#but of course it worked out that way bc its fob and bc its them

[thekidsarentalright]

i cannot imagine how cathartic it was to make miss missing you like. this song that patrick started writing during the hiatus but stopped because it felt too much like a fall out boy song, this song that is very very easily interpretable about fob/pete and patrick’s dynamic, this song about missing the feeling of missing someone/something, missing the feeling of wanting them but now the sting has worn off and you miss when it stung. this song was then brought back on the table when pete and patrick started working together again and pete helped finish it off just like he would with patrick’s lyrics during tttyg and i just. i cant imagine the catharsis of writing a song about all of that with someone who you had began to miss missing. what a full circle song and moment for them to find each other again and heal such a fresh wound with music that is their love language

[awsugar]

(same confession again) yeah! I would lose my shit so hard if new music happened and I hate to be pessimistic I really do bc that would be so. FUCKING. rad. but all the what if's. there's a reason they scrapped MCR5/TPK. there's a reason they "scrapped" CW. and DD exactly like you said felt like a completion. we survived. it's done. we did it. it felt like a fully completed story arc. (and I do have a slew of thoughts nowadays on the ending of the band and how,, like,, as you have even said by speculating on the guys being excited just months before hand, something fucked up happened.) but that's a different topic. and you're right even tho again, not DD slander, love it, least fav yes but that doesn't mean I Dislike it at all, it has fucking bops. but it felt the least MCR? idk. it's very hard to put that into words without it coming off as a negative thing which I do not mean for it to sound that way. I feel like you get it. but yeah like. listen I love Green Day and Blink and FOB, but I worry that MCR might go down that path of, okay, let's pump out another half assed album that's lost all of it's heart and soul and passion. (I fuckin love those guys though I'm sorry this sounds harsh but that's how I feel I'm sORRY) they're not the only ones but they're good examples. or they could totally let go of the Expectations and just make an album. nothing grandiose, but it's genuine. on one hand I have all of these feelings and then on the other hand I also think (probably with bias) that those guys individually are brilliant, and fucking talented ass musicians. and when they put their minds together they're a dynamic perfect fucking fit and it would be impossible for it Not to be fucking outstanding and incredible. what if they don't reinvent and it's disingenuous. what if they do and it's so different it's not them anymore. and what if they do it fucking perfectly and it changes our fucking lives again. (but I'm still on the no new music side and truly would not be upset over that. they don't owe it to us.) ugh okay I'm sorry for writing 2 fuckin essays essentially repeating the same thing. you're my therapist now. see you next week Dr. Mack.

HI ItS BEEN LIKE A WEEK WHERE ARE YOU.

sorry i havent been online mostly this week just working a lot but i have the next three nights off so im ready to Speak.

and yea i basically agree with all of that. i think it is very much a trend for bands to get like. Worse. the longer they keep making music. its just what happens. i think most people only have like 3-5 awesome albums inside themselves and then everything that comes after that is just trying to live up to that. like it can still be decent. i genuinely enjoy current fob and panic. but is it the same? is it AS good? definitely not.

so of course thats part of the fear with mcr. espcially since its been so long and gerard hasnt really been writing music at ALL as far as we know. i mean the most full song he's written most recently is phoning it in which kind of blows and speaks to the fact that he's given up. so..

yea i mean i dont expect it and i dont want it but part of the not wanting it is the fear that it wouldnt' be good

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Til Death Do Us Part ch 1

This will end up on Ao3 eventually  Based on the @maulusque post (Which You Should Read Before Reading This) where Fox and Palpatine end up in a fake relationship and sham marriage because both thinks the other is sincere and that they are manipulating the other but Fox had one hell of a prenup and ends up cleaning house when he divorces Sheev and saves the galaxy 

This is not that story.  This is a failed version of that story I thought up because my two braincells were like Rey Palpatine? That makes Fox her step-grandpa??? and i wanted them to meet. It also is turning into a Sequels Fix It (disclaimer- I kind of take sequels canon about the sheev clones and mash it with my fist until juice comes out and make lemonade and do whatever i want bc they dont explain enough)

Summary:  Fox wakes up from cryo-stasis to a galaxy recovering from the fall of the Empire as the universe’s Bitterest Ex-Husband because he didn’t get to kill Palpatine himself. He’s not going to let some discount clone of sheev ruin things again either, and ends up with a surprise step-granddaughter along the way.  3k words chapter 1/?

Fox should have known better than to attempt out-manipulating the puppetmaster of a galactic war.  What really rankled was how close he had come, his fingers had metaphorically brushed the salvation of the Republic before it had been snatched away. 

The divorce had been more than halfway processed, and Palpatine had grown more and more panicked.  Under the scrutiny of every lawyer on Coruscant, the prenuptial agreement had been airtight, the political powers Fox tried to give himself in it were unlikely to be enforced, but the monetary and titular aspects were to the letter of the law.  

Of course the law only applied to citizens and sentients.  Palpatine cracked down hard against Clone Rights in those last months.  He himself did not publicly utter a biased word in either direction, only ever praising the effectiveness of the troops, but many of Palpatine’s close associates presented strong cases.  People that had been at their engagement party, people who had been roped by tradition into dancing with Fox’s brothers at the wedding, people who had looked him in the eye over an oiled banquet table and praised his wit, became the ones proclaiming that Fox and his brothers had no more inborn rights or legal merit than a droid or womprat. 

Palpatine drew the court case out in circular debates, and last minute rescheduling.  Fox was kept exhausted and worn to the bone between the ramped up tempo of the war, the grueling hours in court, and the new loathing facing him every second he spent at his job in the Coruscant Guard.  Palpatine had dropped any acts around Fox, no longer the doting grandfather of the republic, or enthusiastic geriatric spouse, but bitter and jilted and cruel-tongued.  Some days Fox feared for his life. 

It was that resignation that he would die that saved Fox’s life.  He updated his will -clones were at least allowed those for any non-GAR-issue items they had - and made sure copies were held by numerous offices, and even on other planets.  He appointed Cody and the Coruscant Guard as the main benefactors, Cody had the authority to divy resources up among the rest of the vode, and the Coruscant Guard were both his closest brothers and deserving of any boon he could grant them.  He left a hefty endowment for the cadets and tubies, to find either adoptive families or to raise them without the military training in the event of the War ending.  He left his half of the cultural artifacts that Palpatine had collected to the Jedi for them to distribute as they saw fit. 

Even if Palpatine managed to pierce holes through every line of the divorce documents, he could not deny Fox’s last will and testament.  Palpatine had to keep Fox alive, or else he would lose many of the assets he was trying to keep in his grasp. 

Fox had counted on more time to slip information to the GAR and the Jedi, he had counted on less supervision, and he had counted on Dooku and Grievous lasting for a few more months than they did.  

He failed to prevent Order 66, and as his brothers lost their free-will, he was abducted from 500 Republica.  A drugged dart jabbing through his blacks and unfamiliar hands hauling him onto a ship.  He was put into cryo-cycle stasis. That counted enough as keeping him alive that his will could not be enacted, but kept him and his insider knowledge from challenging Palpatine. 

Forty years later, a decade after the fledgling New Republic finally closed the buried account that dripped credits into the facility Fox’s stasis pod was in, the power couplings shorted out - whatever droid or employee was in charge of maintenance long departed for salaried work.  The pod had emergency protocols to thaw him out with the last of its energy reserves if the power was cut out. 

And so out he had staggered, head aching and bile rising.  His genetically wired resilience and discipline had carried him through the worst of the stasis sickness. 

The computer terminals were easy enough to slice.  Palpatine did not change his cybersecurity strategy over the decades, and Fox knew more than he wanted to of that man’s mind.  What he found was disturbing, but not surprising.  Weapons capable of destroying entire planets, the genocide of the Jedi, the suicidal brothers made into cyborg Dark Troopers, a Galactic Empire.  And cloning, an overwhelming amount of information on cloning. Not just familiar Kaminoan files, but resources from other cloning facilities, Strand-Casts, Splices, Stem-cells- every method explored and combined.  Palpatine had been seeking immortality.

Fox did not let himself think about what year it was, he did not think about the decades Palpatine had marred for the Galaxy, the vode all marching far away without him, the history ripped apart by waves of propaganda.  What he thought instead about was his own failure to sacrifice himself and put a blaster bolt through Palpatine’s wrinkled forehead so many years ago. It rankled quite a bit that Palpatine died while he was in stasis - the bitterness of unfulfilled hatred. But he could find new purpose. He would not let a false Palpatine return and inflict himself upon the healing Galaxy.  

After he left the lunar facility orbiting its dead planet in a nearly-corroded relic of an emergency escape ship, the first goal he achieved was programming a medical droid to excise the control chip from his brain.  Then he started slicing again.  There were still some accounts he had set up during his sham marriage with credits that had decades of interest.  His backup plan to that was selling the material assets he knew either he or Palpatine had stored away in scattered locations.  

Fox bought a ship, blasters, and assembled piecemeal a set of armor.  He bought bounty hunter credentials, keeping his helmet on always to hide any recognition his face might bring.  He stacked crates of rations in the empty bunks in his ship - a Skipray Blastboat - a vessel meant for four was a roomy choice to travel alone in, but still nearly invisible in its ubiquity.  And he went hunting. 

Palpatine’s clones were hard to find, a challenge Fox embraced for its distraction.  He found out some of the pseudonyms running the older facilities, the constructed identities for whatever apprentices, droids, or imperial loyalists were actually doing the work.  That was a mystery Fox was still investigating.  

Sometimes, to find a clone of Palpatine, Fox anonymously set the bounty himself, and then claimed it as well - getting the resources of the minor guild he worked with, as well as a tracking fob. 

Sometimes he killed them. Sometimes it was easy, the compulsions and the personality of Palpatine showing through, and that hated face looking back.  Sometimes they were worming their way into government positions to undermine the New Republic.  Sometimes it was harder, botched strand-casts that held only a passing resemblance to the man, and were without the force or any malignance.  Those, Fox judged on a case-by-case basis.  Were they in politics? How connected were they to any neo-imperialists? He judged each of them by their own actions, he knew the way a clone could be blamed for the actions of another.

He was not the only one after these clones, someone else was also hunting them - off of any official Bounty Hunting channels. And with the karked up Sith tradition of usurpers, Fox could not assume it was an ally. 

Fox’s unknown rival gradually became more than just a nuisance to compete against.  There had been a strand-cast clone of Palpatine’s that bore only a partial resemblance and had been actively undermining some of the networks Fox thought might be connected to the cloning facilities. Fox had been trying to track him down, to talk to someone who might be able to link him to the roots of this operation - he was even ready to offer personal protection - but his opponent had reached him first. 

The man was dead now. As was the woman he had been traveling with.  It was frustratingly suspicious, and Fox was out of other leads to investigate.  He spent a few months slicing and scouring for information about the strand-cast.  The man had boarded a ship from a large spaceport with a woman and a child, had transferred numerous times, and then, at the last port before his death, had only embarked with the woman.  The child had either died prior the the adults’ deaths, or was still alive.  And if the child was alive, they might know where their father had come from.

Shipyard security cameras and life/heat sensors could only tell him so much.  He looked into crew manifests, ration orders, and fuel receipts.  Between fuel logs and hyperspace maps, he created a list of planets between each refueling stop with more fuel purchased and time between than a direct route would necessitate and worked down that, checking for ships matching their vessel’s description docking with false credentials.  Planets with smaller populations were quicker to investigate so he looked there first.  It was a slow process over weeks. 

 Jakku had only a few scattered settlements, and while their ship monitoring was lacking, the local population was likely to have seen anyone who arrived or left. He landed outside of one of the larger trade centers. 

He disembarked his ship and walked towards the mass of tents and shabby buildings. He was wearing only a minimum of armor, and had left his helmet on the ship. His blaster was still displayed in its holster, a weight he felt pressed against his thigh with every step. He wasn’t here as a bounty hunter, but something closer to undercover instead, and if the kid was here he didn’t want to scare or threaten the child prematurely.  He would blend in more as just another spacer. 

He was met by a varied group of sun-beaten and skeptical beings. The welcoming committee seemed torn between distrust and hope for trade. 

“I’m here for information.” He began, showing a flash of credit chips when he pulled out his holoprojector. “About a year ago a ship of this type would have arrived and left a passenger behind.” 

“Lotta ships come in and out…” A thin Caskadag said unhelpfully.  But Fox could see poorly concealed recognition among some of the faces. He mentally debated who to bribe or how else to persuade the crowd. 

Out of sight, there was a shriek of conversation and then the frantic scuffle of running feet over sand.  A girl emerged from a clump of tents and stopped, almost breathless, staring at him. She was young, between six or eight, Fox struggled like most clones with approximating odd numbered years of natural borns, but she was small. 

“Did my parents send you!? Are they gonna come get me?” She asked with bright desperation. She was staring at the holoprojected ship in his hands.  Fox knew this was the strand-cast’s child. 

“I’m here because of your parents.” He said evenly.  He looked at the group of now unhappy onlookers, denied their chance to weasel credits out of him. “Is there somewhere less busy we can talk?” 

“Mmhmm.” She walked him between tents to a clearing edged with waste heaps. Fox opened his mouth and then stopped again, hesitant. 

“Why did my parents send you?” There was sensible caginess warring with hope in her voice.  She kept glancing back to the crowd they had just left. 

“I’m sorry, Rey,” He hoped that what the other workers had muttered at her had been her name, and dropped down to one knee to be on a level with her. “But your parents are dead.  I’m sorry, but they can’t come get you.” 

There was a watery vulnerability to her eyes.  Fox expected a denial, he hated being the one to deliver this news. It was partially his own failure.  

“So… So I’m just… I’m just going to stay here? And - and work for Mister Plutt forever?” She looked wetly at the pitiful tents around them, the sand, the beating sun, the scrap-sorting piles.  Fox looked at her, at the scabs and callouses on her tiny hands, at the stained clothing, at the bones of her arms, at the ring of faint green skin around her wrist.  Force, he had always been weak for the cadets. 

“No, if you want… If you want I can take you with me.”  It was an impulsive offer, but it felt right. 

“You’re not my dad.” She said sulkily. “I’m only supposed to leave if him or mum comes.” 

“No, I’m not.” Fox did some quick thinking about his relationship to Palpatine, his own apparent age, and the fact her father was a clone of Sheev. “But I am your father’s ex-husband.” 

He knew that she had no reason to trust him, and frankly if she had any sense to not get abducted, she wouldn’t.  Fox was ready to pull up a datapad with the copy of his marriage certificate, proof her father was a clone, and a discussion of family trees.  Instead of an argument, she looked intensely at him and he felt a warmth swell around him, like a summer breeze.  Of course the kriffing kid was force sensitive. 

It was pleasant, as far as being probed by the force ever was.  She was bright and gentle and washed over him, so unlike the cloying oil-slick that he had not realized choked his mind for years until he was finally free of Palpatine. He waited, keeping his thoughts on what he had just said, but not so intently as to raise her suspicion that he was hiding something. 

Eventually she nodded. “Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“I know when people are lying.  And-” She hesitated, squirming a little. “And you feel nice.” 

Fox smiled. Nice was not the word that Fox would have picked to describe himself currently, considering he had spent a better part of the past year hunting down clones of his ex-husband and killing many of them with extreme prejudice. He wondered unhappily at what relative caliber for niceness she was comparing him to. He stood up and paused. 

“So you’ll come with me?” He asked again for clarity’s sake. 

“Mmhmm.” She confirmed, and stepped to his side, reaching up to worm her little hand into his. 

“Do you have stuff to get? People to say bye to?” He asked uncertainly.  He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to go, and right now it felt too easy.  She started tugging him towards the array of scrap-sorters.  

She went to a spot she had clearly hastily abandoned when he had arrived, and picked up a dingy canvas bag and slung it over her shoulder.  She walked back to him and put her hand back in his again.  

“Okay. Now we need to tell Mister Plutt.” She nodded towards a permanent structure at the edge of the scrapyard. 

“Rey, Rey, Who’s that man?” One of the women who had not been in the group that greeted him, skin toughened by sand and sun, rose up from the heaps of metal and brandished a staff at him.  Part of Fox was relieved that at least someone was stopping little girls from getting kidnapped.  The other part of him put on his most charming, non-threatening smile. 

“I’m her father’s ex-husband.  Her parents are dead and I only just found out…” 

The woman glared at him but shifted to look at Rey, softening her gaze. 

“He tellin’ the truth? Do you know this man?” 

“He’s not lying.” Rey said. “And Dad mentioned he had a complix-complexcated past.” 

“Her father and I may have split over our differences, but I’m not leaving his kid to grow up a scrapper beholden to quotas when I have the resources to raise her instead.”  Fox’s honest determination had the desired effect, the woman lowered her staff and nodded, still suspicious but relenting.  

“You’re going to have to pay Unkar for her.” 

Fox frowned and gestured towards his blaster on his hip. “Sure, I’ll pay.” 

“No. I mean it. You try any funny business and he’ll set the guild on you or worse.” The woman was very serious.  “You got enough to pay?” 

“If I have to, I will.” Fox said with finality.  He did not want to buy another being, but he also wanted Rey off of this planet as smoothly as possible. 

The questioning was repeated with Unkar Plutt, who glared with equal distrust to the people outside.  He took Rey aside into his office room, and Fox hoped it was to question her about his claims and if she actually wanted to leave with him.  Fox was concerned by how easy it was for someone to take a child off of Jakku like this, but also acknowledged that this was incredibly convenient for him. 

Plutt and Rey reemerged and Rey walked over and clung to his pant leg.  Fox brushed a hand over her hair. 

“I’m losing years of good labor.” Unkar said callously. “I expect to be compensated.” 

Fox told himself that the credits he handed over were a bribe. Fox swung Rey’s little bag over his shoulder and after a moment of consideration, hoisted Rey up to rest on his hip as well.  She was light and clung round his neck, giggling with surprise in his ear.  

Fox didn’t need to be force sensitive to know that this decision felt right. 

[filthyjanuary]

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#it's genuinely the only angel x human ship i like in the show and thats bc it like... just works so seamlessly like zero effort went into it

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#5

last night (june 6), a white man drove his truck into a muslim family who were taking a walk in london, ontario, canada. of the five members of the family, only a nine-year-old boy survived. his 15-year-old sister, his parents and his grandmother are all dead and authorities are pretty confident it was premeditated and the family was targeted because they were muslims. three generations of a family gone for the crime of existing while muslim in public.

violent hate crimes against muslims have been on the rise in canada, like they are around the world. it’s exhausting being muslim and seeing it day after day.

to my understanding, the little boy’s extended family is keeping his identity private and i have not come across any way to donate to him directly, but if i do, i will update this post. for now, i ask, if you have anything to spare, to please donate to the national council of canadian muslims’ assistance program for victims of islamophobia.

edit: here is an approved fundraiser for the 9-year-old boy.

119 notes • Posted 2021-06-07 21:49:56 GMT

#4

I have no side, I was designed to stop deviants and that's what I intend to do.

144 notes • Posted 2021-03-05 09:25:12 GMT

#3

otto wood + snow globe

176 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 07:37:01 GMT

#2

fandom racism is so much harder to swallow when you're interacting with media that goes out of its way to feature characters of colour and they still get sidelined and erased

like when something revolves around predominantly white characters, you can almost like reassure yourself that the only reason the fandom is racist is because the source material doesn't give them much to work with

but when you're in a fandom that DOES have characters of colour and white people just blatantly erase them it fucking sucks so bad lol like nothing matters no matter how much progress is made, at the end of the day people see you as forgettable if you're not white

like ok sorry again to be talking about dbh on main in 2021 but like there's something incredibly depressing about the fandom of a game that is explicitly (to the point where it's often hamfisted and kind of cringey) about rising up against oppression, and that heavily features characters of colour, including 1/3 main characters, deciding their top three pairings are all white m/m pairings, including the second most popular pairing literally being a character that a) has no canonical personality or dialogue b) appears for 30 seconds at the end of like... one variation of a playthrough, and pairing him up with a cop that is also pretty insignificant in the broader game universe and who explicitly hates his kind. like yes we're going to put energy into developing this but completely ignore one of the actual lead characters who has infinite shipping potential and really interesting dynamics to explore with the characters around him but oh whoops! he happens to be black </3 but if anyone calls us out we're just gonna say his characterization isn't nuanced enough, like white robot with no personality or dialogue is somehow developed character.

and then like if we're gonna be #fandomprogressive and include a f/f ship, we're ALSO going to sideline another pretty important black character by erasing his existence so we can hook up the white character he bonds with over the course of the story with a different character who she's never met before, because again what the fuck is intersectionality, we have white lesbians so we've hit peak woke, even though if you really want a f/f ship, there are lots of other options that don't involve literally erasing a black character from his very important place in the narrative

anyway being a woc in fandom is a fucking nightmare <3

249 notes • Posted 2021-02-24 01:09:43 GMT

#1

little bitch (self-diagnosed) 

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[metazensae]

Is FoB a gay story?

boop beep boop

heyo don’t mind me, this is just a vent bc i’ve been holding these thoughts for a while and i don’t know where to put them! so here we go!

I had a dear friend of mine read my latest FoB manuscript (ch 1-4). She knows generally where the story is going - like a bunch of the major plot things to come and basics on most of the characters. When I ask a beta to read my stuff, I always ask for feedback on pacing - this is a script for a webcomic, after all, and I just wanna know if stuff still seems interesting or if there’s something off with the pacing or sequencing since... I REALLY wanna minimize redraws as much as possible.

So long story short, the feedback I got was overwhelmingly positive, which made me feel GREAT. But then she closed her review with, “You can’t even tell this is a gay story!”

A gay story?

A gay story.

I was kinda taken aback by the comment. I’m really not shitting on my friend here. I’m more thinking about how this story is perceived by people other than me, the writer. Do people think this is *just* a gay story?

For full disclosure, FoB’s genre is dark fantasy/action, and while it has a pretty representative cast of LGBTIA, I hesitate to reduce it’s plot to a single element that would classify it as gay. The plot is not about the struggles of LGBTIA. Some characters just ARE, and plot happens irrespective of it.

Of course, she just meant her preexisting knowledge that some men will eventually fall in love, and from what she felt when reading it, she didn’t feel a strong indication that it would go in that direction - which might surprise potential readers not in the know. She meant more that people would be swept into the storytelling and, before they knew it, find themselves in the center of a gay romance, whether they want to read LGBTIA literature or not.

The thing is that I don’t want to DUPE anyone. I want it to be pretty clear what people are getting into from the get go. 

Which is:

Dark fantasy / Action (clear from ch. 1)

Lots of blood and violence (clear from ch. 1)

Lots of cursing (clear from ch. 1)

Sex (clear from ch. 3)

LOVE IN ITS VARIOUS FORMS (this is hard to say)

Yes, a very central relationship in this story involves two men, but if it comes out the way I intended, it won’t be everything this story has to offer.

I clearly spend way too much time thinking about this, but I’m pretty sure this is is one of the factors in why I shelved the manuscript for the last month. I’m trying tho. I’ve got so much work ahead of me.

TL;DR -

You can call FoB a gay story if you want, but if that’s what you came for, you’ll be waiting a long ass time before I deliver on that promise. And meanwhile, you’ll be missing a lot of other just as equally great plot stuff I’ve got planned.

[blushedaesthetic]

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Thank you omg!! This is gonna be so long lol

1.) what’s a song you depict with your childhood? - sk8r boi by avril lavigne was my favorite song from ages 3-8 lol2.) did you have a memorable childhood pet? - YES!! my bby max. I got him when I was 8 and he just passed away this past october. He was my best friend nd I miss him :(3.) have you ever been drunk? - yeah lol4.) have you ever tried drugs? - yup5.) have you ever completely regretted what you’ve said? - yeah a couple times. 6.) have you ever made someone cry? - yes7.) has someone ever made you cry? - yes8.) have you ever been in love? if so, describe the moment you knew it. - yes. It was after a top concert and we were laying in my bed and I just got this feeling in my chest like I was connected to them. It was crazy. I’m still totally and completely in love with them. S/o to monet lol 9.) which came first the chicken or the egg? - neither 10.) are you part of the lgbtq+ community? do you support them? - I’m gay as fuck my dudes11.) how many siblings do you have? - 212.) have you ever been in love with someone you couldn’t love? - I think so yeah13.) are you a good cook? - nooooo14.) what is your favorite tv show? - the office or sons of anarchy or naruto or the walking dead (pre glenns death)15.) what is the last movie you cried during? - I don’t remember 16.) what are songs you’ve cried to when you first heard them? (if any) - goner by twenty one pilots 17.) do you have a middle name? - yeah it’s marie yikes18.) have you been out of your country? - just to canada 19.) are you a chocolate fan or not? - eh20.) how many people have you kissed? - like 1121.) what is your favorite album? - rn it’s harrys album but of all time probably vessel by twenty one pilots or tmh22.) what is your dream car? - a mini cooper23.) what is your lucky/favorite number? - 13 cause its my bday. Also 9 24.) what is your favorite flower? - tulips!! 25.) books or movies, why? - books because they're better but I’ve lowkey lost my passion for reading 26.) have you ever been on a blind date? - nope27.) has one of your friends ever backstabbed you? - hahahah yup!! :)28.) have you ever backstabbed one of your friends? - not that I can think of29.) what thing do you symbolize love with? - putting someone else feelings and needs above your own and knowing they feel the same way30.) do you have neat handwriting?  - depends 31.) do you have a friend with benefits? - no32.) do you want a friend with benefits? - no33.) if you could be anything in the world, what would you be? - rich or accepted 34.) have you ever been blackout drunk? - yes35.) have you ever met someone famous? - I met russ smith from the uofl basketball team but thats it36.) how many concerts have you been to? - like 30ish37.) which concerts have you been to? - wow um top, atl, arctic monkeys, fob, 1d, 5sos, 1975, and a lot more but those are the main ones 38.) do you have a hidden talent? - i don’t think so39.) what do you do when you’re stressed? - sleep, cry, or get high40.) do you think money can buy love? - no41.) how old would you date? - 2342.) have you ever done something illegal? - yes43.) what is your biggest fear? - dying alone, being taken advantage of, being buried alive44.) what is an unusual fear you have? - demons45.) can you drive? - yes46.) do you believe in supernatural creatures? - yes bigfoot is out there47.) do you believe in karma? - yup48.) what is one quality you need in your partner? - fun and doesn’t take themselves too seriously 49.) do looks matter? - yes yikes 50.) does size matter? - depends 51.) who is the last person you forgave? - my dad52.) what is your favorite ice cream flavor? - superman 53.) what languages can you speak besides english? - very very very limited korean and french54.) ever been on a plane? - nope55.) ever been on a boat? - yeah I’ve had a boat my whole life56.) is there anyone you’ve lost touch with that you wish you hadn’t? - of course57.) are there any friendships you regret? - um no. Even the bad ones made me who I am so.58.) are there any friendships you wish you could make? - yeah59.) have you ever stayed awake for 24 (+) hours? - yes gotta love college 60.) have you ever walked outside after 12 am? - yes61.) have you ever seen a sunrise completely through? - yes62.) are you scared of rollercoasters? - i don't like the feeling of falling so sort of63.) on a scale of 1-10 how stressed are you usually? usually like 9 64.) do you have any plans this weekend? - sleep65.) do you miss anyone right now? - my bebes monet and my friends66.) who do you wish you were talking to right now? - monet 67.) if you could have any superpower, what would it be? - super intelligence 68.) who is your favorite superhero? - spiderman69.) are you dirty minded? - yes70.) what is your favorite song from every decade starting at that 80’s? - 99 luft ballons, 71.) how many kids, if any, do you want? - 2

72.) who is your biggest OTP? - sasunaru, kagahina, jim and pam

73.) what is your favorite food? - chicken and dumplings from cracker barrel 74.) do you want to be married one day? - yes75.) dogs or cats? - both, but I love dogs a bit more76.) do you drink enough water daily? - no lol77.) have you ever seen a shooting star? - yes78.) if you had the opportunity to go to the moon, would you? - yes79.) how many best friends do you have? - 580.) when was the last time you cried? - today when I said bye to monet81.) have you ever laughed so hard you peed yourself? - yup82.) have you ever made anyone laugh so hard they peed? - i don’t think so83.) if you could travel any where in the world, where would you go? - rome84.) what are 3 words you would use to describe yourself? - pessimistic, smart, and kind85.) do you consider yourself a loyal person? - depends 86.) what is your favorite season and why? - fall bc my bday and halloween87.) have you ever told anyone you loved them, and didn’t mean it? - no88.) do you know how to play any instruments? - i used to play the sax89.) do like like falling asleep to music or not? - not usually cause I have to sing and then I don't sleep90.) what are you allergic to? - Japanese cherry blossoms 91.) have you ever wanted to be someone else for a day just so you could see what there life is like? - yeah of course 92.) if you could be any character from your favorite tv show would you, and if so, who would you be? - no lol. I don't want to work for a paper company, be in a biker gang, or in a zombie apocalypse 93.) if you could be best friends with any celebrity who would it be and why? - harry styles bc I love him and he's a really kind and funny person94.) are you outgoing? - depends95.) have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but weren’t brave enough to? - yes96.) are you a good flirt? - depends97.) have you ever been turned down, or have you ever turned anyone down? - yes to both98.) which planet is your favorite? - venus 99.) are you superstitious? - with some things100.) are you a good listener? - I could be better101.) are you a good kisser - I think so102.) would you kiss any of your friends? - not anymore but I have before

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this is highfashionlastchances on my main but PLEAAASE analyze heavens gate if u havent ! its my fav off mania <33 much love

ah heaven's gate is so much! i've never analyzed it before so this excited me a lot!! (important to note real fast is that w my song analysis i don't like trying to look at it from the direct perspective of the author/artist, i much prefer looking at it from the perspective of a story so, just an fyi! Also this is gonna be under a read more bc I wrote so much on accident i’m sorry 😭)

“One look from you and I'm on that faded love / Out of my body and flying above / If there were any more left of me, I'd give it to you / And I'll tell you that I am fine, but I'm a missile that's guided to you” is how the song opens, and it immediately tells us a couple things about the narrator/couple and the themes of the song itself: 1. most obviously, it’s a love song! and the narrator seems to be Very in love 2. that love doesn’t exactly seem to be the most healthy love. The narrator is willing to give All of themselves to their love, to pretend to be fine even though they’re a self described ‘missile’ and their target is their lover. That could be read in a few ways, I think, one perspective is that the narrator is struggling (emotionally/mentally) but is lying about it and despite it still falling in love with the other person (like a guided missile, if you will), another being that our narrator sees themself as being as dangerous as a missile (metaphorically, of course) and that them falling in love will be as catastrophic as a missile hitting its target. Since it’s fob, i think the two ideas work in conjunction with another- the narrator feels they’re dangerous, but can’t help themselves from falling in love anyways, despite the danger. And they fall in love Hard (”One look from you and i’m on the faded love” tells us that). The next lyrics, to me, seem to basically mean that the narrator thinks you (they specifically) could go try and start over your life and yourself as many times as you want, but in the end the result might be the same, they’ll still not get into heaven. So, they want their lover to give them a boost, they want their lover to sneak them into heaven with them and give them a shot at being together forever. Because, everything else is just a substitute for the love the narrator feels (not very healthy, is it?), so they need to get into heaven. The lyrics continue, “ I got dreams of my own, but I want to make yours come true / So please come through, honey please, please come through”, which is the narrator saying, sure, they have things they want to do in their life but they’d much rather make their lovers come true, but they can’t help their lover if they don’t get to be together forever, even in heaven. The narrator is seemingly begging in the second line, perhaps worried their love Won’t come through, perhaps worried their love doesn’t feel the same/as strongly... And the rest of the song is, essentially, reinforcing what I said above: the narrator is convinced they can’t get into heaven no matter how hard they try, they aren’t good enough, their self-esteem is dastardly low and they place all of their worth and love and energy into their partner- especially into the afterlife. The bridge is really the most revealing of this being an unhealthy example of love, ‘you’re the one habit I just can’t kick’... their love is being likened to drugs, an unhealthy habit that they couldn’t get out of no matter how hard they tried, even if they wanted to. Heaven’s gate is the closest thing fob has to a love song, and it is very cute! but in the meat of the lyrics, it’s about an unhealthy, borderline obsessive relationship in which our narrator has Very poor self-esteem, so they base themselves and their life around their partner, they have no worth without their lover. Without getting into heaven with them, the narrator has nothing. Wouldn’t be a fob song if it wasn’t sad, would it?