#i havent even listened to most of these in a minute but in my heart they're playing constantly. y'know?

[skrunksthatwunk]

for the current moment i think it's something like

creatures of habit by kiltro

three cheers for sweet revenge by my chemical romance

the mantle by agalloch

self-ish by will wood and the tapeworms

colour green by sibylle baier

red by king crimson

the trinity session by cowboy junkies

laid by james

undertow by tool

the horror and the wild by that amazing devil

guys what are your ten most well-worn albums. like comfort albums. what do you know like the back of your hand. they don't have to be in a ranked order just what are they

[hughesyodaddy43]

you're gonna be okay ⎸ J.H

Jack Hughes x Reader synopsis : when Jack loses a big game, he comes over to seek support from his favourite person. word count: 1.5k warnings: sad jack, fluff, angst? Authors note: I have more fanfics coming soon, i have a range of them pre -planned with covers and titles and I read everyones request so if i don't get to yours then it's because i already have a story planned for that player or request. I hope you like this one :)

I slumped down on my bed, easily immersing myself in the world of fiction, every now and then munching on the bowl of popcorn I had sitting beside me. Jack was playing for team USA tonight so I was waiting patiently for him to message me that the game ended so we could call or hang out. Something about these big games excited me, not for the sport but for the post game interviews. 

It was nice to watch the interviews and read through the comments as if you couldn't just ask Jack the same questions yourself and actually get real and honest answers. 

You didn't know the final score yet so you went on youtube to see if a post game interview was up and you were met with the prettiest blue puppy dog eyes you've ever seen, but you knew jack and this was definitely not gonna be a happy interview. You click on the video and are met with a saddened Jack on the verge of tears, your heart aches for him as you listen to his answers; you were mad that they would interview a 17year old on the verge of tears and still ask the most idiotic questions. 

I only made it about 5 minutes into the video before I  got a message on my phone.

Jack 💘:  I’m outside. 

                                                 Okay, coming down now.         

I  walk down towards the front door and see a dishevelled jack peering back at me.

“Hi. Can I come in?” The young hockey player asks while twirling with his fingers. 

“Of course” I answer, slightly smiling at him as I move my body so he can slip past me. 

He walks through my doorway and up towards my room, I trail behind him closely up until he reaches my bed and slumps down on it , exhaustion evident on his face as he looks up at me standing in the doorway. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly, not wanting to make him feel worse, though judging by the way his lip quivered and his head shook, I'm not sure that was the right decision. 

“We lost” he says just above a whisper 

“Hm?” I walked closer to him and sat beside him, reaching over to hold his hand that he was fiddling with in his lap. “We lost the game, we lost everything” he states, audible this time.

“Oh. well it’s okay-” "NO ITS NOT OKAY” Jack yells, standing up and turning to face me, running his hands through his freshly washed hair. “It's not okay, I let my team down, I let my parents down, I've let everyone down and I'm so tired” he rants on, quieting down towards the end. 

“Hey, hey . It is okay, alright? Just because you've lost this game, doesn't mean you've lost everything"

"yes it does, you have no idea what it's like to lose something like this. You don't have to worry about making sure you end up drafted. You'll never know.” ' Jack replies quickly, raising his voice once  again 

“you havent lost everything,i know it feels like it and i know you’re upset. But please don’t start yelling at me when I'm just trying to help you.'' He looks at me after I say this, tears filling up his eyes.

 “You’re right, im sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I'm just so angry at myself, I could've played better , we could've won but I let everyone down." I stand up and walk in front of him 

“Hockey is a team sport, Jack. One loss isn't your fault, besides all hockey players lose big games, even the best of the best.” Jack doesn't reply, instead he just nods his head and wipes a falling tear from his cheek.

“You’re an amazing player Jack, anyone can see that. You played well, and so did everyone else. Losses happen, it wouldn't be competitive if nobody lost.” He nods again, looking down at the ground. 

I sigh before continuing “why don't we just lay down and watch a movie?hm?” i ask 

The boy sniffles before nodding, replying with a light yeah as he makes his way back over to my bed. He sits against the headboard and watches me as I sit down and open my laptop. Stupidly i forgot to close the youtube tab i had opened from his interview and there it was, my boys said face displayed on my computer. I look over at Jack, he stares at the screen then back at me. 

“Sorry, i usually watch your post game interviews” i apologise.``its okay, i think its cute you watch my interviews” he smiles lightly at me, his beautiful smile that i didnt think i'd see tonight was there on display “what can i say? You're just too hard to resist” I joke, gaining a light chuckle from the boy  before fixing my eyes back to the screen so we can pick something to watch.

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“Do you really think everything will be okay?” Jack asks in a mumble. “Mhm, you're gonna be okay” Jack leans up to face me “i'm gonna be okay” he repeats “you’re gonna be okay” i reply before he leans in and presses his soft lips on mine, we pull away and jack returns to his previous position, snuggling his face into my neck. “Goodnight, Jack. Love you” i say softly “mm night, love you too y/nn” jack replies before swiftly drifting off to a much needed sleep.

I wrap my arms around Jack in a warm embrace, sinking down into the pillows and pulling the blanket up higher. Light snores are audible from the boy as he leans into my touch, even when he's sleeping, he still manages to tighten his arms around me, lightly rubbing circles on my skin from where my shirt rolled up. I play with his hair while  allowing my eyes to grow heavy and fall into a peaceful slumber. Comfortable with the outcome of this otherwise devastating night

[cowboybrunch]

writerblr interview tag!

thank you for the tags @tragedycoded (here) @sableglass (here) and @saturnine-saturneight (here) <3 ive been meaning to get to this one for a minute sooo let's get into it

Short stories, novels, or poems?

i started with poetry, so it has a special place in my heart. all of my short stories turn into beasts. is it a cop out answer to say all of the above?

What genre do you prefer reading?

it'd be easier to list what genres i don't like. when i say ill read anything, i mean ill read anything. lately i've been on a sci fi kick (thanks Pierce Brown) but i love a good modern trashy romance as much as the next guy (i read the booktok sludge so you dont have to!) im not really a nonfiction guy but hey, if anyone has some recs, ill give em a shot

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

def NOT a planner. usually when i start writing i have a vague idea of where we start and where we need to end up, but what happens along the way is a surprise for everyone involved

What music do you listen to while writing?

SILENCE. sometimes white noise. i cant focus with music, brain gets jumbled

Favorite books/movies?

of all time? oh god for books, probably This Is How You Lose the Time War or The Song of Achilles but The Locked Tomb series is def up there. not a novel but i've read Bluets by Maggie Nelson so many times i probably have it memorized by now favorite movie is Zoolander, easy answer. that movie owns. i can watch it on repeat and ill never get sick of it

Any current WIPs?

Dust to Dust is still alive but im taking a bit of a hiatus before hopping into the final bit (tag is here if you wanna see me ramble about it) Felix Wonder is the fun time brain break WIP of choice currently and im working on draft 3 of Burden of the Reluctant Death (we will get to the ending this time. we will)

Create a character description of yourself: 

Elusive, or pretends to be. Too much energy in too small a body. Refuses to sit properly in a chair. Prone to fits of melancholy remedied by sunlight. Easily excitable, but fussy. Same outfit every day: big sweater, little pants, fuzzy socks. Nails bitten bloody but at least her hair is clean (if a bit too long for summer)

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

i could say no but that would make me a liar

Are you kill happy with your characters?

i was gonna make a joke but it would be spoilers soo. i write about grief. no way everyone makes it out alive

Coffee or Tea while writing?

coffee. i dont like tea (sorry sorry!)

Slow or fast writer?

im very much a burst writer so. flood or drought, no in between. lately i'd say SLOW but im just waiting for that spark u get me?

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

this really isnt fantasy but i feel like i was destined to be the kind, slightly off-putting maintenance man in a haunted apartment building that says cryptic things like "don't take the east elevator on a full moon" and "the air conditioning has made that noise since the fire in 12B"

Most fav book cliche:

yea there's only one bed and ill eat it up every single time!!! also: "i didnt know where else to go" or basically any overdone romance trope you can think of. im here for it

Least favorite cliche:

if there's a cliche that i dont like, i havent found it yet

Favorite scene to write?

confession scenes of any kind! scenes where the big tough character breaks down. any kind of emotional revelation, positive or negative

Reason for writing?

words in head, need words out of head ok ok fine, serious answer. i feel like writing is both asking and answering the question, "have you felt like this before? has anyone ever felt like this before? am i alone?" and it's proof that you're not the first and only person to ever experience the things you're experiencing. even this made up guy in this pretend world understands rage and despair and joy and grief and love. the source is different but the result is the same. human connection, man. love it and! it's fun. im having fun

tag!!

@knightinbatteredarmor @friendlesscat @tildeathiwillwrite @glassonthewall @illarian-rambling

@mysticstarlightduck @dyrewrites @sarandipitywrites @oliolioxenfreewrites @xenascribbles

[smileymoth]

Top 5 songs in your native language?:)

okay okay um um !!! in no particular order really bc YOU CANT ASK ME THISSS I CANT PUT THINGS TO A LIST LIKE THAT you know how much i love music and how everything has NUANCE!!! esp since most of these you can't even compare because they're different in message and/or style etc etc... like do i take my current listening spree, overall music i like, classics???, this is mostly my current most listened to estonian stuff tho !! IF YOU want me to ramble about estonian music then i can okay but i would do it with individual artists bc AAAHhh ive spent like 20 minutes answerign this ask. bc i cant choose.

gameboy tetris - tabuuu definitely one of my favourite estonian musicians atm <3 Pavel please make more solo music please please please please please please please

2. 5miinust - ?mis sa tegid this thing gets stuck in my head at least twice a week . heart

3. sõpruse puiestee - sel õhtul okay i havent listened to this lately but this would probably be my first choice for a favourtie estonian song ever. there's so much emotion packed in this one and Allan Vainola has one of the voices EVER. it's so upbeat and happy but the lyrics... they're just... longing... the longing man... the yearning... this entire album is my favourite from them i think

4. nublu ft. Maria Kallastu - push it okay i have to put this here bc nublu makes bangers and this is the recent one and its just. i literally blame him for getting me to listen to more club-type music lmao

5. 5miinust x puuluup - külakiigel pole stopperit OKAYYYY YOURE getting another 5miinust song but look it has turbofolk in it !!!!!!!! YES ITS THIS SONG SHUT UP ITS GOOD they really fucking. did something with this. augh.

anyway um. i love cracked up estonian rap hip hop whatever and freaking it sensitive style . i'm gona leave you with a national treasure thats is the best song in the world trust /silly

ive unfortunately listened to this too much

[inktoony]

I havent actually written in ages and havent watched emh in ages either so sorry if Habit is out of character. Everything is within my own AU.

Fresh Air

This is NOT shipping in any way.

Characters: Habit, Eyeless Jack

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It was always nice to get some fresh air. Most of the time anyways.

The bunker wasn't bad, since it was only Jack, Tim, Brian, and now Toby. Though, Jack had his own reservations about Slender making a literal kid a proxy. Regardless, at least he doesn't need to teach the kid everything. Tim is doing that just fine.

Cooped up in a tree, his long legs tangled from a particularly thick branch, Jack could only hear the silence noises of the night.

After maybe 20 minutes, there was a rustle nearby, and then another. A soft scampering up the tree he's in.

Likely a squirrel, though it's rare that wild animals approached him. Always had a weird vibe about him, which sucked since he would want a pet one day.

A soft click left his tongue, and the world seems anew. Everything around him, patches within silhouettes, variations of red, green and blue.

He turned his head, and with another click, was met with a deep red near his face. He almost fell off the damn branch, utterly startled.

Whatever it was, its ears pinned back and it backed away. But it always pointed at him, no matter what.

He knew what it was.

“Hey!”

And that's what you hate to hear.

“Habit.” Jack answered.

“Sure am! Come on down, buddy, I ain't rescuing you from there.” Habit was clearly elated to see the guy.

Jack couldn't be further from that. And didn't move.

“Get down.” Habit repeated, on the verge of yelling if he had to repeat himself again. Jack listened immediately.

“Good” and the ‘friend’ voice returned.

Habit was eager to invade Jack's space, though the host Habit was using barely reached his shoulder. 

“This is proxy territory.” Jack knew better not to be outwardly hostile, but he wasn't going to be nice either.

“What, you think I don't know that? I don't give a shit about the lanky freak” Habit paused, and a grin appeared on his face. “Well, I care about this lanky freak.” He gave Jack a light shove, meaning to be playful but it just gave the taller guy a spike in heartbeat. “The wind might blow you away if you aren't careful!”

“What do you,, want?” Jack asked simply, not reacting to his joke. Habit took offense, but he got the picture.

“You know what I want.”

“The answer is still no.”

Habit frowned, his tone turning sour. “And you're not gonna be useful to him forever. That demon schtick has the downside of eating human meat” 

Habit circled him, like a predator. With a hand on Jack's shoulder, one he definitely had to reach his arm for, he sighed. “I'm not going to do that, buddy. I could probably reverse that little curse or something of yours! Don't you want that?”

 He gave him a little shake. “You be my little guy, I sometimes take over your body to ruin all relationships, as if you have any to begin with, have a few human right violations, and you get to live a normal life! Even if I cant take away the cannibalism thing, I can at least eat for you. I've done it before, I don't mind doing it for a while just to get a proper guy on my side”

“No” Jack said without hesitation.

After all that talk, Habit was just left with another rejection. He huffed, shoving Jack forward and his heat signature walking off, the dog-rabbit thing following behind. 

Once they both left, Jack felt a relief to hear a familiar static once again.

His heart was racing, and he needed to clench at his own hoodie to ground himself. He slowly turned, being met with a silhouette of static before he even clicked his tongue, taller than himself.

It offered a hand, and he took it. 

That was enough fresh air for the night.

[necroticneurosis]

dream talk. gets long. dont think too hard on it.

i was sitting on a couch scrolling social media on my phone, and a few other people were there, chatting away, when someone else walked in. i glanced up to see gerard, thought "oh, its him", then looked back down at my phone. the other people started getting excited, asking for signatures photos and hugs. i didnt acknowledge him nor share everyones excitement. he walked closer to me, leaning against the half wall nearest the couch i was lounging on, and asked the room "anyone else want a signature?" it was directed at me, the guy whos treating him like everyone else. it was said as if it was nothing. a kind of "im used to this so if you want a picture or something ill give you one, no biggie". i caved and handed him a cd that he wasnt even on.

a few minutes pass and i realize the fans arent there anymore and the room has changed, though i wouldnt be able to tell you what was different. gerards sat on the couch with me now. im still scrolling social media but my hearts beating a little faster as i try to ignore him being closer to me. of me feeling something i cant quite place. hes treating me like weve always known eachother, like were friends, like ive known him since... anyway, i realize hes sitting on my feet. we both apologize for it, awkwardly. we both feel we need to act less casual than we feel we should. i mean, were friends, arent we? weve known eachother for years... havent we? but we both know thats not true. even though we feel differently.

the room has changed even more now. theres a couple cameras pointed at the couch, a few screens, big lights and mics and all. a doorway to the left. everyone else walks in, along with sound techs. gerard stands, with one last look at me, a strange look in his eyes, then goes to talk with mikey and a tech. i move over to were gerard was sitting and frank sits next to me, bob next to him, ray behind/to the side of the couch. i refused to look at frank. i felt strange seeing him, feeling him beside me, outside of me, instead of...

...well, its a livestream of some form. its for something important, something big. the chat starts flowing well before the cameras start rolling. franks already cracking jokes and rays feeding it. i realize im part of the show, like a "one lucky fan gets to sit with the band!" kind of thing. like i won some raffle or something. it made me queasy. im not a fan. i dont listen to them. i dont- im not-...

cameras rolling. techs are doing things. gerards watching. rays doing the most talking, i dont know what exactly, im not paying much attention. im looking at myself in the livestream, thinking i look strange. i look odd. i look like my body does now. i look at frank in the corners of my eyes, but never high enough to see his face, though i wouldnt be able to through his hair anyhow. i look at his tattoos and his hands, that get too close too me for comfort. my stomach is in knots. the red ink feels blinding. it tugs something i didnt know i had deep inside my heart. numbers. pictures. ink. memories. i look away.

hes telling jokes, constant jokes, one after another. chat eats it up. they love him. i dont understand why. they cut to commercial, and hes talking with everyone, laughing. theres an edge to his voice. do they hear it too? breaks almost over and he starts stancing up to play it off like he was fucking about doing something stupid and reckless while chat couldnt see us. they lose their minds again, laughing, calling him an idiot, the works. all i can think is "is this all you do? is this all you do, seriously, you only joke? is that really how you hide your pain, through relentless jokes? enough already for fucks sa-"

mikey walks behind the couch to the other side of the room. chat lights up like a firecracker, explosions of "WAY SPOTTED!!!!!!" and the like. they keep asking where gerard is, and completely ignoring bob. rays chatting away and feeding into franks antics. im feeling antsy and im sick to my stomach.

i dont know why im there. i dont know why theres two of me. i dont know whats going on. all i feel is nausea and stomach pain and i wished everyone would stop looking at me, at both of me, stop laughing at my-his-franks jokes. i just want to hang out with my best friend again. the guy who isnt my best friend. the guy who i only met an hour ago. the guy who doesnt even know me. the guy who keeps looking at me from across the room.

and now im dreaming about gerard again about everyone again im going to be sick and its only 7 in the damn morning

[cloudcountry]

BVIFL/??!??!? UIL!?!?!?!?!? VIL!>!??!@!>?!@>??>!>?@!>?!@ FOMING AT TEH MOUTH PGMOGMGPGMOG I HAVENT EVENR EAD IT RYET AND IM SLOSING MY MIDNS JHAFSHDGA VILV IVLVIVLIVLVIVL OMGOGMGONOGMS JASDGHASDHAJSGDJASGDAJHS IMS OS ORFRYR AZUL ITS JSAHFDAHSFDHGAD I LOVE YOU I SWEAR BUT VOLLIL ASJFDASHJFHDAFHSD MY EHART PIUNDDING ITS ACTUDSLAYY POUDHNING AJSHDHASGFDGG

I NEVER EVEN THODSUGHT ABOUT ATHt!?!??!?! TOIXICIOLOGY AND HIS MAGIC AND POSIDON S!?!??!?! AND TEH EMSSY THING YOURE SO RGUTI YUFGWAQESDIUKGHWASDUKGHJBEASDFCIKUGJBQEAFDOUIHEQRFDAIGYUKBHEQWADFIYUGBHKEQADFWIYGBEQRWAFIYGU3QWERDIUYGQEWSDAUTFYGQWEDUTFYGQEDWFYIGHEQDWSYUGVEQSDFCAUGVBHWEQDSUHBEFQWSDCIHBWEDFCVSEUVGBEQWDFCUVGBHWEADFCSUHBIWERFDSCVUVGQEWDSUGHVBWEADFCFHIUBWEFADCIHBFVWESIHBWEFDCIYUBHWEDCIUOHBN HE WOULD ENEVR DO THAT TO EM AJYSGDJHASFDHG

AND OMG THE PHSYICAL TOUCH THING IM LITERALLY THE SAME IM SUPER UNCONFORMRTASBLE GIVING IT IN PUBLIC BUT IM PRIVATE IM TERRIBLEEEE I LOVE HUGGING AND HOLDING HANDS AND CHERISHING MY LOVE . SO MUCH AJSGAFSHDGFSHG

AAAAAAAA RY YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW THRILLED I AM AT THIS SMATCH UP THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY?? THAT YOU THINK SOMEONE LIKE VIL WOULD LIKE ME THATS SO . SWEET ND HEARTWARMING HELLO THANK YOUS O MUCH,.,.., FOR SHARING YORU THOUGHTS IM LOSING MY MIND /POS GAHHHHH YOU PEOPLE ARENT HELPING ME NOT LOVE VIL PLEASEEEEEEE

ASHDJHASDJHFDADS PELASE RYYYY DONT WORRY ILL SWOOP IN DN SAVE U FROM THE EELS GDHSFGJHKSFADGH I HAVE TWO HANDS.,,..,.,,.., LISTEN GUYS LISTEN,.,.,.,.,. I HAVE TWO HANDS FOR A REASON.,.,,.,.,.,.,. AAAAAA VIL IM SO THRILLED WITH THIS MY WEEK HAS BEEN MADE I LOVE THIS OS MUCH I CANNOT STATE THAT ENOUGH MOST OF THIS IS INCOHERENT AND I HAD TO STEP AWAY FOR A MINUTE SO I COULD TYPE COHERENT SENTENCES AGAIN BUT AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS IM KEEPING THIS IN MY HEART FOREVER

RYYYYYY CONGRATS AGAIN ON 1.2K !!!! im super excited for this event hehehe it's always so much fun to see who people think their friends are compatible with??? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SHAKING U AROUND just make sure you take care of yourself okay? i've done matchups before and it was exhausting :C so make sure you’re not overexerting yourself alright?

i like. colder weather, SWEETS, theater, painting, skin care/makeup (although my interest has been waning since i don't have a lot of free time,,,,), hiking, flowers, the ocean OBVIOUSLY AJHSFDHGAS and my interests would be more sciency stuff like marine bio, chemistry, toxicology, mycology, botany, stuff like that!! i also like writing hehe <33

I DON'T LIKE MESSY PPL!!!! AT ALL!!!!! especially people that leave their dirty utensils on the counter UGH IT'S SO IRRITATING.,,..,,. i also don't like onions, super spicy foods, bitter foods, really hot weather, BUGS, the obvious things yk?

i literally have no preferences when it comes to physical traits,,,, such is the life of an asexual AHSGDFHAGS and my love language is acts of service but i also give a lot of physical touch!!!!

THANKS AGAIN FOR HOSTING THIS EVENT?!?!?! I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOUR SIBLING MATCHUPS TOO!! ^^ ive never seen someone write for familial relationships so much,,, youre really unique C:

IASBGJUDVAHJU AUBURN THANK YOUUUU SO MUCH!! Don't worry I'm pacing myself and taking care of myself! There's a lot of matchups to do and I'm taking my time to get through them!

"Auburn my dear! I'm super excited you came in for a matchup! Though I was tempted to give you Azul, I have another good match in mind. I do hope Azul doesn't take this to heart...I would like to be able to return to the Mostro Lounge...

Anyway, I think you would also work very well with the queen Vil himself!"

Am I banned from the Mostro Lounge yet? Maybe? Regardless, it's too late now so might as well go for it! Vil seems like a good match for you!

so many of your likes he also likes and would love to do with you

I'm picturing doing the skin care routines together, watching movies together, hikes, and talking about all your science interests together!

he would love to discus toxicology with you so much I mean he is clearly good at it since he can make the most potent poison

he would even love to make some poison with you

just Vil things I guess

he will make sure your skin care routine is maintained

Vil is a busy guy, but he will carve out time in both his and your schedule to relax and take care of yourselves

he loves to hear you ramble about whatever you like and will also give input and respond with his own thoughts too

Vil is never messy and dislikes messy people as much as you do

thankfully the students in Pomefiore are all neat and try to avoid being messy as much as possible

I imagine Vil also doesn't like excessive heat too

he comes from a somewhat cold area and he doesn't like all the things heat does to the body

acts of service and physical touch? Vil loves it

I said before but Vil is a busy guy and has a lot on his plate so it means a lot to him for you to even do something small for him

while he does have his limits on how much physical affection to show in public (due to him being a celebrity) he does love getting physical affection from you and will always accept it in private

he likes to do acts of service for you too, but one of his big love languages is quality time

as long as he gets to spend time with you doing literally anything, he will always enjoy it and end up loving you more

Why do I sense a contract is being written somewhere? Wait why are the twins at my door? Oh no Auburn help-