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Do you ever talk to your mutuals?
not really i just post things and hope they fall in love with me
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Also brance
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Ok finished it and I have to say this is one of the better character playlists I’ve listened to!! I loved this shit!!! GO LISTEN TO IT!!!!
the rot persists
enjoy
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Omg u flatter me 🫣🫣
CHAPTER 2 IS POSTED 🤙🏾
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54904123/chapters/139173349#workskin
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See you guys in 18h 🫡
the rot persists
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Drabble !
WC:393
Bruce screams and leaps backward, from the sidewalk to the road. He put his hands up clumsily staring with wide eyes at Vance Hopper. Vance Hopper who went missing last month, he stared at Bruce with the same expression. Vance's eyes were wide too and his mouth gaped open in surprise.
"Y-You can see me?" First a question, but Bruce didn't answer, because what the fuck??
Then Vance shoved a bloodied finger in his face aggressively, "You can see me!" A mean smile spread on his translucent face, and Bruce was inching further and further away from Vance Hopper, fear struck his insides and he was ready to run.
But Vance caught on immediately and followed him, "Oh no, no, you're not going anywhere pretty boy. You're gonna help me."
Bruce only managed to squeak out a, "What?" And then his conscience grew, Ah I must have a concussion from practice, that makes sense. His eye twitched, he couldn't just accept that in his thoeretically concussed state he'd dream up Vance Hopper.
Vance looked at him with a determined look, he looked like he wanted to punch Bruce and he was waiting for it with twitching limbs, but he did nothing.
So Bruce did something.
He ran. He ran far down the road, panting as his schoolbag hit his back. His feet pounded the concrete and his house was in sight, a relieved smile broke out on his face. He ran across the road, and a voice caught up to him.
"Get out of the way!" It was quiet and Bruce thought he imagined it so he kept running.
"Get out of the way!" The voice was louder this time, he looked all around him but nothing was there, he was going crazy.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Vance's voice boomed in his right ear just as a black van reared around him, it skidded loudly and braked hard. He stumbled forward in front of his house, his heart pounding and his lungs burning.
He looked over his shoulders, only to find Vance right there next to him. He flinched and took a step back.
"You idiot! You almost ruined everything you fuck--"
Then he disappeared. What. The. Fuck.
Bruce was going crazy, the black van revved away and Bruce just shook his head, he just might have to go to a hospital.
#the black phone#black phone#tbp fandom#brance#bruce yamada#Vance hopper#vance tbp#bruce tbp#bruce is literally me#ghost!Vance#drabble#fic#fic writing#writer
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Brance
#Bruce is the one who says oopsie daisies#the black phone#black phone#tbp fandom#brance#bruce yamada#vance tbp#tbp bruce#vance hopper tpb
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Stayed up until 2am reading fics were so back
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CHAPTER 2 IS POSTED 🤙🏾
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54904123/chapters/139173349#workskin
#the black phone#black phone#tbp fandom#robin arellano#brance#finney blake#movies#tbp robin#bruce yamada#fic
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LOL Ty for reading 🤭 and don’t worry another chapters coming soon 👀👀
The brainrot is back yall here's a lil snippet of my next fic
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Vance couldn’t lie, he was going through a tough time right about now. He’d just been through a very public breakup. And he’d just been outed because of said breakup. It was the last leg of his world tour, and this shit show just had to happen. He almost called the tour off before his band mates convinced him not to, they said it was the very last one and he could give a middle finger to all the press and his ex with this last
concert.
That, unfortunately, won him over. It was just four hours before the concert started and they were doing final sound checks and stagehands were doing their jobs, Vance was in a hotel room spiraling. The press had been doing nonstop runs of their breakup, and his ex was all over tv spitting lies that Vance was nothing but abusive, cruel, and forced him into the relationship. Talk about an overreaction, though none of it was true, and he had no idea how to help himself. Does he also go on tv to deny? Would that make him more guilty?
He lay on his hotel bed face down and not even dressed when a knock came to his door, his band mates’ voices came through the door. “Vance! You gotta come out
sometime man.” His drummer said.
“Vance! It’s the last one-you can do one more.” His bassist said. He just grunted in response, he heard some sighs. He turned his head toward the door, he could feel his eye bags pulling his face down and his eyelids heavy. And his heart, aching.
The door opened and they both sat on the bed opposite Vance. “Vance, I know this breakup has been hard on you, and if you really need to-you can call it off but it’s only four hours away and a lot of people will be angry.” Of course, Vance knew this and he was just sulking but he really couldn’t get up.
“Robin!” He heard his bassist whisper shout. He heard a click of his drummer's teeth, “Vance-you want that asshole of an ex to win over you? You just gotta do this last concert and then you can take a break for however long you need. But right now, you gotta do it-it’s too late to call it off man.”
Vance faced them with his head still on the pillow, “What if I freeze up there? All those eyes on me, I don’t think I could take it.”
To his horror his voice was wavering and teetering towards full on sobbing. He shut his eyes tightly to stop the crying, tears pricked at his eyes and he just flopped into his pillow. He felt a warm hand on his back. They stayed like for who knows how long, until Vance finally was able to get up with encouragement.
His bandmates got him up and helped him freshen up, it was now two hours til the concert and the hotel phone was ringing nonstop, it was his manager. Billy shouted at him through the phone that if he still wanted to perform he’d better show up or he’ll
be dropped.
Vance cut him off with a simple, “I’ll be there.” And hung up before he could say anything else. He told Finney and Robin to get back to the venue before they replace them, he’ll do his makeup on his own.
After they left he stood in front of his mirror, he looked like a mess. His eyes had deep eye bags and his hair was everywhere. Not like he had his hair under control anyways.
First he put some product in his hair to put the frizz down and to keep it in place, he put some hairspray for the shine. Next the makeup, he taught himself to put it on because someone else putting on makeup was too embarrassing for Vance. He uncapped the eyeliner and carefully drew some lines under his eyes just near his lashes. He then drew on some dramatic wings at the edges of his eyes.
Next was the eyeshadow and glitter, yep glitter. His manager said it was for appeal or something, he couldn’t care less right now. He set the eyeshadow on his eyelids and on his dark eye bags, then the glitter on top of the eyeshadow. He put the glitter on his eyes and his cheeks. He slipped his leather jacket along his tight ripped jeans. Finally his black heavy boots decorated with scratches and tears, then his accessories, dozens of necklaces, and rings.
He looked like he always did, the fucking lead guitarist for his band. He downed two energy drinks that he was sure that made his heart fucking vibrate. He called a cab and made it to the venue. Robin and Finney greeted him with a huge hug and they pushed him to the stage to check if everything was alright. He grabbed his guitar, and put the earpiece in and did their final checks.
He hid out backstage as people started to pour in. Robin and Finney never leave each other's side the whole time. He bristled and tried to soothe himself, he gazed at them and thought of his own ex. He forced himself to look away, his face in his hand-then his earpiece came alive with a voice telling them to be on standby.
They all got up and made their way towards the large stage, the venue was huge, and the people seemed to never stop flowing in. There were probably more people than ever because of the press, no matter how good or bad. He grimaced, his heart jittering, and his hands clammy. How could he sing? Or even play?
The cheers got louder and louder, the pounding in his heart, harder and harder. The stagehand started to dim the lights and the crowd cheered, he closed his eyes and felt a hand on his shoulder-it was Robin. He murmured a thanks and the countdown in their earpieces started.
It finally hit 1 and he had to muster up energy, he came out yelling into the microphone at the very front of the stage, the crowd deafened him as they screamed. He didn’t have any foreplay he just started playing, the crowd lost their minds at the very first chords.
His voice wavered a couple of times during certain songs, and there were times where he thought he would just crumble on stage. And there were times where he wished he did, with his fingers shaking, and his fingertips raw, the tour was finally over. He breathed heavily into the mic, and his mouth spoke before he even could stop himself.
His voice reverberated loudly across the venue, “To address what you’re all seeing in the news,” He took the mic off the stand to walk around with it, and the crowd hushed quietly to listen, “yes, I am gay, very sorry ladies.” There were several cheers as well as jeers, but what could you do? “And that is my ex going on his own press tour.” His bandmates were muttering among themselves whether or not to stop him.
“I just want to clear it up, I have never, in our 3 years, abused or hit him, and I’m gonna ask him for proof, any proof at all. And if you don’t believe me–you can go fuck yourselves.” He dropped the mic unceremoniously and left the stage, it was a moment before the crowd burst into cheers, jeers, and overall chatter rose in volume.
Gwen ran off to get him, abandoning her keyboard, “Vance! What’d you just do?” She yelled at him.
“I think I just ruined my career.” He said with a disbelieving smile.
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Let me introduce you to my babygirls:
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manifesting them kissing each other on the mouths
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What if I said I watched Lost Boys again for the 20th time 😬
Anyways take these practice drawings I was trying to figure out how to draw his face shape lolz
#you WILL be seeing more of him in obsessed#the lost boys movie#the lost boys fanart#the lost boys#david the lost boys#david tlb#tlb 1987#art
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I WROTE A FIC IF YOU'RE INTERESTED!!!!!
Marcus x Luca enthusiasts how do we feel?
“Hey, why don’t I make you some dinner?” Luca asked, taking his apron off and hanging it off of a hook at the front of the kitchen, Marcus tilted his head, “Hell yeah, you think I’d miss out on your cooking?”
That made Luca chuckle softly, making Marcus’ insides warm.
“You gonna cook for me here or?” He asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“‘Course not, you’re coming home with me.” Luca said with a smirk, his bright eyes staying on Marcus. Marcus raised an eyebrow at that.
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GOD i can't believe i actually finished this. ponyo screencap redraw, ft zukka!
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