#Burnt Tapes

[the-burnt-tapes]

Omaga Hetch.

I need.

To squish you.

-🫀

SYSTEM ERROR. MESSAGE UNRECIEVED. PLEASE TRY AGAIN.

[punkrockmixtapes]

Burnt Tapes - Little Sister (feat. Hannah Hermione Greenwood)

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about fallout 4 against my will

[primordialwhale]

man i used some kt tape for my knee this morning bc it was hurting rly bad (its my problem knee) and decided fuck it why not try it! i have some! (i tape my jaw bc of pain/stability issues)

and i came across a video from an OT with hEDS talking abt how they tape their knees earlier in the day so i thought id go and dig that video up and try it. and it helped a bunch yay!!!

but i did not think i was gonna notice such a difference between my taped knee and my untaped one even tho my other one was not in pain!! like just the massive difference in stability was staggering. I super noticed it when we went out grocery shopping and therefore was walking a bunch.

I ended up also taping my knee that wasnt in pain just to have the stability.

Will be experimenting with other joints in the future.

[doublegoblin]

OC in 3

Big thankies to @forthesanityofstorytellers for the tag!

I think I will taaaaag @asterhaze (duh lol) @gummybugg @mysticstarlightduck @angie-j-kay and anyone else

You know I gotta do Alex y'all lol

Little silly

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

When you mix THIS

With THIS

You end up with THIS

[jellazticious]

pockey game but with cigarettes

[number-one-hog-hater]

So Mac just got stolen gifts for Christmas so answer me this where are the young Polaroids of him and his friends? Mac Loves his friends and family and you telling me he never got a Polaroid? Impossible. Where's the Poppins pup pic? He has them stashed somewhere I know he does. Modern gay mac would love scrap booking. FUCK where is his Current poloaroids I Know he'd be into that in recent years. Tell me he does have the target lilac Polaroid camera.

[1980ssunflower]

jesus christ

[the-burnt-tapes]

Hetch, thoughts on murder?

-🥔

ᴹᵘʳᵈᵉʳ? ᴸⁱᵏᵉ... ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖˡᵒᵗ? ᴹᵘʳᵈᵉʳ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ⁱⁿ ˢᵒᶜⁱᵉᵗʸ ⁱˢ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵉᶜʰⁿⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ⁱⁿ ᵖˡᵒᵗ. ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ ᵐʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᶜʰ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃ, ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵒʳ ᶠᵃᵏᵉ... ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃˢᵏⁱⁿᵍ, ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ.

⁻ᴴᵉᵗᶜʰ

[shadowglens]

sat here thinking about fiona (rock and roll, jumping around the stage, encouraging the band to be louder, louder fiona) performing a fully acoustic and slowed down version of the bands biggest song, with nothing but her acoustic guitar🧍‍♀️

[avo-kat]

funny story: two months after moving into my new apartment i realized i was able to hear people talking and making noise in their bathrooms through the vent in my bathroom

like, i could follow their conversations. and could hear all they did while in there.

which is a bit gross, but not the problem.

see, right after moving in i was having a really Bad Time and i spend a significant time sitting on the toilet, thinking id be hidden from the rest of the world, sobbing my heart out.

like. loud as fuck, heart-wrenching sobbing.

yeah. :)

[redraspberryleaf]

This is relatable, right? This happens to everyone, right??!!!

[ayo-edebiri]

"Listen as though I'm the voice of God or an angel talking to you. Telling you this room doesn't matter, this night doesn't matter. You're not inconsequential or a junkie. You're a bright young reporter with a point of view. There are stories that need to be told. If things ever get bad again, these are the words you'll hear in your mind like a tape playing over and over, like a song stuck in your brain. These words will hold you up and carry you. "They are your lifeline." That's a free-baser I befriended for a few days at the drսg den. He told me to get my shit together and then he Richard Pryor'd in front of me. Everyone scrambled but I stuck around, watched him burn. What's always confused me was that... You know, he said those words to me, and he was already all burnt up. Figured I'd conflated the two events. But I didn't. Because it was you. I destroyed two marriages. I fuckеd up two daughters. But I stayed a journalist. I... I was never so lost I couldn't hold down a job.

Louis De Pointe Du Lac and Daniel Molloy in IWTV season 2 (2024)

[milo-is-rambling]

Oh my GOD does it feel good to be taking notes in a notebook again fucking hell a old good journal or some school notes or reading notes just gets my dick hard I’m sorry I can’t help it bro