POV: Youre Recording Thunderstorm Ambience At Midnight While The University Students Playing In The Rain

POV: you’re recording thunderstorm ambience at midnight while the university students playing in the rain scream every time there’s a particularly big flash of lightning

frank writing UNKILLABLE on the drums when playing in the city he almost died in. gerard performing cancer for a lost friend. ending with famous last words. finally getting to see this band with my little brother, 7 years after first hearing them. man.

[ID: A full-body drawing of Jon and Martin from the Magnus Archives kissing in a supply closet. Jon is a thin tall Indian man with long, dark curly hair. Martin is a fat white man with short hair and glasses who is slightly shorter than Jon. The drawing is rendered in murky green colors, with highlights in yellow. Martin leaned back against a shelf, tilting back under his weight, causing items on the shelf to fall backward. Jon is pressing Martin into the shelf, holding Martin's face in one hand and holding on to the shelf to keep it from falling with the other. Martin clutches Jon's shirt, and holds the back of his head. They are illuminated from above by a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling.

The supply closet is cramped and dirty and filled with many items on shelves. Items include cleaning supplies, boxes, and crumpled paper. Strings of black magnetic tape hang from various shelves and from the ceiling. A mop hangs on one wall near a bucket labeled "MOP WATER (HAUNTED)." There is a CO2 fire extinguisher on the ground, close to a tape recorder, with spools of magnetic tape unfurling from inside. There are two jars labeled "???" on different shelves. One of the jars appears to have eyeballs floating in murky water, while the other has a vague bulbous shape inside that could be a large worm or an organ of some kind. Two ghostly faces are hidden in the drawing, one under a shelf and one in a box. End Image ID]

KISS A MAN IN A HAUNTED CLOSET (still technically kinda in time for @jonmartinweek :3 office romance prompt)

Commonwealth Bank

The moon hangs outside my window at all hours.

Yellow diamond, perpetual half-waning, projecting his own light in.

It breaks through my curtains;

I cannot sleep.

There was a time when it was smaller

rarer

softer in it’s brilliance

a kinder visitor

a personal friend.

I liked her more, then.

color studies from the thing (1982)