#a bit abstract and poetic but idk man

[tokuteasings]

Hymn-filled Stele

Happy bday to @twokairevolution!!! Dear, I hope you are having a wonderful day and that you are eating well! I'm so proud of you, watching you grow, soaring higher than anything else in the world, dragon's wings upon your back crafted out of the most vibrant of colors. This is for you and the other Kuroto simps out there~!

The idea of eternity will never exist, even though the man standing before you is eternal.

It is the same as the flames smoldering in your chest, golden twin things that swirl around in your brain; a dangering crisis, infections digging their ten talons into your chest and ten different motorcycles roaring in your ears...

Gods above, you wonder if they could even hear you, free your soul.

If it was possible, to live an ordinary life, beside that man you adore... An ordinary life with the top genius, king of the world, godly in everything and even your heart.

Your name is called from sacred lips, and the god blesses you with his presence once more.

"Yes?" "What are you thinking about?" You open your mouth then close it, unable to let those calculations burst forth with animistic thunder. Kuroto only smiles as he takes a seat beside you, your hand in his. His lips, that sing his own praise in the church - angels on high, are pressed to the pulse of your wrist. Feeling it thud-thud-thud under delicate skin, lifeblood pulsing and all meant for him.

Blue, gold, and black dances between your eyes when he suddenly pulls you in for a demanding kiss; a pirate to steal their rightful treasure, a king demanding your attention, a desire to simply be with you.

It's things he says with fanfare almost everyday, his adoration for you spoken to the court in little hymns that not many can truly decipher the cipher.

But you can. You always have.

But kisses like these, where he sings your praise in wordless fashions and your lips praise him in return...

That throne is waiting for you both, side by side.

Ruling the world together, godly talents and godly love.

He'll etch his love for you into your own body if he must...lips against your quickened pulse, your heart, your soul. And he will.

Forevermore.

[stlaika]

I saw you doing some MCR loveposting and got so excited! I love music so much and it makes me unreasonably happy to see people talking about how much they love it too. You are NOT pretentious and never will be, you deserve to talk about the things you like with passion and respect!!!

How do you feel about The Black Parade, as a concept album? I've always been into albums that tell stories and I love hearing what other people think about TBP, since it's so open to personal interpretation!! :0

Firstly that is SO sweet of you to say oh my god,,,,, i really appreciate it man bc ive been feeling VERY weird abt this particular interest of mine ayejdhisj,,,, thank you so much <3 !!

Secondly you have awakened a BEAST so i apologize in advance

ROIGHT. THE BLACK PARADE....

I LOVE the fuckin black parade man, altho its not my favorite concept album by mcr [that title belongs to danger days] its p high up there still.

The thing about TBP is that gerard way's penchant for storytelling really shines thru in this album, bc you can really feel the sort of..anger and anguish and eventual acceptance that the dying man of this story is feeling. It's absolutely mcr's most,,, whats the word. Musically diverse? Argh idk what the word is but they definitely experimented w different styles for this album [see: cancer, bits and pieces of mama, blood, and the first half of welcome to the black parade in particular].

Cancer in particular is a really good example of this bc it swaps out their usual guitars for a softer piano, and it really adds to like. The emotional rawness of that song yknow? Particularly w the way gerard's voice is so. Augh i wouldn't say growly but its like..rough and emotional and it just. Makes the song so fuckin moving to hear [Frank iero my friend frank iero cant listen to it without crying which says a lot when you know hes been w mcr for 20 years]

NOW. ONTO THE CROWNING FUCKIN JEWEL OF THIS ALBUM. WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE!!

My god am I truly an mcr fan if i dont wax poetic abt this song at least once? Anyway GSKSJ

The thing abt wttbp is that its structured like bohemian rhapsody, which is smth i noticed after my week long binge session of their albums. The marching band opening of wttbp is like the classicl choral/opera style of the opening of borhap, the swap to rock halfway thru is used in both, and theres that section around the middle point [the im just a boy section in wttbp] that once again shifts the musical style of the song [and focuses on ray toro's absolutely BRILLIANT fuckin shredding, god bless that man]. Theres also the fade out w music similar to the intro, and combine all of that w the fact that queen was one of mcr's inspirations and you can see my point. Theres also the fact its the band's most well known song, and even ppl who've never heard of the band know the song [again, much like borhap]

Like ALL of mcr's albums theres this like. Powerful mix of emotions that makes itself known throughout the album. Whether it's the resigned, bittersweet goodbye of cancer, the almost hysterical anger and self deprecation of dead!, or the apologies and declaration of death being inevitable in mama, each track carries parts of the emotional progress of the dying man TBP is written from the perspective of, and portrays it in such a way that even at its most abstract its just. SO clear what this man is feeling and what the band is trying to convey,,,, AUGH

AUGH!! i love mcr man its such an incredible fuckin band and the just. The fact that the members are just such ordinary people who really poured their hearts and souls into every song they wrote [to quote ray toro: "it all started to make sense. Now i know why we're here"],,,,,,,,,,, they really are the band that changed the world dude like i cant talk about them without getting worked up. Mx way if you can hear me you did it man

[cobythinks]

Illogical

Just a little Logince Oneshot with background Moxiety! Not to mention a heck ton of angst and mutual pining. I hope you like it? IDK man I’m trying.

Warnings: angst, mentions of mental illness and one scene with suicidal thoughts/an attempt but nothing too awful just take care of yourselves. Also, probably a food mention.

Most of it is below the cut! ^-^

Here we go!

“You’re illogical.” his co-worker had said to him, many times in many tones of voice. “Completely and utterly illogical, it’s amazing to me you’ve made it this far in life being as illogical as you are.”

“You don’t know the first thing about me, specs.” Roman retorted as he looked up from organizing music. “And there’s more to life than logic, not that someone like you would understand.”

“Logic is the act of understanding,” Logan said snobbily. Roman rolled his eyes.

“Well, then you’re bad at logic, too.”

“Say whatever you want, your words don’t affect me,” Logan said. Roman sighed.

“Can we just finish this, please? I need my beauty sleep.”

“Sleep hardly makes one more attractive,” Logan scoffed. “Besides that, beauty is an abstract concept. Not everyone will find you beautiful no matter what you do.”

“You’re just jealous of my amazingly good looks,” Roman said, though Logan was hardly unpleasant to look at. If Roman didn’t know him from work, he might even find the nerd attractive himself. 

Logan didn’t reply to his taunt, just hummed and continued with his row of shelves. Roman did the same, somehow feeling even worse about himself than before.

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“You’re illogical,” Logan said for the millionth time as Roman sat on the floor, creating a sign for the sale next week.

“You’re just a wimp who doesn’t want to sit on the floor and help,” Roman said in response, holding a marker in his teeth. “Besides, this doesn’t need to be logical.”

“Advertising is an incredibly logic fueled profession,” Logan said, taking a seat across the poster from him. “Colors, aesthetics, and shapes all impact the effect. I didn’t say the floor was illogical, I simply think the sign could be better if you used blue on yellow instead of red on yellow.”

“And why is that, genius?” Roman asked irritably, looking down at the sign.

“Blue is calming and is a complementary color to yellow while red is also on the warm side of the color spectrum. It will last longer and show up better, not to mention leave a better  impact on the mind of whoever sees it.” Roman put down his markers to stare at the person in front of him. Logan stared back, irritatingly attractive behind those glasses. 

“Well, maybe we don’t want people to be calm about the sale.” he shot back. “We want them excited! We want them to feel like coming into the store is the most important thing ever! That’s not calm, that’s exciting! Bold! Red! That’s why I’m using red, nerd.”

“...I suppose that makes just as much sense.” Logan stood and dusted off his pants. “But you are still an illogical person, Roman Prince.” 

Roman rolled his eyes to hide the biting hurt his words caused, turning back to the sign he needed to finish by the end of shift. Just because Logan was a manager, he thought he could say whatever he wanted. Well, Roman could say what he wanted too. Just because he was here to stock and organize the items didn’t mean he couldn't have a say in what happened. Logan was just full of himself, and Roman was just about sick of it. He was just about sick of a lot of things, but Logan was near the top of the list.

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“You’re illogical.” The voice behind him was the last voice Roman wanted to hear. He didn’t reply, just gripped the railing a little bit tighter. “Completely and utterly illogical, Roman Prince. You have work tomorrow, you should be getting sleep in order to-”

“What are you doing here, Logan?” Roman turned to face the other man, switching hands precariously as he stood on the edge. “Can’t you see I’m a bit busy?”

“Illogically so,” Logan said, and Roman realized with a jolt of confusion the fear - the actual emotion he could see on Logan’s face and hear in his voice. It wasn’t a lot, and most people wouldn’t recognize it. But Roman was unfortunate enough to work with the guy, and he knew this was as emotive as the nerd got. “This activity will get you nowhere in life.”

“That’s the point, specs.” Roman sighed sadly. Logan reached out to put a hand over each of Roman’s, holding them to the banister to he couldn't fall. Roman scowled and glared up at his coworker.

“You’re illogical.” Logan snapped. “Your logic is flawed. You’ve told yourself lies to get where you are, and most of those lies make no sense. Because contrary to what you may believe, you are important and you do make an impact. Did it not occur to you what this action may do to others?”

“No one cares,” Roman said bitterly.

“No one?” Logan laughed harshly, barely a real laugh. “What about the child who finds your body on the side of the river during his families weekend picnic? What about the woman from the coffee shop across from the music store who has your order memorized? What about the police officer who has to call your loved ones and acquaintances and tell them you’re dead? What about the teenager who applies for a job in your opening, wondering why there is only one, and wondering why everyone at the music store seems so upset to be hiring him? They care, Roman. Maybe not for the reasons you might like, but they do. Now get off of that stupid railing before you fall!”

Roman stared, baffled, as he realized Logan had tears in his eyes. Actual tears. He pulled himself back over and onto the safe side of the bridge, and Logan finally released his hands, adjusting his tie like the smartass he was.

“As I said, illogical.” Roman shoved his hands into his pockets and said nothing. Logan looked at the ground. “Besides, I highly doubt any teenager would do so well in advertising without a graphic design degree. And as I said when I arrived, you do need your so-called ‘beauty sleep’.” Roman stared at him as Logan offered a shaky smile, awkward as if he had never smiled before in his life. “Might I walk you home to assure your safe arrival?”

“Whatever you want, specs,” Roman mumbled, slowly walking beside the other off the bridge and toward the block of apartment buildings.

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“Illogical,” Logan said, though the word didn’t sting this time. Over the past few months, Roman had grown closer to his nerdy co-worker. Close enough to understand he wasn’t trying to insult him. That, and Logan himself didn’t believe what he was saying.

“It’s just the right amount of logical,” Roman said, sipping his coffee. “Think, Logan. You know enough about business and statistics, I’m a performer and good with visuals and sound. It could work.”

“Roman Prince,” Logan looked up at him with a grin on his face. Roman beamed at the sight. “Roman Prince, you are the most illogical person I’ve ever met. The possibility of this working is far less than any sane person would bank their career on.”

“Can’t do it without you, Lo.” Roman said, starting to worry that Logan was going to refuse. 

“Of course you can’t.” Logan rolled his eyes. “The majority of the logic is counting on me.”

“But not all of it?” Roman grinned, drawing a sigh from Logan’s lips.

“No, obviously, because it's your idea.”

“Awe.” Roman chuckled and winked. Logan rolled his eyes.

“How do you even know about this, anyway?”

“My uncle owns the radio station,” Roman explained, pulling out his uncle’s business card. “He said he loved the idea, and that he just wanted to meet the two of us and see us interact before agreeing to it. Come on, I know you want to!”

“You don’t know anything.” Logan took the card and read it, then smiled. “When does he want to meet us?”

“In ten minutes!” Roman said, grinning. Logan sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Illogical.” he murmured into his tea. Roman laughed, stuffing the papers and statistics he’d printed out into his bag.

“Don’t tell me you want to be the cashier for a music store for the rest of your life, specs.” he teased. Logan just shook his head, hiding a smile behind his cup.

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“Good morning Gainesville!” Roman chirped into the microphone. “This is Logic and the Prince, and you’re listening to FM 95.4. Tune in after the next song to meet our very special surprise guest!”

After muting the microphone, Roman turned in his chair to grin at Logan, who was adjusting the third guest microphone in front of Virgil Storm.

“Very special, huh?” Virgil chuckled. 

“You are very popular,” Logan informed him. “The third most requested artist on our show.” Virgil shrugged as Logan sat back down and they listened to the song silently for a few minutes, then Roman slipped his headphones back on and turned on the mic.

“That was Virgil Storm’s most recent hit single ‘You Make Me Anxious’, and this is Logic and the Prince, meeting the very artist who sang that song!” Logan chuckled softly as Roman turned dramatically - though no one could see. “So Virgil, how're you doing today?”

“I’m anxious,” Virgil said, smirking.

“You’re not the only one,” Logan spoke up with a grin. “Princey shows he’s anxious by being more obnoxious than usual.” Virgil laughed, Roman just shook his head.

“I can handle obnoxious,” Virgil promised, rolling his eyes. Logan shrugged.

“We have a question from Twitter for ya,” Roman said, pulling it up on his phone. “What inspired you to make a song so blunt about mental health?”

“There’s a lot of songs about mental health,” Virgil began slowly, inspecting his fingernails. “However, a lot of them don’t outright say that’s what they’re about. Mine does. I got tired of trying to be poetic about my anxiety, so I decided I didn’t have to be.”

“I can understand that.” Logan agreed. “Poetry is a fascinating art form, but it’s hard to understand, and with mental health as confusing as it already is, combining the two just confuses things more.”

“And that’s why we call you Logic.” Roman chuckled, earning a playful elbow from his friend. “That’s an incredible answer though, Virgil. A lot of your fans don’t seem to believe you have anxiety.”

“They don’t know me.” Virgil pointed out with a scoff. “Why do you think I never do a live performance on stage? I almost bailed on you guys because this is halfway there.”

“That would have been awkward, so I’m glad you didn’t,” Roman said, eyes widening slightly.

“Yeah, as you can see, anxiety sucks.” Virgil chuckled. “That’s why I wrote the song. Attacking anxiety back, and confronting it, is the only way to do anything.”

“That’s deep.” Roman chuckled as the timer counted down. “And this is Logic and the Prince, we’ll be back after a few songs to learn more about everyone’s new favorite singer.”

The mic was muted again and Roman grinned, pulling off his headphones.

“Sorry if I make you too anxious, my friend.” he apologized at once. “I have that effect on people.”

“It’s fine,” Virgil smiled. “I told you, I can handle obnoxious.”

“Don’t encourage him,” Logan complained. “It’s bad enough that I have to sit in here all day with him, if you encourage him he’ll completely lose logic.”

“I’ll never lose you!” Roman shot back immediately, grinning. Logan sighed, hiding a smile as he shook his head.

“It was Roman’s idea to call me Logic,” he explained to their guest, who was watching on in amusement. “As I’m the one of us that actually uses it.”

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“Illogical,” Logan said from his seat at the kitchen table, watching Roman struggle with the dishwasher.

“It’s broken, Logan! And Dishwashers don’t have logic to begin with!” He snapped.

“You’re too flustered to get it to work,” Logan said with a shrug. “I’m just telling the truth.”

“Yeah? Well, why don’t you come and fix it, pocket protector?” Roman stepped back, glaring at the broken device in annoyance. 

Logan put down his coffee, stood, and walked over. Roman watched irritably as his friend and roommate pulled the rack out completely before resetting it on the tracks, letting it slide neatly into place. 

“Oh.”

“Sometimes one just needs a different perspective,” Logan said, already sitting down to finish his coffee.

“You just like being right.” Roman scoffed, closing the dishwasher and turning it on.

“That’s true.” Logan agreed with a chuckle. Roman turned and leaned on the counter, watching him silently. The past few months, they’d gotten a lot closer. That was bound to happen when you share an apartment with someone, but it had been a good idea. They were friends, not to mention co-workers, and it made it much easier to pay rent and plan for the next morning on the radio. They only used the station until noon, as Roman’s uncle had another person who wanted to try their hand and hadn’t been awful.

Yeah, sharing an apartment had been a good idea. The only problem was that Roman could feel himself falling hopelessly in love with the other; and with the lack of expression Logan showed, he had no way to know if he might have a chance.

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"We have Patton Hart - a self proclaimed 'Cupid' in the studio with us today!" Roman said cheerfully. "Patton, you write mostly love songs, right?"

"I try my best." Patton giggled softly.

"It seems you've been successful." Logan said drily. Roman grinned over at him, taking in the beauty of his face framed by the headphones. Patton laughed again.

"Say, it's valentines day!" Roman declared. "Any special someone in your life, cupid? Or are all those songs unrequited?"

"Oh!" Patton's face lit up. "Yes, I do! My boyfriend actually helps with instrumentals for my songs - I can sing but a lot of the track mixing is beyond me."

"Oh, how fun!" Roman beamed. "What's his name?"

"He didn't want me to say, but he's listening." Patton smiled cheekily. "Hi, babe!" 

Roman laughed as the timer clicked down, a string of love songs playing while Patton got a drink of water.

"What about you?" Patton asked once they were live again. "Logic's been pretty quiet all day! Thinking about your special someone?"

Roman bit the inside of his lip, looking to Logan. Did he? God, was Roman about to get his heart crushed?

"I do not currently have a significant other," Logan said, clearing his throat. "That is not to say I don't have feelings for anyone; we are simply in the early stages right now." 

Roman forced a laugh.

"Early stages? What does that mean?"

"Logic is secretly in love with someone!" Patton gasped. Logan sighed.

"I suppose you could say that." He hummed. "This is Logic and the Prince, we'll be right back."

"So who's this special someone, specs?" Roman asked, forcibly cheery as they took off their headphones.

“We are in the early stages,” Logan said, meeting his eyes with a smirk. Roman pouted dramatically.

“Awe, you never tell me anything fun!”

“What about you then, Princey?” Patton smiled over at him. Roman flushed, turning away to glare at the microphone.

“Nope, I’m single as a pringle and that’s just fine.”

“...pringles don’t come in-”

“It’s a rhyme!” Roman sighed. “Honestly.”

“...apologies,” Logan said softly. Patton seemed to pick up on the sudden tension and redirected the conversation.

“Anyway, did you really want to know about my boyfriend or was it for the show? Cuz when we aren’t live I’d love to talk your ears off!”

“Go for it!” Roman forced a smile onto his face, turning back to face their guest. “Sorry, hah, guess the day’s getting to me.”

“You actually met him, his name’s Virgil!” Patton beamed and Roman’s eyes widened.

“Wh- seriously?”

“Hm.” Logan seemed amused, glancing at the screen as the ads finished and a song started up. “Pass me that CD, Roman?” Roman did, still ogling at Patton.

“You two are like complete opposites! Even in your music, aren’t you?”

“Oh, I sang backup in one of his most recent ones!” Patton’s face lit up. “Have you heard ‘My Obnoxious’ yet?”

“That was you?” Roman stared. “It didn’t sound anything like you!”

“It's a different style,” Logan said calmly. “And it's not as if Patton’s voice was featured.”

“Oh come on, you can’t tell me you’re not surprised!” Roman sighed dramatically.

“It was unexpected,” Logan hummed, glancing over at Roman before looking at Patton. “And some may say illogical,” Roman rolled his eyes. “But sometimes illogical is better than logical.”

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“Say, Logan,” Roman spoke softly, looking up from his notebook to the man sitting at the table, a few yards away. Logan hummed, signaling that he was listening. “Can you sing?”

“No.”

“Oh.” Roman bit his lip, looking at the ceiling instead. 

“I do play the piano. I might be rusty, but I’m sure I can still play. Why?” Roman looked back to find that Logan had moved his gaze from the screen, looking at Roman.

“Just… wondering.” Roman lied, sighing softly as he glanced down at the words on the page. Logan made a disbelieving noise. “Okay, so I may have written a song and I thought it’d be fun to try our hands at recording shiz but I know we have a lot going on, so it doesn’t really-”

“A song?” Logan seemed interested. “Roman, you do realize our entire careers have revolved around music, right?”

“Uh… have they?” Roman hadn’t exactly realized that.

“Illogical.” Logan shook his head fondly. “Roman, what I’m saying is that this is a perfectly reasonable thing for you to want to do. Especially with us meeting singers every now and again, you’re easily inspired.”

“Oh.” Roman felt a flurry of baffling emotions go through him. “Okay, well…” he rolled off the couch and walked over to the table. “D’you want to read it?”

“Yes.” Logan smiled, accepting the notebook Roman held out to him. “Though once I’m done, I’d love to hear you sing it. I know you sing - why did you ask me?”

“I was wondering!” Roman muttered, slumping in his chair with a flushed face. Logan nodded, eyes already skimming across Roman’s scribbled lyrics. Roman watched him read, nervous as he’d ever been - in recent years, at least.

Finally, Logan looked up.

“I quite enjoyed your use of psuedo-rhymes,” he acknowledged. “Using perfect rhymes seems to make a lot of modern songs sound robotic and lacking in emotion. And though I don’t know the tune yet, I believe this will be unique and sound as poetic as intended.”

“Really?” Roman’s eyebrows shot up. 

“Yes, and the alliteration during the chorus is interesting.” Logan held the notebook out. “Sing it?”

“Uh, okay…” Roman accepted it and cleared his throat - desperately hoping that the flush on his cheeks seemed to only be from nervousness.

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“Wow.” 

Roman was transfixed as he watched Logan play softly on the piano. They were at a music store, planning to just get him an electric keyboard as they most definitely could not afford a full piano, but Logan had halted in the lobby and tested a small tune, quickly becoming absorbed by it.

“Logan… holy shit.” Logan lifted his head, smiling that tiny smile only some people would notice. “That was amazing!”

“Was it?” Logan reached up, adjusting his glasses. 

“What was that?” Roman walked around as if he’d find a piece of sheet music he hadn’t seen before sitting there.

“Improvisation.” Logan said as if that was just normal.

“Are you serious?” Roman turned to face him, excitement welling up inside him. 

Logan gazed back, obviously pleased with himself. God, he was so pretty. Fuck. Roman grabbed Logan’s tie and pulled him forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. Logan made a small noise of surprise but didn’t pull away. In a few seconds, Roman realized what he’d done. Shit.

“Ah-” Roman stepped back, face flaming. “Sorry, Logan - I got excited and lost my thoughts for a second. Haha… guess you hate me now.”

“Roman Prince.” Logan grabbed his shoulders, staring intensely into his eyes. Roman stared back, heart pounding. “You are illogical. Completely and utterly illogical.” What did that mean? What was happening? Wha- Logan kissed him again, and Roman was pretty sure he died and became a ghost until Logan pulled away, smiling. “Yet somehow, I love you.” 

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“You’re listening to Logic and the Prince,” Roman said, glancing over at his boyfriend, who was carefully watching the timer tick down. “FM 95.4. And here’s ‘Somehow’ - a hit single by ‘Illogical’.”

The music started, and Roman pulled his headphones off. Logan shook his head, mystified. The song had been a success, but they hadn’t anticipated how much of one it would be. At least, Roman hadn’t. This was the first time it had been requested on their show, and Roman was a mess.

“I told you it was good. When will you believe me?”

“When I stop being insecure.” Roman mumbled. Logan laughed softly. “D’you think anyone will notice it's us?”

“Will you freak out if they do?” Logan asked, eyebrow arching.

“Probably.” Roman laughed, face flushing. “You know me - I show enough emotion for both of us.”

“That’s true.” Logan hummed, smirking slightly. “You are very emotional.”

“I’m taking that as a compliment.” Roman decided, slipping his headphones back on to hear the end of the song. It was so weird to hear his own voice singing through the radio - he was never going to get used to it. 

“Logic and The Prince.” Logan said as the song ended. “Coming up next we have ‘I Called It’ by Cupid and ‘River’ by Sleep. Thank you for tuning in.”

Roman laughed softly, listening to Patton’s cheeky tune start-up over the radio. They’d kept in contact with the two other songwriters - probably one reason why they’d gotten the song done the way Roman wanted it - and Patton had been insufferable once he learned Logan and Roman were dating. So, of course, he wrote a song about it. He was an asshole, and Roman meant that in the most loving way possible.

“I wonder when he realized.” he mused now, as he and Logan listened to it. Logan rolled his eyes.

“Probably the day we met him on Valentine's day. We were both disasters.”

“Oh yeah.” Roman smiled sheepishly. “I forgot about that.” 

Logan smiled, and Roman could have sworn he muttered ‘illogical’ under his breath.

Oh, Roman had really started to love that word.

And... The END! Sorry I haven’t been posting as much writing recently, life has been INSANE for me so idk when I’ll be regular at posting on Tumblr again. I do post a lot on my Wattpad (link is in my writing masterpost) if you love angst and whump haha.

Thanks for reading!

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[johnnys-so]

I recall you saying you don't know Day6 well enough for an analysis, but what about now? If you can, we'd love one. Thank you!

HEYOOO! 

Umm a lot hasn’t changed on that front but I feel like the distance might be a good thing so I’m going to attach some small mini-analysis after the cut.

sungjin

Bob is literally the most dad friend ever and I think he really takes the cake (though GOT7′s JB comes a close second). He looks so constantly done with all of his members, and yet - probably the one who cleans the kitchen and makes sure to stock up on water/ramyeon/veggies etc.

I feel like he was born to be the hyung, you know? He is the responsible and primary caregiver type. Even though he doesn’t make a big show of it, it seems to be a big part of his personality that he takes care of other people

Also, my god his humour is just.... something commendable, truly. He can’t be funny to save his ass but atleast he keeps trying and i think THATS what so funny about him??? sungjin-ah.... never give up bby

I feel like he’s the least complicated of all members. He doesn’t seem to be the emotionally volatile type and seems very centred in his personality, he also seems oddly like he might have a sister? a younger one (does he? idk, mydays pls let me know). it’s just that other than the protective bear stereotype, he does seem emotionally well-adjusted. Maybe he’s just at that point in life where he can encounter a shitty day or some sort of hardship and look at it straight and say - ok, that’s fucked up. But I guess we gotta just work through it. (in comparison, wonpil would be shrieking through his lungs AND working through it)

in terms of a temper i think he most certainly has one but it takes him a while to get there and i don’t think he’d talk through it AT ALL. maybe cleanliness would be his pet peeve? (im just shooting in the dark here)

to wrap it up, sungjin is the sort of guy (in my opinion at least) who has a strong and steady value system and he’s sort of ok with dealing with the world as long as he has it figured out in his head. He knows who he is, and therefore there is little conflict he brings to the world. If he wasn’t playing in this band, I’d 1000% see him settle for the corporate life and clean9 to 5 job which lets him come back home by 7pm and have some cold beer while watching football and hearing his kids play in the living room

Jae

Aww man this skinny bitch. I feel like the fandom is sleeping on his ‘annoying prankster’ potential because i think  he’d give peeves a run for his money

derives great joy from the misery and anguish of others (probably has Wonpil maniacally laughing in the background)

on a normal day Jae is the sort of person who’s probably going through memes on the phone while everyone’s having a serious conversation about their tour or like their everyday schedules. He has a few things he cares about in life and is okay to take a backseat when it comes to the other shit. As long as he gets what he needs (a possible slytherin mofo?)

But that’s not to say that he’s easygoing or wishywashy about the things that he does care about. Music, matters a lot to him. Even though he’s not academically musically instructed (as young k is) he has spent a whole lot of time and effort into educating himself to the point that it really shows in their albums (i could wax poetry about the complexity of Day6′s music and how its so refreshing in it’s personality of being both goth and peppy i-). So Jae is most certainly determined, goal driven and very intrinsically motivated

Also, very much in his head. If he doesn’t have a strong pisces placement, I’m willing to eat my foot. I feel like while Young K is very intense about his emotions, Jae gets very emotional about the people he surrounds himself with.

With people: not very trusting of everyone. Has a chosen few that he goes to certain things about. Might be the kind of person who distributes his troubles by categories to various confidants. But also, trust is something that is earned with jae. But that is not to say that he won’t get along with other people. He’s cordial and is good in engaging a crowd (as a performer, MC, friend, VJ) but he’s also good at drawing lines and boundaries

the most incredible part of his personality for me has always been his work-ethic and his drive to be better. He’s always challenging himself through his existing skill set, but also pushing himself to learn new things. Sounds like a bloody workaholic to me. 

probably shit at figuring out his own feelings/emotions/attitude about certain things. But always up for being the wise advice-giver to other delinquents (read: jamie)

sarcastic wit to sass everyone for days. probably a loki over thor guy

Kink master extraordinaire. Likes cooking up shit and encourages people to sin.

Young K

emo baby af. But we all knew this so more on that later

The ultimate Onion of a personality. Young K, off the bat, seems like he hides so many layers. Not purposely at all, but simply because he’s unable to communicate the extent of his mental world to the public

one beautiful way he has found to channelise all of his thoughts and ideas about the world is clearly through his music and lyrics. But he’s also extremely creative in other ways (art and fashion). I feel like he’s the sort of person who feels most confident and assured in himself when he’s creating. 

socially, what a mess. I wouldn’t say he has trust issues like Jae does but im pretty sure he’s made some foolish mistakes about choosing friends and not realising how to navigate that friendship (friendships where he has demanded too much or has been demanded too much of??). But otherwise a jovial fool the kind of person who laughs the loudest (and dorkiest) at a dinner with friends

how’s his alcohol intake? I have this super funny intake of a drunk young k trying to write mini love poems for all his friends and sungjin being called to take him home and the call actually begins with “did he try to be poetic again?”

while im trying to paint a picture of him as a jester (because young k also needs to be seen for beyond his emotionality) he’s the kind of guy that would surprise you with how brilliant he is. An actual wisecrack/genius, and very underappreciated. I wouldn’t be surprised if he someday returns to teaching

Right. Emotionality though. If he isn’t some pisces (sun or moon) i will actually yell. He’s the definition of ‘someone who navigates an alternate plane, is open to a world that most people don’t even begin to understand exists’. i feel like speaking to him about abstract concepts - such as the existence of truth, the point of life, the definition of beauty, other existential phenomenon - would be so much fun because he’s have such an interesting and unconventional take on things. I feel like he’s make me humble with the words he has (he already makes me feel so secure with all of his lyrics because i realize, even if the world is shit what a relief that someone like young k exists)

probably would be a guilt-ridden but a wonderfully emotionally supportive boyfriend. Someone who understands your demons all too well and would go the extra mile to provide whatever help he can

1000% has high neuroticism scores that would be cause for concern. someone give him a Beck’s depression inventory right away.

HAHAHAHAH probably the fucking kinkiest mofo, after Jae

Wonpil

An actual baby!!

No ok but wonpil has matured THE most in all of Day6 and i really didn’t realise it until i notice how his expressions have become more closed during airport pics, and his voice has gained a new level of emotionality in live stages, and he’s also a lot more reserved these days on variety shows

still the most extrovert in the group. I just think the fame, the crowd, the possible betrayals as a result of their growing fame and having to be an adult in this tough situation - has gotten to him. But that’s inevitable really. None of us can be protected from the reality of life that leeches away at our innocence

such a vibrant soul. Such a giver. As a friend, he’s literal sunshine. Not much of a protector, but more of an amicable I’ll-always-be-there-for-you sort of person (though im guessing the amount of people he extends this courtesy to nowadays has probably reduced. 

fucking made to be an entertainer. He’s naturally funny and attracts all the energy (and eyes) in the room to himself. A very good mood maker if you will

in terms of neuroticism, I think he’d be more on the depression (from the constant stress workstyle and the increasing loneliness) than an anxious person. I think he probably is a bit volatile in his emotions but that’s because he gets lost in the moment. He’s literally someone who lives in the present far more than he lives in the past (sungjin or young k) or the future (jae)

don’t think he's intrinsically motivated much. Prone to a lot of lazy days, a lot of extreme gaming and just randomnly playing jokes and pranks on people. he’d need some strongly external guidance/deadlines to get his work ethic going

high extraversion and agreeableness, probably low on conscientiousness (especially discpline) but fascinated by aesthetic beauty (openness to experience).

Dowoon

Honest to god i cannot figure him out. I think it’s a case of - im trying to look deeper and harder but the truth is, it’s not even that complicated

underappreciated oppa potential 100000%

still comes through as a dork of a maknae. has zeROhand eye coordination outside of drumming. the kind of kid who breaks the glassware and blames it on his sibling (wonpil) and his parents totally believe him because he could do no wrong (aka sungjin grudginly yells at wonpil, again, about house rules)

just a man dedicated to his drums and his food. if he can play some solid beats, get some work done on the albums, play a nice set on a tour, have some chicken and beer while he is resting, have his hyungs fool around in the green room --> he good bruh

but by no means does that make him a fool (though i do think he’s a bit of a fool sometimes when it comes to picking up social cues about wonpil/jae making fun of him. he lacks the 눈치 you know what i mean)

Also (maybe I just love plot twists) but i think he’d be eerily good at picking up on people feeling sad/depressed/lonely/off in general. He’d be like that guy who just walks into the room and sees you just slinking away on the sofa and he thinks.... nah im just going to give them space and go get myself some food. But literally a few seconds later, he sits by you on the sofa, offers you food, and asks what’s on your mind. The silent supporter kind. Willing to listen, willing to be there for you

i don’t know much about dowoon so im just going to end this with: arms that can lift kids/ crush you in a bear hug/ pin you against a wall and leave bit marks on your neck

sorry if that didn’t cover much. I sort of only know day6 with their music. If im extremely wrong or way off about someone, please reach out and correct me!!