#Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Let down and hanging around

[physicallyherementallykissingmen]

for my wonderful husbands birthday I’m gonna gift him with the curse of knowing the song let down. By rodeohead.

[sexchangedotcom]

radiohead fans will say "this track is so underrated" and it will have ninety million streams on spotify

[bloodlacedbruise]

honestly? I like being a socially retarded schizoid.

[citruslullabies]

Trigger warnings: blood, gore, death, that whole shabang. ‼️PLEASE DO NOT ACTUALLY INTERACT IF YOU FIND THESE THINGS DISTURBING‼️

Romantic/platonic?: not really either, could be taken either way

Requested by: me! Because I forced an idea out of @bumblehoneybee

Category: HEAVY. ANGST.

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 704

Give a Dog a Bone

It all came down at once, with the four of you being ambushed and separated and Dogday being recaptured while the side of Poppy’s face shattered and who knows what happened to Kissy.

But he was so worried about what happened to you, last he saw you were knocked unconscious as he was being dragged away by force. He tried so desperately to get back to you but everything went black. Now here he was, restrained again like some poster and an example of heretics again. His wrists felt the familiar sting of belts, ones that were tighter than his previous ones were.

He still had his legs, but they lost feeling in them from being held up so high. He may as well not have them at this rate, the stitches slowly becoming undone anyway. His mind raced but the only thing on his mind was you, his angel. The canine wanted nothing more than to make sure you were okay and safe, but he couldn't do that restrained.

Heavy footsteps approached, ones that made the ground shake and Dogday growl. Those familiar steps used to horrify him but now they just infuriated him, his head hung low until he looked up at the feline with a chunk of his ear missing from the ambush. The only hit Dogday had managed to land. But his fury morphed into confusion when he saw something in Catnap’s mouth, something alive and still thrashing around. He glared at the feline as he approached.

Catnap's heavy paws came to a stop In Front of Dogday, hanging his head low and dropping whatever he had in his mouth to the floor. And to Dogday’s absolute horror; it was you. A bloody mess in tears. “Angel…?” He managed to choke out, trying to break from his restraints. You looked like a wreck, your left leg twisted in an unnatural way as the skin on your arms and chest was sliced open.

He wanted to save you like you had saved him before, cradle you and wipe the snot and tears off your face. But he couldn't, and that ate him from the inside out.

“D.. Dogday?” You choked out, trying to crawl towards him as you sobbed pitifully. The pain being all too much for you, you were down like a fighting dog in a ring. You gave it your all to survive and still you're wounded and down on your luck. Dogday wanted to respond, but a paw lifted his chin up and forced him to look at the disgusting feline Infront of him. He growled but Catnap stopped him before he could speak. He let out a heavy sigh, red gas barely escaping so Dogday can stay wide awake for this.

The feline slowly leaned in, holding the dog's head still so he could look him in the eyes. A leader being taken down once more after getting back up, the feeling was satisfying. “Look what you made me do, heretic.” He hissed out before forcing Dogday to look back at you.

Catnap lifted one large foot up, and Dogday’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen. “CATNAP, NO PLEASE!” He pleaded, trying to squirm away so he couldn't see. This had to be a nightmare, but he watched as Catnap’s foot came down agonizingly fast and the sound of your yells and your bones crunching. The canine could only stare, trembling as Catnap put more weight down which released the sigh of your organs and your blood spilling. Crushed like some bug.

He started sobbing. Shaking and violently sobbing as he was too frozen to try and fight his restraints anymore, his chest moving up and down in a ragged motion as he felt the oxygen leave his lungs. he watched Catnap move his foot off of you, blood and strings of your hair sticking to the bottom and he wanted to vomit at the sight of your unrecognizable body. Completely crushed and destroyed, Catnap lifting one of your broken ribs up and wedged it into Dogday’s mouth despite Dogday trying to squirm his head away.

Knick knack, patty wack. Give a dog a bone. Poor angel won't be going home.

Aggressively plays Shoots and Ladders by Korn

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Best 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You get a mouthful of grass as you struggle to wriggle free of the sheriff’s weight. Your arms strain, caught in the metal cuffs, as you grunt and kick your feet desperately. Helplessness coils around you, flurrying your nerves and rippling through your muscles. No matter how you fight, you know it’s a losing battle. 

It isn’t just the physical difference, but everything else. You’re just some aimless girl working at the hotel for minimum wage and he’s the sheriff. He has a badge behind every word he says. How easily had he convinced your parents of your alleged criminal leanings? 

“Sheriff, sir,” you puff as you turn your head and he pins your shoulders, forcing your cheek to the ground, “you don’t have to do this--” 

“Mm, don’t gotta do what?” He taunts as your shoulders ache beneath his grip. 

“Whatever you’re... thinking,” you rasp, “please, I’m sorry. For whatever I did,” your adrenaline quavers in your voice, “please, just let me go home.” You close your eyes and heave, “I want to go home.” 

He snickers and leans over you, rolling his pelvis against your ass until you yipe. You can feel him through his pants. That firmness wipes away every doubt and hope you had left. 

“You wanna know what I’m gonna do?” He snarls. 

You whimper, “please, no. Please, I didn’t do anything--” 

“Sure ya did,” he slides a hand over and fists a clump of hair, yanking your head up, “you got my attention.” 

“No, please,” you snivel as your eyes singe, “sir--” 

“You keep calling me sir,” he purrs, “it’s making my balls throb.” 

You can’t help the grimace that twists your face as you open your eyes. You peer down the ditch, the overgrown grass patched across the dirt. You dig your toes into the ground and try to push yourself forward. He snorts and pulls your head higher. 

“You keep wiggling around like that, and you’re really gonna get it,” he sneers as his other hand crawls down your back. “Don’t worry, girl, it won’t take long. Not with the way my dick’s hurtin’.” 

Your lips quivers and you heave in air. Why is this happening to you? Why can’t he just go bug Greta or anyone else? Why you? You’re a good girl, you mind your business, you never hurt anyone. 

You gulp down a sob, your body lurching with horror. You can’t suppress the next one. Your body wracks as you’re overtaken by futility. Your head hangs limp from his grasp as your tears spill over and drown in fear. He pets your back, hushing you as his thick fingers delve beneath your shirt. 

“Come on, kitten, y’ain’t gotta make it bad,” he coos, “ya know, isn’t how I wanted it to be neither.” 

He drags his hand down to grip the top of your jeans. You gnash your teeth as he pushes your head down into the dirt. You shudder as he lifts himself and rips your pants down your ass. Your underwear twist up under the denim and a tremor rolls through your body. 

“See, ya shaking for me, baby,” he growls and leans onto your skull as his shifts on his knees. 

You hear a wet noise, the suck of his mouth and he pushes two wet fingers along your ass. He delves between your cheeks and feels your puckered hole. You clench and spasm, crushed beneath his immovable weight. You whine. 

“Sheriff, sheriff,” you plead into the dirt, “sheriff, please. You can st--” 

He prods until his finger dips inside you, chafing against your tautness. You croak and another sob bubbles free. The burning is unlike anything you’ve felt before. He pushes further, to his knuckle, then the next, until he’s bottomed out. He wiggles his finger and you whimper. 

“See, I knew by the looks of ya, you had a nice ass,” he grits out, “thing is, I don’t wanna dirty ya, sweet little virgin like you. I'll leave ya pussy be.” He slips his finger out slowly, “for now.” 

He chuckles as he shoves his finger into you again. He thrusts in and out, your back arching as your ass squeezes around his intrusion. He groans and rolls his hips, simulation more in tandem with his hand. 

He puts a second finger to your hole and wiggles his hand, easing both inside. You holler and he pushes your head harder into the ground. He hisses for you to be quiet as he buries his fingers in to his knuckles. He rams his hand harder, jolting your body as he works his wrist steadily. 

“Fuck, kitten, the way you’re clinging to me. How long you been waiting for a man?” He snickers and once more shifts his weight over you. 

You twitch and babble as he slides his fingers free, leaving your hole fiery. He huffs and his hand moves down to your neck. Your bones strain under him as he leans on you and you hear a clink and the subtle whisper of metal teeth parting. The fabric of his pants slacken against your ass and he angles down over you. 

“Sheriff,” you squeal as his fingertips pinch your neck. “Please--” 

“Shhhhh,” he lays his torso against yours as he lines his tip up between your cheeks, “I told ya, I won’t be too long.” 

He rubs himself up and down, teasing your hole as it puckers, and nuzzles the back of your head. Your shoulders brace as you try to buck him off. You don’t do much more than spasm. He pushes against your ass and stretches you, a dull pain radiating through your tailbone. 

He rocks against your body’s resistance. He grunts as he pulls his hand back, wetting his fingers in his mouth and smearing his spit around your hole again. He presses his tip once more to your ring and dips his hips. He tears through your last defense. Just the head and you can’t help but shriek and flail your legs.  

You curl your fingers, your bound hands trapped beneath his stomach as he rocks his hips slowly, working his way deeper and deeper. You shudder and shout, weeping into the dirt as it sticks to your cheeks. Every inch spreads the pain, hips, tailbone, legs, spine. He flattens you in the ditch as he scrapes in and out with long strokes. 

“Mm, you hugging on me so good, kitten,” her snarls and nips at your ear, “how about... after...” he puffs as his motion builds to a rut, “I take you for a cone, huh? For being such a good girl.” 

[cosmicjoke]

Untitled

Levi stares up into the craggy, receding blackness above, sees the hanging stalactites, and imagines one of them breaking free, crashing down onto his head and crushing him to death.

He’s seen it happen.  Seen it lots.

Wasn’t nothin’ left, after you got hit by one ‘a those.  Just mush and blood.

He thinks about it happening, and guesses it’d be better than this.

He hasn’t eaten in eight days.

It’s winter.  He knows.  From the cold air seepin’ down through the cracks in the rock, the flutter ‘a white powder and frigid wind which aches him down to his bones.  Knows from the faded light.  The small bits which break through them cracks, just a weak bleed of ‘em now, pale and fragile.

Winter meant no crops.  No growin’ food above meant no food below.  None.

All the merchants’ve closed up shop and left for the surface, and it’s just rats down here.  Rats and bugs and not much else.

Levi wraps his arms around himself, feels the press ‘a his ribs against his arms, and the pain in his stomach takes his breath. 

He don’t find somethin’ to eat soon, he knows, he’s gonna’ kick it.  He’ll be dead.

He stares up at the black above, and the rank and damp air around him feels like a wet cloth over his face.  Feels like drownin’.  He knows what drownin’ feels like.  Kenny’d held him under, sometimes.  Put his head in a barrel ‘a water and kept him pressed there ‘till his useless strugglin’ would stop.  So he knows. 

Kenny’s been gone three years.

Levi pushes himself up from where he’s slid down, wastin’ away in his own filth and despair.  He clings for a moment to the side of the building, head rushin’ bad.  Squeezes his eyes shut and waits for it to pass.

His legs are weak beneath him.

Gotta’ find somethin’ to eat, or he was gonna’ kick it, sure.

He staggers forward, away from the building, out into the open streets.

Ain’t nobody around.

Too smart for that, he figures.  Holed up where they could find, dependin’ on their stash to make ‘em through the dead months. 

Levi ain’t been smart. 

The despair’s got him.  It’s got him for weeks now.  Weeks and weeks.  Couldn’t think right when the despair came.  Couldn’t plan, couldn’t act. 

Just sat there and let it wash over him.  Stopped tryin’ to live.  ‘Till winter come, and now he ain’t got no place.  No stash. 

Quiet and black.  There’s a dead body lyin’ there in the narrow road between houses.  Rotten stench fills Levi’s nose and he turns away, wretches hard enough to put him back on his knees.

It’s so cold, but he’s sweated through his shirt, sticky, tacky against his skin, makin’ the cold worse.  Can’t stand it.  Can’t stand the feel. 

He reaches up and pulls it off over his head, drops it on the ground and gets back to his feet.

Arms around himself and his ribs against his arms.

He feels the bare, rough stone against his naked feet, and remembers.

Someone’d stoled his shoes the other day. 

He’d been deep asleep, somehow.  Guesses maybe the hunger’d made him pass out.  Someone’d stoled his shoes, right off his feet, and he hadn’t felt nothin’.  Only realized when he’d woke, and they was gone.

Wasn’t no good, havin’ no shoes.  Feet got all cut up on the rough stone of this place.  Disease could set in.

He barely feels it, though, staggering forward.  Rough feet for rough stone. 

Gotta’ find somethin’ to eat.  Gotta’ get up outta’ this cold.

He looks through the gutters.  Digs with raw fingers through piles ‘a trash and waste.

Finds an apple. 

It’s half-rotted.  Got maggots all over it.

Levi drops it when he sees, turns away, wretches.  Ain’t nothin’ to come up, though.

He presses his wrist against his mouth, sucks air in through his nose.

He squeezes his eyes shut.

Gotta’ eat somethin’.

He finds the apple again, wipes the maggots off.

Keeps his eyes squeezed shut as he brings it to his lips.

It’s rotten through, mush in his mouth as he bites into it, bitter, sick taste against his tongue.

He chokes it down, and his stomach roils, pinching and squeezing, and then bile’s comin’ up outta’ his guts, and he’s pukin’, a dribble of vomit past the corners of his mouth.

He drops what’s left ‘a the apple and wraps his arms around his belly, his forehead sinking to the stone beneath his knees.  He groans, low and weak.

Shouldn’t ‘a eaten that. 

Didn’t know what else to do.

Warm tears slip from the corners ‘a his eyes, but that’s all.  Doesn’t cry.  Not really. 

Just hurts so much.

Sits there a while.

It’s quiet, down here in the dark, now.  Quite enough, he hears the ragged sound ‘a his own breath, heavy in his ears.  Hears the rats scurryin’, scratchin’ inside the walls and pipes and tunnels.

Gotta’ keep lookin’, somehow.  Gott’a find somethin’…

Gets back to his feet.

Looks up at the ceiling. 

Dark up there.  Dark, black rock, pressin’ down on him.  On all of ‘em.

Ain’t no light, down here in this place. 

There’s tunnels beneath, he knows.  Deeper caverns and caves which snake their way for miles down below these streets.  Pitch, down there.  Where even the weak bleed ‘a the sun which struggles through the cracks don’t reach.

He could go there, he thinks.  Burrow down into the earth, deeper and deeper still, ‘till it’s nothin’ but blackness all around.

Wouldn’t have to worry about none of it, then. 

Could just… let the earth close in around him.  No more dead bodies.  No more starvin’.  No more lookin’ up at that black ceilin’ and imagining a sky beyond.

No more havin’ to live…

He shuffles forward, and holds himself, faced ducked against the frigid air.

Just him out here.

Always just him.

Maybe he’ll crawl down into those tunnels tomorrow. 

If he can’t find nothin’ to eat by then…

Gotta’ be somethin’, though.  Somewhere.

He’ll keep checkin’ the gutters.  Maybe he’ll get lucky.

If not…

He thinks about them tunnels.

‘Least then it’d be a choice.

‘Least then, he’d get to have some say.

That’d be more than he ever got, dreamin’ of the sky and seein’ only darkness above.

[arthurmorganson]

“i’m a top” “i’m a bottom” well i’m let down and hanging around crushed like a bug in the ground

[sungnxxn]

ENHYPEN as..

RADIOHEAD songs + lyrics !!

희승 Heeseung

The Bends - The Bends - 1995

I need to wash myself again To hide all the dirt and pain 'Cause I'd be scared That there's nothing underneath And who are my real friends? Have they all got the bends? Am I really sinking this low?

제이 Jay

Street Spirit (Fade Out) - The Bends - 1995

Cracked eggs, dead birds Scream as they fight for life I can feel death, can see its beady eyes All these things into position All these things we'll one day swallow whole

And fade out again And fade out again

Immerse your soul in love Immerse your soul in love

제이크 Jake

Jigsaw Falling Into Place - In Rainbows - 2007

Before you run away from me Before you're lost between the notes The beat goes round and round The beat goes round and round I never really got there I just pretended that I had Words are blunt instruments Words are sawed-off shotguns

성훈 Sunghoon

Let Down - OK Computer - 1997

The emptiest of feelings Disappointed people Clinging onto bottles And when it comes it's so so disappointing

Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Let down and hanging around

선우 Sunoo

Climbing Up the Walls - OK Computer - 1997

It's always best when the covers up I am the pick in the ice Do not cry out or hit the alarm You know we're friends till we die

And either way you turn I'll be there Open up your skull I'll be there Climbing up the walls

정원 Jungwon

Optimistic - KID A - 2000

This one's optimistic This one went to market This one just came out of the swamp

This one drops a playload Fodder for the animals Living on animal farm

You can try the best you can You can try the best you can

The best you can is good enough

I'd really like to help you, man I'd really like to help you, man

니키 Ni-Ki

Idioteque - KID A - 2000

Who's in a bunker? Who's in a bunker? I have seen too much I haven't seen enough, you haven't seen it I'll laugh until my head comes off Women and children first

And children first, and children

We're not scaremongering This is really happening, happening We're not scaremongering This is really happening, happening Mobiles skwerking, mobiles chirping Take the money and run Take our money and run, take our money

A/N: Well,, I had this in my mind for the past few months soo why not,, also I think it would not hurt to do something like that but ENHYPEN as other artists' songs etc.,, something like a series?? If that makes sense,, if you would like to see that, please write down below your suggestions !!

[wormdebut]

LET DOWN AND HANGING AROUND (CRUSHED LIKE A BUG IN THE GROUND)

Ahoy! This is my first VERY LATE ficlet for @corrodedcoffinfest ! My absolute bad for being so late, but BOY am I HAPPY TO BE HERE!

Warm Up Prompt One: Taxed. Word Count: 1000 (scrivener says 1000 Wordcounter says 979. IDK Man, it’s within limit), Rating: T, Pairing: None, CW: Swears, Smoking, Angst Tags: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak

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October 1987

They've been at this for fucking years. Eddie feels like a fucking girl scout.

'Well hello there Mr. Music Man, would you like to buy a box of shitty garage band metal?'

Except they weren't fucking shitty. All of the guys had been working their assess off, writing, playing shows, shitty gig after shitty gig after shitty gig.

But they haven't managed anything. Nothing, zilch, nada.

They had a small crowd showing up at the Hideout, and the owner, Benny, started letting them play not only their usual Tuesday but because Eddie had been helping him with placehe was letting them play Saturday nights now too, which was great because while he appreciates the likes of his uncle and Wayne's best friends on Tuesdays, there were almost twenty people every Saturday night and that was something.

They also had a standing gig at a bar in Indianapolis at least once a month, lately they've been playing The Barrel every other week and Eddie thought--he thought--that that would get them somewhere.

The guys were fucking exhausted but Eddie kept pushing because they could do this. Corroded Coffin was great. They were great and somebody was going to see that…right?

Eddie saw what they had. He did. But the guys--

"C'mon Ed, we can't keep sneaking Gareth into bars forever. I think we need to--maybe consider other options or--" Jeff rambles. They were supposed to be practicing but Jeff Williams had to swoop inwith his stupid common sense bullshit. Jeff motherfucking Williams is one of the best guitarists Eddie has ever had to the privilege of listening to, but Jeff wants to go college like a real boy!

Gareth cuts him off, "It's just the two bars man, and I have a fake, if I need it anyw--"

Would you look at that, it's time for Freddy to cut in. "Yeah, but you're three feet tall and have the face of a newborn child."

Gareth shoves at Freddy's chest. "Oh fuck off, man. At least I'm not a virgin!" He yelps and great. This is great.

Now the band is fighting, again, because Jeff wants to go to College, Goodie is a Virgin, and Gareth is short.

Eddie just want to play music.

If they all want to yell, Eddie can yell louder. "See. Do you see what happens when you start talking about 'other options' Jeff? Chaos--and not the fun kind!"

"See, Eddie--this is the fucking problem with you. All you care about is your music, your dream, It's all about you!"

Jeff is yelling at Eddie, Gareth and Freak are rough housing, how did this even happen. All Eddie wants is to do something. Be something. He believes in this, in Jeff, and Freddy and Gareth, in the band.

And he gets that everyone is taxed, tired. Eddie is fucking exhausted. Gareth is trying to not fail his senior year. He gets it, he does, but-- "You know what, Jeff?" His voice breaks, and isn't that fucking humiliating? "Some of us, don't have college as an option. Did you ever consider that?"

Eddie leans over and grabs his cigarettes from the table, before shoulder checking Jeff as he leaves.

——

What’s the fucking point? Eddie puts everything into lyrics that people probably don't even know, all of them spend hours writing and harmonizing, making sure chords make sense, just for everything to be a pipe dream. They haven't taken a break for anything. It's either work or school or Coffin Shit. They haven't played D&D in months. They've just been doing this.

But it's all Eddie has. How the hell was he ever going to get out of shitty ass Hawkins, if it wasn't this way? He didn't exactly ace his finals--even the third time around. Honestly? He's pretty sure they just let him pass, to get him the fuck out of there.

He lights up what feels like his eighth cigarette--it's not, it's his second--and stares out to the empty street. They use Gareth's garage to practice…for being as straight laced as she is, Ms. Emerson sure does believe in the band.

Dottie Emerson and Eddie. God dammit, maybe Jeff is right.

He should go back, he should go back and apologize, and let this go. He has the job at the Hideout, he can save and maybe move to Indy--play an acoustic at some bars or…something.

God, he's just so tired of this shit.

He finishes his cigarette, and tries to breathe. Breathe in--hold--breathe out--he doesn't realizes Jeff until he taps his shoulder.

"Hey." Jeff says, quiet. Eddie, just nods, grabs his pack and offers a cancer-filled olive branch. Jeff takes it.

Eddie doesn't say anything. Doesn't want to, doesn't know what he should say.

So Jeff does. "I'm sorry, Ed. I didn't mean to make you upset. I'm just fucking tired man, we all are and I do want this, I do, but it's fucking scary." Eddie turns, watches Jeff blow out smoke. "I got accepted to IU, did you know that?"

Eddie blinks. He did not know that. "No, you hadn't mentioned it."

Jeff turns to look at him, "I didn't want this to happen."

Eddie closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath. In--hold--out. "You should go." He forces a smile, watches as Jeff's eyes shine for a moment--no wonder he had that silly crush on him his second senior year, but it was only for like a week, leave it alone--before he srunches his face up, Eddie can't help but laugh. Jeff always does that, when he's stressed. It makes him look like a rabbit.

Jeff goes to speak, but Eddie cuts him off. "Let's do this Halloween show, it'll be our going away gift to our tens of adoring fans."

Jeff laughs at that, nods, and pulls Eddie into a hug.

Everything will be fine, with or without Corroded Coffin.

[ackermancurse]

You 🤝 Me

Being new to AoT fandom lol

Also #45 of prompt list for Jean please, thank you! 😙

Modern Jean x Reader

“Can you please stop chewing so loudly, Connie? I can hear you all the way from here,” you shout to your twin brother.

Connie rolls his eyes, “You’re so annoying. I wasn’t even chewing that loudly.”

You continue to type on your laptop. Finishing up the essay you’re working on.

“Well I’m gonna go shower. I’m going out tonight so don’t wait for me to come home tonight. Probably won’t be back till morning,” Connie says while he places his dirty dish in the sink.

Connie walks to his bedroom and shuts the door. You hear the shower kick on and sigh. Finally some peace and quiet.

The peace and quiet you just had is short lived when a loud series of knocks at the front door of yours and Connie’s shared apartment cause you to jump.

“Springer!!! Hurry up and let us in!!” You let out an annoyed sigh.

You march over to the front door to see who could possibly be making all this noise, “There better be a good reason why someone is pounding on my door.”

You open it to see Armin, Eren, and Jean standing at the door with big smiles while laughing.

You give the boys a hug, “Connie didn’t tell me you guys were coming over. You guys going out tonight?” You open the door wide to let the three boys in.

“Yeah, gonna hit a few bars. Maybe hit a club,” Eren says and gives you a side hug.

“Connie wanted to go out. He said you were busy doing schoolwork and was getting a bit annoyed with you,” Armin responds with a grin.

You roll your eyes and that’s when you finally lock eyes with Jean.

You’ve always had a thing for Jean. He has always been your partner in school for projects, always picked you first for sports, sat next to you to talk, and just has always been there for you since the day him and Connie became best friends.

Jean looks older now. His once dark hair now a light ashy brown. His hair is slicked back and is longer than you’re used to. But it looks good. By the looks of it he’s growing out a beard because he has some scruff on his chin.

“Hi Jean,” you say with a small smile.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” he asks before giving you a full front hug. He lifts you up like he always does while you hang on.

You giggle, “Always better when you’re around.”

He smells like expensive cologne. The kind that would make you turn your head if you walk past him in a crowd. Jean places you back down in the ground and you look up at him.

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” you say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

Connie walks out of his bedroom fully dressed and ready to go out, “Soooo should we take a pregame shot here before we head out?”

Jean looks at you and leans over to whisper, “If I’m being honest I don’t really wanna go out but I’m going just because he’s my best friend.”

You let out a giggle, “Trust me I wouldn’t want to go out drinking with him either. Remember when me and him turned 21 he got absolutely shit-faced. He kept volunteering to sing for karaoke.”

Jean lets out a hearty laugh and Connie turns to face the two of you, “Jean! Sorry, is my annoying sister bugging you??” Connie shoots you a glare practically telling you to beat it.

“Never, Connie. She’s nothing like you in the best way possible,” Jean retorts and shoots you a small grin.

You feel yourself get hot in the face. Connie knew of your crush on Jean so he always tries to keep you away.

Connie rolls his eyes, “Ew gross don’t flirt with my sister, dude. At least not in front of me. There’s a reason I try to keep you apart.”

It was Jean’s turn to get red in the face. Apparently Connie always knew you two would hit it off and didn’t want to see his friend and sister flirt.

“Con, how could you even keep your sister and me apart? I mean we grew up down the street from one another,” Jean questions as Connie opens a kitchen cabinet and grabs 3 shot glasses.

“She’s my sister and I know how you get. I know she’s exactly what you go for dude,” Connie explains and grabs a bottle of tequila from a different cabinet and begins pouring shots.

Jean looks at you wide eyed.

“Let’s just take this shot and head out alright?” Eren suggests as he grabs a shot glass.

Connie, Armin, and Jean grab their shot glasses and lift them high in the air, “To getting laid,” Connie toasts.

“To getting laid,” the boys respond in unison. Jean makes eye contact with you as he responds and proceeds to take a shot.

All the boys make faces as the liquor burns their chests.

Jean walks over to you, “Hey do you wanna join us? It would be cool if we can hang out, you know?”

Connie gasps, “Um dude?”

“It’s your fault for always keeping us apart so now face your consequences,” Jean confidently remarks.

“Well good luck she’s not gonna wanna go out. She never does,” Connie says and pours himself another shot.

You watch as Connie begins to take his second shot, “You know what… I’d love to join Jean. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Connie chokes on the shot as he hears you, “Really??! You never want to go out when I ask.”

“Yeah well you’re not a cute boy who wants me to join,” you quickly respond back and feel the heat rush back into your face. You look at Jean who has a small grin on his face and he runs his fingers through his long locks.

“Whatever. Well, I don’t want to wait for you so me, Armin, Eren, and Jean are gonna get an Uber from here. I’ll text you where we’re going,” Connie explains and grabs his wallet from the kitchen counter.

Jean quickly looks at you, “Actually I’ll stay. Make sure she gets to the bar safely ya know? I’ll order us an Uber.”

Armin and Eren share a look at each other and snicker, “Alright we’ll see you guys there. Don’t take too long you two,” Armin calls out as Eren helps him push Connie out the front door before you yells at Jean.

The sound of the front door closing echoes throughout your apartment. Now you stand in front of Jean, just the two of you.

“So uh I will um take a rinse off in the shower really quick and change,” you say and look down at your feet. “Feel free to sit at the couch and help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen.”

Jean nods and sits on the beige couch in your living room and you walk into your bedroom.

—

You exit your bedroom dressed in your best outfit for a night out while holding a necklace in hand, “Do you mind?” You ask while lifting the necklace.

“Not at all,” Jean replies and takes the necklace from your hand gently.

You face away from Jean and lift your hair while his big calloused hands meet at the front of your body. He carefully clasps the necklace together and you turn to face him. You get a more in-depth smell of his cologne. It smells clean with a hint of spice. It reminds you of a fall morning. You look into his hazel eyes and notice the golden flakes that glow perfectly when the light touches them.

“T-The Uber is here,” Jean stutters at the sound of a notification from his phone.

—

You and Jean finally meet up with the boys at the bar and you feel the urge to grab a drink.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” you lean over to Armin and yell over the loud music.

Armin nods and continues talking with Eren.

You approach the bar and flag down a bartender, “One Lemon Drop Martini please.”

You feel a presence stand next to you, “Now what’s a pretty girl like yourself doing buying her own drink?” A tall man with a full beard and dark brown eyes asks. His cologne smells cheap and his breath wreaks of booze. You’re probably not the only girl he has tried to hit on all night.

The bartender returns and places the glass on the counter, “$9.50”

You kid and begin pulling out your wallet from your purse when the man from earlier puts his hand out, “I-I got it,” He hiccups. He slams his card on the counter and the bartender quickly takes it.

“Thank you,” you quietly mutter.

The bartender returns with the man’s card and continues working his ear down the bar. “You’re welcome. Y’know you can thank me by talking w-with me. Maybe having a few drinks? I can buy you whatever y-you’d like.”

You look him in the eyes, “No thank you. I need to meet up with my friends. I do appreciate the drink though.” When you begin to turn away he grabs your wrist.

“That’s not the proper way to thank someone who just bought you a d-drink. You don’t think I’m h-handsome?” The man questions while still holding your wrist.

“Look I appreciate the gesture but-“ you begin stating but feel another presence behind you.

“Hey buddy she’s here with me, alright?” a deep and hoarse voice that booms over the music.

You turn to see Jean and he wraps his arm around your waist.

Jean towers over not only you but the man who has been bothering you since you stepped foot to the bar counter.

The man’s eyes widen at the sight of Jean, “M-my bad.” He turns and walks the opposite direction.

Jean keeps watching him as he makes his way through the crowd with his arm still around your waist. When he no longer sees the man he removes his arm.

You turn to face him, “Thanks Jean. You really didn’t have to-“

“Save it. I didn’t like how he was acting around you so I came over. Next time you want a drink please let me know so I can come with you or even just go buy you the drink myself,” Jean pleads.

You nod.

“C’mon let’s go find the others,” Jean says and takes a swig of the beer he is holding in his hand.

—

The night continued on and you did as you were told. Anytime you wanted another drink you told Jean and he’d either follow you to the bar or ask you what you wanted to drink. Always returning with a small cup of water for you to drink in between.

When you all had enough of the drinking you took an Uber back to your apartment.

Connie, Eren, and Armin crashed in the living room. They were sprawled out everywhere. You made sure to give them each 2 aspirins and a glass of water. You even gave them a slice of bread.

“This is the best thing ever. God, you’re the best,” Eren says as he stuffs his face with another slice of bread.

Within 10 minutes, Connie and Armin were asleep on the couch while Eren was on the floor.

After you change into your pajamas you walk into the living room and kitchen area to grab a glass of water for yourself. You see Jean trying to rest in the arm chair in the corner of the living room.

“You can come to my room if you can’t sleep,” you call out in a whisper.

Jean perks up and carefully maneuvers through the boys’ shoes and Eren on the ground. He almost trips over a jacket but catches himself.

You walk into your bedroom and let him in, closing the door behind you. You lay on your bed and watch as he stands awkwardly at your bedroom door, “You can come here you know.”

“I’m okay with the floor, you know. Don’t want to overstep anything,” Jean says.

“If I wasn’t okay with sharing a bed with you I wouldn’t have offered you to come to my room,” you respond with a giggle.

Jean nods and finally sits on the bed.

There was a looming silence for a long time. You sit up and sit cross cross on your bed, “Thank you for helping me earlier tonight. I appreciate it, Jean.”

Jean opens his eyes and gives a sleepy grin, “No problem. You know, I’m always gonna look out for you.”

The two of you stare at each other for what seems like eternity. You look at Jean’s lips and up to his eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?” Jean asks.

You nod.

“Oh, thank god,” he replies and puts his hand behind your head and pulls you closer to him.

When your lips collide it feels like a million fireworks explode between the two of you. The way your lips move in sync and long for the other’s whenever you briefly break apart makes you feel like you’re floating.

You run your fingers through Jean’s ash brown locks. He quietly moans when you tug slightly at his hair.

Jean places a hand gently around your neck which causes a gasp to escape your lips. You feel Jean smirk in the kiss and break away. You are both gasping for air.

“It has been so unbelievably hard to contain myself around you. I was really hoping you felt the same about me ,” Jean says while placing a small kiss on your cheek and you giggle.

“It’ll always be you,” You respond and place a gentle kiss on his lips. And nothing felt more true in that moment than that statement.

It always has and will be Jean.

[currymanganese]

Y'all, Let Down by Radiohead played over the ending of Season 1....And what did Carmy do in Season 2, especially in the finale??

Transport Motorways and tramlines Starting and then stopping Taking off and landing The emptiest of feelings Disappointed people Clinging onto bottles And when it comes it's so so disappointing Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Let down and hanging around Shell smashed, juices flowing Wings twitch legs are going Don't get sentimental It always ends up drivel One day I am gonna grow wings A chemical reaction Hysterical and useless Hysterical and Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Let down and hanging around Let down and hanging Let down Let down You know, you know where you are with You know where you are with Floor collapsing, floating Bouncing back and One day I am gonna grow wings A chemical reaction (You know where you are) Hysterical and useless (You know where you are) Hysterical and (You know where you are) Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Let down and hanging around

Likewise, the song that played over Season 2's ending was Half a World Away by REM; since Carmy literally Let Sydney Down in Season 2, is the title of this song gonna foreshadow Syd and Carmy's relationship in Season 3 as well?? What if Syd goes to Noma to stage or something? Or Carmy goes to Copenhagen on a sabbatical? And they spend much of the season literally half a world away from each other? What if they have to check in with each other regularly over Facetime or something while they're apart?

Hell, what if Carmy or even Sydney needs to be institutionalized for a time and held for observation?

^I hope not, but now I'm nervous......

This could be the saddest dusk I've ever seen Turn to a miracle High alive My mind is racing As it always will My hand's tired, my heart aches I'm half a world away here My head sworn To go it alone And hold it along Haul it along And hold it Go it alone Hold it along and hold, hold Oh, lonely deep sit hollow I'm half a world Half the world away My shoes are gone My life spent I had too much to drink I didn't think And I didn't think of you I guess that's all I needed To go it alone And hold it along Haul it along And hold it Blackbirds, backwards, forwards and fall and hold, hold Oh, this lonely world is wasted Pathetic eyes high alive Blind to the tide that turns the sea This storm it came up strong It shook the trees And blew away our fear I couldn't even hear To go it alone And hold it along Haul it along And hold it To go it alone And hold it along Haul To go it alone And hold it along Haul it along And hold it Blackbirds, backwards, forwards, and fall and hold hold This could be the saddest dusk I've ever seen Turn to a miracle High alive My mind is racing As it always will My hands tired, my heart aches I'm half a world away and go

[altocat]

Someone made an edit of Sephiroth with “Let Down” by Radiohead 😭😭😭

Floor collapsing, floating Bouncing back and One day I am gonna grow wings A chemical reaction Hysterical and useless Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Let down and hanging around

Makes me think of Sephiroth in the library losing his mind

AUGHAUGHAGUGAHGHGHGHSDFGHJGF 😭

I'm in pain now, thank you very much.

[corrodedcoffinfest]

Corroded Coffin Fest - April 15th - Masterlist

Big, big thanks to those who participated in this first warm-up round for Corroded Coffin Fest! Missed out? There'll be another chance on May 15th! Start working on your "Get a Job" submissions now, if you'd like to join in on the fun!

Color-Coded Ratings Key: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit.

Here are all the submissions from yesterday's prompt:

APRIL 15TH - TAXED

It's tax day. Do they need to pay their taxes? Is this a write-off? Or, are they just taxed from being on the road? Tax them.

is that tax fraud? by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: they’re just so stupid, and I love them, look Steve is here!

Who Will Buy My Memories? by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Established Relationship, Welcome to the 90s, Fluff, Corroded Coffin on the Road

I tell you folks, it's harder than it looks by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | CW: Language, description of injury, hospitals | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Exhaustion, Eddie Munson needs a hug, arguments, but it all works out, workaholic Eddie Munson

LET DOWN AND HANGING AROUND (CRUSHED LIKE A BUG IN THE GROUND) by @wormdebut | Rating: T | CW: Swears, Smoking, Angst | Pairing: None | Tags: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak

Corroded Coffin Fest will be back on May 15th for the second warm-up round! 🦇

[worlddevoid]

World Devoid: Episode 1.4 - This Is (Not) Your Morning

(Word Count: 1.2k)

...

As they clear the stretching road scattered with broken down vehicles and approach the campus dorms, Baz slows to a roll and parks directly in front-- ignoring the 'No Parking' sign pitched up at the entrance. He kills the engine and turns to Cassie, realization and horror finally setting in.

"Cassie. What the heck do you think happened here? And real talk- what the FRICK was that thing- because I promise you it was no spider!” He blurts out.

"I don't know, but I desperately need a shower, and so do you. Let's hope someone at the dorms can tell us what happened," Cassie responds, moving to get out of the RV, still in slight denial about the fact that they haven't seen a single other person. ‘There has to be someone, right? I mean, surely we're not the only ones around... Right???’ She reasons anxiously.

Baz hops out of the RV and falls in line with Cassie. "Yeah, someone at the dorms..." He mutters, but his sentence trails off as his eyes graze over the disheveled exterior.

The uneasy feeling that they’re being watched causes Cassie to glance around, but she sees no one nearby. Choosing to ignore the shiver trickling down her spine, she walks right up to the shattered glass remains of the entrance doors.

Carefully stepping over the shards, the crunching sounds under her toes make her cringe. Nevertheless, she pushes forward, casting aside all her worries even as she notices signs of struggle all around. It looks like some kind of fight happened and then everyone left in a hurry.

Inside, the shattered glass crushing beneath their feet litters the tile flooring and the furniture scattered about looks like it had been swept up in a tornado. Armchairs lay on their sides, loose flyers and supplies riddle the ground, potted plants have been tipped over-- dirt splashed in front of them like blood at a crime scene.

The fluorescent lights flicker as if acknowledging their presence.

Baz takes one step ahead of Cassie, centering themselves in the main entrance hall. He eyes the front desk- a telephone hanging haphazardly over the front by its cord- before calling out a hesitant, but loud, "Hello??!”

As Baz calls out into the empty room, their voice echoes ominously. They wait for a few moments but no response comes.

Tentatively, he takes another step forward, craning his neck to get a better view further down the hall.

Not a single sign of life nor movement comes. It seems that they are completely alone. “Helllooo??” He stupidly calls out again.

When Baz’s greetings are met only with his own echoing voice mocking him, he takes a step backwards in fear and trepidation.

"Ugh, where is everyone?" Cassie cries out from behind him, lightly kicking a tipped over chair in her frustration. She doesn't want to admit it, but she’s really starting to freak out. Feeling on the verge of tears, she thinks to herself, ‘What is going on??’

Baz glances back and watches a plume of dust billow out of the chair Cassie had aimed their anger towards.

Suddenly, in the distance, a very faint scuttling noise can be heard softly reverberating off the walls.

‘There must be more of those creatures here. I have to study them! But also…those guys give me the creeps.’ Baz contemplates; admitting to himself that, even for a bug lover, this is all a bit too much. He turns to face Cassie and speak his piece.

"Cassie, I think it would be wise of us to strategize at this current moment. That encounter on the road was way too close, and, though I am not easily surprised, I will admit that even I was taken off guard by those things. If I'm deducing this correctly, I think those creatures are fearful of large vehicles. I suggest that the best course of action would be to ram our RV through the entrance and drive it through the halls for protection."

‘I'm so frickin' smart.’ Baz thinks smugly, puffing out his chest a little.

Cassie was positioned to abuse the furniture once more, but stops- leg midair- to toss Baz an incredulous look.

"You want to drive the RV through the dorms? The whole building could collapse on top of us!" She immediately protests, but honestly, she doesn't really have a better idea right now.

"Perhaps" Baz replies thoughtfully. ‘They're right, but I could have sworn as soon as we got back into the RV, that spider thing was twitching and freaking out. There has to be some correlation…’ He reflects before concluding, "All I know is the vibes are freaking weird in here and I'd feel safer in the RV."

Baz looks around again at the empty and disheveled lobby. What once was a manicured and vapid entranceway, had become the stomping grounds of an event unknown to the two of them. The place not only looks empty...it looks like it had been attacked.

More scuttling sounds erupt down the hallway- this time closer than before. Baz jumps three feet in the air and grabs Cassie's arm in alarm.

"Dude- Cassie-- I think that thing that attacked us on the street had friends...." He points down the hallway towards the source of the noises. "I think there's more down there. D-Do you think-" he gulps hard. "Do you th-think those creatures are responsible for all of this?" He gestures around the room at the clear signs of mayhem.

"It sure seems that way. No time to discuss further, let's just get back in the RV for now," Cassie twirls around and heads back toward the front entrance, but before she can even take two steps, a horde of spiders pour in from around the corner, flooding down the hallway.

Hundreds of eyes blink in odd rhythms at them as they trample over each other in an attempt to make headway.

Cassie snags Baz's arm and takes off running. They drag him along behind them as they push themselves to sprint faster. Somehow, they both make it to the front entrance, jumping over the broken glass and heading straight for the RV.

"WHAAAAAAAAT THEEEEEEE FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCKKKK!" Baz is yelling as he is dragged by his arm; his feet kicking wildly behind him as he tries to find his balance between forced steps.

When their large vehicle pops into view, he finally snaps into action-- shaking free of Cassie’s hold and scrambling to get into the RV. He slams the driver's side door closed and sighs in relief, slumping into the seat.

‘They can't get us in here.’ he assures himself.

Struggling with her chunky heels, Cassie had fallen behind when Baz broke away. As he clambers inside easily, the tip of Cassie’s shoe catches on the sidewalk and she trips forward onto the concrete - scraping her palms on the way down. The spider-like creatures begin to close the distance as she struggles to push herself back onto her feet.

The sounds of thousands of tiny, tapping legs - skittering across the ground - grows more intense, and she scrambles up in a panic.

She expertly launches herself towards the passenger door, frantically groping for the handle as the hoard scuttles closer and closer.

...

(Original Photo Credit: Reddit r/LiminalSpace - u/AlexandarPANASONIC -- Edited by @same-soup-just-reheated)

(Banner by @charzardmain)

[darylsdelts]

Every time I listen to this song I think of little Daryl.

“Crushed like a bug in the ground”

Poor boy was beaten and mentally crushed. Made to feel worthless and unloved.

-

“Let down and hanging around”

Feeling let down by Merle when he left, hanging around for him to come back and take him away somewhere safe. Hanging around with no momma to cry to.

-

“Shell smashed, juices flowing”

Again, abused, beaten, blood taken by Merle for money.

-

“Wings twitch, legs are going”

Wanting to leave and run away but he was a child. The nagging feeling of the fact that it was his father. At a young age he felt guilt for wanting to leave, knowing most kids loved their fathers but he just couldn’t.

-

“You know where you are with floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back”

Atleast he knew where he was with his father. He knew he wasn’t valued and wasn’t cared for. He knew that. That was the norm. Hence why he’s so uncomfortable with people showing him care and love.

-

“And one day, I am gonna grow wings”

One day he will be gone from that endless nightmare of his childhood. As a kid he’d daydream about being surrounded by gentleness and friends. As he grew older he became more uncomfortable with the idea of gentleness and love, but he eventually lets it in as we know.

-

[hella1975]

YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE WITH FLOOR COLLAPSING FLOATING BOUNCING BACK AND ONEEEE DAYYY I AM GONNA GROWWWWW WINGS A CHEMICAL REACTIONNN HYSTERICAL AND USELESSS HYSTERICAL AND LET DOWN AND HANGING AROUND CRUSHED LIKE A BUG IN THE GROUND