#oh no back on my ybc shit again

[patrickztump]

youngblood chronicles x buzzfeed unsolved

[ybcpatrick]

i was by @nerdangels thank u amanda i am holding ur hand rn <3333

1- why did you choose your url?

he's my boy. my fucking lad. my DUDE. my little guy. he is me and i am him. i was blessed by the whoevers to have snagged this url

2- any side blogs?

TOO MANY, BRO. i have a wrestling blog, a supernatural blog, a muppets blog, a poetry blog, a nostalgia blog, and an archive for the post!ybc au (which isn't dead, i promise, im so sorry to all the anons in my inbox i love you im just so tired all the ike akskajdskjf)

3- how long have you been on tumblr?

that april fools joke blog from a couple years ago says i joined on february 22nd, 2014. but, i did have another account before this one, so i'll just loosely say mid-2013 for that one

4- do you have a queue tag?

i've tried keeping a queue soooo many times but honestly i am just like. not the sort of person to use one lol. if i'm online you'll know it, if i'm not i'm not

5- why did you start your blog in the first place?

because i needed somewhere to get all the danny phantom stuff out of my system

6- why did you choose your icon/pfp?

bc he's ybcpatrick. i am Also ybcpatrick.

7- why did you choose your header?

oh it's still my halloween theme lmao, haven't had time to make a new one. my headers are just chosen to match my themes, i loooove makin pretty themes

8- what's your post with the most notes?

that GODDAMNED green day post. im too lazy to grab it rn but it's got over 100k notes. if u follow me u have seen it

9- how many mutuals do you have?

y'all are keeping track? ajdjejfjwuri i have lots of friends on here but idk how many

10- how many followers do you have?

1239 at the moment

11- how many people do you follow?

354!

12- have you ever made a shitpost?

babygirl that's all i do that's all i'm here for

13- how often do you use tumblr each day?

i will close tumblr and then by muscle memory i will open it again immediately. hotel california

14- did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

never with an actual person, but anons try to start shit with me REGULARLY. back in the day, some anon tried to accuse me of pretending to be canadian because i made one (1) post about liking the tragically hip. like HELLO?

15- how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

don't guilt people into reblogging shit; furthermore, even if it is important, tacking a "yOu NeEd To" onto your reblog is a surefire way to get everyone else to ignore it out of spite lmfao

16- do you like tag games?

YEAHHH i love them so muuuuch please tag me in anything and everything i don't care if we're mutuals i don't care if it doesn't seem applicable to me please. tag. me. anyways.

17- do you like ask games?

ALSO YEAHHH but i'm terrible at remembering that i reblogged one, so then i'll get distracted and forget to answer them in a timely fashion ajskajdwkndme

18- which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

bro i don't KNOW. possibly some of the fic authors? or some of my bandom mutuals? one of my mutuals (who doesn't have many interests in common with me so idk why she's still here but i think she's super fuckin cool) is probably "tumblr famous" bc like. all her posts get notes?

i think tumblr is great just bc you have NO IDEA who's "famous" and who's not. like, unless ur mutuals with fuckin setheverman or pukicho, it's just a mystery

19- do you have a crush on a mutual?

........i liked her long before we were mutuals and i'll say nothing fucking else thanks

tagging: @sleeping-dead-dying-sleep @greatesthitz @residentjoth @lunathemacron @softnsquishable @ibidflash and litchrally anyone else who wants to!!

[babymilkawa]

i am new on your blog BUT an invitation to headcannon oh boyyyy

1) as we know shinsou replaced mineta in 1-A (shhh if we talk about it enough it will come true) i feel like he and jirou would get along pretty well

2) also my boy can totally play a guitar or bang some drums ahhsjskzk

3) nobody talks about him a lot but yk who is absolutely perfect bf material? koda! this guy can talk to animals THIS GUY CAN TALK TO ANIMALS get me a man like koda, a true gentleman

4) also talking about underrated boys, iida would be the best bf for someone like me (bc I can't for the life of me take care of myself, like how i am still alive is beyond me🙌) he would be so sweet and caring

5) my fav : boom boom boi💥 this guy has an immaculate over the top skin care routine and he absolutely forces you to take care of your skin too. his words not mine -"apply this pack or i will fucking blast your face off, dumbass" although he would never blast your face (other things maybe🤧)

6) SHOUTOOOO as a person who has mommy issues, i think him and i are a match made in heaven. his daddy issues + my mommy issues= utter chaos jdjxkx (also i will go down for this headcannon but this boi wears applying nailpaints all the time)

7) kirishima😭 the manliest of them all... his skin is very very rough and unlike bakugou he doesn't believe in skin care so you would have to literally force him to apply some damn moisturizer

8) shindou - do you- do you know what his quirk is???

9) lastly mineta - yeah he died (sayonara mineta you purple shit)

did i make a good first impression👉👈 (also i will be 😽 anon because that emoji is too cute. also cats- the best)

1. Yesyesyes I fully know that jirou has badass energy ok and SO DOES SHINSOU but in a more quiet way, he will literally roast people behind their backs and jirou is just giggling her ass off

2. and yeaaa I also see him as someone who’s musically talented (idk the guitar solo in the op for ybc just came in my mind)

3. Koda is like Snow White!! Omigod and cinderella and omg he is a disney prince Jajksksodo but if ur someone who loves animals YES koda is for you, all his little animal friends love you too because goddamn ur like an Angel from heaven 🤩

4. Iida can be very caring yes and he’s like ur personal to do list (not in that way lmfao) or a reminder yk he knows when you should take breaks, when you should have water, all that. and knowing that he’s someone who can look after you means a lot to him, that you trust him enough to let him take care of u 🥺

5. ugh I can’t get the image of bakugou with his hair back out of my head. you guys have those matching headbands yk for when ur doing ur skin care. Yours is like a frog while he has a PINK PIG WHHSJS and I already know he is very harsh while putting whatever product on his face like yk when he brushes his teeth? DIE DEAD SKIN CELLS and to you, he’ll b much gentler tho whisper yelling DIE DEAD SKIN CELLS LEAVE MY S/O’s *cough* beautiful *cough* FACE

6. Anon I love how u switched from iida to shoto 😂BUT I RELATE LIKE EVERY FAMILY GATHERING IS AWKWARD AS HELL BUT AT LEAST U HAVE EACH OTHER RIGHT u can just imaging him rolling his eyes at his dad while u do the same with urs and YES he loves to see his nails all fancy, getting colors that match his outfit and gear. U guys do it together or for each other. He doesn’t why it’s different tho like if someone calls him out for having his nails painted he’ll just go ok? Cuz I want to?

7. Kiri...knows his skin is rough and after the first time you offer to apply moisturizer, he will NEVER TOUCJ THE BOTTLe again cuz U have to do it 🥴for him

8. SHINDOU IS A FINEEE MAN let’s just leave it at that

9. Mineta can 🕳🤸🏻

AND OF COURSE U CAN BE MY 😽anon!! I loveeee cats tooo SKSKSKKS

[shark-myths]

Miss Missing You

@ladymyst3ry gave me the opportunity to write about Miss Missing You and I—I could not stop myself. There is probably a much more coherent version of this I can write but instead, here is one from very early in the morning while I stuffed cookies in my mouth and pounded coffee.

This song is one of my all-time Peterick jams! First, I should say that, based on this interview, Patrick wrote this song while he was working on SoulPunk. He says in the video that as he was writing it, he realized it was a Fall Out Boy song, even if it didn’t sound like FOB ever had, even in FOB didn’t exist at that moment. He knew ‘it wasn’t for me.’ Because Patrick does contribute lyrics sometimes and he definitely wrote all the lyrics for SP, I have the headcanon that no one can ever prise out of my cold, dead fingers that some or all of these lyrics are his too. My reading of Miss Missing You is entirely from Patrick’s perspective.

Don’t panic No not yet I know I’m the one you want to forget Cue all the love to leave my heart It’s time for me to fall apart

HIATUS JAMS ABOUT BEING IN LOVE WITH PETE WENTZ AND WATCHING HIM NUKE THE BAND FROM SPACE TO RUN AWAY FROM YOU, and what happened to Patrick when he let Pete go, when they stopped speaking, when things got so bitter and so messy that the band parted ways and Patrick made himself believe, this is for the best, this is what he wanted, this is maybe what I wanted too. Now you’re gone But I’ll be okay Your hot whiskey eyes Have fanned the flames Maybe I’ll burn a little brighter tonight Let the fire breathe me back to life

What color eyes does Pete have again? OH YEAH. HOT WHISKEY. Baby, you were my picket fence I miss missing you now and then Chlorine kissed summer skin I miss missing you now and then

Summer! Summer is such an important phrasal indicator of Peterick Trysts in the language they use to resurrect the vibe, meaning, and earnestness of those summers spent crammed in vans without any sense of personal space, together, together. Like Lost Boys. Like forever.

And picket fence: the idea of the perfect happily ever after, the family, the forever. Pete was the story Patrick told himself, the true love and the life he dreamed of and believed in. When Pete left him, left the band. When the hiatus happened and everyone was so hurt and frustrated and angry and dispirited. Patrick put to bed this notion of his picket fence. He fell in love with someone else. He stopped waiting for happily ever after to happen to him and instead got married, started his own family. But even so. Now and again. He misses longing for Pete. He misses missing him.

Sometimes before it gets better The darkness gets bigger The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger Oh We’re fading fast I miss missing you now and then

YOU KNOW HOW BOTH PETE AND PATRICK HAVE SEPARATELY SAID THEY’D TAKE A BULLET FOR EACH OTHER

(slide 43 from the tryst theory powerpoint)

In addition, just the evoked sadness here—imagine this song, written by a Patrick with no reason to think the band would ever find their way back to each other. A Patrick who is mad at, sick of, heartbroken by a Pete Wentz who has gone so completely off the rails. I miss missing you, the phrase itself, speaks nostalgic to when they were together: Patrick misses when Pete was his to miss. He misses when it was so straightforward as to simply crave him, to miss them being crammed in a bed together, heads just that close. He misses when he could miss Pete, before all the anger and other confusing, complicated things he is obligated to feel crept up. Pete is married when Patrick writes this. Pete has made the clearest and most public commitment he can to being a family with someone else. More painful than that, Pete wants it to work. He wants it to be the thing that fixes his life, that saves him. He believes in love and his son and the strength of what he feels for Ashlee and he thinks it can be enough, he thinks it doesn’t have to matter that Patrick is his true blue, he thinks that if he is very good and works very hard he can make this family work—and he walks away from Patrick. He says, we have to stop. He says, I’m not doing this anymore. God, how Patrick feels then! Yes, he misses being able to miss Pete. Making eyes at this husk around my heart I see through you when we’re sitting in the dark So give me your filth Make it rough Let me let me trash your love

If that’s not a verse about trysting, revoke my lore analysis license.

I will sing to you every day If it will take away the pain Oh and I’ve heard you got it, got it so bad 'Cause I am the best you’ll never have

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

‘I will sing to you every day if it will take away the pain.’ If that isn’t about Sick-in-the-Head!Pete and early days Patrick comforting him--! If that isn’t Pete saying that Patrick is an iPod full of his favorite songs, that Patrick sings to him to make him feel better. If that isn’t Patrick willing to give Pete absolutely anything, anything, even if all Pete will say that he wants is Patrick’s voice.

And then ‘the best you’ll never have,’ which fits so well as an equal-and-opposite to lines like ‘favorite mistake’ and ‘favorite what-if, best I’ll-never-know’! Not only does it sound very clearly in conversation with these topics, but we can read it as coming from a different speaker, can’t we? Baby, you were my picket fence I miss missing you now and then

So there’s that huge fucking heartbreak. We’re barely surviving, right? It’s brutal. It’s bad.

AND THEN THERE’S THE VIDEO.

The only black and white one in an oversaturated set of bright, splashy vids. One without dialogue, without symbolic interaction—one that is entirely Pete being chased through the desert by Patrick, and the two of them finally brutally killing each other in the dirt. People say shit about Pete’s acting ability all the time, but look at his facial expressions in that video. Look at the real terror and fear at the thought of having to hurt Patrick, the real heartbreak when he does it. The way Patrick makes himself look as if it is nothing. This video makes me fucking bawl. I have this whole theory on YBC and how it’s Pete figuring out that Patrick isn’t all good, that he never was, that Pete has been kindness-washing him this whole time—that Patrick is dirty enough for Pete to love. That Patrick is capable of being terrible too. That Pete is not a straightforward villain, and instead they are just two people, who have hurt each other. Who both messed up. Who can now come together and meet, in the middle, neither perfect, both afraid, but so, so ready to love and be loved. ****cries for ten years****

[kanyewestirl]

Stop it, stop it. Hey nazicult, fuck you! joel, fuck you! Y'all don't want to lose again. A lot of people here tonight felt like they lost. You know why? Because y’all been lied to. YBC lied to you. OYK lied to you.Nazicult lied to you. Nazicult, fuck you! I know it’s a lot of real niggas working at nazicult, real people, real socially repressed teenagers with friends and schoolmates that love Hitler jokes, that can’t say what they want to say because for some unknown reason most people don’t find holocaust humor funny past 2008.. And when I say that , what I'm saying is we love Joel, Joel is great. He’s a great kiwifarms wannabe troll. But irlprophetmuhamed is great, too. But you know who the greatest of all of us? Who do y’all think? [Crowd shouts “JACK” and other names] Nope. Izaya motherfucking Orihara. Nazicult, fuck you! Oh yeah, I’m on my drama shit tonight. Nazicult, fuck you. Yeah, I’m taking his lead. I’mma just say how I say, be ‘Ye, and win. I’mma take his lead. Nazicult, fuck you! Nazicult fuck you! Wait a second. Eh, is it, “Nazicult fuck you? That’s what you’re saying?” Exactly.

Not fuck the bloggers that consider themselves neonazis because these is real people that gotta feed they stunted emotional development and they’re not being allowed to say that real shit because they think that in order to feed they self esteem they gotta say the same shit over and over and over. I was raised by KMS , I was raised by Memeufacturing, I was raised by DXM. The last real nigga alive? Naw, nigga! We real niggas alive, we alive tonight, bruh! We alive tonight, bruh! Izaya orihaa is alive tonight, bro. Jack Maccready is alive tonight, bro. Minty is alive tonight, bro. Driad is alive tonight, bro. Marx strayhound alive tonight, bro. Aye, y’all love my show. When I say these names, y’all better scream for me. I don’t give a fuck if you know the names or not, go ahead, Google them. They will give you a little bit of factual information. They will give you that. Why did I name Marx? Because that’s the future. That’s the niggas they got me and Iza [...]. It’s life.

We’ve got a hundred years out here, a hundred years on this planet, bro, and we can have a utopia. We can love each other. But the rules gotta be fair. Joel and nukacult and nazicult and icd and bitchesandwhoresunanimous and everybody. Is it just me or did you hear that song so many times “GAS THE JEWS” Aye, aye. You know what it is, though? Because aye, I love Joel. I love icd. But they set that joke up, bro. And let me tell you something: BWU fuck you! Once again, as always. I’m on my drama shit tonight. Let me tell you what it is, bruh. Aye, you know me. I went down seven years of my life of motherfuckers hating me for saying Amar had the best video. Hey, baby, let’s rock and roll tonight. Y’all might be experiencing a lot of pop shit, but the vibes is back. The prodigal son, Izaya orihara, has returned. The vibes is back. I know it’s going to be a lot of conversations after tonight.

Joel, I know you got hitters from white suburbia. Please do not send them at my head. I just want to have a conversation about how we playing nazicults game. Joel, you a real nigga.Joel, you a real nigga. You got the keys. But as we learn all the politics that niggas was doing for years. BWU couldn’t make tumblr great because he couldn’t be him to be who he was. Black men have been slaves. BWU wasn’t allowed to do this [queefs] and still win. He had to be perfect. But being perfect don’t always change shit, bro. Being perfect don’t always change shit, bro.

So, when I talk about BWU, let me explain something. I was hurt. Amar, I was hurt because I wanted to present a video called “Smoking pot in a motel 6” and I don’t expect BWU to help me. Mr. West, I don’t respect you. I will let you know that Amar is winning the video tonight for “Trying to blink while high on dxm” over “crying on the kitchen floor” and “mega trigglypuff feminist compilation.” They told me beforehand so I wouldn’t run on stage. Hey, bruh, y’all ain’t gotta fuck with me, but you know I got the vision and you know I’mma gonna keep it real with you. Amar, I was hurt. I went down seven years on behalf of your—eh, nigga! Don’t [...] no shit while I'm talking. I am putting my career, my life, my public well-standing at risk when I talk to y’all like this. This is a moment in the [...], bro. The vibes is back. The vibes is back. Motherfuckers might feel a way about this tonight. Amar, I was hurt because I heard that you said you wouldn’t perform unless you won Video of the Year over me and over “Cringe comp #3493 you cringe you lose” In my opinion—now, don’t go trying to diss Amar. She is great. Taylor Swift is great. We are all great people. We are all equal.

But sometimes, we be playing the politics too much and forget who we are just to win. Fuck winning. Fuck looking cool. Fuck looking cool. Fuck being cool. Fuck all that, bruh! I’ve been sitting here to give y’all my truth even at the risk of my own life. Even at the risk of my own success, my own career. I’ve been sitting here to give y’all the truth. Tayzaya, call me, bruh. You still ain’t calling me. tayzaya, call me. Aye, bruh, I know you got killers. Please don’t send them at my head. Just call me. Talk to me like a man. I’m not trying to be the man. I just am a man, the same as anybody here. I ain’t above, below none of y’all. We all equal. We all equal. This is the vibes, bro. This is the future. This is the way of thinking to make tumblr great again. Ha! You didn’t like that! Guess what? Y’all need the vibes. I was hurt. Feelings matter, bro. The way motherfuckers put money up so high, popularity, nazicult spins. Feelings matter, bro. Feelings matter, bro.

It’s a new world ronnie, it’s a new world. Feelings matter. Because guess what? Everybody in middle America felt a way and they showed you how they felt. Feelings matter, bro. It’s a new world. It’s a new world, BWU. It’s a new world, tayzaya. Hey, don’t send killers at my head, bro. This ain’t the Motel 6 movie. We growing from that moment. Let ‘Ye be ‘Ye. And wait a second. Do y’all agree with that? Let ‘Ye be ‘Ye. Wait a second. I ain’t hear enough screams on that. Let ‘Ye be ‘Ye.

[ybcpatrick]

Cute post ybc content - since pete did so much to make sure patrick got the perfect prosthetic, patrick returns the favor by buying the fucking island couch and setting it up (with his shiny new hand and some help from trohley) as a surprise while pete is stuck in some meetings for dcd2 or some shit. pete fucking loves it (he loves patrick too, but god this couch is so fucking comfy)

(here's the couch ask for the uninitiated bc i'm pretty sure this ask was sent at the beginning of august. it is now the end. i am da bastard man. ;w; anyways here's this it's basically just dialogue)

"Duuuuuuuuude," Joe wheezes, flopping bonelessly onto the brand new island couch. Patrick smirks over at him, as he wanders around the living room, picking up pillows as he goes.

"Joe, you gotta move so we can put the old pile on here before Pete gets home," Andy coaxes.

Joe doesn't budge.

"If you don't move, we'll put it on top of you," Andy says.

Still nothing from Joe.

"Hm." With a shrug, Andy turns to look at Patrick, whose arms are currently wrapped around six or seven pillows. "Bury his ass, he's probably asleep already." Grinning deviously, Patrick sidles up to the edge of the couch, unceremonious as he dumps the pillows over Joe's body. Joe doesn't respond whatsoever, so Patrick takes that cue to cross the room again, grabbing more pieces from their old pillow pile and chucking them at Joe.

"D'you think he might, like, suffocate?" Patrick asks, watching another throw pillow careen through the air and land neatly on Joe's right arm. Andy snorts, balling up one of their comforters and tossing it carelessly near the back of Joe's head.

"Just leave him a mouth hole," Andy responds, "he'll be fine."

"Mouth hole? Sounds gross!" A voice calls. Patrick doesn't even have time to start moving pillows faster before Pete's striding into the living room, undoing his tie as he goes. "Why are we leaving... a..." Pete trails off, eyes transfixed on the new addition to the room.

Patrick carefully sets his last wadded-up ball of blankets on the pile. With a sheepish grin aimed at Pete, he says, "Uh... surprise?" Pete stares at the couch wordlessly, frozen in place. After several stunned seconds, he finds his voice.

"An island couch?" Pete asks, timidly. His eyes are wide as he takes a careful step forward, and Patrick can't help his grin, lightly jogging across the room to him.

"You wanted it so bad after you saw it on Twitter, but it didn't seem to like... occur to you that we could actually buy one," Patrick explained, "so I decided to get it for you! Andy and Joe helped me put it together, and it was good practice for using my hand, too, so that was a plus. Oh, and it's a thank you. For the hand, I mean. I should have said that first. Because it's really helping me and I wanted to do something nice for y-" Patrick's ramblings are cut off by Pete yanking him into a fierce hug.

"Thank you," Pete murmurs against his ear, sounding like he might cry. Patrick coos and holds on tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the skin just above the collar of his dress shirt. He gently extracts himself from Pete's arms, gesturing behind him at the couch. He opens his mouth to speak, but Andy cuts him off.

"Come take a look at this bad boy," Andy says, patting the cushions for emphasis. His smile borders on wicked as he adds, "Maybe come test how soft it is." Patrick's face falls at the same time Pete's lights up.

"Gladly! I'm coming in hot!" Pete cries, taking a running start at the couch. Patrick tries to stop him, but it's too late.

The sound that comes out of Joe as soon as Pete's entire weight lands on top of him isn't one a person should ever be able to make.

[ybcpatrick]

have you seen that comic that’s of cap and bucky holding hands bc bucky said his hand was cold but then cap realizes he’s been holding the metal arm their entire walk and bucky just tricked him bc he wanted affection? en nee wayz that’s ybc pete with patrick’s prosthetic

KAKSHSJDH HERE LEMME JUST --

"It's cold," Patrick grouses.

Pete makes a non committal noise, still staring down at his phone and expertly weaving around downtown Los Angeles with Patrick. For some reason, it's fucking cold and windy out, and Patrick forgot to wear anything heavier than a cardigan, ill-prepared for the weather (not that Pete was doing much better, in his designer sweater with a tank top underneath, but, like... technicalities).

"Peeeete, my hand is cold," Patrick says, and Pete chuckles a little, glancing up from his text conversation with their manager.

"I know, 'Trick, the car is just a couple more blocks away." Huffing, Patrick kicks a rock beside him.

"Hold my hand so it stays warm?" Patrick asks, innocently. Pete startles; it's not usually like Patrick to just straight out as for something like that. He obliges more than happily, gently taking Patrick's hand in his. Patrick makes a sweet little noise at that, and Pete smiles into his phone.

They carry on walking in comfortable silence, as Pete keeps up the talk with the manager about honestly-he-doesn't-remember-or-care, and Patrick just looks around downtown contentedly, gently swaying their joined hands back and forth. Before long, the wind has died down, and the air isn't as bitter when they finally reach the car.

And when they reach it, and Pete lets go of Patrick's hand to go around and slip into the driver's seat, only then does he pause and put down his phone for a second.

"Patrick?"

"Yeah?" Patrick hums.

Pete feels like a moron, staring down at Patrick's hands, resting in his lap. "Which hand was I holding?" Patrick doesn't even try to hide his cheshire grin.

"Oh, the left one."

Pete takes a second to compute, then his brain spits out an answer.

"That one doesn't cold," Pete says dumbly. Patrick laughs loudly as he buckles his seatbelt, as if he just pulled the world's best practical joke. He grins at Pete across the center console, and wiggles the prosthetic's fingers a little.

"I know," Patrick says, coyly. "I just wanted you to pay a little attention to me." Pete stares at him, with an incredulous smile. After a beat, Patrick sputters out, "Well, it worked, didn't it?" Now it's Pete's turn to laugh, reaching out to grab the prosthetic again.

"Shit, I guess."