#christmas > halloween bc having fun on halloween means going out and partying and trying to look hot

[teenagefeeling]

i am in fact on my bullshit and my tbr is ready

[numberonetacostan]

it’d be so fun if hotel oj had a holiday party like every year and taco had no idea until she steps into the lobby and there’s decorations everywhere

people keep trying to involve her in little traditions and she’s so lost bc she spent so much time in the forest

Hello there!!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for sending in an ask!!!! :]

YES! Taco is clueless about holidays. She may have some built-in knowledge from the MeLife Neural Network, but like. Guys. Do you think Steve Cobs was making sure Mephone had nice happy holidays? Yeah that's what I thought. So she doesn't know much of anything!!!! She was with everyone for the Christmas and Halloween episodes, but those were more challenges than actual celebrations, yeah? The season changing for her just meant colder weather, less food, and more time spent alone.

So!!! Yeah, she'd step out of her room one day to see a hallway full of decorations!!! And... probably step right back into her room and shut the door. She doesn't know what shenanigans are going on, but she doesn't have the energy to get involved at whatever time in the morning she'd be awake.

People trying to involve her and teach her how to celebrate holidays is so cute!!! There's so many adorable ideas for that. Taco being informed that you usually get your friends presents during the winter holidays and freaking out because she didn't know about that she needs to get presents super fast!!! Taco and Mic/Mepad/whoever standing under mistletoe and getting "oooooh you know what that meaaaans"'d but. Taco literally does not know what it means. Taco reading Cabby's files on holidays to help her out!! And I like to hc TK celebrating Hanukkah!!! And being the motherly type she is, I can see her happy to share her traditions with the other contestants, yeah? Cheesy spiking some eggnog and a ton of the contestants getting unintentionally wasted. These are getting less related to Taco but again holidays in hotel OJ with the full cast would be so interesting and fun!!!!! X]

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

🆃🅷🅴 🆆🅸⨢.🅲🅷🅸🅽🅶 🅷△🆄🆁.

>>> the grim adventures of jon n' jack. feat batman n' spiderman. <<<

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it was only a matter of time, before i would have made another crossover with those two. i can't deny, that they are very 1:1 for me, when it comes to comics supervillains. so why not to mix one awesome n' beloved thing with another? esp since funny enough, they do have quite a few similar plot-points. well, the halloween themed costume aside. i mean it goes as far as jack once having the bat-themed boyfriend pal, which reminds me of someone else, i know.

anyho'...

i've tried to make my notes more or less readable here, but they still might be a bit scattered. i attempted to keep them as short as possible, but i just cannot talk 'small'.

1. the first art is low-key based on underdeveloped AU, that i have about the early comic scarecrow n' modern jack meeting n' hitting it off serial killiar style. considering, that both of them possess killing methods, which have a noticable tradmark to it, i imagine that they will leave one hell of a mess behind, while traveling across the country. in that timeline, batman is dead. n' jack's shitty foster dad was killed off earlier on. neither of them knows what to do with themselves, since the people who they had *twisted* emotional conection with are gone. without any direction, they meet in the middle, n' decide that they can as well team-up n' try to make being a villain fun again. jon might experiment on their victims *or torture them if its his ex bullies* n' then give them to jack, who would scoop their brains out and put candle inside their skull. n' uh yeah, he literally did it in the comic. i was honestly surpised that marvel come up with smth that creepy. it really sounds more alined with dc, if anything. but either way, here they are. two *grieving* psychos going downtown. they will make one another so much worse, i imagine. n' they will totally kill that npc dude btw.

2. dark magic n' the drip. or jon n' jack at their corniest. like, jonathan looks like he watched too much the nightmare before christmas n' jack dress up like count dracula for no reason. it's so random-ish n' cheesy. but with this being said, i love both of those designs, n' think, that they really suit the vibe of comic issues in which they were featured. jack always came off as a he-witch to me, but it was nice to see it being played on in a different way. n' then, crane really rocks his own outfit as well. i totally need to draw him in it more often, haha. they dress up for a halloween party for real this time. n' well, i added batman n' spiderman into the mix here, bc i kinda wish that they got to fight / interact with those versions of jon n' jack. it would have been fun for a few reasons. also this can be technically counted as shipping art, but can be viewed as your typical gloating bad guy n' helpless hero thing too. n' to clear any possible questions, i only create stuff with adult peter parker. like cartoon era/late early comics, 20 smth one. i love my spiderman being of age, where he can legally mingle with his villains, not be detained at school lol.

3. the classic four from the timeline, when the comic plots were a bit more ligthearted. aka during the times, when the deadly mercenary n' crazy scientist were robbing banks, instead of harming *torturing* people. i love dark stuff, but there is charm to how 'simple' the scarecrow's and jack's goals once were. n' i love how the scarecrow used to do the lil, dorky dances. it really suits him. n' since at least 2 or maybe, most of jack o' lanterns are southernish in their roots like jon, i had an idea of them having a country dance *in the middle of graveyard* kinda just makes sense to me, haha. batman and spiderman merely happen to find them like that. n' well, it's kinda awkward. esp bc they technically don't do anything bad. i also imagine spiderman being like 'oh, so you have one of those too'. which is mostly a ref to how both the scarecrow n' jack were called 'the reject from land of oz' by other characters. they can rejoice here.

4. the develish & undead duo!! my friend once told me to try n' watch older superhero cartoons, and at first i was like 'welp, they prob be hella boring'. but then i caved in, n' watched a couple of superfriends episodes. as result, i fell in love with their scarecrow's desingh! it was unexpected tbh. usually, i prefer jon's older, classic scarecrow look. so no straw hair, less features exposed, just a hat n' a sack on his head, but their version of him actually did it for me. i find their crane both creepy n' cute. n' i also read on wiki, that he might be undead. so that bit interested me as well. non-human jonathan crane, what a concept! him returning from the grave just to be a menace to batman. n' to accompany him, there is an undead jack o' lantern from the ghost rider comic. his corpse literally got possessed by satan. anyways, both of them raised army of zombies. both of them undead n' prob won't ever get out of their spooky suits, since i don't think that they can. n' funny enough, jack's hometown was called sleepy hollows, if i remember correctly. so they can haunt people there, make it into a truly cursed land.

5. the last one was kinda spontaneous on my part. the other day, i was looking at what kind of action figures the scarecrow n' jack have. saw one, where jon was looking kinda strange, all black n' yellow. which is how i find out that he *apparently* got yellow lantern powers in newer comics, even if it was like for 10 seconds or smth. i didn't read the issue itself, but i found the idea kinda fun, n' his design was decent enough for me to get interested n' wonder what i can do with it. then, a bit later, i saw that jack had a venom-funko figure. i don't think, that he was ever canonically venomized in any of the actual comic issues, but once again, the mere idea of it happening was enough for me to consider doing smth with it. i mean, a venom-like tongue, but its made out of fire? dang. that's kinda cool. so yeah. the yellow lantern scarecrow n' symbiote jack o' lantern being the double trouble. if they weren't enough of a mean goblin-man before, now they surely will be.

[thesuperiorrobin]

Damian Wayne wasn’t a big fan of holidays. Whether is Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s etc

Even Halloween.

Until he meet you.

You loved Halloween. The free candy, the amazing costumes everyone wore, and the cute little kids having their first Halloween with their parents—you just loved it all. For Damian—technically it was his first Halloween overall and his first Halloween with you. So imagine your surprise when found out that Damian—during the amazing day at the end of October—spends the day in his room locked in his room doing god knows what.

“What do you mean you don’t do anything?!?

Damian rolls his eyes at you “I just don’t see anything special about dressing up and knocking on peoples houses to get free candy”

“that’s the Whole point Dames! There’s more to it than just the silly costumes and free candy!”

You were disappointed. After all that your main goal was to get Damian to like Halloween. Yet no matter how hard you tried he just would budge. He didn’t even like the idea of dressing up together for Halloween—which kinda hurt your feelings a little. He was acting like he was a little too old to do those things. And mind you you and Damian are both 16-17 years old—you two are old but you aren’t that old.

“It’ll be fun!” You say “trust me!”

“Beloved I’m not going to wast my time going out doing childish things”

“But we won’t promise” you whined “I got invited to a Halloween party. So we unfortunately won’t be going trick-or-treating this year”

Damian Wayne isn’t a fan of parties either, but he’s learning to adjust to them. Just very slowly at the moment. No matter how hard you tried to convince him his answer was a stern no. You tried everything—begging, trying to exchange something so he could go, you even said you’ll walk Titus for an entire year if he goes but he denied. But you had one more trick up your sleeve. Damian had a gut feeling you’ll use it at some point. You pretend to give up and give out a long sigh. Like a really loud and heavy one which makes Damian's ear twitch a little.

“Alright fine, I get it. You don’t wanna hang out with your amazing girlfriend on this amazing scary holiday” you get up and get ready to dramatically leave his bedroom. Damian can feel his body twitch slightly and he watches you leave his room—closing the bedroom door shut. He knows you’re waiting behind that door.

He knows you're counting down until he gets up and opens the door for you. Damian hates how you have such an impact in his decision at this point because he’s annoyed at the fact that he actually gets up and opens the door with a scowl.

“Fine” he sighs out “I’ll go to the stupid Halloween party with you

You squeal as it makes Damian’s heart skip a few beats. “Goodie I already have the perfect Halloween costume for us”

“Of course you do”

Safe to say you and Damian had the best costume that night—you wanted it to be within your budget. Not his yours, because you knew Damian would juts buy some expensive costume that really isn’t worth it.

It’s a bonus too because everyone on the Gotham Instagram page and the news went wild. Much to his dismay.

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Y/n_L/N: i love this version of Grim better 😘😍

(P.s Dames artistic skill really pop off for this party swear😃)

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Random_user13738: I hope y’all break up

└ y/n_L/N: Me too so I can get with this man instead 😍

Dicck_GrAy: HOW DID YOU GET HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE?!?”

└ y/n_L/N: a magician never reveals their secrets🤗

Random_user86382: I wish I had a bf like this 💀

└ y/n_L/N: i heard boys like him are hard to come by☹️

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I hope everyone had an amazing Halloween.

I didn’t even get to go trick or treating with friends bc I got sick 😭

[drawlfoy]

Wonders of Ohio P.10

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pairing: draco x reader

request: no way 

summary: american high school senior y/n y/l/n is in for a surprise when her british exchange student is a little...odd. 

warnings (AYO please pay attention to these this time it’s not just swearing): swearing, underage drinking (no i do not condone this ig), beginning elements of smut but def not too explicit, i think you can consider it dubcon ?? if both people are drunk bc i don’t think you can actually consent if youre drunk (plz rest assured tho they are both 18 hehe)

a/n: “hey where did this come from” yeah so hey yall ive never written such an intense scene before but i’ve spent so much time w these characters that i decided i kind of had to. there’s no like...real sex in this and i don’t imagine that i’d describe it in this much detail if i ever decided to write it but um.. anyways. i hope y’all enjoy. thanks for suffering for this long ! i hope i’ve made it worth it 

word count: 4k

music recs: 

cloud 9 -- beach bunny

the adults are talking -- the strokes

anything from the strokes tbh 

tags ! :) @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @straightzoinked @imintoodeeptostop @naiomimoonshard @jejegu @ophelia-enthusiast @alwaysbeanunknownfan @nearly-memories @litty-dumb @callieclearwater @malfoy-wife15 @charlenasaxen @belladaises @fiantomartell @writeandtranslate @erisdogwood @loveissupernatural @sycathorn-slush @big-galaxy-chaos

“Thank fucking god for the generator,” said Y/N as she flew around the kitchen, banging pots and pans together in her quest to make New Year’s Eve breakfast. Draco was sitting, unamused and completely silent, at the table. They’d been snowed in for a few days now with her parents nowhere near able to make it to the suburbs. For some reason, the entire city of Cincinnati had decided that the day before Christmas was the best time to schedule maintenance on literally every single one of their plows. “Can you imagine living here without heat? Or power? I’d die.”

Draco hummed in response. A glance over confirmed that he was deep in thought, a scarlet colored letter clutched firmly in his hand (hello, Nathaniel Hawthorne). Jealousy curdled inside of her as her thoughts turned to a dark place--it was Pansy, that Pansy Parkinson. 

Knowing her intuition, she was probably his grandmother or something. Why else would she have written so many letters?

After she finished plating all of the pancakes, she allowed herself to sneak a peek at the envelope. 

Astoria Greengrass

She frowned. Astoria? She’d never seen that name before. 

“What is this?” asked Draco as he picked up his fork to poke at the pancake on his plate.

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Have you never had a pancake before?”

“A pancake?” He gave his plate a stern look. “It looks...like a soggy pastry.”

“Fuck you, I made that,” responded Y/N. “Try it with butter and maple syrup. And then tell me it’s a soggy pastry.”

She took out her fork and knife, demonstrating very clearly what she meant as she spread butter over the top of her pancake. She’d learned that Draco was too proud to ask what she meant when she introduced him to American/muggle foods--the last time he tried to deduce something himself, he ended up pouring ketchup over the top of his hamburger bun instead of actually putting it on the patty. 

A sense of satisfaction flowed into her as she saw him follow suit, spreading the warmed butter and dipping a cut piece in syrup. He raised it to his lips, taking a delicate bite.

“Americans really have this for breakfast?”

“Yeah…is something wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” He grimaced. “This isn’t breakfast. This is dessert food.”

“God, your life must be so sad back home,” said Y/N. “What does your family make you eat--just straight unbuttered bread under the guise of it being a real breakfast food? Do they let you dip it in your unsweetened, weak tea if you’re good?”

He scoffed. “You have no idea how I live back at home.”

“And, judging from this conversation, I don’t have any desire to know any more.”

They ate in silence for the next few minutes. Y/N smiled when she saw Draco reach for a second pancake.

“Two desserts? Draco, I know it’s New Year’s, but don’t get too off the hinges,” she teased. 

He rolled his eyes, but she could tell her was fighting back a smile. “Speaking of which, how do you celebrate New Year’s?”

Draco looked up and met her eyes. “Sorry?”

“How do you celebrate tonight? With your family or your friends, or your...whatever.” The cold reality of the fact that she did not really know if he was dating someone back home set in.

“Oh, I don’t usually. It’s not really a big thing in the magical community,” he mused, unaware of her sudden panic.

“Well,” she said. “I always celebrate New Year’s with my friends. I didn’t tell you this sooner because I didn’t think that you were going to be here, but I’m kind of hosting a party here tonight. With anyone who can walk here.”

“Oh.” He took a sip of his tea. “Will it be like the Halloween party at Sylvia’s?”

“What do you mean?” She smiled. “Do you mean, will there be drinking?”

He shrugged in response, avoiding eye contact.

“There definitely can be,” she continued, her smile widening. “Last year we played this dumb drinking game over this card game--if you lost, you took a shot. It was fun. We could do that again.”

She settled down to eat, digging into two of the pancakes. They were really good--she wasn’t Gordon Ramsay by any means, but she did breakfast food pretty well. But at the mention of her friends, a realization hit her. “Oh. Draco?”

He raised an eyebrow and met her eyes.

“Um, can I tell you something?” 

He dipped his head in recognition while Y/N cleared her throat.

“So, um, I forgot about this,” she began, “but while you were gone, I kind of had to scramble to figure out what to tell everyone about why we were avoiding each other before you left. And why you left so suddenly and why I didn’t know.”

He was still watching her in curious silence. 

“So, I really didn’t want to slip up or say anything about...you.” Y/N paused to take a sip of her tea, deciding to not try to look at Draco again. “So I decided to tell Sylvia and Lizzy that I told you my feelings for you and you didn’t return them.”

A clang startled her enough to look up. Draco was staring, completely frozen. His fork had fallen into the syrup on his plate, handle and all.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“I mean, oh, fuck. Um.” She smiled at him, hoping it was going to distract from her audible stumble. “Obviously, I made it all up. I mean, both sides! But what’s important is that they bought it, and now they’re probably going to give you a little shit for not liking me ‘back’. So I’m sorry about that.”

“Made it all up, huh?” His voice had a surprisingly teasing lilt. 

“Yes, that is in fact what I said,” she responded, hoping that her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt hot.

“Is it really now?” 

“Draco!” 

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be back. I need a new fork.”

“Just wipe off the handle of the one you have now--Draco, why are you getting up? Stop!”

~ 

To her disappointment, none of her friends were able to show. Sylvia and Lizzy made a concerted effort to try and convince their family to let them brave the walk, but once another flurry started up outside, it was hopeless. Her face turned pink whenever she thought about the fact that she hadn’t even needed to tell Draco the thing that made her slip up in the first place. 

Y/N, disappointed but not surprised, told Draco that she still wanted to celebrate, even if it was just with him. He’d snorted at this--asking her why she made it seem like such a burden--but once she produced a yellow glass bottle and a deck of cards and told him she bet that she was going to beat his sorry ass, he caved.

She started with a heavy lead, but once Draco learned the rules and strategies of the slightly convoluted Go Fish game, he proved to be a worthy match. They played until around 11:45 when the bottle was about 3/4 full and Y/N was feeling the pleasant warmth of being slightly intoxicated. Once she noticed the time, she threw her cards on the table. 

“Let’s watch the ball drop,” Y/N said with no further explanation, even when Draco looked to her for one. She grabbed the bottle and his hand, pulling him up the stairs to her room. The remote control for her TV was a struggle to find--it was all the way tucked back in her nightstand drawer--but thankfully the channel was already set. 

“You forgot the cups,” Draco said, staring down at the opened bottle held in his hand.

“You can get them if you want,” she managed.

“You should! You forgot them.”

“Too far,” she whined, flopping to lean back on her pillows while Draco followed suit. His hair smelled like peppermint. Without much more thought, she moved close enough that their shoulders were touching. He didn’t move away--instead, he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a drink directly. 

“Your New Year’s traditions are weird as fuck,” he murmured as he watched Savannah Guthrie on the screen. He didn’t have to speak very loud for her to hear him, and it seemed like he knew this.

“Oh, you haven’t even heard it all yet,” said Y/N. “We’ve got a tradition to kiss someone going into the New Year. New Year’s kiss, I guess. I’m sure you can imagine the kind of drama that creates.”

“What d’you mean?”

“You don’t have to be dating to kiss someone, sometimes people just...do it. As friends.” Y/N reached over to the bottle and took a swig herself, feeling the warmth trickle down her throat.

“Take it easy,” he tutted, pulling the bottle away from her before taking another drink himself. 

“Hey! Says you!”

“Because I can actually hold my liquor well,” he teased, giving her a shove.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“You just kept getting worse and worse at whatever that game was,” he told her matter-of-factly.

“Give it here,” she said, reaching across his chest to where he was holding the bottle, out and above his head. She hoped he couldn’t tell how much this side of him filled her with glee. “That’s not fair!”

“Not fair, huh?” He raised an eyebrow and met her eyes as he held it up even further into the air. His voice was startlingly low. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

Before she could muster up a response, the TV began playing the audio for the New Year’s Countdown.

10!

Y/N wasn’t sure if she was supposed to answer--or if he was just...flirting?

9!

He managed to set the bottle on her nightstand without taking his eyes off of her.

8!

The hand she had used to reach across him with was now pressed into his side of the bed, supporting her as she hovered over him.

7!

Without moving any part of her body, she dared to glance at his parted lips.

6!

Maybe telling him about the kiss tradition was a stupid idea.

5!

His hand, warm and soft,  reached up to brush a piece of hair away from her cheekbone. 

4! 

His fingers lingered on the outline of her jaw.

3!

2!

1!

He was kissing her before the cheers from the TV even had the chance to bounce around the room, both hands cupping her face and pulling her in so desperately that it took her breath away.

Her hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, and then, eventually his hair. It was just as soft as she imagined it to be. They started out innocently enough--closed mouth kisses and only their hands touching each other above the shoulders--but once she tugged on his hair (mostly by accident) something...shifted. 

Suddenly he was on top of her, and suddenly her leg was wrapped around him as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. It occurred to her that this was no longer just a New Year’s kiss. He tasted of lemon and sugar--and was notably better at what he was doing than any of the people she’d kissed before. Or maybe it was the alcohol clouding her judgement. Regardless, she liked whatever was going on. His hands had drifted from her face to her neck to her hair to her shoulder, gently tracing the outline of her bra strap. She brushed her hand down his chest, pulling gently at the collar on his shirt. Only when his leg pressed up into her and her breath hitched did she realize the weight of their situation.

The way he pulled away to hover over her signaled that he’d had the same revelation, his eyes wide as he stared down at her. “Um…”

“Yeah?” Dread crept into her despite the pleasant haze she was in. 

He swallowed, hard. “I can’t believe I did that.”

Draco was on the other side of the bed in seconds, wringing his hands and keeping his eyes fixed on her floor. “Oh, my god, I can’t believe I did that. I’m sorry. I’m drunk and I’m not thinking straight. I’m so sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” She didn’t know if he wanted her to touch him, but she wanted so badly to place a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Did you not want...it?”

He scoffed and turned his gaze up to the ceiling. “I had too much to drink. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Y/N felt the blood drain from her face as she fell back on the bed.

That’s all it was. A drunken mistake. 

Tears pricked at her eyes as she surveyed her options. Despite the fact that she was drunk off her ass, she knew she couldn’t just tell him to leave without making her feelings clear. She never explicitly told him that she wanted him and it wasn’t like she moaned his name or anything--thank god--but what other option did she have? She didn’t want to cry in front of him, and if he stayed in her room any longer he would without a doubt witness her alcohol induced cry fest. 

NBC finally switched to ads, and Y/N granted herself permission to mourn the fact that Flo from Progressive would forever be ruined for her. 

It was dark enough for her to quickly reach up and wipe her eyes undetected, granting her enough confidence to sit up and look at him directly. “You don’t get to just...kiss me like that. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” he said. His hands were clasped tightly together and rested on his nose. “Fuck. Of course I know.”

“But you can tell me you meant it to be just as friends,” she told him, hoping he couldn’t see how hard she was fighting back a new wave of tears. 

“As friends,” he repeated, his tone flat. 

“As friends,” she said. 

“I don’t think either of us are daft enough to believe that.” 

Her stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe things are different in America, but I don’t see you doing that sort of thing with Lizzy.”

“We can forget about this. It’s fine. I know you regret it.”

He exhaled, his breath long and shaky. “I didn’t stop because I regretted it.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because…”

“Is it because I’m a muggle?” His silence was everything she needed for an answer. “Okay. I had a feeling.”

“Y/N, it’s not like...I don’t know how to explain it.” He still wouldn’t make eye contact with her. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“About what?” 

“About this!” he said, dramatically gesturing to her. “About everything!”

“I don’t understand.” The tears began pricking in the corners of her eyes again despite her best efforts. 

Draco finally looked at her. She was shocked by how genuinely distressed he looked--the last time he looked at her like this, she’d been laying on the ground outside of the antique sore. “I don’t expect you to.”

His tone was low, careful. He was holding back.

“Can you just tell me how you feel about me, then? Just so I know?”

“It’s not that--” He stopped himself, sucking in another breath before he continued. “I shouldn’t. It’s not right of me.” He groaned, flopping onto his back and covering his face. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Hey,” Y/N said, reaching out to awkwardly pat his shoulder. “I meant it when I said that we could just forget about it. We’re friends, Draco. Just friends. I know you didn’t mean it. Let’s just pretend this never happened, ok?”

He was quiet for a bit before responding. “Did you...want me to kiss you? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?”

“As in, did you want me to stop?”

“Oh.” Y/N cracked her knuckles. “You didn’t violate me if you’re asking to gauge how guilty you should be.” 

“I’m glad to hear that, but that’s not why I’m asking.”

“Okay,” she said simply. He was still laying in her bed, and she hated the fact that her bed was going to smell like him until she washed everything. 

“So?” He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer.”

“We’re friends, Draco.” She sent him a weak smile as she repeated her previous sentiment. “I trust you, so you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” 

She was aware of the fact that her sentence didn’t exactly track, but she wasn’t particularly concerned with the literary quality of her speech.

“That still doesn’t answer my other question.”

“I…” She felt her throat dry up. “I want--I wanted you to kiss me. I’ve wanted you to kiss me for a while now.” 

At this, he finally sat up and looked her in the eyes. She thought she could see the briefest glint of relief pass over his face before he managed to rein it back to a neutral expression.

“Did you want to kiss me?”

“I was the one who kissed you, not the other way around, yeah?”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” she snipped, hoping he caught on to her mocking. She’d missed sparring with him. 

“Yes, I kissed you because I wanted to, not for some weird ulterior motive,” he responded, rolling his eyes despite the fact that his cheeks were clearly very pink, even in her dimly lit room. “Though I agree it’s best if we just stayed friends.”

“Yeah.” She felt her face fall, but she managed to catch it before she looked too devastated. “It’s all water under the bridge. Now we know not to drink together again.”

“That too.” He shifted, clearing his throat before making eye contact with her again with an uncharacteristically soft expression. “But the damage is already done, I suppose?”

“I suppose,” she echoed. “You wanted to kiss me? Actually?”

“Should we really talk about this? After what we just said about staying friends?”

“We’re going to feel regret tomorrow morning no matter what we do now, “ said Y/N. “Might as well.”

He smiled one of his rare smiles--the ones where his eyes went all soft and he dipped his head to hide it. “Yes. I really do. Want to kiss you, that is.”

“I really want you to kiss me,” she blurted out before slapping her hand over her mouth in shock. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” 

His smile morphed into more of a smirk as he crept closer, his hand resting on top of her knee. “So can I do it again?”

“Draco…” She sighed.

“The damage is already done,” he repeated as he reached his hand up to brush a lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers dragging down her neck. The smug look that formed on his face after she drew a quick breath in confirmed that he knew what he was doing, that fucker. “You said it yourself--we’re just friends.”

“I’m going to hate myself in the morning if I say yes.”

 Draco’s hand drifted over her jaw, his thumb pausing to trace over her bottom lip. “You can hate me instead.” 

This time, it didn’t surprise her so much when he leaned in. He was notably less desperate, taking time to draw breaths in between kisses and lacing his fingers through hers, squeezing. Once he seemed satisfied, he lifted her chin and brushed the hair away from her neck, kissing down from her jaw to her collarbone. She shivered, and he drew her closer by wrapping his arms around her until she was sitting on his lap.

“Wow, you’re such a good friend, Draco,” she managed to joke. She could feel the smirk that formed on his lips as it passed over her clavicle.

 “Shut up.” His teeth grazed over her delicate skin before he sucked, eliciting a gasp from her. She could feel him smile again. 

His hands teased the bottom hemline of her sweater, his fingers tangling in the fabric but not moving it. She sucked in a breath, feeling his hands ghost over her skin. 

“Are you okay with…”

“Yes!” The answer came out much quicker than she would’ve liked, but the grin on Draco’s face made it completely worth the momentary embarrassment as he helped her out of the thick cable-knit sweater. “Now is your chance to dote on me and tell me how beautiful I am. As a friend, of course.”

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” he said. He looked like he was positively glowing as she smiled and leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. His hands found her back and hesitated over her bra clasp.

Before he had a chance to do anything, Y/N started fiddling with the buttons on his white shirt, successfully undoing the first two before she noticed that Draco had frozen completely.

“Is something wrong?”

“Kind of,” he said. “Maybe...not now, okay?”

“I had a feeling that was too much,” she admitted, reaching for her top before realizing he’d tossed it across her bedroom floor and suddenly feeling very exposed.

“It’s not that…” he said, trailing off. “I just...should probably tell you some things before my shirt comes off. And I don’t think tonight is the best time for that.”

“Oh.” Y/N tried to make herself look like she understood whatever he was on about. “Yeah, of course. Oh! Is it about that tattoo you tried to gaslight me into believing didn’t exist?”

“Y/N!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t gaslight you!”

“Here you go again,” she huffed. “I rest my case.” 

“And I am not getting into that now,” he said. “I didn’t want to talk about it for very good reason.” 

She reached up to his shoulders, dragging her fingertips over his collarbones and watching as he gazed up at her. “That’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

The corners of his lips turned up at this, and she took the opportunity to press a chaste kiss on the edge of his mouth. “I think we should go to sleep. We have enough material to regret for tomorrow at this point. Any more and I think we’ll be getting greedy, so--”

Draco cut her off with one last kiss, his fingers splayed out across her back, pulling her impossibly close before finally releasing her.

“Agreed.” He let out a sigh before sliding her off him and standing up to grab her runaway sweater. “Do you want to sleep in this? Or do you want me to get you something else from your dresser while I’m up?”

“Um…” She was frozen at the prospect of him watching her change clothes. “Probably something else. Top left drawer--just pick whatever.”

He sifted through her piles of random T-shirts before settling on one with the UChicago logo and tossing it to her. 

Y/N pulled it over her head, grateful for the fact that he wasn’t staring at her with only a black lace bra that barely did its job. 

“So, uh, I think I should probably go then,” he said. 

She fought the urge to ask him to stay. “Yeah, that’d be best.”

His mouth opened like he was about to say something, but he closed it and frowned. “So I guess this is goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Draco,” she replied. “I’ll look forward to agonizing over this in the morning.”

Once the sounds of his footsteps heading down the hall faded, she finally allowed herself to flop back onto her now Draco-scented sheets.

What the fuck just happened.

final a/n: hellooooooo ! it finally happened! i hope this didn’t seem rushed or unnatural to you guys but like. it’s been over 30k words and i thought you guys deserved something. yes i am going to be leaning into the whole “we’re just friends” trope while definitely not being just friends. yes i am going to drag astoria into this i’m excited i hope yall enjoyed

[cabinofimagines]

How about a sibling imagine with Jason and Reader where its halloween and they're talking about like life while eating candy and watching stupid movies

I was in a weird mood so I needed some comfort with our fave blondie also TØP continues to be high quality also HBD Jason!! -Danny

Good Day - (Jason Grace xSibling!Reader)

Warnings: Angst with a sappy ending. This is obviously not proofread bc why would it be?

Listen to: ‘Good Day’ -by Twenty One Pilots

You didn’t want to see anyone today. Which is a shame, with Halloween so near most of the campers revolve around each other to ask about the costumes and the parties and the movie marathons after curfew.

You don’t know why it happens, but sometimes you’re just tired of socializing with the same people over and over every day. Sometimes you wish you could stop existing for one day, to sit and relax and not having anyone approach you or texting you about school or whatever the heck it is that they want.

Low-key, I'm all right Would you say you depend on the weather? My sunshine Is a buzz and a light, I'll be singing out I know it's hard to believe me It's a good day

It makes you feel guilty. Like you’re some kind of awful human being that’s incapable of forming any good and stable friendships. That’s a lie of course, you have plenty of good long-term friendships, but you simply can’t tell why they tire you out like this. Your friends aren’t mean to you, they aren’t annoying on purpose either... then why are you so grumpy?

The answer hits you like a ton of bricks. You arrive at your cabin and you freeze at the sight: Your brother’s visiting.

He’s unpacking, his back is turned to you so he doesn’t see you when you enter, he’s got earphones on so he can’t hear you either. He’s humming under his breath, and you stand there watching him put his shirts carefully one on top of another.

You turn around to close the door quickly and move over to where your brother is, he feels the movement and stops, looking over at you and smiling when he sees you.

“Hi, Y/N!” His eyes are bright and happy to see you for the first time in at least two months. “Everything okay?”

He asks this not because he can tell you’re upset, it’s the usual way you guys greet each other, and for some reason, even though you’re sick of the routine, the familiarity in which he talks to you makes you lose it.

You can’t even reply at his question, you’re in tears and you can’t stop yourself from looking like a crazy person. Jason is both, surprised and frightened at your sudden burst, but he’s quick to put an arm around your shoulders and guide you to your bunkbed.

“What’s going on, Y/N?”

How can you tell him that you’re crying because you’ve missed him? Having him back is a harsh slap on the face, you’ve been surrounded by people every day since he left, but you’re still lonely. You need your brother, a family. Everyone here has lots of siblings and you just have two, and both of them are always far from camp. You need them, and it’s frustrating to think that they don’t need you at all.

Once you’ve calmed yourself down and try to explain to him what’s going on —although not even you can tell exactly what’s happening, so you try your best—he’s so understanding it almost brings you back to tears.

“I could always come back for Christmas?”

“You had plans already,” You shake your head. “I don’t want you to pity me, Jason. I don’t want you to hang out with me as an obligation.”

“Well, I’m your brother, there will always be some level of obligation between us,” He jokes.

“Not helping!” You pout, once again hiding behind your hands.

“Alright, listen!” Jason pulls down your hands so you can look at him. “I came here to see you, because I was missing you too, see? You’re not the only one who’s missing a sibling. I had this huge empty space in my schedule because one of my teachers got sick and so I decided to visit you and have fun. What were you planning to do today?”

You shrug, you’ve been sulking for so many days your routine has fallen apart completely. Your schedule is empty for the rest of the weekend and you tell him exactly that. His eyes light up with the news.

“That’s great! We can spend some quality time together, we can catch up, maybe by the time I have to leave you’ll be ready to go back and train with your friends...”

Today's a good day Never know, never know When the next one will show, it'll show So I'ma sing my soul, I'ma sing my soul

The thought of having to say goodbye so soon after his arrival makes you frown, but then again, three whole days of nothing but quality time with your brother await, and you’d hate wasting them in a tantrum.

“Where should we start?”

Time slips easier than sand through your fingers; Jason doesn’t treat you any differently after your little crisis, he jokes with you, annoys you like the brother he’s always been, and makes you laugh so hard you even choke on your drink at least twice each night.

Your shoulders feel lighter, but you still think you should do something about those intrusive thoughts when you’re left alone, you know Nico used to struggle with his solitude until he started to talk to Mr D in a therapy of sorts, but you’re too shy to approach the God, so you decide on baby steps. 

The first thing you do when you wake up on the last day of Jason’s stay, is to go out and train with your friends, colors are a little brighter today and your friends welcome you back with open arms, they understand how it is when you’re a Big-Three kid, but they love you just the same, they love you as much as your own family, which is something that you still can’t quite comprehend, but it makes you giddy inside. 

There will be days in which you won’t feel lively at all, but the key is to push through it, find ways in which you can make those times bearable, at least until you gather enough courage to ask Mr. D or Chiron for real help. You’re pretty sure that by now they know you’re not fully alright, but they can wait until you’re ready, I mean, being immortal gives makes you truly patient.

It’s time to say goodbye to your brother again, but this time you decide against it. When he hugs you, you look at him with a genuine smile and ask him:

“Is it alright if I’m the one visiting you on Christmas? Your friends won’t mind it, right?”

Jason looks at you proudly, he knows that this is your way of showing that you care, that you’re trying to get better. He does his best to follow the conversation like it’s not a big deal, but you know he’s happy for you, and that makes you even eager to improve.

“Nah, it’s fine,” He admits. “They’ll love you. If anything I should be the one worrying, what if they decide they like you better than me?”

“I think it’s a fact they’ll love me more than they love you, I mean, I’m the cutest sibling,” Your smile falters when you add, “don’t tell Thalia I said that.”

The boy laughs, he pulls you close roughly and hugs you so tight you complain about a broken rib. You elbow him playfully and you know you’ll miss this once he’s away, but that’s part of the charm of having siblings, you live with them for a long time until they have to go away, and then you realize how much you love having them around, even if they annoy the shit out of you. The last thing you realize, is that it doesn’t matter how many times he has to leave, he’ll always come back, and he’s always going to be your brother.

I'm all right I'm all right I think that I'm all right It's a good day

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@beneaththeiceandsnow 

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//two friends and a stranger

Request: Hi! Can I request rly angst poly relationship between sweet pea reader and a third girl and reader starts feeling unloved bc they always ignore her and go dates without her and when they do talk to her they're rly rude and mean overall? Thank you!!!

hey! this was so much fun to write, which isn’t that surprising because i love writing angst sooo. and there is no happy ending to this. so if you want to hurt, you’ve come to the right place.  anyway, i hope you like it! and i hope everyone has a great day!! 

It started slow at first. Missed calls here and ignored texts there. 

But then missed calls turned into missed dates and ignored texts turned into them leaving a place whenever you arrived. This went on for months, dates being planned when they knew you were busy, only to lie when they’re caught. 

They would look through you instead of at you, and you had no idea what changed. Until one day you woke up and you realized, what started as a loving relationship between three best friends, had ended with two friends and a stranger. 

Sweet Pea and Clara loved fiercely. And you always admired that. You knew when they were in love, and to be on the receiving end of it felt magical. It made you feel like you could do anything, anything would be possible as long as you had them on your side. They made you feel safe and warm and happier than you’d ever felt before. 

You found yourself day dreaming futures with them, filled with love and laughter. 

The three of you would save enough money to move out of the southside, and hopefully out of Riverdale, the only real ties you had here were your friends and all of them wanted to move too. You’d get a house somewhere, and decorate however you pleased. It would definitely be a mess with three people’s preferences crammed into a small house, but it would work. It would have a certain charm to it. There’d be photos and plants, candles and trinkets. All of them having a memory related to at least one of you. 

Friends would come over for parties, all of you reminiscing about the past and hoping for a future. With drunken karaoke thats filmed for future viewing that you can barely hear over the loud laughter in the background. You’d see how happy you all were, when you’re old and wrinkled, and you’d smile at each other. The three of you sat in your own arm chairs, either watching tv or reading. 

Nights would be spent wrapped in each others arms, rotating who’s the big spoon and who’s the little (somehow it would always be Sweet Pea), whispering plans for the future, stories from the past. About how Sweet Pea and Clara hated each other when they first met, and how it was you being friends with both of them that brought you all closer. Shushed laughter between you and Clara when Sweet Pea falls asleep with his mouth open and drooling. Soft kisses before bed, rushed kisses in the morning, slow and passionate kisses when hands have wandered. 

Inside jokes that confuse your friends, surprise dinners made for one another after long days at work. And the train of washing up (named by you) afterwards. One washes, one dries, the other puts away. Perfect.

Holidays and pets, candid pictures of one or two of you, posed pictures of all three of you when Sweet Pea figures out how to work the camera you and Clara bought him. 

Christmas’ spent watching movies in bed with hot chocolate, New Years spent with friends, counting down until the next year, hopefully to be filled with more luck that the last. Halloweens spent dressed up after months of planning your costumes. Birthdays spent being fussed over by the other two. 

All the good and bad things that life has to through you, all together. 

So many stories would be told within the four walls all of which you couldn’t wait for. 

All of which you’ve watched slowly fade away. You could feel them, they were so close, and then slowly but surely you watched them disappear. Instead being replaced with sadness and the feeling of being alone. 

Until it becomes apparent that they still wanted all of those things, just without you. 

You’ve been through pain in your life. It’s only natural, pain and life come hand in hand. You can’t live without suffering. 

You’ve watched friends and family die, been in your fair share of fights. Watched as friends come and go, watched as they’ve fought. People have left, people have struggled, you’ve struggled. 

But the pain you’ve felt the past few months, as you’ve watched the two people you love the most slowly pull away from you without a word. Watched as they’ve pretended nothing is wrong, come up with excuses as to why neither of them returned your calls or didn’t show for your date. It hurts more than any punch to the face. You feel it all over, it seeps into your bones and it doesn’t move. If anything it gets worse with each day. 

You watch them at parties they didn’t bother to invite you to. You watch as they laugh and kiss and dance, like they’re the only two people in the world. To you they are. But to them, you’re just another face in the crowd it seems, unimportant and invisible. They’re surrounded by friends, everyone happy. And when Toni or Fangs ask where you are, they say they’re not sure, assuring them that you’re around somewhere. 

You’ve tried talking to them, managing only a few times to get them both alone, but anytime you bring it up, they send each other an unreadable expression before reassuring you that nothing is wrong. 

You’re not sure how you got here. 

You were only supposed to be going for a short walk, needing to get out of the house for a bit. It feels too crowded at the minute, despite it just being you for the most part. Your parents come and go, but they mostly go. You feel every room is filled with memories and Sweet Pea and Clara, they follow you wherever you go, until they get too much. 

It was supposed to be a small walk around the block. But when you got to the end of the road, you kept walking. It was like something was pulling you, despite the darkness of the night and the fear slowly creeping up inside of you. You walked. 

You walked until you stopped outside of her house. Clara has the nicest home out of the three of you. It’s one of the very few actual houses on the Southside. The rest are trailers, tents and and a run down apartment complex, the latter being the one you live in. 

It’s filled with mice and rats and bugs, the heating doesn’t work in the winter and the air conditioning doesn’t work in the summer. But it’s four walls and a roof and you’re not planning on being there for very long. At least you weren’t. 

Clara’s house is nice. It’s quite nice for the southside, but it’s been bought with dirty money and so she’s excited to leave. 

After the trailer park burned down, Sweet Pea went between you and Clara until they got tents. But even after he got, he didn’t spend much time in it. He would usually be at yours, but now you can’t remember the last time he so much as visited. 

Now you’re here, you’re not really sure what to do. The peeling paint on the wooden door brings a flicker of a smile to your lips. It feels like home. So many memories have been made out here alone. 

You and Clara were friends long before you got together. And so you spent more time here than your own house. You would play outside when you were younger, despite how much her mother insisted on playing inside or out the back garden. Back then, you didn’t understand why she was so worried about you being out there, but the older you got the more you realized. By that point you know longer played anyway, you spent your nights either out with the serpents or in the Wyrm. 

You remember standing and kissing her on the doorstep, the brightest smile on your faces when you pulled away. You remember thinking that you’d never feel happier than you were right then. 

You remember Sweet Pea picking you up for dates, the two of you spending the afternoon getting ready together. You and Sweet Pea would walk her back home, both pressing a kiss to her cheek before leaving. She’d watch you walk away, a soft smile playing on her lips as you disappeared down the street. 

Or getting caught in the rain and running up the steps, Clara fiddling with the key while you jumped from one foot to the other to keep warm, and Sweet Pea would slip up the steps. 

The night you, her and Sweet Pea sat on the doorstep waiting for her parents to come back from whatever they were doing. Clara had heard them talking earlier, only getting pieces of what they saying but it was enough to worry her. So you and Sweet Pea stayed, and distracted her with games and jokes until they turned up. 

You hear laughter from behind the door and you’re pulled back to reality, your smile disappearing, a frown taking its place as you feel the disappointment settle back in. 

The problem with memories is that you can get lost in them. 

You close your eyes, take a deep breath and wish that this ends well. You know you love them, and if being a serpent has taught you anything, it’s that you fight for what you love. They may have given up on you, but you haven’t given up on them, or yourself for that matter. You deserve an explanation at the very least. And you’re not leaving until you get one. 

You knock on the door and wait, with bated breath and fingers crossed. After a few seconds the door swings open revealing Clara. Her smile falters when her eyes land on you and she looks down, desperately avoiding eye contact. 

The gesture hurts, but it just blends in with the rest of the pain you’re feeling so you power through. 

“Hey Y/n.” It’s like she has to force your name past her lips while reluctantly looking at you. You send her a small smile before looking past her, watching as Sweet Pea slowly shuffles towards the door. The confused expression on his face disappears once he see’s you, its replaced by something you can’t quite place. 

Guilt? Disappointment? Relief? Maybe its a mix of all three. You try not to let it affect you, your gaze lingering on the tall serpent before looking back at Clara. They shift awkwardly, having a silent conversation with each other while you stand on the doorstep. 

“Sorry we didn’t invite you.” Clara starts, her sentence rushed like it’s the first thing thats come to mind. Her hair falls in front of her face, but she does nothing to move it and you realize she’s probably trying to hide. You have an urge to brush it away, a gesture that would make her smile and blush, but the thought of doing it now makes you feel sick. 

“Yeah, we thought you were busy.” Sweet Pea adds, glancing at her before looking back at you. 

“Its fine.” You force a smile. “Can I come in?” 

“Er, yeah, Sure.” Clara nods reluctantly. She opens the door further and steps to the side to let you. 

A shaky breath escapes your lips as you walk over the threshold. It feels like years since you last stepped foot in here. Nothing has changed. The ugly rug is still by the front door. When you were younger you used to wrap yourselves up in it and take it in turns sliding down the stairs. Every single time would end in her mom telling you off, but you would just giggle and do it again when she wasn’t paying any attention. 

The cabinet with the fancy plates is still against the wall. A wedding present for her parents from her grandma. What they don’t know is that you ran into it when you were drunk. Thankfully only a plate smashed and you remember thinking it was the funniest thing in the world one minute before hysterically crying the next. It ended in an equally drunk Sweet Pea and Clara gluing it back together and putting it back before her parents got home. The next morning you woke up with your hands stuck together. Clara and Sweet Pea you understood, but you went no where near the glue and to this day it’s still a mystery. 

“Hey, remember when you fell into that.” Clara chuckles suddenly, the sound taking both you and Sweet Pea surprise. You look at each other, but it doesn’t last long, he looks at the floor making you sigh. 

“Why are you doing this?” You ask bluntly and they look at you surprised. They clearly weren’t expecting that, but neither were you to be honest. 

“I-i.” 

“What do you mean?” Sweet Pea asks. He looks back at you, but he can’t bear to look at you properly for more than a few seconds. 

“Please don’t.” Your voice breaks and you feel the tears building. The months you’ve spent trying to stay positive, trying to write off their excuses and lies. They can spend as much time as they want together, you just want them to stop ignoring you, stop lying to you. To stop forcing themselves to love you. 

You can feel their eyes on you while you stand in front of them, your arms wrapped around yourself. 

“Just, don’t. I just want to know why you’re doing this. You can tell me if you don’t want to be with me anymore. I’d honestly prefer that than whatever this is. Your lies and excuses and clear avoidance of me. If you’ll be happier without me, just tell me.” Tears slip from your eyes and you quickly wipe them away, forcing yourself to look at them. 

You were expecting at least a little emotion from them, but their faces look more like stone than skin. Their expressions hard as they move closer to each other. 

“You’re right.” Sweet Pea starts. 

“We are happier without you.” Clara finishes. 

It feels like you’ve been punched in the gut, you feel winded, like you can’t breathe. Tears flow down your cheeks but you don’t bother to wipe them. They did this, they have to face it. 

“Okay.” You take another shaky breath. “Any reason in particular?” You don’t know why you asked that. You should have just left, but you feel yourself stuck to the spot, unable to escape. 

They look at each other, having another silent conversation and you watch as their expressions change. It goes from unsure, to sadness and then ends on something you’ve never seen before, not towards you at least. Spite.

“We’ve fallen out of love with you. It’s like, when we’re together, it’s the full package, and I could see us with other people in the future. Just not you.” Sweet Pea explains and a sob escapes your lips. You can’t breathe, the air feels tight around you. Like there’s a limited supply of oxygen and they’re taking it all. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You manage to ask. 

“Couldn’t be bothered.” Clara shrugs. 

“We kept forgetting I suppose.” 

“But I love you.” You know you sound pathetic, your voice raw and croaky, your cheeks red, your eyes puffed. This can’t be real. They love you, you love them. Thats how it was always going to be. 

“Thats sweet.” Clara starts. 

“But it’s not reciprocated...sorry.” Only now does Sweet Pea look remorseful as he looks back at the hardwood floor. 

“Okay.” You manage to gather yourself together. Taking a deep breath and looking both of them in the eye before shoving past them. They both sway, hurt flashing in their eyes but you don’t see it. You’re too busy trying to get out and away from them. 

Once you’re stood on the doorway again, you make sure to look at them individually.

“I hope you guys are very happy together.” You force out through gritted teeth. 

The door slams closed and a piece of red paint falls to the floor. Your knees buckle beneath you, sobs wracking your body as you drop to the floor. 

The streetlight illuminates the dark street, making your tears on the ground sparkle. You watch them dry and they seep into the cement, disappearing almost as soon as they fall. 

They engrain themselves into the concrete and with them follows another memory you know you’ll never forget. 

No matter how hard you try. 

[blossom-hwa]

Okay I'm super sorry if I'm requesting too many things but I was listening to holiday music while driving home from work yesterday and was suddenly struck by the need for some chaotic holiday/winter shenanigans with the boyz, if that's okay? Reader involvement isn't necessary! Pretty please and thank you sooo much ❤❤❤ -🌻

You’re not requesting too many things don’t worry Sunny!!! I literally owe you everything for half the fics I’ve written in the past year so there’s no way I could refuse, also this is what the drabble game is for!! I hope you enjoy this half-baked bullshit LMAO

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(don’t think I've mentioned it but all of these text aus are in the same universe lol)

(also this ended up not being as holiday-ish as you probably wanted.... SORRY)

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Title: Holiday Shenanigans

Pairing: no pairings, just the boyz being dumb

Triggers: a lot of cursing

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quick clarification:

papi: sangyeon

angel: jacob

moon scribblez: kevin

new kid: chanhee

starbucks tissues: changmin

sundae: sunwoo

bread: younghoon

the better hyun: hyunjae

the better jae: eric

professional rollerblader: juyeon

foodie: haknyeon

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new kid: I'm going to commit murder

sundae: who’s he making empty threats about this time

new kid: IT’S NOT AN EMPTY THREAT

moon scribblez: who wants to hear about the cockroach that fucking crawled out of my mop today!!

papi: pls don’t tlalk about it I was scarred for life

moon scribblez: IT’S YOUR TUTORING CENTER IT’S Y O U R FAULT WE HAVE A COCKROACH INFESTATION

papi: it’s not an infestation Kevin

new kid: is no one going to pay attention to my murder

angel: I will! but I won’t be an accessory

moon scribblez: I BEG TO FUCKING DIFFER

moon scribblez: THAT THING WAS HUGE IT WAS MORE LIKE A SPIDER JFC

new kid: I love you jacob

moon scribblez: IF I SHAKE THE FUCKING MOP TODAY AND COCKROACHES CRAWL OUT I’M QUITTING MY FUCKING JOB

angel: love you too <3

sundae: /barfs/

papi: #1 sunwoo just bc you’re allergic to emotion doesn’t mean the rest of us are

papi: some of us are capable of love

new kid: JI CHANGMIN ISN’T

papi: #2 I don’t own the center I'm just the center director therefore I do not take responsibility for any possible infestations we may have

starbucks tissues: I heard my name :D

new kid: sTOP FUCKING TERRIFYING ME WHEN I’M JUST TRYING TO WORK

new kid: IT’S ALMOST C H R I S T M A S HALLOWEEN IS G O N E

papi: therefore take it up with the owners @ moon scribblez

starbucks tissues: but it’s always halloween :(

moon scribblez: I TOOK THE MOP TO THE SINK

moon scribblez: PUT IT THERE AND TURNED ON THE FAUCET

moon scribblez: A FUCKING BROWN SPIDER-LOOKING COCKROACH BITCH ASS C R A WL E D OUT

moon scribblez: AND YOU WON’T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY??????????

papi: I just deal with the parents and the kids not bugs

new kid: it is NOT ALWAYS FUCKING HALLOWEEN

new kid: IF YOU WANT TO CELEBRATE

new kid: CELBRATE C RH SI T MA S 

moon scribblez: time to pin it on ella

starbucks tissues: :(

sundae: now look what you’ve done chanhee

sundae: you’ve made him sad

new kid: I GOT TERRIFIED BY A NUN MASK AND YOU CARE ABOUT IF H E’ S SAD????????????????

starbucks tissues: :(

angel: I think I'm going to head out

angel: I don’t think even I can heal this rift

moon scribblez: well if jacob’s out I'm out

moon scribblez: I have a solution to my problems 

papi: just don’t get me involved

moon scribblez: no promises !

starbucks tissues: I can scare ella if you want kevin :)

moon scribblez: YES FUCKING PLEASE

papi: I'm going to get fired

moon scribblez: maybe so :D

new kid: no one cares about my problems I see

new kid: everyone hates me

sundae: ya it’s bc you’re the new kid

new kid: I exist only for pain 

~

bread: so hyunjin told me to tell changmin to stop using various horror movie masks to terrify him at work

starbucks tissues: so out of work is fair game?

bread: idk he didn’t specify

bread: probably

starbucks tissues: :D

the better hyun: oh what the fuck this shit isn’t normal

the better hyun: it’s impossible for someone to be so cute but so terrifying

starbucks tissues: I'll take that as a compliment :D

the better hyun: it isn’t but whatever makes you happy ig

the better jae: changmin

the better jae: I only ask that you leave the nun mask and chucky doll at home when we have our christmas party

starbucks tissues: well that’s no fun :(

bread: changmin I'm sorry but your idea of fun is very different from ours

bread: Jacob back me up

angel: I'm sorry changmin but he’s right :(

starbucks tissues: :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

the better hyun: by the way for the party

the better hyun: who’s doing what???????

the better jae: I'm bringing the xbox!!

foodie: I'm bringing cookies !

papi: I'm cooking with Kevin and juyeon

professional rollerblader: yes it’s going to be fun

professional rollerblader: Kevin says he’s going to make a cheesecake

the better jae: can I save a piece for jisung??

moon scribblez: if we don’t eat all of it

new kid: why

new kid: why did I just hear screaming from the tutoring center

moon scribblez: oH MY GOD SANGYEON

professional rollerblader: TAHT WAS GLORIOUS

sundae: what happened

foodie: why do you only show up for chaos

sundae: I only exist for chaos nothing else is worth my time

the better jae: fair enough

angel: what happened? I thought I saw someone fall ??

angel: but I'm across the walkway so idk :(

angel: is everyone all right?

papi: I think I have a concussion

moon scribblez: oh please you just fell off a tiny stepladder

professional rollerblader: can’t believe sangyeon just fell off a stepladder trying to put up a fucking Christmas stocking 

papi: I hate christmas

papi: I hate everything

moon scribblez: the kids are laughing

moon scribblez: I think I'm going to bust a lung

papi: my dignity has been stripped and I no longer want to live

the better hyun: wait juyeon why are you even there 

the better hyun: you don’t even tutor

foodie: ‘does she even go here’

the better jae: ‘does she even go here’

foodie: ERIC

the better jae: HAK

sundae: oh wow amazing their brain cells conjoined into one single coherent thought and of course it had to be a mean girls reference

starbucks: how did this start out with younghoon telling me to stop scaring hyunjin at work

bread: honestly I don’t know

~

moon scribblez: winter break is upon us

moon scribblez: and I can now bask in the fact that I don’t have to teach spoiled rich assholes basic math for two whole weeks !

papi: speak for yourself

moon scribblez: your fault for being center director

angel: I hate to agree with Kevin and be mean but you really did bring that upon yourself sangyeon

papi: want death

professional rollerblader: no don’t die! we need your food for the party tomorrow

papi: can’t believe all you care about is my food not even me

sundae: did you expect anything different

papi: on a regular basis no

papi: but it’s the holiday season

new kid: holidays are a social construct made to force us into the world of capitalism and giving our money to fat fucking corporations like amazon

starbucks tissues: if I could give Jeff Bezos a heart attack with my nun mask I would

new kid: that’s the only use of that mask that I approve of

starbucks tissues: turn around

the better jae: was that

the better jae: was that new

bread: I don't think I've ever heard chanhee scream that loud

foodie: I’m at the food court and I heard that what the fuck

foodie: the build a bear is like all the way down the mall what the fuck

starbucks tissues: :)

bread: I think that scream rivaled changmin’s dolphin levels

sundae: brb still dying of laughter

sundae: I'm so happy I caught that on video

new kid: Kim sunwoo

new kid: don’t you fucking dare

sunwoo: [ 1 video attached ]

new kid: someone’s dying tonight

professional rollerblader: I can’t believe I missed this I'm so mad

foodie: I think the fake Santa Claus looking over in abject horror just adds to it

starbucks tissues: ^^^

new kid: someone’s dying tonight

angel: there there

angel: no one’s dying tonight

new kid: someone IS

new kid: AND NOT EVEN JACOB CAN STOP ME

the better jae: bet changmin’s mask can

new kid: I'm ripping that fucking mask to shreds

starbucks tissues: :(

bread: now he’s hugging the fucking mask like it’s his baby 

bread: [ 1 image attached ]

the better hyun: as I have said before

the better hyun: it is not normal for someone to look that cute while holding a fucking horror movie mask

papi: I've come to accept that none of you are normal

papi: I think it’s best for your sanity to accept that too

moon scribblez: I'm so late but I'm also rolling on the floor with laughter

papi: can confirm he’s actually on the floor

papi: Kevin you give our center a bad name

moon scribblez: I deadass do not care

moon scribblez: you gave me ashley today so I'm giving you chaos

moon scribblez: suck it <3

angel: she can’t be that bad?????????

moon scribblez: Jacob I know you’re an angel

moon scribblez: but you don’t understand

angel: I guess I don’t :/

~

foodie: I'm going into a food coma!

foodie: don’t attempt to contact me for the next twenty four hours peace <3

sundae: we wouldn’t have in the first place

foodie: :(

angel: sunwoo don’t be mean :(

sundae: fine

sundae: sorry hak

foodie: :)

new kid: the power of one Jacob bae

starbucks tissues: he prevents wars with just his smile

bread: all hail the angel

the better jae: *bows*

angel: guys pls

moon scribblez: no they’re right

moon scribblez: he took me home last night when I was drunk off my ass

moon scribblez: a true angel

angel: guys pls I'm blushing :(

papi: can confirm ! I'm sitting next to him

papi: also he made me hangover soup so can confirm the angel bit too

professional rollerblader: honestly if Jacob wasn’t here we wouldn’t have survived last night

professional rollerblader: he de-escalated Mario kart

professional rollerblader: stayed sober

professional rollerblader: took people home

foodie: all hail Jacob bae

the better jae: I thought you were in a food coma?????

foodie: came back to pay my respects to our lord and savior Jacob bae

the better jae: ok valid

angel: g u y s

the better hyun: has this conversation just become an all hail Jacob bae conversation

moon scribblez: do you want to fucking argue about it

the better hyun: no on the contrary

the better hyun: I'm joining

the better hyun: alL HAIL JACOB BAE

papi: amen

moon scribblez: aMen

professional rollerblader: a fucking men

angel: I'm going to start crying guys pls

new kid: NO DON’T CRY

starbucks tissues: Jacob don’t cry :(((((((((

angel: you guys are so sweet I can’t not cry

papi: I'm hugging him now no more crying

the better jae: two bros, chillin in a hot tub

the better jae: no feet apart bc they’re secure in their masculinity and love each other very much <3

moon scribblez: FIVE FEET APART BC THEY’RE NOT GAY

moon scribblez: fuck

the better jae: YOU RUINED IT

the better jae: yOU BITCH

professional rollerblader: didn’t Jacob call us sweet like one minute ago?

new kid: well he’s an angel he sees the best in us

sundae: there’s no best in you bitch

new kid: oh fuck you

bread: great way to end the holiday season ig

[fmdjaewonarchive]

event post time lets goooooo. as usual, under the cut there will be some general ideas for event, pls like this post or slide into my ims/dscrd if u wanna plot! i’m trying to be as detailed as possible but like, there is a lot going on, this list probs won’t be exhaustive. i’m also open to p much anything so pls don’t feel limited to any of these plots!! im down for anything!!! either way, continue below the cut if u wanna know more ab what my kids are getting up to (any dates that arent specified i just... didn’t decide on anything and am open to Absolutely anything):

JAEWON: 

general: backstage at the concerts is v welcome for any of the days, just idk, hanging out, i’m tryna keep this v general. pros: jaewon is p proud for unity snatching one of the three closing performance slots, dimensions’ pride indeed. cons: he probably has his tits out, jaewon always has his tits out on stage, he rlly lives like this. anyone is allowed to feel whatever way he wants ab either of those two things.

dec 26: jaewon pulls a blue card cuz sexy pool montage of jaewon. ok im kidding (kinda). idk, kick his ass at games, team up w him to crush the competition,  drown his stupid ass, literally anything.

dec 26: so SOMEONE learned his lesson from the halloween party, no alcohol at the ball for him. come clown him w/ memories of that night (he sure doesnt have any) or idk, try to talk him into drinking (he won’t)

dec 26: in general, i think jaewon might forego most of the party, just find a quiet spot to hang out, look at the sea or some fake deep shit. if anyone is feeling up to it come hang out w him and, idk, reflect on the past year. it’s a time for realizing stuff. (the muse in question would have to b somewhat close to jaewon for this but like im always down to plot that out!)

dec 27: idk, jaewon will probably forego most of the traveling and exploring, opt for a calm day on board instead, anything re: that is super welcome.

dec 28: jaewon ends up in team red for the day so like, kitchen antics w/ jaewon. he’s a surprisingly good cook (shoutout to grandma park, the real og, for kicking this idiot into the kitchen since a young age)

dec 30: jaewon pulls blue again and... you’d think he wouldn’t be as disgruntled about it? someone pls kick his shins till he accepts going to the spa isn’t such a bad thing sir just relax for one (1) day it will Not kill you

YUANJUN: 

dec 26:  yuanjun pulls a yellow card cuz dancing king xiao yuanjun sure as hell is fucking involved in this god damn flashmob sUE ME. local enthusiastic dance teacher, will annoy anyone who Doesn’t Want To Be There into having fun and partaking, cutely messing around w people who are having a good time anything you need him to!

dec 26: in their free time after that he’ll def drag someone along to come explore the ship with him so like!!! will they get lost? possibly, but it will be Fun

dec 26: someone decorate sugar cookies w him at the holiday ball pLEASE

dec 27: yuanjun is DEFINTELY exploring the hecc out of taipei, grab dinner w him, go late night shopping w him, sightseeing, ANYTHING

dec 28: he pulls yellow again so you know how it is, photo session at the zoo, you just know he’s going to vibing so hard taking pictures of animals. whether they succeed or not i’m not decided on, im down for either way tbh

29 dec: YUANJUNS BDAY BITCHESSSSSS. ill probs write up an open ab this, but he’s !!!! going to be so annoying the entire day, he WILL be acting like bc has organized this entire thing Just for his 21st bday and u can’t stop him (you can try tho, feel free to attempt and burst his bubble). again, i’ll do a general open for this but if anyone wants to do anything specific for his bday let me kno uwu

30 dec: this time he ends up w a red card and he will be whining and pouting about his, he rlly has to clean up? the day after his birthday? preposterous how dARE they

31 dec: firework go boom and yuanjun WILL be endlessly fascinated by it, idk man why do we let him look at dangerous explosive things. this isn’t an idea but? it could be? i think? idk man

MINAH: 

general: someone that teams up w/ minah and makes a pact to try every restaurant on the ship at least once,,, good food is important okay

dec 26: minah pulls blue and... why do they expect her to play pool games? idk man she’s just going to be worried ab people cuz pls don’t drown children. also good luck if u are on a team w her for anything, you’ll probs lose

dec 26: someone,,, come make,,, gingerbread houses w minah,,, i just think it’d be neat,,, pls i need this

dec 26: minah will mourn not having like a classic christmas at home watching stupid movies and shit, someone that sets up some kind of small tradition w her at the ball to make up for it?

dec 28: minah pulls red and wow kitchen work w minah thats neat she knows how to cook this will be easy WRONG ur stuck w her and shes a huge control freak and will correct every little thing you do and jesus christ woman leave them ALONE they’re TRYING

dec 30: minah pulls red,,, again,,, and tbh this time she won’t be as annoying, just some therepeutic cleaning, if ur muse complains ab it tho she might lecture them. alternatively: ur muse pulled yellow and they think they’re being casual but minah calls them out cuz “hey i didnt see u around before have u been slacking???”

dec 31: minahs baby sister minji is attending the busan concert and minah will be over the moon about it, odds are she will chat ur muses’ ear off ab it backstage, sorry not sorry!

YENA:

general: first things first, yena doesn’t have a roommate yet so like,,, any female-presenting muses hit me UPPPP 

general: yena will be complaining backstage at the concerts tbh, she’s tryna celebrate a vacation here why does she have to WORK, does anyone really care to see gal.actic perform anyway?

dec 26: yena pulls red and has to help decorating which honestly she’ll enjoy but i also just need someone to playfully fuck around w her cuz yena doesnt Do excessive labor and instead decorate her in tinsel instead because yes, yena IS the main attraction here thank you

dec 26: yena WILL spend most of the holiday ball in the indoor pool, chilling in a jacuzzi w a glass of champagne or smth, real hot girl shit, you know how it is

dec 28: lucky queen pulls blue which means she gets to go shopping, it also means she’s going to try and scam someone into spending their money on buying her pretty things, whether she’s succesful or not

dec 30: this time. yena is on team yellow and she ends up later tagging along to the spa day and tbh, id like to think she’d do a pretty convincing job at it, acting queen nam yena pop off

dec 31: if u think yena will see the new year sober ur WRONG and truly u should know better, if there is any night she goes stupid crazy its this night just saying

jan 1: god she’s going to complain the living FUCK outta the day cuz of that god damn fansign, in part cuz shes hangover and part cuz ew who even is a gal.actic stan in 2020. either join her in her complaining or lecture her ab being thankful for fans or smth!

[nomattertheoceans]

Feysand + “You’re too old to be asking for candy but also you’re horrifically and hilariously drunk so I guess you can have a kitkat” AU (bc you reblogged it and said feysand!!!)

Giiiiiirl I’m sorry it’s not very Halloween-ny but I hope you’ll like it anyway!!!!  😘 😘 🎃 🎃

Feyre was coming back to her couch after having given out candies when she heard another knock on her door. Pausing the movie she’d been watching, she went to the front door again.

A group of girls were waiting for her outside, maybe twelve or thirteen years old, and all dressed in Ghostbusters outfits.

“Trick or treat!!” They all yelled in unison, and Feyre laughed before giving out candies to each of them, congratulating them on their costumes. She looked up from them, and her eyes fell on the man who was accompanying them.

“Rhysand?”

His name escaped her lips without her wanting to, but she was too surprised to care. Because there, behind the girls, was the guy who was always seating behind her in her introduction to modern art class. The absolutely gorgeous, amazingly funny, and impossibly obnoxious guy she’d been trying to avoid as much as possible since the beginning of terms. And here he was, wearing an equally tacky ghostbuster costume, trick or treating with a bunch of twelve years old girls.

“Hey Darling,” he greeted her with a wink, and the girls all giggled.

“Aren’t you a little old for this?”

He laughed and ruffled the hair of the girl in front of him. “I’m not trick or treating, I’m babysitting. This is my sister.”

The girl indeed looked like a smaller version of him, with the same dark hair and striking blue eyes. She smiled and went back to counting her candies. Feyre didn’t know what to say to him, she felt extremely awkward having opened the door in her lame pajama, expecting to be giving out candies and close it again, and now she was having a conversation with a guy she had been avoiding, in front of a very interested audience.

Rhys seemed to sense her unease, because he rubbed his free hand - the one that wasn’t holding a fake proton pack - against his neck and said: “girls, can you wait for me over there?”

They all grunted but went on their way a few feet away, waiting for him and laughing loudly. Feyre stayed silent, eager to close the door on him, and he didn’t seem to know what to say either, until -

“There’s a party tonight, at Tarquin’s place. I’m going after I’m dropping off the girls. Do you… Are you going?”

She was taken aback by his question, and quickly answered. “I wasn’t invited.”

“I’m inviting you know?” His answer sounded almost like a question. Was he asking her out? She didn’t want to dwell on the idea.

“I’m busy tonight, sorry. Maybe some other time.”

And she closed the door before he could say anything more.

***

It was almost one in the morning, and Feyre was still making her way through her usual movie marathon. She wasn’t really watching though, more focused on reliving her disastrous interaction with Rhys.

God, why was she like that? She’d had a crush on him for more than a year, since maybe the first month of uni, when they had spent an entire frat party debating about a tv show instead of getting drunk. But he was always flirting with everyone he came in contact with, so at the beginning of this term, she’d finally resigned herself to the fact that he wasn’t interested, and decided to move on. And now here he was, inviting her to go to a party with him? What did it mean?

Well, it didn’t matter now, she’d saif no.

A knock on her door made her jump in her couch.

Cautiously, she went to her door and half-opened it to look outside. She sighed and opened it more when she saw who it was.

“What are you doing here, Rhysand?”

He was indeed leaning against her door frame, still wearing his costume, and smiling at her.

“Trick or treat?” he asked in a pleading voice, and she couldn’t stop her laugh.

“Oh, so now you’re trick or treating?”

“Well, my previous attempt didn’t work so I’m trying again. This is your last chance before I move on to the tricks, Darling!”

He was so clearly very drunk, but he was smiling in that adorable way that always made her melt, so she let out a chuckle and grabbed a candy from behind her.

“Here, have a kitkat.”

He took it, but didn’t look away from her. Instead, he moved a little bit closer, and soon he was towering over her and said in a soft voice: “I was hoping for a different sort of treat, Darling. Maybe a kiss?”

She felt heat raise in her cheeks, and decided to change the subject. “Weren’t you supposed to be at a party?”

“I was, but it was too boring without you.”

She rolled her eyes, but opened the door a little more. “Come in, I don’t want to let my door open too long, the cold’ll get in.”

He entered without a word and she led him to the couch.

“You’re watching ‘Home Alone’?”

Oh no.

“It’s a classic,” she retorted in a defensive tone.

“It’s a Christmas classic! You do know it’s Halloween, right?”

Oh, that was bad. He was going to make fun of her.

“I can watch whatever I want.”

But he didn’t answer, instead he lifted the other boxes on her coffee table. “Those are all Christmas movies. Were you having yourself an early Christmas Marathon, Archeron?”

She blushed, but there was no way to deny it now.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I do it every year.”

“You don’t like Halloween?”

“I don’t like watching scary movies alone.”

His small, adorable smile turned almost feral when he looked at her. “Well, maybe you don’t have to watch it alone. What do you say?”

He was clearly drunk. That was the only plausible reason as to why he would show up at her house in the middle of the night and ask to watch scary movies with her instead of being at a party and most likely bring someone home with him.

He was drunk, and she’d promised herself that she would move on from him. But he was also very cute in his ghostbuster costume, looking at her with pleading eyes. So she sighed.

“Alright, you can stay and watch the movie. But we’re watching ‘Home Alone’.”

He sighed and threw his arms up, but a second later, his arm was looped around her shoulder and he was pressing play on her remote.

Startled, Feyre let herself relax against him, and said in a whisper:

“You must be really drunk to want to spend the evening with me, watching Christmas movies on Halloween.”

He looked at her at that, and she realized that their faces were much closer than she’d expected. “I don’t need to be drunk to want to spend time with you, Darling. I just need to be to have the courage to actually do it.”

And with that, he gently grabbed her chin and lowered his lips to hers.

Tagging the people from “If you hold me close” under the cut

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[fireflythecinnamonjollyrancher]

it’s time for ~a year in review~

JANUARY

ya bitch went to paris and became like good, like REALLY good friends with my current roommates!!! we got to see some really beautiful sights, do some STRANGE things like watch a french indie movie and get fucked up at a french gay party club in the basement of our hostel. i apparently shaved my head again (per the use lets be real)

FEBRUARY

accidentally started my Com capstone like a total moron but took it like a mf champ. got to party at a friends place and watch all of “dont hug me im scared”. made a friend try a grap for the first time (he was a sophomore in college). studied a lot with kelli -- and by studying i mean we mostly bullied each other. WENT TO SEE WATSKY with a super dope friend (sad we fell out of touch but she’s living her best life and im happy for her). also like got to meet george watsky uhm WHAT wild. bullied my college in the snow and also manically shoveled the walk. was a bootlicker for the college and dressed in a taco suit

MARCH

WOOF i got pretty fucked up for capstones cast party and this is where the beginning of the end was for some of my friendships. however, other friendships were being built so im grateful for that. ran lights for a really awesome slam poet. FOUND THE KEY THAT WAS MISSING FROM THE THEATRE (turns out it was Sab whoops). spent a lot of time with someone who is no longer a friend -- her choice, certainly not mine. went home for spring break and took so many pictures of my cat. got selected as stage manager for comedy of errors which was a nightmare of a production but certainly not the worst.

APRIL

became a vegetarian!!!! joined/started the flat earth cult because of comedy. helped randi film her weird videos, which was so much fun! the bat came back to the theatre and Basil and I both saw them. comedy of errors opened and it was intense and i really hated every second. ranted about being in a scene for directing, which means i’d been in it for a second. that shit sucked bros oh my god????? he was never on time, he was so disorganized and didn’t understand his own character. organized a dinner for the cast because they had missed a campus dinner for the show. celebrated my best friends birthday!!!! “I can read!” was on the news with two others for comedy. also presented my capstone research for academic showcase day (i still can’t believe people listened to me rant about birth order)

MAY

more videos! this one was zak bagel bites with again my best friends. was elected president for APO and i couldn’t be more grateful. did a research proposal with a friend and i cannot BELIEVE we’re still friends after it because we really could have killed each other. physically fought the MONSTER that is jess (didn’t actually, really should have). helped two friends fall in love on accident/purpose. was elected as KPY president (damn) and forcibly elected as parliamentarian for LPH. ended my junior year. started work immediately after going home for my dad. mostly answered phones, worked 7:30-5 every day for the whole summer yikes. managed to pass junior year with a 4.0!!!

JUNE

 learned a lil how to quote and did NOT enjoy it. went to PRIDE with my wife and bought my first ace flag. it was actually petrifying to buy and wear, but i have one now which is awesome. holy shit got my first tattoo!!! it has faded a bit now but still looked awesome. it was the beginning of an addiction. picked up an internship at my old theatre company and... deeply regretted it as it pushed my 12 hour days to almost 18 hours. literally fell in love with the music director. 

JULY

a random woman complimented me??? so that was fun. watched after my old band directors kids (they were a nightmare i literally never want kids). got to hike and do all that fun stuff. went to the local county fair

AUGUST

my mom admitted to loving brooke more than me on her birthday (fair). got a card from my office team to celebrate my 21st a lil early. went back for SENIOR YEAR BOYS. got drunk at an old friends place. did marching band. moved in with two of my BEST FRIENDS IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. took improv with friends which was lit. we even did a whole performance. met a new friend! my other roommate brought in a new kitten (which became a whole thing holy shit). used school sanctioned ipads to dick around. shaved my head againnnn. was sober at a party (woof why). got the drunkest i have ever been and puked everywhere and passed out on the stairs. have not ever reached that level again. also cracked my phone. fully assumed position as president of two clubs. started rhetoric (yucky) and theatre and diversity (also ick but for different reasons)

SEPTEMBER

became NOT sober literally the next day nice. started the MASH group i think??? which is like the only thing im proud of. it was around here. had to pick up a friend whos car broke down. went to pride in a local town with friends!!! that was fun. turned 21!! couldn’t celebrate bc school and stage management, but my two roommates still made sure i had a good time. marching band boys! we did a LONG ASS parade with my cute lil section. did mixers for KPY and APO! had our first football game. held a band rehearsal in the dark because the lights didn’t work which was funny and SO weird. walked to the trains with some really awesome friends. broke into the cemetery and stole a traffic cone and put it on a statue on campus bc mania. went to a friends musical career takeoff and ran her merch table bc the person who was supposed to run it showed up almost an hour late. someone showed up at the lib while i was closing with a friend asking for a place to stay. i hope hes good now. tried omegle again for whatever reason. tried to go to a local diner and was DENIED bc they went from 24 hours to closing at 10pm so i had a mental breakdown in my car at 2am in a McDonalds parking lot. FINALLY got to celebrate my birthday and go to the bars!!! well bar singular. but had a really good time even if those people aren’t really my friends any more

OCTOBER

homecoming boysssss!!!! also ace pride. worked the WORST thing I have ever had to operate in the chapel but the people were nice about it so i was kinda okay. also got to be a part of the dopest percussion show and ran lights and sound for it. rhetoric ended thank christ and i never want to talk about anti-war messages in MASH ever again. finally learned that my best friend has a partner and was ECSTATIC. worked a haunted house which literally sucked so hard but we made bank on it so im okay with it. were robbed (i still have suspicions who did it but ill keep my mouth shut). dressed up as a newsie for halloween, and my roommates and i all took pictures which was awesome. started my internship and movement and stage

NOVEMBER

LAST FOOTBALL GAME got drunk too often probably lol. got an impulse tattoo with my roommates. went to a soccer game. went to the trains drunk and also olive garden. did trauma training so i got to act hysterical (act?). did some KPY bonding. had a hella long saturday with a concert and everything. shot my shot and MISSED. did greek thanksgiving. played DD for someones birthday bc expired license. got my NEW license. had a horrible time driving to and from thanksgiving break. got to hang with my WIFE

DECEMBER

made it home somehow?? did box office for the children’s show as well as publicity which was a lot of work tbh. went on a double date with my roommates and their partner. did the filming for the college christmas card. had an awesome party at our place and i regret nothing. celebrated the moving out of our 4th roommate. worked my last gig at the museum. managed to scrape by again with a 4.0. threw a great party at my place for like 5 days straight (jesus christ). did a horrible puzzle. tried an edible (suffered for it). hiked in the mountains a lil. caught up with high school friends by drinking which was AWESOME. saw Frozen 2. went out with my fam bam. had a great christmas. also threw a new years party (what??? that just got over) and felt like a pretty good hostess (i just provided alcohol lol but it worked) and got to catch up with some great great awesome friends and keep people safe and off the roads for new years. 

all in all a damn good year. its crazy how quickly things change, but im grateful for the place that i am in. can’t wait to graduate this year and see what happens next!!!

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— pumpkin spice & everything nice.

requests: hi ♥️♥️ idk why i thought of if but its spooky season at target and they have all the Halloween stuff now and i thought about hcs where the reader and the rks dress up as couples costumes or the reader comes out in like this gorgeous makeup look and the bois r SHOOK. haha ilysm and ur writing 💕♥️💕:)

Would you consider writing something for Halloween? I'm a bit of a Halloween nerd (though i cant handle scary things- no horrors for me!). I can just imagine the boys being so confused about people dressing up and everyone handing out candy :') maybe the reader and the Connors could carve pumpkins or watch a scary movie while hiding under blankets and eating all the sweets they managed to get while trick or treating? Anyway, I love ur blog more than I love Halloween, it always makes me smile💕💕

Soooooo it’s October. . . Do you have any ideas for cute couples costumes for the RKs and their S/Os?

i am a slug ahahah pUmPkINKs

Connor:

• he has thought about a cute costume idea for two whole months now • but he’s such a nerd everything he has come up with was too difficult to do or for others to understand • human custom are weird and straining how do people put up with this every year without crying for a solid week • ok maybe he’s got it: either sumo or a cop • no no please don’t tell him he can’t be one of those • you propose a lil’ change tho: you’ll be the cop and he’ll be your criminal, handcuffed to you and all • aND BOY DOES HE LOVES THIS WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL HIM SOONER • not only he gets to be handcuffed to you all night but it’s pretty fun • you go out to a party with some friends and some detectives of the precinct • dragging Hank out of his crib is a hassle but totally worth it he makes the party lots of fun • oh!! if you can he’d like to go home a bit earlier he wants to try to give candies to children he wants to see them smile! • the same smile he has the entire night because?? he was so worried about ‘not doing it right’ but it all turned out so well and,,,, there was no need to worry at all in the first place what a stress fueled android he is!! cuddle him with tiny pecks • he realizes pretty soon that his fav part about this ordeal is coming home with you, the scenery illuminated by thousands of pumpkins hollowed out • of course you two did one too, it was a nice first experience and he ended up with smelling like pumpkin for two days somehow • everyone is out and the streets are filled with laughter and kids • when you and your boyfriend enter the rooms are dimly lit by the scented candles you brought • it’s actually very relaxing and he never noticed • he’s very happy, at night he’s mostly alone so being with you like this is very nice • oh?? you want to watch some movies? • he’ll melt yes he doesn’t want anything else if not hiding under the covers with you and cuddles while the tv softly speaks 

RK900:

• “it’s the fifteenth of September” • “you won’t stop me from buying these tiny pumpkins decorations” • he’s extremely concerned to say the least • like?? why?? • why do you need this many decorations what purpose do they serve • why do you even like having this many decorations it’s a mess • just stop you’re tearing this family apart with your halloween obsession • nevertheless he still helps you putting fake cobwebs on room corners and cooking pumpkin pies • i mean isn’t he the perfect boyfriend? he doesn’t have a fucking clue about what’s going on but still wants to help i love him! • what?? carving?? you won’t carve pumpkins you stupid what if you get hurt that’s a sharp knife right there woah • ok on a second thought you might get to carve the face since you asked so nicely • no you didn’t ask you just exasperated him enough to say yes • he’s still gonna watch you doing it v nervously & worried tho • please let him empty them?? if only that please • ah yes roasting pumpkin seeds is nice plus they are a healthy snack you can have those • why does he have to carve a pumpkin too,,,, • no ‘it’s fun’ it’s not a valid reason he doesn’t have any imagination you’re putting him under pressure™ • yes he does have all the capacities to chisel in a perfect way but?? what?? what does he need to carve?? eyes nose and a mouth?? you sure?? a smiley face maybe?? can’t he carve ‘i love you’ on it give it to you and call it a day? or that would be too cheesy? • “you’re too old to go door-to-door and ask for treats” • “sounds like you’re in for a trick, baby” • oh god if he’s in for a trick, just ask him that again and he’ll make sure that you’ll be too occupied with another kind of treats during Halloween’s night • do we want to talk about the costume? i think we do: a helpless vampire who has no idea about why this holiday is such a big deal and you, his immortal partner vampire for centuries • also,,,, fangs • he’s so handsome and sexy with that red and black outfit he should be arrested • tell him and you’ll have a blue red and black outfit bc he’ll be blushing all the time • i swear if you don’t grab his ass in those leather trousers you’ll live with regret • WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GONNA EAT ALL THOSE SWEETS IN A SINGLE NIGHT HE’S GOING TO DIE PLEASE STOP MAKING HIM SO WORRIED • FUCK YOUR SUGAR LEVELS DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HE’S TALKING ABOUT YOU’RE A TOTAL MONSTER NOT ONLY BECAUSE OF YOUR COSTUME • which he very much like btw • he doesn’t think he’ll survive another Halloween 

RK800-60:

• H̶̨͍̠̻̱̮́͋͋̀͞E̷̢̯̭̖͔̺̝̅̍͊̀̃̋͑̃̕͡ W̖̫̤̻̬̭̯͍͛͋͗̂̌̾̈̀̀Ą̢͍̺̳̹̱̼̬͂̈́̂͋͐͢I̶̡̦̦͈̤̠̠͓̫̘͆̉̎̿̍̚͘̚͡T͔͍̠̞͈̟̊̐̆̀̃͛͋̇̈̚͟Ȇ̵̡̧͔̘͈̥̘̳̌͋̚͡D̹͚͓̹̪̞͇̻̎̀͆́̇͆͒͝ A̷͈͚̖̪̟̼͖̪̍̓̓͌͜͢͡ Ẇ̡̨̤͍̲̺̫̟̥̰͌̀̐̀͠H͎̤͇̮̮̭͇́́̽̐̂̉̊̋̕͝O̡̼̪͇̦̥͛̀̇͆̑̎͂͘̚͟͝Ḷ̷̜̗͊̆̐̌͛͟͢͞͞E̩̫̮̺͈̙͈̓̆̓͐̀ Ȳ̙̥̱͕͖̼̠̓̉͋͐͑̇͘̚͟͡Ę̶̠̗͓͈̦͓͓̙͑̇̔̽͐̚Ą̻̗̲̱̓̀͋̏̍͠R̢̝̤̝̦̩̖̠̿̑̈́̀̀͒ F̷͇̗̤̱̠̂̒̎͛͛̍̐͒̆O̵̺̗̳͍͔̙̰̒̌͂̓̔̃̕̕͜͝Ṟ̨̡̦͔̹̫̠̻̎̃̈̿̂ T̹̝̟̺̊̈́̔̑̌̀̿ͅH͙̠̞̝̝̲̣͗́͛̍̍̉͐͠I͔̥̻̬̩̰̓̍̈̉̈͗̿̂̒͜͡ͅS̸̢͔̗̫͔͈̥͔̬̔̔̂̂͂̀

• no seriously he loves Halloween • yeah he says that about every holiday he experiences but • why didn’t you say it sooner that carving vegetables would be this fun • help how do you stop him from wanting to sculpt every cucumber you have in the fridge • hello yes he wants to choose the costume(!!!!) • what do you mean sailor moon is not a valid disguise he likes her • you’re a real party pooper >:( • OKAY FINE you won’t go as Haruka and Michiru • yeah why are you asking he would be Michiru • so,,,, he’s Frankenstein and you’re his bride • pretty neat honestly do his make-up and he’ll be the most beautiful monster you’ve ever seen • just look at him!! all purple and green he’s a messy handsome android • you both hope make-up will go away from his synthetic skin • oh gosh you’re telling him you’ll have free sweets from strangers? • he tears up when a human give him some candies for the first time • 🎶 two morons chilling on the couch five feet apart cause they have stomachache 🎶 • the third time you announce you want to watch The Nightmare before Christmas again he desperately hacks the tv and puts on some real horror movies • he loves them whatchu gonna do about it • you’re scared? well too bad you’ll have to hug him to feel safe oh noooo 

[official-mr-saxobeat]

N e way it has been 728 days since I last saw/had any communication from my older brother (and longer for my little brother, but I don't know the exact date bc I wasn't fucking PAYING ATTENTION.)

And you know what? I remember the day. 7-14-17. He told me he'd text me the next day and see me the next week. You wanna know how many times he's contacted me? Zero. He's also blocked me. All because his fucking CUNT parents (can you say: DIS-GUS-TENG) decided for some fucking UNKNOWN reason that our mom, sister, and I needed to be cut off completely. Literal family, disowned with absolutely no explanation. He and I were closer than ANYONE and ALWAYS told each other we were more important than anyone else to each other. He has had so, so many opportunities to contact me. Literally just sending a fucking letter could've worked. Just, "Hey, it's Tyler. Simon and I are ok. We miss you a ton. Don't send anything back." But would you guess what? Nope. Nothing. One of his friends said that he misses me, and is apparently going to text me once he's 18. But a mutual friend of ours (who's closer to him than the other one) said more recently that he hates me now! Neat. Great. Good. Wonderful. Our sister lived in a much, MUCH more dangerous house than his, and yet wouldn't you know it! She has contacted me every single time she's had the opportunity, and risked a lot for it too. Even if she couldn't carry on a conversation, she'd let me know that she was at least safe or ok. And wow! Now that she has a phone again, she texts me all the time! Almost like...if you put in the effort to contact someone you care about, you absolutely can! She's planning to drive down and visit me! (If you're reading this Pauline I love you SO HECKING MUCH HOE ASS HOE!!!!)

I even believe that our little brother would have contacted me if he knew how. He was fucking six the last time I saw him. He's turning nine this August. Of COURSE he can't contact me, he doesn't have a phone or know my address to send a letter.

Anyway. I don't know if I'll ever hear from him again. Lots of people have told me to just give up.

....

Don't they get it...? I can't ever give up. He was my everything. Absolutely everything to me. He was there, always, no matter what.

He has no idea how many times I've cried, sobbed myself to sleep over losing him. He has no idea how much sleep I've lost over him, whether it be from nightmares where he finds me and tells me he hates me and hopes I kill myself, or from not being able to sleep because I had an unexplainable feeling that he might, just maybe, come see me, and I didn't want to go to sleep for fear of not hearing a knock or the doorbell. I'd already gone through that with our sister. He has no idea how many times I've come so, so close to just texting him, telling him how much I miss him, telling him I've changed, how much I wish he'd come back. How much I wish I could just hear his voice. See his face. Hear his laugh.

I don't know what I did. I have absolutely no clue. Neither does Pauline. Or our mom. Not an inkling. I found a letter the other day from them when I was going through boxes. A birthday card. There were long messages from both of them (the cunts) inside, telling me how much they loved me, how proud they were of me and the young man I was growing into, how much they loved having me as a part of their family, etc, etc. Who knew that in less than a year and a half from then, they'd be telling me I shouldn't ever ask about going on a family trip to the beach. But not for the same reason it used to be. It used to be, "Don't ever ask if you can come with us on a family trip, you're OBVIOUSLY coming! Why wouldn't you? You are family, after all!"

Then it was, "You're so selfish. Don't EVER ask something like that. Why would you think you could just invite yourself on a trip with us? How DARE you be so disrespectful!? You should be ashamed of yourself."

I hadn't even asked to go. I had been on every single beach trip EVER with them. They were family, after all. Tyler told me they were going to Santa Monica and asked if I was coming. I said no. I hadn't even known anything about it. So I texted CUNT BITCH (CB) and she didn't respond. All I said was, "Hey, Tyler told me you're going on a beach trip on Monday and Tuesday, did you forget to invite me or should I just not come?"

She didn't respond for over four hours. Which was really fucking weird. Because she always responded to me. So I texted again. "It's totally fine if I can't come, I'd just appreciate it if you could tell me instead of leaving me on read please."

Wow! Would you guess what. CUNT FUCK (CF) (her husband) texted me ALMOST IMMEDIATELY from her phone. The message read something like (I don't have the original texts anymore),

"How could you be so selfish. Inviting yourself on a trip that's for FAMILY ONLY. (Insert rant about how I'm a terrible person and caused CB to have a "panic attack") (and yes, I know putting panic attack in quotations seems really bad, but she faked panic attacks the entire time I knew her, aka my whole life. And they got SO much worse in those last couple months.) You hurt CB so much. You know how much she cares about you, and yet you accused her of ignoring you. How could you. I'm disappointed in the amount of disrespect you are showing right now." (Side note, I went over to his house back in June, CB opened the door, didn't recognize me at first, then said, "Nope, get out!" And slammed the door in my face.)

Tyler came over the next day, we hung out, he left. When he hugged me goodbye he said he'd talk to his parents about bringing me on the beach trip, he didn't know why they hadn't asked me.

And that was the last I heard from him. Friday, July fourteenth, 2017. Never again. I don't know if he hates me. But it certainly seems like he does.

I don't know, maybe one day he'll contact me again. Maybe he won't. Maybe I'll live the rest of my life wondering what I did and why he and his parents hate me. Maybe he will contact me, just to tell me what a terrible person I am and how glad he is he was separated from me.

I don't know.

I just want to talk to him again. I want to tell him how sorry I am for being a bossy prick. For beating him up when we were little (but I mean we're fucking brothers, and that's just what we fucking did back then). For not being there on his 14th birthday. For getting angry when he won games. For being angsty all the time when I was older. For lecturing him about Homestuck all the time. For being in the hospital so much when I was younger (see: being angsty all the time). For spending more time with s/o's than him sometimes. For waking him up at 0100 in the morning in 7th grade. For being so flamboyant about my sexuality for a few years (god, that was bad). For saying TRIGGERED every two seconds. For hurting myself even after I promised I wouldn't. For not being good enough at the piano to play the Animal Crossing: City Folk museum theme with him. For not waking up early when he was over. For not making enough (or good enough) homemade gifts for him. For not having enough random gift days. For not listening to him when he said things I was doing were edgy. For making him listen to annoying music.

For not being a good enough brother.

I miss him so much. I miss Simon so much. I miss Pauline so much too, obviously, but it's different because I've been able to talk with her all the time. I know she loves and misses me. I also have a feeling that Simon loves and misses me too. He always liked/loved me more than anyone else. He hated his parents. He told me so. I was the only one that respected him. I feel like no matter the amount of brainwashing his parents did to him, he'd know the truth. I just hope he knows I didn't abandon him. That I love him so much. And that it hurts so, so much, every day. And especially on Christmas and his birthday. And Halloween. We loved Halloween.

It's 0606 now. There's 41 hours and 54 minutes until it's been two whole years.

I wonder if he remembers the day...?

I don't know.

I wonder if he'll read this one day. Probably not. But if he does I hope he knows how much I love him and how much I miss him and how much I miss our driveway talks in the middle of the night and Mario kart races and pool games and water pool games and snowmen and sledding and writing stories together and drawing maps together and listening to pop songs while making fun of them and playing the undertale song game and playing minecraft and watching markiplier and fighting and cheating at board games in each other's favor and sorting candy after Halloween and collecting shit money from a camel in that Indiana Jones lego Wii game and making characters in that star wars lego Wii game and screaming badgers at the top of our lungs and spinning in circles to the hamster dance and walking home from elementary school and learning Japanese and OPERATIONTWENTYFOURHUNDRED and Sliced and making house tour videos and other fucking stupid home videos and building legos and rebuilding legos bc of simon and REREBUILDING LEGOS BC OF SIMON and planning midnight snacks that never happened and going to the waterpark and going to the park and finally being allowed to go places on our own and practicing singing to you and seeing you at all my concerts and playing Kirby's Return to Dreamland to 100% together and making really disgusting food creations when we were really little and playing with your hotwheels and cleaning my (DIS-GUS-TENG) room together and having random gift days and all your birthdays and all my birthdays and your AMAZING peanut butter fudge banana smoothie (which I,,, still have yet to perfect) and you being absolutely blunt and truthful towards me (except about my drawing skills/drawings which you absolutely loved even though they were terrible) and going through the undertale files to try and hack the end credits so we could get through the mysterious door and having tea parties together with that FUCKING TINY tea set (I have a big one now though) and giving you fashion shows with fucking stupid clothes that were really bad and playing Wii ski together and Super Mario Galaxy together while you were Mario and I froze enemies and collected stars and playing HMTOT and playing Animal Crossing and you selling everything you caught and all your furniture (besides mario stuff, obviously) so I could buy the Gracie Grace stuff (god, I was a cunt) and EOU (YOU'RE AS BLIND AS A WORM) and essentially having our own language and reading jack and annie books when we were really little and just. There's 20,000 more things plus some but I could never list them all. Everything we've ever done together I miss.

I don't know your views on a lot of things now. I don't know what you think about gay people. I've heard that you've called me they instead of he ever since we stopped talking. That's understandable, though. I dressed like a girl and wore makeup and stuff. I was confused. I thought that's what you were supposed to do, as a gay dude. Obviously not. I'm way less out there about my sexuality now. It's not something I talk about. It's not my whole fucking personality anymore. Which is really good.

I've changed so much since I last talked to you. I'm not edgy anymore. I fucking finally hit puberty (GODDAMN IT WAS FUCKING LATE) and my voice is really deep and I've been growing quite a bit of facial hair, which is nice. I don't look like a fucking girl anymore because I stopped dressing like one and wearing makeup and stuff. I realized that being mistaken for a girl felt like shit and tumblr was shit for encouraging that, just because I'm gay. I haven't hurt myself since September 4th, 2017. So that's also good. I've seen the bad things in mom that I couldn't see before. (Even though there's literally. Nothing that should have made your fucking cunt mother and father disown Pauline and mom and I.) I've made more friends and lost a lot too. I've done more writing, but nothing too edgy. I got my shit together in school and I'm going to CCCC starting in the fall. I almost have my driver's license. One of my best friend's moms is the manager at Starbucks and I talked to her about hiring me, so I'm getting a job soon, too. I started learning the piano again, for the first time in 12 years. Since the last time your mom taught it to me. I started cooking more, and have made some pretty amazing dishes, if I do say so myself. Mom and I sent you and Simon birthday and Christmas presents every year. They always were sent back. Except for your 16th birthday. I bought you a pineapple pizza club pin and an orange dad hat with an orange on it. Those are the only things that ever haven't been sent back. I sent a note with them too. Did you read it? I hope so.

I brag about you all the time. Mostly about how smart you are. "My brother essentially taught himself pre-calculus in 10th grade, and STILL passed the class," I say. I then go on to explain that you were homeschooled and your math teacher almost never showed up to the online classes.

I've wondered often about what college you're going to go to, or even if you are going. We used to plan to go to one together. I can't even remember what I wanted as a career the last time we talked. I remember that you had no idea, though. I remember you being really good at coding. Maybe you're majoring in computer sciences? I don't know.

I really miss you a ton. Before she kicked me out, mom used to encourage me to send you a letter. I never did. I was scared. Scared of getting a letter back like the one I sent to Simon on his eighth birthday, or the Christmas package we sent in 2017. Both came back to our house with "RETURN TO SENDER!!!!!!!" written in thick black sharpie on the front. Even worse, I imagined a letter back in your handwriting. I would've been so, so ecstatic. Beyond thrilled. Then upon opening it, finding a handwritten letter from you saying that you never wanted to hear from me again and that you hated me.

It was selfish of me. To not send you a letter. I'm sorry. I texted you twice. You blocked me the second time. It was too scary to me. I should've been brave. For you. Just so you knew I was thinking of you. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I miss you so much.

After I moved back to our hometown, I thought about going to your house. I texted one of your friends. He said that he could text you for me. He said that you said you miss me. And that you'd text me as soon as you turned 18. Tyler, you don't even know my number. I don't know if the guy was lying or not, but I don't think so. He doesn't seem like the type. He said that you wouldn't have him communicate for us. I don't know why.

I don't know why your parents hate me. I don't know what I did. For the longest time, my therapist and mom and Pauline told me that I didn't do anything, it had to have been something between mom and your mom. I didn't believe that at all. If it was just mom, why did they cut Pauline and I off...? But eventually I started to believe them. That was clearly a mistake, seeing how your mom treated me when I saw her. I wonder if she told you about that. She literally slammed the door in my face. In her own son's face. Who she always told would always have a home with her. Who she always told would always have a place in her heart, no matter what happened between mom and her. So clearly I did do something. I have no idea what. Could it really be that I asked about if I had been forgotten for a trip...? Was 15 years of raising a child completely disregarded because I was curious and confused? Again, I have no clue. I doubt I ever will. But if that is the case. If that's why specifically /I/ was cut off (because I know there was something else between mom and your mom that she literally never explained. Literally all mom and Pauline and I know is that apparently mom was "abusive" for years towards your mom, despite nobody ever seeing it, her never mentioning it before I went to Oak Grove, and her saying that she "knew it happened, but didn't know what it was"), then I doubt that your parents ever really loved me. If a simple question erases a lifetime of care and love and bonds and family, then all of those things were never really there.

It's 0737. Yeah, I still use military time. Also, I wanted to do a speech (in my speech class) on why a time system based on 10's would be better for the world. Remember? You wanted that. I couldn't remember the details, though. Anyway. It's 0738. There's 40 hours and 22 minutes until it's been two years since I've seen you.

I often wonder if you think about me. I think about you all the time. Have I faded from your memory? What am I to you now? Am I your brother, your closest confidant, your best friend, and your <>? Am I nothing? Just a faint thought, a distant memory? Or am I your worst enemy? Have your parents convicted you that I'm a horrible person? I desperately hope not. I hope you remember everything. And I hope that you realize that it's been a long time, and we both have matured a ton. Going from an edgy 10th grader who thinks dressing like a girl, screaming "GAY," and looking up undertale AU's are the coolest things ever to a college freshman who finally realized that sexuality shouldn't be a personality trait, being an edgy cunt isn't cool, and responsibilities are actually important is a big difference. I'm sure you've had some huge changes too. You're almost 18. As of today, there's 2 months and 2 days until your birthday. I've been waiting for it for so, so long. An eternity, it feels like. I'm so scared. I don't know if you hate me or not. I'm going to text you. I'm not sure on what, but something. I'll tell you happy birthday. Just so you know how to contact me in case you want to talk. I have no idea if you'll just block me right off the bat. I'm hoping so, so much that Nathanael wasn't saying you hate me.

It's 0756. There's 40 hours and 4 minutes until it's been two years since I've seen you. Error 404 means...something not found, right? I don't know. It doesn't matter.

I miss you. I love you.

Please come back soon.

- E. Nikolas B.

[hairringtonsteve]

three little words.

(steve harrington x reader)

request: Steve Harrington x Reader where the last time you talked to Steve and Johnathan (you three + Nancy were really close but you still hang out with Nancy) was defeating the demogorgon for the first time, but you drifted apart bc you started dating Billy and it’s like lowkey a pretty toxic and controlling relationship but Y/N is blind to it and eventually Steve, through Nancy, reveals to you that Billy’s cheating on you and he’s in love with you

summary: billy hargrove is a cheating asshole. steve harrington is not. in fact, steve harrington is pretty great.

word count: 2,769

warnings: billy’s controlling and manipulative, so there’s definitely a toxic relationship going on. teenage drinking, but idk if that’d be a warning??

a/n: so like, i tweaked it a tiny bit, just with why the reader drifted apart. otherwise, everything is in there. i started this prompt like a week ago and finished it today. i didn’t think we’d end up here. i’m kinda digging it, though.

Billy Hargrove wasn’t that bad.

You would be the first to admit that he had some anger issues, but there was more to him. You knew that there was. Billy had been the one to notice you when he and his little step-sister had moved to Hawkins. Billy had been the one to befriend you and make a move on you. Billy had never once laid a hand to you, and sure, you’d heard the stories about him, but you’d never seen him lose it with your own eyes.

“You’re going to Tina’s Halloween party tonight, right?” Nancy was leaning against the locker next to yours, giving you a pointed look as you put some of your books on the shelf, replacing them with your biology textbook and notes.

“Yeah. Billy really wants to go, so…”

Parties weren’t really your thing. You much preferred to just go to a diner with some friends late at night, sitting around the table eating and laughing and telling stories of all the stupid things you’d done together. But that hadn’t happened in ages, for a lot of reasons. Your chest gave a little ache at the thought, but you pushed it away. The party wouldn’t be so bad.

“Do you want to go?” Nancy was giving you a pointed look. “I know you’re not that into parties. I’m sure that you don’t actually have to go if you don’t want to,” she said, fixing you with that look that she’d been giving you more and more.

She’d tried talking to you exactly once about your relationship with Billy, and it hadn’t gone over so well. Sure, Billy was pushing you out of your comfort zone a little with some things - like going to parties, or staying over at your house despite the fact that you told him you didn’t want him to and it made your heart beat fast (and not in a good way). But he was helping you grow as a person. These were all regular teenager things.

And regular teenager things were exactly what you were craving after everything had gone down last year.

You weren’t sure how everyone was coping after last year. It was as though everyone had moved on just fine, and you were the one that was still stuck in Joyce Byer’s house, watching that thing emerge from the wall as the Christmas lights flickered violently in the dark. It was kind of impressive, really. Jonathan and Steve had moved on without another word about it - and without another word to you, really.

It had started off slow in the beginning. Jonathan was hanging out with Will more, which made total sense, and you hadn’t wanted to intrude. Steve was dating Nancy and was focused on being with her. You hadn’t wanted to be a third wheel, so you’d held back, figuring that Steve and Jonathan would eventually make their way back to including you once more.

But they didn’t.

Instead, they were off doing their own thing while you slowly closed in on yourself. Barb was dead. An entire other dimension apparently existed, and yet not one of them discussed it. You were positive that you were the only one that wasn’t sleeping at night, that you were the single person out of the entire group that woke up screaming because the demogorgon was chasing after you or Nancy or Steve or Jonathan or one of the kids, and eventually, it got its prey.

You blinked your thoughts away, focusing in on her statement.

“Nance, I want to go. It’ll be fun,” you told her, giving her a small smile. You glance behind her and see Steve making his way towards the two of you. “I’ve got to run, though, okay? I’ve got to -” Your words cut off when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into someone’s chest.

“Where are you running off to, babe?” You tilted your head up to greet Billy’s smirk with a small smile of your own. You went to respond when Steve approached, stopping just beside Nancy. His eyes moved between you and Billy, a frown settling on his features. Billy’s fingers tightened their grip on you, digging in almost painfully.

“Hargove. Y/N.” Steve’s gaze settled on you, his frown deepening.

“Hey, Steve,” you said, your voice quiet. Billy’s fingers dug in harder. “I, uh, I’ve got to go. To class. Before I’m late.” You spoke in halted sentences, your panic growing the longer Steve stared at you. Didn’t he get that Billy was right there and wouldn’t be thrilled to have him looking at you like that? You slipped out from Billy’s grip, offering him a weak smile. You gave the same one to Nancy, not even bothering to look at Steve before darting off down the hall, your panic still making your chest twist up.

“Drink up, babe.”

You scrunched up your nose at the cup that Billy was holding out to you as you shook your head.

“No, I’m good. Shouldn’t one of us stay sober?” Billy rolled his eyes and sighed, a small frown settling onto his lips.

“You’re more fun when you drink, though,” he whined. “We’ll be fine if we both drink. I can handle the both us, cut you off when you’ve had enough.” Your stomach fell. Billy always had a hard time telling whenever you hit your limit, often encouraging you to drink more.

He always apologized after, though, which was nice of him.

“I - uh - okay,” you eventually said, heart lifting just as his face did the same. He always looked his best when he was like that, happy and light whenever you agreed with him. It was easier too, to just go along with whatever his plan was than to try and argue with him. He handed you the plastic cup, grabbing one of his own as he motioned for you to drink. It burned as it went down your throat. It must’ve been a strong drink, for the warmth that flooded your cheeks came faster than it usually did. Billy took your cup and refilled it, nodding for you to drink again.

After that, things settled into a nice haze. The two of you danced for awhile, his hands on your hips as he pulled you into him. You only took breaks when he deemed it time to drink again. After awhile, you stopped really noticing anything except the feeling of him holding you.

You definitely didn’t notice the way he perked up when a certain blonde walked through the door.

“I’ll be back in a bit, alright, Y/N? I’ve gotta take care of something,” Billy murmured. You just gave a hum of consent, blinking up at him bleary eyed.

As Billy made his way towards the yard or upstairs or wherever he was going - your brain was too foggy to really pick up on any of that - you headed towards the wall. You leaned against it, watching as the room practically vibrated with the mass of teens.

But then there was a shout, and all fell silent. You turned your head to the sound, furrowing your brow as Steve and Nancy shared some words before she stormed off, Steve following after her.

Sometime later, Steve shoved his way through the crowd, elbowing past you and hitting your shoulder hard.

“Dick!” You yelled, the word coming out slurred and louder than you’d meant to. The annoyance was gone as quick as it had come, and you instead focused your attention on Jonathan, who was slowly moving Nancy through the crowd.

Nancy motioned her hands at Jonathan, who looked confused until his gaze settled on you. The two of them walked towards you, Nancy swaying on her feet as she came to a stop.

“Y/N, I gotta… Steve saw,” she slurred, her words coming out even worse than your’s had.

“Saw what?”

“Billy. Steve said he saw Billy, saw Billy sleeping with you! But it wasn’t you! Steve said he ‘as, he was cheating.”

The words were ice down your spine, sobering you up faster than you’d ever experienced it before.

“What?”

“He kept - he kept saying that he saw Billy cheating on you. Wouldn’t stop talkin’ about it. Prob’ly because he’s in love with you.”

The information was too much at one time. So you did what you do best - ran away. You shook your head and darted from your spot, ignoring Jonathan’s calls as you wove your way through the crowd. You made your way up the stairs, having to grab the railing twice since the room decided that it would just start spinning.

After some time, you made it to the only closed door on the second floor. You went to open it when someone else beat you to it. A tall, blonde girl shot you a grin as she left the bedroom, adjusting her shirt on the way out. Behind her was Billy, who still lounging shirtless on the bed, jeans undone.

“Billy?” Your voice broke. He sat up in a flash, staring at you like you were the last person he’d been expecting.

“Babe…” He trailed off, holding his hands out in a helpless motion. “It didn’t mean anything.” The words fell flat. They almost hurt more than an actual explanation. But then the kicker came:

“It’s just… You don’t put out, babe.”

You just stared at him. It was difficult to say as to whether it was your drunkenness that was making it hard to comprehend, or the fact that he’d just said that to you. The tears stung at your eyes. You raised your hand to cheek, only to realize that it was wet as well. At some point, you must’ve started crying.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You looked at Billy for a moment longer before heading out the door, ignoring his shouts. You made it down the stairs in record time, shoving through the people as you looked for Jonathan. You lived a couple of miles away, it was cold out, and Billy had driven you there. But the longer you took to look for him, the louder Billy’s shouts got.

“Move outta the fuckin’ way,” you heard him mutter somewhere behind you. You made it out the front door, the frigid air making you tense despite the jacket that you had on. “Y/N! Just listen to me,” he shouted, just as you closed the door. You headed down the steps, using your sleeve to wipe the tears away from your eyes.

“Y/N?”

That familiar voice shook you to your core as Nancy’s other words came barreling back to you - he’s in love with you. You glanced to your left, noting that Steve’s eyes looked like your most likely did - bloodshot and glassy. There were even a couple of wet tracks down his cheeks.

“You okay?” You couldn’t get any words out, instead opting to shake your head. “You need a ride home?” At that, you nodded. “Let’s get you home, kid.” The old nickname made your heart ache more than it had in a long time. You started to follow him towards the street when a large hand gripped your forearm.

“We need to talk, Y/N.” Billy’s voice was desperate. As you turned to look up at him, you could smell that stale stench of alcohol and cigarettes lingering on his breath. His words were slurring a little, but it was that intense look in his eyes that told you just how drunk he was. When he got really drunk, he was nothing but intensity and desperation, and some lingering sadness that you’d never been able to put your finger on.

“No, we don’t. I just wanna leave, Billy.”

“Then let me take you home. I just need to explain myself.”

“I think she said to leave her alone, asswipe.” Steve’s voice sounded closer than you’d realized. You glanced behind you, watching as he glared at Billy with all he had in him. “Let her go, man. You’re going to give her a fucking bruise.”

Billy’s jaw clenched but he did what Steve said, letting you go with a yank of his arm.

“Maybe you should mind your business, amigo. My girl needs a ride home.”

“Yeah, well, my friend needs a ride from someone that’s not going to hurt her.” A look passed across Billy’s face at Steve’s words, causing him to pause.

“I’ve never laid a hand on her, Hargrove,” he growled out.

“You don’t need to do it physically for it to be abuse, dumbass.” Billy stepped around you, getting right into Steve’s face at those words. “You want to punch me? Do it. I dare you. You punch me and I guarantee that I will make your life a living hell for every day from here on it. Don’t try me, Hargrove.” There was something in Steve’s voice that made him pause. Something that was reminiscent of what had happened at the Byers’ house, something that made you think of Steve wielding that nail-bat and throwing himself in front of you so the thing couldn’t get you. He looked to you, his gaze softening in an instant. “Do you want to come with me, Y/N?”

It was kind of sad that him just asking you a question instead of telling you to go with him made you want to cry with relief. You gave a short nod of your head as Billy looked over to you, his eyes softening.

“Don’t, Billy.” The words were soft and watery, but they were something. You stepped back, out of his reach, and started towards the road. You could hear the soft pat pat pat of someone jogging to catch up with you, and only relaxed when it was Steve who slowed down at your side.

“I’m just parked down here.” You let out a soft mhmm as you walked towards the car. “Did, uh, did you see Nancy?” There was something in his voice that made you realize that his feelings might have been similar to yours.

“Yeah. She and Jonathan were headed out.” You waited until Steve climbed in and unlocked your side of the car before sliding into the seat. It felt good to be back in that car, like you were returning home after having been gone for so long.

It was quiet as Steve pulled away from the curb and onto the road. There were a couple of houses still lit up, their owners having forgotten to switch the lights off before heading to bed. It was kind of nice, in a way. A precursor for when the lights would switch from orange to red and green, and Santa’s face would be plastered everywhere.

“You alright?”

No.

“Uh, yeah. I am.” You waited for a second. “Are you?”

“I mean, I’m not, but… Is what it is.” Steve shrugged his shoulders, heaving out a sigh. “I think we broke up, me and Nance.” You glanced over to him. The street lights illuminated a tear that was running down his cheek. “I should’ve known, you know? That she… That we… I should’a see it coming.”

“You and me both, man.” Steve jerked his head towards you for a moment, eyes wide. “Where did your sunglasses go?”

“Uh, in my pocket? How much did you drink tonight?”

“I dunno. Billy gave me a lot.” You might’ve still been feeling the effects of the alcohol, but this time, you didn’t miss the way his fingers clenched around the steering wheel. “I’m afraid to break up with him.” Your tongue felt loose for the first time in ages. You’d forgotten what it was like to be around someone that you didn’t have to watch what you said.

“Y/N, I swear to God that I won’t let him do anything to you, okay? If I can keep you alive from a demogorgon, pretty sure I can handle Billy Hargrove.” His words brought a sharp laugh from you, but you didn’t say anything else. It fell silent for a few beats, the two of you lost in your own thoughts. The next words he said, though, came out soft, almost hesitant. “I missed you.”

Those three little words sounded a whole lot close to three other words, but maybe that was just your drunken self assuming that. Maybe Nancy had just been trashed when she’d come to that conclusion, of him loving her, and was wrong. Or maybe she was right. Either way, you knew that you wouldn’t bring that up any time soon. Because, for the first time in a year, it felt like things were starting to look up - if only a little.

“I missed you too, Steve.”

[cabinofimagines]

A Good Scare (Leo Valdez xF!Reader)

A/N: I took longer bc I’m playing among us with my friends sorry lmao Anyway feel free to leave me more spooky requests!! -Danny

Words: 1,220

Request: Can I request a Leo x fem!reader where she decorates Bunker 9 like a haunted house to scare the bejeeses out of him?? Super fluffy and cute and while he is scared at first, he also ends up scaring her and ends with a kiss? Pretty please and thank you! Happy spooky season!

Halloween was a special time for you, mostly because you can be as batshit crazy as you want and people won’t judge you. It’s all about the intention, really, considering your life is already a horror story, at least you can make fun of the silly stories the mortals create to pass the time.

This year though, you’re celebrating with a purpose: Scare your boyfriend.

He told you stories about how he’d dress up and mess with the other kids at foster care (nothing too wild, just pure innocent pranks) and even though he wasn’t a big fan of going door to door asking for candy -mostly because monsters would usually ruin the experience- he was a huge fan of old horror movies. The classics, you may call them.

So of course, what says classic more than a haunted house?

You got tons of help, not only because the place is too huge to cover on your own, but because you discovered most of the campers were quite fond of the festivities. Maybe it had to do with the fact that being demigods in camp, Christmas wasn’t really a big deal, so Halloween was one thing you could celebrate without upsetting the Gods, (and trust me, they get upset easily).

When you finished the decorations you couldn’t help but feel proud, everything looked terrifying, in a good-bad way. The plan was to wait until Leo showed up, and once there Festus would jump out from a massive pile of fake bones, throwing fire onto the air.

You were giddy the whole day, hinting Leo about having a surprise for him back in bunker nine. He seemed excited too, thinking that maybe it had to do with a new set of tools or a surprise dinner date. Those were great.

He wasn’t disappointed when he discovered that wasn’t the truth. Instead, he looked around with his mouth agape, a glint of excitement reaching his gaze.

“Y/N, this looks so cool!”

“I know!” You exclaimed proudly. “I got tons of help, in exchange we’ll be hosting a party here tomorrow, so you better prepare a good costume.”

“That sounds like a win-win situation,” He grinned. “Can I look around?”

You smirked, trying to remain calm as if that wasn’t exactly what you’d been expecting to hear.

“Sure!”

You guided him through the main area, the work tables had been pushed to the side with the exception of a few that would be used the next day to put food and drinks, and some other that had fake corpses on them.

“What’s that?” He pointed to the pile of fake bones.

“Oh, nothing,” You shrugged. “Bunch of props that we couldn’t place elsewhere, maybe tomorrow I’ll put them away.”

“I mean, they kinda look cool here,” Leo walked up to them, examining the pile. “We could grab a few and place them outside the big house– Oh! We could put some outside Hades’ cabin! Bet Nico will love that,” He laughed.

“Bet Nico will love to kick your ass if you do it,” You chuckled.

When Leo bent down to pick up a fake skeleton, Festus erupted from the pile in its own glory, he even added a few dramatic growls and screeches as he shot up fire like a maniac.

Leo let out a terrified scream, he fell on his butt and squirmed away from the pile, the top of his head and his shoulders burst into flames too.

You doubled in laughter, having to support yourself on the table next to you and wishing you could’ve filmed his reaction for later.

“Well done, Festus!” You exclaimed in joy, Festus let out a puff of smoke through his nostrils like a satisfied puppy.

“Wasn’t funny!” Leo exclaimed from his place on the floor, patting the flames on his shoulder so his shirt wouldn’t get all ruined. “I can’t believe you agreed to this, Festus– I’m the one who feeds you, man!”

Festus let out something close to a purr, shaking in a way that looked like laughter.

“Don’t be mad at him, I bribed him,” You stepped closer, still giggling. “Lots of tasty hot sauce and promised to take him out for a ride next weekend.”

You offered your hand to hand and Leo took it with a scowl. He stood up -discretely trying to rub his butt so it would stop hurting- and the tiniest hint of a smile appeared on his face.

“It was a good one, I’ll admit that.”

“Thank you, I’m quite proud,” You beamed.

Leo grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer for a moment, kissing your lips lovingly.

“So, that party,” He smirked. “Any fun plans in mind?”

***

“The cups are over there!” You told your friends as they entered the bunker, looking around with the same shocked expression Leo had the day before. “And the food is on the next table, have fun!”

The party was a huge success, and the costumes were extremely creative and fun to see, you didn’t make a contest out of it because you thought it would take all the fun away, besides, the younger kids couldn’t match the skills of the oldest, so it was only fair that this first Halloween party would remain entertaining and fun for everyone.

You liked the sound of that, having a party every year could be fun, especially when everything in your life was always changing, something as carefree as a party that would happen every year felt like the right kind of constant.

Leo wasn’t around, but you assumed he was somewhere making sure the guests were happy, after all, he was the life of all parties.

“Hey, Y/N!” Piper called out to you. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“This way!” You guided her to the first hall on the left, three doors deep into the poorly lit space you found the door. “Here…”

You opened the door abruptly, a bloody figured jumped out of the shower, a fake chainsaw being thrown at your face.

You let out a squeal, backtracking and pressing against the door.

Piper cackled behind you, Leo took off the mask, tears of laughter falling down his cheeks as he leaned on the sink, throwing the chainsaw to the floor.

“Gods, I think you just defeated Pan for the most panicky screech ever,” Piper snorted.

“I’d say I can’t believe you teamed up to scare me, but I do believe it,” You frowned. “You guys suck.”

“You mean to say that we succeeded with high marks,” Leo smirked. “C’mon, admit it was a great scare!”

A smile threatened to break your grumpy attitude, you crossed your arms and bit your lip.

“Where did you get the fake blood?”

“It’s cough syrup!” He exclaimed happily, “I’ll be stinking like a drugstore for the rest of the night.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head.

“Okay, it was a great prank,” You pulled him towards you and kissed the tip of his nose. “Can we go back to the party now?”

Leo stared at you with an adoration that kinda looked creepy with his clothes drenched in fake blood.

“You’re really lucky to have a girlfriend that like me that loves to get scared, you know?”

Leo laughed, kissing the top of your head.

“I know.”

[todaysbiggesthits]

The Exam

Best Music Moment of 2020

Bin: Re-discovering 1990s alt-rock and listening to some previously unknown and/or forgotten jams culminating with discovering that Cherub Rock is an all-time track

Chap: Dancing to Frank Sinatra with my kids on NYE

Bronco: Started jamming with John on Rocksmith.  He pointed out that there was a multiplayer mode, so I ordered another cable and, lo and behold, we were both able to play.  He's starting to learn the bass while I continue to tinker with the guitar.  Pretty awesome to jam out to some Alice in Chains or some Mastodon with my 10-year-old son. Only two more years and he should be able to tour with Korn!

Code: - climbed up to the roof for 4th of july and brought the big set outside to jam at an ear splitting volume. Arden and i danced until we got almost too drunk to descend the ladder. that was major fun. - broke quarantine (and my smoking cessation plan) in late april to ride my bike to the lake and listen to townes van zandt while thinking of bobcat the wheelie king. - listening to shadowplay while closing out each opponent in a summerlong match play tournament. - watching the sun rise through the fog on an october morning while crossing the mississippi river with elliott smith's XO

JD: July: Sitting by the window watching a rainstorm with the Barwick album on the day it came out. October: A big spin of The Big Ship. November: Blasting “House of Jealous Lovers” when they called the election and turning it into a 2.5 hour club mix. November: jj having a violently negative reaction to a song by that Muzz band that came on shuffle and saying it sounded like Jason Mraz.

BC: Haphazard attempt at The Music Game over Zoom in April with last partiers standing - JD, Maddy, and I  "Live Drugs" first listen

Larse: Probably  streaming through YouTube Music's Top Indie 2020 on my Chromecast TV and seeing all of the music videos for the songs on a lazy weekday afternoon whilst I wasn't working over the holidays

Best Shows Seent in 2020

Code: pqc - 10th anniversary show (streamed) silver jews - final show (01/31/2009) a handful of live phish performances while facetiming with jonas, bc and geoff not a single in-person show attended

Nasty:"Dinner  and a Movie" series - Phish Youtube with BC, Code, and Dillon via facetime

JD: 1. Peel Dream Magazine at whatever they call Hi-Fi now on the day before lockdown 2. Real Estate busking on the sidewalk in front of closed record store locations in Manhattan 3. Parkay Boys’ 10th anniversary stream on my couch

Laser: Cirque du Soleil Michael Jackson One in Vegas in January…that was the only show even remotely related to music I saw all year

Bronco: Only seent one, and it was Cold War Kids with my wife.  Had a really good time.  It was nice to share some quality music time together, away from the kids for a night... basically the only time of this butthole of a year.

Chap: Ted Lasso

BC: Yeeeahhh right

Confession of 2020

JD: I think I engaged with Aerosmith music videos more than any new albums.

BC: Listening to new music often feels like a chore

Rotty: I played over 75 rounds of golf this year…another ample opportunity to listen to new music and I found myself just listening to Classic Pop/Rock Hits!

Codem: - i didn't even listen to taylor swift's album. - i listened to bob marley - live! for the first time in 20 years while driving my dad's car and i sobbed and sang.

Nasty: I'm a phish fan now?

Bronco: I'm still reading the book I mentioned in last year's Resolution for 2019 Status...such a slow fucking reader and this book is 1000 pages.  Kindle app says I'm 63% of the way through.  Jesus.

Biggest Disappointment of 2020

Nasty: Still Kanye...

NACK: Sufjan Stevens

Code: - no shows with my sweet one - no stones while waiting for the canons - i think i grew out of diet cig - i didn't put my heart into finding cool album art this year. 

Larson: JD's wedding being cancelled (editor’s note: sure hope you mean postponed)

JD: Don’t know if it was my advanced age, the lack of concerts, commuting, and hearing music in bars and restaurants, or the platform economy murdering my attention span and turning them all into yet more ephemeral ‘content,’ but the new albums really didn’t take this year.

Bronco: Kvelertak was okay, they changed lead singers and the new album was fine, but after their last offering that landed quite high on my list, this one was kind of a let down. Also, 2020.

BC: 2020

Most Overrated of 2020

Chap: Fiona

BC: I fully expect Fiona Apple to flood this answer.  But the correct answer is Waxahachee. 

JD: It’s hard to say given the way ‘institutional’ narratives feel mostly guided by risk minimization, but I always keep this seat warm for Run the Jewels.

Bronco: Any and all death metal.  It's all so samey. I have a hard time trying to get in to any of it, so I don't bother...and then it bothers me when it ends up on end of year lists like it's some revelation of sound. It's literally all the same.

Code: podcasts

Bin: The human brain

Laser: my golf game!

Make it Stop 2020 

Nasty: WOP (editor’s note: WAP?)

Larse: Having to talk about Politics

Code: "better off alone" - purity ring

JD: The impossibly grating contempo pop that’s always on the radio at the bodega down the street.

Chap: Covid? Trump? Celeb deaths? SNL? Murder Hornets? Talkin' tv models via email? Not enough exposure to pop culture to really get annoyed by anything.

BC: The raging pandemic. Seriously. 

Biggest TBH Regret of 2020

Laser: giving this the old college try and having just a shit list!

Chap: Only seeing one show in my 2.5 years in NYC

JD: Skipping Nap Eyes opening for Destroyer in February because I’d so obviously be able to catch Nap Eyes headlining a better venue later on.

Codem: i wanted that teenage halloween album to sound better because i loved the album artwork

Bin: Not buying Lilly stock

Bronco: No regrets to be had, couldn't do anything in this godforsaken year.

Detective Murtaugh of 2020

BC: My back giving out upon bending over to change a light bulb

Chap: Trying to give Taylor Swift the ol' college try. 

Larson: This damn pandemic!

Bronco: I'm too old for being stuck in my house all day, every day, listening to the rest of my family non-stop. I need this shit to end. I can't listen to my kids anymore... not all day. It's crushing me.

Code: now that i own a car again, my favorite pastime has become zoning out to a good album on a long drive and seeing if i can reach an arbitrary mpg number for my trip.

JD: I remember browsing the racks at Media Play and getting mad at every magazine that ranked Love and Theft ahead of Is This It? in 2001 and 19 years later I came thisclose to doing it m’self.

Bin: Arizona,  Pennsylvania, and Nevada taking their sweet ass time counting ballots

Resolution for 2020 Status 

Larse: None How It Went: More than likely it was related to being better at this and this year was probably the worst of all time…

Code: i'm making it easier this year.  catch ovlov, washer, EMA and colleen green live this year.  bonus points: see dom's much anticipated return to the stage. How It Went: ain’t caught but a one!

Bronco: Build a vinyl collection. I know I dumped on Brendon for suggesting he press copies of Carpet Affair, but my kid's getting way into music and listening to it on his own (via Alexa in my bedroom which is super fucking annoying), so we're getting him his own record player and I think it's going to be a cool activity to go record store diving for whatever classics we can scrounge up. How It Went: Started the vinyl collection.  Went record store diving with John at the beginning of the year.  He picked up Ride the Lightening.  And I've got an original pressing of Back in Black on its way, didn't make it in time for Christmas.  I decided on purchasing that album, then a day or two later John said, "I think I know what I want my next record to be...Back in Black".  Sad it didn't make it in time, but psyched I was able to predict it.

Chap: Eh I'm cool How It Went: Ironically, reading back it contradicts what it says

Bren: See Phish in 2020 How It Went: Phish tickets purchased and ready

Bin: Send an email about music on the TBH! thread. How It Went:   Ha!  Set the bar low! Finally. Send an email about music? Check.... "can you  believe Trump plays Fortunate Son unironically at campaign events???"

JD: Get to more shows. Take more aimless strolls spinning tunes. How It Went: Turns out I did a lot of sitting around inside this year.

Resolution for 2021

Bronc: Get vaccinated.

BC: Get vaxxed up and return to normalcy 

JD: - Massively reduce my ‘news’ consumption to free up more time to spin tunes and smell the roses. - Get vaxed and get partying.

Code: see a live music concert

Nasty: I'm going to be ambitious. See a show with JD. Coward move to shy away from this in 2020.

Nicky: To start earlier. It takes me longer to get into new stuff. I didn't even like my top 4 until at least late December, but now I feel like they could compete with most years.

Laser: Be better at this! If anything, the pandemic should have allowed me to listen to more music whilst at home working, but it seemed to have the opposite effect…

Most Anticipated of 2021

BC: TWOD

Bronco: Mastodon, and live shows... not sure I even care which ones.

JD: Dry Cleaning, Park Hye Jin, Viagra Boys

Larse: No clue…

Chap: It's way too early!

Bin: Freedom of movement

Code: it seems like there should be a buncha new cool musical ideas to come out of this time indoors. something like this era's disco?  a big celebratory sound that makes us all smile and move.  in other words, the next dom album.