#retired emo kid

[whowantsflwrswhenurdead]

whowantsflwrswhenurdead Introduction Post💞🫶🏻

Hello, my name's Shar, I used to be known as @windhamsrotunda on here.

I am 21 years old and currently I am in my junior year of community college. I want to become an American Sign Language interpreter in the future as well.

Here are some interests I like:

Favorite bands / artists (in no particular order) 🎵🎧

Bring Me The Horizon

Code Orange

Poppy

Ghostemane

The Weeknd

The Wonder Years

Sleeping With Sirens

Underøath

COUNTERFEIT (Jamie Bower)

NeverShoutNever

Likes:

Makeup 💋

Metalcore 🤘

Deaf Culture 🤟

Wrestling (WWE + AEW) 🤼

Writing ✍️

Cats 🐈

This post will be updated if necessary 💞

[dadralt]

listened to the new fob song

now i’m having ALL THE BLORBO THOUGHTS

[creepycornerart]

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[howmanyheartaches]

From Muffathalle in 2008 to Olympiahalle last night, it's been quite a journey. Thanks for coming to Munich, Panic! At The Disco, and bringing out female guitarists (and violinists!) as well as lesbian icon Fletcher!

[w0lvesxpaws]

in honour of me turning 29 next week here’s a photo of 18 year old Dani 🥲

[d3l3t3d-deactivated]

"Epsilon Mu Omicron, I pledge to you my heart. For the betterment of the frat, I will always do my part. Virtuous and Knowledgeable, Philanthropic and Manly, These, the traits of an EMO Little Reciting his oath, oh so blandly."

I never posted these cool photos my boyfriend got of me performing my poem Epsilon Mu Omicron, which is about a masochist pledging to a frat just to get hazed. This was really fun because I don't often get to recite my poetry in drag!!!! I decided to retire this specific poem, but I hope I get inspired to write more soon X

[anotherpapercut]

wildest thing about my general reputation irl for being an emo is that when I was in 6th grade my best friend told me once that I could never be emo because I was too nice

[dxmxuse]

strong supporter of Emo Nite but in order to get in you have to show a picture of your pre-2020 emo phase

[evocationwriter]

I am READY for these MCR tickets to go on sale. WISH ME LUCK

[nxvastmblr]

fall out boy is basically a short guy with the most angelic voice you’ll ever hear, an emo kid that turned into rapunzel in retirement, a naked drummer and joe trohman

[ficandkaboodle]

Kids Freaking Love the Papas

It doesn’t matter the Ministry (Lincopia, LA, or Other): Kids love the Papas. However, it’s obviously very different from how adults love them. Adults seek guidance from them, they must after them, they revere them.

Kids just think they’re funny and weird and flock to that.

Primo says the most morbid shit and kids bend in half laughing and running around him. He doesn’t take offense to it, which stuns the adults. In fact, sometimes Primo takes the time to teach the youngsters how to garden. I mean, he doesn’t have much else to do in his retirement; may as well give them Dixie cup bean sprouts. It’ll teach them dedication, which can be repurposed when they’re older, he reasons. (In reality, he actually just enjoys teaching.) It doesn’t register to the kids that this misanthrope is saying the most macabre stuff and believing every word of it. They just think he’s a funny old man who says funny and weird stuff.

Kids flock to Secondo the way all kids flock to that one socially awkward, emo cousin who holes themselves up in their room. Only in Secondo’s case, they like to come into his office and bug him. He doesn’t dislike kids, he just doesn’t know how to interact with them. As a result, his methods of entertaining are…questionable. He has to reorganize his shelves and decor for a peace of mind. He knows better than to expose them to some stuff, but he finds it very difficult to navigate stories without slipping in some less than PG content.

Terzo, on the other hand, is awesome with kids. He humors them, he talks and listens with them, he plays with them if he can, they think it’s funny when he walks into things or trips and falls. They taught him how to Floss. He accidentally (??) teaches them new cuss words. One Yule, he gifted them all kazoos and taught them how to perform with them rather than just making migraine-inducing noises. Suffice to say, when he had to leave his previous location to ascend to Papahood, he left behind a few little buddies who were very sad to see him go and made him drawings he keeps in a special box for when he’s down.

Copia wants to be good with kids. He really does. But he worries he comes off as awkward and weird to them. Ironically, he’s so focused on these convictions that he doesn’t realize kids do, in fact, like him. The louder ones like how frazzled he gets and the quiet ones appreciate that he isn’t imposing or intimidating. Kids love gross and/or unusual things so when they hear that the new Papa has pet rats, they’re all clamoring to see them. Copia is more than happy to introduce his children to the Ministry’s children and teach them how to gently handle them. It’s like one of those animal expos you see at the zoo, it’s real neat. Plus, this Papa has all the best juice boxes!

[junespriince]

Wally: I sit here today because my uncle retired and you guys just dragged me in here, I didn't have a choice. I was working my own city, the Titans, and sometimes helped other heroes and now I have to work here and come to almost daily meetings? How can I get fired? Can marrying your son in Vegas make you let me leave? I want out of this.

Bruce: the dimension overlord said you must be here, we need a speedster or balance will be distributed.

Wally: how about you disturb deez nuts old man. I don't give two donkeys pucks about this "balance" when I'm forced to look at my two biggest enemies all day.

Oliver: I know Barry raised you, but could you have manners kid?

Wally: can you stop getting pegged by my therapist?

Oliver, blushing as if the league doesn't already know this:

Wally: no? Okay, then shut up.

Bruce: this is a bit excessive, West.

Wally: says the guy who fights his ex father in law/enemy shirtless. I don't know about you, but if my son grandfather challenged me to a duel the shirt stays on.

Bruce: how?

Wally: what does "dating your son" mean to you? Self proclaimed greatest detective over here lady and gents, give him some applause for being stupid. Though, with all the smart women you attracted I guess it has it charms to a certain group.

Clark: a lot of sass today, huh?

Wally: and rightly so Mr. Kent—

Clark: kid, you've known me for years and marrying my kid, it's uncle Clark now.

Wally: sir, I was raised my a Midwestern woman, it's sir, ma'am, and whatnot, deal with it. Anyways, it's rightly deserved, I'm losing a lot of precious time spending it here because Gotham's playboy bicycle decided now he'll have a standard and not fix this problem by helping the dimensions asshat get laid. Do you understand how much this cut into my personal life outside of heroing, Bruce?

Bruce: well—

Wally: shut up sir, you don't because unlike you I don't have a son I was blackmailed into adopting that can run the business, no, I'm an average man here working a real job, and trying to make time for my boyfriend. We get it, you're an emo furry with a tragic backstory that makes it hard to emote, well bucko guess what, I had shitty parents, uncle Hal thinks I have no friends, and what else... OH yeah! I was stuck in the speed force trying to get out and everyone I loved stop trying to save me and assumed I was dead. So, fire me!

Bruce, and his ego™: no. Balance needs to be kept.

Wally: I will make you regret this choice.

Both of them glaring at each other:

Diana: well, at least meetings will be interesting.

Hal: in my defense you didn't have friends over when I visited so how was i supposed to know...

Oliver: didn't Barry told you one time to come because Wally was at my house having a sleepover with Roy?

Hal: ... Okay I'mma be so real right now, I heard come over and the rest was white noise.

Wally: ew. I'm right here.

Hal: kid, hush, the adults are talking.

Wally: ... I'm 29, dude bye. I'm done with this. *Gets up and leaves*

Arthur: he has grown up so much.

Bruce, who knows Wally at his worst teen years: yeah, he's gotten worse.

Oliver: so about this fighting shirtless with your ex father in law.

Bruce: so about you getting pegged by our therapist.

Oliver:

Bruce:

Oliver: I hate you.

Bruce: yeah, yeah, love you too idiot.

[lichenes]

"Emo boy..."

Little something to get me back into writing... Feel free to send me asks! Enjoy :D

CW: kinda mutual pining, mischaracterisation probably (.-.), it'll get better in part two if you guys want it :D, SFW wc: 699

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He entered your little shop, looking incredibly strange amongst the cornflowers and alliums you were displaying. "Mornin'! How can I help you?" You asked cheerily, way too happy for the hour that was shown on the clock just behind you. 

König had just recently retired. He loved the military life, truly the only thing he could say he deeply and passionately loved. Taught to always sleep with one eye open, he wasn’t adjusting to civilian life very well.

‘The quickest way to brighten up your house is to decorate it with flowers!’ He heard from the overzealous neighbour, truly delighted to meet him (and afraid for the safety of her and her kids, obviously). Immediately, he looked up a flower shop near him. Not being allowed to keep more than a flip phone on himself, he wasn’t used to the freedom internet gave. 

The next day, he got up bright and early to avoid people as much as he could. König was hoping for his visit to escape everyone's attention. Admittedly it was difficult, with his overbearing frame, towering over nearly every person he stumbled upon. 

You weren’t fully conscious yet, having woken up less than an hour ago. Running your own business could be quite a feat, especially with alarm clocks which don’t work quite well. Your hair was a bit dishevelled but you were hoping to fix it around your lunch break. 

He was staring. You noticed something was off about him but you just waited politely for him to ask you for whatever it was he was here for. In the gentlest voice he could muster he asked. “What do you have that would brighten up a house?” He used the same phrase as the neighbour, her name not quite cemented in his brain. You were taken aback for just a quick moment but slipped back into your customer service voice. 

You went on about the types that would suit any home, and he listened intently, opting to go for daffodils. König paid for his bouquet and thanked you. While you were wrapping the flowers you tried to make polite conversation. “Did the missus send you here?” He looked around, chuckling nervously. “No, no, I needed something to get me out of the house you know?” That was an obvious lie, but you didn’t question him further. 

The next time he showed up at your shop, you recognised him as that window shopping, huge guy who usually walked past your shop, gracing it with a fleeting glance. “Hello! What can I help you with?” For a guy his size, he sure knew how to make himself look small. You weren’t quite sure what he wanted with you, but your ego didn’t allow for you to think all this was about you.

He scared you a little, but you’d never admit that. His anxious demeanor of a lost puppy was neutralising his terrifying presence pretty effectively. “Sorry to bother but-” You waved your hand as if to say ‘not a bother’. “There's this person I’m trying to thank…” He went on about their personality, gushing at how inviting their presence was. You were drinking it up like fine wine, becoming more and more interested in him by the minute. 

“She’s my neighbour actually! So I was hoping to repay her for giving me the idea and buying her flowers.” He blushed a little. Not that you would notice under the face mask he was wearing. “I need to ask, flowers do have meaning after all.” You tried to explain yourself, not wanting to seem too intrusive. “Is it supposed to be a friendly bouquet or a let’s-go-on-a-date kinda thing?” 

He waved his arms in front of his chest. “It’s nothing like that!!” You smiled at his antics as he added. “I’ve got my eyes on someone else…” Your cheeks, suddenly, felt hotter than they should’ve for the conversation you were supposedly having. 

He got out with the bouquet you suggested and thanked you profusely. König didn’t even give you his name, and you could already feel being smitten by the cruel, cruel gods of love. God damnit, you were hoping to see him soon.

pt. 2?

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[no-see-um-incorrect]

Things I have said as redacted characters PT2

Ollie: I need to eat before I cry

Sam after the inversion: Forget slowburn I’m jumping the bones tonight

Asher: kermit the frog respects your apology 

Damien: Men. Gorgeous gorgeous men. Men in Green🥰

Darlin describing Sam: Sandy blonde graying Hozier

Guy: ….. I apologize for my previous statement..do I regret it? no. but I do apologize for it 

Darlin: I just had to be a kiss Ass to a grown man….I don’t like this

Sam: don’t bite him in the balls that’s just mean!

Asher: it’s not my fault America has a breeding kink!

Baabe: HES FINE! My husband is alive in all of his retired Emo kid ex theater nerd glory

Guy: I’m so gay. My first thought was “Man has nice arms”

Milo: I would too! You look like you sell kids' cigarettes outside of a Walmart supercenter 

Guy/Asher/Angel:#StopKermitthefrogdepression2024

Anton: im Sorry..sometimes my words don’t work so now I’m just…I’m just here

David: All men are idiots….and look who that’s coming from



[icequeenliafics]

During Vi's time in the pit, Jinx makes sure her sister gets home safe.

Trigger Warning: suicidal thoughts

Jinx was sitting high above the crowd, one leg hanging off the metal construction which held the many flickering headlights.

She watched as they threw colorful spots onto the dance floor and the buzzing masses beneath her. The beat of the music was hard enough for Jinx to feel it thrumming all the way throughout her body.

She wasn't a fan of the songs they were playing here - too much screaming and too little rhythm - but she supposed it was a good place to get drunk out of one's mind and throw a punch at the next best guy to start a fight.

The perfect place for her sister.

"And theeeeere she goes", Jinx grinned as she watched Vi connect her fist to a random guy's face. "Good one, sis!", she called as random guy was thrown back.

Her voice was completely swallowed by the noise around her, of course.

She took a sip out of the drink she had stolen from one of the booths, spitting it out immediately.

"Bwaahh!"

She threw away the glass like it had offended her. Because it did!

Maybe it would hit some miserable fuck and spare them the next day's hangover ... any hangover, really.

Jinx couldn't care less.

"Damn, lost her", she muttered, getting up on her feet and leaning forward for a better view.

Pink hair, pink hair- oh wait! The sis was in her emo phase!

Black, black, where? Ah! No, that's not her. Black, black, why the fuck did she have to dye her hair?!

"Hah!", Jinx called. "Gotcha!"

A gleeful chuckle bubbled up her throat as her eyes caught back on Vi, who was now pounding her fists into the stranger's face.

"There she is!", Jinx cheered, pretty much every part of her body dangling in the air, except one hand that held onto a metal robe and the toes of her left foot that was still standing on the beam.

"And there she goes again!"

Jinx laughed when she watched her sister's big friend pull her back and towards the exit, struggling hard to not let her slip through his massive arms.

When she'd first seen him, Jinx' immediate thought had been that the guy looked like a grizzly bear, and since that's a lame ass nickname she'd started to call him the Grizzler.

Only in her head of course, she never came close enough for any of them to notice her.

"Shame", she grinned, shrugging her shoulders. "Show was just getting good."

She started her way along the metal beams and towards a dirty window that whoever-this-place-belonged-to had clearly forgotten about. She could have used the door, but she'd figured it was easier to stay on the roofs for the next part of her evening stroll.

Yeah, okay, you got her. She was coming here pretty much every night. And?

Retirement gets pretty fucking boring after a while, even with adorable, little Isha to keep her company. Don't tell the kid she called her adorable!

Jinx told herself that she was only doing this for her own entertainment. Why else?

It definitely wasn't like she still cared about Vi. Yeah, she couldn't care less!

Okay, okay, that wasn't exactly the truth.

The fact that Vi had stopped her blue belly girlfriend from shooting Isha (and Jinx) maybe had given her the idea that maybe - most possibly not, but maybe - her sister ....

Yeah, she didn't even know how to finish the sentence.

Maybe her sister still cared about her? No.

Maybe her sister would be willing to talk if Jinx made the first step? Fuck, no!

...

Maybe her sister didn't see Jinx when their eyes met for one final time, but a glimpse of the girl she had once been. The girl that had died a long time ago.

"Shut up!", Jinx screamed, her fingers fisting in her hair. "She hates you and you hate her. This is just ... just ... gaah!"

She kicked an empty beer bottle that was lying around on the roof. Hard. It noisily rolled towards the edge before it fell.

"Ow! The fuck?!"

"Heh." Jinx felt better immediately.

It didn't matter what this was all about. She was here for a reason and it didn't matter if it was for spying on the enemy or making sure the sis came home safe - it definitely wasn't the latter! - it didn't fucking matter.

"Overthinking killed the rat." She frowned. "Or somethin'."

She shrugged her shoulders, deciding this had been enough internal monologue for now.

Jinx easily made it to the long stairway that led up to Vi's apartment - more like the stinky, claustrophobia triggering hole she slept in - before the Grizzler could even begin to drag her up the steps.

"Let go!"

Oohhh, the sis was especially moody tonight.

Jinx plopped down by the roof’s edge; her lips curved into a gleefully grin as she enjoyed the show.

"Let go!", Vi hissed again, pushing against the man’s hold.

The Grizzler readjusted his hold on her, continuing their way up. “You’ll trip and fall, the state you’re in”, he muttered as he dragged her along.

“Maybe’d be for the best”, came Vi’s slurred response.

Jinx’ grin abruptly vanished from her face.

“Don’t say stuff like that”, Grizzler admonished her. His voice still sounded warm, caring.

Like Vander, Jinx thought, immediately gritting her teeth. No, there was nobody like Vander. No one!

Still, when she blinked, her sight grew blurry for a second, the man’s features reforming, turning into something else, someone else.

“No, no, no!”, Jinx hissed, pressing her fingertips to her closed eyes, nails digging into her eyelids. “Focus. Focus!”

She opened her eyes in fear of the lights, afraid to find the contorted faces of her loved ones taunting her, screaming at her. It had stopped. It had stopped! She was fine now!

Nothing happened. There were only the Grizzler and the sagged form of her older sister, now halfway up the stairs.

Jinx took a shaky breath. She was fine. She was fine.

Just focus on her. Focus on Vi, make sure she gets home safe.

Yes, okay, okay, you got her; it was the real reason she was here, the reason why she came here almost every night. To make sure her sister didn’t die in the pit, that she didn’t pick a fight she couldn’t win, that she would make it up the stairs without breaking every bone in her body, that she wouldn’t suffocate on her own vomit at night.

Jinx didn’t spy on her; she was watching over her, because she cared. She hated it but she cared. She cared about her sister.

“Wuss”, she hissed at herself, her foot nervously jerking up and down as it dangled off the roof’s edge. She was biting her nails as she watched intently as the two continued their way up.

Only one staircase left and they would reach her sister’s shithole of a home. Jinx would stay in the shadows, hide until they would move inside. Then she would rise, and follow her usual route to Vi’s apartment. She would sit on the roof, listen to the conversation inside, and wait.

Wait for Grizzler to leave. Wait for Vi to fall asleep. Wait a while longer to be sure.

Then she’d climb in through the window, like every night. Check her sister’s breathing, like every night. Make sure, she was sleeping on her side and not on her back, so she wouldn’t accidentally drown in case she had to puke.

And she would look at Vi, and it would hurt, like every night.

She would be long gone before Vi would wake up.

Lost in thought, she had missed a part of the scene in front of her.

“I said, let go!”, Vi’s voice rang out.

Jinx’ head jerked up.

There was a smacking sound, skin hitting skin. Jinx’ eyes grew wide in surprise. Her sister had smacked her friend in the face.

“Get off!”, Vi screamed, ripping her arm from the man’s grasp. “Go look for another basket case to take care off! I don’t need your pity, I don’t need anyone’s pity, so fuck off!”

Her sister’s voice sounded raw, her teeth bare as she stumbled forward and shoved Grizzler against the chest.

With the street lamps as the only source of light it was hard to see the expression on the man’s face. He barely stumbled as Vi pushed against him, even reaching out his hands to place them on Vi’s shoulders to keep her from falling.

“You’re no basket case, Vi”, he said. “You’re my friend. And as your friend I want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Fuck you!!”, Vi screamed, pushing off his hands.

She was completely out of it. Jinx could hear it in her slurring voice, see it in the sluggish movements of her body, her weak stance. Her sister was completely out of balance.

Jinx stood up, watching from the edge of the building, sticking to the shadows, but ready to bounce should things escalate.

“Just leave her be”, Jinx muttered, voice tight. “I’ll take care of her from here, just go away.”

“Leave me alone, Loris”, Vi hissed, turning her back on him. “Don’t make me punch you again.”

So the guy’s name was Loris. Jinx would keep it in mind, although she still liked Grizzler better.

Loris didn’t try to follow after Vi, which was the only reasonable option, really. There was no point in trying to reason with her sister when she was drunk out of her mind and angry like this.

“You know where to find me”, he called after her, as he turned to leave. “When you’re sober enough to apologize.” He started his descent.

Jinx couldn’t quite make out the muttered retort of her sister. If she had to guess she would go with another good, old ‘fuck off’.

“So creative, sis”, she smiled, waiting for Vi to stumble halfway up the staircase, before moving herself.

Her sister may be drunk out of her mind, but Jinx knew better than to underestimate her. She’d seen her in the pit, under the influence, but still winning again and again and again. Until recently…

Jinx was losing more and more bets lately.

Vi was losing grip on herself.

“One step after the other”, Jinx muttered under her breath, watching her sister’s pitiful climb.

Vi missed several steps, several times, her tight grip on the railing the only reason her face hadn’t connected with hard stone yet.

Jinx would’ve laughed if she didn’t know for sure that Vi was in a bad place right now. A real bad place, dangerous even.

Her sister’s words from earlier echoed through her mind. ‘Would be for the best’.

Hah! Sure! She knew that voice, she’d heard it many times herself!

It’s just words. Just words. They don’t mean anything. Vi was just drunk and depressed because her girlfriend broke up with her – aw, so sad! - broke up with her because Vi went behind her back, because Vi saved Ji- no Isha! Vi saved Isha!

People said tons of stupid shit they didn’t mean when they were drunk or heartbroken - especially both! - her sister was no excuse.

“Just go to sleep, sis”, Jinx muttered as she walked along roofs, shadowing Vi from above. “Same time, same place tomorrow. Same old game, just go to sleep.”

Vi had made it to the door of her apartment, and was now rummaging for her keys. Jinx sneaked as close as she dared, until she was almost right over her sister’s head on the roof of her apartment building.

Come on, come on, come on, she chanted in her head. Almost home, come on, come on.

To be continued

[moony-ghoul]

another thing i was thinking about a bit ago

aether but with that old man retired emo vibe

like he wears slacks and button downs and nice shoes every day but when he rolls his sleeves the hint of a faded tattoo peaks out or if you get close enough you can see the scars left from piercings or him over hearing some of the younger siblings talking about “old school emo” music and it’s sparks his interest so these kids are showing him the ‘vintage’ cds and shit they have and aeth is like “oh yeah i saw their gig” or “yea i saw him when he was an opener” and they’re just like “holy fuck you’re old”