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HOW IT CAME TO BE: BACK IN SUMMER 2 🌞

second oneshot (if it can even be called that anymore i don't really care anyways AJSHSJFJSKJD) is done !!! this one is a little more slice of life + melancholic than the previous as i am introducing Mikey as part of the core characters and wanted to show off his attributes a little !! (even more) full stupidity is back in swing next chapter [ ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡]🌊🦈🫧

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ONESHOT 2: Oh, brother!

A week had passed since the catastrophe of the infamous crocodile. Camp had been pretty mundane besides a few fights breaking out from the more troubled kids, and pheromones of love were brushing through the grass wherever Frank and Jamia stepped. Any sign of extraterrestrial forces slid away completely from Gerard's mind, and a new event soon took its place; his younger brother Mikey had finally been dropped off at camp.

Gerard meets Mikey at the gate, giving him a hug and ruffling his hair. You can tell immediately he is not happy, just as his older sibling was when he was first forced here. Gerard takes a heavy bag off the top of Mikey's suitcase and carries it for him.

"They found my stash, dude." Mikey grumbles, kicking a pebble.

"Your-?" Gerard chokes, taken aback.

"My stash of chips. Yknow how they kept dissapearing and ma n pa had to keep buyin' more?"

Gerard sighs in relief, "I did wonder what happened to them- aye, you must've been costin' them a fortune!" he lectures, gently flicking his forehead and giggling.

Mikey squirms with a "yowch!", immediately fixing his sidebangs and pushing up his glasses, pointing at the ground:

"Your mind is worse than that sewage drain, by the way."

They make it to the dorms, where Mikey packs away his things. Gerard stands back, arms folded, waiting.

Ray peeps around the corner, nodded to come in by Gee.

"Mikey, this is Ray." he introduces.

"Who is she- your girlfriend or sumn?" Mikey blurts out, too consumed in organising his Dodgers merch to pay any attention.

Ray coughs, deeply.

Mikey turns around.

"Oh! Oh- my bad. Sorry." He looks away in shame, realising the ignorance of what he just said.

Gerard flutters his eyelashes at Ray.

Ray slaps him on the back, causing Gerard to make an odd hic! sound.

Gerard clears his throat, "Anyways. Mikey, you gotta meet Frank too at some point, he's awesome."

"Oh, don't bother." Ray chirps negatively, rolling his eyes.

The brothers tilt their heads in unison, a thing they often do when they're both confused. Cute.

"He's too invested in his new date. He didn't even show up to breakfast with me, and he like- never misses the chance to inhale free food!" Ray complains.

"Oh, y'mean that Jamia gal? I've not really seen her around until recently. But I don't think she's the problem." Gerard advises.

"I never said she was." Ray scoffs, irritated.

"Woah, I think I've uh, missed a few chapters here. Well- I have." Mikey comments sheepishly, attempting to hide his awkwardness behind his hair.

Gerard notices Ray's tension, backing down a bit.

"Am I wrong to say you feel upset by it, though?"

Ray shakes his head, sighing.

"I don't wanna lose my best friend, that's all. I'm already short on 'em because people find out how much of a nerdy asshole I am and they leave. I just want to be good enough for him."

...

"You always got me?" Gerard smiles, leaning closer.

"Yeah but- with you it's different. I think we both know that."

A butterfly appears, sitting on the ledge of the open window nearby and flickering its wings. G and Ray look over at it, almost in awe of its perfect timing.

A silence fills the room, thoughtful for the two but utterly disorienting for poor Mikey, who has not a slight idea what is going on.

So, he acts on instinct, showing a similar constructive kindness to his brother and speaking up:

"Hey, maybe Frank was just busy and forgot to meetchya on accident," Mikey chips in, "I'm sure he's still your best bud but he's just a little caught up at the minute."

Ray blinks in pleasant surprise, his attention moving from the butterfly, "Woah, thanks, maybe you're right. It has only been this one morning he's done this. God, I just worry so much about how I act-"

Gerard watches the insect shine in the late morning light, another winged critter arriving to accompany it. They fly off together, leaving him stuck in a gaze at the vacant window as the sun goes in.

"Hey, you coming?" Ray calls Gee, stood by the door.

"Psch, he wishes." Mikey taunts, snickering.

"Oh, yeah-" Gerard snaps out of his stare as he follows the group out of the dorm.

Mikey and Frank meet, bonding slightly over how they're the youngest of the squad. They stand talking for a few minutes, Frank and Ray exchanging glances of unfinished business. Once Mikey begins talking to Gee, Frank turns to Ray:

"Hey, sorry I missed breakfast by the way- I overslept in Jamia's room." he apologises, chuckling awkwardly.

"You overslept? Oh, man. Here I was thinkin you hated me or somethin." Ray looks to the floor for a few seconds, feeling a little humbled.

"Aye, I'm gonna try my best from now on to not make you worry like that again. I ain't gonna be that guy who gets in a relationship and fucks 'awff from his best friends, I wouldn't live with myself." Frank's voice is oddly reassuring as he places an arm around Ray's shoulder.

Like good pals do, they hug it out, beginning to laugh about the misunderstanding.

G smirks at them, "Looks like it was just how you said."

"Well of course, I am emotionally intelligent. Unlike you." Mikey pokes fun, once again.

He gets elbowed.

"Why don't we all go up to the hill? The right way this time?" Ray suggests, in means to make amends for his whiny actions (he has no need to do this, however he still feels guilty).

"Good lord, what did I miss now." Mikey sneers.

"Scary cryptid reptiles inhabiting local swamps." Frank sighs, shakily.

Mikey's eyes widen in concern.

"I wonder where I threw that basket..." Gerard ponders, looking into bushes as the squad begins their descent to the destination.

As they journey up to the hill, snacks equipped and blankets in clutch, they talk all kinds of topics from comics to classic rock. Once they reach the end of the final step, they almost fall onto the ground, blankets hitting the floor with a slap, immediately hacking away at all of their freshly prepared food.

"There's a trip happening next week Mikey," Frank begins, mouth full of sour gummy worms, "you should sign up whilst y'still can."

"Aw, nice! Where to?" he enquires, finishing off a tuna sandwich.

"The aquarium," Frank points at Mikey's sandwich, now smacking his chops on a chicken leg. "You'll get to visit the cousins of that sandwich you just ate."

He grins widely and devilishly.

Mikey frowns at his empty lunchbox, receiving a pat on the back from Ray and a scheming look from Gerard.

"Yknow, you are what you eat Frankie," Gerard teases back, pointing at the chicken, "I've never seen someone so hysterical over a crocodile before- c'mon, giant lizard?!" he wheezes hysterically, like he'd just invented the idea of comebacks. If vine booms existed in the '90s, one would probably be used here.

Frank goes as red as the crumbs of his velvet cake on the discarded paper plate,

"Alright, fair play."

The whole group spends the rest of the longest day of the year on that hill, laughing, and hoping that a great white shark will be a special guest on their field trip the following week (they're all huge geeks for the Jaws franchise) and looking forward to the memorable summer ahead of them; the autumn after has always been a passing thought for the boys, and the heat had only just begun to blaze through the forest.

This was the start of something wonderful.

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throwback 2 this !!! still v proud of it despite kinda messing up the text ⭒๋࣭ ⭑.

little promo for my new au/spinoff for the fic!

hey it's not perfect but i made this :33

lil comic strip based off of chapter 7 !

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welcome to the HOW IT CAME TO BE spinoff, BACK IN SUMMER ! 🌞

and ... HAPPY (almost) ONE YEAR BDAY TO THE ORIGINAL FIC !! >v< 🎉✨️

How It Came To Be: Back In Summer will be a mini series of oneshots from around the beginning of the fic, where Ficrard and his pals are still in the summer camp !! I wanted to explore the absolute shenanigans i imagined them getting up to during this period, so this is kind of like an AU where things stayed relatively normal after the first alien encounter,, its all about fun, whimsy and sliiiight insanity ! :3

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ONESHOT 1: All that for a picnic?

Gerard woke up to the exact buzzing he fell asleep to, as the insects swarm outside of the windows, forcing the dormitory to become it's own greenhouse, an ecosystem of the dreaded wonders you find in adolescence. More prominently, the pungence of teenage boys sharing a summer bedroom. Frank was still occupied drooling into his damp pillowcase, and Ray was practically falling out of bed in the wildest yet world's comfiest sleeping position.

I'll leave them to it , he thought, making his bed with little effort, the mattress cover concealing only half of it.

Yawning and stretching, Gerard makes his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day- thankfully no falling into shit and dirt this time, as he had soon been directed to the real, functioning facilities that are most certainly not porta-potties in the middle of the woods. He then spends about 20 minutes fixing his unwashed hair in place with a half-empty can of Got2be.

It had probably been two weeks, give or take, since Gerard was dropped off at this dumpster by his mildly disappointed parents who were shocked to learn he still couldn't swim or tie his laces. Lord knows how his younger brother Mikey swept under the radar, still at home, probably having the best summer of his life. Gerard doesn't like to think about that fact- it pisses him off immensely that he's the eldest and therefore faces all the music of life's responsibilities.

"Hey," a puppy-reminiscent punk appears from behind.

Gerard spits out his toothpaste, wiping his mouth on his hoodie sleeve and turning around;

"Oh, hiya Frank." Gerard smiles, "Whazz'up?"

"Okay, so, basically, y'know the bigass hill? I say that today we go there and have a picnic. Eat like kings!" Frank proposes, large gestures and all.

"The 'bigass hill' that's closed off and we're told to NOT try going to?" G raises an eyebrow.

"Yea but-"

Ray enters, midway through tying back his hair, yawning: "I'm in, let's jump the gate and go! It'd be so sick, right?"

And it's settled, by the devious grins of 3 teenage boys, that they are going to do the one logical, one well-advised thing they could possibly do today: trespass.

They get ready for battle; Frank throws on a sleeveless Misfits shirt and spikes up his mohawk. Ray smudges eyeliner across his waterline excessively. Gerard tries spraying the last of his deodorant to no success, shrugging and tossing it in the overflown trashcan. Then he tiptoes around the dorm, asking the boys if they're ready, to which Frank responds in unintelligible noises- huh, sounds familliar. Oh well, off they go.

The three exit the cabin, sneaking past everywhere they were supposed to be. They take it in turns, boosting eachother over the fence that cuts off the land.

Whilst that was successful, what appeared next proved to be less than desirable.

A ... swamp? A swamp obstructing the hill?

The air was muggy, a suffocating steam evaporating off of the sunkissed pool of dysentery. Bushes with thorns surrounded it, deeming the boys unable to go around unless they wanted bare, nettle-stung legs. Dragonflies briefly swept across the swamp, whilst wasps lay still, bottoms up, ready to prickle an innocent bypasser.

Ray stares into the deep, swirling body of dirty water, gulping away any sprinkle of confidence he once had;

"Uh, gang- I don't think I like this anymore." He chirped with nerves.

Gerard, with his stolen shopping basket of treats in hand, side-shuffles towards Ray in silent agreement, verbally avoiding the eggshells of a stubborn Frank. Something you never want to do is disagree with him, unless you want to hear about it for the rest of your living days (Gerard learnt that lesson early on, after they had an arguement over dogs and cats).

"Pschhhh, you guys never seen a swamp before?" Frank chuckles, "It'll be fine. See?" He walks off, in search of mother nature's own bridge. Persistent as ever.

Frank takes a log and places it across the pond, noticing that the seemingly deep water below where it had been placed felt solid.

"Hm", he shuffles closer in curiosity to assess the problem-

SPLASH!!!!!!

The sludge almost explodes into the air, throwing Frank ten feet into the surrounding greenery and drenching the boys.

"WHATTHEFUCKWASTHAT?!" Gerard screeches, clinging onto Ray, who is doing the same back.

Ray looks down at the ruined basket, "My sandwiches..." He frowns. :(

Two beady eyes rise from beneath the water, it's scaly face resting on the surface.

"IT'S A GIANT LIZARD!" Frank points repetitively and wails, latching onto Gerard's leg.

Upon this recognition, they all scream in unison like baby chipmunks. Of course, this only disarms their plan, as two volunteers for the camp rush over, gently shoving the boys out of the swamp area.

"Didn't y'all read the sign?" The disappointed janitor taps his foot.

"Or listen to a single word of my debrief when you got here?" The PE coach sighs.

The head girl Jamia skips over, a smile on her face as she sees Frank hiding himself in a blanket.

"Did Lizzy scare ya that bad?"

"Sorry, what." Frank looks up, stuttering with slight attitude and hiding his embarrassment.

"Yeaaaah, s'just Lizzy. She's pretty harmless, I feed 'er. But I'd never jump the barbed wire fence to do it!" She bursts into laughter.

"What were y'all doin' anyways?" The janitor continues to interrogate.

"We uh, we wanted to sit on the hill and have breakfast." Ray confesses and points at the glorious hill, receiving a nudge from Frank in the process.

"Why didn't y'just say so? There's a nice set of stairs that lead right on up there!" he replies, casually wandering off.

The faces of the three moss-covered lads is priceless as they stop in their tracks.

"So, literally fucking everyone failed to mention that!" Gerard grumbles, his face like thunder as he kicks the broken basket into a bush.

Jamia laughs nervously.

"Oh well, now y'know for next time," she shrugs, lightheartedly trying to move on the conversation;

"Why don't me n'you go up there sometime, Frank?" she offers, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Frank hides away even further in his towel, scratching his freshly-stung knees, flustered. A buzzing "ooooooo" fills the air by Ray and Gerard as they get to the showers and go their separate ways, quietly chuckling together on their way out.

After a few seconds of awkward silence Frank turns to Jamia, uncovering himself from his wet blanket and smirking,

"I'd like that."

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I PROMMY IT WILL HAPPEN SOMEDAY life has just been v chaotic and busy lately :(((

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made sum updates 2 this :p also i have simply given up on time period accuracy. it's science fiction anyways !!!!

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NEVERMIND!!!! SECRET 3RD IDEA WHICH WILL TOTALLY KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF BECAUSE IT KNOCKED MINE OFF AND I LITERALLY THOUGHT OF IT RAHHHHHHH

it is both of these combined but in a different font

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... 111 DAYS.

SHITTTT THE LAST CHAPTER I POSTED BEFORE TODAY WAS NOVEMBER.

IT IS MARCH .

I AM SO SORRY 😭😭😭

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SHITTTT THE LAST CHAPTER I POSTED BEFORE TODAY WAS NOVEMBER.

IT IS MARCH .

I AM SO SORRY 😭😭😭

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I AM SO PROUD TO SAY THAT CHAPTER 8 OF "HOW IT CAME TO BE" IS FINALLY READY !! >.< 🛸 ☆

note: sorry if this is underwhelming at all, i know it's been a really long time since a chapter update and motivation has once again been incredibly difficult to come by D: but i fuckin did it!!!! i feel so relieved 🫶:D i cannot say when chapter 9 will come out for definite </3 but i hope you enjoy this for now !!

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CHAPTER 8: DRUMS OF THE CITY RAIN

Even the worst of memories gradually erode to dust, swept behind a broom of hush and avoidance. Sometimes all that's coherent in ones mind is the aftermath of such events- like the bus home at dawn after an endless night of bloodshed. It was solemly the most uneasy journey Gerard had ever experienced in all his years of hitching parental car rides and succumbing to public transport. That's the idea they, the three of them, had- just find an easy way home. Sure, the drying blood staining Gee's face earned him a few glances from the early commuters, but he's an art kid. It's just paint, indefinitely.

The other two didn't seem to pay any mind to it; Frank twiddled his thumbs, lost in thought himself, and Ray kept an arm around Gerard's shoulder, trying his best not to fall asleep there, with the hum of the vehicle accompanying his drifting thoughts. If only everybody's thoughts were gently galloping over fences with the sleepy sheep.

Gerard couldn't focus on a single thing, and when he did, it instantly reverted him back to his daze. Over and over, the nauseating thought of what he'd done consumed him, identical to a werewolf pining over the moon. Was it even him that struck with such violence? Is he even himself at this moment? Why is nobody taking any notice? Where are the police, other than the ones apprehending his mind, to destine his guilty verdict and declare with certainty that he deserves no right to live? He grew in tension, his knee shaking restlessly all whilst he picked at the scab on his lip. Sat somewhat still, yet running marathons of "What ifs" behind his eyes, staring out at the risen sun that had begun to be clouded by the upcoming rain- all it took was a few words to pause the frantic nature of it all.

"Where should we get breakfast?" Frank asked, squinting.

Ray sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning, "Could head to the café downtown?" he suggests.

Both looking at G in curiosity, he merely shrugs.

"That's alright by me, could get coffee." he nods along.

"Then it's settled! I love having free will! I mean- couldn't we have just left the summercamp anytime we wanted anyways? What was all the fuss for?" Ray giggles.

"We we're being chased though. I say if someone's chasin' ya then you should run! They could have tapeworm or something, don't wannem' to touch ya'." Frank states with full confidence.

Ray and Gerard just stare at eachother in slight disbelief, getting up for their stop and leaving. Frank follows, tripping and whining over the fact he stood up too fast.

Before hitting the café, the trio enter a supermarket to see if its possibly any cheaper; spoiler, it is not.

"Damn, so expensive." Gerard picks up a pre-made cold latte, shuddering at its obnoxious packaging.

Ray, on the other hand, was eyeing up the unsealed vegetables. Grabbing an onion and coersing the other two boys to look, he takes a large, proud chomp out of it, not giving even half a reaction.

"Oh, wow," Frank stares in awe, "What the fuck is wrong with you?", he adds so casually whilst smiling. Gerard responded by making the most scrunched-up, disgruntled face he possibly could- no words were really necessary.

"How are you gonna explain that to the cashier?" Gerard snorts, pointing at the half-bitten onion.

"I won't."

With the most ominous, scheming expression, Ray hides the onion behind a box of cake mixture within the baking section of the shop.

They continue messing about in the aisles, occasionally resisting the urge to commit a petty theft or two, before making their way out of the store empty handed.

The weather outside was relentless- drumming against the sidewalks, drenching anyone who dared step foot into it; lightning struck with a snare against the skylines, provoked by the humid heat that shone beforehand. All three of the boys legged it to the café as quick as they could, ignoring all of the window shopping they would've done had it not been for the circumstances.

Inside, each opted for their usual breakfast snack. Pancakes, eggs 'n' bacon, and you can't forget, cookies! (The quintessential Healthy-Meal-Of-All-Meals, trademark).

Gerard, who had already begun to slip through the cracks of reality once again, sipped his piping hot coffee as soon as it was placed down, not at all flinching in reflex. Frank gulped in concern so agressively that his throat could have turned cookie-shaped, but still took it as a note that it was cool enough to drink, taking an oblivious slurp before making several incomprehensible squeaking noises of regret.

The three stare at the outside world as it gets evermore soaked by the precipitation, wondering just when they are going to leave the brief sanctuary of being MIA.

"What's next for us?" Ray asks, addressing the clear elephant in the room.

For a few seconds, it's quiet. A silence accompanied by the murmuring chitchat of other early morning customers.

"Anything we want", proudly spits Frank, still holding onto his burnt throat before looking down at his empty plate, "I might try goin' back to my band if they'll even have me." He adds, almost starting to sound lost.

"Didn't you mention you were seein' someone at the summer camp?" Ray asks, killing his curiosity.

"Jamia? Not anymore, I spose- her dad owns the place. I don't see her leavin anytime soon even if she wanted to."

"Huh? I didn't know that." Gerard stops eating his pancakes in a slight panic- he couldn't remember the distinctive features of anyone that The Unknown Force killed, what if-

"Yeah. I think I really liked her. Or at least if that was the feelin' of liking someone, I felt it. Maybe i'll cross paths with her again at some point if we're really meant to be together, she wanted to leave just as much as we did."

Ray momentarily glances at Gerard, before reverting his interest back to Frank- then side-eyeing G once more.

"What about you, 'Rard?"

"Dunno- probably let my family know I'm not dead, take a fuckin' shower, and then hopefully change the world." Gerard replies, paying very little mind to the weight of his words.

"Yeah the um- the blood, it's a little jarring." Frank chuckles.

"Don't ask- must've bumped my head or something. It's all fuzzy." Gerard excuses, as though he's being interrogated.

"Well, I think I'm gonna work on my guitar and maybe look for a parttime job at the record store." Ray contributes.

Gerard nods, "Once the rain goes away I'm gonna head off".

"Sounds alright," Frank agrees, sipping his coffee.

"Good thinkin', we can finally get some sleep." Ray chirps.

A while passed, and as the rain slowly drained itself of its tears and the clouds departed, so did the trio. Casual goodbyes and side-hugs to conclude possibly the craziest all-nighter of their teenage years, and commence the growing distance of their company.

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THE PRESENT.

PLANET NAME: UNKNOWN

TIME: 6:30 AM

It was only on this day that Gerard learnt rainfall happens on every planet, even if it's artificial. Giant showerheads above the atmosphere-scraping city buildings labelled "PRETICIPATION" sprinkle from a spit to a storm. Lucky for him, he'd got caught up in it from the comfort of his UFO- each tap of water hitting like a drum on the roof. They'd joined a traffic jam of flying vehicles- not quite cars, but something else unique to this empire, where they sat waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

Newsflashes would strike the screens of the commercial buildings as entertainment, alongside the latest gnarpian trends and music. It felt like this city never slept- maybe it didn't. How would he know sleep was even a common practice? Though their dialect was difficult to translate, some words stuck out like a sore thumb. Every time Gee found himself misreading "MILKY WAY", he took it as a sign that he's being thought of by his little brother. Taking it any other way would only remind him how out of touch he is.

Lola spent their time spinning around in the control chair, not caring all that much about the sensational sights in front of them. Occasionally tumbling off, they would return back to it with no fault or error. They just love to spin! Who can blame 'em? If they weren't spinning, they were napping.

Spotting a nearby parking lot, Gerard steers the ship to landing, gradually hitting the soft pavement. Eager to explore, he dashes out of the UFO, placing his hoodie as a blanket over Lola's sleeping fuzzball of a body. Well, that is until they spring awake, affectionately headbutting Gee for almost leaving them.

"Hey! I was goin' to write a note!" He giggles.

The pair wander outside, sticking close by in case of a sudden attack. They were the aliens here, if anything they were invading- it would make total sense that the locals would be on guard. They kept walking. Nobody seemed to be taking any notice. It wasn't until Gerard turned a corner that his existence was acknowledged.

Bump!

"Shit! Sorry-"

Within the blink of an eye, a small crowd roars in front of him, expressing cheers of excitement and waving small posters.

They... loved his music? Heck, they even knew of it to begin with? And, on top of that, they enjoyed it?

Lola immediately took advantage of such a situation, posing for adorable selfies and advanced alien filters.

Bewildered, Gerard takes a step back, only to see an even greater shock beholding him; an arena in the near distance, projecting his face onto a giant screen. The decipherable words "LIVE" and "TONIGHT" slapping him in the face with stage fright. Dear god, what kind of fucked up intergalactic stardom has he landed into?

Only time will tell.

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THE FIC HAS EXISTED FOR 200 DAYS TODAY !!!! HAPPY 200TH ANNIVERSARY

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remembered the thumbnail thingie I made when I was first writing the fic and decided to make it the playlist cover for old times sake 🥹 (its been like 5 or 6 months already but it feels like yesterday since I first started the fic)

heyyyy silly lil soundtrack idea if u even care :33 !!

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some of these songs have actually played when I've been writing scenes and really put inspiration onto em!! I'll be happy to explain why I chose certain songs too :D some songs r very sad and others r silly af because I either unintentionally write stupid or sad w no inbetween I fear,,,(ﾟДﾟ)