#does he get his knives from like… the mall??

[raccoonspooky]

I just found the funniest knife from my middle school years and like lmfao what in the vincent sinclair

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt. Nanny Wilson

Little Danny is almost lost in the mall when his parents suddenly run too fast in an attempt to catch up a ghost that their equipment has detected. Young Fenton is not a crybaby at all, but being alone without daddy and mommy is a little scary, so he begins to whimper and run around, trying to find familiar features in the blurry figures around him. Finally, he bumps into the thigh with a gun. It doesn't look much like an ectoblast, but dad is always inventing something new, so Danny quickly hugs this leg as hard as he can and begs loudly.

Danny: Daddy! Don't leave me! Slade: What the hell… Boy, I'm not your dad.

Danny blinks a few times and realizes that this man really doesn't look like Jack.

Danny: Oh. I'm sowwy. Can you help me find my daddy?

Slade: What makes you think I'm going to do this?

Danny: You have a gun and dad has a gun, so you're good. Are you here to hunt too? Slade: Something like that...What's your father's name, kid?

Jack: Danny! There you are!

A huge figure in a hazmat suit rushes towards them and Danny notices that his new friend is hastily hiding the weapon. To cheer up the man who is obviously meeting Jack Fenton for the first time, Danny smiles broadly. Dad may look scary, but he doesn't steal other people's toys.

Jack: Oh, thanks for looking after him. Our goal turned out to be too fast and we didn't even notice when our boy started to fall behind. Slade: No problem, colleague. Maddie: ? Danny: Kind uncle is also a hunter. Maddie: Oh, that's great! Em, sorry, but is there any chance that you have a time to look after our boy for a few days? We'll pay you well. You see, he rarely trusts people so quickly, and we absolutely do not have time to look for a replacement for our old nanny, and we really need to complete the last project as soon as possible.

Looking at the giggling boy trying to see if there are any other interesting things on him, Wilson decides that this will not be a bad experience in case he decides to establish a relationship with his found daughter.

Slade: All right, I'll take your order.

~~~About ten years later~~~

Danny, who is much more familiar with death than in canon, after being freshly ghosted: Damn, nanny will be so mad at me.

~~~~~ Danny: Hey, Slade. Do you want me to show you something cool? Slade: Not now, kid, nanny is cleaning up. Danny: Yeah, about that. *makes a corpse go through the ground* Ta-da! Can we talk now? Slade at the first second: *Surprised Pikachu face*. Slade when he notices a strange glow around Danny, like from ectoplasm in the lab of the boy's parents: >:( … >:( … >:( Danny: S-stop it!

~~~~~ Slade: And take out the bloodstains from those shirts too, they're my favorites. Danny: Oh dude, have you heard that child labor is illegal? Slade: Whoever doesn't help uncle Slade doesn't get a new knife for Christmas. Danny: Pfff…Now I'm my own weapon, come up with something new or I'll find myself a cooler mentor. Slade: Jackanapes!

~~~~~

When Wilson stumbles upon a distraught runaway Robin, he sincerely tries to take care of him as well as he took care of Danny. Deathstroke is an experienced babysitter, so there shouldn't be any problems with vigilante child being around on his missions. All children love knives, workouts and guns, right? Plus, staying alone when they are upset, as Jazz says, is unhealthy.

~~~~A few days later~~~~

Dick's thoughts: He wants to make me his evil sidekick, oh no! Wilson's thoughts: What's wrong with this kid? Batman so fucked up? Wayne needs to be stripped of his parental rights. I'm calling Jazz.

~~~~~

Wilson, who does not understand that he has been hanging out with Fentons too long, looks with perplexity at Grayson, who's running away from flying pieces of Maddie's pizza, then shoots some pepperoni and sits down at the table. It's going to be a long way. Poor boy.

~~~~~

Meanwhile, Fenton family is visiting Masters for the first time. Vlad tries to flirt with Maddie and then pretends to be good-natured while getting to know Danny.

Danny: I know 54 ways to kill you with this fork. If I were you I think I'd watch my mouth. Jack: He's joking, V-man. Danny: I'm not. Jack: He's just like his babysitter. They have such an unusual sense of humor. I think our boy really likes you! Usually Danny is too shy to talk like this with strangers. Vlad: Babysitter? Maddie: Yes, Mr. Wilson helped us out a lot and often did not even take payment. He's an angel. Vlad: I think I've heard that name somewhere before... Jack: Ugh, I want to introduce you anyway! Danny: Me too. Jack: Great. What about Wednesday? Danny: Dad, uncle might be busy. Let me ask him when he has time to, um, pay your old friend a visit.

[deadghosy]

HAZBIN HOTEL X ROBLOX NOOB! READER

prompt: your best friend John Doe hacked you into a universe where hell is much different in your mind

“OOF-” you said as you press the buttons on your ps5. A portal opens as blocky person with yellow skin exits out of the portal looking at you. “JD!” You said with a “:P” face. “noob…you get to get out the house more…” John Doe said with a static voice as he picked up your bloxy body and thrown you into a portal as you kept smiling

“:) yay I’m falling.” You said out loud as you felt yourself fall in the air. You fell but landed on your feet like always. You look around to see that it smell like must, ass, and most importantly fire. You walked around just smiling as demons and sinners looked as if you were some weirdo…..

You came across the hotel and applied for a job to be the schedule manager. You got a red outfit to match vaggie and Charlie as you grab a flat board and started to write who gets to do what.

Noob! Reader is the type to pull out a cannon out of fucking no where and fuck someone’s life up🦆(a/n: pinkie pie type shit)

I can see Alastor watching you do a r6 dance as he just looked at you weirdly with a strained smile. You literally said out loud “/E DANCE!” And started to dance 😭

Lucifer got scared because he accidentally let you dove off a roof…but you respawned with a blue force field around you making Lucifer think you were an angel.

You love the egg boiz as they love you too! You do color sheets with them as Pentious brings you guys some cookies like a mom💗

You had onetime pulled a chainsaw out because husk said he needed to get a haircut on his fur. You literally pullled it out of no while husk jolted looking at your crazed face as you reved it up.

“You said you needed a hair cut!!” “I SAID HAIR CUT! NOT END MY LIFE YOU FUCKER!” Husk yells back as you chase him smiling like “:D” with the chainsaw. It was giving scooby doo as you kept chasing him.

Lucifer would be weirded out with Noob as noob just sticks their tongue out like the :P face while Lucifer pokes you curious about your game like box body.

I imagine noob! Reader showing Charlie a picture of bacon hair boy who is doing orange justice in the back. “Oh is that your friend?” Charlie says with a nervous smile at how your friend’s hair literally looks like bacon or is. You nodded excitedly as you wave your phone happily at bacon hair boy.

You blasted “it’s raining tacos” outside of the Vee’s tower when learning your friends had opps in there. So you wanted to annoy them.

This lasted for 2 days until vaggie had found you and took you home as you screamed out the song LOUD AND PROUD

I can imagine Lucifer making you a duck hat that says “don’t duck with me!” It’s so cute 🦆

I headcannon noob!reader to be the most dangerous being in hell as they literally been to every other gun and fighting game of the roblox universe.

NOOB SOLOS‼️‼️🔥

You know those badass Roblox games with those cool combat moves? That’s what you use. 🤨

You grabbed a sinner’s face and run dragging their body in the ground with a smile. You lifted your arm and swing them around as they flew to who knows where as the crew behind you had an either shocked or entertained face.

One time Charlie and you were shopping in a mall and you peaked over the boarder to keep people from falling. “I wonder if I can die from this height.” “NOOB NO-” that’s when you had to get a kid leash on you anytime you go out with the staff.

It was a nice day as Angel was throwing knives to increase his skills. You walked by him curiously grabbing two knives and throwing them at the same time. Making it hit the bullseye as Angel looked at you shock.

“Whoa kid, how did you learn to do that?” Angel asked pulling out the knives you made in the bullseye. “I was murder once!” You said with a happy smile as you walked away. Angel dust has the most confused face ever(picture below)

I headcannon noob!reader to be like Kirby. So like noob pulls out a knife to be murder, and then they could pull out a gun as Sheriff✨🦆

“Pew pew pew” you said as you stood on the balcony of the hotel as you shot at random sinners. Alastor appeared behind you confused but laughs at the misery of the sinner running when a missed shot almost killed them.

One time Angel gave you a Tommy gun not suspecting you know how to use it….you literally started to blast sinners away-

You SHOT AN OLD LADY ALSO😨

yeah Angel never gave you his Tommy gun ever again.

As you stayed in hell, you didn’t know that you would be spied on by the angels as Adam laughs at how chaotic and naive you are.

You’re so use to bullshit in Roblox you just stand there like “🧍🏾” as shit goes on. Literally when Charlie was panicking when the extermination was due in 6 months

During a uno game you ate a card as husk was trying to win but forfeited in anger as you screamed out uno. Leaving the missing card out of your mouth….it got quiet so quick as husk chased after you.

Niffty finds you amazing as you both have crazed tendencies. You both literally cause made chaos around places 🤭

YOU USE YOUR ADOPT ME SCAMMING SKILLS TO SCAM PEOPLE 😭😭 I CAN SEE THIS

The overlords are confused when they see Lucifer bring you to a meeting for once. You just sat there eating a taco. “Ello.” You said waving your blocky arm at them.

When watching the horror movies with the crew, you don’t react at all with Alastor as you been in lots of horror games with that one guy named Guest…you miss home and him.

I headcannon that you once accidentally summoned John Doe because you sneezed and he literally stood there as you hugged him. The rest of the crew was confused thinking he was your brother.

[peachy-skies-writings]

keith kogane x archer reader headcanons!! maybe u can include both pre relationship and established relationship headcanons!!

Agh sorry for the delay! Hope you like :)

I wasn't sure if you meant archer like the tv show or someone who does archery so I just did archery since I actually know what I'm talking about with that! Let me know if not and I'll research archer.

Also so glad you send about Keith phew I've been wanting to write about him foreeeevvveeerrr

Voltron Keith and Archer!Reader (GN)

Pre-Relationship

He thinks it's pretty cool that you're an archer. Keith is more up close and personal with the enemy so it's interesting for him to learn how you fight.

If you're in the fight with him providing long range support, he'd try to keep up with your arrows. He's a lil competitive what can I say?

Will stop for a brief sec to admire your shot if you do a great one and it's safe enough. You might even get a "heh nice" if he's feeling chatty.

I feel like Keith would ask to see your bow and your arrows to look at the craftmanship - he's pretty big on weapons, especially knives, so if you've got a cool bow (you definitely do) he'd ask to hold it and look at the carvings.

Big fan of watching you train... so he can learn... of course... definitely not oogling... no idea what you're talking about.

BONUS: Lance definitely makes fun of him for staring at you while you're training.

Established Relationship

Fighting with him is great, he is usually slightly ahead of you and super fast but you've trained with him enough to know where to shoot without hitting him. You both keep tallies of how many enemies you got and compare while you're travelling back. One with the least does the dishes.

If you land a particularly impressive shot, you'd hear "great shot babe!" through the comms (and groaning from Lance).

Trusts you with his life ngl would let you shoot an apple off his head. Has offered multiple times which is uh a lil worrying (he likes adrenaline a teeny bit too much)

Will tell Krolia about your archery skills and basically brag to her about how good you are. She'd definitely say "if you're that good then you can shoot this off my head" (Like mother; like son)

At the Space Mall, he'd not actively be looking but he'd definitely keep an eye out for anything archery themed there that he can get you. Whether that's new string for your bow, new gloves or a really nice new quiver (in red and black ofc so everyone knows you're his).

Watches you train and will give you pointers. He tries to train with you to improve his long-range defences with his sword and shield but sometimes (most of the time) the training will end with you both making out.

[sil3ntfr34k]

Could you do like postal dude being a yandere please

(I don't think he'd love someone so much he'd be yandere, but ill make him jealous and possessive)

(Also P2 Dude bc i think he'd be the closest to a yandere)

‘Yandere’ Postal 2 Dude x Reader

Dude has also been a little possessive and jealous during the relationship, but it starts off 'casual', if that's what you can call it. In the beginning, he might get a little pissed off at the guy who won't stop staring at you and start to be more touchy, throwing his arm around your shoulder and leave a wet kiss on your cheek, but once the guy is gone he stops it.

It not until he starts to release that you're not going anywhere when you're still with him despite all the shit he puts you through does he start to act more possessive with you.

His possessive acts might include having you wear something of his, like his sunglasses on your head, orrr he might let you wear his trench coat when he gets too hot. Having you wear something of his really makes it feel like you 'belong' to him.

Stalker but is really bad at it. Sometimes his schizophrenia gets to him and he starts to think there might be someone or something after you because of your tie to him, so he starts to follow you. The only thing is though is that he doesn't hide himself. You'll see him at the store in a different isle, and then again when your at the mall in a different store, and then AGAIN at the library. He doesn't even try to hide, he just stands there and acts like he's doing something while stealing glimpses of you.

"Dude, what are you doing here? Didn't i just see you like an 30 minutes ago???" "... ... Small world we live in..."

Does the basic yandere things I think, like killing for you but doesn't do whatever you want and worships you. He'll kill someone for being mean to you with a quick bullet to the head, but not in a 'Don't you ever speak ill to my precious gem auuwae!', but in a more 'What a annoying asshole...' Yet despite this, he will not fall to his knees and kiss your feet just because he 'loves you'. He might be a little more affectionate with his kisses and hugs you more, but he still likes his personal space.

Since you've become to close and important to him, you are now subject to his mental issues and how they now affect you too!! During episodes, he surprisingly remembers who you are, saving you from his murderous rampages. Although you still shouldn't get caught in the middle of them. He knows who you are and all, but that doesn't mean your image can't be corrupted in his eyes. One wrong move and your suddenly not his partner anymore, just someone pretending to be them.

During a episode where he's more of like "Who am I? Where am I? What's going on?", he turns more clingy and basically interrogates you, asking things like 'How did we get here? What is this place? Why are we here?'. You'll have to make him sit down and try to distract him with his favorite things like shiny knives, heavy guns, and probably trailer park boys,,,

all in all, not rlly a yandere, but not rlly normal about his love either! He's a strange strange creature...

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton is going on a trip with his S/O for two weeks and so lets his child to his brother for a while. How does it go?

Undertale Sans - Pretty good. Sans is already pretty close from his nephew/niece, he's actually happy he gets to have some alone time with them for two weeks. Sans is just happy to not be alone in his house actually. He's taking the kid to the beach and the mall, and even to Disneyland. He's buying them new toys and ice creams. He still can't cook a proper dinner though, to the point they're dining at Toriel's place almost every night lol. He's actually a little sad when Papyrus comes to pick them up. It was fun.

Undertale Papyrus - He's very happy to have his niece/nephew! Well, it's obvious to him now that the kid picks up after their dad, sleeping in the morning and everything, but that won't stop Papyrus to take them running in the morning (on his back, most of the time), and have fun with Undyne and Alphys a few days a week, hiking or to have lunch in the park. Papyrus plays the cool uncle, he wants Sans to be so impressed.

Underswap Sans - Lord have mercy. Blue took the kid only because Asgore was not here either. Even if he loves his nephew/niece, he was really fine just seeing them once a week or something. This is a bit too much for him. Funnily enough, Honey's kid is his mirror: super energetic and impossible to convince to just lie down for five minutes. Blue is having anxiety as they keep running on the road without a warning or playing with sharp knives in the kitchen. He needs a break. Someone saves him. He keeps repeating himself it's only for two weeks and counts the days, grinding his teeth.

Underswap Papyrus - The kid is actually already closer from his uncle than his father, which is a little sad, but that's how it is. It doesn't change anything for Honey, who considers them like his own kid already. They're always hanging out together, it's just extra time together.

Underfell Sans - The kid is happy his dad is not there and tends to get a little too much at home for Red's taste lol. They're a little monster, pranking him, running away in the crowds, randomly jumpscaring their uncle behind the corners just to see him screech in terror... Red wants the two weeks to end lol. He loves his nephew/niece but they're too much to handle for one skeleton and he certainly doesn't have Edge's natural authority to lecture them efficiently. They know he won't say anything and so just keep tormenting him for the rest of the week :')

Underfell Papyrus - He can't believe how much swear they know and he's so mad at this. Other than that, he's a pretty chill uncle as long as the kids behave. They know better anyway. Uncle Edge is less merciful than his brother and more strict naturally. The kids are little angels for two weeks. Red is shocked none of them were bad actually. That's witchcraft.

Horrortale Sans - He's using the kid as emotional support lol. He feels betrayed and abandoned by Willow and he's not living it well. Willow dropped him at Grillby's place for the two weeks with his nephew/niece. Oak is pouting the entire first week, and the second, he's acting like his brother doesn't exist lol. He's warming up to the kid though and they spend some time together, even if it's hard because Oak can't really help with their basic needs. When Willow is coming to fetch them, Oak still pretends he's not there and refuses to move. He's mad.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's more nervous about Oak being all alone in the wild with his human than about the kids. He loves the kids, and he's already taking care of them every day anyway. Nothing really change, except he's a nervous wreck through all the two weeks.

Swapfell Sans - Pranks. Pranks and mess everywhere. Rus kids are the worse. They're like Rus, but somehow with even more energy. Nox is screeching all day long after them but they're immuned to his big eyes and his big voice. He has no authority whatsoever on them. Nox is resigned after the first week. He knows his house is a battlefield, but at least he still has coffee. Until that tragic day when his precious baby served him blue paint coffee and he lost his mind, screaming and rolling on the floor. He's going to tell Rus what he thinks of his education techniques lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's terrified. His niece tied him to a small chair so tight he can't actually move and she's forcing him to drink muddy water as she wants to have a tea party with him. This is torture. That kid is not normal. Rus is traumatised, the kid keeps imagination the weirdest game possible, straight up torturing him or drawing on his face for fun. Someone comes to his rescue please... He needs help.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine didn't sleep the entire two weeks as he was terrified something bad could happen to the child. He's guarding them with his life, refusing them to spend even two minutes on their own lol. He's not used to having children around, he's stressed as hell but he doesn't want to disappoint his brother. He's a terrible uncle, he has no idea what he is doing and that's the first time he shows vulnerability lol. Please, Coffee, come home early. He's going to die.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Welp, Wine doesn't have children so he takes care of himself and that's already a lot, trust me. I mean, he's not sure how he's going to explain Wine why there is no kitchen any more. He might have put foil into the microwave and it exploded...

[macabreblublu]

Ghost headcanons💀

Because I’m unoriginal and suffering in Literature class

Also this is my first time just sharing headcannons so please be nice-

- More of the quiet-angry type, rarely gets “loud, yelling-profanities-in-one-breath” kind of angry

- When something does cause him to be like that though (god have mercy on it), everyone just- doesn’t know how to react; whether it’s terrifying or just shocking

- Either way, Soap finds it hilarious but he doesn’t laugh about it publicly when it does happen. Maybe a snort or two slips out 

- When he gets quiet-angry, every poor soldier in the room swears they start shivering and are just unable to move

- Has crooked nails and very rough skin at the edge of his fingers, specifically the thumbs and index fingers (he picks them until they bleed whenever he’s alone in his room in the base and suffering from panic attacks) -projected my issues here *cOugh- 

More underneath cause I don’t wanna hog anyone’s dashes :”D

- Soap found out about this and gave him a pack of bandaids. But they’re all decorated with cartoons or patterns. Ghost still uses them anyway

- He’d be caught dead before anyone sees his bandaid-covered fingers because he always wears gloves. Except for Soap ofc, he has seen them and he has doodled on them before as a reward for actually taking his advice because yer fingers can git infected Ghost-

- Is the type to do silly things when he’s stuck somewhere deserted or is just lingering around a place like an empty museum or mall (thinking back to the time in Mission: Alone where he was waiting for Soap in the church) 

- Such as getting on a high place to sit his bored arse down and maybe even swing his legs back and forth to relieve his aching knees (this man looks so stiff whenever he sits down istg) 

- Or remembering a song in his head and tapping his feet to it, maybe even slightly dancing

- But he has to be completely alone. Surveys the whole area and makes sure there’s not a living soul within a 2 mile radius

- Not sure if he has a flat canonically but if he were to live in one, it’ll be the bare minimum. (I’d prolly live like him too cause simplicity ya know? Anyways-)

- I’m talking about two-roomed flat (not including the separate toilet) with one; a small store room just reeking from unknown junk in there and his bedroom with a single air mattress with a few duct tape patches by its sides due to his pocket knives falling out from his pockets and somehow unsheathing (trust me, it happened to me a bunch of times when I went camping) when he actually sleeps deeply or from under his pillow

- Only uses the kitchen to boil water and drink tea, he orders takeout. He’s a decent cook but he can be an excellent one if he had time to practice and actually put his mind to it

- Sleeps in low light, the light source being the street lamps outside his flat. Does not sleep in darkness, will have flashbacks to when he was buried with a corpse (yes I’m mixing the comics with this cause I thought that was a cool detail and angst potential)

- Random but, always wins during Uno games with TF 141. No one exactly knows how he guesses the next colour placed onto the middle stack or how he always has smth to put

I think that’s all for now, I had lots of fun coming up with these and I hope some of y’all will have fun reading it too! Lemme know if you guys want more HCs for Ghost or Soap! I’m still getting used to these characters so only Ghost and Soap are on my mind :”D maybe even Konig 

Also if you are curious about my works, I do art too! 

Reblogs are much appreciated :>>>

[alexanderflowerbird]

DAY 3

Today's been a busy day for me, to be honest! I sat down to write late, but outside of that I had work, and then I went to the mall to treat myself a little bit. I've been thinking about my writing all day, but sometimes thinking about it and sitting down to do it are entirely divorced from each other. I'm sure plenty of fellow writers can empathize with that; most of the time thinking about my writing gets me excited to write, I think of phrases or scenes or moments that I MUST get down and that gets my ass in a seat ready to write, but occasionally thinking about it doesn't spur me into action like that. Today's one of those days I suppose. I have been struggling with a sort of malaise for a while now and that effects my creative process too, so today I feel a little bit sad, and I've been busy, and I'm not as motivated as usual. That hasn't stopped me though, because frankly, very little manages to stop me when I decide I'm going to do something lol So I've written today. Nearly a thousand words, the scene I got out is 929 words, but I have my buffer to make up for the 71 I've missed today and plenty more than that. I can already tell that being part of a writing group is what's going to get me through this. My friends have been talking today about what they're going to work on, and it's given me a feeling of support and responsibility. They're working hard, they're creating amazing art, I want to create art with them, too. My husband has been making time to write even while he's working and driving a ton, so how can I let a little rain clouds and business slow me down? I didn't. I got this. So here's an excerpt for you. CW for F-slur

“How many times I gotta tell you, Malachi? She don’t wanna see you. Haven’t wanna see you since you got locked up. What’s so hard to understand, ah?” Esteban seems to think that he’s gotten better at lying since when they were kids, that ten years time has changed him in a way that makes him more difficult to read. It hasn’t. Even after all this time, Esteban is still the sort of guy that gets loud when he’s trying to hide something, that can’t quite make eye contact like a dog who’s eaten something he shouldn’t. Malachi has endured an hour of this, of trying to gently pry Esteban’s jaws open and get him to spit out the truth with counter points to his arguments. He isn’t looking to try and move back in with Felina, he just wants to see her. He owes her apologies and it’s not for Esteban to say what she does or doesn’t want. He deserves to see his daughter. How would Esteban feel if his little girl went away and he never got to see her again? Esteban has only recently had a daughter, one of three, and while that argument hits him in a way that seems to break down his resolve, he still won’t crack and tell Malachi what it is he’s so determined to hide. 

“I thought we were friends, Esteban. Friends for life.” This is an underhanded tactic, but Malachi’s running out of options. He pours beer from the pitcher they’re sharing into Esteban’s cup for effect, topping it off before trying to meet the other man’s eyes. Esteban groans and leans back in his seat, running his hands down his face. He’s being reminded that when they were kids they made promises to each other they both took very seriously, that they’d sealed those promises in blood drawn by their matching pocket knives. It’d been stupid of them, but it was boy shit, boy shit that kept them sewn together for life, especially when Malachi a couple years later knocked up his sister and more than that, married her. Malachi feels bad to call upon those old promises. 

It’s clear Esteban doesn’t know all the reasons why Malachi and Felina split; he thinks Felina doesn’t want to associate with a criminal, that she’s gone off these last ten years to put young, dumb love behind her. Esteban wouldn’t have met with him if he knew the rest, and as selfish as it is to think of it in this way, that gives Malachi some hope. Felina could’ve told her whole family she’d married a faggot, that he’d been talking to men behind her back, had saddled her with a child, married her before the eyes of God only to prefer ass fucking. She hadn’t though; she’d left that out. Malachi can understand why in his own, pitiful way. She didn’t give a shit that he liked men, she gave a shit that he didn’t love her, not the way she wanted, not the way she loved him. No point in ensuring that every man in her family would want Malachi’s head on a spike as soon as he got out of jail. Esteban thinks he was a stupid kid who made a mistake. 

Esteban had nearly been part of that mistake, if he hadn’t been in the middle of having his first baby, starting a car shop, trying to get his life right the old fashion way. He’d been tempted, Malachi remembers, but ultimately had said no, and Malachi is sure that there’s something like guilt that’s brought him to this bar to meet with Malachi. Guilt and the blood bond of young boys, boys who had sisters and always wanted a brother. 

“We are man, you think I’d be here after you broke my sister’s heart if I didn’t call you my friend? I should whoop your ass, but I bet you got that plenty in prison. I’m telling you though man,” Esteban hesitates, groans again and takes a long swig from his beer. “Where she’s gone you don’t wanna go. I don’t even go out there, I don’t know why she’s out there with Mercedes ‘cept she went a bit nuts after you left. I know you wanna see Cede, but man… just wait a couple years?” As soon as he says it he knows it’s a stupid and unfair request, his voice pitching up and his shoulders shrugging. Malachi looks across at him with open disapproval and he scoffs. 

“Man… Fine. Fine! You wanna know so bad? Love your kid that much after ten years in the lock up? Fine. I’ll fucking tell ya and I’ll tell you this too, when you decide it ain’t worth it in the end?I won’t judge you for it.” Esteban is scaring Malachi a little, but he hides it. Where the fuck did Felina take his baby girl? It scares him too, that this might be another thing that’s his fault, that wherever she is, whatever danger is there, she went running towards it because he fucked Felina up and left her on her own. 

“I’m not going to decide that. It’s worth it, Esteban. It’s worth it to see them, to see my little girl, and make right with Felina.” Malachi says solemnly. Esteban laughs at him, and Malachi feels his anxiety expand, the scenarios he’s imagined to punish himself crawling over each other to combine into some new terror he’d somehow failed to think of. 

“You ever heard of the Blood Sun Territory, down south?”

[weirdcat1213]

Conventional weapons and queer acceptance

I'm going through it rn so here's a really long post on a queer interpretation of Conventional Weapons.

Notes:

-Yes, I will talk about every song. No song is safe from me.

-No, I don't think it is the only/correct interpretation but its one that I've been thinking about for ages so leave me alone :D

-I know these songs were recorded separately and they don't have a linear story (like revenge or tbp) but for the sake of angst, I will treat the whole album as a queer journey where the speaker is the main character, also I will use they/them for them because the album itself talks a lot about gender.

-"Some of these are more about the system and protests rather than queerness" guess what? those go hand in hand even though it's 2023, life sucks.

-I will use "queer" instead of LGBTQ+. That debate does not belong here but I'm just giving a heads up.

TW: homophobia, transphobia, conversion therapy, unhealthy coping mechanisms (?), aids crisis, society just being shitty in general

Let's start :3

Album context: CW is not a concept album (sadly). The band had ideas for these songs since their TBP tour and didn't think it was fit for Danger Days so they only released them because Frank thought they were cool (bless his soul he was so right). Therefore, these songs' messages/perspectives/feelings may vary.

Boy Division:

*The first two songs have a handgun on the cover. This weapon is a small and distant weapon, portraying the distance the speaker wants to have with queerness since they're still in the closet*

From a queer perspective, this song is about the speaker's closeted life as a queer person. The song asks people close to him how would they react if they were to find out about they are queer. The speaker already knows the answer, people would be disgusted and reject them entirely, making the speaker mad. It can be assumed the speaker is at their last straw here and leave their home behind to live their truth.

"If all my enemies

Threw a party, would you light the candles?

Would you drink the wine while watchin' television?

Watch the animals and all the tragedies

And sell your arteries to buy my casket gown"

Enemies in this context are homophobic/transphobic people. If the speaker admitted to being queer, would their loved ones pretend the speaker is "dead"? Would they side with the homophobic/transphobic people?

"Well, it better be black and it better be tight

And it better be just my size

I'm stalkin' these metro malls and airport halls

And all these schoolgirls"

This may be a reference to the kind of stereotypes the speaker's loved ones believe about queer people. About how they stalk people in public and "try to convert minors"

"I'm not askin', you're not tellin'

He's not dead, he only looks that way"

The speaker not asking anymore if the people they know support queer people/if they would support them. The part about "him" not being dead could be how their relatives see the situation from the outside. The speaker is apathetic because of their situation but no one knows.

"Out nowhere, take me out there

Far away and save me from my

Self-destruction, hopeless for you

Sing a song for California"

They're in the middle of nowhere, and they wish to be in a more accepted place, putting California as an example (is this true? idk I don't live there)

"I bought my enemies

Rope to hang me and the knives to gang me

You can watch them stab me on your television

Stomp the halls, because the bathroom walls

Would have a lot to say

About the lines you're puttin' down"

This is the speaker's way to say he is one of the queers their loved ones hate so much. The speaker "bought" the rope by admitting their queerness and they might as well be the ones on the TV getting ganged up on because of their identity. When they mention the bathroom it could be a reference to how there are worst things happening that transphobic gatekeeping bathrooms, such as people doing drugs.

"Well, it better be white and better be cut

And better be just my size

Until my capillaries burst of boredom

I'll be waitin"

Instead of funeral attire, now they want to use wedding attire because they feel alive by coming out, hence the white. If we assume they were rejected by their loved ones, the speaker will wait for them to come around until they get bored. The speaker's capillaries are a symbol of their patience.

"I'm not laughin', you're not jokin'

I'm not dead, I only dress that way"

The speaker dresses as if they're dead not only because they could be at any time due to harassment but also because they feel dead being in a place they can't be themselves. It could also be a reference to gender expression and the speaker experimenting for the first time.

"'Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go!

We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go!"

This could mean queer people (we) are fighting back society (the bomb) and the speaker feels inspired.

"Say a prayer for California"

A prayer for California so it can stay as a place the speaker can run to and be free.

Tomorrows Money:

This one is about the speaker's views about capitalism and taking a stand as an activist against corporations and rainbow capitalism. The speaker knows queer people aren't welcome and yet they're still used for profit, however, we could say the song's pov is from the speaker and the corporations. The song also makes an argument about how capitalism actively makes queer people's lives even more difficult.

"You fell in love with a vampire

Do you wanna get it for free

In this song, vampires are associated with queer people and their experiences (just like many movies about vampires and other monsters have done in history). Getting one for free would be to get to live the experience of a queer person instead of seeing it externally (in a movie, show, book, etc)

"Then say hello to the brush fire, baby

You gotta take it from me, I’m gonna take it from you

Say hello to the good times

And burning up in the sun"

According to corporations, the speaker can live out as a queer person, but they will have to face conflict against capitalism, a model that is mostly known for taking things away from people.

They’re sitting back on an empire

While the world lays back, puts a kid behind that gun

This is the speaker's view about capitalism and the world. Corporations and their owners are living comfortably while they leave the most vulnerable minorities to deal with the dirty work.

"If we crash this time

They got machines to keep us alive

When the mixtape plays

Choke down the words with no meaning"

This refers to how queer people can't seem to escape capitalism. If they get hurt while protesting or get sick, they will still need to get (most of the time in most places at least) private health insurance to get good medical attention. When talking about the mixtape, it can also be referring to the multiple products corporations do for queer people (see the "pride merch" on june). But when you analyze the final products, it is clear that it lacks meaning and it was only made for profit.

"I stopped bleeding three years ago

While you keep screaming for revolution

Me and my surgeons and my street-walking friends

We got no heroes, 'cause our heroes are dead"

Here the speaker is personally calling out corporations for their meaningless support. While they and other people have been protesting and taking care of themselves within their community, corporations keep shouting out their outdated "love is love" slogan and keep repeating their empty promises about equality. The speaker, the "surgeons" (people who focus and live to take care of the queer community as volunteers/nonprofit organizations), and more activists keep protesting for a better future but also for the people who came before them and died for the cause (for example multiple people during the aids crisis)

"Say hello to the program

We’re gonna give it for free

Hook up the veins to the antibodies

Got it with the disease, we’re gonna give it to you"

This verse could be considered queer representation in media and how it helps queer people even if it ends up being queerbating. Corporations give queer people the content and even if there are no official queer people in it, subtext and further readings into the media help people to see themselves in the story and/or characters, they work as antibodies against society.

"Say goodbye to the good times

You’re loaded up with the fame

You’re dressing up like a virus

But the words get lost when we all look the same"

The most popular and famous logo (and stand) corporations take in pride month is the rainbow. They don't specify anything and just keep it open to appeal to most people as possible. Although queer people have taken the rainbow as a general symbol for everyone when corporations use it is because there is no interest in other people who aren't the "classic" cisgender white gay male, there's no meaning on their rainbow. All the rainbow logos in June end up looking like a virus taking over for a month rather than support.

"You fell in love with a vampire, torch up for the empire

Say hello to the brush fire, the microphone's got a tap wire

You fell in love with a vampire, torch up for the empire

Say hello to the brush fire, the microphone's got a tap wire!"

In this verse, the speaker is possibly talking to a multitude. They make a reference to the vampire analogy but also says that if they want to live free queer people need to get rid of the corporations. No matter how many problems they face they have to be careful since they're still under capitalism and being watched.

"Because rebellion's not a T-shirt you sell

You keep your money, and I’ll see you in hell"

Many queer people have that reaction when companies don't support queer people's rights but sell queer products on pride month. The speaker rejects rainbow capitalism and will see the company in hell since, according to religious fanatics, that's where queer people are going.

*I find this topic (capitalism vs the queers) really interesting but I honestly don't know much about it but this is a cool video I recommend: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xQVFYWvd3o&t=1449s)

Ambulance:

*The second disc has a picture of a small knife, a weapon of short range that requires the user to get really closer to the opponent. This represents the speaker's change from their involvement with the queer community; they went from keeping their distance to putting themselves out there as an activist*

Ambulance, under a queer context, is about the queer community and the love the speaker has for them since they have helped after they cut ties with their family in "Boy Division."

You don’t know a thing about this life, and we are up for

Everything it takes to prove we’re not the same as them

The speaker could be talking to someone new when it comes to activism. They want to motivate the new recruit but also be honest about what is like to constantly be on the line. The queer community will never be like the people who can easily thrive in a heteronormative society because the queer community looks out for every minority (let's ignore dumb organizations like lgb for this, they suck)

"And we will wear our masks again, out after dark

'Cause we are up for everything it takes

and we are not the same

'Cause we are not afraid

And we are not ashamed"

This part is about how they protect themselves while defending themselves and how they are not ashamed of fighting for what's right publicly.

"And if you save my life, I’ll be the one who drives

You home tonight

And if I ever let you down, I’ll be the one who drives

You home tonight"

One of the things that the speaker appreciates most about the queer community is how they take care of each other. If one of them gets hurt, they will help each other. No matter what happens everyone looks out for everyone.

"Remember once, you walked this kind of life quietly, I’ll sleep

Behind the wheel, and passing every face you see the first time

Singing every piece as you walk by proving that with

All of my mistakes, that we are not the same"

The speaker is comparing themselves to other people in their group who have been in their position but also have had a completely different experience. Other people may have cope in healthier ways than the speaker, which makes them feel kind of guilty.

"'Cause we are not the same

And we are all to blame"

When it comes to protesting or activism is it always is the activists' fault if something bad happens. According to conservatives if anything goes south (police brutality, hate crimes, etc) is the queer people's fault for not being closeted, for "indoctrinating people".

"'Cause you don’t know a thing about me

, you don’t know a thing"

This is from the speaker to the people who have helped them in their life. They don't know who they were before but the community still took them in as family.

Gun:

Honestly, there's not much that this brilliant thread hasn't already said. La (the twitter user) suggests that "the song's main theme is obviously a young person entering the military, which is known for having a strict structure and very precise rules to follow and roles to fill. in this case, I believe the military could represent the cis, heteronormative society"

See the rest of the thread here :D

https://twitter.com/zhongmcr/status/1560384799101124614?t=emxookpnkny0c5iYV4fmdw&s=19

Please read it and send @/zhongmcr some love for it.

The World is Ugly:

*The machine guns reflect more intensity as an attack. The speaker is going deeper in being vocal about the queer community on this disc.*

The world is ugly is, of course, a romantic song. When analyzing it through queer lenses, however, it can be about the speaker getting strong feelings for someone but still being afraid of confessing their feelings, even if the other person is also queer, because are traumatized by past experiences while in the closet.

"These are the eyes and the lies of the taken These are their hearts But their hearts don't beat like ours They burn 'cause they are all afraid"

The speaker usually gets that feeling of "them against the world", but it is different with the person they are interested in. The speaker feels they have a connection and they are together while being against the world.

"For every one of us There's an army of them But you'll never fight alone 'Cause I wanted you to know"

Conservative people are "afraid" of queer people and it has made their lives difficult but when they're together it doesn't matter.

"That the world is ugly But you’re beautiful to me Well are you thinking of me now?"

The heteronormative society is a pain for the speaker and the love interest but the speaker wants to make clear that their love interest is beautiful no matter what society says.

"These are the nights And the lights that we fade in These are the words But the words aren't coming out

They burn 'cause they are hard to say"

This part is more personal for the speaker. They reminisce on all the nights they have spent with their love interest and how on those they have tried to tell how they feel, but the speaker cannot say it out loud.

"For every failing sun, there's a morning after Though, I'm empty when you go I just wanted you to know"

The speaker comforts themselves with the fact that they can try the next day, but at the same time, they keep living with the pain of their love interest not knowing.

"That the world is ugly But you're beautiful to me Are you thinking of me Like I'm thinking of you?"

The speaker wonders if their love interest thinks about them the same way or if they have another kind of relationship.

"I would say I'm sorry, though Though, I really need to go I just wanted you to know

I wanted you to know I wanted you to know I'm thinking of you Every night, every day"

In this verse, the speaker implies they usually focus on activism and things that will help their community rather than their own feelings. They have to go and keep helping others but still wants to let their feelings come across.

"These are the lies And the lives of the taken These are their hearts But their hearts don't beat like ours They burn 'cause they are all afraid But mine beats twice as hard"

Because the speaker is really focused on others but also wants to be with their love interest, they are passionate about 2 things.

"Stop your crying, helpless feeling Dry your eyes and start believing There's one thing They’ll never take from you"

The speaker goes back to their "mentor mode" and inspires their love interest to believe in a better future. However, they also reference how the world can never take their love interest's beauty away.

"One day, like this We'll never be the same Never, forever Like ghosts in the snow Like ghosts in the sun"

This is the speaker dreaming of what their life could be only with their love interest. They would just be people exploring the world.

The Light Behind Your Eyes:

This song is about a guide saying goodbye to people or a person whom they have helped in the past. Under a queer interpretation, it could be from the point of view of an elder queer passing away who was really important to the speaker.

"So long to all my friends Every one of them met tragic ends With every passing day I'd be lying if I didn't say That I miss them all tonight"

The elder queer is possibly passing away and is thinking about the friends they got to make within the community. By saying their friends met tragic ends it could refer to the aids crisis or hate crimes.

"And if they only knew what I would say If I could be with you tonight I would sing you to sleep Never let them take the light behind your eyes"

Just like the elder queer, their friends used to help people in the community, and they would approve the last reassuring words of the elder. The elder wishes they would be alive and well to see a better future but for now, they can only hope people stop harming queer people.

"As we fade in the dark Just remember you will always burn as bright"

The older queer people may have passed away but they want the younger generations to have a good life.

"Be strong and hold my hand Time, it comes for us, you'll understand We'll say goodbye today And I'm sorry how it ends this way If you promise not to cry Then I'll tell you just what I would say"

This shows the elder was really appreciated in the community since they have people with them in their final moments. They wish they would not be leaving that way (probable aids) but they still think younger generations need to learn about the problem and be strong enough to face it.

"I'll fail and lose this fight"

The elder already knows their own fate.

"Sometimes we must grow stronger And you can't be stronger when I'm gone When I'm here, no longer You must be stronger and"

The elder knows it will be hard for future generations who still feel like they need guidance to survive, but they hope the people they leave behind get stronger.

"I failed and lost this fight"

The elder queer couldn't avoid their future, as if from the beginning, it was meant to happen.

When the outro keeps repeating it could reflect how those are actually the last words (or at least sentiment) of the elder, and it will stay present in the community for a long time.

Kiss the Ring:

*This disc has two axes on the cover. Additionally, from here on out there are 2 weapons on the covers, which means the speaker is not alone anymore, but with someone who shares their "them against the world" feeling.*

Kiss the Ring is another song about the speaker's feelings against the system. However, this one and the next song in the disc have more rage on them. The speaker starts to lash out at authority and politicians who keep failing queer people.

"We kill the girls to get paid And put the whole damn room on the edge of the blade You'll get far, stay clean"

The speaker is mocking society's standards for people. They set dangerous beauty stereotypes only to get women to buy their products, reject measures that could help queer people (hormone treatment, counseling, etc) even if they know people could die because of the lack of it, and attribute failure to substances such as alcohol and drugs. Some queer people will turn to those substances because of the lack of support because society keeps making it hard to live, but big institutions don't care.

"And if the world stops believing, I'll keep believing

That the world could make a change (All I know is I won't stop believing) And put the suicide dolls as the last ones to mate (All I know is I won't stop believing)"

Although the speaker still has faith in a better future, they are angry about society putting queer people in a complicated position. Queer people create their own communities because they are pushed by the people who refuse to let them live. They insult and make everything more complicated up to the point of giving queer people trauma and mental health issues. The queer people affected by this are the only ones left to help themselves and others. Queer people are left at the back where they find each other.

"Come hard, stay clean (You're the next if you don't stop your creeping) And singing songs for the damned now (You're the next if you)"

The line on the back "You're the next if you don't stop your creeping" could be the authority's opinion about queer people: you will get in trouble if you are out/"explicit". Additionally, the songs for the damned could be a metaphor for people who think praying/conversion therapy will work as a "cure" for queerness.

"Hail! Hail! 'Cause the king is gone And if you don't stop believing, we'll keep believing"

This part could mean how conservatives celebrate when something bad happens to a politician or anyone famous who is in favor of queer rights. They tend to believe that there is a leader (like the people who believe there is an ANTIFA leader), but queer people will keep protesting and believing in a better life for everyone.

"You put the record on And live the life that you're making, shots that you're taking"

"So grab the cash and run And let the suits watch each other kill one another"

This is the speaker starts to get reckless. For them, it has become a matter of taking back at society. They want to live their life the best as they can, so they let themselves enjoy music, drink, and commit crimes since they will end up in trouble anyway for being queer. They steal money because they need it but also to get a sense of power over their life. The "suits" in this case would be politicians, the ones who say they want to help queer people against the ones who want them dead. Even if someone is fighting the good fight the speaker doesn't care for them anymore.

It doesn't matter if the words don't mean a thing You gotta kiss that ring"

The words could be the empty promises some politicians do to queer people. Many of them beg them to vote to protect their rights only to back off when it really matters. Kissing the ring means the absurdity of respecting people, authority figures, and institutions (the government) who don't want to be held accountable for queer people's rights.

"Move like the wolves, keep the faith There ain't a dry eye left in the back of the place Is it hard to stay clean?"

The speaker warns their community about the government since politicians don't have empathy for them (dry eyes)

"And if you all keep believing, I'll keep believing That the world drives the saints (All I know is I won't stop believing) And put the shotgun shells in the hills it makes (All I know is I won't stop believing)"

In this verse, the speaker mocks how authority loves to praise "pacific protests" but will still kill them. Most of the time when queer people organize a pacific gathering, they are met with violent repression.

"So come hard, stay clean (You're the next if you don't stop your creeping) Because they don't give a damn, now (You're the next if you)"

The speaker believes after so many failures that no politician cares for queer people.

"You got your leather on And live the life that you're making, shots that you're taking"

This could be referring to what kind of clothing queer people "tend" to wear. The idea is to just wear whatever you want and live your life.

"Hail, hail 'cause the king is gone Hail, hail 'cause the king is gone Hail, hail 'cause the king is gone Hail, hail 'cause the king is, the king is gone

Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!"

Queer people celebrate a supposed leader that never existed because it is not about leaders, but the community.

"Fist up, head down Hail, hail to the king"

In this verse since the king is not "gone" it could mean the community is celebrating itself. They will keep fighting even if there's the risk of something bad happening, which is why they put their head down as a sign of being prepared for the worst.

Make Room:

Make Room is mainly the speaker setting the people who do not accept queer people or pretend to be allies as zombies. Queer people are most of the time used for gossip, instead of being treated as real people. The people who only care about gossip and getting to know who came out just to be disrespectful about it are people who do not have reasoning skills, making them zombies.

"Make room! Make room! Down on the coffin,​ there's a coffin or two Dead chic, so cool The cannibals are starving when they're looking at you"

This verse is about how dead queer people are seen just as numbers. The cisgender straight people's main concern most of the time is the funeral (what will people say, how to present the dead queer person etc), reflected on the line about the coffins. The dead girl represents dead queer people who attracted attention, making the zombies (society) wild to get the news and learn about everything that went wrong. They just want the gossip.

"Tank tops, jet stream Karate lessons with a killing machine White lines, nose bleeds I know you get excited when the cameras go Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta"

The speaker refers here to the kind of people who talk and treat queer people as means for gossip. They can be relaxed in their summer clothes with their private jets and do questionable things (drugs as mentioned with "white lines"), people with privilege. They get excited when a famous person reveals themselves to be queer and are able to get every single detail, however, they don't know (or don't care) that the spotlight can be stressful and harmful for famous queer people who come out. This is reflected by the "ratatata" the cameras make.

"Me and you, and all of this living dead Burning up in the sun, where the bodies add Sitting here with you, in misery Anybody gonna come and rescue me? La la la"

Here the speaker is talking with another queer person about how stressful people can be. They have to endure their questions and actions but even if they are miserable, they are together. The speaker's petition for someone to rescue them is mocking how some people "became" queer because the community pressured them into being queer.

"Make room! Make room! One day, you're gonna have explaining to do

Drag star, so cool There's only room for one man and the one is you, you, you"

This verse is just multiple wrong arguments that people make about queer people. A popular argument that homophobic/transphobic people use against queer people is how are they "going to explain" their identity or sexuality to others such as kids, elders, etc. Those kinds of people also have problems with drag artists. They may say they are letting drag artists live their lives, but they pressure them and their gender expression, reminding drag artists they are men and have to act like it. This argument is not only wrong because not all drag queens identify as men, but also does not consider drag kings.

"Got a taste for the cash and androgyny Anybody wanna come and rescue me?"

Androgyny is considered the combination of man and woman. This combination seems fashionable for multiple people and companies have decided to adopt it for profit. If it looks pretty it will sell. Multiple companies will present an androgynous person/model and show it off as their "queer representation".

"Well alright, well alright She's alright Everybody in the room is alright"

This could be a reference to the dead girl first mentioned in the song. Most people just want to pretend nothing bad is happening and that queer people are okay if comparing these times to years ago.

"Everybody wants to change the world Everybody wants to change the world But no one, no one wants to die!"

"We are never gonna change the world We are never gonna change the world 'Cause we are never gonna die!"

I see this as what the speaker thinks about activism after being vocal about queer issues during the whole album. They know protesting and being an activist is important for the queer community, and if they want society to change there will be sacrifices that no one wants to do. However, they also want to be happy and have a life of their own with the person they like. Maybe the change will be delayed and they will keep fighting for it, but not to the point of putting their happiness on the line anymore.

Surrender the Night:

*These last two songs have grenades on the cover because these ones are the tipping point for the speaker. They are done hiding their emotions and will explode at any second. It's a more aggressive weapon than the rest. The songs still talk about how society sucks for queer people, but the main focus for the speaker is the person they like and showing their feelings.*

Surrender the Night is a continuation (kind of) of The World is Ugly. If on The World is Ugly the speaker was afraid of confessing their feelings, on Surrender the Night they decide to be selfish and take control of the situation, take control of what makes them happy for once.

Everyone's a passenger, tonight Just another accidental on the freeway of this life

This night is important for the speaker, anything else doesn't matter.

We'll drive on and on and on and on We'll drive on and on And I'll remember this night when you're gone

The speaker and the love interest will leave everything behind, and the speaker wants their love interest to remember that night forever.

You surrender your heart I surrender every dream

Every weapon you've got Every secret that I keep

This is a deal the speaker proposes as a way to confess their feelings. If their love interest accepts being with them, nothing else will matter to the speaker. They will protect the love interest and will be completely honest with them.

You can fight this, all you want But tonight belongs to...

The love interest can fairly reject the speaker, but just for that one night, they will have to listen to what the speaker has to say.

Just another surgery, tonight Well, if you amputate the loneliness Anesthesia dims the lights

This is the speaker's opinion about their love interest. They are a complicated person who ignores their own problems by distracting themselves as if they wanted to disassociate from life and the pain. The speaker tells them they can do that, they can ignore their problems but by rejecting their emotions, they will also miss the good moments.

So dream on and on and on and on So dream on and on And I'll remember your eyes when you're gone

In this verse, the speaker encourages their love interest to follow their dreams instead of disassociating from life, and even if they don't end up together the speaker will remember them.

And I'll watch you in your sleep 'Cause tonight belongs to me You can fight this, all you want But tonight belongs to

The speaker will watch the other person sleep as a way to protect them and make sure they don't run away.

Sparks against the railing Distant phantoms wailing Through the windshield, sailing With these airbags failing

Here, the speaker is honest about how their lives will be if they're together. There will be chaos, people will talk, and they won't be able to control some situations.

But tonight belongs to me But tonight belongs to me But tonight belongs to me

The speaker reassures this to their love interest, expecting an answer.

Burn Bright:

And finally, we get to talk about my baby, the creme of the gays. This song in general is about finally accepting who you are, living as you want, and loving whoever you want; even if you know people are against it. If following the story from the previous song, this song is where they get together with their love interest and start a relationship. The speaker knows it won't be easy but they don't care.

So give me all you've got

I can take it

We walked alone in your city lights

Did you make it?

We lit the fire and it's burning bright

Did you take it?

Kissed all the boys in your city lights

Did you make it?

Left all the stars in your city nights

Can you fake it?

I lost my way in your city lights

Glad you made it

We stole the fire

And it's burning bright

Fire/stars/light is represented as strength the queer person has found in their identity, and it burns so brightly at the end of the album that they won't hide it anymore. Now that they have met another queer person and they are both out, the speaker trusts that it is possible to live as who you truly are, and they are not willing to hide anymore.

Not ashamed of what I am

I took the pills

For these empty nights

'Cause it makes me who I am

The speaker is not ashamed anymore of being queer but they still remember how it felt. How they had to cope with unhealthy copy because of the suffering of being against the world.

"They always told me that

"You never get to heaven"

With a love like yours

Well if you're lost little boy

The cameras pull you right back down, yeah"

Social/ expectations opinions are a heavy theme in the album, and it continues in the last song. It is not uncommon that society to treat queer people as little kids who don't know what they want or at least "should" want. Society will tell queer people that the way they want to love and/or exist is wrong. If a person dares to do something not straight or gender not conforming, society is there, like cameras, to judge that vulnerable moment and show it as a mistake. The speaker reflects on religion telling others "you won't get to heaven based on the things that you do" because people still use religion to discriminate against queer people.

"It's like a chemical burn

I'm peeling off your skin, yeah

And when you see your face

Well you'll never be the same again, yeah"

Queer people have to hear bad news, insults, misinformation, etc. every day. It takes a great toll mentally that can make people and that can be manifested physically, to the point that it hurts and/or to the point that people start noticing. Sadly, it's a kind of pain queer people have to live with for now until who knows when.

"Cause if you just stop breathing

I'll stop, stop my heart

I'll stop breathing too

[...]

Not ashamed of what I am

I'd trade the world for your city nights

'Cause it makes me who I am"

Queer people rely on each other, and the speaker relies on their significant other. The speaker would give up everything for the experiences they will get to share together.

"And though I missed the chance for this

I confess that I can't wait

Until it's gone

No I mean this every single day

Don't go if you got more to say

'Cause the world don't need

Another hopeless cause"

The speaker makes a small confession here. They are tired of society, of hiding, of fighting. They want the whole world to disappear just so they can be happy. They don't want to be part of "the fight" to make things better but they don't have any other choice. For them, the world cannot afford people doing nothing.

"Though it makes me who I am

'Cause it makes me who I am

And you made me who I am

And you made me who I am

Be afraid of what I am"

Although the speaker is done with people who don't do anything to fight against a society that doesn't accept them, they recognize that's who they were for so long. But now their significant other gives them the strength to leave all doubts and fear behind. The speaker is warning the world to be afraid of them because they are done being afraid of the world.

"We walked around in your city lights

'Cause it makes me who I am

I burned it all but im doing fine

'Cause I'll never fade away

If I steal the fire from your city nights

'Cause it makes me who I am

Who I am"

The speaker borrows strength from their significant other to go against the world, and in doing so they burn (jeje) relationships with other people, but they are okay with it. They will survive now that they are strong enough to stand up for themselves.

Conventional weapons sets someone in multiple stages of queer life and use weapons to portray life as a war with oneself, expectations, and society.

FIN

tldr: cw is gay af argue with the wall

[ordinaryschmuck]

Mission #??: A Forger Family Christmas

Loid heard how normal families spend Christmas and does all of them with his family to “keep his cover.”

Him and Yor take Anya to the mall to sit on Santa’s lap, tell him what she wants for Christmas. But she hears Loid’s offhand thoughts about how Santa isn’t real, but it’s admittingly cute that Anya’s still naive to believe in him. Unfortunately, this results in Anya screaming and crying about how Santa isn’t real. Loid wonders how she could have possibly reach that conclusion, but gets distracted by the other kids screaming/crying over the same thing, all because they heard Anya. He looks to Yor for help, only to find out that she’s crying too. Unbeknownst to Loid, Yor was inspired by how stealthy a fat man like Santa could sneak in and out of places undetected, and it was that level of skill that she wanted to reach one day.

They all decide then and there to get hot chocolate. Help calm the nerves.

They all go ice skating, with Yor and Anya especially having a good time as Anya holds onto Yor for dear life as they skate.

During a walk through the snow, someone pelts Anya in the back of the head with a snowball. Him and his group laugh at her...and immediately regret it once Yor join their little game.

Loid and Yor inevitably find themselves under a mistletoe. For the sake of the mission, Loid goes in for a kiss...and then Yor punches him through a wall because she was too gosh darn flustered about the whole ordeal. Don’t worry, he walks it off.

Anya pressures Bond to give her a vision of what she’s getting for Christmas. He does nothing, but Anya still gives him his belly rubs. He deserves it.

PRESENTS TIME!

Loid gave Yor a set of knives due to her newest interest towards cooking. He still fears her cooking for his life, but she still seems happy to receive them.

Loid gave Anya a dart gun based on her favorite spy show. She loves it and immediately shoots Loid with it.

Yor gave Anya a doll that Yor made herself. It’s ugly looking and is comparable to roadkill, but Anya still says that she loves what her Mama made her. Yor nearly breaks into tears.

Yor then gives Loid a “World’s Greatest Father” coffee mug. She wasn’t too sure what to get him, but she DOES know that he is in fact the world’s greatest father. Loid thanks her and promises to drink from it everyday. A promise he does indeed keep.

And Anya gives them both homemade Christmas cards, both featuring a drawing of Loid and Yor with lists of why she loves them both. Yor finally cries when she gets hers and Loid said that what Anya gave him is acceptable. The fact that he has it framed and put up on his desk is purely to keep up appearances. Yes, that is what he tells himself. And no, the smile he gets whenever he sees it doesn’t clue in for him about his true feelings.

In short, Mission #??: Forger Family Christmas was a success.

[medusapelagia]

29 AU-gust: Dark

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Dark Steve Harrington WC: 1171

No one ever questioned Steve Harrington.

He was the jock that turned into the good guy.

The hero that saved the day.

The big brother that anyone wanted and the best babysitter ever.

That’s why, when Mr. Munson and Mrs. Henderson decide to go out for dinner, they ask Steve to babysit.

Steve.

Not Eddie.

Not the local freak. The drug dealer. The suspected murderer.

No.

They ask Steve.

And Steve says yes, of course, because he is a sweetheart and he loves Dustin dearly.

He even brings some VHS from Family Video and some snacks.

Perfect Steve Harrington.

But Eddie knows better.

He saw the boy that bit a demobat. He saw him rip its little body apart with his bare hands. He saw him making Molotovs, while he was making shields.

He saw him covered in blood like a warrior god.

He knows better than to trust him.

Steve is the one who asked Gerardin Hoffman to prom and then left her waiting for him all night while he was having fun with Carol.

Steve is the one who used to put the gum in Roger Taylor's hair, leaving him with a horrible buzzcut for the rest of the year.

Steve was the one that spread the rumor that Barbara Holland was a dyke and that she was in love with Nancy.

He knows all of that.

The only thing he doesn’t know is why everyone else seems to have forgotten who Steve was in the very same moment he took a nailed bat in his hands.

He had seen him a few nights ago, going into the deep of the woods with his nailed bat and coming back covered in blood.

He has seen him looking with a malicious smile at the kids.

He has seen him hiding knives and sharp objects like a fucking psycho.

Still, no one believes him when he says that Harrington is dangerous.

Yeah. He is strong and he was more than useful in the Upside Down and maybe he even saved his life dragging his sorry ass from the Upside Down to the Right Side Up, but he has not forgotten and he will not let poor little Henderson be his next victim.

He rings the bell, and Steve opens, surprised.

Eddie gives him his biggest and fakest smile and enters Dustin’s home.

“Eddie!” he calls happily, reaching out for him.

“Hi there, little shrimp. What are you up to?”

“We are seeing a movie. Dark Crystal. Have you seen it?”

He has, of course, but he says that he hasn’t and sits on the sofa near Henderson, so Steve has to sit on one of the chairs.

“So, my mum and you uncle, uh? It‘s so cool! Does this mean that we are going to become brothers?”

“Step-brothers.” Eddie corrects him.

“No fucking brothers. You are his nephew, not his son.”

“Steve!” Dustin scolds him.

“What? It’s true!”

It is. Eddie is the only son of Reginald Alan Munson, a fucking royal name for a jackass like his father. He glares at Steve. He still knows exactly how to hit where it hurts.

“And what about you, Stevie? Ready to find the woman who will finally give you your six little nuggets? Or maybe no one is interested in an ex-jock who works a minimum-salary job? Because you are still working, right? You didn’t get fired from this one, right?”

“I never got fired. It’s not my fault if the mall exploded and there was no workplace anymore, asshole.”

No one is looking at the movie anymore.

Eddie and Steve glare at each other like rabid dogs, while Dustin is trying to stop this piss contest.

“Come on! We fought Vecna together! We are friends! Aren’t we?”

“No. We are not.” Steve replies, getting up from the chair and going into the kitchen.

Eddie follows him, while Dustin asks him to leave him alone.

Steve is drinking a beer.

“You shouldn’t drink alcohol. There is a minor in this house.”

“As you could give a fuck about Dustin.”

“I do! I care about my little sheep!”

“Do you? Because you were the one that insisted on having the Hellfire during the Championship game and the next thing I knew was that we were all going to die! Especially him!”

“You left us! You left us alone! I protected him!”

“I fucking know it! I shouldn’t have let him stay with you. I should have known that you were going to fuck the plan!”

“Me? I was the one that fucked the plan?! Because you are the one that left us! You looked at me in my eyes, Steve! You told me that we would have been fine, and then you fucking left me alone with a kid! And there were demobats everywhere! And…”

Eddie keeps yelling, holding the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes.

“You left me alone. I thought… I thought that you were different. That you had changed. But you did not! And I saw you! I saw you in the woods, covered in blood! You are a fucking murderer and I will not let you alone with Dustin!”

“Murderer?” Dustin asks from the door.

“The adults are talking!” Steve replies, sternly.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You hate him because you saw him going into the woods?” then he stops and looks at Steve “You didn’t tell him.”

“Dustin.”

“You have to tell him. Now.”

“What do you have to tell me?”

“No fucking way.” Steve replies, turning his back.

“Tell him!” Dustin insists “Tell him or I’ll do it!

“Ok! Ok! We didn’t kill Vecna! Are you happy now?” Steve screams, and for a moment everything stills.

“What?!” Eddie widens his eyes.

Steve sighs, lying against the kitchen’s countertop, and then repeats, slowly “We didn’t kill Vecna.”

“What the hell does it mean? Is he coming back or what?”

“He is not. At least we hope he is not, but we have a plan in case he does.”

“Your last plan was so fucking perfect that you decided to do another one?”

“Steve. Tell him! Or I will.”

There is a long moment of silence while the two stare at each other, and then Steve lowers his eyes.

“Eleven killed his physical form but we had to be sure that he couldn’t get away in his psychic form. So we trapped him.” a big sigh “In. Me.”

“What the fuck? You are like a fucking ticking bomb? That’s what you are saying?”

Steve shrugs “We have some… similarities. That keeps him entertained enough. And if it doesn’t. El knows what to do. That’s why I can’t search for a girl or have six nuggets, or even leave Hawkins. And that’s why you saw me acting like I did. I… I have this obscure presence inside of my mind and sometimes it takes over. But I’m doing fine and I never hurt anyone.” Steve’s eyes color flicker for a moment and then he adds “For now.”

[macabrecravings]

How did Kylar find out about Seraphina? Was it just that they met on school or did he see her somewhere else?

How did Seraphina react when she finds out Kylar was the one who kidnapped her?

What does she think of Kylar's parents? Is she scared of them?

Mb for the question spam I'm just curious 😔🙏

- 🧙‍♂️ anon (again)

I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG, WIZARD!! I didn't wake up & expect to dump 800 words of my OC’s entire life story on you but thank you so so much because i get to drop lore i’ve never talked about. I love you!!!

Seraphina Protection Squad, I know this is a long read, but... I hope y'all enjoy! Eat up!!

Seraphina’s notably popular at school, she’s a well known delinquent & people look up to her for it. Alsooo… she’s famous for exhibitionism. This means, most people at school know who she is ;w; Even though she’s popular, she doesn’t like bullying other students (because she knows damn well how it feels to be on the other side of it), so she stood up for Kylar in the hallway when he was getting bullied. This act of kindness would spark his obsession because oh my god. she noticed me. she’s so sweet to everyone and they all take it for granted, none of them deserve her o.o

(Tw SH mention next paragraph)

Kylar could easily track her down online and find the cam site she’d stream on. He’d watch her streams obsessively. Over time, he started to really fucking hate the audience she garnered. Along with being lecherous as always, they were more sadistic online than in person. She’d get requests asking her her to harm herself on camera & out of poor emotional regulation, spite, & money she’d do it.

As he fed his obsession with her presence through her life streams, it became mmmhh. Parasocial. He wouldn’t send messages, but it was like he was there with her.

When she started seeking him out & befriending him, she was totally unaware of his obsession. He wouldn’t talk to her in person either, just nod occasionally and hide his drawings. Once he realized that she was intentionally trying to befriend him, it only cemented his idea that she was special and his soulmate. No one else could ever treat her like he would!!

When they became friends, he started sending messages threatening other chatters and his screenname became a regular. He’d be really possessive and jealous. If she blocked him from the stream, he’d make a new account and stay on the low but just for a little. (This is getting too long so lemme answer the other questions 😭 Please feel free to ask more about the cam site lore!!!)

By the time he kidnapped her, Seraphina was aware that he was dangerous. He’d pulled knives on people in class and she was well aware that he liked her a lot more than she liked him—

But. Halloween. She spent the day with Robin, then Whitney, and had an awful feeling about meeting Kylar in the park. Even more so when he brought her into the woods. She played along with the love potion bullshit, gave him a taste of his own obsessive medicine, but then Whitney showed up. Seraphina went along with everything he did willingly, which destrooyeedd Kylar. She warned Whitney when Kylar was about to tranquilize him.

After this, she started to ignore Kylar. She was terrified of him. Every day, she’d walk to and from school with Robin and/or get a ride from Avery, because she saw the way he looked at her. She moved seats in English, but could still feel his eyes on the back of her head & the way he gripped his pencil with a blank, dangerous stare. For almost weeks, it went on like this (thanks to a lot of save scumming). She was limited in a lot of things, because she didn’t want to leave the orphanage. If she went to the brothel after dark, or walk the streets alone without Robin, Kylar could hurt her.

Unfortunately, the day came when she was going shopping after school. She didn’t think it’d be dangerous. It wasn’t even 4PM, he wouldn’t try anything in public in the shopping mall, obviously…Well, he did. She felt a prick in her neck and when she woke up, there was Kylar. She was DEVASTATED.

Life was going so well!!! Her trauma was healthy & she was thriving in her relationships! Robin was gaining confidence, supporting her through everything, Whitney had no dominance over her and they were just having fun! And now she was stuck in a dark room, tied up, with a fucking psycho who she genuinely used to be really fond of! I genuinely gained the Stockholm Syndrome trait on accident, I don’t even remember what I pressed ;w; But uh anyway I guess her trauma, ptsd, and exhaustion got to her—

I’m terrified of Kylar’s parents bro… One grabbed her, took her to the forest, and left her there?? And she still goes back to their mansion to clean every day? She is too empathetic for her own good. When she saw how messy Kylar’s house was, she was like, “Oh :(( He doesn’t have anyone to take care of him... It’s a mess & I’m capable of fixing it!! Yeah, he’s dangerous and kidnapped me, but it’s because he doesn’t have anyone else. Look at how he lives :( Poor boy </3” LIKE, NO??? Oh my God ;w; !!

Oh, but to answer your question: Yes. She’s scared of them but still tries to appease & talk to them 😨

[wingedquill]

soulscream

whumptober day 1 | alternative prompt: "broken" | word count: 1572

fandom: Stranger Things | characters: Steve and Robin | cw: daemon-related torture, major character death (ish) | tags: daemon au, unhappy ending (for now)

Robin will hate herself forever for it, but part of her sees the whole “getting kidnapped and slapped around by Russian guards” thing as a big fucking adventure, a wild story that she’ll be able to tell people when they ask her how she spent her summer, right up until they start beating Steve’s daemon.

And then everything gets really real, really fast.

Her ears start ringing after the first hit, like it’s her they’ve just suckerpunched instead of Steve’s fucking soul, and all of her clever plans of a glorious escape turn to static in her brain. Steve screams, short and agonized, and she can feel his whole body spasming against her.

They’re tied back to back. She can see Estella but he can’t, he couldn’t even see the blow coming.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t—this isn’t something that happens.

The guard draws back his arm again. The baton comes back down. Steve screams again, somehow louder.

“Who do you work for?” the guard asks, swinging the baton back and forth like a batter getting ready to hit a home run. He sounds almost bored. Like this is something he does every day. Like this is normal.

“I—I don’t—” Steve gasps. “I don’t—please—please no—”

Another whistle of air, another crack. Estella whines, high and animal-like, like she’s a real dog. The general laughs from somewhere behind her.

“They start leaking Dust, after a while,” he says. “I’ve always found it a pretty sight. Most disagree. I will not have my men stop when you start to dissolve, Butterscotch. Who. Do you. Work. For?”

“No one,” Steve sobs. “No one, please—”

Another swing. Another. Another, another, another, too fast for Robin to track, too fast for her to distinguish them.

“Stop!” she hollers. “Stop, we don’t know anything, we’re just kids, he doesn’t…he didn’t do anything to you, stop!”

“Would you rather we ask your hummingbird?” the general snorts. The guard lifts his foot, lets it hover over Estella’s paw. “You did spit at me, after all. You did something.”

Achilles curls up against her chest, whole body vibrating like a tiny heart. God if they started…if they started hitting him…one strike of that baton would be enough to kill him, to kill her.

The guard crushes his foot down. Gold starts to seep out from underneath it, pooling over the floor like dry ice smoke. Steve’s whole body contracts, jolting so hard that for a moment Robin thinks he’ll knock them both over.

“Please,” Robin whispers, watching helplessly as Steve’s soul bleeds all over the cold tile floor. “Please.”

It’s all either of them can say for the next—hour she thinks? Longer? Steve stops screaming at some point, stops struggling against her. If it weren’t for the feeling of his breaths, and Estella’s long, continuous whimpers, she’d think he was dead.

“Stop,” the general says eventually, when there’s a veritable pool of Dust around Estella, bright and gleaming as a firework. Fuck, they were supposed to be watching the fireworks today, they were supposed to steal a gallon of ice cream out of the freezer and lug it up the big hill behind the mall, they were supposed to be goddamn children about it—

“You are very good at keeping quiet,” he says, and there’s rustling behind her. Steve’s warmth disappears from her back, and then she’s being hauled upwards, hands gripping her arms. She doesn’t fight them. She doesn’t want to give them any more excuses to—god there were knives on the fucking table, and pliers, and a fucking bonesaw, and she doesn’t know if the Russians are planning on using them on her, or Steve, or Estella, and—

“Most men would have spilled everything by now,” the general continues as his men bully Robin forward, and she can finally, finally make eye contact with Steve.

He’s conscious. Standing. But there’s something horribly, horribly wrong with his eyes.

They’re shuttered. Or empty. Or gone, or—

“Steve,” she croaks, trying to reach for him. One of the men yanks her arms back, hissing a command in Russian in her ear.

“But you’d let us break you without answering the most basic question. So either you are a better spy than any man I’ve ever trained, or you truly are just a know-nothing child.”

He tuts, almost sympathetically. Behind Robin, there’s a rattling of chains, a loud whine, the sound of a body being dragged over the floor. Steve twitches, tears slipping from his empty eyes as he’s finally able to see what they’ve done to him. Estella makes a noise like a sob, legs twitching as she tries to gather them underneath her.

She fails. They keep dragging her like a sack of meat, smearing gold across the tiles. Bile sloshes in Robin’s stomach.

“For what it’s worth,” the general says, shoving Steve towards the door. He stumbles over his own feet, whole body hunched over in pain. “I do hope it’s the former. I truly do. But either way…either way we are out of time to ask you things. But worry not. We will learn something from you nonetheless.”

“What are you gonna do to me?” Steve croaks.

Me. Not us. Robin wonders if the thought of them hurting her is so unthinkable Steve hasn’t even considered it, or if he’s trying to keep them from realizing it's a possibility.

“You have seen our accomplishments, yes?” the general says. He parades them out of the cell, one hand on Steve’s shoulder like he might try to run. Like he wouldn’t get a bullet in the soul for trying. “You have seen the rift. We believe there is another world on the other side, and we would like very much for our scientists to explore that world. But there are many possible dangers that we do not yet know how to prepare for.”

“So you wanna throw me in?” 

Steve doesn’t sound like he’s discussing the concept of being thrown into a fucking hellworld with his torturer. He sounds like he’s asking his fucking basketball coach if he really wants him to play the second half.

“No,” the general laughs. “No. We do not want to see what you might get up to unmonitored. But there is a test you may help us with.”

If she were a hero, Robin would tell them to do it to her. She would tell them that Steve had had enough. She would tell them that they’d already broken him.

But she’s not a hero. She’s not a hero, and she’s watching a daemon bleed on the ground, and this doesn’t fucking happen. So her vocal cords stay frozen shut, and Achilles stays safe against her heart, and she does nothing to stop whatever’s about to happen to Steve.

They push through another set of doors and there’s the rift. Most of it looks just as it had before, a violent mess of red and black spreading over the wall like a disgusting fungus, but there’s an opening right in the middle. Not quite big enough for a person.

“I’m told we finally broke through while we were having our…discussion,” the general says. He inclines his head, and the two men holding Estella start dragging her over to a massive cage on the end of a chain. “And so you get to assist us with our first, and most important test. To make sure the daemonic bond can survive unscathed between dimensions.”

“No,” Steve whispers, glancing between the cage and the rift. “No, you—what’s that gonna do?”

“We don’t know,” the general says. “Hopefully nothing.”

Steve looks at her wildly as the guards bundle Estella into the cage. Help me. Do something. She can read that as clear as if he said it.

But she can’t move. She can’t speak. Her feet are frozen to the floor and her tongue is glued to her mouth. She’s a bug encased in amber, and she can do nothing but watch as the two guards hoist Estella’s cage between them.

“Steve,” the daemon groans, Dust spilling from her mouth like vomit. “I love—”

The guards hurl the cage forward, right through the opening in the rift.

Robin stands there.

Steve’s knees buckle.

“Get her out,” he gasps. “Get her out, get her—get her out, get her out, fucking get her out of there!”

The general barks an order and the two guards scramble for the chain. Steve collapses entirely, limbs jerking and thrashing against his binds.

“Get her out!” he wails. “Please, dear God, get her—”

And he just…stops.

All at once, like the power’s been cut to his brain. His limbs stop jerking, his eyes stop rolling. He goes completely and utterly still.

Robin stands there.

The general leans down, presses his fingers against Steve’s jugular. Frowns.

“Playing dead will not work with me, Butterscotch,” he says.

Robin stands there.

The two guards haul the cage back out of the void. It’s empty.

Everything freezes for a minute. The general stares at the cage, and for the first time in this entire fucked-up ordeal, Robin thinks she catches a flash of guilt in her eyes.

He murmurs something under his breath.

Robin will spend the next week pouring over Russian dictionaries and anthropological texts to learn both the phrase and the meaning behind it. When she does, it won’t tell her anything she doesn’t already know.

Living broken. 

Severed.

Steve is severed. His soul is dead. He'll be an empty shell for the rest of his life.

And Robin just stands there.

[thebunnymen]

Terminally ill Regulus black fic

Jegulus

Ao3: 48 hours too long

Tw: mentions of death, suicidal ideation and attempts, dark thoughts and drugs

Receiving a letter saying he had 48 hours to live was the best news of Regulus’ life.

He was done the moment he was born, choking on the umbilical cord, hoping to asphyxiate; sadly, the doctors were competent. And they insisted on keeping him alive from that point on. He tried meds, knives, or jumping off his window.

He did not want to live; the world didn’t want him either. But it enjoyed toying with him. Blocking him in the shit show he never asked to be a part of. He left his abusive home years ago, and Sirius, his brother, insisted on saving him for some reason; Regulus figured it was because they both never entirely left that house. The grips and claws were far away but could still be felt under their skins.

He lived alone but still locked all his doors, sometimes blocking them with his bed, checked multiple times a day behind him, and heard sounds and voices; in his worst days, he heard screams. He slept with the lights on and tried to not close his eyes too much in the shower, thoroughly checking the bathroom when he opened them. Walking in the streets, he felt followed, wary of his surroundings. When he met people, he was certain half of them wanted to hurt him. He never let his drinks unsupervised and picked up rocks when he walked in case something happened.

Sirius wasn’t scared for himself but for him, which was tiring.

He just did not want to let him die.

It might seem contradictory to be so scared for his life when he waited for it to end, but he did not want to give someone else the pleasure; when he died, it was going to be on his own terms; or from a well-timed deadly illness

His days were boring and repetitive. He despised with all his being his job. He was a cashier in a Mall. He had nightmares at night and lived another when he woke up.

There was constant bad and loud music, kids screaming, teens stealing, and adults having midlife crises.

His boss was a fucking piece of absolute shit who deserved to be electrocuted multiple times. His coworkers were as depressed as he was, and the uniforms were yellow, neon fucking yellow.

No wonder none of them had the will to live.

After his 8 hours shift, he would take the tube, eat shitty food while watching shitty tv, and sleep. Sometimes he had a wank and then felt disgusted with himself.

That was all; sometimes Sirius came uninvited; he stopped trying to make him leave after three months; he didn’t have the will to fight anymore.

He didn’t want to get out of bed, shower, brush his teeth, dress, eat, walk, work, and function.

Nothing made sense, so why should he do anything?

If the universe was so insistent on making a mockery out of him, why should he give it content?

He could just exist since he does already, for no reason at all. He would not try to make it make sense, to find the secret meaning of life. He would stop questioning the beginning of humankind or life on Mars. He could just be there, nowhere in particular.

He thought about it every day. If he couldn’t die, he could pretend to. Sirius was the only problem, but he could just change his locks, wait a few weeks so it looked like a planned suicide, and then disappear. He would prefer to keep his flat, but if push comes to shove, he wouldn’t hesitate to leave it.

Would anyone remember him? Would they even question his disappearance? Or would it go undetected, just like he did all his life?

It didn’t matter; that’s what was beautiful about it. He didn’t have to care, his existence didn’t have any meaning, but theirs didn’t either. Why did he wake up as a cockroach? Why was there a trial?. The answer is that they were none; get used to it and move on.

[suiciderape]

totaltrash

we must discuss this gay ass shit bitch! the leader of the neptune planet she rejects? ew! still been the ghetto i see ew! shes upset obviously its the same person too so go home! potter! rejected nuns and fight for party infringement rights ok so? where are we? ur new house ew! hahaha i love my new house my phone sucks! no :( ok its good... even being here... wiggly what! i get it now i have a wiggly dick? no babe my phone lol im sorry who is this? kim deal ew! ur ghetto i love kim deal me too ok so who is this? desarae hollins ew ur baddie smells good! ew! ew! ew! rejected princess pretty pussy 6 is back do it again rejected princess prett6 pussy is back again no! ew! omg stop!! omg shes gonna see what tumblr did to us! omg no she doesnt care lol mhm :) scary gangsta? are u chris angel insider? no im not! oh lol well who is us? im us! omg! what does that mean? no more couple shopping trips to the local ghetto mall!! yay! what else? get a macbook pro today? or tomorrow? today! lol ur a baddie with a dick launcher! huh! oh uh huh! *gs* uh oh uh huh huh! *gs* 808s heartbreak *gs* lady macbeth lady macbeth lady macbeth oh! huh! *gun shot* gun shot! ah! ah! asian! oh asain! asian! ah!! asian oh!! asian lol its 808s heartbreak oh bob hehe mhm :) macdonalds angel? insider *gs* oh!! asian oh my god its asia oh!! *gs* mhm :) lol ur not even asian anyway daamn baby they died of lung disease cancers get bent! ew! yay! omg shes an angel! lol mhm :) macdonalds oh bob hehe waait!

yoon keeho

daddy that was mad awkward for the non asians! i know bitch daamn ok so where did we leave off? private school suicide pss ok so it didnt work? no it didnt why is that? u grounded me from making things look cute ok! so its not uppercapping? hell nah bitch u always right lmao ok so its ok to look bad? whaat the fuck bitch we were at get bent ok so go back to school ok no i didnt see it get away 5 dead dead! dead dead dead! dead! dead dead dead! dont boy 1234 donut boy dead! dead! dead dead! dead dead dead dead! see thats ok we like ur games did the bubble pop lava & knives no it didnt daddy ok! so go homee ok mhm :)

scary gangsta

omg bitch! shes in my house! omg noo where at? someone just said desarae! ew! omg ok so thats not u? hell nah bitch i got into the secret side of pintrest finally im ecstatic i really was ok! so go home! potter! weasely nah nigga but thats disgusting how did she know that this was ur house? im assuming u sold it? no i didnt! ita scary gangsta! ew ok! mt st helens bitch that was the wrong scary gangsta! omg who was it? the bad one that tried to fuck ur life up we got into his mental ward and locked him up for life! how did he see my account? he didnt! we let him see our phone not yours! right? yes! no hes been following u around all day as ur daddy yoon keeho hell nah bitch she is right! it waa our phone not hers! ok does she get it? hes never even met her! wait i didnt say we could move on! who is this? desarae hollins! u mean choi paranoid? yes! ok so go home! potter! ew! hey wait! omg her account is badaaa lets see some japanase architecture! ok! lol ur stupid it was the real scary gangsta the whole time! lol whaat? omg get bent

mt st helens

is this how u feel rn? well it wasnt until i saw the photograph stupid! does that mean u were there? no it doesnt daddy ew! lol ur stupid hahaha i know dudee ok so why is it all watery looking? the photograph? yes ok well did it go back into ur skin? ew! fuck u bitch no it did not ok hold on 808 heartbreak <3

suicide boys

sorry mt st helens brb? no!! lol tell her to stop texting my brother lol she is not texting him and he keeps blocking her twitter what year is it? 1921 what year is she in? 2023 omg what the fuck bitch! who is that? me apparently lol what the fuck bitch! ok

1989s suicide boys mission health goth

ew! lol suck a fuck bitch go home no homo training! did he call u back bitch? yes he did bitch! and he speaks chinese now! what the fuck bitch suck a fuck bitch nah she sent me more 808s heartbreak ew! fuck u bitch! lol ok sorry i love u ily 2! hey! whats ur bfs name? chris angel insider i thought it was electrumsol me tew bith! daamn ew! hahaha ew! hahaha ew! hahaha god daamn it thats what u meant? yes omg can lesarafim be the group at school with me? in south korea? where else? japan where else? thats it for now! ok australia! ew fine l8r byee go home and take this shit to sleep he loves u so fucking much! omg were in! can we stay the night now? whaat? of course bitch i love u always have always will! lol omg ur so much fun! lol u weirdo send tweet send tweet send tweet hollow tip - hoo ride attack

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OP deleted his posts, so nobody (at) him. He’ll just come back and block everyone.

> Gun culture is toxic, unholy and perverse. If you consider gun ownership more important than the lives of men, women and children, you are a monster.

Many gun owners want guns specifically to defend lives. 

You never actually address that at any point. The closest you come to addressing self-defense is a handwave.

Also, most of the people murdered and assaulted with guns are murdered by illegal gun owners. And even if they weren't, they'd be an overwhelming minority.

>There should be referendums, so the people can decide what kind of country they want to live in. A country where gun violence is either greatly diminished or continues on as usual.

Speaking as someone who is from a country with a) heavy gun control, and b) a higher murder rate than America, usually with guns, it does not work that way.

Also, roughly a third of the USA is gun owners. This won’t go the way you think.

Also, there are a lot of people who are very ignorant about guns and gun crime. There are people who think scary black AR-15s are commonly used in murder, when they're actually less common murder weapons than blunt objects, or knives, or bare hands.

>Gun ownership solves nothing.

This is, broadly, true. Just like owning a car won't get you places unless you actually drive.

>No one should have a gun unless they hunt, are in the military or a member of an SWAT team or similar unit.

This certainly is an arbitrary standard you made up.

>Be that as it may, the proper gun control legislation and enforcement would save far more lives.

Remember when I said that most gun crime is with illegal guns? You really have no idea what you’re talking about, do you?

Also, 1.5 million defensive gun uses per year is dozens of times more than all yearly gun deaths combined. 

You can't just hand-wave that away, and get on your pulpit, and expect people to listen.

>And certainly hasn’t stopped any of the mass shootings that have occurred this year or last year or any of MANY incidents in the past 30 years.

The Sutherland Springs shooter was a) an illegal owner, and b) stopped by some rando with a gun.

Another Texas church shooting was stopped after one victim by an armed usher.

Last July, a rando with a gun stopped a mass shooter at Greenwood Park Mall before he even met the FBI's quota for a mass shooting.

Keep in mind, the Mall says you can't carry guns there. If this dude didn't ignore or miss that rule, people would've been helpless.

You are making "facts" up and mistaking them for reality.

>Four countries with gun control – and what America could learn from them

And we’ve reached the “hiding behind biased articles that agree with me, which I don’t understand” stage of the proceedings.

Let me guess; Australia?

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Yep. Fun fact; the article talks about the Port Arthur restrictions. And yet Australia has a) more guns now than they did back then, and b) had several mass shootings since.

The article's claim that there have been no mass shootings is dead wrong, even in 2016. Unless they're looking at the Hunt family murders and thinking "well, no mass shootings, plural".

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_massacres_in_Australia

You'll want to scroll to the bottom. You'll have to look for it among the other mass casualty events, like arson and stabbing.

The article also holds up Japan, even though the cops there straight up lie  about crime stats. Also, Shinzo Abe was killed by a homemade gun.

Also, Germany. Germany has about 1/6th the guns America does. But much less than that in gun murders and crime and mass shootings.

Clearly, gun ownership and gun control are not the only significant factors.

Anyway, later in 2016, a terrorist drove a truck through a German christmas market. Killed a dozen people. 

And the year before, more terrorists smuggled bombs and assault rifles into Paris. Killed 130 people.

Guns are deadly weapons used by civilians and police officers alike to kill people in cold blood EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Gun culture is toxic, unholy and perverse. If you consider gun ownership more important than the lives of men, women and children, you are a monster.