapping at them but they breathed out that frustration. “Thank you,” they said.

Mentor set it down on the bedside table. They hovered for a moment. “You feel like telling me what happened?”

Hero looked up at them and shook their head.

“Please?”

“I already told you,” Hero said patiently. “I fell. Bone must have been weak from overtraining like you said. There's nothing else to say.”

“[Villain] didn't hurt you after you hurt your leg, did they? Only if you couldn't move-”

Hero waved it off. “Nah. They laughed and ran off to do who knows what.”

Mentor nodded and decided to leave it at that. They headed for the door. “I realise how harsh I was on you before. You just make me worry sometimes and it doesn't come out right. I know I shouldn't do it so… I apologise.”

Hero looked a bit surprised but nodded. “Okay.”

Then Mentor shut the door.

“[Vigilante]... They know what happened,” they murmured. Mentor glanced back at Hero's door. “I'll see if they'll tell me.” It didn’t take Hero long to go to bed. Once Mentor was confident they were asleep, they headed out into the night.

Mentor found Vigilante sharpening their knives on a rooftop next to a small speaker, listening in on police business.

“Well this is a surprise,” they said without looking up.

“You know what happened to [Hero]?”

“Sure do. Wasn’t pretty- hold on a sec.” Vigilante turned up the speaker, listening to an officer talking about them. Vigilante pulled various disapproving looks towards the language the officer was using to describe them. Once they’d finished they turned it back down to its normal volume.

“Ooh, Ol’ Jeff is getting really creative with insults for me. You hear that!? My mother would’ve washed my mouth out with soap for even one word of what he calls me. But he’s having marriage problems so if it makes him feel better I’m glad I can be of service to him, I guess. They’re yet to figure out that I can hear every single word they say in that car-”

“[Vigilante],” Mentor sighed, crossing their arms. “[Hero].”

“Right, right.” Vigilante put the knives back in their sheaths and gave Mentor their full attention. “[Hero] basically got ambushed.”

“What?!”

“Am-bushed,” Vigilante broke the word down, making Mentor scowl. “I came in later on, but from what I’ve been told [Villain] found them and they couldn’t run from them. They tried to fight, got wiped out and Villain broke their leg to get them out of action. Then I showed up to them laughing as they tried to crawl away from them.”

“So they didn’t attack you?”

“Would you attack the angry vigilante with sharp objects?” Vigilante grinned and raised their eyebrow. “No, didn’t think so. Their work was done so it made no difference to them.”

Mentor’s heart sank. “They didn’t tell me... Why didn’t they tell me? Did they honestly think I’d be mad at them for that?”

Vigilante rubbed the back of their neck as they raked their mind for an answer. “I think it’s more of a knock to their confidence. They’re really wound up by the fact they got beat so easily. They keep saying they shouldn’t have gotten jumped and beating themselves up over it. They’re embarrassed, [Mentor]. All that training and it seemed to make no difference. They’re trying so hard to get better- what with what happened at the bank and all.”

“I know,” Mentor sighed. “They are improving, but it takes time. They aren’t giving themselves that time.”

Vigilante raised their hands in mock defeat. “I’ve tried telling them. They want to be better asap, to stop [Villain] killing anyone else.”

“Then it’s a terrible shame about their leg, isn’t it?” Villain suddenly called out from the far side of the building. Mentor rushed into a fighting stance and Vigilante launched their speaker at them. It very nearly hit them had they not sidestepped.

“A two for one offer. The old timer and the young punk,” Villain grinned.

“Excuse you, only Jeff gets to call me a punk,” Vigilante grumbled.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to be putting you both out of commission tonight. I have some business to attend to and it’s a ‘no heroes allowed’ event. Although,” Villain eyed up Mentor, “I might make an exception. It’s been a while, [Mentor].”

“Not long enough,” Mentor growled. “You attacked my hero. I won’t let that stand.” Villain laughed, “No, I didn’t really let [Hero] stand either, did I?” Mentor ran at Villain with fists clenched and a bellow of anger.

#hero and villain #writing prompts #writing #continuation #hero #villain #mentor #vigilante #how do people get paragraphs of tags?#anyway i actually really like how this one turned out #guess who might have just accidentally added another story to their to-write list #whoops

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wildshadowtamer · 5 years

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Relax, Stay Calm and Breathe

I made my first creepypasta story! It includes Kagekao, Puppeteer & Zachary, Seed Eater, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack and Dr.Smiley! (my version)

No real warnings other than a bit of angst and a tiny bit of shipping at the end.

I put translations for Kagekao so you can understand, keep in mind I used a translator so the translations are probably off but I have the English versions of what he meant to say next to it so excuse any mistakes!

Kagekao by Jinbeizamezama, Puppeteer and Zachary by BleedingHeartworks and ‘Dr Smiley’ (original, not my fanon ver) by KotoriOtome.

"これは楽しいゲームです！" (This is a fun game!) Kagekao spoke, his mask grinning happily, "Kage, nobody understands what you're saying" Puppeteer commented, sitting in his string hammock lazily, making Painter look away from his painting. "don't be so harsh, Puppet, he's a Japanese demon, give him a break." He added in, re-adjusting his mask and clearing his throat before continuing with his 'art.' "I could give him a surgery~!" Smiley chimed, Puppeteer rolled his eyes "Smiley, nobody wants a surgery from you.'' he remarked snarkily, making Kagekao's mask frown "そんなに失礼なことはありません！" (don't be so rude!) He complained, nudging Puppeteer a bit, who turned around and smacked Kagekao in the face.

"HEY!" Painter dropped his brush and ran over to Puppeteer, dragging him back as Smiley helped Kagekao to his foot, who fell when he got hit. "What's your problem!?" Painter exclaimed, forcing Puppeteer to turn around and look at him, he crossed his arms and looked away "He deserved it, f-" Painter put a hand to the Puppeteers mouth "Don't." he warned, the other glared, swatted his hand away and stormed off.

Painter quickly helped Smile comfort Kagekao, who was quite surprised and shaken up from getting attacked. "Are you okay?" He asked in a quiet tone, Kage hugged him tightly and started visibly shaking, Smile shot a concerned look at Painter, who sighed and started rubbing Kage's back "It's okay." He hushed, holding the scared demon to his chest.

"I've never seen Puppet act like that, you think he's...uh" Smile did a swirl motion with his finger against his head, Painter shrugged "Maybe, he's never been a stable one, that's for sure." He mumbled, not wanting to raise his voice too much "Help me calm Kage down first, then we can talk to him. I got his Puppet's numbers so I'll call them later" He explained simply, Smile nodded, and the two of them started walking the shaky demon back to Painter's house.

About an Hour later... "Finally, he's asleep" Painter muttered, Smile sighed with relief and sat on the edge of the bed where Kagekao was now asleep "By the way, we never shared names, right?" He mentioned, Painter sat down next to him and nodded "Guess not." There was a short pause before Painter got up and stood in front of Smile, who also got his feet "We should start with formal introductions."Painter held out a hand "My name's Helen, Helen Otis" Smile took his hand and shook it gladly "Devin, Devin Grin" He introduced himself, both spent a moment shaking hands before putting their hands back into their pockets and glancing around awkwardly.

"Well, now that we've gotten that out of the way, we should probably go find Puppeteer." Painter, or rather, Helen spoke up after an awkward minute, Devin cleared his throat and nodded, adjusting his grinning mask. "You said you have Zach's number?" He asked Helen, who nodded "Yup, Zach gave me his number in case Puppet got mad, and we needed help." He explained simply, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and dialling who Devin presumed to be Zachary.

"Hey, Zachary, yup, Puppeteer got mad. We dunno, Can you help? Yeah?" Great, thanks, see you in 10." Helen spoke on the phone for a minute before putting it down and nodding "He should be round in a few minutes, For now, we should get some food. It's been a few hours since I last ate." Both nodded and, after checking Kagekao once more, headed into the surprisingly normal apartment that Helen was living in "Wow, this place is so...normal" Devin seemed surprised at this, seeing as how weird the other two rooms in said apartment was, "Mhm, a nice little place in a calm little town, great for covering up your tracks."

"What'd you want?" Helen asked once they approached the kitchen, Devin shrugged "What'd you fancy?" He asked half-jokingly, Painter nodded before entering the curtained kitchen "Take a seat, make yourself at home!" He called over his shoulder to Devin. Smile looked around and laid on the fine satin couch after kicking off his shoes, not wanting to be impolite, Helen, after a few minutes, came back out with a tray of toast and two cups "Tea?" He asked, placing the tray on the coffee table. "Oh uh yeah sure" Devin adjusted his seating, so he wasn't taking up the whole couch, taking a slice of toast and pulling down his mask "So uh...why are you being so..." Smile trailed off, unable to find any non-insulting word. "Normal?" Painter asked, removing his mask and taking a sip of the probably scalding-hot tea, Devin flinched "Uh, yeah."

Painter chuckled and placed the cup down "Because I'm sick of being seen as a weirdo, a...a freak, y'know?" He sighed, Smile nodded and wiped his mouth "I get it. I'm just not really used to being treated like an actual person and not a..." He trailed off "....creepypasta" They synced, Devin took a deep breath before continuing eating, letting Painter vent.

and He did, for about 20 minutes before there was a knock on the door "Oh, coming!" Helen chimed, getting up and answering it "Hey Zachary, nice to see you!" He spoke to the out of view Proxy, presumably making small talk, but Devin was too focused on the weirdly calm feeling the apartment gave him, he didn't trust it yet he felt so...human. "Hey Doc, I got Puppet's location" Zachary sat down next to him "Ugh, just call me Smile." Devin groaned, not wanting to be known by his name by anyone but Helen, as he trusted him, despite the unusual calmness.

"So, he's about 40 minutes away, Slender's forest, I think," Zach explained, flexing his bruised and slightly bloody hand subconsciously, as a doctor, Smile couldn't help but worry. "Right, how are we going to get there? I'm certainly not going on foot." Smile asked, relaxing a bit when Painter sat down too "Well, Jeff said he'll drive us since he has a car." Zach explained, adjusting the strap of his mask, both boys sighed with relief "Well, at least We didn't get Masky." Painter joked, putting his mask back on, Smile suppressed a chuckle as he put his mask back over his mouth.

"So, how long is he gonna be?" He asked, Zach checked his phone "Knowing Jeff and his care for road safety laws, about 10 minutes." He stated, Painter snickered and nodded "Yup, sounds like Jeff." He joked, so for another 10 minutes, they chatted about Kagekao and his state until they heard the roar of Jeff's engine

"Speaking of, that sounds like him" Zach commented, getting up and gesturing for the boys to follow "Wait, what about-" Painter began "Rake will take care of him, don't worry," Zach answered, already heading down the stairs to the ground floor "Sup!" Jeff signalled them over from his car, blood red with black and white stripes going down the hood and (convertible) roof, he obviously had the hood down and was wearing sunglasses, which Zach rolled his eyes at. "Yeah yeah, jeff, we get it, you're sooo cool with your 1970s convertible," Zach remarked, which made Painter laugh, who jumped in the back seat. "Zach gets shotgun!" Jeff exclaimed as Smile got in and did his seat belt, to which he noticed Jeff wasn't wearing his.

"Jeff, you're going to get yourself killed if you're not careful." He commented bluntly, Jeff waved him off without even looking at him "Yeah whatever, let's just get back to the mansion, Me and Ben are gonna be playing video games later, and I'm not missing it!" He laughed and stepped fully on the pedal, Smile shook his head and muttered: "We're gonna die."

"Wait, Aren't we gonna take 40 minutes anyway?" Painter asked, Jeff thought for a moment and grinned "ROAD SAFETY LAWS PREPARE TO BE IGNORED!" He yelled, somehow going even faster "how long have you wanted to quote that show?" Zach asked in a monotone, nearly emotionless voice "YEARS." Jeff laughed and whooped as they sped past traffic.

About 20 minutes later, after some singing from Jeff and Painter (much to the embarrassment of Zach and Smile) and psycho driving, they arrived at the mansion's parking lot. Which, in reality, was an old dirt clearing Slendy cleared out a while back. Painter laughed "WE GOTTA DO THAT AGAIN!" He yelled with enthusiasm "HELL YEAH!" Jeff responded with the same bat-sh*t crazy enthusiasm. "And we are never doing that again," Zach said in the same flat voice as he usually has "Agreed" Smile mumbled, his heart going so fast he genuinely thought he was dead for a bit.

"Let's just go find Puppet." Zach sighed and got out, Smile and the other two following, Jeff hurried ahead "Im'a go, Cya punks!" He called back over his shoulder as he ran off in the direction of the mansion. Smile sighed "That guy is gonna be the death of himself with those kinds of driving methods." He muttered under his breath, Painter whined "Aw you two are no fun!" he complained, leaning against Smile. He blushed and put an arm around the Painter's waist subconsciously, Zach rolled his eyes "Get a room you two." He remarked flatly.

Painter snickered while Smile went several shades of red before pulling his hand away, crossing his arms and quickening his pace "Ugh shut up!" He elbowed Zachary in the ribs and sighed with annoyance "Where is he anyway? You said you knew where he was." He groaned, glancing at the dark seemingly endless forest "Calm down and stop complaining, I got it," Zach said, his flat tone getting weirdly uncomfortable, he lead them deep into the woods, a part Smile swore he'd never even heard of before. "what the hell is that." He asked suddenly, stopping in his path, Zach stopped and glanced to where Smile was looking: a huge brown and greyish-green beast laid a few feet away from them, listening to The Puppeteer vent "....I think that's the seed eater, Jack's new pet, it eats kids." Zach explained bluntly, Painter visibly shuddered, and Smile gave a look of horror and disgust at the creature. "Well, I guess we found Puppeteer," Zach added, whistling loudly to get their attention, Seed Eater jumped to its feet and snarled, Puppet whipped its side with his strings and glared at his Proxy angrily.

"Zach. Why are they here?" He spat, venom in his voice "They were worried you might hurt someone...or yourself." Zach mumbled the last part quietly, Puppet scoffed "Yeah right, they couldn't care less about me!" He snarled, tears obviously staining his face "Then why have you been crying?" Zach stated flatly, gesturing to the water stains on his Boss's cheeks. Puppet stumbled over his words, sputtered and looked away "I HAVE NOT" he declared angrily, obviously trying not to tear up again "I-I'M A DEADLY PHANTOM THAT SHOULD BE FEARED, I CANT FEEL SADNESS." He tried to yell, his voice noticeably shaky, as well as himself as he started to shake. "Hey, it's okay, you don't need to-" Painter tried to approach, but Puppeteer backed away "NO GET AWAY FROM ME! D-DONT T-TOUCH ME!" He backed himself up to a tree and crouched down, starting to cry uncontrollably. Painter ignored his threat and slowly approached him, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder, Puppet froze and looked up at him, golden tears down his cheeks "It's okay, we won't hurt you." He reassured the crying ghost, who was in his physical form now and trying to hide his crying, to little success "I-i'm not...c-crying..." He sobbed, stifling his sobs into his arms as he hugged his knees shakily "hey now, come here, I got you" Painter kept his voice level and full of understanding, no pity or hate at all.

Smile sat down next to Puppeteer and put an arm around him quietly, rubbing his back. "What'd he say?" Zach asked Seed Eater, who replied in a language neither of the boys understood, but he nodded along and thanked the beast, who returned the action and disappeared into the woods. "It's alright Boss, you can cry. Your not weak" He tried to put on a warm tone, but it didn't really work "I-i'm...sorry...I'm sorry." Puppet apologised, shaking his head, Painter held him in his arms and hushed him quietly "It's okay, everyone's fine, nobody's hurt." Painter reassured his friend, rubbing circles into his back comfortingly "C'mon, let's get you home." He muttered, looking to Zach, who nodded and ripped a paper off one of the trees.

A tall, pale, faceless figure appeared, Zach nodded when the figure glanced at him, despite not having a face, and kneeled down to the four of them "Thank you" It told Painter, then teleported the four boys back to Painter's apartment.

----------------- In the Apartment... Rake sat on the dresser, watching Kagekao silently, hunched over and occasionally glancing out the window, he dropped to the floor and crawled over to the bed, stroking the side of Kagekao's mask. "Good demon." he rasped, his voice light-toned but quiet enough for him to strain his voice.

Kage woke up and groaned at the sight of Rake "ここはどこ？" (Where am I?" He asked, unsure of Rake's Japanese "Paint's" It responded simply, not really speaking much of any language. "画家？彼はどこにいますか？" (Painter? Where is he?) Kage asked, turning on his back and sitting up, patting his mask a bit to check it's still on "Find Puppet" Rake rasped again, both of them jumping at the loud swearing yell that came from the living room, both of them fell out the bed. "Found him" Rake commented, shaking his head as he struggled to get up. "マザーファッカー..." Kage swore, stumbling to his feet and clearing his voice "このゲームはそれほど楽しいものではありません" (this game is not so much fun) He commented, rubbing his head painfully ----------- Zach fell face-first into the floor when they got teleported, he swore loudly, and an audible thud came from upstairs "I think they're awake..." Smile mumbled, helping Painter and Puppet to the couch "There there, I got you" Painter mumbled to him, holding him on the sofa softly.

"静かにしてください。あなたは私を起こした。" (please be quieter, you woke me up.) Kagekao requested as he made his way downstairs, adjusting his mask and scarf "Hey Kage, sorry, Zach fell." Smile explained simply, letting Kage sit down "You feeling better? Need a checkup?" He asked, Kage shook his head and yawned "いいえ、大丈夫です。" (no, it's okay.) He told the doctor, glancing at Puppet, his mask frowned. "He's fine, just a bit shaken and emotional, we'll put him to bed in a bit" Zach commented, rubbing his mask painfully "Sorry I woke you," He said flatly, unable to really put sympathy in his voice.

"さて、私たちは食べることができますか？私はお腹が空いています。" (well, can we eat? I'm starving.) Kage requested, Smile nodded and went off to grab some food from the kitchen, Puppet's sobbing stopped a few minutes later, and he eventually passed out. "I'll put him to bed, I got a spare room." Painter got up and carried the sleeping ghost to presumably the spare room, Kage, Smile and Zach sat and talked while he did so. ---------- [Painter's POV] I kneeled on the bedside and laid Puppet down, he was surprisingly light for a passed out body. I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair before getting up, but he grabbed onto my arm and pulled me back to the bed "Wh-?" Puppet hugged me in his sleep, mumbling something about loving me in his sleep, I blushed and shrugged. "Oh well, I'm tired anyway." I yawned, stroking his hair softly as we both curled up and I soon fell asleep.

[Kagekao's POV] I can sense a calming aura coming off one of the rooms in the apartment, it's been a few minutes after Painter put Puppet to sleep, so I presume he also fell asleep. Smile yawned and rubbed his eyes tiredly, a sleepy aura coming off him "Tired so soon?" I ask, probably in Japanese for them, luckily he and Zach can understand me. "It's been a long day, Kage. I'm gonna sleep in his bed, you coming?" He requests, I nod and get up, glancing at Zach, who shakes his head, "No thanks, I have to get home before Emra realises we're both gone." He explains, I nod and follow Smile up the stairs into the room I was just sleeping in, Rake isn't there anymore....shame.

"Well, Today was certainly eventful." Smile comments, taking off his doctor coat, tie and mask "I slept through most of it." I joke, removing my scarf. "What, aren't you gonna take your mask off?" Smile frowns, gesturing to my mask. I freeze and gulp, rubbing the back of my neck nervously "Uh well..." I begin "I'm a demon, not really...comfortable taking off the mask." I explain to the best of my abilities, still in fluent Japanese. "Surely It's uncomfortable to wear all the time, right?" He asks, I feel the mask frown, and I growled "I'm. Not. Comfortable. With. It. off."

He flinched and nodded "Yeah, okay, I won't push you." He lays on the bed and turns on his side to face away from me, which I use to my advantage in changing my clothes. As Painter left some on the nightstand for me earlier. I could have sworn I heard him purr at me though. When I do eventually lay down and turn on my side to face him, I jump as he's about 3 inches away from my face...he's awake, I know it. I can feel like smug aura coming off him. "Hmph." I grab him, and he opens his eyes with a jolt "Wh- Kage!?" I smirk as he struggles in my grip, I pin him down, and my vision goes blurry for a moment before everything went black. I must have passed out. ------------- [Smiley's POV] "Goddamn it Kage!" I exclaim as the demon passes out on my chest, I can feel my cheeks blush, but I ignore it and close my eyes, trying to sleep. That's when I hear the window open and something crawl inside, I presume its just Rake, but when I feel something touch my side, I open my eyes and see a blue masked face looking down at me.

"....Jack." I growl, he takes a step back "oops" he shrugs, and I glare at him until he climbs out the window and leaves. But it turns out the Rake was also there because I saw him lay next to me and Kage after Jack left. "Can't I get one good night of sleep?" I ask rhetorically and somewhat sarcastically, Rake apologies weakly and I eventually fall asleep holding the demon a bit too comfortingly, but he didn't seem to mind.

#kagekao #creepypasta #is this a fanfic?#Eyeless Jack #Jeff The Killer #Dr. Smiley #Zachary proxy #slenderman proxy #Puppeteer #The Puppeteer #Puppeteer Proxy #Devin Grin #Helen Otis

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askthiscpblog · 5 years

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Silent Night....Ghostly Night

Ben finally can get out of the mansion for once. Yes, he was still searching the internet for the dumbass Jeff who up and got himself kidnapped a few weeks ago. For now, he was hanging out in Clever Bot as he normally does when bored, curious to see who is going to come up.

Silent maneuvered as fast as she could, ducking for covering every now and then. Run. Hide. Search. Repeat. She's lost, to say the least. She had gone into the forest to rest for a minute, only wanting a place to hide. But she wandered too far and now had no clue which way to go.

Ben had eyes all over the forest, looking and watching for anything and everything. Not that he kept watching, but he did keep alarms set up. Someone entered the Domain, and that caught his attention. Now, who could this be?

"Dang it," the punk teen muttered. She clutched at her growling stomach, willing it to be quiet. It had been a while since she had eaten and she felt exhausted. Give up, it doesn't matter, you don't matter. 'No,' she thought. Silent refused to listen to them, she had to keep going.

Smiling, the ghost curious about this teen. It isn't often he finds someone else roughly his age. Okay, she wasn't anywhere near his age. She was what, 6 years younger than he is? No matter. Deciding that he's bored, he went ethereal and drifted through the mansion heading to check out this child. Even grabbed some leftover Taco Bell from the fridge. If she isn't a dick, he might be nice after toying with her.

'Keep going, keep going,' she chanted internally. Her pace had slowed down by now, her body phasing in and out of existence. 'Not again.' As she forged ahead she began to notice the number of wandering ghosts around, almost all them mutilated. "What happened here?" she whispered to herself.

"Oh, so you're a ghosty goo too?" Ben asked, finding her and materializing from behind a tree. He gave a shit eating grin, the taco bell still behind the tree from where he came out of. "Weird that you can become solid even when in the normal world. What are you, Danny Phantom or something?"

The teen turned to face the owner of the voice. 'He's not real, he is a regular ghost, ignore him,' she told herself. Yet she couldn't stop the sarcasm from spilling out.

"You're one to talk, you died cosplaying Link," she remarked, beginning to walk away.

"At least someone fucking knows who I am. Nah, no cosplay. It's a long story." he responds, giving a grin as the blood and incur flowed out of his eyes. "What about you? You seem to be an in-between. Also, you're hungry. Meaning you have to eat, unlike me."

"It's... more of a curse, I guess. The bastard who gave it to me didn't mention the other stuff, only that I'd been able to see ghosts." She frowned as her stomach growled once again. "And, yeah, I'm starving. Wouldn't happen to have any food would ya?"

"Don't know, think you can give me an idea of who did this to you?" Ben crossed his arms and floated alongside her, laying down as he drifted.

She massaged her temple. "Not sure of the name," she responded, "but I know he was some kind of demon. He mistook me for someone else because he called me Elizabeth, and that's so far off from my real name."

"Oh really now? A demon you believe? What did they look like?" he responded. Maye this girl ran into Zalgo or something, and that could give a lead to him. Would be rather interesting to figure out.

"Like a fucking bastard," she muttered. "Or I guess what a normal demon would look like. I don't know, he's red and black, a bunch of mouths and demonic red eyes."

His face turned white, whiter than his normal skin would allow him to be. His face dropped, but he recovered in record time with his normal shit-eating grin. "Alright, for that I have something for you." He reached behind the tree and pulled out the Taco Bell.

His expression didn't go unnoticed Silent, but her need to eat was stronger than her curiosity at the moment. She accepted the food with greed and gluttony, "Thanks."

Tossing it to her, Ben went back to his more relaxed style watching her chow down on the food. "No problem, it wasn't going to be eaten anyways back where I am."

"Where'd you come from anyways. I don't see ghosts like you a lot, or at all," she asked. As she ate she could feel her body become more solid. Thank God she wouldn't have to phase out again.

"Me? I've been dead for a while now, but I kinda live in a house to haunt and annoy others," he explained, floating up to a tree branch to sit down watching her eat.

"Hm, well, You're don't seem that annoying," she said, finishing up her meal. "So anyway, why'd you asked about the demon?"

"Personal reasons." Was all that he responded with, not wanting to dive into that further.

"Alright then," she shrugged. She was never one to push things. "Since you live around here, can you tell me how to get out of here?" She stood up and stretched, resisting the urge to yawn. She still felt exhausted, but now that she'd eaten she should be able to last until she finds a safer place.

"Out of here?" he asked, looking down at her and grinning. He watched as her body became physical again. Funny, doing things physical brings her back to the material world. "Go back the way you came."

"Uh, about that..." She looked down and rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't exactly... know which way I came from."

"I could show you, or I could let the big man figure out what he wants to do with you." Ben teased, thinking of contacting Slender. If this child met good old Zal, then he would want to know about it and pry into her mind.

"Well, if they're anything like the demon, I'd prefer you'd show me the way out," she reasoned. She didn't want a repeat of last time, that much is for certain.

"He isn't a demon, nothing even close. Maybe. Honestly, I have no idea what the big man is nor do I care or want to." he says, hopping down from the branch to float an inch from the ground.

"How do I know you don't want him to kill me for you, or something?" She crossed her arms and took a step back. This was insane, she's about to trust a random ghost she met to bring her to his 'boss'. But it wasn't as if she had anything better to do.

"Why would I do that? You're a kid, one in a shitty situation I must add. Now that I think about it...yeah probably not a good idea for me to take you to the boss." Ben grumbled, crossing his arms as he scrunched up his body. If he took her to Slender, he might kill her after because of her being a child.

"Well, the way I see it I have to options: One, you lead me out of here and I die or get captured by the police or some shit. Two, I meet your boss and he either kills me or keeps me for his own purposes." Now that she thought about, the ghost was right, whatever she had gotten herself into was shit. "Win-win either way, right?" She sarcastically commented.

"For that, I might as well send you to him and let him eat you alive." Ben retorted, rolling his eyes at the girl his own tone sarcastic too.

Silent stifled back her laughter. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't missed having some form of company to talk to. Most ghosts aren't very talkative. "Got any other bright ideas then, genius?"

"Don't know. Could let you wonder the forest until the end of your days. This place is very dangerous."

"Dangerous how? I mean, I know you said you live with a bunch of psychos, but there can't be that many, right?" She sat down, laying against a tree.

Ben bursts out laughing at the idea of there not being that many. "You would be surprised. Very surprised at how many idiots the boss can keep under control. Idiot Prime is gone for now, so it makes it easier I suppose."

"What happened to idiot prime?"

"Him? Got kidnapped when we got raided."

"See why you call him idiot prime then." She flashed a small smile before shrugging. "So, uh... what exactly do you want with me?"

"More than that, he truly is an idiot. Survived this long based off of sheer willpower and stubbornness alone. And what do I want? You're unique, and am wondering if a child like yourself would be useful to us."

She laughed quietly at that, shaking her head. "Useful for what? If you haven't noticed, I can't even find my way out of the forest without help."

"Deceiving others, getting information. A babysitter for the ghost kid we got."

"You're going to believe that I'm capable of that? That I won't screw up or turn against you?"

"You turn against us, we will throw you to the demon who did this to you." Ben looked over at her with a wide grin, wider than what a human should be able to do. He floated closer, the ooze out of his eyes flowing quicker as he comes to her face to face.

"Alright, alright, I get it." She made a little 'shoo' motion with her hand in an attempt to get him to back off. "So I'm guessing I got to meet your boss then?"

Ben blinked a few time, seeing her shoo him away as if it was nothing. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Nah, he will find you and know what is going on. Come on, I'll take you to the mansion."

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5,000 questions survey series--part forty-one

3901. What is the most annoying tv ad? Most of them are. I pretty much just tune ‘em out, but they sometimes sneak their way in anyway. 3902. If you died, how would you hope others would remember you? I mean, in a positive way of course. 3903. Name 2 questions that you will most likely never say 'no' to: 1. Do you want coffee? 2. Do you want to go on vacation? 3904. What is the softest part of your body? I mean, most of it is except for my hands. 3905. What family do you want to see in place of the Osbournes when they finally stop doing their show? I can’t get over how old this survey really is wow. This show aired from 2002 to 2005. :O Anyway, the next big family of reality TV was obviously the Kardashians. They’ve been on since like 2008/2009.

3906. If you could pick 3 bands to go on tour together who would they be? Linkin Park, Coldplay, and The Foo Fighters. 3907. What is a main differance between western and eastern philospohy? Uhh. 3908. Would you be fooled by Joe/Josephine Millionaire? I never watched the show, but I know the premise. The women thought they were on a dating competition show dating this millionaire guy, but turns out wasn’t a millionaire at all and was just some average Joe (literally). At the end he makes his choice and then comes clean about the whole thing. Anyway, to answer the question, I would never go on a show like this or ever date a guy for his money, but hypothetically speaking I suppose I probably would be fooled by it because they did all this outlandish things on the show and he seemed to really have money. I wouldn’t have a reason to think it was all a lie (though obviously it was).

3909. Do you believe Michael Jackson does innoprpriate things at his Neverland Ranch? Like what? This was highly talked about and brought to light again earlier this year and based on the documentary, he did in fact do inappropriate things at his Neverland Ranch. A lot of inappropriate things. 3910. What do you think of gov. Ryan who cleared out Illinois' death row? I know nothing about that. 3911. Would you want a $500 gift certificate to: Kmart or Target? Macy's or Hot Topic? Border's Books or Spencer Gifts? (Sadly, Borders no longer exists) Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood? 3912. What do you think of this website: www.blackpeopleloveus.com/ I’ve never heard of it and I don’t feel like checking it out. 3913. Man vs Elephant. A zookeeper was treating a constipated elephant. He gave her too much laxitive. Suddenly everything exploded out onto the zookeeper. He was knocked to the ground where he hit his head on a rock and got knocked out. There he suffocated under a pile of elephant dung. True story. Is it a funy story? No, I never find a person’s death funny. If yes, what is funny about it? Why is it so taboo to laugh at death? Because it’s a very sensitive subject and just not something to laugh about, regardless of who it is or what the circumstances are. 3914. What are your favorite five things from this list: alternate realities, animals, astronomy, birds, camus, cats, cheap trick, cocaine, cooking, costumes, dancing, elvis, gambling, greta garbo, james dean, jeff buckley, joy division, marilyn monroe, mixed drinks, moody blues, morrissey, mozart, my bloody valentine, orbital, pizza, playing flute, prince, radiohead, rummy 500, scrabble, table tennis, talk talk, van morrison, writing

^^^ Only 4 things but oh well. 3915. Do you have to read lots to be able to write well? No? I mean, it definitely helps, sure, but you can still be a great writer without having read a lot. 3916. Vanilla ice. Everyone loved him, suddenly everyone hated him. What was the deal?? I forget what the issue was. 3917. If you could kick one person out of the grammies who would it be (Avril, Eminem, etc)? 3918. Studies have revealed that when sending out a resume a person has a 50% higher chance of getting a responce if their name is white sounding than if it is black sounding. What do you think about this? Why do companies respond this way? 3919. Should Big Fat Greek Wedding really be a Big Fat Greek sitcom? I never had the interest in seeing the movie, so I wouldn’t have cared to see a sitcom either. I don’t remember if there was one or not. I feel like there was? 3920. What are you addicted to? Caffeine. And truthfully, after many years on my pain medication my body has become dependent. 3921. What fascinates you? Psychology. 3922. What is fascinating about you? Ha, nothing. I’m so boring. 3923. Personality wise, is anything the same for all human beings and if so, what? I don’t think so. 3924. What kind of a contest woud you have a shot at winning? A simple one where I just submit an entry in, ha. I’m not doing anything requiring more than that. 3925. You see a dirty punk kid who had a giant cowboy hat on who is rolling his own cigarettes. Your impression? I don’t care. 3926. What would you never want to have more than 2 of? Hmm. 3927. Is there a movie you just could not finish watching? What and why? Yeah, but of course I can’t think of an example right now. It’s pretty rare for me not to finish a movie even if I’m not into it, but it has happened. 3928. Is there anyone that you love and want to be around for no explainable reason? I mean, I love to be around my family. It’s explainable, though. I love them and enjoy spending time together. 3929. Would you go to times square for new years? Noooo. That sounds like an absolute nightmare. 3930. Do you think that there are to many signs blocking up the scenery? In some places. 3931. Did video really kill the radio star? Yep. Video later died, too. I mean, yeah artists still make music videos, but it’s not at all as big a hype anymore like I feel it was back in the day during the TRL days and when MTV actually played music videos all the time. 3932. What was your favorite atari game? I’ve actually never played. 3933. what is your favorite neon color? I don’t have a favorite neon color. 3934. Do you get depressed eveytime it rains? If yes, why? No. I love the rain. 3935. 'The more you admit that all your actions are robotic, the less robotic you are.' What does Tim leary mean by this? Maybe because if you admit it then that means you’re conscious and aware. Do you agree or disagree and why? How much of your actions do you admit are robotic? I feel like I live on autopilot. 3936. Are we not men? Uh, not all of us. 3937. Is it easy to be you? Would being someone else make it any easier? No, it definitely not easy for me and I can’t imagine why anyone would ever think it was. It’s not easy for anyone; though, despite what it might look like. Everyone has their struggles. 3938. Why are sex religion and politics such taboo subjects? Because people have very strong opinions about it and they’re just very sensitive topics. 3939. Is there really a differance between republicans and democrats? Yeah? 3940. Imagine someone has a great personality, sense or humor, family and job. they also really really like you a lot. Would you consider dating them if they: were fat? Yes. I care a lot more about a person’s personality and I would not reject someone because of something like weight. limped? Sure? I’m in a wheelchair, so who am I to judge a limp. were a midget? I totally do not mean this in a mean or shallow way at ALL, but I honestly don’t know. That’s only because I think as someone in a wheelchair, I would like to be with someone who would be able to lift /carry me and/or my chair. were paralized in one arm? Yes. Again, I’m paralyzed from the waist down, so. had a glass eye? Yes. That’s not a big deal. had only 6 months to live? I wouldn’t want to enter a relationship, no. I would gladly be there as a friend for support. 3941. What makes you experiance nostalgia? A lot of things. I’m a very nostalgic person. I really miss my childhood and have been feeling more sad about it lately. I think cause I’m turning 30 soon and just feeling old. 3942. What do you remember about these historical figures: Woodrow Wilson? He was a president. Hellen Keller? She was blind and deaf. Was an activist for the disabled. Christopher Columbus? “Sailed the ocean blue in 1492.” 3943. Out of the above three figures, one is a huge racist, one is a socialist and one is a slave trader. Can you guess which is which? Racist: socialist: slave trader: 3944. Betcha they didn't tell you that in american history. Wilson, Keller and Columbus are painted as heros, impossibly good, ideal people. Why are so many things ommitted from and lied about in american history text books? 3945. Do you drink super caffinated energy drinks? Nope. I don’t drink any energy drinks. 3946. eminem or moby? Eminem. 3947. spongebob or the animanicas? Animaniacs was from my childhood, so I’ll have to go with that. 3948. Why do people rush to grow up only to wish they were a child again? I have no idea. I definitely wasn’t one of those people. 3949. Why do people sacrifice their health to obtain moneya d then use the money to restore their health? Uh. 3950. Jetsons or Flintstones? I watched both as a kid. 3951. What are you saving up for? Nothing, specifically. 3952. Would you rather improve your cooking, creativity, body,logic or charisma? Body. 3953. Is it more important to have stregnth or speed? For me, strength. 3954. What is your favorite thing to do each day? Drink coffee. 3955. When you are driving do you ever feel like turning the car towards someplace unfamiliar and not comming back? I don’t drive. 3956. Have you ever gone to lunch at a job and never gone back to the job? I’ve never had a job. 3957. What kind of a dining room set defines you as a person? Uh. I have no idea, that’s never been something I’ve thought about. 3958. Kiss, with or without the make up? I’d say it’s better without lip gloss or lipstick cause it gets messy. 3959. Madonna or Courtney Love? Madonna. 3960. Are you down with james Brown? Nah. 3961. Do you believe in miracles? Yes. 3962. Are you living a lie? I wouldn’t say that. 3963. If you had to give up one would it be caled ID or call waiting? I like knowing who’s calling. 3964. Are you ready to switch to an electric or solar powered car? I don’t drive. 3965. What is the greatest band of the 90's? That’s too hard to choose. 3966. What's the appeal of Alley Mcbeal? I never really watched it apart from seeing bits of it here and there because my mom watched it. I was just a kid and didn’t care. 3967. Fill in the blank. ___ aint the kind of place to raise a kid. 3968. What song goes: starry eye surprise, sundown to sunrise, we're gonna dance all night to this dj' and who is it by? Starry Eyed Surprise by Paul Oakenfold. 3969. What ever happened to the mtv vj Kennedy? No idea. 3970. if you could sing with one band for a day what band and what song would you want it to be? Probably, “In the End” by Linkin Park. 3971. Josie and the PussyCats or Jem? Josie and the Pussycats. Aw, I remember that cartoon that came on Cartoon Network when I was a kid. 3972. Wouldn't oyu like to be a pepper too? Not sure what this is referencing. 3973. Britney spears, school girl or sexy, which do you prefer? Poor Britney. She’s really been going through it. I think there’s a lot that has been going on that we don’t know about. I don’t know if she’s being treated the right way or that people really have her best interest. It’s sad. 3974. Would you get married on tv? No. Not sure why I would. I’m no one famous. 3975. Where do you go looking for the secrets of life? Uhhh. 3976. What is the fuel for your soul? Coffee. 3977. Why do people watch american idol (I think it's for Simon)? I stopped watching after the OG judges left. I checked it once like 3 years ago and...yikes. It just wasn’t good. I’m into The Voice. 3978. What makes life sweet? Desserts. ha. 3979. What does it take to make a great band? People that can sing, play instruments, and write music? 3980. What do you think of when you hear the word 'devo'? “I said, whip it! Whip it good.” 3981. What song or movie represents the 80's for you? The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Of course I instantly thought of the song, “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” by Simple Minds. 3982. What song poem or other piece of writing would you want read when you died? I don’t know.

3983. Is a stable job home and family pretty much your goal or do you want more than that and WHAT? Right now I want good health. 3984. What tv show that is no longer on tv do you miss? True Blood. 3985. Remember when Chris from nirvana threw his bass in the air and hit himself in the head with it? Yeah. 3986. What commercial is really annoying you(almonds, want some almonds, you're a big fellow aren't you)??? Currently, there isn’t really one that’s annoying me. Like I had mentioned before, I tend to just tune ‘em out. 3987. Nominate a rockstar for president: 3988. Who amazes you? Hmm. 3989. What's the best musical act to come outta your own country? another country? 3990. Is your life glamorous and exciting? Pffft, no. 3991. Greatest oldschool rap artist: greatest newschool rap artist: 3992. DJ Jazzy jeff or Will Smith, which persona? Both. Summatime will always be a fave. 39993. Ever try yoga? No. 3994. Are you a brick shit house? ..No. 3995. What products do you use? A lot? 3996. How good do you look? Not good at all. I’m a mess. 3997. Tonight you're going to party like_________ someone who is about to go to bed. ha. Okay, okay I know what you’re getting at: like it’s 1999. 3998. Have you ever written a song? No. if yes did you record it? 3999. What would you like to have 999 of? Dollars. 4000. Do you own a metal detector? No.

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Playlist 2017

Music posted on furtho.tumblr.com during 2017:

48 Chairs’ Snap It Around, spikily joyful new wave

ABC’s The Look Of Love (12″), classic early 80s extended remix

xAF Moebius’ Blau, minimal synth from 1980s East Germany

A-ha’s Soft Rains Of April (piano demo), exposing the inner workings of the gloomy pop gods

Akira Kosemura’s Luna, gentle piano arpeggios

Alex Kolobolis' Closure, lightly elegant, floating piano

Aline’s Elle M’Oubliera, icy cool Francophone indie

xAlliance’s At The Dawn, 1980s synthpop from the Soviet Union

Alligator’s Riviera, angular minimal wave from exciting new French duo

Analogue Dear’s Obrecht, haunting piano ballad

Anna Meredith’s Honeyed Words, swoopy gloopy electronic drone

Aphex Twin’s Aisatsana [102], Satie pastiche of quiet piano patterns

Arsenic!’s Pure Ideology, ramshackle but heartfelt dreampop

Arvo Pärt’s Summa For Strings, poised, eternally unresolved modern classical minimalism

Asuna’s Her Fringe, Ferris Wheel, Ruins Of Twisted Yarn, gently interweaving acoustic loops

Australian Testing Labs Inc’s Moto Moto, pulsing motorik tones, with suitably hypnotic video

A Year In The Country’s A Measuring, fractured electronic sketch

Bachelorette’s Blanket, the warm embrace of analog synthpop

Beat Mark’s Flowers, sweet-but-scrunchy-chorded indie from France

Best Picture’s Isabelle, modern rock ‘n’ roll, huh

Blankscreen’s Dead Planet, gripping spoken-word post-punk

Blue Plutos’ Disagree, ecstatic Rickenbacker-driven janglepop

Brian Eno & Harold Budd’s An Arc Of Doves, ambient experimentalism shot through with warmth

Burning Hearts’ In My Garden, welcome return of the Finnish indie titans

Caroline Devine’s Driftspace, Space Ham, something for everyone: field recordings, radio experimentation and an interview with an astronaut

Casiotone For The Painfully Alone’s We Have Mice, bedroom pop supreme

Caught In The Wake Forever’s Under Blankets, super-slow evolving drone

Chuck Johnson’s Balsams album, mystifyingly successful slide guitar meets ambient drone

Chumbawamba’s You Can (Mass Trespass, 1932), acoustic paean to Benny Rothman and the Kinder Scout trespassers

Cindy & The Gidget Haters’ Pogoin’’s For Me, shoutily engaging homemade new wave

Closure’s Slow Drive, Motorama-esque doom-indie from Jakarta

CM-DX’s Radiophonic Reprographics, paean to the office photocopier

Colleen’s Your Heart Is So Loud, musical box rendered as looping, enchanting lo-fi ambient

Cosmic Ground’s The Watcher, long-form kosmische ambient

David Evans’ Suddenly Woken By The Sound Of Stillness album, field recording on the Trans-Siberian Railway

Deutsche Bank’s Zero Gravity, seamless post-Komputer synthpop

dné's Asos Model Crush, homemade percussion coupled with delicious piano composition

Dominique Grange’s Les Nouveaux Partisans, Maoist folkpop from late 60s France

Echopet’s Strung, tightly organised short-form drone

epic45′s Monument (Isan remix), blissed-out synth remix

Even As We Speak’s Bizarre Love Triangle, charming jangly cover of the New Order classic

Fader’s Laundrette, bleak kitchen sink electronic ballad

Fieldhead’s Accents, contemplative modern electronics

Foliage’s Dare, glossily frantic dreampop

Francisco The Man’s Take A Picture (Bodies In The Sun), driving Alvvays-esque indie rock

Freezepop’s Stakeout (Donnerschlag remix), Casiocore classic

Galaxians’ Out They Minds, super-catchy funky disco-house thang

Get Smart!’s Just For The Moment, dark-but-trebly post-Joy Division pop

Ghost And Tape’s Vár, spellbinding clack-and-crackle ambient

Good Shoes’ The Way My Heart Beats, fuzzed up Buzzcocks-y guitar pop

Greg Haines’ Azure, dramatic slow-build ambient

Group A’s Initiation (Tom Furse remix), darkly relentless synthpop

Grouper’s Holding, hold-your-breath gorgeous lofi pianoism

Günter Schlienz’s Outer Corridors Of Space, light ambient arpeggios

Hakobune’s Airworthy, weightless drifting ambiance

Hand Of Stabs’ A Month Of Sundays, creepy improv weirdness from the back lanes of Kent

Hidden Rivers’ In And Out Of Days, light-of-touch chiming ambient

Hiroshi Yoshimura’s Green, supremely delicate ambient sketch

Holden’s Ce Que Je Suis, melancholy francophone indie ballad

Huerco S’ A Sea Of Love, weightless electronic dreamscape

Iko’s Digital Delight, minimal wave from early 80s Canada

I Tpame I Tvrame’s There’s No Place To Call Home, hypnotic Albanian minimal synth

I’ve Lost’s ... And I Saw Her Again, Then She Was Gone, minimal ambient guitar drone

Jeff Parker’s Slight Freedom, extraordinary long-form guitar loop/improv/ambient

Jess Garon & The Desperadoes’ The Rain Fell Down, classic bittersweet indie jangle

Jim’s Twenty-One’s Throwaway Friend, exhilaratingly ramshackle indie

Jóhann Jóhannsson’s The Cause Of Labour Is The Hope Of The World, socialist-inspired modern classical soundtrack

John Cage’s In A Landscape, solo piano elegance

John Maus’ The Combine, characteristically doomy synthpop

July Skies’ See Britain By Train (Pevsner version), sepia-tinged ambient post-rock

Justin Hopper & Scanner’s Low-Tide Crow, under-stated poetry/ambient collaboration

Kero Kero Bonito’s Trampoline (St Etienne remix), infectious dubby reworking of the London-based J-poppers

Kinder Meccano’s Atomic Energy Lab, playful arcade game-inspired experimentalism

Kirill Nikolai’s Dolly Dances, patterns of modern classical piano and strings

Kraftwerk’s Autobahn, extraordinary live performance on US TV in 1975

Letting Up Despite Great Faults’ Pageantry, driving oomph-laden electro indie

Liquid Liquid’s Cavern, much-sampled infectious post-punk rap

Look Blue Go Purple’s Cactus Cat, frantically-strummed love letter to a feline friend

Lubomyr Melnik’s Butterfly (live in Copenhagen), constantly ebbing and flowing modern classical

Luke Howard's Digits, captivating blend of bleep and piano

xMachinone’s 火の雨, electronic chimes as gentle lullaby

Maraudeur’s Value The Death, gloomy minimal post-punk

Mark Fry’s Aeroplanes, elegant folk ballad

Mechanical Cabaret’s 304 Holloway Road, synthpop commemoration of Joe Meek

Memory Drawings’ The Nearest Exit, creaking, creepy ambient folk

Mica Levi’s Love, synth strings drone from the soundtrack to Under The Skin

Middex’s Low Life, experimental minimalist noisepop

Milkmustache’s Submarine, dreamily aquatic janglepop, complete with memorable video

Mitra Mitra’s Indecisive Split Decision, minimal synthpop from Vienna

Morten Lauridsen’s O Magnum Mysterium, towering performance of the modern choral classic by the Los Angeles Master Chorale

Nonconnah’s I Hope Every Week Changes My Life (demo), uncharacteristically light ambient guitar drone from ex-Lost Trailers

Norihito Suda’s Light Snowfall, beautifully judged drifting ambient

Ø’s Twin Bleebs, ultra-minimal techno experimentation

Olivia Chaney’s Eternity, sensational acapella recording of Rimbaud’s poem put to music by Emily Hall

Ourselves The Elves’ Wounds, restrained, slow-paced indie jangle

Pale Spectres’ D[r]iving, infectiously uptempo janglepop

Parliamo’s Lucy, youthfully exuberant Scottish jangle

Percussions’ Digital Arpeggios, hypnotic long-form technopop

Peter Maxwell Davies’ Farewell To Stromness, modern classical hymn to Orkney

Plinth’s Solicitude, chiming ambient electronics and piano

Polypores’ Deep Undergrowth, darkly pastoral drone

Pye Corner Audio’s Black Mist (long version), characteristically hauntological electronic pop

Relmic Statute’s Just A Thought, lo-fi electro-acoustic loops

Rhythmus 23′s Guerra Fría, Cold War-inspired minimal wave from Mexico

Robert Fripp’s Night 1: Urban Landscape, eerie ambient loops constructed with a Roland guitar synth

Rodney Cromwell’s Barry Was An Arms Dealer, bleakly infectious 80s-inspired synthpop

Roedelius’ Le Jardin, late 70s Berlin pastoralism

Ross Baker’s A Time After Computers (remixed by Cubus), experimental folktronic mix

Ruhe's Heritage, blissful long-form pastoralism

San Charbel’s Nacer Morir, laidback, homemade dreampop from Mexico

Sara Goes Pop’s Sexy Terrorist, bonkers 1980s agitpop

Sawako & Hayato Aoki’s The End Then Start Again mini-album, whispered field recordings and electroacoustics

Seazoo’s Shoreline, urgent indiepop with a big grin

Secret Meadow’s Endlings, Smiths-a-like pop from Indonesia

Skylon’s Skylon, heartfelt hymn to the Festival Of Britain

Sound Meccano & Jura Laiva’s Salty Wind And Inner Fire Part 1, spacious, airy electroacousticism

Spaceship’s The Imagined View, As Yet Unblighted, field recordings and drone from rural Kent

Spirit Fest’s Hitori Matsuri, charming bilingual down-tempo folk-pop

St James Infirmary’s Terry Marriagehead, under-the-radar 1990 janglepop gem

Stealing Sheep’s Apparition (Pye Corner Audio remix), squelchily hypnotic electro reworking

Susumu Yokota’s Tobiume, drifting beauty from the late Japanese electronica king

Swoop And Cross’ 10439, epically restrained modern classical

Sylvain Chauveau’s Find What You Love And Let It Kill You, melodic ambient dronepop

Tangerine Dream’s Live At Coventry Cathedral, remarkable 1975 footage of the electro-hippies in action

Taylor Deupree’s Fenne, drifting, take-a-bath electro-acousticism

The Bats’ No Trace, more janglepop from the kings (and queen) of Kiwi indie

The BV’s Neon, lofi guitar overload dreampop

The Creation Factory’s Let Me Go, infectious garage rock, stuffed to the gills with 60s stylings

The Donkeys’ Four Letters, unapologetic new wave powerpop from 1979

The Foreign Resort’s Skyline/Decay, Cure-esque dreampop from Copenhagen

The Harvest Ministers’ You Do My World The World Of Good, long-lost video for lovelorn treat

The Hum Hums’ London, pleasingly brief, polished-but-trashy powerpop

The Inventors Of Aircraft’s No Returns, slowly looping ambient

The Leaf Library’s On An Ocean Of Greatness, meandering ambient pop, stuffed full of ideas

The Luxembourg Signal’s Blue Field, big open-hearted indie jangle

The Mascots’ Words Enough To Tell You, Swedish Merseybeat from the heart of 1965

The Mells’ McCallister, blistering-with-a-touch-of-gloss dreampop

The Memory Band’s Norfolk Before Dawn, spellbinding country field recording

The Names’ Life By The Sea, epic Belgian new wave

The Royal Landscaping Society’s Goodbye, beautifully constructed janglepop from Seville

The Starfires’ I Never Loved Her, er-yes-you-did-really 1960s garage rock

The Wake’s Firestone Tyres, sprightly post-post-punk from Glasgow legends

Thomas Dolby's Oceanea, he's-still-got-it ballad from steampunk pioneer

Tobias Hellkvist’s Kaskelot (Segue remix), ethereal beats ‘n’ drones

Tomorrow Syndicate’s Okulomotor, kosmische pop musik from the heart of Mitteleuropa: Glasgow

Unhappybirthday’s Kraken, drum machine-driven indie from Germany

Un Verano En Portugal’s Hielo, frantic, blurred dreampop

Vacant Stares’ Ennui, perfectly-titled doomy gloomy dreampop

Vanessa Rossetto’s Whole Stories album, field recordings and musique concrète from the city streets

Vansire’s Driftless, echoing, distant dreampop

Werner Karloff’s Views Of Movement, thrilling minimal wave from Mexico City

When The Clouds’ The Dawn & The Embrace, managing to stand out even in the crowded category of Italian instrumental post-rock

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The playlist for 2016 is here. The playlist for 2015 is here. The playlist for 2014 is here. The playlist for 2013 is here.

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Impala67

Pairing : Dean x reader

Words : 1,236

Part 1 of Gamer Dean.

Sighing, you dropped into your computer chair. You were exhausted after a long day at work. People called you for help over the stupidest things. But a jobs a job. You had got into computer tech support, because you loved computers. People were quickly changing that. But you had a 3 day weekend, and you were spending it gaming. Fuck the rest of the world.

“What’s going on, bitches?!” you smiled after signing in to Counter Strike and inviting your friends to join you in a lobby

“Thank god you’re on y/n, this guy is nailing us.” Sarah groaned.

You laughed, “What guy? Let me grab something to eat, if we get him in a match, I’ll school his punk ass.”

“Uh… Impala67? Who the shit uses a name like that?” her boyfriend Chris laughed. “He’s running around in public.”

“Fuck if I know. Be back in a sec.” you took off your head set and headed to the kitchen for a snack. You’d order some pizza after a few matches, once you de-stressed a bit.

“Alright, let’s do this.” you slapped on your head set, and put down a bag of chips and a can of coke. “Public to warm up?”

“You got it, sweet cheeks.” Jeff answered. You rolled your eyes. He lived a state over and hit on you constantly.

Twenty minutes later, you were hollering and laughing. “Stop throwing a damn smoke grenade moron, you’re useless!”

“Bite me.” Jeff laughed.

In another round - “Really, a flash?”

“Any chance to flash you hunny.” He laughed again.

“I swear to god Jeff..” He laughed harder.

A few rounds later, “Bombs in B!” And then you were dead. “What the fuck was that?”

“You play like a girl.” a deep husky voice rang through your ears.

“I am a damn girl, who the fuck are you?”

“It’s him, that fucking Impala guy!” Sarah answered.

“Fuck you and your Impala.” you told him.

“You wish BettieRage. My car and I would rock your fucking world.” he laughed.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. And that was how the night went. Every time he’d kill you, his voice would fill your headphones with some kind of flirt or sexual innuendo, which just pissed Jeff off, but made you laugh.

“Maybe you should let him have the screen name BettieRage, he’s whining like a bitch.” Impala67 laughed. You burst out laughing.

You ended up staying in public trying your damnedest to get Impala, but most of the time, he got you first. Once you snuck up on him and killed him “He’s down! Go! Go!”

“I’ll get you back, Princess.” You could hear a smile in his voice. He was amused.

“Don’t call me Princess.” You told him in a slightly annoyed tone.

“What are you going to do about it, Princess? Come kick my ass? I might like that.” he chuckled.

“I’ll come fucking kick your ass if you keep talking to her like that.” Jeff growled.

Impala burst out laughing. “I’d love to see you try. I’ll tell you where I am, come get me. You should come too, Princess, after I kick your boyfriend’s ass, we can have a good time.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” you groaned, which made him laugh even harder.

“Even better, sweetheart. Come over anytime. Hell, I’ll even come to you.”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

“I’m at motel 6 if you change your mind, Princess. Room 12.” When he told you what town, you stopped dead. He was a town over.

A private message on skype came in, and it was Jeff.

Isn’t that a town over from you? I swear to god, say the word and I’ll drive over there. I don’t care if it takes me all night. He’s fucking creepy.

You chuckled. “Jeff,” you said in game chat. “You’re a bit creepy.”

Impala burst out laughing. “Shut down again. Oh man. That’s more brutal then my Bettie kills tonight. Holy shit. I like you, Princess.”

You snuck up behind him, around a corner and shot him. “Stop fucking calling me Princess.”

“Oh yeah. I like you, a lot.” There was that grin in his voice again. He sounded hot.

Another hour of him flirting and you killing each other and you honestly wanted to go to his motel. Part of you wanted to punch him. The other part wanted to throw him down and ravage him. “Well, I’m getting hungry. I’m going to get some food, I’ll be back later.”

“I’m thinking of grabbing pizza and beers myself, Princess. How far are you?”

Jeff and Sarah were warning you not to answer him, “About an hour away.” you answered.

“Feel like joining me? Bring your laptop, we’ll school these bitches together.”

“Tempting…” you chuckled.

“I’ll even give you a ride in my Impala. If that sweetens the deal at all.”

“You really drive one?” You asked casually, and googled when he answered.

“Yeah, 67, black, 327 Engine, a Four Barrel carburetor, and I keep her looking real good.”

“Fuck…” you breathed out, seeing a picture of a black 67 Impala.

“Dude knows his cars.” Chris chuckled.

“Damn right. So, you joining me Princess?”

“I’ll think about it.” you smiled to yourself. In all honestly, You were curious. He sounded hot, but how hot was he really likely to be, he was in a motel for fuck sake. You felt like you’d get there and he’d be a troll. “Either way, I’ll talk to you later.” He sent you a friend request through Steam, and you accepted before signing out.

An bit over an hour later, you stood outside the motel room and felt like an idiot. You knew it was the right place, you parked next to a Black Impala. “What the hell am I doing here?” You groaned. “He’s probably a fucking serial killer… do serial killers have time for video games? Maybe a rapist. God, why am I here?” Then you heard his voice in your head calling you Princess again, and you took a deep breath and knocked before clutching the strap of your laptop bag that was across your chest.

When the door opened, you almost dropped to your knees. There was a giant of a man standing in front of you, his hand behind his back. You didn’t know it, but he had a gun ready. “Can I help you?” he asked, eyebrows up.

“Uh… Are you… Impala67?” Oh god you hoped he was. He was beautiful. You couldn’t help but look him up and down.

He rolled his eyes, and his arm shifted like he was tucking something into the back of his jeans. “No. You want my brother, Dean. One sec.” He walked away. The door was left open a bit, but not all the way, so you leaned a bit to see him walking over to a man sitting at the table, his back to you. He smacked the guy in back of the head. “What the hell, Dean?”

“What?!” The giant pointed to the door, and you straightened before he turned to see you peeking in. When the door fully opened, you were speechless. “That you, Princess?” you nodded, and stared at him. “Hot damn, you are a Bettie aren’t you.” he grinned. “I’m glad I waited before ordering that pizza. What do you take on it sweetheart?” he asked as he stepped out of the way letting you in.

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@mercialachesis said:

Hey I was wondering if you could recommend some books or films with an agender character either main or side? Thank you !!

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Hello! I'm sorry I couldn't answer your ask straight up, this post includes a lot of links.

I couldn't find very many books that describe the character as specifically agender, but there are a lot that use the words "gender fluid" "gender flux" "gender queer" and the like if you're ok with that! Summaries taken from Goodreads

Mask of Shadows - by Linsey Miller

"Sallot Leon is a thief, and a good one at that. But gender fluid Sal wants nothing more than to escape the drudgery of life as a highway robber and get closer to the upper-class and the nobles who destroyed their home. When Sal Leon steals a poster announcing open auditions for the Left Hand, a powerful collection of the Queen's personal assassins named for the rings she wears -- Ruby, Emerald, Amethyst, and Opal -- their world changes. They know it's a chance for a new life. Except the audition is a fight to the death filled with clever circus acrobats, lethal apothecaries, and vicious ex-soldiers. A childhood as a common criminal hardly prepared Sal for the trials. But Sal must survive to put their real reason for auditioning into play: revenge."

Symptoms of Being Human - by Jeff Garvin

"The first thing you’re going to want to know about me is: Am I a boy, or am I a girl? Riley Cavanaugh is many things: Punk rock. Snarky. Rebellious. And gender fluid. Some days Riley identifies as a boy, and others as a girl. The thing is…Riley isn’t exactly out yet. And between starting a new school and having a congressman father running for reelection in uber-conservative Orange County, the pressure—media and otherwise—is building up in Riley’s so-called “normal” life. On the advice of a therapist, Riley starts an anonymous blog to vent those pent-up feelings and tell the truth of what it’s REALLY like to be a gender fluid teenager. But just as Riley’s starting to settle in at school—even developing feelings for a mysterious outcast—the blog goes viral, and an unnamed commenter discovers Riley’s real identity, threatening exposure. Riley must make a choice: walk away from what the blog has created—a lifeline, new friends, a cause to believe in—or stand up, come out, and risk everything."

What We Left Behind - by Robin Talley

"Toni and Gretchen are the couple everyone envied in high school. They've been together forever. They never fight. They’re deeply, hopelessly in love. When they separate for their first year at college—Toni to Harvard and Gretchen to NYU—they’re sure they’ll be fine. Where other long-distance relationships have fallen apart, theirs is bound to stay rock-solid. The reality of being apart, though, is very different than they expected. Toni, who identifies as genderqueer, meets a group of transgender upperclassmen and immediately finds a sense of belonging that has always been missing, but Gretchen struggles to remember who she is outside their relationship. While Toni worries that Gretchen won’t understand Toni’s new world, Gretchen begins to wonder where she fits in Toni's life. As distance and Toni’s shifting gender identity begins to wear on their relationship, the couple must decide—have they grown apart for good, or is love enough to keep them together?"

The Tiger's Watch - by Julia Ember

"Sixteen-year-old Tashi has spent their life training as a inhabitor, a soldier who spies and kills using a bonded animal. When the capital falls after a brutal siege, Tashi flees to a remote monastery to hide. But the invading army turns the monastery into a hospital, and Tashi catches the eye of Xian, the regiment’s fearless young commander. Tashi spies on Xian’s every move. In front of his men, Xian seems dangerous, even sadistic, but Tashi discovers a more vulnerable side of the enemy commander—a side that draws them to Xian. When their spying unveils that everything they’ve been taught is a lie, Tashi faces an impossible choice: save their country or the boy they’re growing to love. Though Tashi grapples with their decision, their volatile bonded tiger doesn't question her allegiances. Katala slaughters Xian’s soldiers, leading the enemy to hunt her. But an inhabitor’s bond to their animal is for life—if Katala dies, so will Tashi."

Love Spell - by Mia Kerick

"Strutting his stuff on the catwalk in black patent leather pumps and a snug orange tuxedo as this year’s Miss (ter) Harvest Moon feels so very right to Chance César, and yet he knows it should feel so very wrong. As far back as he can remember, Chance has been “caught between genders.” (It’s quite a touchy subject; so don’t ask him about it.) However, he does not question his sexual orientation. Chance has no doubt about his gayness—he is very much out of the closet at his rural New Hampshire high school, where the other students avoid the kid they refer to as “girl-boy.” But at the local Harvest Moon Festival, when Chance, the Pumpkin Pageant Queen, meets Jasper Donahue, the Pumpkin Carving King, sparks fly. So Chance sets out, with the help of his BFF, Emily, to make “Jazz” Donahue his man. An article in an online women’s magazine, Ten Scientifically Proven Ways to Make a Man Fall in Love with You (with a bonus love spell thrown in for good measure), becomes the basis of their strategy to capture Jazz’s heart. Quirky, comical, definitely flamboyant, and with an inner core of poignancy, Love Spell celebrates the diversity of a gender-fluid teen."

Chameleon Moon - by RoAnna Sylver

"The city of Parole is burning. Like Venice slips into the sea, Parole crumbles into fire. The entire population inside has been quarantined, cut off from the rest of the world, and left to die - directly over the open flame. Eye in the Sky, a deadly and merciless police force ensures no one escapes. Ever. All that’s keeping Parole alive is faith in the midst of horrors and death, trust in the face of desperation… and their fantastic, terrifying, and beautiful superhuman abilities. Regan, stealth and reconnaissance expert with a lizard's scales and snake's eyes, is haunted by ten years of anxiety, trauma and terror, and he’s finally reached his limit. His ability to disappear into thin air isn’t enough: he needs an escape, and he’ll do anything for a chance. Unluckily for him, Hans, a ghostly boy with a chilling smile, knows just the thing to get one. It starts with a little murder. But instead of ending a man’s life, Regan starts a new one of his own. He turns away from that twisted path, and runs into Evelyn, fearless force on stage and sonic-superheroic revolutionary on the streets. Now Regan has a choice - and a chance to not only escape from Parole, but unravel the mystery deep in its burning heart. And most of all, discover the truth about their own entwining pasts. They join forces with Evelyn’s family: the virtuosic but volatile Danae, who breathes life into machines, and her wife Rose, whose compassionate nature and power over healing vines and defensive thorns will both be vital to survive this nightmare. Then there’s Zilch, a cool and level-headed person made of other dead people, and Finn, one of Parole’s few remaining taxi drivers, who causes explosions whenever he feels anything but happy. Separately they’d never survive, much less uncover the secret of Parole’s eternally-burning fire. Together, they have a chance. Unfortunately, Hans isn’t above playing dirty, lying, cheating, manipulating… and holding Regan’s memories hostage until he gets his way. Parole’s a rough place to live. But they’re not dead yet. If they can survive the imminent cataclysmic disaster, they might just stay that way…"

Black Sunrise - by Christina Engela

"When a single Ruminarii Hammerhead arrived to invade the small backwater Terran colony of Deanna, the people of Atro City went to meet them at the space port with open arms. (Perhaps ‘exposed’ is a better word?) Life as a private investigator, slash bounty hunter isn’t all Gary Beck wanted it to be. There weren’t any big mansions on a palm beach owned by an affluent writer generous enough to let him live rent-free and use his spare Ferrari. But then, you have to ask yourself, what could you expect living on a planet like Deanna? As a third rate colony in the Terran Empire, Deanna had more than its fair share of dull moments. It orbited a star called Ramalama. If you think that’s funny, Deanna’s two moons were called Ding and Dong, respectively. (This is a local joke.) Cindy Mei Winter hoped to put her violent and somehow depressing past behind her, but now it seemed her new beginning (and her holiday) were going to have to wait."

If Found Return To Astropop - by Lucas Hargis

"Unaware of one another’s gender or appearance, a poor, aspiring architect and a spoiled, free-spirited astronomy fanatic find themselves mutually smitten by reading each other’s journals. Genderfluid, sixteen-year-old Robin “Astropop” Chicory lost a journal three months ago. When a stranger (known only as Pippopotamus) secretly returns it, Astro discovers that Pip read their innermost thoughts and meticulously traced Astro’s past movements. Without meeting, Pip believes s/he is smitten with Astropop. Astro knows this because Pip wrote a heartfelt journal in response. Astro reads both journals side-by-side, amazed at how simple words on paper can exert a mutual gravity between complete strangers. As their tandem confessions and intimate stories tangle with the drama in Astro’s everyday life, Astro ends up hopelessly smitten with Pip, too. But because of distance, timing, and interference from the universe, it’s impossible for them to ever meet. When Astro flips to Pip’s last precious page, a supernova of hope explodes—a precise time and place where shy Pip will be waiting. Astro can finally meet the intriguing Pip, but fears their deep, inexplicable connection will be broken. And there’s the world-shattering chance the revelations of who they each truly are will eclipse their imagined versions of one another."

And here's the entire Goodreads list in case any books I didn't include speak to you! Hope this helped! For the life of me I couldn't find any agender movie characters :( If anyone knows of other books in this vein feel free to add!

-Mod Gaby

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Favorite Songs of 2016

1. Shut Up Kiss Me - Angel Olsen

2. I Have Been to the Mountain - Kevin Morby

3. Cold Light - Operators

4. Moth to the Flame - Chairlift

5. Be Apart - Porches

6. Just Another Face - Modern Baseball

7. Your Best American Girl - Mitski

8. Changes - Charles Bradley

9. DVP - PUP

10. Two Deliverances - The Hotelier

11. I’ll Be the Night - MONEY

12. Seven Words - Weyes Blood

13. We the People... - A Tribe Called Quest

14. We Begged 2 Explode - Jeff Rosenstock

15. Drone Bomb Me - ANOHNI

16. Somebody Else - The 1975

17. Lake by the Ocean - Maxwell

18. Memory - Preoccupations

19. Cinnamon - Cullen Omori

20. Wish - Cymbals Eat Guitars

21. Unites - LUH

22. Sorry - Beyonce

23. Fill in the Blank - Car Seat Headrest

24. Cranes in the Sky - Solange

25. 715 - CR∑∑KS - Bon Iver

26. On Hold - The xx

27. I Did Something Weird Last Night - Jeff Rosenstock

28. Crying in Public - Chairlift

29. Skyscraper - Touche Amore

30. Ultralight Beam - Kanye West

31. Do It, Try It - M83

32. Boyfriend - Tegan & Sara

33. Lonesome Sound - Merchandise

34. Ablaze - School of Seven Bells

35. Quiet Americans - Shearwater

36. Burn - James Supercave

37. Sister - Angel Olsen

38. 4 Degrees - ANOHNI

39. The Sound - The 1975

40. Thinking of You - The Thermals

41. Real Love Baby - Father John Misty

42. Lonely World - Moses Sumney

43. I Need You - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

44. I Am a Nightmare - Brand New

45. Utopia - Austra

46. Fingers Crossed - Maxwell

47. Hotel Pool - Lily & Madeline

48. You Look Like a Sad Painting on Both Sides of the Sky - MONEY

49. Change for the World - Charles Bradley

50. Left Handed Kisses - Andrew Bird

51. Sometimes - Oscar

52. Breakin’ Point - Peter Bjorn and John

53. Closing Argument - Into It. Over It.

54. Masterpiece - Big Thief

55. The Space Program - A Tribe Called Quest

56. Drunk and on a Star - Kevin Morby

57. Drunk Drivers / Killer Whales - Car Seat Headrest

58. Because I’m Me - The Avalanches

59. Have a Heart - Cymbals Eat Guitars

60. Sun - The Hotelier

61. Lazarus - David Bowie

62. Fade - Kanye West

63. Fall in Time - Teleman

64. Gardenia - Iggy Pop

65. Burn the Witch - Radiohead

66. Required Reading - Into It. Over It.

67. Not the One - Chumped

68. Dopamine - DIIV

69. Everybody Wants to Love You - Japanese Breakfast

70. Take It Out on Me - White Lies

71. Tuesdays - Jaye Bartell

72. New Song - Warpaint

73. Silly Me - Yeasayer

74. Everyday - SACRED PAWS

75. Hadron Collider - Blood Orange

76. Degraded - Preoccupations

77. 6 Inch (feat the Weeknd) - Beyonce

78. A Change of Heart - The 1975

79. No Woman - Whitney

80. Emotions and Math - Margaret Glaspey

81. untitled 08 09.06.2014. - Kendrick Lamar

82. Ode - Liam Betson

83. I Don’t Wanna Be Funny Anymore - Lucy Dacus

84. Dis Generation - A Tribe Called Quest

85. Goodbye Vibrations - Bill Baird

86. Spin the Dial - Beach Slang

87. Waste a Moment - Kings of Leon

88. FloriDada - Animal Collective

89. I Hate the Weekend - Tacocat

90. Mr. Startup - Wolf Parade

91. Victorious - Panic! At the Disco

92. Water - Ra Ra Riot

93. Persephone Dreams - NZCA Lines

94. Best to You - Blood Orange

95. Ain’t It a Sin - Charles Bradley

96. Wrap Your Arms Around Me - Britta Phillips

97. The Wheel - PJ Harvey

98. All Night - Beyonce

99. Doubts - PUP

100. Roller - Quilt

101. untitled 05 09.21.2014. Feat. Anna Wise - Kendrick Lamar

102. Girl From Conejo Valley - M. Ward

103. You Can’t Look Back - Taking Back Sunday

104. Apple Cider, I Don’t Mind - Modern Baseball

105. Hometown - Haley Bonar

106. Fallin Rain - Karl Blau

107. Where the Light Gets In - Primal Scream

108. What You Talking About? - Peter Bjorn and John

109. Vincent - Car Seat Headrest

110. Take a Chance (Feat Little Dragon) - Flume

111. Anxiety - Preoccupations

112. If I was a Folkstar - The Avalanches

114. Laser Gun feat Mai Lan - M83

115. Casual Party - Band of Horses

116. Romeo - Chairlift

117. Saturday Night Inside Out - The Avalanches

118. Hey You - The Thermals

119. Kismet Kill - Haley Bonar

120. Punks in a Disco Bar - Beach Slang

121. Cool Out (Feat. Natalie Prass) - Matthew E. White

122. Mood - Porches

123. Best Kept Secret - case/lang/veirs

124. <2 - Sad13

125. To Know You - Wild Nothing

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live music on saturday evening!

stormy records13306 michigan avedearborn, mi 48126 313-581-9322 INSTORE PERFORMANCE!!saturday jan 27th the city of dearborn is hosting a whole slew of live music, and the Stormy Records performance is going to be ERIK MALUCHNIK 6pm free, all ages beautiful soundscape ambient music made with guitars and synthesizers erik has been working on a large body of new pieces lately, and has agreed to grace us with some advance listens into those compositions - we're really excited!! in on thursday and friday since the 2 copies we had were put on hold in late 2017 and no one ever came to buy them, we have 2 copies of the CHILD BITE STNNNG split lp on clear vinyl with hand silk screening. no holds this time - if you want one - come in and buy it. TY SEGALL Freedom's Goblin cd $15.99lp $24.99Freedom's Goblin flies us around the soundworld of Ty Segall in nineteen tracks, allowing him to do a bit everything for the free and the goblins of Freedom alike! Deep impact rock of all shapes and sizes and some of the most violent, passionate, funny and free pop songs of 2018. NO AGE Snares Like A Haircutcd $15.99lp $20.99Rock and roll for the black hole - reimagined rippers, for the misfits that 2017 couldn't kill to blast under the shadow of the big boot and beyond the glow of the chemical horizon. This is driving music, and you're the designated shotgun rider - get in! BONNIE PRINCE BILLY Wolf of the Cosmoscd $15.99lp $21.99Bonny sings Susanna, to simply try and save the world. Sonata Dwarf Mix Cosmos is an old companion of his, and with the Chijimi house band + 1, they bring it all back home again, this time to the space in Bonny's place. “As other practitioners are leaving the room in favor of novel forms of recording and distro and consumption, we are left with a virtual PALACE, fantastical and real structures and practices. Like we are allowed into the museum at night. We can make a great essentially live record with great songs and great players because nobody else is? Wolf of the Cosmos...is about, as much as anything, direct engagement with recorded music. So step right up to the replicant.” — Bonnie Prince Billy DIAMANDA GALAS lp All The Way $26.99All The Way features remarkable, radical takes on familiar tunes, including the seminal “The Thrill Is Gone” and a solo piano interpretation of Thelonious Monk’s “’Round Midnight.” The album’s centerpiece is the American traditional “O Death,” which has become a staple in live performances, and concludes with “Pardon Me I’ve got Someone To Kill” by country singer Johnny Paycheck. All The Way includes both electric live recordings (recorded in Paris, Copenhagen, and East Sussex) and studio recordings made in San Diego, CA. DIAMANDA GALAS double lp At St Thomas the Apostle Harlem $33.99Live at St. Thomas the Apostle documents Galás’ volcanic May 2016 performance at St. Thomas the Apostle church in Harlem NY. Cd released in winter 2017, first time on vinyl. CHUCK JOHNSON lp Balsams $18.99released in 2017, chuck's spectacular slide guitar will make you think of lanios and eno, and transport you to some other imaginary land. garnered an 8.1 on pitchfork. On this expressive and singular new album, Chuck Johnson gives his steel pedal guitar the starring role, and creates a kind of country post-rock. It feels like a universe unto itself. MICHEL BANABILA double lp Trespassing / Marilli $29.99Trespassing is a double LP compilation focussing on Dutch electronic artist Michel Banabila's incursions into otherworldly and imagined realms. LP1 is a compilation of works spanning over 20 years that acts as a bridge between his earliest work and his contemporary practice. LP2 is a reissue of his early masterpiece Marilli, a highly sought-after album that acts as both an LSD inspired DIY tribute to Byrne and Eno's Ghosts and a youthful exploration of Banabila's personal background and his experience as a squatter in Amsterdam in the early 80s. SERGE BULOT lp Les Legendes De Broceliande $27.99Serge Bulot's multi-tracked masterpiece Les Légendes de Brocélainde (1981), is composed equally with synthesizers, organic instruments and percussion, all played by Bulot himself. The inimitable album softly navigates between ambient, folk and electronic jazz.From the mesmerizing ''Euryale'' to the contemplative ''Échos'' each pieces of this album evokes different stories and legends of Britany. The result is a collection of captivating and ethereal tracks, the perfect soundscape for the mythical french forest of Brocéliande. KONONO #1 MEETS BATIDA lp $24.99kalimba fever - have you got it? then you need this lp by konono #1The Congolese ensemble pairs with the Angolan-born producer Batida, and their best moments resemble a Ferris wheel spinning off its moorings, letting grooves careen and rumble as they might. GODFLESH lp Post Self $21.99finally brought in the new godflesh lp. some of the vocals are too heavy and growly for me, but i really liked all the music. not sure why the cookie monster had to show up, but it's not overwhelming for the most part. 8.1 on pitchfork. Three decades, six albums, and one 13-year hiatus later, Godflesh remain revered—and what’s more, they keep getting better. Post Self, the duo’s eighth LP and third release since reconvening in 2014, is easily the group’s best effort in over 20 years, not to mention 2017’s best industrial-metal album. Whereas the preceding A World Lit Only By Fire functioned primarily as a reintroduction to Godflesh’s primordial rage, Post Self represents a sinister amalgam of its creators’ greater body of work, especially Broadrick’s ambient project Jesu. Mills, Jeff: And Then There Was Light CD $15.99Poignant, aggressive, but serene sound track created by Jeff Mills for And Then There Was Light, a Japanese film directed by Tatsushi Omori based on the novel Hikari by Shion Miura. The music is an additional character in the scenes, showing the determination of the people and a great sense of loss, agony, and love. A synopsis of the film: On Mihama, an island off the coast of Tokyo, a middle school student, Nobuyuki, will do anything for his beautiful girlfriend and classmate, Mika. One night, he catches her in the arms of another man. Thinking quickly, Mika responds by pretending that she is being molested and calls for Nobuyuki's help. Nobuyuki naturally obliges and ends up killing the man. But someone witnessed the incident: a young neighbor named Tasuku, who looks up to Nobuyuki. That night, a devastating tsunami hits the island, wiping out most of its residents. All is quiet. Fast forward 25 years later, and Mika has become an actress leading a glamorous life. Nobuyuki, meanwhile, is married to another woman and has a five-year-old daughter. The past appears to have been buried for good, until one day the only witness to the crime, Tasuku, reappears with a vendetta on his mind. First, he seduces Nobuyuki's wife and begins an illicit affair with her. He then sends incriminating evidence of the long-lost crime to Mika. Once again, Nobuyuki finds himself needing to protect Mika. High Rise: ll LP $25.99Black Editions present a reissue of High Rise's II, originally released in 1986. High Rise exploded onto Tokyo's underground music scene with the roar and reckless abandon of a motorcycle accelerating headlong into a dead man's curve. Born from the explosive chemistry of bassist/vocalist Asahito Nanjo and frenetic guitarist Munehiro Narita, the band blazed a wild new stream of psychedelic guitar music. Their second album is a defining document of the band and unquestionably one of the greatest albums to emerge from 20th century underground Japan and beyond. With Nanjo's distorted thunder bass and Narita's wildly narrative lead guitar playing, II is a non-stop tour de force of improvised rock music. Combining elements of garage rock, punk, and no wave, the band pushed all levels fully in-the-red and transcended the limits of rock and psychedelia to create a raw, unique expansion of the music. Black Editions present High Rise's II, newly mixed and mastered by Asahito Nanjo in what the band states is the definitive version of their most quintessential recording. This new edition restores the original vinyl version's textured black and silver artwork. Housed in heavy Stoughton tip-on jacket. 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McLean enlists a sparkling lineup of hard bop stars, including trumpeter Blue Mitchell, pianist Walter Bishop, Jr., bassist Paul Chambers, and drummer Art Taylor. Mitchell particularly impresses, matching many of McLean's own inspired flights with his supple and progressive playing. Along with other fine Blue Note titles like Jackie's Bag and Bluesnik, Capuchin Swing makes for a great introduction to McLean's extensive catalog." -- Stephen Cook, All Music Basho, Robbie: Live Italy '82 CD $13.99Robbie Basho (1940-86), who died young after a stroke, never got his due in the culture at large, but steel-string guitar enthusiasts have known for decades that he was one of the greats of "American Primitivism". Technically adept and compositionally imaginative, fusing the music of many cultures into a mesmerizing solo style, he has been an inspiration for many; his music has generated a surge of interest in recent years. This 1982 concert was part of a four-show Italian tour. It took place at the 18th-century Palazzo Gaddi that housed the local music high school and was mostly used for classical concerts, in an intimate space co-organizer Mario Calvitti (whose memories of the events surrounding this concert make up the bulk of the liner notes) says Basho called it "one lovely little room where I could play all night." Only previously released incompletely as a download, this show can now be heard in its full glory. This release is in cooperation with the Official Robbie Basho Archives. No. 2 in the RB-Archives-Live series. Produced by Buck Curran; Co-released with Obsolete Recordings. VA: B Music Of Jean Rollin LP $27.99Rising out of the smoky Parisian Mai 68 shrapnel and claiming his stake as the first French vampire movie director, the inimitable father of European horrortica, Jean Rollin (1938-2010) has smudged the painted face of surrealist cinema for over five decades. Dragging his roots from beneath the Letterist/Situationist movements, avant-garde theater, and Belgian fine art groups and entwining them around the minds of sexual revolutionaries, the European comic book cognoscenti and the Parisian free jazz and rock scenes, Rollin stopped at nothing to bring his macabre fantasies of zygotic vampyrism and backwoods blood cults to Gallic cinémathèques and beyond. Celebrating the immortal legacy of the late director, Finders Keepers compile a detailed and comprehensive music cabinet of some of the finest musical moments from his initial directorial decade between 1968-1979, which provided a much needed platform for the freak rock and free jazz that mirrored the distorted erotic visions in his own mind's eye. Imagine Gong-gone-wrong meeting the art ensembles of Châteauroux... Fantasy pop groups mutate and thrive within... Features tracks from Yvon Gerault, Acanthus, Pierre Raph, and François Tusques. Indian Ocean: School Bell 12" $16.99"Chances are if you are reading this, you are probably already familiar with Dinosaur L's 'Go Bang' and danced countless times to Loose Joints' 'It's All Over My Face'. A prolific musician, Arthur Russell produced an abundant amount of recordings over the course of his career. Although a classically trained cellist, he released a number of successful underground dance hits under various monikers and collaborations. As a solo artist however, his inability to complete projects resulted in a limited amount of official releases; World of Echo (1986) being his only full-length solo effort to see release in his lifetime. After releasing a number of Club singles on labels like West End & Sire, Russell went on to form Sleeping Bag Records with Will Socolov as an outlet for a sound not as restrictive as his 'disco' material. The initial concept was that Russell would provide the musical direction while Socolov handled the business side. The label had huge success early on with Class Action's 'Weekend' remixed by Larry Levan, and Russell's seminal 'Go Bang,' credited to Dinosaur L and remixed by Francois Kevorkian. Although Russell and Socolov shared a lot of musical common ground, the difference in vision began to show. Russell's avant-garde sensibilities and perfectionism were not compatible with an industry standard to release singles in quick succession, and his 'work in progress' approach began to be financially draining, ultimately resulting in the dissolution of their partnership around 1983. With Arthur's departure, Sleeping Bag moved away from the experimental and towards a successful hip-hop route with the growing involvement of Kurtis Mantronik and leading to propel the careers of artists like Todd Terry, Just-Ice and EPMD. By the mid-80s, Russell's health began to deteriorate after contracting HIV. Although the business partnership did not work out, Socolov and Russell maintained their friendship. Aware of the time he had left, Russell reached out to Socolov to record what was to become Indian Ocean, his last release on Sleeping Bag and the last great collaboration between Arthur and his old friend Walter Gibbons. Unlike the rest of Russell's Dance collaborations, 'School Bell/Treehouse' is very intimate composition, putting to the forefront all the elements that defined him musically; with his own voice and cello as the anchors to a piece that keeps growing in intensity, melding the tribal rhythms of Mustafa Ahmed's conga with percussions that sound like distorted drum machines. There is a lot of beauty in this piece, with Peter Zummo's melancholic trombone lines and Arthur's keyboard playing. Adequately 'mixed with love' by Walter Gibbons, 'School Bell/Treehouse' really synthesizes the energy and soundscapes of Arthur's dancefloor." Leimer, K: Imposed Order / Imposed Absence (Remastered + Expanded) 2CD $20.99"The first phase of K. Leimer's recorded work began in 1972 with the production of the Grey Cows cassette and culminated in 1983 with the release of Imposed Order. Though work seemingly stopped following the release of I/O, Leimer continued to record and experiment with sound during what proved to be a 15-year interregnum for his Palace of Lights label. That work, never before issued, is included in this expanded remaster. Imposed Absence features ten tracks recorded in the years between Imposed Order and his return to releasing music with The Listening Room. Imposed Absence features the addition of Mellotron and early digital synths, some excursions into lo-fi and, unusual in his catalog, a few improvised tracks. Combined with the VOD double album of his earliest tape recordings and RVNG's A Period Of Review double album, the release of Imposed Order / Imposed Absence brings the entirety of Leimer's early work into view. Remastered by Taylor Deupree at 12K Mastering. K. Leimer founded Palace of Lights in 1979. Leimer has been actively producing music since the mid-1970s -- his current catalog includes eighteen solo albums plus collaborative albums with Savant and Marc Barreca. His work is included in the collection of The British Library." Leimer, K: Imposed Order / Imposed Absence (Remastered + Expanded) LP $20.99LP version. "The first phase of K. Leimer's recorded work began in 1972 with the production of the Grey Cows cassette and culminated in 1983 with the release of Imposed Order. Though work seemingly stopped following the release of I/O, Leimer continued to record and experiment with sound during what proved to be a 15-year interregnum for his Palace of Lights label. That work, never before issued, is included in this expanded remaster. Imposed Absence features ten tracks recorded in the years between Imposed Order and his return to releasing music with The Listening Room. Imposed Absence features the addition of Mellotron and early digital synths, some excursions into lo-fi and, unusual in his catalog, a few improvised tracks. Combined with the VOD double album of his earliest tape recordings and RVNG's A Period Of Review double album, the release of Imposed Order / Imposed Absence brings the entirety of Leimer's early work into view. Remastered by Taylor Deupree at 12K Mastering, the vinyl includes a four-page booklet and download card for all nineteen tracks. K. Leimer founded Palace of Lights in 1979. Leimer has been actively producing music since the mid-1970s -- his current catalog includes eighteen solo albums plus collaborative albums with Savant and Marc Barreca. His work is included in the collection of The British Library." 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POWERFUL ESSAY On Music/Creativity, Depression / Generational Shifts, etc. - Bravo Rich Larson! - so much resonates for this 52 year old, still struggling...***

“Chris Cornell died early Thursday morning. His band Soundgarden played a show on Wednesday night at the Fox Theater in Detroit. Two hours after the show ended, he was gone.

For two days, I’ve been working on a piece to pay tribute to him, and it’s been a struggle. Usually when I have a problem like this it’s because I’m staring at a blank screen trying to figure out what I want to say. That’s not the problem this time. The problem is I have way too much to say.

I’m not going to sit here and claim to have been a huge fan of Soundgarden. I didn’t dislike them, I just had to take them in small doses. I was a fan of Cornell. I love “Seasons,” the solo song he had on Cameron Crowe’s movie, Singles. It’s a droning acoustic song about isolation and the meaningless passing of time. Your basic nihilistic statement written at what was probably the peak of rock’s most nihilistic period.

I was a fan of Cornell as a person. Of all the great musicians that were packed into Seattle in the late 80’s and early 90’s, from Mark Arm of Mudhoney to Jeff Ament of Mother Love Bone and Pearl Jam to the Great Tortured Genius himself, Kurt Cobain, Cornell seemed like he rose a little bit above the others. He was the unofficial communicator of the Seattle scene. Like a Pacific Northwest Sinatra, he had a charisma and a calm grace about him. He was thoughtful, even charming, in interviews, unlike his compatriots who disdained fame and accolades (or at least pretended to). Cornell was the guy who seemed most like he could handle all the attention without turning it into an existential crisis.

Now he’s dead because, as it turns out, he had been dealing with an existential crisis most of his life. I was a fan, and I had a ton of respect for him. But it’s taken me a little while to understand why his death has affected me as strongly as it has.

At first I thought it might have something to do with the fact that I was mostly a bystander while the music of my generation was taking over. Just as Nirvana and Pearl Jam were making that gigantic breakthrough in 1992, my fiancé and I discovered we were pregnant. So instead of investigating mosh pits at the 7th Street Entry, or watching Soundgarden and Pearl Jam rule the stage at Lollapalooza (it was a traveling festival in those days), I was hastily throwing together a wedding and then changing diapers. My wife and I got an early jump on things, so we’ve always told ourselves that we’d make up for lost time in our forties and fifties.

Well here we are, and something like this just makes it feel like we’ve arrived too late. But while that’s a legitimate thing, I don’t really think that’s exactly what is bothering me.

Then I thought maybe it’s a generational thing. Grunge is the gift that Generation X gave to the world of music. We took all that slacker cynicism, mixed it up with our older siblings’ sneering punk attitude, Zeppelin’s low end and, if we’re being honest, a little heroin. The result was the musical version of Beckett’s Waiting for Godot. It was gorgeous art that was absolutely sure that nothing really matters, making it feel immediate and important. It was the sound of a generation telling everybody, including ourselves, to fuck off.

And while we were wallowing in our splendid alienation, our spokespeople, predictably, started dying. First it was Andrew Wood of Mother Love Bone. A lot of us didn’t know about him until Cornell, along with Wood’s erstwhile bandmates (who were about to form Pearl Jam) memorialized him with a one off tribute called Temple of the Dog. Somehow, Wood’s story made death part our music’s romantic foundation.

A couple years later, Cobain killed himself with a shotgun. He was 27. Our Bob Dylan, the voice of our generation, threw it all away because he was afraid he was becoming a cliché. At least, that’s what we told ourselves at the time.

Shortly thereafter, Kristen Pfaff of Hole overdosed and died in a bathtub. And then Shannon Hoon of Blind Melon overdosed and died on a tour bus. It felt like people like D’arcy Wretzky of Smashing Pumpkins, Scott Weiland of Stone Temple Pilots, and, perhaps especially, Courtney Love – Pfaff’s bandmate and Cobain’s widow – were all headed in the same direction.

Alice in Chains’ Layne Staley died of a gruesome overdose. The fact that his body was not discovered for more than a week felt somehow fitting. He was a emblematic of a generation that just wanted to be left alone.

And just when it felt like our music, and maybe our entire generation, would never live to see 30, things turned around. Love and Weiland cleaned their acts up (at least for a while). Bands like Pearl Jam thrived long after the term “Heroin Chic” disappeared. Before we knew it, we were a decade into a new century and a lot of the Poets of Grunge were still standing. Some of them were even in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. It felt like our heroes were out of the woods.

When Weiland died of an overdose of cocaine, alcohol and MDA at the end of 2015, it felt like an echo, and not something rooted in the present. He had become the most notorious addict of them all over the years; in and out of rehab so many times we had all lost hope for him. His death was something that had been predicted so often for so long that it might as well have happened in 1997.

But Chris Cornell died of suicide on May 17, 2017, at the age of 52. He was a dad. He was a philanthropist. He was becoming an elder statesman of rock. He was a grown up. Cornell was aging gracefully, even doing that thing where some guys get better looking as they get older. He got Soundgarden back together, and they made a great new album a couple years ago. His voice still had all the power and strength it had displayed in his youth. Much like the rest of us, the world had kicked his ass a couple times, and he survived.

But now he’s gone, and goddammit, his is the death that bothers me the most. As I’ve been thinking about this, I’m realizing that it’s both a personal and a generational thing. Cornell had a long struggle with depression. As have I. As have many of you.

It’s possible that, along with grunge, Generation X’s other great gift to society is depression. I mean, of course it was here long before the Baby Boomers started re-producing, but we talk about it more than those who came before us. We talk about it as a demon or a monster. It’s a dark shadow that shows itself at any point in time without warning. It surrounds us, isolates us, and quiets us. Depression likes to blame things. We feel like shit because of mistakes we have made in life or because of the state of the world or because we aren’t perfect. Without a lot of help and a lot of work, it’s impossible to know that it really is a chemical imbalance in our brains. After twenty-plus years of trying to de-stigmatize depression, some of us still have a hard time recognizing it for what it is. And even then, it doesn’t always matter.

You might think grunge is about anger, but that’s not completely true. Yes, it can sound that way, but it’s really about depression and cynicism. Those two go hand-in-hand, along with their nasty little sister, anxiety. When the three of them get going, they just eat hope as quickly as it can be summoned. That leaves despair and despair is exhausting, not just for those who experience it, but for the people around it as well. So we keep it to ourselves because we don’t want to be a burden. And then it gets to be too much.

Doesn’t matter if you’re a student, a mom, an accountant or a rock star. It doesn’t matter if you’ve written about it your entire life as a means of keeping it at bay. It doesn’t matter if the music you made about it brought in fame, respect and millions of dollars. It doesn’t matter if your entire generation has suffered from it. Depression makes you feel totally alone. You hit the breaking point, and then, like Chris Cornell, you die alone in the bathroom.

This was a well-respected member of his community; a beloved musical hero who seemed to have it all together. This could have been any of us. And brothers and sisters, if it’s you, don’t mess around with it. Please find some help.

Cornell is speaking to us all one last time. This isn’t something we left behind with our twenties. This isn’t something cured by age or financial security. This isn’t something you “outgrow.” If it’s allowed to fester, depression is stronger than wisdom. Depression is insidious and tenacious.

Depression can get to anybody. It can make you feel like an old man at 27. It can make you feel lost as a child at 52.

Call it a senseless tragedy. Call it a second-act cautionary tale. Call it whatever you want. Just don’t blow it off as meaningless.

Rest in peace, Chris.” ************************

Rich Larson is a freelance writer & budding publishing entrepreneur. If you like what you’ve read here, please CONSIDER THIS. He can be reached at [email protected]

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