#Ghost Getter Number 1

[flowercrowngods]

nice to meet you, where you been? (steddie tattoo shop au)

🌷 part 1 | part 2 (or read on ao3) | T – 12.3k – 3/3 🌷

part 3: fallingforyou (5k)

in which the boys finally have that date

Eddie doesn’t even make it home before his phone vibrates, revealing a new message from an unknown number. 

Unknown: hi i was a bit dumb and didn’t ask for your number but i figured you’d be cool if i take it from the form you filled out for the tat. hope that’s fine! 👀 

Steve: oh this is steve by the way

Eddie snorts and leans against the lamp post beside him. It’s a bit stupid, the way he just essentially drops everything to text a boy; but he’s always been like that, and he sure as hell isn’t gonna change that for Steve fucking Harrington! In fact, he has a feeling it might only get worse from here on out. 

Eddie: Aw and here I thought this was Brad. I even drew a little heart beside my phone number on the tattoo form :( Steve: pff please you’d never get a tattoo from someone named brad Steve: that’s not even a real name  Steve: people named brad aren’t real Eddie: Brad is ghosting me and you’re joking about it, Harrington, I cannot believe this 💔 Steve: i’ll make it up to you Steve: are you free on saturday? Eddie: Only if Brad doesn’t un-ghost me 😔 Steve: menace :D Eddie: I’m getting your tattoo removed as we speak!!! Eddie: !!!!!! Steve: :( Eddie: That’s what you get, Stevie. That’s what you wanna take on a date.

Eddie’s heart is hammering in his chest, the wide grin faltering a little when he realises what he just said. He called it a date. Is that right? Is that what Steve wants? Is that what they’re doing? There is a chance that Steve only wants to catch up, hang out as friends. Queer friends that can’t exactly stop smiling at each other, who occasionally get lost in each other’s eyes, who flirt, who…

Damn. He’s not objecting to a friendship with Steve. Hell, it would probably be one of the best things to happen to him right after his band and the soulmate-ism with Chrissy! But the thing is, he’d have a massive crush to get over first. 

There, he’s admitting it now. He has a crush on Steve Harrington like he’s never had a crush like this on anyone before, ever, in his whole entire life. Except once, in high school, for nearly two years. On Steve Harrington. Fucking dammit, he is so cliché. He’s leaning against a lamppost, grinning down at his phone, and everything! 

And Steve isn’t typing anymore. Eddie is kind of dying. How’d this man get this much power over him in the matter of, what, like a week? 

Eddie: Not too late to back out of that by the way Steve: are you kidding me?? Steve: bro i would take you on that date right now instead of waiting until saturday Steve: but alas

‘Alas’! The boy knows words! 

Eddie’s heart is doing a somersault in his chest — and if anyone asks, no, that’s not him giggling down at his phone out on the streets like a helpless little gay boy with his first real, butterflies kind of crush. 

Eddie: Oh damn, you're a real go-getter, aren't you, Steebie? Eddie: Wait Eddie: Did you just call me bro Eddie: DID YOU JUST CALL ME BRO STEVEN Eddie: B R O ?????? Eddie: Is that what we are 😔

Steve: drowning my phone as we speak 

Steve:if you need me no you don't

And if Eddie is cackling at that, laughing, blushing, hiding his face behind his curls, no, he is not. 

Giggling, blushing, and feeling so very alive, Eddie hits the call button and hopes that Steve didn’t actually drown his phone and went to leave the country. 

But luck, it turns out, favours him today, because Steve picks up on the first ring. 

“Hi, bro,” Eddie says, still laughing. On the other end of the line, Steve is groaning, but Eddie can hear something even better. “Oh my God, is that Nobody’s Perfect you’re listening to? From Hannah Montana?” 

“Picking up the phone was a mistake,” Steve sighs without any real heat, and Eddie just wants to go all the way back and watch him. Chin on his hands and all. Just watch Steve as he closes up, listening to ridiculous songs that make him call people bro as he’s flirting with them, and tell him how beautiful he looks in clothes that are not designed to make people look this perfect. 

“So what was that about taking me on a date right now?” Eddie asks instead of saying any of that, listening as the music gets quieter over the line. 

There’s a moment of silence and Eddie imagines Steve shrugging. He’s adorable even in Eddie’s head. He lives in there now. Rent free, just pretty and sassy and not at all bro-like. 

“Stevie?” 

“Uh. Yeah, that was, uh. Sorry.” 

“What for?” 

A huff, some shuffling, and Eddie yearns. He feels it in his hands, the way they’re tingling, aching to reach out, to hold, to keep. 

Steve sighs, then speaks. “Nothing, just a whole narrative of things that make me sound like the clingiest dude, so let’s pretend I didn’t say a thing?” 

Eddie smiles before he knows it, because Steve might be saying what he thinks he’s saying, and he’s being shy about it. Shy! Steve! Eddie never stood a chance. 

“You miss me already, Mister Kettle?” 

“Maybe.” And God. How is he so charismatic even when he’s shy and most probably blushing? Steve Harrington, force of nature specifically designed to wreck Eddie’s little heart and soul and universe. 

“Say the word and I’ll come back, Stevie,” Eddie says, and he finds that he means it. He doesn’t have plans, Chrissy isn’t home to tell him he’s not dreaming, and he has this ache, this tingling in his chest, his arms, his hands. This feeling that tells him he has to go hug Steve right this second and not let go for the next five to seven business decades. 

There’s a huff and the ache only gets stronger. 

“In fact, Steeb-o, it’s actually testing every ounce of strength this mind and body possess not to jump back into the subway and make my way over to you. So, like. Say the word. I think I might literally be begging you to go ahead and say the word, give me an excuse to be annoying and clingy.” 

Steve chuckles and he sounds both relieved and stricken, and Eddie wants to know. He wants to know what’s happening inside that pretty little head. He needs to know what Steve thinks, what he wants, what he sees, what his world is like. 

This is crush of his is moving incredibly fast. And still it’s far from enough for Eddie, and he knows that’s kinda not good, not healthy, a bit dangerous possibly. But it seems to be the same for Steve. Like maybe they’re bad influences for each other. 

Like catalysts for destruction. But how would the boy who shines like gold in the sunlight destroy him? The boy who listens to Nobody’s Perfect when he’s cleaning and closing up, the boy who tapes up his shirt sleeve so Eddie won’t have to take off his shirt, the boy who has a whole binder of weird-ass tattoos and the softest touch, the quickest mouth, the sharpest tongue, meeting Eddie’s banter head-on like it’s all they’ve been doing since taking their first breath of shared air. 

It’s not destruction that’s happening. It’s something much, much more terrifying. It has Eddie’s heart beating in his throat all the same. 

“Let me take you on a real date,” Steve says then. “When I didn’t have a long day at work. When I won’t say stupid shit. Okay, Eddie?” 

The yearning doesn’t stop, not when Steve says his name like that, in that smiling way he has. Part of him wants to object, wants to insist to turn around and spend more time with Steve. He wants to kick himself, wants to apologise for just running out of the shop like that. If he hadn’t, maybe they could go on that date now. 

But Steve’s exhausted, and he deserves better than Eddie being actually clingy and annoying about this. Boundaries. No matter how tingly his arms are. 

“Of course,” is what he says. “Sorry.” 

“Not at all,” Steve hurries, that casualness back in his voice that makes Eddie want to go eat a tree. “I think I started that, anyway.” 

“Yeah, when you called me bro,” Eddie adds, snickering. 

Steve groans again. “I hate you.” 

“And for good reason, too, bro.” 

“I’m hanging up on you, Edwin.” 

“Can’t believe you continuously hate-crime me, Steve Rogers.” 

“Captain America? You won’t hear me complaining.” 

Eddie snorts. “You’re so easy, man.” 

“Goodbye, Eddie,” Steve laughs, and Eddie wants to soak it up. Live inside that laugh. 

“Bye, Stevie.”

And then the line goes dead, and Eddie finds himself still leaning against the lamppost, stupid grin on his face, face half hidden behind his hair. There is that nice sting of a new tattoo on his arm, the late summer air is breezing through his jacket, and the upbeat Powerwolf song picks up where Eddie left it when Steve called. 

It’s a good day. A great day. A wonderful, perfect, absolutely breathtaking day. 

Eddie is a bundle of nerves and anxiety by the time Saturday rolls around. He’s spent more time in Chrissy’s bed than in his own and they went over the whole, What if he finds out I’m actually the most boring person on this planet? ordeal, which has gained him a pillow to the head and a big, big hug. He’s not complaining. 

But he also is decidedly not calm when he sees Steve rounding the corner. Not when he sees the guy breaking into a huge smile that puts even the sun to shame, and especially not when he spots the flowers in the guy’s hands. Flowers for him. Flowers that make his heart skip.

God, he’s so lame. 

“Hey,” Steve says, still smiling, except now Eddie can see he’s blushing. Blushing! 

Abort mission, abort mission! Eddie cannot do this. He is not cut out to dating pretty boys that blush and bring him flowers. 

“Hi,” he says, feet rooted to the ground as he feels his own blush rising to his cheeks. “Are those for me?” 

“No, actually they’re for Brad. I’m surprised to meet you here, this is kinda awkward now.” Steve’s looking around in a theatrical manner and Eddie hates him so much, he is so lame! 

Except now they’re both laughing and Eddie is pulling Steve into a tight, warm hug. It feels so intimate, the way Steve’s face is pressed against the crook of his neck, his arms tight around Eddie’s middle. And the little hum when Steve’s laughter subsides sends shivers down his back.

He was right, actually. Holding Steve is the best thing his arms could do, and he never wants to let go. 

“Hi,” he says again after a while, closing his eyes and smiling into Steve’s shoulder. 

“Hey.” 

This is going great. Neither of them seems in the mood to let go anytime soon. 

But then Steve takes a step back and holds out his flowers to Eddie. They’re dried flowers, the same he has in the little vases in his tattoo parlour, and they smell amazing. It’s ridiculously cute. Everything about Steve makes Eddie want to explode and scream and laugh and cry and take the deepest breath of his lifetime. 

“I would have given you fresh ones, but I feel like that would have been a bit sad if they can’t get water, and these ones will probably last you a bit longer, too. I hope that’s fine?”

It’s fine. It’s so, so fine. God, it’s so lame, but it’s so fine, and Eddie wants to scream again. Instead, he takes the flowers and goes in for another hug. Steve chuckles and breathes a tiny little sigh of relief that Eddie soaks right up. 

“Thank you, Stevie,” he murmurs. “I love them, actually. Very metal, to bring me dead flowers, actually.” 

At that, Steve sputters and shoves away from him, still laughing. “Yeah, I figured you’re weird enough to enjoy dead flowers more than dying ones.” 

“Touché, Steven. Touché.” 

“You're so weird,” Steve says and then nudges their shoulders together. “Now come on, mister tough guy metal man.” 

“Oh, I’m gonna have that be my actual title. Can I legally make you address me like that?”

Steve eyes him from the side and says, in the most serious tone, “I won’t say anything without my lawyer.” 

Eddie cackles at that, feeling elated and excited and just really fucking good. Steve makes him feel all those good things that people have been talking about forever, and it’s only just the first date. He’s helpless. Can’t stop looking at Steve, sneaking glances and hiding behind his hair when Steve meets them, looking so fucking fond that it makes Eddie want to run away again. 

It’s intense in a way that Eddie has never experienced. And they talk. Oh, but they talk. About everything and nothing, and it feels so natural. He learns more about Steve’s best friend Robin, he still doesn’t know the name of his little tattoo angel friend, and it turns out walking around town with Steve is an experience, because you can’t take the guy anywhere. 

Every five minutes there’s someone waving, excited to see him, or even just nodding as they pass them on the street. It kind of adds to his sunny disposition and makes Eddie feel like he’s stepped into a parallel universe, like he’s witnessing something primal to the human experience. Something like joy, like fascination, like the universal constant that is being drawn to Steve Harrington. 

And he’s staring, smile on his lips, when Steve notices. 

“What?” he asks, sounding a bit shy underneath that amusement as he pays for ice cream and hands Eddie his cone. 

“Nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing to me, man.” 

Eddie eyes him. “Are we entering bro territory again, Harrington?” 

“Oh fuck you,” he laughs, and then the moment is over and Eddie could go back to his musings. He could. But he’s Eddie fucking Munson, and if there’s one thing he doesn’t have, it’s a filter. And chill. Okay, there are several things he doesn’t have, and all of them come out when he’s around Steve, apparently. 

“It’s just, you’re like the sun.” 

Steve stops in his tracks, looking at him. “I’m like the sun?” 

Eddie nods and comes to a stop a few steps ahead of Steve. “Pretty much.” 

“Uh. Care to elaborate?” 

“Well, first of all you’re wearing a yellow button-up, of all things, and that just screams sun at me, no take-backs,” he points out, and Steve looks down at himself, frowning a bit like he’s only just realised the colour of his shirt. Adorable. 

Eddie continues, before his brain catches up with whatever the fuck he’s doing, baring his thoughts like that on the first date. 

“Secondly, you’re kind. Like, you’re a genuinely nice guy. And I think the term sunny disposition was coined for you specifically. Actually, I have a friend in linguistics, I can ask her if there are any etymological… Anyway, uh.” Oh, there it is. His brain is back and he realises what he’s saying, notices the way Steve’s looking at him, his head cocked to the side, looking at him. Seeing him. Understanding what he’s saying. 

Eddie swallows and goes back to eating his ice cream, looking anywhere but at Steve. 

He almost misses it when Steve says, “You’re cute, Eddie Munson.” 

His head whips up when he hears that, staring at Steve and his stupid little smile, his shining eyes, the glazed look in them, like he’s seeing Eddie and the rest of the world for the first time. 

And Eddie, because he truly deserves the title of triple high school flunkee, says, “No, you.” 

Steve huffs and shakes his head, still with that smile on his lips as he approaches Eddie again, crossing that distance. Drawing Eddie in even though his feet are rooted to the floor again. He swallows as the blood rises to his cheeks, bringing with it a heat that only deepens his conviction that Steve is a fucking sun of his own. 

They’re so close, suddenly, that Eddie can smell the sweet lemon ice cream Steve got, and he holds his breath, petrified. He begins to understand why, throughout history, people have built religions around the sun. Why they have worshipped and created mythology around her, why people have been likened and pronounced representatives of the sun herself. 

He gets it when Steve leans in and brushes the sweetest kiss to his burning cheek. His hand lingers on Eddie’s jaw even as he pulls away. 

“Cute,” Steve says with a finality that a voice as raspy as his shouldn’t possess. But Eddie doesn’t dare argue, not when Steve is so close, not when he can see the blush on his cheek, not when he only needs to turn his head and their lips would touch. “And pretty. Thank you.” 

The fingers on his jaw are moving in the slightest caress once, twice, three times before Steve pulls back. 

And Eddie sways. Honest to god sways on his feet, and he tries to mask it by taking a step back and spinning around, but Steve’s light snicker tells him he’s been found out. 

It’s unfair, though, that Steve gets to have this charm. This confidence. The courage to just kiss his cheek when it takes Eddie everything to just act normal. Well, as normal as he gets. 

It’s unfair. And addictive. He hides his face in the flowers that smell so perfectly like spring and summer and freedom that it makes him positively giddy. Everything about today makes him giddy. 

Can it really be like this? Is this really for Eddie to soak up, is this for him to keep? This kind of happiness and joy never did seem to be reserved for him.

But then Steve asks if he can take his hand, and Eddie opens his heart to the moment and links their fingers, daring to look over and catch Steve’s smile before he ducks his head away. 

As far as first dates go, this is the best one Eddie’s had. They just walk a lot, which is perfect for his restlessness. This way he can run away from Steve and let the man laugh as he catches up, shaking his head with fondness. And Steve does. He follows him, he catches up, he gives chase, and suddenly they’re kids having a perfect summer day outside, their bellies full of ice cream. 

And it turns out, Steve Harrington is not just a pretty face, a kick-ass tattoo artist, an interesting mind and a sunny kind of smile. No, he’s also a person Eddie wants to genuinely spend time with. It’s almost too good to be true and it makes him want to hide. 

So he does. But not behind his hair, no. He presses his face into Steve’s collarbone, and instead of shoving him off or laughing awkwardly, Steve just wraps his arms around him and holds him. Tight. 

“Everything okay?” 

Eddie nods, holding Steve in return. “Yep, but if you’re gonna ask me any more questions, I’m gonna be real stupid here.” 

Steve hums. “Stupid like me saying I didn’t really want to wait until today and just see you again right away on Tuesday?” 

It makes his heart jump, because, yeah, something like that. Something exactly like that. 

“Uh-huh. It’s just…” He sighs and steps back to look at Steve. “I’m having a really wonderful day. And it feels sort of forbidden.” 

“Forbidden how?” 

“Like… God, this is gonna sound very, like, thirty steps ahead, probably. But you’re, like. Man. You’re kinda perfect, and I can’t really wrap my head around the fact that we’re on this date, and that you’re calling me cute and pretty. Because people don’t do that. Not to a trans guy, not to me. And I didn’t even know I wanted that, but, boy. Boy. I do. I really fucking do.” 

Steve is smiling by the end of it, and Eddie doesn’t quite understand. He should be running, should be looking at him with pity in his eyes, or that misplaced kind of understanding that’s really just nothing else but pity, just disguised with a dash of transphobia. 

“Why are you smiling?” he asks when he’s just about to explode. 

Steve shrugs, but that smile stays. “I like that you just… Say these things. That I can ask you what’s up and you’ll tell me. I don’t know, makes me feel like you trust me.” 

“I do.” 

That smile widens a fraction, and Steve takes his hand. “Well, let me return the favour, hm? I like being here with you. I’m having a really amazing time and I don’t want it to end. I didn’t want it to end on Tuesday either, I don’t know. It just… I don’t know, it feels right. And you are cute. And pretty. And funny, and just really great to spend time with. It feels like I get to be a version of myself with you that’s just, like, all of it, you know? It’s scary, of course it is, and makes me feel a bit stupid, too, but more than that it’s just really great. I’m sorry people are weird, but believe me when I say that, yes, you get to have cutesy dates, too. I’d take you on one, like, every week if you want.” 

“Every week, huh? What, do you have a crush on me, Harrington?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” 

And just like that, they’re laughing again. Relieved, happy, filling their little bubble with joy and sincerity and butterflies. 

Things are moving fast, but Eddie feels that if they went any slower, the world might actually end. 

They don’t kiss that day. 

In fact, it’s past midnight when Steve cradles Eddie’s cheeks outside the door to his apartment, looking at him like he hung the moon. Eddie’s not any better off, he feels. 

“Can I kiss you, Eddie?”

“I’ll bite you if you don’t.” 

Steve hums as he leans and brushes his lips against Eddie’s. It’s a good kiss. Oh, it’s a great kiss. It might just be the best kiss of his life when he feels Steve’s tongue against his lips, and he moans a little as he winds his arms around Steve’s neck, holding him there. Keeping him. 

They kiss lazily, perfectly, for so long that it leaves Eddie a bit dizzy. And when he breaks away to take a breath, Steve leans his forehead against his temple. 

“Goodnight, Eddie,” he whispers. “Thank you for today.” 

Words fail him, so he just nods before pulling Steve in again by the back of his neck, kissing him some more. Because how in the world could he not? 

“When can I see you again?” he asks, just to be a little pathetic. 

Steve moves the kisses from his lips to his nose, his cheek, his eyelids and up to his forehead, making Eddie glad there’s a locked door behind him. 

“Tomorrow sound good?” 

“Tomorrow sounds perfect,” Eddie breathes. “Best fucking day of the week.” 

Steve laughs and presses one last chaste kiss to his lips. 

“For the record,” Essie says, pulling away from Steve, a bit breathless, “when you say tomorrow, you mean today, right?” 

And Steve pauses. Steps away from Eddie. “I can’t believe I like a guy who thinks the day is over at midnight.” 

Eddie would laugh at that, but… “You like me, huh?” 

“Very much. Thought that was obvious what with the kissing and the handholding and the whole speech thing we had going on earlier.” 

Eddie is too giddy to retort and he’s only mildly petrified when he actually giggles, darting forward for another kiss. “Goof. Goodnight, Stevie. Now leave before I do something stupid like inviting you in.” 

“Oh yeah, we wouldn’t wanna do that. You’d end up seeing all my tattoos and spontaneously combust. I can’t bear that kind of responsibility.” 

“Your— Steve!” But the man is already retreating, walking backwards to watch Eddie as he laughs, giving a silly little wave that has no business being so cute. “Get your ass back here,” Eddie hisses as loud as he dares, aware of the time and the fact that his neighbours will be asleep already. And that’s not even mentioning Chrissy. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.” 

“Will you show me your tats then?” 

“What? Sorry, I suddenly can’t hear you anymore, you’re so far away.” Asshole. Beautiful fucking asshole who kisses so good that Eddie’s still leaning against the door. He hates him. So much. They’re gonna have a spring wedding. 

Tomorrow finds Eddie outside of Steve’s door, fighting both nerves and a big smile as he knocks. Seconds later, the door sweeps open with a flourish and Steve is on the other side, smirking at him, looking so damn put together that Eddie falters a bit. 

“So rude of you to turn up your damn charm, Harrington.” 

“Only for you, Munson,” Steve says, taking Eddie’s hand and pulling him inside. “Only for you.” 

Eddie steps into his personal space and kicks the door shut gently. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m charmed. What’cha gonna do about it, big boy?” 

Steve hums, bringing his hands up to Eddie’s neck. “Think I’m gonna kiss it better, see if that helps.” 

And then he does. He pulls Eddie in, closing what little space was left between them and takes his breath away with a long, gentle, intimate kiss. 

“God,” Eddie breathes against his lips, his own hands landing in Steve’s hair, which earns him another hum. 

“Yup.” 

God, he’s so lame. 

“So,” Eddie says with one last kiss to Steve’s lips. And then another. And another. “Show me your tats?” 

Steve laughs and leads the way further into the apartment. It’s nothing like Eddie expected. Sure, it’s tidy and clean, because Steve just seems like the kind of guy who folds his laundry immediately and takes his dishes to the sink instead of letting them pile up or soak. But there are posters on the wall, there are little figurines and fairy lights lining the shelves, pictures of Steve and a girl that looks vaguely familiar. So many pictures actually, of Steve and the girl and other people, laughing and blurry at times, testaments of good times. 

They make Eddie smile a bit. Fucking sunny boy Steve, alright. 

Steve and Eddie end up talking for a while first, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and some stupidly delicious cupcakes. 

“Robbie made those.” 

“Your roommate best friend? The one with the fear of needles or something?” 

“The one and only,” Steve laughs. “She has a little bakery down the street, actually. Used to stress bake half her life before she turned it into a business. The night before her finals in high school, she made three cakes and dour batches of, like, three different types of cookies. She aced her finals, of course.” 

“Of course,” Eddie grins, taking another bite of the cupcake. He’ll have to stay with Steve just to get his hands on more of these, damn. Chrissy is coming with him to get more tomorrow, he decides.

“I also told her you chose her favourite little angel and she wants to marry you now. Except, I reminded her that you’re a man and she, very respectfully, passes.” 

“Shame.” 

“Very. Guess now you’re stuck with me.” 

“Damn. The hardship,” Eddie sighs with all the drama lessons he ever had in his life, and it makes Steve chuckle as he takes his hand. They stare at each other for a moment or two, just soaking up the smell of coffee and their respective smiles. 

The moment ends when Steve raises his hand to his lips and presses a kiss to his knuckles before rising to his feet and tugging him along into his room. Eddie zones out for a bit just watching Steve move in his space, talking about something that Eddie doesn’t really comprehend because he’s busy staring as Steve takes of his shirt, and— 

Oh. 

They’re wings. 

Steve has wings. Four of them, and they’re like mandalas. Intricate little things, but when Eddie takes a closer look, trailing his hand along Steve’s warm skin, he can’t help but notice that the lines are a bit like smoke. They don’t seem to follow any pattern or direction, and up close, they don’t look like wings. Up close they look like disjointed, wonky lines. Like a freestyle tattoo, almost absentminded in its ink.

They’re beautiful, covering Steve’s whole back, mixing fine line patterns with stronger, thicker, almost aggressive lines. Eddie could stare for hours, tracing the abstract lines, trying to figure them out and giving up with the fondest fascination. 

And that’s how they find themselves in Steve’s bed, shirtless, Steve lying down on his front, his head placed comfortably on his folded arms. Eddie is straddling his legs, moving his hands up and down Steve’s back, which turns into a light massage and Steve purrs underneath his touch. 

There’s nothing sexual about this — and not just because they’re both sort of ace. It’s just tender. Trusting. Gentle. 

Steve’s shoulders, his chest the insides of his upper arms, they’re all covered in tattoos. All rather abstract versions of common motifs. There are monsters, too, and it’s like someone turned Lovecraftian storytelling into a tattoo machine and used Steve as a canvas. Eddie somehow has no doubt that Steve designed most of these together with Robin or that artist friend Will he mentioned yesterday.

He wants to ask, wants to understand, wants to know it all. But words don't belong in this moment, so Eddie keeps up the gentle motions of his hands. Soon, Steve is falling asleep under his hands and Eddie joins him after a while. They’re wrapped around each other, comfortable, without a care in the world. It’s rather perfect. 

And if you ask Eddie years down the line, he’ll say that this is the moment he knew he could very well fall in love with Steve Harrington. In fact, he’s already on his way there. 

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okay whew, we are done? i think? maybe? there might be a buckingham part to this at some point, but if y'all have anything you wanna see in this verse, i'm open to being pestered very kindly and patently please i am quite literally on the verge of an anxiety attack rn)

thank you @ everyone who was even mildly enthusiastic about this little thing, you 12 people have my whole heart 🤍🌷🥹

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[fountainpenguin]

I think Sam and Jazz may have been switched at birth. Sam has Maddie's violet eyes as well as Jack's black hair and eyes without pupils. Both Pamela and Jeremy have pupils, like Jazz, and Jazz has Pamela's eye and hair colour. As for being in different grades, Sam could have been held back for rebellious behaviour, or mollycoddled by her overprotective "parents" (à la Marlin from "Finding Nemo"). What do you think?

If a black-haired man and a light-haired woman managed to have children with both black and red hair, the genetics have been called into question from the start. These are our options:

Jack is not Jazz’s father

Maddie had her with a ginger man

Jazz is adopted and Maddie isn’t her mom

Jack and Danny both have red/brown hair and dye theirs black

Jazz’s real hair color is brown but she dyes it a natural shade of red

We lampshade this with an argument about cartoon scientists messing with their kids’ eumelanin and pheomelanin levels for entertainment

My assumption is that a boy with ghostly white hair makes a good image, and therefore his human form should have black hair. Thus, we give one parent black hair, and in the interest of avoiding an entirely black-haired family and making them more aesthetically interesting, we ignore reality and substitute our own. As with many aspects of DP, I sigh and write realistic genetics off as something I Can’t Use For Serious Worldbuilding or Headcanons™.

Jazz and Sam being switched at birth does sound like an interesting headcanon, especially if you went through the effort of explaining away the obvious problem with their ages. If you pursue it, I’d like to see.

[pompousbiscuit]

Summer Babe (Winter Version)

Part 1

[SFW] (Hitch x GN!Reader)

{For @odmlevis 'GreetingsFromParadisIsland!Collab'}

{Description: Reader is a sweaty, awkward, movie-obsessed, 'Edge-of-17'-year-old, and questionable-relative of Hannes, co-owner of a tourist trap on the west coast. Summers were always "uneventful and drab", but your opinion is changing upon meeting Hitch, your 21-year-old "co-prisoner" at the gift shop. You're betting on August ending in a blood bath, a slasher coming out of the bushes and bleeding you dry. But, for once, you're hoping you're in the wrong. Instead, you're wishing for Hitch to notice you as something more than a "kid", and for Nile to buzz the fuck off.}

[TW: None for this chapter]

[Word Count: 3595]

{AN: ALL CRITICISMS WELCOME! This is my first time being a lil' "serious" with my posts... Aka, not a complete shitpost, lol. But, that doesn't mean you have to go easy on me, I want it BRUTAL! I wanted a nice&sweet, summertime, 'first love', type of thing. INNOCENCE is the theme here, and I hope you vibe with that. Also, thanks a million to @van-goghs-cypress for giving it a once over and offering some editing tips! You're the bomb because you don't know aot, but you helped anyway. Also, also, title is this Pavement song, lol -Bo}

One of the most notorious lies told by the film industry is, ‘the myth of a fantastic summer vacation’. There were never any musical numbers, flings, rivalries, or life changing adventures that unveiled someone’s true destiny in the heat of the summer. Everything on screen was a complete sham. A sham that made producers millions and gave kids false hope that shattered upon confrontation with reality. Reality being, that summer was, and always would be, uneventful and drab… You would know, you had the prior 17 summers to support your case.

There were the summers spent boiling alive in your humble abode, watching the clock tik until the shady cousin of the holy ghost drove past and, if you could manage to catch it, supplied a cool desert. ‘Homebase’ didn’t have much besides a lazy mutt and your single parent working paycheck to paycheck, and the murky lake festering with blue algae was the farthest from an oasis in the desert of your hometown.

Your grandparents were nice, but their years of retirement left them isolated with shortened fuses. ‘Casa de grandparents’ had an expiration date of about a week, and any second past that would turn every creaky floorboard into eggshells, unfortunately something you had learned firsthand.

Summer camp was perfectly average, and over time the awkward tan lines and mosquito bite scars had become endearing. Though, camp was not on the table anymore, unless you would allow yourself to be subjected to the title of ‘Brat Wrangler’. There was no way you would accept to be overworked for only a horrifying paycheck of 150 bucks.

Too young and inexperienced to work a real job or do anything meaningful, but too old to be reckless and have careless fun… The moral of the story is: fuck growing up.

~

Your uncle Hannes called your darling-of-a parental figure the other day. Well, you say uncle but, you’re not exactly sure how the two of you are related. You could be in laws, maybe a longtime family friend, a distant cousin, or just some guy who happens to know everyone and shows up to every event with his husband Shadis.

Uncle Hannes and Keith, Shadis as you called him, were an odd couple. They met during their time serving, and the story of their ‘romcom-affair’ brought a smile to your face. War buddies with completely opposing personalities turned lovers. Hannes being outgoing and carefree, a floater who bounced around professions and joined the army to acquire so-called ‘inspiration’, and Shadis being an uptight ‘go-getter-, never settling for the bare minimum and always searching for his ‘something’.

Their ‘inspiration’ and ‘something’ seemed to cross paths, with both finding sanctity in owning a plot of land on the west coast that they turned into a tourist trap that followed every film stereotype. Their home was also a gift shop, which was also a campsite, which was also a hiking trail, and also a hellish paradise that you realized you would spend your summer at.

The lengthy call that was being had with the man sparked the gas stove in your stomach, not indigestion, but rather the stove that began to boil your nerves and skepticism. Another handful of suspicions was tossed into the stew as your caregiver’s gaze kept catching your own, slouching posture straightened upright with curiosity. Raising yourself from doughy cushions, you attempted to glide absentmindedly into the kitchen, intending to nosily overhear the back-and-forth chatter.

The fridge you left open for how-long was promptly shut, leading you to raise an eyebrow at your guardian’s ecstatic expression. Oh no, they’re wearing that look…

“I’ve got news! I know you’ve been bummed because of camp no longer being an option; you give them your money for 10 years and all they do is offer to basically put your kid through ‘child labor’…

A shake of their head ends their mumbling trail of thought,

“Anyway, you won’t be slumming around here anymore!”

...what?

“What?”

“You already know who I was on the phone with, so I won’t even entertain myself by asking you to ‘guess’. Uncle Hannes wants you to spend the summer with him and Uncle Keith, and they even offered you a job at the shop! Isn’t that a relief?”

“But- I don’t know if-”

“You leave next Friday, so I recommend you start packing. I’ll get to making dinner.”

The words fired out of your parent’s mouth at rapid pace, leaving you unable to offer anything but stuttering words and a gaping mouth as they shoved you out of the kitchen, heels squeaking against the linoleum.

Well, you have something to do, you guess. A job, but you fail to see how camp was ‘child labor’ and this isn’t… You blame nepotism and its confusing nature.

~

So far, you’re really failing to see how this is any better.

The flight was rickety and cramped, and being an unaccompanied minor didn’t spice it up at all. The 2006 banger of a Christmas film lied to you, like everything else.

At around 3:15 pm, Hannes met you at the gate while you met his bear-hug of an embrace. ‘Well, at least one thing seems to be like the movies’, was your first thought when you caught a glance at your chariot, aka, Hannes’s wood paneled station wagon.

Whether it was the concerning noises of the car, the jammed cd player that ceaselessly played one Billy Joel album on repeat, or Hannes easily making conversation by telling various family stories, the drive never allowed for one moment of silence.

After winding down various backroads that reminded you of quite a few serial-killer-thrillers and paranormal-horrors, “My Life” fizzled out for the third time as you arrived at your destination, jetlagged and ravenous.

You relinquished a sigh as Hannes put the car in park, only to give a confused glance to the older man as he engaged in a ferocious battle with the ignition; after many jerks and tugs, the metal beast loosened its vice grip, one akin to Excalibur’s rock, on Hannes’s keys.

The slamming of the car trunk and doors worsened your headache, but the surprisingly breathable air soothed it. You helped Hannes with your luggage that consisted of a backpack and a duffle bag that is suspiciously similar to a body bag. The waxy water-resistant material and its impressive size could make a good transportation unit for a rotting corpse, but you doubt the frayed handles would do a methodical murderer’s hands any favors. Where did your parent buy this? Was the local funeral home having a tag sale?

“Keith! Look who I dug up out of the cemetery thanks to [caregiver name]! They’re a few sizes bigger now, but I still think they can fit in the oven. What do you think?”

Oh Hannes, he’s still ‘hilarious’ as ever… Also, he’s somehow continuing your mental conversation consisting of dead bodies. Anyway, with the rustic surroundings and seemingly deserted area, you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if they dragged you here for a gourmet meal of ‘sweaty teenager’.

“Very funny Hannes, but I’ll be sure to grab the salt and pepper.”

Stepping out onto the porch of a cabin that is desperately in need of a roof repair, Shadis lets the exceptionally squeaky screen door ‘thwack!’ shut behind him. Hands on hips, muddy boots firmly planted on dark wood planks, and the hint of a smirk invading a stoic expression. Though Shadis was ever the deadpan, he obviously softened his ass after spending his years with Hannes. The joke was that he’s a hard ass, not… Even mentally your words never come out right.

“I sure hope you plan on using more seasoning than that, I think I’d taste fairly bland otherwise. I’m thinking of some basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary, maybe some adobo… Do spices even exist here anyway?”

A scratchy and hearty laughter developed in Hannes’s gut and carried out of his throat, echoing amongst the redwoods and pines that shielded the clearing. Keith allowed a scarce grin to grace his features, a quirk of his firmly pressed lips along with an audible ‘hmph’. The couple is evidently amused by you, and you allow their wordless praise to take a beeline for your ego. After a momentary pause, it is Shadis who pipes up first.

“Alright smart ass, you think you could put that charisma into persuading customers? We… like you and all, but we both know you weren’t so-graciously invited to our neck of the woods to play scrabble and go fishing on the weekends. Your visitation could be mutually beneficial, or mutually aggravating. So, what’s it gonna be kid?”

Shadis is, unsurprisingly, still Shadis, and there really isn’t a point in taking note of this non-revelation.

“Could you maybe stop talking like you’re from Married to the Mob for one second? Or here, I’ll play into your schtick:”

You proceed with a rendition of a ‘1980s-interpretation-of-a-goofy-italian-mobster’.

“I have no option but to cooperate, well, if you’re not counting bitching and moaning. I accept your proposition to work the counter, and I think we can accomplish great things together, incredible things. Okay, enough with that. I am getting scharole, right?”

It was a rather pitiful attempt, but it seems to get the point across, as Shadis is trying to smother another surfacing grin.

Hannes grazes the back of his hand over his face to superficially remove the sweat drops that have collected around his brow line; your body-bag-luggage is officially out of the car and by your feet, thanks to him. Your own personal bellhop proceeds to answer your prior question with a throaty chuckle and a snarky quip.

“Yes kiddo, of course we’re paying you- I see you about to object, Keith, don’t even try it. Just try not to be a fannullone. I too have seen “The Sopranos”, and every other movie or show from the genre in existence, thanks to Keith.”

The bald man, like the stray dog he is, bares his canines at his lighthearted partner. But Hannes, being the eternally loving owner he is, disregards the threatening action, and instead, cheekily smiles in return.

Keith and his mob movies, of course! How could you forget the many marathons featuring Marlon Brando and the multiple discussions about Goodfellas! You knew there was a reason Shadis was a smidge more partial to you, you had just forgotten what that reason was, and now you remember other information relating to your realization…

“Doi, I just remembered! TCM is playing The Untouchables all weekend, if you’d like to join me, I’ll be readjusting to my sofa crease and hogging your century-old-television.”

A roll of his eyes and a quick scoff.

“You mean my sofa crease. In case you’ve forgotten, it’s been a few years, and other asses have christened your spot, better asses, including my own. Welcome to ‘Shag Carpet City’ you slacker, enjoy the aches and pains during your stay.”

You’re appalled, not really, but enough for it to show. Brows pulled down and mouth acting as a hotel for passer-by-bugs. You wear your disbelief well enough to pull a real laugh from Keith, the spot-stealing-devil himself.

Hannes takes great amusement from this exchange and responds accordingly, bellying out a laugh before connecting his palm, a bit harshly, but you know he means well, to your shoulder. Your body rocks a bit, the impact of his warm palm shocking you out of your slouch.

Giggles escape the blonde man for a few more seconds, and a signature finger rests under his nose during a quick sniffle. Hannes settles down, but his ease is cut off when a metaphorical lightbulb dings above his head.

“Oh yeah, speaking of slackers… Hey, Hitch! Come Meet Your New Co-Worker!”

You hear a cluster of muffled sounds coming from inside the rickety cabin; a distant yell of ‘One Sec!’, a crash and knock that possibly signified multiple falling objects, a few light stomps, and a few muffled curses along with an exaggerated yawn. Well, speaking of refreshing things, the air doesn’t seem to be the only thing doing it for you.

She was tall, or maybe not even tall, but rather, long. Her limbs seemed to go on forever, with long legs sporting white and red knee-high socks, and slender feet snug in ‘what-used-to-be-white’ high tops. Though she looked great in them, the knee-highs seemed to suit a more practical use, as stray mosquito bites and spiky stubbles of darker leg hair poked from the tops. A gray and white baseball shirt hung over the waistband of her, grass-stained, blue jean cut-off shorts. The wrinkled sleeves of her shirt stopped at her elbows, and signs of the summer heat seeped around the neckline in the form of musky sweat. Rather than any sign of a grimace, you only found those little details ruggedly, and effortlessly, attractive.

Her ashy blonde hair was so, so fluffy, maybe the softest looking hair you’ve ever seen, and it curled and waved at various angles around her face while cupping her jawline. Hazel green eyes seemed to deliciously burn everything they laid on, searing your own skin from just a glance. Pink lips were plump, yet chapped, and seemed to be saturated with an artificially flavored wax; a flavor you were just dying to figure out some-way, some-how. Last but not least, her sun-tanned skin, a golden color with hints of pink that signified hours spent in the sweltering heat of the outdoors, tightly tied a perfect red bow around everything lovely about Hitch.

You could already think of 10 films that her palette of colors would suit perfectly, and you can already imagine what style of filmography would highlight her beauty the most. Lost in your daydream of writing, directing, producing, and filming a trilogy of heart wrenching and breathtaking films that would debut at Sundance, you didn’t even realize your proclaimed-muse-&-headlining-actress was addressing you.

Fuck, what did she say? She’s looking inquisitively, could be out of confusion or concern or maybe she asked you something, maybe?

‘She can raise her brow AND look completely adorable while doing so? Can God give me a boombox already?’

You’re practically dying to play Peter Gabriel out her window at four am and possibly comfort her after her father is arrested for…stealing old people’s money? Maybe not the second half…

Wow, you still haven’t said anything! But as you awkwardly shuffle your feet and itch your dry palm, it seems like you’ve come to the conclusion that you should, MUST, blame the jetlag.

After deciding your first words to the beautiful stranger will be a safe bet of a lie, you clear your throat before allowing your pupils to be scorched by her own.

“Hey, eh, sorry! Y’know, the jetlag has really uh… It shook my brain around, for sure… What I mean is; I missed what you said, and I’d be forever in your debt if you could rewind the tape for me.”

She may have physically stumbled into things on her way outside, but you beat Hitch by a mile with how you stumbled into your words. Thankfully, she seems to be as forgiving as she is pretty, understanding your dramatic sarcasm and ‘rewinding-the-tape’ just like you asked.

“Nah, I get it, you’re good. I mean, I’ve never flown, so I can’t exactly sympathize… But I have heard that flying can like, totally fuck you up for a few days. I see you glaring ‘swear-police’, my apologies for trying to be casual.”

Her tone becomes charismatically sarcastic upon calling out Hannes, rolling eyes directed towards a raised hand and parted lips, dismissing his ploy of interruption before he could enact. Quickly dropping her annoyed façade, Hitch offers Hannes an apologetic smile before returning her attention to you.

“I said my name is Hitch, and then asked for yours. I also asked where these geezers ‘recruited’ you from.”

Introducing yourself as Hannes’s ‘somehow-relative’, you give her your name with a smile, and you almost collapse on-site when she tests it out with a mumble. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard (that/those) familiar syllable(s) said so fluidly, and you’re desperate to find any way possible to hear her say it again.

Upon revealing your place of origin, Hitch’s brows rocket up her forehead, surprised how far you’ve journeyed just to receive a measly paycheck, and to possibly swallow a few bugs by accident.

“Wow, how the hell did you end up here? Hope you won’t be lumbering around here all Night of the Living Dead like because of that jetlag. Customers do like the service to be obnoxiously lively, after all. So, just be a little more on your toes for the weekend rush, okay?”

Her teasing tone gives you goosebumps that juxtapose the one-thousand-degree weather that blankets the state of Oregon, and you gladly accept the wink she offers to you with a red-hot flush on your face. You can’t tell if she’s one to throw broadly known references around willy-nilly, or if she’s a connoisseur of classic zombie films. You make up your mind and proceed to tell the game show host in your head that you’ll take the double-or-nothing, solidifying your bet on Hitch being the ‘zombie-movie-expert’ of your dreams.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be more 28 Days Later about my zombie-ism. Y’know, still dead, but terrifyingly energetic.”

Her attractiveness is apparently limitless, because not only does she understand your reference, but she’s absolutely glowing at your wit.

“Ah, looks like you’ve snagged a pop-culture-geek for dinner, good on you Hannes! Maybe you’ll actually acquire a taste for decent movies by the time we’re finished.”

You’d usually pay attention to Hannes’s features, there’s more offense dripping off his face than sweat, but Hitch’s giggle is too throaty and cynical to not be the center of your attention.

You, on the other hand, do not question the second implication of being a meal or, take any offense to her comment about you being a ‘geek’. ‘Geek’ is already a label you’ve worn proudly for years, but you can also sense the endearment she laced in the usage.

How could you be falling even harder and faster than before? Is this what Cameron felt when he saw Bianca? Or Samantha with Jake Ryan, or Ronald with Cindy, or Angela Chase with Jordan Catalano, or James with Em, or-

‘You're going overboard with the references, just stop being roundabout and admit that it's love at first sight.’

Shifting the emotion on his features, Hannes prepares his own snarky response to his challenging employee.

“Well, you better hit the books girly, because (y/n) here has all those fun little facts and tidbits filed away on standby. Get ready to meet your maker over these next few weeks, Ha!”

Flinching as rough hands grab your shoulders, Hannes seems to be your boxing coach, shaking you while squeezing, hyping you up for a match. The proud aura that radiates off him, and even Shadis, is fueling your ego like an endless oil well in the ground below you.

Lids lower and lips curl, Hitch is plenty pleased with this discovery, and the little worker in her brain taking a note is almost visible.

“Well then, you better prep your flashcards and get ready to hand out the recommendations. If you’re as good as this alchy says you are, I’ll be bugging you almost every day.”

Oh, you can’t wait.

“But yeah, I have to clock out early. Dad’s buggin’ me about dinner, or whatever… See ya!”

A roaring exclamation from Keith is fired at Hitch, who’s running off towards a pale-yellow bicycle with a wicker basket that’s chained up around a rotting wood post. A booming voice shouts demands and obscenities towards the blonde girl, but they bounce off Hitch’s carefree armor with ease. You’re sure she’s not stupid, so she must have guts and no fear for her life if she’s bailing an hour before her shift ends. Blood vessels are seconds away from bursting, leading Hannes to direct his partner back inside before he has to try and assist him with writing a last minute will.

Strolling over to an appropriate distance from Hitch, you rest your forearm on moss covered bark, pursing your lips in uncertainty. Deft fingers with neatly groomed, naked nails, fiddle with a frayed helmet strap around her pointed chin, and brush loose hairs under the hard plastic. Even after how many minutes it’s been, you’re not certain if she’s really in front of you, existing in the same reality as you.

The movies always lie, you know the expectations set by them are never to be followed, that even documentaries are riddled with hints of exaggeration and falsities.

So, why do you feel like a mediocre lead who’s enamored with the far too perfect girl-next-door?

In the sun, her eyes seem to match the maple leaves above your heads, a lighter, softer green, with yellow veins running in webs under the surface. Seated on her bike, Hitch kicks up the stand and rides closer to you before breaking.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, co-prisoner. Also, you're leaning on a tree with like, a million harvester ants on it. I suggest backing away slowly and running to a shower!”

You hear laughter when you jump and shake your arm rapidly, brushing your hands down your attire to possibly flick off any stragglers.

With a ring of the handlebar bell, Hitch bikes off towards the dirt road, disappearing into the trees, sounds from scraping tires fading off into the afternoon.

Those words that maybe made you go "whaaa?":

{Fannullone; slacker , bum , loafer}

{Scharole; money, cash}

{THANK YOU AGAIN!!!! AHHH THIS IS WEIRD!!!!}

[thedeathdeelers]

Trevor doesn’t remember when he first starts thinking of his bandmates again. His dead bandmates, that is, and just thinking the word dead makes him want to curl into the fetal position all over again like when he was seventeen. He thinks he starts remembering them when a decade has passed and Carrie is born. He was twenty-seven and there was this little baby with big eyes and small pink fingernails in his arms, when he thinks ‘She’ll never get to meet her uncles.’ He doesn’t cry then, but it’s almost as if his baby girl can feel his sadness because she starts screaming in his arms and it's enough of a distraction that he rocks her to sleep without thinking of the boys again that day.

He keeps them locked away in the back of his mind for the better part of five years until kindergarten rolls around and little Carrie with her curly pigtails and glittery Hello Kitty backpack comes home excitedly talking about her new best friends.

“Daddy, they are so cool! Flynn has dinosaur stickers and she gave me one. See!” She points to the top of her right hand where there’s a green pterodactyl cartoon sticker firmly slapped on. “And Julie has this huge purple crayon and she let me use it to write my name!”

At first, he’s beyond excited. His little girl made friends on her first day, which shouldn’t have been such a surprise now that he thinks about it since she has always been a little go-getter. Still, he ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ at the right moments as she talks his ear off about her new friends. By the end of the first week, Carrie has decided she wants to invite her best friends over for a small back to school party with just them and lots of pizza. She reminds Trevor three times Friday night not to forget that Flynn likes Hawaiian pizza and Julie likes orange Fanta best, and that he should become best friends with their parents because she’s decided they are all going to grow up and live together.

He laughs and a twinge of ache in his chest reminds him for a moment of a time when he was younger, not as young as Carrie maybe but just as naive. He remembers for a second flashes of running around playing tag at the park and scrapping the top of his thumb’s skin off. He still has the scar.

He can still remember Alex pulling a Batman sticker out of his pocket and taking him to the public restrooms to clean the cut. Alex the worrier, even at twelve, rambling about getting the cut infected and the proper way to tie his shoes and doesn’t he ever think about where he’s walking.

“Bobby! Oh my god, please tell me you don’t need stitches!” He can remember floppy blonde hair and blue eyes and gasping breaths. “Don’t tell me it doesn’t hurt, you idiot, your eyes are watering.”

“Maybe I’m just mesmerized by your beauty, dude,” he can hear himself replying to try and ease the rigid shoulders and deep frown on his friend’s face. “Really, man, I’m fine. Just a little blood.”

“Let’s just get you to a bathroom and wash it off, okay?” But Alex had been hiding his eye roll and curling lips and his shoulders no longer made him look like an awkwardly hanging scarecrow. It was enough to make him forget his thumb was throbbing and dripping blood.

The scrape is deep enough that it bleeds for a while into the sink, he can still picture the reddish water as it goes down the drain. He and Alex had met in the back of their sixth grade English class, Alex was shy and constantly biting his nails while he was just trying to catch a nap without getting in trouble. They’d bonded over a mutual silent agreement: Bobby held Alex’s hand under the desk when he had to read aloud in class and Alex would nudge him with the right answer when the teacher would call him in the middle of a power nap.

“Gatsby is gay,” he can remember Alex whispering to him when Miss Augustine had called him one time in class. He remembers repeating it without a second thought and realizing only seconds later what the fuck he had just said. He remembers wanting to turn to Alex because he knows there’s something important in the interpretation for his friend. He knows it by how Alex sometimes stares at that soccer player, Gabriel, who sits two rows in front of them. He knows by how Alex turns red when the guy notices him staring and the anxious way he strums a beat with his fingers. He wishes he could turn to him and say he accepts him no matter who he loves without saying it because he knows Alex isn’t ready for that discussion yet. But they’re in class so instead he turns to his best friend and gives him an overly exasperated look, hoping it conveys how he has no idea how he’s going to dig himself out of this one but Miss Augustine had smiled and just went about her lesson.

They never talk about it but a few days later, when he plops his copy of the book onto Alex’s desk before class he smiled and says, “You were right. Daisy was totally a beard. Nick and Gatsby were totally in love.” And reading shitty Fitzgerald - who stole more than half of the amazing work written and attributed to him from his wife Zelda, and as a feminist Bobby knows that’s just some misogynistic bullshit he cannot tolerate even for a school grade - is all worth it. Because Alex looks at him with a look of pure joy that makes him feel like he just scored an extra carton of strawberry milk at lunch (and that’s immense happiness because everyone loves that’s pink milk.)

He’s thinking about the park with a bloody thumb when he hears the doorbell and goes to answer it. And suddenly all the excitement of meeting his daughter’s new friends leaves his body as a chill kisses his spine. Nothing prepares him for seeing the girl from the Orpheum staring at him with a taller, blue-eyed man who must be her husband. His eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open, What are you doing here? He wants to ask. Are you a ghost? But before he can, he feels Carrie wiggle her way past him and leap into two pairs of arms. He can just make out black, thick boxer braids, deep brown skin, and a bright mint feather boa above Carrie’s head and he knows he’s just met Flynn. The other arm wrapped around his daughter is attached to a girl slightly smaller than both of them, a huge mass of curls making her appear their height with light brown skin and a wrist covered in macaroni jewelry. And that must be Julie, which means, he looks up to see the parents in front of him - the girl from the Orpheum is her mother and he’s never going to be able to forget that night again.

“Flynn’s parents asked us to take her because they were running late for a dinner reservation they had scheduled months in advance. I hope you don’t mind just us,” the man says with a friendly smile as he reaches his hand out. “I’m Ray Molina and this is my wife, Rose.”

Rose, Trevor thinks as he briefly thinks back on that fateful night. Size beautiful, he can practically see Reggie handing her their band’s t-shirt. He can almost feel Luke leaning his arm against his shoulder and telling her that he’d had a burger for lunch. He didn’t even have to look to know Alex was rolling his eyes at how bad his flirting game was. It was like losing them all over again, only he couldn’t; this was his daughter’s day and he couldn’t wallow in pity. He has to host, so he reaches his trembling hand out and offers the best smile he could offer.

“Hi Ray,” he turns to his wife. “Rose,” he nods and watches as her polite smile fades into a softer one, a genuine one, “I’m Trevor.”

She doesn’t correct him on his name. She doesn’t even look to be affected to be honest, until Trevor leads them inside and she sees some of his awards on the walls. Ray is busy helping to serve the pizza and soda for the girls and it leaves him alone with Rose. She doesn’t mention the award for ‘Now or Never’ new hit single on the Billboard 100 or its being #1 on VH1. Rose doesn’t have to, all she has to do is look at him and Trevor feels himself turning back into the scared kid who showed up at the hospital screaming about his friends. Screaming to the nurses who told him he wasn’t looking for a hospital room, he was looking for the ID numbers of bodies at the morgue. He gives her a slight head shake, as if to plead with her not to bring it up. She nods, but he feels his guilt grow heavier as she leans up to gently smear a line across his name TREVOR WILSON next to the title for up-and-coming artist.

It’s Carrie with her signature giggle and yell that makes them head for the kitchen. “Daddy, can you come sit down! Before we eat we have a surprise!”

They walk in to find Ray sitting amusedly at the dinner table. He beckons them to sit down with him and Trevor can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of him. The girls have obviously gotten into his stage makeup and Carrie, Julie, and Flynn are wearing matching bright red lipstick and glitter on their cheeks. Flynn is sashaying with her boa as Julie holds Carrie’s pink one, and Carrie has her hand on her hip as she strikes a pose before snapping her fingers and triggering the sound system. ‘Barbie Girl’ by Aqua starts blaring in through the speakers and the three adults share a look. Should they turn off the song? It is highly inappropriate. But to do that would mean having to explain why it’s inappropriate and do they really want to ruin a song that as far as their kids are concerned is about Barbie living in her Barbie world?

“Hey!” Carrie yelps and their heads all snap back to the girls pouting at them, “We are trying to give you a concert! Don’t make us waste all of Flynn’s cool moves!”

“Okay okay,” he shakes his head, “Don’t you have more cool moves to show us, Care?”

“No,” his daughter gives him a dead serious face, “we have limited choreography.” She says it with such a puff of dismay and sass that Trevor can’t help but let out the loudest laugh he has in a while. There’s no way Carrie even knows what she’s saying but she must have heard it when he was on the phone with his agent who was arranging his next music video.

The thought pops up before he can squash it, Alex would’ve loved her sass, he would’ve loved to dance with her. But it doesn’t hurt as much, to think of Alex smiling and dancing with glitter everywhere.

It’s not long until Rose and Ray are laughing along too and the three watch the girls spin, twirl, improvise lyrics, and throw their feather boas around long after the pizza has grown cold. - 🌙 (so this is the first bit and each bit shows how I decided to headcanon bobby met the boys in school and remembering them and leads you to rose confronting him and learning about the boys before her death ahhh ok let me know if it’s ok 🙈)

excuse me this is

really good????

more please 😌

[ask-edd]

do you have a favorite song?

((You’ve activated my special interest, I shall now talk about music for way too fucking long

Under the cut cause it’s gonna be long))

So I mentioned here some favorite songs, but since it’s just about 4am and I have nothing better to do, I’ll expand on that list

In no particular order from my fav bands

Fav Sonata Arctica songs 

- Shy - San Sebastian - Wolf & Raven - Kingdom for a Heart - FullMoon - Replica

Fav Autoheart songs (I love literally all of them but I”m not gonna put their entire discography here so here’s some recommendations for if you wanna get into the band yourself)

- Lent - Stalker’s Tango - My Hallelujah - Control - The Sailor Song - Robbing Banks - Anniversary - Agoraphobia - Heartbreaker - Moscow - Foolishly Wrong - Murky Waters

Fav Ghost songs

- I’m a Marionette - Witch Image - Mary on a Cross - Dance Macabre - Kiss the Go-Goat - Rats - Year Zero - Monstrance Clock - Cirice - Square Hammer - He Is

Fav Streetlight Manifesto songs

- Keasbey Nights - One Foot on the Gas, One Foot in the Grave - A Better Place, a Better Time - Everything Went Numb - Point/Counterpoint - We Will Fall Together - Would You Be Impressed?

Fav Red Vox songs

- From the Stars - In the Garden - Job in the City - Back to School - We Had a Little Talk - There She Goes - Atom Bomb

Fav TWRP songs

- The No Pants Dance - Phantom Racer - Life Party - Starlight Brigade - Tactile Sensation - Rock n Roll Best Friends - Body Image - Atomic Karate - The Hit

Fav NSP songs (and covers)

- I Don’t Know What We’re Talking About - Nights on Broadway - Glory of Love - Heart Boner - Orgy for One - First Date - Cool Patrol - Danny Don’t You Know - Three Minutes of Ecstasy  - Pour Some Sugar on Me - In Your Eyes - Don’t Lose My Number - The Decision - Everybody Shut Up (I Have an Erection) - Peppermint Creams - Subdivisions - Rock With You - Road Trip

Fav Richie Branson songs (for those who watch Camp Camp, this is the guy who does all the outro songs from season 2 onwards)

- Not Myself - I, for one, Welcome Our Robot Overlords - Bon Bon Voyage - Underpaid and Overqualified - Outro Outro - Keeper of the Flame - Cult of Personality

Fav Jeff Williams (RWBY) songs

- All that Matters - Lionize - Forever Fall - Bad Luck Charm - All Our Days - Let’s Just Live - Home - Cold - This LIfe is Mine - Like Morning Follows Night - RWBY vs FNKI - Not Fall in Love with You - Red Like Roses Part 1 and 2 - Boop - Shine - This Will Be the Day

Fav Reel Big Fish songs

- Beer - Sell Out - Nothing But a Good Time - Brown Eyed Girl - Everyone Else is an Asshole - Take On Me - Life Sucks... Let’s Dance! - Another FU Song

Fav Living Tombstone songs/remixes

- Drunk - My Ordinary Life - Don’t Tattle on Me - No Mercy  - Epoch - It’s Raining Men - Squid Melody Blue - Dog of Wisdom Remix Blue - Die in a Fire - It’s Been So Long - Five Nights at Freddy’s 1 Song - The Road to El Dorado Remix - Fun Dead Theme - Collecting Cookies - Hampire - Pinkie’s Brew - Good Girl - Mine Turtle - Tom’s Dog - Smile Song - Discord - September 

Fav ABBA songs

- Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) - Voulez-Vous - SOS - Money Money - Super Trouper - Mamma Mia - Take a Chance on Me - Dancing Queen - Knowing Me, Knowing You

Fav Mystery Skulls songs

- Heaven - When I’m With You - The Future - Every Note - Soul on Fire - Freaking Out - Money - Paralyzed - Hellbent - Forever - Magic - Ghost - Losing My Mind

Fav Glass Animals songs

- Toes - Black Mambo - Season 2 Episode 3 - Youth - Gooey - The Other Side of Paradise - Pork Soda - Your Love (Deja Vu)

Fav Saint Motel Songs

- You Can Be You - Move - Van Horn - My Type - Sweet Talk

Fav The Hoosiers songs

- Killer - Goodbye Mr A - Up to No Good - Worried About Ray - A Sadness Runs Through Him

Weird meme-y mashups and bits from Youtube

- Text to Speech by Louie Zong - Korn - Coming Undone But It’s Pony By Ginuwine by William Maranci - U Got That | JJBA Requiem Version (Giorno’s Theme Remix) by Reii-kun - Plastic JoJo - Sono Chi No Future Funk (plastic love+JJBA) by Seventh Sage - Aaron Grooves - Jazzy Note Blocks (Animation vs. Minecraft) by GuckTube YT - Kanye West but make it Disney by John Fassold - Sober Black Horse - KT Tunstall vs Evanescence (Mashup) by oneboredjeu Mashup - Scanty & Kneesocks’ Absolute Territory, This WIll Be the Fighting Gold, Lone Friends on the Wild Side, and CARAMELLGASSIN’ by Triple-Q

rq special mention to a few AMVs everyone should see - Anime’s Got Talent - Edited with JazzsVids & ReplayStudios by AmvLuna  - Speedwagon Slamjam (AWA Pro 2015 Best Action) - JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure AMV by irriadin - Hero AMV (Ultimate Cartoon Tribute) by Writermist - Spirit Never Dies Anime AMV by Rajiv Andrade 

And then some random favs

- 12 Feet Deep by The Front Bottoms - Set On You (Life in Toronto) by Billy’s Bones) - Naked and Love the Way You Move by Slightly Left of Centre - She’s So High by Tal Bachman - Dangerous by LEFT BOY - I Don’t Wanna Be in Love by Good Charlotte - Wild Side by ALI - In the End, Crawling, Papercut, Numb, Breaking the Habit, New Divide, and What I’ve Done by Linkin Park - Picture Frames and Everything Falls Apart by rei brown - Romeo and Juliet, Sex in the City, Peach Scone, and Creve Coeur 1 by Hobo Johnson - Kangaroo Court by Capital Cities - Campfire Light by Tequila & The Sunrise Gang - Cola Song by INNA - Here Comes the Hotstepper (Remix) by Baby & Me - Bruises by Fox Stevenson - Shut up and Dance by WALK THE MOON - Applejack, Feed Me with Your Heart, Lullaby for a Princess, and The Moon Rises by Ponyphonic - Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer - So Good by Bratz - Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey - Amhran Na Farraige by Lisa Hannigan - A Moment of Silence by Dan P - Rockefeller Street (New Nightcore) by Getter Jaani - Broken Record, 15 Reading Homestuck on the Internet, and Chamomile by atlas - Thumbnail by Louie Zong - Baby Hotline by Jack Stauber - Hey Jealousy by Gin Blossoms (and the cover by Hit the Lights) - Spirit Never Die by Masterplan - Magnum Bullets by Night Runner - Tonight by Vague003 (and the original Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler) - Hoodie by Hey Violet - Worst in Me by Unlike Pluto - A Night to Forget and Too Tired to Run by Cain’s Offering - Private Eye by Alkaline Trio - Karma and I’m Ready by AJR - Sorry Haha I Fell Asleep, Passing Papers, and Putting a Spin on Never Ever Getting Rid of Me by Egg - Cannibal by Tally Hall - interlude IV (Showtime) by Zach Callison - Scarborough Fair by Super Guitar Bros - Misery Business by Skatune Network - The Less I Know the Better by Tame Impala - Relatively by Faded Paper Figures - Schizophrenia, Under My Skin, and Victoria by Jukebox the Ghost

[dayvmattt]

chapter one of MANIFESTO

PSST!

Any resemblance to individuals ruling or ruled should be taken with a grain of salt. All of the events he has described herein that actually happened, actually happened, though he has made changes to the chronology and factuality.

Force majeure, bitches.

1 BISCUITS

Truth be told, this document isn’t a manifesto. It’s an unfinished manifesto. Certain demographics don’t seem to expect genuinely completed and tested products anymore. For example, people purchase and play video games still in their Alpha stages of development. The pharmaceutical companies put aside vast sums in the event that one of their rushed products, which usually treats a designer ailment, causes death or severe complications to both patients and investors. Everything is rushed now. Why should books be any different? Is this the first unfinished book you ever purchased? He doubts it.

He has, thus far, lived what he would characterize as an interesting life. Of course, his journey isn’t necessarily more or less interesting than yours, but it has been interesting enough. And to be sure, much of what he finds interesting about his own experience is similarly experienced by the vast majority of individuals who grew up middle class in big city Ontario. So, while interesting, his various experiences are not entirely unique.

He was born in Toronto. His pre-pubes-youth was youthy. When he was four or five he’d wake up well before Saturday morning cartoons were on TV to watch The AG Report; a weekly hour-long recap of the exciting world of Canadian agribusiness. He wasn’t obsessed with the world of agriculture; he just woke up early. He played Mario and Duck Hunt in his basement bedroom and met the gang from the neighborhood for road hockey and to get into mischief. He went through trading card and comic book phases, and he may have hit his brother in the head with a hammer. Life before high school was fine. 

High School is when social constructs and expectations from peers really kick into gear.

He attended Catholic school because his family did and he liked the idea of wearing a uniform. He just didn’t give a fuck about fashion. His peers could still, and did, judge him based on his shoes, backpack, hell, even lunch quality, but having to wear a uniform reduced the number of ways he could be judged; especially from afar.

During high school, he did not attend one dance and he didn’t go to his graduation ceremony.

High school seemed, at the time, to be so complicated (it was sexless and awkward) and often wretched, but looking back he is convinced that it was pretty god damn normal. He’s got plenty of stories to tell, that is true, but the stuff he wrote back then is embarrassingly bad. Really horrible. He is consoled by the fact that a lot of people are also embarrassed about what they wrote when they were young and angsty teens. That said, he does not regret writing when he was young.

With high school checked off the to-do list he moved to Ottawa to get university over with.

University is when resistance to social constructs and expectations from society really kick into gear.

During half a decade of university he smoked grass, read Marx, made music, shot street, hated everyone, and saw ghosts in line for the bathroom in the techno room. He also did some studying and graduated with a degree in Political Science, a minor in History, and a concentration in Comparative Politics. He didn’t attend his graduation ceremony.

University was, at the time, so lonely (it was sexless), but when he thinks back, that free and easy life was pretty good. There are plenty of stories to be told, that is true, but most of the stuff he wrote back then was straight up shite. Really horrible stuff. Idealistic hogwash heaped atop self-absorbed nonsense. He is consoled by the fact that he is sure this is true of many his age thinking about what was written when they were young adults slowly coming to terms with the fact that their entitled lives were soon entering a new and more demanding stage. He does not regret writing when he was a young adult.

With a new degree, he moved out of his apartment in Ottawa and back to his mom’s in Toronto.

There is something to be said about cocaine use among a number of his Toronto friends at the time, but, cocaine is really boring so let’s move on. Within a few weeks of being back in Toronto hanging out with pals who were coke curious, a friend of his called him up from Seoul, Korea.

He’d called to find out if he wanted to teach at the English academy he was employed at. His pitch was simple and his questions were few. He didn’t even ask for time to think about it. He figured, what the hell, and seven sleeps after speaking with his friend he was on a flight to Seoul and a life of expatitude. That was 2002.

The career that ‘should’ have materialized after university hadn’t materialized. Truth be told, moving to Korea offered him the opportunity to game the system for quite some time.

If you are content earning a couple grand a month, and it allows for a generally comfortable standard of living, it’s easy to just ignore a career. Nevertheless, more than a decade has passed and he is still always without savings and his debts aren’t any less daunting. He doesn’t necessarily lament the fact that he didn’t figure out a career path earlier in life, but there certainly are increasing levels of anxiety and stress that arise whenever he gives the subject some thought. Not everyone is a go-getter.

He is currently a stay at home dad who mildly enjoys it. If nothing changes his tombstone will read “Should have been more successful”.

It is certainly refreshing that more and more people are giving serious thought about drug policy and the negative effect that the criminalization of narcotics is having on society.

Egalitarian shifts cannot truly begin until society comes to a much more open attitude toward narcotics and resists the urge to wage war on them.

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[des-shinta]

Des, big fan of your videos especially the toku ones, besides gu and the second runner, what do you consider among your fave games, also is there any episodes of linkara’s Hopr that you consider your fave

Well I’ve actually reviewed a Number of them to date.

Persona 4 got high on the list after I got a chance to play it.

Final Fantasy 10 is my favorite of that franchise, even though I’ve thrown in the towel on doing more Square Enix games.

the Onimusha Trilogy rates highly with me; there’s a reason I started my review show doing those.

Megaman Battle Networks 3 and 6 (I swear I’m still working to get a review of 3 made to move onto the rest of that series, it’s been in development hell for literal years.)

Pokemon Emerald.  Yeah, I rep Hoenn and rather Liked ORAS, though if ORAS had run to Emerald’s Story beat, I would’ve been IMMENSELY happy.

Ghostbusters the Video game.  I love bustin’ Ghosts, it makes me feel good.

Dust an Elysian Tail.  Absolutely wonderful.

Sonic Adventure 2 Battle.  What can I say, I LIKED that it was such a big, great ensemble.  Fantastic level design, I loved the treasure hunting segments and blowing crap up, and the paralleling story beats of the Hero/Dark Campaigns and how they came together in the final story.  To me, it worked MASSIVELY better than Adventure 1, and while I never played the dreamcast version to see what bugs might’ve been in the original release...frankly I never had any bugs screw over my experience with it or there being game pacing issues or problematic repetition as are sins of many of the 3D Sonic Games made after it.

the Digimon Story games, particularly Hacker’s Memory.

Starcraft 2--All of it.  If it weren’t due to Blizzard screwing up their business this year, I would’ve promoted it more by finishing the let’s play I was doing.

And as a New edition to the favorites list, the Recent Super Robots wars games.  While I’ve known of them for a decade, I only just learned earlier this year that the Asian Territory releases had english subs for them, and my roommate and I have been going through V this last weekend, and we’re adoring it.  I’ve obtained T myself, which might be future review fodder since it features a teamup of Might Gaine, GaoGaiGar and Getter Robo.  I just...the only way to top that is to get Gurren Lagann and the gundam series I *LIKE* (which is most of the AU Series and not the UC timeline entries) in the room!

As For Favorite HOPR Episodes...Eeeeeeh, it’s hard to judge.  Gun to my head, I’d Say SPD is probably my favorite of his recaps, as that’s a series that deserved more respect than it seems to get due to it being a Disney season (which fortunately thanks to Neo-Saban’s Eight years of Complete Failure seems to now be getting better respect across the board), and Linkara gave it such in spades as he caught onto the underlying thematic subplot...even if it was the one where he falsely accused Koichi Sakamoto of being the director that messed up the stuntwork with excessive back-explosions, despite the fact that Sakamoto had stopped directing for Power Rangers within Disney’s seasons by that point and Mark Harris was credited as the responsible party for the awful effectswork every time if you bothered to check the credits.  I’m kind-of critical of Linkara’s ‘didn’t do the research’ moments, considering a lot of them are available on the wiki, have been discussed actively, or present in the actual available show content (I.E. Ninjor’s state being mentioned in Zeo’s Pilot, The RPM Retcon, The Talonranger mess), and I’m aware of many of them simply because I was a viewer consistently through the original 17-year run and still keep tabs on circles of information.

[hadeschan]

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The banner is written with ancient Khmer Language and ancient Lanna Thai language. On the top of the banner is with Buddha and his 2 chief disciples[1] (Pra Sariputta and Pra Moggallana) at Venuvan Forest Temple, the bamboo grove temple, Rajgarh, India, the Buddha's first Sangha (Buddhist monk community).

In the middle of the banner is a Dharmachakra or Wheel of Dharma or the center of the Buddhist Cosmos which represent eternity. In the middle of the circular wheel is a figure of Buddha with alms bowl represents a wish of having endless food with wealth & prosperity, and a talipot fan (Thai Buddhist Monk Ranking Fan) represents a wish of having high career promotion. Buddha is surrounded with the followings:-

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[fountainpenguin]

Is it all right if I ask for some three-way relationship charts? I'd like Trixie, Paulina and Sophie; Tootie, Sam and Darcy; Vicky, Valerie and Amanda; and Chloe, Jazz and Beverly. Butch Hartman has similar types of girls in each of his shows. There's the pretty and popular one loved by the lead male (Trixophina); the geeky one with a crush on the lead male (Tootamarcy); the violent one who claims to hate the lead male (Amalericky); and the smart one who works hard (Jazzerloe).

[lostghosts]

“answer 30 questions and tag some blogs you would like to get to know better.”

@fabulouslittlefox tagged me and i’m thrilled about it ty 💖💖

1. nicknames: S (otherwise i dont rly have one lmao)

2. gender: confused and confusing

3. star sign: capricorn

4. height: 5′1″ barely

5. time: 8:21 pm

6. birthday: Jan. 9th

7. favourite bands: All Time Low, Hedley, Mariana’s Trench, Hands Like Houses

8. favourite solo artists: Owl City, We Should Whisper!, Don Vedda

9. song stuck in my head: rn nothing thank god

10. last movie i watched: ....no clue lmao

11. last show i watched: Lost? i watched an LP last night tho

12. when did i create this blog: hell if i remember. july? like 2012? 

13. what do i post: everything. lotta wallpapers recently tho

14. last thing i googled: “what colors look good with red” (lmao fox)

15. do i have any other blogs: nyope. i’m still considering making a simblr and cc blog tho

16. do i get asks: uhh rarely. i think im scary?

17. why i chose my url: i would die for PVRIS plus that one quote about feeling more ghost than human

18. following: 791

19. followers: 357

21. average hours of sleep: usually about 6. 

22. lucky number: zodiac number i think is 1

23. instruments: violin briefly

24. what am i wearing: pjs!

26. dream job: honestly? architect or marine biologist or zoologist or cultural anthropologist lmao. im studying psychology rn tho and im pretty into that too. not clinical tho

27. dream trip: literally anywhere

28. favourite food: pasta 

29. nationality: American

30. favourite songs: oh boy okay. Man-Killer by Hedley, Naivety by A Day To Remember, LA Devotee by Panic! At The Disco, Whipped Cream and Go-Getter Greg by Ludo and reflect by Hands Like Houses to name a few lmao

gonna tag @floractao @teamrtist and @acindra

[mp7a1fenriz]

Got tagged by @drake-n-willard to put my music on shuffle 

1. Lady Gaga - Just Dance (feat. Colby O’Donis)

2. Pantera - By Demons Be Driven 

3. Alestorm - Man the Pumps

4. Igorrr - Spaghetti Forever 

5. Post Malone - I Fall Apart

6. Queen - Fat Bottomed Girls 

7. Cock Sparrer - I Got Your Number 

8. Kings of Leon - Sex On Fire 

9. Ghost - Secular Haze

10. Entrails - World Inferno 

11. ABBA - Voulez-Vous

12. Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee - Despacito (Feat. Justin Bieber)

13. Drake - Hold On, We’re Going Home (Feat. Majid Jordan)

14. Septicflesh - Dante’s Inferno

15. Getter - Rip n Dip

16. Lazerhawk - Activation

17. Blind Guardian - Twilight of the Gods (Live)

18. Nick Hakim - The Light

19. Summoning - The Legend of the Master-Ring

20. Twisted Sister - The Kids Are Back (LP Version) 

tagging @duskcalibur @hesistantstomachache @twin-salopian @astgrimoire

[tokupedia]

Kamen Rider 45th Anniversary File: Ghost

2016: 

The WORST YEAR IN RECENT RECORDED HUMAN HISTORY- The End

....

Okay, that’s a little unfair to you guys, let’s start over..

2016:

Ultraman Orb aired, concluded and is available on Crunchyroll.

Ultraman turns 50, having begun back in 1966.

Kamen Rider Amazons, a modern reimagining of the 1975 show Kamen Rider Amazon, premieres on Amazon Prime Japan two days before the date of Kamen Rider’s 45th Anniversary on April 1st. It is considered one of the darkest entries of the Kamen Rider franchise and is the first online exclusive Kamen Rider show.

The Magical Girl Genre, of which Sailor Moon, Cutie Honey, Pretty Cure and so many other super heroines are a part of, is now 50 years old thanks to Sally the Witch who was created way back in 1966 by Mitsuteru Yokoyama.

Go! Princess Pretty Cure ends and Mahou Girls PreCure! debuts.

Super Sentai reaches its 40th Season and 2,000th Episode with Doubutsu Sentai Zyuohger! Anthropomorphic Animal Rangers fight to defend the Earth, with the help of a human zoologist. Also, we get a new version of Super Sentai Hero Getter and the Gokaigers make a guest appearance!

Anno, get in the chair! Hideaki Anno of Neon Genesis Evangelion fame takes control of the Godzilla franchise as Toho decides to start making Godzilla movies and media again locally with Shin Godzilla. This creates an interesting cinematic paradox where both Japan and America are making Godzilla simultaneously and both are successful and will have follow ups in the future.

Garo gets animated in 2015 and comes to America for the first time in 2016 on DVD courtesy of Funimation. (Thanks guys!)

Garo also gets an omnibus series in Garo: Makai Retsuden, collecting tales of supporting characters in the Garo franchise rather than focus solely on the Golden Knight (though a few bearers of the armor do appear in a few bits including Kouga!).

Toei declares the anniversaries of Kamen Rider and Super Sentai to be a “Super Hero Year” and dedicates the year doing projects to celebrate the occasion, including bringing back Hiroshi Fujioka as Takeshi Hongo/Kamen Rider 1 in a crossover movie with a brand new look!

On April 3, 2016, a staple of Japanese pop culture turned 45 years old. Then again, 2016 was a red letter date for anniversaries as so many things we loved hit a milestone number.

Given that, Toei decided to set a theme of “History” and the “Wonders of being alive” for the next series. So they chose a dead guy for their next hero...wait what? The overall theme was famous figures from history (and one fictional one) giving their powers to the heroes. So think Kid Eternity meets Danny Phantom. 

Ghost did have interesting designs, courtesy of Kamen Rider and Ishinomori super-fan and manga artist Kazuhiko Shimamoto and his studio Big Bang Productions as well as Blend Master (though from what I could gather they got shafted when it came time for Mugen form). The Rider Ghosts all wear hoodie jackets and their method of transformation is a variation on Gaim where the “ghost parka” floats around the user before descending onto the armor.

Yes, but see, Ghost is the first series I kind of...stopped watching. It had promise and a likable hero, but fell flat in the last third as it meandered its plot around. As it turns out, we have our old “pal” Shinichiro Shirakura to thank for that, as he let go of the writers halfway into the show and had them replaced (Ep. 24 is where things started to change). You would think he would learn to leave well enough alone, but because Toei was running two Rider Shows at once, cuts apparently needed to be made. 

A noticeable cut was the dropping of motorcycle helmet manufacturer Shoei as a sponsor, as Toei went with its competitor Arai. This was a bit shocking given that Shoei has supported the series since the late Showa Era by providing safety equipment.

Also not helping was that Bandai kinda went nuts on the shilling of merchandise and didn’t give this series much room to breathe, making some of the forms or devices the Riders used feel tacked on or just filler after being seen just once. 

Still the show had its good moments, the messages about life, how an individual’s life impacts others and living it are inspiring. I have even heard whispers of some who thought of committing suicide saying that this series inspired them to keep on living and not give up. 

One especially touching story of the power of Takeru Tenkuji was written in the Asahi Shimbun about a sick toddler who was afraid to take his medicine. However, seeing Kamen Rider Ghost face danger head on and a special message from Shun Nishime inspired the adorable tyke to take his medicine. It showcases the kind of impact this “silly superhero show” as some deride it as has had on generations of Japanese citizens as a franchise. Being a super hero in acting sometimes rubs off and makes the person playing them aspire to live up to that symbol or be better people.

It should be noted that this series also has a few winks and nods to the Kamen Rider Series. The mailman who delivers packages is named Mr. Onodera (the birth name of Shotaro Ishinomori), a computer in the wall of the basement of Tenkuji Temple is a prop used for Shocker bases, a continuity nod to the preceding series is shown in a flashback and one company in the world of the series is the Sengoku Corporation.

But let’s move on...

LIFE! BURN BRIGHT!

DAI KAIGAN! FILE OMEGA DRIVE!

(The late Mr. Tenkuji, circa 2016)

Real Name: Takeru Tenkuji (I love Marvel Style alliterative names, so amusing.)

As the opening narration every episode informs viewers:

“My Name is Takeru Tenkuji, on my 18th birthday I was killed by a Gamma and I became Kamen Rider Ghost.” 

Takeru Tenkuji is the son of a famous Ghost Hunter, Ryu Tenkuji, and during one of his hunts, Ryu is killed by a ghost. This leaves Takeru an orphan and is taken in by a disciple of Ryu’s temple, the monk Onari (who has taken a vow of Ham instead of silence or singing). Takeru also grows up with Akari, his childhood friend, whom grows into more of a scientist with a skeptical view on ghosts.

Takeru is trained by Onari to be a Ghost Hunter and on his 18th birthday receives a strange package from Mr. Onodera, a gift from his late father that contained an eyeball-like orb. He has no time to investigate, as something invisible begins attacking them: The Gamma, evil spirits from another dimension.

Takeru manages to fend off these monsters for a bit to protect Akari and Onari, but the Katana Gamma slices Takeru up and he dies.

But death is not the end of our hero as a mysterious figure and a talkative snarky spook appear and the old man offers the boy a chance to live again. Sennin, as he calls himself, bestows Takeru with a belt like device and says he can return to life for 99 days as a ghost and regain his life permanently by finding the 15 Heroic Eyecons of famous people and can become a Kamen Rider to stop the Ganma from getting their hands on them. If Takeru fails, he dies for good.

He is sent back and defeats the Gammas,using his own soul as a source of power in an Eyecon for the Ghost Driver to become Kamen Rider Ghost. Yurusen tells him the rules of being a ghost and eventually lets Onari and Akari in on what is going on. They help him find the heroic Eyecons, with Onai setting up a paranormal investigation and elimination agency (No, not that one, though we do get Akari acting kinda Egon-ish at times.). Akari creates ghost-busting equipment to defeat the weaker grunts of the Gamma or hold them off until Takeru arrives, though she is still skeptical on the supernatural and believes that Ghosts can be explained scientifically . Together they fight the Gamma, collect the Eyecons, meet new allies and enemies! 

During one event, Kamen Rider Drive was in his final battle and had a near death experience. Somehow entering the realm of the dead, Ghost told Shinnosuke not to go into the afterlife (resembling a black void). Drive’s old foes come out of the void and Ghost fends their “ghosts” off (why do androids have ghosts? Meh, Comics.) while Shinnouske goes toward the light, which wakes him up. He later encounters Ghost again during a case and this directly ties into the series as it involves the Newton Eyecon (though canonicity is a bit wobbly).

Despite my “meh” attitude on the series now in its later end, looking back Takeru is the most likable Rider as he goes above and beyond what it means to be a hero, selflessly giving to save others even at the risk of his own soul when he himself has so much he could lose. He perfectly encapsulates what a Kamen Rider is at times.

Powers:

Like any classic ghost of standard media, Takeru can walk through walls, disappear and fly (well, more like floating and super agility until Mugen form). Takeru can also read a person’s soul/mind and see their memories by touching them or their soul if it is removed from the body. He also has a sorta “Rider Sense”, as he can sense some powerful evil spirits.  Since he is already dead (*insert Fist of the North Star Joke here*), Takeru cannot be severely harmed in any way and is near invulnerable, but not invincible. Spirit mediumship allows him to talk to ghosts.

Takeru can become solid like a human being if his emotional state is positive and he can create powerful barriers when he is in an emotional state where he does not want to be bothered by anyone.

Eyecon Powers:

Musashi: Skilled Swordsmanship

Edison: Electricity Generation/Absorption and elemental weapon augmentation. Enhanced thinking ability via electrical stimuli

Robin Hood: Expert Marksmanship, barrier shield, Energy Arrows, Cloning ability.

Issac Newton: Gravity manipulation pulses on a very powerful scale, as it can levitate heavy landmasses. Able to attract or repel objects and deliver powerful blows or immobilize targets.

Beethoven: Sound and music manipulation, literally as it creates constructs of music notes made of pure sound. Sonic blasts.

Billy the Kid: Expert Gun marksmanship, More Dakka, sniping abliity.

Benkei: Super strength, weapon mastery, energy constructs, concussive hit, localized seismic generation, Stop, Hammer Time!.

Toucon Boost: Kill it with Fire (generation powers)

Goemon: Super speed.

Ryoma: ???

Himiko: Magic abilities

Ikkyu: Levitating, able to summon stuffed Tigers from paintings to bite Gamma. 

Mugen: High defense, flight via rainbow wings and maximum attack power

He can utilize his emotions as weapons in Mugen form, feeling a specific emotion will allow him to execute a certain attack. 

Weaknesses:

Ghost still can die if time on his life extension runs out or his Ore Eyecon is destroyed as that contains his soul. 

Despite being immune to most damage, Takeru can still feel pain as spirit and the overwhelming sensation of intense pain could cause him to pass out. He also suffered from a bit of self-confidence issues at first but later improves. If the Heroic Spirits refuse to work with him, this could weaken him or render his powers in Grateful form unbalanced at best or to shut down at worst. The Eyecons can be swiped and used by other Ghost Drivers, even making the spirit inside the Eyecon act against their will in some cases. 

Ghost is also not immune to electricity in certain forms such as Musashi, as he becomes a walking lightning rod. Though Edison negates this due to its powers. If a mystical barrier is up, Takeru cannot phase though an object. 

His ability to talk to the dead is a bit problematic, as nobody but him can see them and as a result he looks beaucoup cuckoo to muggles as it looks like he’s talking to himself. (Though Akari comes up with a way for normal humans to see ghosts and whomever is mortal that holds a Ghost Eyecon can see them as well)

Now that he can use his powers as a living person, he can die again using any of the conventional means.

Gear:

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Ghost_Driver

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Ghost_Eyecons

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Ghost_Gadgets

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Gan_Gun_Saber

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Newton_Damashii_Gloves

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Machine_Ghostriker

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Captain_Ghost

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Iguana_Ghostriker - Don’t ask me what Ghosts have to do with Iguanas, it is what it is.

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Eyecon_Driver_G

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Sunglasseslasher

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Deep_Slasher

Enemy:

The Gamma

http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Gamma

The Gamma are a race extra-dimensional beings that are like ghosts. They have several objectives, one is to find Eyecons to grant themselves greater power. If they cannot find one, they try to create one by corrupting a human until they go mad and extract their soul to create an Eyecon. 

The last one is to turn the human world into another Gamma World so that a “Deathless utopia” can come...by killing the original world’s inhabitants or converting them into Gamma. Gamma are actually humans who wanted to escape death, but their plans didn’t work out.

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✿i tag: @cancerousfiction @filthly @teriyakigxd @pinkfranku @cripplingdepressioninhumanform @gay-sprinkles @sparklingjoji @jojimill @kmsjoji @deathgripstrash @fakeffrank @pinkucunt @vaguefeel @lyncan @aritears

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Top 10 Sets To See @ Middlelands

For Texas natives, Cinco De Mayo is just as much a holiday as Christmas or Halloween and is celebrated heavily throughout the state. To most, celebrating Cinco De Mayo involves taste-bud wowing foods originating from their southern neighbor, Mexico. From Tamales, to corn tortilla tacos, and enchiladas -overflowing with molten cheese, our Mexican-American amigos really know how to throw down; they also are well known for their varieties of music, like mariachi and Tejano music, which can be heard in abundance during Cinco De Mayo celebration, or really any day in the life of a Texan.  

But this year, in Todd Mission, Tx, we suspect there will be many bumping a different kind of tune. This 2017 Cinco De Mayo weekend at the Texas Renaissance Festival grounds, hosted by Insomniac and C3, we lads here at Hippie Noise Party will be attending the increasingly hyped and highly esteemed music festival Middlelands an Adventure for the Ages.

Themed after the venue’s biggest attraction, TRF, Middlelands Music Festival aims to usher in a presence of medieval entertainment and fun. Hosting musical acts on 5 different stages starting Thursday, May 4th and following through until Sunday, May 7th, we expect to have our minds warped and our faces melted as we witness such acts such as Bassnectar, Kaskade, Big Gigantic, Griz, Marshmello, Gramatik, Alison Wonderland, Phantogram, Illenium, Datsik, Space Jesus and so many more truly fantastic performers.

Of course, being the venue that it is, there will be the ability to camp, which always adds to any experience as the crowd out in camping tends to keep the party live until the following sunrise.

No matter if you camp or if you commute, though, anyone in attendance is sure to have a phenomenal time as this venue was ripe for a music fest of this capacity a long time ago.

Now without any further delays, we here at Hippie Noise Party present our compilative review of the top ten acts to see at Middlelands. Keep in mind, that we left out obvious headliners like Bassnectar, Kaskade and a Big Grizmatic performance we are hoping will secretly take place, as we all should know by now that there sets are incrediballs and anyone in their right mind should not miss their sets:

 1.       Crystal Castles

The brain child of Ethan Kath and Alice Glass, the duo split ways two years back after a decision from the vocalist, Alice Glass to focus primarily on a solo project. Since their schism, Crystal Castles has picked up a new vocalist, Edith Francis, and we here at HNP are very excited to see her energy on stage with Ethan Kath’s hauntingly genius melodies. Dominating the Witch House genre, almost before witch house was even respected as a genre, attendees can expect this to be one of the weirdest and most enlightening sets played this weekend.

2.       Alison Wonderland

Alex Sholler, afka Alison Wonderland, has been rocking the EDM world with banger after banger for the last two years after releasing her ‘Run’ album. Based out of Sydney, Australia, we here in Texas welcome her with open arms. Having never witnessed one of her performances, but from someone who jams Wonderland on a daily basis, I can tell you this writer does not intend on missing her set. Bringing her cool, empowered feminine touch to the genre, we look forward to hearing her wow the crowd with her trance wave dub at Middlelands.

3.       Phantogram Musical duo Josh Carter and Sarah Barthel are not new to the touring rock star lifestyle. They’ve been making headlines since 2007. Hailing from Greenwich, New York they’ve dropped top hits such as “When I’m Small”, “Black Out Days”, and “Mouthful Of Diamonds” over their career and just recently dropped a third studio album, ‘Three’ last year in October. They’ve since compiled a new project called Big Grams which has been extremely successful recently. These guys have always been on a bucket list and it will be a true pleasure hearing their electro synth pop sound at Middlelands this year.

4.       Marshmello

Ghost producer and icon of anonymity, Marshmello has hidden behind his signature mask and somehow still gained quite the reputation. This EDM producer has released multiple hits in relatively a short period of time winning him the Best Break Through Solo Artist award back in 2016. No telling what kind of stunts Marshmello may be up to as he is infamous for pulling publicity stunts around his shows.

5.       Bonobo (Live)

British musician Simon Green, better known by his stage name ‘Bonobo’ plans to entrance the crowd while on stage at Middlelands this summer with a mind-numbing, ear-pleasing melody of piano riffs and entrancing deep sounds. Having just dropped his sixth studio album ‘Migration” back in January, we speculate we’ll hear a lot of tracks from this new album. We can’t wait to see the visuals he will implement into this live set, who will he bring on stage to play with him, what display of artistic endeavor does Bonobo intend to leave his audience with? We don’t have the answer to that but believe me, we intend to find out.

6.       Big Wild

After gaining fame from touring with Odesza, Big Wild has been touring heavily since. Dropping major tracks like “Aftergold” and his remix with Zhu, “Generationwhy”, he has been moving up in ranks per se and is now working on his Invincible EP while simultaneously touring around. We saw Big Wild dropping a tropical house set at Euphoria last year in ATX, and he easily was our favorite set for the entire four-day music and camping festival.

7.       Galantis

Hailing from Sweden, DJ duo Christian Karlsson and Linus Eklow move forward into Texas territory spreading good vibes after their new single last year “No Money” became pretty successful. Made famous by their hit single back in 2014 “Runaway (U & I)”, Galantis has produced a series of hit singles last year including, “Make me feel”, “Love On Me”, and recently in December, “Pillow Fight”. Their newest single came out in February titled “Rich Boy”. So we can be certain to hear most of these during this DJ duo’s set at Middlelands.

8.       Getter

In recent years, getter, aka Tanner Petula, has taken the internet community over by storm. His hilarious antics and iconic catchphrase, “Suh Dude” are recognized through various social media forums and threads. Having signed to Datsik’s media label “Firepower records” back in 2012 we’re interested to see Getter pair up with Datsik who will also be featured in the sets played at Middlelands this year. We think it would be amazing to see these two play side-by-side. I can only imagine what kind of gettup Getter will don for his Middlelands performance, but we look forward to his grimy, sometimes wacky dubby sound.

9.       Space Jesus

Space Jesus has been making waves in the dub fest community. Rivalling bass riffs that of the almighty Bassnectar, I’ve seen this guy play twice and let me tell you, there will be a lot of physical motion during his set. Somehow this producer out of New Jersey has made his way out to Texas again to show you guys how to hold Bass Church from Outer Space, right?  Jasha Tull, afka Space Jesus sports a cross-genre field of bassfueled psychedelic style and sound. It ought to be a wicked little party.

10.   Goldfish

Goldfish is an electronica and dance group hailing from Cape Town, South Africa, consisting of Dominic Peters and David Poole. They create dance music containing elements of jazz and African music. The band has released a number of albums, including ‘Perceptions of Pacha’ and ‘Get Busy Living’, and Goldfish was named "Best Pop" at the MTV Africa Music Awards 2014. They create dance music containing elements of jazz and African music, combining live instruments like double bass, saxophones, keyboards, flute, and vocals with samplers, effects and synths. We intend to sit in on their set and jam accordingly during their time spent out at Middlelands.

   That’s our HNP top 10 list. We hope to catch some of ya’ll outside at this event coming up this Cinco De Mayo weekend.

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I was tagged by @hermiounes (thank you!)

rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people.

I tag: @alekzandermorozova, @softdelilah, @tom-hollandz, @mollyprewett, and @coramalia

A - age: 21

B - biggest fear: spiders

C - current time: 10:02 pm

D - drink you last had: water

E - every day starts with: my alarm going off or my roommate’s cat waking me up so I’ll cuddle with him.

F - favorite song: Shove by Angels & Airwaves

G - ghosts, are they real: I think spirits are, but maybe full on ghosts

H - hometown: Minnetonka

I - in love with: books, music, movies, dogs, my friends and family

J - jealous of: people that are go-getters and confident in stressful situations

K - kill(ed) someone: No

L - last time I cried: like 2 days ago? 

M - middle name: Taylor

N - number of siblings: 1.5 (I’m adopted and have 1 sister that I live with and at least 1 half brother, but I’ve never met him because he wasn’t adopted too.

O - one wish: To go to space

P - person you last called/texted: my friend Marissa

Q - question you’re always asked: Oh jeez probably something about how I’m in engineering or something like that.

R - reason to smile: dogs

S - song last sang: Best Day Ever by Spongebob (I have a lot of award winning songs like this on my ipod that my sister will always pick in the car.)

T - time you woke up: like 7 or something because of my roommate’s cat wanting me to pet him.

U - underwear color: black

V - vacation destination: Somewhere in Africa where I can go on a safari

W - worst habit: If something is really bothering me I tend to vent about it a lot instead of actually doing something about it

X - x-rays you’ve had: teeth ones at the dentist/orthodontist

Y - your favorite food:  watermelon

Z - zodiac sign: leo

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A to Z tag thingy (tagged by @harrisonford42)

a - age:   twenty five.. yesterday i fought someone who was convinced i was a smol child. i am an old maid. go away.

b - biggest fear:  everything

c - current time:   one fifteen.. jeez this snow day is flying by

d - drink you last had: lime seltzer, i’m friggen sick and i need to hydrate

e - every day starts with:  my getter alarm, screaming cats, and coffee

f - favorite song:  anything and everything deadmau5 at the moment

g - ghosts, are they real?: yeah probably

h - hometown: princeton

i - in love with: so many beans in the basket

j - jealous of:  people who successfully do art for a living

k - killed someone:  obviously not

l - last time you cried:  just now, watching the office

m - middle name(s): emilia carissa

n - number of siblings: 1  little brother (keeping yael’s answer because lolz my brother is older but i treat him like a baby because i’m rude)

o - one wish:  strength. for all of us.

p - person you last called/texted:  called my mommy, texted becca and elizabeth. group chat woot woot

q - question you’re always asked:  do you speak spanish... NO.

r - reasons to smile:  idiot djs

s - song last sang: probably ghosts and stuff

t - time you woke up:  six thirty

u - underwear color:  white

v - vacation destination:  cape. fucking. cod. take me now.

w - worst habit(s): nail biting

x - x-rays you’ve had: teeth, knee, cat scan

y - your favorite food:  burrito, orange tofu, and cake.

z - zodiac sign: leo. rawr.