#can you tell heaven iowa is my baby

[spirallingstarcases]

twice the dreams but half the love…

#can you tell heaven iowa is my baby #like my absolute baby #tried a border thing and i like it? kinda #smth smth twin skeletons #spi.arts #smfs #fob #fall out boy #fob art #so much for stardust #heaven iowa #art

[omegalomania]

so im sure everyones fully well aware of the magic 8 ball site fob is using to promote a contest to win some tickets to see them in nashville. the little 8ball widget theyve got in browser is also modeled on the physical 8ball that they had in the vip merch packages for tourdust's first leg, which is cool! but of particular note is the way that, to fill out the contest form, you have to pick your favorite fall out boy songs. and the sheer breadth of what is allowed is...interesting? it's not cohesive by any means, but it is really wild the selection of songs they have here because not all of them are fob songs. in fact, quite a few of them aren't.

i went directly to the source code and got a full list of all possible songs that you could input (which you can check for yourself by right-clicking and selecting "view source"). i'm going to list them here for archival purposes, with a few notes/explanations cause some of these are WILD.

there are 187 songs total listed.

bolded songs indicate songs that are demos or never received an official release

italicized songs are songs by other bands

underlined songs indicate songs that are covers

songs with an asterisk beside them (*) indicate they are from patrick's solo catalogue. two asterisks (**) are for pete's.

additional commentary by me will be [in brackets]

20 Dollar Nose Bleed 27 7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen) 7-9 Legendary A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More "Touch Me" A Nice Myth [one of the earliest fall out boy demos, found on their first ep, and only the casette version at that] Allie* Alone Together Alpha Dog America's Suitehearts American Beauty/American Psycho (song) American Made Art of Keeping Up Disappearances As Long as I Know I'm Getting Paid* Austin, We Have a Problem Baby Annihilation Bad Side of 25* Bang the Doldrums Beat It Big Hype* Bishops Knife Trick Bob Dylan Bounce [this is a song that came out on then-Decaydance labelmates The Cab's debut record, Whisper War, which patrick produced. he has writing credit and also is credited with background vocals (and also shows up in the music video)] Caffeine Cold Calm Before the Storm Centuries Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends Champion Check Your Phone** Chicago is So Two Years Ago Church City in a Garden Coast (It's Gonna Get Better)* Coffee's for Closers Cryptozoology* Cute Girls* Cyanide** [this is a nothing,nowhere song that pete did some spoken word parts and backing vocals on] Dance Miserable* Dance, Dance Dead on Arrival Dear Future Self (Hands Up) Death Valley Deep Blue Love* [song patrick did for the indie short film "spell"] Demigods Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? Electric Touch [the (in?)famous taylor swift song patrick featured on] Eternal Summer Everybody Wants Somebody* Explode* Fake Out Fame Less than Infamy Favorite Record Fellowship of the Nerd [this is an alternate title for world's not waiting, as far as i can tell] Flu Game Flu Game [yes flu game is listed twice for some reason] Footprints in the Snow [demo from the Llamania ep] Fourth of July From Now on We Are Enemies G.I.N.A.S.F.S. Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows) Ghostbusters (I'm Not Afraid) Golden Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy Greed* Grenade Jumper Grow Up and Be Kids [this song is on The Cab's sophomore album Symphony Soldier, which release after they left decaydance. nonetheless, pete does have some writing credits on it. give it a listen and you'll hear for yourself in the first 10 seconds or so] Growing Up Hand Crushed by a Mallet [this is a remix of the 100gecs song of the same name; patrick did some vocals for it] Hand of God Have I Got a Gift for You* [song patrick did for the horror movie black friday] Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet Heartbreak Feels So Good Heaven's Gate Heaven, Iowa Hold Me Like a Grudge Hold Me Tight or Don't Homesick at Space Camp Honorable Mention Hot to the Touch, Cold on the Inside Hum Hallelujah I Am My Own Muse I Don't Care

I Got Nothing, But You Got Something [this is the one that really perplexes me. there's no evidence of this song actually existing, other than an unverified genius post and an article on a single fandom wiki. it is inexplicably listed here despite its very existence being questionable at best.]

I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) I've Been Waiting [this is technically a lil peep song with fall out boy as a feature] I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) I've Got All This Ringing in My Ears and None on My Fingers Immortals Irresistible It's Hard to Say 'I Do', When I Don't It's Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love Jet Pack Blues Just One Yesterday Lake Effect Kid (song) Lake Shore Drive [this is a song patrick covered on the piano at wrigley, first night of tourdust] Love from the Other Side Love Will Tear Us Apart Love, Selfish Love* Love, Sex, Death Lullabye Mad at Nothing* Miss Missing You Moving Pictures My Heart Is the Worst Kind of Weapon My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up) New Dreams [this is a bonus track on pax am days, a naked rayguns cover] Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner Novocaine Of All the Gin Joints in All the World One of Those Nights [another song from the cab's whisper war. this one has patrick doing vocals very prominently] Open Happiness [this was a huge collaborative piece done for a coca cola commercial. patrick was on it along with big names like cee lo green, janelle monae, and labelmates travie mccoy and brendon urie] Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued Parker Lewis Can't Lose (But I'm Gonna Give It My Best Shot) Past Life [llamania ep] Pavlove People Never Done a Good Thing* Porcelain* Pretty in Punk Rat a Tat Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over Roxanne Run Dry (X Heart X Fingers)* San Diego [this is a blink-182 song that patrick did some writing for] Saturday Saturday Night Again* Save Rock and Roll (song) Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here) She's My Winona Short, Fast, and Loud Snitches and Talkers Get Stitches and Walkers So Good Right Now So Much (For) Stardust (song) So Sick [this is a song patrick has exclusively covered live, so it's a fascinating inclusion] Sober [another blink-182 song patrick did some writing for] Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year Star 67 Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea Sugar, We're Goin Down Summer Days (song) [this is a martin garrix song patrick lent some vocals to] Sunshine Riptide Super Fade Switchblades and Infidelity Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today The "I" In Lie* The (After) Life of the Party The (Shipped) Gold Standard The Carpal Tunnel of Love The Kids Aren't Alright The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years) The Last of the Real Ones The Mighty Fall The Music or the Misery The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes The Phoenix The Pink Seashell The Pros and Cons of Breathing The Take Over, the Breaks Over The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys in a Broken Down Van) This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race This City* Thnks fr th Mmrs (song) [for some reason the site specifies song here, despite that not being necessary. the only other times this distinction is relevant is when songs share a title with their albums, i.e. save rock and roll] Thriller Tiffany Blews Twin Skeleton's (Hotel in NYC) Uma Thurman Untitled 1 (Colorado Song) Untitled 2 (Jakus Song) [both of these are recently released tttyg era demos] W.A.M.S. We Didn't Start the Fire We Don’t Take Hits, We Write Them [this is a song that famously was only ever performed live. we don't have a studio recording or even a demo, as only live versions exist] We Were Doomed from the Start (The King is Dead) West Coast Smoker What a Catch, Donnie What a Time To Be Alive What's This? When I Made You Cry* Where Did the Party Go Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) Wrong Side of Paradise [llamania ep] XO You're Crashing, But You're No Wave Young and Menace Young Volcanoes Yule Shoot Your Eye Out

in conclusion i have no idea who compiled this list. it doesn't include every song patrick and pete have ever touched (notice the lack of gym class heroes, cobra starship, and hush sound discography) but it has a really weird selection of songs. i mean, blink songs patrick wrote on?? its bizarre.

anyway do you think if we mass request swing me by the rafters they'll have to do it

#fall out boy #tourdust #*making poasts #trying to format this conventionally BROKE THE POST so i did my best #i burned my grilt cheese typing all this up pls appreciate it #the weird break in the middle is cause otherwise it wouldnt post. mea culpa.

[euphoriabled-memes]

So Much (For) Starters.

All starters are lyrics taken from the album So Much (For) Stardust by the band Fall Out Boy, released March 24, 2023. Please feel free to change as you see fit. ( Seeing as I’ve made this meme the day this album came out, some lyrics may be incorrect. My apologies! )

Love From The Other Side

“You know I'm dying out here.”

“What would you trade the pain for?”

“You were the sunshine of my lifetime.”

“I'd never go, I just want to be invited.”

“Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse.”

“Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand.”

“Nowhere left for us to go but Heaven.”

“Give up what you love before it does you in…”

Heartbreak Feels So Good

“No matter what they tell you, the future's up for grabs.”

“Is there a word for bad miracle?”

“Nobody said the road was endless.”

“Could we please pretend this won't end?”

“We could cry a little? Cry a lot?”

“We could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves.”

Hold Me Like A Grudge

“When you ask how I've been, I know you mean well.”

“I guess I'm getting older 'cause I'm less pissed.”

“Silent killers are these years coming like waves.”

“You put the ‘fun’ into dysfunction.”

“Hold me like a grudge.”

“The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up.”

“Part-time soulmate, full-time problem.”

“I guess, somehow, we made it back.”

“I am a diamond on the inside, just add the pressure!”

“I thought I knew better, I thought it would get better.”

“I figured somehow by now, I would have got it together.”

“We'll do more than just get by.”

Fake Out

“Make no plans and none can be broken.”

“Do you laugh about me whenever I leave?”

“Do I just need more therapy?”

“Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out.”

“My mood board is just pictures of you.”

“I'm not sad anymore.”

“We did it for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change.”

Heaven, Iowa

“Kiss my cheek, baby, please.”

“Would you read my eulogy?”

“I will never ask you for anything — except to dream sweet of me.”

“I will never ask you for anything.”

“Tell me when the party ends.”

“Will you still love who I am?”

“They don't know how much they’ll miss.”

“Save your breath; half your life you've been hooked on death!”

“Be careful what you bottle up.”

“I'm saving this all for later.”

So Good Right Now

“We'll drive until the engine just gives up.”

“I know I've made mistakes, but at least they were mine to make.”

“I'll be whatever you need me to be.”

“I cut myself down to whatever you need me to be.”

The Pink Seashell

“There's no point to any of this, it's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes.”

“I take pleasure in the detail, you know, a, a Quarter Pounder with cheese? Those are good.”

I Am My Own Muse

“I like playing dumb, letting you figure me out.”

“I was faded, in my own defense.”

“We got to throw this year away.”

“The trumpets bring the angels, but they never came.”

“I know I keep my feelings so tucked away.”

“Just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart.”

“Let's twist the knife again like we did last summer.”

Flu Game

“I guess to you now, I'm just a face in the crowd.”

“Oh, God, kindly please, would you kill me now?”

“Carved out a place in this world for two, but it's empty without you.”

“I've got all this love I've got to keep to myself.”

“All this effort to make it look effortless.”

“I can't be who you need me to be.”

“Every candle's gotta run out of wax.”

Baby Annihilation

“Time is luck, and I wish ours overlapped more.”

“The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath.”

“I'm just melted wax on a birthday cake, another year fades away.”

“If you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself.”

“What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?”

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

“I'm pretty sure, as far as humans go, I am a hard pill to swallow.”

“I spent ten years in a bit of chemical haze and I miss the way that I felt nothing.”

“Passed my old street, the house I grew up in. It breaks your heart.”

“Four of the Ramones are dead.”

“And I miss the way that I felt nothing.”

“You don't know me anymore.”

What A Time To Be Alive

“That’s the way the world used to be before our dreams started bursting at the seams.”

“I don't care if it's pretty.”

“The view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship.”

“Everything is lit except my serotonin.”

“Please, I just need someone to hold me.”

“Oh, what a time to be alive.”

“They say that I should try meditation, but I don’t want to be with my own thoughts.”

“I just want to be your cherry on top.”

“when I said ‘leave me alone’ this isn't quite what I meant.”

So Much (For) Stardust

“I feel like something that's been stretched out, over and over again.”

“I don't have the guts to keep it together.”

“Life is just a game, maybe.”

“I'm stuck in a lonely loop.”

“I need the sound of crowds, or I can't fall asleep at night.”

“Another year of possibilities left unwrapped like gifts the day right after Christmas passed.”

“I'm pretty positive my pain isn't cool enough.”

“I think I've been going through it.”

“In another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime.”

“I used to be a real go-getter.”

“I used to think it'd all get better.”

“We thought we had it all.”

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[earlgreytea68]

The whole sun and moon analogy when it comes to Pete and Patrick, has made me think about how often Pete uses sun imagery in his lyrics. Typically, with lines like "You are the sunshine of my lifetime" and "you are the sun and I am just a planet spinning around you", he refers to his subject (ie Patrick) as the sun, and himself not being worthy of their light. The one time he refers to himself using sun imagery that I can recall at the moment is in "Heaven, Iowa", with the line "Me, I'm still a sunbeam", but that feels almost sarcastic. Like the subject (ie Patrick) is trying to tell Pete how great he is, and Pete's just like "Yep, I'm a real ray of sunshine alright!" as he rolls his eyes. It just makes me wonder how many time that actual conversation has occured between them!

Ha! I love that sarcastic reading of it! That's so perfect! Patrick even sings it kind of sarcastically, in that up-and-down trill that no other line in that song really gets.

Sunshine imagery is EVERYWHERE. He also wants to shoot sunshine into his veins, and there's Sunshine Riptide, and sunshine gleaming on wedding bands.

But the sunshine, as you note, is always outside of him, and yeah, can always be read as being Patrick. So the "Me, I'm still a sunbeam," line stands out. And, like all Pete Wentz lyrics, I feel it can be taken a couple of ways:

(1) Your sarcastic way! Which I love lol, it sounds so like him.

(2) I think this song is such a love song, it's full of tons of yearning vulnerability, but I don't think there's anything tragic about this song. He wants to be loved ("Kiss my cheek, baby, please"), but the truth is, I don't feel this is a pining song where he doesn't get the love back in return.

To me, it's important that they are scar-crossed lovers, not star-crossed. I know everyone has a tendency to read Pete Wentz lyrics as being emo, for obvious reasons, but I actually think Pete always has so many more hopeful images in there than he usually gets credit for, especially on SMFS. That scar-crossed lovers sounds like it could be so goth, "oh, they're cutting each other and bleeding," etc, but the thing about scars is: they're healing. They're the bodies form of kintsugi. A scar means you survived something traumatic to your body, and that's what's important: you survived. Star-crossed lovers, by definition, never get to be together; but scar-crossed lovers, on the other hand, have arguably gotten through it all and have healed together.

To me, when he says, "I'm checking myself out forever, I'm saving this all for later," it's because he's turning his back on all of the brutality of the world outside, he'll get to it later, it can wait, because here, we are untouched forever.

Will you still love who I am? he asks, and I cannot believe the answer he gets isn't yes. Inside of the darkness, he found the glow.

All of which is to say that sometimes I listen to this song and I think Pete really did finally get to the point where he sees the sunbeam in himself: His chemistry is a mess, but it doesn't matter, he's still a sunbeam, because he's loved and he knows it and he can just settle into it.

(3) If Patrick is the sun, maybe Pete is a sunbeam. A sunbeam, after all, is not the sun, but radiates from it. If Patrick is the sun and Pete is orbiting around him, maybe he's gotten himself that much closer, and he recognizes that he's an extension of Patrick's sunshininess now, that it includes him, no matter what a mess he is.

(4) I've also kind of wondered if this song isn't a little bit from Patrick's POV. The "Moonlight Sonata and I" reference stands out to me: If Pete is the moon, then Patrick's the "and I." And actually most of the song works if you think Patrick's the "I" in this one. He sits inside of Pete's darkness and finds his glow. He gets that Pete's chemistry is off but he's going to stay right there with him as the sunbeam. This is one of those songs where I wonder if there isn't a little bit of blending of their perspectives going on. I've seen people say this song is SMFS's Twin Skeleton's, but I wonder if it's the album's What a Catch.

#fall out boy #fob #bandom

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy (Part I)

LOVE FROM THE OTHER SIDE

"It kills me."

"You know I'm dying out here."

"What would you trade the pain for?"

"I'm not sure."

"We were a painting you could never frame."

"You were the sunshine of my lifetime."

"This city always hangs a little bit lonely on me."

"I'd never go, I just want to be invited."

"Get the feeling."

"Don't fight it."

"Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse."

"I just about snapped."

"Don't look back."

"Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand."

"I'm falling in and out of love."

"Nowhere left for us to go but Heaven."

"Summer falling through our fingers again."

"We're taught we gotta get ahead."

"No matter what it takes."

"The kind of pain you feel to get good in the end."

"Give up what you love before it does you in."

HEARTBREAK FEELS SO GOOD

No matter what they tell you, the future's up for grabs.

"Is there a word for bad miracle?"

"Nobody said the road was endless."

"Nobody said the climb was friendless."

"Could we please pretend this won't end?"

"It was an uphill battle."

"They didn't know."

"We could cry a little."

"Don't stop dancing."

"We'll cry later or cry now."

"You know it's heartbreak."

"We could dance our tears away."

"Heartbreak feels so good."

"We said we'd never grow up."

HOLD ME LIKE A GRUDGE

"I know you mean well."

"Who am I dialing tonight?"

"That's a bummer."

"I love my life."

"I guess I'm getting older."

"I'm less pissed when I can't get onto the guest list."

"You put the "fun" into dysfunction."

"Hold me like a grudge."

"The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up."

"Can't do it on my own."

"Part-time soulmate, full-time problem."

"I guess, somehow, we made it back."

"I am a diamond on the inside, just add the pressure."

"I thought I knew better."

"I thought it would get better."

"I figured somehow by now, I would have got it together."

"We'll do more than just get by together."

FAKE OUT

"I make no plans and none can be broken."

"Remember us just like this forever."

"This can't last."

"Do you laugh about me whenever I leave?"

"Do I just need more therapy?"

"Love is in the air."

"I just gotta figure out a window to break out."

"It was all a fake-out."

"My mood board is just pictures of you."

"I didn't take the love when I had the chance."

"I swear I'm not sad anymore."

"We did it for futures that never came, and for pasts that we're never gonna change."

HEAVEN, IOWA

"Kiss my cheek, baby, please."

"Would you read my eulogy?"

"I will never ask you for anything."

"Dream sweet of me."

"Tell me when the party ends, will you still love who I am?"

"Scar crossed lovers, forever."

"I'm checking myself out forever."

"I'm saving this all for later."

"Here we are untouched forever."

"They don't know how much they’ll miss."

"Save your breath."

"Half your life you've been hooked on death."

"Be careful what you bottle up."

"I closed my eyes inside of your darkness and found your glow."

SO GOOD RIGHT NOW

"I got this doom and gloom."

"I feel alright."

"I got love in my heart."

"Let's sneak in from the cheap seats."

"We'll drive until the engine just gives up."

"Feelin' so good right now."

"We'll crash and burn somehow."

"I know I've made mistakes."

"At least they were mine to make."

"All of our wildest dreams, they just end up with you and me."

"I ripped myself apart."

"I'll be whatever you need me to be."

"I cut myself down to whatever you need me to be."

THE PINK SEASHELL

"Parents got divorced when I was, uh, (age) years old."

"I saw my father about three times a year after that."

"The answers are all inside of this."

"There's no point to any of this."

"It's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes."

"I take pleasure in the detail."

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #*mystarters #*smfs

[puckrph]

FALL OUT BOY'S "SO MUCH (FOR) STARDUST" STARTERS

taken from the 2023 album. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

LOVE FROM THE OTHER SIDE

' i'm dying out here. ' ' what would you trade the pain for? ' ' we were a hammer to the statue of david. ' ' we were a painting you could never frame. ' ' you were the sunshine of my lifetime. ' ' this city always hangs a little bit lonely on me, loose like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit. ' ' i'd never go, i just want to be invited. ' ' you've got to give up. ' ' don't fight it. ' ' i'm sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse. ' ' i just about snapped. ' ' don't look back. ' ' every lover's got a little dagger in their hand. ' ' i'm falling in and out of love. ' ' i'm getting that tilted feeling. ' ' nowhere left for us to go but heaven. ' ' summer's falling through our fingers again. ' ' we're taught we've gotta get ahead no matter what it takes, but there's no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race. ' ' i saw you in a bright clear field, hurricane heat in my head. ' ' it's the kind of pain you feel to get good in the end. ' ' give up what you love before it does you in. '

HEARTBREAK FEELS SO GOOD

' no matter what they tell you, the future's up for grabs. ' ' is there a word for a bad miracle? ' ' nobody said the road was endless. ' ' nobody said the climb was friendless. ' ' could we please pretend this won't end? ' ' it was an uphill battle, but they didn't know we were gonna use the roads as a ramp to take off. ' ' we could cry a little, or cry a lot. ' ' don't stop dancing. ' ' don't you dare stop. ' ' we'll cry later or cry now. ' ' we could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves. ' ' but baby, heartbreak feels so good. ' ' heartbreak feels so good. ' ' we said we'd never grow up. ' ' it's open season on blue moods. '

HOLD ME LIKE A GRUDGE

' when you ask how i've been, i know you mean well. ' ' who am i dialing tonight? ' ' that's a bummer. ' ' burn feelings for twenty summers. ' ' i'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky, screaming at the stars like night lights. ' ' i love my life. ' ' i guess i'm getting older, cause i'm less pissed. ' ' to the end of the world. ' ' you put the "fun" into dysfunction. ' ' hold me like a grudge. ' ' the world is always spinning, and i can't keep up. ' ' i can't do it on my own. ' ' part-time soulmate, full-time problem. ' ' i guess somehow we made it back with a few dreams of ours still intact. ' ' i am a diamond on the inside, just add the pressure. ' ' i know it's inside me, but i've got no map to my own treasure. ' ' i thought i knew better. ' ' i thought it would get better. ' ' i figured somehow by now i would have got it together. ' ' if you put your heart in it, then we'll do more than just get by together. ' ' i'm like a storm on the horizon. '

FAKE OUT

' take a knife and cut through the darkness. ' ' i make no plans, so none can be broken. ' ' remember us just like this forever. ' ' this can't last. it won't last. ' ' do you laugh about me whenever i leave? or do i just need more therapy? ' ' love is in the air, i just gotta figure out a window to break out. ' ' i'm buried alive inside my dreams. ' ' my mood board is just pictures of you. ' ' i'm not sad anymore. ' ' i didn't take the love when i had the chance. ' ' do i still need more therapy? ' ' we all started off as shiny dimes, but we all got flipped too many times. ' ' we did it for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change. '

HEAVEN, IOWA

' you and i and a screw top bottle of wine? ' ' i feel so "a star is born." ' ' kiss my cheek. ' ' would you read my eulogy? ' ' i will never ask you for anything, except to dream sweet of me. ' ' when the party ends, will you still love who i am? ' ' scar crossed lovers forever. ' ' i'm checking myself out forever. ' ' i'm saving this all for later. ' ' here, we are untouched forever. ' ' they don't know how much they'll miss, at least until you're gone like this. ' ' save your breath. ' ' half your life, you've been hooked on death. ' ' half my life i've been hooked on death. ' ' twice the dreams, but half the love. ' ' be careful what you bottle up. ' ' the chemistry is a mess, it seems, but i'm still a sunbeam. ' ' i closed my eyes inside of your darkness and found your glow. ' ' shake things up, and see what comes down. '

SO GOOD RIGHT NOW

' i got this doom and gloom in my mind. ' ' i feel alright. ' ' let's sneak in from the cheap seats. ' ' we'll drive until the engine just gives up. ' ' feeling so good right now, so we'll crash and burn somehow. ' ' i know i've made mistakes, but at least they were mine to make. ' ' all of our wildest dreams, they just end up with you and me. ' ' i was drifting from the start, and i ripped myself apart. ' ' i'll be whatever you need me to be. ' ' i'll cut myself down to whatever you need me to be. '

THE PINK SEASHELL

' my parents got divorced when i was five years old. ' ' i saw my father about three times a year after that. ' ' he gives me this big pink seashell, and he says to me "the answers are all inside of this." and i'm all like, "what?" now i realize that the shell's empty. there's no point to any of this. ' ' it's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. ' ' so i take pleasure in the detail, you know? a quarter pounder with cheese, those are good. the sky about ten minutes before it started to rain. a moment where your laughter becomes a cackle. '

I AM MY OWN MUSE

' here i am. ' ' not sure you should take a chance. ' ' i like playing dumb, letting you figure me out. ' ' i was faded, in my own defense. ' ' drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about. ' ' smash all the guitars 'til we see all the stars. ' ' we've got to throw this year away like a bad luck charm. ' ' the trumpets bring the angels, but they never came. ' ' no one let them in, 'cause they didn't know my name. ' ' i know i keep my feelings tucked away. ' ' it's just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart. ' ' let's twist the knife again, like we did last summer. ' ' i'm just trying to keep it together, but it gets a little harder when it never gets better. ' ' i'm trying to keep it together. '

FLU GAME

' i guess to you now i'm just a face in the crowd. ' ' oh, god. kindly, please, would you kill me now? ' ' late at night in my room, i lie awake, think of you. ' ' last night i dreamt i still knew you. ' ' i carved out a place in this world for two, but it's empty without you. ' ' i've got all this love i've got to keep to myself. ' ' it takes all this effort to make it look effortless. ' ' confront all the pain like a gift under the tree. ' ' i can't be who you need me to be. ' ' i'm so real that i feel fake. ' ' one day, every candle's gotta run out of wax. ' ' one day, no one will remember me when they look back. ' ' i can't stop 'til we catch all your ears, though. i'm somewhere between mike tyson and van gogh. '

BABY ANNIHILATION

' time is luck, and i wish ours overlapped more, or for longer. ' ' the first time i took the mask off, just had another one on underneath. ' ' i'm just melted wax on a birthday cake. ' ' another year fades away. ' ' it's self-sabotage at best. ' ' you know what they say: if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself. ' ' this palace was crystal, but the world was a cruel joke. ' ' what is there between us, if not a little annihilation? '

THE KINTSUGI KID (TEN YEARS)

' i'm pretty sure, as far as humans go, i'm a hard pill to swallow. ' ' i'm not your intended dose. ' ' roll the highlights. ' ' i've got the wrong insides. ' ' i spent ten years in a bit of chemical haze. ' ' i miss the way that i felt. ' ' i passed my old street, the house i grew up in. it breaks your heart. ' ' i felt you at the beginning, but i needed you at the end. ' ' stop me if you've heard this all before too many times after too much alcohol. ' ' you don't know me anymore. '

WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE

' that's the way the world used to be before our dreams started bursting at the seams. ' ' we're out here and we're ready. ' ' i don't care if it's pretty. ' ' the view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship. ' ' everything is lit except my serotonin and my lightning bolt brain. ' ' i just need someone to hold me. ' ' i just need someone to hold me, even though you don't even know me. ' ' what a time to be alive. ' ' they say i should try meditation, but i don't want to be with my own thoughts. ' ' i just want to be your cherry on top. ' ' when i said "leave me along," this isn't quite what i meant. ' ' what's left? ' ' sometimes you wonder if we're ever looking back. '

SO MUCH (FOR) STARDUST

' i'm in a winter mood, dreaming of spring. ' ' i've been burning myself down. ' ' i feel like something that's been stretched out, over and over again, until i'm creased and i'm about to break down the middle. ' ' stars are the same as ever. ' ' i don't have the guts to keep it together. ' ' i'm stuck in the permafrost. ' ' life is just a game. ' ' i'm stuck in a lonely loop. ' ' so much for stardust. we thought we had it all. ' ' i need the sound of crowds, or i can't fall asleep at night. ' ' i can't take my thoughts. ' ' another year of possibilities left unwrapped like gifts the day right after christmas passed. ' ' i'm pretty positive my pain isn't cool enough. ' ' ache 'til you make it. ' ' i think i've been going through it, and i've been putting your name to it. ' ' in another life, you were my babe. ' ' in another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime? ' ' what would i trade the pain for? i'm not sure. ' ' i used to be a real go-getter. ' ' i used to think it'd all get better. '

#rp memes #rp starters #rp sentence starters #lyric starters #fall out boy rp meme #fall out boy sentence starters

[wildflowersnweed]

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[lords-of-mayhem]

Lords Of Chaos Ships Playlist

A playlist of songs for various LOC ships. (Only one per ship this time <3)

Blackthorn x Varg // I Bet On Losing Dogs

I bet on losing dogs. I know they're losing and I pay for my place by the ring where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down. I'll be there on their side, I'm losing by their side.

Dead x Euronymous // Heaven Iowa

I've unspooled on the floor, I feel so A Star Is Born. Kiss my cheek, baby, please. Would you read my eulogy? I will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me.

Tell me when the party ends, will you still love who I am? Scar crossed lovers, forever. I'm checking myself out forever. Save your breath, half your life you've been hooked on death.

Faust x Varg // Cigarette Daydreams

Did you stand there all alone? Oh, I cannot explain what's going down. You sigh, look away. I can see it clear as day. Close your eyes, so afraid, hide behind that baby face.

Funny how it seems like yesterday. As I recall, you were looking out of place. Cigarette daydream, you were only seventeen. Soft speak with a mean streak, nearly brought me to my knees.

Dead x Euronymous x Hellhammer x Necrobutcher // Remember When

You were the first, so was I. Made love and then you cried, remember when? We lived and learned, life threw curves. There was joy and there was hurt. Life was changed, disassembled, rearranged. We came together, fell apart, and broke each other's hearts.

Faust x Occultus // Francesca

Do you think I'd give up, that this might've shook the love from me? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily? If someone asked me at the end, I'd tell them put me back in.

I would do it again. If I could hold you for a minute, darling, I'd do it again. I could find you, darling, in any life.

Euronymous x Varg // Hum Hallelujah

I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light. A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'til tonight do us part. I sing the blues and swallow them too.

My words are my faith, to hell with our good name. Remix of your guts, your insides x-rayed. And one day, we'll get nostalgic for disaster.

Blackthorn x Faust // We Fell In Love In October

Smoking cigarettes on the roof, you look so pretty and I love this view. We fell in love in October, that's why I love fall. Looking at the stars, admiring from afar.

Faust x Fenriz // Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes

Doc, that's a hole where something was. Put him in the back of a squad car, restrain that man. He needs his head put in a CAT scan. Oh, I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine.

What a match, I'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet. Imperfect boys with their perfect ploys, nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

Metalion x Ann-Marit // Apocalypse

You leapt from crumbling bridges, watching cityscapes turn to dust. Filming helicopters in the ocean from way above. Got the music in you, baby. Kisses on the foreheads of lovers, wrapped in your arms.

You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos, left in the dark. Sharing all your secrets with each other since you were kids. Sleeping soundly with the locket that she gave you clutched in your fist.

Euronymous x Faust x Varg // I Love You Like An Alcoholic

Cast that first glance. Your smile, my veins at maximum capacity, blood pumping so fast. My girl, if looks gave heart attacks. Some handsome dark stranger, you were standing there on the corner.

Kissed that first night and then the rain opened up the sky. You had those compelling magnetized eyes you must've lost when you got older. You laughed, but seemed a little sad. One last kiss, I love you like an alcoholic.

#lords of chaos #playlist #rpf #eurodead #euronymous x dead #euronymous x varg #varg x blackthorn #varg x faust #varg x euronymous #dead x euronymous #faust x varg #faust x occultus #occultus x faust

[meantforinfinitesadness]

Did someone ask for lyrics from So Much (for) Stardust as fic titles? No? Well, you're getting them!

I'm probably gonna make a separate list for lyrics I like because there's a lot and not many of them work or titles or are...too long to be titles (in my opinion). Also, the song titles work well for fic titles. At least, I think so.

If there's a lyric you think works for a fic title, tell me please. And remember, these aren't a list of my favorite lyrics. That list will be happening though lol

Sending My Love From The Other Side: - Every lovers got a little dagger in their hand - And you were the sunshine of my lifetime

Heartbreak Feels So Good: - We could dance our tears away

Hold Me Like A Grudge: - part-time soulmate, full-time problme

Fake Out: - But this can't last, won't last - No plans and none can be broken - We did it for futures that never came

Heaven, Iowa: - I will never ask you for anything, except to dream sweet of me - I closed my eyes inside of your darkness, and found your glow

So Good Right Now: - I got love in my heart

I Am My Own Muse: - It gets a little harder when it never gets better

Flu Game: - I carved out a place in this world for two, but it's empty without you - Oh, please, I can't be who you need me to be

Baby Annihilation: - Time is luck, and I wish our overlapped more or for longer - What is there between us, if not a little annihilation (THIS GAVE ME SITH OBI-WAN AND PURGE TROOPER CODY VIBES)

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years): - I felt you at the beginning, but needed you at the end - Oh, but you don't know me anymore

What A Time To Be Alive: - But, baby, please, I just need someone to hold me So Much (For) Stardust: - We thought we had it all - In another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime

#fic titles #fall out boy #song list

[offside-the-lines]

tell me who i run to (if not you)

anthony beauvillier x genevieve gignac (OC)

key lyrics that inspired me under the cut

I Am My Own Muse by Fall Out Boy

We got to throw this year away like a Bad luck charm// I'm just trying to keep it together But it gets a little harder when it never gets better

Say Something Loving by The XX

You say something loving It’s so overwhelming, the thrill of affection Feels so unfamiliar// I feel it taking over. Before it slips away Don't let it slip away

Forces by Japanese Wallpaper

You’re feeling in your bones But you don’t act on it There’s something in your heart But you won’t talk, talk, talk about it// ‘Cause I’ve been thinking ‘bout it And I’ve been dreaming ‘bout you Won’t do a thing about this ‘Cause I don’t wanna ruin you

HAZE by 5 Seconds Of Summer

And when I open my eyes I hope to see your face // Got me feeling alright when the feeling’s long gone Got me feelin' uptight every moment you're gone

Put You Through Me by Arrows in Action

Am I supposed to let myself be everything you need So sweet, then leave? I don't wanna put you through me// If we end up going down this road You'll end up underneath my feet eventually

Talk Too Much by Reneé Rapp

I'm taking everything I see as a sign and I know it's crazy But what if it's right// I'm here again Talkin' myself out of My own happiness

Lose Control by Teddy Swims

Yeah, it's takin' a toll on me, tryin' my best to keep From tearin' the skin off my bones, don't you know// I lose control When you're not next to me (when you're not here with me) I'm fallin' apart right in front of you, can't you see?

Heaven’s Gate by Fall Out Boy

One look from you And I'm on that faded love// If there were any more left of me I'd give it to you And I'll tell you that I am fine But I'm a missile that's guided to you

All I Ask by Adele

So why don't we just play pretend? Like we're not scared of what's coming next// All I ask is If this is my last night with you Hold me like I'm more than just a friend Give me a memory I can use

Baby Annihilation by Fall Out Boy

Time is luck and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer

 Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy

Twice the dreams, but half the love Be careful what you bottle up The chemistry is a mess, it seems But me, I'm still a sunbeam// I will never ask you for anything Except to dream sweet of me

Instrumental: Intro by the XX

Bishops Knife Trick by Fall Out Boy

Looking for pieces of broken hourglass Trying to get it all back As if the time had never passed I know I should walk away,  But I just want to let you break my brain And I can't seem to get a grip// The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left

 I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

Hold your hair in deep devotion At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean// Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

 You’re On My Mind by Tom Misch

Please tell me that you feel the same That we're on the same train// Nighttime, and I'm thinking of you Each dawn of every day You're on my mind// You're all I can find You're on my mind

 Easy by Mac Ayer

I'd be lying if I said that You ain't on my mind Been tryin' to give it some time// Feelin' like I'm runnin' away Never had the chance, chance to say I can say that loving you is easy

Best Part by Daniel Caeser (ft. H.E.R.)

You're the coffee that I need in the morning You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring//You're my water when I'm stuck in the desertYou're the Tylenol I take when my head hurtsYou're the sunshine on my lifeIf life is a movieThen you're the best part

ILYSB - STRIPPED by LANY

And you need to know You're the only one//And you need to knowThat you keep me up all night//Oh, my heart hurts so goodI love you, babeSo bad

#tell me who i run to series #rox writes

[nityarawal]

10/14/2023

Morning Songs

Every Religion

Says Love Thy Brother 

Is This Peace On Earth

Every Religion Says

Thou Shall Not Kill

Is This Heaven On

Earth

Did Your Attys

Get What They Want

Domestic Terrorism

In Israel

Gaslighting

Sibling Rivalry

Like 9/11 

Peeps Comment

In The Middle East

Jews Got $3.8 Billion

Annually

Since World War II

You See

Is It Not Enough

Compared

To Iran's First

Pay Out

$6 Billion

On Much Needed

Reparations

45 Years Later

Attys Kids

Gotta Write Mommy

Murder Endings

Better

For How I Met Your

Mother

And Me

Cancer

Was It Poisoning

Was It A Basement 

Tick

Left From World War II

Nazi's

Handymen

Was It Lymes

That Killed Your Mother

Will We Ever Know

What Is True

11 Labs Done This

Month

Hundreds Over Seven Years

Pulling Probing

My Psyche

My Veins

Cathertising Me

With Crud

For IEHP

Kickbacks

Not Just Rockets

Tell Us What Did You

Learn

From My Prototype

Did You Learn

How To Be Kind

To A Princess In Need

Did You Offer Her

A Little Love And Peace

But If She Agreed

To A Date

She Was Caged

Black And Blue Bleeding

Where Were My

Sympathy Cards

Beat On The Head

In The ICU

Where Were My

Sympathy Cards

Did You Not Care

What Attorneys Did

To Realtors

Where Were My

Sympathy Cards

8 Times I Was

Kidnapped Raped

Hospitalized 

Fundraising

Scared

Where Were My

Sympathy Cards

That Is Not The 

Kind Of Shabbat

Or Conversation

I Had In Mind

Where's My Sympathy

Flowers

Ditched At The Alter

For Plan B

Where's My Sympathy

Flowers

DLF

Ringo Always Said

Love And Peace

A Quarter Persian

Can We Still Be Friends

Knights

Despite Old Wars

Triangulating Us

My Family Terrorised

For Almost 45 Years

1979 Revolution

But I'm Only

Quarter Persian

Not Iranian

Never Been

I Sold Your Art

Faithfully

Lost My Marriage

Meanwhile

Kept Working

Smeared By Your 

Hustler

Who Didn't Like Me

Dancing With

Another

Jessica Michelle Alluded

Disruptive Marketing

Hipster Ballerina

Yogini

Is That The Story

We're Always Gonna

Hear

James Bond

Sue Bond

Wouldn't Go 

To Three Of Your Concerts

Or Dance

I Earned

"I Wanna Be

Your Man,"

With Me

Instead You Waved

Love And Peace

Melted My Heart

Like Elvis

Poodles

James Bond

Put His Foot Down

Said No

Apartheid 

To T.M. Slavery

I Didn't Know

He Told Me

They Worked Him

24/7

To The Bone

In 1999

They Hired Him

To Build World's Tallest

Building

Slummed Him

On A Dime

They Worked Him

Alright

Indians On Coke

In Vlodrop

Apartheid Slavery

Tech

Monarchy

Caste System

Phd

We Started Out

On $300 you Know

They Stole Everything

Judge Benny Waggoner

CFO Jonathan Masters

Bruce Hauptman

Our Boss

On First

Iowa California

Start Up

In Old West

Pimped To The Honor's

Step Daughters'

Trusty Nannies

Baby Lolita's

Stories

Is That What Josh

Is Doing Now Too

She Was Only 17

Young Enough

To Incriminate Me

You Say

She Was Only 17

Well My Daughter's

13

And I'd Hoped

You'd Gather Strength

And Be A Knight

To Get Her Out

Of This Apartheid

Love And Peace

Is It Just Talk

Mother Divine

Or Is Your Life

Not Your Own

Mother Divine

Just Words

Can't You Walk

Your Talk For Me

"Fleishman Is Missing,"

He's Not Even On

First Episode

Can't You Walk 

Your Talk For The

Lord

Don't Hurt Your

Brothers

"Hunters," On Prime

Or Sisters' Friend

Did You Not Learn

In Jewish Bible School

Don't Hurt Your Sisters

Friend

Domino Effect

Civil War

Karma Not Good

Don't Hurt Our Children

Friends'

World's Tumbling

Down

No Human Shields

Left

Peace My Lord

Peace

Pow Wow

Now

Please

Peace

Peace,

Nitya Nella Azam Davigo Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Nine: Sleep Peacefully

(Image not mine)

Rated: PG

~What story should I tell? Will it end happy, will it turn out well? What dreams do I own? Can I call any place my home?

And I rock myself to sleep, and I tell myself "don't get caught too deep" 'Cause I know by now, you're here for me.

And I tell myself "move along" and I tell myself "you were all wrong" But I know by now, wrong was right for me.

I'll sleep peacefully~

The black paved road of the near-empty highway stretched out in front of us, a stark contrast to the piles of glittering snow that the snowplows had pushed off the street. We had been on the road for 9 hours and were now somewhere in Iowa. The area we were now driving through was so much brighter than Copper Harbor ever was. There wasn't so much as a cloud to be seen in the sky. The last few orange rays of light from the setting sun sprinkled across the landscape as it dipped below the horizon, glittering and reflecting off hills blanketed in white. The sight almost hurt my eyes. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Whipping out my phone I snapped as many pictures as I possibly could, though I knew they would never do justice to the spectacular view.

The sun sank lower and lower and eventually vanished beneath the horizon. Then the stars came out. Scattered across the black velvet sky, they were so numerous it seemed impossible. I could see the differences in colors and size, and I could trace the shape of the Milky-Way. There were no trees or streetlamps lining the Iowa highway and it felt as if I was swimming through inky blackness, like I was swimming between the stars. The glittering lights were so bright and so close. It was special sort of magical.

I rested my elbows on my knees and my head between my hands and stared out the windshield at the beautiful black expanse. On my right, Castiel copied my position.

"Jack tells me you like the stars," he said. Upon hearing his name, Jack briefly looked to me and smiled before turning his gaze back to the window. I had been drifting in and out of conversation with various partners throughout the car ride.

"I do, I love them," I kept my voice soft and my answer simple, "I've never seen so many at once before. I don't think I'll ever get used to it." Castiel smiled softly.

"You know, I am several billion years old, and I am still baffled by the magnificence of this universe. Sights like this, they never get old." I turned my head away from the bright lights in the sky to look at the angel beside me.

"Have you been up there?"

He nodded.

"Yes, I have."

"What's it like?"

Castiel sighed in a melancholy sort of way. I could see the reflection of all those stars gleaming in his eyes.

"It's more beautiful than you can imagine."

I nodded and gazed back out at view of the heavens.

"I wish I could live up there."

Castiel chuckled.

"Someday you might. Who knows what will happen?" He said.

"Yeah."

"However," he added, "As for right now, I think you need to get some rest."

"Nah, sleep is for the weak." At that moment I yawned, emphasizing my point. Dean glanced at me in the rear-view mirror.

"We can pull off and stop at a motel overnight if you need some sleep," He offered. I shook my head and tried to blink away my sleepiness.

"Don't stop on my account! I can sleep in the car," I insisted.

"You sure?" Dean asked. I gave him a thumbs up.

"Oh yeah. I actually sleep better in cars, if you can believe it. Something about the noise and the motion puts me to sleep like a baby, I'm all good." For once I told the truth. I really did sleep better in cars.

"Okay, as long as you're comfy, we've got about eight more hours till' we get there." Dean turned down the volume on whatever album we'd been listening to all day. I'd never been a fan of rock music, but some of Dean's songs weren't that bad.

"We'll try to be quiet for you, Marty," Sam said. I yawned again and rubbed my eyes.

"Thanks guys, for everything. Honestly, I can't even remember the last time I had a good night's sleep."

"You're welcome, kid. This is what we do. Now shut your eyes." Dean mock commanded. I rolled them instead and turned to Jack.

"Jack?" I said to get his attention.

"Hm?"

"What are your feelings on being used as a pillow?" Jack's face was painted with all shades of confusion.

"I-I don't, um, I-" He tried to answer but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"I'm just kidding," I explained. "You don't have a choice in the matter!"

I grabbed his arm and tugged it around my shoulders so I could lay my head on his chest. Jack's entire body stiffened, and he looked to Cas with an expression that said 'Help me, she's doing something weird. Tell me what to do'. Castiel merely shrugged and in the front seat Dean snorted. I chuckled and waited for Jack to shift around a bit and get comfortable before I closed my eyes.

"You're a comfy pillow," I remarked.

"Um, thank you?"

I couldn't see his face, but Jack sounded extremely confused. I decided then that I needed something to hold on to. It took me a few moments to feel around for his arm but when I found it, I gripped his hand and held it up.

"This is mine now."

Wrapping his arm around my waist, I tangled our fingers together and smirked when I felt Jack chuckle and wrap his other arm around me in a way that was friendly and natural.

"If this keeps up, I think we're gonna have to have a talk with Jack about a thing or two." I heard Dean whisper to Sam.

"I heard that."

"Shut up, Mcfly. You're supposed to be sleeping." He scolded, teasingly. I kept my eyes closed but stuck out my tongue at him. I smiled when I heard him laugh.

"Goodnight, guys."

"Goodnight." Dean, Sam and Cas chimed together.

"Sweet dreams, Marty," Jack whispered.

With that, I let myself slowly drift into oblivion's velvet embrace.

***

"Is she asleep, yet?" Dean asked in a whisper, peering in the mirror at the sleeping girl.

"Um, I'm not sure." Jack craned his neck in an effort to find out, but he just couldn't tell.

"I'm trying, Mom," Marty mumbled into Jack's chest. That made him grin.

"From that I'd say, she's close."

"I'm not your mom, Marty," Dean sighed.

"Sorry, dad." She murmured. Dean just shrugged.

"Well, that's a little closer I guess," He said, his lips twitching with a tiny smile.

"Say, Jack, when's the last time you slept?" Sam asked, turning in his seat to face Jack who's face scrunched up as he thought about his answer.

"Four days ago, I think." He replied. Now that he thought about it, Jack realized just how tired he was.

"Dude. Sleep. Now." Dean ordered. Jack blinked a few times and yawned.

"No, I can wait." He yawned again.

"Jack..." Cas pressed.

"I can't go to sleep yet," Jack insisted.

"Why not? Marty back there did it just fine," Dean said.

"Gimmie back my socks, Biden," Marty mumbled.

"See? Out like a flickering lightbulb." Dean joked.

"No, you don't get it. I can't go to sleep, she's right here. She'd think I'm weird or something." Jack worried.

"Well, you're not exactly normal, Jack." Cas muttered under his breath.

"Look, she's the one sleeping on you kid." Dean paused, glancing at the others in the car. "That came out wrong. The point is, she clearly doesn't know the meaning of personal space. Just go for it." He finished, refocusing on the road.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked. Dean's eyeroll was nearly audible.

"Go to sleep, Jack. She ain't gonna care."

Jack nodded.

Snow began to fall on the roof of the Impala with a tip, tip, tipping noise as Jack rested his head atop Marty's. Her hair was soft under his cheek and he matched his breathing with the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

"I love that sound," She sighed, in her half-asleep stupor. Jack guessed she was referring to the sound of the falling snow.

"Me too," he whispered, closing his eyes and drifting off to the same place as the girl beside him.

***

"Jack."

...

"Jack!"

...

"You have got to be kidding me... JACK!"

Jack woke with a start. Blinking rapidly, he attempted to make sense of the world around him. Confusion washed over him as he could have sworn, he had fallen asleep in the Impala next to Marty. But he wasn't there anymore. In fact, he wasn't sure where he was.

Everything was white. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. Well, actually this place didn’t really seem to have walls or a ceiling or a floor. It was all just white, stretching off forever. Behind Jack somebody coughed.

"Behind you," They said, sounding rather annoyed.

Jack turned around slowly and cautiously. Standing in front of him now stood Marty. Her tiny hands on her slim hips and her face twisting into a frown that was somehow amused and annoyed at the same time. She raised her eyebrows at him, and her foot tapped rapidly on whatever surface it was that they seemed to be standing on.

"Heya, Jack." Marty smirked.

Jack's eyes shifted nervously left and right. His hand reached up on its own accord to rub at the knot he felt in his chest. He got the distinct impression that something here wasn't right. He planned to figure out what was going on as soon as he could determine where exactly 'here' was.

"Don't worry Jack, it’s just us. Or, I should say, it’s just you," Marty said, clarifying and confusing things for Jack at the same time. Jack shifted his gaze back to the girl in front of him.

"Where are we?" He asked, his brows drawing together. Marty smiled at him pleasantly.

"We're inside your head!" She answered.

"What?" Jack wondered how she could answer his question while giving him so many more at the same time. She giggled a bit at his confused expression. Spreading her arms like wings, she spun in a circle.

"Look around, Jack! It’s so big! You should be proud!" She stopped spinning to grin at him. The line between Jack's eyebrows and his confusion were deepening quickly. Marty tapped her chin and looked upward with a smirk, as if thinking about something. "But we really should both be proud." She mused.

"Marty, what's going on? Are you okay?" Jack took a step towards the girl reaching his hand out. Marty flicked her eyes up and down between him and his outstretched hand, her expression darkened. She held up her hands in a defensive gesture as she took a few sauntering steps back.

"First of all, I'm not Marty," She stated, evenly. Jack's position instantly switched from inviting to aggressive. He bent his knees and widened his stance, shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet, readying himself for a fight.

"Who are you?! Where is she?! What did you do to her?!" He demanded. His eyes pulsed with an orange light as he prepared to use his powers. The person in front of him, who apparently wasn't Marty, put a hand on her chest, gasping with obvious mockery.

"You wound me, Jack! You're not even going to ask who I am? I thought we were better friends than this." She closed her eyes and shook her head, sighing in an obnoxious and sarcastic way. Jack wasn't having any of this thing's games. He clenched his teeth and raised his hand threateningly.

"Where's Marty?" He growled, trying his best to imitate Sam, Dean, or Cas when they were in similar positions. The not-Marty just rolled her eyes, like she was bored.

"Yeah, no. We ain't doing that in here." She frowned, waving her hand simply. Jack scowled and tried to blast her back with his power, but he abruptly realized that he couldn't. Nothing was happening. She had taken his powers away. His eyes snapped open wide and he stared at his hand. Now he was the one taking a few steps back.

"W-what? I-" Jack stuttered. The not-Marty crossed her arms and leaned back on her heels, taking on a much more relaxed position.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot here, Jack. Can we start over?" She tilted her head and smiled pleasantly at him before sitting cross-legged on the ground. Jack nodded at her with a distrusting expression but hesitantly copied her position.

"Thank you, Jack. I'm sorry about the attitude earlier, it's just that, with this form you gave me, her personality and came with it and then there was your expectations and perception to deal with, so I had to battle through that. I'm very sorry, but I think we're all good now."

Jack was struck by just how pretty the pleasant smile on her face was and had to remind himself that it wasn't really Marty.

"What do you mean? Who are you?" He asked, expecting another vague and confusing answer. The girl giggled, her laugh sounded exactly like Marty's bubbling, wind chime laugh.

"I'm you, Jack!" She replied, brightly.

"No, you're not- you can't- how can you be me? I don't understand," Jack shook his head, bewildered. The girl giggled again.

"I'm not you you, of course. I'm your conscience! Or your sub-conscious or whatever, really." Jack didn't know what to say. Not-Marty leaned forward as if to tell him a secret. "Ya remember what I said about us being inside your head?" She reminded him.

"So, this is a dream?" He asked. She nodded.

"You could call it that, yes. So, you don't have to worry about Marty. When you wake up, she'll be right were you left her, safe, sound, and all cuddled up in your arms." She wrapped her arms around herself, jokingly. Jack nodded, sighing with relief, now he could figure out the rest of this weirdness.

"If you're my conscience, why do you look like Marty?" Was his next question. The girl claiming to be his conscience shrugged.

"You were thinking about her when you fell asleep. It's that simple." Jack nodded slowly.

"This is confusing," he stated. The girl just nodded.

"It is. Let's make it a little less confusing, shall we?" She stretched her hand out for him to shake, "I'm not Marty so how bout' you call me Cricket?"

"Why Cricket?"

"Like Jiminy Cricket! From Pinocchio!" She cheered. Jack took her hand and shook it firmly, still not completely sure he trusted all she was saying.

"Hello Cricket, it's nice to meet you?" He said, more as a question than a statement.

"It's nice to meet you too, Jack!" Cricket giggled for a moment before sobering up in a snap, "But we need to have a talk," She said, her voice grave.

"About what?" Asked Jack, carefully. Cricket chuckled at his apprehensive tone.

"Relax kiddo, it's not like I'm mad at you!" She reassured him.

"Then why am I here? What do we need to talk about?" Cricket frowned; her expression dark.

"We need to talk about Marty," She said. Jack narrowed his eyes.

"What about Marty?"

"There's something off about that girl, but I don't know what it is," Cricket answered.

"Why not?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Well, if you don't know, then I don't know, and we don't know!" She he exclaimed.

"Oh."

"But I'm telling you, all five-foot-two of this," Cricket gestured at Marty's body, "Isn't what it seems." Jack frowned.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, Martina is dangerous," Cricket deadpanned.

"No! She's my friend! She's not dangerous!" Jack protested. Cricket raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Really? How much do you actually know about her? You don't even know her full name," She pointed out, her voice harsh. "She's keeping secrets, Jack."

"No."

"Don't make me the villain here, Jack. You're making me the villain, I'm not!"

"Stop! Get out of my head!" Jack shouted.

"Jack, listen to me. I'm you and I'm trying to protect us!" Jack scrambled to his feet, shaking his head.

"I don't believe you!" The girl in front of him stood too.

"If you won't listen to me, then maybe you'll listen to mom." Then Marty was gone. Standing in her place was Kelly Kline.

"Mom?" Jack whispered he couldn't stop himself inching forward. Kelly opened her arms.

"Jack! Please listen to me, you can't trust that girl. I know she's your friend, but you need to look-" Jack cut her off.

"You're not real!" He said, backing away. In an instant, Kelly was gone, and Cricket came back.

"Fine, suit yourself." Cricket's glared was ferocious and her voice was cruel. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Jack blinked and when he opened his eyes, Cricket was gone.

***

"We should probably wake em' up," Sam whispered as the Impala rounded the turn off on the dirt road that led to the bunker.

"Wait! Cas, do me a favor," Dean said passing his phone to the angel in the back seat, "take a picture of those two." Jack and Marty were still fast asleep. The only thing that had changed in eight hours on the road was that Marty had grabbed a hand full of Jack's shirt. Taking the phone from Dean's hand, Cas snapped three pictures of the sleeping duo.

"Here." He passed the phone back to Dean who took his eyes off the road to observe the pictures.

"Awesome." Dean grinned. "These are going in the black-mail folder."

"In the what?" Sam asked.

"The black-mail folder, Sammy. You don't have one?"

"Uh, no."

"Your loss," Dean shrugged, turning his attention back to driving. The car was quiet for a few minutes.

"So, what's in the black-mail folder?" Sam asked after a bit. Dean smirked at his brother.

"You'll find out," He said, ominously, "Next time I want something, you'll find out."

Sam decided in that moment that he did not want to find out what was in Dean's black mail folder. As the bunker came into view, Castiel reached over and shook the shoulders of the sleeping pair next to him.

"Jack, Marty, we're here," Cas urged, gently. Jack eye's opened and he blinked the tiredness from them, his neck was stiff, so he stretched it out. Marty, however, did not wake nearly as easily.

"Martina." Cas shook her shoulder again.

"Hmm?"

"Wake up."

"Five more minutes." She murmured. Jack chuckled at her antics.

"Marty, wake up. We're home." Marty's big grey eyes fluttered open and she turned her head to look up at Jack.

"Home?" She sighed.

"Yeah, home," Jack said. Marty sat up and yawned, stretching her arms and rubbing her eyes.

"Home sounds pretty good."

~What story should I tell? Will it end happy? Will it turn out well? What dreams do I own? Can I call any place my home?

And I rock myself to sleep And I tell myself "Don't fall to deep" Cause I know by now You're not comin' for me

And I tell myself "Move along" And I tell myself "You were all wrong" But I know by now Wrong was right for me

I'll sleep peacefully~

Lyrics from: Sleep Peacefully by Lilly Kershaw

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Reviews: The Stand: Captain Trips

Halloween Havoc rambles on!  I decided to read a Stephen King Classic via it’s comic book adaptation from Marvel Knights 4 and Afterlife with Archie scribe and future Riverdale showrunner Roberto Aguirre-Sarcasa. A deadly plauge sweeps across the US that kills in it’s wake while the goverment tries to cover it up. Because that’s not at all terrifingly close to home.  But as this pandemic creeps around the US we meet 5 dispearte people with a part to play in what the world becomes after the end: Stu, a hard nosed man who finds himself imprisoned by the government since he was next to patient zero for the outbreak and lived. Frannie, a young woman who finds herself pregnant and dealing with her disaproving mother and the babie’s less than ideal dad. Larry, a would be one hit wonder whose come home to new york to dry out and to let Stephen King go on for several pages about how much he fucking hates new york, because that was important. Nick, a deaf and mute teen drifter who finds himself subbing for a kind sherieff who sadly got the disease. And Lloyd, a dumb criminal who finds himself in jail after a robbery gone bad. And waiting in their dreams and the shadows for his acendency, the walking dude, Randall Flagg, evil itself. Waiting paitently for the soon dawning time of his ascendency. Spoilers and the review itself under the cut. 

So yeah i’m back to doing some comics reviews and I.. genuinely missed it. I did. I just needed to reajdust from doing one issue at a time to doing full arcs as well as get it in my head to do one.  And while I didn’t INTEND to review these, I ended up liking this series, at least for this mini, so much I couldn’t resist diving into them critically.  As for why I decided to read these comics it’s simple: i’ve never read the Stand but always wanted to. No real complex motives: I’ve liked some adaptations of King’s works with It: Chapter One being the reason I finally started watching horror movies after a good decade or two of avoiding them like the plauge, finally breaking down my squeamish cowardly barrier and opening up a greater world. Granted the sequel was a giant balloon parade of disapointment, but I can get to that some other day. Point is I like Stephen King: he seems like a decent enough guy, has had some good adaptations of his works and even the bad ones have some fun. Like this trailer for maximum overdrive where it’ shard to tell if it’s his tragic drug addiction or just him that’s responsibile for that wonderful delivery. 

So yeah, with little options to read the stand and the series out of print, I decided to dive into the comics because they seemed accurate enough from the way reviews had them and frankly before horror films, I really got into horror through comics, with my gateway there being Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa’s afterlife with archie. Many of you may know RAS, as i’m calling him so I don’t horribly mangle his namem, as the guy behind riverdale, sabrina, which is partialy based off his own sabrina comic and kathy keene, but before he became Archie’s golden boy, he was a writer at marvel, hence these mini series, and wrote the wonderful fantastic four series marvel knight’s 4, which I might cover at some point, which followed the four as they lost all their money and had to live like us normal folks. It’s really fucking good stuff and easily one of the best runs on the characters period. Afterlife with Archie is no slouch either so pairing both guys who brought me to the terrordance of horror seemed like a match made in heaven.  So that’s where we Stand, pun intended: I haven’t read the stand or watched the mini series, only know or remember some spoilers, and am walking into this blind but eager to see what happens. So if your willing to join me on the ride and on my fresh perspective, here’s Stephen King’s the stand by RAS and Mike Perkins.  Now since, at least at this early stage, The stand is divided up by the characters and what their going through as the virus hits, i’m going to cover this character by character, with an additional section on the progress of the pandemic itself and the government response.  Before I dig in I will say there is something I really love here: The Pacing. NOw I will grant it’s slow: By the end of this mini we only JUST meet big bad Randall Flag as the pademic and it’s goverment coverup both kick into high gear.  So why does it work? Simple: The characters. By opening up as the end of the world is happening instead of shortly before or after like most post apoclayptic stories, and focusing on each of our surivivors we get a real sense of who our heroes were before society collapsed as it collapses, and get to really care about them and WANT to see how they react to the end of the world and what they become. It justifies the series, and the book’s , massive length by using that giant stretch of time to get us invested in the cast and really want to see where this story goes. It’s really good storytelling and holds up really well. So with that out of the way, we can dive into the meat of the story itself. And before we can get to our protaganists, let’s get to the plauge itself 

THE OUTBREAK

The story starts with a soldier breaking out of quarantine after getting hit with a miltary virus, infecting his wife and child  while trying to go awol and dying.. thus starting the plauge known as Captain Tripps. It crashes into a small town gas station, where we met Stu, one of our heroes, more of him later and starts to slowly grip the nation as the book goes on.  The Goverment handles making a plauge that will end up dooming the human race.. by pretending it dosen’t exist, supressing the media, and cordening off whole cities and taking them over. An early attempt by the media to get the story out get the reporters shot horribly, and we get to see all the gore in this version. it’s not plesant but it’s a well done sequence. We get an even worse sequence where the general in charge of the facility captain tripps came from seeing tons of dead bodies in the cafeteria from their sceintests failed attempts at a cure, one of which is horribly bloated, and then shoots himself..... yeah I got nothing. Just.. wow. Good horrible stuff. 

So yeah tha’ts basically how it goes: the goverment can’t figure out how to stop it and tries desperatley to cover it up or downplay it instead.. and why yes our own goverment’ sbungled handling of coronavirus, with our own PRESIDENT, in the hospital right now, does make this extra chilling to me thanks for asking!  It SOMEHOW gets worse with the final issue as various media outlets rebel against the goverment  supression with tv, newspaper and radio all reporting on this despite the risk.. that comes true as the goverment STILL dosen’t learn their lesson and kills them all and we end as the virus only gets worse and the president urges everyone that it’s all fine despite teh mass bodies dumped into the sea and to just take some juice. Just.... just..... 

Yes exactly thank you Jon. It’s good stark horrible stuff, I just have no more commentary other than please make it stop. I will say however it’s well done stuff that lets the creeping dread seep in until it really hits fever pitch at the end. 

Stu Redman: 

As I mentioned, we meet Stu very early on, as he’s on site when patient zero crashes his car into a gas station.  Unfortuntely for him this gets him and hsi town swept up to a goverment black site where as seen above, he has no time for the bullshit their feeding him and is in no mood to actually cooperate till they actually talk to them. Which.. yeah it’s entirely resonable: the Goverment is holding him here against his will, refusing to tell him anything and asking to get samples from him. How does he know their not just going to shoot him the second their done with him? He dosen’t and given what we’ve seen this version of the goverment, and hell the real goverment do, yeah. Maybe blind trust needs to be earned rather than demanded. Just saying.  Stu gets his answers, that everyone else they brought in and thus his whole town is dead, and they don’t know how to stop the virus.. and that they don’t know where it came from but as the above makes clear, that’s a load of garbage. So Stu relcutantly and grumpliy coperates. He’s basically if Ron Swanson got freaky friday’d into nick millers body. 

Stu eventually gets taken to a diffrent facility after the jounalist thing and becomes even more coperative, as they start bringing in an armed guard every time someone visits him.. and Stu starts to get even more wary of this shit as it’s very obvious he’s become expendable, he uses those exact words, and by the end of this mini is plotting his escape. He also has dreams.. of iowa cornfields.. and a sinster man in black floating above them.  I like stu a lot: A hard nosed down to earth guy who dosen’t take shit, but is clever enough to know when to bite his tounge and bide his time, easily sussing out both why he’d been moved to a new facility and just how disposable he now is: He’s a man who will fight when needed but knows when to hold back and wait for it. He’s also a nice protaganist ot be our main viewpoint in the goverment sections and is easily my second faviorite. My faviorite is coming shortly. 

Frannie Goldsmith: 

Frannie is a college student who just ended up pregnant by her  boyfriend Jesse. She dosen’t want to marry him despite him offering.. and given his reactions to her telling him this are to whine “but you were supposed to be on the pill”, which she was and gave plenty of reasons why that may not have worked, and then give a loud , what was probably groaning “Aw hell” before proposting.. yeah good call. 

Frannie’s dad takes it well as he’s sad, but he understands and loves his daughter and wants to support her. Her mother.. is a selfish nightmare who bearates her for it, berates her husband, who usually backs down as Frannie is used to at this point, for standing up for her and then just for added terrible points physically abuses Frannie, who is PREGNANT, by slapping her hard. I know that can’t hurt the baby but fucking really.  Thankfully Frannie’s father decides even if he wont’ divorce the crone to stand up to her at least, and points out she really hasn’t been the same since Frannie’s brother died, igorning her up until the pregnancy and calling her out. She leaves in a huff defeated, and Frannie leaves to go stay at a hotel for a bit while tryign to find somewhere to stay, with her mom not wanting to talk to her and her dad insiting she come around.  Given her mother had signs of the virus earlier.. she dosen’t. She dies, Frannie, having come home to help her is devistated and we actually get a devistating if confusing bit as she hugs her dad and talks about eating the pie. Something lost in translation but the visuals cover well enough. And that’s where he story ends, though with a montage in the last issue, which is all we get of htem as the issue is focused on Flagg and the pandemic response instead. Not a bad move mind as it’s easily the best issue of the series, just a note.  Frannie is a likeable enough character, a strong woman who knows what she wants, wants to keep her baby and has decent enough family drama.. if well worn at this point but fraknly the book was written all the way back in the late 70′s so this is forgivable as it probably wasn’t AS common as it is now. Frannie has plenty of personality but her plot is one of the less intresting as it’s pretty easy to tell where it’s going in comparison to the other, more intresting plots going on around it. That said you still connect to frannie enough for it to not feel like a drag on the story and to feel important, so it’s not too bad a section. 

Larry Underwood: Larry Underwood is a musician whose also a bit o fa scumbag, using people and drugs like theres no tommorow and riding high, in both senses, off the sucess of his single.. a title that sums up the 70′s in a nutshell “Baby Can You Dig Your Man?”. Just.. it sounds like a parody song from SCTV... so in other words good job on making a goofy 70′s pop hit title stephen. Respect. 

But yeah a friend of Larry’s seeing he’s hit bottom suggets he had back to new york. Larry bunks with his mom who worries it’s too late for him to change from the scumbag he is now and that only a great catstrophe could do that. 

So yeah obviously it’s gonna, but we’ll likely see that as the series goes on. So mostly Larry’s segment is one incident of him having a one night stand that seems a bit overblown.. I mean it is scummy of him but her screaming “your not a good guy and what not as seen above just seems narmy as hell and utterly stephen king in terms of writing.. but the scene of him trying to convince himself she’s wrong after is really strong. Larry’s self doubt, self hate and wondering if he’s that bad is really strong stuff and really godo character stuff showing he is an asshole who uses people including his own mom.. but also genuinely DOSEN’T want to be that person but dosen’t know how. We also get a crushing bit where he calls for his friend who helped him only to find out not only is the guy in the hopstial but it’s getting bad. As the chapter ends larry looses his mom too.  The one real weakness of this bit is King goes on a bit of an author tract that’s kept via larry’s narration, which by the way I love how the books narration is kept REALLY damn well via the caption boxes, it’s really nicely done and a way to help keep some of the bits from the book while still taking bits out where necessary. It’s a nice touch. But back on point yeah.. Larry REALLY hates new york.. which to me translates as Stephen King REALLY hating new york, and wanting you to know how much he hates new york, how much the city was festering back then, how much of a crap hole it is, how it farts turds during thunder storms etc. IT’s likely trimme down from the text but boy does it feel unecessary> We get it, 70′s pre clean-up intiative new york was REALLY fucking awful. You didn’t like it there. But if you want to rant about new york for several paragraphs.. 

Like I get that he’s TRYING to make the point Larry dosen’t like new york and dosen’t fit in at home but instead of trying into his character arc entirely it just feels like an excuse for King to ramble about his hatred of new york. I’ts easily the weakest part of this mini series and I only think it was kept because RAS, as made clear in the question and answer sessions with marvel.com in the back of one of the issues, is a huge king fan and wanted to keep as much as possible. It’s the one time I feel the comic, and the story it’s retelling, really stumbled that bad. Thankfully with that rant over we can get onto my faviorite character

Nick Andros: Nick is easily has both the most unique narriatve and is the most intresting character to me. A mute and deaf teenage drifter, he goes from town to town finding work.. and between towns get beatup by a bunch of local assholes the ringleader of which is your standard Stephen King bully because depending on the kindness of strangers in a stephen king story is just asking for a beating.  Though oddly enough that ends up working as Nick finds himself in a jail cell with the local Sheirff and after getting a pad and paper, not only verifies he was working with someone in town, and who he is , but also who beat him down. And oddly for a king story since while he DOES have a heroic sheirff i’ve heard of, most of his law enformcent seem to be corrupt hicks at best, this one.. is a nice guy who makes sure the assholes that assaulted nick are brought in despite the ringleader being his wife’s nephew and knowing he’ll get no sex for a while because of it.. the narrative points this out because we needed to knwo that apparently. 

But said wife happily takes Nick in along with the Shierff while the sheirff takes 3/4 of the assholes in, with said nephew booking it out of town. But soon our kindly sheiff takes ill from the virus and Nick gladly fills in for him as his new deputy to make sure the idiots at the jail don’t starve. He continues this throught the book even as he looses his new family tragically due to the virus.. and soon his prisoners catch it too and clearly aren’t long for the world.  Nick is a THROUGHly likeable character. Just from body laungage it’s clear there’s a bit of an edge and a bit of harshness to him.. but he’s mostly just a good kid who goes out of his way to make sure three assholes who tried beating him to death get fed and watered, and wants to do the right thing despite the world crappign on him constnatly. He’s throughly intresting and his disablity is nicely portrayed, with him being portrayed as a normal guy who simplyg ot dealt a really crappy hand and does his best with it. Easily the best part of this mini, closely followed by the last issue but we’ll get to that in a second. We have one more character to get through. 

Lloyd Henried This bit will go fast since he’s only in two sections this mini but Lloyd is a dimwitted crminal who clearly gets a thrill from the crime sprees and murders he and his pal have done but also dosen’t murder inscreimatley. Unfortunatley his partner in crime does and Lloyd gets arrested after his first scene and hsi friend gets his face gunned off. Lloyd is last scene with his lawyer teaching him to lie. He’s basically just a dumb criminal at this point who likes thrills. Not a lot to dig into comapred to the other characters soooooo let’s move on to our final focus character and the focus of the final issue only, but hitned at before... 

Randall Flagg The breakout character of the piece, one of king’s most loved and most used villians. The Walking Dude. The Devil HImself. I had high expecations of this character with all that hype and he did NOT disapoint. 

Flagg is a mysterious supernatural drifter who dosen’t even know how long he’s existed but is evil itself. He makes anyone he passes feel nervous, glass crack and everyone uneasy, yet when needed can slip in and out of any extremist or hate group easily and hands out pamphliets for whatever will get people riled up the most, good cause or bad. and easily worms his way in and out of heavily armed groups and into women’s beds. My words do not do kings words put onto the final issue justice. They jsut impart he is evil, he is here, and he is about to RISE. And you’d better be prepared to run. After a few issues of only appearing in one dream.. we meet our antagonist and he is a lot. Throughly engaging, throughly creepy and throughly unesettling we get a full sense of who flagg is a drifter who SEEMS resonable enough when talking but just.. gets under your skin, yhou just feel.. WRONG around him. This one sequence REALLY got me excited to see what this bastard does. Not a lot elsse to say  throughly engaging creepy impressive villian who lived up to the hype and star of one of the best single issues i’ve read. No notes. 

So yeah overall.. I really love this story so far. Obviously I have a LONNNG way to go and 5 more mini series to go so I hope you’ll join me but the art is good, the decisions fantastic and the writing adapted well, clearly compressed but in a way that works. A fantastic way to read the story for a newcomer such as myself and if you can find it somehwer,e read it. Ill continue with it as hte month, or months probably, go on. Until then check back on my blog for regular ducktales coverage and some more halloween fun, hit up my asks if you have some comics you’d like to see me cover, and until next time, happy halloween. 

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07/25/2020 DAB Transcript

2 Chronicles 14:1-16:14, Romans 9:1-24, Psalms 19:1-14, Proverbs 20:1

Today is the 25th day of July welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I’m Brian and it's great to be here with you as we round the corner on another one of our weeks together. Won’t be long before we’ll be rounding the corner on another of our months together. But as I often say when I look at the date…and it always hits me…when I look at the date, “o here’s where we are”. It's easy to get out in front of ourselves or behind ourselves when we are right here right now, July 25th. And, so, let's take that next step together on our journey through the Scriptures. We’ve been reading from the New English Translation, the NET Bible this week, which is what we will do today. Second Chronicles chapters 14, 15, and 16.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word and we thank You for another week, another week to live, another week to enjoy Your presence upon this earth, another week to embrace the fact that we are not alone, another opportunity to spend time in Your word and allow it to inform the choices and decisions that we make. We thank You for bringing us this far. We are…we are so grateful. No matter what we face, You bring us through…we are still here. No matter how hard it's been, we are still here. You have sustained us, and we are grateful. And, so we release another one of our weeks and it becomes a part of our history, even as we look forward to all that You have yet to do and say, correct, and comfort inside of us as we continue our journey within the pages of the Scriptures this year. So, come Holy Spirit, give us rest. Restore us today we pray. In Jesus’ name we ask. Amen.

Announcements:

dailyaudiobible.com is home base and that is…that's where you find out what's going on around here. It's a special day…special day and in…in our family. Today is that my son Ezekiel's birthday and it's his eighth birthday and I never let a birthday go by without kind of mentioning…mentioning that because he's the Daily Audio baby basically, His birth, hard to believe it was eight years ago, but his birth years ago today was a really, really beautiful moment in Jill and my life in this community because we…many of you have been here for years, you’ve heard the story. Some of you were here, like here as it happened, and I hear about those stories because I remember making the Daily Audio Bible in our family van in a hospital parking lot for a couple of days because we had intended to have Ezekiel at home. We’d done that before and had a midwife and things got sideways on us and it got kinda dangerous for a little bit where Ezekiel's heart rate was…he…like he was struggling and Jill was exhausted and struggling and we were just not able to progress and it got dangerous. And, so, we had a rush to a hospital, not even…not even the one we had planned. Like we had to rush to the nearest hospital, and it was so quickly that they were examining her…it…like I couldn't…like, she went into the emergency room and before I could get parked and get into the emergency room, like she was already gone and had to be taken back and they were already examining her and having us make really, really quick decisions about C-sections and stuff, just telling us like, “this is serious.” And, so, we just hardly had time to even adjust to…to what was happening before they were wheeling Jill away. And I'm giving my wife a kiss and it's like all we know is that this is very serious, and this has gotta happen right now. And, so, I mean all the flurry of activity ended up leaving me alone in this hospital room that I had just been with a bunch of doctors and nurses and my wife and now everybody's gone and I'm just sitting here wondering, how dangerous? What is happening? And praying and crying out to God and just being able to reach out, just to reach out on social media, just send out an email, just asking, “like community…like I need you now. We need you now. This is a scary thing and just immediately and the ongoing prayers.” And because it was an emergency surgery and stuff and the baby and the baby's mommy, like they needed to spend a couple days in the hospital and I'm staying too. And, so, we’ve got this little makeshift studio down in the van. It's the middle of the summertime in Tennessee. So, yeah, I mean it's 110° in the van…just but trying to make enough quiet to be able to do it and just kinda sharing that story as it happened and just continuing the Daily Audio Bible as life happens. And we’ve done the Daily Audio Bible all over the world in all kinds of strange circumstances, but eight years ago today was this particular story. And, so, happy birthday to Ezekiel, who is now eight years old and who is indeed becoming quite a good reader. And now we…we see Ezekiel reading Daily Audio Bible kids soon. And just kind of passing, passing it on, continuing it forward. And so today is Zekee’s birthday. Happy birthday! So, that's kind of what's going on around here. And I’d like to take this moment to thank everybody, especially everybody who was there. Like it's just…it's really unique what we have. Like I think…I think we know that. Like, I think we know that going through the Bible in community like this, like there’s something special about this. But we…it's like the kingdom, we couldn’t go like, “it’s this” or “there it is over there.” This is why it just is and what we share together is real and it's a…it's a beautiful thing and I'm grateful that we have each other in the different seasons and stresses of life. We do know that were not alone, and that we are in this together.

And so, yeah, that's it for today. I’m Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi this is to be safe and this is Saved by His Grace from Happy Valley. I enjoyed today’s podcast, July 22nd because it reminded me the first time, I heard about the concept of choosing a life verse. I thought, “O, I would like Proverbs 3:5-6 to be my life verse” but then when I took a hard look at myself, I realized what it really needed to be was Romans 7:18-19. That was quite a comeuppance. But anyway, haven’t called much lately but I want you to know that I am praying fervently for all of you and for this nation. I…Rebecca from Michigan called in the most beautiful prayer recently and honey you’re always in my prayers as is John from South Sudan. Your forgiveness and your Christianity just blow me away and so many others. I love all of you. You are my brothers and sisters in Christ and I just pray that we can all feel God’s presence in our lives every single day and know that He is never gone, He never leaves us nor forsakes us. I love you all. God bless you. Bye.

Hey everybody my name is Julie. This is my first week listening to the DAB and I just have to say you all are amazing. Just hearing everybody pray for each other, it’s really uplifting, especially with what’s going on in the world right now. So, I don’t have a request for today but when I hear your…you speaking I’m just going to be praying for you because I think you all are awesome. Have a blessed day.

Hi everybody this is Cricket from Iowa. Every morning when I take the dog for a walk, I try to make a long walk and I try to clear my mind and just let God talk to me or not talk to me but just to be still and listen. And this morning on my walk, God placed it on my heart to pray for all of us for the end of the coronavirus. So, here goes. O my Jesus you have said truly I say to you ask and it will be given you, seek and you will find, knock and it will be open to you. We knock, we seek, and we ask for the grace of an end of the Corona 19 pandemic. O my Jesus you have said truly I say to you if you ask anything of the father in My name, He will give it to you. In your name Jesus we ask God our Father for the grace of an and to the COVID-19 pandemic. O my Jesus you have said truly I say to you heaven and earth will pass away but my words will not pass away. Encouraged by your infallible words we now ask for the grace of an end to the COVID-19 pandemic. Thanks everybody.

Hello Daily Audio Bible family this is Denise, and this is a prayer and a confession. I want to confess to all of you that a couple years ago I just stopped talking to my best friend and she and I have known each other forever and we were maids of honors and at each other’s weddings. And I was so angry at her for nothing for nothing that she actually did. I just have struggled in my marriage to conceive a biological child and my best friend is blessed with them and she is six and I really broke when I lost this last pregnancy and she became pregnant just virtually at the same time with her sixth and I took out on her. But I praise to you that through my relationship with you guys, talking into this phone thing that it’s been really gnawing on me that that how can I pray this prayer leader for you all and received praise for being an intercessor and not one, tell you that my…my houses and clean and two, it just doesn’t feel right to intercede for people when I just have this thing holding over my head. So, I called her on Monday, and it was her birthday and we talked until 2 AM. And praise Jesus that He has worked in my heart to heal and I wanted you all to know that. And I feel like we can bring some good out of this pandemic. And if it is…if you’re in a similar situation it’s somehow on your side of the street I just encourage you to let the healing happen and just pick up the phone and start over because that’s what I’m doing and if you all would pray for me for my relationship with her and for me to have a child, that would be wonderful. Thank you.

Hi Daily Audio Bible family this is Shelia it’s my first time calling. I’ve been listening to the Daily Audio Bible since 2013 I think, and this is my first time calling. But I just wanted to say I love you guys, I pray for you always and I know that God loves us all. Stay in peace, stay faithful and continue to lift up the name of Jesus. Thank you, family for always being there for me. Know that I’m always here for you. Amen.

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there’s an indentation (in the shape of you)

a/n: i went from “i don't do rpf and reader insert” to i guess i do lol. this was inspired by three taylor swift songs from her album reputation “king of my heart” “dress” and “new year's eve.” when i wrote this i had phoebe tonkin from the vampire diaries and the originals in mind as the face claim for “you” aka hayley in this fic.

~*~there is an indentation~*~

(in the shape of you)

pairing: richard madden/you

summary: made your mark on me, a golden tattoo/ or the first time his crystalline blue eyes met your deep forest green, you were done for

rating: m

all at once, you are the one i have been waiting for/king of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

(king of my heart)

You sigh – deep eyes scanning the gorgeous hotel lobby before you – slender fingers curling around the stem of your champagne glass.

You know why you're here, but the idea of being seen to be seen is still so foreign to you. You had your chance at a few big parts recently – from Mera in Aquaman to Jane Chapman on Big Little Lies – but that ever elusive “break through role” was still out of reach, so close but in reality so far.

You wonder, as you gulp down the expensive liquid, if it's ever going to happen, if you should just pack up your embarrassingly tiny Silver Lake apartment and crawl back to your little one horse town hometown in the middle of nowhere Iowa with your tail between your legs. Just another pretty face in a long line of pretty faces who were just that, pretty.

You reach for another glass – a waiter walking by – and just as you bring the fine crystal to your lips, you feel it, the weight of someone's gaze on you.

You've felt the stares since you stepped into the Beverly Hilton for the Golden Globes after party – the red skin-tight Calvin Kline designed to tantalize – but this feels different. Something tells you to turn to your left and it's like the whole world has literally stopped. Crystalline blue eyes – as clear as a secret woodland stream – meet yours and you know – instantly – that you're gone.

You shouldn't... Careers get derailed this way... Pretty girl ensnared by the actor on the rise and suddenly you're nothing but arm candy, and it all falls apart, but he's walking toward you – award in hand – and fuck if you aren't thinking about those elegant looking fingers twisting in your hair, tweaking your nipples, sliding along each vertebrae of your spine, being wet with your release all while it's smeared across those criminally plush lips and fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK...

“The champagne's probably,” A low chuckle while said lips twist into a bashful grin as those dangerous fingers sift through thick russet curls. “Gone to my head because I would never do this otherwise. Either that or it's this,” He raises his award, briefly. “You can't be here alone. Not in this dress,” His voice nothing more than a throaty growl, which makes your thighs clench. “But if by chance you are, I will fall gallantly on my sword and make sure you do not leave alone.”

“Fall gallantly on your sword, huh?” Your raspberry pout twists wryly, playing it far cooler than you expected. If he wants you like he seems to, you're not going to make it easy. He doesn't need to know he's had you from the moment his eyes met yours. Where's the fun in that?

inescapable/i'm not even going to try/and if i get burned, at least we were electrified

(dress)

You shouldn't be here – in his hotel room – you're a nobody, a rando he spotted across the crowded after party lobby because you're poured into some skin-tight dress. Tomorrow he'll be Mr. Golden Globe Winner and you'll be sent out to Burbank for some two bit part on Brooklyn Nine Nine or a commercial for Old Navy. He has the upper hand in every way and it won't end well for you when he leaves the room oh so handsomely disheveled while you have to slink out the back, hoping against hope the vultures aren't lingering because you can see the headlines... nobody tries to sleep her way to the top, party girl tries to glom onto shooting star, ect ect

But there are his hands – those perfect hands, rough and big but with deft and elegant fingers – sliding along your spine, vertebrae by vertebrae while those lips – plump and sensual – gliding over every inch of your neck, teeth nipping here and there before his tongue slips to soothe the bites, and it takes everything not to all out moan.

It's been too long since you let anyone touch you like this.

You won't last long and you feel – deep in your bones, an exciting thrill racing up your spine – that this, what he's doing now, is only the beginning.

You're still wearing your dress when you come from the heady ministrations of his expert fingers, your head thrown back and your mouth open wide, his name nothing more than a breathless keen, “Richard” tumbling off your lips.

salute to me i'm your american queen/and you move to me like i'm a motown beat

(king of my heart)

You were right when you thought him making you come – still fully clothed with just his fingers – was only the beginning. When your dress ended up as a puddle of fabric on the plush carpet of the hotel room and you became pinned underneath him – nothing but a writhing mess on the luxurious sheets of the bed – you don't know. You're not even sure you could tell someone what your own name is, at this point in time, because you're in such bliss his tongue lapping at your core, tasting you like a starved man.

“God,” A growl from deep inside his chest. “You taste like heaven.”

“I bet,” A throaty burst of laughter, somehow, coming from you as you shake your head. “You say that to all the girls you pick up at all the after parties, don't you?”

Your teasing as him climbing back up your body, his lips slanting against your own in a bruising kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips without the need for permission. Yours tangles with his, desperate and wanton, as you spread your legs wider, knowing what you both want; him inside you, filling you, stretching you, and if just the thought doesn't make you wetter than you already are, his blue eyes – raging like the eye of a hurricane, drenched in lust and heady with pure heat – staring at you like he wants to devour you, does.

It's too much, too intense, too everything for what this actually is. You'll never see him again after this, but he's staring so deeply at you, you feel more than naked you feel exposed.

“Fuck me, damn it,” You grouse, bucking your hips insistently against his, your eyes narrowed and he shakes his head, drawing your lips back to his again. This kiss is slow, sensual and deep and he pulls away, only briefly, his teeth catching on your bottom lip to suckle and bite before his hips snap and he's inside of you and oh god. Your eyes can't help but roll back it's so much; he's not just big, he's long and thick and you feel every single inch and you swear you've never felt so full.

How you've lived without feeling Richard Madden inside you before tonight, you don't know.

there's glitter on the floor after the party/girls carrying their shoes down to the lobby

(new year's day)

You try to make your escape the next morning while he's in the bathroom, but you're not fast enough because the bathroom door swings open and there he is, toothbrush in mouth only wearing his black boxer briefs whose waistband fits perfectly into the grooves of his mouth-watering obliques while hugging the lean muscle of his thighs and you couldn't tear your eyes away if the room was on fire.

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight you count in your head, your eyes tracing every single one of his prominent abdominal muscles, your thighs clenching underneath you. Your fingers – clutching the straps of the Jimmy Choos you have to return – flex, itching to actually feel all eight of those muscles along with the ones that make up his broad shoulders and toned pecs, but it's morning now the harsh sting of reality hitting you like the golden rays of California sun filtering through the large bay window.

“You don't have to leave,” His voice is so sincere and those warm baby blues so open and honest, almost make you believe him. “Yeah, I do. Last night...” You breathe in deep, the heady images of him taking you every possible way, twisting and contorting your body into positions you didn't know you were capable of, flash across your eyes and your pussy throbs, the dull ache of being empty – of not having him inside you – making your heart ache. “Was beyond great,” Your lips tick upward, briefly. “But it was just that, a night.” You emphasize the word. “One I'll never forget,” You laugh, honesty radiating in every syllable. “But still just a night.”

“Hayley,” That Scottish brogue saying your name, almost makes you stop but you push open the door, anyway and step into the hallway, not realizing you left your underwear behind until you're all the way home.

say my name and everything just stops/i don’t want you like a best friend

(dress)

The last thing you expect to hear is that low and rumbly Scottish brogue, your name “Hayley” falling off his lips like a benediction as his hand clutches at yours, making you turn to face him. Your throat bobs as you swallow thickly because of course he's here at the Paramount lot for this.

Who could possibly take on the role of Edward Lewis in the remake of Pretty Woman but him?

You know who else is up for the part of Vivian Ward – Julia Roberts's iconic, break through role – and you should just leave now, his presence only makes that more clear to you because between Jennifer Lawrence and Zoe Kravitz and Naomi Scott, you don't stand a chance. You want nothing more than to keep your hand in his – his is so warm and big, those perfectly elegant and deft fingers curling around yours in a way that both calms and terrifies you – but you pull away.

You have no business being here, this is just another in a long line of almosts and your stomach twists and drops, but he grabs for you again, pulling you into the hard lines of his body and you hate how easily you could melt into him.

“You're perfect,” His voice husky against the shell of your ear, and you hate how you believe him.

our secret moments/in a crowded room/they got no idea/about me and you

(dress)

No one knows – not the producers, the writers and the director – that you two have ever met, and why would they? You're no one and he was just voted 2020's Sexiest Man Alive by People Magazine. They don't know that every inch of your body was once worshiped by his lips or that you had his perfect cock inside your mouth.

You really don't think you can do this, but this feels like your last chance, like if this doesn't happen you'll finally have to admit defeat and hope your okay high school transcripts can at least get you into a junior college or technical school. You let out a shaky breath and the director – Hailey Meyers-Shyer calls action – and everything disappears but those striking baby blues.

“I'm here for a week,” His Scottish brogue has been left behind and you fight the urge to scrunch your nose, you don't want this fake American accent you want gravel and rumbly and deep, but you're not Hayley and he isn't Richard you remind yourself. You're Vivian and he is Edward. “I have” He clears his throat, just as the script calls for. “These business functions, they're – ah – so terribly boring,” He admits, hand absently stroking at the back of his neck. “And I feel as though they would be much better with company.”

Easily you arch your brow slowly but defiantly, lips staying in a flat line, as if you'd heard all this before and then he leans in. You catch the scent of his cologne, so wonderfully him and it takes all of you, not to breathe it in. He teases, low and deep, his voice sliding over you like velvet, “I'd make it worth your while.”

You feel goosebumps rise, but you steel yourself, reminded that Vivian is supposed to remain unimpressed, even as your knees are starting to give out from underneath you. “Oh, yeah? You'll make it worth my while, huh? What have you got in mind, Cowboy?”

“From tonight to next Sunday, all day and all night,” He responds, blue eyes flaring with heat.

You give the next line and when he says how much, you nearly flub your lines, your heart crying out for you to say “nothing, absolutely nothing. since your eyes met mine, you've had me, couldn't you tell that very first night?” instead you say the line you're supposed to, looking away briefly and biting down on your lip, twisting the flesh as if you were deep in thought for a brief moment. You turn back to him and say, “Six thousand,” Confidence brimming in your tone, your eyes sparkling.

“Four,” He countered and you make your mouth drop open in total offense as you shoot back, “Seven.”

“Five”

“Fifty five hundred,” You shoot back, back arched like a puffed up cat, as if you had been insulted by such a low number. A slow smile blooms across those criminally plush lips, charming and beautiful, making your heart flutter as he says succinctly, “Deal.”

Your lips curve upward into the most blinding smile you can come up with, hoping you look proud as if you had just taken down a real shark the way it's described that Vivian looks in the script and he says smoothly, reaching up to push back a few strands of your hair, “I would have paid six,” his fingers linger along your cheek and jaw, longer than they should and you fight the urge to close your eyes, to draw him closer and breathe him in. He turns on his heel, leaving the balcony and going back into the room like Edward is supposed to, leaving Vivian on the balcony.

You read your last line, bringing your fingers to touch where his had been and you murmur, “I would have stayed for four.”

everyone thinks that they know us/but they know nothing about

(dress)

The headlines and the articles come faster than a Japanese bullet train... richard madden cozies up to pretty woman costar, scottish heartthrob romances american newcomer, is people's sexiest man off the market... You laugh, shaking your head, as you receive another text from your Mom commenting about what a handsome man Richard is.

You roll your eyes, biting down on your lip as you sink into the comfortable couch in your trailer. You're not do for hair and makeup for another twenty minutes, so you take the brief time you have to relax.

You sip at your white peach tea from Starbucks when the door to your trailer opens, you don't look up – you're sending a text to your best friend Jessica and then one to your little sister – until suddenly you feel a weight settle in your lap. You blink – once, twice – not quite believing – that without even announcing his presence – Richard just flopped onto your couch, long legs stretching and placed his head into your lap and was now looking at you with those irresistible bedroom eyes as he murmured, “I like when you play with my hair.”

You laugh, ruefully, but still your fingers sink into the thickness of his auburn tresses and card through the strands, taking special care with his grey streak, even bending to kiss that portion of his hair.

you squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi/i can tell it's gonna be a long road

(new year's day)

You feel like you're going to throw up. It's the night of the premiere in Los Angeles – and yeah, you had been to plenty of premieres, but not like this – and everything feels wrong, like this should be happening to someone else, like you're Cinderella and when you reach the end of the red carpet, you're going to be left in a tattered and torn dress with no fairy godmother in sight.

Your dress – is a deep royal blue, strapless and with a slit all the way up to your right thigh while its large skirt billows around you – feels too tight, too expensive (it's Elie Saab) and you want to tear through the organza fabric because you shouldn't be wearing this. You weren't made for dresses like this, you were still that rough and tumble tomboy from Davenport who caught frogs and played in muddy creeks and ended up with scrapes and bruises from falling out of trees.

You grab your clutch and the door to your hotel room opens, you don't have to turn to know Richard's striding through. You would know he walked into any room even if it was filled with thousands of people, that tell-tale shiver you felt that very first night, was never far behind as soon as he appeared.

His lips find your bare shoulder, kissing a sensual trail up to your neck, his hand gravitating toward the bare skin of your thigh almost instantly. His fingers slide along its seam, finding the front of your lacy royal blue thong and your knees lock together, so you don't tumble to the ground.

“So...” You murmur, your question of how do i look hanging in the air. He answers as if you spoke, “I can't,” Husky and deep against your skin. “Can't what?” Your bottom lip wobbles and you're unsteady for a whole different reason, thinking he's finally going to realize he can do better that you'll always be what you were on the first night he met you, a nobody. “I can't think,” He answers honestly, turning you so you're face to face. “You're stunning. Breathtaking. Gorgeous. Beautiful. All of that and then some. If I was a lesser man, I'd demand you change right now. But how could I deprive the world of this? Of you? On a night when you look so perfect. I must say, there is something missing, though.”

“What?” Nothing more than a shaky exhale, your mind still reeling from how you could have rendered him unable to think, from how he called you stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous and beautiful.

He attaches a beautiful silver bracelet to your right wrist, one charm in the shape of a bow adorning the piece of jewelry and you swear – silently to yourself, mesmerized by its beauty – that you will never take it off.

The feeling that you might throw up comes rushing back as the limo comes to a stop outside of Mann's Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard. His hand squeezes yours and you know this won't always be easy – especially after this, your debut as a couple – but with his hand wrapped around yours, your fingers threaded together and those too honest and too beautiful blue eyes staring at you, your doubts all fall away.

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Title: PYT Pairing: Pablo x Reader Rating: PG-13, for language.  A/N: This is gonna be a 2-part fic, but I wanted to get at least a LITTLE something out there for you, nonny, so you didn’t think I’d ignored your request! Also, apparently short fics aren’t a reality where I write from. Also to anyone from West Bend, no disparagement of your town was meant in the production of this fic. Word Count: 2,114

Rural Iowa was about as far from Hollywood glamor as one could get, and West Bend made the distance all the more noticeable. Surrounded by farmland as far as the eye could see, it was a drive-thru town with one main road, bifurcated by the train tracks that cut diagonally across town. West Bend had four restaurants, and one barely counted as it pulled double duty as a general store. Not a McDonald’s for miles or any semblance of the green mermaid beloved by everyone and their mother in Los Angeles. It was, in many ways, a town stuck in simpler times, something which you had never enjoyed. It was the entire impetus for why, at 18, you’d moved first to New York, then Los Angeles in the pursuit of your dreams.

Fast forward, and now, after years of staying out of town and either skipping family holidays on account of work, or flying your immediate family out to LA’s sunny coasts, you had been backed into a corner based on one stupid family tradition. No matter who they were, or where they came from, any and all first serious significant others had to meet the family on home turf and the home of the person dating said significant other didn’t count. Only the old two-story farmhouse that had raised no less than four generations of farmers, truck drivers, and one accountant would do. You’d tried to argue your way out of it, citing the need to be in the city in case you needed to take a meeting about the new show you’d just been cast in, but your mother wasn’t having it. Either you came through with your man in tow for Christmas, or neither your mother or father would ever approve of the match, should your dating lead, as it tended to, to marriage.

While you loved your family, there were certain things you kept from them; Hollywood’s seedy underbelly and your many brushes with it, your instagram account, and, as of the last three years, your boyfriend. It wasn’t from shame, but rather the fear of your parents’ disapproval that kept you from sharing pictures, vacation photos, or even any identifying information. The one time he’d come up in conversation had been your mother mentioning how much she disliked a certain character he’d played in her favorite TV procedural.

“Boys like that aren’t right in the head, y/n. I can’t even begin to imagine what it must have taken for that man to become that...that monster!”

It was a gripe your mother shared with many of his fans, one that you saw nearly every time he put up a new picture on Instagram. I don’t know if I can like you, because of what you did on ___, but you’re hot in this! You’d seen it so often, you could honestly write an essay on the subject. But, you did your best to stay out of the comments, knowing reading them at best killed brain cells and at worst turned you into the next UFC fighter, ready to take on anyone who badmouthed him even the slightest bit.

While you’d originally planned to fly in together and rent a car to make the three hour drive from Minneapolis-Saint Paul International into West Bend, he’d been held up because of reshoots, leaving you to not only have to deal with your two  brothers in your dad’s cramped F-150 for three hours, but to now--two days later--have to sit and listen to your entire family gossip about the man who was due through the front door any minute.

“10 bucks says he has that really annoying California surfer accent.”

“$20 says he’s blonde. And probably shorter than you, Jacob.”

“$30 says he’s got a bunch of tattoos to freak out mom.”

“$40 says he’s shorter than, y/n. Most actors in Hollywood aren’t even average height! They just make them look taller in movies with camera angles and stuff.”

“100 bucks to shut you both up! Jeeze.” You huff, pulling out your wallet and snatching out the bill you’d meant to break at the airport but had forgotten to in your rush to catch your brothers before they hijacked your luggage.

Your older brother, Matt, snatches the bill out of your hands, folding it crisply before putting it in his pocket, one eyebrow raised. Though he’d officially turned 30 a month ago, he still acts 12, and there are days when you can’t decide who’s more childish; him or Jake.

“I should get a bigger cut, seeing as how you get paid above SAG rates now, sis,” he jokes, and you punch his arm before you can stop yourself, only setting off a peel of laughter from both him and your little brother, the two having far too much fun with the notion of you finally bringing someone home.

“Boys, leave your sister alone and go set the table. Y/n, I’m sure he’ll be perfectly lovely, no matter how many tattoos he has. Just so long as you don’t mar your pretty skin, then he can have all the tattoos in the world.” You close your eyes to keep from rolling them all the way back into your skull. Your mother means well, but she’s about as out of touch with the rest of the world as a person can be and her words backfire as they send your brothers into a barrage of silent mimicry, your frustration with them growing by the second.

“You boys listen to your mother, and make sure you wash your hands before you touch the plates. Save your energy in case we have to kick his ass to the curb for your sister.” Your father’s voice comes through the back door, and you relinquish all hope, letting your head fall into your hands even as he passes you, still smelling faintly of corn despite having showered, changed, and switched from his work boots to his house shoes.

“Dad, no one’s getting their asses kicked. Please be nice to him. He’s a good guy, I promise.” You mutter into your folded arms, refusing to lift your head from the nest you’d made between the kitchen counter and your forearms.

“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you v--” Your father’s interrupted by the doorbell ringing, and almost immediately, your mother turns down the volume on the Michael Jackson record she’d been playing non-stop since she started preparations on Christmas dinner. He’s her favorite artist to listen to, mainly because she can dance around between the stove, the counters, and the fridge as she cooks and on top of everything she knows all the lyrics from when she was younger.

Steeling yourself for your family’s reaction, you swivel on your stool and watch as your father squares up his shoulders and puffs out his chest, ready to intimidate the only man you know he doesn’t stand a chance of intimidating in the slightest. Your dad swings open the door like he’s Saint Peter and Heaven is full and you have to press your lips together to keep from outright laughing. Even from your vantage point, you can tell Pablo’s going to have to duck through the door to get in. You trap your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch your father’s eyes widen as he shuffles aside to let Pablo in.

“Dad, this is my boyfriend, Pablo. Pablo, this is my dad, Travis,” you speak up, a smile that’s all fondness and pride crossing your lips as you watch Pablo effortlessly shift a bouquet of flowers and his carry-on from one hand to the other in order to properly shake your father’s hand. There’s snow on his coat and in his hair, and you can’t help but feel that same little flit in your stomach when you realize he looks like every Hallmark Movie boyfriend ever. It’s a good look, one you know he chose with care, but it doesn’t even come close to showing the type of man he truly is. It’s just a polished exterior to make meeting your family a little easier after all the stories you’ve told. If you had your way, you would’ve had him show up in his old motorcycle jacket and boots, but you knew it would scandalize your parents beyond the point of understanding. Both of you had to take baby steps.

“Pleasure to finally meet you, sir.” You’re almost mouthing the words right along with him, and though you hadn’t exactly rehearsed what he was going to say upon first meeting your dad, you did warn him to keep it short and to the point and not try to compliment him too early on, as it would bristle his mustache.

When your father nods in his usual gruff manner, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, finally letting yourself take a peek at the rest of your family. Your brothers had stopped dead in their tracks, and you’re amazed Jacob hasn’t dropped the plate he’s holding. Both he and Matt have eyes wider than your father, and it’s only when Pablo approaches that Matt snaps out of it and kicks Jake’s knee, pulling his brother back to the present, even though neither of them can really close their mouths.

“Tanto?” Jake stammers out before you can even introduce them and you mentally let out a long string of cuss words, knowing any chance at normal conversation is over because of course your little brother recognizes him.

“Tanto’s Native American, sweetheart!” Your mother calls and you look for the nearest hole to crawl into, eyes closing in misery.

“No, Ma--Not that Tanto!” Jake says in annoyance before all but grabbing for Pablo’s hand, shaking it vigorously. You’re beyond grateful that Pablo is one of the chillest humans you’ve ever met, otherwise, you aren’t sure your brother’s fanboying would be nearly as well tolerated. All he gets is a smile and chuckle for his exuberance, Pablo seamlessly moving on to shaking Matt’s hand as you remember to make introductions.

“The fanboy is Jake, the old one is Matt. Boys, Pablo.” You say, your voice purposely flat when introducing your brothers, making them both turn and give you narrow-eyed glares. You only make a face back, your eyes moving back over to Pablo, the two of you sharing a secret smile. He knows all about your brothers’ antics and while you weren’t aware any of the men in your family had watched anything with him in it, you know the biggest hurdle is yet to come. Your mother has watched him, judging by how shocked she looks,  and you know full well she recognizes him from a very different role.

“You’re...You...Oh my,” she sounds as flustered as she looks, and for a moment, even Pablo’s face mirrors the worry you’re feeling, a quick glance back at you a silent request for help.

“Mom, he’s not that guy,” you warn her softly, and with quick shake of her head and a smoothing of her apron, your mother switches into ‘mom mode’ and plasters a bright smile to her face, accepting Pablo’s bouquet with the appropriate amount of pleasant surprise.

“These are lovely, thank you so much,” she says, carefully setting them on the counter before she finds her hand wrapped up in one of Pablo’s big mitts. “Mom, this is Pablo, Pablo, this is my mom, Kate.” You smile, watching your boyfriend butter up your mom with a kiss to the back of her hand, Pablo having quickly figured out why she looked like she’d seen a ghost.

“Is there anything I can help you with, ma’am?” he asks, even as he moves over to where you sit, his smile growing just as fond as the one you’re wearing, a reminder that no matter how crazy dinner gets, things will be alright, because he’s here with you. Tipping your head up, you can’t help but scrunch your nose as he cups your face in both hands and kisses you tenderly.

“Missed you,” he breathes as he pulls away, and in that moment, the farmhouse disappears, leaving the two of you to speak volumes with only a look at one another. Reaching up, you stroke your hand over his cheek, tugging gently at his beard, not missing the fact that he’s gotten a trim since the last time you saw him. “Missed you too,” you whisper, any romance interrupted by the sound of Jake pretending to throw up by the dinner table.

“Welcome to West Bend Farm,” you say, plastering on your own sickly-sweet, slightly murderous smile. It’s going to be a long Christmas.

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