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fuckyeahvanhalen86-95 · 3 years ago

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Artist Presale: Thursday November 4th at 10am- 10pm local

Artist Presale Password: YOUNGGUNS

Public On Sale: Friday November 5th at 10am local

More information on all shows and tickets for all dates can be found at: https://younggunstour.komi.io

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UPDATED 01.12.21

To all present ticket-holders and future ticket-buyers for the YOUNG GUNS TOUR:

We take the health and safety of the bands, road crews, local venue staff and especially our fans very seriously. Due to an abundance of caution regarding the recent COVID surge, we have decided to postpone the start of the YOUNG GUNS TOUR to February 20, 2022, in Denver Colorado. Any performance that was scheduled prior to February 20th in Denver has been rescheduled until after March 5th. The shows scheduled from February 20th through to March 5th will remain as previously announced. The show in Portland, ME originally scheduled for January 28th is canceled and all ticket holders for that event can receive a refund at point of purchase. The revised tour schedule has allowed us to add a few additional shows to the itinerary and those shows will be on sale on Friday, January 14th at 10AM local time. We can't wait to see everyone on tour and bring you an unforgettable evening of rock n' roll.

*Mammoth WVH & Dirty Honey shows on February 24 and 25, 2022 are being flipped. As such, February 24th will now be Las Vegas, NV at House of Blues and February 25th will now be Sacramento, CA at Ace of Spades.

All tickets will be honored on the respective new dates.

• 01.28.22 - Portland, ME @ State Theatre

• 02.20.22 - Denver, CO @ Ogden Theatre

• 02.21.22 - Salt Lake City, UT @ The Complex

• 02.22.22 - Boise, ID @ Revolution Concert House

• 02.24.22 - Las Vegas, NV @ House of Blues

• 02.25.22 - Sacramento, CA @ Ace of Spades

• 02.27.22 - Reno, NV @ Grand Sierra Resort

• 03.01.22 - San Diego, CA @ House of Blues

• 03.02.22 - Los Angeles, CA @ The Wiltern

• 03.04.22 - Tempe, AZ @ The Marquee

• 03.05.22 - Indio, CA @ Fantasy Springs Resort

• 03.09.22 - Dallas, TX @ House of Blues

• 03.10.22 - San Antonio, TX @ The Aztec Theatre

• 03.12.22 - Oklahoma City, OK @ Diamond Ballroom

• 03.13.22 - Kansas City, MO @ Uptown Theater

• 03.15.22 - Milwaukee, WI @ The Rave

• 03.16.22 - Chicago, IL @ House of Blues

• 03.18.22 - Columbus, OH @ The Bluestone

• 03.20.22 - Pittsburgh, PA @ Roxian Theatre

• 03.21.22 - Fort Wayne, IN @ Piere's

• 03.23.22 - Royal Oak, Ml @ Royal Oak Music Theatre

• 03.24.22 - Toronto, ON @ Danforth Music Hall

• 03.26.22 - Boston, MA @ Big Night Live

• 03.27.22 - New Haven, CT @ Toad's Place

• 03.28.22 - New York, NY @ Webster Hall

• 03.30.22 - Sayreville, NJ @ Starland Ballroom

• 03.31.22 - Philadelphia, PA @ The Fillmore

• 04.01.22 - Baltimore, MD @ Rams Head Live

• 04.05.22 - Raleigh, NC @ The Ritz

• 04.06.22 - Charlotte, NC @ The Fillmore

• 04.08.22 - Nashville, TN @ Marathon Music Works

• 04.09.22 - Dothan, AL @ The Plant

• 04.10.22 - Orlando, FL @ Hard Rock Orlando

• 04.12.22 - Atlanta, GA @ Tabernacle

• 05.15.22 - Springfield, MO @ Gilloz Theatre

• 05.17.22 - Chattanooga, TN @ The Signal

• 05.18.22 - Charleston, SC @ Music Farm

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• 05.10.22 - Billings, MT @ First Interstate Arena

• 05.11.22 - Casper, WY @ Ford Wyoming Center

• 05.13.22 - Council Bluffs, IA @ Stir Cove - Harrah's

• 05.14.22 - Wichita, KS @ Wave

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European '22 Tour Dates!

• 06.04.22 - SWE, Gävle @ Atlas Rock Festival '22

• 06.06.22 - BEL, Wilrijk @ Sportpaleis Antwerp#

• 06.08.22 - GER, Stuttgart @ Schleyerhalle*

• 06.10.22 - GER, Munich @ Olympiastadion München*

• 06.11.22 - GER, Freiburg @ Jazzhaus Freiburg

• 06.12.22 - GER, Frankfurt @ Festhalle*

• 06.14.22 - GER, Leipzig @ Hellraiser

• 06.15.22 - GER, Berlin @ Mercedes-Benz Arena*

• 06.17.22 - GER, Hannover @ TUI Arena*

• 06.19.22 - GER, Dortmund @ Westfalenhalle 1*

• 06.21.22 - ENG, London @ Islington Assembly Hall

• 06.23.22 - NLD, Groningen @ Stadspark †

• 06.25.22 - FRA, Paris @ Elysee Montmartre

• 07.01.22 - CHE, Zürich @ Dynamo

• 07.05.22 - FRA, Nîmes @ Festival de Nîmes#

• 07.07.22 - CHE, Zürich @ Hallenstadion#

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lifblogs · 5 years ago

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13/04 Monday 2. Gentleman

I’m a week late to the party, but here it is! I’ll try and get to the prompt for today, well, today. @bend-me-shape-me, @helianthus21, @pray4jensen

Castiel straightened Dean’s bowtie, even though, strictly speaking, this was his first time being up close with such a clothing accessory. The first time he’d seen it, he’d asked, “Why do you have a bow around your neck?” Dean had laughed, and then told him Cas needed one too.

With Dean’s bowtie straightened, the hunter was now tying his for him.

“I thought we were hunting,” Castiel said.

“We are,” Dean answered, taking a brief moment to glance up into Castiel’s eyes and give him a smile. Castiel, as usual, was too stunned by that smile and its close proximity, to smile back. He just stared. What else was he supposed to do when faced with the most beautiful human on Earth? “Sometimes hunting gives us some perks.”

“Perks?” Castiel asked. “I wouldn’t think you’d be one to enjoy dressing up.”

Dean finished with Castiel’s bowtie, and then brushed his fingers against his cheek, giving him that smile yet again. “Yeah, sometimes. Besides, sneaking into a fancy party is totally fun. See, the rich shmucks think you’re one of them, and the joke is, you’re not.”

Dean held Castiel at arm’s length, and then looked him over. Castiel observed Dean in the same way, though he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. In flannel, in a suit, without clothes — Dean was always beautiful to him.

“Uh, lose the jacket,” Dean said.

Castiel took hold of his overcoat, and stared at it somewhat longingly. But, he did as Dean said, folding it up and handing it to him once it was off. Was it just his imagination or did Dean’s fingers grip tight at the fabric, like he was trying to keep a piece of Castiel with him?

“Where’s Sam?” Castiel asked, as they started heading out of the house they were squatting at. He placed the overcoat on a chest by the door.

“Sam,” Dean answered, “is doing the less fun job. He lost rock, paper, scissors.”

Castiel stared at Dean, even tilted his head at him. “No, he didn’t.”

“Okay, fine,” Dean answered, cheeks flushing. “No, he didn’t. I bribed him.”

They started heading out the door, Castiel putting a hand to Dean’s elbow.

“Bribing your bother — I didn’t know that was allowed in rock, paper, scissors.”

“It’s not. But at least we’re not stuck in a graveyard waiting for some ghost to pull a no-show. Come on.”

oOoOo

It was a long ride to the party, but as Dean drove, even with the windows up, Castiel could smell salt off the water brought to them by a cool ocean breeze. The drive up to the large building the party was being held at was all gravel. It looked like a mansion, jutting out over the ocean, and it was decorated in lights. From the Impala, Castiel could see that the walkway up to the ornately carved, oaken double doors was laden with rounded, flat stones made to look like giant sand dollars. Sparkling white lights wrapped around the rails on either side.

“Okay,” Dean began as they pulled up, “we have to act like gentlemen.”

Cas gave him a smile. “What does that mean?”

“No weird angel crap,” he answered.

Castiel retorted, grabbing Dean’s shoulder and squeezing lovingly, “No weird hunter crap, then.”

Dean shot him finger guns. “See? You’re getting it.”

The stroll up to the mansion ruffled Castiel’s hair, and he could hear the ocean crashing against rocks, and the cliffside down below. Off to the left once they got up on the bluff there was a patio, the moon shining above it, reflecting in the deep, dark waters underneath. Castiel wanted to pause there with Dean for a moment, but his boyfriend took him up the steps. They were arm in arm.

At least it couldn’t have been too fancy a party because they had to open the doors themselves — but it didn’t escape Castiel’s notice that the doorhandles were golden. Once inside, he realized his assessment had been wrong. This was a very fancy party. Men in expensive suits talked in the entryway with women in long dresses, most of which revealed shoulders, collarbones, and quite a bit of cleavage. For a quick second, Castiel worried Dean would have eyes for the women, but when he looked to his boyfriend, Dean’s eyes were all his.

An older woman in dress pants, a button-up shirt, and a black vest came to them.

“Invitations?” she asked.

Castiel took the invitations — forged invitations — Dean had given him and handed them to the woman. Knowing how to pretend to be important, he nodded at her kindly, and then strolled on past. Why wait to see if their invitations were alright? The story was that they’d been invited, so of course they could just enter the party.

The entry hall was made up of an intricately tiled floor. Off to the left, close to the entrance, Castiel could see that a room opened up, the dark wood forming a bar inside, and drinks sparkled against the light. Before them was a low, large circular table of wood, chairs with dark leather padding ringed around it. And to the left of that, a fire crackled in a fireplace of green marble. A massive staircase was on their right, other halls seeming to branch off under it. Just ahead, doors with windows opened into a wide, bright room of all white. That was where some guests seemed to be dining. Candles were in ornate lanterns on perfectly white tablecloths, and flowers adorned each table. Beyond that Castiel could see windows that were nearly floor-to-ceiling. They showed them the wide breadth of the ocean.

It was rare that Castiel was in such a beautiful place on Earth. Usually with Sam and Dean, they stayed low to the ground, where the monsters would be. In crappy motels, alleys, abandoned warehouses, graveyards.

But this, well, Castiel hadn’t known this side to hunting before.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Dean asked. “I scoped out the place last night. After hours, of course. Whatever we’re looking for, it sure wasn’t around then. One of the patrons surely has the object.”

“And Sam? Will he be alright?”

Dean shrugged as the walked further into the mansion. “Yeah, well, you know Sam. He’d probably hate being here anyway.”

oOoOo

Sam sat on a gravestone in the graveyard their “Casper the friendly ghost” had been buried in. His hands were in the pockets of his jacket to keep them warm in the night air. Candles from his séance flickered, shadows playing across the ground. Sam puffed out his cheeks, blowing out a long breath, tapping his feet in complete boredom.

“Great,” he muttered.

He’d already been alone there for some time, and he’d had no luck.

Dean and Cas were probably having the all the fun. He was so bored he’d sell his right foot to be with them instead of here.

oOoOo

The night wore on. Castiel didn’t find many of the guests as entertaining as he wished. It was hard to be in competition with Dean Winchester. Things had been going rather well, it had seemed, until Castiel saw one of the guests’ true faces. What in the world was a demon doing showing up to a hunt involving a ghost? It was possible it had heard they were in the area, and didn’t want to lose the opportunity.

Castiel stopped in his tracks when he saw them. He stood at the bottom of the staircase, about to ascend it. The demon had been descending. Dean tugged at Cas.

“Hey, baby, come on. They’re serving more food upstairs. You know I want some of those oysters.”

Castiel summoned his angel blade.

Dean stared down, frowning.

“Uh, Cas, not that I’m against you being stabby or anything, but showing your weapon at a party isn’t gentlemanly.”

“Dean, go to the Impala, get the spare angel blade in the trunk.”

“What? Why?”

Castiel pointed at the man smiling, coming closer to them. His eyes had gone black.

Castiel could smell Dean’s nerves. But then Dean kissed him on the cheek, and took off down the steps, through the entryway, and out the door.

oOoOo

There were screams coming from the mansion when Dean got back up to the bluff, angel blade in hand.

It was pure chaos inside the mansion. Castiel and the demon fought inside the entryway, and couples bejeweled in finery were desperately trying to scramble out of the way. A few bodies were on the stairs, either dead already or on the way there. They were bleeding out.

Castiel crashed down against the round table in the entryway, wood shattering beneath the force of his fall and his weight crashing down on top of it. The demon grabbed Cas by the throat, and backed him up towards the fire, head banging against the mantlepiece. Sparks singed Castiel’s suit.

Dean was about to go help him, but Cas fought the demon off, pushing them back.

Dean started rounding up guests. “Okay, okay. This way. Get behind the bar.”

But that area started filling up quick, and there were others too far away. The demon was body-hopping too, not just to keep Castiel on his toes, it seemed, but to use the humans to kill each other.

Dean got some people safe under the stairs, a few in the women’s bathroom, and some in the long, walk-in closet with all the coats.

But he cursed, realizing everything was too spread out. There were still people coming from the stairs to peer over the top of the railing and see what was happening. The demon took that as an advantage to fling guests to their deaths.

Realizing he couldn’t help them anymore without getting into the fight, he stood amidst the blood and broken glass and shattered wood, angel blade in hand.

“Hey!”

The demon had gone back into its original body (well, if body-snatching counted as its original body).

“You looking for me?” Dean asked.

“I’m here for you, and the angel,” the demon answered.

Dean kept it talking as Castiel came up from behind.

“Lucky for you, we’re both here.” Dean started to pace, doing anything to keep the demon from wanting to turn around. “What brought you here anyway? Don’t tell me it was the cheap tourism.”

“Where the Winchesters go, I follow.”

“Yeah, ‘cause that isn’t stalkery at all. Look, buddy, not to be rude, but I’ve already got a date for the evening. You mind doing us all a favor and sending yourself downstairs? I’ll help. Free of charge. Excorcizamus te, omnis immundu—”

The demon lunged for Dean, even as its body contorted from the power of the exorcism. Dean came up, ready to take some blows if that’s what it took to get this thing stabbed and killed. His blade rammed up into its ribcage. Castiel came from behind and pierced it in the back.

The demon sparked out in orange light, body falling to the floor, blood trickling out of it. Dean leaned down to wipe the angel blade he had on the dead guy’s jacket.

“That wasn’t very gentlemanly of you,” Dean told Cas.

Castiel argued, some levity in his rough voice, “I wasn’t the one who stabbed him first.”

Castiel put his blade… wherever he put it — the void or something — and then he said, “I’ll call Sam.”

“Yeah, I think he’d want to get in on our gentleman escapades.”

Castiel squinted his eyes at him. “What is it with you and that word?”

Dean straightened his bowtie, feeling hot blood that had splattered on it get on his fingers.

“It’s the bowtie,” he responded.

Castiel just rolled his eyes, but he pulled Dean into a kiss.

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skoolbully-a · 4 years ago

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@dhufeainnewedd said : ‘ you wanna play ? let’s fucking play . 😏 ‘

THREE IS A GOOD NUMBER . it’s so good that they made a saying about it , and that’s how you know it’s the real deal . three french hens , three primary colours , three hanson brothers ... and three best friends –– two of whom are about to betray the one , one of who will betray the other , and the third who’ll eventually try to keep the other two afloat while they try their best to drown her . ( but like , yeah . three’s a good number . ) rosie isn’t here , though . said something about her dad , except he thinks that might be crap . truth is , she’s kinda been looking like shit in the way that only users can look like shit ( which is to say : beautiful , with the weight of the whole world circling beneath their eyes ) , and he’s got this suspicion that it isn’t really her dad that’s got her fucked up . ( sucks ! ben que c’est la vie . ) so it’s just him and ishtar , falling in and out of one another as they make their rounds .

breathe in , breathe out , chase the dragon . vicious cycle of ebbs and flows –– ecstasy : limbs heavy , mouth numb as he speaks in slurs and smiles to people whose names he’s already forgotten / calm explosions in his head , rapture ascending as he passes from room to room . ( casper the friendly ghost ! not dead yet , but close enough . ) he’s talking to some girl , too caught up in the glittering of her lip gloss to really hear the words , when ishtar comes back from whatever cowboy adventure she’d been on . a hand on his wrist , fingers grazing against a shitty friendship bracelet he hasn’t been able to get off ( it tickles / he laughs / the sound doesn’t sound like his own . cool . ) he follows her , same as he’d follow any of his friends to the grave , head nodding liberally with every step . kitchen , dining room , living room –– it’s all the same . just another shrine to american suburbia , ordained by pictures of nuclear families with the same bland , say-cheese smiles . he doesn’t really know where they are anymore , but people are dancing and the lyrics echoing in his ears sound like they’re backwards and the lights hopscotch across the floor and walls in neon streaks and –– ( woah . ) they sway / they laugh / they’re together in the effortless way that they so often are ... and then she taunts him –– you wanna play ? let’s fucking play –– and he kind of comes to the realization that she isn’t ‘ just ishtar ’ / and she smiles like how she smiles –– mischievous , in the way that makes you believe she really sees you –– and he kind of comes to the realization that she was never ‘ just ishtar ’ . fuck . for all the chemicals dancing through his veins , glowing iridescent beneath flashing lights and pulsing with the beat of indistinct music –– they still don’t numb the pain . ( and soon he’ll find out that they don’t really kill the urge , neither ... so what’s the fucking point ? )

wake up ! but his eyes are already open ; it’s his hands pressed against his ears , shielding a racing mind from the intrusion of rational thought , that’re the real danger . ( face the truth , kid . you could calm the storm if you wanted to . ) except that he doesn’t want to . typhoons destroy all they touch , sweeping the foundations of loving homes away in waves of mud and tears –– he knows this . how many times have beams buckled and broken beneath the flood of jimbo fucking jones : the boy who’s all emotion and chaos and broken promises ? it’s the moments before the tide breaches the shore , standing on foggy beaches and looking into the jaws of a watery grave with splayed arms and salted skin , that keep him coming back . the danger ! the exhilaration ! the impending destruction ! ( the very things that make it wrong make it so goddamn irresistible . ) ishtar isn’t any different . she’s a risk to gamble on / a warning sign wrapped in barbed wire , and the pain of pricking hungry fingers on the corners of what she signifies is itself the reward . –––– a means to an end ( euphoria ) rather than an end in and of itself .

❛ you won’t win , izzy . ❜ a coy smile , dark lashes blinking lazily against an invisible haze . his view of life is invariably through a plastic bag ; she’s kind of like the crudely printed smiley face on the front , drifting aimlessly through the wind . jimbo uses a finger to raise her chin , scrutinizing the micro-expressions on her face / trying to read her intentions from the blue of her eyes . his grin grows crooked , just a little too wicked to be innocent . ❛ i’m the better player . ❜ probably because he’s got the game rigged . he can’t help it ! damaged teenagers have this impulse to find people just like him –– run their fingers jagged edges until they find a crack to fill . then they pour themselves into the broken bits , conflating affection ( or whatever abstraction of it passes between empty texts and unfastened zippers ) with love . like it’s a plaster / like the body’s a construction site / like he can be patched together again with warm hands and lipstick stains . amateurs . they act surprised when the fissures don’t disappear and he slips out from between their fingers , but by the time they realize they’ve been conned … he’s already wandering down the middle of an empty street with his face turned up against flickering streetlights . it’s not his fault that he’s got the kind of dirty freckles and broken smiles and bloodied lips that people think they can fix . ( all he does is capitalize on it , because –– really –– it’s the closest thing to love he’ll ever get . ) he’s not conceited enough to assume ishtar wants to fix him ; he knows her too well to think that for more than a second . nah . it ain’t that serious for her –– it’s jokes , man ! she don’t want to fix him … she just wants to fill the hole inside herself with rocks engraved with names . and it’s , like , cool . but does she know that one wrong move will knock the whole damn pile over , leaving her with no choice but to shovel the shit out of herself with dirty hands and broken nails ? would it change anything if she did ?

❛ –––besides . i don’t think this is a game we’re allowed to play , –’nd you don’t break any rules that count . ❜ and it’s true , except that –– coming from him –– it’s bullshit . ( a challenge ? definitely . an invitation ? maybe . but an honest appeal to their good senses ? absolutely not . ) for all of the moralistic words , it’s not like he actually moves away / it’s not like he stops staring at her the way that a dog stares at a bone . he lets go of her chin and taps his index finger , a little harshly , against the bridge of her nose . it’s just part of the game , love . ❛ so ... match point . y’know ? calling your bluff . ❜

#( eve theyre so dumb )#( brain go durrrrr )#dhufeainnewedd #long post /#drugs /#﹠. —— verse : euphoria. 「 ☠ 」

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storytella-bella · 1 year ago

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The Joy of Life Challenge - #38 FINALE

Aspen's room is officially empty and packed-up for college!!

His parents will be taking him off to Uni the next morning. As for today, it's his birthday!

Aspen bought his mom a bouqet and turkish delights, and his step dad beer and turkish delights. He just wanted to say thank you for looking after him and raising him so well, and saving up for him to persue his dreams!

Next on Aspen's list of duties before heading off to college was unfortunately... breaking up with Sophia. He was completely honest, stating that he cannot provide investment in their relationship due to him moving away for college.

She did NOT take it well... yikes.

She did not want to break up, so she was pretty hurt about it. And to be honest, so was Aspen. Although he wanted to, it still kinda sucks ending your first ever relationship.

She then THREW A DRINK AT HIM! 😂 She clearly despises being the dump-ee and not the dump-er...

Anywho, April and Casper decided to take Aspen and Noelle out for some ice-cream, since it's gonna be their last night living all together!

They talked, laughed, and had delicious ice-cream before heading home so Aspen can celebrate his birthday with a cake!

That night, Aspen's friends arranged a meetup back at the Island Bluffs, just to celebrate them being friends and to say 'goodbye' and 'good luck' to their life after high school!!

The next morning, the family ate breakfast together before it was time for Aspen to officially enroll at UBrite and move into his student housing!

Aspen not only got all 4 scholarships he applied for, but also a fifth one 'Merit', meaning he is a full ride student!! After moving him out, all of his scholarships left him with §9,555 simoleons!!!

The family arrived at UBrite, and officially sent him off to start his University adventures! 🥰

I'm so excited for this period of Aspen's life!!! Stay tuned, because Season 2 is coming real soon!

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #sims4gameplay #sims4legacy #the sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 legacy #thesims4 #ts4 challenge

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t4tjonmartin · 5 years ago

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thoughts on the latest wtnv eps (kinda jumbled):

first things first, i love the progression of the titles, from The Trouble With Time ("life is too short every second spent not truly living is a waste we are going to die RIGHT NOW") to The Promise Of Time ("the future is ours we will never die we no longer need to fear") as two extremes, and then The Battle With Time which represents the constant oscillation between these two extremes and sometimes finding that perfect middle ground ("the future is not ours to claim and constantly fearing the end of our lives is what holds us back from truly living it in the first place") (and of course the wonderful throwback to "death is only the end if you assume the story is about you" except....slightly more aggressive sjdbjs but that's cecil for you)

speaking of throwbacks, the whole thing with peoples future brains-as-robots and present time nightvalians fighting alongside/against them reminded me a lot of the episode waaay back with the doubles, and the first-hand introduction to kevin, and by extension, desert bluffs, strex corp, and of course, the smiling god. and since this episode saw The Return Of That Weird Ecstatic Deity through a character who was a hardcore worshipper......parallels much? [sidenote: i wonder when exactly casper discovered the smiling god, considering he's from the future]

and while we're on parallels: being reminded of the doubles episode really made me miss dana :( i wish we could've heard about her in this episode while cecil was describing what various citizens were doing. like, i think it would be ooc for present dana to cryofreeze her brain but imagine her fighting her robot counterpart and going "OH GOD WHY THIS AGAIN" or just looking outside her apartment window and hearing everything that was happening and thinking "thank goodness it's not me this time" lol

it was a nice touch for cecil to add how casper's death affected the timeline, but i think it glossed over two things. one, how the entire town and cecil the observer just....decided to kill a guy with a shapeshifting hacksaw (iirc) and then took his brain, put it in a "weak, scrawny" robot and put it to mind numbing (no pun intended) and objectively useless labour for no actual reason. that's scary af, you all?? i wonder what the writers were trying to show through that

two, how even if time in nightvale might have become "normal", its still being messed with. just like the general, the citizens in these episodes altered time significantly (killing casper, which cecil mentioned meant that now he never harvested brains for robots in the first place) in a way that may seem inconsequential presently but completely changed their future. that is also scary af, you all

another thing i noticed was how the community came together. compared to strex or hell beagle this time around the union of the town to defeat a common enemy was......a lot more violent? the scene of the whole town coming out into the streets while cecil narrated it all isn't new (though still extremely sexy), but it seems to be different every time. this time around, cecil mentioning the "neighbouring towns" of ghost pine and whispering forest also coming to help....what stake did they have in this fight? did casper try to rope them in too or does nightvale just have extremely good intracommunity relations these days? also, does this mean those towns also listen to cecil's station?

in context of that, makes me wonder why desert bluffs wasn't mentioned (either that, or it was mentioned and i'm forgetting it as usual). did casper try to harvest brains from desert bluffs? it would make sense, bc the whole smiling god connection. did he come to nightvale after going to desert bluffs? if so: what does that mean for desert bluffs' citizens? were any of the robots of the future from someplace other than nightvale too?

finally, to end on a somewhat positive note: i loved the focus on charlie bear. this working class dude just up and started an uprising to defeat casper and his robots while being a major reason that an uprising was needed to defeat casper and his robots in the first place lmao, good for him

#im still trying to figure out if and how this episode was a commentary on capitalism #and if it was then how well written it was as compared to strex #theres the element of corporations and smiling god in both #and jenny made some good points about NZ and how he didn't make much of an appearance in this ep #the problem with nightvale imo is that i can never tell what is just a writing oversight and what is intentional :/ it bugs me #this is so long i have SO MUCH to say smh #welcome to night vale #wtnv #mine #should i tag spoilers? idk #wtnv spoilers #🤷🏽‍♂️#in hindsight i often tend to forget that nightvale is a horror podcast lmao

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violetleaves · 5 years ago

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{ open to: m / f / nb !! muses: casper donovan & flynn wilder plot: oopsie, casper has killed somebody right as your muse is supposed to come over to hang out !! your muse can be one of their ( or both of their !! these boys are poly as hell ) partners, close friend who knows nothing about their criminal lifestyle, or another member of their gang }

“CAS, are you out of your fucking mind?!” flynn shouts, hands furiously gripping his hair and tugging harshly, unable to look away from the mess casper has created on their living room floor. a minute ago, everything had been fine – they’d been discussing trading negotiations for delivering their product down to los angeles, and with one wrong word from the other man, casper had snapped. it started with a fist fight, one that flynn thought he could easily diffuse, but once casper’s knife was out, this was a different story. casually, like there isn’t even a bloody, murdered body soaking up the carpet, casper’s pulling out a cigarette and shrugging his shoulders. “oh, i’m sorry, did you expect me to just let him get away with talking to me that way? he had it fuckin’ coming, wilder. he was gonna be trouble for us, for the rest of the gang, and –” their heads both turn quickly once there’s a knock at their front door, neither of the boys remembering they had someone coming over soon. there’s a blood chilling fear that it’s not who they think it is on the other side, until they hear their voice call out, and they both sigh, relieved for just a moment. they’re unresponsive at first, until flynn, voice cracking as he does, says: “give us a second !!” he then points at casper, very sternly eyeing him and trying not to look at what he’s done. “get this shit out of sight, i’ll… stall, or something, i don’t fucking know, just don’t let them see this, or we’re dead.” cigarette hanging out of his mouth, casper rolls his eyes, and goes to move the body, while flynn is going for the door, cracking it open slightly to poke his head out and smiling uncomfortably. “hey, uh… sorry. cas is kind of a mess right now… one of his benders, you know.” he lies, clicking his tongue. “could we maybe go someplace else?” he suggests, hoping they don’t call his bluff and try to go inside to see what could be going on with casper.

#indie rp #indie starter #open rp #open starter #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: murder #LETS SEE NOW WILL IT GO IN THE DAMN TAG?#heads up: nobody calls flynn flynn. everybody calls him wilder #ESPECIALLY if ur doing somebody part of the gang #saying oopsie in the plot is so funny to me #oopsie :') ohhhh cas

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deerfests · 5 years ago

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“You’d better put that knife down.”- Alan/Scratch| “There’s a lot of hair in the toaster should I be concerned?”- Alan/Scratch| “Oh my god did we actually do it?”- Trench/Darling| WAIT why is there cake batter everywhere? Are you trying to bake a cake?” “It was supposed to be your favorite…”- Trench/Darling ♡♡♡

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Alan/Scratch

13. “You’d better put that knife down.”

Alan’s voice is hoarse and full of exhaustion, as he struggles on the floor, trying to stand up, it’s far from a threat. They had never grappled on the floor like some pathetic kids for the remote, of course, but Scratch’s no-contact approach to this was infuriating. A shadowy form there, a herd of TAKEN here, it really sent him into a spiral knowing the man didn’t have to lay a finger on him ever to harm him. Obviously, he wasn’t dying for it, he didn’t need it nor want it... but the worst of it came when Mr. Scratch actually did touch him. Usually, this started when he came at Alan (who was waking up on the desert floor from the fall) with a weapon-- usually a sharp object or any sorts.

It wasn’t inherently anything beyond violence, Alan knew this, but there was a strange tenderness. And longing for that contact is what scared Wake... The fact that with a blade at his neck, the writer would feel satisfaction that he was being in proximity with anyone at all... even if it was his twister double. The sad truth was that nine years in the dark place, alone with that bastard would do this to him. Break him in a way he wasn’t sure would be possible to fix.

4. “There’s a lot of hair in the toaster should I be concerned?“

Scratch blinks at that in an attempt to bluff his way out of this, like he didn’t know what the other was talking about.

It never worked, Alan would just glare at him, examine his features as if they were new and shake his head in disappointment before raising a hand to his head as if pinching the bridge of his nose would help him calm down.

"What did you do this time?” Wake always had a way to sound like he hasn’t even heard about the concept of sleep-- like he was so exhausted from everything, that it was a wonder he’d still carry on. The Herald of Darkness grins then, ready to say. As if this would excuse his actions and get him out of trouble-- he never learns. Alan notes that and shakes his head once more. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“But it was so much fun...”

“That’s why I don’t want to know.”

“Killjoy.”

Trench/Darling

9. “WAIT why is there cake batter everywhere? Are you trying to bake a cake?” “It was supposed to be your favorite…”

Usually Darling was competent in the kitchen... So this was odd, off-putting even and very much irritating to Trench. Yet, hearing the other man’s explanation-- it concerned him even more.

“I don’t even like sweets.” Trench retorts, being the pathetic shell of a man he usually was. If there was a Trench-land, it’s laws would not permit joy or fun. Usually, at least. There were, of course, some forms of fun he liked but now was not the time to sidetrack to it.

“Well, I mean... I thought you’d appreciate the gesture. If I knew you were gonna hassle me about it--”

“Darling, I’m not hassling you over the cake, but if you stepped back you’d realize the entire kitchen looks like a crime scene.”

Darling looks about, taking in his surroundings.

“Heh... guess it does.” Casper looks back at the other. Blank in his expression before frowning. “You’re just mad because you’re gonna have to clean this...”

“No shit.”

“It’s not that bad.”

"Right, right, just when I thought I could relax for a split second at home, my disaster partner comes over to play war in my damn kitchen.”

Darling sighs, defeated.

“Fine, I’ll clean up after I’m done... but” The scientist grins at that moment. “I’m eating the entire cake then.” A failed tease, really.

“Whatever.” Trench mutters before walking out of the room, leaving Casper to stand in the mess he made...Then again, leaving Darling to get a sugar rush probably was a bad call. Yet, he’ll deal with that when he gets to it.

#scratch x alan #darling trench #Trenchling #sunny-adorkable #My writing #ask #these suck im sorry

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