#Disbelieving - That's the real crime!

[snaoisean]

im like a sleeper agent for newt and hermann pacificrim all you need to do to activate me is play touch tone telephone

[royalphantompain]

Don't hang up yet

I'm not done

I'm an expert

I'm the one

The one who is right all along

Better to be laughed at than wrong

[wheres-your-paddle]

Ancient aliens, it's all true! I'm an expert, just like you!

And like you, I'm a genius before my time!!

[hearts4werka]

Missing

Summary: it’s been six months since your sister went missing, everyone gave up on the investigation but you’re determined to find her no matter what but someone comes along the way… Genre: Stalker, missing person, thriller, horror, crime investigation, dark aesthetic, stalker romance? (We won’t know yet) Warnings: mention of dark topics that may trigger some readers (idk which exactly, write them in the comments) ends on a cliffhanger. Read At Your Own Risk! authors note: this is my first fic and ive always been a fan of horror and stories that have me on the edge of my seat so writing this was a pleasure. English is not my first language so minor grammar mistakes might occur. Hope you enjoy!

This is part 1 of the ‘Missing’ series!

Its been six months since my sister disappeared, vanished out of thin air without a trace left behind.

I tried to get the police to continue investigation after three months but they always say the same thing ‘she’s probably dead’ or ‘there’s no possibility she’s still out there alive’ so I decided to try and collect more information by myself since I believe I can find her and finally reunite which her after so long from being apart from each other.

A month ago on the anniversary of my sisters disappearance, I found out I have a stalker and it started to make my anxiety worsen which only adds onto the struggles in my life I have to deal with and a mixture of thoughts racing through my mind at once, I could feel myself loosing control and desperately trying to grasp reality at times, to deciphering what is real and what lives in my head becoming harder and harder every day. Feeling myself slowly loose my mind in this dark world I’ve been placed in.

My best friend Nora was helping with the investigation while the police was operating but when they called quits on the case, she went with them and left me to be alone on the case.

My brain refuses to believe she’s dead, she’s out there and I’ll find her no matter what. No matter the price I’ll have to pay

| - 🍂 - |

Im sitting in my living room after a long day of work, reading the front page of the mornings newspaper titled “Young adult vanished without a trace in the town of Boston” they ended her investigation three months ago and still write about her in the newspaper since they’re clearly out of interesting stories.

It’s full of conspiracy theories of what could have happened to her, there’s even one that says there’s a possibility she’s been abducted by aliens? I shake my head in disbelieve reading through that article. I call complete bullshit. People still believe in aliens these days?

Ive been through numerous newspapers and articles I could find on the internet but it was always the same thing, she’s probably kidnapped or have been killed by her potential kidnapper. I’ve gathered so many newspapers in the span of the few months that a pile is starting to form on my coffee table.

I push my sliding glasses up the bridge of my nose when a sudden feeling of being observed washes over me. My gaze rips away from the newspaper to try and find something or someone but I find nothing in the darkness while the only source of light is a single lamp next to the couch along with the moonlight pooling through the windows.

Theres no one in the room besides me and the shadows taunting me for still having hope that she’s out there, what if she really isn’t alive anymore? I’m ripped out of the spiral of my thoughts with a single buzz of my phone. Checking what it could be I see it’s a message from an unknown number, by the content of the message there’s only one person that it could be. My stalker.

Unknown : Still searching for that little sister of yours?

Looking around the dark room I once again find nothing, I gaze back down at the message and type out a response, the noise of my nails hitting the phone screen echo and spread around the space surrounding me.

Me : Leave me alone.

After the message got sent, I drop my phone next to me on the couch and return my focus to the newspaper. Flipping through the pages to find anything useful, I’m desperate at this point for any kind of information that might help.

Slowly loosing hope that I’ll find anything in the newspaper, one article in particular catches my eye…

[attention-k-mart-shoppers]

Touch-Tone Telephone is Dib-coded

For context:

Dib Membrane is a character from Invader Zim. He is the only human in the entire Skool who knows Zim is an alien. He often claims himself to be a paranormal investigator, but nobody ever believes his theories, even with proof, especially his theory that aliens are real.

(to know more about Dib, you can watch Invader Zim on Paramount+ if you have a subscription)

Now, let's get to the main post

Before you read, just know that i've never done one of these analysis posts before, so it's a little rough

"I think it's time for you to know the awful truth

Mm, the truth about me, and the truth about you"

This lyric reminds me of Dib standing up in front of the class and talking about his theories, specifically the first episode when he first meets Zim and tries to prove to the class that he's an alien (which nobody believes, of course)

"'Cause you're a brand-new species

Big cat (oh-oh), space [people], Robert Stack (oh, oh)

God-damn it, gonna snap, Leonard Nimoy (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)

Call me back (call me back)"

In the original song, this is the singer talking indirectly to his idols (i forgot who they were specifically). This reminded me a bit of how Dib always tries to get on Mysterious Mysteries, his favorite TV show, but the people behind the show never believe the truths in front of their eyes, but only the silliest stuff, for example, a man in a chicken costume was believed to be a chicken-human hybrid just because the zipper got stuck and he couldn't get out of the costume

"I try to call you every day

I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out"

'Cause I'm the right one

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one

On your AM, AM radio

Oh, I'm crying now, authentic tears

They flow out of me when I think about you

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand the meaning of this

Oh my god

I try, and I try, and I try to make you listen to me"

All the highlighted stuff here is once again probably about Mysterious Mysteries

"I try to call you every day

I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

'Cause I'm the right one

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one (hey)

On your AM, AM radio"

"Don't hang up yet, I'm not done"

The people behind Mysterious Mysteries often hang up on Dib when he tries to tell them about things that they deem nonsensical

"I'm an expert, I'm the one

The one who was right all along

Better to be laughed at than wrong"

Dib often gets made fun of at school, behind the scenes of Mysterious Mysteries, and even by his own dad for his theories, but he never gives up

"I'm an expert in my field

UFOlogy, yes, it's all real

Ancient aliens, it's all true

I'm an expert just like you

And like you, I'm a genius before my time"

I watched a Touch-Tone Telephone animation with Dib a while ago, and during the lyric highlighted here, it showed a poster of Dib's dad, Professor Membrane, who's a world-famous scientist who always tells Dib that he should study "real science" just like he does, instead of studying aliens and other things. I like the theory that Dib is indirectly talking to Professor Membrane here about how he'll become famous one day just like his father

"Disbelieving, that's the real crime

Pretty soon, they'll discover me

In the Super-Sargasso Sea

I try to call you every day

What can I say when the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out (now)

'Cause I'm the right one (now) on my touch-tone telephone (now)

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one on your AM radio

(On your AM, AM radio)"

Thanks for reading! I was very excited to write this since I love Touch-Tone Telephone and relate to Dib a lot.

[butch-reidentified]

Every new fracturing discourse topic upsets me so much because men will go to bat for each other regardless of quite literally everything else all that matters is that they're men. Religion doesn't matter. Crimes don't matter. Political stances don't matter. Relationship status doesn't matter. Ethnicity sexuality history nationality still matter to some extent but they'll still find a way to be together to the detriment of women. Men will side with fictional men and men they haven't even met when women speak of their own experiences. All that matters is that they're men and from that point on they will find reasons to relate to each other and to find parts of each other to befriend and relate to. I'm so fucking SICK of women not understanding this and dividing ourselves further.

YES exactly. the extent of my engagement in this has rly been just me begging women to stop & listen, to clarify what I (& my wife) are saying bc theres so much assuming, misinterpreting, misunderstanding, etc being spread and that's like, one of my personal biggest bothers (being disbelieved when I'm being honest, specifically, which is why I make it a point not to lie, but relatedly, being misunderstood/misrepresented). it's like my one genuine trigger in life. and so this has been like my worst nightmare in terms of that, just totally out of control misrepresentations of me being spread beyond any damage control i could attempt.

my one real trigger (legit gets to me more than many of my actual traumas have) worst nightmare interpersonal scenario, and I am STILL trying so so hard to lead with sisterhood and grace toward other women. to the point I've chosen to stop actually even engaging and allow such a triggering situation to continue, allow such misrepresentations to spread & worsen, just bc i want to prioritize female liberation, like i said the other day. it's not easy. it's really really not. but i am NOT gonna go to war with other women, god ESPECIALLY radfems/rad-leaning. whywhywhy are we focusing on this???

i actually think it's a great irony that the post that started all this was me saying (paraphrased), "if you're not into female-exclusive/feminist witchcraft stuff, i don't get it, but it's totally cool just please don't be unkind to women who are into it." this discourse didn't start over "women who arent into witchcraft suck and should be into it" or anything remotely like that, it started with me saying let's be kind to radfems who do some harmless thing we don't also do. it's so meta fr lmao

[orangecookiewhagt]

touch tone telephone by lemon demon is so Griffin Lovell I am insane about tjis I wrote explanations for some of the lyrics

beware spoilers and Long

I think it's time for you to know the awful truth/Mm, the truth about me, and the truth about you

Griffin telling Robin the truth about Babel 

How no one actually wants to create a better future for them and that they are tools that the empire uses to leech off of other countries 

I try to call you every day /I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth)

Wants to tell the world about the truth of how terrible Babel 

Wants everyone to listen and understand him when he talks about destroying the empire 

And how the empire has no regards for peoples lives in other countries

I've been working on a unified theory/If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

About Hermes society’s plan to stop the opium war 

'Cause I'm the right one

Griffin’s right about the necessity of violence

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone/I'm the only one/On your AM, AM radio

Hermes society are the only ones willing to risk their lives to spread the truth about colonialism 

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand/'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand the meaning of this

How Robin is the only other person whose mother tongue is Chinese 

Oh my god/I try, and I try, and I try to make you listen to me

Griffin trying to convince Robin that Hermes will be his only option in the end

I'm an expert just like you/And like you, I'm a genius before my time/Disbelieving, that's the real crime

It’s unfair for people to go on with their lives using the resources of other countries without acknowledging where they’re from or the hard work that went into them

[suicideenthusiast]

Wonderful

I think it's time for you to know the awful truth

Mm, the truth about me, and the truth about you

'Cause you're a brand-new species

Big cat (oh-oh), space Nazis, Robert Stack (oh, oh)

God-damn it, gonna snap, Leonard Nimoy (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)

Call me back (call me back)

I try to call you every day

I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

'Cause I'm the right one

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one

On your AM, AM radio

Oh, I'm crying now, authentic tears

They flow out of me when I think about you

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand the meaning of this

Oh my god

I try, and I try, and I try to make you listen to me

I try to call you every day

I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

'Cause I'm the right one

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one (hey)

On your AM, AM radio

Don't hang up yet, I'm not done

I'm an expert, I'm the one

The one who was right all along

Better to be laughed at than wrong

I'm an expert in my field

UFOlogy, yes, it's all real

Ancient aliens, it's all true

I'm an expert just like you

And like you, I'm a genius before my time

Disbelieving, that's the real crime

Pretty soon, they'll discover me

In the Super-Sargasso Sea

I try to call you every day

What can I say when the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out (now)

'Cause I'm the right one (now) on my touch-tone telephone (now)

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one on your AM radio

(On your AM, AM radio)

Have fun guessing which kid i amm :3

OUGH THATS HARD. uhjsnmmm... which one of you likes will wood a lot gimme a second to think...

[magicbystarlight]

Chapter One: Visitation

Prologue

Summary: You catch the eyes of three ghastly figures. If only you knew before it was too late.

Warnings: 18+, creepy behavior. Dark series with parts that will include rape/noncon as well as other explicit and violent triggers. Heavy religious themes. All parts will be tagged accordingly. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 981

“What came first, preacher? The sinner or their sin?”

“How long do you think you’ll be out there?”

Erica’s voice came out through hissed static in the receiver. You hoped the horrible reception was connected to the rain and constant overcast sky but, given the state of the rest of the town, you doubted there would be much improvement on a clear day. 

“I’ve got about two months of vacation saved up, but I don’t think I could be in this place longer than a couple weeks.”

“Oh, it can’t be that bad.”

“The deadbolt doesn't even work. It's stuck or something. So I'm screwed if some killer rolls through town. And the roads here aren't even roads, it’s all dirt and gravel. What's worse is that the closest Starbucks is forty minutes out of town.” 

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, “a place without a Starbucks is a far bigger crime than you not having a lock on your door. Heaven forbid you have to get a coffee anywhere else or, you know, make it yourself.”

You snorted, leaning against the old fridge. “I prefer to overpay for my bean water, thanks.” 

“Yeah, well, then you better get started on the house, huh? Unless you want to spend an arm and leg on gas for that piece of junk.”

“It’s not that bad —”

You cut off as you looked out the window to the beat up thing, surprised to find it wasn’t the last car on the gravel driveway. A decades old police car—older than even Grandpa's truck—with a singular red light stuck to the top sat behind it. A man wearing an equally outdated hat and a shirt tucked under his overhanging stomach was making his way up the gravel driveway towards the house. Was the town really that strapped for cash? As if he could feel your stare, his attention turned to the window. A smile pulled onto his face as he waved.

Erica’s annoyed “Hello?” brought you back to the phone you were clutching. Averting your eyes, you shifted out of the sight of the window.

“Sorry, I think I’m gonna have to call you back. Some cop showed up.”

Her annoyance vanished as she asked, “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“No…no,” you said, despite the tightness crawling up your throat. Memories of one too many bad interactions with a cop stirring in your mind. “He seems…friendly.”

“I'm sure he’s a very friendly backwoods cop,” she said with a disbelieving snort. “Call me back when he’s gone, alright?”

“Yeah, I will,” you agreed, hearing the wooden steps creak outside. Ending the call after a quick goodbye, you waited until you heard two knocks echoing against the front door.

The cop was handsome. Older and overweight, sure, but undeniably handsome. His eyes must have been the cause of the overcast sky, the cerulean stolen by irises far too enchanting to belong to some small town cop. “Sorry to bother you, ma’am,” he said, tipping his hat. “The Reverend mentioned you got into town yesterday and I wanted to come by and pay my condolences.”

Reverend John hadn't mentioned anything about that to you. “Oh, thank you, um?”

“Sheriff Bodecker.” He held out his hand, one you were surprised to find freezing cold. “But a pretty thing like you can call me Lee.”

"Right, thank you, Lee."

"Your grandfather was a good man. Never caused no trouble, kept to himself." His playful smirk felt at odds with a man paying his respects for the departed. "Real shame he was all alone when it happened." 

You pulled your hand back from his, his handshake far too long and words far too harsh for his honeyed voice. "We'd been trying to get him to go to a nursing home closer to us," you rush out defensively. You had been trying to convince him. No one else in the family seemed to care that Grandpa had been getting to the age where he had trouble taking care of himself. By the state of the house, it had gotten worse since Dad had been around the year before. Or, more likely, Dad hadn't wanted to spend the money to get him the help he needed and downplayed how bad it was.

"Those old folks' homes are so impersonal. Like living at the hospital.” He adjusted his belt, eyeing you up in a way that made you pull your cardigan closed. “Though if the nurses were as pretty as you, suppose it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Right…” The interaction had taken a nosedive. Why were men such men? “Well, thanks for, um, stopping by. Appreciate it. But I’ve really gotta start getting this place sorted. There's a lot of stuff to do to go through."

He licked his lips. “You know if you need another pair of hands, I'm more than happy to help. A girl like you shouldn't have to do any heavy lifting.”

The cold fast food that had served as a poor replacement of breakfast bubbled unhappily in your stomach. Handsome as he may be, something felt off. Not quite right. “I'll keep that in mind,” you lied, grabbing the edge of the door, “but I’m just going through things for now.”

“Well, if you need anything at all, you can always give the Reverend a call. He'll get back to me faster than any dispatch I've seen..”

“Of course." The door already half-way shut before you called out, "Have a good day, sheriff.”

“You too ma’am,” he said, stepping back and tipping his hat again. "I look forward to seeing you again."

You stood at the door unmoving as you listened to his slow, retreating footsteps that crunched through the gravel. You waited for some sound of a creaking metal door. To hear an old engine roar to life. Tires against the rocks. Minutes passed and nothing. 

But when you peaked through the window, he was gone.

Dark!All Taglist: @bamboozledflamplant @my-current-fandom-is @squishytomatoes @theresa-b

[avalovesfolkpunk]

CAN I PLZ RANT ABT HOW TOUCH-TONE TELEPHONE IS SO FYOZAI CODED, GUY HEAR ME OUT PLEASE.

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand the meaning of this

LIKE DAZAI IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SLIGHTLY CURE FYODORS BOREDOM. THEY BITH HAVE RIDICULOUS INTELLIGENCE TO THE POINT ONLY THEY CAN TRULY KNOW THE OTHERS MOTIVES.

And like you, I'm a genius before my time

Disbelieving, that's the real crime

Pretty soon, they'll discover me

GENIUS BEFORE MY TIME?? I KNOW SOUKOKU IS ONE SOUL IN TWO BODIES, BUT FYOZAI IS PRACTICALLY ONE BRAIN IN TWO BODIES. “THEYLL DISCOVER ME” FYODORS ABILITY, HIS TRUE PAST, HIS MOTIVES?? ITS LIKELY WE WOULDNT HAVE HAD ANY OF THIS REVEALED WITHOUT DAZAI, CHUUYA, AND SIGMA. (NIKOLAI TOO OFC.)

IM SORRY GUYS I DONT HAVE ANYONE TO RANT TO ABOUT THIS

[glistennglimmer]

I think it's time for you to know the awful truth Mm, the truth about me, and the truth about you 'Cause you're a brand-new species Big cat (oh-oh), space Nazis, Robert Stack (oh, oh) God-damn it, gonna snap, Leonard Nimoy (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Call me back (call me back)

I try to call you every day I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

'Cause I'm the right one On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone I'm the only one On your AM, AM radio

Oh, I'm crying now, authentic tears They flow out of me when I think about you 'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand 'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand the meaning of this Oh my god I try, and I try, and I try to make you listen to me

I try to call you every day I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

'Cause I'm the right one On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone I'm the only one (hey) On your AM, AM radio

Don't hang up yet, I'm not done I'm an expert, I'm the one The one who was right all along Better to be laughed at than wrong

I'm an expert in my field UFOlogy, yes, it's all real Ancient aliens, it's all true I'm an expert just like you

And like you, I'm a genius before my time Disbelieving, that's the real crime Pretty soon, they'll discover me In the Super-Sargasso Sea

I try to call you every day What can I say when the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out (now)

'Cause I'm the right one (now) on my touch-tone telephone (now) On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone I'm the only one on your AM radio (On your AM, AM radio)

“...Okay, what the fuck is this??”

[spirit-phone-daily]

Touch-Tone Telephone

“ Disbelieving, that's the real crime ”

Lyric 38/48

Song 2/14

[cannabisbutch]

As someone who was very under weight as a kid and am now considered overweight, I can say that while there is stigma, fatphoba is worse and even hurts those who are underweight, getting laughed off for worrying about losing weight for no reason cus I'm "lucky". Family making jokes that I'm anorexic, it sucked ass. But the hate I face now that I'm chubby is worse, it's constant from meda. People made fun of me for being skinny yes, but it feels like being fat is a crime. It's unacceptable

yea, being skinny shamed can absolutely be a form of bullying, but its different than oppression!

you will never lose your job for being skinny

you will never be screamed at on the street to go home because you're too fat and ugly to be in public

you will never be disbelieved about your eating habits/exercise amounts for being skinny

you will never be told you are disgusting and lazy because you are skinny

and thats just a few examples of real things that happen to fat ppl (and all but the job one have happened to me)

[hannigramislife]

#1 scene from my Random Mdzs Fanfiction:

Prompt: What if 3zun reincarnated in modern au?

Added touch: What if I make it a mafia au? What if Jin Guangyao always remembered the past, while Lan Xichen didn't remember yet? What if Nie Mingjue only remembered after his father died and he took over the family business aka organized crime mafia? Oh, and Lan Xichen is a lawyer, childhood best friend of Nie Mingjue who had no idea what he was up to?

Scene: Jin Guangyao gets involved into this mafia world, not knowing either Nmj or Lxc in this life.

"This is not real." Jin Guangyao was, for once, completely shocked. "There is no way...you-"

"And here I thought you came to see me." Nie Mingjue, arguably the most morally strict person he'd known in both lifetimes, apparent crime boss of one of the largest gangs of the country, smirked at Jin Guangyao. He wore simple black suit pants, and a white buttoned up shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal tattoos slithering over his forearms. His hair was long as Jin Guangyao remembered, and he felt a pang in his chest seeing them put in the same Nie braids as back then.

He remembered. There was no other explanation. Jin Guangyao let out a disbelieving laugh- he was being delivered to the man he'd killed and dismembered in his past life, like a perfectly wrapped gift of revenge. What an insane situation.

"This has to be some sort of karma," he said quietly, looking Nie Mingjue in the eye. "This doesn't seem like your usual scene, gang leader." Sect leader, is what he meant with the slow drawl of the title.

Nie Mingjue looked him up and down, his gaze burning and as intense as it had always been.

"Isn't it?" Nie Mingjue said, tilting his head in mock thought. "It feels quite familiar. A powerful leader holding a nobody's fate in his hands. Haven't we been here before?"

Jin Guangyao felt the words hit like a punch in the face. Those were not words his Nie Mingjue would have said. The sect leader he knew was brash and blunt, but also with a stubborn sense of fairness and justice. Much as Jin Guangyao was loathe to admit, Nie Mingjue was one of those powerful people that didn't seem to lord it over others. It was his warrior strength that Nie Mingjue had prided himself in, not his status.

This Nie Mingjue, clearly, knew power better.

[positivelybeastly]

REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE .

In no particular order . . .

Touch-Tone Telephone, by Lemon Demon.

And like you, I'm a genius before my time Disbelieving, that's the real crime Pretty soon, they'll discover me In the Super-Sargasso Sea I try to call you every day What can I say when the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out (now)

Dust and Ashes, by Josh Groban.

Is this how I die? Was there ever any other way my life could be? Is this how I die? Such a slough of feelings inside of me But then why am I screaming? Why am I shaking? Oh god, was there something that I missed? Did I squander my divinity? Was happiness within me the whole time?

Dead Man's Party, by Oingo Boingo.

I got my best suit and my tie Shiny silver dollar on either eye I hear the chauffeur comin' to my door Says there's room for maybe just one more I was struck by lighting, walkin' down the street I was hit by something last night in my sleep It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door Leave your body and soul at the door

Dr. Wanna Do, by Caro Emerald.

I sat down and I waited Til I heard my name get called It's like I'm at races And I think I won them all He asked me to step forward First I caught my breath, and ran For endless observation In the hands of Superman

What This World Is Coming to, by Nate Ruess ft. Beck.

So let's get high in the moonlight Even the stars go right over our head I know I'm gonna shine here in the afterlife Leaving the fight for peace of mind instead You know that I can't stop thinkin' bout you You're the source of everything I do You brought faith to songs I sing, so I went and bought a diamond ring I wanna spend each night here with you

Paper Rings, by Taylor Swift.

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue Which takes me back To the color that we painted your brother's wall Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night (Oh) Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life (One, two, one two three four)

Tagged by: @revenantinflames (Thank you!)

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

Honestly, these give me such different energies and correlate to entirely different Hanks and different time periods:

Dust and Ashes has me RIGHT in Morrisonian body angst and depression.

What This World Is Coming To has me in what I'm starting to call the 'animal with no natural habitat' aspect of Hank's feeling of never belonging and need to find solace in others.

Paper Rings is his hopeless romanticism and boundless energy.

Dr. Wanna Do is his sexuality and his confidence.

Dead Man's Party is his eccentricity and moroseness and fascination with the unknown.

And Touch-Tone Telephone is . . . well. All of it, actually.

[lodger-art]

🎵 I'm an expert in my field

UFOlogy, yes, it's all real

Ancient aliens, it's all true

I'm an expert just like you

And like you, I'm a genius before my time

Disbelieving, that's the real crime

Pretty soon, they'll discover me

In the Super-Sargasso Sea! 🎵