#platonic expensive headphones

[dragonairice]

Rich: do you remember yesterday when you told me 'hey Rich don't try to jump off the staircase onto a mattress because that's not going to end well'? Michael: Oh no ~ Rich: If LEMONADE is made out of LEMONS, then GATORADE- Michael: is made out of Water, Sugar, Dextrose, Citric Acid, Natural and Artificial Flavor, Salt, Sodium Citrate, Monopotassium Phosphate, Modified Food Starch, Glycerol Ester of Rosin- Rich: how the hell do you know all that Michael: You've made that joke at least once a day, it was about time someone came up with a response

[yeagerfate]

YELLOW MORNINGS

Summary: Your parents make you ride on the bus on the first day at your new highschool. You soon realize that this bus is full of both kids you’re scared of and want to be friends with. Who’s on it, and what are they like? + Headcanons on what they’re like in school.

Warnings: None. This is fluff and slight crack! Also, reader is a minor in this and Miguel’s is platonic since he’s a grown ass adult and reader’s 15. (Every other character in this is assumed to be either 15 or 16.) Additionally, the sketchbook thing mentioned in Miles’ is a true story. That actually happened at my school LMFAO

Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Miles Morales (Earth-1610), Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, and Gabriela O’Hara gets her own little feature in Miguel’s.

Notes: I’m a bit nervous for how this’ll go, but I’m excited for its reception, since I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone write this before. Anyways, thank you guys so much for all the love on my posts. From the bottom of my heart it means so so much to me. I have always loved writing, but it’s a hobby I’m really shy about. Your support really helps me come out of my shell more, which is greatly appreciated. You all are awesome and I love being in this fandom so much. It is so so much fun!

MIGUEL O’HARA

is the angry bus driver that beeps at you four times despite you walking towards the bus in his direct line of sight. He says “good morning” to you in a gruff, tired voice and tells you to just sit down and not cause trouble. As you walk in the aisle of the bus, you can see his daughter in the front seat right behind his, wearing the school uniform for the private elementary school down the street from your high school. She’s sipping on apple juice while holding a bag of chocolate chip mini muffins, staring out the window blankly. When he drops you off at the high school, he tells you to stay out of trouble. The questioning look you give him makes him sigh exasperatedly before telling you to have a good day. Maybe he isn’t so bad?

MILES MORALES

Is staring at the black sketchbook in his hands thoughtfully before he makes eye contact with you. He smiles politely and waves at you, but doesn’t say anything else. When you sit with him, he places the sketchbook on his lap and asks your name. He seems grateful for your presence and tells you it’s been ages since someone new has been assigned to this particular bus. Suddenly, he asks you for your schedule, and is elated when he sees you have biology class together. Though, he lets out a pitiful sigh when he sees who you have for Algebra II. “Good luck with her,” Miles says. “She took away my sketchbook last year because she thought it was a phone.” Miles is always asking you to go to his basketball games on the weekends. He’ll even give you his jersey to wear to cheer him on. Also, if you ever need help on homework, he’s your guy. Especially if it’s math related.

HOBIE BROWN

Has his expensive looking Sony headphones on, and his foot is bouncing to the beat of the song he’s listening to. He nods at you, and waves you over once he sees that all the other seats are taken. You are taken aback by his eccentric fashion style. He asks if you’re new. When you say yes, he tells you which teachers to specifically avoid. The next day, he brings in his earbuds so you both can listen to his music. Hobie is always snacking on the bus, and makes sure to bring you some food too, even if you already have some. Gets yelled at by Miguel for not sitting in his seat (He’s just tall. He does sit.) Even though he’s pretty much always a respectful student, he repeatedly arrives on the bus with detention slips for shadow boxing. Also got suspended for a week for piercing people’s noses in the bathrooms during third period. Oh well!

GWEN STACY

Is quietly scrolling on her phone before she makes eye contact with you. She’s the only other girl in the back of the bus, so you decide to sit with her. Gwen seems shy, so you are the one to make conversation. You quickly find out that she’s a catcher on the softball team and is in a band with Hobie, the kid in the seat next to yours. Gwen informs you of all of the school’s drama from the year before, including the time she got an ISS for giving girls ibuprofen for their period cramps. Regardless of this, she tells you, “I still have it in my bag. If you need it, just ask.” She also sends you the quizlets she makes for the Spanish class you have together. Frequently, Gwen gives you gum, but it is a silent exchange as to prevent the other students from asking for it as well. She is a very generous person.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR

Is fiddling with his bright school bag before he insists that you sit with him. He is a talker, and tells you all about himself. He urges you to join theatre for the winter musical, which is apparently “The best school event of the year!”. Pavitr is very involved with the school, and is the president of the theatre club, the secretary of the choir club, and is starting a culture club this year. He tells you to sit with him at lunch kindly. Though, his pleasant rant is interrupted when he tells you to avoid the lunch lady whose name is Linda. His reasoning is that, “She argued with me over chai tea.” which you laugh boisterously at. Although Pavitr has a somewhat ingenuous spirit, he forges your mother’s signature on a detention slip you got for going to the bathroom despite your English teacher’s hard “No.” He’s always going out of his way to help you!

WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE FRIENDS WITH THEM?

Miles is known as one of the best players on the basketball team. Even though he doesn’t bounce it in the hallways, teachers are always telling him to put the basketball in his hands away, which irritates him to no end. Although teachers adore him, they always have to tell him to turn his phone off because it’s always buzzing from Snapchat notifications. He trades food with people at lunch and is on the Robotics team. Miles is one of the only two in the friend group who hasn’t gotten a detention. Is the only boy in your P.E. class who doesn’t treat it like the olympics and makes sure everyone has a good time. Cried once on FaceTime with you because out of stress he drew a dick on his AP Calc packet and forgot to erase it before turning it in. Unironically, Miles will play mermaids with you in the pool.

Hobie has both girls and boys fawning over him all the time, and people are constantly asking for his number. Never pays attention in class but passes. Hobie’s a “C’s get degrees” type of person, regardless of how well he does in school. For school spirit week, instead of bringing a backpack, he brings a Walmart shopping cart. Makes people laugh in class, but does it respectfully to not piss off the teacher. Teachers get sick of how often you pair up with each other for group projects but he tells them you’re a package deal and that you can’t be separated. Once you get your driver’s license, you make him check your parking jobs. He proceeds to ask you who gave you your license. Grew from 5’9 to 6’5 in the span of a school year and was always asking when second lunch was.

Gwen wasn’t on the bus last year, so she was introduced to the friend group because of her role on the theatre’s stage crew. It’s how she met Pavitr, who played the leading role in the Spring musical. To her dismay, her hydro-flask always falls off her desk, which makes such a loud clang she almost cries. Gwen’s locker is messy, with little magnets all over it. Has the best handwriting you’ve ever seen. Says random Disney bully quotes like, “I’ll kick you into next week if ya don’t give me your lunch!” when she sees you in the hallway. When she gets partnered up with you for a lab, she makes sure you finish before everyone else so you can just chill. Gwen always gets you a snack at the vending machine before any class you have together. She paints your nails in the back of the class.

Pavitr is a straight A student. People think he’s stuck in 2016 because he still wears those bands that you slap on your wrist. Gives people haircuts during break time, and wants to become a hairdresser when he’s older. During a fire drill he got yelled at because he stopped, dropped, and rolled for no reason. Tears fall from his eyes frequently because he holds in coughs in class. Jokingly put in a quote from the Lorax for his senior quote when he was on the yearbook team but forgot to take it out. His senior quote is, “Let it grow.” Pav fake falls in class but nobody suspects a thing because they think he’s innocent. He screamed with you when he saw a spider. Gets out of getting in trouble for being late because he got everyone Starbucks. (He got you a cake pop)

[sivseven]

housemates and some others

archons x gn reader [smau & hcs] (modern au)

[potential romantic: venti, zhongli, ei, furina, mavuika ft. neuvillette & scara // platonic: nahida]

Economy in Teyvat has recently been… less than stellar and you have had some certain huge adjustments. Mainly because when you accepted your work, you had to move to the city because that was where your place of work was located. Your line of work does not really want you flaking out on them, meaning you have to be close by when you are needed on certain emergencies.

And so, you had to look for listings on a living space. Most apartments were quite expensive, nothing your current savings could not handle… for like the first three months. But you had to scrap that, you’d rather not risk it, especially on possible medical emergencies that could put a dent on your bank savings.

But then, by some miracle, just a month before your new work starts, you found something relatively cheap ��� except the very reason why it is cheap is because the villa you will be living in will be shared with a couple of people around. Six to seven people, give or take. And that is not even including you.

You had decided to inquire, and to no one’s surprise, the owner accepts you after running a background check and getting your deposit. You’re already good to go and have been told that you won’t move in until a week later after the last few renovations are done.

You met with your landlord by then, and you are positively smitten — Mister Neuvillette is so nice and dreamy. You feel nothing but some intense catholic guilt for just imagining stupid things that involve him and you.

But this isn’t about you and him.

It’s about you and your really weird roommates.

VENTI

A musician, a composer, just an overall bonafide artist, some kind of member in an idol group that you may or may not be exposed to already — a soul like no other with one hell of a talent in drinking.

He once invited you to hang out with him on a patio, wanting your input for his new piece, you ended up drunk out of your mind with what you think to be the start of your liver problems and maybe the shortening of your lifespan.

Venti is terribly cryptic with his words and it takes every fiber of your being not to crack his skull open to just… understand what is going on with his mind. You tried deciphering most of the shit that he was saying to no avail.

He has a tendency to give you a quick ‘ehe ;P’ whenever he breaks your things, and he pays them eventually… in installments, one measly mora for each week, he tells you all the time about how he’s a starving artist with no mora to his name.

(He quite literally invited you and your other roommates to watch him perform a concert with his idol group, and you watched him get paid stacks for it — and of course, you made him buy you a new pair of headphones).

He owns a blue dragon he named Dvalin and it just floats around the tank like some washed up corpse. To this day, you don’t know if Dvalin is a plastic toy or an actual sea slug.

A huge troll — mostly to Zhongli, hassling him constantly about the ‘good old days’ and how Zhongli was so old and that he sure looks like it (probably from all his boring work, according to Venti).

One of the biggest shit talkers, but he is so cryptic about it that it takes a while for the target to understand, yes you have been on the receiving end at times but in good fun (like hiding his alcohol).

But he does shit talk anyone that does you wrong. Like any time you come to him just venting about this one person, he is quick to jump on your side and even quicker to say something so underhanded about that person that even you’re a little baffled. You and him are definitely a pair of gossip besties.

ZHONGLI

One of the more levelheaded residents in your little clubhouse arrangement. He is responsible, and extremely well put. He has the energy of either a good househusband or a grandpa, waiting for you with tea.

You got along fairly well, and you have unofficially promoted him as your encyclopedia since he seems to know so much, especially from his nation. A proud Liyuen through and through.

He has a regal aura around him, kind of like your landlord, but for some reason, you hardly see the both of them chatting or having tea. You once tried to set up an afternoon tea with him and Neuvillette, and both cancelled on you despite seemingly interested at first.

Come to think of it, you never once had him accompany you to Neuvillette’s office to pay rent — the rest always accompanies you, Furina and Nahida more often than the rest just to have some tea and chat with him. But Zhongli never did.

He is wise beyond his years, and has himself a job as a museum director. This man is a historian, you’re pretty sure with how much knowledge he has around the world. His room is always off-limits to Venti (which turns into your room becoming the drunk’s usual hangout spot that isn’t his room) because sometimes he takes home rare artifacts that could crumble into dust if anyone even dared breathing on it.

He has… odd friends. Really… really odd friends. You thought they were cold at first, but then you realized, the moment they started talking, they sound like regal idiots that are so awkward with talking, like they are not used to talking to people of your caliber (which is like… way below them).

A stickler for contracts, never did break them once. Any deal you make with him is written on paper. You still have a souvenir of a crude contact written in a Starbucks napkin.

Every time you guys go out, dinner is automatically on you. He always forgets his wallet at home that at this point, you consider giving him a chain for his wallet to not forget it.

He has a frog named Azhdaha and it hates you… and a bit of Zhongli too.

EI

Bless this woman. She is your purple wife, a hardcore recluse and gamer, going in her room for hours to just game. You’ve come to learn that Ei is a popular streamer and has once walked in on her doing so when you came to bring her dinner over.

You nearly got cancelled because apparently, her parasocial fans really dislike the idea of her having a possible caring partner that brings her food out of nowhere. They found your twitter quickly and some asshole was planning to dox you so they can hunt you down and punish you for stealing their ‘gamer wife’.

For some reason, even after that debacle, she makes you sit beside her at times during a stream and makes you ‘get along’ with her chat.

You nearly had a #[Name]IsOverParty a second time when you lightly directed her to the right direction when she was exploring the same game you were also playing just to help her, saying you were being condescending and that apparently it means you must not believe women can be gamers.

Ei cannot cook. It’s like her cooking just cannot exist in any type of universe. You were sure that if there was another universe where even she is an almighty ruler of a nation, she’d still be unable to cook.

You once made the mistake of asking her to cook you something when you were newly introduced in the house and she gave you the weirdest looking soba noodles. You swore it looked at you, but she had an expectant look on her face that you had no choice but to stomach it.

You and her are the epitome of the meme that goes like ‘x who just woke up at 2am’ 🤝 ‘y who is just about to sleep at 2am’.

Often these run ins turn into a 2am session of just binging shitty videos on the internet, or her trying to teach you the better builds for your Tarnished after you make yourself and her a bowl of instant ramen noodles.

She has a friend… Yae Miko, who is some… CEO of a publishing company. She terrifies you sometimes and you do not recommend being alone with the both of them, it is likely you will not survive for reasons… that are not to be disclosed.

NAHIDA

You were confused when you first met her. Actually, you even asked your other roommates if they also brought their kid. And everyone looked at you and said, “Oh yeah, that’s Nahida, don’t worry, she makes the best soup when you’re sick.”

And you were just genuinely perplexed about her existence. She is a literal child, but her mind transcends so much — you can even say it has a better mileage than Venti’s, but to be fair, he has borderline alcoholism to deteriorate his cognitive functions, so that probably wasn’t saying much.

She is the epitome of someone who either knows too much or knows too little and there is little space for the normal in between.

Also wise beyond her years… how many that may be. You wonder how she can pay for her rent or even afford to live without her parents… but apparently, it’s better that you know little about her origins, and that her family is with you and your other roommates (it was so hard not to melt at that).

So how can she pay for her share on the rent? She has a covert consultancy job in managing databases. For some reason, this kid is more tech savvy than you will ever be. Everyone comes to her to troubleshoot their phones and she is always happy to entertain them, provided that you let her make you try her candied al— akji… ajilenakh nuts. In all fairness though, they are pretty damn good.

Does she go to school? Technically? But she does it remotely, on her laptop, so there are hours within the day where the villa is so quiet just so Nahida can have her time with her, what you are sure, are university-level lessons.

She has a snake called Apep. It disappears from its cage randomly, and holy shit does it put everyone on edge. Everyone forgets Apep until she turns up three months later.

She has… a friend? No, a son (??), just… someone she supervises. And it’s the saltiest guy you’ve ever met. He’s an asshole but somehow you guys are casual friends that send each other the shittiest memes. He is… definitely well-connected. Nahida supervises him, he is in the same idol group with Venti and a companion of Zhongli’s (the emo one, you recall), and for some reason, he is tense and frosty around Ei.

You and her have tea parties together, with Furina usually and Zhongli. And she always accompanies you when it’s time to pay your monthly dues.

FURINA

Your darling wife in blue. She is actually also a popular figure in Teyvat. An opera singer who is constantly making the most groundbreaking performances in Teyvat. She is from Fontaine, so of course it is already very much expected.

For some reason, she is the only one with a discounted rent payment? Neuvillette permitted it, and when you asked him, he said he was looking after Furina and you just fell harder for the man.

Not going to lie, when you first met her, you were intimidated and a little standoffish. She was a star, a literal legend, a household name that even as someone who doesn’t dabble much in opera arts, you just… know her from the news.

But the moment you further got to know her, you had a cultural reset with how incredibly subdued and skittish Furina is. She is so easy to startle and extremely sensitive. You found out how much of a class act she is though.

The definition of healing her inner child. You walk into her room and you nearly got confused if it was Nahida’s or hers. But if not for the blue themed room, you’d have definitely mistaken her room for someone else’s. It wasn’t just… something you would ever expect from a star like her. Her room’s most distinct features were the four plushies that sat on her big queen bed.

A crab, a seahorse, an octopus, and a huge… thing. She said it was an Oceanid, made for her by the production that she starred a play in which was titled “The Little Oceanid”. You watch her snuggle with it when you would crash in her room just to give her some company.

She hates, hates, HATES, being alone. Not her thing. Not ever. You asked, and it was something about her being isolated for so many years despite the fact that she is a literal star. And because of that, your room gained a new tenant other than the alcoholic idol.

She has a close relationship with Neuvillette, hence the docked rent. They seem to go way back and she always joins you to his office when it’s time to pay rent. You once tried to ask her to put in a good word for you and she looked at you, offended, because she thought you and her were planning a long term cohabitation that was not at all discussed beforehand.

This goes without saying, but she invites everyone to her plays. Front row seats every time and it is just… magical every time she is out there, shining.

MAVUIKA

She is definitely the most normal roommate there is. But she’s also kind of popular? In a sense that she has a lot of connections. She has friends who are actually normal? People you can actually talk to?? No offense to Xianyun, Houzhang, and Jiehu.

Her friends come in to storm the villa every now and then. Your most memorable one was probably this Kinich guy and his rabid… dog, Ajaw. It tried to bite off any person that came close, and it won’t stop barking. Kinich calls Ajaw the yappatron and none dare contest such a name.

Other than in real life, Mavuika is also really popular online. Mostly because of her biker chick aesthetic. Apparently, the internet ate it up. How did they know? Ei posted a picture of Furina taking a selfie with her and Mavuika (and somehow your back was caught on the background picture too). Ever since then, her quiet 8k followers on Twitter and Insta blew up into a million followers.

The opposite of Zhongli. When you two go out together for dinner, it’s HER shout. It always is, somehow it evens it out, you’re not sure why. Of course, those dinners always involve you riding her bike with her.

You guys are the definition of bait. Absolute bait. You post each other on stories, which is just, hilarious because it leaves her fans always speculating. So far no one has decided on which one is it. Though in the end, as crazy as they are, you’re grateful Mavuika’s whipped fans aren’t really as terrifying as Ei’s. No one dared to cancel you and were just making some deranged comments of having a threesome with you and her. Well, now you’re not so sure which is worse.

There is an unoccupied room in the house, and Mavuika uses it for her home gym. She works out and you watch, but you always run away before she could drag you to join her. You tried, but her workouts are so intense, you’d literally rather have liver failure.

Undoubtedly one of the most caring roommate you’ve had the pleasure of living with. She is incredibly dependable and is just a warm blanket of a person. You once got sick and she’s there caring for you when Nahida is busy.

Mavuika is a street racer, and often wins it. You’re not really sure the ins and outs of it, but you’re pretty damn sure that she is, quite literally, loaded from winning those races.

You ask her why she’s still living with you all if she’s already loaded, she only shrugged and dragged you to her room, never to be seen again.

extras:

NEUVILLETTE

SCARAMOUCHE

[butterfly-writer]

Took things for granted.

Tenya Iida x GN!Reader

Summary: Sometimes, Tenya took things for granted and Y/N had enough.

★☽A/N: No words for today everyone :3

Contents: Platonic relationship - angst? - Tenya acting a bit spoiled - Y/N having terrible parents.

★ — — — ★

★ Sometimes, Tenya took things for granted.

★ There was this one time, Bakugou broke Tenya Iida’s glasses. Tenya just scolded him softly and put on brand new glasses!

★ Whenever Iida and Y/N went out and hung out. Y/N always complains how the things they see around shops were way too overpriced, but Iida always says that it wasn’t overpriced and it was “According to its quality.” The quality wasn’t even that great!

★ Y/N honestly had enough and decided to distance themself from hangouts with Iida involved. That includes some Deku Squad hangouts.

★ And Iida seems to notice that.

★ — ★

“C’mon N/N!! Just this once? You never hang out with us as often anymore!!” Uraraka pleaded, tugging onto Y/N’s sweater. “I’m really busy, Ochako-” “I won’t take that as an excuse!! You’re coming and that’s it!!” The brunette cut off the H/C’s words and dragged them to their dorm to change their pants, Uraraka stood guard outside so Y/N wouldn’t escape this hangout. (Reader was wearing pajama pants. Can’t blame them, pajama pants are amazing.

Once the H/C hair was done changing. The squad went out to the mall. It was bustling with people, looking to shop with various items. “I heard there’s a discount at Build-A-Bear! C’mon Deku!!” Uraraka grabbed Midoriya’s arm and dragged him towards the workshop. Tsuyu said she was gonna go ahead and buy some clothes since she gave away her old ones. Y/N nodded and decided to go on their own, but a blue haired boy wouldn’t let them.

“Wait! L/N!” The boy called out but they chose to ignore his calls. The boy ended up following Y/N’s fast pace who was trying to get away from him. “What is up with you?” He asked in an upset tone, finally catching up to Y/N. “Fucking leave me alone, Iida.” They spat, “Hey! Language!!” He scolded but the H/C just won’t hear it, putting their headphones/earphones on and played music and walked again, leaving Iida behind. ‘Oh, c’mon!!’ He said to himself furiously and sprinted towards Y/N.

★ — ★

After so many times of getting ditched by Y/N everytime the squad decided to go and hangout to shops and malls, he decided to put a stop to this “nonsense.”

He waited ‘till Y/N excused themself to his room and made his move.

“L/N!” He called out to Y/N who turned around to see the blue haired boy behind. “What is it?” L/N asked, already annoyed. “I should ask you that. You've been ignoring me every time we go out.” He said. “It’s none of your business.” The other student responded. “Well it is. As your friend-” “As your friend? I really don’t care.” Y/N said, cutting him off. Y/N sighed in frustration and went back to walking to their dorm room. "Don't you dare walk away! I'm still talking to you!!" But Y/N only responded with "Who are you? My dad?"

Iida continued to follow them back to their dorm where he finally got his answer.

"L/N, I had enough of your sickening attitude! You have been avoiding me and I need to know why!" Iida spilled all his worries. Y/N stayed silent with a shock face by his words. Iida just opened the door behind them and grabbed them inside.

Iida was stronger than L/N so he easily placed L/N onto their bed but they just stood right back up with a angered face. "What is up with you?!" They yelled at him, "I should ask the same thing! For months, you have been avoiding me! Did I do something wrong? Have have I done to make you so angry?" He asked, he kept in asking and asking and that surely ticked L/N off.

"You are fucking spoiled!" L/N finally spoke with a harsh voice. "How am I spoiled?" He asked, "Really? Do you really have to ask?!" They asked with an angered tone. "You always had expensive things and honestly practically show off!! Every time I'm with you and I complain about something that is way overpriced, you say "Oh! It's not that expensive!" And not to mention that you always obliviously show off how much MONEY you have!" They said, frustrated. "That's because my parents work hard! They always tried to-"

"That's easy for you to say for someone who had EVERYTHING they've ever wanted!! YOU never had to work hard for once in your life! Everything was given to you on a silver plate, YOU DON'T KNOW THE FEELING OF HAVING TO WORK JUST FOR RENT WHEN YOUR PARENTS WASTE AWAY!!"

Y/N took heavy breaths after letting all that out. Iida just stared at them in a state of shock. He didn't know they felt like that. "I- I didn't know that.." He muttered softly with his head down, "Of course you didn't know. Now, is that all?" They asked. "Yeah. I guess." Iida said before bowing and leaving the H/C's dorm.

After that day, Iida tried his best to fix his attitude and eventually stopped this habit of his.

★ — — — ★

[sardonic-the-writer]

shane and ryan with a (platonic obvs) maybe like teen reader with autism

-bee

this is literally just me. you just described me. this isn't a request it's a call out

• Both of them are very accommodating

• I feel like each of them know to an extent that most of their audience is made up of neurodivergent people of all ages, so it doesn't faze them that much when you eventually tell them you're autistic

• But at the same time they'll get really concerned for you and some of the habits you have—like negative stims or meltdowns. Even when they don't need to be. Especially when they dont need to be. Maybe it's becuase you're way younger than either of them and they feel obligated to make sure you're doing alright, but Ryan and Shane can't help themselves

• "Hey dude. Why don't you stop doing that to yourself and use this toy instead? I found it at walmart, so it might not be the best but I remeber you using one of these the other day. Makes a little popping noise and all."

• A bit slow about it at first, not knowing if you actually need their litrle additions at all and they're just being weird, or genuinely helping

• But once you give them a thank you or they see you using a stim toy they got you, they'll fall into a more casual and joking routine

• Shane probably suggested letting you help on Puppet History instead of Ghost Files when it came down to things. Thought that the intense change in setting might freak you out when it came to filming in locations states away. At night. Hell it freakes Ryan out constantly, so he figured the former would be a better option. Plus you helped with some of the lore around it; hence some of the crazy ass decisions and lines you added in just to make you giggle (something Shane appreciated as well as the fans)

• Ryan one hundered percent sends you memes constantly, too. It's common knowledge both of them are aware of tumblr, and since this place is like a magnet when it comes to autism, he'd be really happy with himself when you respond to his texts with keyboard smashes and way too many exclamation points

• They keep a little collection of things like earplugs, fidgets, and bluetooth headphone for you around the office and other places too in the rare case you forget your own

• The boys definitely playfully bicker and pretend bribe you to become either a Shaniac or a Boogara. You have yet to actually tell them who you stand with since it's much funnier to see Ryan try and deflect all the jokes Shane makes at his expense surrounding his supernatural beliefs

[yacinthemorning]

Birdsongs

Chapter 1

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Summary: The Life Pilgrimage is the biggest music festival of the century, set to take place all across the continent. Small-time rock band, GIST, and the up-and-coming alternative band, Empire, are both lucky to be among the hundreds set to make appearances, but there's just one problem. Neither can afford the travel expenses on their own. For better or worse, they're stuck with each other for the next five weeks as they try to make their dreams come true.

And, perhaps, among the chaos and music, two unsuspecting souls find one another...

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (slow burn romantic), Joel/Lizzie (romantic), Jimmy & Scott (platonic)

Warnings: Alcohol, minor injury

(Read on AO3)

Tango awoke to muffled shouts echoing from the hallway beyond his front door. It joined a chorus of clocks ticking offbeat from each other and tinnitus ringing in his ear. Muggy air fought its way into his lungs through a headache induced groan as he rolled onto his back, flinging his arm off the side of the couch where it thudded against the carpet- or, the pizza box in the way.

He didn’t bother to open his eyes. Deep breaths. The neighbours briefly raised their voices. What did they have to fight about this time? On a fine Monday mor- afternoon. Yeah, probably afternoon.

He raised his hand to run down his face. Instead he received a face full of paper. He let out a whine. Of course he wouldn’t notice his hand was already occupied. He still wasn’t completely sure he had legs at this stage of consciousness. At least it was just paper this time…

Tango cracked open a crusty eye, then could not stop the grin from his face when his vision was filled with a red logo. Memories flooded back.

He shot up. The jostling knocked his foot into something hard. It began to tilt. Tango yelped, reaching out to catch his Gibson bass before it fell. He pulled his poor cherry baby close, giving it a twice over, before sighing in relief. No damage. He laid it down across his lap and unfolded the paper.

A photocopy of a contract, all signed and ready to go. The real one was in a drawer somewhere far away from Tango. A good thing, as this one was already half-crumpled, Pearl’s too-nice signature barely legible. What’d he even do? Carry the thing in his fist all night? Judging from the soreness of his knuckles, probably.

The phone rang. Tango twisted around towards the side table, yanking it off the receiver by its chord before it could ring a second time. “Heeello.” He said as he reeled it in.

“Tango, you’re awake!” Impulse’s voice chimed too cheerfully for so early in the afternoon.

“Yeah I’m awake.” He said through a muffled yawn. He placed his bass up against the couch once more and stumbled onto his feet, failing to not step on the corner of a plate and slop the leftover hamburger helper onto his socks. He let out a strangled noise and hopped back, bumping into the arm of the couch. In turn he knocked over a headphone box he was totally going to finally get out of the way three weeks ago. He grumbled. “God damnit, I’m not awake enough for this.”

“Do you know where Gem is?” Impulse asked, only giving a small chuckle of acknowledgement to his best friend’s plight. “She never came home last night, and Pearl needs to talk to her about something.”

Tango hummed, scratching the side of his face – man, he needed to shave – as he glanced about the hideous mustard and ochre room for any clues. A smile broke across his face. Carefully as possible he walked over to the old recliner shoved in the far corner, where the redheaded girl was knocked out cold, arms tightly wrapped around her powder blue Predator. More than a few beer bottles were scattered both in and beside the chair, and the guitar was hooked up to a speaker that was not plugged in to begin with. Good thing, or Tango imagined he would have woken up to angry knocks and an eviction notice just like the cranky old hag upstairs had promised last time.

“Hey there, glitter girl. Sun’s up.” Tango whispered and nudged her shoulder. All he got was mutterings back. He laughed, shuffling the phone into the crook of his neck so he could haul his guest up while he spoke. “Yeah, she’s here. Don’t remember why.” Gem was dead on her feet, forcing Tango to hold her up as he inched her over to the less destroyed couch. God was she always this heavy or was he in worse shape than he thought?

“You guys screamed something about jamming and hopped in a taxi before we could grab you, I think.”

“Me? Drunk jam? I dunno, sounds fake.” He grinned.

Gem plopped onto the couch with a protesting groan, only soothed when Tango handed her an opened water bottle. Once she chugged half of it down she made grabby hands for the phone, which Tango happily obliged. “Impy?”

Impulse’s muffled voice replied back. He spoke for quite a while, but Tango could tell from the dead stare she gave her water bottle that it went in one ear and out the other. Finally, the other end seemed to quiet with a concerned tone.

“… Can we get McDonalds?”

A cackle ripped from Tango’s throat, doubling over as he heard Impulse’s shout on the other end. The reactions seemed to perk the hungover girl up and she downed the rest of her water. Once he recovered, Tango left them to their chat, stumbling over to his bathroom. He gagged at the stench that emanated from the old moss green tub. Okay, so, showering at Impulse’s . Without looking he turned the faucet on and flipped open the window.

By the time he came back out Gem had somewhat pulled herself together and was smiling too-widely at him. “Impulse says you’re paying for lunch.”

“Wha-!” Tango gaped, then growled. “But I paid for dinner! Why me?”

She just shrugged then hopped up towards the patio door. “He said it’s your fault he was worried. C’mon I’m starving.”

“And I gotta drive you, now? You know I’m also just as hung over as you?”

“Yep!”

And she was gone. With a grumble he gathered his wallet, keys, and blackberry, and shoved them into the pocket of his leather vest. Gem had already put his bass away for him, the sweetheart – even if she was extorting him for chicken nuggets – so he slung it over his shoulder and raced after her. 

-

“So.” Tango started with a toothy grin. He passed Gem two trays of drinks from the drive-through window. “You excited?”

“Uh, duh?” She said, then whined as Tango slapped her hand from opening the bag. “I want my fries!”

“You can wait five minutes. Everyone’s food’ll get cold.”

She huffed but complied. “… I still can’t believe we got in.”

“Yeah, feels like a fever dream.”

“The Life Pilgrimage, Tango!” She squealed, kicking her feet against her guitar case. “GIST, small-time done-nothing band, in the biggest festival of the decade! The century! There’s gonna be tens of thousands of people watching us !”

Probably hundreds, if his calculations were correct. It was difficult, with so many different venues and half of them just being huge empty fields, to guestimate the total eyeballs they would have on them over the month. With such a big name like Griande headlining the whole event it was already guaranteed to sell out, though.

“How much of it you think Skizz’ll spend sober? I’m betting twenty percent.”

“Oh, I’m going with five.”

He snickered. “Five percent, huh? Bold choice, I like it.”

“Oh, no, not percent.” She corrected. “Five minutes.”

They were still laughing when they pulled up to Impulse, Gem, and Pearl’s driveway. Skizz was already waiting for them at the door, glaring as if he had sensed they were talking about him. “What are you geese squawking about back there, huh?” 

“Nothing, buddy!” Tango dismissed. 

They pushed past him into the living room where Impulse was sorting through papers and Pearl chatted on the phone about managerial-y things. Like a god of lunch, he held up the four large, greasy bags of McDonalds for all to witness before dumping them on the nice, clean, glass-top coffee table. “Behold, I have brought unto my children the gift of sustenance,” He stepped aside to pointed to Gem. “And wisdom.”

“Wisdom? I think you got the wrong model, mate.” Pearl murmured with a smirk, hand over her phone. “Better bring her back.”

“Hey!” The ginger shouted back, both hands already deep into the fast food bags. She tossed a double quarter pounder to Skizz. When Impulse raised his hands for his, though, she walked over and delicately placed a happy meal in front of him. He gasped and grumbled while Tango and the little lady gave each other a high five. Kindly on Tango’s part he had already stolen the cheeseburger – and toy - within and replaced it with his buddy’s usual order. Gem finally, happily, plopped down next to Pearl with her too-many nuggets.

Impulse cleared his throat. “Not to bring things down, but there’s a bit of an issue, Tango.” 

“What’s up?” Tango furrowed his brow, fumbling with the plastic around his toy. It was a little red rooster beanie baby, its stitching completely crooked to where the eye was on its neck. He laughed.

Across the room Pearl clicked off her cellphone and leaned forward to push their lunch out of the way of a map, stealing a McChicken while she did so. There were already several red lines drawn across it, marking out some sort of route. Typical responsible people, waking up early to do things like actually plan.

She pointed at a particularly winding line. “Well, remember when you said ‘ we’ll just take Impulse’s van’ ? Yeah that ain’t gonna work. Some of the sites have several days travel between them.”

“Yeah? Hey, a good chunk of people are-”

“Are hoofin’ it, I got it. But they aren’t hoofin’ it with a full band and its equipment.”

“So? Take my car, too.”

“No offence, Tango, but when was the last time you could see your backseat?” Skizz asked. Tango stuck his tongue out.

“I can clean it!”

“Like you cleaned it last time?”

“Okaaay, so we take Pearl’s car too. Problem solved.”

“Not solved.” Pearl wagged her finger, then pointed at a particular site on the map. “A lot of the venues have limited parking. Plus, with all the other attendees there’s not going to be enough space for us to take up two cars and a van at a lot of the stops.”

“Not to mention gas.” Impulse interjected.

“And almost all my money’s gotta go to paying the nurse taking care of granny while I’m gone.” Skizz added.

Gem hummed in agreement around her fries. “Honestly, I really don’t wanna rough it in our cars for a whole month. Impulse’s back would break.”

“I’m not that old!”

��We’re gonna have to rent a real trailer.” Pearl said.

Tango groaned. “We don’t have the money to rent a trailer for that long!”

“Well, we also don’t have the money to not rent it.”

He flopped down onto the couch, grumbling as he tried to think. They could skip some of the venues they weren’t playing at, but what would be the point, then? It was called the Life Pilgrimage for a reason. A visit to every major festival site on the continent. “Well… Then what do you want to do, manager-lady?” He asked through gritted teeth. 

“That’s why I was looking for Gem.” Pearl held out her hands to present said girl, who was currently concentrating very hard squeezing out a ketchup packet onto her wrapper without getting any on Impulse’s couch. Again.

Gem looked baffled. “Me?”

“Yes. I got the full list of bands playing last night as well.” She swiped up a printed sheet from the table, pointing to the first row. “And looky looky who else got in?”

Tango narrowed his eyes at the page. There, a few spaces down from GIST, next to her finger was the word written in too-fancy a font. “Empire?” He read in confusion.

“ What !” Gem shot up, practically bouncing on her heels. “Are you kidding me? They got in and Fwhip didn’t even tell me ? I’m gonna smash his face in, oh my god!”

“Who’s Empire?” Skizz asked what Tango was thinking.

“It’s the band my brother manages!”

Pearl nodded. “They’re even smaller-time than us, so they probably didn’t think they’d get in. Organizers musta heard something they like, though. Congrats.”

“So then what’s this got to do with them?” Tango tried to pull it back to the topic at hand. Not that he wasn’t pleased for his bandmate’s brother, but what did that have to do with them?

“Well you see, Tango.” Pearl grinned. “Splitting a bill ten-ways is cheaper than splitting a bill five-ways.” 

“What.”

“And would give us twice the parking allowance.” Impulse elaborated. “So, we can rent a trailer and pile all our equipment into the van.”

Tango laughed. “You wanna pile two whole bands into one trailer?”

“We already did the math. If they agree to it, it’s the cheapest option.”

“You’re serious?” He glanced between the two. Gem was already writing her brother’s phone number down on a slip of paper for Pearl. “Oh god, you’re actually serious.”

“It ain’t any rougher than what you were planning.” Pearl pointed out. “At least this way we’d also have a fridge and shower.”

“And a toilet.” Skizz added.

“A’ight! Fine!” Tango threw his hands up in surrender. Speaking of showers, he got up and headed for the hall. “But I ain’t defending you when the cops ask why you strangled one of ‘em!”

“That’s cute that you think you’re not the one who’d do the strangling!” Skizz called after him, and Tango laughed before locking himself into the bathroom. 

He rested his head against the wood door, letting out a deep sigh. Five weeks stuck in a cramped space was already gonna be rough enough, but now they wanted to add five total strangers to the mix? They were probably all Gem’s age, too. Not that they were that much older, but man, did hanging out with their youngest member for any extended period make him feel like a cranky old grandpa who couldn’t shut up about the good old days.

He didn’t even know Gem’s brother had a band. He supposed that made sense, from everything she told them about their family. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder, try to imagine, what sort of band they must be. What sort of kids must they be, if they managed to impress the organizers of the biggest music event of the decade?

-

There was a squawk, then a thunk, and then another, softer, thunk, then Jimmy was in total agony from his knee connecting with concrete. His guitar case skidded across the parking lot, while at least two voices shouted at him. “Jimmy!”

“Oi, idiot, watch out!”

By the time he recovered enough to lift his head Lizzie was already at his side, concerned hand on his shoulder. Across the way he saw Scott hauling the guitar back into its case with pursed lips and a disappointed glare.

“Sorry.” Jimmy chuckled.

“I swear to god, Jimmy, I’m surprised this poor thing’s lasted this long.” Scott chided, holding it out for Jimmy to take. “At least lock it right.”

Joel snorted behind them. Jimmy shot him a look, but the shorter man just reached out and ruffled Jimmy’s already messed up hair. “If you can’t even make it to the car how are you going to go cross-country?” 

Jimmy groaned. “Stop it.”

“Are you hurt?” Lizzie asked, turning his hands over. There were a few scrapes and his knee was probably banged up under his jeans, but nothing he couldn’t walk off. So, he shook his head, muttering a thank you to his poor concerned sister. 

“Come on, Fwhip’s already waiting for us.” Scott pulled open the trunk of his car, throwing in his own case before motioning to the rest. “Jimmy gets shotgun.”

“What? Did I do something right?” He joked, ignoring the offer and heading straight for the passenger’s seat.

Scott rolled his eyes as he awkwardly forced himself and his guitar into the front seat but didn’t stop him. “Shorties get to sit in the kiddie seats.” 

“Hey!” Both Joel and Lizzie shouted at him.

“What? You don’t want to sit next to the love of your life?”

They both quieted and crawled into the back seat, even their legs a bit squished with how far back the front seats had to go to accommodate their driver and passenger and guitar. Jimmy threw Joel a smirk as the car started. It was returned with a smack to the forehead.

Scott suddenly whistled for his attention, and without taking his eyes off the road held his hand out. “Gimme your wallet. I told Fwhip we’re getting A&W.”

“What? Why am I paying?” He whined.

“Cause you’re in the front seat.” Scott sang with a wide smile. 

Jimmy grumbled, awkwardly manoeuvring to reach his back pocket. “You coulda said so before I got in.”

“You coulda put your guitar in the trunk. Now hand it over and tell me what you want.”

-

“I still can’t believe we actually got in.” Lizzie sighed while Jimmy passed her the first tray of drinks. 

Jimmy grabbed hungrily for the bag from Scott, but the cyan-haired man yanked it away. “Don’t you dare open that in my car again.” He warned, then carefully handed it over.

“What was that?” Jimmy asked, trying not to think of the smell of fresh fries.

“The Life Pilgrimage! I still can’t believe we’re going.”

Scott hummed. “Not like we’re on the main stage.”

“It’s still pretty amazing.” Joel agreed, which got him a giggle. “Honestly, I was expecting maybe an offer for the closest amateur stage, not an actual spot on the tour.”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Amateur stage?”

Scott gasped. “Jimmy, watch your case!”

“Sorry!”

“Some of the venues are setting up a side stage for attendees and locals to sign up for.” Lizzie explained instead. “A.G. said that she was wanting to see a bunch of new faces on them, as part of her mission statement or whatever. There’s a rumour she’ll even be watching to see if there’s anyone she wants to promote!”

Joel chuckled. “Doubt it’s true, but wouldn’t that be wild?”

A shiver ran through Jimmy at the thought. It sounded horrendous, knowing somewhere in the crowd was some bigshot judging you? His grip around his guitar tightened. Actually, there was probably plenty of bigshots in the regular crowds. And cameras, and journalists, and-

The side of his head received a flick. Scott was giving him only the smallest of side glances before they snapped back to the road. “Calm down, it’s not a big deal.”

It wasn’t comforting at all, but Jimmy smiled gratefully anyways. 

When they reached Fwhip’s condo Joel neither waited for Scott to turn off the car nor for Fwhip to answer the door, but barrelled on ahead into their manager’s kitchen with half their food. By the time Jimmy got there with the other half Joel was already unwrapping his grandpa burger and inserting fries between the three patties. 

Fwhip came stumbling in, hair still wet and soaking his hoodie. “Well, you guys are here earlier than expected.”

“No traffic.” Scott simply said while he popped open a cupboard to pull out three plates. He passed one to Lizzie and put the second down in front of Jimmy as he walked by. Jimmy pouted, but still placed his mama burger and onion rings down onto them. 

Fwhip fished out his chicken strips and poutine as he started talking. “So, I just got off the phone, and I think I’ve solved our vehicle problem.”

“We had a vehicle problem?” Jimmy asked. “Can’t we just take Scott’s car like always?”

Joel laughed. “You really want all five of us plus our instruments shoved into Scott’s dinky little Toyota for a month-long road-trip? No offence, Scott.”

“None taken.” Scott mumbled around his teen burger. “I would kill every last one of you after an hour. And I’m not travelling without access to a non-public shower.”

“Same.” Lizzie held up her own wrap in solidarity.

“Well, it’s not a problem anymore, cause my sister just called up and we’re going to share a trailer with her band. Plenty of room and it’ll cut the costs down to nothing!” Fwhip clapped, giving them a huge grin. “Isn’t that great?”

The room fell into silence. Scott raised an eyebrow. Joel coughed.

“Oh, come on guys. Don’t be too enthusiastic…”

 Jimmy forced a smile. “Could be fun.”

“Or a total disaster.” Scott countered. “Do you know these people well enough at least?”

“Well, Gem thinks they’re nice-”

“You haven’t even met them?”

“I trust Gem’s good judgment!”

“Gem tried to climb the zoo fence to hug a bear.”

“We were kids, back then!”

“You were fifteen.”

Jimmy zoned out, the two continuing to argue as he focused on his burger. It would be nice to hang out with Gem again, he had to admit. She’d never been as close a friend as her brother, but it was still a bummer when she told them she was moving the next town over. The last time they really hung out was…

He glanced over at Scott, but he was still caught up in his fight. With a sigh he pulled his guitar case up under his chin and took another bite of his meal. Eventually it would end, Scott caving on the plan when Fwhip handed him the reins as some odd compromise. Maybe. That or something would be said about Gem that made Fwhip go full-big brother mode and double down. Really, the fight was just for their own entertainment at some point, Jimmy was pretty sure.

Travelling with strangers really didn’t sound so bad, either. It could be fun to make some new friends. When was the last time they really did that?

Although, Gem did say their music was a lot harder, more punk and metal influences. He couldn’t help imagining them until now as some tough guys covered head to toe in piercings and leather and tattoos. They’d probably think Empire was lame at best. Would they just end up teasing them the whole time? Jimmy groaned, rubbing his cheek against his case.

Pink filled his vision. “I can hear you overthinking from here.” Lizzie smiled. “Don’t mind them, anyone who’s friends with Gem is going to be just fine.”

“Yeah.” He smiled back. Like most times, she was probably right. They’d be perfectly decent, normal people. They’d live on a cramped bus for a few weeks between venues then go their separate ways. Nothing to worry about… Maybe.

[indyflanery]

Bold what the signs remind me of

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ARIES: The smell of burnt matches, whiskey burning your throat, running at night, fiery gazes, freckles, laughs that expose their teeth, winning an arcade game, the thundering sounds of a crowded bowling alley, hearing music blaring from someone else’s headphones, cherry stained lips.

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TAURUS: Thick hair, septum piercings/nose rings, earthy eyeshadow palettes, red wine, blasting Adele, standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean, leather bound journals, wearing expensive lingerie underneath casual outfits, MAC nudes, splurging at your local bakery, brownstone buildings, suede skirts, online shopping.

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GEMINI: Synth pop playlists, neon signs, blurry nightclub photos, high school cliques, collecting crystals, getting dressed up to go to concerts/festivals, fleeting but intense crushes, conversations composed of gibberish, sitting in diners late at night, body glitter, witty comebacks, complicated coffee orders.

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CANCER: Small tattoos, tasting teardrops on your lips, bed hair, swimming at night, high school English classes, the importance of platonic relationships, herbal tea, random quotes on post it notes, combing a friends hair out of their face, hermit crabs, swallowing the lump in your throat when you’re about to cry.

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LEO: Theatre/drama kids, loud drunks, enthusiastic bear hugs, gold jewellery, leading the pack, grins that are a mixture of mischievous and sinister, eye catching outfits, temporary tattoos, dancers/musicians/painters (artists in general), a flair for the dramatic, flirtatiously winking at strangers, sunflowers.

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VIRGO: New car smell, aesthetic highlighted notes, wire frame glasses, succulents, light denim, eyeliner and sass so sharp, wandering through antique stores, lace bralettes, Fleetwood Mac, flowers blooming, typewriter keys clicking, minty breath, dated polaroids, skepticism, organised bookshelves.

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LIBRA: Collecting teacups, bright coloured pool floats, orchids, soft lips, Valentine’s day memes, float like a butterfly sting like a bee, smearing cream blush onto cheeks, bubblegum, Marina’s Electra Heart era, classic romance novels, songs that reference Paris, hoop earrings, pink lemonade, fluffy blankets.

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SCORPIO: Menthol cigarettes, jealousy, original ChapStick, deep glares, tongue/lip piercings, crushed ice, cold hands, picking at your nails, storm clouds rolling in, maroon lipstick, band tees, suppressed emotions, Lorde aesthetic, an air of mystery, standing your ground, monochromatic themes, kept secrets.

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SAGITTARIUS: Roadtrips with the windows down, drunken debates, loose jeans, camping with friends, speeding tickets, kissing strangers, action flicks with surround sound, messy bedrooms, wind swept hair, sneaking out of windows, chasing sunsets, big sunglasses, Ride by Lana Del Rey, backroads, wildflowers.

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CAPRICORN: Black coffee, silver stationary, Arctic Monkeys, pencil sketches, cast iron gates, calligraphy, sleep deprivation, black skinny jeans, well written essays, deadly ambition, unboxing new shoes, absinthe, garter belts, tracing fingers over hardcover books, planning outfits in advance, expensive perfume.

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AQUARIUS: Street smarts, revolutions, racing cars at traffic lights, sci-fi aesthetic, pool parties, dyeing your hair bright colours, spontaneity, conspiracy theories, dream catcher collections, random pockets of knowledge, lava lamps, artistic graffiti, stoner movies, flashing carnival lights, seldom used emojis.

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PISCES: Giggly drunks, heart eyes, making playlists, seeing the good in people, aquariums, daydreaming in class, volunteering at animal shelters, watery eyes, acoustic guitar, anime, childhood teddy bears, shoeboxes full of things, talking to pets, wishing wells, clear umbrellas, flying a kite, philosophy.

[autisticempathydaemon]

For the RedactedAudios match-up!

What song are you fixated on at the moment? 

Cease Cesse by Clou and Slim Pickins Does The Right Thing And Rides The Bomb To Hell by The Offspring, maybe True Trans Soul Rebel (classic lol) by Against Me!

What lyric or verse, and why?

From Promiseland by MIKA- "I kept my promise, man, show me the promiseland"

What is your Enneagram type?

Type 8, followed closely by 3.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

Occasionally, if I'm interested in the topic. I like to learn about things. Personal preference is to watch video essays about the process to make something (eg. Weaving, crocheting, sewing) or about history.

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I had a fox as my imaginary friend, but barely remember it.

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

On my front with one pillow. If it isn't silent I'll put headphones in to listen to rain noises.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I've changed mine for Trans Reasons! If I changed it again I'd like to choose something more adventurous though.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

Comforted By an Arrogant Incubus and Your Owner Takes Matters Into His Own Hands [Project Meridian]. Gavin's comfort audio is a go-to when I feel down and overwhelmed but I think my favorite lore and audio wise is the latter of my two choices due to the copious metaphors and grey morality of everyone involved.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Caelum, if he counts. He's just not my type of character. If not, probably Elliott and Vincent, mostly because their storylines don't interest me.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

LOTR probably, or maybe I, Robot? For TV it's definitely Hannibal though.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Mannn, Damien and I would be overachiever besties. I think he'd push me to be my best self and encourage me in my studies.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

Not sure– I don't think so. 

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

I don't really have a go-to but I like Speedway and 7/11. When I buy drinks (rarely) I usually buy lemonade or fizzy water. If I'm sharing it, I'll get a slushie, and if I'm tired I'll buy a coke but I often find both of those too sweet otherwise.

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. 

Cannot link them for anonymity purposes but it's a chronological playlist for a character's morality change arc over the course of their story.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Mmm, maybe Criminal Minds or reality TV (usually cooking shows, occasionally survivalist ones). I find both of them a bit abhorrent in terms of what they stand for (copaganda, individualism, unexamined colonial co-opting of native aesthetics) but occasionally watch them when I need something which doesn't require a lot of mental energy.

Anything else: I'd consider myself chronically unable to take a break, extroverted, a bit blunt and flirty on accident. Probably socialist or other leftist leanings politically and often fired up about social issues. I care a lot about looks and am always looking to help people around me (unfortunately, sometimes at my own expense). Going into a STEM career. I have a lot of creative hobbies and like working with my hands in my free time.

Thanks for doing this, it's very fun! :)

I’ve said it before, and I’ve said it again. I love to pair a Type Eight with a Type Nine, an extrovert with an introvert, and you know who’s an introverted Type Nine? Lasko heckin’ Moore.

There’s lots of similarities between the two of you that I think makes it work, both big and little things. You’re both trans. (Lasko’s storyline is inherently trans, and Erik himself could not tell me otherwise.) You both love Lord of the Rings and Hannibal. (It’s fun to imagine Lasko having a surprisingly strong mind and stomach for gore despite his nervousness.) You’re both relentlessly passionate about social justice.

In tandem with that, your differences are also why you work so well. Where Lasko hedges and obfuscates, you get straight to the point and speak your mind. Where you, as a Type Eight, might confront and face head on, Lasko mediates and diplomacizes. It’s a wonderfully balanced pair that would keep y’all in check with one another.

Song:

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much/ All of the while I never knew/ All of the while, all of the while/ It was you

I can’t tell you what it is about Lasko, but I just love imagining coffee-shop meet cutes for him. He’d be writing lesson plans or taking notes for his next DnD session. You’d be doing… cool STEM stuff. (I’m a baker; all my science is of the applied, edible kind.) A barista mixes up your drinks, and then boom! Love.

Runner-Ups:

Both you and Aaron have workaholic tendencies, but I could imagine you showing him a creative hobby of your, something handy, would be a lovely bonding experience for the two of you. He seems the type who’d relax better if his hands weren’t idle, you know? Anton, I like because there’s nothing better than a beautiful couple tackling the STEM world together. (I’ve read a lot of Ali Hazelwood; we love a power couple.)

Note: those copaganda shows are surprisingly enjoyable I know

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[izzyfishie]

IZZY’S SHIPPING OPINIONS

(FEEL FREE TO ASK ME TO ELABORATE ON ANY OF MY OPINIONS!!!)

OTPS:

riverway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (bmc)

playbook (bmc) (yes I love shipping SQUIPs with SQUIPs)

dukesaw (heathers)

stagedorks (bmc)

rolohst (bmc)

richjake (bmc)

platonic!mcduke (heathers)

platonic!katanna (six)

platonic!aralyn (six)

sure fine wtv:

boyf riends (bmc)

jeresquip (bmc) (I have no opinions abt this, it’s controversial I know)

chansaw (heathers)

jdronica (heathers)

chandlamara (heathers)

chanduke (heathers)

NOTPs:

pinkberry (bmc)

mcnamawyer (heathers)

expensive headphones (bmc)

chandean (heathers)

any romantic six ship (six)

um… yeah, that’s it.

[ssymphoria]

what ships do you do? would u be willing to do boyf riends or richjake?

im a little indifferent on both ships !! i like them more platonically : ]

my main ships r richjer stagedorks and expensive headphones but i also like a few others

[cecelianonymous22]

Creep | Expensive Headphones Full Comic + commentary

Just click on the panels if you don’t wanna see all the commentary.

This was actually the first time I did a perspective like this. I found a reference for hoodies and used a back-facing one similar to the panel

First time I’ve done this pose. I got the reference from here. Also look at that crushing man!

I honestly don’t know where I was going with the angel wings. Like- I thought I was gonna add more visuals like that but I kinda..didn’t?

Kinda don’t like this bc it looks wonky. But yeah, point is, bullies succ

I have a thing where like- my side profiles are inconsistent to my normal style?? Idk, its fuckin stupid sometimes but im working on it.

Also I kept forgetting Michael’s headphones hA-

This one was kind of a pain in the ass tbh. Bc I didn’t copy and past anything like I should’ve. And also because I had an inefficient way of using the bucket tool so i had to fill in all the edges

This wasn’t an original idea but I can’t find the original post. All I know is that it’s somewhere on Tumblr

ASHLEEEY! SQUIP MOOOOM! 

Sorry, I love her lmao. My friend Evan created this specific design for Rich’s mom/Squip and I kinda took it as gospel because it just Makes sense

ft. me remembering that Rich has tattoos 

(btw! the undercut and the natural hair are slightly different colors. fun trivia for ya)

Lmao I hated the hand in the last frame so I just kinda..cut it out..

Also I had drawn the spark thing as green for some reason. The reason it’s a slightly different blue than Ashley is bc i was too lazy to go back over it so i just changed the hue

I know this looks like ass but I never really draw with perspective like this

Like, the podium looks good

But RIch? Eh...

(Btw, i used a thing call 3D viewer on my laptop to figure out the podium)

I would just like to note that there’s a little scene transition between this panel and the next one.

I just

Didn’t realize how it would look together

ft. me remembering Michael’s headphones

Funky silhouettes  

Funky backgrounds

This looked way worse than I originally had planned

But hey, look at that hand! The expressions are garbage but that hand!

ft. my art cooperating with me for once (minus Michael’s hand smh)

Btw, this whole scene is after Michael’s breakdown, which is why he’s trying to get out in the last panel

In this panel, Rich is pretty much just trying to persuade Michael

now kith

the arm sucks but yeah thats a lighter

also i probably mentioned this in the part i posted it in but

i highkey kinda hc that they hooked up in this time frame

and thats how Rich stole Michael’s lighter

but im not fucking drawing that so

just know ig

ew inconsistent side perspectives

ew inconsistent door

ft. hickeys ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The most detailed panel of the entire comic

CINNABUN

CINNABUN

CINNAB-

yo look at that

a side perspective thats not ASS

fun fact

Jeremy and Michael’s hair are both messed up for the same reason ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Except in Jeremy’s situation it wasnt exactly consensual but..go off ig..

lowkey dont like this but yk

it works

back at it again with the bad side views

btw i almost forgot his burns! 

or well

i did forget and then went back to edit them in

the 

bisexual epiphany

ft. Michael overhearing and getting flustered bc Halloween

Alright that’s all the boyfs content yall are getting, sorry /lh, g

Oh but this was a first too! For hugs n shit. Here’s the reference I used

ft. me getting better with expressions!!

this little scene is honestly just, Michael cracking a joke or some kinda comment and Rich being all :)) about it

happy bois

starting to catch a little bit of feels

and the get well soon bear :))

But there you have it! There’s my comic

I’m really happy that I was able to finish it! Especially considering I started it in August, I think

Normally I lose motivation for that kinda shit but nope! Not this time! :))

Also I just think we need to overthrow the Boyfs supremacy so

I’m trying to do that with Expensive Headphones content 

But yeah! Thanks to everyone who enjoys this comic! You all make my day!

[azelmaandeponine]

Also I really want Michael x Rich x Jeremy with Michael and Jeremy dating platonically but dating Rich romantically—

That sounds super cute, not going to lie!

[doodlepanda101]

Michael in the Music room

“I wanna dance with somebody!” Michael sang whole heartedly, snapping his fingers, and bopping his head to the loud beat in his headphones. He even went as far as to bounce from side to side with the rhythm. “I wanna feel the heat with somebody!” He continued, a wide smile on his cheeks, eyes closed, offering a bright picture of joy to anyone who happened to be standing in the doorway of the music room that Michael had originally thought was empty, but some lucky soul had opened the door just in time to see the excited dance that, normally, was a dance that was kept between his headphones and his locked bedroom doors, the very vision of ‘dance like no one is watching.’ Right now, Michael was warm, everything about him radiated warmth and comfort, he was naturally a light source. Warm brown eyes seemed to shine in the short, rare moments where the notes would rise in his headphones and they’d pop open as his arms rose up into the air, fist pumping in rhythm with the beat and his continuous bouncing. His energy seemed to fill the room and carry into the person watching, absolutely infectious in the best way possible, and for a moment it made the person at the doorway wonder how Michael hadn’t gotten popular yet. He had enough confidence and energy to top Jake Dillinger, and the person at the door knew he had just as much charisma as Brooke and Chloe. What popular crowd wouldn’t want this ray of energy walking along side them in the halls? It wasn’t because Michael was bad looking, anyone who glanced at him knew that just wasn’t the case, even if he wasn’t as athletic as Rich. When the person really thought about it, the only thing keeping Michael from popularity was probably his anti-social nature. They knew why Jeremy hadn’t gotten popular yet, he never put himself out there, he wasn’t charismatic, he wasn’t confident, even if he was a nice guy and decent enough friend. They sighed, knowing full and well that Michael hadn’t felt the need to be cool in a hot minute since he had Jeremy which.. was really sweet. He was loyal too. The person snapped back on track, right, she had to get what she came for. She rose the phone camera up and started recording Michael as he danced and singed around the music room, leaving her somehow unnoticed in the doorway, only stopping the recording when she felt like she had enough.. “Jenna?” Michael muttered in horror, blinking at her, seemingly froze mid-spin. She smiled from behind the camera, stopping the recording and lowering it. “Hey Mikey, don’t worry, this isn’t going anywhere it shouldn’t be. You’re good at singing by the way, I can see why he wanted a video of you while you were at it.” She hummed, turning to start and walking away. “Wait! I- wha- Jenna! Who-” Michael stuttered after her, face completely red. Jenna didn’t stop, she just turned, winked at him, and closed the door behind her. Rich definitely owed her for this, but the look on Michael’s face was almost worth it. Almost.

[mell-odramatic]

expensive headphones headcanons

For @panicattheforest

Michael driving Rich to his therapy sessions

Because Rich’s dad just makes him late and he can’t afford to skip out on therapy and Michael is a good friend

So on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s it’s Michael and Rich time

They always take turns swapping music (Tuesday is Michael’s day and Thursday is Rich’s)

Normally stop after school and get a slushie or something

Jeremy: “hey dude can you hang today?”

Michael: “no can do man! It’s Tuesday remember?”

Jeremy knows Michael has a crush on Rich and vice versa so he’s very skeptical of them spending so much time together

“Sooooo... you still haven’t told him?”

“Jeremy! Shhh! We go to the same school he could hear you”

Some days they don’t play music, they just talk

Those are secretly both of their favorite days

Every so often Rich comes out of his sessions a little shaken and quiet and Michael, at first, isn’t sure how to deal with this

By the third time of this he just puts on some slow Marley song and silently drives to this shitty family run place with two dollar large fries and just the best fried chicken

“C’mon, get out, I’m buying”

“What? No I’m fine, really, you don’t have to-“

“I just wanna spend time with you man, that’s it.”

Rich feels his chest get tight and this throat go dry, “Oh uh... yea alright”

Michael never asks what it is that bothers Rich so much, he doesn’t press it

They just eat cheap fries and dunk them in sub par chocolate shakes

It’s near the end of junior year when Michael is standing outside his locker, talking to Jeremy about how he should ask Christine to prom

He sees Rich approaching out of the corner of his eye, face red and wearing a button down shirt

“You look nice today Rich, what’s the occasion?”

“Can I speak to you??? In private?”

“Uh...” He glances at Jeremy who just nods and makes a shooing motion at him, “yea alright you weirdo let’s go”

Michael is dragging by the wrist through their high school, an unusually silent Rich leading him outside

“School isn’t over man, what are you doing?”

Richard turns around to face him, still walking backwards

His scrunched up face makes Michael laugh a little, “Rich wha-“

“I like you” They’re close to the football field now and Michael is stunned silent

Rich keeps going, dragging them both onto the field, “I’ve liked you for a really long time I think but spending time with you made me realize it. I know you think school functions are boring and shit but I think we could make prom fun! We can rig the election or wear shitty bright colored suits and make everyone’s eyes hurt o-or,”

Michael’s smiling hard now, reaching his hands up to cup Rich’s cheeks

He’s still rambling when Michael leans forward and plants a kiss on his lips

They stand there on the football field, kissing for a while when they hear someone’s throat clearing

Christine and Jeremy are holding a huge amount of balloons together

Jake is standing there with a sign that says “blowing these up took my breath away and so do you, prom?”

“You got that from online didn’t you?”

“Oh yea completely”

Michael laughs and, “Yea, lets fuck up prom together”

Jeremy: “ okay this is super cute and all but my arms hurt where are we gonna put these balloons “

Christine: “ Jeremy! Let them have their moment”

Cut to a few weeks later, Brooke is leaning on Michael because, “you’re warm and I’m sleepy”

“Hey Brooke! No making moves on my boyfriend” Rich gently pokes at her head and Michael gives him an amused smile, eyebrow raised

“Boyfriend?”

Rich freezes and then coughs awkwardly, “ well uh yea...”

“Who said anything about dating?”

“You- you kissed me!”

“Plenty of people kiss! You never asked me out”

“Why do I have to do it, I asked YOU to prom, maybe you should ask ME out”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

They stare at each other and Brooke lets out a giggle, “Okaaaay, well I have class. You two enjoy this tension!”

Rich: “so you gonna ask or”

Michael: “not right now, it’s gotta be cute right?”

“It doesn’t HAVE to be”

“Okay but your prom thing was cute so... I want to do something like that for you”

“Aww Mikey”

“Don’t call me that, I take it back”

Michael still brings him to therapy and Rich starts opens up about his life

It’s one day at that crummy hole in the wall restaurant and Michael is acting strange

“Hey is everything okay?”

“Uh yea I just.. I got something for you”

It’s a photo book full of pictures Rich has never seen before

“Jenna’s been taking photos of us since you got out of the hospital for her Snapchat stories and... they’re cute okay?”

There’s one where Rich is talking adamantly and Michael is staring at him with this soft small smile and it makes his heart clench up

“We’re good together. And I really like spending time with you so we should be official right... boyfriend?”

And Rich smiles wide, “Yea.. we should be”

[bemorechillifries]

part of me wants to ship all the best friends to lovers ships of bmc but the other part REALLY wants to promote free expression of platonic love so i mean ????????

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Be More Chill Deere AU, Coming Clean

"Hey Michael..." The teen looked up from the TV screen as their game was paused to see Jeremy nervously biting his finger nails. "Can I ask you question?"

"Ugh sure, why not?"

"You're gay."

"Yeah, why?"

"Well...you know I like girls right?"

"No really? I couldn't tell I mean it's not like you learned the flute in seventh grade to try and get close to Gina Hildeman only to rejected so badly you spent the last week of school at home "sick"."

"Ow, don't remind me..."

"Yeah I know you like girls."

"Well...let's just say, hypothetically there's this guy. And while you don't usually like guys for some reason you get excited whenever you see him and-"

"You have a guy crush?" Jeremy's face flushed red as he reluctantly nodded unable to look Michael in the eye. "Oh my God, really? Who is it? Is it somebody we know?"

"You could say that. We know, of him."

"Ooooo, tell me!"

"I can't-"

"Tell me or a certain dolphin picture I have will start spreading around social media ruining any chance you might have had with said hypothetical guy."

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh I would, now tell me or everyone will get an eyeful or thirteen years old Jeremy in a dolphin suit."

"Okay, fine! It's...jake dillinger..." The name came out mumbled as Michael leaned in closer.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I said it was...Jake Dillinger...." Michael paused as Jeremy said that before bursting into laughter. "What's so funny?!"

"Oh my God, that was a good one. Jake...Dillinger...oh my God. Jeremy, you're funny."

"I'm serious!" Michael paused mid-laughter as his best friend said that, a confused look decorating his face.

"Wait. You're not joking?"

"No! I like Jake Dillinger and I need your help!" Michael was looking Jeremy straight in the face as the brunette said this frustrated.

"Okay, well you have come to the right man my dude."

"So you'll help me?"

"Of course, now: what's your budget?"

"Ugh, six hundred if we use my Bar Mitzvah money?"

"We can work with that."