#jusb

[free-cigarette-photography]

THE SLAB

GRLFOE, Protozoan, JusB, (locals)

Scramble, B.I.M.B.O.S. (touring)

house show post Hurricane and flooding. good Christian god stopped the rain for us.

[goldnrry]

I don’t think people who make those “red carpet’s best dressed” instagram posts are qualified for their jobs 🫣

[bongwaterbitch]

woulh you guys still love me if i was a little bit objectum

[2nful]

im jusb goign througn a rlly hard time rn,,,,,,,,,

[dirtytransmasc]

I'm both a sentimental creature and a creature of habit, and if I like a piece of media, I will keep going back to it for literal years.

which leads me to my current breakdown; rereading a book I read in 6/7th grade, Orbiting Jupiter. (I reread it at least once a year, key word at least, cause I can't even tell you how many times I've read it, purely to torture myself)

if you haven't read the book, do it, even if it has a really basic reading level, it's such a good read, if not soul shattering (I've seen people say it's not sad, and um, if your one of those people, die or something, cause it's heartbreaking). I would look up a tw list online though, cause even if the topics at hand are told from the innocent prospective of a 11/12 year old most of the time, there's still a lot of shit going on from teen pregnancy, extreme abuse, implied SA (I'm my interpretation, and not related to the teen pregnancy), to major character death. sometimes I question why I was given this book so young (it was one of the mandated reading options)

so spoilers, cause I need to rant.

there's so many parts of this book I can't get over, like the whole thing destroyed me, but I just let the realization sink in, that Joseph never got to hold his daughter, never got to touch her, to even see her in person. the best he got were some photos and a few letters from her foster mother, but he never got to actually hold his baby.

he spent months trying to get to Maddie, months trying to get to Jupiter, all for him to never see either of them ever again. the actions he took to get to them only cause him pain and suffering; he got sent to group homes were he was abused/neglected, he got cut on the fence, he got sent to stone mountain (where he was practically tortured). he ran away during a blizzard, just to find his baby, and it was for nothing.

then once he accepted that, that he wouldn't meet his daughter, when he he decided the photos and the letters were enough, when he let himself be embraced by his new family, when he started to find his place in school, when he was starting to actually live again: his dad came back and killed him.

he traded his life for his brothers, got in that truck, most likely with the gut feeling he would never see jack again (worst part is, is that he thought his dad would shoot him and then himself if they got caught by police rather then go to jail/Joseph going back to the Hurds) only to have his dad drive them onto an out bridge. like I imagine him already terrified, having to watch as his dad drove into the bridge (after hitting another car off the road) knowing they would go through. he couldn't get out, he was stuck with the man who ruined his life in his last moments, as he drowned slowly in the ice cold water, knowing he would never see any of his family, his teachers, the cows, his daughter, ever again. he wouldn't be with Jackie anymore. his only respite would be that he would be with Maddie again. but even then, he was 14/15, he was jusb a baby, he had to be scared. Joseph might have had a lot go wrong in his life, but he didn't want to die, not anymore at least, and his life was taken from him by his scum father just when he got it back together.

the there's Mr. Hurd, I feel so bad for that man. he loved Joseph, even if they don't talk a lot about the parents, they talk about him enough for me to know Joseph was his son the second he saw him. even when Joseph tried to avoid his love, to distance himself from the family, to deny himself connection, Mr. Hurd still saw him as his son. he had to watch as his son was taken away from him, with the hope that he would get him back, that they would catch his father and all would be well again, and could finally have the peace of knowing that man was behind bars. instead he had to carry his son's dead, freezing cold, soaking wet body from the pickup truck his dad bought with the money he got from practically selling Jupiter (Joseph's daughter) to the adoption agency. he had to come to terms with the fact he failed to protect his son, that he let him be taken away in hopes it would protect both of his sons (he let Joseph lead his father away so he would leave jack, the younger son, behind) and it got one of them killed.

and don't even get me started on jack. this poor kid, he loved Joseph, like he said, they weren't just friends, they were brothers. despite being younger, he was protective of Joseph, getting into fights for him, going into frozen rivers for him, walking to school everyday instead of taking the bus so he didn't walk alone, damn near giving up his friends for Joseph, insisting that he was his brother and not a freak or a nut job or any other cruel name the world threw at him. he loved Joseph, in the pure, whole hearted, sincere way a little kid loves their big brother. he looked up to him, he had his back and knew Joseph had his, they were best friends all the while. and Jack now lives with the fact that Joseph died to save him, that he gets to watch Jupiter grow, to do all the things Joseph should have, to just see her, while he never will. he literally helped lower his brothers casket "into our family, by the high white pines", like please, have mercy on me.

this book breaks me every time, but I'm still it's bitch, crawling back against and again go go through that heart break.

[liminal-station]

how does one get as charming as you two?

GARROTT is gona give UOU the SECRELTS to gettig ALLL TH BIKINY BABEZZ and BEAHC BOYS!!! and NOBNINARY TOO!!!!

are yuo ready? be patents…

JUSB KIDDIG!!! im never gona revel MY sverects! like a magishian 😋

[bassistscottpilgrim]

Hey Scott, I think your apartment is haunted

This is the ghost of bunny anon btw :^

Anyways what happened since I died :0

I only jusb now got an internet connection to make cameos and I have no idea what went on :]

Didja make it to Winnipeg :0

Ooh and how are my moms? I’m sure Kim will be excited to see me :3

-🐇 (She’s in a ghost hotel while she’s on a visit to hell)

yeah, we got to winnipeg! the show went well!! last time i saw kim and ramona they were doing good, but i havent seen them recently

also what do you mean you think the apartment is haunted???

[free-cigarette-photography]

The Portal

(I hate this venue, but the line up was way too good to miss)

locals: Street Sweeper and JusB (new members as one moved to Philly and there was a rotating bassist position)

touring: B.O.R.N. and Snake Church from Birmingham, AL (absolutely homies and some of the realest punks. Birmingham is another southern epitome of taking care of your community. punks through and through)

it felt like the entirety of savannah in that room. all the new blood from the local college came through to where there was no room to mosh.

[stace-piiilgrim]

Why does everyone wanna pet me :^

I mean I’m not against it, but like it’s weird that it’s already happened twice in the same day

Anyway you can but then you’d hafta let me gently nibble at your fingers sometimes :3

Jusb a little mumch :33

-🐇

Ahhh sorry! Didn’t know someone else asked already today but I’ll let you nibble on my fingers. Just not too hard cause I need these hands for my job. Got bills and tuition to pay.

[benreyfaggot]

I’m jusb gonn a lay down.l…. For a few

[muckmagister]

😐🦵🦵🦵🦵🦵🦵🦵🦵🖐

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🏖⛱⛱🌊

going to the beach

honestly this catarpiler is lik the jerry seinfeld of bug,, jusb goin' round doin' stuff

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Sick Day

Note: Remember when Alonsonaomi was a thing. I made a thing. Enjoy!

“I want to die,” Alonso sniffed 

Naomi patted his shoulder with an indulgent smile, and pulled the blanket over the curled body of her boyfriend. “Somehow I think you’ll find the strength within you to keep fighting. It’s just a cold.” 

“Jusb a cold? This night be a flu, it’s worsede. Like a million colds at once!” Alonso groaned, swiveling his head dramatically, causing the bangs to flop over his eye. A clear sign that he was sick that he didn’t bother to sweep it off. Suddenly he sat up. 

“Whab about you! Your job!” He cried

Naomi brushed a stray hair out of his face for him a smile creeping on her face as she looked. Even though his skin was ashen, his usually bouncy brunette hair limp and stringy, his eyes were bloodshot and his nose was as stuffed as a toy, she thought he was still cute. Maybe not physically but his concern for her time and her work was endearing. 

But the matter was that even though she maintained her independence, her ambassadorships and travels, since dating Alonso, Elena allowed her more flexibility to allow her time to make this long distance relationship work. Including times like these, caring for Alonso.

Now Alonso was almost a grown man but he was practically useless when he was sick. Physically unable to get out of bed, utterly useless. He couldn’t even get lunch without his servants, take his medicine or get tissues. King Ramon said he was always like that when he was sick and it clearly hadn’t changed over the years. 

Naomi didn’t indulge such childish antics except for an extreme case. Alonso was correct he had the flu, two nights ago, but it had broke by now. She was doing this because he still wasn’t up to his normal strength, and-she’d never admit this outloud- but she thought he was sweet when he was sick. Not when he was refusing to swallow his medicine and such, but the grateful smiles he gave her that he truly appreciated her time. Sometimes falling asleep together when she sang. It was an oddly peaceful time. 

“I’m gonna make you some food that will help clear your sinuses. You stay here and try to go to sleep,” Naomi told him. Alonso did so, burying his head under the pillow with a loud moan. 

When she came back from chopping sage and thyme, Alonso had fallen off the bed and was staring dazedly at the wall. 

“Nadomi, fuddy ting. I can’d ged up,” Alonso said. She could swear the stuffiness was getting worse. 

She placed the bowl of piping chicken soup that the cook had made on the dresser and swept him up in an army lift Gabe taught her in self-defense. She gently placced him into the bed, rearranged the pillows and pulled the blanket over again, and made sure the tissue box was close by. 

“Here, some soup.” She handed the bowl and he managed a wry grin. 

“Danks!” He took a slurp and spewed it across the bed, violently coughing. 

“Sorry! I did’d mean do!” Esteban cried, getting off the bed to start wiping the blanket when he dizzily fell again. 

“Alonso rest. I got this,” Naomi insisted, gently shoving him back to the pillows so she could strip the sheets and wrangle up new blankets from the back of the closet. Where Alonso only mildly shivered when left without his comforter for a minute. He learned two sick days ago that she wouldn’t put up with complaining when they both knew she was helping him. 

Well, maybe one or two complaints slipped. 

“Jou devil woman! Jour are drill tryin’ do kill me,” Alonso mock-glared when he was seized by another harsh sneeze. 

Naomi simply shook her head when she shook the cough medicine bottle, “This will help ease the burning feeling and some of the stuffiness.” “Tank you!” He croaked

Naomi put a finger to his lips despite the germs, “Rest your voice.” “Bud I like talkging wid jou. Jour inderesing. More than the wall,” He smiled. 

Naomi turned away but knew Alonso could see her bite her lips as the ends curled up into a half-smile. Another reason that she became his semi-reluctant caretaker. 

They got to talk together. Brief conversations that Alonso sometimes fell asleep in the middle of, but it was nice nonetheless. It was usually mundane reminisces or stories of olden sick days but it was a pleasing pastime. 

Naomi put a hand to his forehead and smiled at him once more, seeing how his eyes were drooping closed despite Alonso’s efforts to remain upright and awake. To continue to try talking to her, “You’re less hot. So you’ll probably be better soon. And you’re not going to die.” 

“Good,” Alonso said, “Bud I’m glad jou were here wid me if I did.” “Me too,” Naomi softly whispered, “I better go now. Hopefully, you’ll feel better when you’re awake.” “I will be. I alwayd wand to be wid jou,” Alonso smiled, drifting off at last. 

[ayuyappin]

oh. OH. I JUSB FIGURED OUT SHADING. OH THIS IS HUGE.

[soweli-musi]

talkngs enoughhhhh.draw later jusb to dalk now

Oh well I'm very good at talking I can do that

[dykevotions]

Me too. …. …..me personally its [suspected] bpd but im .jusb a silly little guy .having fun in my corner wihth my guys. cmon…..

mhm mhm . we got that whole plurality schizophrenia general other illness combo so its like. idk man the evil shadow man says hi

[detective-piplup]

YAIIIY. i hav so many textposts i just Save because i nnneed them .jusb in case

I love to save the posts <333