#LIKE MURDERERS AND GHOSTS AND CANCER ON YOUR SKIN!! AND NOT YOUR SOUL AND WHAT HE MIGHT DO WITH IT!!!!

[basiltonpitch]

i need noah kahan to release this song before i do something soooo drastic

[mydeadgaywizards]

“Come with me, Reg. Please?” Sirius knows Regulus’ answer, but asks again anyways.

I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich

Regulus sighs and shakes his head. “You know I can’t.”

I hope you’re scared of all the ordinary shit

Tears leaking out of his eyes, Sirius pulls his brother into a hug. “Stay safe. You know where to find me if you ever need me.”

Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin

Regulus nods, and Sirius gives him one last glance over before picking up his bags and slipping out the front door.

And not your soul and what He might do with it

It’s not until Sirius is long gone and Regulus is alone in his room that he finally lets the tears fall.

[houseminyard]

jean i hope you settle down i hope you marry rich i hope you’re scared of all the ordinary shit like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin and not your soul and what he might do with it moreau

[rainkays]

i hope you settle down,

i hope you marry rich.

i hope you’re scared of all the ordinary shit.

like murderers, and ghosts,

and cancer on your skin.

and not your soul,

and what he might do with it.

[stereotypicalswiftie]

The Great divide by noah kahan (unreleased)

A message from Remus to Mary when she decided to obliviate herself rather live through the pain of all they had lost.

I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich

I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit

Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin

And not your soul and what He might do with it

Did you wish that I could know?

You'd fade

To some place

I wasn't brave enough to go

[christmassavestheyear]

i hope youre scared of only ordinary shit!!!!!!!!! like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin!!!!!!!! and not your soul and what he might do with it!!!!!!!!!!!

[saveyoursunshine]

i was listening to noah kahan's new (yet unreleased, i believe??) song and i couldnt help but think "wow, this is very much eddie/shannon coded"

We got cigarette burns on the same side of our hands, but we ain't friends / We're just morons who broke skin in the same spot and You know I think about you all the time / And my deep misunderstanding of your life / And how bad it must have been for you back then and I'm finally aware of how shitty and unfair / It was to stare ahead like everything was fine are all things i can picture eddie thinking (and saying to shannon, were she still alive) once he comes to terms with the reality of their relationship and their awfully amateur attempt at building a family based on (mostly) outside pressure to fill specific roles in society

I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich / I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit / Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin / And not your soul and what He might do with it and [...] the world is scared of hesitating things / Yeah, they only shoot the birds who cannot sing and I hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass / I hope you're with someone who isn't scared to ask / I hope that you're not losing sleep about what's next / Or about your soul and what He might do with it are all things i think (hope?) shannon would say to and wish for eddie, if they had had the chance to explore being friends (just friends, and co-parents) again, if she had had the chance to truly get to know eddie and make sense of the eddie she knew as kids with the eddie that's now 30-something and allowing himself to feel and question stuff and truly discover himself

as a side note: i do believe that -had shannon not died and actually gotten the chance to see that divorce through- their friendship could've been really good for eddie and his journey of healing and self-discovery. having the chance to talk through all his pain and guilt and regret with the one person who is at the center of (most of) it would really have eased him through it. it would not have been easy per se, but he would certainly not have been stuck in the what-ifs as he is right now. and i can't say for certain if shannon was ever in love with eddie, we don't have enough insight on her character for me to parse that, but the love was there, whatever form it may have had - and i do believe, despite everything, that she would've wanted him to be happy in his truth.

alas, she DID die, he is Going Through It™ and his closet is "a two way mirror" (as someone else has said), so i cope by doing character study with my favourite song lyrics

[ahurumustdie]

i can’t recall the last time that we talked about anything but looking out for cops we got cigarette burns on the same side of our hands but we ain’t friends we’re just morons who broke skin in the same spot but I’ve never seen you take a turn that wide and im high enough to care if i still die well i tried to read the thoughts that you’d worked overtime to stop you said fuck off and i said nothing for a while you know i think about you all the time and my deep misunderstanding of your life and how bad it must have been for you back then and how hard it was to keep it all inside I HOPE YOU SETTLE DOWN I HOPE YOU MARRY RICH I HOPE YOURE SCARED OF ONLY ORDINARY SHIT LIKE MURDERERS AND GHOSTS AND CANCER ON YOUR SKIN AND NOT YOUR SOUL AND WHAT HE MIGHT DO WITH IT you inched yourself across the great divide while we drove aimlessly along the twin state line i heard nothing but the bass in every ballad that you’d play while you swore to god the singer read your mind but the world is scared of hesitating things yeah they only shoot the birds who cannot sing and im finally aware of how shitty and unfair it was to stare ahead like everything was fine you know i think about you all the time and my deep misunderstanding of your life and how bad it must have been for you back then and how hard it was to keep it all inside I HOPE YOU SETTLE DOWN I HOPE YOU MARRY RICH I HOPE YOURE SCARED OF ONLY ORDINARY SHIT LIKE MURDERERS AND GHOSTS AND CANCER ON YOUR SKIN AND NOT YOUR SOUL AND WHAT HE MIGHT DO WITH IT rage in small ways did you wish that I could know you’d fade to some place I wasn’t brave enough to go…… I hope you settle down I hope you marry rich I hope you’re scared of only ordinary shit like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin and not your soul and what he might do with it……. i hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass…. i hope you’re with someone who isn’t scared to ask…. i hope you’re not losing sleep about what’s next…. or about your soul and what he might do with it….

[persephoneprice]

Since you're still thinking about it, open invitation to talk about Festus/Felix sad tragic love story?

why thank you abyssal 😌

i was listening to clips of noah kahan’s new song while half awake last night and i was unfortunately plagued by thoughts of my tragic gays.

i’m going to put all of this under the cut because…yeah i think most people probably are not that interested in a line-by-line breakdown of noah kahan’s new (and unreleased) song + sad gays.

okay, for those of you who are willing to entertain my nonsense! i see different parts of the song as different perspectives of the two boys.

festus creed

I can’t recall the last time that we talked

‘Bout anything but looking out for cops

We got cigarette burns on the same side of our hands, but we ain’t friends

We’re just morons who broke skin in the same spot

festus & felix has a long history together but by this point they’ve grown apart. in this moment (that i’ve completely made up and forced the lyrics to fit), they’re together after a long time of not speaking. i like to imagine that it’s sometime right before festus’s and persephone’s wedding.

But I’ve never seen you take a turn that wide

And I’m high enough to still care if I die

felix is reckless with his emotions and begging festus to change his mind- and festus is still too conscious of his image and family pressure to give in.

Well, I’ve tried to read the thoughts that you’d worked overtime to stop

You said, “fuck off”, and I said nothing for a while

festus doesn’t understand why felix is so upset about the situation. to him, it seems obvious that they can just continue their relationship privately. felix has a bad habit of spiraling and won’t let festus in.

You know I think about you all the time

And my deep misunderstanding of your life

And how bad it must have been for you back then

And how hard it was to keep it all inside

i think this is festus further in the future looking back after he’s learned some ravinstill secrets from being in snow’s inner circle. festus is realizing that he didn’t really understand what felix’s life was like or just how much he was willing to risk for festus.

felix ravinstill

I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich

I hope you’re scared of only ordinary shit

Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin

And not your soul and what He might do with it

this is felix after he and festus stopped seeing each other. festus is going to marry persephone and is working closely with snow, whose political career is looking promising. felix knows that snow plans to become president.

felix also knows just how dark being the president- and being close to the president- can be. he’s heard the hushed conversations of things that go on in the capitol and panem as a whole. and he hopes that since he can’t save festus from this path, he at least isn’t haunted by the political choices and actions made the way felix was.

You inched yourself across the great divide

While we drove aimlessly along the Twin State line

I heard nothing but the bass in every ballad that you’d play

While you swore to God the singer read your mind

this is when felix and festus are still together but festus is slowly pulling away. and felix isn’t understanding why festus is doing it because he’s only focused on what he believes festus to be feeling and not what festus is actually saying and doing.

But the world is scared of hesitating things

Yeah, they only shoot the birds who cannot sing

And I’m finally aware of how shitty and unfair

It was to stare ahead like everything was fine

felix is realizing how unfair it was to keep trying to push their relationship and pretend like everything is and would continue to be fine when festus was clearly struggling with all of it.

felix ravinstill

Rage

In small ways

Did you wish that I could know?

festus creed

You’d fade

To some place

I wasn’t brave enough to go

both festus and felix are reflecting of their relationship and where things went wrong. for felix, he is looking back and realizing all the signs that he had missed from festus. for festus, he is realizing just how much he was asking from felix in wanting to have his cake and eat it too.

felix ravinstill

I hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass

I hope you’re with someone who isn’t scared to ask

I hope you’re not losing sleep about what’s next

Or about about your soul and what He might do with it

felix is again thinking about where festus is heading in terms of his career and politics. he’s holding out hope that festus will do what felix always loved about him- fight back. he sees where snow is going and he hears rumors of gauls plans and he hopes that festus will use his position to fight back against it all and make panem better.

felix is hoping that snow won’t take festus and turn him into something twisted like he’s seen from his great-uncle’s associates in the past. basically, felix is hoping that festus holds onto his humanity and remains a good person.

[dialdrunk]

i hope you settle down!! i hope you marry rich 💸 i hope you're scared of all the ordinary shit!! like murderers 🔪 and ghosts 👻 and cancer on your skin!! and not your soul and what he might do with IT!!

[foreverfearlessred]

I just think when Noah Kahan said “I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich. I hope you’re scared of all the ordinary shit. Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin. And not your soul and what He might do with it.”

[orrsoared]

I need that unreleased Noah Kahan song to come out now because I finally feel mentally prepared enough for it. Y’know the one that’s like “I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich. I hope you’re scared of all the ordinary shit. Like murders and ghost and cancer on your skin and not your soul and what he might do with it.”

jk i’ll never be ready for this wtf noah

[magic-number-3]

I HOPE YOU SETTLE DOWN I HOPE YOU MARRY RICH I HOPE YOURE SCARED OF ALL THE ORDINARY SHIT LIKE MURDERS AND GHOSTS AND CANCER ON YOUR SKIN AND NOT YOUR SOUL AND WHAT HE MIGHT DO WITH IT (this song is making me feel insane)

NOT ME SCRAMBLING TO FIND THIS SONG WHERE IS IT LI WHERE IS IT 😭😭😭 IS IT JUST THE LITTLE 2 MIN TEASE?? I NEED IT NEOWWWWWW 😭😭😭

[dreamsarenot-enough]

I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin And not your soul and what he might do with it

I hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass I hope you're with someone who isn't scared to ask I hope that you're not losing sleep about what's next Or about your soul and what he might do with it

αυτοι οι στιχοι απο το τραγουδι που ειπες με τσακισαν και θυμιζουν το quote: I hope you get everything you’ve ever wanted and I hope I never hear a thing about it

στα πατωματα με εριξες…

I knoww right? Είναι λίγο στεναχωρο σαν νόημα αν το σκεφτείς αλλά kinda true μερικές φορές, μη πέφτεις στα πατώματα, όλα για κάποιο λόγο γίνονται❤️‍🩹

[puckrph]

‘ YOU’RE AWFUL, I LOVE YOU ’  SENTENCE STARTERS

feel free to change pronouns, etc!

LOVE ME DEAD

‘ love me cancerously. ’ ‘ kill me romantically. ’ ‘ you’re awful. i love you. ’ ‘ you know just how to hold me. ’ ‘ when your edges soften, your body is my coffin. ’ ‘ love me dead. ’ ‘ you’re an office park without any trees: corporate and cold, gushing for gold. ’ ‘ does the fun ever start? ’ ‘ how’s your new boy? does he know about me? ’ ‘ you’ve got the mark of the beast. ’ ‘ you’re born of a jackal. you’re beautiful. ’

DRUNKEN LAMENT

‘ self-loathing is quaint. ’ ‘ you’re gone and i’m lost. ’ ‘ you said “forever.” ‘ ‘ tell me, why can’t you stay? ’ ‘ i’d ride in your pocket all day, but i just don’t fit. ’ ‘ i’ve been drunk since saturday, without you, without restraint. ’ ‘ i’m starving for words that would ration my sadness away. ’ ‘ you were the mermaid for me, till one day you found your feet, leaving me in this god-awful bottle, a model of heartache and grief. ’

PLEASE

‘ take me over. ’ ‘ please save this for me. ’ ‘ i’ll come back for you, love, i promise to. ’ ‘ my love will burn, and my heart will stay. ’ ‘ i’ll be gone by first light, last chance, hold on tight until then. ’ ‘ i lie awake and memorize your face as you sleep next to me. ’ ‘ the road looms lonely, but i will not fail. ’

TOPEKA

‘ i found god in a catalytic converter in topeka on a monday night. ’ ‘ i taste blood every time i think of summer. ’ ‘ i’m waiting desperately to get out of town. ’ ‘ you’ve been known to obsess over the future. ’ ‘ do you think you’ll get away from the past? ’ ‘ consider what you might have found. ’ ‘ every saint has a past. every sinner has a future. ’ ‘ you know what keeps me hanging around. ’ ‘ from here on, you can count on all things going the way they must’ve from the start.  ’ ‘ all you feel is the current flowing through you and seizing your infected heart. ’

LAKE PONTCHARTRAIN

‘ rest your soul and feed your brain. ’ ‘ you’ll get to see everything the water can be. ’ ‘ the rain was coming down. ’ ‘ it was the kinda night that makes you think the whole world’s going to hell. ’ ‘ wade to where the shallows break. ’ ‘ the interstate was flooded. ’ ‘ bad move, in retrospect. ’ ‘ come back! ’ ‘ there were no bodies; i’ve got none to hide. ’

SUCH AS IT ENDS

‘ i’ve been losing sleep for days. ’ ‘ love, such as it ends, breaking the hearts that wouldn’t bend, closes the doors you used to listen through. ’ ‘ we’ll start again. ’ ‘ in the end, i’ll be with you. ’ ‘ you’ve been burning up for days. ’ ‘ you know they can’t all be saved. ’ ‘ i’ve been vacant for so long, but you were there. ’ ‘ you look so tired now. just please, love, let me take it on my shoulders. ’ ‘ we might make it home. ’

MUTINY BELOW

‘ put me in my proper place. ’ ‘ i’m not the one for you, but you’re here now. ’ ‘ can you come in? ’ ‘ you made me feel alive again. ’ ‘ you made me feel alive again. i wish we’d never met. ’ ‘ i finally let go and learned to live without you. ’ ‘ there were nights when i was sure your love was all i had. ’ ‘ we’ll work it out tomorrow. ’ ‘ let me go. ’

STREETLIGHTS

‘ when the streetlights come on, the pooling night is leveed aside and pressed in twilight against our two rooms. ’ ‘ i’ll see you tonight. ’ ‘ the pavement is aching, cicadas are crying, the wine-colored air is breathing thoughts through your hair, breezing to me, leading me there. ’ ‘ i come alive as the shadows parade. ’ ‘ my hot summer blood comes in floods and in waves. ’ ‘ i’m not longer afraid of what you’ll say. ’ ‘ streetlights will keep watch over me: they flicker like stars. ’ ‘ the secrets carefully kept inside run the streets red. ’ ‘ now, there are no words, only the glow in our wires. ’ ‘ our lips set the sun. ’ ‘ i’ll never leave you. ’

GO-GETTER GREG

‘ you must be new, i guess.  at least, you’re new to me. ’ ‘ i saw you unpacking your car so i said to myself “maybe i should help her out,” since we’re neighbors now, and all the other people here are elderly and probably a little stand-offish, and i’ve got nothing to do, and whatnot... by the way, i live in 207, my name is ______ . ’ ‘ i’m a go-getter guy with a gun on my hip. i’m just searching for that someone to be firing it. ’ ‘ i’ve narrowed down the field and i’m taking a glance, and i’ve say you’ve got a pretty good chance to be my girlfriend. ’ ‘ didn’t mean to sneak up on you there. ’ ‘ you could come over tonight, i’ll be watching cop dramas, smoking fatty-fatties. ’ ‘ i really think you could use a guy like me in your life, looking after you. ’ ‘ i’d never leave you along. ’

THE HORROR OF OUR LOVE

‘ i’m a killer. ’ ‘ i’ve murdered half the town, left you love notes on their headstones. i’ll fill the graveyards until i have you. ’ ‘ i can smell your softness. ’ ‘ love, i’d never hurt you. ’ ‘ oh, the horror of our love; there was never so much blood pulled through my veins. ’ ‘ i wake in terror. ‘ ‘ i’m your servant. ’ ‘ break my skin and drain me. ’ ‘ that ancient language spoken through fingers, the awful edges where you end and i begin. there’s catastrophe in everything i’m touching. ’ ‘ you’ll die like angels sing. ’ ‘ you’re a ghost, love. ’ ‘ you are a dream among the sharks: beautiful and terrifying. ’ ‘ we dance in dark suspension. ’ ‘ bury me in the ocean floor beneath you where they’ll never hear us scream. ’

SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM

‘ a man is many things; let’s count them all tonight. ’ ‘ there’s nothing catchy about the life of a saint. ’ ‘ if i scream about a good man’s life, would you ever stop and listen? ’ ‘ sing it sad and sweet. ’ ‘ say goodnight, goodbye, love: in the morning, you will see. ’ ‘ it’s breaking me down to tears. ’ ‘ i’d rip my eyes out for you. ’ ‘ i’ll pull you close. ’ ‘ it’s so dark tonight. ’ ‘ would it make you cry? ’ ‘ would you finally see that all your lives are moments? ’ ‘ all your words and closeness keep you here and human. ’ ‘ do you think they’ll ever care? ’

IN SPACE

‘ the moon is old, all dusty craters. ’ ‘ stretching in the morning light, no celestial body could compare to you. ’ ‘ all i think about is you and me and the atmosphere. ’ ‘ i can’t wait for gravity to bring you close to me. ’ ‘ i bet the leaves are changing there again. ’ ‘ i’m hurtling and pressurized; if only i could get a breath of you. ’ ‘ i hope this message finds you, and you won’t feel so alone, even if i never make it home. ’ ‘ your picture’s all i look at. ’ ‘ my place is with you. ’

[littledead-ridinghood]

For the fic ask game: fire, pain, hug

okay, I forget if the WIP thing is supposed to be an excerpt or just info on it or whatever. But I want to get my ideas out into the world and then be held accountable for writing them.

Fire:

He's always cold whenever the A/C rattles on in the background. Deep in his bones, past the muscles and tissues and fat; his marrow is packed with the icy chill leftover from running outside in the rain. It leaves this hollowing feeling in his biceps and thighs and ribs.

When it’s 30 degrees out, wind and rain whipping his windbreaker, he's not cold. He likes it. His skin and bones feel the same, and the hollow numbness of separation goes away.

He also likes lying in 80-degree heat like a cat on a lawn chair till his skin is ablaze with cancerous rays. His face and back will be a forest fire and it’s burning to the very roots of the woods temporarily killing the termites that are making their homes in the tree rings.

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This was just a little short snippet that I wrote on the verge of asleep (i.e. I was almost out and then *BAM* idea). I have no piece to shoehorn this into yet, but I imagine it's Ollie angsting about his time on the island and having to readjust to being part of "city life" again after years of isolation with only the forest to keep him company.

Pain:

Jason coughed like he was trying to gag up a lung. Bruce looked at him with terrified worry. Tim wanted to rub his back to help ease the pain but didn’t know who of the three of them would react the worst when his hand inevitably went through him. 

“Sorry,” his voice was ragged and small. “It’s the smoke. You know what they say about ghosts and killing blows."

He gave a soft laugh even though his eyes were a gray sort of sad; even though it wasn’t funny.

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I have...a lot of ghost!robin!Jason stuff. I'm a little obsessed with the idea of fragmented souls, and, well, it's a whole thing that I won't get into here. But the main interest pull is bby!Jason being trapped in that moment of murder as well as bby!Jason being So Sad with how the aftermath was handled because I need RESPITE and a little bit of fanon to carry on in life. VERY self-indulgent piece, and when I say that, I mean it. Way against the grain of my metas: pet names, tears, amicable relationships, but also it's my "rainy day" story where it's angsty, but not too complex in relationships because sometimes you just want everyone to get along for peace of mind. Basically a "rebonding of souls" fic. It's a metaphor or whatever.

Hug:

I don't have anything fully written for hug which is a little disconcerting but we're not gonna focus on that right now, but I do have a little hurt/comfort blurb.

Dick + Jay: it's a Joker's last laugh/Three Jokers mash-up (because even if the latter is...not good. Fabok's Jason is soooooo pretty and he should not have drawn Jason's retraumatization that beautiful so. What's that comic rule of thumb: you can read a bad arc with pretty art, but if the art is bad it kinda ruins the writing? ya, I'm a sucker 😔)

long story over-elaboration: Basically Dick walks in as they're beating him rather than Bruce and Barbara later and *kills**them*. Then it's just some nice "bringing your little brother back from gruesome psychological and physical torture dissociation" trope (a personal favorite of mine). Both going through their mental turmoils.

“Dickie, what’s wrong? Why am I bleeding?”

“You’re not bleeding.”

“Then you don’t have to be so worried. I’m okay.”

Dick let’s a hysterical choked laugh and rubs his hands over Jason’s face, clutching tightly at whatever he can hold. “You’re going to be okay. I promise. I’ll make sure of it”

(and then they hug sometime after that. I have this whole note added to the end of my storyline plot list that reads: "I hate how most of fandom plays the Last Laugh card because it’s usually written as a 'Ha! So There! You should be grateful, Jason!...'I just want to read something about JLL with some compassion, and not super guilt trippy." so that should give you some mindset over the story)

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What I'm "learning" about myself is that I write a lot of angst and also I've improved severely in my writing. Anyway, the very first one is gonna go squeezed into my night time daydream extended universe that I need to read about 50 more comic arcs before I ever begin dreaming about writing it. Soon. Soooooooon.