#so honestly its all good just look after yourself my dude and that'll make me 10x happier than if you force yourself to read flwogb

[oldpotatoe]

Dude, don't get me wrong, I love flwogb, aidays, etc. but it's just angst overload at the moment. I used to check for updates or new fics several times each day, but I haven't even opened ao3 in the last week. I'm fucking wrecked. lol 🐡

and that’s absolutely fine!! honestly, im 100% a believer of curating your own fandom experience. if you want to read angst, cool! if you don’t, also cool! if you need a break from a certain genre, good on you for recognising that! just remember to look after yourself and your mental health, because that should be your priority in all of this. take care of yourself, anon <3

[pompousbiscuit]

(Y/N) Meets Zeke Yeager at a Radiohead Concert In the Year 2012 (Yes, It's The King Of Limbs Hour For Sure)

(You-16 Zeke-17 Porco-16 Pieck-17 Colt-16 Yelena- 17)

I don't fucking know why I think of these things, but here I go, this is for all of you Superior-Music-Taste-Thom-Yorke-er- Radiohead-virgins out there B)

The year is 2012, (Y/N) is 16, and the setting is a Radiohead concert almost one year post-King-Of-Limbs-album-drop.

After working for a few months at your first part time job, you were able to save enough cash to buy concert tickets for you and a friend.

The location of the venue is about 2 hours from your hometown, and it's quite the road trip.

Either using your/your friend's car, or public transportation, to make the trip.

Zeke is 17, he's also at this concert with a group of his friends: Colt, Porco, Pieck, Yelena.

You're jamming out to all the hits, swaying your body to the sound of the music just right, and letting yourself go in a way you've only ever done alone in your bedroom.

King Of Limbs wasn't Radiohead's most well received album, but you love almost anything Thom, that droopy eyed bastard, and the other members put out.

Your friend that you came to the concert with is currently on a bathroom break, leaving you to your own devices in the crowded room.

"Separator" plays loudly throughout the concert hall; the drum beat feels like it has made it's way under your skin, and the melodic sound of Thom's voice feels as if it's an instrument in its own right.

Zeke is currently jogging back inside, he had left only for a moment during a run through of "Morning Mr. Magpie" for a smoke break.

(it's not particularly his favorite on the album)

"Separator" is one of Zeke's favorites comparatively, and he might hit himself after if he ends up missing the live rendition.

He sees a familiar slicked back head of blonde hair while peering over the heads of the crowd, and Zeke's relieved to see Porco turn around and wave him over.

Zeke makes a b-line for his friend, trying his best to shove through the crowd as politely, yet firmly, as he can.

Whilst making his way over, Zeke bumps into someone who's almost completely oblivious to his presence, until said person trips over themselves and falls to their feet.

You luckily brace yourself, your palms and wrists making contact with the dirty ground as to protect your face.

Normally, Zeke would most likely brush this off and claim the situation to not be his problem, and most likely continue on his path to his friends.

A change of heart? Guilt for being a catalyst in knocking you over? (as he suspects it would've happened eventually) Or maybe it's because he notices the way your ass looks in your blue jeans.

Zeke can tell a good ass when he sees one, and everybody has an ass to be appreciated after all, no consideration for gender identity or assigned anatomy needed.

Zeke pauses and decides 'ah, what the hell'.

Zeke crouches down and holds his hand out to you, flashing a boyish grin that suits his younger looking face well, as he begins to offer you an apology.

"My mistake for knocking you on your ass, I was trying to get to my friends... Need a hand?"

Zeke half yells this apology, and in the end it's still very muffled sounding due to the loud music.

You are wary of the boy in front of you, being very well versed in all the basic "stranger-danger" rules, the ones your care-taker/parental-figure drilled into you before you left.

But the slight tug of the left side of his mouth, the dimple in his cheek, his shaggy yet soft looking blonde hair, his stupid but admittedly cool glasses that hang low on the bridge of his nose...

He's cute, and you're too aware of the fact to deny his hand that he's offered to you.

You say a "Thanks", only letting yourself look him in the eye for hardly a second, as he accepts your hand into his roughly textured one.

You feel a flush begin on your chest and rise up to your face, ashamed of yourself for practically drooling at the feeling of just a grasp of a hand around your own.

Zeke assists you in rising to your feet, and he can almost feel your eyes tracing his form, taking him in.

He looks rather typical, a dark t-shirt with a faded "Kid A bear" logo printed on it, under a wrinkled rusty-toned flannel with rolled up sleeves, dark denim loosely encompasses his lanky legs that end with damaged and worn low-top skate shoes.

You only realize your hand is still in his own, when you catch the cheeky look in his eye, after scanning back to to his face.

You retract your hand from his, with suspiciously quick retreat, that has him grinning a little wider.

"Name's Zeke, do you have one?"

You can smell his last cigarette on his breath as he talks, you're both in close proximity due to the people around you.

The performance of "Separator" is almost long forgotten at this point, it's now just the background noise to your first conversation with each other.

You shift your weight back and forth to each foot, settling on leaning to your right side, before looking up to answer him.

"It's (Y/N), and it's okay, I was kinda in my own world for a minute there..." You answer honestly, but almost too bashfully, taking the blame for your tumble.

Zeke shakes his head and answers immediately, "No, I wasn't really paying attention to who I was knocking into, but I guess I was kinda lucky that you happened to be my first victim."

His voice has a slight rasp to it, though he's just 17 he admittedly smokes like a chimney.

His words also have an attractive cadence to them, you can already tell he's a smart ass by the way he's immediately putting the moves on, but you find yourself not really caring all too much.

Zeke starts again, "I also get like that though, in my head I mean, 'specially with "Separator"..."

You nod along and begin to talk to him more about your interest for the track, hardly noticing as the minutes roll by, and with the song changing into "Little by Little".

The both of you exchange words and information throughout the next song, like your ages, preferred albums, what other concerts you've been to.

Zeke completely forgets about his friends in the minutes he's conversing with you, and the same happens with you, until Porco loudly appears with Colt behind Zeke.

"Dude! I waved you over like 10 minutes ago! What the hell Zeke? You're dragging your ass and the other's are-" Porco's sentence cuts off as his eyes drift over to you, understanding the hold up.

Porco turns his head to Zeke and receives a glower from the taller boy. Whilst wearing a shit eating grin, Porco gives Zeke a curt nod and a slap on the shoulder.

"Whatever, just shoot me text in a few man,"

Porco's eyes catch your your for second, as he raises a hand for a quick sayonara,

"Nice meeting ya'."

Zeke pushes up his glasses as he shakes his head in annoyance and heaves a sigh.

As Porco gestures for a confused Colt to follow him back to the rest of the group, you catch eyes with your own friend.

They give you an apologetic glance but then notice Zeke near you, they hold up their hand and toggle back and forth between a thumbs up and thumbs down, silently asking if Zeke's presence was a bother.

You give a thumbs up, which they respond with a double thumbs up, as they make their way over to a group of people and easily start to blend in.

You turn back towards Zeke and offer a smile, finally free of interruptions, as the song ends and fades into "Lotus Flower". Commotion erupts throughout the crowd, as the majority cheer for one of the most favored songs.

Zeke offers you a smile as well, and shuffles a step or two closer, before beginning to speak again.

Ending it there! If I make a follow up then that'll be over here when the time comes: Part Two

I actually... I don't even... Why, that's all I have to say, just why???

Thanks so much for the notes on my previous post! That was my first time hitting over 100 notes!

Tbh... "The King of Limbs" is on the same level as "In Rainbows" for me, soz if you're offended by that statement dawg. Lmk your opinions!

I am Zeke Trash #1, and you're watching Disney Channel

EDIT:

OK, IN LIGHT OF THE NEW EPISODE HERE IS SPICY TEENAGER ZEKE

FUCK IT UUUPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!! imagine this bitch ass in some skater slouchy grungy garbage, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

zeke liking radiohead [zeke playlist] -> MONKE

[tamiddyinyourcity]

2:00pm, December 15th of 2019.

Can't even enjoy shopping, but then again, the local Forever 21 changed their entire layout, and H&M finds it logical to charge 30 dollars for the most basic items ever.

"Like this long sleeve? Its forty bucks! Nice dress right? Yeaaaah its 99 dollars."

And the dude in the dressing rooms said out loud that he thought this stuff was "surprisingly cheap".... these shirts are see through and the fabrics are subpar, none of this should be charged this high.

Outside of a disappointing shopping experience, I also got

Its annoying, the transition from "I'm breaking up with you for keeping secrets from me and enabling idiotic and rude ass behavior from your bitch ass friend", to "Yay, hes dumping me, because hes too pussy."

I'm not a total naive cynic, I already know itd be weird dating someone after we both made our own seperate scenes, and whatnot.

Plus, its for the better.

We all know he still wouldn't have made an effort to get his friends to even so much as meet me, considering how everything had went down.

(And thus, I still regret nothing in terms of telling that nosy ass bitch to go fuck herself.)

Anyway.

Got clothes, stuff that'll keep my arms warm. And some jewellery.... its a shame I never got my necklace back.

....Don't know how I feel about Patrick, honestly.

Admittedly I find it sort of pathetic.

What *I* did was definitely to an extent pathetic, but that was more of a "I blocked him so he wouldnt see shit, and his friends I barely speak to anyways; so...."

Mine was "oh look im chaotic and also sharing how stupid things got to the point where i had left him."

His was posting pictures of me and going "she dumped me lol (laughter to hide the pain)"..... even I didn't go that pathetic.

(Still posted pictures to my private spam, but i just said "its been a long ass day", not an odd declaration like that to openly tell all my friends, distant or close, that I got absolutely cucked by my ex girlfriend or something.)

Did I get cucked? Thats up for debate.

Anyways.

Now that I'm done buying sweaters, time to go buy wigs, or whatever else is needed to boost self esteem some more. Get a wax? I dont know.

And if you're reading this, Patrick, you're literally just gonna make yourself feel worse.

I blocked you everywhere for the sole purpose of "I don't need him seeing what I'm up to, seeing the spouts of sadness and horniness and rage, and I dont want to see his either."

Since then itll just make you upset.

I wouldn't go "oh, i am afraid of Forbidden Animals.... let me look at blogs dedicated to nothing but Forbidden Animals."

NO! SINCE IT MAKES IT WORSE!

So stop looking at my tumblr, fucker. Go... I don't know... finish painting your walls, or building a laptop. Go wrestle with Chris, or idk, check out the steam showers and finally mess around with your sexuality I guess.

Why did i say that, now im gonna be picturing it the whole night

He said something odd in the car about how he "doesnt know about seeing other people", as it would "make things complicated"....

Bruh. You're single, and I'm single. And all I can do is not have sex with you, and probably go have sex with someone else or whatever, and not tell you about it.

So... yeah.

God, he's being so weird about this. Fucks sake.

Aaaaaaand not feeling the most ecstatic.

Plus my other ex, also named Patrick, (fuck, that makes writing these posts even harder,) wants to hang out tomorrow afternoon.

I guess thats gonna be good for me.

Really hard to be ecstatic, because:

I lost feelings for Blonde Patrick for a reason; he was just ignoring my texts, "laying with girls but not having sex with them", and it wasnt a great feeling to have a dude have you as a sexy one night stand in his moms car, just to..... not message me after it happened. Plus, he acted so iffy honestly. As if he wasnt in a car crying with me about not being together just a few nights before, with me in his arms. Acted like none of that mattered... And back to partying and my messages ignored for days!

I decided Brunette Patrick treated me better, and was becoming more relevant in life. When it came down to, "Get left on read by the ex who's too busy plowing ass and taking tests to be serious with you, who lives miles away?", or, "Be with the guy who actually plans dates with you, will be at your curb at the drop of a hat to see you, and is actually doing things no one else has done before? Flowers, candy, cool dates, and just overall good conversation?", well...... the answer was pretty present.

Even last time I called Blonde Patrick, I thought "Damn; we really do have a connection"..... and then shortly after, called Brunette Patrick, became exclusive, and talked for maybe one or two hours straight, and I thought, "Hell yeah bitch..... im not trading this shit in for anything in the damn world."

So now that my feelings shifted to someone else, its a shame I don't see Blonde Patrick the same anymore. Its less "oh god oh fuck im sweating i cant believe hes really here", and more "oh.... yeah man, how have you been? hows that dancer girl youve been smashing been? still gonna go half on everything and then try to get pussy by claiming theres an emotional attachment?"

.....fuuuuuuuuucking hell.

So yeah. To an extent, I'll blush when I see him, but damn.... gotta at least make sure that things go decent tomorrow.

Thank god I'm on my period, or I would've fucked either person and probably enjoyed it regretted it later on since neither would provide for me.

So.... I dunno, don't fuck Blonde Patrick.

He's a good guy; he'd understand. Especially after the heartbreak laaaaaast time, I'd rather have a nice night with him and just chit chatting and going home in one piece, than with an absolutely smashed cervix and fucked up panties

....odd feeling of regret or being used, then promptly forgoten about.

I guess I still do like him.

Alright.

2:27pm, time to go back to whatever I was doing. Lifes too short to sit on a bench and mope over someone who's not even sure why they're moping, so like.... go buy some skirts or something.

And last thought....

Not sure how I felt about our other night hanging out.

Glad that we at least gave that a shot. But obviously, things are complicated if I really like a person, and well... they can't show that they really like me back.

And they wont change things for the better.

Or do anything else to make anything about the situation easier....

Fuck you dude.

It shouldn't have been so hard to communicate with me, and so I left you. Imagine if you just spoke up, instead if acting like a relationship means being secretive and acting suspicious as fuck over stupid shit that wasnt even that important of a fucking deal to hide.

.....he was never gonna make an effort with me.

I really gotta stop thinking of this asshole these days.

Peace out.