#this is my favorite band i am so unwell

[kennedy-brooke]

SCREAMING YELLING SOBBING THROWING UP I GOT 1975 TICKETS

[imamfstarboyyy]

seeing fall out boy live was life changing. i am so in love with patrick stump. i cannot stop thinking about him. i think this was his evil plot-- he gets you to see him live and his voice actually entrances you and turns you into a sleeper agent. one day we will all succumb to the stump hivemind.

[denalidear]

Raspy

a/n: basically, uh, my bestie and i saw a lovejoy concert this week and we've had mutual wilbur brainrot. thankfully, i'm an english major with just enough self confidence to write us some fics. enjoy.

summary: traveling made you sick, and close quarters mean everyones sick too.

word count: 672

warnings: none? fem!reader, a little suggestive, sickness

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It’s not like you had meant to get sick. Traveling always introduced you to germs, and staying in a tour bus meant close quarters with the rest of the band. Thankfully, you’d all gotten a small break over the weekend of travel and slept a lot as the tour progressed from Washington state to Utah. 

You’d almost banned Will from kisses, but that man had the best puppy dog eyes known to man.  But now, as the bus rolled into Salt Lake City, he was suffering the consequences of his actions in the form of a mild cold. He had a massive headache, but apart from a little rasp in his throat, his vocal chords weren’t under too much extra stress. 

It did take a bit of extra convincing to get Will out of the bunks and into sound check, but a few forehead kisses did the trick as you offered him a few ibuprofen and a bottle of water. 

“I feel bad, Will. Maybe kisses should have been banned.” You said quietly, watching the tower of a man crawl out of his bottom bunk. “Absolutely not, love. That’s the whole point of bringing you on tour.” He pulled you into a hug. “Can’t kiss over the phone.” He smooshed his lips into the top of your head, the action barely resembling a kiss. 

“Alright, well, don’t let me distract you any longer. You’ve got a whole load of people waiting on you.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted as he moved around the bus, getting ready for sound check and the concert that would insue. 

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“Salt Lake City, how are we doing tonight?” Wilbur asked the crowed. The venue was packed, almost more that the other dozen places you’d been on tour so far. And the energy buzzed in the room, the audience screaming their heads off after the first song. 

“Salt Lake, I have a favor to ask of you. My beautiful girlfriend, whose hiding off stage-” Will gestured towards you and the crowd screamed. “- got me and Ash sick this weekend. So I am extremely unwell.” The room erupted in laughter and cheering. 

“As a side effect of this, my voice is very raspy. It’s great for me because my love thinks it’s sexy, but it’s not so great for singing. So I need you all to fucking scream to these songs.” The room vibrated with the volume of the cheers. You could see his grin from behind the curtains as he carefully began the chords to Model Busses.

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Post-concert Will was your favorite Will, not that you love him any less normally. But after every gig he just buzzed with adrenaline when he got off stage. Tonight was no different. As soon as he got off stage he scooped you up in a hug and smashed his lips on yours. You indulged him for a moment, holding him tight despite the shirt clinging to his body with sweat. As soon as he pulled away, you spoke.

“You, mister, did not play my song!” You berated him as you helped him pull of the denim jacket he insisted on wearing. He laughed quietly, voice rougher han before he went on stage. “You promised you’d do it’s all futile acoustic tonight!”

“And you, my love, are being mean to a sick man.”

“Sick as a consequence of his own actions. Only one of us here can’t keep his lips to himself.” You fluffed his sweaty stuck hair off of his forehead before pulling him into a kiss. 

“Seems like a mutual problem to me, my dear.” He tried to pull you into another hug, the sweat on his skin cooling. You quickly pushed your hand to his chest. 

“Oh buddy, if anything else is happening between us tonight, you’re gonna need to shower first.”

“Well I thought you loved me, sweat and all.”

“I only love boys who play my favorite song at their concert. Like they promised.”

“That’s low, love. Really low.” 

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it  when you don’t stink.” 

[reverseblackholeofwords]

Ok I give, I'm officially curious. I have a couple discord friends who are Unwell™️ about Twenty-One Pilots but I never paid much attention. But now! I return to tumbles dot com after months and find one of my favorite writers has also taken an interest. So now I have to know. Where do I start?

Welcome back to the tumbles-of-er, friendo, good to see your lovely icon again! Okay um, I'm going to be fully transparent, if I try to explain the lore I'm going to sound like a crazy person because I am also Unwell about them these days. The band has been slowly revealing bits and pieces via music videos and ARG-style puzzles and websites since Blurryface back in 2015? So we're talking a story that's a decade in the making more or less. Bear with me...

There's a main character named Clancy who is Doomed By The Narrative, his best friend(?)/hallucination(?)/moral guide(?) everyone calls Torchbearer, a group of rebels with a yellow flower motif, a city that's a metaphor for mental illness, a corrupt religious system based around the glorification of death run by evil bishops with cool robes, and also zombies, a dragon, and a little alien-looking guy. I mean, what more could you ask for?

If you want the real quick version, they actually made a playlist of the lore-relevant MV's in order along with a brief run-down of the story:

Now of course, this is prior to the latest album, which dropped back in May and was supposed to wrap up the story, so the final three lore-related MV's kind of cover the final act. And really, I was largely ambivalent to the lore up to then. They'd done some cool stuff with it, but I'd just never followed it that closely, I just liked their music. And then all the stuff that dropped with the most recent album just grabbed my brain and hasn't let go since! It's so fascinating and morally complex and aaaa!

So over the course of the last 5 months I wrote my super long series covering the lore from start to finish along with my own little added bits called, Sometimes We Will Fly Away. It is single-handedly the thing I am most proud of writing ever, and I won't lie, it's real good. It made me remember why I like writing at all.

And if that somehow doesn't sound too crazy for you, and you do in fact end up checking it out, I would love to hear your thoughts lol

[theweirdgoodbyes]

Hi Maddie! 2,4,14,16 for the HBO war asks!

thank you sweetness!

2. Which series of the three is your favorite? Why?

The Pacific, no doubt about it. The characters, the stories, everything. While I adore BOB and GK, The Pacific truly shows you brutally honest image as to how your mind, morals, and beliefs are changed by war. At the end of the day, I am a huge history nerd and I feel that The Pacific captures the reality of everything in a way that is *chefs kiss*

4. Favorite/least favorite Band of Brothers characters? Why?

Tough question but I think my favorite overall has to be Bill Guarnere. My family is Italian (so cringe I know) and he truly is the quintessential loud mouth that I see and know/love/hate in my own family dynamic. He also just makes me laugh and him going to get Joe will never fail to make me wanna cry. As for least favorite, I would say I don't have any characters I dislike but I do not love Nix nearly as much as everyone else. But that is because of my personal life dealing with alcoholics. Would love to see the man in AA.

14. Do you have a favorite The Pacific episode? Which one and why?

Hands down Episode 5, I think I've watched it 30 times because I am Unwell. We get some moments of peace, Leckie comes back to his boys, we get Eugene and the rest of K company. Also the entire beach storming scene is incredibly well done and no matter how many times I've watched it I am fully locked in

16. A Band of Brothers scene that made you laugh.

so das why dey gave us ice cream

[mejigay]

MEJIBRAY MiA is chewing on his ribcage bone

Keeping up with MEJIBRAY: The Series

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

Hello to my favorite bitches, long time no see! Ready for a classic mejigay gossip sesh?

If you were anything like me, you started a Tumblr blog about visual kei very young (I've posted about vk on this blog since I was 16) and now you're an adult. MEJIBRAY broke up around 6 years ago now I think right? I am now 24, have a masters degree and planning on moving to Japan in spring. Crazy how time flies right.

Let's refresh our minds a little bit okay? Now I'm assuming you remember everything from those 6-ish years ago. The MEJIBRAY label/contract issue with Tsuzuku and Koichi, Tsuzuku's borderline disorder, the refusal to do encores during the last tour, the charcoal face paint and the result of it all which was 8p-sb. If you want a recap on that specific semi-disbandment drama there's plenty of posts that I made about it while it was happening so feel free to check it out! (keep in mind I was like 18 and very dramatic writing those posts lol) There's also this great summary from a redditor in the comment section here

The same redditor even filled me in on stuff I felt out of the loop about in their reply to the OP. I know 8p-sb is gone and Koichi does Trembling Bambi solo stuff while Genki (Tsuzuku) is a vocal coach, is in the band 30 seconds certain victory, and revives VanessA occasionally. But this has also happened:

Yeah what the fuck Koichi? Now, I do remember starting that yakuza theory here on Tumblr back in the MEJIBRAY semi-disbanding days. I read it on tanuki and told y'all about it and got soooo much shit for it at the time lol. Looks like Koichi kind of confirmed the theory! (take that rude anons in my asks back then lmao). However, Koichi staying in the same industry he claims is rotten and run by the yakuza is definitely weird. Why talk all high and mighty while benefitting from it one may ask. Either way, for those wondering what Koichi is up to, there's your answer and an explanation to why he got backlash. About the VanessA stuff, one can conclude that our favorite duo, Genki and Koichi, doesn't seem to be that involved with each other anymore.

I would also like to take time to talk about Genki's well being, as some of you might know he has a youtube channel in Japanese. From my so-so Japanese skills I can still keep up with a lot of what he's saying. Good news, he's doing better now than the MEJIBRAY days from the looks of it. In this video he talked about how the photo from the MEJIBRAY days was him being unwell and the picture to the right is him feeling much better!

(TW for this paragraph: self harm) In another video he talked about various topics/gave advice such as about self harm/cutting and how it annoys him when people say he shouldn't hurt the body his parents gave to him. He thinks that's an incorrect way to tell someone to stop cutting and seems in general to be very open to talk about this topic while smiling and not getting angered. So he seemed very stable, mature and content to me.

What about Meto/Yutaro? Well, he seems to be a happy chef! As for MiA... I've seen him hang out with hosts like Roland and in general seems to live that bougie life. Roland is a top host who aims for the prince vibe just like MiA, and is open about his plastic surgeries just like MiA. Now let's get into a really recent topic about Mia!

Just like me, you might still follow our MEJIBRAY boys on various social medias. And just like me, you might have seen MiA's picture where he chews a bone. "Huh, weird" you might have thought as you scrolled past it. Well here I am, resurrecting this blog once again, just to tell you that the bone is MiA's fucking ribcage bone. I ain't posting that picture, find it yourself cause it's gross.

As MiA poses in the same costumes from his MEJIBRAY days and posts them on Instagram, you'd think his life and social media posts were a bit mundane. Then, a fucking picture of him chewing a thick ass bone pops up. The bone in question was taken out during a ribcage surgery, that MiA claims was done in order for him to create a custom guitar with his BONE INFUSED into it. Yeah I know. What???

In general you could either see it as him being a massive attention hungry person, or as unhinged and putting his life in danger. Bone surgeries are very harmful and anyone with two working eyes can see his shaved jawline bone already. So adding a removed ribcage bone to that... It's dangerous.

That's it for the gossip sesh! I'm thinking of making this "Keeping up with MEJIBRAY: The series" a thing whenever I think there needs to be a big gossip update like this.

To anyone still here in the MEJIBRAY Tumblr tags and to anyone following this blog, thanks for reading all of this and I hope we can laugh at this absurdity together! <3

xoxo mejigay

(feel free to read that sign off in the gossip girl voice lmao)

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

Asking asking askiiiing...

Micah: 5, 9

Javier: 7, 8

Pearson: 14, 26 (Freebie: What would his favorite food be to make, if he didn't have to cook outdoors and in bulk? i.e. not being stuck with stew.)

Micah

5: What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

At the moment I have I Want It All by Lana Del Rey stuck in my head so I am a bit biased… at the moment. (Such a cunty song for him).😁

For serious songs I associate with him, Frontier Psychiatrist by The Avalanches is spot on. It is fun, it is chaotic, it sounds like a collection of disconnected memories and audio clips, it focuses on the unwell mental state of a person, so on…

I know some people tie metal music into Micah. Maybe it is me not liking metal music, but I’ve always associated Micah with wind instrument band music. American Venom or various songs from the RDR1 and RDR2 sound track capture the power of Micah to me; he carries the name of his past kin and wields it like his duel revolvers. He is feared and it only feels right a triumphant band of trumpets and electric guitar accompany him.

9: Could you be roommates with this character?

Haha NOOOOOO. Regardless of if it is canon Micah or a modern AU Micah, I think he would be a pain to deal with. Micah mainly does his own thing so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I don’t wanna dwell and put TOO much thought into this, but I feel like Micah would be a cruddy roommate whenever he is inside the house, but the majority of the time he is out of the house doing something illegal or morally dubious.

Javier

7: What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Tough, not because there isn’t a lot I love but because there is a lot that I love. The fandom has been pretty good to Javier in my opinion. Maybe too good and excuse him of his faults but that is not the focus of the question.

I do like when the fandom sheds light on Javier’s past, his family, his flaws, and his struggles. Idk if I have seen any art or fan fiction about Javier and his sister, but I want to. Idk if I have seen anything even about Javier in Mexico prior to the VDL gang. The small crumbs that are talked about by the fandom, I reaaaaally appreciate.

8: What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I am not sure because the fandom is usually respectful about Javier. There isn’t anything I despise, at most I roll my eyes.

I was going to say I felt the constant use of google translate Spanish in fan fiction felt ooc but I realized over time that Javier just does that and interchangeably uses English and Spanish in-game. Plus there is no one right way to right a character. Even if it was ooc that would be fine.

I think people (once again) infantilizing and excusing Javier of his flaws is an annoyance. That and steam rolling his rough edges and flaws to make him this suave guy who gets all the ladies. This man returns to camp smelling like fish and with dirt covered hands from worm collecting. He may have good clothing and hygiene but this man is also unsexy in his own ways. He is unconventionally sexy. You don’t need to replace parts of him to make him “better”. He is already a good character, you just gotta appreciate what’s there.

Pearson

14: Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

D: oh no. I was not ready for Pearson headcanon time.

I feel like much of what Pearson already wears (minus the top hat and a few others) would fit into modern day as some sort of thrifted aesthetic, assuming the clothes are cleaned and not blood stained.

I especially like his sweater outfit which makes me think he would enjoy nice big sweaters the girls find on social media and then buy for him. They’re almost all muted colors and patterns. He especially likes the ones depicting nature like this one.

26: favorite food to make with no restrictions.

I don’t have a solid idea for this one so excuse me as I take this in a unserious route: BURGER!

I can just imagine Pearson in a modern AU being a grill dude. He just wants to BBQ and feel good with a beer in his hands on a spring/summer afternoon. He isn’t obligated to provide food for the gang anymore, but he is happy to be invited over by Dutch to talk and grill.

Pearson is a man of varied cuisine so burgers aren’t his only thing. He does others. Burgers are just a crowd pleaser, not too difficult to make, and easy to customize. He might’ve even tried making those new fangled vegan burger black bean things for the gang members who don’t eat meat anymore (cough cough, Mary-Beth).

[notthatthungry]

Guys. I am so unwell. Liam Payne just passed away, and he was never my favorite in the band or anything but he was a big part of 1D and it’s crazy to think he’s gone. I also know he was going through a lot with the media at the moment which is what pushed him to his decision (my opinion) . Not saying it’s anyone’s fault or that she shouldn’t speak her truth/experiences either. Just really sucks it ended this way. I cant imagine how his family and Harry, Louis, Niall, and zayn are feeling.

Ps if anyone doesn’t know yet I’m sorry this is how u find out

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 4 Match 13

propaganda below the cut!

John Frusciante:

"He is literally John Frusciante. A guitar god, looks good in any of his 1000 different hairstyles, always cute and beautiful and sweet. I feel so lucky just to walk the same earth as him."

"i would do literally anything just for the chance to be even a string on his guitar"

"If John Frusciante has a million fans, I am one of them. If John Frusciante has one fan, I am that person. If John Frusciante has no fans, I don't exist. If the world is against John Frusciante, I am against the world. Vote for my beautiful guy John or I will be in your nightmares tonight"

"You know in that one interview from 1994 where he looks like a corpse and just generaly really unwell, well somehow he still looked insanely hot to me. Healthy or not the guy was always hot, he's just got the cutest nose and amazing cheek bones. He's also kind of cursed (so is the rest of red hot tbh, must be a requirement to be in the band probably) and I just think cursed people are great. So there was my propaganda for one of my favorit cursed boy."

Tori Amos:

"I first met the girl I'm now engaged to on a forum in 2006. She introduced me to Tori Amos. She dyes her hair red and leaves it messy to look like Tori. We drive around in her beat-up old car with a bumper sticker that says "I'd rather be at a Tori Amos concert," which gives away the fact that we're absolutely gay. We've seen her in concert 4 times. I'll never be able to separate Tori from my wife to be, therefore she is my 90s wife forever. Vote Tori if you believe in love!"

"Tori's coy smile, piano prowess and otherworldly voice are enchanting. She is my Björk. You must understand the POWER of this statement."

"google "tori amos 90s" the first image. you see her. vote for her there is no other option!"

[haganezukawaifu]

Rosa Dolce Chapter 3

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The dream starts the same. It put me here in the same hallway. But somehow, it was different. The picture wasn't the same as before. They were filled with classics. Among them were Leonardo, Michelangelo, and Vincent van Gosh, and the door was very different. And I felt it pulling me in, telling me to open it. But every time I do, I wake up and never know why. Who's calling me? Why can't I open that door? Why can't I see them? Why. Am. I. So. Afraid?

"Christine."

"Hmm." I snap out of my thoughts. I saw Bella concerned about me. "Are you okay? You just drifted into a daze while I was talking to you," Bella asked, concerned. I nodded my head. "Yeah. I have just been having weird dreams lately, and I can't get them out of my head, and I don't know what they mean." "Like what?" she asked curiously. I froze. I didn't know what to say. I mean, what do you expect me to say?

'Oh well, throughout the night, I dreamed of a 15th-century palace. I have been walking down the same halls, looking at the same pictures, and standing in front of doors I'm afraid to open. I can't seem to understand why I'm here or what's there. Oh, and some voices call out to me every night in my dream.' 

She will probably think I'm crazy or freaked out. So... "It's nothing." I lied. She nodded her head. "But continue. You were talking about Edward." "Yeah. He's-," she continued. I can't believe that she has been here for a week and sitting with me at the same table. I can say Cordelia was ecstatic to see her. She couldn't ever let her go. If I remember correctly, she said, "Oh my gosh. It's little bells. All grown up. Look at you. Isn't she just precious, Christine?" Yeah, those were the words. Her first week was weird, especially in biology. Edward was acting odd, to say the least, and she wanted to know why. She thought she smelled terrible, but that wasn't it. Or maybe she did something wrong, but that wasn't the problem either. So why was he acting odd? He almost missed a week of school. Must have been sick if it was serious.

"It was just weird," Bella said as she tapped her tray. "Maybe he was unwell," I speculated. "I don't know," Bella muttered as she shook her head. Then the bell rang, but before I stood up from my seat, I leaned in and said, "Well, try asking him when you see him. I'll see you later." I stood up and walked to my next class, Spanish. Soon, the day carried on as it should as school ended. Now it was time to go to the garden and work. I had to work on a few batch orders while Cordelia attended a conference call. The order consisted of nothing but simple table décor for newly constructed homes as well as centerpieces and wedding bouquets for winter. Why must people get married in January? After finishing orders and handling customers, it was time to close the shop for the day. Cordelia offered to cook chicken pesto pasta, which was my favorite. After dinner, I took my shower and dressed in an oversized band t-shirt belonging to Anthony that he left behind and sweatpants. I figured I would check over my assignment before bed. As soon as I did that, I slipped under my comforter and fell asleep, expecting the same dream. But as I slept, I noticed something different about this dream.

The darkness enveloped me. The air was cold. It doesn't seem like there is a single speck of snow emanating from the sky. The ground was slick with ice. This is not the same dream. This is a novelty. I could hear a sound. The sound of a car, but where was it coming from? Despite turning in every direction, I could not locate the sound. Until I froze, the sound came from behind. I turned around and stood there. The engine was loud and came closer and closer. I couldn't see the car until I saw the headlights. It was a gray van, and from the look of it, it wasn't stopping. It was heading straight toward me at high speed and coming out of control. I couldn't move as I stood there in shock. I raised my arm to defend myself, but

"AAHH."

I jumped up in fear as I panted. Just when I expected to feel the impact, I awakened from my sleep. I check the clock on my dresser by my bed. 2 am. I sigh as I flop back on my bed. It was a nightmare. I haven't had those since I was 9 years old, but the question I ask myself is: why did that happen? Why did I dream of a crash? Am I in danger of getting hurt—or someone else? After that nightmare, I was unable to sleep, so I got dressed for school instead. Today's weather was different. The temperature had dropped, and the ground was slick. Talk about coincidence. Time passed, and the day proceeded as it normally did. I had trouble focusing on class due to the nightmare. Even during my conversation with Bella, I barely focused. I never expected a nightmare to make me lose focus like this before. 

"You look tired," Bella mentioned. Resting my head on my knuckles, I said, "I didn't have a good sleep last night. " How come?" she asked.

'Don't tell her about the car crash.'

"I um.. forgot to start my project. It's due Friday, and I'm worried about it." I lied, and she nodded her head. "Oh. I'm sure it will be okay. You'll finish it," she said. "Yeah, me too." Soon, the bell rang. "I have to get to class. I'll see you after school in the parking lot," I said as I gathered my belongings. "Hey. I was thinking, Do you want to hang out today? I'm heading to the bookstore after school," Bella replied. I stood there and thought about it. I didn't have to work today at Aphrodite, so technically, I am free. I nodded my head in response.

"Sure, I'll come with."

I began to walk down the hall to Spanish class. Maybe I overreacted to this nightmare; maybe it's just nothing but my imagination. As soon as Spanish ended, gym class began. We had to play volleyball. Hate volleyball with a passion. If I hit the ball, I always end up hitting someone in the back of the head. I would stand there and apologize in response. I got changed out of my gym uniform and left the gym. I saw Bella waiting for me as we walked towards the parking lot, talking about the bookstore in Port Angeles.

"You mind if we use your car? I don't think my truck would make it," Bella suggested. "Sure. That would be fine with me. I'll meet you at your place." "Sounds like a plan," she replies. I nodded my head. I told her I had to return home and change before heading over, which she responded to with a nod. We parted ways as I headed to my car, which was 3 cars away from her truck. Grabbing my key to press the unlock button, I heard an odd sound. A familiar sound.

SCREECH

I turn toward the sound, and my eyes widen in shock. There it was. A dark blue van skidded out of control on the ice road in the parking lot. You could hear the brakes squealing loudly. But the thing I noticed about the van was its direction toward Bella. What do I do? Am I just willing to stand here and do nothing while my friend gets hurt? I dropped my bag and keys instantly and ran straight toward her. Please. Not my friend. Anyone but her. However, as I heard the shattered crunch of the van hitting the truck, I thought I was too late. I continued my pace as I went around her truck.

'God, please be okay. Please be alright.'

As I reached the passenger side, I worried about her being squished between the van and the truck. I was also worried about her bleeding out an arm or leg or being unconscious. She was lying on the pavement as she slowly sat up, but Edward was sitting there.... by Bella. His hands were on each side of the truck and the van. How did he get there so fast? He was four cars away, and yet he was there to prevent it as the accident occurred. A hundred, maybe a thousand questions were running through my head, but all I could think about was Bella as I kneeled beside her.

"Bella. Bella. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked, worried. "I'm fine," she said, nodding her head as she tried to sit up. I noticed that Edward held her against him by her side. Edward warned Bella, "I think you hit your head pretty hard. Be careful." I examined her as she questioned him, and she didn't look injured, but as I touched her head, she hissed in pain. She has a bump on her head. There was something that caught my attention from the corner of my eye...

The dent on her truck. Strange; that wasn't there before.

but the van was in worse condition. Finally, Bella could sit up as Edward let go of her waist. I could hear the siren in the distance. It took six EMTs and two teachers to move the van far away from us to get the stretcher in. Of course, Chief Swan arrived before they could get her away safely, but she reassured him that she was fine. Edward insists that he didn't need a stretcher and that Bella needed one because she might have a concussion. As soon as she was loaded into the ambulance and Edward rode in the front, I saw them drive off. I sped off to my car, got in, started up, and followed them. All I could think about was how Edward got there so fast. I just couldn't shake the feeling that there was really something off about him.

I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about him—something not quite human. As I weaved through traffic, my mind raced with questions. How did he manage to reach Bella so quickly? And why did he seem so protective of her? The pieces of the puzzle didn't quite fit together, and I was determined to find out the truth. As I followed the ambulance to the hospital, my curiosity only grew stronger. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a series of events that would change everything I thought I knew.

[seasonal-writes]

' “Ouch..” Tango groans, not so much in pain, but just out of reaction.

“Oh goodness.. Just a cut..” Jimmy breathes in relief.

“It’s okay, I’ll go grab a bandage and get back to- Hey-!” Tango says, words getting caught up as his wrist is grabbed.

Jimmy raises the injured finger to his mouth, and lightly places it between his lips.

As he does, Tango’s pupils visibly blow wide, consuming most of the space in his eyes. Jim gently sucks some of the blood away, that iron taste attacking his taste buds for just a second before he releases Tango’s wrist and lets the wounded extremity fall from his mouth.

The moment is quick, but Tango seems to lag in processing. He’s silent, mouth hanging open in utter shock.

Jimmy’s tongue swipes across his bottom lip, wiping away just a speck of blood that stuck around. He wonders how sick it is for him to be so entertained by the whole thing.

“What the..” Tango starts to say, voice crackling. If he wasn’t overwhelmed a moment ago, he definitely was now.

“Just to stop the bleeding for a second. I’ll go get a bandage for you,” Jimmy says with a genuine smile, but a slight, playful chuckle.'

HI HELLO I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO REQUEST A COMMENTARY ON THIS PLEASE. DELICIOUS. YUMMY. SILLY.

yeah, so i'm like. sooo sorry it took me a while to answer this. my goal for today is to try and get at least the commentary asks answered. :> so thank you for your patience! anyway. HOOOO BOY YEAH, I REMEMBER WRITING THIS SCENE. 'Jimmy’s tongue swipes across his bottom lip, wiping away just a speck of blood that stuck around. He wonders how sick it is for him to be so entertained by the whole thing.' do you know how fun it was to write that last line. do you understand how unwell i was- how unwell i STILL AM about it? i distinctly remember acknowledging the prompt had "cuts" in it, being very confused for the majority of writing it as to how jimmy would react, and then i said. what if he just. was a little weird about it. and what if tango was into it?

like, i think a big instinct is to stick wounds in our mouth when we get them. especially small ones. (at least in my experience, maybe I'm the freak). i just thought it'd be funny if that was jimmy's first reaction, and it was so WILD in comparison to just.. soothing and getting a band-aid or panicking right away. like obviously he still panicked in the little part preceding this moment. which is another favorite moment of mine but i won't get into it- and it's just that i really wanted jimmy to know damn well what he was doing here. like. and tango knows it too. the transition from this to tango just GRABBING him and kissing him means the world to me. it's funny it's silly it is, as you've said, delicious. mwah, chef's kiss, no notes. <- literally wrote it. i just think i deserve to write more fun, silly scenes like this. i wish i had more to say about it other than this nonsense, brain rotted commentary but akdfsj it is pretty self-explanatory, in all honesty. thank you for the ask, and thanks again for being so patient!

[rigginsstreet]

misc. tag game

tagged by @blood-mocha-latte

a band you don’t like that many others do:

maneskin... tried a couple songs, wanted to like them.... cant do it

a childhood memory that you remember vividly:

this costume contest i refused to enter because my costume was boring and i knew i was gonna lose by the adults were like "no just join come on itll be fun" and i was like... already consumed by the darkness at that point lmfao and i sat watching everyone crying. fun! lmfao

least favorite animal and why:

i hate a snake. i respect their role in the ecosystem but dont you ever put one near me. dont put one within 5 miles of me. no. i dont trust anything that slithers bitch aint got no legs! i dont like that. and the striking? dont like that either. i have to stop talking about them now im genuinely uncomfortable

hot fandom take:

steve harrington is not a good character. he is badly written. yall only like him cuz you think joe is hot. thats literally it. the man has literally zero positive qualities. apply this to every other loved st character as well theyre all bad the show sucks i hope everyone dies

do you were any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece:

i wear a friendship bracelet and a rope bracelet i got on a cruise (i forgot what theyre called. sailor bracelets or something?) and thats about the extent of my jewelry wearing

a movie others liked but you didn’t:

i don't think i've ever cognitively watched a movie and thought that i loved it or hated it. i'm usually just like Well That Sure Was A Movie. <- im keeping prevs because thats what wildest thing ive ever read in my life i need to study you lmfao as for my answer, insidious movies are bad. youre next is bad. many movies this website loves i havent even seen but i know they are bad thats why i havent watched them.

three things you love about yourself:

my hair is getting real cute lately. i am a huge bitch. i stare at my butt a lot i think its fun

a place you hope to visit in the future and why:

italyyyy i want to trace my roots

an actor that gets on your nerves and why:

idk if theres actors i have beef with for their personality lmao several i dont like because they are overhyped and im sick of seeing them. ariana grande she counts as an actress i cant stand her lmfao the vibes are rancid also stop dating married (taken) men its gross its weird

things you’re excited for in the nearby future?:

for my dog to finally be healed from her surgery cuz god its a lot of working making sure she dont pop her stitches

least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in:

if stancy is endgame im setting fires to buildings i want you all to know this. also fuck a steddie and a ronance but that goes without saying

what’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in?:

stranger things. riverdales a close second but stranger things... you are all genuinely mentally unwell i would like to speak to your therapists and tell them shit aint working

list three things you find beautiful about life:

the ocean my best friend the ocean. animals just be out here looking for pets... brings a tear to my eye. im really struggling for a third life is bad lmfao my best friend? thats it.

any dreams for the future?

i try not to think about the future it gives me panic attacks

how are you really feeling today?

sleepy

tagging (no pressure): @panickedpenguin @avalonlights @ihaveacorgi @imsodishy

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Cinnamon Rolls

Set post-game. As she waits for her treats to bake, Agnes Dekarios (formerly Wildheart) enjoys yet another evening with her beloved Gale. SFW.

It was another beautiful day in Waterdeep. Agnes Dekarios (formerly Wildheart) sat next to her husband on his favorite chair looking out over the water from his tower at sunset.

No Agi, our tower. This isn’t just Gale’s home anymore. It’s yours. And every day I add a few more touches to make it feel like home.

“You seem lost in thought, Mrs. Dekarios.” Gale teased, glancing at her sideways as he balanced a book in one hand and a quill in the other. “What tempest of thoughts are swirling in your beautiful head, my dear?”

“Flatterer.” She said with a wink. “Oh, just how the tower is quickly becoming home for me.”

He hummed, writing something down in the margins of the book. “Ah yes, the little hints of color throughout, your cast iron pan and wok becoming favorites in the kitchen, the painting of Baldur’s Gate in your…what are you calling that room again, darling?”

Agnes grinned. “My hobby room. All my little trinkets, books, and piano.” And unlike my handsome wizard, I can actually play the piano. Most nights after we’re done on the terrace I’ll play a song or two for him while he sits next to me, his hand always on my thigh. Horace and Scratch have their beds in there, and sometimes even Tara will nap with them…when she isn’t napping on Gale’s tummy.

“My sweet wife’s hobby room, of course! It’s coming along nicely, though there’s a distinct lack of a chair or small sofa for your husband.” He’s teasing me again.

Giggling, she swatted his arm. “Pick one out then, love, and I’ll have it put in there. Until then—”

RING! RING! RING!

Agnes’s eyes widened. “Oh fuck, those are the cinnamon rolls!” She pressed a kiss to Gale’s cheek (his beard is much more substantial than we first met but still well-groomed) and then hopped off the chair to get those very tasty cinnamon rolls out of the oven. She made at least a dozen every week. My darling loves to have two mid-morning with some more coffee. She smiled to herself as she iced them. I should bring some up right now. They smell so damn good. Maybe I’ll grab a few for me too… As she prepared a plate, she thought about her trip to see Halsin earlier in the day. She had been feeling unwell for a fortnight with nausea in the mornings. Gale was, of course, worried sick about her and insisted on a healer right away. But I can be a stubborn dwarf sometimes and thought it would go away. She could not help but grin. And it will be going away…sort of. A few more weeks hopefully. When she returned to the terrace with five cinnamon rolls, she found Gale staring dreamily at the horizon, the book and quill now on a side table. “I come bearing cinnamon rolls, love!” Agnes said, her expression as light as air.

Gale rubbed his hands together, the gold band on his left ring finger shining in the remaining daylight. “How fortunate am I to have such a talented, beautiful, thoughtful wife!” He patted the spot next to him. He took the plate from Agnes and put it on the table before hugging her. “Come here, my love.” Helping her back on the chair, he brushed her freckled cheek with his knuckles. He always looks at me with such love, such fondness…I’m the lucky one. “You know, I would’ve gotten those for you. You need to—”

She shook her head as she grabbed a cinnamon roll. “I’m alright, Gale love. In fact, Halsin said I’m not sick at all.” Taking a large bite of the roll, she practically moaned as she chewed.

Gale, for his part, laughed heartily. “Goodness me, madam! The only time you make sounds like that is in the bedroom.” He took one for himself as he kissed her red curls. “It is very heartening to see you so thoroughly enjoying this, my love. You’re always so nauseous in the mornings now. Wait,” he stopped before taking a bite. “Halsin says you’re not sick? Then, it is my theory of allergy-related sinus issues?”

Not even close. She swallowed and shook her head. “Erm, no. The nausea should subside within a few weeks, and then…” Oh dear, how much should I tease him? “Other symptoms of sorts will be presenting.”

Gale’s brown eyes widened, full of worry. “Other symptoms? Darling please, if you’re—”

She shifted next to him, the cinnamon roll already gone, and took his free hand. “For a man so brilliant, Gale love, you sometimes miss the facts in front of you.” Agnes kissed his knuckles and nuzzled his hand. “I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a father.”

For a few moments, there was silence.

I…I thought this was what we wanted? Why isn’t he saying anything?

Her fear evaporated when he let out a cry of pure joy and kissed her soundly. When he broke the kiss, tears were in his eyes and a hand rested on her belly. “A child. Our child. By the gods, our child.” The hand on her belly was now rubbing his beard. “I’ll get every book I can on pregnancy and birth, especially ones on half-dwarves. Must find a midwife as well…unless you want Halsin, since you’re comfortable with him? Or perhaps Shadowheart, though who knows if she even deals with this. Must plan and design the nursery. Oh, and I should find books on what music to play for the baby—”

Oh no. No. No. No. No. NOT NOW, GALE LOVE. Agnes wrinkled her nose and giggled, patting him on the arm. “Gale, I love you dearly, but how about you make your lists tomorrow?”

“Oh! Right! Of course, my dear.” He took both her hands in his, and Agnes was reminded of their conversation in the astral realm. The night I finally convinced him to drop all notions of using the Crown for godhood. That he is enough just as he is. That I want him just as he is. “Forgive me, I’m elated. Quite nervous. But so very excited! What a beautiful adventure we’re on, my love.” Gale pressed kisses on each of her hands. Gods, he can’t stop smiling. He’s so happy. “An adventure I never even considered, blinded by ambition as I was. However, I believe the feeling of being an omniscient, omnipotent god cannot compare to the pure and utter joy I feel right now. Gods, it feels as if my heart is going to burst from my chest. There’s so much I want to teach them, show them, tell them…” He shook his head, still smiling. “No, not just me. Us.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Oh, fuck it. Agnes blinked away tears. “Us.”

[thefringespod]

One of my favorite bands, The Strumbellas, released a full album for the first time since 2018 and this song is so Fringes-coded I am UNWELL I love this funky little Canadian alt folk band so much

[desertfangs]

post 5 songs you actually listen to and tag some followers!

Thanks to everyone who tagged me: @bubblegum-blackwood, @this-writer-needs-coffee & @covenofthearticulate! Please don't judge my terrible taste in music, I am a relic of my time.

Good Intentions by Toad the Wet Sprocket

Listen, this is embarrassing but this song appeared on the Friends soundtrack which a friend got me for Christmas on cassette because I am that many years old. I still find it incredibly relatable and Toad is one of my favorite bands of all time. (Some of their songs also remind me deeply of Lestat. But that's another post.) Lyric: "And it's hard to rely on my own good senses / When I miss so much that requires attention / Have to laugh at myself sometimes / And I can see that I'm not blind"

2. What Sarah Said - Death Cab For Cutie

I'm a huge fan of Death Cab and they are the band I've seen live the most times so it's hard to pick a favorite but songs about grief are weirdly sort of rare. This one really captures the atmosphere of being in a hospital with a loved one who's dying. My favorite lyric is "It sung like a violent wind / That our memories depend / On a faulty camera in our minds"

3. Unwell by Matchbox 20

I imprinted on this band at a young age and I love most of their stuff (I cannot get into the album North for some reason) but Unwell is just one of those songs that resonates deeply. Also it makes me think of Daniel when he goes mad. Ha! Lyrics: "I'm talkin' to myself in public, dodging glances on the train / And I know, I know they've all been talkin' about me / I can hear them whisper, and it makes me think / There must be somethin' wrong with me"

4. The Never-Ending Why by Placebo

I love the whole Battle for the Sun album but this song always hits me in the gut. It's a good driving song for some reason, too. Lyrics: "The sound of silence grows / As the spider's kiss is laid / The tumor becomes malign / But the kids are doing fine"

5. Odds Are - Barenaked Ladies

Figured I'd end on a happier note. BNL are Canada's most beloved alt-rock band or whatever. This song is just really optimistic and encouraging and honestly I need more of that in my music. Lyrics: "Sure things go wrong, but I'll take my chances / Odds are long, so why not play?"

I think everyone has probably been tagged by now since I'm late to the party but just in case: @kf-tea @rainbowcarousels @tehfanglyfish And anyone else who hasn't been tagged but wants to do it!

[magical-leek]

First Night Around The Fire

Edit: changed her from Drow to Teifling, felt like it fit the story better.

Tav took a swig of brandy, letting the bitterness sit on her tongue before swallowing the burning liquid. Her eyes drifted downward to the dancing flames of the campfire. The ribbons of smoke engulfed her, the familiar smell transported her to a memory of nights spent with Songbirds around a hearth. A smile crept across her face as she recalled exchanging pipes and bottles with her sisters while laughing at the secrets they had collected from that day's clientele. She pictured Merideth sitting stoically in a nearby rocking chair, painstakingly planning their next moves and humming a soothing tune to herself. Tav began to hum along with her; the memory felt so real that for a fleeting moment she was filled with comfort. It had only been a day since she was captured by the nautilus and had a tadpole burried in her skull. however it had felt like a lifetime since she last felt such peace. She clutched onto the memory as long as she could until a sharp voice pierced her thoughts, bringing her back to her cold reality.

“What is that infernal noise?” said Lae’zel.

“Wind by The Fireside.” Tav replied. She softly sang the tune she heard in her memory; It was a favorite of Merideths, a song she requested Tav to sing in the tavern a thousand times before.

“So as you shiver in the cold and the dark,

Look into the fire and seen in its spark—

My eye

Watching over you.

As you walk in the wind's whistling claws,

Listen past the howling wolf's jaws.

My song

Comes to you.”

Lae’zel grumbled in displeasure. “Do you have nothing better to do than sing Teeth-ling?”

"Teifling." Tav corrected, although she did not think it would make a difference to her gith companion. 

“You may be content with sitting around contemplating our death in silence. but I am not.” Said Tav. “We may as well do something to occupy our minds besides sit and think about the horrible little monsters in our heads.” 

She looked over to Wyll who sat restlessly next to her. He tapped his heels in the dirt with a chaotic rhythm and stared vacantly into the fire. His lips twitched in anticipation as if he was suppressing the urge to speak. Her suspicion of him was unwavering; from the moment their brains became entangled, she knew he had been keeping something from them, something big enough that it consumed his every thought. Her time with the Songbirds had taught her that information could be as powerful as a sword, she was determined to figure it out lest she fall victim to the unknown. However Wyll was on his guard, she knew wouldn’t get anything without making him feel comfortable first. 

“I have an idea, why doesn’t the Blade regale us with one of his famous heroics, how about it, Wyll? Tell the one where you saved a duke from a band of trolls. That one is my favorite.”

The Blade, who normally reveled in self indulgence, said nothing to her. After a moment she held out her bottle of brandy as an offering. Still, he ignored her, rocking to himself and mumbling under his breath.

“Wyll?”  She said cautiously. It was enough to break his concentration and he returned to his old cheerful disposition.

“My apologies. What were we talking about?”

Tav couldn’t help but to see his politeness as a mask placed over a cracked visage. She pressed him hoping it would reveal something of the truth he was hiding.

“Are you feeling alright? You look unwell.”

“Yes, yes…I’m just tired, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.” his voice quivered as he spoke; he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow bone. It was another crack in his reality. He was close to breaking, with a bit more time she would have her answer. However the sound of a sword unsheathing halted everything. Lae’zel had pulled out her dagger and pointed it in the direction of Wyll.

“He’s changing.” Lae’zel said abruptly.

“He was merely daydreaming.” Shadowheart interjected. “Put the dagger away before I put it away for you.”

“Calm yourself before you hurt someone…” Tav said. “No one is changing tonight, Giff.” She couldn’t help but to emphasize her mispronunciation. La’zel rolled her eyes and grumbled while she put away her dagger. 

Tav turned her attention back to Wyll. His movements were cautious so as not to alarm the others. Tav backed off, whatever it was he was hiding, she would have little chance of figuring it out tonight.  

“Nevermind Wyll. We will discuss it another time. Hopefully soon, it’s so rare that a bard gets to meet a legendary folk hero.” She said with a grin.

Wyll said nothing. He simply nodded, and bid the group goodnight as he left to find his tent. 

She looked across the firepit at Gale, who was fingering through a book of cantrips he had discovered on the road while taking copious notes in a leather bound journal. He carried the two books everywhere, even going as far as to check his pack religiously to make sure he had not lost the tomes while walking. She had observed the curious way he checked over his shoulder before writing things down. It wasn’t much to go off of, but it was enough to peak her interest.

“What is it you're working on Gale?” Tav said.

“Necromancy spells.”  He said, brimming with excitement. “Whoever wrote this book botched the translations. were lucky someone with considerable talents found this tome before anyone else got their hands on it, otherwise they would have created one hell of an explosion.” 

“You are checking the book for errors?” Tav said, noting the boisterous way in which he spoke.

“Yes! It’s always important to check over one's work before starting an incantation. I once had a colleague who fumbled over his words when reciting a spell. He was trying to summon a rain cloud, but instead he opened a portal that compressed his body into a cube of blood and flesh, the poor bastard never knew what hit him. I’ll never forget the noise…” He began to mimic the sounds of bones cracking until Tav interrupted him.

“Perhaps we should save the gorey details for another time, or perhaps we just never talk about it again.” 

Gale gladly went back to his editing. Tav grew disappointed in the lack of challenge he presented, he was not a man who hid things as much as a man who struggled to keep things in. Shadowheart on the other hand, was a real challenge. Her face lacked expression when she spoke and her mannerisms were deliberate, as if she was trained in discretion. She was a fortress unwilling to speak even the slightest detail of her life; Tav had briefly suspected her of being a fellow Songbird, but the brash manner in which she spoke was unlike that of her training.

“How about you Shadowheart?” said Tav.

“What about me?” She replied.

“Well, you strike me as the type of person with a story.”

“Well I’m not.” Shadowheart replied. Tav tried a new approach, she leaned in warmly, letting her own guard down just enough. She playfully smiled while she spoke.

“Hells, Shadowheart, I’ll die of boredom before the worm takes me out, give me something or i’ll be forced to ask Gale more details about his friends gruesome death or worse, listen to Lae’zel.”

Shadowheart laughed at this. Tav could tell she was becoming comfortable. She continued her approach with blunt playfulness. 

“Truly Shadowheart, you have nothing to tell? I mean, we share the same homeland, it can be quite a thrilling place. You must have stories from Baldur’s Gate. I mean, I have plenty.”

From behind her, a velvet voice pierced through the darkness, sending a shiver down her spine. “Let’s hear it then.” 

She turned around to find Astarion standing above her with a grin plastered across his face. He had returned from his solitary walk in the woods. He sat down next to her, and stretched out his arms to the fire for warmth. He smelled pungently of earth and sweat as if he’d been deeply immersed in mud, but his body remained remarkably clean. His porcelain skin beamed like a star against the black of the night.

“Go on.” He said.

“What are you talking about?” Tav said sharply.

“Well, you are so eager to get everyone else talking, yet you hold your cards very close to your chest. So let’s hear it.” 

He stared at her with piercing red eyes and a tight lipped smirk she found difficult to read. Her mind began to race as she wondered what it was that he wanted. Had he somehow discovered what she was doing? Or worse, did he know who she really was? After all, he was baldurian and a magistrate no less. Many magistrates called upon the Songbirds to extract secrets of their suspects before trial; he could have easily been a benefactor to them and simply toyed with her for the fun of it. This was a possibility, however, if he did know what she was, she would not give him the satisfaction of making her sweat. She smiled at him and relaxed her back against a nearby log, newly composed.

 “I have no issue with speaking, I am trained for it after all. I worked at a tavern on the west end of Baldur’s Gate, called The Nesting Grounds. I am an apprentice for the owner, Merideth Gotye.”

Astarion threw his head back and laughed. Her companions crinkled their brows and looked at one another in curiosity. Tav’s mind began to race again as she tried to come up with a deflection to whatever it was he was about to say.

 “How unexpected, you are full of surprises, aren’t you?” Astarion said.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She replied. 

“The Nesting Grounds is not just a tavern. It's a brothel.”

Tav smiled, and relaxed in her seat confident he knew nothing. “How antiquated. We prefer the term companion house.” 

“You're a prostitute?” Shadowheart said with wide eyes.

“No need to be so shocked by it all, I mean honestly I’m sure all of you who have stumbled into a brothel after a night of too much ale.” Tav looked to Lae’zel, who was picking dirt out of her fingernails with a blade. She amended her statement. “Well, most of you.” 

The silence built among the fire. Tav found joy in the discomfort of her companions, so long as they didn’t know about the songbirds, she could live with their awkward revelations of her side business. 

“Does this upset your sensibilities, Elf?” She said, turning back to Astarion.

“Hardly, but It does make you all the more interesting.”

“Trust me, you couldn’t afford me.” She replied.

 Tav felt a great relief as she regained control of the conversation, however she still knew nothing about this man, save that he tried to kill her without a second thought. Out of all of her companions, he was the one she feared the most. She could read the others like books, look at them and study their behaviors until she knew their intentions. However when she looked at him she found only darkness masked with coy humor.

“You said you were a magistrate?” Tav asked.

“Indeed.” Astarion replied. 

“Which sort of magistrate?”

“What kind of question is that?”

She spoke with bravado, and puffed out her chest. “Well, are you a defender of the people? Helping bring justice to those who desire it?”

“There is no gold in good deeds.” Astarion replied.

“Ah, the classic corrupt magistrate, and a brazen one too. What a treat.” Said Tav.

“It is not corrupt to choose cases that interest me, darling. It just so happens that what interests me is a full coin purse. Besides, it’s not as if your profession is brimming with morality.” He paused and turned to her with a smile she was learning to detest. “In fact, I think we are a lot more alike than you think.”

Tav furrowed her brow at him. “Selling your body and time to wretches and cheating husbands is a lot like being a magistrate?”

“Well, We both work with people, sometimes unsavory people, ones that make requests of us that others would find…distasteful.” Astarion said.

Tav held her breath, did he know her or was he toying with her? After all, she had always been careful with him. The consequences of an exposed Songbird agent was death, for all of her recklessness, she knew this all too well. However she could not account for the worm that now connected them. It was entirely possible that he had seen who she was through her thoughts as she had seen into his.

 Remembering what Merideth had taught her, Tav did the only thing she could do in these situations, deflect. “Fair enough, but I do hope that if I am to fall into legal trouble, you are the one sitting in the big chair.” 

She stood, lifting her bottle of brandy to study the contents. She took one last swig of the bottle and discarded it behind a log.

“All gone, that must mean it’s time for bed.” She bid her companions goodnight before returning to her bed roll, feeling the eyes of the pale elf on her back the entire way.