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i made my card off my recently played artists, although i have no idea why it says to leave a blank. tagging @theropoda @professionalpenthief @zurdoabsurdo @howiehamlin @secret-strawberry @radioactive-worm-on-string @yuhlanyeter @midori-syrup if yall wanna do this :)

edit: forgot to post the blank version!

Lardo: I know. I just said I heard the screams.

Jack & Kent: What do you think your 17 year old self would think about the person you are today? 

To be honest I think she’d be disappointed about where my life went, I was extremely self-critical when I was 17. That would’ve been my junior year of high school, so I probably would’ve been disappointed to learn that I didn’t go to any of the schools that I really wanted to go to (as a 25 year old, I’m very glad I went to an already affordable school with a partial scholarship, and that I got the opportunities a state school provides). I would probably be devastated to learn that I no longer speak to my best friend from high school. I would be disappointed to learn that I’ve got a kind of boring day job, even if it’s got good benefits and okay pay.

I don’t think that at 17 I had the perspective to see that having a cat, a small apartment, and a steady job are some good goals to achieve, even if I didn’t go to Northwestern or publish a book yet or find a partner. I think my 17 year old self in particular had a lot of issues to work out in regards to self-talk, anxiety, and depression.

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart?

comment by @permets-2 on my love is the killing kind

UM???? HELLO?????? this was STUNNING and somehow danced so beautifully along the line of sharp and painful and quiet and soft - kent was perfect, he was perfect he was so human and breakable and real and I'm not usually a kent person but this was incredible.

okay. insert 20 minute pause between that part of the comment and this part where i realized the *ahem* context of jack's presence, screeched about it with hannah @casualwordsmith my fav xoxo, and reread the entire thing.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. This was fucking masterful in every way. I can't even begin to describe - going back and noticing all the things- he didn't catch him, the reason jack doesn't have anyone else he can talk to, why he won't touch him - holy shit.

"Why?” Kent demands. “Why shouldn’t I miss you? God, Zimms, the two of us—it was like magic. It was like a fucking dream—”

“So wake up,” Zimms hisses." My friend once said ghosts are wishes we can't let go (in the context of... achilles and patroclus. haha. i cant read into that too much applied to this fic or ill go absolutely feral.), ghosts are grief we can't move on from, ghosts are fucking. dreams we can't wake up from. I'm going insane. This is.

"Because there are ghosts wherever Kent goes. Because people live and die and disappear, but some choose to stay behind. Because the ghost of Kent’s first boyfriend still comes when he calls." AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDSGSKJHVDLHVD:AKHBLAHBLHADLD

"“You came back,” Kent says unsteadily. “You said you wouldn’t, but you’re here, so doesn’t that mean something?”

“I never got to leave,” Zimms says. There may be tears in his eyes. Kent isn’t sure--it’s hard to tell what ghosts can and can’t do, and he’s never seen one cry before. " SNKJSFKBFKBJ!!!!!!!!SLKSFBLSDBLSFB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLDOSHDAKDS????!?!?!DLWKNSD

"There is something to be said about the way Zimms’ love blurs into apology. They are intricately connected, interwoven from their roots, and Kent doubts Zimms would be able to express one without the other." home skillet. homie. bruh. my dudeslice. what the living, breathing, dead-all-along, fuck.

this comment owns my heart. the fact that they talked about it with hannah?? the fact that they READ IT TWICE? THE DETAILS! THE COMMENTARY! THE SNIPPET ABOUT ACHILLES AND PATROCLUS??????

@baconpncakes @jughead-is-canonically-aroace as someone whose town and entire local area was built around the train line and river to london, i feel so pained right now.

There are so many wonderful Emily Dickinson quotes I could choose from! Here’s just one of many that I absolutely love: “I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.”