#sorta ! this was just a fun idea ... my silly billies...

[pespillo]

the inseparable biology and music teachers

[sil-and-seals-blog-something]

(I think we’re having a same hat moment. Non-binary umbrella and/or pan?

I am also typing this all out on my phone’s keyboard. Though, phone is one of my preferred methods of writing due to habit-)

‘Vlad trying his best yet not having the right social skills to convey things’ is just such a feel good concept. He isn’t at the end stage of a redemption arc (he might not even be in a redemption arc!) but he’s putting himself out there to help someone else. He’s doing his best and fumbling a bit, he’s showing that he cares in his weird, whacky ways that remind you that he was friends with Maddie and Jack in college, that he worked with them on their ghost portal, that he is a silly person under all of his problems.

I think seeing Vlad actually get desperate to try and help Danny in some way that isn’t just him flying in and trying to take control of the situation would speak volumes to Danny. Vlad’s giving him space while trying to make sure he’s okay or will be okay. That’s not something he’s done in most cases, but here he is, desperately trying to help without forcing Danny to deal with him. I think that that would be the deciding factor for Danny. If Vlad tried to forcefully help Danny at any point, he probably would’ve tipped closer to committing to the bit, but instead Vlad gave him space even when desperate. I think it would be a good starting point to move past a truce into a godson-godfather relationship (or as much of that as they can get. I’m a sucker for ‘Vlad sorta redemption but not totally and more so just an ease up and being much kinder to Danny’ type stuff-)

Honestly, I love tying Danny Fenton more firmly into this. But, I genuinely find it hilarious to imagine people seeing Danny FENTON, Mr. Bottom of the Barrel, forming a BLACK LANTERN UNIFORM AND FIGHTING THE GHOSTS, WHO HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE AFRAID OF-

(Btw, I imagine that Danny’s BL uniform if made to have a full head covering, so the singular not-in-the-know witness is given the Wes Weston treatment, funnier if it’s Wes who’s having to put together a whole board explaining how Phantom, the local Black Lantern, and the shape-shifter Billy Fathom are all Fenton. Danny’s identity shenanigans all just somehow strengthen his secret identity because it’s absolutely insane to have that many identities-)

(I love your ‘best of both worlds’ idea. Selecting Danny for a Black Lantern Ring was Nekron’s greatest mistake. Nekron literally created his own eternal tormentor. Danny can be around for as long as Nekron and can continue to hijack his summonings for eternity, and Nekron gave him the ability to do so.)

I love the idea of Billy being the THIRD ghost who looks similar to Phantom, in the eyes of Amity Park. They’d probably believe that Billy is the outcast of Phantom’s family cause he doesn’t wear the emblem at all. It would be hilarious. The theories. “So, Fathom is family with Phantom yeah? Any ideas as to why he doesn’t wear the emblem? I mean, I’m pretty sure it’s a family crest of some sort?”

Amorpho’s just a fun guy. I like him. I like his vibes. I generally like any degree of unhinged, but still.

Billy coming into existence as a result of Danny feeling overwhelmed and accidentally being exactly what Danny needed honestly feels so fitting. Danny figuring out who he is as Billy Fathom, figuring who he truly is deep down feels so beautifully heart breaking. He can’t learn who he is as Fenton, but as Fathom? Fathom doesn’t care for what people think, Fathom can speak his truth loud and clear, Fathom can unapologetically be himself. Fathom is exactly who Danny wants to be, needs to be. Not a hero, not someone to be stepped on, just a person doing what they feel like doing. It only makes sense that Fathom would turn out looking plausibly human but just slightly off, he’s the unapologetic version of Danny.

Also, I too enjoy the head canon of ghosts being influenced by self-perception. I didn’t even consider Billy Fathom becoming a genuine third form though. Maybe at first, Fathom was just a shape-shifted version of Phantom, but had seamlessly became a whole new form of Danny’s, separate from Fenton and Phantom, maybe somehow being a halfway point? And just, Danny not realizing that Fathom had become a completely separate form from Phantom until someone actually points that out to Danny.

(Gods, the part with Johnny, Kitty, and Ember was great. Kitty probably thinks Johnny is joking about his color-blindness from life without realizing that Johnny’s color-blindness actually carried over past death-)

I’m really glad that you like how I think different groups would view Fathom. Fathom just has such an interesting dynamic to him. He’s a version of Fenton who doesn’t to hide and fail. He’s a version of Phantom who doesn’t have to be untouchable and a beacon of morality. He’s just some shapeshifter who’s a bit of a punk (and does some mercenary work from time to time), someone who is completely and utterly themself, someone who won’t back down if someone tries to stifle them. (I think I accidentally just started sorta doing a he/they with Danny at some point, don’t know when but I guess I’ll just continue doing that-)

I honestly love the thought process behind why Eternal Trio hangs out at Elmerton instead of Amity Park. It makes sense. I actually have had grade dip problems before, and I still get like, snide comments about it from some people who know me (usually when I’m infodumping about something, which is a painful experience?), usually out of nowhere or as a “gotcha” type comment. It’s painful to be hounded on that in any way, at any point. Worse when you’re really happy and that gets thrown at you. I’d hate to be in Danny’s shoes and have to just deal with any of that (even without the ghost stuff), let alone when hanging out with even just a friend and having that happen.

Just, Eternal Trio all having Elmerton disguises (or identities) so that they can escape the perception of who they are is so beautiful. Sam being gentler in a nicer environment is honestly reminiscent of plants; a cactus can grow in an extremely harsh environment, just as a begonia rex needs a much more caring environment. Sam is like a cactus in Amity Park, but she’s like a begonia rex in Elmerton. Tucker getting to be quiet yet still heard is… it hits in the feels, it really does-. But, the way that you described Danny getting to take up space in a way that people wouldn’t be comfortable with in Amity just. That sums it up. Danny isn’t allowed to exist in Amity. Him just existing makes him a viable target for scorn (Fenton) or dehumanization (Phantom) in Amity. But, in Elmerton? As Fathom? They can just exist. He can be himself, he can take up space and not be punished for it.

(You’re welcome. Honestly, thank you for putting so much effort into this-. I’m just enjoying this back and forth in general-)

Yeah, he doesn’t do anything big things in Elmerton or Amity Park as Fathom or Fathomless. He’s probably straight up said that he won’t accept jobs in/around Amity and Elmerton.

Honestly, I imagine that Fathom chose the code name Fathomless because he can’t fathom how he got into this position. Amorpho went with Morph cause why not? It’s close enough to his name without anyone calling him out on using his actual name.

Side note : I forgot this earlier, but little scene I imagined. So, I actually brought up Matches Malones earlier for a reason. Like, imagine how awkward it would be for Fathomless and Matches to meet in an underground thing and awkwardly recognize each other (1- Bruce is probs liminal at this point and 2- Bruce would probably recognize Phantom’s tells in Fathomless, even if they’re more relaxed). Just think of it. You see your coworker working a side job at the competition’s business, but you can’t say anything cause you also work a side job at the same competition’s business. You just have to awkwardly stare at each other because you know but you don’t know which business the other is more loyal to. Basically awkwardly keeping side-eying each other to be sure everything’s alright.

(Imma be honest, when thinking about Danny’s moral views on killing, I didn’t actually account for Dan. I personally like to think of Dan as representative of what happens when someone lets grief consume them and everyone around them. He’s a victim turned into a perpetrator by his pain and inability to heal. Like a wound someone keeping scratching at the scar tissue of. Danny always had the capability to kill, but he had the weight of actually caring about the consequences preventing him from taking that action. Dan, on the other hand, was worn down to the point that he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore, and when he was hurt next, he lashed out and kept lashing out. At least, that’s how I view Dan- but yeah, Danny wouldn’t be morally against it, he just doesn’t view it as safe for anyone if he crosses that line)

I love Sam and Tucker’s liminal powers having been influenced by powers they once held. Aesthetically, I’d love to imagine Sam’s plant powers structuring around her spine. Just, both as a reminder of being controlled and a defense from ever being controlled like that again (Also, plants growing out of her spine would just look so cool-). Tucker has technopathy is always amazing and so fun. He’s just guy compelling things into his control. Does he trust himself with attempting this power on people? No. But, he’s got plenty of other targets in tech that’ll be much more useful uses of his powers. (I imagine it as just a general compulsion. The more skilled he is with manipulating/using the target, the more effective the compulsion is. So, weak mind control, but fantastic technopathy)

(I do believe that I shall read that fic tomorrow then {I would do it now, but I’m barely keeping myself awake enough to respond. Like, I’m been hit with the warning signs of needing to sleep throughout typing this all out-})

DP x DC prompt #78

There's a reason why the black lantern ring turns all who encounter it into mindless, crazed zombies. It's because the black lantern ring wasn't designed for living people, it was designed for ghosts. Enter Danny Fenton, the newest member of the Black Lantern Corps.

[f1nalboys]

A request: fem!reader asks her voyeur bf billy if she wants to watch her fuck randy and he agrees

Cuck!Voyeur!Billy Loomis x Fem!AFAB!Reader x Randy Meeks

fuck me this req is from feb 24, 2022.. and i am...just now doing it.... and its not even a full length fic T-T O AM SO EVIL IM SORRY howver!!!! i hope despite the length that you all (but especially u my dear, thank u for being patient!!!) enjoy this silly little thing!!!!

WORD COUNT: 794

WARNINGS: nsfw, cuck voyeur billy, slight sub billy if you squint and read into it, oral (afab and amab receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, threesome sorta, randy is a King <3, implication of more sex, proofread but probably missed some stuff

You’re sitting beside him, hand down his pants and lips on his throat, when you ask. He blinks, lost in the haze of pleasure from your hand on him and then your question is hitting him and he’s pulling away with a sound of disgust. “The fuck did you just ask me?” He’s staring at you intensely, eyebrows stitched together and the corner of his lip curled up in a sneer, but you just grin.

“I asked if you would want to watch me fuck Randy.” He shakes his head and scoffs but then your hand is down his pants again and he’s so hard, so needy he doesn’t bother to push your hand away. Billy tries to keep his eyes open, to keep looking at you, even when your hand is pumping slowly, squeezing at the base of his cock, swiping your thumb over his leaking tip. “Doesn’t that sound fun? Watching him fuck me, hearing me cum, all while you touch yourself?”

“That’s if he can make you cum,” Billy mutters, tripping over his words slightly. “Never should have told you I was into watching.” He grins, lifting his hips up and you roll your eyes, helping him pull his jeans down. He sighs, head tilting to the side as he watches you settle down onto the floor on your knees in front of him. “That something you’re interested in? Really?” You nod. “With Meeks?”

Grinning, you nod, spit into your palm and wrap your fingers around his cock again, leaning forwards and licking the tip gently, just to earn the hiss of pleasure he always gave you when you did it. “Yeah, but only if you’re watching.”

“Trust me,” He says, hand moving and resting on the back of your head, a sick grin gracing his flushed face. “I won’t be able to take my fucking eyes off of you.” You don’t have the chance to smile up at him or take in the compliment before he’s forcing your head down onto his cock, your harsh gag not being enough to drown out his loud groan of pleasure at feeling your throat constrict around him.

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Billy hated that he loved this. Here you were, on your back, legs tucked up to your chest getting fucked within an inch of your life by Randy fucking Meeks and here Billy was, cock in hand, so close it actually hurts. When the idea had been brought up to Randy he had turned bright red, shaking his head, telling Billy and you that it was ‘fucked up’ to tease him like that. When you both had reiterated that no, you weren’t teasing him, he had jumped at the chance. Billy thought it was… cute how eager he was to touch you, to make you feel good, to make you cum.

“F-fuck, Randy!” Billy tunes back into the scene in front of him, a moan caught in his throat at the sight of your legs shaking. Randy’s pace hadn’t slowed down once, a sheen of sweat covering his entire body. “Close, Billy, Randy, oh god!” Billy grips the base of his cock tightly, hips flexing, keeping him on the edge long enough to watch you come undone for the third time that night.

Randy suddenly chokes out a moan, body collapsing over you, rutting into your cunt as he feels himself teetering on the edge. You’re begging him to cum and you’re looking over at Billy and he knows you’re begging him to do it too. He cums without meaning to, too caught up in the whimper you let out as Randy cums inside you to stop himself from spilling over his fist. 

“That was… so good,” Randy says, giving you a few quick kisses before sitting back up and pulling out slowly, his hands keeping your thighs apart so he can watch his cum slowly spill out of you. “Can we do this again? Like, seriously, I’ll pay you both.”

“That’s prostitution, jackass,” Billy says but there’s no actual venom behind his words. He tucks himself back into his jeans and walks over, nudging Randy out of the way, positioning himself on his stomach. “Up to her, I don’t care.” He takes a slow lick up your cunt and you twitch, one hand tangling in his hair and the other grabbing ahold of Randy’s upper arm, nails digging into his freckled flesh.  Randy chuckles, leaning down and kissing you on the forehead, his cock twitching at the sight of Billy eating you out. “You don’t care but you’re eating my cum, okay, sure.” Billy grins against you and flips Randy off, adding his fingers into the mix. You were in for a very long night.

[bichie-bitch]

A Terrible Idea

pairing: bichie

word count: 2,192

warnings: underage drinking

modern day AU, aged up to 17

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Bill and Richie are sitting on Richie’s bed, Bill's legs drooped over Richie's as they sit and stare at their phones, playing each other in silly iMessage games. 

"Hey, Bill?" Richie asks, breaking the silence. "I have a terrible idea," he says looking away from his phone, focusing on Bill. 

"Oh god, w-what?" Bill asks nervously and meets eyes with Richie. 

"What do you say about going to a party? Like, an actual party." a wide smile spreads across the dark-haired boy's face as he thinks more and more about the idea. 

"Why?" Bill asks, not so fond of the idea. 

"Because," Richie lifts Bill's legs off his own and faces the boy in a full on manner. "Think about it. We have never been to a party together, wouldn't it be fun to go?" 

"W-we've been to p-p-parties together," Bill says, furrowing his brows together. 

"One that doesn't include cake and balloons and board games," Richie rolls his eyes playfully. "An actual high school party. It'll be so fun." Richie sings the last part and squeezes Bill's hands. 

"W-whose party is i-i-it?" 

"Henry Bowers’ ex girlfriend's cousin's party," Richie says effortlessly. 

"H-H-Henry Bowers?" Bill's mouth hangs agape at the mention of his name. 

"Ex girlfriend's cousin's party," Richie finishes Bill's sentence. Bill just stares at the other like he's completely lost his mind. "He won't be there, you can relax." Richie laughs as he leans into the boy. 

"H-how do you know ab-about this?" 

"I just know things," Richie smirks. "Now please, let's go. You'll have so much fun. We can get really fucking drunk and you won't have to think about shit for awhile." 

"Sh-shit as in G-G-G-Georgie?" Bill asks blankly. 

"That's not what I said," Richie defends himself, heart starting to pound in his chest. 

"B-But you were imp-implying it," 

Richie looks down because he knows Bill is right, he just didn't want to say his name. An extreme amount of guilt starts to wash over Richie, his breath hitching, feeling like he can’t breathe. 

"H-hey, it's okay," Bill says, grabbing Richie's face gently, forcing him to look at him. "I'll g-g-g-go to this stupid party w-with you." Richie jumps up from the couch and starts hopping up and down like a child on Christmas morning. "Wh-when does it s-st-start?" 

"Now," Richie says and looks up at the clock that's hung over his TV in the living room. "We're actually an hour late." Richie grabs Bill's hand as they start to head out the front door. 

"Wait," Bill stops and pulls away. "H-how are we going t-to get back?" 

"She'll let us stay," Richie says and opens the passenger side door for Bill to get in. 

"How do you kn-know?" 

"She's let me stay before," 

"Y-you've been to her party b-be-before?" 

"A few times," Richie chuckles lightly. "She's nice don't worry." Richie smiles a heartwarming smile, making Bill feel calm. 

Richie starts the car and the two head off to this so-called party. The drive there is nice and pleasant, Richie playing his music through the aux cord as they sing along at the top of their lungs. Bill would never admit this, but he likes Richie's music, quite a lot, actually. 

Richie parks his car on the side of the street and the two get out. 

"Are you ready for your first high school party, Denbrough?" Richie asks the other and wiggles his eyebrows. 

"N-not really," Bill says as the anxiety starts to grow in the pit of his stomach. 

"Great! Now let's go." Richie grabs Bill's hand again as they head into the house with blaring music and flashing lights. They make their way through a sea of sweaty, drunken teenagers and over to the drink table. "Pick your poison, Billy." Richie motions over to all the drinks that are laid out all across the table, all of them being alcohol. 

"Umm," Bill's eyes dart back and forth between all the drinks. 

"Since this is your first party, we will start you off easy. Have a beer," Richie says, deciding for him, and hands Bill a red solo cup full of beer. Bill looks at the cup then at Richie - who's smiling like an idiot - then back at the drink. He slowly raises the cup to his lips and takes a drink. "So? How does it taste?" 

"N-not as bad as I th-th-thought it would taste," 

"Good!" Richie says and starts to pour himself a mix of whatever the hell it is that he's drinking. All Bill can think about is it looks like one awful hangover. 

"Richie!" a female's voice shouts over the music. "Fuck, Richie, it's about damn time you showed up!" a short brunette girl says as she hangs her right arm over Richie's shoulder. "Everyone has been asking where you've been," 

"They have?" Richie asks, shocked because he's so used to no one wanting him around or requesting to see him. 

"Yes! Especially all the girls." she winks. "Oh, who's this?" she asks, turning towards Bill. 

"Kat, this is my best friend Bill. Bill, meet Kat." Richie introduces the two. 

"You're cute, Bill," Kat says flirtatiously and clearly drunk as she eyes him up and down. Richie narrows his eyes at Kat's comment. "Now, Richie, go have some fun and find those girls, there's a ton of hotties. I will introduce Bill to everyone." 

"No, Kat, it's fine. I can do that," Richie protests.

"No, Richie, go have some fun! I'll take good care of him," she says and pushes Richie away. 

"S-so are you the c-co-cousin?" Bill asks and takes a another sip of his drink, trying to hold back a bitter face. 

"No," Kat laughs nervously. "I'm the ex girlfriend." 

"O-o-h..." Bill whispers. 

"Yeah. That was one big ass mistake. That's why I drown out the memories," she says and downs the rest of her drink in one big gulp. Bill just stands there with wide eyes thinking why the hell did he let Richie get him into this mess. "So what brings you here tonight, Bill?" 

"P-peer pressure," 

Kat laughs hysterically at his comment. 

"You're funny, Bill," Kat flirts some more.

"Yeah, s-sure," Bill says and looks away uncomfortably. 

"You see that really pretty blonde girl in the red dress over there?" Kat asks pointing over to her left, Bill nods. "That's my cousin, Tori. She's the host of the party. I say you go over and talk to her, she's been eyeing you since you've walked through the door." Kat winks. "Now I'm going to go find Richie," she says tapping her cup on Bill’s before she walks away. 

Bill hesitates, he's not sure if he actually wants to go up and talk to this Tori girl, he would rather go and look for his best friend. Bill sighs and decides to go and talk to the girl so he doesn't look like a complete loner. 

"H-hey," Bill says coming up from behind Tori. 

"Oh, hi." Tori smiles brightly. "I've never seen you around here before, what's your name?" 

"B-B-Bill," he stutters shyly, his cheeks tinting pink.

"Well, Bill, I'm Tori." The girl holds out her hand, Bill shaking it.

"You're th-the cousin," Bill states. 

"That I am," she laughs. "So who'd you come with?" 

"R-Richie Tozier," Bill takes a drink, starting to feel a little bit angry at Richie for leaving him like he did. 

"Ah, that Richie," Tori says biting her lip. Bill frowns and pulls his eyebrows together. 

"What's that s-su-supposed to mean?" 

"Oh nothing," the blonde girl laughs as she shakes her head. "Him and Kat have just gotten into it." Bill's not quite sure what that means but he has a slight idea. Bill stands there awkwardly and then downs the rest of his drink. 

"I-I think I'm going t-t-to get a refill," he says and walks away back to the drink table. 

"Fancy seeing you here," a voice says. Bill looks up and sees his best friend smiling widely at him. "Having fun?" 

"I n-n-need something stronger," is all Bill says. 

"Rough night?" Richie asks, grabbing his cup and pouring a hard mixed drink for the other. 

"Sorta," Richie hands Bill's cup back to him and he takes a drink. "Sh-shit,." Bill says, coughing. Richie looks at the boy with loving eyes and giggles. He's always wanted to take Bill to a party and he's glad he convinced him to do so. He swears that every time Bill laughs he just falls more and more for him, as cheesy as that sounds. 

"It'll get you drunk faster if that's what you're hoping for," Richie smiles a crooked grin.

"Good," Bill says and starts to chug it. 

"But take it slow unless you're wanting to fucking throw up," Richie says and quickly pulls the cup away from Bill's lips and looks down at them for a second then quickly looking away. 

"J-just don't leave me ag-agin," Bill pleads. 

"I didn't want to in the first place," Richie half whispers, feeling guilt-ridden.

Bill smiles slightly and looks down at his drink as his heart starts to pound its way through his ribcage. 

"S-so, Kat..." Bill says as sadness grows in his voice. 

"What about her?" Richie tilts his head to the side.

"You l-like her?" Bill asks brokenheartedly, Richie choking on his drink as Bill asks the question. 

"No, god no. She's just..." Richie trails off. 

"Tori s-s-said that you two have 'go-gotten into it,'" Bill says, using air quotes. 

"We just made out a few times," the dark-haired boy says quietly, feeling guilty. "That's it. It's nothing major. Didn't mean anything." Bill nods his head, believing him. 

"Y-you might want to tell h-he-her that," Bill winks. Richie blushes and laughs lightly. 

"So, you see anyone that you're interested in?" Richie half teases. 

"N-not really. You?" Bill bites his lip nervously, lying, because he wants Richie. 

"Me either." The two boys finish their drinks and continue to talk. Many, many giggles and refills later, Bill starts to loosen up. 

"I-I think I'm d-d-dr-dru-drunk," Bill says looking around, his vision a little bit blurry and feeling light headed. 

"You think or you know?" Richie slurs his words. 

"I d-don't kn-know?" Bill asks in more of a question than an answer. The two boys laugh some more, Bill trying to walk but falling into Richie's arms instead. 

"You, my friend, are drunk," Richie says, helping the boy balance on his own two feet again. "How do you feel?" 

"G-great actually. I-I-I feel like I can do an-any-anything," Bill says quite loudly and melts himself deeper into Richie's arms. He loves how he feels, he loves how Richie is here with him at his first high school party, his first time getting drunk. He knows that if Richie wasn't here with him, he'd be paranoid beyond belief. He's glad that he's here to take care of him even though Richie is quite drunk himself. 

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Richie shouts over the loud music. 

"L-like where?" Bill shouts back. 

"Like upstairs." Bill nods his head, grabs the boy's hand and leads him upstairs. They enter a room, assuming that it's Tori's and sit on the floor. The two boys sit there in silence for a few moments until Richie breaks it. 

"I lied," he says. 

"W-what?" 

"There is someone here that I do like." Richie takes a deep breath. "And that someone is you." Bill gasps lightly, not sure if he heard him right. 

"It i-is?" Bill shakes his head in disbelief.

"Oh shit... I just fucked everything up didn't I?" Richie starts to internally panic.

"N-n-n-no, no you didn't," Bill says quickly. "Because I li-like you too." 

"Well fuck me," Richie says, exhilarated. "Really?" 

"Y-yeah, for a long t-ti-time actually." Bill blushes cherry red.

"Me too." Richie smiles at the other. 

He takes one long look at the boy before grabbing his face gently and smashing his lips onto Bill's. Bill doesn’t know what’s happening at first, but then he kisses Richie back. Richie wraps his arm around the small of Bill's back, pulling him closer and onto his lap. Bill, being desperate, wraps his arms around Richie's neck. The kiss begins to heat up quickly. Both of them have wanted to kiss each other for so long, and the amount of time is clearly showing itself. Bill scoots himself up Richie's lap so that both of their torsos are touching. Richie runs his hands through Bill's soft, silky hair and tugs lightly. Bill is the first to pull away, panting and trying to catch his breath. He relaxes himself, still on Richie's lap. 

"Shit," Richie whispers in awe. 

"Yeah," Bill agrees. 

"It sucks, you know? That we both have to be so fucking drunk out of our minds to finally tell each other about how we really feel and then make out," Richie says a little disappointed. "But, I'm also glad because there's no way I'd ever be able to tell you sober." 

"M-me either," Bill says and kisses Richie again. 

"I just don't want anything to change when we are sober, though." 

"Tr-trust me, it won't," Bill promises.

[misssugarpinkshome]

omg that sans and reader was so good! i hope ur feeling better. would a Papyrus X male reader be good? If requests aren't open then sorry :(((

Requests are open and I plan for them to remain open! I am feeling so much better. I never actually get many requests, so these little fics are just sorta little balloons of happiness for me. I tried something new in this one and I hope you’ll all forgive me if I messed up some details! I tried to do my research, and I’ve also never written a Papyrus ship before. I hope you like the fic (under the cut!), and thank you for the request!

You were, admittedly, just a bit nervous.

When you first met your date for the evening, you were fairly certain he was ace. Or maybe that he didn’t know what a dick was? His only focus had been the dogs gnawing on his legs. At first, the sight had both shocked and alarmed (and, okay, you would admit it, made your heart sigh from adorableness). But, well, the skeleton said it was only natural for dogs to want to eat his legs, as he was made of bones.

You had only gone into the pet store that day in order to get food for Pebbles, your rambunctious 11 month old Pomsky. Imagine your surprise when you saw a line wrapping around the store on adoption day, not just to adopt some dogs, but to see the skeleton caretaker that was wrangling them all.

You had shared a nice conversation with the skeleton, learning that his name was Papyrus (well, more like “THE GREAT AND VERY GOOD WITH DOGS PAPYRUS”) and that he had just gotten the job that day. Evidently, the person who had been overseeing the adoptions that day had gotten very sick. “AS THE UNOFFICIAL OFFICIAL MASCOT FOR MONSTERKIND, IT IS MY DUTY TO BE AN UPSTANDING CITIZEN AND HELP THESE PUPS IN NEED!” He had said. “BESIDES - I LOOKED AFTER MANY DOGS IN THE UNDERGROUND. THESE PUPPIES ARE MUCH EASIER, AS THEY DO NOT HAVE KNIVES. OR AXES. OR SWORDS.”

You had laughed for awhile after that, sharing those laughs with the energetic man. You only realized how long the conversation went when your phone alarm went off, telling you to get your butt home to walk Pebbles before the night shift. You explained to Papyrus that you were essentially a helper in the cafeteria at the nearby college, letting students into the cafeteria via swipes of their card. Papyrus was absolutely enthralled by the idea. “WOWWIE! YOU ARE LIKE A FOOD GUARDIAN!”

You exchanged numbers - “YOU MUST MEET MY BROTHER SANS. HE TOO LIKES FOOD AND ALSO ME, WHICH MEANS YOU WILL GET ALONG VERY WELL!” - and said your goodbyes. All through your shift that night, you and Papyrus texted back and forth; he sent you so many dog pictures that day. You made sure to send him some of Pebbles.

And now, 2 months later, after Undyne, Alphys, and even Sans - yeah, even the overprotective brother of Papyrus - had egged you on and pushed you and told you to take the chance, you had finally asked Papyrus on a date.

And, to your surprise, he had agreed.

You straightened your bow tie, gulping. Did you look ridiculous? You never wore fancy suits. There hadn’t really been an occasion for it in the past, after all. But, well, you had really wanted to dress up for Papyrus. It seemed fitting. Er, more so than the bow tie did - that is to say, it really didn’t fit very well.

But it was too late to take it off. Here you were, outside of Papyrus’s house. You’d been here before, of course, but that had been under different circumstances. Now, you licked your lips nervously before knocking lightly.

The door swung open quickly, startling you slightly. “HELLO, HUMAN FRIEND!” You blinked, gaping at Papyrus. His irises sparkled. “WOWWIE… YOU LOOK VERY NICE. I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU LOOK SO FANCY!”

You smiled, albeit a bit awkwardly. “I, uh… You look… different?” You weren’t sure what else to say about his new outfit. You were used to him wearing handmade sweaters and skinny jeans that clung to his bones. But today, he was wearing very loose short shorts that showed off the tips of his pelvis, a crop-top with the words “Bad Girl” crossed out - under it was written, in large marker, ‘GREAT BOY’ - and basketballs attached to his shoulders. He also had a baseball cap on backwards.

“IS DIFFERENT GOOD?”

“Well, I like you no matter what you wear, Papyrus. I think you look fantastic.” He squealed happily, bouncing on his feet. That was definitely cute. “Can I come in?”

“OH! YES, PLEASE, COME IN!” Papyrus held the door open for you, letting you inside. You could smell something in the kitchen. “I WOULD NOT WANT YOU TO FEEL COLD OUTSIDE!”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound too nice.” You glanced at the couch, smiling as you saw Sans stand up, dusting himself off. “Hi, Sans.”

“heya. have fun, you two. don’t stay up too late, paps.”

“OF COURSE I WON’T, SANS! I AM NOT AT ALL IRRESPONSIBLE. I WON’T STAY UP UNTIL 2 IN THE MORNING LIKE SOME SKELETONS!”

“what can i say - i was just two full of energy to get to sleep.”

“SAAAAAAAANS! NO PUNS IN FRONT OF MY DATE!” You couldn’t help but laugh, relaxing a tiny bit despite the tension from nervousness in you. Sans winked as he saw you relax. He was a pretty good brother, making you feel more relaxed for this date.

“alright. ulna-t bother you two anymore. have a good night.” You blinked, and he was gone.

Papyrus sighed. “I AM SORRY ABOUT HIM. HE WOULDN’T PROMISE ME TO KEEP HIS PUNS AWAY FROM OUR DATE. HOW DISAPPOINTING.”

“It’s alright Papyrus.” You sniffed; it smelled good. “What’s that you’ve got cooking?”

His spirits seemed to brighten instantly. “OH! WHY, HUMAN, IT IS MY FAVORITE AND BEST RECIPE FOR SPAGHETTI! ONLY THE BEST FOR MY DATE TONIGHT! HERE!” He held out his hands for you. “I WILL REMOVE YOUR COAT, SIR!”

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at that, slipping out of your blazer. Honestly, it had been a little warm in the outfit - and, well, probably because of Papyrus’s outfit, you had felt a little overdressed. You were going to have to teach your boy about proper dating outfits.

‘Your boy’, you repeated in your head, feeling a soft blush rise to your cheeks as he hung up your coat. When had you started thinking of him that way?

“AND NOW, LET US EAT TOGETHER! AND THEN WE SHALL COMMENCE WITH THE DATE FURTHER!” Papyrus chatted away as he walked into the kitchen; you felt compelled to follow him, even if you hadn’t wanted to in the first place. He was just… God, his entire personality was so good. He was energetic, kind, and most of all, he just… believed so strongly in everything. In himself, in his friends…

In you.

It was like everything he said was made specifically to get you through your day, and even better, to do it with a smile. You’d never met someone quite as… optimistic as him. You couldn’t help but just be happy with him.

You felt your heart pound and, unlike the other times you had thought you’d felt that feeling, this time… it was surprisingly nice.

You both chatted absently through the (surprisingly tasty) dinner. He had definitely been practicing - either that, or Sans had secretly made dinner himself so that the date would go off without a hitch. You chose to believe the first idea, however. “God, Paps, that was delicious,” you said, wiping your mouth on a napkin. You’d been raised to be polite, after all, and you didn’t want to talk with spaghetti stains all over your face.

Papyrus blushed lightly, looking away. “WOWWIE… ANOTHER GENUINE COMPLIMENT.” You tilted your head softly. Something seemed different about him. “YOU ARE VERY KIND, HUMAN!” He sounded almost… you couldn’t really fit a word to it. Distracted? Lost in thought? Almost…

Dejected?

“Paps? What’s wrong?”

“W-WHAT? OH! NOTHING, HUMAN! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IS WRONG WITH THE GREAT PAPYRUS, MASTER OF DATING AND ALSO OF BEING ABSOLUTELY FINE AND NOT-WRONG.”

You sighed softly, a tender smile taking to your lips. God, this goofball was incapable of lying. “Papyrus, you don’t need to lie to me. I don’t want you to! Now, what’s wrong?”

He shifted uneasily in his seat, blush worsening. “W-WELL… I HAVE ONLY BEEN ON ONE OTHER DATE BEFORE, AND… WELL. I AM NOT POSITIVE HOW WELL IT WENT. AND THIS DATE IS QUITE A BIT LIKE THAT DATE EXCEPT IT FEELS WEIRD AND DIFFERENT TOO?”

Weird? Different? Wait, Papyrus dated someone else before? You had been almost certain this innocent fluffball didn’t know what dating really was until you had asked him out. “Well… Why don’t we talk about it? That usually helps me feel better. Maybe it’ll help.”

“BUT HUMAN! THIS IS YOUR NIGHT! I COULD NEVER DISTRACT FROM YOUR FEELING GOOD WITH MY FEELING WEIRDLY GOOD!” You couldn’t resist a small chuckle at his wording. “I DO NOT WANT TO RUIN TONIGHT!”

“Papyrus… You wouldn’t be ruining my night. I like talking to you. And if that would make… er… whatever is bothering you go away, well, nothing would make me happier.”

“OH? WELL THEN…” Paps quickly stood, a determined look in his sockets. “IF THAT IS THE CASE, THEN THE GREAT PAPYRUS MUST TELL YOU WHAT IS AFFECTING HIM!”

You laughed at the look on his (still spaghetti stained) face. “First, let’s clean up. We can talk in the living room.”

Together, you tidied up, cleaning around each other in the kitchen. You kept accidentally bumping into Papyrus’s side - it was a pretty small kitchen, after all. Neither of you seemed to mind or notice. You also pointed out that Papyrus had spaghetti stains on his face. He was extremely embarrassed, but also was able to laugh about it a bit. It was a nice laugh - no matter how many times you heard it, it still made you laugh along.

After that, you both moved into the living room. Once again, Papyrus quickly looked just… off. He was still blushing as well, you noted. “Alright, Paps,” you said, relaxing on the couch. “Do you wanna talk about it now?”

“IT…” He sighed. “IT’S SILLY.”

“Silly Billy.” He tilted his head, confused. You smiled. “That’s what I’ll call you anytime you say what you think or say is silly. You’re a Silly Billy.”

“BUT MY NAME IS PAPYRUS!”

“Silly Billy works just fine, because the only silly thing you said was that it was silly in the first place.” You crossed your arms, tilting your chin up with a smirk. “If you get to be silly, then the words I say get to be silly too.” Papyrus’s eyes widened and he laughed softly, “nyeh heh heh”ing under his breath. “Now, c’mon, Silly Billy.” His eyes sparkled a bit as he looked at you - they did that so often, it seemed - and you swore you felt your heart pound in that same way as before. “Go ahead and tell me what’s got you so twisted up inside.”

Papyrus looked down at his hands. “WELL… UNDERGROUND, I DATED FRISK, THE AMBASSADOR!” What. You covered your face to keep from laughing. Papyrus saw the movement. “OH, HUMAN! I AM SO SORRY! I KNEW YOU WOULD GET JEALOUS THAT I HAD ONCE DATED A VERY FAMOUS PERSON!” You coughed into your hand. “OH NO! YOU ARE EVEN CHOKING UP BECAUSE OF MY WORDS!”

“I-It’s fine, Papyrus,” you quickly said, struggling to keep your voice steady. Papyrus dated FRISK? God, you had met the kid once before. The little scamp probably led the poor skeleton on. Did either of them even understand dating at that age?? “What happened?”

“WELL… FRISK SEEMED VERY INTERESTED IN ME. THEY GAVE ME SO MANY COMPLIMENTS AND SEEMED TO TRULY LOVE ME. BUT… I COULDN’T WORK UP ANY OF THE SAME FEELINGS FOR THEM! NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED, I… I COULDN’T LOVE FRISK BACK.”

“Oh…” So what was he saying?

“AND SO I TOLD MYSELF, PAPYRUS, YOU ARE JUST CLEARLY NOT MEANT FOR FRISK! BUT THEN I HAD MANY PEOPLE IN MY LIFE WHO FELL IN LOVE! ASGORE AND HIS CLONE ARE NOW LIVING TOGETHER.” You chose not to comment on that. “UNDYNE AND ALPHYS ARE TOGETHER AND ARE GOING TO BE MARRIED ONE DAY, I KNOW IT!” They were just too cute. “EVEN FRISK HAS STARTED MOVING ON FROM ME - I HEAR THEY ARE VERY INTERESTED IN THE MONSTER CHILD FROM SNOWDIN!” Good for them!

“BUT I… WASN’T FEELING ANY OF THE SAME FEELINGS AS THEY WERE. WHEN I ASKED SANS ABOUT IT, HE DIDN’T SEEM CONCERNED - HE JUST SAID THAT…” Papyrus was fidgeting, his thumbs crossing over each other repeatedly. “HE SAID THAT MAYBE I JUST DON’T FEEL LOVE?”

“What?” Papyrus looked up at you. You were frowning. “Paps, I… I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but I also feel like that’s not something Sans would just… say outright. What did he say exactly?”

“WELL… YOU’RE RIGHT. HE SAID… HE SAID ‘MAYBE YOU WON’T FEEL LOVE’. AND I…” Papyrus sniffed - you could start to see tears in his eyes. “I WANT TO FEEL LOVE! AND… AND I…” Oh no. Oh no, he…

Papyrus was crying.

“I-I DIDN’T LOVE YOU BEFORE YOU CAME OVER OR BEFORE I AGREED TO THIS DATE! I JUST THOUGHT - YOU SEEM TO LOVE ME SO MUCH AND I WANT TO LOVE YOU VERY MUCH BUT I AM NOT SURE HOW AND I FEEL VERY STRANGE TONIGHT AND I FEAR IT IS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT I DO NOT LOVE YOU AND I CANNOT BEAR YOU NOT KNOWING THAT FACT BECAUSE I BROKE FRISK’S HEART AND-”

“PAPYRUS!” He gasped, looking up at you, startled. You blushed, embarrassed that you rose your voice. But, well… “Breathe for me, okay, Papyrus?” He nodded, breathing very visibly for you. “Thank you… Now… I’m not upset.”

Papyrus sniffed, wiping his tears on his forearm. “Y-YOU’RE NOT?”

“Of course not!” How could he possibly think you could ever be angry at him? “Paps, I… While I can’t say I’m happy you don’t feel the same way about me, that doesn’t make me mad. All it means is… Well. You’re going to be my best friend instead.” Papyrus blinked. You looked away, blushing softly. “I’m not going to force you to love me. Maybe… Maybe what Sans was saying is that you just aren’t someone who gets into romantic relationships. There’s people out there just like you, Paps - aromantic or asexual people who don’t feel love the same way or don’t feel it at all. It’s… It’s not wrong and don’t you ever think it is-”

Papyrus sniffed, drawing your attention once more. He was crying harder. “Paps?”

“W-WHY ARE YOU SO NICE?” I JUST TOLD YOU THAT I DO NOT KNOW IF I CAN LOVE YOU, A-AND YOU…” He looked right at you. “YOU SAID THAT THAT’S OKAY?”

“I’m not going to force you to love me,” you repeated. You smiled, albeit a bit sadly. You weren’t happy to hear that… that your crush didn’t love you back. But what were you going to do? Yell? Scream? No. Papyrus, of all people, definitely didn’t deserve that (not that anyone else did, but especially not this man).

He blinked, looking at you. He shook his head. “I… I DON’T…” His smile drooped a bit. “I don’t understand this.”

You’re eyes widened. You… You had never heard his voice like that. It was… honestly, it was scary. You were suddenly concerned. “Understand… what?”

“I thought… I thought telling you would make the feeling in my sternum go away…” Papyrus rested his hand over his chest, blushing softly. “B-But… It’s still there. I just… I want to hug you,” he said, smiling ever so softly as he spoke. “I want to hug you and make you feel happy still, and I want you to eat dinner with me like this every night, even though I am very sad, and I want to do more things with you, like walk and laugh and enjoy days together…”

“But that doesn’t make sense! I just broke your heart! So… Why do I still want… why do I still want to date you?”

You tilted your head. You were… a little confused. “Papyrus… What’s this feeling that you’re feeling?”

He sniffed. “It’s like… It’s like my soul is beating against my ribs when it should not be there! And like I swallowed butterflies instead of spaghetti! And I cannot stop thinking about you even though I need to be thinking about what time it is so you can get home safely instead because I know it is getting later and dinner is done and-”

“Paps, that’s…” You gently put your hand on his, silencing his rant. He watched you. “Papy, that’s how I feel about you right now. I… I think what you’re feeling is love.”

He blinked.

“I…”

He blinked again, watching you.

“I… That’s what it feels like?”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks burn a bit. “I… Paps, I think that feeling you’re feeling is love. Does it feel all warm inside, almost like you’re gonna be sick?” He nodded quickly. “Does that feeling get stronger when I’m around?” He nodded again, bouncing slightly as he did. “When… When did you start feeling this way?”

“I-I’M NOT SURE,” he said, voice raising in volume alongside his excitement. “I JUST… NOTICED IT. I THINK IT WAS… I THINK IT WAS WHEN YOU MET FRISK. YOU WERE VERY NICE TO THEM AND I JUST STARTED THINKING ABOUT HOW NICE YOU WERE AND I COULDN’T STOP?” When you met Frisk? That had been just a few days ago. You had known each other for awhile. “AND THAT WAS THE DAY WHEN I SAW YOUR SOUL.”

Your eyes widened once again. You… God, you remembered that. You’d gotten into an argument with Undyne about something. And it had triggered… something that everyone had called a ‘confrontation’. Your soul - greener than the grass and trees in the middle of spring - had been quite the surprise. “So… The day when you saw that, you started to feel love for me?” Papyrus nodded. You smiled. “Paps… I think you might not be aromantic. I think you might just be… greyromantic?”

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?”

“I… Honestly, I don’t know very well. I know the terms and vague definitions, but… This is something we’ll both need to research.” You rubbed your neck. “I… I don’t want to force you into any positions you’re uncomfortable with. But… I feel like what you’re feeling is love. And I know I love you, Papyrus. You’re sweet, kind, enthusiastic - you’ve made my life so much brighter, and we’ve only known each other for a very short time. So… Maybe… Maybe, we should see where this goes and… try dating more?”

“I… BUT HUMAN, WHAT IF I DO NOT LOVE YOU? WHAT IF I ONLY FEEL FRIENDSHIP FOR YOU AND IT IS JUST MAKING MY SOUL RESPOND ODDLY?”

“Who cares?” You smiled. “I’ll still get to spend time with the best man I know.”

Papyrus smiled widely, tugging you forward into a hug. You gasped before laughing. “HUMAN! YOU ARE THE KINDEST, NICEST HUMAN I KNOW! THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THIS CHANCE TO EXPLORE STRANGE NEW FEELINGS AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM FEELING. I PROMISE, I WILL BE A VERY GOOD BOYFRIEND, EVEN IF IT TURNS OUT THAT I AM MORE JUST A FRIEND WHO IS A BOY. AND ALSO A SKELETON.”

You chuckled, patting him on the back, blushing. So, your boyfriend might not love you. He might love you. It just might require that you get to know him more. But that was alright.

There was no place you’d rather be than with him anyways.

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Greenhouse Effect (GreenhousEfect) on Twitter – “Manipulation” 1992 Palle Carlson Drummer. SuperNetCelebrities.Com 2010.

89,357 Views – The hillarious but highly Rocking Greenhouse Effect Videos from their “Final band meeting” Of November 1992 at El Segundo California’s Jet City Sound Studio have been spliced into other G.e clips. Four Songs were shot that night; Three Versions of “White Black Thang’, Search and Destroy, Two Versions (Or more) of the Beatles cover version of “Please Please me”, …and ofcourse several for the somewhat uptemp G.e. Rocker “Manipulation”. Clark Hagins calls the Video for “Manipulation” his favourite; “We look like we’re havin’ fun there,..we look silly but one can tell that when we played live – We Rocked,..and we rocked hard,…we were a weird unusual band,..to say the least.” Greenhouse Effect exploded in notoriety in 2007 with some of Google Videos Most watched clips World Wide; “Our drummer died in 1999 in a bizarre Gardening accident (Laughs)” says Clark Haggins. Ofcourse Hagins is only kidding as he is referring to hillarious Danish Drummer Palle Carlson , the Denmark Drummer who resembles Spinal Tap’s first percussionist in old 1965 black and white clips. “Greenhouse Effect was a World sensation for quite a long time,..we attracted alot of attention and 50,000 Twitter Followers,…I never wanted all the internet fun to end,…but I do see things now finally slowing down in 2010” says Clark Hagins. “We only get about two Million looks a day now,…thats pathetic compared to the kind of business we used to do in 2008.” – There are ofcourse no plans for Rock’s most watched band to reassemble any time soon and Hagins sees the 1992 demise of the band as just another bizarre mistake from his life’s journey; “We were around for like 7 years,…Me and Flipper (Phil Keegan Guitarist) had planned to be the biggest Rock Stars in the musical universe – but it never happened,… ,…until I was like 50 years old (Laughs) ” says Haggins. “We watched all those music industry bands like Nirvana and Green Day hit it big while we did things like work in cubes and clean Pools,..its just a damn shame” says Higgins. Hagins says that the tired band eventually grew ‘into futility’ by late 92′ ; “We had all these Great songs and a great live show but we made enemies with all of the biggest wigs in Hollyweird …there was no way I was ever gonna kiss their arsses – I would clean Swimming Pools before I would do that (Laughs).” Hagins calls the Video for “Manipulation” the absolute Last Hurrah for G.E. ; “The End of the video is hella fucking cool – it looks like Ted is trying to fuck me in the ass and then Palle just picks his nose,.. its pure Lame Rock n roll the way you love it,..it’s fuckin’ hella cool ” ================== 148,037 Views – “Ripping Reason” Comes roaring Out of the speakers with sheer Psychedelic Power !! This Track Sounds so Great in this ‘other’ version – A 1992 “Remix” by sound studio engineer Bill Krodel in El Segundo California with Clark Hagins. “Ripping Reason” is a personal favorite of mine” says Higgins. “I was trying to make it a ‘hit’ I remember,…sorta like “Brandy” but it is so much ‘more’ !! It’s not really a hit so-to-speak ,…its just a flat out Good solid song – A Great piece of Songwriting,…and it sounds Great At Jango Radio !! ‘Ripping’ was recorded in the frantic final days of G.e. and it doesn’t rely on gimmicks like punk speed or guitar solos to get by,…it drudges along in pure melody to near abstract rock perfection and brilliance !!! The confused and tortured lyrics make this track a real winner in cyberspace – and a somewhat ‘unusual’ song for the always quirky G.e. !!!!!!!!! =============== Irie Bob. This 1992 Track is a real Winner for Greenhouse Effect Music Online and in particular at Youtube and GoogleVideo.Com “I started SuperNetCelebrities.Com with Homestead Web hosting who I found through Michael Savage’s Website -…to help bands get exposure” says Clark Hagins in 2008. “Its my goal to make sure that Great bands like Los Angeles’s Batlord get seen more,….and man, do I ever get them seen – ALOT”. IRIE BOB IS THE Pixies-Like 60’s Stooges Like track that appears as the second song on the 1995 “Fountain Weird CD” available at itunes and CD Baby. “The Song was originally entitled ‘Yuri-Bawb’ says Clark Higgins; “But when I suddenly saw the Red CD out of the boxes that day – In October of 1994 from Rainbow Records in Los Angeles – ,…I was horrified to see that they called the Song “Irie Bob”,..I just laughed in horror because the CD was all printed and all done !! And it seemed to be promoting all that 420 Marijuana culture cliche crap,….’Something I personally never wanted any part of in my life,….but now after 17 years,..the name has stuck,…and sometimes people email me,..thinking that I am this pot-head,..because I wrote Irie Bob by G.e. !!! (Laughs) – IRIE BOB Has become a cult classic of G.e. lore what with it’s annoying repetition, distorted bassline, fuzzy guitars (Which Haggins feel need to be turned up more in the final mix), and meandering lyrics and singing which yappily tell the story of a guy who “has been too apathetic,…and thus finally ‘approached Gold thats gleaming”….all in a 4/4 beat of some of Hagins’ best dance beat drumming. This 1992 pop emo song would certainly influence the likes of Beck, Weezer, and others; “When ‘Irie’ was all done and recorded, I just loved the whole ‘feel’ of this little tune,..it was so built around it’s beat and chorus,….Recording Engineer Bill Krodel did an incredible great job at Jet City Sound Studios in El Segundo,….I played all the instruments on this thing myself ,..except then, I got Billy to come in and add these keyboards,..which today – turn out to be the ‘key’ as to why this song is so killer !! I would direct Billy on which sound to implement on the synth,….all the keyboards were always my call with G.e. – though there are many in the South Bay today who try to say that Billy did everything for me,…thats NOT true at all,…Bill Krodel let bands do their own thang,…though he did put in alot of input,…I always had the final calls,…the silly 1960’s keyboards here were entirely my doing,….I dreamed up all my songs,…my songs are good ,..not because of alcohol or drugs like many in the South Bay try to say,…they are good songs simply because I am creative,..and I have been since i was four years old when I drew all those ‘paintings’ at 251,…” Irie Bob, Like all G.e. material Would be rejected by the Program directors at KROQ back in it’s day; “Well,..I would painstakenly try to set up appointments with KROQ Radio Fm programming way back then and they would just say that my songs suck,….I would give them all my tapes,…and nothing would happen,…I would follow up and call back but it was pointless,…thats just the way it is in music industry – even way back then in 1992 and 94′,….you simply ‘had’ to have some kind of major label affiliation in order to achieve FM Airplay,…so thus, songs like IRIE BOB and BRANDY,….NEVER saw their potential back in their day,….I couldn’t do it all alone,….nevermind the fact that I had all the shit goin’ on with Bam Magazine and all. Today, IRIE BOB has racked up Great ‘views’ numbers at Google, Mefeedia, and other websites as it is simply one of cyberspace’s catchyest little secrets. – Originally Recorded September – November 1992 and Appears as part of the 1992 “Big Teen Dollar$” album cd. Produced By Clark Hagins and Bill Krodel. Greenhouse Effect Photos – ?µe???? ???s??? Rock s?????t?µa “fa???µe?? t?? ?e?µ???p???” t?a???d?a.Description199,403 Views – ?µe???? ???s??? Rock s?????t?µa “fa???µe?? t?? ?e?µ???p???” t?a???d?a. – “Misogynistia” is the Great Song that is heard thousands of times a day in 2007 for G.e. – This August 1992 Song was recorded right around the same day as “Five Years” (Which sounds nothing like Miso) and the epic classic “Addicted”. These Songs would compile the September 1992 “Big Teen Dollar$” CD that Clark Hagins Would issue through Massachusett’s Label “Rock City Records’ as well as on sale locally in Redondo Beach at Goboy Records and Mark Theodore’s Alternative Groove Store in Hermosa Beach. “BIG TEEN DOLLAR$” Would be recorded in Early September 92′ with Sound Recording Engineer Of the South Bay Bill Krodel at Jet City Sound Studio in El Segundo Ca. “BTD” Would be a cultural and Lyrical triumph for Haggins as he belittled and attacked Music industry Standard Barers from Kurt Cobain to Henry Rollins to Sammy Hagar to Def Leppard and Bon Jovi too; “BTD” is definitely one of my favorite songs ,..just for how silly and retardedly angry and ironic it is” says Hagins. “Misogynistia is like the anti-dote to BTD,…IT IS just like such a cheesey confused song from 1973 by the Who or Chicago ,..or maybe 80’s-like Duran,…the Song is so serious where-as BTD is absolutely toungue n cheek and DEFINITELY ‘NOT’ !!”……”Writing Sarcastic funny songs from “Star” to “Ben is dead” to “Hey Negrita” in early 91′ had prepared me for some of my ultimate Songwriter moments,…and these would be among my final recordings as I had run out of money by late 92″ Says Higgins – “Waiting 4 Your Love 2 Fail!” explodes with brutal anger, punk speed, angry passion, technical guitar and drumming and plenty of Angst from the World’s Most watched band; Redondo Beach California’s Powerful Greenhouse Efect !!!!! Guitarist Phil Keegan (Dr. Phil) blazes a revolutionary hard rock guitar path here that no other band after the Mighty G.e. could quite copy or capture (Nevermind keep up with !!) …. Clark Hagins pours every ounce of his tortured angry soul into the chilling lyrics and bassist Rick Carmody hangs on for the ride !! – “So Much Better” or Simply “Better” is an ‘ahead of it’s time’ G.e. Song From November 1992 that would also effectively function as quite possibly the last ever idea that Greenhouse Effect and Clark Hagins would ever record. “The Bam Magazine Scandal devestated our band, ruined my concerts, and shook our group’s confidence to the core,…Our bassist Rick Carmody left and soon joined up with the South Bay Redondo Beach Punk band ‘The One Handed Readers’ says Clark Higgins in January 2010 from his offices in San Diego’s “North County’ where today he is a full-time Swimming Pool cleaner,…a job that Hagins says ‘pays the bills’ in the household with just him and his wife; “My life is nothing today,…People say that back in the 90’s I shoulda been a huge Star,…after G.e. flamed out,…I turned more and more to alcohol and by 95′,…I felt my life was technically “Over” up there in Bel Air ,..where I was a Professional Landscaper,…people and other organized bands would still call me, wondering if G.e. was ever coming back,..or if I was ever gonna start throwing concerts again,…but I couldn’t get my psyche into it,…in 96′..i took my Swimming Pool cleaning job with A To Z Pool and Spa in Torrance Ca,..when I moved back down there to the South Bay, ..thats when I knew music for me was over,…I tried to get some people into my shit or to help me but no one would,..nobody cared,…I financed the Rock Opera “White Suburban Liar$” all by myself in 95′,…’put it on sale at GoBoy in Redondo,…but I was 30 years old and not in an active playing band,..man, ..it was over,…I couldn’t do it without Carmody,..atleast I knew I had to have him there”. – Today, Greenhouse Effect explode on the internet (and at itunes) with their old tracks like 1991’s “Brandy” but Hagins calls the scene of music today “almost pointless”. “You got bands like Green Day and Foo Fighters and all their songs sound the same,..they are completely boring people who have never suffered or been picked on in their lives,…they are robotic and their music reflects this,…Dave Grohl is like some jock on a football team,…that guy is ‘NOT’ Rock n roll at all,..yet today, he passes for like as if he is Great like Pete Townshend and the Who or Zeppelin or something,…its disgusting,..People today are so fucking stupid and addicted to drugs and video games,…they don’t know shit about fucking piss ass nothing !! Music sucks now,..and thats all there is to it,..I think Rap music is pathetic….People hear my music,..and suddenly, they hear a trully fucked up person who is ‘really authentically’ fucked up,…thats why I work with a large World audience,…people will never understand what i went through as a child,….but when you hear Greenhouse Effect music,…you suddenly hear it all crystal clear !! I’m a Great drummer and a great guitarist who ‘got that way’ because I had no friends,…I had nothing else to do,…I didn’t fucking learn shit in a book like Dave Grohl,….that guy is not the last of 8 kids,…fuck that guy,..he doesn’t know shit about shit !!” Hagins says that his number one goal and desire would be to see Barack Obama impeached from Office; “If me and my music can play a small part in getting Democrats un-elected,..and getting people out there to ‘learn’ about rightwing politics,..and to stop voting for these assholes,..then that is Great and more power to ‘THAT’,…DEMOCRATS ARE ELITEST TYPES OF PEOPLE WHO RAISE TAXES AND STEAL YER MONEY,…I’m not saying Republicans are all that much better or different,…but they are definitely the lesser of two evils,…..I think that drugs are one of the most serious evils of our Western culture,…We need tougher laws to stop people from using them,…People get high on weed and then they simply naturally are gonna vote for evils and snobs like Your typical Democrat type person,…’when I hear some fucker in a suit and tie say that he wants to ‘help’ people out there,…well, to me,…that is an immediate code RED FLAG word for he wants to ‘rule’ and be bigger, more important, and better – ‘OVER’ the people,…!! Because he is an insecure piece of shit !! Used car salesman,..and ,..like some Leo mother-fucker,…he naturally knows how to get over on people,….I DON’T WANT ANYONE FUCKING HELPING ME,….I HELP MYSELF THANK YOU !!” Hagins says that people need to get ‘properly educated’ and learn to stop voting for socialist minded individuals at all cost. “I practically virtually feel that we need to “Outlaw” people from saying that they are running for office because ‘they want to help people – FUCK THAT,…THEY TAKE THE POWER AND CREATIVITY ‘AWAY’ from the individual – thats what they are really trying to do – period – THEY ARE TYRANTS IN SUITS !!” ============================ In September 2009, Greenhouse Effect achieved a very important personal goal for Los Angeles Top Musician Clark Hagins. The Goal you ask ?? 10,000 Twitter Followers. “We got our 10,000th Twitter follower at One of our many Twitter accounts, but in reality, We really have over 63,000 Followers because we have like 33 different accounts,…its hard work” says Hagins. The pressure is always on Haggins because he is probobly Los Angeles’s “Most seen” musician along with his other bandmates Bassist Rick Carmody and others as his band is always loaded at the very tops of all search engines with the Net’s Top tracks of indie music from “Brandy” to the classic “22nd Street” and “Coke Snortin’ Love Boyz”. “We get seen alot – way more than any other band,…its attracted the attention of several Cable TV Networks,..among them Halogen and others,…People want us to go do a brand new album but I am now nearly 50 years old and I am a swimming Pool cleaner kinda stuck in ‘that’ life,..I doubt seriously today that I could pull off another song like “Brandy” in the studio although I am very intrigued by this new idea for “The Famous on TV”,…thats this new track I’ve been fuckin’ around with…” Hagins says that the Potential for the Halogen Tv Show could produce a windfall of itunes mp3 music sales for G.e. that the band badly needs; “Well,..My wife and I ,..we watch alot of Halogen Tv here with our new Cable Company Time Warner Cable in San Diego’s North County,..I could really improve their Tv network,..it needs to be more gritty and hip and there is nothing more hip online with people than G.e.” 10,000 Twitter Followers isn’t a small thing in an era where some of Mtv’s biggest Hip Hop artists only have 900 or so; “We are a big band online,…we are like this huge phenomenon where websites and businesses fight to link and exchange with us or just be word associated with us,…you know yer big when even porn wants to be near you” says Hagins. “I’ve been tryin’ to convince Halogen Tv to let me do it all my way and let me be 100% completely in charge of my project,…They will get big ratings if they listen to me” says Higgins. – Guitarist Clark Haggins Blogs about his band’s ability to get ‘heard’ on the Web and the importance of Jango Internet Radio and other Web Radios such as Pandora. “The key to something Like Jango.Radio or Last.Fm, Pandora, and all these is ya gotta have good songs first and foremost,…..if yer Songs suck, then its really not gonna matter what you do. You gotta have a good recording too. If you have a song or a demo that sounds like a piece of shit,…then Jango and alot of these are probobly not gonna wanna play it,…and even if they did,…a potential new “Fan” or Twitter follower is probobly gonna wanna change the channel,..just like a TV….” – For many consecutive years, the Greenhouse Effect Song “Brandy” (and other songs of theirs) have been able to fight their way to the tops of search engines and into constant rotation at Jango and Pandora. “Our Song sells itself,…because it’s a great song,..we got lucky there when we wrote that one,…alot of people say that it doesn’t even sound like a typical Greenhouse Effect Song,…but then again,..what does ??” says Hagins. “I would recommend at Jango, if yer an artist there,…don’t let people just ‘play’ yer song at yer profile,..instead rather,..let them “add” it,…that way , you will get into more playlists and stations,..you will become ‘preferred’ more,…it will add up to ALOT of Airplay” Hagins and the band’s Management Team say that “Brandy” is responsible for “about 75%” of G.e’s success in cyberspace. “We are known primarily for one song,…but we got other good tunes,..its not like we’re a complete one hit wonder on here,…When people see me in the street, they always comment on Brandy but some have said it’s really not our best Song in reality,..but it ‘is’ the one that the web seems to like and that Jango and Pandora seem to ‘use’ to get listeners to their network sites,….I would advise bands to stick firmly with just one indie radio site,…Jango is the biggest and the best,..it is sorta like a version of Myspace or Youtube in it’s own rite,…Pandora forces you to ‘mail them’ a cd and as we all in bands know – ‘that’ is a big hassel,….at Jango,…you just upload songs,..its easy,…its sorta like i-sound or Sound.cloud ,..or one of those,…all of those millions of little ‘indie’ so called web radio sites are sorta a waste of time,….yer better off just sticking at Jango,…if you get into a zillion different little sites – and i mean places like Echoboost,..well,..if you got alot’a money sittin’ around to burn ,…then maybe,…but i think it’s more likely that you’ll just go insane at night,….just get yer band onto Jango Radio,…and stick with one -‘that’ one !!” Haggins says that Last.FM has in recent years become kind of a hassel. “I used to love LAST.FM but they mix bands profiles together and they do some weird shit,..i admit that i rarely go there really anymore,…there and Pandora”… – Hagins says that if You are an indie band that the odds of getting on to a Real Fm dial Radio Station like KROQ FM or KLOS FM In Los Angeles are at best slim to none. “Alot of those so called ‘real’ radio stations are just shills for the Record Labels , lawyers, and Hollywood,..theres alot of shady shit goin’ on where there are back room ‘pay offs and payola’ no better than back in the 60’s,…I’m sorry but thats just the way it is and reality…..it would be great if you can manage to get your band played on them,…but you probobly gotta be on some major label or lndie label that gets big cred and respect,…but i would say that a good band that likes it’s own independent sound and image would have to adapt and change too much,….and that can be a bad thing,…all in the name of airplay,..its not worth it ,…but….theres really Great good news though now !! – These days in 2009 and 2010, the ratings for real FM Dial Radios have really fallen,…infact many of them are struggling to stay afloat and are going off the air too … ,..EVERYDAY,…..THE REALITY IS now, more people listen to Jango Radio than they do listen to a station like say KROQ FM,….ALOT of new bands are really gettin’ discovered and getting their sound ‘out-there”,….I would say that technically, its probobly more important to have a hit song at Jango than at KLOS, POWER 106, or Kroq FM,….because now, nobody is listening to those three anymore,…not nearly as much anyway,…the web has taken over,..as a vehicle,…plus things like Talk Radio on the AM DIAL in people’s cars – Stuff Like Michael Savage and Hannity,….nevermind the fact that alot of today’s pop music sucks,..I mean just watch the Grammys if ya don’t believe me,…it all sounds the same and it’s boring,…things like Rap music have been a God-send to guys like me,…people get sick of Rap and they listen to Songs like Brandy by Greenhouse Effect – So it all works out well” ———- “22nd Street” is the Soaring classic from G.e’s 1991 epic cd “Going Legit” which was an album Simply recorded by Haggins and Bassist Rick Carmody alone in the studio; “They Shoulda just signed me long ago” says Hagins “Now,..I’m one pissed off hombre,……I won’t stop until i take over EVERYTHING,…..I see my Google Stats n shit at Webilizers,…I get big plays,…it gives me alotta fuckin’ confidence,….I know I got good shit” – Rock City Productions Pro Management SuperNetCelebrities.Com ============== “Big TEEN Dollar$” is the Hillariously ironic Song and anthem from August 1992 that Clark Hagins wrote over the long hot 92′ summer while mowing lawns “up in Bel Air” and “talking to himself” for inspiration and “coaching”; “Bel Air was a very beautiful place,…I worked for this wealthy Arab at Owlwood Estates – thats where Tony Curtis and Sony and Cher once lived,….and Jane Mansfield lived next door at the big “Pink House” on Carolwood,…at the time, Englebert Humperdink lived there next door,….and Marylin Monroe once lived in our Dog House,..where we kept the German sheperds,…Molly, Marko, and Midnight,….Some people suggested that her ghost was in there (Laughs),….I remember those beautiful hot Beverly Hills afternoons and drinking my 40 of beer….I don’t drink now though,..i’m 45 years old,…” – Backing Vocals ; Jeff Crisfield, Bill Krodel, Mark Nathanson – Remainder; Clark Hagins. Idea for Song conceived in Redondo Beach at 251. Lyrics @ www.LyricsMode.Com – SuperNetCelebrities.Com ===================== Hagins admits that websites Like Blip Tv allow Over-self indulgent bloggers like himself to fully ‘create’ their own arenas and that unlimited blogging spaces are a Heaven ; “Vimeo and BlipTV are awesome incredible things,….I can really vent my spleen thoroughly,…and ofcourse many people read,..and thats the goal,…to get them reading,..then they go to my other sites, ..or Youtubes,…and then they go to itunes,..and they buy,….the bottom line is they get interested in me and my music,…and they get to read alot,…it gets them more intelligent,…its way MORE educational than a video game,….Video games are something that Democrats cooked up so you will just sit there and be a moron and smoke pot and be a fucking idiot,….and thats how people like Barack Obama and other Democrats get voters,…they create their own pool of morons THAT THEY CAN EASILY CONTROL,…..I would prefer to get the intelligent, more informed votes of hard working American people ,…People like electricians and or Swimming Pool People,…they tend to be way more informed and intelligent because alot of them listen to Dr. Michael Savage in their trucks during the day as they work – Him and Mark Levin talk radio too.” – “Wilson Phillips” comes barrelling out of the Speakers as a heavy Black Sabbath like G.e. Anthem of hard rock. “Ted told me on the phone one day about 1995 that he thought that ‘newer G.e.’ wasn’t as heavy and was too “Happy”,…man,…I guess he was referring to stuff like “Addicted” and “Irie Bob”…, i just fuckin’ laughed at that shit,…I think Ted just started to smoke too much pot and it fried his head !! Clark Hagins blogs that his ‘ideas’ for society and his ability to ‘copy and re-paste entire blogs elsewhere’ is as important as the music itself ; “Shit like Tubemogul can be awesome,….Everybody knows that I don’t do all this writin’ shit so much for the music,..infact, I really don’t even give a rat’s ass about the music so much as I care about getting my politics and society philosophies across to the general public,…..Greenhouse Effect was always about being political,….We were good irish boys who went to church and who had fears,….but then others in the world would come and try to corrupt us,…and try to make us be like everybody else – to conform,….I say ; fuck that,….I keep the same shit that I was at 16 and 23 today still at 44; I am an old fashioned conservative – what-ever that means,….I’m against abortion and Gay marriage and legalizing or promoting lame drugs that I know destroy great minds,…you can write better shit whilst sober !! I listen to Michael Savage,…and if people don’t like it,..then what the fuck,…they can suck my cock” – Tags – tagcloud, asher roth, politics, lil wayne, eminem, asher roth, susan, mel gibson, brandy, wayne gretzky, kroq most played, paramore, muse, radiohead, tom delonge, weezer, pork, hole tour, hip hop, bmo, brandy, lmfao, sky blu fox, cnn, smokey robinson, michael savage radio ———— ============ The exciting Greenhouse Effect are the New “Nirvana” of the internet for these times of the new millineum of 2008, 09, and 2010 !! Great Songs that evoke melody of the 1960’s and bands like the Mersey Beats to the Sounds of the 70’s and Emerson, Lake, and Palmer to Zeppelin !! High Melody is always G.e’s aim !! This little Redondo Beach three piece band has spread their music all around the World like no other band in History !! They use a tight mix of Jango Radio constant Airplay, Pandora Radio attack with the classic “Brandy”, and millions of constantly running Google Videos and Twitters !! Virtually every person you know HAS SEEN A G.E. VIDEO and probobly Downloaded it !! Clark Hagins considers himself every bit as much a “Politician” as a Great musician; “I can see why all these Arab Countries hate the west and the United States in a way sorta… – They don’t want our shit in their countries !! We despicably take our freedoms for Granted and we abuse and take libertys wrongly,…..Hollywood is a buncha fucking Liberal scumbags,….But Thank God, Our Country is on the right track now,….We have won three key races in a row in Late 2009 and here in 2010,….We won in Virginia, New Jersey, and Massachusetts and even though this Scott Brown character just seems like another RINO,….I will still choose ‘that’ over the Obama-Liberal Martha WTF her name is !! Thank God Almighty that we won that Massachusetts one – that was critical !! I am certain that the angry things that I write definitely play a role with the TeaParty Protesters,…THEY READ MY SHIT – THEY’VE BEEN READING IT FOR YEARS !!,……NOT ALL MUSICIANS are Liberals,…Some of us listen to Dr. Michael Savage and Mark Leven Talk Radio,….We are informed,….but we already ‘knew’ from the beginning,….I’ve been a conservative from birth ,…probobly because I am a Taurus born April 27,…..people say that I am crazy – and I fucking AM !! BUT I know that music is the key,….it takes beautiful music to get people to the ballot booth and pull the lever !!! As the unofficial “Leader” of the Tea Party movement, Hagins blogs are often caustic, terrifying, angry reading – but effective. “People used to pick on me,..back in the South Bay and I figured it out,…it was ‘Liberals’ that WE’RE PICKING ON ME,…..tryin’ to say how I’m so “close-minded” when all along it’s THEM who is really that… Liberal Pot-heads and People who sit around listening to Rap and playing Video Games who DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING – ‘THEY’ ARE THE ONES who are always putting other people down,…and usually because they are insecure Gealous Motherfuckers who got no TALENT – ATLEAST NOT LIKE ME !! ” ========= Tags ; tags, tagcloud, asher roth, politics, lil wayne, eminem, asher roth, susan, mel gibson, brandy, wayne gretzky, kroq most played, paramore, muse, radiohead, tom delonge, weezer, pork, hole tour, hip hop, bmo, brandy, lmfao, sky blu fox, cnn, smokey robinson, michael savage radio Likes: 40 Viewed:

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