#dr benzedrine

[horseshoemybeloved]

Oh also I finished this yesterday lol

[captain-cookie]

let’s hear it for!

[itshardtosayidowhenidont]

let's hear it for america's suitehearts!!! 🎠🎪⭐️

[blood-injections]

Don’t let the doctor in (he will commit medical malpractice)

[hayzeydayzey]

FOBruary DAY 20 - "20 Dollar Nose Bleed" 🩸😵‍💫🎩

[prettierinpunk]

i dont rlly like how patrick turned out but we up it okay

[fobarchiveteam]

A recent uncovering of: The America's Suitehearts Music Video Artist!

The music video for America's Suitehearts has always been a standout in FOB's discography of music videos for its maximalist presentation and perfectly overstimulating visuals. We at the Archive were interesting in learning who created the visuals; was it a team, or just one person? Did the animators also do the artwork and set design? After a long search, we found out the artist is named Serge Gay Jr. and he is now credited correctly on the IMDb page for the music video! We started our search by recognizing that the artstyle in America's Suitehearts looked identical to the one in the music video for Anthony Green's "Dear Child". Using a trial subscription to IMDb Pro (Yes, it's a real thing,) we were able to view the now defunct production company attached to the music video: Refused TV. We then found Refused TV's old Tumblr blog, and scrolled until we found a post confirming they also worked on America's Suitehearts, and Serge's name was also listed! If you don't believe that, just head over to Serge's website yourself and view his "FILMS" section, where he lists both music videos as projects he's done. It also lists Scrambled Visual, another defunct company, as the VFX artists, so they likely did all of the animation work on his artwork. Details like this might not seem very important to the casual fan, and they probably aren't. However, not only should artists be credited properly for the work they do, but perusing this search also lead us to learning more about Serge and really falling in love with his whole body of work.

P.S. Please don't run to contact him about this on our behalf. We don't know if he would want to be bothered about this and we want to remain respectful researchers!

SERGE GAY JR'S WEBSITE

[stumped-on-bennington]

Mr. Sandman, Showing His Beam

Part 1: Build My Dreams

Summary: Dr. Benzedrine has a new creation that he's keeping under lock and key, but its only a matter of time before Mr. Sandman discovers her.

Pairing: America's Sweethearts!Pete Wentz x Reader

Pronouns used: She/Her

Requested by: @xx-scene-queen-fangz-xx

Word count: 1632

Y/N didn't know much of the outside world. She had only been in the world for a short time, almost a year to be exact. She had been created by the amazing Dr. Benzedrine in his lab. 

Y/N’s creation had been a mistake, actually. The Doctor was trying to find a solution to the creatures known as “The Paparazzi” that kept dragging unsuspecting victims to the ooze, changing them forever. The Doctor wanted to create a doll that could fight off the paparazzi, but he mistakenly created Y/N instead, a sweet doll of a girl who had a certain spark in her eyes. 

As soon as Y/N opened her eyes, the Doctor knew he had to protect her from the cruelties of the world. He built her a room with many trinkets and toys to keep her occupied. Y/N would sing beautifully, causing the mechanical birds that the Doctor created to fly and chirp, as if they had come to life. 

One day, while playing, Y/N was singing around one of the Doctor’s new automatons. The machine was made to mimic a bear, one that was extremely large in size with pointed teeth and claws. The sweet melody that Y/N was singing caused the machine to roar to life, swinging its arms wildly. Y/N wasn’t used to such creatures of violence, causing her to not understand the urgency to run away. The bear swiped at Y/N, gouging her fragile porcelain skin. Before Y/N knew what had happened, fear had taken over her body, enveloping her in a dark shadow, only her glowing blue eyes shining in the darkness. Her personality had shifted, causing her to fight back against the machine and destroying most of the work room. The once passive and sweet girl had turned into a weapon of total destruction.

Hearing the loud sound of metal and wood breaking, the Doctor ran up to the work room, fearing that Y/N could be hurt. When he opened the door, he found Y/N shielded in shadow, her piercing blue eyes darting towards him as he entered the room. Slowly, she creeped towards him, seeing him as her next target. The only thing Benzedrine could do was choke out a whimper of her name.

“Y-Y/N..?” he whispered. 

Suddenly, she stopped. Her eyes dilating back to their usual size, before the shadows melting off her body. 

Now, standing before Dr. Benzedrine was the small and fragile girl he knew. A crack forming across on her cheek had exposed some of her inner mechanics; Gears ticking as Y/N did her best not to cry as she looked up at Benzedrine. 

“D-Doctor, I…” Y/N began. Before she could get out another word, Benzedrine simply hugged the girl, holding her close.

“Oh, thank the heavens, Y/N. I was worried something awful had happened to you.” the Doctor kneeled down to look at Y/N’s broken face. He studied the crack for a moment. “Come now, Let’s get you fixed up, shall we?” The Doctor calmly led Y/N over to a workbench that had seen minimal damage and began working on Y/N’s face.

The fix wasn’t perfect, in fact the crack had just been filled with gold, allowing for Y/N’s mechanics to be covered once again, but for there to be a permanent visual reminder of the event.

Since that day, Dr. Benzedrine hadn’t allowed Y/N out of her room. He was afraid of Y/N getting hurt again, but he was more afraid of her hurting someone else, so he kept her a secret. He would bring her his latest inventions, all small animals that were usually kept as pets; a goldfish automaton that could really swim in water, a kitten automaton that purred in your lap, a puppy automaton that would chase its own tail. Benzedrine made it all to try and keep Y/N happy, to keep her locked away where she was safe. 

At night, long after the Doctor had gone to sleep, Y/N would sneak away to a corner of her room that she had kept hidden: A loose set of bricks that she could pull out of the wall and sneak out of the house, down to the garden that was overgrown. Y/N would spend many nights here, watching the stars, seeing real animals, like foxes and raccoons, and dancing quietly through the breeze of the night.

One night, as Y/N tiptoed through the tall grass and wildflowers, someone caught sight of her. The man blended in through the shadows, moving without a sound nor a trace. As he reached Y/N, his yellow eyes glowed, narrowing in on her. 

As Y/N turned around, she was met with the glowing eyes of the man, causing her to stumble and fall backwards, looking up at him in fear. But before her instincts could take over, the shadows melted off the figure, revealing an oddly dressed man in black and gold, a pointed collar, and a large permanent smile painted on his face. 

“Hello there, dolly.” He said, offering his hand to help pull her back to her feet. Y/N reluctantly took his hand, allowing him to help her back up. As Y/N was pulled back up, she looked up into the man’s eyes, staring for a few seconds before her senses caught up with her. Y/N turned to leave, but the man still had a hold on her hand.

“Hey, wait.” he said, gently pulling her back to him. “I don’t even know your name and you're already trying to leave?” He looked down into her glowing blue eyes, sensing the innocence that she possessed. 

“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay, I must get back inside. I’m not supposed to be seen by anyone.” She whispered to him.

“Very well.” he said, letting go of her hand. “But before you go, allow me to give you something.” He pulled a small vial on a chain from his pocket, unscrewed the top, and rubbed his fingers above the opening. Little particles of gold sand began to fall from his fingers, filling the vial. When the container was half full, he stopped and closed up the top, handing it over to Y/N.

“Take this with you and wear it when you go to sleep.” He said as Y/N gently took the chain from the man. She looked down at the vial, perplexed by why he would give this to her. As she looked up to ask the man what it ment, he had already vanished. Y/N clutched the vial before turning to go back inside. 

Back in her room, Y/N studied the necklace, watching the sand fall as she turned the vial and how it seemed to glow, even in the dark. The color looked the exact same as the strange man's eyes, a pale yellow with a few specks of a deep gold mixed in. Y/N hung the necklace around her neck, tucking the vial into the collar of her dress, to keep it concealed. 

As Y/N began to fall asleep that night, her dreams were filled with the golden sand. Walking through the dunes and valleys, she found herself standing next to the man from earlier that night. 

“Hello again, Dolly.” he smiled at her.

“That is not my name.” she said bashfully. 

“Then enlighten me, what is your name?” He asked.

“Y/N… My name is Y/N.” she said to the man.

He smiled at her again. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. One good introduction deserves one another in return; My name is Mr. Sandman. Now tell me, Y/N, why have I never seen you before?” He leaned down to look at the smaller girl. 

Y/N played with the hem of her dress, looking down at her feet as she spoke. “The Doctor created me. He’s afraid of me getting hurt again, or rather, he’s afraid of what I might be capable of, what damage I might cause, who I might hurt…” she trails off as she speaks. 

Sandman laughs, “What you might be capable of? A small thing like you?” he chuckles as he watches how Y/N becomes more bashful, almost fearful as she gently runs her fingers across the gold repair on her cheek. Sandman stops laughing, realizing that what she says is rather real to her. He kneels down, so that he is looking up into Y/N’s face as he grabs her hands. “Tell me what happened, Y/N. Help me understand why you're locked away.” 

As they both sat in the sand, Y/N told Sandman the story of what she remembers, and what Benzedrine had told her he saw when she was blacked out. 

Sandman held Y/N’s hand, drawing small circles on it with his thumb as he listened. As Y/N finished the story, Sandman let out a low hum before speaking, “Sounds like to me you have a lot of strong emotions. You know, I know someone else who is just like that.” 

Y/N perked up, turning to face Sandman, “You do? Well how do I get rid of them?” 

Sandman chuckled lightly, “You don’t. You just learn to live with them.” Y/N frowned at the answer. As she looked down and back out to the setting sun on the horizon, Sandman spoke. 

“Well, it would seem that our time here is drawing to a close, mon petit chou.” Sandman says as he stands, pulling up Y/N with him. “I’ll see you tonight, but until then, good morning.” as he says his last words, Y/N awakes back in her bed.

[artemisgaz]

a fall out boy mail order ad

[pilotduty]

he bites

[horseshoemybeloved]

Lol I forgot to post dis on here it’s me projecting onto my version of Benzedrine lol

Also the reason why they don’t really look like Patrick and Joe is bcus my versions of the suitehearts are like way different and all dat

[captain-cookie]

the guys ever

[greenapel]

special delivery for u from the doctor... do u like it?

[silly-ink]

wonder what he's stressing out about?

[blood-injections]

Idk why the resolution went through the shitter but . The guy ever

[porrkksoda]