#I'd die for Joe

[mscota]

@bamsara I'm ready for the Joe route

[jeysuso]

#something something steve harrington bloodied and bruised #something something stroke his hair after licking him clean

[intrikatie]

I cannot express how much this scene means to me.

[steddie69]

✧ Joe Keery ✧

[groguandin]

imagine walking into waterstones to get the heartstopper books and seeing the walking talking living impersonations of nick and charlie stood there next to them 🤯

[six-of-ravens]

think I've figured out what bugs me so much about Natasha Pulley's work - every female character who could potentially interfere with the ~gay couple~ is portrayed in a negative light

[fridayyy-13th]

whos ur favorite yttd character? mines gin

Joe definitely!! Joe my beloved, my sillyguy. the ending of chapter one destroyed me of course :')

i actually have a bet running with my friend about him, bc as much as i love him, i'm dead-set he's the traitor. i think that would be so much fun actually. and also bc it would absolutely wreck Sara.

[riorangedeezguts]

IT'S BEST BOY'S BIRTHDAY HOLY SHIT

In honor of our lord and savior who died for our sins, Joe Tazuna, this will no longer be a Rio Ranger blog but rather a Joe blog /j

(okay but if anyone wants to send asks to Joe for the next few days in honor of big man's bday, I'm happy answering them 👀)

[kikkai-kettai]

HELLO , WORLD !!! caling all your turn to die kins , right here , right now ! i'm sara chidouin and i'm looking for my friends ! come message me so we can chat !

(a note that i had romantic feelings for joe in my canon , so - please be 14-16 if you're him, haha?)

[lazybakerart]

what if billy comes back at the end of season only for steve to die at the end? i mean at what cost 😭😭

i think i'd be too distracted by billy being alive to notice anything else happening in the show alksdjhdf

[fantasywritten]

ship tag drop!

… wow i have a lot of ships lol… and yet i still want more 👀

[neon-angels-system]

anyway if I make yttd characters into earrings, who should I do? I wanna make all of them but I’m not spending ages making like 25 earrings! so far I’m thinking I’ll probably end up doing Reko, Joe, and Kanna, but I’m tempted to make Anzu, Sou, Ranmaru, Alice, Nao, Gin, and Rio Ranger. hard choices! (this is an open question to all yttd fans bcause I am an indecisive fuck)

[ixonmade]

[omegalomania]

the thing is that i can still remember the way it felt.

end of november, 2022, suddenly every feed lights up. they're doing something. people are posting images of the chicago tribune, a full page ad that has this bicolored logo, a face both happy and sad, black and white, and it simply says: FOB8.

"is this real?" quite a few people were skeptical after the years-long pause between mania and now. "i'm not convinced."

"it's a full-page ad in a single chicago newspaper out of nowhere, right after joe got finished doing a whole book tour where he insisted they had no new music to speak of," i answered. "of fucking course it's real. it has fall out boy all over it."

i remember so vividly the sense of wonder that arrived on christmas morning of that same year, when i woke up at the exact right moment to learn that fall out boy did something again. an eerie, playful, earnest, weird claymation video with a haunting soundtrack, featuring a little black and brown dog. it was mystifying and bizarre and striking - a sprinkling of stardust on the dog's muzzle that prompted it to sneeze - and the adrenaline rush i got from the snippet of heart-pounding drums and guitar was the best gift i'd received all year.

so much (for) stardust. i've said it before and i'll say it again - it's a damn near perfect title. it's a play on words, it has multiple meanings nested into one another. given enough time, we all fall apart like so much dust, like so much stardust because that's where we came from. we are made of and from stardust. for stardust. so much for stardust. so much for the cosmic clay that shaped us. so much for this life, so much for the very foundational fucking firmament from which we we all sprang, so much for this whole strange weird existence. it's exhaustion and anger and spite and frustration and, at the same time - it's wonder. it's love. it's a doberman frozen in an instant of elated play, snapping at bubbles. it's a dog breed conventionally associated with danger captured in a moment of buoyant delight. it's an oil painting, surrounded by words shaped from sparkling clay.

it's love.

it's a record full to bursting with love. it's in the very first song they sent to us, sending us their love from the other side of the apocalypse. it's a record that says yes, the world is a mess and it feels insurmountable. maybe existence is meaningless. maybe it's all fucking pointless and we're all gonna die anyway. but like hell that means i'm not going to love life with all that i am. like hell i am going to let that stifle me. if nothing matters, then love is what matters.

and they committed to it, too. if there's one thing we can take away from so much for (tour)dust, it's that fall out boy loves us the way we love them. they'd have to, right? they could have called it quits years ago. hell, they could've packed it up after the hiatus and just never come back. they'd have to really love doing this to want to keep at it, years later, and look at that. they have.

fall out boy, at the end of the day, is propelled by love. they have to really love what they do to keep doing it. they have to love each other, love the music, love the fans, to keep doing what they do. this is something they've repeatedly asserted over the course of this tour and record cycle: the sheer, shared joy, the positive feedback loop of creative energy that comes from sharing something you made with the world and seeing the world respond in turn.

the world is a wreck and it feels, at times, like nothing you do matters or changes anything. so much (for) stardust is the antithesis to that kind of existential apathy. look, it says. look at what your love has changed. because as desolate and nightmarish and inescapable as the pitfalls of this strange, oftentimes terrifying existence can be - we have laughter, we have good friends, we have good music, and we have the ability to not let our own ennui defeat us. there are things in this world worth living for. there are things in this world worth loving. you have to love one another. you have to laugh and do whatever silly, inane thing makes you feel alive. you have to hug your friends and sing with them, cry with them, and savor every drop of this life that we get. prioritize love. be seriously unserious.

a week before this record came out, i spent some 6-7 hours in a car driving to a record store to hear it with a bunch of people, many of them strangers. i heard so much (for) stardust in its entirety in a record store with one of my favorite people, surrounded by awed chatter as we all drank it in. we didn't catch all the words, but the ones we heard sank into us and took root. i almost couldn't bear to wait for to hear the record properly.

a year later, it's sunk into the recesses of my soul. i'm not sure it'll ever come unstuck there. i don't think i want it to.

thanks for the stardust, fall out boy.

we love you back.

[indouloureux]

Haiii!!! I love all ur fics! I had this fic thought in mind for a while and I think it would be the cutest thing. What if Joseph is just a complete simp for Y/n, like head over heals. Like this man will not pass up the opportunity to talk about her and he’s just so in love (AND SHE IS TOO BECAUSE JOSEPH IS ONE DELICIOUS MAN)

god i LIVE to see joseph become such a simp (kind of a gender neutral!reader)

"hi,"

his voice is quipped and high and happy, head peaking through the door of your shared bedroom. you put the brush down on the table, whipping your head to look at him with a small smile. "hello,"

"what are you doing?" joseph sounds like a small child, cute and curious about everything. he comes out from behind the door to approach you and place his hands on your hips, fingers toying with the waistline of your jeans.

"combing my hair?" your laugh is confused. "y'alright, joe?"

"yeah!" he sighs, smiling down at you with a smile so bright and innocent it clenches your heart silly. joseph's hands go up and down your waist, thumbs rubbing your ribcage. "yeah. y' just look so pretty today,"

you squint your eyes at him, playful. "just today?"

he then fully wraps his arms around your middle and pushes you against him until he couldn't, kissing you everywhere but your lips as he paints his hot mouth on your cheeks and forehead. "today," a kiss to your nose, "yesterday," on the space between your eyebrows, "tomorrow," the dimple on your cheek. "forever."

he feels the heat beneath his lips when it rises to your cheeks. joseph spares you the impatience and presses his mouth to yours, his scent evading you like a blanket on a cold night. "hm, when will you ever stop being flirty?"

"never," he shakes his head at you. your hand comes up to mess with the mop of curls on his hair, and no words can be expressed how adorable he looks in a place of comfort where he's relaxed. "even when i die, i'd flirt with you every time."

he takes his arm and wraps it around your neck, allowing yourself to kiss his exposed bicep and clasp your hand around his forearm. but the other roams up to push the hair out of your face and nestles his palm on your cheek until you feel like you'll melt under his heating touch.

"'d i tell you how much i love you today?" he murmurs, even though you're the only one in this room; even though you feel like you're the only people in the world falling in love each day.

"just this morning," you rest your head on his arm. "and before breakfast. and after breakfast. and when i was brushing my teeth, and when we were watching tv, and when i was doing the dishes, and when you were smoking out in the balcony."

"hm, you ever get sick of it?" his question bears what is hidden fear, unearthing his nightly worries. but you reassure him.

"what? hearing you express how much of a sap you are for me? never." you smile at him. "i like hearing you tell me that you love me."

"yeah?" a smile so exquisite and proud that tugs on your heartstrings, joseph looks like he'd won the most precious prize of all.

"yeah," you push the lone curl off his forehead. "yeah. i do. i love you."

joseph blushes, kisses you again hot on the mouth. "i love you."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[mariacallous]

On the topic of effective protest: There was a time where I'd die on the hill of arguing that protest has a fundamental need to be disruptive, and I haven't changed on that front with exception to asking "Disruptive to *who*? Also quick, is this really about putting the pressure on politicians et al or punishing various and sundry Joe Schmoe Centrists because you've stopped seeing them as candidates for progressive outreach?" Dancing in proximity of lateral violence is... pretty bad, actually!

I think the "disruptive to *who*?" question is so crucial, and one that they are refusing or forgetting to ask.

For a lot of the more vocal, the punishment is the point. Self-appointed arbiters of guilt and complicity and revenge.