#but i didn't have the same emotional obsession with them as with some other bands

[jellogram]

I feel like I don't even get nostalgia as a melancholic emotion I just get like. Pain. Like I don't want to watch or listen to stuff from my teenage years because it hurts. Not out of trauma or bad memories or anything like that. Just remembering how it felt to be that age and enjoying that thing. The emotion about it feels too big and overwhelming and it hurts and it makes me never want to touch any of that stuff.

[selfloverrrrrr]

Bloody Bond

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, vampire Gojo, prince Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Y/n's POV

I was a girl from a farmer's family. I was their only girl. I had many friends in the village. I love to read books. Our family was poor. My father was working so hard for money. We needed it after all. One thing I always hated about my family.

And The thing I never liked about my family is they always try to convince me to marry. But I don't want to! I'm just 20 years old. I don't need to marry someone right now! I ignored them whenever they tried to talk about convincing me for marriage.

Me and my friends were in a field. Talking with each other. Suddenly Shoko my friend pulled the rubber band from my hair and untied my hair then started running. "Hey Shoko... stop!!" I screamed with a laugh. "Catch me!" She said. We both started running.

Shoko didn't notice that Mei Mei was in front of her. "Nevermind I got her" Mei Mei said grabbing the rubber band from Shoko's hand. "You always help her" Shoko sighed. We both laughed. I was tying my hair back when we heard a loud noise from beside us.

We looked in the direction. There was a bush. "What was that sound?" Mei Mei asked. "I don't know either" Shoko replied. "Let's see what it was" I said. We all went towards there. Then we slowly went behind the bush. Nothing was there.

"what was it?" I said. "We're thinking the same thing!" Shoko said. "Wait...is that blood?" I asked. I saw red liquid on the ground. "Shit...it is blood!" Mei Mei said. Suddenly we felt as if something ran at an inhuman speed behind us.

We all gasped and turned around. Nothing was there. It was almost 5pm. "What is this happening?" Shoko said. "I don't know either" I replied. "Y/n?... where's your rubber band?" Mei Mei asked. I realised my hair wasn't tied. "Shoko did you do that?" I asked.

"no... I promise...I didn't do that" Shoko replied. "Hey ... let's go home before it gets dark.... something creepy is happening" I said. "Yes I know... it's getting dark too!"Shoko replied. We all were scared. So we all went to our home.

We all went back to our home. At night me and my mother were having dinner. My father came in and said that a farmer of our village is dead. "What! How?" I asked. "Nobody knows...we just know that he was murdered" my father replied. "Oh and he's body was found behind some bushes of the field" he said.

My eyes widened. Didn't we see blood there today. I got scared. What was it? I didn't tell them anything... but I knew whatever it was...that ain't any human. But what is it? The question kept in my mind.

After the dinner I went to my room and locked the door. I was still thinking about those things. What the hell was that? People were saying that the farmer is killed by a monster. Was it really a monster? Cause I also felt something there. I sighed. 'let's forget about it for now and read the book I was reading ' I thought.

I went to my desk and sat there on the chair. There was a window in front of the desk. So the window was right in front of me. I kept it open for some wind. I opened the book and started reading from where I stopped last night. Time passed... I was still reading the book.

"y/n..." I heard as if someone whispered my name from in front of me. I immediately looked up. No one was there. But I heard that clearly! I started looking outside from the window. "I want you... don't say no" I heard a whisper in my ear. As if someone was standing just behind me and whispered in my ear.

I immediately looked back. No one was there. My heart beat started running fast. Now I am scared...who was it? I clearly heard someone's voice. I was almost crying. I quickly closed the window and went to bed. 'god please save me please!' I said.... then I fell asleep.

Next morning... everything was going normal... But we friends didn't go to the field today... cause who will go after hearing those things yesterday... Every day we friends went somewhere and talk with each other. We were at Shoko's house and when it was almost everything we came back to our home.

After reaching home I saw my parents talking. "Hey... I'm back" I said. "Come here I have a great news!" My mother said. "What I asked sitting next to her. "You know... someone send us a marriage proposal for you... and do you know who is it??? It's our king Gojo Satoru!" She said with a smile.

"what?" I asked with shock. "Yes it's true....he came here today...but you weren't at home" she replied. Our king Gojo Satoru Gave marriage proposal to me?! Why would he want to marry a normal girl especially he doesn't even know me... strange! But I brush off that thought.

"I don't care if it's the king or someone else... you know I don't wanna get married right now" I told them. They gave me a glare. "Look y/n... don't be like a fool...he said he'll help us with money and you'll leave a luxury life too...he said he wants the marriage next week... and you'll marry him, that's it!" She said.

"what do you mean next week?! I don't even know him!" I protested. "Y/n... I said you WILL marry him or else it's gonna be so bad!" She said and both my parents left the room. Why is this happening with me? Why don't they listen to me?! I know they're not gonna listen to me now....so,In one week I'm gonna be married with a complete stranger?!

A week later

The day came. I haven't talked with anyone for days because of the marriage. And the day finally came. I still wasn't happy about the marriage. The marriage was at night time they said it's some kind of rule of the royal family.

They sent me the wedding dress. I just unwrapped it. And oh my God! That dress is something else! I can feel it's so expensive just by seeing it... I wore it. My mother helped me to wear it. "You look pretty... you'll be so happy" she said after she decorated me for the wedding.

It was time for the marriage. They opened the door to the marriage hall. People were clapped. My father took my hand and we started walking towards the priest. I looked up then I saw the prince. Gojo Satoru. This is the first time I saw him.

He looks so handsome as if God himself made him. He looks as if he's the god himself. He was staring at me. I looked away and walked. Then I stand in front of him. He took my hand. He was still staring at me and I was staring at the ground. Because I still wasn't in the support of the marriage.

The priest started doing his job. A few minutes passed away. "Y/n, say you accept him as your husband" the priest said. I looked at the priest then at Gojo.

"Me y/n l/n accept prince Gojo as my husband" I said looking at my hand. "Now prince you should say your line" the priest said. "Me, Prince Gojo Satoru, accept y/n as my wife" Gojo said. "Now you two may kiss" the priest said.

Gojo leaned over me and pressed his lips on mine and kissed me. I didn't kiss him back. He realised I didn't kiss him back when he pulled away he smirked at me. I looked away. All people started clapping and giving us congratulations.

The day passed. The next morning came. I woke up from my sleep. Last night Gojo said he won't be at home because he has some royal work to do. That's why he wasn't there. The castle was so gorgeous... I got fresh and took a bath. Then did my breakfast the maids gave.

I was walking in the hallway. A maid was walking with me. "Woww! Is that the castle's garden?" I asked pointing to the garden through the window. "Yes,my lady" she replied. "I loved it... I love roses" I said.

"you like roses?" A voice asked behind us. We turned around and saw it was Gojo. He walked towards me and took my hand to kiss the back of my hand. He was about to kiss when I snatched away my hand. "Uh... yeah... I loved the garden" I replied looking at the garden.

Gojo didn't say anything and smirked. "Why don't you go visit it... Yuta? Go show her the garden" Gojo said to his assistant Yuta. "Yes,my lord.... come with me, my lady " Yuta said. Then I went to the garden. Gojo watched me with a smirk on his face.

Two or three days passed. But at night Gojo didn't come for some important work. But every morning there would be a huge Rose bouquet. Of course, he knew I love roses. Those made me happy. But after one day in the morning, I woke up.

My eyes opened slowly. I looked at the window the sunlight was coming from. But when I turned around I screamed seeing someone sleep beside me. Then I realised it was Gojo. He woke up from my scream.

"what happened?!" He asked. "N-No nothing.... I'm sorry... I didn't realise it's you... You don't come at night, so..." I explained. "Oh... yes, I didn't have much work to do yesterday... that's why I came... but you were sleeping, so I didn't wake you up" Gojo replied.

"it's okay... I'm sorry I disturbed your sleep" I said. "No... it's okay" he replied. I went up from the bed. "My best friend Geto is coming today to visit us" He said. "Ok" I replied and went to take a bath.

Time passed. "Y/n... come here" Gojo called me. I went there. "Meet him... he's my best friend Geto Suguru" Gojo said. I looked at the guy in front of me. Long black hair, sharp eyes, he's such a handsome guy. "Nice to meet you Geto-saan" I greeted him. He took my hand and kissed the back of my hand. "Nice to meet you too, y/n" he said. I blushed at his kiss. That wasn't unnoticed by Gojo whose smile dropped immediately.

Gojo's POV

After greeting me and Suguru went to a private room to talk. "Satoru, you haven't feed on her yet?" Geto asked. "No I haven't" I replied. "But why... she's pure... I can smell it" Geto said. I chuckled. "Yeah I know... don't worry gonna have it soon" I replied. "I have to say... You have control of yourself.... I could never...my fangs were almost coming out!" Geto said. We both laughed.

Y/n's POV

Two days passed. Some days ago The maid told me Gojo said to show me the library because I like books. There were too many books. I went there whenever I felt bored. Today I was in the library. Searching for a new book to read.

There was a side of the library. The maids always told me not to go that side. They said nobody is allowed to go to that side of the library. Today I was alone in the library. Not a single maid was with me. I thought why not go and see what is on that side.

I locked the door of the library and went to that side. I couldn't understand why nobody is allowed there. There's nothing suspicious or anything. It's the same as the rest of the library. But the books on this side were old. I was reading the titles of those books.

Then I found a book named "The History Of The Gojo Clan". Interesting... that surely is an interesting book. I was also interested to know their history. I picked that book and opened it. It was a fancy book.

I turned the page. On the first page the big heading says 'MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES '. Well that's an interesting topic but why is it written in the book of the Gojo clan's history? I started reading the book. The book says...

You have probably heard about the vampires... What if I say they are real... Not only vampires, many more mythological creatures. The Gojo Clan. They are one of the vampire families. But something about the Gojo clan's vampires is special. They can read minds. As you know vampires are immortal. A few years ago a New vampire was born in the Gojo Clan. His name is Gojo Satoru. And he was born as the strongest vampire ever....

I didn't dare to read more. My hands are getting cold, my eyes wide open, heart skipped some beats, blood is getting chill. What in the fucking hell did I just read?! No no no.... fuck! Now I can process everything from that day. That farmer's death, a voice in my room that night... everything makes sense now! I can't let Gojo know that I know it... I've to act normal.

Time passed

Everything goes well. I acted normal. Nothing bad happened. After dinner I went to the bedroom. Now the things I read today were coming to my mind again. I changed myself from the royal gown to in a night dress. It was storming outside tonight. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door.

I gasped hearing the knocking sound. But nobody comes in this hour. Maybe any maid came to tell me something. I thought. I went to the door and opened it. My eyes slightly widened but then made them normal as I saw who it was. It was Gojo.

"you look shocked seeing me in my own bedroom" he said in a sarcastic tone and went in. "No... it's just...you don't come at night" I said and closed the door. I was scared of him but can't let him know. He was taking off his coat. "Yes... I don't have any work to do... it's not like I don't come to sleep...I just didn't come those nights because I had some royal work... it's done now I'll be free at night" he said with a smile.

I smiled back. My hand was slightly shaking. Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it! Or else he'll know. I keep telling myself. He looked at me and slightly tilted his head. "Don't think about what?" He asked. My eyes widened. "W-what?" I said. "Don't think about what?" He asked seriously.

Fuck I forgot that he can read my mind that I'm telling myself not to think. He started walking towards me. I walked backwards. My back touched the table. He was standing in front of me. He tilted my chin up to look at him. "Don't think about what, y/n?" He repeated. I just stared at him. Then he smirked. Chill run through my spine.

"so you know, huh?" He asked with a smirk. My breath almost stopped. Fuck! It wasn't supposed to be like this! I thought. "Yeah...but it is like this" he whispered. Tears forming in my eyes. "P-Please.... please" the only thing that came out of my mouth.

He wrapped his hand around my waist and picked me up with one hand. Then took me towards the bed. "Please what, darling?" He asked. He laid me on my back and now he was on top of me. "I don't wanna.... I don't wanna die... please" I replied. Now the tears started falling from my eyes.

His face was too close to mine. He took my hand. Kissed the palm of my hand. Then licked the pulse. "Didn't you snatch away your hand from me when I was about to kiss your hand.... But give your hand to Suguru...let him kiss your hand?" He said with a smirk.

"I didn't on purpose... P-Please" I sobbed. "You know I can read mind right?... What were you thinking? He's handsome? You loved his eyes?" He asked. I couldn't reply I just sobbed. "But I read your mind on our wedding night too... when you first saw me" he said with a smirk.

"but that doesn't change the fact that you acted like a brat with me but gave attention to my best friend" he said. He brought his face to my neck and inhaled. "Now tell me what I should do?" He said. I couldn't reply. He laughed and looked at me.

His fangs slowly came out. Fear grabbed me. I started crying again. "Please.. P-Please please" I sobbingly begged. He licked my neck and his fangs rubbed against my skin. That gave me chills. "Where's your bratty attitude now, huh?" He asked.

"please... I won't do it again please... I'm sorry" I said. "So you're saying you'll behave?... let's see " he said. Then he grabbed the top of my night dress and tore it in one snatch. I screamed and tried to cover myself under him. "Now you just said you will behave!" He said and pinned me to the bed.

He pressed his lips on mine. Forcing his tongue inside my mouth. Kissing me roughly. I pushed his chest with full of my force. But he didn't even move an inch. Of course vampires are strong. And I read in that journal that he's the strongest vampire. He pulled away. I was taking a deep breath.

He kissed on my chest. "You're so gorgeous" he said and took a nipple in his mouth. Sucking on it harshly. I moaned loudly. He pressed his body down to mine. His dick was pressed against my thigh. I could feel it was fucking hard.

He pulled away from my breast. "Mmhh... you're driving me crazy" he said rubbing his crotch on my thigh. "Ughh...god I can't.... I can't anymore!" He said then stopped rubbing his crotch. He sat up and took off his clothes.

He positioned himself. "P-Please don't" I said. He rubbed the tip on my clit. "Shhhh" He said with a smirk and slammed his length inside me. I screamed. He let out a groan. "F-fuck... you feel like heaven!" He moaned.

He started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. "You don't know...you don't know how much I wanted this....fuckkkk....it feels so good" he moaned loudly. His thrust became harder and harder. "That day .... you were with your friends....in the field.... I was...fuckkk.... I was there feeding on someone and I saw you.... You're the first girl I have ever seen this gorgeous..... I promised myself to marry you.....and yes... I was the one who came to your house that night when you were reading some books" he said between moans.

"can Suguru make you feel like this?... Can he?... You were being a bad wife that day, y/n" he said. He kissed my neck. "Do you know how hard it is for a vampire not to feed on a virgin" he said between breaths. He thrust more roughly. "It's hurting.... I-It's hurting too much " I sobbed.

The thing I thought came out true. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. "I want blood....let me feed on you" he said.... before I could respond he pulled out his frangs and dug them on my neck. I screamed in the pain. But he was being gentle while feeding on me. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision blurred out.

"your blood tastes so good...oh, fainted already?" He said with a chuckle. "Darling, don't be afraid... I won't hurt you... I love you... why would I give you a marriage proposal, If I had to kill you" he whispered and kissed the forehead of my unconscious body.

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[crepesuzette2023]

In honor of @ilovedig's Birthday: some Beatles fanfics with rare (read: beyond 'straight' mclennon) pairings and unusual POV's!

McHarrison

The @beatleskinkmeme Summer of Love Fanworks Collection has some great new McHarrison fics.

Grateful for Him (@johangeorghohman). Five times George regrets John is in Paul's life, and one time he's grateful. An absolute heartbreaker of a story—so beautiful.

Invisible String (@scurator). Paul and George meet again at the Venus and Mars release party. They moved on; they will always belong together.

Knocking at Your Door (@eveepe). Paul and George kissing through the years, from childhood to Anthology. Special appearance by Paul's eager little prick (and you know I'm sold).

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Polycule Beatles

The same collection also has fantastic stories about the Beatles as a four-sided love story:

Deeper than oceans you run (@wonderwall1968). The four of them are reeling in the aftershock of a health scare. A dark, dream-like, intense story. John POV.

Everybody Loves Somebody (@bewareofdarkness). Soulmark AU: The four Beatles are meant to be together. But it doesn't happen without a hitch.

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Paul McCartney/Mal Evans

You Won't See Me (@swinginglondon42). Mal is in love with Paul, and can't see he moved on.

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John Lennon/Keith Richards

Emotional Rescue (@ohjohnnysblog). Near wordless comfort in the aftermath of a party—and Brian's death.

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George Harrison/ Yoko Ono

Miss Oh No (@aquarianshift). Yoko and her obsession with "real men" meets George and his resentment of the band he's nevertheless willing to protect from her. Brief, tense and hot encounter.

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John/Paul/George

I'd Love to Turn You On (sleeprettydarling). George knows Paul and John are lovers. He's curious. They show him.

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Brian Epstein/ Alistair Taylor

Another Kind of Love (Naraht). Lovely story about deep friendship and loyalty.

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George Harrison/ Bob Dylan

On the Avenue (@aquarianshift). Two weird men desire each other. George's soul splits from the Beatles. Dream-like and strange, but absolutely grounded in sensuality.

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George Harrison/John Lennon & George Harrison/Paul McCartney

Sour Milk Sea (You & You & Me) (cloudy_blue). John and Paul and George through the years. Relationship study.

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George Harrison/John Lennon

At Mercy (@eveepe). George and John are girls and in the same band. John was never more John than in this story. "How was I?"

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Paul McCartney/ Peter Asher

still mates (@pauls1967moustache). Perennial favorite, because it makes so much sense for Paul and Peter to have a misguided one-night-stand while Lennon/McCartney are falling into Mount Doom. If you didn't think you could fall in love with Peter Asher, think again. He's brave and wonderful in this story.

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Paul McCartney/ Donovan

Bound to be the very next phase (downtothelastdrop). Paul satisfies his curiosity in Rishikesh.

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Paul McCartney/ George Martin

Fixing A Hole (@m1ssunderstanding). Very much a George vs. Jim story.

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Linda McCartney/Paul McCartney/Denny Laine

Red Light, Green Light, Strawberry Wine (@savageandwise). Another all time favorite. Linda POV. A hot and angry threesome while Paul is waiting for John to call him back again.

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Unusual POV's

The Macs (@revollver). 1969 'we eloped to Scotland' John and Paul through the eyes of Mike McCartney.

Playing the Mind Guerilla (Anonymous). John and Paul through the eyes of George, Stu, and (wait for it) Nigel Walley.

I've Seen You, Beauty (bakerstreetafternoon). Paris '61 John and Paul through the eyes of Jürgen Vollmer.

Another Girl (@boshemians). AHDN Beatles through the eyes of Astrid Kirchherr.

Why Buy the Cow (RedheadAmongWolves). Early Days John and Paul through the eyes of the milkman.

I only have eyes for you (ififellinlovewithyou). John's collage and body horror.

Butts and Beatles: What the Ciggie Carton Saw (@waveofahand). The Beatles through the eyes of their cigarettes.

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Paul McCartney/Yoko Ono; Paul McCartney & Yoko Ono

Raglan Road (@savageandwise): Paul and Yoko make love after John's death. "He was their shared language. He was their lexicon. Their language was John."

White Swan, Black Swan (@savageandwise). Companion piece to the above. Yoko writes a poem to Paul. Incredible. This is the stuff I live for.

mesmerized by mythology (peculiar_mademoiselle). Paul and Yoko through the years.

Opposites (Selena). 1975. A visit from Paul and Linda to the Dakota. From Yoko's point of view.

Regeneration (@scurator). Yoko and Paul as widows. Paul is flirting. Yoko is not disinclined.

a great threat (@pauls1967moustache). Paul and Yoko are both women, and artists, and John's partners, and it makes everything so much worse.

modern love (caesdoublesteps). To break the angsty mood: Paul and Yoko meet to discuss her handing over the movie Self Portrait. Yoko POV; very amusing!

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Paul McCartney/Stuart Sutcliffe; Paul McCartney & Stuart Sutcliffe

The Bass Lesson (@aquarianshift). I sill stop reccing this hot, awkward, throbbing-with-resentment Paul/Stu sex when I'm dead.

Baselines (cloudy_blue). Stu hands over his bass guitar to Paul.

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And finally: Some @ilovedig Originals!

I Lost My Little Boy (Paul/Ian James, Paul/John). The Woolton Fete, but it starts as a date for Paul and Ian James.

Jane Did an Interview (Paul/everyone). Open-ended series with self-contained chapters. Old Paul and a possible life partner respond to Jane Asher's ominous refusal to mention Paul in an interview. Mini relationship portraits, from John to Klaus Voormann.

Happy Birthday! I hope the universe will send that epic and romantic Paul McCartney/Werner 'Icke' Braun-fic your way...sooner rather than later!

[s-exy-sapphillean]

I've recovered enough from the horrors of academic writing that i'm able to write for my own enjoyment again so here's a Runaways snippet. A little insight into how i'm writing Andrew on meds in this. Also me unveiling the stupid fake name i picked for Jean, one with intentional big potential to be mispronounced in the most painfully american way.

This was entirely written on mobile so formatting might look stupid on desktop.

Canon typical CWs for violence + mild dissociation

`Neil Josten and Louis DuBois. Louis and Neil. Josten and DuBois,’ Andrew rolled the names of the two men they were here for around in his head while idly plucking at the netting of some random highschooler’s racket. It wasn't that he was particularly interested in the two teenagers or their sob-stories, he honestly couldn't care less, but it helped keep the boredom at bay. The same way keeping his hands occupied kept him from chewing his fingernails any shorter.

He was here because Kevin had insisted on coming, so Andrew had to follow. Not because Andrew had chosen to come. Kevin was obsessed with that striker – something about the way he played – and felt the need to be here to make sure everything would “go smoothly”.

To Andrew, the only thing that had stood out as mildly interesting about the recruits was the reason they were here for two and not just one, the reason why they were getting another fucking backliner. He did not care about the ramifications for the team but he did care about the additional new idiot in his proximity. But it seemed inevitable with how fixated Kevin had become on Josten.

“A package deal” is what their coach had pitched them as. Can't have one without the other. Which worked out great for Josten, considering he only qualified for Wymack’s recruitment criteria by association. Of course he was still willing to take it, considering it meant getting both the striker sub they needed and a new broken pup to save, even if they were not the same person.

Andrew had not been amused when Coach had drawn a comparison to his, Aaron and Nicky’s own recruitment. He could still feel that ball of tension in his gut and at the base of his head, even now as he was just thinking about it. A coiling feeling just out of reach, no real tangible emotion, just physical reaction. But it felt just a little bit closer as he half listened to the raised voices sounding through the door.

Apart from Wymack predictably matching the volume, there was only one loud unknown voice. A lot of “we” and “us” and “he” besides the “I”s. Someone certainly liked speaking for others. Or just one other. Controlling boyfriend?

Andrew didn't care but thinking about it was like reaching for that tension at the base of the skull, like hooking his finger into a rubber band rooted there and pulling, straining it even further. Irritation? Annoyance? Anger? Still not quite an emotion but closer.

The door to the locker room banged open, slamming into the wall with even more noise and in stormed two men. Or rather, one stormed, seeming to drag the other behind him. It looked almost comical, someone Andrew’s own size dragging a man almost two feet taller behind him like that. So it must have been Josten speaking for DuBois.

Zeroing in on where the smaller man’s fingers held DuBois by the wrist, Andrew wrapped his own around the racket and pulled that rubber band until it snapped. A violent release of tension, a swing of a racket, an impressively quiet gasp of pain and chaos erupted.

“Are you fucking insane!? You could have broken his hand! He needs it to play!” Kevin was screaming at him immediately. Predictably mixed with the anger was fear and Andrew watched Kevin clutch his own hand like he was the one who had been struck.

But there was a new voice as well, DuBois finally opening his mouth to curse Andrew out in what he assumed was french. The frenchman’s focus swung between glaring daggers at Andrew and cradling Josten close, trying to check on his wrist.

Andrew watched the scene, feeling nothing. He’d gotten some release but it wasn’t particularly satisfying or entertaining, and now he had no tension to prod at anymore. Lazily swinging the racket up over his shoulder, he drawled: “He’ll have to sign the contract for it to matter at all to you if he plays or not.”

Andreil first meeting. Yay?

Tagging @bisexualfagdyke

[fromtenthousandfeet]

were you a jimin fan at some point? or am i misremembering?

I am definitely a Jimin fan. I think he's a rare talent and I sincerely hope he can escape the clutches of HYBE and go to a label that will nurture his talent and support his career properly.

Lots of people like to compare Jimin to Michael Jackson, but I think it's more apt to compare him to Madonna. Yes, she's super creepy these days, but at the height of her career, she was a cultural phenomenon and a style icon. Like Jimin, she started out as a dancer, and like Jimin, she left her dance studies to make it big (she dropped out of the University of Michigan and moved to New York City). She was full of ambition, fresh ideas, and an incredible work ethic. Michael Jackson, on the other hand, had no control over the trajectory of his young life in the music industry because it was all his parents' doing. And to be honest, despite his massive fame and success, his life was mired in controversy. Young people only seem to know about MJ as The King of Pop, but I don't think they realize the way he was ruthlessly hounded by the press - especially the tabloids. And to be honest, it was hard to keep up with some of his bizarre behaviors and his concerning obsession with plastic surgery. Was he a pedophile? Was he framed for money? Who knows, but I wouldn't wish Michael Jackson's life on anybody. I'm grateful for his incredible talent and the music/dance legacy he left, but he didn't have an easy life.

Back in the early days of Amazon Prime Video - when there was absolutely nothing on there to watch - I found an unauthorized documentary about Madonna made by her former boyfriend/housemate/bandmate. He was actually incredibly complimentary of her. He explained that Madonna wanted to be in his band, so she taught herself to play the drums! She wrote her own music. And, he said, she was so driven that it quickly became clear she had outgrown the band, who were happy with just having some modest success in NY bars.

Long story short, I see so many similarities between Jimin and Madonna. They both have a background in dance that makes them incredible performers. I love to watch Jimin dance. He is such a unique talent. Do non-dancers understand this? As you watch him dance, it is impossible to differentiate the dancer from the dance. He IS the choreography. He conveys so much emotion in every movement and every facial expression.

Madonna would completely reinvent herself from one album to the next. Lucky Star Madonna was nothing like Material Girl Madonna, let alone Vogue Madonna. Jimin is the same. From Promise, to Lie, to Serendipity, to Like Crazy, to SMFpt2, to Who, you never know what to expect from Jimin, but you can be sure he's put his whole heart and effort into creating a work of art. I love that fans have no idea what to expect from him next.

I'm rooting for Jimin! I can't wait to see what he does once he's finished with his military service. And I'd love to see him soar as an unfettered solo artist, assuming that's what he wants to do.

[colorfulraven]

Smart to send as an ask! Goodbye Blues by The Hush Sound for our artist swap!!

OKAY only a month late but i have been listening to this album off and on for the entire time. it was one of my favorites in high school, so it will forever be intertwined with the emotions i felt (which, as a high schooler, were A Lot).

intro starting off with a big theme of haunting slightly out of tune melodies. this is and will always be what i associate with the hush sound.

honey this song was like a theme song with my first real boyfriend, but i don't think i realized how much until just now. we dated for about a month early freshman year, and then he was obsessed with me until basically graduation.

medicine man "i don't wanna be the one you forget. i don't just want to be your regret" this line slaps.

the boys are too refined really love the plucky arpeggios of the piano. really all the syncopation in this song is so good.

hurricane it's just such an ache-y song in a beautiful way. i hate when people try to pull the love too late card irl cause it's almost always just an excuse for cheating which i can't stand. however, this song almost makes me forgive them.

as you cry such an upbeat break-up song. also i am sorry for constantly just bringing up my high school love life, BUT i did warn you this came out when i was in high school. my senior year prom date, we went as friends and had a great time. he was from another school and lived about an hour away, so he stayed at my parents house after after-prom, and we stayed up all night just talking about life. some time after that, he asked me if i would be his girlfriend (over the phone). later i came to his high school's choir concert (which he was in) and the next day (i stayed at another of my friend's houses cause as mentioned an hour away) we went out to breakfast and it was the MOST AWKWARD THING ever he wouldn't talk and the vibes were just weird. keep in mind, this was the first and only time we had seen each other in person since "dating" and i asked for a kiss before we parted ways. he called me that night to break up with me, which i was expecting cause it was obvious neither of us really wanted to be more than just friends. ANYWAY all that to say this song reminds me of him and that situation.

six (interlude) more albums should have instrumental interludes.

molasses i like this song, but i don't really have much to say about it.

that's okay another sad song (affectionate). honestly this one kind of felt like the transition from high school to university. like, i didn't particularly enjoy high school, but it was known and there were people there that i liked and liked me, and i had made a name for myself.

not your concern i love "i am not your concern, the world will still turn when i'm not around" and it's like a nice way of saying f you to the guy from honey lol.

love you much better this is exactly how i felt when i met my now husband and he was in love with my roommate. obviously, i did make him mine :)

hospital bed this song is very much the same vibes as a band from some of my classmates in uni. every time it came on, even knowing it isn't, once it ended i would start singing one of their songs next.

break the sky i think this song is a good one for the end of the album. it's hopeful.

[strawberryflavoredvenum]

Creepypasta hcs:

Helen otis

Extremely introverted. He doesn't talk to the other proxies much but he's done a portrait for all of them.

He hated when Nina covered hers with stickers.

He's autistic(because I say so) and he has a special interest in blood splatter analysis, decomposition, and painting fundamentals.

The other proxies bring him paints/ blood. He's very picky so he only uses some of them. The rest will sit on his dresser to eventually dry up. X virus brings him colorful chemicals and tries to get Helen to use them but Helen doesn't like to change his red color scheme. He found something that works for him and doesn't feel like changing it. X virus never gave up though.

He's also picky when it comes to other aspects of his life like food, clothes, and people. He is good friends with x virus, he gets nervous around the girls, and he appreciates eyeless Jack as a calming figure. He doesn't particularly like laughing Jack but he is obsessed with his looks. LJ is somewhat of a muse for helen and he's Helen's favorite person to draw.

Clockwork/Natalie

She collects stuffed animals and was definitely a squishmelo girlie. They are in a pile in the corner of her bed and she feels bad when they fall on the floor.

She's always wanted a little sister and feels extreme sympathy for Sally, especially with what happened with Lucus. She is very protective and feels bad that Sally has to live in the mansion, and not a normal, happy family.

She has a warrior cat phase in middle school and she was a wolf girl. She would pretend to be a medicine cat with her friend.

She over shares a lot. She just gets so excited and loves talking to people and having friends that she doesn't think about it. Some people are uncomfortable with this but her friends don't mind.

She originally didn't like toby, she thought that he wanted her and was uncomfortable. They eventually became friends and she learned that toby would never try anything like that. She doesn't hang out with boys but she's cool with toby. Toby admires her ability to be one of the most sane proxies and she reminds him of Lyra. (as sane as a proxy can be lol)

Sally

The other proxies try their best to keep anything violent away from her.

She hates that there aren't many kids her age to be friends with.(except lazari) She makes up imaginary friends and has a lot of dolls.

She hates laughing Jack. Absolutely hates him. He always freaked her out but she overheard how he kills kids from one of the other proxies and it confirmed her fear. Laughing Jack understands this and avoids her. He wouldn't hurt her but only because she lives in the mansion. He doesn't actually care for her.

She is prone to tantrums and fits of anger. It's annoying but the proxies mostly just feel bad. She's been through so much at such a young age and has a lot of emotions.

She thinks Nina is SO cool. She wants to look just like her when she grows up. Nina loves that Sally looks up to her. Nina gives Sally age appropriate hand me downs like stuffed animals, blankets, and band tees. The shirts are more like dresses on Sally but Sally doesn't care.

Laughing jack

He is a controversial figure in the house. Some people are freaked out by him, some find him annoying, most people make it a point to not get on his bad side.

As a powerful entity, he often questions why he would have to listen to Slenderman.

Laughing Jack and Jill are the same person. He is genderless and can switch to look like a specific gender if it benefit him.

All he cares about is chaos and torment. He doesn't hurt the other proxies because they are also violent and he respects that. The more violence in the world the better. He loves causing problems in the house though.

Eyeless jack

He's very chill. He doesn't start drama in the house and generally gets along with everyone.

He vapes. Sometimes weed but mostly nicotine. He constantly smells like vape and it annoys other proxies a bit. Especially when he sits on the porch vaping. Nina also vapes and they do it together sometimes (he will find any excuse to hang out with her because he has a crush). The other proxies find it cringe.

He doesn't just eat kidneys but he does prefer them. He keeps a mini fridge in his room so he doesn't have to keep organs in the kitchen fridge. He doesn't like eating in front of others either.

He gets along well with Lulu. They are shockingly similar and they both find it cool. He jokes sometimes that they are long lost twins.

[lover-of-mine]

hi yes you aren't just a gifmaker to me. ive listened to take my hand because of you! question: what are your fav buddiecoded 5sos songs? i wanna listen to them and develop a new band obsession

I'm happy you've listened to take my hand because of my edits!!!!! I've been preparing my whole life for this question mspaksoakaokapakaoa

I'm actually gonna start this list with a 5sos adjacent song, the lead singer, Luke Hemmings, he has a solo album (incredible album, it's called when facing the things we turn away from, maybe check it out if you feel like it) but he has a song called slip away that I can't hear without thinking about buddie, I even made a video (you can watch it here if you want).

Invisible is the most pre 118 Buck song ever and I take no criticism about that. That one has a set because I didn't feel emotionally stable enough to make the video lol. And TEARS! is very Eddie coded (here's the video lol). High is also really Buck coded. (Edit)

I like making castaway, if you don't know and moodswings about the cemetery and the lawsuit, the moments where we question how we can keep watching buddie breakup if they're not even together. If you don't know is not available in the us tho, so if you're from there you may not be able to hear it. I like picturing established buddie to disconnected so that's another one. I also have video edits of caramel, and lover of mine, those are a bit about me really liking the song (lover of mine is why my url is what it is lol) and forcing it to fit but they are really good songs.

Some blanket recommendations that I take out of context to fit them are: ghost of you, talk fast, close as strangers, story of another us, you don't go to parties (there's a line about a couch lol) and lonely heart. And I am legally required to recommend jet black heart to anyone asking about 5sos. And outerspace/carry on. And my personal favorite 5sos songs are airplanes, red line and wrapped around your finger (I am writing a whole buddie fic based on wrapped so maybe you can make it about them kspakapakap)

And I have a tag for 5sos inspired edits. I'm pretty sure all the songs I've used in an edit before are here tho. (I went to check and that's a lie: other songs I have used for 911 are: emotions (this one is very Eddie coded), bad omens (highkey one of the best 5sos songs), kill my time, not in the same way, vapor, tomorrow never dies, thin white lies, take what you want and bleach, but these are mostly out of context lines I think would fit them)

[br1ghtestlight]

okay first of all im not convinced that rudy didn't buy tickets only bcuz louise annoyed him about it and he vaguely recognized the bands name from one of his dads old records FJDMDNSMSMSJ

why doesn't tina get to go to the old man concert w/ gene louise and their friends 😭

love how both concerts that tina mentioned going to were boyz 4 now concerts and that BOTH of them were actual episodes in the show. this is why catching up on bob's burgers lore is so important. these are the things you'd miss!!!!

NOOO NOT THE KING BREAKING HIS PAW this is a code red emergency

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT QUINCE BURGER BANGER NAME‼️‼️ have the bobs burgers writers seen the hawk and chick bb/eeaao comparison gifsets. do they even know that they made me cry. i want you to know how much i love and support you even if you stop fighting monsters with me someday and do taxes instead. okay sorry i got distracted

rudy!!!!

okay MAYBE i missed them saying that the concert had paid entrance or something but this is a block party?? could they not just go downstairs and watch the band outside. like it might not be premium seats but at least they'd be going to their first concert ?

most normal louise and rudy interaction

LINDA IS GONNA GET LITTLE KING TRASHMOUTH EUTHANIZED GOOD GOD 😭😭😭😭💔💔

why is tina being the voice of reason here LMAO like at least google how to capture an injured raccoon or something

OH ITS NOT THAT HARD. GOOD WHEELS ON THIS THING obsessed w/ teddy in this subplot(??) i missed him

i feel like this episode has the same problem as the st patrick's day episode where despite the episode's title and description trying to make the subplot the main focus of the episode its also Clearly the subplot to a more important storyline. which is fine bcuz they're both entertaining in this episode but its gonna be confusing as hell in the future trying to find this episode 😭

"maybe it would be easier to watch the concert from the street" IM SAYING LIKE?? literally what was louise's plan here. im obsessed with her

girl. all this for like six pieces of candy

THIS HAS NO REASON TO BE SO STRESSFUL im shaking im so worried about little king trashmouth... if anything bad happens to him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. that would literally be bury your gays. to me

not bob having another burger related existential crisis ☹️☹️

bob has failed to realize he could cook literally ANY other food if he really wanted to. but i will admit he likes cooking the burgers. and tbh?? what he described sounded like an autistic dream so maybe he simply does not understand the vision like me and u bob. maybe he just doesn't get it

"is that magic marker?" "what makes you say that??" "my.... eyes?"

actually where the HELL did they get those shirts they're too big to be louise's but wayy too small to gene's this is the actual mystery in the episode. possibly maybe tina's old shirts or something??

today we learned that linda buys her wine from the liquor store on their block which was Probably obvious but cool to see it confirmed

OH HELL NOO BOB IS GETTIN OLDER

also kinda funny to say this when big bob is Literally in next weeks episode and seems happy enough running his diner.... like bob have you considered maybe you LIKE cooking for people and thats okay?? your dad does too. some people are happy to do one thing forever and thats not like a Problem unless you're unhappy

awww they're such cuties dancing together

ROMANTIC RACCOON REUNION 💕💕🏳️‍🌈

"Well there are moments, you know... when the band locks in, the crowd is with them and everything they ever loved about playing music comes flooding back in a rush of pure heavenly emotion. All that crap."

"But... all these decades later, they still have them? The moments?"

"You tell me."

😭😭 WHY DID THIS PART OF THE EPISODE MAKE ME WANNA CRY I HAVE TO GET A VIDEO OF IT OR SOMETHING. WHAT THE HELL too real for creative people..... omg. this season has a lot of moments like that about the creative process like gene's song etc

YOUNG BOB‼️‼️ OHH HES SUCH A GENTLEMAN bob my beloved

THIS EPISODE WAS VERY CUTE?? very silly subplot w/ linda and the raccoons and then louise and gene and their friends. bob's little crisis in the middle there got to me harder than anticipated (i think they could have easily made that into its own episode but considering they've done similar concepts in the past i dont hate that they didn't flesh that out as much as they could have. we already KINDA know where bob is coming from here) and the ending clip with bob singing was soo silly im gonna need to post that too. fun episode!

[manofbeskar]

I apologize for what I said to you yesterday. I shouldn't have said that. I meant it when I said I loved your writings about Mishanks. They helped me through a very difficult time, especially the rock band au. It gave me a lot of mental support and allowed me to move on.

But unfortunately, my life was so bad that I lost control of my emotions and said excessive words. I shouldn't have brought negative emotions to you. I'm really sorry. But when I saw that, I felt like a friend betrayed me, which made me very depressed and disappointed, even though we were strangers. In real life, my friendship with my friends is also in jeopardy, which makes me very sad. I'm also unlucky and everything I do goes wrong. I also want to have a friend like Shanks who can listen to my complaints and won't ignore me. I really envy Mihawk for having such a little sun. Every dark cloud has its own little sun, right? That's why I'm so obsessed with Mishanks, because I also want a little sun.

I'm sorry to tell you this shit, but I don't know who to tell it to. I'm really really sorry, I'm very sad, exhausted, and my mind is not clear. I apologize to you again.

don't worry about it, i didn't take anything to heart, none of it offended me at all!

i understand, mishanks means a lot to me too. i'm like you that i want a relationship with someone where i can find some sun. i'm glad my art and writing helped you. it also helps me with my own feelings. in the same way i also struggle a lot with being happy, which is why i spend a lot of time drawing things that make me happy or interest me. while mishanks is most of that content now, i do like to draw other things also—as much as i like drawing and writing mishanks, you must understand doing the same thing 24/7 will also kill the creativity: i will run out of ideas faster! so it is better to draw something else here and there.

i'm aware you (and others!) may not entirely like other content i post (not just mihawk x king, but other fandoms, ocs, etc). which is fine! everyone has their opinions and they are free to have them. but i think it is also better for both of us if i can space out my mishanks ideas with fun breaks, so we can enjoy them longer as we both find happiness in it :)

i know people can feel a kind of connectedness to people through the art they make, so i can understand the "betrayal" feeling. i can understand the upset (who likes when someone they followed for a specific thing suddenly posts something else, right?) which is why i assured you a few times that i am drawing mihawk x king for fun. drawing and writing is a stress reliever; to be honest with you, i feel very depressed a lot of the time. so i have to come up with ideas and art/stories to distract myself. as i said before, mishanks is my favourite one piece ship, you don't have to worry about if i will ever pick mihawk x king over it because i won't. (it's hard to like anything more than mishanks, they're perfect!) we can all have fun and be happy together :)

i appreciate the apology though, but i did not feel offended at all so don't worry. even if i was upset, i find it unnecessary to hold grudges about this kind of thing. no harm no foul :)

[the80srewinders]

A Michael Hutchence Tribute Post

We're deep into the 80s- and the music is what started it all. Its what helped us find common ground and band together as a system, which helped us reach functional multiplicity. The 80s helped us heal, and 80s music has been very centric to that. And one of those bands we all love is INXS.

I, host (co writing with Kenzie) heard INXS as a 13 year old who had no knowledge of DID nor that I had it and very little about my past including most of the trauma. When I first heard them, I was a stranger to myself, a stranger in my own body, and didn't even know it. I had so much self discovery to do and at the time did none of it. But I also didn't know I needed to do self discovery. Sure, I had the out of body experience a few times a month, I'd stare off and suddenly the object I was staring at would feel like it didn't really exist scaring me, I'd be daydreaming all the time, noticed a tad of amnesia (when I got older I realized there was more amnesia than I noticed) and heard inner voices. But I thought my brain was "just weird and rare." When I first got into this 80s thing I was only half-foot in the wading pool with it and just liked the music. INXS was one of those bands that got me into the 80s.

A few years into our 80s obsession (music and all) I started actually deep diving into INXS and their discography. Which would be last year. I didn't read anything about the members though, and when I did a few days ago, I felt sad to hear Michael Hutchence (the lead singer, who I previously didn't know the name of) died before the body was born. He gave off this energy that to hear and watch the music videos, you'd think he was still alive. He seemed like he would never die, he had this special innocent charm to him. And I'll admit, watching the music videos before we found out about his death we all had a crush on him somewhat. His death was a sudden emotional blow to us even though we weren't around in the same lifetime.

From what we've read about Michael Hutchence, he was the sweetest and most loving, thoughtful guy. Very affectionate in ways you don't see every day, and he made a lasting impression on the fans he met and never got to meet. He's one of those special people that have so much love to give and aren't afraid to give it. We need more people like that in the world instead of people who inhibit their love for others because of society constructs that don't match up with human nature. We are supposed to be a little like Michael Hutchence- openly kind, affectionate and generous. Make this your sign to spread some love and warmth around to those who you love or need it, even if its just helping out a stranger on the internet who needs some kind words or hugging your friends. We all need a little bit of Michael Hutchence in our lives- not just his music, but his kindness and generosity he showed.

Here's to you, Michael Hutchence. We will continue to keep your memory alive and carry a little bit of you- the best parts of you- in us. We'll try to share those parts with others. We might have not been alive in the same timeframe, but you still have made a lasting impression on us, inspired us when we lost direction. Now we're filled with so many words and ideas and its because of you. We love you so much. Rock on and spread the love, wherever you are, sweetheart.

[tommyssupercoolblog]

me and seán are the perfect couple because we're both adhd and both autistic but in like a different way so we're autism rizzing each OTHER

we're like twins because we have so much in common but at the same time we're opposites, like- our personalities click together and we have the same sense of humour and agree on important things, but our interests and the ways we express outselves are sososo different.

and even though if u put our personality traits on a list some of them would be the same, even those are life, executed differently. Seán is funny but in a different way than me- we like the same jokes but talk different and think of different things so he'll come up with a joke i didn't think about and it makes me laugh. He's loud but in a different way than me (sometimes he gets scared and he has to warm up socially like ice into water before he starts screaming. i walk in already all capital letters).

we're like,,, the best of both worlds. the same but also different.

manic pixie bright colours kitty autistic who doesn't understand social cues and has texture problems who needs routine or will explode, who has his partner as a special intrest because he's so very autistic about him X silly softboy all-black-wearing puppy autistic who is always a little scared and will like fall over if there are too many lights and cannot multitask or he'll crash like a computer, and also is obsessed with emo bands and metal music and scary things. thinks kitty autistic can do no wrong and is protect him.

WE ARE BOTH. READY TO BITE U FOR EACH OTHER.

and we're codependent but like so are dan and phil. who cares. yes we both have seperation anxiety and we have to both be fronting together or we panic but it's okay because that doesn't happen. if we had seperate bodies tho we'd still be like that prolly. i would be standing outside the restroom at restaurants waiting for him like a lost animal and we'd be reading notifications together and never go anywhere separately and i'd bring him to job interviews like "hi he's my emotional support husband he has to be here too or i won't take the job, ur hiring both of us". i'm like "we have to go to the grocery store" and he's like "okay" and we both go and buy everything together and then i need to go get a haircut and he's like "i'll go w u" lmao. we would get made fun of alot probobally. holding hands in the dennys (like we already do) but visibly this time. and again dan and phil are already like this so don't even @ me

the upside of being plural is that if you're fucking deranged and cry when the other one isn't around u uh,,, don't have to worry abt it!!!! grins and sticks my tounge out and finger guns AYYY hehe

anyway we're the fucking best don't @ me no romance compares there is nothing greater in the world andddd i love him. soulmates forreal. for serious im /srs /gen

[tolbachik]

hello! it's me again, but this time with an actual identifier (🌯 from here on)! sorry about that, it's my first time doing this and i had no clue about the other santa haha

i did check out the Telex albums you mentioned and they were quite interesting! while it's not the exact same thing, it kinda brought me back to the 3-4 years i was obsessed with new wave/post-punk. in particular, their take on 'Ça plan pour moi' reminded me a lot of the slower tracks on Начальник Камчатки by Kino (a Soviet-era album, funnily enough!), though with more processed vocals.

as for myself, i've mostly been listening to Burrito Deluxe by The Flying Burrito Brothers & Music From Big Pink by The Band, as well as Hermit From Mink Hollow by Todd Rundgren (A Wizard, A True Star was the album that got me into him).. which is almost all stuff that i would've disliked 'back then'. have you ever experienced that sort of major shift in taste yourself?

- 🌯

Hi!! It's totally ok, this is my first time doing SRS too! I had the same thing happen to me; the person I'm a SRS for has two as well, and I didn't identify myself at first either lol Tell me a bit about yourself, if you'd like!

Oh, nice! What did you think? I forget how I got into them really, but I used to be obsessed with Kraftwerk when I was younger; seeing Telex kinda be like Kraftwerk but with more emotion and better melodies, I just kinda stuck with them. I do still like Kraftwerk, but not as much as I used to after finding them! How exciting, another person who listens to music from the Soviet Union! I only know a few Kino songs, so I'll give that album a look then when I have the extra time. I'm looking forward to it; from what I've heard from them, I enjoy their work a lot! I tend to stick to the more funk/jazz/electronic side of Soviet music, but I'll give anything a shot, really. Do you like any other Soviet musicians?

I really like exploring stuff from the Soviet Union, y'know? As an American, they're always portrayed as these godless, emotionless, unfeeling people who lived in poverty. Looking into Soviet animation, music, and artwork, that's far from the truth; it's some of the most unique and imaginative stuff I've seen!

Nice! I'll have to give the Flying Burrito Brothers a chance too at some point; I've never heard their work! Same for more of Todd Rundgren's work; I've only listened to parts of Something / Anything? and the entirety of A Wizard / A True Star, but that's it. Oh yeah, I totally get that. When I was in my teens, I used to pretty much only listen exclusively to breakcore. Nowadays, I don't at all, really! I've switched to listening to mostly stuff from the 1960s-1990s, with a few outliers here and there of course. It's really interesting how your taste in stuff evolves over time, huh? Thank you so much for the ask, I hope you have a great day!! Take care!

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #090

(taken december 15th last year; uploading surveys taken while gone)

Do you like pickles? I do, but only dill. There's another kind that some people use for burgers that is way too sweet.

What does your favorite shirt say about you? Currently, people probably correctly assume that I'm very much an advocate for equality (the shirt says "equal in our bones"), like skulls (features one), and am a supporter of Mark and Sean (Cloak is Markiplier and jacksepticeye's business). I am quite quite sure though that I'm getting a Rammstein shirt for Christmas (my mom is full aware that I am obsessed and it was one of the highest items on my list), and it's probably gonna be my new favorite or tied with the Cloak one, depending on how it fits probably.

Have you ever thought you could do a better job at being president? Than Trump? Yep, and that says A LOT because I hate politics and want NO position in the limelight, but a fucking toddler coulda done better than him. Any other president, no, I don't think so, at least not off the top of my head.

Best field trip experience? 5th grade, to the Asheboro Zoo. At that time they had meerkats and I thought I was going to pass out seeing them for the first (and so far only, sobs) time lmao.

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? It's exciting and I wanna know their favorite bands and songs, lol.

Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? My sister's husbands and really her in-laws in general.

If you have a job, who is your least favorite coworker/manager? Unemployed.

Favorite episode of Spongebob? Maaaan that's hard, Spongebob slaps. Maybe the pizza delivery one.

Do you have any silly/odd emotional connections to anything/anyone? The pebble I got for my "graduation" from the partial hospitalization program that changed my life. Everyone who was finishing the program was able to pick one from a jar, and it was meant to symbolize how stones go through such immense stress and pressure to become something shiny and beautiful. My classmates all held it in their hands as they told me goodbye and wished me well. I would break the fuck down if I lost that pebble, I'm seriously starting to tear up just talking about it. It's literally on this desk for me to see.

What bug frightens you most? Murder hornets lmfao. Stag beetles also seriously creep me out, but they look cool.

Are your parents supportive of you? Yes.

When was the last time you cried and why? Earlier today, a little bit. Ma and I drove to Wal-Mart to pick up a grocery order, and we passed by this clearly homeless woman that stays in this shopping center with some stuff in a cart. Mom sees her every time she passes. It is absolutely frigid and really rainy out today, and Mom decided to go to the Chick-fil-a across the street to get her food and a coffee. (I want to take a moment to add my mother helps out homeless people a lot with food and I think once even a drive somewhere, she is just so fucking generous.) I've been with her before when she's done stuff like this, but idk, this time just really fucking moved me and I started smiling so big and crying a bit as I watched her go over to the woman. This poor woman was keeping warm with some little candles lit in her cart, leaning over it. It just broke my heart so, so deeply. I'm crying now writing about it, I just wish this world was nicer to people. This world's an unfair nightmare.

How’s your week been? It's... actually been decent? I went up on a med recently and I've been notably more motivated and just happier.

When did you last eat pizza? [TW: EATING DISORDER MENTION/BEHAVIOR-ISH] Mom put a small one in the oven the other day when Girt was here. He didn't eat any though, he's stubborn as a mule about eating these healthy dinners he routinely orders, and he almost always brings one here when he visits. I have absolutely nothing whatsoever against him wanting to be healthy, but I still worry because this man is in perfectly healthy shape and is still convinced he needs to lose weight so sticks to them. He's very into the idea of losing I think like ten pounds and me, his family, and my mom are all like... you'd be underweight. And he once got pretty defensive about it with his sister, like he clearly believes he's not where he should be when he is, and I really do worry he has a degree of self-image issues he's never admitted to. Wow, this was a question about pizza lmao.

Are you currently frustrated with someone? No, not that I can think of.

Has anyone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? Yeah; my (sadly, now former) therapist had to give up on getting me into pretty much the best mental health service in this area; she and the psychiatrist that worked with her/me were only ever meant to be temporary, and my visits are up with them/insurance won't cover any more, and the desired place was simply much too far behind on referals to get me in in time. I was real bummed. I've instead been accepted somewhere else that Mom doesn't like, but Samantha (old therapist) reassured her their mental health care was well-received, so we're trying it anyway. I don't have much of a choice. I was supposed to be settled with an official psych care team in MARCH right when I got out of the hospital. The year is ending.

What was the last thing you heated up in your microwave? Pizza rolls.

Were you born somewhere other than a hospital? Nope. Just a pretty wild fun fact though, the same doctor who delivered my sisters and me also delivered Ashley's kids, haha. ... I think? Maybe just one or two? He retired at some point.

Are you currently listening to music or watching TV? I'm listening to "Lydia" by Highly Suspect.

What was the last thing you watched on TV? The first two (or three?) episodes of 1899 w/ Girt. I actually really wanna watch more of it this weekend since he's staying with me, I am SO curious about the story.

When you go out drinking, what do you prefer to drink? A margarita or sangria. Something sweet that doesn't have a strong alcohol taste.

Do you prefer regular or electric toothbrushes? Electric.

Have you received any compliments about your appearance today? No, only my mom's seen me and I've got nothing special going on.

What is your favourite type of cat? ORIENTAL SHORTHAIRS!!!!! lil Dumbo alien cats <333333

What religion were you raised in? Are you still that religion, if you had one? Roman Catholicism, and hell fucking no. Even as a child it didn't sit right with me, but I "believed" because I didn't want to go to Hell. Teaching your children that's their fate if they don't believe in a magical, manipulative, imaginary cast is abuse, btw.

What religion/spiritual path intrigues you the most, if any? Pagan stuff, like Wicca, or even atheistic modern Satanism (do your research before you get any ideas). I personally don't hold any of these belief systems because I think they make us humans seem more important than we really are (to me we are literally but little specks in an infinite space, in a tiny snapshot of time, that gives no shits about us), but the idea of finding holiness and divinity in oneself is absolutely alluring.

How many members are there in your favorite band and which is your favorite member? Gotta be honest, the only band member I know in Ozzy's solo career that is still a part of it is himself, haha. But man I would pick Ozzy REGARDLESS of the others, lol. For Rammstein, there's six guys, and I pray to Richard Kruspe at night while also utterly adoring Ollie because we're actually very similar, at least from the things that are public about him. I love all of them though, they are SUCH characters and absolute goofs together.

What heritage does your last name imply? Irish.

Name a stereotype from your country/culture. Do you agree with it? North America thinks it owns the whole fucking world, and in general, I do feel like most Americans think that, that we're like the main protagonists in life's story. Hell no we're not lmao.

Do women breastfeeding in public make you feel uncomfortable? Why or why not? No, because guess what the fuck tits are for, and a hungry child should be fed when it's fucking hungry. I get HEATED about this topic. I'm that person that would genuinely sit with the woman if she was nervous to be a very willing guard dog, my shyness would be GONE.

In the last week, what’s the kindest thing that someone has done for you? Girt showing up with that squishmallow *and* his entire work schedule printed for the whole next year really meant a lot. ;__; The plush came from nowhere and he wanted me to have his work schedule just so I know where he is, what days are candidates for hanging out, etc. I did emphasize to him though that even on days he's off, if he doesn't wanna hang out and I ask, he better be honest about it because that is entirely fine, he's allowed to have personal time whenever he wants, and I do think he understood and is willing to do that, he's always been very honest.

What was the last kind of crisps you ate? Uhhhh crunchy hot Cheetos awhile back.

Do you think it is bad to have sex at your age? I am almost 27 bro, absolutely not.

Will you be having sex in the near future? To be entirely transparent probably because my mom is about to be out of state for almost a week, Girt is planning on staying with me so I'm not alone, and the only reason we HAVEN'T gone that far yet is because we both live with our moms right now and the idea of going that far with a mom like in the next room or something is Very Uncomfy lmao especially when I'm a virgin so I have zero idea how I'd react.

What is your ring tone? Something that came with the phone. It's always on vibrate, so I really don't even know what it is.

Have you ever phoned a sex hot line? ON GOD when my little sister, neighbor, and I had our prank call phase as kids, we once accidentally found one 😭

When was the last time you made friends with old enemies? I mean I guess when Rachel (Jason's ex/first real gf) reached out to me on Facebook and we became friends. She hated my guts in high school because first Juan wanted me instead of her (I STILL don't know if they ever actually dated or what the hell they had going on), and then I dated Jason so apparently I "had a thing for her leftovers." She once even threatened to punch me and once aggressively snatched my arm during lunch to pull me in and tell me something that resulted in me leaving Juan (which ultimately was a blessing in disguise for sure). We're totally cool now though, she was a boy-crazy teenager with an attitude, but now we'll sometimes like comment on each others stuff, react, yada yada, we're cool. She grew up, and so did I. She actually recently got married to one of my former classmates, I even almost WENT to the wedding (via public invite to FB friends) but decided I didn't care THAT much, lol.

Is there something that someone has done to you that you cannot forgive? Invalidate my trauma.

Do you find body hair sexy? Depends, I guess. I THINK I'm more attracted to less but idk.

Who was the last person in your bed other then yourself? Besides my cat, Girt.

Has anyone ever drunk called/texted you? I don't think so?

What is your current MySpace song? Ancient survey, but I DO remember it was fucking "Pocketful of Sunshine" lmfao

Can you do a backwards london bridges? God no, even when I was fit I couldn't bend back and do it. I could lay DOWN on the ground and push myself up to do it, but that's it.

Are any of your pets “overweight”? No. A vet said Cookie could lose a little bit of weight and be perfect, but she's not considered overweight either.

Has anyone ever bought you a ring? My mom has, as well as Jason. I ended up losing the one mom got me down the sink (was not happy, it was really pretty), and the one Jason got, the gem actually came off really quickly and I kept it and the ring itself in a treasure box for a while, but not anymore.

Name three of your favorite colors: Light pink, coral, and hot/neon pink. Basically, PINKS lmao.

Have you ever been baptized? I was as a baby, yeah. Wish I'd made it boil. :^)

Have you been circumcised? I'm a cis female so have not been in this situation.

Would you circumcise your son? This is a decision that I would mostly leave to Girt. Being naturally a woman I simply can't properly relate to/fathom this topic. From the perspective I DO have from what I *can* understand, I'd absolutely want my son to have ease of staying clean, and I also would never want him bullied (not that I'd want or expect my kid to share this information with pretty much anyone), but at the same time, genital mutilation is not fucking cool. I have zero idea what anesthetics (if any) they use or ANYTHING, so I'd have to research this topic more and get input from the dad.

[TW: RAPE/MOLESTATION] Have you ever been raped or molested? Not to my memory, though so many docs by now have asked me, and it's been brought up before that I might have SOME sort of repressed memory because of so, so many signs. I genuinely don't think I have been, like I remember NOTHING, but who the hell knows. I had two boys in pre-k that absolutely harassed me (I've talked about this recently so not doing it again), but I wouldn't call it anything more than that, I think.

Have you ever been sick on your birthday? Hm not quite, at least I don't think so. I do remember I was RECOVERING from a stomach bug one year; I didn't feel wonderful, but we went to dinner at Olive Garden, and at this time Jason worked there and got them to do the whole "happy birthday" singing thing.

Have you ever tried to poison someone? Uh NO??????????

Have you ever saved anyone from a fire? I've never been in this situation, and hopefully I absolutely never will be.

Have you ever had a seizure? No, but I pretty much constantly felt on the verge of having one when I was on the med that made me manic, and at one point I came VERY near to going to the ER because my body was just violently, and I mean violently, seizing at very short, random intervals. I was entirely convinced I was about to have a seizure, but thankfully I fell asleep after being awake for three straight days. Stopped the med the next morning.

Have you ever had pneumonia? No.

Have you ever had a tooth knocked out? I had some molars broken when I fainted onto my chin on the bathroom floor.

Have you had a menstrual period? I'm a cis female so yes, I've had one since I was like, 13-ish. I actually asked Ma when I started today bc we were talking about how one of my nieces is nearly old enough to start and I wanted to pass away right then and there, on god. She is NOT allowed to hit puberty ok.

Have you ever had kidney stones? No.

Have you ever been bitten by a venomous animal? No.

Have you ever been pregnant? No, and I better never be.

Have you ever been sedated or put under anesthesia? Yeah, to get my cyst removed. Best sleep of my life lmfao

Have you ever used shrooms or any other hallucinogen? Nah.

[luckandstrange]

I would like to add some of my own due to the fact that the length of time I have dedicated to this band is really taking a toll on me at the moment. I'm struggling a bit to think about the mass of it...

I chose them as the subject for my 8th grade final project in music class, thus changing the trajectory of my life forever. Said project is rife with inaccuracies.

First picture of Roger I saw shocked me because he looked so strange (apparently a universal experience)

I would spend every night of the rest of 8th grade scrolling the Pink Floyd search results on Deviantart, mostly just regular art, but it overwhelmed me with so many emotions that I had to frequently tab out.

Got into an insane amount of intimate discord drama in a chat with some of the most renowned Floyd artists at the time. I remained partial and got invited to the discord chat with the splitting individuals as well as staying in the original.

I jumped at any opportunity to detail the band's entire paraphrased history.

Classic case of "I was born in the wrong generation" and all its fix-ins.

Dogs was one of the first I listened to, both shocked and intrigued by its length.

I slowly realized that I had been hearing their music all of my life, so getting into them was even more fun.

I kept begging my parents to watch Live at Pompeii with me.

I fully convinced myself that this kid talking about the #NotMyRodgerick meme from Diary of a Wimpy Kid shortening it to #NotMyRoggie was talking about RW

I got so obsessed with Roger and Nick's friendship that I started shipping them and couldn't keep it subtle so I psyopped my friend into making these character versions of them where Roger was an Easter island head named Ouch and Nick was Bloo from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. I still have the clay figurine of Bloo Nick that I made. (don't ask)

When I went to see Roger in 2017 I was almost certain that I would've had the opportunity to run into him after the show. I didn't.

My friend and I went to a carnival, and while she was trying to talk to someone else on the same ride as us, I was singing the entirety of Comfortably Numb out loud.

The first time I heard Summer '68 I think I replayed it at least 30 times.

Same with San Tropez.

I got a sunburst fender precision-bass for Christmas, think the same look as the one Roger played in Live at Pompeii, which I have admittedly rarely picked up. I'd say I'm at the very least intermediate.

Drawing the band was my introduction to drawing people other than dragons more regularly, so in my drawings faces tended to have awkwardly large noses and small foreheads. (I wonder who's to blame for that...)

I was drawing them at a fourth of July party and someone came up to me and asked "Is that The Beatles?"

At the same party, Comfortably Numb came on and I crouched down to fully immerse myself in the song while rocking back and forth.

I was one of the artists for a Pink Floyd ask blog in 2017.

My friends and I embarked on an unserious "Classic Rock RP" that consisted of us roleplaying as Roger and Dave going to Japan with JPJ from Led Zeppelin. Once the friend playing JPJ went to bed, the two of us ended up getting pretty.. intimate.

We made a discord chat to do our watermour roleplay in. We started calling it g1interphase as a codename because we were both learning the cell stages in Biology class.

This lasted for

Eight

Months

Straight. Every single day.

I can still hardly believe that. The majority of it has lapsed from my memory.

We shipped Snowy White and Dick Parry at one point.

I was a pissed off little shit when I saw Nick in 2019 because the literal show BEFORE that one in New York, Roger showed up because he was in the area. Suffice to say he didn't show up a second time.

Every New Year's Eve since 2018, I've perfectly timed the Careful With That Axe, Eugene scream to land precisely on midnight when the year changed. Except I didn't do it for this year, so I think I reanimated the Pink Floyd curse.

Thank you for enduring me. Have I changed very much? Who knows...

Calling my younger self out for all the embarrassing things they thought/did when I first started getting into Pink Floyd (I just think I was endearing albeit annoying)

Initially confused them with LED Zeppelin because for some reason my brain put them on a similar tier

Went to watch the Pulse tour DVD … promptly realised it was post-Waters, cried, shut it off immediately, and haven’t seen it since (I actually own a DVD and a VHS tape of the film…both of which were gifts actually)

Saw that Live at Pompeii gif of Roger blowing the smoke rings and just stared at it for a long while promptly falling in love

Didn’t know the Wall was a double album and just assumed the second disc was demos so I never listened to it and would only listen to half the album. Eventually I decided to play the second disc and realised how stupid I was (In the Flesh confused me)

Had an entire wall in my room dedicated to The Wall (I painted out the brick design and had these posters)

Didn’t really care much for the WYWH album (and now it’s my favourite Pink Floyd album..)

FUCKING GAVE AWAY THE IN THE PINK NICK SEDGWICK BOOK BECAUSE I WAS GOING THROUGH SOME SHIT AND ROGER WAS MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY AND HORRIBLE

Would listen to the Wall at least once a day for months on end especially while sitting alone at lunch

Used the fact that my mum desperately wanted me to make friends to go to a Roger Waters concert with this boy who had a crush on me and then promptly started trying to convert me to Catholicism once he found out I’m atheist, bisexual, and non-binary. Roger Played the Gunner’s Dream for the encore so no regrets there

Had a long and unhealthy obsession with The Final Cut and would play my LP of it at least once a day

Read something about Roger calling the rest of the band “the muffins” and promptly dubbed David “greasy muffin”…and got the rest of my online friends to join in

Wrote endless HCs with a friend about Watershend (Roger Waters x Pete Townshend)… I stand by this one. Sorry

Did a 10 minute presentation on the Wall for a history class when I was…14

Called in sick to school even though my teachers knew I was going to watch Roger Waters in concert

Found a copy of Rick Wright’s Wet Dream on vinyl at a market… had no cash in the moment … asked my friend if they could give me cash and then I’d pay them back later… my friend agreed thinking it was for food (I wasn’t trying to deceive them I promise I just didn’t communicate what that money was for as clearly as I thought I did… but I did pay them back plus a bit extra!) I did get my record tho

Went to Battersea Station…. DIDN’T REALISE IT WAS A FUCKING SHOPPING MALL ON THE INSIDE BECAUSE I FAILED TO DO MY RESEARCH AND DIDN’T EVEN ATTEMPT TO GO INSIDE BECAUSE I AM AWKWARD AS HELL… so instead I opted to awkwardly stand around the outside and check out the nearby shops (this is recent ;-;)

I used to draw and would just fill my notebook up with drawing of Pink Floyd (mostly just Roger…)

I am just now remembering how much of my fanart was nose-centric

You know that common trans experience of “trying desperately to live as your assigned gender one last time so you overcompensate before you come out”… well that overlapped with my “ukulele and Syd Barrett let’s dress psychedelic” phase

Have bought way too many pieces of clothing because they remind me of something Roger wore once (I think I’ll make this into it’s own post perhaps)

That’s all I can remember for now. Just feeling nostalgic. I could make a second part of all the most recent cringe shit I’ve done. I’m not laughing at myself I’m laughing with myself. Honestly my younger self was iconic, gotta love her

[omegasmileyface]

Of All the People - ch. 6

halfway through the chapter count on the invisobang fic that @attackradish and @ectolemonades and i wrote! :3 once again please check out chapter 1 for the gorgeous art that @/toasty-ghosti made!

whole fic summary: After a stupid dare puts Dash Baxter in the lab at Fentonworks during the middle of a ghost fight, he finds himself a little more spectral than usual. Apparently Danny Fenton’s gone through the same thing (someone has got to call OSHA on these guys eventually), and who could better help Dash than his hero? His lame, stubborn hero?

warnings: nothing for this chapter, but for others, existential crises, and Spectra.

words: 2573

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“Tickets for three, please.” Danny was still not over the fact that he was attending a football game. Paying for one, at that. But Sam had heard that a guy she had beef with was on the opposing team, and she had to show up to cheer on the Ravens and watch his butt get kicked. Then Tucker had a friend in pep band that wanted him to drop off some snacks. Danny figured he may as well go with them, on principle.

As they made their way to the bleachers, it sunk in just how popular these games were. Most of the attendees didn't even go to school at Casper! The crowd was so large that it sounded more like crashing water than people chatting, and it quickly became obvious that the bleachers had already been packed to capacity. 

“Oh well, it’s not like Bradley would be able to see me cheering on the bleachers anyways. And standing next to the chain link is a better position in case of a ghost attack.” Sam said, pushing through the clot of people still vying for a place in the bleachers. 

“True, we wouldn’t want to get stuck in that crowd. And it’s a more strategic place to stow my cooler. No more worries about it cutting off my circulation.” 

“Let’s not think of ghost attacks right now. Imagining one with this many people around…” His friends nodded at the implication. Part of the reason they avoided busier parts of town, besides just not being that interested in crowds, was the way it made his Obsession act up.

“Yeah. Let’s talk about how I’ve never seen Sam in colors this bright before.”

“They didn’t have 'Go Ravens!' shirts in black! pretty ironic, considering.” 

Danny shoved his hands into his non-school-related hoodie and scanned the field. He had no clue whether the game had started or the players were just doing some practice-ritual. “Ah, ravens. The gothest bird known either side of the portal.” 

“You should organize something with the school board," suggested Tucker, "like with the whole Ultra-Whatever-Vegetarianism debacle. Get us some new shirts. I’ll even give you my undying support this time.”

Sam tutted with a smile. “The only time you’re willing to further my goals, and it’s for something stupid like this.” 

“It‘s not stupid at all! Casper High is underutilizing and misrepresenting their mascot. What cause could be nobler than that?” He said with exaggerated conviction. 

It was probably practice. Danny turned his back to the fence. “You know, I think even Dash would support you on something like that. We’ll get the whole school rallying behind you!”

“You know what? I’m speaking to the school board the moment this game ends. The chance to have everyone agree with me for once is too great to pass up. You’ve opened my eyes. In fact, I might just—”

Sam was interrupted by the sound of the marching band starting their routine.

Getting invested in the game was much easier than he thought it'd be, even if he wasn't totally sure what was going on. At first he only bothered to keep track of Sam’s beefholder, cheering with her when he fumbled or got tackled, and groaning when he caught anything. But slowly the emotional charge in the air seeped into his core, and as the game went on he got something like a caffeine buzz. When the first touchdown hit, the wave of fervor that crashed over him nearly knocked out his vision. The cheer that burst out of his chest was distorted and indiscernible through the crowd, but the tingling in his throat told him it was loud. The thrill made his head swim. 

But it all came crashing down when a breath of frigid air escaped his lungs. 

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Dash sat on the bench, intently watching the game. Tetslaff said it was to save his energy for the endgame, but he couldn’t help feeling like she was just trying to keep him out of the way. Ever since she noticed that stupid injury it felt like she just wanted him off the team. 

Dash watched as Kwan attempted a long pass, but the ball took a sudden turn midair and landed in the hands of #42 on the opposing team. Odd, it didn’t seem windy. Dash wet his finger and held it up to test the air. Not even a breeze. 

Suddenly, a flash of green split the sky. Phantom was sprawled in a smoking crater in the field, and a blobbish green ghost hovered ominously above him.

The world seemed to hold its breath as people processed what had happened. Players stood frozen on the field. A pall of silence hung over the crowd.

"Ghost!"

A chorus of screams led a panicked stampede as everyone fled the scene. Dash rose to his feet, unable to tear himself away. This was bad. Danny was back on his feet, but that other ghost hit harder than anything he’d seen up close. He couldn’t just stand by while Danny got beat into a pulp. He had to go ghost. 

Finding a place that wasn’t obvious was hard. The bleachers were crawling with people trying to escape, and he bet there were people hiding in the bathrooms. On the far side of the field there were a couple flimsy paper “Go Badgers!” banners draped over the fence. He crossed the field as inconspicuously as possible and jumped the fence to crouch behind the scant cover. He called on the week-plus-change he'd had training with Danny, and easily brought up the gold rings of his transformation. He took a few deep breaths, and invisibly leapt the fence again. 

Danny was grappling with the ghost, who had taken the form of a giant muscular bee. It was slowly gaining the upper hand, and a stream of green trickled from the corner of Danny’s determined grimace. Dash couldn’t make out what the ghost was saying, but he could smell trash talk like blood in water. And this time, he didn’t like it. 

Enveloping his fists in a yellow glow, he fired off two ectoblasts at the ghost’s back. It turned to face him, its compound eyes molded into a permanent glare. Shoving Danny away, it crouched to the ground as its form flowed into that of a panther. 

“Run!” Danny shouted, and a split second later the ghost charged him. 

Dash’s courage wavered a little, but he stood his ground. He waited until the ghost was almost on top of him before leaping over it, using what little flight he had to pad his airtime. He landed in a roll, several yards behind the beast.

“Phantom! Who’s this new friend you want to protect so badly?” It sniffed the air. “A half-human freak? Another one of your father’s mistakes?” 

It circled around to face him, and he fired off a few more shots before they started fizzling out. It recoiled and shook itself off with a growl. Undeterred, it nearly charged again when a beam from Phantom hit it square in the jaw. 

“Go! Now! While I’ve got him distracted!” 

Newly enraged, the panther’s muscles swole, towering up above Danny as it shifted into a bear. 

“No! I’m not going to stand back while you get your ass handed to you! I know how to fight, and I’ve got the firepower to back me up!” 

“I’ve got this handled! Now go before you get yourself hurt!” The bear swiped at Danny, earning him a set of gashes across his chest. 

“Get hurt? You’re the one who’s bleeding all over the place! I haven’t gotten hit once.”

While Danny took a moment to growl down at his new wound, the bear charged Dash again, not having learned from the first time. Dash leaped again, weightlessly soaring over it.

Out of nowhere, a scorpion’s tail unfurled and snagged Dash around his waist. The sky wheeled above him for a dizzying instant, before a sudden impact knocked the air out of his ectoplasmic chest. 

Flat on his back, Dash begged his lungs to fill with air, as his stiff chest refused to move. The bear was on top of him before he remembered to look for it.

“You’re right. How can Phantom expect to protect you when he can’t even protect himself?” The ghost sneered, pinning him by his stomach. 

Dash crossed his arms over his face, and the bear slashed at him. Streaks of agony burned across his forearms. Dash screamed in pain.

A loud series of cracks stopped the onslaught, and when Dash looked up, he saw the bear’s legs locked in ice.

“Quick! Qui—”

Dash didn’t have to hear it twice. He scrambled out from under the bear ghost as quickly as he could, flipping over and stumbling onto shaky legs as soon as they would hold his weight.

When he turned to run, Sam and Tucker were sprinting towards him. He heard ice shatter, and before he could croak at them to run too, Sam fired off a wrist ray and he heard the ghost roar and crash.

“Right in the eye! Great shot!” cheered Tucker. 

A glance over Dash's shoulder caught Danny delivering a final ectoblast and Tucker hastily thermosing up the ghost. He slowed to a jog, and stopped to wait for the others.

“Dash! You ok?” 

Dash tried to give a thumbs up, but his jacket sleeve rubbed against his wounds. Reflexively he clutched his arm, sucking air through his teeth. 

“Ooh. Did Bertrand track him down?”

“Oh no, Dash tracked down Bertrand. Practically threw himself into his claws.” Danny spat. 

“You needed help! What was I supposed to do?”

“Stay out of trouble! Like I told you!”

“I’m strong enough to help! Your friends don’t even have ghost powers, and I even got Bertman or whatever he’s called off of you!” 

“That doesn’t matter!”

“'Doesn’t matter'? What’s all the training for, then, if I’m not allowed to fight?” 

“That’s not training! I’m just making sure you don’t lose control of your ghost powers, dumbass!” 

“Wh…” Footfalls interrupted Dash’s train of thought. He turned around, to where Jazz was running up with the Ghost Peeler. 

“Where’s the ghost?” 

“Right here.” Tucker tossed the thermos into the air and caught it. “How did you know about the attack?”

“Something felt off. When I swung by to settle my nerves, I saw the crowd fleeing and knew something was wrong.” She paused. “Is that Dash?” 

Dash froze. How did she know? But when none of the other teens looked surprised, he gave up and transformed. “Yeah…” The breeze chilled his wounds. 

“Holy shit, your arm!” she exclaimed, and holy shit, his arm. It looked tamer under the sleeve. A couple bloody scratches under ripped cloth, painful but not… oh God. He couldn’t look. 

“And Danny, your chest! What happened?” Jazz’s voice brought his attention back to Danny. 

Danny transformed and pulled his hoodie through his body before blood soaked through his t-shirt. “Bertrand showed up, Dash wanted to help out, shit hit the fan.” 

“Hard.” Tucker added. 

He did help though! He distracted Bertman, and who knows how much worse he could have hurt Danny if he wasn’t there.

“It wasn’t that hard of a fight, and I probably would have been fine if Dash didn’t distract me. I’m not even bruised much.” Phantom’s words landed like a gut punch.

Tetslaff thinking he was useless was bad enough, but Phantom too? Danny? More than useless. A problem to be gotten rid of.

Dash's thoughts were thick and there was a dizzy feeling in his chest. 

“Still, you need patching up. Let’s get off the field before someone shows up, preferably somewhere with good lighting and a place to sit.”

“My parents are out tonight. Mom’s speaking at a thing to get funding for the library, and Dad came along to support, so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” suggested Tucker.

“Sounds like a plan! I’ll drive you guys, you’re not flying injured while I’m here.”

“Jazz, you don’t even like people eating in your car. I’m not staining your seats just ‘cause of some injury.”

“Yes you are. I care about you way more than some stupid upholstery. Besides, Dash is going to stain them anyway.” 

Unless he carried me, Dash thought. Soaring above the city in Phantom’s strong arms again, like he’d been wishing for ever since that first night. Close to his hero’s chest, pressed against the claw. marks. That Danny blamed him for. Right. 

He was probably just being woozy anyway.

They got to Jazz's car. Small, white, clean, ergonomic, probably loaded with secret weaponry. Dash slid in awkwardly next to Sam in the cramped back seat. She scooted closer to Tucker, and while he appreciated the room for his arm, the gesture still stung a little.

With a grumble, the car started up, and an uncomfortable silence started to build. Dash wanted to say something. Defend himself, apologize… He bit back the ever-changing sentences before he could regret them. He watched the streetlights slide across Danny’s face and caught himself looking a little too closely. 

“Do you think Spectra is close?” Tucker had his PDA out and was typing silently.

“Hm? Nah. Bertrand seemed to be by himself, some one-off attack to get a little despair to feed on. Spectra’s plans are bigger.” 

The silence threatened to return. 

“It’s kinda funny how there’s a ghost named Spectra. Like, Dr. Spectra was such a horrible counselor, so of course she shares her name with a ghost.”

“They’re the same person,” deadpanned Sam. 

He burst out laughing. “Breaking news! World’s shittiest counselor actually ghost! More at 11. She would be a ghost. Like if there’s anyone I’d believe is secretly a ghost, it would be her.” He trusted the tension to dissolve now. 

“No, she’s literally a ghost who feeds on depression to stay youthful. She tried to kill Jazz,” explained Tucker, demonstrating that the tension was very much still intact.

“Oh.” The silence returned, and as awkward as it was, he was glad nobody was acknowledging his stupidity. How far away did Tucker live? They were probably almost there. If he didn’t apologize now it’d be too awkward to ever bring it up again. The clock was ticking and the discomfort forced the words into his mouth. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Nobody seemed to hear. “For not listening to you during the fight. You’re the more experienced ghost, and I shouldn’t undermine your authority like that.” 

“Undermine my… what? Dash, I was afraid for you. I don’t care if you listen to everything I say, just don’t get hurt, ok?” His voice wavered with concern, some kind of holdover from his Insecure Nerd façade. Still, it struck a chord in him. Hearing his hero say he cared for him, was scared for him… God, he wished it was real. 

“Alright. I’ll stay out of it next time. I just don’t want to see you getting hurt, either.”

The car rolled to a stop in a driveway he didn’t recognize. He hopped out, and he was surprised to see Sam get out on his side. 

She leaned over to growl into his ear. “Don’t think I’m falling for that act, Baxter. Since when have you ever cared about Danny getting hurt?”

“Since…” but she’d already brushed past him. It wasn’t like he had an argument that wouldn’t dig him a deeper hole anyway.