#the roadies who wear him 😅
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endlich-allein · 1 year ago
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Platz Eins 🎉 (Leipzig, Germany, 08-11-2023) @ alexxbecker
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askfriskandcompany · 2 months ago
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Hey, Emo Cat Anon here. Off anon so I can send the cat pictures. I’m kind of paranoid that someone else is gonna pretend to be me and send them so I’m sending them now 😅
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Sorry for the weird white blobs, it’s hard to crop cats on a phone. These kitties come with their own lil lore!
The older brother Oreo (white one) is a curious and rebellious kitty who’s obsessed with tomato sauce
The younger sister Shadow (black one) is incredibly elusive* and mysterious (I personally have never actually met her. These photos were taken by my mom. She’s so sneaky that I’ve never once seen her during my visits. Such a shadow indeed)
And one last kitty I wanted to being up:
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This is Dora. She died this past July. I just wanted to share her. She was a sassy queen who ran the world. She was incredibly stylish and absolutely refused to wear a collar unless it had a sufficient amount of sparkles on it. She’s not part of the emo band but I can see her as its manager or something. I just wanted to bring her up because I love her and miss her <3
I’d like to say thanks to literally anyone who wanted to see these kitties 😅 this idea came to me because that first photo at the top looks like an album cover and I’ve been thinking about it for ages
And thank u Trash Queen for actually offering to draw them (for a price)!
Okay! What I'm thinking is this...
Oreo is the lead singer / main guitar guy and most would consider him to be the face of the band. There are memes online about him loving tomato sauce, due to the lyrics of one of his songs.
Shadow is bass guitar / keyboard, and never speaks on camera or on stage, but is always there. Nobody knows anything about her personal life except that she's the lead singer's sister.
Dora is their manager / roadie wrangler. She may or may not be a second-cousin to Burgerpants.
They have an emo band. Their songs are about things such as 1) Love, 2) Heartbreak, 3) Injustice experienced by monsters on the surface, 4) How it's bullshit that it's not socially acceptable to drink marinara sauce in public like it's a smoothie.
-TQ
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writerownstory · 7 months ago
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✨there must be magic inside your bones✨
aka the Juke Ghost Whisperer au that I’ve been working on forever😭
Here’s a not-so-lil snippet of the first chapter for Juke Jeudi! ***Disclaimer, this is unedited & I also know little to nothing about guitars😅 Tried to do some research but that only gets ya so far.
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“Maybe if we just go over and nicely ask them to stop, they’ll stop,” Julie offers as she slips on some shoes.
“And when that doesn’t work I’ll nicely ask if they’d like my foot up their—“
“Maybe you should sit this one out,” Julie quickly interjects. “Go back to bed and try to block out the noise. I’ll try to reason with them and maybe not threaten them with physical violence.”
Flynn agrees with a yawn and walks back toward her bedroom and Julie slips out of their apartment and over to their next door neighbor’s. She knocks the first time like a normal person, but when the guitar doesn’t stop, she knocks much louder.
The guitar cuts out and a moment later the door swings open to reveal a boy—or a man, she guesses?—probably her age, a mop of brown hair that just barely hangs in the most beautiful green eyes Julie has ever seen, and wearing a cut off Rush t-shirt that shows off his incredibly toned arms and black jeans.
“Ernie, I’m sorry man. I promise it’s the last time—oh. You’re not Ernie,” the boy observes as he realizes who’s at his door.
“Nope, but I am your next door neighbor trying to get some sleep at 3 o’clock in the morning,” she tries to keep her tone light because while she doesn’t want to fight with her neighbor, she was rudely awakened at 3am on a weeknight.
The door opens wider and another boy in a pink sweatshirt and jeans appears, his blonde hair tucked under a backward baseball hat. “We’re so sorry for waking you,” he says, stepping in front of Luke. “Sometimes Luke just gets into playing and forgets just because he doesn’t sleep, doesn’t mean no one else does.”
She glances at the sleeveless boy—Luke, she guesses, only to find he’s already looking at her. His face turns a light shade of pink once he realizes he’s been caught, but then his eyes flick to the boy in front of him.
“It’s okay. Just please, keep it down. Or maybe play at a normal time?” Julie says, looking at the blonde boy. She considers throwing in that she’s trying to protect them from Flynn’s wrath, but maybe that’s not the way to make the best first impression.
“Of course,” he agrees. “We—”
He’s cut off by loud buzzing coming from inside the apartment behind him. The three of them immediately cover their ears against the sound, with Luke quickly turning around to reveal a third boy with darker hair, a black tank and jeans with a bass guitar strapped to his shoulders and frantically pulling different cords from the amp next to him.
“Reggie, man, cut it out!”
“I’m not doing it! I can’t get it to stop!”
The blonde boy hurries over and rips the power cord out of the wall, effectively silencing the amp.
As Julie brings her eyes back to Luke, she realizes there’s a 4th person present.
An older man stands next to the amp, dressed in jeans and a band t-shirt not unlike Luke’s. He looks like a roadie Julie’s mom used to have to help her out at her shows. “Wait, can you see me?”
She tries to avert her gaze, but it’s too late.
“You can see me!” the ghost exclaims, his face lighting up.
She inwardly groans, eyeing the three boys as they continue to argue amongst themselves. They don’t react to the roadie at all. It seems like they’ve forgotten she’s standing there, so she nods silently at the man.
It used to be more difficult to decipher the difference between ghosts and the living, but over time Julie’s become more practiced, even if she didn’t always want to.
The gift of seeing ghosts used to feel like a burden to her. Early on in her middle school career, Julie was labeled the weirdo who was always talking to someone who wasn’t there. At first, she didn’t understand what was going on and she really did feel crazy. But once she came clean to her mom about what she’d been seeing, the ever calm and collected Rose Molina sat her down on the worn couch in her garage-turned-studio with a cup of tea to soothe Julie’s nerves, and explained that Julie wasn’t crazy.
Instead, she was seeing ghosts. Just like Rose herself.
Earthbound spirits who had unfinished business with the living, her mom always told her.
“It’s our job to help them, mija,” Rose had explained. “Sometimes it’s as simple as passing along a message to their loved one. Or it might be helping someone else who is still living. We have to do what we can to help them cross over into the light where they belong.”
The explanation didn’t exactly settle Julie’s worries right away. It was still weird, especially because her life had already become more confusing ever since her best friend Carrie started hanging out with Kayla and a bunch of other girls in their class that Julie didn’t talk to.
For a long time, she resolved to ignore any random spirits that popped into her view throughout the day. Didn’t they know she was at school?? Didn’t they know she can’t be seen talking to no one again???? It was mortifying.
But as she grew older, Rose began to teach her more and more about how to handle such ghosts, especially in public. It’s easier now, but still a work in progress and hardly ever convenient.
“Thank God,” the ghost roadie sighs, the sound of his relief going unheard by the other three occupants in the room. “I used to take care of this equipment for an indie band, until I…well, you know.” Unfortunately, she does know. “I’ve been trying to tell these doofuses that the jacks need to be cleaned, that’s why the audio keeps cutting.”
“Um,” Julie speaks up from her place by the door. The three boys fall silent at the sound of her voice and turn toward her. “Have you tried cleaning the amp jacks?”
Everyone turns to the boy with the bass—Reggie—who blinks back at her.
“Of course you did, right Reg?” Luke looks at his roommate expectantly.
“He didn’t,” the ghost answers for Reggie, clearly annoyed. “And please tell him to stop carrying it out in the rain. They’re sensitive to temperature and humidity, any musician knows that.”
“Uh… well… no,” Reggie answers finally for the other boys, looking sheepish. Julie feels kind of bad for him, but this isn’t a conversation she wants to be awake for at 3am.
“You know what else I’ve heard is good for amps? Not having them out in the rain,” she says quickly, smiling nervously at the way all the boys look at her like they’re the ones who’ve seen a ghost. She’s never been a good liar, but how do you mention oddly specific things without any explanation?
Reggie tries to speak up first, but can’t seem to put a full sentence together. “How do you—how did she…?”
“Just a random thought,” Julie offers as she steps away from the door. “But if you could just keep the guitar playing to during the day, that would be great. Thanks, have a good night!” She hurries back down the hallway, not willing to embarrass herself in front of the cute strangers any longer.
The ghost appears next to her and Flynn’s front door. “You have no idea how ridiculous their conversations are,” he tells her.
Julie huffs a laugh as she unlocks the door. “Do you see a light? If that’s all you were waiting for, you can cross over.”
“Oh I’m going, I just wanted to say thank you. I thought I was going to have to shock that boy to get his attention.”
She frowns, glancing over her shoulder at him. “That is not—”
“Hey, wait!”
Julie freezes as Luke comes out into the hallway. “I-I didn’t catch your name.”
“That’s because I don’t need to sign a name to my embarrassment,” she says, giving him a weak smile as she pushes her door open. “Thanks anyway.”
“Well I-I’m Luke,” he says quickly as she tries to walk inside. “And I’d love to buy you a coffee. You know, as an apology for waking you up.” His hand flies to the back of his neck as he offers her a sheepish smile. “…and keeping you up.”
Julie raises a playful eyebrow at him. “Smooth talker, huh?”
“When I want to be,” he shrugs, a bit of smugness flashing in his expression. “I’m also a great coffee drinker.”
She shakes her head at him, unable to keep the smile from growing on her face. She can’t pretend Luke isn’t incredibly cute, with a disarming smile and his bright, green eyes that look gorgeous even in the terribly lit hallway. “I’d like that.”
His smile is contagious, provoking a small one of her own. “But I have to ask, how did you know about Reggie trying to fix his amp in the rain?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you sometime,” she says over her shoulder before she finally walks into her apartment. She can see the confusion in Luke’s expression, but she only feels a little bad because she’s hoping they both forget the little details of this night.
“Over coffee. On Friday?”
“You’ve got a date, Luke.”
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