Will emo ever make a big comeback

...have you seen what's been happening lately? it's 2005 again. emo is alive and well. my chem dropped the foundations of decay, panic dropped a new single, album coming... fall out boy and us are headlining a festival in atlanta in september... i think it's safe to say the unholy emo trinity is still alive and well. if anyone is making a comeback, it's us!

Text from PW: Happy Anniversary! I know one was on the 28th, and this is the other.

Text: I know you were in Bonn when we landed. 8 hours by train.

Text: Wherever you are, I hope you are good.

Text: so many dates hard to keep track 😉 I'm kidding! Happy anniversary 🎇🎇🎇🎇

Text: back home now in Jersey!

Text: I'm good man. How are you? How's the trip going? I saw you went to Morrison's grave! Tell me mor---risson 🤭

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very important holiday today! 🌅

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21,22,23

How big is too big: if you have to warn someone, it's too big One sexual thing you would never do: i'm pretty open to trying anything once Biggest turn on: passion, i think... love what you're doing. i love that.

bensplatt​:

The ‘bravo’ felt good.  That’s when it dawned on Ben that it had been a while since he’d done something like this.  Having a friend over just to share art and music was what the ‘good stuff’ in life was made of.  His chin rose triumphantly at the victory of getting Mikey to join him at the piano.  “Do I?” he emphasized with an almost-offended tone.  He laughed and started right into playing a chaotic instrumental version of Bicycle Race.  The tongue popped out in concentration during the build up.  He got a little carried away though and hit a wrong note, which made him sneer at himself and then laugh.  He stopped playing and wiped his eyes with his palm, a little embarrassed.  “I’m not the best at piano. Like, at all,” he huffed out a laugh.  “But..” he shrugged and lifted his fingers to the keys again.  He started playing a slow, basic version of Strawberry Fields and, after a few bars, began to hum along.  It took him in again.  Reality only came back for a moment when he heard George yawn.  He peeked his eyes open to check on the dog, who perked up when he saw Ben look over.  When the song faded out, Ben tilted his head to the side, with a dreamy look on his face.  It was a favorite.  He smiled softly and lifted his gaze to Mikey, totally comfortable with his presence now.  “I’m gonna have to take him out soon,” he nodded his head in the direction of George.  “You up for a walk?”

mikey was humming and singing along, following the changes with ease. he was a pretty good singer, though he usually stuck to backup vocals. his time with electric century was really where he shined, though not many knew of the band. it didn’t really matter, he was happy to put out a record regardless. sharing art was what being an artist was all about, right? the reality check hit mikey, too, and his eyes turned to george who yawned, then it was back to ben. the warm smile that was now on his lips grew a bit more. “absolutely,” he nodded. “but first, you need to know that you’re very talented and i’m gonna have a total fangirl moment here... i watched a bunch of youtube videos on the way back from chicago of you... watched dear evan hansen, too, yesterday... admittedly both versions, the broadway one because some wonderful soul knew i needed to see it and put it on youtube despite all those do not record warnings they give,” he laughed. “i can tell it makes you uncomfortable to hear good things, and i’m sorry, and i totally get it, but dude... you’re so talented, man. benny baritenor in the flesh,” he smiled. mikey moved to stand and stretched his arms over his head. “c’mon, let’s take mr. george out. it’s beautiful outside today.”

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Ben flinched at the compliment, as he always did, before giving an appreciative nod.  His smile grew as Mikey came over and happened to sit in the same place his nephews often sat while he played music for them too.  Without hesitation, he lifted his hands to the keys again and started playing a little Kacey Musgraves.  It was obvious where Ben kept his secret stash of positivity because it began flowing out of him as he sang Rainbow – a song that never failed to cheer him up no matter what he faced in the day.  This was his favorite thing to do in the world; play music live for people.  It seemed to counteract any other issue he was dealing with and, at least for the moment, make everything better.  A look of contentment washed over his face as he ended the song, eyes closed and heart open.  After coming back to Earth, his eyes fluttered open and he glanced down at his friend with a grin.  “Any requests?” he asked, starting to laugh a little at the situation.  “You can come up here, you know.  You don’t have to sit on the floor.” he said, patting the space on the bench beside him.

mikey watched as ben pretty much transformed before his eyes. it was how he had been on stage in the videos he watched on the plane ride home from chicago (yeah, he watched all of those youtube videos). it was a truly beautiful thing to see someone so passionate about their craft and it never once failed to impress the hell out of mikey. he hoped that when he was performing or sharing, that that came through in his features. he was silent until ben opened his eyes again and he looked over at him. mikey didn’t make a big show out of how much he loved it because yes, he noticed the flinch at the complement, but he couldn’t help but say, “bravo,” with the absolute awe he felt at the intimate performance. as he stood to join ben on the piano bench. “know any queen? beatles?” he asked with a bright smile for him. 

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Ben’s face softened as Mikey spoke about his children.  “Yeah, I get those ceiling shots a lot too when I facetime the boys.  My nephew Joey is three and the last time I saw him, he asked me if I could hold his stuffed shark for him, but right before he gave it to me, he asked me if my hands were clean,” he chuckled, shaking his head.  “I don’t know.  Sometimes I think ‘yes, definitely want my own.’ and other times, I find out one of them is sick or has to go to the hospital for some broken bone and I don’t know if my heart can take it.”  He held up a hand over his chest to emphasize the sentiment.  After another gulp of his drink, Ben rocked forward and set the glass on the coffee table.  He stood up and stretched before moving over to the piano without saying a word.  He took a seat at the bench and just started playing something soft and melodic – comforting, a faint smile resting on his face.  It wasn’t recognizable, but it had a familiarity to it that left you wondering if you’d heard it before.  He turned his head to hear better and leaned into each note, meeting Mikey’s gaze in the moment.  He grinned and played it out, letting his shoulders sink down to the notes’ end.  “I’ve been messing around with that one for a couple weeks, but I’m gonna think about your kids when I play it now… Does that ever happen to you?  Where a picture reminds you of a song?” he asked, still sitting at the bench.

mikey smiled and laughed at the story he told, smiling the whole time. it did fade a little, though, at the mention of them being sick. “yeah, that sucks a lot,” he sighed as ben stood up and stretched. curious eyes followed him to the piano and leaned forward to set his glass on the table as well, leaning forward with elbows resting on knees as ben played a beautiful, almost haunting (but in the good way) song of familiarity but it wasn’t a tune he’d heard. he closed his eyes as he listened, smile growing. when he spoke, mikey’s eyes opened again and he smiled from ear to ear. “it’s beautiful, benny,” he praised, nodding in answer. “thank you... and yeah... all the time, actually. a picture or a line of poetry, song, melodies... music is in everything and sometimes it just shows up like that. in a physical form we can see, y’know? that’s how i see it, anyway,” he shrugged. he got up and saw next to the piano. “can i hear more of what inspires you?” he asked, smiling as he looked up at him sitting cross-legged on the floor.

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10. Top or bottom? ✨switch✨

20. A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience: uh... dessert foods? sure

30. Bald, landing strip, Jumanji: whatever makes my partner comfortable

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2. answered

4. answered

6. The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when: i threw out my back, screamed, and she thought it was a good scream... it was not.

8. What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Handcuffs, Rope, or Other [if other please explain]: other, silk ties/scarves

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Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer? couch, counter, dryer

Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why: good, interesting.

A fictional person that you think would be good in bed: Neal Caffrey of White Collar 🥵

Something that never fails to make you horny: neck attention

Where is one place you would never have sex: ...i'll let you know when i find it ;)

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27. Worst sexual idea you ever had: spicy food in bed lmao

37. Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself? ...yeah

42. Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school? yeah

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45. What is something nonsexual that makes you horny? good storytelling

55. Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter? literally anything spicy. do not.

65. Would you switch phones with your significant other for a day? sure why not?

bensplatt​:

He stared, holding his glass up beneath his chin, listening.  “That’s two more times than I’ve had experience with.  At least you’re able to say you did it before.”  It wasn’t much to offer, but he was trying.  He returned a smile at the comment.  “Glad I could help.”  Ben nodded eagerly, impressed that they would be going on tour at the same time.  “Oh, no way.  Did you schedule in a few days in a row off for yourself in between show dates?  Because I definitely didn’t.  We had to rebook the whole tour from the Spring to the Fall, so we had to snatch up whatever dates we could in those same cities as soon as possible.  I’m gonna be wrecked by mid-October, but it’ll be worth it..  Oh, good, I’m glad you like it.  I basically live on throat coat, so I go autopilot on the water-to-honey ratio.  I should’ve probably asked though, sorry,” he ducked his head apologetically.  His smile brightened at the mention of Mikey’s kids being princesses.  “That is so sweet.  Oh look at them!” he gushed, leaning forward to view the image on the phone.  “I have zero daughters.  Or sons.  Or nieces.  Tons of nephews though.” he laughed, leaning back into his seat.  “I’d love to have a few of my own, but if that never happens, I’m lucky enough as it is with them.  Do you… mind if I ask, like.. when do you see them?  I hope I’m not taking away time from them right now.”

“yeah... i suppose... it’s really kind of bitter sweet... maybe third time’ll be a charm,” he laughed, a little sadly, but there was some happiness there. “i had no control over the schedule. they said you’re doing this it’s in the contract, so if the past is any indication, no there are not days off in between,” he laughed again, much more jovial now. “no, yeah, i was gonna say it feels really nice on my throat, but i felt like that might be weird, so i didn’t say it, but now you know,” he smiled. “thanks, man... and no, not at all! i’m an open book, you can ask me anything and i can guarantee you i will not be offended,” mikey said with a smile still as he pocketed his phone and sat back, taking another sip. “i see them every other weekend, except of course on tour... while they’re in school. summer is more flexible. that’s mostly just the court order stuff. kristin, my second wife, she doesn’t keep them from me, so if i’m having a bad day and wanna see them, i can. they live in jersey nearby me. we face time every day. there’s a lot of camera pointed at the ceiling and or sky but their voices are the most magical thing in the entire world,” he beamed thinking about his girls. “i truly hope you are able to have children if that’s something you want... there’s nothing like it.”

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bensplatt​:

He listened, stepping cautiously back to the couch with both drinks.  “Oh..  I’m so sorry.  You were married?” he asked, passing the beverage to his company.  An imagined vision of Mikey’s daughters playing with him flashed before Ben’s eyes before it dissipated like smoke.  It sent a tinge of pain to his soul which stood out starkly in contrast to how positive he’d been since they met.  He sat, eyes weighted with empathy.  George nudged his legs as he passed by.  “Well, I’m happy I somehow helped, even though I’m not really sure what I did.”  The light embarrassment made him look away for a moment.  He swallowed.  “You’re really talented though.  Like really.  I want to see what happens with it.  Maybe I can help with some of his adventures.  Like when I go on tour this fall, if anything crazy happens, I’ll tell you about it and you can turn it into something epic.”  Ben lit up, feeling bits of his own social awkwardness start to flake away.  He took a sip of his coconut water and relaxed, leaning back into the couch cushions.  “Have you ever drawn your kids as superheros?”  He wasn’t sure if he was getting too personal or if it was too much of a touchy subject, but if Mikey had drawn them, he wanted to see it.

“yeah... twice,” he grimaced. “it just was one of those things--both of them, actually-- that was a better idea than reality. My second wife gave me my daughters and for that I am forever grateful. “you gave me something non-stressful to think about. see what happens when you’re not stressed!” he laughed. “thanks, man,” he smiled. “i’m not the best artist, i know this, but i have lots of stories up here and sketching can be fun, so,” he shrugged. “you’re going on tour this fall?” he asked excitedly. “i am too! maybe some of our dates will work out and i can catch a show,” he smiled as he took a sip of his tea. “this is very good, thanks,” another smile. “not as superheroes, they are in princess mode, so i’ve kind of doodled them as their favorite disney princesses. rowan is my oldest and she loves rapunzel and kennedy is the youngest. her favorite is elsa from frozen. i think i have a picture...” he said, pulling out his phone and scrolling through the camera roll to find them back a couple months ago. he turned the phone to show ben, the two young girls (five and three respectively) were holding papers with them as their princess.