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theradicalscrivener · 1 month ago

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The Book of Morgan: It Likes What You Like

Thad swears his dick has a mind of its own. but his buddy Pete thinks he just needs to learn to work with his dick rather than against it. Easy for him to say. His dick is much easier to get along with...

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“You shoulda seen the dude in front of me in class today. His ass was so huge he was like taking up three seats,” Thad commented to his friend while the two of them waited in line at the small off-campus coffee bar.

“Oh! I think I’ve seen him around. His cock is like as big as I am!” Pete replied.

“Man, could you imagine having a cock that huge?” Thad said.

“You sound jealous. I always figured you were kinda vanilla,” Pete said.

“Are you kidding? My dick has led me places I wouldn’t even go with a gun,” Thad replied.

“Thing’s got a mind of its own, huh?” Pete said jokingly.

“Oh, absolutely,” Thad said. He began to step forward with the queue but nearly tripped over one of the various cats that seemed to hang around campus. Thad knelt down and gave the kitty a quick scritch behind the ears to which the cat responded by bumping its head into the palm of Thad’s hand and purring loudly.

Pete was a few steps ahead by this point and glanced over his shoulder to see his pal kneeling down and playing with the cat. “You coming?” Pete asked.

“The line will still be there when I’m done,” Thad replied. As he said that, however, the cat perked up like it had heard something interesting and darted off into the crowd.

“I think you scared it off,” Pete teased.

“Naw. It likes me. He just had other places to be,” Thad replied.

“On the subject of boy pussy…” Pete said playfully.

“What?” Thad asked. There was a split second of confusion mixed with panic as his mind tried to parse where exactly Pete was going with this.

“What do you mean ‘what?’ You just implied you’re into some fun stuff, but you won’t tell me what it is?” Pete replied.

“What’s it matter? Besides, we’re not getting into it here,” Thad replied. He gave a nod in the general direction of the crowd surrounding them.

“You think I’m gonna think less of you because you’re into fat hogs? I’ve stopped trying to argue with what my dick finds hot. I’ll be scrolling twitter and pop wood and be like ‘ok. we’re into this now,’” Pete said with a laugh.

“Easy for you to say…” Thad grumbled.

“Yes, it is easy for me to say. Like what you like and like that you like it,” Pete replied.

By this point the people in front of them had finishing ordering. The duo stepped up to the counter to order. As they did so, they recognized the guy working the counter. They both wondered how they hadn’t noticed him earlier. Sure, the guy was a little on the small side, but his huge hat should have been easily noticeable as they entered the establishment.

“Oh, hey, Morgan. I didn’t know you worked here,” Pete said as he stepped up to the counter.

“Yeah. I’m still new to it,” Morgan replied.

“I’m sure you’ll do great,” Pete said.

“Yeah. You already have lots of practice mixing things,” Thad said sarcastically.

Pete was about to admonish his friend. After all, the jokes about Morgan being a witch were just that – jokes, but Morgan beat him to the punch.

“Exactly!” Morgan said with a smile. He then slid a couple of drinks forwards towards the two friends.

“We haven’t even ordered yet,” Pete commented.

“I already heard what you wanted. You weren’t exactly being quiet in line,” Morgan said. He let out a soft chuckle that was both playful and sweet.

Thad and Pete didn’t recall mentioning their order yet, but the drinks smelled amazing, and Morgan seemed like he was being sincere. It didn’t hurt that the guy was super cute, too. Both friends balked for a moment as they took in his cute face. Their cheeks both burned red as the two of them blushed at just how hot the guy was! The wide-brimmed, conical hat was an interesting fashion choice, but somehow, it worked for him.

While Thad and Pete were dazed, the guy working the bar turned to his coworker and said, “the rush has died down. I’m going to take my break now.”

“Yeah, sure,” the coworker commented.

It was at this point that Thad and Pete realized that they hadn’t even paid. “How much for the drinks?” Thad asked the lady behind the counter.

“Hm? Oh. It’s been taken care of already,” she said dismissively.

Thad and Pete exchanged a confused look, but they weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. They took their drinks and began their trek towards their next class. After a few moments and several sips, Pete nudged his friend and flashed him an impish smirk.

“What!?” Thad asked.

“You’ve got some explaining to do,” Pete teased.

“No?” That replied.

“Don’t give me that! You just told me you had wild tastes. So, let’s hear them!” Pete pried.

“Why should I bother telling you?” Thad asked.

“Because we’re bros, and you’ve already spilled some of the beans. Why not go whole hog?” Pete teased.

“What more is there to say?” Thad replied dismissively.

“Uh… A Lot!?” Pete scoffed. “You can’t fight your dick. You have to learn to work with it!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Thad grumbled.

“I think you know… but maybe not. You don’t seem like you’ve gotten a handle on yours just yet,” Pete replied with a shrug.

“I can handle my cock just fine…” Thad grumbled. He shot a tense glare at his friend. This conversation had taken a weird turn, but Pete didn’t sound like he was trying to be mean… if anything, he sounded like he generally wanted to help, but how could he?

As Thad glanced at his pal, he noticed something odd. The bulge in Pete’s jeans was looking positively obscene. Was that Pete’s cock? The thing snaked down his pant leg almost to his knee! Judging by the outline it had to be as thick as his wrist!

“Uh… man. Why did I even bother wearing these today…” Pete grumbled. He set his drink on a table off to the side and began undoing his belt.

Thad was about to protest, but before he could even get the words out, he thought better of it. Why was he so worried about Pete taking his pants off? Pete so rarely wore them that it was stranger to see him with them than without.

As Thad stared at his friend, he was vaguely aware of the growing strain on his own pants. His bulge was looking almost as obscene as his friends… almost. The main difference was where Pete’s long, slender cock bulged along the inside of his pant leg, Thad’s huge, thick cock and hefty nuts strained against the front of his slacks.

Why was Pete trying to act like they had similar issues. They couldn’t be more different. Pete’s cock was much more easily managed as was evidenced by how it behaved once freed from it’s denim confines.

“That’s the stuff…” Pete sighed as he let his pork and beans air out. His nuts hung down to his knees. Each enormous orb was bigger than a basketball. They looked almost as big as the decorative pumpkins that adorned the front porch of the coffee bar they had just left.

Pete began to fold his jeans and stuff them into his backpack, but as he did so, his rigid dick strained against the front of his button-up shirt.

Thad did a double take. The head of Pete’s cock was now poking up from beneath Pete’s collar. It was so long that it bumped him in the chin. Was it always that long? More importantly, it had just been snaking down his pant leg. How did it end up going up his shirt!?

“I’m getting to that!” Pete chided playfully. The way Pete was talking made Thad do a mental double take. It was almost as if Pete was talking to his own cock!

Once his jeans were back in his backpack, Pete started unbuttoning his shirt. His cock tensed beneath the fabric like an alien chestburster struggling to be born.

“It gets so impatient,” Pete said playfully.

“I can see that…” Thad murmured.

Thad silently chastised himself for staring. He had seen Pete’s cock so many times in the past. This wasn’t anything unusual, so why was he staring? Thad knew that part of the reason he was staring was because he was horny as hell, but why was he so horny!? He should be used to this by now!

“You should lose your clothes too. That can’t be comfortable,” Pete said. He nodded towards the immense bulge in Thad’s pants. It was a miracle that his pants were holding back his massive meat at all!

“Thad couldn’t recall how he had even gotten the beast in there in the first place. His cock was as long as his legs and as thick as his hips. His nuts didn’t even fit in his slacks. His fly was undone, allowing his massive nuts to spill out, and his enormous cock was similarly exposed. Only the tip was still in his skivvies, but even that was more than his undies could hold. Just the head of his cock was as huge as Pete’s enormous sack! Thad’s cock angled up towards his collar bone before folding back over itself so that the tip could fit back in his briefs. Meanwhile, his huge nuts were spilling out on either side. It was wildly uncomfortable.

““Ok. Fine. I guess I can get rid of the pants,” Thad grumbled.

““And the shirt while you’re at it,” Pete replied.

“Thad was about to make some comment about how there was no need to take off his shirt, but before he could do so, he saw something that was so strange that it caused his brain to bluescreen for a second.

“Pete was taking a sip from his drink, but at the same time he was putting his shirt into his backpack. The backpack and shirt maneuver required both hands!

“Thad’s eyes fell upon Pete’s coffee cup. There was something wrapped around it like a vine. The fleshy looking tendril was almost as thick as Pete’s forearm but far longer. As Thad’s eyes followed the path of the hose-like appendage, he soon realized that it was sticking out from Pete’s crotch!

“It was Pete’s cock! … of course it was Pete’s cock. This wasn’t the first time Thad had seen this. Some people have what is called a third leg. Pete has a third arm. His dick was easily four feet long and as dexterous as a monkey’s tail.

“Thad was so shocked that he had focused in on Pete’s cock instead of disrobing. A loud, rending sound caught his attention and snapped him back to his own problems. The front of his pants had completely shredded causing his cock and balls to spill the rest of the way out. His massive nuts landed with a thud on the pavement in front of him, and his colossal cock landed with a splat far in front of him.

““Oh, fuck!” Thad murmured as he stared out at his cock. The behemoth was bigger than he was. His nuts were each the size of a prize-winning pumpkin. Their combined size made it so that Thad’s sack was the size of a trendy bean bag sofa. The shaft of his enormous schlong was only slightly longer than he was tall, but the immense chode was as thick as a rodeo bull.

“Pete sighed and rolled his eyes. “I keep telling you to stop fighting it! You keep trying to tie it down instead of letting it get some air,” Pete said.

““Easy for you to say. You and your dick actually get along!” Thad countered.

“Pete shook his head. “Your cock is you. It wants what you want,” Pete replied.

“Thad wanted to snark back, but he couldn’t formulate a decent comeback. All he could do was stare as Pete took his coffee cup back from the tendril he called a cock, knocked back the rest of the warm liquid in one quick swig and chucked it into a nearby trash can. Now that it no longer needed to hold onto Pete’s drink, Pete’s long, slender cock slithered over his shoulders and draped around his neck like a fur boa. The thing looked more like a python than a cock. The shaft was almost as thick as Pete’s own neck, and that was saying nothing of the length. Thad couldn’t even get a good bead on just how long it was. It went from Pete’s crotch, snaked up his torso, draped over his shoulders, drooped down a good foot or so, and then curved back up. The head of it was hovering about eye-level with Pete’s face. It was almost as if Pete had two heads, and both were staring directly at Thad.

“Pete chuckled and shook his head. “Well, at least that part of you is honest…” he teased.

““What…?” Thad asked, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth than he realized what Pete was talking about.

“Thad’s cock had rapidly stiffened between his thighs. The massive chode was now rock hard. Yet, despite how horny Thad felt and how chubbed up his enormous cock felt, he could see it bending in front of him.

“Thad’s cock didn’t have near the flexibility that Pete’s did. Thad’s enormous cock was just too thick to do loops and curls like Pete’s could, but it was clear by looking at it that it had far more motion than what Thad had expected… which struck him as a very odd thing to think. After all, this was his cock! He had seen it act like this many times in the past. Why would this surprise him?

“Maybe surprised wasn’t the right word. Annoyed? That sounded closer to the truth. It was always acting up like this. Sure, hyper guys didn’t cover up around here, but it was still awkward that everyone could see his huge cock and even moreso that they could see his dick acting up!

“Thad’s cock crawled forward like a slug. The tip of his massive cock bumped up against Pete’s chest as if trying to nuzzle against him. Pete was quick to return the gesture. Thad shuddered as he felt his pal’s arms wrap around the humongous, puffy head of his colossal cock.

““There, there. He’s just being difficult,” Pete said in a cutesy voice as he nuzzled his face against the massive, spongy tip of Thad’s cock.

““Don’t encourage him!” Thad protested.

““He just needs a little love… and I don’t think he’s the only one,” Pete said playfully.

““What’s that supposed to mean!” Thad protested.

““Do you really need me to explain it again?” Pete teased. “Your cock is you. It wants what you want, and I think it wants me.”

““What!? But…!” Thad sputtered.

““It was cute at first, but it’s just getting painful to watch at this point,” Pete said.

““I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Thad said with a huff.

““You can not be this dense. Everyone knows you have a crush on me!” Pete cried.

““I don’t…!” Thad tried to protest.

““I know it. Morgan knows it. Those people on the bench over there. I’ve never met them, but they know it,” Pete said.

“Don’t bring them into this!” Thad protested.

“Then just come clean!” Pete countered.

“It’s not that easy…” That murmured.

“And why not?” Pete asked.

“Because… well… I guess… we’re friends? That’s stupid. I know that sounds stupid,” Thad muttered.

“I wouldn’t say stupid. I think I get it. We’ve been friends for a while. When did you stop seeing me as just a friend?” Pete asked.

“I don’t know. It wasn’t like I woke up one day and felt that way, but I have felt this way for a while. I didn’t want to make it weird, though…” Thad said.

“Make it weird? Your dick keeps trying to tackle me like an overactive labrador!” Pete laughed. Even as he said that, Thad’s cockhead was bumping up against the side of his face, smearing his cheek with a thick, viscous layer of pre as it did so.

“There’s a good boy,” Pete said as he hugged Thad’s huge cock to his chest and nuzzled his face against the spongy tissue of Thad’s colossal cock head.

There was a pause – an awkward pause for Thad, but less so for Pete. Pete seemed content to snuggled with Thad’s cock, but Thad’s mind was racing too fast for him to really enjoy it. Pete looked so hot and so cute, and the way he was nuzzling his cock felt fantastic. Thad was hornier and crushing harder than he had ever been in his life!

Finally, Thad managed to break himself from his paralysis and asked, “… so what now?”

“What now, indeed…” Pete replied cryptically. He sounded like he was making a joke, but his tone didn’t seem malicious or even snide. He seemed playful and maybe even a little… flirtatious.

Thad was about to ask for some clarification, but before he could, he saw Pete’s long, slender cock rear up like a cobra preparing to strike. Thad’s question died in his throat as his jaw dropped. He could do nothing but stare in awe as the tip of Pete’s dick pressed against the tip of his own. Thad’s cock gave a lurch of delight and a shudder of bliss rushed up his spine as he felt Pete’s cock pressing against the oversensitive slit of his own enormous glans.

Thad’s arousal and excitement only grew as he felt his slit getting stretched open as Pete’s long, slender cock wriggled its way inside his own. Thad’s cock gave a hard lurch. It bucked so hard that it nearly knocked Pete backwards, but even had Pete not had a firm stance, the fact that his own huge rod was now buried halfway inside Thad’s own made it harder to buck him off.

Thad’s cock felt incredible. The insides of his dick were so sensitive and so full that he felt like he was in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of his life, but he wasn’t cumming! He couldn’t! Pete’s dick filled his cock like a cork in a wine bottle! Thad’s cock bucked and lurched. His huge nuts tensed. Each lurch felt like another orgasm, but he just couldn’t cum!

Thad tried to speak, but all he could do was moan. Nothing he tried to say was even vaguely coherent, but Pete seemed to understand.

“Shh… just enjoy it…” Pete said softly.

Pete stepped forward and began to crawl up and over onto the massive spongy head of Thad’s gigantic cock. Thad tried to watch, but his eyes could barely focus and his brain was shorting out. He was not just caught in the throes of the most amazing orgasm of his life, but everything felt so dreamlike and surreal that even had he not been addled with bliss, he doubted he’d be able to parse what he was seeing and feeling. He could feel Pete’s cock snaking down the length of his own cock. He could feel the long, slender shaft writhing and wriggling deep within him. Pete’s cock was so long that it reached all the way to the base of Thad’s own steer-sized schlong, and yet… there was plenty of hose left that Pete could climb up and onto Thad’s cock and crawl slowly towards Thad’s side.

“How’s that feel?” Pete asked as he sidled up beside his friend.

Pete was trying to play it cool, but it was clear from his flushed face, shuddering body, and the sweat dripping from his brow that he was barely holding it together. No doubt he was almost as close to creaming as Thad was.

“I need… to cum…” Thad managed to croak.

Pete looked like he was about to say something, but an intense shuddered rocked his body before he could do so. A low moan escaped his lips. Thad felt Pete’s cock tense deep within his own. It was as if he could feel Pete’s own need to cream.

“Together…” Thad managed to say.

Pete flashed a huge, toothy smile. It was such a beautiful smile that Thad was, for the briefest flash of a second, so enamored by it that he almost forgot how horny he was… almost.

Pete couldn’t speak, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t act. Seeing the look of pure adoration on Thad’s face was all he needed. He quickly leaned forward and pulled Thad in for a tight embrace. Their lips met. Pete’s tongue slipped past Thad’s lips. Thad tensed for the briefest of moments before surrendering himself to his pal’s kiss.

As their bodies entwined, Pete’s cock rapidly pulled out. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Pete’s cock stopped wriggling and stood completely upright. His long, slender spire of a cock towered over the two lovers and began gushing like a tapped oil derrick. Meanwhile, Thad’s own enormous chode was gushing just as hard if not harder.

Cum sprayed from the two lover’s cocks. Jizz rained down from the towering spire of Pete’s cock while spooge surged outward from the storm-drain sized slit of Thad’s own bull-sized schlong. They came again and again. Thad’s thick surge flooded the surrounding courtyard and Pete’s torrential downpour drenched the surrounding rooftops. They were both so backed up that they felt like they’d never fully drain their respective enormous nuts, but eventually, their combined torrents tapered off.

Thad slumped back against his enormous nuts. His sack was as wide as a king-sized bed. Either enormous nut was as large as a recliner. His huge cock splayed out in front of him was the size of a rodeo bull. Had he always been this big? Of course he had… at least he had been since his growth spurt, and that was ages ago.

“I don’t think my dick will be able to move for a while…” Thad murmured.

“Let him rest. We don’t have anywhere we need to be for a while, right?” Pete asked.

Thad looked down at his humongous cock. It twitched slightly like a dog having an active dream. Pete was right. They didn’t have anywhere to be.

“Would you stay with me until it wakes up?” Thad asked.

“I thought that was implied?” Pete replied playfully.

“I guess, but I still want to hear you say it,” Thad replied.

Pete didn’t say anything. He just sat there and smirked at his friend. There was something about his smile. It was so endearing that Thad understood completely.

Thad leaned in and rested his head on Pete’s shoulder. He was still too exhausted to think and was feeling too amazing from the afterglow to argue. He just wanted to stay here for a while.

Thad could feel Pete’s arms wrap tightly around him, and then he felt Pete’s long, slender hose of a cock wrap around the two of them like a snake. Again and again, it looped around them, pulling the couple closer together with each loop until the two of them were completely encased up to their ears in cock.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for a while,” Pete said.

Thad chuckled in reply. He nuzzled in closer with his friend, but as he did so, a bit of movement caught his attention. He glanced over towards the treetops and spotted a familiar feline leaping from the foliage onto a nearby roof. The cat had surprisingly avoided getting drenched. Thad watched as the cat made its way across the rooftops to parts unknown. It had a strange almost rhythmic gait to it. Almost as if it was happily skipping away after a job well done…

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#hyper #hyper cock #prehensile cock #cock growth #gay #prehensile (search tag)#hyper (search tag)#cock growth (search tag)

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liyazaki · 2 years ago

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@flukenatouch *wheezing*

WinTeam living their best life: 😘💖✨🌈😜

Meanwhile Pharm:

#ladies gaydies & theydies: *the* between us meme #i almost cried #between us: fav #uwma #what about queue pete?

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hellkitepriest · 9 months ago

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ee @ rough trade nottingham

finally getting to my little roundup several days later, hello. i must say going to nottingham was a real Choice for @shallowtboy and i, because it is not actually that convenient and close like liverpool is, and i mostly justified it with “well i went there to see dutch uncles in december so it’d be rude not to”. but we woke up and got on our stupid early train regardless.

went to an art gallery beforehand, found a copy of mark fisher’s capitalist realism in the gift shop — alex niven first read capitalist realism in january 2010, following a “head-on collision with the music industry”, did you know. saw a very cute pin of kraftwerk-style cats and nearly cried also.

when we queued up outside the venue (venue! it was Just A Shop) there were a good few people there already and we were glad we got down there when we did. doors were meant to be at 12, but they ended up letting us in half an hour later for some reason, which meant by the time we got in we had descended into some cold-induced madness that manifested in us humming the mad stone and bobbing up and down oompa loompa-style to keep warm for just. SO long. this bit would not cease.

we got in, and we weren’t Right at the front but we were close enough, and there was no barrier aside from the flightcases dumped on the ground, and i had to prepare myself for being waaay too close to jonathan higgs. which i WAS. i believe it was albie on here who said that if you’re in the first two rows at any of these shows you will end up making eye contact with this man, and yeah, that only gets truer if he already sorta knows who you are. EMBARRASSING.

it was a good show — not as rowdy and sweaty as liverpool, but what can you expect from a show at midday on a weekday, really. they played teletype at this one(!!! it’s not on my Playlist for nothing), and pizza boy, and i had a bottle of pepsi in my bag and turned to shallowtboy and took a big swig of it at the right moment because really i come to these gigs to have my own incomprehensible kind of fun with my best friend, and it was Funny. only then in the next chorus jon sang “you are afraid / that you’re a pepsi boy” which i did not really register until After, when shallowtboy pointed it out, and i had to contend with the fact jonathan higgs may well have seen me drinking my pepsi (i was about six feet away from him, he probably did,) and decided to make a thing of it. good god. gender win 🤷‍♂️

after the show it was signing time and we all verrry slowly shuffled out into a sort of queue. i took a photo of alex’s pedalboard on the way out, and said “i don’t know why i’m doing this, it’s not as if i know what any of these do”, and their guitar tech (who i have been mentally referring to as Clayton for various reasons, but i believe is actually called joe) overheard and went “neither do i, hah” and then i started chatting to him about what a shame it was that alex didn’t bring his little modular setup on tour this time round, and he told me all about pete’s ableton routing, and it was VERY FUN thank you claytonjoe for engaging with me. pls don’t find out i’m a massive gear poser.

SPEAKING OF— actual signing time. my rubiks cube was in my bag and i was NOT going to leave without it being signed. i managed to somehow barely interact with jon (cursing myself forever that i did not get to ask about the pepsi incident) but they all seemed fairly unsurprised by being asked to sign a rubiks cube, and all wrote their signatures very neatly in one of the little squares, minus jeremy for some reason. and Then.

i was wearing this shirt with the names of two modular synth brands smushed together, based on ONE decade-old post from this one forum that i had decided was the funniest thing in the world, yet another incomprehensible bit i am doing with myself, really, only turns out it’s the modular synth brands alex robertshaw uses the most. it came up on that podcast he did the other day. it was a real “oh for fucks sake” moment. so i showed him my shirt, and told him as much, and i expected there to be QUESTIONS about why the hell this shirt would exist, but he just thought it was great. (jeremy also approved, and said he saw me wearing it in liverpool. i did not interact with jeremy in liverpool. i was not even standing NEAR jeremy in liverpool.) alex then asked if he could take a photo to send to the guy he did the podcast with. YEAH OKAY SURE WHY WOULDN’T THIS NONSENSE BE HAPPENING TO ME. but he didn’t have his phone with him, i guess?? so he had to borrow mike’s phone???? so there’s a picture of me on mike spearman’s phone, i guess. hope the synth podcast guy did see it in the end.

writing this all out really does make it sound about twenty times more bizarre than it felt at the time. i love this ridiculous weirdo band. /\

#everything everything #c vs the band #what the HELL #not included in this writeup: much extraneous gushing about how hot they all are #but do know that i’m thinking it #also. if you have managed to connect Tumblr User Hellkitepriest with any real people on any other social media sites or irl: no you havent #you don’t know me i don’t exist #standard rules

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comealivediana · 8 months ago

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notable moments

jon-

- saying 'noo waay' after 'i don't wanna go back down inside of me'

- 'i've been drinking this since i was eight or nine' (holding up the guitar as if that is what he was drinking ??)

- his little hook finger on 'my finger did curl'

- stroking his chin w his mic during cough cough

- pinching his nose when he sang 'im happening now' (????)

- ending photoshop like 'eeeelseeellelelelelel' (wiggling his tongue)

- nicholas making little spins/circles with his camera (i assume to get v cool photos but it looked cute

- pete doing the MOST in notlk, and also how he had different buttons for the different distant pasts (which i would not have noticed without @hellkitepriest mentioning it in a post a few weeks back)

- mike's consistent drum stank face, honestly so real he was going so hard

- noticing how alex/jon/jeremy are always stood smallest -> biggest in stance wideness

- alex making nonstop weird little faces (which again i wouldnt have noticed without c talking about it)

- whatever the fuck the gay little guitar/bass moment is between jon and jez in cold reactor

- them all coming back on with little fruity drinkies for the encore

- jon wildly trying and failing to use his tongue to get a hold of his straw as they all walked off at the end

- the lovely person who i met in the queue getting a setlist (deserved)

- accidentally setting off my grandma's house alarm when i got back

#everything everything band #jeremy pritchard #jonathan higgs #alex robertshaw #michael spearman #mountainhead #e_e_#mountainhead 2024 tour

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get-back-homeward · 1 year ago

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My queue was in the middle of 1968 India trip posts during the anniversary of Brian Epstein’s death and the statue unveiling, so it got me thinking about the connection of these two events.

It’s easy to forget the link between the two because they’re technically 6 months apart. But it feels underappreciated how much Brian’s specter looms large over the entire India trip. And not just because they delay the grief process several months in the name of Paul’s favorite coping mechanism. But because Brian dies the week they first meet the Maharishi:

Tuesday, August 22: The band’s first recording session since June; they record takes 1-8 of Your Mother Should Know

Wednesday, August 23: Recording take 9 of Your Mother Should Know and Brian stops by

Thursday, August 24: The Beatles first meet the Maharishi at a lecture in London. At the end of the day, they hold a press conference, get a 90-min private meeting with the Maharishi, and plan to go to Bangor, Wales for a 10-day training in Transcendental Meditation (TM) the next day.

Friday, August 25: They travel to Wales, the first time in years they’re traveling without Brian or Mal or Neil, and it’s chaotic; after they arrive, they get a message from Brian saying he will join them on Monday.

Saturday, August 26: Following a day of training, they renounce drugs in a press conference (well, LSD at least). Brian spur of the moment drives back to London from Kingsley Hill after the guests he invited for the weekend don’t make it.

Sunday, August 27: Brian dies from an overdose of sleeping pills the previous night; he’s found around noon, the Beatles are inducted into TM before the news about Brian reaches them. They had a private meeting with Maharishi about their grief (he talks about reincarnation and the need for positive thoughts about Brian to help this process). Then Paul goes back to London while John and George are forced to make a statement for reporters staked outside.

Monday, August 28: Paul presents the idea for the MMT film and convinces them to keep working rather than go to India now.

That’s one week.

Whether you want to look at it as fate, consequence, or coincidence, TM and Brian’s death are linked forever because of this timing. The simple act of losing Brian factors into the disparate grief reactions and subsequent burnout symptoms seen visibly in each band member after India and across the next year. But this timing would haunt anyone. And not just because those around Brian report him feeling jealous about their diverted attention toward the guru this week. Just dumb what ifs that grief can haunt your brain with: what if they hadn’t heard about the lecture, what if they hadn’t gone on the Bangor trip or had invited Brian to join them on the train, what if they hadn’t appeared on camera announcing they were giving up drugs because of the Maharishi’s influence, etc etc etc.

This link between TM and Brian’s death is especially worth considering for John, who I believe is the only one who ever directly expresses guilt over his death. This isn’t unique as he expressed guilt for all deaths around him in an opaque way believing he’s a curse on people he loves. But it also is understandable because he had some warning. Pete Shotton talks about a worrying tape message John receives from Brian a few days before. Brian’s father died only 6 weeks prior, and Brian’s secretary finds a suicide note dated just before that. There seems to be some uniformity among those closest to him at this time that while he may have been actively considering suicide earlier in the summer, he wouldn’t have after his father passed out of concern for his mother. Still, even with the idea it was all just a terrible accident, those dumb what ifs would creep up in a case like this.

When you add in that Bangor is a spur of the moment trip, that it’s the first one they’ve taken in years without Brian’s planning and guidance, and that telling Brian or inviting him to join them seems like an afterthought? Well, it’s not hard to see how that close link and the guilt that it inspires would have factored into John’s desperation for finding that answer in India. And his anger when it doesn’t deliver. It looks like a desperation to make a consequential choice matter. Searching for the answer to life guided by a holy man makes TM and the Bangor trip meaningful. It makes it important. But to a guilt-filled brain, the idea the man is a fraud means Brian died for nothing. It’s a 60 foot drop into the earth, nothing but a deep dark hole of emptiness.

Now add that John shares with Brian more than just a tendency for depression.

#you can see why janov had a field day with john #from 2022 #lol this wasn’t supposed to post oops #queue malfunctioned #my text #august #1967 #i started this to get the dates straight and this took on a life of its own #they were too desperate to make eppys death matter #john especially #i guess was my point #brian epstein #john pov #eppy and john #understanding john #1968 #what happened in india #fic bunny #i wrote this august 2022 if anyone is curious about what statue i mean #it’s been sitting in my queue for a year as i roll it over in my mind and try to poke holes in it #i wrote it to get into 68 john pov for fic writing #im still not sure about it spec wise but the dates are solid #guilt john expresses is mostly due to introducing brian to pills and may have included spiking drinks unbeknownst in 62 in woolers tbb #but given how far back his im a curse to everyone thing goes its not hard to extrapolate and think his guilt went further #this sets up conflict between paul as john defaults to eppys gone it’s all over and ascribes all their success to him #and paul is intent on proving him wrong while running from his own grief again #george pov is a bit harder to nail down at this time he kinda acts as the polar opposite of paul #his focus on death predates the maharishi and he’s been dissatisfied with the beatles and looking for a way out for some time #he and pattie are the reason they go hear the maharishi as they were interested in meditation already and had done drug renouncing already

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I guess if I want to write a travelogue/write up post about my 4-stop journey following the first chunk of Everything Everything's 2023 US tour then I have to just... do it!! If this is of interest to anyone other than me then GREAT and if not then it's still special to me to try to write down and remember everything I can uwu

FIRST STOP WASHINGTO-- wait, no, actually, first stop, on my way out of town, the local donut shop in my neighborhood, a place that I absolutely adore and patronize all the time with staff who mostly know me by now/some of whom are my instagram friends/etc. i'd checked with the Pittsburgh venue ahead of time to see if it was okay to send in outside food as a gift to the band even though they have a cafe/bar in their own right, and whoever I corresponded with said it would be totally fine, so I talked to the donut shop manager and set up a delivery of a dozen for the lads for Saturday before their show here. advance paid for that, as well as getting my own breakfast and coffee hehe, and then hit the road. OKAY FOR REAL FIRST STOP WASHINGTON DC!!! This was the second-longest leg of my Car Driving and it was definitely a wee bit exhausting but I had a podcast or two and a ton of E E on shuffle to bolster me through and I made it to my mom's friends' house, where I was staying, with relative ease. The venue was within a not-too-unreasonable walking distance too so after a change of clothes (I had very distinct and deliberate Show Outfits for each night that were fully separate from my travelin' clothes) and a bunch of fussing with the bracelets™ I headed over!! stopped for empanadas and a smoothie on the way and then queued up!!

aaaaahh this was such a nice fun queue. I was maybe about a dozen-ish people back from the front, down about half a block, and once I finished scarfing down my food this was my first real experience with doling out the bracelets. so fun! I'm glad it was basically an instant hit! AND I even got a few trades in this queue--one person gave me a Man Alive / Tin / E E bracelet with teeny tiny beads, super fun, and one person with a SHITTON of kandi stuff gave me one that had the name of a flower genus on it?? i think they said it was?? I love the colors on this one! And one person traded me a Blow Pop. lmao. I should eat that before it sits in my fanny pack for too long. I also really enjoyed chatting with the two guys right in front of me (Nick and Alex?), who were from south-central PA and had a couple other fandom touchstones in common with me (mcelroys/dnd/BDG! I love this Venn diagram!!) as well as a big love for E E. We didn't really see much of each other beyond the point of getting inside but I liked y'all a lot!! Hope you had as great a time as I did!!

Black Cat is where I saw E E the first time I EVER SAW THEM, which was almost exactly six years ago from this gig, which is insaaaane. The space is kind of narrow so there's not a huge amount of stage barrier space right at the front, so Becky and I ended up pretty much at the front but almost aa-all the way stage left/Jeremy-side. coulda been worse hehehe. We kind of loitered and chatted with nearby folks, I think maybe becky checked out merch ahead of the show ? but I kind of just held down the fort, enjoying setup stuff, pete running around etc hehe. getting BLASTED by the AC, which was nice.

the ummmm the opener! our first experience with Pierre! I gotta say his general style is not for me, despite the fact that I do think he's very talented and good at the thing he's doing. this first night especially he was SO sweaty and I felt bad for him lmao, you could like see it dripping off him. i am so curious as to why/how he got paired with the boys for this tour, like, what aligned in such a way that this match was made, because my general vibe on the crowd/his audience/etc was that we the fans of the nerdy white english mathy rocker guys were not exactly his demo LOL. BUT i will say in DC I do think he had one little pocket of strong-contingency fans because I kept hearing big whoops and cheers coming from one specific audience spot and I loved that for him lmao. for some reason i cannot explain I actually almost found his backing/support musician guy (the guy who was basically his version of peter) more compelling. I wanna know THAT dude's story lol.

so when he finished up we had a little interlude aaaannndd the setlist appeared... hehe. I could def have peered up to look at it from where I was, but I was telling myself I wanted to be surprised, and was deliberately looking away........ until suddenly everyone around me was gasping and going HOLY SHIT and I was like, ugghhh okay, I will check JUST enough to figure out what that's all about, and what that was all about was immediately apparent because smack in the middle of the set were a Man Alive track (which we never get in the states bar MY KZ) and something that just said "New Song." AND LIKE, OKAY, THAT'S A JUSTIFIED HOLY SHIT. new song????? so now we had THAT to contend with coming up, and aaaaaaah. ahh. yeah holy shit indeed.

it's also while we're standing there that AG pops into view, (or maybe I first spotted him during Pierre's set? Chronology is irrelevant), back off behind Becky from me in the other direction, and we waved over at him to say hi and he says to us, "All four of them are bleached blond." And my gut instinct was to be like, I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, but also the truth in my heart was that there was absolutely no justification for not believing them, because of course they would, and sure enough these bozos roll out onto the stage and they are all four draco malfoy-ass bleach blond. God it looks a mess on Jeremy LOL and while the color/dye job wasn't bad on Alex, it was clear his finer hair wasn't holding up as well against the chemicals because it was just a fluffy riot mess. BUT GOD IT WAS REALLY SO INCREDIBLY STRIKING OF A VISUAL for them to be all be wearing all pure white/beige clothes and then to have this bleach-white hair and all of it catching and glowing under the stage lights... god... clearly the effect they were going for and it WORKED, IT REALLY DID. I think it looks so damn goofy (mostly on jez) out of context but it's ABSOLUTELY nailing the Everything Everything Gig Costumes energy/uniform thing that I felt like they'd drifted away from a little the past couple tour cycles, I'm so incredibly here for it

The set!!!! The gig!!!!!!! it wasn't a wildly different set from what we'd seen in CA last year, obviously RDF-heavy supplemented with a heaping helping of singles from the other albums too, but I remember thinking Leviathan and Pizza Boy were especially excellent aaaah. And Schoolin'! And the NEW SONG! The two pieces of it I IMMEDIATELY absorbed and retained were 'the image of a little yellow face to tell you that I'm sorry' and 'I love you like an atom bomb,' and I was spouting those two pieces back to anyone who wanted to talk to me about it for the rest of the night. I'm so lyrics-pilled/vocalist-biased. Which was.... Unfortunate, for this DC gig, because I do think the audio mix was pretty rough - at least from where we were standing so close to the front, I wonder if it was at least a tiny bit better further back into the crowd in the area the sound system was probably primarily calibrated for - and we were REALLY losing Jon in the mix, especially underneath how enthusiastically the crowd was singing along a lot of the time. We were on Jeremy's side of the stage and we were really just getting a LOT of Jeremy. (Which, the bass did sound absolutely fantastic, so hard to complain about that, at least, but still.) I was very thankful to be going to a few more gigs beyond this one so that this wasn't my only experience with it, especially New Song!!! Plus there were a bunch of other little tech difficulties too? Near the beginning of the new song, Jon's guitar strap came detached and wouldn't reconnect, and after struggling a bit with that he decided to just drift back and pass it off the stage to their tech guy--but he was still kind of singing/holding the mic, so as he moved on stage, the mic cable yanked the microphone stand straight over, too. Then the rest of the night that stand was pretty precarious and nearly fell two other times, only caught at the last minute by a true homie who was standing directly in front of it in the audience lmao. I think Becky yelled HIRE HIM! at one point. Annnnd also for like a whole verse of NOTLK jez's bass boards just kind of Gave Up. He tried switching to his other instrument but that wasn't working either, and then finally it all sort of came back online, so he played a little stretch with the wrong bass and then was able to switch back to the right bass when there was a lull in his part. SHAMBLES. lmfao. god it was a great gig though. SO FUCKING GOOD TO BE BACK I LOVE BAND UWAAAAAHH I WAS SO SWEATY AND HAPPY

afterrrr da gig, we needed very badly to drink water and so we managed to do that I believe, and we kind of loitered in the Merch Line Situation trying to figure out what was going on. I had kind of resolved not to buy merch until at least NY, part because I really didn't want to be lugging anything around with me for too much of my trip (esp on this night where I walked) and part because I'd read a post that Irving Plaza was among the venues who'd committed to not taking a cut of band merch sales and letting them keep it all, and I was like, well obvi that's where I want to spend my money. Plus it was cash only in DC and since I'd kind of told myself NY I didn't even have cash out, so it was nothing. BUT!!! homie Adrian whomst I had met at the DC Foals show last December had been there, a few people ahead of me in the queue and also rocking out yaayyy, and he was trying to get merch but the ATM inside the venue literally did not have any more cash left inside it to dispense because everyone was taking out so much of it to buy merch AAAH. so he reached out to me like 'you're going to more shows than just this one right?' and asked if I'd pick him up the stuff he wanted later and then mail it to him so he didn't have to contend with international shipping and I was like aaaah absolutely! yay gig comradeship!

so I think becky finally committed to getting in the merch line and I was mostly just waiting With Becky and there weren't a ton of people left because the venue was trying to clear out, but the handful of us who were still there, a wild Alex Robertshaw appeared up near the stage/bar. we vibed out whether he was receptive to Fan Bothering at this time but it seemed legit, so a bunch of us went over and socialized with him and took some pics, got some signatures, etc, woooo. We tried to vibe out from him also if the other guys were gonna be coming out, and when and where, but y'all know Alex is the awkwardest member of this band by a country mile and we didn't really have too coherent of a discourse at this point in time lmao. Not sure who talked to him about what at this point as I was just trying to hold down the fort and be Normal. I was able to give Alex the bracelet I'd made for him at this point (he was so cute studying on it and reading it ahaha - "rave-- kevin-- kevins rave KEVIN'S RAVE" and he smiled and I felt cool), and also meanwhile Pete was still running around stage doing roadietech type stuff and I sort of politely flagged him down like "do what you need to do if you need to do it but also: Hi lol" and I got to give him his bracelet as well! yay ♥. He complimented my shirt--I'd been getting a lot of compliments on it honestly, it's their Yellow Bird Project shirt that Jon designed some time ago, only I replaced the plain white sleeves of the original unisex tee with some sort of vermilion "girly fit" sleeves that are more comfy to me and kind of give the shirt a different look haha--and I sort of joked on that, said as much, oh, I swapped the sleeves out, "It's to cover up how sweaty I get." and Pete gave me a deadpan look and went "You don't even want to go there with me" and I was like "YEP I FEEL MUCH THE SAME" and I think we both enjoyed a moment of feeling very Seen about the sweatiness hehehehehe. I love Pete he is my heckin Friend With no additional merch purchases (merchases) (hm, no) the venue was finally for realsies ejecting us so we drifted back out into the streets and just like... okay... now what........ this was the point at which I think our Band Groupie-ing Crew became me, Becky, Danielle in the fox ears/tail, and a lanky youth named S.P. whom I'd talked to in line earlier while doling out bracelets (he had the good E E baseball cap; he asked for an Arc bracelet and I commended him for being an Arc fan, since I feel like they are a dwindling/rarer breed, and then I offered up my hot take that Violent Sun is just the second coming and second pass at Duet, which he thought was spicy, and then he asked for my most controversial E E take and I told him that I don't really like Tin very much and he told me he doesn't really like Shark Week very much and we agreed to disagree and have a good night LOL) (anyway I digress !). It was a warm enough night and none of us really had places to be so we didn't mind just loitering and trying to suss out some more Guys other than just Alex and Pete, but slowly but surely we became basically the only fans left sticking it out. so we stuck together! We split up to try to find if there was a rear stage door at the back and SP and I went one way (the long way RIP) and Becky and Danielle went the other way and it turns out the way that SP and I went was an alleyway just FULL of rats. Too many rats in DC!! People like to talk about rats in NYC but I saw WAY more in Washington just vibing out on the sidewalks and eating trash. I'm not anti-rat, they live there and deserve to live, but oh man it was just. I did not especially want a rat encounter LOL. The rat alley DID actually lead us to where the bus was though!!, but there was also a venue security guy there who was immediately like "Nope, back up, leave, bye" and we were like. understood have a nice day, and doubled around a different way to meet back up with the other two. wwwwelp.

We loitered a bunch more and eventually saw Alex and his homies like, AT LEAST two more times, but we ultimately never saw anyone else. They p much confirmed for us that because this was the first night of the tour, they had a really intense load-out, and everyone was jetlagged to all fuck, that they probably wouldn't ever make it out, even though at least once Alex had said something ambiguous/optimistic enough to imply that they might yet, but really it just got SO late that we couldn't justify still being there for nothing instead of being like. asleep. lol. SP and Danielle got rideshares, Becky and I walked back as far as her hotel together, and then I hiked the rest of my way back too and went the fuck to SLEEP!!! FIRST GIG IN THE BOOKS!! WHAT A LOVELY NIGHT GOD IT WAS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL TO BE SEEING THEM AGAIN ngl I think the blond is really attractive on Mike with his darker brows/beard and I'm always a sl*t for jonathan so like. beautiful. finally some delicious fucking food

it was super nice of my mom's friend to let me stay with him!!! I was so delighted to see his cats again, I remembered them from the last time I was there like six or so years ago, they're sooooo floofy and beautiful aahh. he also provided me with a white noise fan without me even asking which was SO choice. zzzzz. My plan was to get up in the morning, get coffee someplace nearby at wherever he recommended, and then hit the road forrrr... Philadelphia!!! Night two!!!! I got some breakfast tacos at a hella legit place, messed up my coffee/milk/sugar ratio ever so slightly but not in an undrinkable way, and then frickin. autobot rolled out. This drive was not bad at ALL, I timed it pretty much exactly like I planned it to, which was to: get to my friend's place where I was crashing in philly with, ideally, enough time to take a small nap before I had to do anything else, because, god, despite being pretty exhausted and sleeping okay on the nice guest bed in DC, I had BARELY slept the night before I left just from Travel Antsiness and from both staying up way later and waking up way earlier than I meant to unintentionally, and a second little recharge zzz before I went and did it all over again really hit the spot.

It was soooo nice to see Mads again and to see Mr. Angus and also meet BENNY!! More host cats!! They are suuuch silly good little lads, Mads and I had a ton of Kitty Chat and just vibing out and talking about concerts and fandom and stuff, I was so thankful she let me stay with her and getting to hang out was icing on the cake of this trip! She pointed me toward the trolley I'd need to take to get to the venue, and after my baby snzzz and drinking a ton of water and suiting up in my Arc-inspired look (literally just a sweatshirt dress I bought specifically because it was color-blocked very very much like the jackets/outfits they toured Arc in, I saw it and bought it immediately lmfao) I journeyed into the city, hoping to just find a place to eat in the vicinity of the gig! I was way closer up in the queue this time, the people in front of me were really just like.... the usual suspects, Annika+squad and David+squad (incl. Becky, who'd apparently already been there when I got there but wasn't there when I arrived), and also a super-nice woman immediately in front of me named Robin who I MEGA hit it off with!!! Hanging out with her was such an awesome part of my experience at this gig!!! she's COMPLETELY Offline which is so powerful for her but I hope there's some capacity in which we can continue to be friends because she ruled.

There was a Dominican(? I think) place like one block down from the venue where a couple in front of me had gotten some stuff and so I ran down there to snag food too and holy shit this man gave me so much goddamn food. Just a HUGE pile of rice and beans and some pork ribs, and I got a pineapple fanta, and I just popped a squat on the sidewalk and ate as much of it as I could which was probably not even half of what he gave me but it wasn't even that expensive so god bless. Once I wasn't dealing with my food sitch any more I was freed up to pass out a bunch of bracelets again, and I even got a couple more trades, one that was just a bunch of black beads and a bunch of Xs and one that says 'BUSSY' which I am elated about, thank you so fucking much lmao. Also someone offered to trade me an ibuprofen LOL and I was like no that's fine the bracelet can be free... for now, but I will keep that in mind if I change my mind later LOL aaahhh i was just so excited to give the bracelets out it was such a good vector for socializing and making Friends and Gig Buddies. I did learn p quickly at Philly that I should have made way more Man Alive, GTH, and Raw Data feel bracelets because those were basically the first to go every night and then I got stuck with just sad unloved Re-Animators and AFDs :( I was trying to like! do equal amounts of everything to give everything the love because I love them all! but people got favorites out there damn lmao. I was happy to be able to give Robin the MY KZ one because she said that's the first song she ever heard by them and it's special to her because of that (and then also it's been in the touring set and she got to hear them perform it too yay!!! I don't remember if she said she'd seen them before but it had just been a very very long time, or what, idk, aaaah).

We were R I G H T on the stage at this venue, slightly more to Alex's side this time, and the lip/rise of the stage was not very high at ALL and it felt almost like... intimidating, or like it shouldn't have been ALLOWED, for us to be that close to the stage. :flushed emoji: jeez lmao. I didn't fuck w merch here either but some people around me did I think and I held their spots, and a nice kid from right behind me in the queue brought me a Liquid Death which was so incredibly sweet. Pierre's set passed much as it had in DC, lmao; his other musician guy had a sweet fit on, though, this like two-piece set that was a really really dark/muted camo, a blazer over a black top and then matching like athleisure-fit pants and black boots, it was a fuckin look. They had a song at the very end of Pierre's Philly set that I don't think they'd done in DC (and that I didn't get in PGH either, it turned out), and ironically that was actually probably far and away the song of his I enjoyed the most, so I got kind of into it there at the end! but MAN was I ready to see the boys instead. hnnnn.

LADS SO CLOSE TO ME. JUST RIGHT THERE AND SINGING AND ROCKING. the set was aaaalmost exactly the same as DC, but in Philly they shifted Bad Friday up out of the encore and back into the set proper, and then replaced it in the encore with Violent Sun, which I admit I'd been bummed to not see in DC because I think the Violent Sun/No Reptiles encore double whammy is so incredibly crucial to the vibe. Warmed me to have it back in. Obviously Pittsburgh had so many other contributing factors that put it over the edge, but if it weren't for all of those, I think Philly would've been my favorite/best experience of these four gigs. Jon was spicy (he sang so many of the Original Rejected naughty lyrics, this is where we got 'he's a vegetable now' for the first and only time and also the only gig of the four where he leaned into the 'Arch Jeremy' gag in Arch Enemy, hehehehe, plus also motherfuckin' distant past which is not uncommon), and we got way more of the New Song-- through the whisper network of Becky, AG, David, etc., etc., we'd pieced together enough info to know by now that apparently the title of the song was in the lyrics of the chorus, and so I think it was in Philly that we all pretty much determined/decided that this was Cold Reactor. I love you like an atom bomb and I've become a cold reactor. I wasn't diving as DEEP into SONG DECIPHERING as some other folks were, but I did like kind of working on it at my own pace and absorbing it into my heart and my understanding of the band and what they're about to start doing, and so this was really great, for me, here, beautiful, beautiful. I took almost NO pics and vids at this one because my phone was kind of dying but also mostly just because I was honestly having such an enormously great time and I didn't feel the need to try to do anything other than be present in my body at the gig and experience it live. you KNOW?? LIKE!! MUSIC. man. EDIT TO ADD: I forgot to mention a small tech flub that was actually so charming, where near the very end of Arch Enemy jon seemed to be having trouble with his guitar board in the front, and he spent so long in the outro squinting down at it and trying to resolve the issue that he didn't fully come in on the It's time to show your face! bit at the proper time, and he ended up just saying "It's time to show your face." right into the mic very unaffected and straight-up in his regular speaking voice at the very, very end when the song was basically over. lol. he is cute. everyone is cute.

(I WILL ALSO SAY I got the giggles SO BAD at david and amanda's gudetama they slipped onto the stage, oh my god--I was going to take a joke video just dramatically zooming in on it, as one does, except right when I went to do that it got caught up in jon's mic cable and just TUMBLED AND JOSTLED ALL OVER THE PLACE and that fucking GOT me and I was DYING and it was right at like. the serious, heartstring-tugging, fuck-yeah parts of No Reptiles where I'm supposed to be at CHURCH and instead I'm losing my shit into hysterics over this poor gudetama just rolling everywhere alksdhjglaksd, I had to bury my face in Becky's shoulder for a measure or more and try to recover, oh my godddd. EGGS!) -- (OH ALSO I LMAO I HAVE SEVERAL AUDIENCE MEMBER ~BITS THAT I AM DOING just like, clapping here or there, participating actively in certain parts of things, and one that I kept doing for some asshole clown reason was singing along with/lampshading Alex's quick backing vox on the second verse of Spring Sun Winter Dread-- Philly was probably the place where I was the most prominent/obvious/easy to see doing it, and it made both him and Jeremy REALLY snicker, ahahaha I'm sorryyyyyyy for being obnoxioussssss)

The merch/loitering sitch was sli-iiightly more locked down, in here; there was only so long Marty and I could pretend to be thinking about merch/hanging out with people who were actually in line but not actually being in line before they really truly wanted us to leave, and they were pretty pissed that I even left the venue with an empty/ice-only water cup, never mind any dreams of re-entry. The militant energy of the security at this venue compared to how relatively chill and normal DC had been (for two venues I would say of comparable size/seriousness) was def my least favorite part of the Philly experience. I was outside, finishing my water and chitchatting with some artsy youths who were also unimpressed with security, and Becky's messaging me like "they're in here!" and I'm like "well I'm not and I can't come back so you gotta tell them to come out here!" lmao. But they did!!! All the guys came out before too long and I very delightfully got to talk to everyone. I gave Mike and Jeremy the bracelets I'd made for them - THEY both apologized to ME outright for not coming out to chat the night before?? like hello you’re the band we’re the fans you don’t owe us anything - they kind of came toward my side of the door first, and talked and chatted some, vs Jon sort of peeling the other way to the other half of the loiterers - I honestly have lost track of the sequence of events here and what happened when, but it was largely unimportant hehe. (Gosh, but then I keep randomly remembering other unrelated details. Like, for example, Black Cat gave me their big ol' signature black cat hand stamp, and I'd been thinking, oh this will be fun to watch my four hand stamps stack from these four gigs, the way I got two together from The Altogether/Matt Duncan double feature back in July, and then Underground Arts put theirs on the INSIDE OF MY WRIST and not the back of my hand, and both Irving and T-Bird just did wristbands. BUMMER.) But mostly just Seeing Band, Talking To Band. This was when I overheard Alex definitely confirm to someone that the new song is called Cold Reactor, and he sort of half-seriously half-not said they just didn't call it that on the setlist in case there was another "New Song" they might want to decide to start playing there instead at the last minute, even though the longer this goes on the more confident we are that they're not going to do that and that Cold Reactor is gonna be a new single that probably drops once this tour is over <___< eyes emoji. Also, between Wednesday and Thursday we also knew that the bleach-blond hair is for Lore Reasons, which we assume are to do with Cold Reactor and the album it will be on, because of course it is. stupid. jonathan higgs I want to crawl inside your deranged pisces mind and meld with it vulcan style.

anyway, as far as my short term memory can be relied upon/will tell me is the truth, I think Jon was actually the last person I ended up in contact with on this night; I was drifting over toward him but someone else was still engaged in an active conversation with him, so I was like, well obviously I will wait my turn and let other people have jonathan time even though I'm the biggest jonathan girlie, I can just hang and go in when he frees up, and so I was turned slightly away from him listening in on other convos and talking to Becky and maybe Annika or a couple other people, and then suddenly there's a delicate hand on the back of my shoulder and Jon's right in my fucking ear ominously going "hello." askdjhgka. He was soooo cute and nice, I gave him the bracelet I made him as well (which was "I wanna be there" from Violent Sun and shades of re-animator orange) and he was immediately like Oh, of course you, are the bracelet distributor, and I was like hehehe yes, and he asked if I also had to do with the gudetama and I was like absolutely not I have no idea what is going on there lmfao. and I think amanda and david did take credit for it at that time of course so yes hehe. Ended up in a fun casual chitchat with Jon and Becky for most of the rest of the time here, with her trying to squeeze him for info about the new song and album and lore hehehe and him being his typical cryptic trolly cagey Jon, and it was all in incredibly good fun; he noticed her bracelet too, and she pointed it out like Yes I got the one that says This Is The Prophecy from big climb because it hearkens back to that bit they were doing on twitter from way before that song even came out so I gave her that one on purpose duh lol, and Jon says "Oooh yep I forgot about that. .. Album..." and mimed swiping his hair back like whoopsie lmao and it was such a silly little half-self-neg on Re-Animator lol, and so I said "WELP too bad! because the one I made from you is one of those too haha!" and he took another look at it as if to remind himself about it and then went "Well yeah that one's good" with a wryer wickeder laugh and I was like lmao tell us how you really feel. But like he's right violent sun is perfect and I actually labored so long over what I was going to have jon's say because he was the only person I didn't have a really solid concrete idea of what to make for and ALSO he was the only one I REALLY wanted to get PERFECT because it's important to me and yeah. so it was. reassuring for him to like the violent sun one. idk anyway.

The woman we'd seen running around doing a lot for them, including merch, who recognized us from DC the night before and was fun and glib about it, and who turns out to be: Tour Manager Sam, finally had enough of our fucking about and started very efficiently organizing us all into "everyone who wants a pic with themself + all four guys come get in Now and I'm gonna play photographer and then we all gotta go the fuck home" and I respected it SO much lmao, so we had sort of a rotating queue of group picture taking and then the guys all went back inside the venue (I kind of fingerguns'd Jon like "New York :D?" and he looked at me just SO Put Out and just deadpanned "Of course you're going to be there." of course!! lmfao) and we started talking amongst ourselves just out of reluctance to let the night end/social energy we still wanted to wallow in and that was cute and nice. I said goodbye to some folks who weren't going any further on the tour. I had such a wonderful night. Then, lo and behold, we turn around and Jeremy's up on the stoop of the venue, and he's like, I think I've locked myself out. I am locked out and I also don't have my phone on me. lmfao jez. he goes "I am going to blame jonathan" and we allowed him that. I was like, do you want me to TWEET AT SOMEONE LOL and he was like good god no they'll come back for me eventually, and then yes they did, and THEN we all left hahahaha. becky insisted on sticking with me part of the way to the trolley but I was like, it is coming in 14 minutes and it says it's gonna take me 12 minutes to get there I gotta GO!, and I freaking missed it anyway!!! and then I had to wait like OVER HALF AN HOUR MORE for the next one and i didn't even get ON the trolley till like 12:50 and it was soooo late before I was back at mads's place aiyaa. But, all in all, TRULY SUCH A GOOD NIGHT I JUST LOVE BEING IN AN ACTIVE BUZZY FANDOM SPACE AND MEETING FANS AND PARASOCIALING AND DANCING AND SINGING AND DOING ARTS N CRAFTS. you KNOW?? you know. you're on tumblr you get it.

The Philly to Jersey (pre-NYC) leg of my road tripping was set to be Thee shortest drive I had to make the whole time, so I let myself have time in the morning to keep snoozing and fucking about, even though I once again woke up way earlier than I'd hoped to and didn't ever make it back to sleep after that. But the tradeoff was still super nice and relaxing vibing with Madeline--I offered to buy her breakfast in exchange for the couch-crashin' and we got hella bagel sandwiches and cold brew from a place real close by her apartment, and scarfed 'em down while watching the most recent ep of Make Some Noise and just shooting the shit (again, largely about either fandom or kitty cats. We are simple folk). My sandwich contained salmon, a fried egg, and the most incredible sloppy caramelized onions, what a banger. The last truly good food I truly enjoyed before my mega super Travel Tummy set in and wrecked my whole shop metabolically speaking, rip. I took a little rinsy-rinse shower at her place too, and then finally made myself get up and Go to do the runaround silly business of driving to and parking in NJ, taking the ferry in to Manhattan, and then taking the subway to Allegra's place for NIGHT THREE IN NEW YORK CITY WOOOOO. I LOVE going to E E with Allegra!!!!! Once again I used her place primarily as a spot to change out of my car clothes and into my gig clothes (it's RDF night; I wore an oversized pale beige button-up shirt, actually left over from my Foals Antidotes costume from last halloween hahaha, gussied up with E E pins and jewelry) and to fuck about with bracelets. I made Allegra a special In Birdsong bracelet, the only one I did from that song :) because allegra is my special E E friend!! and she needs one of her special song!!! Fandom... is good. Allegra also had a kickass outfit. We stopped in at a tex-mex place she really wanted to try that was nearby the venue, and i got pretty nervous that it was gonna be a little late before doors for us to be hitting a sit-down dinner spot, but we rushed it along pretty well on the food and got our slice of dessert cake to go in a box and everything was A-OK. And I had time to hit a bodega for merch cash from the ATM and a pineapple soda for fortitude! let's GOOO irving plaza.

God, Irving was kind of a shitshow when it came to queuing and security though. There were a fair few people in line ahead of us, maybe just as many or slightly more than what I'd had in DC (definitely further back than Philly, although in line near us were the same also-eating-Dominican-food couple from the Philly gig, and I recognized them and was glad to see them again-- I FULLY DO NOT REMEMBER/DID NOT CATCH Y'ALL'S NAMES, AND I FEEL TERRIBLE BECAUSE WE HUNG OUT AND WORKED TOGETHER SO MUCH, i am so sorryyyyy), but then because it's not a sweet local friendly indie venue but is in fact Livenation As Hell, there's some person affiliated with the venue wandering up front offering some sort of VIP/fast pass line experience where you can just cough up some extra cash and get in your own special line and get to go in first regardless of how long other people have been queuing--you know the deal. Wack as hell. I think David and Amanda opted for this in some capacity, so I was happy for them about it, but a lot of the other people who ended up doing it had kind of rancid vibes of just like "concert-going" and not the very lovely communal sardine megafan energy everyone else had had thusfar. Also it put us where we were at in the queue standing in a place that just had a really terrible smell of sewage, which persisted almost the entire time we were there only to suddenly be replaced by a very powerful smell of bleach, as if whatever it was was suddenly being cleaned/sanitized. ICKY!! Annika was enough further ahead of us in line that I thought it might have only been over where we were but she said no she was definitely getting it too. new york city babey

Bracelet distribution got a little silly here, too, since the queue was wrapping SO far back and was being policed a little more stringently, but I had kind of figured I may need some kind of additional plan, especially since I'd decided not to wear my fanny pack (bum bag--fanny pack, says Jonathan Higgs in a derisive American accent, even as he's telling me he likes mine a lot, skdjshgalkj smh) since my shorts under my shirt had really capacious pockets and that just made for one less thing to worry about--I snagged a sheet of paper at Allegra's place, along with a gallon-size ziploc bag, and I put all the bracelets in there with a note that said to just take one if you wanted one and pass it back through the queue while we waited. It was kind of a crapshoot how effective I thought this was going to be, especially since I had to kind of wait to deploy it once there was a substantial queue BUT by the time there was a big queue it meant that I couldn't see exactly HOW big from where I was near-ish enough to the front, so I didn't know how far the bag was going to make it, if someone was going to end up stuck with my whole big bag at the back of the line (esp since I had a fair number of extra Philly bracelets left over that I lumped in with the NYC ones just because I still Had them).... whew...! BUT by the time Marty was there, he was further enough back from me that I asked him to kind of check up on it when it made it to him and keep passing it; and, by the time we were going inside, I could see zero sign of the bag itself but I DID catch a lot of people milling around me wearing bracelets, and one or two of them did stop me to thank me (since I'd indicated on my note in the bag that I was the person with green hair hahaha), and then I never saw 'em again, so I guess it was a relative success!! Yayyyyy!! WAY less conducive to making New Line Friends than the DC/Philly setup had been, but incredibly effective at making sure that all my bracelets found new homes rather than me having to take a huge handful home with me again and them just sitting in my house forever LOL. success! :)

tl;dr about the bracelets. not important compared to concert and band. WE GO INSIDE!! They have such dumb security/bag check. a gender-split process where the men get patted down by a dude guard and the women get patted down by a lady guard? In TYOOL 2023? you hate to see it. She felt the Sharpie in my back pocket and made me take it out and surrender it???? MY METALLIC BRONZE SHARPIE ? ? no sharpies in the venue I guess. Talked to at least one other person who got sharpie-confiscated too, but also at least two people who fully didn't and still had markers just fine. Absolute shenanigans. Allegra and I didn't quite get barrier due in part to fastpass line nonsense but we did end up right exactly behind Annika &co. with perfect sightlines, once again stage-left/Jeremy-ward-of-center. we don't hate it! my Philly pals to my left with David, Becky et al in front of them. Me fully surrounded by redheads. LOL.

this was the laaaatest show of my whole run, a whole lot of standing around just waiting for Band, and also definitely the energy of "trying to politely vibe to pierre kwenders's set because he can clearly see me and look straight at me even though I would much rather just skip to the bit I actually came for and don't necessarily need to see his set" just slowly increasing every night RIP lol. BUT WE MADE IT! ohhhh new york. EXACT same set as Philly but I couldn't even be mad about it because I was still so grateful to get a Man Alive song that wasn't just MY KZ (not that I don't love my kz obviously, but it HAS been in the set literally all eight times that I have seen E E live as of this Irving Plaza gig, and something else from that album is fun fresh delicious) (OH, SWEET THREEP OF FRIDAY EVENING, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW) and to be getting COLD REACTOR again, especially becaussseee by this point I knew just enough of the lyrics that I felt confident singing/mouthing along conspicuously with the parts that I Did know, aka I See You Sir I'm Doing The Thing Just Watch Me, god I wish I knew how to be not so fucking extra but then again no I don't. we did get saddled with some Rather Annoying audience members in our near vicinity--a couple I'd spotted in the fastpass line earlier wedged themselves hard between me and my tall redhead/mask-wearing homie from Philly, all like "ummm we're short :)" because they. were, but that didn't give them a right to be pushy and rude, and their vibes were kind of shit because the sense I got was they were mostly there because the girl really loved the band and the dude didn't know much about them at all, and also they were already drunk so early on in the set, and they were talking loudly with some other fans they'd just met and getting Lore™ explained to them and it was just a lot of. loud talking and shoving. in my vicinity. when I would have preferred for there to. not be. BUT Also materializing behind me was someone who said "I saw your bracelets on twitter do you still have any!!" and I had to be like UHHHH FUCK, NO, I turned them loose into the queue, did they not make it as far as you..?? and she sadly said no, and I was like, well the only one I have left is this one I just left on for tradesies/advertising purposes, and it says "akon in the butterfly house" so that's kind of a deep cut, if you're familiar-- and she went WAIT REALLY and seemed SUPER jazzed to get a Dave Sardine-ass bracelet and I was like OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT, GOOD, ACTUALLY, because I'd made four of these and I knew they were going to be the deepest cut/hardest sell and I was really really hoping that whoever ended up with them would actually get and appreciate them. so thank you, andrea, for being that person, and for appearing exactly when the bracelet needed it most. so glad to have hung with you this night. sorry that you too found yourself among the ranks of the sharpie-confiscatees.

ANYWAY, OTHER THAN THAT, THIS AUDIENCE WAS FIRE AND THIS GIG SLAPPED. We were finally in a space and an environment that REALLY lent itself to the crowd actually full on bouncing/dancing instead of just kind of wobbling and vibing and everyone in my immediate zone was really going hard. I LOVE this fucking BAND. I love every song by this band. I love when Jon just points the mic at the crowd and the entire crowd sings the whole song word for word and note for note. I love that Jon was still desperately trying to cram the name of the host city into the start of My Kz, despite the fact that "Washington" subs for "Lucifer" perfectly (he has done this both times I've seen them in DC lol) but "Philadelphia" is WAY too stupid long and "New York City," while a syllable shorter, scans metrically in an extremely busted way and you could have just said EN WHY CEE or. y'know. lucifer. but okay man you do you. Jon was just as rowdy as the rest of us lmfao. he was like, climbing up and down off Mike's riser, he was finding people who were taking photos/videos and staring directly into their cameras (me fucking included--I'm sorry, Jon, you can't make eye contact with me while singing the "When I saw you, I fell in love" part of Leviathan, I am pretty sure that is illegal and a crime against my humanity), and basically all the tracks from Get To Heaven (plus like, Cough Cough and NOTLK) blew the fucking roof off the place. I think he donked some My Kz lyrics hehehe he just skipped to the alt lyrics of the chorus too early without completing the standard chorus first at the end, and a little flubbo in NOTLK and a tiny stutter in No Reptiles too, everyone was just TOO ROWDY and he's THROWN LOOPY and man did we not care. I said multiple times to people on this tour that pretty much the closest things I've ever experienced to true Religion are a) being in an E E audience for No Reptiles and b) being in a Hedwig audience for Midnight Radio. they're the same spiritually in my heart and also like do people who love Jesus feel this way and is this why. insane. the cult leader imagery was Not Wrong!!!!!

I wanna MERCH! I got in the line not too long after the show wrapped, but true to reports I'd heard about the pre-show merch line, it was moving verrryy slowly, with just one guy manning it who was not exactly quick and a card reader that seemed pretty chuggy too (but hey, at least NY was taking card). I'd known I wanted the poster--it's got my favorite neon orange on it, it really really slaps, and I wanted something to get signed--but I let myself talk myself into a t-shirt too, mostly because I was REALLY excited to buy E E merch apparel that wasn't black or white. Yellow!! a really freaking good yellow!! I wish the yellow ones had actually had the tour dates on them like the black and white ones did but the yellow branding has been pretty exclusive to this leg of tour (i.e. vs the red branding of the west coast one last year) and it looks soooo good with my hair that I don't especially mind. I also knew that Adrian wanted a copy of Caps Lock On, but that he also wanted a shirt, but I hadn't heard back from him about which shirt or what size so I just got the book and my stuff and then bounced. Communique from outside was that Alex had surfaced but no one else, but that Alex had promised appearances by the rest of them, but that also Alex was already gone and unlikely to return by the time I made it outside. I posted up with all my friends from inside, god this was SUCH a good sardine squad this night, and it took some waiting but eventually the promises came true! All the other boys surfaced and we had some REALLY great fan chats and mingling this tiimmmmee. oh my gosh. A guy came with a Modern Bison CD that Jon and Jeremy were really truly overjoyed to see and to sign and take pictures with; I talked to Jeremy about the bracelets some more because he'd been wearing the one I gave him the WHOLE GIG IN NEW YORK SO LIKE THAT'S GONNA BE IN ANY PHOTOS THAT WERE TAKEN PROFESSIONALLY SPEAKING, oh my gosshhh, he was so nice about it and enjoyed that his Arch Jeremy matched my Arch Emily, the vibes were impeccable; and then I got everyone to sign my poster, but of course Alex was gone already, so Jon offers to forge Alex's signature and goes "look it's like this" and draws some loopy scribble on there and I'm like, lmao, sure.

thing was... I had absolutely heard Jeremy signing something for someone else the night before talking about how he was getting really good at forging Alex's signature for him, since I guess it's normal for him to be the one that disappears the sneakiest (god he really is just the Justin Craig of this band, it's 1:1, huh), and so when I told Jeremy this, he was like "I'll do it" and I was like "no Jon did already do it" and he was going to just leave it then, like, oh, well, okay, but then he saw the mess Jon had made and he was like "--that's quite dreadful actually-- the trick is to not overthink it--" and so now my poster has two forged Alex Robertshaw signatures and zero authentic ones. l m f a o. (To be fair, I do have other things they've all four signed, and Jeremy's fake Alex is at least passable, and Jon's fake Alex is Absolute Dogshit Nothing. I am obsessed.) I even got Peter to sign! He was talking with another fan about a gift she'd given them in the past that had sadly been part of what they lost in their studio fire, it was really heartbreaking to hear. He also thanked me again for his bracelet and told me he planned to give it to his daughter and that she would love it. We took a pic together! Pete the GOAT.

While I was making the rounds with the other boys and other fans, Allegra mostly in tow, swapping sharpies among those of us who still had them, Becky was back with Jon, taking a couple videos for people who weren't there in NY to talk about stuff that they were curious about--I think in the context of Maria, Becky said something like, she thinks the hair is crazy, and Jon said into the camera something like, "If you think it's crazy Now, give it like two or three more weeks, and you're really gonna think it's crazy." SIR WHAT. If the blond is a precursor to something else happening I'm gonna be so the opposite of normal about it, and if the bleach is a stepping stone toward the boys dyeing their hair Other colors I am going to be PROFOUNDLY NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT, AND IF ANY MEMBER OF THE MANCUNIAN ROCK BAND EVERYTHING EVERYTHING HAS THEIR HAIR DYED GREEN ANY TIME IN THE NEAR FUTURE I AM GOING TO BE ABSOLUTELY COMPLETELY INSUFFERABLE. tyler the creator unfollow me right now etc. etc. etc. The more I've thought about it I don't THINK this is what's up--my sense is that any Cold Reactor music video is probably already filmed and ready to drop alongside the single pretty quick after the tour ends, rather than being something they're going to film/put together entirely post-tour, so they probably needed the bleachblond for some energy similar to how I felt about them when they first walked on stage in DC, but Oh man...... OH MAN............ I digress. anyway.

following up from that, Allegra (I think? Or maybe still Becky and allegra was just Present) addressed the notion of the hair being related to the Lore, and like, did that mean lore for the single/the upcoming album ? ? which was what we were assuming, and Jon said some demented and ominous and extremely exciting phrase like, "The lore for this one is.... b o t t o m l e s s" in his always-startling real deep Jon voice, and that was the fucking sound bite of the evening, folks. FOLKS. ALLEGRA AND I WENT ALL THE WAY BACK TO HER APARTMENT JUST CONTINUALLY SAYING "THE LORE IS BOTTOMLESS!" my body is so god damn ready.

We bid farewells to all our friends for whom NYC was their final stop on this tour!! SAD!!!!!! Going to miss all the homies T___T it's not fair that we're not just all going to every single stop on this tour I don't think? it should actually be illegal for us not to be present when the band is performing?? the hugest RIP. Hugs exchanged all around. Me trying to say bye to Jon but he's engaged with someone else so I think I just awkwardly said "See you tomorrow" twice and then we left. becky maaaybe trying to last minute scramble to also come to pgh now despite not really having accounted for it in her plans originally ? ? I was not certain what she intended here but I supported her. yes. me, annika and AG for sure being there at least. we ride. Back to allegra's where I did, unfortunately, sleep ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLY/BASICALLY NOT AT ALL due to being so hot and stuffy in my little nest on the floor that it was making me nauseated, I think I got maybe 2.5 hours tops, but I didn't really have a choice because if I wanted to be back home in time to do ANYTHING other than just rock straight over to the queue for Thunderbird then I knew I was going to have to leave so GOD DAMN early in the morning to haul ass back to where my car was and then drive the seven hours to pgh. But I did exactly that!!!! bitch!!!!! Other than some issues like, managing to make a timely pit stop for gas/potty/coffee, I endured the miserable long roadtrip despite myself, raging my way through the poconos, downing the largest cold brew Wawa would sell me, having a truly tragic car vs quesadilla incident, etc. My BFF Francis even got on the phone with me for the last hour or so and we chatted and I got to give them the whole update on the tour thus far, so fun! They MIGHT try to go to the Chicago stop next week!!! if they feel like they can swing it, and I was like ok no pressure but also it's been an extraordinary experience for me thusfar and I highly recommend. So if you see Francis at E E Chicago please holler at them kindly from me!!! :) But at the very least they said they did want a T-shirt and venmo'd me money to buy them one, since I was already still gonna have to get one for Adrian. woooooo

I got home with, yeah, basically exactly enough time to shower, get my outfit together, and regroup before heading to the venue !!! I JUST BARELY missed the bus that would've gotten me there the most promptly, largely due to not being able to find another fucking Sharpie since irving plaza took my first one lmfao, and it ended up being quicker to walk there than to wait the 36 minutes it would've been for another bus or whatever. I still had MEGA travel tummy so I just snagged an apple and scarfed it down on the walk over. Annika was already there queuing! so we hung out in line together and waited and drank the waters we had definitely brought in from outside the bar and just vibed lol. and she was like, I heard them checking two new songs that haven't been in the setlist yet, and I was like ha ha lol like what, and she said, kevin's car and leave the engine room.

and listen, I was optimistic. that my social media obnoxiousness and well-known, easily observable public desires might yet sway them, because come on it's my hometown and it's the last show i'm gonna see on this tour and I sent them donuts, and those were MEANT as a KINDNESS and an ENTHUSIASM FOR DONUTS and not as a bribe, but if anyone wanted to interpret them as a bribe anyway whomst was I to say no, but like. just because I want the band i like to do a thing absolutely does not mean that they have to fucking do it. I want to be crystal clear that i have never at any point EXPECTED them to do this. i just. hoped. yearned in my heart of hearts. and also had very sound rationale for how possible/likely it was. Here's How Engie Room Can Still Win. yfm. but the soundcheck all but confirmed it in my soul for me. and I was like... glad, that she'd been there and caught it and could tell me about it, because it gave me time to like, come to terms with the reality of it, emotionally. AAH. AAAAAHHH, OKAY. BITCH, PLIABLE HEAD, IT'S ALL HAPPENING.

we lingered and watched the queue form behind us-- I spotted a kid I'd seen at the Philly show, god bless. Everywhere we turn, repeat customers. I was telling my work friend today, I feel like the US fanbase for E E is significantly smaller than the UK audience, but we make up for it in that we go fucking hard. Every US fan is a superfan. there are no half-assed american sardines. and that has been so BEAUTIFUL and means the WORLD to me to be sharing it with the other ones of you. Bracelet sharing rocked at this gig!! I had exactly as many as I'd set aside for Pittsburgh and no more, since all my spares had evaporated up at Irving, A new person ALSO HAD BRACELETS!!! LIKE, for realsies Made For Trading At This Show Specifically bracelets, it was suuuuch a delight, so in addition to my eclectic collection from the previous gigs I now also have one that says RAW DATA FEEL with some truly choice glow in the dark bric-a-brac on there as well, and my heart was so warm aaaaaah. fwiendship :) Also spotted in the pre-doors queue were the Pizza Boy costumed guy and a woman I met at Foals in 2019?? who I guess automatically recognizes me because of the green hair, but just. omg. the community!!!! I'm dying!!!!!!

There was a slight will-call kerfuffle that nevertheless did not stop me from being dead center dead at the front right in front of where jonathan's mic was destined to be, and I was like. god. here we go. the home stretch. This was ABSOLUTELY the WORST place to be to be pretending to be interested in pierre's set, because he kept looking straight at me and dog I gotta admit four shows in I was feeling pretty tired. like, the energy of E E Itself was going to fully reinvigorate me, but nearly everything else on the planet was like totally disinteresting and I wasn't really up for it, especially when it's my semi-sex-repulsed ace-spectrum ass being just really put off by the suggestive gyrations of a performer that is not to my tastes. UM SORRY BYE HAHA. they didn't even play the one song I kind of liked. I managed to miss like two and a half songs of his set being still locked in the merch line at least lmao. literally WHILE I WAS STANDING IN THE MERCH LINE they sold out of the yellow shirt and I couldn't get me and francis matchies so I had to get them the black instead :( but thankfully they still had the one Adrian wanted because idk what I would have done if I had to scramble for a plan B with him on short notice haha. and I had EXACTLY enough cash for the two shirts left from the day before and I was paying Tour Manager Sam with it like oh my gosh I'm so sorry this is like my sweaty pocket cash from last night this is kinda gross and she was just like, No actually that's honestly exactly how I've been rolling as well and it is kind of gross so like agreed hahaha. She's the best. Idk how long she'll be tenured to them but I'd love to see her continue to exist in like their coterie moving forward. impeccable vibes.

also used merch waiting as a way to distribute more bracelets and get a drink of water! WOOHOO NOW I AM READY TO RECEIVE MY COMMUNION THANK YOU. they put the setlists down and there was a very small fraction of me that wanted to avert my eyes but like I. I had to know. and annika said yes there are new songs in the list. and I peered into the list and my song was there.

hey guys. hey guys? look, this was for me. I have to be honest with you. i manifested this. by being annoying on twitter. by being god's specialest costume-making donut-gifting bracelet-slinging weirdo. I'm owning it and it's mine. I was exactly EXACTLY right with "well, if they put Engine Room in they'll probably take Leviathan out, because they'd kind of fill the same role of slow moody song in the set, and then they'll probably swap in a different non-Man Alive song to compensate for Engine Room being there instead," and this is exactly what happened, and so then not only did I get Engine Room but I also got REGRET, WHICH IS ALSO AN EMILY THREEPWILLOW PLIABLE HEAD SONG, BECAUSE HERE THESE NERDLORD KINGSHIT BANDBOYS ARE IN MY GODDAMN BACK YARD, they're in my house and god it took me the whole fucking set up to then to just prepare, like I had to try not to think about it so I could enjoy what was right in front of me. God it was so fucking, fucking good. our position along the stage had Alex's stuff REALLY forward in the mix which was kind of new for me, but jon was just right there and every time I lifted my hands to dance and to yearn it was like, the only thing stopping me from touching you is my own sense of propriety and not any kind of physical barrier or distance, and the person immediately behind me was seeing the band for the first time and felt similarly about NOTLK as I did to Engine Room and those two songs were literally back to back in the set so we kind of screamed and cried and died together, I gave her a huge hug, and LOL SORRY NOT SORRY THAT I GOT MY KZ AND LEVIATHAN TAKEN OUT OF THE SETLIST FOR Y'ALL, PITTSBURGH, I DO FEEL KIND OF BAD BUT THIS WAS UMMM IMPORTANT TO ME, THANK YOU, goodbye. goodbye I left the planet. I thought I was going to cry and I nearly did but I didn't, but I did actually maybe start hyperventilating. like I'm glad I knew it was coming ahead of time because if it had been a full surprise I think whatever was happening to my lungs would have been exponentially worse and I may have even fainted.

(which, btw: jonathan. jon. when he came out on stage, he almost immediately got his mic cable caught on the edge of where his setlist was taped down, and in jerking it around, he whipped the setlist up off the floor and way upstage toward where Pete was; when he finally put it to rights and taped it back down, he just left it where it was at, far enough away from me that I definitely could not read it anymore; and like DID YOU DO THAT ON PURPOSE? TO MOVE IT OUT OF MY LINE OF SIGHT, TO MAYBE KEEP ME FROM READING IT? SURELY YOU HAVE TO KNOW THAT I'D ALREADY SEEN IT LIKE 15 MINUTES AGO. NICE TRY BUT IT'S TOO LATE I SAW EVERYTHING. i love him. i'm in physical pain.)

knowing this was my final one, I went so, so, incredibly hard, I let myself dance and mosh and scream and take way more pics and videos than I had before, I leaned on the lip of the stage, I had an absolute fucking blast. When the set was over a few other people who were more strategically positioned (i.e. people who had not had their most easily accessible setlists unceremoniously yoinked several feet away) snatched up the closest ones way quick; there was a general tension in the crowd at being able to see jon's, but it being further away out of reach, and one ballsy-ass kid (the "Kevin" person who'd accompanied the pizza boy person) actually clambored up onto the stage and ninja'd over and took it for himself, which inspired two copycats to do the same for some discarded guitar picks (and all of which definitely provoked a very loud, unimpressed, authoritative barking of "HEY!!!" from some security somewhere, like, they definitely shouldn't have done that!! yikes!!!!). I, instead, very patiently waited for an opportune moment to get the attention of their short king guitar tech as he was running around doing teardown, and someone else flagged him first and got pete's setlist, and in my final moments I got him to get me mike's. Gang, I'm gonna be real with you, I was not leaving my Pittsburgh hometown show in which they played Leave The fucking Engine Room without a setlist. there would've been blood or at the very least tears. so like. thank god lmao. Satisfied, we got some water and then headed out!!!

It was a long, chilly wait for the boys outside--god, the chilliness was REFRESHING, though, it's October for crying out loud, and DC and Philly and NY had all been muggy sweaty hot with no need for even long pants, much less a jacket, but I was glad I'd had the forethought to wear my flannel around my waist to cover up the YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT printed around the ass of my shorts on my walk over to deter questions, lmfao. We easily identified the spot on the side of the venue where we assumed the guys were coming out, it was all just a matter of time. (AG and I getting some confusing-to-parse messages from Becky? Idk my phone was SUPER dying so I was trying to leave it on airplane as much as possible, I didn't even make it to the end of the night, RIP needing to use my map all day in the car and even with it plugged in spending more than I was juicing of the battery. Listen i needed PICS and VIDEOS!!) I saw Jon first, and he almost looked past me before spotting me there because I was pretty close to the corner of the block, and I just stared at him, and said, May I hug you. and he said, of course! and I hugged him so long and so hard just like, thank you, I was extremely emotional then and I'm also getting extremely emotional now just typing about it, and he was like omg haha what for? Coming to your town? and I was like coming to my town and playing my SONG!!! And then he said something with the tone of a snarky teasy joke but that was like flusteringly truthful underneath about them legitimately rearranging the set quite a lot for me, and I have not stopped screaming internally since then, and Jeremy joked that I'd just seen the exact same set three times and they felt they ought to give me at least something new ha ha ha but like it wasn't entirely a joke, and I just don't even know how to process this. i am perishèd in the soil. anyhow.

I wanted both my setlist and my Supernormal EP vinyl signed by all the boys, and I managed this with relatively little doing ("A deep cut!" jeremy remarks of the supernormal, haha), but I didn't want to be crowding them and getting in the way of other people getting lad time, so I kind of took a backseat and just talked when the time was right, but Jon did kind of keep wanting to talk to me. We talked about the new song, and we talked about the donuts I sent over--oh my GOD, because I was like, they're from that place over there, you can see the big neon donut sign from here! haha, and he was like dyou know what, I knew that's where they were from, because I went over there earlier in the day and got one for myself, I got a huckleberry one and I came back with it and everyone was like, what's that, they were very jealous, and then not too long after that this box of loads of them just shows up-- And like I am a donut fairy psychic wizard. Also everyone who is ever in Pittsburgh should go to Oliver's donuts and eat their fabulously good products. I will shill for them literally any day of the week. This is the second band I have given Oliver's to this year. I cannot be stopped. ANYWAY. i honestly almost could have written that prediction on an envelope and sealed it, that they'd end up wandering in there on their own only for me to send them some too. i was so tickled that jon got the huckleberry one because it's their signature flavor and it's SO PINK and allegra and I had just decided the night before that jon higgs is hot pink coded. like, in the universe where they are dyeing their hair multicolors for the lore. anyhow. it's good shit.

i had SO much fun after this show, even though it was so chilly and dark and we were scrungling around on a literal street corner outside a wine and spirits store, I was like holding people's things so they could get pics and signatures, I was showing off my supernormal booty shorts, I was talking to Jon about lore----- ohhh, my god, I had exactly two bracelets left when the night was over, literally the end of my stash, and it was one Final Form FIRST BODY LAST BODY that I said, y'know, I'm going to save this for my bestie francis when I send them the shirt, because that's the lyric I wanna get a tattoo of, and it'll match with my PLIABLE HEAD bracelet, and it'll be another sort of besties matching thing; and my one lone AKON IN THE BUTTERFLY HOUSE bracelet that remained, where I'd kind of said, well, if this one doesn't find the right home tonight, then at the end of the night I'm going to give it to Jon too. So I dug in my bag and passed it off, and he was like "what does this one say.... kon... Akon... Akon in the house--what is--OH AND THERE'S A LITTLE BUTTERFLY ON THERE, God--" and he was GRINNING and he was SO TICKLED BY IT and Jez chimed in with just like "The attention to detail--" and Jon was like "this is my favorite one actually," he LOVED IT AND I WAS SO CHARMED AND EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT, and then he offered me up something like "you kno-ow, this, the song, of this, there's actually a reference to it in something, something you've never heard-- and--that you never will," doing his cryptic Jon troll grin, "the one thing that didn't make it," with the implied end of that sentence being "onto the album," and 'album' in this case being implied to be Raw Data Feel, which they have very publicly said that for once was an album where they just put everything on and didn't cull any songs or reserve any bonus tracks to release later or whatever. So I said, "Oh, from the one that we've been told had no cuts...?" also not explicitly saying RDF, and his answer to that was vague/nondescript enough but was probably an affirmative, but then he did follow that up with "that's lore that's SO far down the line, WAY WAY out there," and god, just, how deep does this man's brain and nonsense even fucking go. how far into the future is there LORE. BOTTOMLESS!!! I am obsessed with him. i cannot stress enough how blorbo he is to me.

The shorts came back up in conversation too ("Sorry, let me just look quite closely at your ass for a moment--" "It's okay, the shorts are designed that way--") and him saying, yeah, we do talk about some of the costumes still, and then segueing into asking if I had plans for this year and what I was doing, and I said, maybe, I'm not sure if I want to tell you, and he said, Is it to do with us, and I said, Neither confirm nor deny, and he said, Well if it's not, then, I want to know, with kind of a 'duh' tone ahahaha because like true there would be no reason to be coy if it was nothing to do with E E at all, and I explained that like I kind of have to have two costumes ("of course you do."), WELL because y'know the E E ones don't really play to or land with the general populace (a very cheeky "No!") so I have, just, one that's for going to parties, and one that's for fucking around on the internet. He seemed to find that acceptable hahaha.

Anyway what I REALLY wanted with wearing the Supernormal shorts was a group pic of all five of us normal frontways, and then a group pic of all five of us facing backward/ass to the camera a la the picture of them outside the White House, where you could see the goof of my shorts but also all of their butts, but this was an ABSOLUTE DISASTER TO DO when it was so dark that phone cameras were taking everything long-exposure, and also they'd all had just enough beer to not really be following on what the bit was. Absolute shit results on the backwards pic because I couldn't, y'know, see to coordinate it, because I had my back turned. (Me yelling, "Not just MY butt, EVERYONE'S butts, come on!!" into the streets of Lawrenceville.) Utter failure. Didn't care. I love these fucking guys. The vibe was finally kind of winding down, closing-time energy, the guys still had to get on the bus to Boston right away even with tomorrow being their day off, it was a Boston day off and not a Pittsburgh day off where I could offer them free ice cream sadly, so they all sort of bowed sweetly out. Jon gave me his like, I Am Part Of The Band clearance ID badge from the venue, kind of out of nowhere, he was like "sorry this is all I have to give you, it's the least I could do," and I was like WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'VE ALREADY GIVEN ME SO M-- YOU COULD DO WAY LESS ??? but I guess now I have that, too. I tried to give him the King Of Oil sign from my fatberg costume, which I'd initially brought because I thought it would be a fun photo taking prop but the photo situation was the aforementioned disaster so that never really came to any fruition at all, so I was just going to gift it to them, and he said "My suitcase is already so full of so much random shit-- that you've given us--" and then right as he was leaving he just said "Thank you for being such a weirdo" with a voice full of all the kindness and affection in the world and I just yelled "ANY TIME!!" and then oh so tragically the night had to be over.

it's been nice, though, because I'm so used to driving the long drive home at the end of an adventure and having that signify the end, of getting to the end of the car ride and having nothing beyond that but the rest of my regular life; and this time, I drove all the way home, but when I got there, the adventure was still happening, right in my neighborhood, right down the street, and all I had to do was walk back home alone in the dark and climb into my own bed at the end of a long and beautiful night. i can already tell that this is going to be one of my most special memories basically forever, and now every time I drive or ride the bus to and from work each day I will be passing by the place where Everything Everything performed Leave The Engine Room for me, and that's so profoundly special that I don't even have words to describe it. I love this band, I love the people in it and I love the people its gravity pulls in to orbit around it, I'm just so goddamn happy. I don't even know what to say or how to end this.

#everything everything #e e #RDF US tour 2023 #this has been a post #jonathan fucking higgs.#god.#they all just like. referred to me plainly by my name a lot more than i was expecting in a way that was overwhelming #like to one another/other people and not just to me directly #i exist???? sounds fake #i will be thinking about this week for a hundred thousand years #my pliable head IS a walking hope thank you so much for NOTICING!!!!!!#pics to follow maybe on here but maybe just on twitter #where I am yes you guessed it @pliablehead if people want to lurk and see #ok fucking goodnight

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lynnelupin · 2 years ago

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Remus rushed forward, weaving through the queue. It was always busy on sunny Saturdays, and he knew it. Remus vowed to arrive earlier in future.

“Hey! Is there actually something wrong with you!? There’s a queue, you know!” A dark-haired teenager called after Remus. “I work here!” He explained, mentally rolling his eyes. He reached the till a moment later, moving around the counter to get to the safety of the staff room.

“Please tell me we have someone else working with me, next shift,” Remus said, looking at the girl grinning at him.

“Nope, just me, lovely. Just me.” Marlene said.

“But it’s hectic, Marls!” “Can’t do anything about it. Lily’s off on some fancy pants weekend with James, Mary’s visiting her mum and Dorcas came in as an extra last Sat, so it wouldn’t be fair to get her to do more again.” “Ugh.” Said Remus. He put on his apron and tied a messy bow on the back. After working in the Hog’s Head Café for almost a year, he still hadn’t got the hang of the fabric ties.

“Right, come on then, Moony. Pete and Reg should be off in a mo.” Marlene said, walking out of the staff room to behind the counter.

“By the way, I dibs drinks first!” Marlene laughed. Speaking to so many people (and there were always rude children about at the weekend) was neither of their strong points.

“I hate you, Marlene. I really hate you.”

“I love you, too.” She teased, as Peter and Regulus swapped with them. He could feel it wasn’t going to be a great day already.

“Welcome to the Hogs Head Café, I’m Remus, what can I get for you?” He said to whoever was already waiting at the till, typing his login into the touch screen that liked playing up at the worst of times.

“Oh, it’s you again.” Said a voice dripping with sarcasm. Remus looked up and was met with the site of instantly recognisable charcoal hair framing a handsome pale face.

“I told you I worked here,” Remus said, meeting his eyes. He met the customer’s gaze. Remus took a sharp intake of breath, taken aback by their beauty. Stormy grey pools, he felt himself being swallowed by them.

“Can I get your order, please?” Remus repeated. However gorgeous the bloke was, he didn’t have time for a pissed-off customer. Endless queues only ever got bigger.

“Expresso.” Said the customer.

“What name?” Remus asked.

“Sirius.” This Sirius had high, defined cheekbones that could cut glass. It was really rather striking. Remus clicked the button and read the price, calling the order over to Marlene. The boy stepped to the side, making way for the next customer. Remus began the whole cyclical cycle again, reciting the well-rehearsed introduction perfectly. As Marlene deemed Sirius’s order complete, he grabbed it and beckoned Sirius over by calling out his name. The boy moved forwards and took the cup off of the counter, where Remus had left it. He went to move away but must have changed his mind, as he turned back around.

“Hey, waiter-y guy. Remus, was it? You free tonight?” Remus felt his jaw drop.

@wolfstarmicrofic 533 words.

#wolfstar #fanfic #remus x sirius #harry potter microfic #coffeeshop #coffeeshipau #au

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liyazaki · 11 months ago

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last minute gift idea (disregard that I put these together in Sept. because I'm a freak), perfect for those people you have no idea what to buy for: a few of your favorite things from the past year. it’s personal, it’s practical & it’s easy AF.

you could make this a bigger, pricier gift or keep it small like I did here for my co-workers. they were a hit!

#gift ideas #christmas gift #christmas 2023 #mor rambles #what about queue pete?

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raccoonfallsharder · 1 year ago

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let me love your OCs

to request a doodle, read and reblog this post. (currently CLOSED) art masterlist | navigation | fiction masterlist current queue | rocket art | my OCs

petra quill, j'me, petra again | moon, juno, rose ♡

doodle requests are currently CLOSED.

i reserve the right to choose & reorganize my queue based on wherever inspiration strikes (it's not that i don't like your OC ~ it's just that my creativity is a fickle thing). i do tend to most enjoy drawing humanoid femmes with reckless hair in the gotg fandom, so they will probably get priority.

avery, jolie, fleuret, chérie | ken, brita, star, akira | ember, mori, magril, dori

Akira (@bakaotakulife) look at this shiny blue-haired badass. she has such an interesting backstory and you'll want to follow her creator to find out more about what happens next, i'm just saying.

Avery Malloli (@evolvingchaoswitch) is a fuckin badass bar-owner with sexy arm-muscles and tattoos and both i and jolie have crushes on them.

Brita (@pretty-chips) is such a pure, delightfully fun character with record-store-clerk vibes. Thank you for letting me draw her. She is a glowing sunbeam-soul. ♡ another Brita wearing a terran t-shirt gifted to her by my oc, Jolie Spinner

Chérie (Cherry) (@aliasrocket) I have a crush. 10/10 would attempt to flirt with (badly). Thank you so much for creating her and letting me doodle her! Dori (@funkydancingdinosaur ) i have deeply loved having the chance to draw and paint tadoria. they are so rad and i love their bioluminescent fucken eyes. i may end up having to draw them again at some point just to play with those eyes again. so fuckin cool

Ember (@thirteens-lucky-tardis) this girl is a fucking dragon. she’s got such interesting background lore and she’s cool as fuck. i vow i will, someday, draw her wings. truly a rich and interesting oc with great interactions with rocket! thank you gif letting me doodle her!

Erit (@hipothermia) is a super-interesting cat-like alien with some mind-control powers, gorgeous patterning, and she's besties with rocket (i get it. they both like to annoy quill.) SUPER cool character, SUPER fun to draw! ♡♡

Fleuret (@elegant-fleuret) is my personal caffeine deity. i now pray to her for the ability to scrape myself out of bed and for deliverance from coffee crashes. she is also the dj of knowhere which is possibly the coolest fucking job in the universe and i would like to be her friend.

J'me (@caesarhamato22) is a badass babe and i loved getting to try some new things and make up some guns. plus making something for jay is like. making an offering to a god. such a fucken honor

Jolie (Window Across the Galaxy) - my gremlin child. just some scritchy-scratchy character concepts. feel free not to look if you want to imagine Jo in your own way. ♡ another series of low-rent jolies ♡ the "real" Jolie doodle - refined, finished, && in color ♡ a favorite scene of Jolie & Rocket (Chapter IV. Got There First.) ♡ i just wanted to add other folks' beautiful art of jolie here too. i am so grateful for these treasures ♡♡

very first portrait of jolie by @raccoonmybeloved ~ so fucking cute i died

sims of jo by @evolvingchaoswitch ~ particularly love her paint-spattered outfit

an absolutely drool-worthy nsfw of rocket & jolie by @lazarel-3000 that permanently has altered my brain chemistry and lives in my mind forever ♡♡♡

Juno (@lazarel-3000) is one of my favorite OCs ever. she is everything. i want to be her && i want to date her (unfortunately she only has eyes for rocket). ♡ a rough little juno sketch because i just love her that much (+ it was a birthday thing!) ♡ another juno [NSFW], covered in sparklies, per one of my fave scenes from The All of You ♡ my favorite juno so far ~ a lineless portrait. she's so fuckin gorgeous and i cannot get enough of her!

Ken (@thismonthshyperfixation) ken is a very rad-as-hell woodworker who meets pete on terra. they go on a space-road-trip to knowhere so ken can meet rocket. they have very cool hair and tattoos and i wanna hang out with them and talk about making stuff

Magril (@rxin3akamallory) i have so enjoyed getting to know magril over the months that rxin3 has been patiently waiting for this doodle. she's such a clever, resourceful, resilient little sweetheart, an opossum, and a halfworld refugee who escaped via a ravager ship. plus her eye is a camera?? i love her!!

Dr Meti Geer (@luci-j) look, if you wanna read a VERY charming and hilarious fanfiction series about a half-celestial feline(ish) genius and chief veterinarian of knowhere who almost break's rocket's junk by falling off a roof and then accidentally married my favorite raccoon, you need to check out meti's story. i love getting to try my hand at drawing the illustrious dr geer and i am grateful for the opportunity to try and practice my extremely-limited hand at anthropomorphic characters. HE'S SO CUTE

Moon (@glow-autumz) with Rose (see below). Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties ♡ ♡ another Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you again for letting me illustrate some of Moon's rad powers. i am OBSESSED. I appreciate so much you bringing her to life! ♡ a Moon-Mermaid (@glow-autumz) because she has captured my imagination. Thank you for letting me continue to doodle your amazing, gravity-defying, gorgeous-haired girl!

Mori (@blueberrysquire) this adorable badass is an alien space psychologist who focuses on shepherding folks across the threshold of life and death. they live incredibly long and their lore is rad as fuck. i took way too long to draw this character but they are an absolute delight and you should read more about them!

Petra Quill [NSFW] (@hibatasblog) so this version of peter is rad as hell and i wanted to draw them in their seductive shi'ar lingerie. petra quill is the darling version of peter quill who features large in all of this author's rocket x fanfiction and i love them. this particular sequence is from casino royale and you should check them out on ao3! ♡ another Petra (+Rocket!), chilling on the eclector (@hibatasblog) a scene starring the two babies from hibata's fanfic entanglement. it's truly the warmest hug of a story and you should all read it ASAP. (this is actually a complete art piece, with like a background and everything lol)

Rose (@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr ) & Moon (see above) Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties ♡ ♡ Another Rose (@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr) because I love her so, so much. aka rose gets her wings back

Star (@cleo-is-babygirl) is a pure fluffy little sundrop and a brilliant self-taught medic/surgeon. she is also the first tanuki/anthropomorphic animal i have drawn other than rocket so i was very nervous but i did my best. thank you for letting me try something new and expand my experience, friend!

Tessa Udonta (@guardian-angel12) is a metallic badass, a survivor of the high evolutionary and the kree, and a ravager. i adored getting the chance to draw her, especially with her silver eyes ♡♡♡ absolute goddess.

#let me love them #other people's characters #i just love drawing pretty girls #gotg oc #rocket x oc #original character #space princess #let me love your ocs ♡rfh #gotg fanart #rocket raccoon fanfiction #gotg fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #reader insert #rocket racoon x reader #fan art #rfh masterlist #rfh art

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laurfilijames · 4 months ago

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Hello my love.

Simply because I love and miss you,

I Would like you to choose five of our boys,

Then I would like you to list their love language and why.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

My love and fellow GSE wife/hooligan lover 💗💗

Thank you for sending in yet another wonderful question about our beautiful boys that I so enjoyed answering!!

I hope this is to your liking!

Words of Affirmation- Dave

Your man is the king of communication and letting you know how much he loves and appreciates you. When he's with you, he's constantly whispering sweet (and filthy) nothings in your ear and will tell you he loves you as many times in a day as he can. When he's in the air and away on a flight you can guarantee at least a dozen texts saying he's thinking of you and he hopes you're having a good day, that he misses you and can't wait to get his hands on you when he gets back home.

He loves to listen to you tell him about your day, good or bad, and will assure you that everything you're feeling is valid and that he's here for you no matter what is happening.

Expect to see love notes littered around your flat, “I love you” on the milk for when you make a cuppa, “thank you xx” on the washing machine when you go to wash the dirty laundry, and one that says “lookin’ good, gorgeous” or “nice ass” stuck to the mirror when you're in the shower.

Physical Touch- Pete

Beacuse this is mine, I'm making it his too 🤣

If there's a moment Pete can't have his hands on you, he's basically twitching. Calm finds him as soon as his fingertips make contact with your skin, like touching you brings him every sort of comfort imaginable.

It's subtle enough when out in public- a hand pressed on your lower back as you walk through a crowd, his hand resting on your thigh where he gives the occasional squeeze, a soft peck on your temple or lips as you stand in the queue at the shop.

When you're in the privacy of your home it becomes far more intense.

His hands are constantly on your ass, smacking it playfully (or not…) or grabbing a handful of it as he kisses your neck. Watching tv is pointless as it just leads to a full out make out session that is so hot and heavy and then next thing you know you're naked and he's either eating you out or fingering you.

If you don't make love at least twice a day his world might end, or he may go a little over the top when in a scrap due to how worked up he is. Sex allows him to release all of that energy he always has bounding through him and you're more than happy to help.

Even in his sleep he is all over you, his arms wrapped securely around your body, or falling asleep with your hands linked together, his legs tangled with yours or even drifting off while he's still inside you.

Receiving Gifts- Ned

Our sweet Ned. He thinks of you in everything he does and everywhere he goes. Each time he goes to the shop, he returns with not only all the most amazing groceries to make you the most amazing meals, but also a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, or a book he saw that he think you'd like, or even some lush bath salts and a candle of your favourite scent for you to soak in the tub with.

When he's doing a delivery for work and passes by that sweet shop you both love, he's sure to grab your favourite treats or will take you back later that evening before hitting the pub.

Quality Time- Ike

Ike is miserable when he hasn't seen you in too long a time. Granted, that time can be as little as an 8 hour workday, and if he hasn't seen you before he's gone off to the Abbey after work, he's more than a little grumpy when he gets there.

When he is reunited with you, he's instant smiles and attentive to every word you say, wanting to follow you room to room just to be in your presence because he's missed you so much.

You make dinner together, shower together, watch a couple of episodes of your favourite show together, and when you're laying in bed before falling asleep, he talks about how he's going to forgo the away match on the weekend to stay home with you, and is secretly scheming a getaway to the Lake District where he can have you all to himself, uninterrupted.

Acts of Service- Swill

The man knows how good he's got it and won't take a single thing for granted, wanting to make sure you feel like the Queen you are to him and know how grateful he is to have you by his side.

He’ll help you with meals but is always the one to do the washing up, will vacuum the whole flat and scrub the toilet and is absolutely appalled at the thought of you taking out the rubbish bins.

When you have a long day at work, he doesn't hesitate to rub your back for as long as you need while you sip on the brew he's fixed for you, letting you watch your reality tv shows rather than any football highlights, but he doesn't care because he's too busy watching you melt to his touch.

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fuckyeah-beringandwellsfics · 1 month ago

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Bandaged moments

submitted by: anonymous

Bandaged moments (15886 words) by @mykabering Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Warehouse 13 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Myka Bering/Helena "H. G." Wells Characters: Myka Bering, Helena "H. G." Wells, Claudia Donovan, Pete Lattimer, Artie Nielsen Additional Tags: Fake Marriage, Suburbia, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Bering and Wells AU Week Summary: What if A was in love with B, but she pretends she isn't, but then A and B have to go on a mission in which they both pretend to be people who are in love with each other, while aggressively pretending not to be in love with each other, while they are secretly in love with each other. Confused? so are they. Bering and Wells Fake Married AU

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I just love this trope and this one is so fun! an excellent story with so many delicous moments!

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dietmountaindewbae · 2 years ago

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hiii, can you write something about alex with jealous, pls

xi. one for the road

alex turner x reader

requested by anonymous

word count: 3501

summary: A spark of jealousy made the fire rise up between you and (late 2011) Alex, and it's your duty to make him remember you're irreplaceable, will he fall into your trap?

warnings: degradati!on, h!ckeys, bru!ses.,

music recommendations: good morning beautiful by deftones

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Waking up dizzy, with a killer headache that felt like a knife was pushed into your head, while a bumpy road was ahead, this hungover probably was in your top 5 worse hangovers in the world, a frown was tattooed on your brows.

You woke up on the couch like almost every day after a massive gig, but this time you were covered in a leather jacket, you smiled at the thought, and there was Pete, head on the couch, sleeping awkwardly next to you, he was just waking up just like you.

"Good morning beautiful" He had a deep raspy voice, you giggled and tried to fix your hair.

"Hello" You giggled, "God... what the fuck happened yesterday?"

"The same, we got shitfaced together but I do remember quite clearly that you begged me to stay with you" You gasped, and immediately sat straight, he had a smirk on his lips.

"Mmm I don't think so, I think that's your dirty little fantasy about me, Pete" He rolled his eyes at you, he was about to open his mouth to talk back at you, "Don't deny it" He sneaked up on you, tickling your sides, falling into the couch.

Alex came back from his bunk, all dressed up in his blue jeans, and white shirt uniform, "Good, you two are up" He took a sip of his black coffee, "I'll grab that" He said, grabbing the black leather jacket you had slept with the other night, you thought it was Pete's but you remembered he wore a denim jacket last night, so... how did you end up with Alex's jacket if Pete was up next to you? Then you realized he was up way before you, Pete stood up and he was wearing sweatpants, if he had crashed with you, he would probably be wearing the same clothes as yesterday, Jesus you needed a cold shower, an aspirin, and a coffee.

The cold water on your face made you see clearly, you just remembered waking Pete up, and you were angry about something, you didn't remember what exactly but Pete was comforting you, yes you had been friends with him but things got a little flirty between you two, of course, with a little bit of booze the tongue loosens up, you shared a few drinks with him until you crashed in the couch again, you had a bed but you found the couch so comfortable that night, you stayed there until 4 with Pete, maybe this whole waking up with Pete next to you wouldn't have happened if only Alex hadn't sneaked out that girl a couple of nights ago, jealousy made you act this way, is not like you were in love, but he made you want him so bad that it made you so angry thinking about him sleeping with someone that wasn't you, he came to you with his little broken heart and puppy brown eyes, and now you were the one who looked like that.

Around 5 you were in the arena, arriving for the soundcheck, and after that, you stayed in your hotel room trying to remember everything but nothing yet, so you gave up and tried to forget about it by taking a walk around the city with your girls, you didn't tell them what happened though, you found it useless, there was no way in them being helpful if you had amnesia from yesterday. The clock was ticking, you arrived at the concert, and there was Pete backstage waiting for their queue smoking a Marlboro red.

"Hey... I brought you a beer" You said to Pete, resting your back against the wall, "As an apology for yesterday, waking you up in the middle of the night"

"Nah, you can wake me up as many times you'd like" You both chuckled, "Besides, you seemed like you wanted to talk with someone, so... I'm always here, as a friend... or whatever you want" And that's when another memory flashed back, you were about to fuck him, and that word you used, "No hard feelings, no strings attached" What the fuck was going on in your head?

"Oh," You blushed, "Maybe we can see what happens later," You said to him just to not talk about that subject anymore, and he scoffed.

"You don't remember anything about yesterday, right?" You were honest and said no with your head, "This is what happened yesterday" He grabbed you by the waist, crashing his mouth on yours, and for some reason, even if his mouth tasted heavenly, and his kissing was amazing, it still didn't feel right, because he was out there.

Alex watched you from the other side of the stage, he watched you laughing, blushing, and kissing Pete, he watched everything, and he just wanted to crash his knuckles against his jaw, he had the nerve to kiss you out of all of the girls he could have, the anger took over him, he wanted to smash his guitar on his head, even worse, he thought that you liked his kissing, because of the way you let your body relax underneath his, and your soft lips opened to let his tongue slip inside you, he held you so closely, not wanting to let go of you, and there was Alex who thought he was the only one who could make you feel alive.

Pete kissed you once more before he went to the stage, the crowd yelled euphoric, while your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest, you trapped a cigarette between your lips but your black lighter wouldn't turn on, "Use mine" A deep voice said, of course, it was Alex, he lighted up your cigarette, trapping you against the wall, "So Pete and you, huh?"

"I could say the same about you and her" You nudged your head signing at the girl you didn't even bother remembering her name, she was too busy taking pictures with everyone at the gig, you didn't know her but she seemed like the type of girl you didn't want to be around anyways, "Don't even ask another question," You said, pushing him away, "Do whatever you want Alex, I don't care what you do, fuck with her, fuck with any girl you want but don't come back to me like a dog" You answered him back, "Besides... you and I can both agree on that... what can she do that I can't do better? Tell me..."

"I don't think so" He answered with a smirk, but you knew his body just as well as you knew the way his mind worked, he wasn't fooling you, he stunk of cigarettes, whiskey, and his poisonous cologne, and it was obvious he couldn't make things work with her, of course, there would be a time where he could find someone else, and you didn't really mind that, but all of those nights he said he was yours, no one else could set him up on fire quite as you do, had him running around trying to trap you in between his hands, "What do you even care about? I know you're jealous" He smirked, that evil smirk he gave you really made you laugh.

"Oh, you're stupid if you think she could be something I could be jealous of, I thought you out of all people would know that fact better than the rest," You even felt a little bad for him, "You poor thing, I bet she can't even get your dick to be as hard like I can, not even take you as good, that's why you're all so frustrated, so unattended, 'cause she's not me, never forget about that" You inched closer, he sighed wanting to kiss your mouth so heavily, you grabbed the bulge on his jeans, "Good luck getting rid of that" He was as stiff as a rock, and he was starving for more.

He rushed to his car pulling the hairs off his head, closing his eyes and picturing you as his hand slowly descended to his jeans, that was the first thing that came into his mind when he was this frustrated, your mouth, your kisses, your soft pleads against his ear, he yearned to be inside you, and all because he found the wrong girl attractive, he didn't know why did he even think someone like Pete could replace him, why did he get so possessive over you? He couldn't concentrate as much, he was confused, angry but most of all in great need of you, he closed his eyes once more, he began to move his hand inside his tight black jeans, he remembered a day when you walked around only in a mini skirt and you silver bathing suit, he exhaled deeply, his hand gripping his dick tightly, adding more pressure to his head, you walked around free, even when you bend down to pick up something he couldn't help himself and he looked underneath so shameless, he wanted a taste of what was underneath that skirt, and soon enough he did, he fucked you on his motorcycle that day, so roughly you were crying, whining, your legs couldn't stop shaking, your tits were hanging out of that tiny bathing suit, you pussy was so wet, got so tight around him, and he remembered watching how he drove his dick in and out of you, your hard nipples, and your damp hair, his hand speeds up the movements, his skin filling with goosebumps, he could almost vividly feel you kissing him, he just wanted another taste, another bite of your bottom lip, to take him so well, his hand squeezed his cock just like you did until finally he came all over his stomach saying your name out loud, "Fuck-" He cursed under his breath, he had to clean up before he went up, and most importantly deal with you after the gig.

He went to the stage, trying not to mess up his solos, as he tried not only to focus on the lyrics but you, most importantly. You were talking with Pete along with a beer, sitting on his lap while he had his arm around your hips, hand on your thigh, your dress hitching up your thighs allowing him to see a small fraction of your panties, what had him on the edge were you, you did this on purpose to pull the strings of his hair, to get him to feel the same way you did, maybe it was just a dark and moody game you had going on with him but it was exciting, and Peter and that girl were just pawns in it, he was so gentle with you, caressing your legs up and down so gently, but truly he couldn't get on Alex's level.

"You look so beautiful sweetheart," He played with the straps of your silver dress, leaving a kiss on your shoulder, his fingers climbing up your leg gently, the look in your eyes sending him spiraling down, letting his body take control over him, it said to come, try, give a taste, taste me, those greedy eyes enchanted him, he kissed your lips so softly, but then when you returned the kiss he took advantage to pull you closer to him, deepening the kiss, he was so needy for it, too needy, that's what turned you off, you liked that Alex wanted you but he could breathe without you, and you were scared Pete wouldn't take things just like Alex, he would never replace Alex, you were more sure of that with every kiss you gave him, you wished it was Alex's lips, they tasted like heaven.

It was around 11 when the gig finished, you were walking down the halls trying to find Katie until an arm pulled you in, and his strong hands pushed your back against the door shutting it close, your heart was beating out of your chest, "You keep doing that, see how that turns out for you, but you know that even if he fucks you, you're still gonna think about me, I can see it in your eyes because you kissed him just like you kiss me, but you know is only me who can make you get wet with only whispering your name, you know he's no better than me, so why even bother?"

"You were so busy with her, so I got busy too, don't take it personal Alex," You gave him a smirk, but it only got him more annoyed, he put his hand around your neck, chocking you lightly but enough to make you stay in place, "Or do, do whatever you want, I already told you"

"How personal did you get with him?"

"Do you wanna know?" You gave him that look he always struggled to find the answer, it was playful, innocent, so confusing, he didn't know what to think, it could mean anything.

"Tell me, do I wanna know?" You just giggled at him, he was begging you to know, but at the same time, he knew at least nothing had happened with Pete last night when he woke up in the early morning, that night he didn't sleep as much when he heard you complaining with Pete, he saw you sleeping with your arms and legs closed, Pete didn't even bother to cover you up but Alex did, "I know you don't want him as much as you want me, come on, I know you want it so why don't you quit that attitude" You stared at his eyes, he knew you wouldn't drop it.

"Make me" He unbuckled his thick cowboy leather belt, unzipped his jeans, took his cock, and dug his fingers into your skin ripping apart your fishnets pushing your panties to the side sliding his dick inside you, a hollowed moan escaping your lips when he went all the way inside you, he was so hard, so big it felt so delicious inside you that it made you wanna cry out his name.

"I'll make you remember who's the one that can get that face to look like that" His movements speed up, making the straps of your dress fall exposing your tits, you held on to his hips as best as you, you couldn't help yourself anymore, you were gasping for air as he fucked you so hard against the door, your pussy getting wetter with every thrust of his hips, "You're my girl, he would never make you feel like this, don't be stupid, you know the right choice to make"

"And what's that?"

"Stop fucking around with him, and I'll keep making you cum as good as today and every day" That sounded so appealing, but you were trying out new buttons, and it was time to press the red one.

"And what if I don't?" He took his cock away, leaving you empty, and trembling.

"You know what happens, you're never satisfied and eventually you'll get down on your knees," He pushed your shoulders down gently you landed on your knees, "Just like that, ask for me to fuck you up real hard and deep, so I'll give you one last chance," He grabbed you by the hair, pushing his thumb inside your mouth, you sucked on it, swirling your tongue gently, he took his thumb away and spat on your mouth, "Don't disappoint me" You took his swollen red cock inside your mouth, he pushed his cock far deeper inside you hitting the back of your throat, you gulped, saliva strings falling from your chin to the floor, your eyes staining with tears, but his look of satisfaction, and his gasping it made you so wet, he drew back, and you allowed yourself to breathe shortly, then you took him back in, stroking his cock up and down as you mainly focused on his head, swirling your tongue around it, feeling precum leak out, but he stood up, crossed arms, waiting for you to take him all in, you would made him want you even more than the other days, you took a deep breath before you took him in once more, swallowing around him, his head hitting the back of your throat, and you kept him hit it until his hand fell on your hair, he thrust his hips back and forward, "Just like fuckin- that doll, it feels so good" You drew back, and what you couldn't fit on your mouth you stroked it, your eyes glistened with tears, "You love chocking on it, don't you? I'll fuck your pussy nice and deep just like you love it, I bet you're so wet by now, you little cunt, I told you you would regret it" He buried his dick inside your throat, and you gagged and gulped but you were persistent with obvious anger on your eyes, "Can't speak with your mouthful, can you? Come on, let's not waste enough time, I'll show you what you're gonna miss if you leave me for that vanilla fucker" He picked you up from the floor, and you wrapped your legs around him as an instinct, he pushed his stiff dick inside you, slipping inside your walls so easily as your body jolts up with every thrust of his hips, you were pressed up against him so tightly it made a few moans escape your mouth, each getting louder until he covered your mouth when he heard someone knock on his door.

"Alex?" It was Jamie, "We're going to the bus, Nick bought a few bottles, wanna come?"

"In a bit, I'll try not to take too long" But even if he wanted, it wasn't the right place at the moment, "Is everyone goin'?"

"Yes, but we're missing someone you know who it is, have you seen her? Pete is looking for her but she's missing" That fucking Pete getting on his way again, he buried his cock inside your pussy covering your mouth as he slightly opened the door.

"I don't know where could she be, have you searched the parking lot? she might be out having a smoke," You breathed heavily, your hand began to rub your clit in desperate circles, he felt your walls getting tighter around him, while you were drooling for him to fuck you harder and faster since there was a whole search team after you already, Alex was begging for Jamie to leave.

"Ok, will do, call me when you finish doin' whatever that you're doin'" He shut the door once Jamie disappeared, you wept when his movements got a lot rougher, sending you flying away, your tits hardening as you felt yourself closer.

"You're a whore, touching yourself while you had my cock inside you, you're so fuckin' dirty, you're a misbehaving little whore, I'll teach ya" His cock was throbbing inside you as he pushed his body up and down, you held onto his strong arm, his hand wrapping around your neck, his death ramps ring felt cold against your flushed flesh, "You want to finish?" You nodded your head you couldn't form a sentence, just moan out the pleasure of his cock inside you, and his thumb going around in circles, as his movements began to get a little more sloppy, "Cum on my cock, make a mess on it, it's all for you, so come on you little whore do what I say" You are in utter shock, the ability he had to keep a steady pace at the same time he rubbed your clit in circles, his lips attached to your neck, sucking and biting on it, "You're body's mine, you're mine, I'll show you" He left another on your right tit as the other one was kneaded roughly with his hand, you followed the movements of his hips, you wanted him buried all the way inside you, you trembled as he pressed down on that button, he thrust back and goes back in, you felt a moan built up on your throat and your release on your stomach, he went back another time, and that's when you finally gave in, coming all over his cock, "That's it doll, make a mess on me cock, I know you love it like that"

"Oh fuck..." You gasped for air, "Alex, that was-"

"You know what to do love, you leave him," You nodded your head obediently, "'Cause I already left her, I think you should do the same," To avoid something growing between you, you came up with a good idea.

"After the tour is over, you can see whoever you want, and we keep being friends, we don't have to make things weird if we don't want to," You smiled at him pecking his lips, "It's my time to go, I had fun Al" You opened the door fixing your dress, "You know where to find me"

"While you're there, will you pour me one for the road?"

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