#TICKET

[halloween-sweets]

[zegalba]

1993 Vincent Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, Ticket.

[inartchive]

[dangerouslusttt]

[stimboardofatourneykid]

“Well Big C, I was looking at the audience!”

A stimboard of Crusty the Cat from Chuck E. Cheese’s Pizza Time Theatre for @voidinthevoid !!

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[webdiggerxxx]

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[dasloddl]

since there are barely any physical tickets anymore I made a canva template so you can design and print your own ticket

(it's mostly in German but I added an English version as well in the document) - pictures under the cut

[retrostimz]

Abandoned Arcade!

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[sibirsibir]

Transport ticket kiosk in Novosibirsk, 90s by Evgeny Ivanov

[ifitwasediblewouldyoueatit]

[sweetdreamsjeff]

The Green Mill, Chicago IL Wed. July 6, 1994

[mattplatonic]

Normalize being a fuckin weirdo

[inputs-chaos]

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[damailbox]

Disney Adventures, January 1991

[lulublack90]

Prompt - Ticket

@jegulus-microfic December 29 Word count 671

“Where’s my ticket?” James grumbled as he scrolled through hundreds of emails, trying to find it. He kept every single email he ever got. It drove Remus mad. “I swear it was so much easier when they sent you an actual real-life ticket.” He was still grumbling at his phone.

“It was only easier for you, James because they got sent to me, so you never had to worry where you put it. Honestly, if you’d had them we’d never have gone to any concerts.” Remus huffed. 

James was still scrolling, only half listening to Remus. Remus had had enough. He plucked James’s phone out of his hand and used the search option in the email app. “There you go, and I’ve sent it over to my account as well and taken a screenshot of it. You have zero way of losing it now.” Remus looked up, “Though knowing you, you’ll still manage.” James chuckled fondly.

“Yeah, yeah. You love me, I know. Right, are we ready then?”

Remus grabbed James’s keys and wallet and locked up the flat before they set off for the bus stop. 

It didn’t take them long to get to the venue. They were seeing a relatively new band, Fighting the Stars.

They somehow managed to get stood at the front of the crowd, almost touching the stage. 

The band emerged from the sides, and the plinks and bangs of instrument checks started. Then, a long-haired, skinny man walked to the microphone. Remus let out a small gasp. 

“Hello,” He said, his voice silky and smooth. “I’m Sirius, and this,” He gestured to the man with the guitar standing in shadow. “Is my brother Regulus, and we,” He swung his arms to show the rest of the band. “Are Fighting the Stars!”

They started playing. They were good, really good. James was bobbing along and enjoying the dramatic movements of Sirius as he belted out the lyrics. He turned to Remus to see what he thought. But he was stood still, his eyes locked on Sirius, enchanted.

James rolled his eyes and went back to watching the stage. Sirius had pulled the mic out of the stand and was trying to drag his brother forward. There was a slight scuffle between them. Neither missed a word or a chord, but in the end, Sirius won. Regulus wandered into the light. James felt his jaw drop. He didn’t think it was a real thing, just something films did to the main characters. But it happened. 

Regulus caught him staring. He raised his eyebrows and gave him a little knowing smirk before winking at him. 

James and Remus spent the rest of the set spellbound, unable to move. 

Sirius called goodnight to the crowd as the band walked off stage. James and Remus’s heads followed the brothers until they were out of sight. They both let out a huff of air like they’d forgotten to breathe. 

“Well, that was something,” James murmured. Remus couldn’t talk at all and just nodded. 

Before they could say anything else, Sirius’s head popped back around the curtain. He looked right at Remus, waved and beckoned him over. Remus turned to James and shrugged his shoulders before scrambling up onto the stage and disappearing with Sirius. 

James looked at the shadowy exit Remus left through, hoping, then sighed and pulled out his phone to text Remus that he was going home. When he looked back up, Regulus was watching him, barely visible. He didn’t come out past the curtain as Sirius had. James felt his heart skip a beat. Yet another film moment he hadn’t realised was real. 

Regulus crooked one finger at him. As though an invisible line was attached to his navel tugging him forward and towards the waiting Regulus, he started walking. 

Oh well, he thought, I couldn’t have gone home anyway. Remus has my keys.

He followed Regulus into the back. He didn’t know if it was a good or a bad idea, but he was doing it anyway.