#but ffs sake stay out of the tag with your weird ass takes

[annes-andromeda]

If I have to hear one more person talk about how Alicole were having sex in Rha*nyra’s room and how they’re soooo obsessed with her and how they think about her when they do it I’m going to scream LITERALLY SHUT UP NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT RHA*NYRA LET MY BABIES FUCK AND BE IN LOVE IN PEACE THEY COULD NOT GIVE TWO SHITS LESS ABOUT RHA*NYRA STAY OUT OF THE ALICOLE TAG YA WEIRDOS

[michaelmilkers]

I saw in one of your tags that you mentioned how 21 pilots made emo pretentious and im actually curious about why you say that (not hate i just never knew about them that much)

my friend you have asked me about a topic i am very knowledgeable and very angry about so prepare yourself for what you have wrought

it isnt just twenty one pilots but theyre just the biggest and most popular example

like. take my chemical romance in the early-mid 2000s aka the peak of emo. it was very melodramatic and theatrical, the way emo should be. there was a presence of “we are not like other people” in a lot of the songs, but it was never just that. it was more of a “we have been cast out and we kinda suck but thats okay.” one of the best examples of this is, ironically, i’m not okay.

take, for example, the opening to the mtv music video:

[Ray] You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet. You can't swim, you can't dance and you don't know karate. Face it, you're never gonna make it. [Gerard] I don't wanna make it, I just wanna...

this immediately establishes the song as being about social outcasts and people who dont fit the mold. the fucking tag line of the song is “i’m not okay” ffs, that really tells you all you need to know about the song. but the important thing is it doesnt take itself too seriously either. the music video takes place in a private school, and shows scenes of the band members eating lunch alone, being bullied by jocks and preps, etc., but it ALSO shows scenes of frank putting swim goggles on in chemistry class and ray drawing on his test with a crayon and then licking it, and at the end they all ambush and beat the shit out of a guy in a mascot costume. all of this is cut up by text saying things like “if you ever felt alone” “if you ever felt wronged” “if you ever felt anxious”

do you see the juxtaposition here? the music video could very very easily be a fake deep bullying psa, but its not, because while theyre getting bullied and playing their music in a garage they are also, unequivocally, total fucking losers for obvious comedic effect. it is a very exaggerated and lighthearted version of real phenomena, which makes it more relatable to a wider audience.

the same can be said about the song itself. it has some pretty heavy and angsty lyrics (”i’m not o-fucking-kay”) but the instrumentals are punchy and energetic and catchy and gerard’s vocal delivery is very theatrical but also very deliberate and he still puts real emotion in the words. it sounds like its taking the piss out of not being okay, which is exactly what i as a clinically depressed 13 year old needed, and i bet a lot of other people can say the same. i’m a loser and thats okay. i fucking suck in school and thats okay. i feel shitty and thats okay. i’m not okay and that, in itself, is okay.

with twenty one pilots, on the other hand, there is no theatrics, theres no taking the piss, theres no over-the-top melodrama that made emo what it was. 

take, for comparison, the opening lines of heathens:

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse

and this presents, immediately, one of my biggest criticisms of twenty one pilots: their rampant appropriation of mental illness.

because my first thought when hearing this is as an abuse survivor and someone with ptsd they can kiss every single square inch of my ass.

Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day Docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades You're loving on the psychopath sitting next to you You're loving on the murderer sitting next to you You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?"

they try to do the same kind of nuanced poetic lyrics that my chemical romance did and in my opinion is just doesnt fucking work because they take themselves SO. FUCKING. SERIOUSLY. it sounds JOYLESS. 

and the song closes out with this:

Why'd you come? You knew you should have stayed (It's blasphemy) I tried to warn you just to stay away (Away) And now they're outside ready to bust (To bust) It looks like you might be one of us

this is what i mean by pretentious. there is a clear separation of the person/people from whose point of view the song is told and the people the song is meant to be listened to by from the greater population, but theres no high energy or comedic self deprecation to counteract it. 

now take some lyrics from heavydirtysoul, a song i actually really like the sound of, im not just shitting on this band bc its not to my taste yall:

There's an infestation in my mind's imagination I hope that they choke on smoke 'cause I'm smoking them out the basement This is not rap, this is not hip-hop Just another attempt to make the voices stop

Nah, I didn't understand a thing you said If I didn't know better I'd guess you're all already dead Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch Saying stuff like, "You only live once." You've got one time to figure it out One time to twist and one time to shout One time to think and I say we start now Sing it with me if you know what I'm talking about

right back at it again with that appropriation of mental illness symptoms! and some dumbass critique of our generation that doesnt fit in with the rest of the song at all, closing out the verse with “we are not like you” shit. the vocal delivery at least has more energy than heathens, but the lyrics just feel like a mishmash of different points theyre trying to make that have nothing to do with each other.

the best line of the song is undoubtedly “death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit” but its poetic just... for the sake of being poetic? its one of those lyrics that sounds like someone came up with and was like “bro we gotta put that in a song” but then couldnt actually figure out how to fit it into a song in a way that would flow. another example of this is “i cant drown my demons they know how to swim” in bring me the horizon’s can you feel my heart. not shitting on bring me the horizon, i really like sempiternal, but thats another line thats just poetic for the sake of being poetic. and to be put on t-shirts. i know this because when i was 12 i had a shirt that said “i cant drown my demons they know how to swim” on it.

i could do more analysis on other mcr songs, namely welcome to the black parade and famous last words, but i would be here for literal hours and idk if people actually care that much.

to sum my points up:

they take themselves too seriously. they appropriate and romanticize mental illness (forgot to mention that top’s website, at one time, described their music as “schizoid pop” lol). they pull a lot of “We Are Not Like Other People..,.,.,,...” shit. 

that last point is not inherently a bad thing, for example the new slipknot album is literally called “we are not your kind” but the song that contains that line as a lyric is all out life, and corey taylor is screaming that entire song and the instrumentals are reminiscent of speed metal with how fucking energetic they are. its edgy and its GREAT. twenty one pilots just sounds like they think theyre the shit.

also, and i want you to read the following sentence in a bass boosted voice to best understand how i feel when i say this:

the twenty one pilots cover of cancer is an embarrassment that completely misses the point of the original song and changed it into a weird amalgamation of lo-fi synth pop.

emo music is dead. thank u and goodnight.

[noodlecupcakes]

The Other Woman Chapter 6

Scream at me if you want to be added to the taglist

Warnings: Language, Violence, Walkers, Angry Negan 

Chapter 6

Roxy’s P.O.V

Sherry had been smuggling me little bits of food while my points had been halved. Mainly candy bars and bags of chips, things you’d find in a vending machine. Either way I was grateful, but a little worried she might get into trouble and that was the last thing I wanted, people suffering for my mistakes. But now Clay’s points had been halved and I couldn’t have that. Fine, I’d give that mother fucker his apology but not for my sake.

I headed to his room, calming myself. I had to apologise and resist punching him in the face. I knocked on his door and forced a smile as he called me in. I closed the door behind me, meeting his gaze. “I wanted to apologise,” I forced the words out, hating myself for it. I had his full attention now although I really wanted to punch that smug smirk right off his face. “I’m sorry for what I said and how…disrespectful I was,” I continued. “What made you change your mind?” He asked. I grit my teeth. Oh gee I don’t know, maybe it was the fact that you came after my one friend, or maybe my significant weight loss or maybe even Sherry and Simon constantly nagging me to apologise to you.

“I guess I just came to my senses,” I lied. “About time you did. Now things aren’t quite going to go back to how they were just yet, I don’t trust you enough to go back out on runs. So until then you’re on watch duty. You think you can handle that?” “I’ve handled most things you’ve thrown at me so far,” I challenged. “You most certainly have.” “So my points and Clays go back to normal now?” “Yeah.” “Good.”

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Watch duty was fun as long as you remembered to bring something with you, mainly a book. Something to do at least. I was sat on the roof now, my legs dangling over the side, a book on my lap and a sniper rifle sat next to me. I still had yet to use it throughout the two weeks I had been up here. I didn’t see the point of wasting a bullet on just one walker so normally I would go down and take it out with my machete. And the only signs of people were those that were coming and going from runs.

I did kinda like it up here though, nobody came to bother me and I wasn’t stuck inside all day. Also up here I got to see who was sneaking around with who. Right now for example. There was a skinny blonde that seemed incredibly timed and paranoid talking to a guy that looked barely twenty. They kept looking around to see if anybody was watching them…funny how not once they looked up and spotted me. I was out of earshot to hear what they were saying but it was obvious they were in a relationship…or at least trying to keep said relationship a secret.

Then there were the guys who were meant to be working in the greenhouse area that were stood around talking and laughing about something. I’d spotted a few shoving things like tomatoes in their pockets at times. Seems like the last message about no stealing didn’t quite get through to them. Not that I cared. I was to keep watch to make sure the place stayed safe, that didn’t mean I had to be a snitch and tell Negan every damn thing I saw going on that he wouldn’t approve of.

Because damn there was a lot. Some of the other guys on watch with me would tend to slack off themselves, sneaking off to do whatever because they believed this place was invincible. No place was invincible. One day a build-up of walkers could get to much and a fence could cave. And if walkers got inside then sure we would be able to defend ourselves but someone would get bitten. That was inevitable. Or what if we got raided, again sure we would be able to defend ourselves but there would be casualties. That’s the way these things work.

I got to my feet and went to do a full circle of the roof, checking each fence. I reached the opposite end and cursed. Of course now we get a build-up and I was on duty alone because someone was slacking off yet again. I grabbed my radio and told whoever was listening that there was a code red. I waited thirty seconds for a response but nothing. I rolled my eyes, fine I’d sort it out myself. Thankfully I didn’t have to take the long route off the roof as there were some crates stacked high enough for me drop on to safely.

I left the rifle behind, why waste the bullets? I was perfectly capable. I landed on the top crate and climbed the rest of the way down until my feet were on solid ground. I ran to the gate, opening it and closing it behind me. I’d attracted the attention of a few walkers already and kicked the first one away from me and into the one behind it, both of them staggering back. I swung my machete down at the next closest one, cranium and black fluid spilling over the walkers face. I pulled the machete free and advanced on the next one.

By this point I had the attention of the entire build-up, which were now staggering towards me. It was about seven, but that’s ok, I could handle it. I heard a gunshot and then the bullet hit the ground, barely missing me. I glared at the male up on the roof, holding my rifle. Learn to aim asshole. I took out the next walker and was getting ready for the next when a barbed wire baseball bat came down, crushing its skull.

I turned to find Negan and he looked pissed. We too out the rest of the walkers together before heading back inside the gates. “What the fuck were you doing out there on your own?” He snapped. “I could have handled it. And besides I radioed through and nobody responded, also some people aren’t doing their fucking jobs hence why I just risked my ass.” “You could have taken your fucking gun!” “I didn’t want to waste the bullets.”

Negan sighed before taking a deep breath to calm himself, “I’m not mad at you. You were doing your fucking job. I’m mad because something bad could have happened to you because others weren’t.” “Negan I’m fine honestly. Don’t worry about it.” “Ok but what if it happens again and I’m not fucking here to save your ass? What then?” I sighed, I guess he would calm down in his own time. I guess it was better to have had his help taking the walkers out just in case something had gone wrong. Negan led me inside and radioed for the others who were meant to be on watch duty to meet us in his office.

Negan had an office? Fair enough. He led me to it, letting me into the small and simple room. There was a desk with various papers strewn across it and maps on the walls. He motioned for me to take the only seat in the room and I did a little cautiously. Eventually four men knocked and entered the office all looking a little nervous. Negan was still carrying a rather bloody Lucille after all. That and you could cut the tension with a freaking knife. “So how was watch duty going guys?” Negan asked, sarcasm evident in his tone. None of them answered, it was like watching a teacher lecture of bunch of school kids who were too scared to look up so they just gazed at their shoes instead. “Watch duty means you stay at your fucking post and keep watch for anything that might threaten what we have going on here. Now Roxy here is a fucking god send and you should all thank her for saving our asses today. You’re probably thinking oh it wasn’t that many fucking walkers what does it matter? It fucking matters when she’s the one risking her life on her own when there should have been help. Forget doing watch duty now, I clearly can’t fucking trust the lot of you, maybe you’d all be better of working the damn wall!”

I wanted to interject, telling him that it wouldn’t be necessary but I didn’t want his anger to be directed towards me. “Now how about you show some fucking gratitude to the woman that did your fucking jobs,” Negan ordered. In unison they mumbled a thank you to me before Negan sent them out. Negan seemed to relax a little once they left but I could tell he was still mad. I kinda wish he would send me away too. “Thank you for what you did today,” he spoke. “No need to thank me, just doing my job. But thank you for actually responding to the code red.”

He smiled at this and finally put Lucille down. “Consider today your last day on watch duty,” he spoke. “What am I supposed to do now?” “You're back to going out on runs sweetheart. That’s what you want isn’t it?” “I’m not sure-“ “Why not, we can use someone like you, you proved that today.” “How am I gonna be much of an addition to the hundreds of men you have already on runs?” “Well for one you actually do your fucking job. But if you’re not comfortable to go on the runs to places like The Hilltop and The Kingdom then you don’t have to go on those ones. Just the actually supply runs.”

I frowned, this was not the Negan I was used to. At all. A part of me still hated this man for what he had done prior to this job. Hated him for his morals and what he stood for. But he was being…nice. I had no idea this man was even capable of being nice to others. “Forgive me for being a little creeped out but you're being nice. I’m not exactly used to that,” I spoke. Negan laughed at this, not his usual sadistic, I’m laughing to creep you out laugh, this was a normal laugh. “I admit we haven’t exactly hit it off to a great start but I think we can change that. So what’dya say to the runs?” He asked. “Until I’m ready for the other runs that sounds fine to me.” “Great. Lucky for you I’m planning to go out on one tomorrow, you up for tagging along?” “I don’t see why not.” “In that case I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I took that as my cue to leave his office. It still felt weird that he was being nice to me but I guess if he continued I might not feel so much hate towards him. Who knew, maybe we could even become friendly.

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