So firstly, I want to reiterate in no uncertain terms: there will be an update to Opposing Colours on Friday at the usual time. \o/
Secondly, I debated writing any of this down at all or whether or not to be specific about it if I did, but Iām thinking about it quite a lot. But I still feel a little silly. I do also want to note that my ability to write again started before this, but the last few days have certainly had a feeling to them.
So, when I was quite young, probably a young tween, I discovered Linkin Park. Pretty good age for them, right? This was long enough before their third studio album came out that I was able to learn of that being made and get hyped up for its release. LP is one of those things thatās been in my life for a very long time. I was devastatedĀ to hear of Chester Benningtonās death in 2017. (iykyk...) For so many reasons, it still upsets me on a personal level, something something relatable music as a child and all that and then add in growing up to understand more of the band membersā plights and being able to actually empathize properly with people.
When it slipped that the band was becoming active again with many new members, I wasnāt sure what to think. I was never against the idea, but I was perplexed; I was even more curious of what was going on when we learned more about her. But, at the end of the day, I think the new vocalist works pretty well with them. I know it isnāt a drama free return they made, but they all seem to work together well, so good for them.
But, with that in mind, I still occasionally look at the Reddit feed on a very old account of mine thatās not tailored to anything specific, so itās also subbed to the LP subreddit. Someone shared a moment from one of their recent live shows and it was hard to listen to given all of the contexts surrounding it.
Specifically, it was the way they perform āWaiting for the Endā nowadays. It was quite touching, and also horribly difficult to see so many people ā people who I certainly looked up to as a child with all kinds of crazy hopes and dreams ā so upset. Very specifically, it was this instance. (if the link doesnāt work / is dead in the future, itās the June 21 2026 Rock in Rio show.) I donāt keep up with them the way I used to, I no longer live and breathe this band like my life depends on it, but man was it hard to watch/listen to, it is such a heartfelt performance.
(Before I segue into something else, I also want to note that if you looked at that link and enjoyed it at all, possibly consider skimming through the tribute concert they did back in 2017 in honor of Chester. Specifically, if I had to pick for one moment of that to share with you, it would be Numb.)
And funnily enough, rather than talking about my silly fanfiction, Iām sat here appreciating that I can feel the way I do at all over someone I never met. Thereās something magical about the way we can influence one another in this world like that. Thereās more to be said about me being medicated nowadays. Donāt get me wrong, I was very upset back in the day when it happened, but the BPD would normally make it difficult for me to be anything other than... well, numb, or indifferent. I donāt miss being that way. Being able to give a fuck is nice.
I consider that pretty much everything is temporary quite often. I donāt like it, but it is the way it is. Living in the moment is important. I hate that something weird and small might go wrong and then thatās it, everythingās changed forever, or that thatās it, that itās the end for someone.
Aspects of DYTSHF?Ā consider this. It was never really just āhee hee hoo haa funny pirate game fanfic,ā it has those moments, but it was always a little more personal than Iāve ever led on. More than Iāll ever lead on, I think.
But, OC is at a very important part right now. Given that I havenāt updated in three months, the last chapter, and that I also havenāt talked explicitly on whatās going to happen in this particular moment, I imagine it might feel a bit like itās coming out of nowhere. In reality, this moment is probably The Moment⢠that made me take up writing the DYTSHF? project as a whole. All good stories their moments that stick out, and this should really be The One that sticks out, not just for it being the final part of OC, but also for its significance.
Without spoiling anything at this point, not when I could just wait a little longer to talk openly about things, I think the best way to put it is that... the end of OC is essentially the beginning of DYTSHF? āWaiting for the Endā is a bit of a double-whammy in that regard: it fits thematically in the story, and I suppose it also fits for how Iām feeling about it all.
Or something to that tune, I dunno. I got up mid-way through writing this word vomit and lost my train of thought to some extent.