#traffic lights and transmitter radios

[oraclesandomens]

My latest hyper-fixation is “Dial Drunk” by Noah Karan ft. Post Malone.

I’m not very good at long form story-telling but I have a MIGHTY NEED. And it is a might, mighty need.

We’ll see how this goes…

[monstroso]

dial drunk by noah kahan on repeat for the 708th time on the graveyard shift at work save me.

[torturedbitchesdepartment]

and the dial tone is all i have btw. if you even care.

[ybcpatrick]

i cannot wait for the deluxe version of stick season by noah kahan to come out on friday i need to hear all of dial drunk so FUCKING BAD

[bronzebtch]

i am sleepy but coherent enough to want to ask: modern au where both our muses are exes who everyone assumed broke off “mutually” and theres “no hard feelings” but they are actually still a lot of feelings left, unresolved and sitting in a tension that both of them locked away, until one of them is in the ER or in prison, and the other is the emergency number despite all these years

[brokcn]

↷ tag drop.

[childrenofcain-if]

Ignore this if it'll be too much of a spoiler but can we get a glimpse into the songs D is going to write for MC? I'm already on my 🛐 for this Texan rockstar

don’t tell D i let y’all look into their lyric notebook/demo tapes but:

RISK

god, i’m actually invested haven’t even met them watch this be the wrong thing classic

god, i’m jumping in the deep end it’s more fun to swim in heard the risk is drowning, but i’m gonna take it

i’m gonna bend till i break and you’ll be my favorite mistake i wish you could hold me here, shaking you’re the risk, i’m gonna take it why aren’t you here in my bedroom? hopelessly boring without you too soon to tell you “i love you”

you’re the risk, and i’m gonna take it

MESS IT UP

did i fall out of line when i called you? when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to how could i think that all that i gave you was enough? cause every time i get too close i just go mess it up

i keep thinking maybe if you let me back in we could make it better, breaking every habit pull myself together you could watch it happen let it happen

HATE TO BE LAME

it’s always on the tip of my tongue i read an article on the internet told me that that’s how you know you’re falling in love don’t really trust what’s on the internet but maybe just this once

hate to admit but it might be true hate to admit but i think you knew hate to be lame but i might love you

DIAL DRUNK

i ain’t proud of all the punches that i’ve thrown in the name of someone i no longer know for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone traffic lights and a transmitter radio

i don’t like that when they threw me in the car i gave your name as my emergency phone call honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up i dial drunk, i’ll die a drunk, i’ll die for you

[duckishcoolish]

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

[stuffnthangsss]

Gravity Falls x Songs Pt. 4: "Dial Drunk" & Stan Pines

Why do Noah Kahan's songs work with Ford & Stan so well?

I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out So I ain't takin' any fault Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be? I doubt it, forget about it, whatever It's all the same, anyways

So y'all know those aus where Stan calls Ford via payphone and doesn't hang up, right? Right.

Stan promising to himself (and Ford) to forget Ford but his inhibitions lowering as he's drunk in one of the states he's not banned in. Stan drunk and wondering where things went wrong, who he is, who he used to be, who's to blame etc. "Am I half the man I used to be?" "Am I honest still? (the implied "was I ever?")"

The subsequent disregarding of the answers to those questions "I doubt it" but "whatever." It doesn't matter.

The intoxication making his emotions intensify and logic/reasoning leave, leaving him with the pain for Ford blaming him for every thing.

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown In the name of someone I no longer know For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone Traffic lights and a transmitter radio I don't like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you

Stan fighting his way through life, in the name of Ford, for Ford. Whether he wants to recognize that or not. Ford being someone he no longer knows.

Stan young, drunk, and alone in his car for the good part of 10 years.

Stan would have Ford as his emergency contact. Ford not picking up, a more likely scenario than you want to think. Outsiders thinking Ford of being harsh for a mistake from a decade ago. Stan dials drunk, thought he genuinely might die a drunk. Stan willing to die for Ford, no question behind it.

I'm untetherin' from the parts of me you'd recognize From charmin' to alarmin' in seconds I'll be bedridden, I'll let the pain metastasize But that's mornin', I'll forget it And the dial tone is all I have

Stan changing so damn much in the 10 years he's been on his own, whether or his own doing or not. Stan, the business man "charmin'" Pines. Stan, the young, reckless, dealt with a harsh hand, unwell "alarmin'" Pines. Detaching himself from the parts Ford’d recognize.

TW: Sui Attempt. Stan after an attempt, "bedridden," he'd let the pain spread instead of caring for himself, telling himself he'll forget it, it's fine.

Don't think of a dial tone being all that Stan has of Ford. 😄

I beg you, sir, just let me call I'll give you my blood alcohol I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell I'll change my faith, I'll praise the flag Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back "Son, are you a danger to yourself?" Fuck that, sir, just let me call I'll give you my blood alcohol I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell I'll change my faith, I'll kiss the badge Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back "Son, why do you do this to yourself?"

And I said I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown In the name of someone I no longer know (I no longer know) For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone Traffic lights and a transmitter radio I don't like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up I dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'd die for you

Stan begging the cops after either an attempt or getting arrested, aka trouble, that Ford'll pick up. The cops asking him if he's a danger to himself and Stan not caring at that point in his life. "I'll kiss the badge"–stretch but Stan doing things without his full consent to get out of trouble.

The cops asking why he's hurting himself like this, relying on someone that ain't gonna pick up.

[piastrinorris]

traffic lights and a transmitter radio

shoutout to @denim-mixtapes for showing me that dial drunk by noah kahan is, in fact, the steve harrington anthem 💙

[plusultraetc]

Thank you @machiroads for tagging me!! Lowkey saved my life bc I have a Very Long road trip today and some fic asks to look forward to would be greatly appreciated if anyone wants to send one😭

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

SO if I posted the names of every file in my WIP folder, it would be,, a lot of names. I decided to give myself a fifteen fic cap & felt like I was choosing between my children :')

These are listed in alphabetical order so I can weep over how many begin with 'it,' apparently (all of them are MHA fics!)

brave the dark (chapter 7 onward lol)

fake dating real feelings

fate will forgive us

it always runs back but it's never quite the same

it could be tricky trying to fit you in this story

it kinda makes total perfect sense

it's a long road to that living

maybe we can stay and wait it out

object in motion

show me where to find the silver lining

some prayers never know

take all the courage you have left

traffic lights and a transmitter radio

wait at the shore for you

write me a list of how it is

Tagging @atereal @libermachinae @lethxia and @poppy5991 bc I know you all are writers!! If you're a writer and I missed you, consider yourself tagged if you'd like!

[pixiegrl]

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

Hey oh have a sad little zosan fic based on Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan. I promise it's a hopeful ending

[stood-onthecliffside]

son are you a danger to yourself??? FUCK THAT SIR JUST LET ME CALL. I WILL GIVE YOU MY BLOOD ALCOHOL I WILL ROT WITH ALL THE BURNOUTS IN THE CELL. I WILL CHANGE MY FAITH I WILL KISS THE BADGE. LET'S WAIT SHE WILL CALL ME BACK. SON WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF? and i said i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown... in the name of someone i no longer know.... for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone traffic lights and a transmitter radio. i don't like that when they threw me in the car... i gave your name as my emergency phone call... honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up. I DIAL DRUNK I WOULD DIE A DRUNK I WOULD DIE FOR YOU.

[lupeloto]

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that, when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

Well, I'd die for you

whatever you do, don’t! think about mickey milkovich when listening to “Dial Drunk” by Noah Kahan. DO NOT DO IT!!!

[thewolvesof1998]

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown (826, T) 

"I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you"

-Dial Drunk, Noah Kahan

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Eddie rubs at the knuckles on his right hand, pressing into the raw and bruised skin, relishing in the ache. It settles the rage that simmers just below his skin, grounding him in the now, ending the constant replay of why he was sitting in a jail cell. He let out a long groan, leaning his elbows on his knees and pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stupid. Stupid. So fucking Stupid. What was he going to do? He could lose his job, what if Christopher had seen him do that? What kind of example is he setting for his kid? Fuuuuuckkkkk.

He pushes upright, his left hand rubbing at bruises again, trying to ground himself again.

He almost jumps out of his skin when the door of the cell opens, revealing a uniformed cop. He wonders briefly if he should ask for Athena but dismisses it, whatever Athena knows, Bobby knows and he really doesn’t want this getting back to his captain. He's already screwed up enough already for one day, hell a year even.

“Diaz, time for your phone call,” The cop says

Eddie nods, stands on solid legs that want to shake, spine straight, chin up, just like they taught him. He follows the cop to a phone that wouldn’t have looked out of place in his childhood home. He lets out a breath before stepping up to it, receiver to his ear, pressing the first few numbers, finger hovering over the next, twitching to punch in the rest of the number that is burned into his brain. One that he doesn’t think he will ever forget, even with how unnecessary it is nowadays to memorise a number.

His heart drops, and his jaw aches from how hard he’s grinding his teeth. Rage, like a broken window to an oxygen-deprived room that’s already in flames, explodes within him and almost takes him out. He resists the urge to slam the phone’s receiver into the wall until it's just fragments of plastic that dig into the palm of his hand, drawing blood. He breathes through his nose and then out of his mouth and repeats that until he gets himself under control.

He had been about to call Buck. His body had betrayed him, had automatically started to dial his best friend, who he can’t even talk to because of the stupid fucking lawsuit.

Eddie closes his eyes, seeing what could have happened if he hadn’t stopped himself. The phone rings and rings and in his own anger he could almost picture Buck sending it to voice mail but he knows, he knows that Buck would always pick up.

Lawsuit or not. Buck would always pick up for Eddie.

He could almost hear Buck’s voice, the uncertain whisper of his name, a little breathless in surprise and nerves...

“Go for Buck,” Buck says in his usual cheery voice, of course, he wouldn’t recognise this number.

Eddie tries to swallow around the lump in his throat, but it doesn’t work, “Buck,” he says his voice rough and filled with too many unsaid emotions.

"Eddie? Is Chris-“ The cheerfulness was replaced with surprise and then anxious concern. Of course, Buck would think Eddie was calling because of Chris, that Chris would have to be hurt or in trouble before Eddie would reach out to his best friend. How did they get to this point?

“He’s fine, I- uh”

“Eddie, what is it?”

"I need you…” Shit, that’s not what he had meant to say, he clears his throat, “Can you post bail for me?”

"Eddie,” he says concern dripping from his voice, Eddie can almost picture the crease between his brows. Eddie’s fingers flex with the urge to smooth it away, not that he had ever allowed himself to do that even before everything.

“Please Buck” He begs, he knows they haven’t talked in so long but he needs-he needs Buck.

“Of course Eddie, anything for-”

A throat clears itself next to Eddie, he opens his eyes and realises he has just been standing there with his eyes closed for who knows how long. He can feel the flush of his cheeks as he puts down the receiver and picks it back up, dials a number he hopes he gets right. It rings and rings…

“Hello”

“Bosko, I- uh- It's Eddie, I'm at the police station downtown could you come and-uh-bail me out of jail?”

Read on ao3

[azrantimes]

Romeo and Dial drunk??

Aka me relating every Noah Kahan song to & Juliet

"I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now"

Juliet killing herself was supposed to be the end of the play. The end of Romeo and Juliet, as people. Their relatives would move on, and Shakespeare would write another tragedy. The tale of two lovers would be forgotten, if it wasn't for Anne.

"But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk"

Romeo is dead, or was. He doesn't know. All he knows is that he has to get to his wife, who rains on his parade by announcing her engagement, and he's banished from the wedding. He still manages to sneak in, a dumb act for love, something you'd do if you were drunk.

"And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out"

The poison that ends all. All Romeo could see was a dead Juliet and a vial of poison, there was only one solution in his eyes.

"So I ain't takin' any fault"

"I forgive you." Romeo doesnt hate Juliet, he loves her too much, but she doesn't love him back. Someone who loves you would kill themselves for you. He acted out of love, not out of rationality, he couldn't have known she was still alive.

"Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?"

Who is Romeo Montague besides his imago? How can he be his real self if he doesn't know who he is? He wants to be better, for Juliet, but he can't even fight for her until the quill breaks. He hasn't moved on since he woke up, but Juliet apparently has, so has he changed that much by dying?

"I doubt it, forget about it, whatever"

Juliet is marrying Frankie and he can't do anything except letting her go. He's alive! He should be celebrating and moving on! Juliet deserves that.

"It's all the same, anyways"

Romeo and Juliet are destined to die next to eachother over and over again. It can't be rewritten.

"I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown"

Romeo isn't a fighter, he's a lover, but love is like a drug. Love can make you do crazy things. He didn't want to kill Tybalt, but he had no choice, right?

"In the name of someone I no longer know"

He's banished. He lost the love of his life, twice. He can't go anywhere. Everything he loves has been taken from him. Everyone he fought for wouldn't fight for him.

"For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone"

He's alone. He has been alive for less than 20 years and never felt like he was actually living. He's to deep in to change.

"Traffic lights and a transmitter radio"

Paris is far from Verona, but Romeo persisted, even if he didn't know Juliet's whereabouts, he wasn't stopping for anything.

"I don't like that when they threw me in the car"

I gave your name as my emergency contact"

A friendly carriage driver was his only ally. If it wasn't for him he would've never found Juliet. He didn't know what the guy's deal was but he was just as interested as Romeo himself in them getting back together.

"Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up"

Juliet didn't feel the same. Romeo felt rejected. How could she move on so fast and leave him in the dust after all he did for her? That went against his, and William's plans. He even apologized!

"I dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'd die for you"

And he was sure she'd do the same.