#this post is about peterick. if you care

[wearenemies]

starting a collection

[earlgreytea68]

Sorry - you mentioned that I Don’t Care was written by Patrick when he was angry at Pete. Do you have any context around this? I’ve not heard that before. Thanks!

Like much about this band, I have pulled this together based on a couple of stories floating around. I feel like I have seen various statements that have kind of been like, "Patrick was angry at Pete and he said to him something to the effect of, "I don't care anymore. I'm going to write a song and I'm going to call it 'I Don't Care,' that's how much I don't care."

One of them is this story from Neal Avron:

The pair had another argument over how Folie should sound. Pete didn’t agree with Patrick’s vision, and Patrick rage wrote two songs as a ‘fuck you’ to Pete, which became Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes and I Don’t Care… “I definitely can tell you that was the case for I Don’t Care. That was actually written in my studio. Patrick was in a terrible mood, I’d just put together a whole studio, and I had a vocal booth that I had stuffed a drum kit into. Patrick was playing, we were working on pre-production for the third record, and I think Patrick said, ‘Hold on a second…’ He was on a long phone call with Pete, then he threw one of the drum sticks against the wall, and I was like, ‘Hey! That’s my fuckin’ brand new studio you’re doing that to (laughs)!’ Then he told me about it, and then he literally wrote I Don’t Care. He literally didn’t care!”

Also, there's another interview, and I cannot find it now but I've seen it on a Tumblr post that I've reblogged in the past with commentary even, but my Peterick tag is such a mess by this point... But in the interview, Patrick says something like, "I was angry at Pete, and I was like, 'I'm going to write a song and I'm not going to put any love into it at all, SO THERE. Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-DUH.'" The two songs in question he wrote like that were Disloyal Order and I Don't Care. But because I've heard them more often say that there was a big fight around I Don't Care, to me that's the song that stands out as being the one that was really the quintessential disintegrating-relationship-between-them song. Pete says in the same interview that he thinks "I Don't Care" is perfect but Patrick clearly wrote it in a state from the testimony of himself and of Neal Avron.

Of course, the most wonderful thing about the song is Patrick was angry and wanted to write a song about how much he didn't care, and the lyric is: I don't care what you think...as long as it's about me. Hahaha, Patrick, that song is not really sending the dismissive message of independent indifference that you think lol

[twinkskeletons]

I haven’t cared about bandom or fob in many years but Peterick always has a piece of my heart so I think you or someone needs to post Petes story about his grandpa’s warship the SS. Stump and how at his own grandpa’s funeral he was talking about FATE AND DESTINY with Patrick…like it’s literally beautiful and eternal

augh..

[petefromarma]

why is top/bottom discourse even a thing?/gen. if you go all the way back on the peterick ao3 tag it's mostly (implied) switch stuff and a lot of the og peterick shippers on livejournal like it both ways. I feel like it wasn't until the 2010s when bottom patrick became more prevalent

i feel like…this might be my own personal bias since bottom patrick is what i read but for me, 2000s peterick seemed evenly split with bottom patrick being slightly more popular, then 2013-2020-ish was the bottom patrick era, and now it’s evenly split with bottom pete being slightly more popular, in terms of general fics. if you go into more specialized stuff tho like a/b/o, puppy play, etc, it depends on the trope

as for why it’s a thing i think people just like to argue lol whether they’re being lighthearted or serious about it. for people who get serious about it i think it’s more for them about other issues but they don’t want to talk about these issues plainly for whatever reason so they would rather express these feelings through a manner in which they aren’t immediately regarded with such seriousness

for me whenever i post about it i am mostly joking lol i don’t like peterick with bottom pete and it’s not something i read often but i could not care less whether people prefer bottom pete or write bottom pete fic. primarily i think it’s funny the way people complain about bottom patrick fic as if the fandom is currently overrun with it because that is simply not the case

i feel like it’s certainly become more of a Thing during the 2020s i don’t think people used to argue much about this in fob fandom at all but imo in general top/bottom discourse is just more of a Thing in all fandoms now, which is probably due to like, increased volatility among fans and in fandom in general, yk? everyone is mad all the time and want something to fight about lol

[shark-myths]

writing patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @carbonbased000 and already cringing because i am aware of certain aspersions cast upon my writing and they're all true. every single one of these is going to be either a fragment or a run-on that thinks it's clever.

“For god’s sake, Mr. Wentz, it’s the fifth time this week.” (Fall Asleep, Phone in Hand - peterick, the pillow talk au)

“It’s a money pit,” Andy says, standing on the cracked flagstones leading to Pete’s new front door. (The House on Rosewood Lane, peterick, the way i processed my trauma about having to move with 3 days' notice)

The things you get stuck on end up defining you, I think. (a man can't stand, a man can't breathe, a man can't see - lawrusso, a fic i for some reason decided to write in FIRST PERSON, truly wild of me)

Resolution #1:  Never Kiss Patrick Stump (Promise You Anything, a charming peterick about new years' resolutions)

Driving feels so good tonight. (Made One Way, lawrusso)

If Tony took up weapons, engineering, and scotch whisky to get the approval of dear old dad, well, it doesn’t take all that long to realize his disapproval is a lower-hanging fruit. (Iron Mother, part 2 of my genderbent iron man series described by @alienfuckeronmain as "none of those words are in the bible")

You’re still dreaming of his fists. (the gutter where we found it, lawrusso, god i love writing in second person and johnny lawrence is perfect for it)

It’s the first night in their first place, just the two of them. (sorry i'm not made of sugar, girl out boy, an odd melancholy little thing)

Maybe this is where it starts. (Iron Maiden, part 1 of the abovementioned)

The worst thing about the elf ears is what they do to her hair. (merry christmas, i could care less, girl out boy, another bittersweet little look into their lives! this one was meant to cheer up dafne and uhhh probably didn't)

The pattern is punchy little lines that vary in their effectiveness as hooks, I think! But the main takeaway for me is that I adopt genre conventions enthusiastically, and you can tell from the first line most of the time what genre I'm writing in and what emotional notes I'm going for with the overarching story. Let's play with last lines next.

i tag @27-royal-teas @alienfuckeronmain @leyley09 @earlgreytea68 guys i don't know who else is writing right now! please help yourselves to this one.

[abovetherainandroses]

i just realized our askbox was closed and i have now opened it in case anyone cares and wants to talk to us about fob or peterick… pls and thank you

(please see pinned post if you’re confused why i’m saying “our” and “us”—there’s two of us here!)

[around-your-throat]

oh wow i looked it up wow that's fun.

tl;dr: they were my friend that i met through bandom and we had a falling out because IMO our personalities didn't fit. turned out they had a lot more grievances than i realized

i met that person when i was 17 going on 18. not to split hairs on something so minute but if most of the argument is "i was a whole ass adult and should know better" then i was also not an adult.

i was so excited when we met because they were the only one into bandom in my city (1 of the 2 that i knew in the entire country). i've never found a fandom person irl so i might have been too enthusiastic about the friendship and wanted to hang out and talk about fob and bandom all the time. i treated them like how i would my normal friends eg. making a lot of sex jokes and talking about all that stuff because that's just teens stuff and it's what i did when i was 15 too. i DO realize now that that was def inappropriate and i should've been more careful when hanging out with someone younger. that is entirely my fault

but a lot of the things was like. i read a public nsfw fic they posted to their public ao3 account. it was definitely public because that's where i found them (on ao3) and i didn't have a problem because obviously every kid wrote smut fanfics, that was a normal thing to me. i did read it out loud as an asshole not realizing they're taking a joke too far so they got mad at me and after that we went back to talking normally. at that point i still thought we were joking around and they were just embarrassed but it turned out that it was a really big deal. that WAS my bad and i did feel bad about it even until now but like 100% no one else heard it, i was speaking at a normal volume in a coffee shop where people don't even speak english

the point is they definitely did not set as clear boundaries as they're making it out to be because everything was just jokey sarcastic ughh i hate you and then keep talking like normal after. i guess i'm always weird and fucking stupid and run jokes into the ground because i remember i was also like waterparks sucks awsten knight sucks (which was supposed to be ironic because i listened to ALL of their music) to jab at them for being a big parxie but turned out they were genuinely hurt by it. fucking things like that

every point i make in this makes me want to pull my hair out in a "what am i fucking doing" as a staunchly anti-personal-drama-being-spread-on-the-internet-as-if-anyone-needs-to-know person BUT i just. did not tell them to write nsfw fanfics. they told ME to write them a nsfw peterick fanfic as an apology for reading theirs. to be VERY CLEAR i don't have a problem with it and i'm not gonna be like see they were the weird one!!! because that shit is not a big deal

this is like personal and tea spilling but that person had a very obvious crush on me that i never acknowledged because i Did Not want to deal with it, and also not my problem. i remember a mutual friend saying once that i should ask them out and i got kinda weirded out and a bit later i thought that those two must've been talking about me or something because i'm paranoid and shit so i was hypervigilant in making sure everything i said was obvious i was completely disinterested. you cannot fucking imagine how devastating it is to finally make a friend who is on the same wavelength as you and realizing that they're into you. i was acting dense as a fucking brick trying to say the most platonic friends thing in every conversation

obviously i did it wrong / wasn't as vigilant as i thought / was still too affectionate because the things they said when we fell out, made me think they probably thought some things i did were romantic or had hidden intentions behind it. which is why they thought i was touching them weird when i was probably being touchy or had antsy hands. one thing they called me out on was how i implied we should "make out under the bleachers" when i remember very vividly that was me telling them about a common trope in american pop culture. or when i showed them cold weather by glass beach because "I think it's so gay that we really both feel the same way" is a funny lyric but they used it in a post about me, i didn't think about the implications because i'm fucking stupid i guess but that's just one of my favorite songs.

also i don't know if they have problems with that mutual friend but that friend is my age and we all definitely talked about the same fucking stuff. i was looking back at our chatlogs and saw that they said they were writing smut fanfics with that friend, for example.

if we're not pulling any punches here then honestly, if you had a falling out with someone and you said they were lowkey a groomer and posting a dozen callout posts and stories about everything weird and awful they did then maybe you ARE a little chronically online. the only thing i said in response to those was that i didn't want to fight and we should stop being friends and that is ALL i will say because i respect internet privacy than proving someone wrong 🧘

apparently you groomed someone on twitter?

?????

[judasisgayriot]

now you’re gone but I’ll be ok your hot whiskey eyes have fanned the flame maybe I’ll burn a little brighter tonight let the fire breathe me back to life??

I will sing to you every day if it will take away the pain oh and I heard you got it got it so bad cause I am the best you’ll never have??

[annoyingfobbie]

had an insane day and the adrenaline still hasn’t worn off, could you pls spare a fic idea or hc to calm my nerves ❤️😭 can be whatever you like x

i literally JUST posted my most recent fic, so if that helps at all, here it is https://archiveofourown.org/works/37374631

but fic ideas/hcs: okay so I have this one fic idea where pete plays soccer for his college and Patrick is an 18 year old who needs another PE credit to graduate, so to get around having to Actually Do PE he signs up as the waterboy for the colleges soccer team. so like he's there carrying water bottles around and handing them to the players and shit like that. and all the players are generally kind of mean to him and tease him and shit, but pete is really nice and also really hot and sweaty and takes his shirt off all the time and patrick is like totally drooling over him. and pete just thinks hes SO cute and adorable and he's always blushing at the smallest things so Pete is always really subtly flirting with him. anyways, perfect opportunity for some sort of locker room scene where patrick walks in and pete is in the showers or whatever.

I also have this idea of a fem Peterick au based off Patricks song Allie, where they were besties when they were younger and patrick was totally in love with pete but obviously never did anything about it bc she thought of pete as just older and cooler and herself as lame and boring. so anyways they get older and move away and one day patrick is about to preform at this club with her small band and they always open with the song Allie (which is really about Pete) but then she geos up there and starts singing and pete is RIGHT THERE IN THE AUDIENCE. and the song is like SO obviously about her, and pete is just standing there at the bar looking at patrick and smiling all knowingly and patrick wants to DIE but keeps playing and singing and shit. afterwards, patrick tries to like escape and run away without pete seeing her but she finds her and is all like "was that about me? awwww how cute" and patrick is like dying of embaressment and pete is having so much fun with it and in the end they fuck

okay last one, i have this idea where patrick goes off to college, and he's been dating pete for about a year before that and is used to pete always being around whenever he goes out and at parties and clubs and shit like that. but now patrick is out at college and everything is super new to him and he's away from Pete. and like every time he goes to a party or anything, there are always a ton of guys flirting w him and shit, bc like, he's super cute and hot and everyone wants him. but he's sort of oblivious because he's super innocent and he and pete haven't even ever done anything (bc pete wants to be all careful, bc patrick is young). so one day pete visits his campus and patrick takes him out to a party and pete sees how all these guys are all over patrick and he gets soooooo posessive and like at one point this dude is being kind of asshole-y with patrick and flirting with him and stuff and pete totally punches him in the face

okay those are some ideas hope that helped 😭

[folieapeterpanda]

Looking for a peterick rp partner. Can play either Pete or Patrick! MUST be 18+ and comfortable with n.sfw. prefer lit/semi-lit. As long as you give me enough to move the scene forward I really don't care about length but on occasion, it's definitely fun to dive deeper with replies! I aim to match length!

Message me or interact with this post and I'll come to you if interested! XO

I use the following platforms:

disc.ord (dm me)

ki.k (folieapeterpanda)

w.ire (folieapeterpanda)

ins.tagram (hookedstump)

also would love the following peterick aus:

ybc

america’s suitehearts

a little less sixteen candles

literally anything give it to me

[earlgreytea68]

that's always how I've interpreted at elvis duran moment and the post hiatus vibe tbh. That they wanted less focus on the peterick of it all esp the more ott performative stuff for a lot of reasons both personal and professional but that led to a certain element of holding back a little in public ie cutting off a natural casual touch and just being pretty physically Aware? But it's been 10 years and maybe that boundary isn't as important as it was and they care less about maintaining it lol

I think there's just so much less focus on them in the world generally that probably everything is much easier to deal with. Like, I'm sure every tiny thing was absolutely overwhelming for them ten years ago (and pre-hiatus) and things have just calmed way down and everything is less of a big deal.

Also they got older and when you get older I think you do often relax a little more into exactly who you are and whatever, other people will just have to deal with it, you care a little less what they think.

Also also we just went through a pandemic that really made everyone think hard about what they value in life and I genuinely think they were like, "whatever, we value each other, let's stop freaking out about it beyond that."

[fakeoldmanfucker]

10 + peterick?

Thank you for the prompt!! I got a little bit carried away (word count is 1006 exactly), but it was really fun! Here’s a little post-hiatus fic for ya! Hope you enjoy <3

10. spooning at night

“Patrick?” Pete whispers, the sound nearly lost in the perpetual rattling of the bus down the East coast. "You awake?"

There's no answer from inside the singer's bunk, and Pete fights back the disappointment that’s beginning to crawl its way up his throat. He's an Adult now, and he slept fine for more than three years without Patrick.

(This is a lie. Sometimes he imagines he didn't sleep at all during the hiatus. A part of him knows this is an exaggeration, that it's just the dramatic part of his mind bemoaning a loss he didn't know how to process, but it rings true nonetheless.)

He starts to turn to go back to his bunk, planning to listen to Phantogram and stare at the ceiling until the rest of the bus wakes up, but then an arm flops out from behind the curtain of the bunk.

He stares. "Patrick?" he repeats, just a little louder.

A muffled groan reaches his ears. " 'm awake," Patrick mumbles, sounding very much not.

Pete stares at the forearm and tries not to feel like a creep. This was a mistake. Things have changed, he can’t just expect things to go back the way they were before.

(Except. Except Patrick sat him down the first day of tour and said, tone completely serious and eyes not leaving his, that he would be there. That if Pete needs anything, all he has to do is ask. That they’re best friends, and that hasn’t changed. Wouldn’t ever change.

After so long chasing breadcrumbs, this statement of devotion buoyed Pete up for a solid two weeks, even if it wasn’t exactly the statement he wanted to hear the most.)

“Go back to sleep, Trick. I’m okay,” Pete responds, and he tries to make it true, tries to merge the words into his grey matter, melt them into his marrow.

(He never really succeeds. Tonight is no different.)

Patrick rolls furthur out of the bunk, poking his head out into the small walkway. His eyes are bleary, hair plastered to his forehead from turning back and forth in his sleep, a habit he gets on tour when he can’t stretch out on a proper bed. He squints at Pete, due more to the lack of glasses than any blinding light; it’s nearly pitch black. “Can’t sleep?”

Pete tries to send a carefree, frivolous grin back at him through the dark, but he misses by about a mile. He lets it fade. “Uh, yeah.”

Patrick blinks at him a couple times, long and slow. Then he gets completely out of the bunk, standing next to Pete with only a few inches between them. He can almost feel Patrick’s breath on his cheek, a phantom feeling that might be a memory, or maybe it’s just a dream.

(When they were kids, before everything happened, when they were just nothing-shells filled with the helium of unfulfilled hopes, there was never any space between them. Crammed together in the back of vans, in too small beds, Patrick hunched over Pete’s shoulder to half-glimpse the scrawl of maybe-lyrics, they breathed each other’s air without thought. Dreamt the same dreams and wished the same wishes and promised the same promises.

They broke them all, too. One after the other, a cascade of smashing mirrors. Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky.

You know what they say: thirtieth time’s the charm.)

Patrick brushes by him, running a hand over his face, or maybe through his hair, to wake himself up. It’s really too dark to see. He looks over his shoulder when he notices Pete’s not following. “C’mon, Dream. There’s more room in the lounge.”

Pete doesn’t have to be told twice, almost scrambling to follow him. “Dream? No, if anyone I’m Delirium. Or-”

“Don’t say Destruction, Pete,” Patrick warns, gentle but entirely serious.

Pete allows his mouth to snap softly shut, halted in his tracks. The ways in which Patrick knows what Pete’s going to say, sometimes before even Pete does, are still uncanny. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it.

He continues to follow Patrick into the lounge, mute. But then the younger man lays down on the sofa and presses all the way against the back cushions and opens his arms and really, what is Pete supposed to do except open his mouth and pray that the right words come out.

“Patrick…” he says uncertainly, wanting to give in so badly it aches to remain standing.

The other man just looks at him, an indulgent smile half-curled across his face. The rest of it is blurred by sleepy relaxation and shadow. “C’mere, Pete.”

And he’s never been strong enough to resist Patrick, not a decade ago and not now, more than half-hidden in darkness, feeling like they’re the only two people on the bus, in the state, in the world, even. So he lays down and tries not to breathe too much, holds himself stiff with an inch between them, even though it means he’s more off the sofa than on it.

Patrick sighs, and Pete can feel the puff of air on the back of his neck.

“Patrick…” he says again, not protesting, not really. Just saying the only thing he knows how to right now.

“Tomorrow,” Patrick murmurs, slinging an arm over Pete’s waist and drawing him closer. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Pete leans into the touch, heavy and deliberate, and almost laughs at the absurdity of trying to resist. It’s like a fish breathing air, like planets defying gravity, like a bird that doesn’t fly. Hopeless, useless, foolish. “Tomorrow,” he echoes, and lets the gentle promise of it soothe him.

He falls asleep almost immediately. He’ll be ashamed of it in the morning, maybe. He might flinch away from the implication, deny it with sharp, clever words that twirl him away from the trappings of any potentially difficult conversations. Or he might not care at all.  He might just let himself enjoy the warmth and security of Patrick pressed against him. It’s possible, even probable; stranger things have happened, after all.

From touching prompts

[1833outboy]

hello yes, it is i, a person desperate for content. i’ve gone through all of the fics on your last peterick fic rec, you wouldn’t have any more by chance? so sorry to bother you ahaha i’m just craving peterick yk? i will literally give you my firstborn

hello! so sorry this is so late, it took a while to put together. i think the last (and only, iirc) rec list i did is like 2 years old, so i’m definitely due to make a new one! (old rec list is here, for anyone interested)

completed fics

with the moon in his arms by miserylovedme [e, 40k+] pete is a merman who saves patrick’s life.

show me a truman by awkwardgturtle [e, 35k+] a series of fics featuring pete in a truman show au.

schrodingerverse by @earlgreytea68 [m, 20k+] the first fic in this series is probably like... one of my favourite fics ever, for various reasons. pete decides to get a tinder, patrick joins him and pete realises his feelings for his bff may not be quite so platonic. also pete has an adorable son. the other fics in the series are about life during quarantine and they’re wonderful too. 

louder than bombs by @sn1tchesandtalkers [e, 18k] fun fact about me - i love apocalyptic, end of days type shit. it’s my jam and one day i’ll write my own zombie fic or something similar. i don’t really need to though, because snitches wrote this end of days van days fic and it’s perfect. it’s not zombies, it’s nuclear fallout, and it’s full of hurt/comfort, angst, and dumb boys being dumb. (it’s also a complement fic to @das-verlorene-kind ‘s amazing art!)

a handful of hopeful words by @carbonbased000 [t, 15k] pete is a best selling author in the midst of a divorce, patrick is his editor. the pining in this!! also, i love pete’s voice very much. so good. 

abstract impressions by @folie-aplusieurs [e, 44k+] a hiatus fic that focuses on patrick’s ‘we liked you better fat’ blog post and his feelings prior to the reunion as pete places himself back into patrick’s life and offers some comfort.

the kiss scene by @hum-my-name [g, 33k] a peter pan theatre au! with lots of peter pan parallels. super cute.

ever brave by @the-chaotic-panda [m, 21k] another post apocalyptic au, this time with pete as an alien robot who should be killing humans like patrick, but instead decides to save him. i love this fic. lots of lovely hurt/comfort. 

don’t want to be a footnote by @shark-myths [m, 45k+] patrick is a lawyer without a family who decides to put in an ad for a husband and son on craigslist to give merit to a white lie he’s being telling his coworkers. pete answers his call. featuring a wonderfully villainous joe trohman. 

sanctuary (a feral tale) by @glitterandrocketfuel [m, 20k] an a/b/o van days fic where the boys crash the van and have to head over to the mysterious cookietown until it’s fixed. i suppose technically it’s a christmas fic, but i found myself rereading it in the middle of june tbh; it’s that good, y’know.

little red riding hoodie by @laudanumcafe [e, 10k] an a/b/o little red riding hood au with pete the great big softie of a wolf. funny and charming! 

“don’t you want your heart eaten?” asked the fire by @carbonbased000 & @andwhatyousaid [e, 34k]  a howls moving castle au! i’ve never seen/read howls, but this fic is beautiful and magical.

come into the water by @das-verlorene-kind [e, 34k]  another pete the merman fic! this is the perfect fish out of water story.

i am collapsing star with tunnel vision (but only for you) by @toorational [m, 15k] pete is injured during a show. lots of lovely hurt/comfort!

wips

crooked love by @sn1tchesandtalkers [e] patrick is a corporate asshole who uses sex to relieve stress. pete’s all too happy to help.

the music or the misery by @carbonbased000 [e] a high fidelity au!

you’re the culmination of everything i’ve never had by @earlgreytea68 [m] pete’s a big movie star who walks into quiet little patrick’s record store.

husband on the payroll by @das-verlorene-kind [e] marriage of convenience turns into feelings!

power on by @folie-aplusieurs [unrated] patrick is an android that falls into pete’s possession. pete doesn’t care for androids, but patrick is no ordinary robot.

from now on we are by @hum-my-name [unrated] an enemies to lovers fic where patrick agrees on a dangerous bet in order to save his father’s record studio.

love in the middle of a firefight by @smalltalktorture [e] a lovers to enemies to friends to lovers fic with patrick the paramedic and pete the firefighter, featuring boyfriend bob the bastard cop. 

like a wave by @the-chaotic-panda [e] patrick goes on vacation, away from his wife and his kids, to set his mind at ease. then he meets pete.

one day we’ll get nostalgic for disaster by heavensgate [e] an eternal sunshine of the spotless mind au! 

reasons to breathe by throwingupsparkles [e] pete the single dad falls for his kid’s music teacher.

franz kafka, frank zappa by @battylite [e] a slowburn about falling in and out of love, in which navigating young adulthood is just as complicated as it seems.

i also recommend checking out the other stuff these authors have written!! i could’ve just listed everything a whole bunch of these authors ever wrote, but then this post would be very long and i would never be finished.

also, while i’m here: here’s my stuff, most of it from last year when i knew how to write. 

i know i’ve unintentionally missed a lot of awesome authors, so please feel free to add more!

[bandpants]

1-20!!!

Bold of you to assume I can count to 20 💚

One day I will learn how to do read mores on mobile, but for now have my sincerest apologies

1. 2005/06? Whenever I heard our lawyer told us and asked for FUTCT fnsjbdbd

2. Oh God you're making me pick??? Uhhhh WAMS; Pavlove; Bishop's Knife Trick; You're Crashing, But You're No Wave; Phoenix

3. Either Folie or SRAR

4. 2013!! God that comeback was so so good. A whole album made into music videos? I assume the comeback tours were amazing too but someone was living in a province that American bands don't visit

5. Probably SRAR for the reasons above. Don't get me wrong, I LOVED folie bc that's when I REALLY got into fob but. That comeback

6. I mean. I joined at the tail end of IOH era and would probably keep it that way!

7. I loved the aesthetics of pre-hiatus, but im gonna choose post-hiatus bc they genuinely seem happier

8. Once, on the blink 182 reunion tour! I was supposed to go a second time fo the mania tour, but roommate troubles made me cancel that plan and sell the tickets.

9. I was deffo a peterick in like. 08/09 but idk if I'm gonna write fic about fob its gonna be platonic shenanigans

10. God I dont even know. Timbaland again?

11. Four! And more from deviantart when I was active on there

12. Our Lawyer Told Us was a track on NHL 06 and lil baby me was like "oh shit this is good actually"

13. Honestly just thank them for their music helping me through some tough times and inspiring me to this day

14. Either irresistible or I dont care (spaghetti cat edition)

15. I'm sure there's more but. This is what I have on my phone

16. God, this question. You're making me choose? I'm just gonna pick from the Timbaland song because picking from a fob song feels like picking a favourite child

"Smash the mirror/and break the palm reader's hand/I want to be better than I am"

17. Disloyal Order. Folie helped me through a lot of tough times growing up and listening to that song feels like coming home

18. Yes but im not showing it because it was made in like 2008-2012 and most of it doesn't reflect my values anymore

19. Pizza 💚

20. Bruh theyre already good as a four piece. I wish Pete's dogs would make appearances in music videos again tho

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Tagged by @1833outboy​!! Very excited about this one!

The rules are: shuffle one of your playlists and for the first 3 songs that play, you have to write 3 fic prompts around those songs.

1. Burn The House Down by AJR

Used to keep it cool Used to be a fool All about the bounce in my step Watch it on the news Whatcha gonna do? I could hit refresh and forget Used to keep it cool Should I keep it light? Stay out of the fight? No one's gonna listen to me If I write a song Preaching what is wrong Will they let me sing on TV? Should I keep it light? Is that right? (Is that right?)

Prompt: The bright-eyed dreamer of a wannabe musician, moving to the new city with a guitar on their back and fantasies of a world nicer than it really is. It’s a dream that cracks slowly, their naivety chipped away at with each realization of just how messed up the world is. Cruel comments on the streets, an industry with more shit than the billboards show, and an overall mess of a system set up for the people. Our main character wonders whether giving in and going along with it is really how to make it-- And then enter Character B. The one with the hard edges and the cynical eyes, the one who spits back at the world and refuses to give up-- the one who finds this bright-eyed dreamer and says, “let’s make some music that’s gonna make a difference.”

2. Eyes Closed by Halsey

Now if I keep my eyes closed he looks just like you But he'll never stay, they never do Now if I keep my eyes closed he feels just like you But you've been replaced I'm face to face with someone new

Prompt: The easy prompt would be to do the post-breakup angst but I never like to take the easy route so let’s mix it up a bit. Let’s look at just these lines and make it, possibly, angstier.

Person’s A partner is the someone new. Someone who’d had to hide and lie about who they really were, playing a role and accidentally falling in love while doing it. Because Person B has secrets that could hurt Person A but they never expected to fall in love-- and they certainly never expected Person A to find out the truth. Person A can’t see Person B the same way, their very perception of them changed because it turns out they might not have ever known them to begin with. But knowing that Person B is a liar doesn’t make it any easier to fall out of love. So now begins a series of meetings and an arrangement that’s simply meant to be physical. They meet at night and pretend nothing changed. And, in the morning, they’re both left lying next to someone who might as well be a stranger, and wondering when they’ll be strong enough to stop (or, hopefully, actually talk and realize they do love each other and can make it work).

3. Her Sweet Kiss from the Witcher Soundtrack

Her current is pulling you closer And charging the hot, humid night The red sky at dawn is giving a warning, you fool Better stay out of sight I’m weak my love, and I am wanting If this is the path I must trudge I welcome my sentence Give to you my penance Garrotter, jury and judge

But the story is this She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

Prompt: (Had to work hard to shove away my original ideas about this song so let’s hope this works).

Enemies-to-lovers, forbidden love. They’re on opposite sides of whatever the conflict is-- the more dramatic, the better. Somewhat of a Romeo and Juliet situation with a bit more scheming-- because, you see, Person A has been tasked with seducing Person B in order to somehow weaken the other side. I’m imagining the most dramatic situation here and thinking of how Person A is doing this to gain information and then have Person B killed. It’s horrid work, at first, the two hating each other until something gives, until something changes (I don’t know what, just that it does) and it’s suddenly so much easier to pretend to be in love. But then it’s suddenly not pretending-- and it’s suddenly Person A’s loyalty to their side versus their new romance.

(If this is all too cliche and predictable, you can also write it from Person’s B perspective-- a perspective where they find out about Person A’s plan at some point but can’t bring themself to care about the danger. “I welcome my sentence, give to you my penance-- garrotter, jury and judge...” -- this is someone who, for some reason, needs love so much that they’re willing to risk it all. Perhaps their side doesn’t care for them. Perhaps they’ve been mistreated and never knew what it felt like to be cherished until someone from the other side showed up with pretty words and a loving smile. Person B has been alone for so long that they don’t care Person A is using them-- until, of course, their side finds out and considers them a traitor, and the real conflict begins)

I... I, uh. I clearly got a bit carried away with this. Bonus points if you can tell which fandom I was thinking of for each. I’m in three main fandoms now (peterick, merlin, Jaskier The Witcher) so one of each.

I truly do not know who has already been tagged so... if you see this and wanna do it, go for it!

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February Writing Prompts

February 3rd- Able

Fandom: Fall Out Boy

Ship: Peterick

Started Writing: January 31, 2020

Finished Writing: February 3, 2020

Length: 746

Triggers: A little bit of anxiety, not panic attack level stuff but just nerves. IDK If that will trigger anyone so better safe than sorry. Minor self-deprecation but we shut that down real quick.

AU: None

Era: Folie a Deux

Note: Angst. Lots of Angst ahead. I’ve also really cut the wire on this one. Finished it the day I need to post it. That’s gonna happen for a lot of these

Patrick kept his eyes trained on the floor, his heart pounding in his chest. He normally wasn’t this nervous during performances but the response to Folie hadn’t been the best and it was starting to rattle Patrick’s nerves just a bit. What if the fans hated that they were going to play songs from Folie? What if they started booing. What if this was the end of the band as they knew it?

Patrick knew it wasn’t logical to think this way. The fans would probably just have a fun time like all the other shows. He knew in the back of his mind they wouldn’t care. He knew they wouldn’t mind it. There was no reason for the true fans of the band to be upset, besides they had bought the tickets to go see them. It wasn’t like they would just pretend they had no idea that Folie had just come out. Right?

While Patrick was lost in his inner turmoil, Pete had noticed and was increasingly worried for his best friend. It wasn’t like Patrick to be this nervous before the performances. It’s not like Patrick had super bad stage fright. Sure, the younger got nervous from time to time but never to this much of an extent. So after a while of worrying and not doing anything about it. Pete decided to do something about it. What? He wasn’t sure yet but it was that or nothing and he couldn’t just let Patrick deal with this on his own.

So, like any supportive friend would, Pete walked up to Patrick and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. He was just testing the waters, trying to get a gauge on how worried Patrick actually was. When the singer looked up at him with wide, round eyes, Pete knew that was when he needed to step in with the full ‘You won’t be sad if I can do anything about it’ hug. He enveloped Patrick into a hug and he could feel how tense his friend was. This wasn’t good. Not at all.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You usually aren’t this nervous before we go out to perform.” Pete said softly, trying to coax whatever answer he could out of Patrick. The singer let out a small whine and buried his face into Pete’s shoulder, not wanting to talk. Well that was no good. Patrick not answering him was almost as bad as Patrick being mad at him. Almost.

“Patrick?” Pete questioned, not unlike a mom who was trying to get her kid to confess to something he swore he didn’t do. “You need to talk to me ‘Trick. Can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Another whine came from Patrick, but Pete knew he was making some sort of progress with him. Sometimes it just took a while to get Patrick to open up. But Pete knew how to get his friend to open up when he wanted to. It just took some coaxing and maybe a bit of bribery depending on what the issue was. “Pattycakes, you need to speak english. I don’t speak Patrick-whine” He said.

Patrick let out a sigh and faced Pete. There we go. That’s better. “You should learn.” Patrick mumbled and Pete resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Before Pete could respond Patrick was looking at the ground again and Pete was worried he’d lost him to the nervous thoughts again. But this time Patrick spoke. “What if they don’t like us anymore?” He asked.

It was so quiet Patrick almost didn’t hear him, “What?” Pete asked. Patrick looked up at him. “What if they don’t like us anymore? What if we can’t- What if I can’t make them happy anymore?”

So that was the issue. Pete could fix that one. “Patrick, they’re going to love you. Trust me.” He said and Patrick just shook his head. This prompted Pete to grab his friend’s shoulders and look him dead in the eye. “Patrick, they will love you. I promise. They’ll love you and the concert will go fine. You’re capable of pleasing them ‘Trick. You’re amazing. Just go out there and do what you do best.”

“And what’s that?” Patrick asked. Pete smiled. “You sing until your lungs give out and you make the audience feel like they’re in heaven. And the best part is, you do that all on your own.” He said seriously. “Now let's go give them a killer performance.”