#Sugar We’re Going Down

[shrine2mylife]

Time to expose myself: For many years of my life I was under the impression that the bridge of Sugar We’re Goin Down went as follows:

Is this more than you bargained for yet?

Tell mommy I’m watching YouTube from the closet

Wishing to be the freak shit in your dreams

When eventually I graduated from an iPod Shuffle to an iPod touch, I learned the real lyrics and I was convinced they were lying. I still believe in the biblically accurate lyric “freak shit in your dreams.”

[inotevenknowwhatimdrawing]

Sugar we’re going down- Fall Out Boy

Added to playlist Oct 7, 2015

[mrs-jake-blues]

Drop a harrrr

Break a nayyy

We’re only seepin in and seepin fa the wrong teaaa

We’re going dah dah in anearhcbakdnd and sugar we’re goin dah swingin

I’ll be your number one with a bullet

A load gah compex cock it and pull it

[threecheersslxt]

*writing my will*

I want a mausoleum that people can drink by the door of, I want one with lye-able grass next to it…

[fadedtogreyy]

🎶 Is this more than you bargained for yet?

Oh, don't mind me, I'm watching

You two from the closet

Wishing to be the friction in your jeans 🎶

[redmoonfever]

Scallison is just a longer version of the Sugar We’re Going Down music video

[wiccaphiliaa]

Any Fall Out Boy song can be a BOE name.

[prettygoododds]

I love this fandom so much. What a wonderful gift from @dohrnaira I received yesterday. I’m truly speechless as to what it means to me. Thank you. Just, thank you.

Art for my fic Sugar, We’re Going Down Swinging and bonus Carry On art ♥️♥️

[doublel27]

We plan to adopt her since her father isn’t around!

Meanwhile you’re keeping secrets, Joke. Dear fucking god!?!

How hard am I going to cry on a scale of 1-10, 10,000?

[fischiee]

hearing fall out boy in public is so hard… trying so hard to be normal about a song that literally changed my brain chemistry..

[macdenlover]

Now post Sugar Daddy Dennis — wait. Sugar Mommy Dennis I just thought of this— well that’s just Victoria really isn’t it. Hm. much to think about

hi seth

[gravemet]

nikki: joins in to bully mom

emily:

[garak]

it might be blasé and the popular opinion but this really is one of their best songs. there’s a reason why this out of all the tracks off from under the cork tree was a hit

[unknownarmageddon]

Okay, man, I added a decent break in my SC likes. If you wanna hit me with some more fob songs, feel free💥💥

YEAHHH LESGO okay i gotchu i gotchu hang on

[tennessoui]

Glad you're back and relieved you're okay! How're you feeling about time and tide these days?

Here’s a little bit of the next chapter of time&tide that I wrote in the airport a few days ago!

(Anakin is not doing gr8 rn)

The room is untouched, and Anakin is ruined. It’s so—it’s so unfair. Anakin is shattered in a way time will never fix, in a way time has only made worse, and the fucking room looks pristine, like Anakin had never—like nothing had—like it was all—

It takes hours to struggle to his feet, and he isn’t sure he’ll be able to hold his own weight until he’s already vertical.

It’s not fair that the room is spotless, everything in its space, everything neat and where it belongs and Anakin has lost the only place he’s ever belonged.

Lifting the holocron nearest to him is hard. It takes minutes to convince his fingers to unwrap from the fist they’ve formed and then to grip the edges of the disc and raise it off its rest.

Anakin, don’t, a voice that sounds somehow as weary as his master and as scandalized as his lover murmurs in his ear, but both men are dead. Both men are gone.

The shattering of the holocron against the floor is louder than the whisper of a ghost.

It’s easier to lift the second; it feels right to throw it as hard as he can and watch it break as well.

It feels good to destroy, and it feels even better to look at the wreckage and know he caused it. The next person who steps into this room will be able to tell with just one look that something has happened, that something terrible has happened.

[prettygoododds]

Happy Sunday and thank you to @roomwithanopenfire @ic3-que3n @blackberrysummerblog @thewholelemon @noblecorgi and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tags

I don’t have much to share as this month has been absolutely bonkers and next month isn’t looking much better. But I have a little from my COBB and a smaller but from Sugar, We’re Going Down Swingin. I keep thinking how nice it would be to finish last year COBB before posting this years and I’m still hoping I can do that. I believe in me!

Anywhoozle, here you go…..

COBB:

I’m on my second coat of primer when I hear the loud bang of a door followed by a string of impressive curses. The water starts to run followed by a long stretch of silence. Just as I dip my paint brush back in the pale, I hear Baz call out to me.

“Snow?” My feet are on their way to him before the rest of me has time to think it through. “Simon? I - uh - I need your help.”

I pick up speed and for a second I debate sliding down the banister, but Baz already sounds on edge and I don’t think my arse polishing the railing will lighten the mood.

I find him in the kitchen with his hand under a stream of water, facing away from the sink, and looking paler than normal.

“What happened?!” My voice pitching high in the middle.

Sugar aka hockey fic:

Before I can second guess myself, I crouch down to the kids level, the awful rubber boots making a squeaking sound as I get comfortable, and I hand him the signed fish. He takes it and stares at the two signatures, my huge elaborate one and Simon’s smaller scribble.

“I’ll be listening for you,” I say, hoping it’s enough. Hoping I didn’t make him regret meeting me.

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