#and I was Very Close to Patrick stump

[voiceshearingyouloud]

Me rocking up to the line for the fall out boy pit in jean shorts and a floral t-shirt meanwhile everyone else is full goth 👍 I’m definitely cool

[americas1suiteheart]

Can I Lay In Your Bed All Day?

Patrick Stump x Reader

Here's the Ao3 link if you prefer to read on there!!

Summary; No summary, just some tooth rotting fluff.

Notes; I literally came up with this while listening to Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner so this was quickly thought up.

Warnings; None, no profanity or anything.

<Now playing - Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner by Fall Out Boy>

0:49 ───ㅇ────── 3:20

It had been the late weeks of autumn as it got closer to winter, and it was getting colder and colder in Chicago everyday and the wind was becoming more fierce by the passing hours. Unfortunately the radiator, which was probably older than your parents, didn't warm your room or house up all that much and stopped very often, so you would just have blankets piled up on top of you.

Thankfully, your best friends had working heaters that ran throughout their houses, and they were very kind to let you stay at their place for a couple hours or even stay the night when it was coldest.

"Hey, Patrick. Thank you so much for letting me come over, I think this was the coldest it's been so far, I would've frozen to death!" You joke, standing at Patrick's doorstep, bundled up all sorts as it was 20 some degrees outside.

"Yeah, of course Y/n. You know you're always welcome here, come in before you freeze." Patrick says with a smile on his face, closing the door after you'd already gone inside.

You take all of your coats and scarf off and hang them on his mom's coat rack, a spot always there for yours because of how often you were there now.

"Patrick, is that Y/n?" Patrick's mom called out from the kitchen.

"Yeah, they're here, mom!" Patrick called back.

You followed behind him into the kitchen and went to hug his mom when you saw her.

"Hey, Ms Stumph. How have you been?"

"Hey, Y/n. I've been the same since the last time you saw me 2 days ago. How about you, hon?" She joked.

"That's good. I've been cold, that's about the same it's been, though." You laugh.

Patrick smiled. He loves how you and his mom get along so well and how you two already knew each other well enough to be so close.

"Good thing it's nice and warm in here then. Alright, you two go and hang out, I'm making lunch now and I'll call you two over when it's done."

"Alright, mom. Thank you." Patrick says, hugging her.

Patrick begins walking out of the kitchen and you follow behind him, giving Ms Stump a thank you before leaving.

Patrick's house was always so homey. The brown carpet played throughout the floors of the home, the old brown wooden panels on the walls, and even the smell an old house has.

Patrick enters his room and sits on his bed, you going and sitting next to him.

"Do you want a blanket?"

"Please." You say, smiling at Patrick.

Patrick gets up and goes into his closet, pulling out a big blue and grey blanket.

"Here, both of us could share it." Patrick says, throwing the blanket at you and falls onto the bed.

You unfold it, that is if you could even call it folded when it was just lazily balled up, and spread it out, laying it on top of Patrick and it wrapped around you, still sitting up.

"Lay down, dude." Patrick laughs, patting the space next to him.

You'd always had a little crush on Patrick since you first became close friends with him that only grew every time you saw him or even just simply interacted with him whether it be on the phone or in person.

You lay next to him and get under the blanket more, looking at the ceiling covered with glow in the dark stars. (AN: You can't tell me he wouldn't have those little glow in the dark stars on his ceiling I mean, come on it's so him.)

It was now so much warmer than before, Patrick's warmth was radiating off of him and being under the blanket make it even warmer, and it didn't make it any different from how hot your face probably was at the moment.

The two of you just stayed under the blanket for what felt like forever, but you wouldn't complain about it and say you didn't like it.

"This is nice. We should do this more often, especially when it's gonna get colder in the winter." Patrick said, turning his head to face you.

"I agree." You prop up your head on your arm, now looking down at Patrick.

His eyes, oh my gosh, his eyes. It was always so nice to look into them, the colour was like one you've never seen before, it was his colour.

Suddenly there were two knocks at the door. "Lunch is ready if you two are hungry." Ms Stump says.

"Okay, thank you, mom!" Patrick shouts to make sure she heard.

You and Patrick stay in the same spot for a few more minutes, it becoming slightly more awkward as the minutes passed.

"Um, do you wanna go eat?" Patrick said, clearing his throat after sitting up.

You nod in response, getting off of his bed and following him behind as he did the same and headed into the kitchen.

Two bowls of tomato soup and two grilled cheese sandwiches sat on a paper plate on top of the counter. It was such a comfort food for you, and it was going to be so much better because of the cold.

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You and Pattick layed on his bed under the covers, it was still cold for you somehow, despite the heater being on and being under a blanket.

You debated on asking Patrick if you could get another one, but figured it'd be too much to ask for. Even if you two have been friends for a while, you were still hesitant and nervous on asking him of something, regardless of how many times he'd assured you it was fine and to not worry.

Appearantly you were being obvious about the fact that you were still cold.

"Are you still cold? Do you want me to see if I have any more blankets?" Patrick said, sitting up.

"No, no it's fine. Please just, please lay back down its warmer that way." You say, hesitantly saying the last part.

Patrick looks at you, mouth slightly agape. He had an expression on his face that you couldn't exactly pinpoint, wasn't a bad one, but that's only based off of what you were seeing.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Um, totally." Patrick awkwardly says, his face slightly flushed as he laid back down underneath the blanket.

You don't even know if you were still cold at the moment, the scent of Patrick was filling your nose and it was the only thing you could think of now.

Patrick shivers slightly under the blanket, as the heater had just turned off a few minutes ago, and covers himself a little more.

You slowly scooched closer to Patrick, being no more than an inch away from him.

You continue to just stare at the stars on Patrick's ceiling. Noticing some of them were put on in the order of some constellations and you smile to yourself. He's so perfect in every way. He had a few shelves full of action figures and some lego star wars ships sitting on other shelves across the room. His room was small so it amazed you how much he was able to fit in his room, but he did it in a somewhat organized manner.

Patrick turns around and drapes one arm over your torso. You freeze for a few seconds, but quickly get comfortable to the feeling.

"Is this okay? I should've asked I'm sorry." Patrick says taking his arm off, his voice a little over the volume of a whisper.

"No, you're fine, please stay." You say, turning your body towards him.

You laid, cuddled into Patrick's chest as he held you, drawing shapes on your back and humming some song you didn't know.

You felt your eyes begin to get heavy, and soon enough you fell asleep. You'd definitely have to do this more often now.

<Now press "Repeat"- Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner by Fall Out Boy>

3:20────────ㅇ 3:20

Towards the end I had NO CLUE what to do with it, so it's a little weird, sorry about that. This one was fun though.

[m0thxy]

the other night I had a dream that patrick stump was running a little shop in the middle of nowhere. when I walked in I was like “oh shit, patrick stump!!” and he was like “yeah man, that’s me”, so obviously fall out boy exists in this universe and instead of making any more music he runs this random shop. I started to look around his shop and he sold a rip-off dr suess book that was called “i sell weed”, I didn’t buy it but I was very close to doing it

[shinynewboots]

Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 2

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: Happy St. Patrick's Day! Hazbin and Helluva have not left my head in days lol I am consumed by this series

Warnings: Violence, gore, 18+ eventually, Adam-typical misogyny eventually

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Lute awoke suddenly, overwhelmed by the feeling of sweat drenching her body. She did not feel the heavy weight of her armor upon her person. The room was dark, rays of soft red light passing through the window blinds. 

Every part of her body screamed in pain. She had never felt pain like this before in her immortal life. Was she dead? Dying? Was this what death felt like for humans? 

She looked around the room, eyes adjusting slowly. There were very few times she had been in the dark in her life; there was no darkness in heaven. Even when sleeping there would always be a muted heavenly glow from the windows. 

Her left forearm ached and a searing pain shot down from her shoulder. She went to grab her left arm with her right hand but found nothing but the bed sheets where her left arm would have been. 

Her arm.

She had lost her fucking arm. 

How could she have forgotten that?

Tears welled in her eyes and she felt her breathing increase its pace. The walls felt as though they were closing in. Her mouth began to go dry (She didn’t know it could do that). 

“Fuck,” She whimpered, holding the tears that threatened to spill. Her right arm slowly moved up the bed, tracing the sheet patterns where her left arm would have lay. She felt…bandages?

The sudden contact on her left stump left her recoiling in pain. “Fuck.” 

She had never felt so human. Was this how humans constantly felt during their pitiful existence?

Her eyes scanned the room and— what was that? A shadow looming over the foot of the bed? Not possible, definitely seeing things due to the pain. Lute huffed and sat up in the bed, wincing. She sat up on unsteady feet and unfurled her wings. They stretched out, cracking as though they had never been used.

Fuck!

She had to escape. She had to find— 

Adam! 

Where was Adam?

Was he—

He couldn't be dead. He couldn't die. Fuck.

Lute began walking, her legs shaky. Her armor had been removed leaving only the gray and black exorcist dress.

She reached for the door and attempted to turn the knob. It wouldn't budge.

“Fuck!” She screamed, uncaring how loud she was or if she alerted her captors. She kicked at the door and rammed her right shoulder as hard as she could to get the door to budge.

“Adam!” She screamed, tears finally allowing themselves to leak from her eyes. She clawed at the door with her right hand until her nails bled and the drops of blood traveled down her arm. 

“Fucking face me you dickless bastards,” She screamed, pushing into the door. Her eyes widened when she felt something grab around her body, pinning her arm and wings down to her sides. All of the heat felt as though it was being sucked from her body as her captor pulled her tighter. She looked down to see that her captor wasn’t a person at all but rather shadowy tendrils. 

She tried to resist its grip, but the shadow pulled her even tighter. “Let go of me!”

“Only if you play nice,” A voice said on the other side of the door. The voice was odd, as though it was being played through a radio. She thrashed against the shadows. “Of course, you could always keep resisting, my shadows have been quite invigorated since our recent showdown.”

“Fuck you,” Lute spit out. The voice outside the door chuckled.

“Suit yourself,” The voice replied growing darker and more demonic. The shadows flooded her senses and entered her ears, her mouth, and her nose like a thick, cold smog. She felt so cold, so hopeless in a way she could never have imagined. Images flooded her mind.

Adam dead. Her exorcist sisters slain. The fall. 

She could feel herself re-living the fall all over again but instead of blacking out as she had previously, she watched herself descend. Her wings were no longer working. She tried to scream but nothing came out. Or was she screaming? She could no longer tell anymore. 

“Alastor, I think maybe this is the wrong tactic,” Another voice said on the other side of the door, slightly panicked. “Maybe you could let me and Vaggie handle this.” 

Lute heard a sigh and almost immediately the shadow began to release her. She was back in the room she had awoken in and was able to see clearly without the distorted views of the shadows. She took in a deep breath and sputtered and coughed, feeling as though she was breathing for the first time.

Lute fell to the ground. She felt as though all of her energy had been drained by the shadow creature. She felt herself shiver and could do nothing about it, 

“Lute, it's Charlie. Could we come in?”

Lute didn’t answer but instead crawled to the other side of the room to get as far away from the door as possible. 

Another knock on the door. “We’re coming in whether you want us to or not.”

That was Vaggie. Lute could recognize that voice anywhere. Fucking little traitor. Lute wasn’t given long to contemplate as the door was pushed open and in rushed Princess of Hell and her stupid little girlfriend. 

The Princess waved at her, a tentative smile on her face. “Um, Hi. I’m Charlie, um just in case you didn’t remember my name.”

Lute eyed her warily. 

“And I know you remember, Vaggie.” The fallen angel in question had her lip curled and she stared down at Lute. She held an angelic spear in her hands and pointed it Lute’s way. 

“Here to finish the job, Vaggie? Since you were too weak to finish me off before?” Lute sneered. 

Vaggie opened her mouth but before she could Charlie jumped between the two angels. “No no no, no one is finishing anything.”

No one said anything.

“Right, Vaggie?” Charlie asked once more, sending her girlfriend a pleading look. Vaggie sighed and lowered her weapon. Charlie smiled at her brightly before turning to Lute. 

“Now Lute, I know you’re still recovering and all and probably still feel really crummy and are wondering about Adam—”

The name was barely out of the Hell Princess’ mouth before Lute jumped up and grabbed one of her shoulders. She had never realized how much Charlie towered over her and the other exorcists. Vaggie once again raised her spear, murder blazing in her eyes. 

“Let go of her!”

“Where is Adam?!”

The two angels screamed at the same time. A line of sweat had started to form on Charlie’s brow. She let out an uncomfortably awkward laugh and slowly reached up to remove Lute’s hand from her shoulder. 

“Adam is alive, Lute.” 

Lute could only stare up at the Princess, her eyes wide in disbelief.

“He’s alive?” She whispered to no one in particular. Charlie turned her head to Vaggie and made a motion with her hands. Vaggie begrudgingly lowered the spear once again. 

“He is, Lute,” Charlie said softly. She motioned to touch Lute’s good shoulder, but Lute flinched away from Charlie’s kindness. Charlie dropped her hand. “My dad caught you both when we noticed you start to fall.”

Lute met Charlie’s eyes. “Why would he do that?”

Charlie gave her a confused smile. “It’s the right thing to do.”

Lute narrowed her eyes but said nothing, lost in thought. What could Lucifer and his hellspawn have to gain from saving them? 

“We couldn’t do much about your arm except bandage it. I actually have an Uncle who knows a thing or two about prosthetics if that would be something you’re—”

“And Adam?” Lute interrupted as her injuries were of little concern. Her leader, her oldest friend was alive. He was alive. 

“His injuries were a little more extensive. He still hasn’t woken up yet; my dad thinks it might take a few more days. But we’ve gotten him bandaged up and have been checking up on him pretty often.” Lute nodded, her mind running a mile a minute. 

“I can take you to see him if you’d like,” Charlie offered. 

“Charlie,” Vaggie said, reaching out for her girlfriend’s arm. “Are you sure about this?”

Charlie smiled at her girlfriend and nodded. “Trust me.”

“Yes, I need to see him.”

Charlie, Vaggie, and Lute walked to the room where Adam was being kept. It was only a few doors down from Lute’s room. She made a mental note of the door and hallway, looking for potential escape options or weapons if needed. A cold chill crept up behind Lute and she knew it had to be the shadow creature once more. She stilled and heard a low laugh emit behind her. 

Charlie seemed to notice her hesitation as she looked behind Lute and waved her hands at the shadow creature. “Shoo!” 

The chill dissipated almost immediately and Lute could feel the warmth rush back into her body. Charlie frowned. “I’m so sorry about that, I don’t know what’s gotten into Alastor’s shadows. I’ll have to talk to him. Anyways, this is Adam’s room.” 

Vaggie opened the door and stood aside, letting Lute walk in. Adam lay on the bed, his breathing somewhat labored. He was pale and his eyes had darker circles under them than she had ever seen. His face had multiple cuts and bruises in multiple stages of healing. His hair was tousled, though it looked as if it had been cleaned of dirt and blood. 

Lute inched closer, taking in his injured form. He was covered by a blanket but she could still see bandages peeking out from under the covers. She pulled them back slowly to reveal his bandaged chest. The bandages were clean so someone in the hotel must have been changing them regularly. On his right shoulder, there was a handprint-shaped bruise. 

Charlie cleared her throat, noticing where Lute’s gaze was held. “That’s where my dad caught him.”

Lute nodded. She pulled the covers back up and sat on the edge of the bed. She reached out her right hand (her only hand), and ran her fingers softly through his hair. She had never touched his hair before but now she didn’t know what else to do or what other kind of comfort she could give. Her eyes never left his chest as she counted his breaths.

At the door, Charlie and Vaggie whispered. 

“It's not like she's going to leave while he's still unconscious,” Charlie argued. Vaggie gave her an exasperated look. 

“I don’t trust her.” Vaggie replied, crossing her arms. 

“Then trust me, please Vaggie. This hotel is about redemption and second chances.” Charlie pleaded, her eyes growing wide with desperation. 

Lute glanced over at the pair. Noticing they had been speaking too loud, they lowered their voices even further (though Princess Morningstar inherited her lack of subtlety honestly). She returned her gaze to her fallen commander. 

“Dinner is about to be served if you want to join,” Charlie offered. Lute shook her head without looking at the pair. 

“I’d like to stay here.” 

“Absolutely no—”

“Of course!” Charlie replied, cutting off Vaggie. “I can bring you a plate up!”

 Lute heard Vaggie grumble (forever an ornery bitch), but the pair left her alone with Adam. They did leave the door open though, as if closing the door would make a difference.

Lute looked down at him, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m so sorry Adam, I should have done better.”

When Charlie returned with a bowl of Alastor’s famous Gumbo (second only to his famous Jambalaya), she was met with the sight of Lute sitting at the foot of Adam’s bed, Her eyes were closed and her head lay against the footboard of the bed. Her right arm braced a lamp (of all things) at the door and her wings were furled around her. Maybe as a weapon to protect Adam. 

Poor Lute, always on guard for Adam even when injured herself.

Charlie gave a sad smile and left the Gumbo near Lute to have when she eventually woke. Despite Vaggie’s warning, she even decided to close the door to allow the pair some privacy. 

[earlgreytea68]

Regarding the Easter Pete and Patrick spent together. That was Easter of 2011. So during hiatus.

We talk a lot about hiatus and timelines and such so here is my take:

2010: I think they had very little communication. Hence Patrick not really knowing Pete's son.

2011: Pete's Ex filed for divorce early in the year. I think this lead to Pete and Patrick starting to talk more. Patrick spends Easter with Pete. I think they had some ups and downs throughout the year but they stay pretty close.

2012: Patrick writes Confessions. Pete sees it and reaches out. I think a lot of Patrick not getting back to him right away was probably due to his ADHD. (For me personally I'll see that I missed a call or message from a friend while I'm at work. Then I won't remember to call her back until it's like one am three days later. Which I can't call then so I have to write a note and it becomes a whole thing. Anyway)

Pete and Patrick get together a couple times in 2012 to write music. When they are sure they have something they reach out to Joe and Andy about starting up FOB again.

So I think that yes there is some history revision nowadays, but also I think if you ask them Pete and Patrick will say they had become good friends again in 2011 and 2012 because it's most likely true.

Another point I always want to bring up with hiatus is that Pete and Patrick were never going to hang out in public together because if they were seen together everyone and their mother would be gossiping about FOB getting back together and at that time they were just trying to be friends.

Yes. This makes total sense. Also I'm pretty sure Pete has said that Patrick reached out after the divorce got filed to try writing some songs and they did indeed write together a bit. It's pretty clear from the way Pete tells this story that neither one of them was doing this to actually write songs. To me this connects with something else Pete has said, that Patrick doesn't really hang out without working and that Pete figured out that to see him he had to stop inviting him to parties and start proposing writing sessions lol. Anyway, this is Patrick Stump's love language, this is what he does: A bad thing happened to Pete, so he reached out to say they should try to write together. This was the equivalent of saying Let's go get hammered together or let's go get pedicures together in other friendships. That detail has always stood out to me, that Patrick did reach out to Pete in 2011.

It really is clear that they always considered themselves friends, they were just living less in each other's pockets than they had been.

And it's also true that they would have kept anything quiet, as you point out, because in those days Pete was absolutely battered by paparazzi and it would have been worse if he was hanging out with Patrick in public. But also, I think this so often about them, they really seem to genuinely be friends. Which means that we only see the tip of the iceberg of their interactions because most of them are just between the two of them, and we only see them obliquely referenced, because they're not ours, they're theirs, and considering how public their friendship has always been, I think they're really good at maintaining that boundary for the good of the friendship. It's actually really sweet and makes me think of how very careful they are with each other and what they have together. They lucked out and they've really always known it, even in the middle of what looked to the rest of us as a vicious hiatus. <3 <3

[floridaboiler]

Things I learned from the movies:

1. If being chased through town, you can usually take cover in a passing St Patrick's Day parade - at any time of the year.

2. All beds have special L-shaped top sheets that reach up to armpit level on a woman but only waist level on the man lying beside her.

3. All grocery shopping bags contain at least one stick of French bread.

4. Once applied, lipstick will never rub off - even while scuba diving.

5. The ventilation system of any building is a perfect hiding place. No one will ever think of looking for you in there and you can travel to any other part of the building without difficulty.

6. Should you wish to pass yourself off as a German officer, it will not be necessary to speak the language. A German accent will do.

7. The Eiffel Tower can be seen from any window of any building in Paris.

8. A man will show no pain while taking the most ferocious beating but will wince when a woman tries to clean his wounds.

9. When paying for a taxi, never look at your wallet as you take out a note - just grab one at random and hand it over. It will always be the exact fare.

10. If you lose a hand, it will cause the stump of your arm to grow by 15cm.

11. Mothers routinely cook eggs, bacon and waffles for their family every morning, even though the husband and children never have time to eat them.

12. Cars and trucks that crash will almost always burst into flames.

13. A single match will be sufficient to light up a room the size of a football stadium.

14. Medieval peasants had perfect teeth.

15. All single women have a cat.

16. Any person waking from a nightmare will sit bolt upright and pant.

17. One man shooting at 20 men has a better chance of killing them all than 20 men firing at one.

18. Creepy music coming from a graveyard should always be closely investigated.

19. Most people keep a scrapbook of newspaper cuttings - especially if any of their family or friends has died in a strange boating accident.

20. It does not matter if you are heavily outnumbered in a fight involved martial arts - your enemies will wait patiently to attack you one by one by dancing around in a threatening manner until you have knocked out their predecessor.

21. During a very emotional confrontation, instead of facing the person you are speaking to, it is customary to stand behind them and talk to their back.

22. When you turn out the light to go to bed, everything in your room will still be clearly visible, just slightly bluish.

23. Dogs always know who's bad and will naturally bark at them.

24. When they are alone, all foreigners prefer to speak English to each other.

25. Rather than wasting bullets, megalomaniacs prefer to kill their arch-enemies using complicated machinery involving fuses, pulley systems, deadly gases, lasers and man eating sharks that will allow their captives at least 20 minutes to escape.

26. Having a job of any kind will make all fathers forget their son's eighth birthday.

27. Many musical instruments - especially wind instruments and accordions - can be played without moving the fingers.

28. All bombs are fitted with electronic timing devices with large red readouts so you know exactly when they're going to go off.

29. It is always possible to park directly outside the building you are visiting.

30. A detective can only solve a case once he has been suspended from duty.

31. If you decide to start dancing in the street, everyone you bump into will know all the steps.

[mightystumpmachine]

patrick x female reader in pain so he pampers and snuggles with her

Heyyy! I had a blast writing this fic because I'm actually sick right now, so I wrote about how I'd love Patrick to take care of me :'(( Anyway, hope you enjoy it and come back soon with more ideas <3

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★☆゜・。。・゜・。。・゜★

Wrapped in Love on Sick Days

(Patrick stump x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You wake up sick, but Patrick is there to take care of you.

Warnings: Nothing more than this can be extremely sweet. fluff.

Notes: English is not my native language, so if there are any errors here, let me know :D

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When you woke up that morning, a sharp pain throbbed in your chest. Breathing was difficult, at least today it was.

You were slightly trembling, and occasionally, you suffered from chills. You felt frozen, even a bit disoriented.

The sheets felt heavy on you and no matter how hard you tried to find a comfortable position, moving seemed to worsen the headache.

You decided to stay in bed, hoping the pain would pass. Patrick had gotten up early to do some things, but you knew he wouldn't be long in coming back.

After a little more than half an hour, you heard the front door close and immediately recognized Patrick's footsteps.

"_____, honey!" he raised his voice a little. "Are you home?".

"Patrick?" you asked, unsure if you had really heard his voice.

You heard the footsteps again, now approaching the bedroom hastily.

You could see him approaching the door frame, sliding towards the bed, and sitting next to you.

He smiled at you, but when he took your hands in his, he recognized that feverish warmth almost immediately.

Frowning, he brought the back of his hand to your forehead.

"Oh, love... how are you feeling?" he asked worriedly.

You groaned a little, shifting in bed. "Like I've been run over by three trucks".

Patrick smiled sideways and stroked your hair.

"No wonder you were so restless last night" he thought out loud. "I thought maybe you were having nightmares".

You shook your head. "I'm cold. Is the heating on?" you asked with difficulty.

Patrick looked at you with a pitying look; it broke his heart to see you suffer. He stood up and bent down to kiss your forehead.

"Love, it's not that cold, I promise you" he replied. "You're just running a high fever".

Whimpering, you pulled the blankets over your head.

Your boyfriend stood and slowly walked out of the room.

Peeking out from the covers, your hair and eyes visible, you watched him standing in the doorway.

"Don’t leave," you pleaded, voice barely audible and hoarse from illness.

"I won’t, just need to tell Pete we’re postponing band practice," he said while heading towards the kitchen, "I'll take care of you until you’re better."

You felt a little bad hearing that Patrick already had plans for today (but not that much, honestly). You needed him by your side because with him everything hurt less.

"I love you."

"Very convenient timing," he teased as he left for the kitchen.

You were left alone in the room, shivering slightly. You clutched the blankets to your body with the little strength you had and stayed that way, waiting for the cold to go away at some point.

you fell asleep when Patrick entered the room again, but this time with a tray carrying a cup and some toast.

"Sit up, ____," he said, placing the tray on the bed and sitting beside you, "My mom used to make this tea when I was sick as a kid. Hope it helps."

Sitting up slowly, Patrick supported your back with a gentle hand.

Accepting the tea, you took an immediate sip, wrinkling your nose at the ginger taste.

"Yeah, I know you hate ginger," he smiled, rubbing your back, "But it’ll help."

Nodding, you finally drank it before it cooled.

You only ate two slices of toast because you had no appetite at all, but you knew Patrick wouldn't let you go through the day with absolutely nothing in your stomach.

"If you're still like this tomorrow, I'll have to call the doctor" he warned, to which you only nodded.

"Thanks, Patrick" you whispered. "You're my angel".

Patrick helped you lie back down, adjusting pillows for comfort.

Ensuring you were well-covered, he stood.

"Maybe you should sleep a bit, darling," he suggested softly, clearly intending to leave the room.

Grasping his sweater sleeve, you pleaded, "No... don't go. Stay here... with me."

He looked at you tenderly and lay down next to you. You snuggled into his chest almost immediately, trying to absorb his body heat.

"Wow... you're affectionate today, huh?" he joked, wrapping his arms around you in an almost healing hug.

You laughed softly and shrank, feeling protected under him.

"Shut up" you reproached him, in a joking tone.

"We should do this more often" he whispered, enjoying the contact with you.

"Do you like seeing me suffer?" you feigned annoyance, to which he only chuckled softly.

"Let's say I like knowing you need me, baby" he replied flirtatiously.

You sighed and closed your eyes. You felt a bit of relief in Patrick's arms as you thought about what he had said.

You thought that you definitely should cuddle more often. You enjoyed every moment with him, but sometimes you had to admit you took it for granted.

"You know I love you, right?" you said suddenly.

"Yeah, ando I love you more than you could imagine" he replied immediately, looking for your face.

You looked at him with a small pout; he smiled tenderly and kissed you.

A kiss full of love and innocence that lasted only a couple of seconds.

When you parted, you hid back in his arms. Patrick only rested his chin on top of your head and pulled you closer to his body.

The only thing you could hear now was Patrick's heartbeat, beating right next to your ear.You smiled; those heartbeats had become the best melody Patrick could give you.After a while, both of you fell asleep. Enjoying only each other's company.

When you woke up, Patrick was still holding you. The first thing you saw was your beloved sleeping peacefully with his mouth slightly open, and you felt your heart melt with tenderness.

Incredibly, the headache had eased considerably, leaving only an echo of the former migraine.

On the other hand, you no longer felt the cold that had made you shiver just a few hours ago.

You didn’t feel completely well, but you had definitely improved.

You watched Patrick for a few seconds, enjoying the tranquility he emanated. He was breathing softly, and you could hear a very delicate snore.

You tried to move a little, trying not to wake him, but almost as if he was aware of you even while asleep, he opened his eyes.

He blinked quickly, trying to get his eyes used to the light in the room.

“Hi, beautiful” he smiled at you with a slightly hoarse and sleepy voice. “How are you feeling?”.

“Much better” you returned the smile. “Thank you for taking care of me, you’ve worked magic on me”.

Patrick sighed with relief and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s been my pleasure, though it seems you still have a bit of a fever” he said, stretching to reach his cell phone on the nightstand.

It was four in the afternoon. He opened his eyes in surprise to see that they had slept almost eight more hours since the morning.

“Do you want to eat something and maybe watch a movie?” he proposed, looking at you with curiosity.

“Sounds like a great idea” you said, trying to get out of bed.

Patrick gently took you by the shoulders, laying you back in the same place you had been a few moments ago.

“I'll take care of it” he said as he kissed the back of your hand. “You deserve to be treated like a princess, just wait a moment”.

You let out a nervous giggle and agreed, not very convinced. You felt better, but you knew nothing would stop Patrick from being so attentive, especially with you being sick.

He was always like that. He treated you like a queen.

He went to the kitchen and returned after about half an hour. Now the tray that once carried tea and toast, was filled with two ham sandwiches, some crackers with cheese, a small bowl of popcorn, and two freshly squeezed juices.

He placed it on the bed and returned to his previous position, right next to you.

“You outdid yourself with this” you laughed as you took a bite of the sandwich.

“Everything is too little for you, you know?” he replied looking at you. “I love you, you are the sunshine of my life”.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at that sticky and unexpected comment.

“I love you too, you're my hero, you make me feel better just by being here with me” you smiled at him.

He lunged at you, leaving kisses all over your face, finally focusing on your lips, where he stayed for a long time.

“Stop it” you laughed between short kisses. “You’ll get sick too”.

Patrick moved only a few millimeters away from you, bumping noses. “If that means more time by your side, I'm willing to take the risk”.

You laughed again, seeing how Patrick enjoyed making you blush.

Still beside you, he turned on the TV and put on a random comedy movie.

Both of you settled in, him wrapping an arm around you while you rested your head on his shoulder. The movie started, and although you weren't fully focused on it, you felt calm and happy. Patrick's laughter resonated next to you, and you found yourself more focused on him than on the screen.

Halfway through the movie, Patrick glanced at you and saw you struggling to stay awake.

Although you felt better, your body was still weak.

“You should sleep a little longer, you need it”.

“I don’t want to sleep anymore” you protested almost like a little girl. “I want to enjoy this time with you”.

He smiled, feeling a strong urge to hug and kiss you at that moment. “I love hearing that, honey. But let's make a deal, okay? If you sleep and feel better… tomorrow we’ll go for a walk together… it’s been a while since we went out”.

You looked at him for a few seconds, but finally agreed; it was a good deal. Patrick was very good at negotiating. Then you thought Patrick was good at many things.

Without saying anything else, you snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes, letting his warmth and voice lull you to sleep.

The last thing you were aware of was Patrick kissing your head softly. It took almost no time for you to fall asleep like a baby again.

Patrick turned off the TV once he noticed you had fallen asleep again. He stayed a little longer by your side, watching your calm breathing and just admiring you.

As the afternoon turned into night, Patrick covered you with another blanket and decided to let you rest. He got up carefully, making sure not to wake you, although he immediately noticed you were in a very deep sleep.

Before leaving the room, he whispered: "Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you, hope you wake up feeling better."

He left the room, turning off the light and leaving the door slightly open so you could call him if you needed him.

[cboffshore]

introducing there's a light on: a character playlist experiment

Or: what would happen if I made a Nadakhan character playlist, but only let myself use Fall Out Boy tracks?

Tracklist and notes below the cut, as usual.

A word before we begin: This is both a very intense character exercise and a very casual affair. Very intense in that each song here was heavily vetted over a period of a few months (and, of course, we know I've been doing Nadakhan character work for years on end now), and very casual in that the decision to create this playlist was a quick one, almost a joke. I chose Fall Out Boy for no other reason than, thanks to a new album release and concert cycle in 2023, the fact that I was very into Fall Out Boy. It was a good choice, though; FOB harbors a lot of unique, complex themes that lent themselves nicely to this project. There's also the unique meta angle of lead singer Patrick Stump performing in a style that ordinarily doesn't pair with the genre FOB calls home and pulling it off pretty much flawlessly, which is a neat parallel to Nadakhan's entire origin story.

Some of the songs here are so on the nose you'd think they were written for Nadakhan; others might be here for a single, perfect lyric, or even just Vibes. I should also note that there is no particular order to these songs. I could very well have lined them up to match his seasonal arc, but as a nod to the common critique (and astute observation) that Nadakhan is pretty erratic, I let each song fall wherever it lay while I was tossing them into the playlist. I'll do the notes for these in order of the playlist for ease, though. Additionally, these aren't comprehensive notes - truly, I could write an essay for a lot of these individually. (Please, please, please ask me about songs on here. I might have more to say.) For now, these are just the strongest correlations I picked up.

Of course, I think the best way to get through this playlist is to go listen and just... think about his character. Drop the preconceived notions and the runaway fanonization. Think of what he does, and when he does it, and who's close to or far away from him.

Enough of my blabbering. You're about to get enough of that from Pete Wentz's poetry.

"Love From The Other Side" opens with sweeping, mysterious orchestral work that crashes, hard, into angry drums and screaming guitar work. From there, the entire song acts like an overture for the rest of the playlist: themes of growing up, getting out, and feeling out of place. The lyric that cemented this song's place on the playlist ties into Nadakhan's relationship with his father, as well as his hidden self-esteem issues as he tries to live up to his final promise: "This city always hangs a little bit lonely on me, loose/Like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit." I also particularly like the bridge line "Give up what you love before it does you in" - a gorgeous little nod at the end of the season, where what he works so hard for does indeed drown him.

"Baby Annihilation" is a unique one - fully spoken word by Wentz, with a surreal, dreamlike backing track. I chose this one for its impressive lyrical parallel to a line Nadakhan speaks during the finale: "But you know what they say: if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself." After the fact, however, I thought it sounded a little more like someone else - possibly Jay - talking about the experience itself, or perhaps Nadakhan himself looking in after everything crumbled. It's less of a song and more a series of cryptic observations that I can't quite break down - which parallels how I feel about analyzing Nadakhan. There's always something that feels a little off.

"My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark" is classic FOB, and again, opens with a delightfully parallel line that lights up like a caution sign warning you what Nadakhan's main tactic is: "Be careful makin' wishes in the dark, dark/Can't be sure when they've hit their mark, mark." Tonally, this one is fast, angry, and strong - it sounds like fight music, honestly. It's an anthem all around, complete with layered group vocalizations in the back that remind me of an entire crew singing at once.

"27" is the single most Nadakhanish song I have ever, ever heard. I could go into extreme detail on every line here (and honestly, maybe someday I will!), but I think his attitude towards his crew and how he hides his plans from them is best summed up with this sequence:

My mind is a safe And if I keep it then we all get rich My body is an orphanage We take everyone in Doing lines of dust and sweat

This is one of those songs you need to put both earbuds in for and just... listen. Nothing else. Hands in your lap and think of him as a character, and suddenly every line should fall into place. (Also, sick guitar solo!)

"I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers" is here for a very specific part: the first verse. While the whole song is a nice fit, I absolutely have to highlight the opening few lines, because... wow, if this isn't a perfect fit, I couldn't say what is:

You're a canary I'm a coal mine 'Cause sorrow is just all the rage Take one for the team You all know what I mean

I shouldn't need to explain this one too much. (Also, yes, this is what I named that essay after.) After this point, the lyrics touch on themes of desperate (if ill-fated) love, followed up by wailing vocals in the closer and some very iffy-sounding cheering that fits well with his desperation to be someone.

"Bishop's Knife Trick" was one of the first songs that I knew had to make it onto this playlist. Most striking is the repeated line "The glow of the cities below lead us back/to the places we never should have left," which reminded me both of the floating landmasses and of Nadakhan running away from home. I also think the bridge, with its hourglass imagery and themes of desperation and refusal to let go of the past, is beautifully fitting. This, too, has a haunting, grand tone to it: lots of echoey effects and dramatic chords and reverb.

"West Coast Smoker" includes two very important components for this project: a line specifically about being the last of one's kind ("I'm the last of my kind/and that's all that should matter to you") and a female guest vocalist. The former line ties in nicely with Nadakhan's superiority complex, that belief that he deserves more power than he has simply because he has any power at all (and the whole realm collapse thing, too). The latter, however - in the form of Debbie Harry of Blondie - is a neat little meta thing that I only recently noticed. The first time I ever heard this song, I thought the backing vocals were Stump doing some weird falsetto, or maybe someone else entirely from the band. Honestly, I could barely even hear those vocals. Turns out, that's not the case! When I learned the truth, my entire perception changed. In a similar way, once you realize how much of Nadakhan's story (and all of Skybound) is driven by women (regardless of how they're treated), you never quite see it the same again. Nadakhan's motivated by an undercurrent of female influence in the same way that Harry's vocals lend something unique to this track.

"Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet" starts strong with a nice parallel to Nadakhan's signature persuasion tactic: "When he walks into the room, the walls lean in to listen" and only gets better from there. My favorite part of this song is the infamous "Wish I didn't, I didn't..." sequence that culminates in a very apt line: "Don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness." We know Nadakhan's bitter about having to make other people's dreams come true by virtue of who he is; in an attempt to single himself out, he twists that power, ensuring he makes it out of the footnotes and into the main text of everyone's story. Finally, I love the line "It's a sign - what if you peaked early?" Because he did, in fact, peak early. Twice, actually. First, his heyday before his imprisonment; then, as Flintlocke points out, the brief period where he fully controlled the skies and had already won. Oh, and the fact that the entire song reads like a man trying to convince someone he's trying to woo to leave their existing relationship for his sake? Sounds familiar...

"Heaven, Iowa" is desperately, gorgeously sentimental - a simple, surreal plea to be remembered well, and to be loved. This specifically ties into the moment in the season finale, where he desperately (and apparently repetitively) asks Delara if she still loves him: "Tell me, when the party ends/Will you still love who I am?" (Once again: crashing guitars and layered vocals add extra depth. I love the way this one shifts from simple maraca backing to absolutely wild, desperate percussion and backing choir.)

"I've Got A Dark Alley..." is another sentimental one, maybe a little more platonic or even introspective, that examines failure and disappointment. It also reflects, quite simply and beautifully, how Nadakhan pushes people away and digs his own grave by refusing to let others in:

And the record won't stop skipping And the lies just won't stop slipping And besides my reputation's on the line

"Heaven's Gate" is one of the very few genuine love songs FOB has ever crafted, and it's perfect for what little of the Nadakhan-Delara dynamic we see. There's the rebellious imagery of breaking into heaven, but the lovely faith of knowing one's partner will help them out; there's a near-obsessive note of devotion. It's even a waltz! Most fitting, though, is the line "everything else is a substitute for your love," which I think nicely represents how Nadakhan brushes off his relationship with Delara early on. Sure, it fuels so much of his plot, but he hides it by just keeping busy and hoping those actions all help him in the end.

"Sophomore Slump or Comeback Of The Year" is both confident and insecure - trying to convince the listener that the singer is something special, but being a little too desperate about it at points. I added this one specifically for the pairing of "I'll keep singing this lie if you'll keep believing it" and "the best part of 'believe' is the lie," both of which are desperately repeated. I also appreciated the the bitter remembrance of better times: "the kids you used to love/but then we grew old."

"The (Shipped) Gold Standard" is a restless track, flipping between memories, doubts, impossible future plans, and a desire to be honest without the ability. I do hear Nadakhan's fear of vulnerability here: "I wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungs/but I'm afraid that someone else'll hear me." Oh, and the whole "business of souls" bit, which occurs in a bizarrely angry section of the otherwise very smooth song - almost like the mutiny breakdown.

"From Now On We Are Enemies" is so, so much. "A downward spiral, just a pirouette/Getting worse til there's nothing left" is an apt summary of his story, for starters. Beyond that, this song is somewhere between a confession and an analysis, a self-critique, in fact. Just... go listen to this one. Seriously. Every line here works. There's desire, there's hatred, there's fear... it's delicious.

"The Music Or The Misery" is here specifically for the line "I am indifferent (yet I'm a total wreck)/I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best" as a neat nod both towards his hypocrisy at calling Jay an avoidant coward despite doing the same thing and his meta origin as a mashup of classical literary and pop culture sources.

"Jet Pack Blues" is also only here for one specific part (as well as its overall melancholic tone and church chimes). That would be the weirdly pointed "Did you ever love her? Do you know? Or did you never want to be alone?" that occurs multiple times and reminds me immensely of Jay's accusation in episode 60. Although I like to believe that Nadakhan's love for Delara was genuine (and inf act the only thing keeping him tethered at all), it's never definitively answered, and it haunts me. Was he using her? Was she using him? Was it ever real love, or was it an excuse for power? Jay was onto something, honestly.

"Pavlove" is a song with a weird, weird history. Up until very recently, the only official way to access it was to own a specific version of the album it served as a bonus track on; otherwise, piracy! Or the one YouTube listing for it. Anyway, I like the history of this song as fun nod at the limited knowledge of Nadakhan post-Skybound - he might be a historical figure, but besides Jay and Nya, nobody else has those direct memories of interacting with him so recently. This one works lyrically, too - "I want to make you as lonely as me" and "I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no" both reflect his vindictive yet terrified personality. And all the mirror imagery! And "It's three drinks too late to talk to anyone but myself" indicating his tendency to hide things? Perfection.

"So Much (For) Stardust" is "Love From The Other Side" after it's been put through an emotional wringer. If "Love..." is Nadakhan immediately post-release, "So Much..." is him watching his world collapse and realizing that maybe, just maybe, he messed up and wasted his time. It's got themes of lost confidence and insecurity, and the painful truth that sometimes, you do need to lean on others - a fact Nadakhan refuses to accept that then ends his reign. He also attempts to get back to his glory days, which is gorgeously reflected in the lyrical callback to the first track on this playlist:

In another life you were my babe In another life you were the sunshine of my lifetime What would trade the pain for? I'm not sure

I used to be a real go-getter I used to think it'd all get better

Most painfully, I love the way this song ends as a parallel to how Nadakhan's plans crumble. First, the instrumentals fade out; then, the backing vocalists, until it's just the lead singer pleading with a musical void.

"Chicago Is So Two Years Ago" is a weird, weird way to close the playlist, which means it's great that this isn't any sort of meaningful order. This a little more upbeat than other tracks here, but the themes of homesickness, avoidance, and bitter nostalgia remain. Also, this is where the title of the playlist comes from:

But there's a light on in Chicago And I know I should be home

Just remember: Chicago and Djinjago have the same number of syllables. Do with that information what you will.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

(Yes I still got OrangeJuiceVerse Stan on the brain)

It is so important to me that OJV Stan is the most accident prone loser on the PLANET! Like other than Kenny, he’s cooonnnnstantly a disaster magnet also fucking South Park (Patrick Stump Voice: “STOP BY THIS DISASTER TOWN”) this man just forever is a victim of minor injuries. Ojverse Kyle may be the one with chronic pain, but Stan is out here getting hurt in the dumbest ways.

Like he’ll show up to school with one of those cvs finger splints and Kyle will go “dude how’d you break your finger, football?” And Stan is embarrassed as shit like “nah I uhhh opened the door wrong” “how the fuck do you open the door wrong” “idk I just did” smh loser dumbass.

Not to mention that he’s Tall and tall people are very at risk of hitting their heads on shit, he’s definitely *bonked* himself on cabinets and doorframes, also the amount of concussions this man sustained growing up it’s a wonder he has any brain cells left.

Thank GOD the fucker gets sober at 25 because he’s even clumsier when he’s drunk, there was this whole incident in college where he and Kenny, absolutely plastered, wandered over to a nearby park to do drunk parkour while dressed in their Halloween costumes (Kenny was dr frankenfurter and stan was eddie, they did Rocky Horror that year) (also this was referenced here) Kyle was PISSED bc Stan bruised the shit out of his back and yeah he and Ken were in Trouble for like two months.

This guy has totally burnt himself starting fires on camping trips, cut himself washing a knife, got too excited about the sword he bought for his wedding and fully put a hole in the wall slinging it around like stan you loser that thing is SHARP goddamn who let this man get a sword just so he could cut the cake with it (that thing (he definitely named it something stupid) was under Sharon’s protection right up until the ceremony bc my queen knows her fantasy dork son would probably slice his leg open if left unattended lmao)

Literally he’s also such a horrible patient when he gets hurt enough to actually affect his life, like he falls down the Widowmakers in the SP Survivor college house and totally should be wearing a neck brace for a little bit but he WONT bc “marj chill out the dr said it was just encouraged” bruh it literally took Cartman telling him he was a “goddamn hippie-hypocrite” bc everyone knows Stan’s overbearing as hell when anyone else is hurt or sick. When Stan broke his arm in high school he absolutely tried to get kenny to cut the cast off way too early bc it was itchy and stupid lmfao Kyle caught them with a pair of pliers down the plaster and almost lost his shit smh the Disaster Duo is the sole fuel to his high blood pressure hdasfjdhkl.

He really is such a hypocrite too, he’ll be out here running a high ass fever and ignoring it until he stands up and collapses and then he gets mad when someone else does the same shit. On god someone’ll trip and and skin their palms and Stan will be like “dude you gotta be CAREFUL when it’s icy outside” and then they’re just like “Stan I literally watched you eat shit in the parking lot racing Kenny to your truck like, yesterday.” Smh. Also this man does not remember to drink water ever he’s convinced any liquid counts and he SO fainted from dehydration at a student council blood drive in hs (Wendy was working the checkin station and got so mad at him lmfao he was like “wends pls don’t tell Kyle” and she told kyle and then the Red Cross worker is taping his stab hole closed while this boy she didn’t think would be a problem is getting chastised by both of them lmao. But of course he’s on Kenny’s ass to remember to hydrate. And lord during his stint as the school mascot for that one spring semester he’s out here at cheerleading practice reminding all the girlies to drink water and Bebe is like “pack it up Superman” (he totally looks like Superman) “did YOU drink water?” (This dumbass did not)

Anyway OJV Stan my sweet boy he’s well meaning but also accident prone and maybe a little adhd <3

[quispy-quisp]

AFYCSO vs VLV, what... even...

disclaimer: this is just a really totally biased kind of "deep-dive" into the difference between AFYCSO & VLV. yes I know there's a 17 year gap between these albums but it's such a stark contrast I can't not talk about how crazy it is to me!! (this is gonna be a long ass post lmao sorry) Panic! At The Disco and my feelings about the band

Growing up I was definitely into TWTLTRTD & DOAB era Panic! (blame my yeemo phase) but now that I'm a little older I think that AFYCSO & Pretty. Odd. are some of my all-time favourite albums. Nothing Panic ever put out pre-split makes me feel how Ryan Ross's lyrics did and every song off AFYCSO is very close to my heart. I am also a pretty avid disliker of Pray For The Wicked so just keep that in mind. All things Fever A Fever You Can't Sweat Out was released on September 27th 2005 with band members Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, Ryan Ross, & Brent Wilson from Las Vegas. Their first album for the most part was received with a pretty mixed reaction, they were praised for not really sounding like anything there was at the time (there still isn't a band that sounds just like early Panic did) but criticized for their extremely lucky break by being signed to DCD2 which was a newly formed label owned by Pete Wentz & Patrick Stump as an off-shoot of Fueled By Ramen. In terms of sound, it's kind of hard for me to classify but there are very theatrical elements to most of the songs on that album. The album is split into two distinct sounds of music with the first half of the album being more dance-oriented and the second half being a lot more "emo" Ryan Ross, who was the main lyricist for this album, takes a lot of inspiration from author Chuck Palahniuk and his own personal experiences with infidelity & his relationship with his father. I honestly love this album I don't really have anything bad to say about it. I think Camisado & Build God, Then We'll Talk are some of my favourite songs ever so if you haven't listened to this album yet I can't recommend it enough.

Viva Las Vengeance

I don't know much about this album, unfortunately, I've listened to it ONCE but I can tell that I'm not the biggest fan of a lot of this album, it was released on August 19th 2022 under the artist name Panic! at the disco even though it's been just Brendon for a good amount of time now (that's a whole other can of worms).

From what I've read about the lyrics I think this is supposed to be a concept album but whatever the concept or underlying story is it's lost on me. I do like that they brought back the more orchestral/theatrical feel of the first albums but it still falls flat for me.

Brendon's lyrics to me feel very surface-level and almost rudimentary but I will say that Don't Let the Light Go Out is kind of a banger.

A good chunk of the time when a certain lyric is repeated at the beginning of the album and then repeated at the end, it symbolizes some sort of change in the perspective, for example, one of my other favourite albums Armor For Sleep's What To Do When You're Dead repeats the lyric "don't believe that the weather is perfect the day that you die" showing that the narrator for the album (who dies in the first song) has given up on trying to get the people who are living to hear him, in contrast to the beginning where he feels like he needs these people still (if that makes sense lol).

Brendon I feel tries to do something similar with the lyric "shut up and go to bed" repeating in the first and final track but I still really don't know what this is supposed to symbolize. it feels like there was no growth in this which makes it a lot harder for me to grasp what this album is about. Another thing I really did not enjoy about this album was the use of an 8-track tape, most if not all modern artists use auto-tune and that was really something that was lacking in this album. Brendon has always been known as the guy with the voice, with the decision to use the 8-track tape, it means you can't really auto-tune (as far as I know I might be wrong) and you can hear that Brendon is struggling to hit a good chunk of these high notes which makes some songs a lot more difficult to listen to and makes Brendon's voice a lot less palatable.

One thing I did notice in at least Middle Of A Breakup and Sad Clown is that there's this build-up for a big drop that just doesn't happen and it really throws me off. Some of these songs could be a lot better if they followed a more standard composition because without it they just sound a little wonky/off. And my last gripe with this album is Local God. If this isn't about Dallon Weekes and Ryan Ross I genuinely do not know what on earth this is supposed to be? It is extremely disrespectful to reduce two extremely creative people that you used to be close with to has-beens and "local gods". if this song is supposed to be a sincere song, then I think it may be a little tone-deaf and inappropriate especially as Ryan Ross is one of the main people responsible for Panic! At The Disco even being a thing, and Dallon Weekes being one of the most genuinely creative artists I've seen in a while. What Happened? Not only do I think the passage of time really affected the sound of Panic albums I also think the loss of the original lineup hurt the band's sound. I don't think everything post-split is bad but there's just something about the first two albums that are unmatched compared to everything else in their discography. even when Brendon is going for a more authentic sound using the 8-track tape, it still sounds wildly corporate to me and I think that's why I love the first 2 albums. I know emo doesn't really sell anymore but going the pop root honestly made me a lot less interested in panic than I was growing up. This album more than anything just made me miss pre-split more than I already do and really disappointed in Brendon for continuing the Panic! At The Disco name after everyone had left. It's really sad knowing most people only see Panic as Brendon when it was so much more back in the 2000s.

Anyway, that's the end of my post thanks for reading this, remember this is just my opinion I'd love to know what you think so shoot me a DM or comment whatever. Listen to AFYCSO and don't listen to Viva Las Vengeance for the love of god. Have a good night!!

[nicky-toony]

Kaa and Patrick Stump - a fic

note: this fic contains hypnosis, suggestive content, and my favorite snake!

The year is 2007, Fall Out Boy are in the jungle, alongside an extensive camera crew, they were doing a photoshoot to promote their new album, Infinity On High.

The band wondered why they had to fly all the way to india for the photoshoot, they thought it'd be a bit expensive, but Island Records insisted, so they complied.

The next shoot was in only an hour, Pete was in the RV, Joe & Andy were getting lunch, and Patrick was out sightseeing. He was a little nervous, he thought a tiger could come and attack him any minute while hes alone, but the jungle was quiet, a little too quiet.

He couldn't hear the chatter of the people at the photoshoot, just the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze. It felt almost calming for the singer, he sat down under a tree and closed his eyes, forgetting he wasn't just in a local forest.

As he thought, daydreaming of performing in front of thousands, getting to hang out with his bandmates, and maybe telling Pete some secrets, he felt something curl around his legs and waist, elevating him off the ground.

This was no small feat, whatever did this must have been very strong. Patrick opened his eyes and saw the sky around him, he was on a strong branch of the tree he was just on. When he turned around he saw something unreal.

"Hello, Mr. Ssssstump, wasss it?"

Patrick knew that voice! That was the snake from that one Disney movie, The Jungle Book! That's Kaa!

"Kaa! You're real!" Patrick exclaimed, "A-and how do you know who I am?!"

Kaa responded sarcastically, "How do you know who I am?" he chuckled, "word ssssspreadssssss when you eavesssssdrop."

Patrick knew what to expect, covering his eyes with his hands, "You're not gonna eat me! Please don't eat me! Go away!" He called out in fear.

"Who ssssaid anything about eating you?" Kaa asked, "though you would make for good desssssert!" the tip of his tail poking at the musician's belly, making him blush in embarrassment.

Patrick looked around, nervous, "PETE! JOE! ANDY! HELP!" he shouted out, hoping someone would hear him, but the moment he turned back around, he was face-to-face with that snake again, who's eyes displayed the hypnotizing green, yellow, and blue spiral rings. Wow he's going right in, Patrick thought in his last conscious thoughts before everything faded.

What was happening? Where is he? He lost awareness, but followed Kaa, who's tail had already begun curling around his waist, pinning his arms. As his tail coiled further around his body, the singer's state of mind blurred further and further until nothing was left but bliss.

Patrick didn't care as the snake began to wrap around his chest, he just happily smiled as he was further ensnared, not making any reaction aside from a small gulp as Kaa wrapped around his neck, giving him a gentle squeeze.

Kaa enjoyed this beautiful catch, lifting the man's hat off, letting it fall to the ground, and stroking his hair with the tip of his tail as the gorgeous singer drifted off into slumber.

I can't just eat him now, Kaa thought, I would love to have his bandmates first.

So, as the sun began to set, Kaa snuggled up with Patrick, resting with him. Meanwhile, the photography crew questioned the sudden disappearance of Patrick Stump, the photoshoot started 10 hours ago, where is he? A search party went out to look for him, but his bandmates went searching themselves.

Pete Wentz walked through the jungle, "Patrick? Hello?" he called, "'trick, where are you? We've been looking for you? Did you get eaten? Are you alive?" He looked down and saw Patrick's hat just on the ground, under a tree. He looked up, but saw nothing but the canopy, Pete decided to rest here, knowing his best bud was definitely near, unaware that that meant he was bundled up in snake coils while deeply entranced.

[theatremp3]

wait what has actually happened with the fob/mcr feud stuff my whole dash is just vague references to something happening

i’m putting this below a read more bc it’s going to get long and i don’t really want to recap all this but i’d rather do it myself than have more people totally misrepresent the situation, so.

okay so mcrblr has been for some reason passing around a bunch of polls about how comparatively good the members of mcr are at different kinds of sex.

aside number one: my personal stance on this is that i think it’s weird to speculate about the guys’ sex lives, even as a joke, but given that none of them will see it, it’s whatever. i’ll scroll past it and move on. if pressed i do think that kind of joking should probably be kept to a closed discord server where everyone is in on the joke, because doing it on here means it will inevitably break containment, but again. not my circus, not my monkeys.

anyways. a mcr blogger is like “this sex discussion is so funny, what if it was expanded to include more of bandom” and then used patrick stump as an example. from what i can tell they were trying to satirize the way mcr fans were talking about the guys’ sex lives. they said some stuff in a now deleted post that included things like “patrick would light candles and play marvin gaye during sex [subtext: in a lame way]” and “he looks like a mouse” (note that this is something mcr fans very commonly say about gerard)

that post broke containment and fob fans interpreted it as suggesting that patrick is bad at sex and thus is fatphobic, based on the fatphobic idea that fat people are sexually unappealing

aside number two: fatphobia in bandom is a real issue and nothing i have said has meant to trivialize that. it is absolutely something that has contributed to the way people have treated and talked about both patrick and gerard. but it is not what i see to be the true crux of the situation i’ve been observing here.

okay now let’s go back in time a bit. last year mcr toured again for the first time in a decade. mcr fans understandably went crazy. at some point along the way, i started seeing posts from fob bloggers complaining about specifically mcr fans talking shit about fob and praising mcr at fob’s expense

aside number three: i am a fan of both fob and mcr. i was a fan of fob first. i saw them last week and cried. i do not think either band is better than the other, but if pressed, i would say i personally like mcr more, because i identify more heavily with them/their storytelling. i follow people who like both, people who like mcr and not fob, and people who like fob and not mcr. i myself have never actually seen a mcr fan hating on fob specifically. from my perspective, most mcr fans either like fob or don’t really talk about them. i did see a few posts claiming that mcr was doing things no other band had done or could do (objectively untrue, but understandable hyperbole from big fans) but as far as i could tell fob was never namedropped.

so yeah every now and then i would see some vagueposts about mcr fans from fob bloggers. once polls became a thing the “feud” would come up whenever a bandom poll would get passed around, people would complain about the results, etc

back to the present. op of the post doubles down. a mcr blogger says something like “patrick is a normal size for a 40 something man” which they clearly meant to mean “being fat is within the range of normal bodies” but was interpreted as “i can’t be fatphobic bc patrick isn’t fat. he’s normal and fat people aren’t normal”

i’m too tired to keep typing and it’s 1 am and in 7 hours i am getting on a plane for a one day round trip to see my grandfather before he dies so i’m logging off now. sorry i didn’t finish explaining but i feel like this is probably enough that you can bridge the gap to where we are now. if you have more questions you can dm me or send another ask. i do have more analysis of the situation i just really can’t deal with trying to distill it right now. most of my posts about the issue have been meant to encompass the entire months in the making feud that i believe has lead us to this point, not the specific post

if you’re going to be like why are you involving yourself in bandom drama when your family member is dying it’s because i can’t do anything about it and i was TRYING to use tumblr as a distraction. also like i said the feud has been months in the making and as someone who likes both bands i was really sick of ppl acting like we were enemies

[thesinglesjukebox]

SISTAR19 - "NO MORE (MA BOY)"

Reunited, and it feels so... ???

[5.30]

Michael Hong: The parent song might have had a chorus that positively soared, but here, the duo arrive with a flat announcement: a gentle tap-tap-tap. [5]

Ian Mathers: I have heard "Ma Boy," ma'ams (just today, actually!) and this is no "Ma Boy." By which I mean mostly I miss the boom-bappier production and what feels like a lightness of touch, but this comeback ain't half bad either. [6]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: What the hell were they thinking in referencing “Ma Boy” in the title? I hear “Alone” and traces of 4Minute’s “Volume Up,” but tidied up into something dignified. What that means is Hyolyn does not deliver a stunning vocal performance, nor does Bora function as an interesting foil with a rapped verse. I was never a huge fan of “Gone Not Around Any Longer,” but in retrospect I appreciate that it had the audacity to capture the pathos of a Korean drama. [3]

Kayla Beardslee: This hook isn’t big enough to carry a whole song (every time I make myself sit through it again, my score drops further), but at least Hyolyn reminds us that she still has one of the greatest voices in K-pop. [4]

Nortey Dowuona: When Sistar19 lock in together, they are unstoppable. Apart, though is a different story, When Hyolyn handles the first verse, she is confident and poised, swapping back in during the pre-chorus without losing a step, and leading the last line of the song out on a sterling, clarion note. Bora, however, meekly and gently starts the first pre-chorus and tiptoes to the forefront on the second. Hyolyn strides forth to sing the second pre-chorus with Bora, who gains a bit of confidence in the second part, thus leading each chorus to combine into a bold, all-caps declaration rather than the confident, capable delivery and the shy, meek delivery of the verses, a sign of trust that each's approach will strengthen the song. They've worked together over the 11 years of their hiatus, growing into themselves fully as soloists, and their combined performance is proof. [6]

John S. Quinn-Puerta: I could talk about the way this was designed to be my personal dopamine dealer (strings, piano hits, dual harmonies). I could talk about the sheer amount of context I'm missing (a decade-long hiatus). I could even try for the mythical long blurb and turn this into a personal anecdote. But I'm at a loss here. Pobody's Nerfect. [9]

Katherine St. Asaph: Stiff, stodgy, and capable of exorcising any summoned groove. [2]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: This is so frothy that it almost defies critical assessment -- I've had the hook stuck in my head for the past week but have not managed to muster any particular thoughts about the song other than a sense of giddiness at the throb of the bass. Maybe that's my failing as a listener; maybe it's the song's success. [6]

Anna Suiter: I listened to this maybe 5 times, trying to figure out if "Ma Boy" was actually in the lyrics or just a reference to the now seemingly distant past. It turns out that it actually is, if you listen closely at the very end. An easter egg, if you will. [7]

Taylor Alatorre: The intricacies of these often short-lived K-pop subgroups make it hard for me to think of a Western pop equivalent to this. The closest I can think of would be if Patrick Stump came out with a sequel to Soul Punk in 2022, with a lead single talking about how he actually kinda hates Chicago. And since we're on a Fall Out Boy train now, one could plausibly describe "No More" as a song that knows what "Ma Boy" did in the dark. The willingness to view one's past with coldly unsentimental eyes is a useful skill to have in real life, but it takes some deft songwriting hands to avoid putting too much emphasis on the coldness of it, and to still allow some space for unfettered cathartic release. That deftness is evident only in patches here, and "No More" suffers by comparison to the effortless, perhaps naïve joy of the original. "Take everything you love and burn the ashes," indeed. [5]

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[what-if-nct]

hiiii today's reminder is that tiktok about Patrick stump and Br*ndon Ur*e was so brave yet so very true. which brings me to my controversial opinion: hitting/holding a high note does not necessarily equal great vocal technique. don't get me wrong, it's a skill, and definitely impressive esp in men, but to me it just doesn't come close to people who know how to use their voice to sing. for context, i grew up learning a style of indian classical music called carnatic music, which is very heavy on tonal embellishment and very intricate riffs. and this definitely bleeds into mainstream music here. for context here's a song i love that leans into classical elements while still being pop https://youtu.be/zWEOx7TSM6I?si=WEfPpre6FvkrR4WR and this guy is one of the best in the industry, but you do need a very high entry level of this kind of skill to get in. and I love k pop music, i truly do, but there's a definite difference in the level of vocal technique I expect in a k pop song vs a bollywood song, even in the vocal forward ballads. all of which is to say while I do appreciate people who hit the high notes at the end of the bridge, there's people (here's a non-exhaustive list: onew, jonghyun, suho, taeyeon, taeil, doyoung, dokyeom) who know how to use their voices to their best. who know how to play with a simple melody to make it interesting while still keeping it at a level where it remains a balanced group song (which is precisely why I will fight for solo albums for all of these people). and they're all very expressive singers, which I think is the most important part. could they all do carnatic riffs? probably not any time soon, it would take years of training.

i had a point but I think I forgot what it was trying not to offend people oops. anyway listen to onew's album circle to understand what I mean about skill. that is it, good night

Hiii, Oh, Bangchan also said something similar to that and I do agree, holding a high note is definitely a skill within itself but it's not the sole indicator of a great vocalist. Like vocal control and knowing how to work with your voice is really important. I went to a magnet school in elementary, in 5th grade you get the chance to spend the final hour in an elective. So even though I really really wanted dance, I was too self conscious and chose music. And they did not go easy on us 5th graders. So there's so much that goes into vocal practice and training. And you can really tell when someone really mastered their voice as an instrument such as Sir Patrick Stump, vs Brandon who just goes "hey look what I can do". Also like with the singer you sent you can tell that years of training went into creating the control he has on his voice. Also I got so invested in the music video it was all so wonderful. I want to bring up Felix who yes is more of a rapper but his vocal range is unbelievable. Since his voice naturally is very deep the way that he can manipulate it depending on what is needed is amazing. deeper voices tend to not be as versatile. But his is, I would love to see what more vocal training and focus on singing could do for him. I love Onews voice, I love Onew. He's my favorite little guy. SM does have amazing vocalists. I totally understood what you meant, Goodnight. Sleep well.

[omegalomania]

if we’re talking good fall out boy/patrick covers idk how bold this take is but is it crazy that i actually like patrick’s cover of the cure’s close to me even more than the original? i grew up on those robert smith vocals but patrick stump just has a little spice to his voice

patrick does a really good job with covers because he can do a good job capturing the range of the original vocalist but still sound distinct, like he's not purely doing a vocal impression of all the same inflections and so on. like with the queen cover u can tell he's definitely doing an affectation of mercury and bowie's vocal styles, but he still sounds very distinctly himself!

and thats not weird at all!! i prefer a lot of patrick covers myself lol. patrick's cover of no tears left to cry is the only context in which i listen to that song

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

3 and 5 for the music asks

Ah bless thanks for the ask as always

3. A song you really like by an artist you otherwise don’t listen to very much (whether that’s because you usually don’t like their music, or just because you haven’t listened to the rest yet)

So my husband really likes Jinjer and I am not necessarily super into most of their stuff but I Speak Astronomy is sooooooooo good, so delicious

5. Name an album you feel is perfect

Oo lord this is controversial but Mania by Fall Out Boy. Actually the last 3 FOB albums as they have been released have all felt absolutely perfect to me, at the stage in my life that I was listening to them, and the memories I have of sitting there with my friends and listening to them together. I guess I can't separate the feelings and the memories from the music itself in that regards. But specifically Mania, which is possibly one of the most hated FOB albums lol -

The album was late because of creative issues and the single release of Young and Menace had not gone as planned, so only two songs were actually previewed at the Mania tour: Young and Menace, which Patrick Stump performed solo on piano, and Wilson (Expensive Mistakes). Since FOB's reunion, I have never missed a single one of their Atlanta shows, and this was no exception lol, but this was different, because it was my first show with Marshall, my then-boyfriend-now-husband, and it was incredible. We were on the floor, so close to the band, it was really special. I think that was maybe, a week or two before I was moving away from my hometown to the city where he lived, so I was on the precipice of a big change in my life.

I remember counting down to the actual album release, and it was released on the exact same day Marshall and I (still just dating, but at this point had moved to the same city together) were about to drive up for a week in a cabin in Gatlinburg, TN. We listened to it in the car on the way there, and with each song, my emotions just kept building and building, until Heaven's Gate, and the vocal's on that song were so clear and beautiful and really resonated with me, and I just had this thought that this song would be the first dance at our wedding together, and I think it was the first time I really considered that we could actually get married to each other one day. And it was followed by the equally beautiful song, Church, but Heaven's Gate always stuck with me, and yeah, it was our first dance at our wedding and I found a shirt at Hot Topic with the lyrics on the back and I wear it all the time because I'm a sap.

Bishop's Knife Trick and Sunshine Riptide and Hold Me Tight or Don't? Wilson? All absolutely incredible. Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea, Last of the Real Ones, Young and Menace, and Champion all rock too.

How can you get more iconic than the line "I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker color" I mean honestly,,,