#group four

11:42 AM EST February 3, 2024:

Massive Attack - “Group Four” From the album Mezzanine (April 20, 1998)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Trip-hop

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Lysandre propaganda

He wears a suit, he owns a large business, he's suave and charming before you realize he's evil. He is a gentleman on the surface. 

Essek Propaganda

i'd love to! group 4 are a joy. although i have to note that aside from okuda, i'm not the biggest expert on their characters, so i apologize in advance.

group 4 silly hcs and misc thoughts

they love buying matching socks with funky designs. i really have no explanation for this i just love the idea of them picking out the craziest ones together.

i think it's no surprise that they go to cafes and bakeries together a lot, but sometimes they'd visit the pricier ones to gaze upon the incredibly well made and beautiful sweets but never actually buys them.

but sometimes they do cave .

MISC THOUGHTS : i personally see group 4 as the most close knitted friend group aside from tgang within their class, at least within the duration of the series. there's just something about them that speaks of comfort and feeling like you belong, yk? i definitely can see that they would come to one another whenever they need anything.

A flask I drink of sober tea, While relay cameras monitor me, And the buzz surrounds, it does…

hey hey hey! hello group four!! this will be held on discord and to join click the link i message you!

@cronchy-santiago  denisse she/her

@phan-dalin sia, she/they

@apricityphil mae, she/her

@stardust-shadows mia, she/her

@blazetheconfusedlesbian blaze, she/her

High school. Not the fondest of memories for Sam. I mean, he didn’t resent high school or anything, really he enjoyed it. Or, he did when he got to spend more than a week at one. He was also picked on, ridiculed for his academics, his scrawny frame, and never quit being as “cool” as his big brother. HIgh school was pretty run of the mill for Sam - a jumble of emotions he didn’t quite know how to identify, let alone know how to live through.

Crushes on girls, stresses of the upcoming exam, endless hours of homework and striving to get the grades he knew would be good enough to get him away. Yeah, high school was pretty average.

Just eliminate the hopping to a new one every week. Or the above par fighting skills he had to use against teens with rotten hearts. Or the werewolf gankings, vampire slaying, and demon hunting. Super normal.

Sam didn’t see himself ever coming back to high school. He had enough of it, four years and another visit to one of his past haunts. Meeting with the teacher who told him he could do exactly what he wanted, pursue the life he deserved. To see the child, the friend, Sam had sought to protect. Enough of that, though, he didn’t want to dwell.

He was leaning against a set of lockers in Woodrow Wilson High School now. A new location for him - in both high school terms and general DC. He had wind burns across his cheeks when he tried to watch the wind. Tried to decipher what it was, how it was moving, was it sentient? Could he save these people before this chaotic wind took control?

It became too much, and to Sam’s great reluctance he took shelter wherever he could. He had tried to console, tried to stay stoic and keep a level head.

But he lost Dean, again.

And he was trapped. Caged. Forced into a small space where he wasn’t in control.

It was breaking his resolve.

He slammed his head against the lockers, they offered a rattle of disagreement in return. His cell was loosely held in his fingers - the signal spotty at best. He’d tried calling Dean hours ago.