I am back at it again with another VegasPete song
Dog Days by Ethel Cain works so well for vegaspete that I wish that I was able to make edits and I will now explain to you why:
Exhibit A:
“No one’s ever gonna love me, no, not like you do/ Every night, I’m crying in my sleep ‘cause I’m dreaming about you”
This line goes with the post safe house scenes, specifically for Pete, having to struggle with how he feels about Vegas as his own person and how he should feel about Vegas as a main family bodyguard. The soup scene where he cries is almost right on the mark.
The loving line could also honestly also work for Vegas and it’s repeated through out the song. No one really did love him in the way that Pete did. We can see that in the ending when Pete (and Macau) stay with Vegas even after he was no longer a minor family heir, which was what Gun hinged all his “love” for Vegas on. Vegas basically only knew conditional love until Pete.
Exhibit B:
“You walk a fine line between god and animal/ You’re just a feral dog I worship in bedroom ceremonials”
Again, this one is from Pete’s perspective about Vegas. Vegas with his outward persona of self absorption that can’t be touched while inwardly still being a young boy gnashing his teeth and biting everyone around him before they can hurt him. Vegas who is known for his brutality and cold sadism that should make everyone fear him but who also sits by his father’s side like a dog begging for love and praise, etc etc
i think because it says “you’re just a feral dog” you could say that it’s also Pete seeing through that exterior very quickly and realizing Vegas is still that scared and angry kid
Exhibit C:
“Cut me up and take me like the bread and blood at church/ Love’s never been more than pain, so baby, show me how bad you hurt”
Ok this lyric is already insane in general I absolutely love Ethel Cain but you can’t tell me that “hurt me, and then (consume) me like holy communion” is not Vegaspete’s entire genre.
i mean come ON
tear me apart, worship me, it’s all the same to them. Beat the shit out of me, tell me you love me, kiss me with blood in your mouth and i’ll ask you to be the one to kill me because to me that means I’ve meant more to you than i have to anyone else in my life. (can you love me enough to kill me)
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PROTESILAUS
as the anvil falls from the heavens,
for a single, terrifying moment,
he feels fear.
logically, he knows
nothing will happen to him.
he is used to this.
as it impacts his skull,
sprays blood on the bars of his cage,
pushes shards of bone into his brain,
a flash of golden light blinds the onlookers.
flesh and bone regrow before their eyes,
mending what should have been unfixable.
he laughs as his executioner stares in horror,
laughs as he spots the favor he had called in,
and laughs as he is rescued from his cell.
he grins the whole joyride home,
dried blood gluing his hair to his forehead,
because unlike his namesake,
he is the man who cannot die.
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moments in “one breath” that took my breath away or made me CRY:
[HEAVY SPOILERS AHEAD]
the story of little girl Scully crying about the snake she’d killed (just a little bit, I wasn’t fully crying that early in the episode lol)
Mulder going absolutely BALLISTIC in the hospital trying to find out who had done this to her
the moment when in Scully’s vision, the rope tethering her boat to the dock pulls and snaps (really, I think the boat and dock made a beautiful metaphor)
when Scully’s dad appears to her in a vision and says the when he realized he would never see her again his life felt like it had been the length of one breath and he never knew how much he loved her until he could never tell her and and he’ll see her again soon BUT NOT JUST YET (fully crying by this point)
Mulder trying to resign from the FBI (because without Scully… what’s he waiting around there for?)
Skinner’s story of his near-death and telling Mulder his resignation was unacceptable, and especially Mulder’s realization that it was Skinner who gave him the address for the Cigarette Smoking Man (another moment where I really cried)
the scene with Mulder at her bedside! “I feel, Scully, that you believe you’re not ready to go. And you’ve always had the strength of your beliefs, Scully. And I think you believe you’re not ready to go. I don’t know if my being here will help bring you back. But I’m here.” (yes, I know I just quoted the entire scene :P)
the fact that Mulder passed on the only chance to find answers about what happened to Scully and let his apartment get trashed because he needed to see her (and then cried when he got home, and broke my heart)
Scully’s: “Not Fox — Mulder.” and then later: “Mulder, I had the strength of your beliefs.”
….just the whole freaking thing, okay?
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❀ *゚ hwang hyunjin. demi man. he/they. bisexual/demiromantic. ⇝ hey, isn’t that bronx dong-geun ( nickname: ghost )? i think that the twenty-four year old from buffalo, new york works as a part time scare actor at the house of judgement, part time dancer at sugar's lounge and a member of the bastards, but outside of that people describe them as the buzz in the ears after a gun is shot nearby, smudged lipstick, one last prayer before kicking the bag into the ditch. i hear they are emotionally unavailable & self-serving, but they are also known to be confident & adaptable. consider giving them a visit at their home in the seal harbor apartments and get to know why they’re called the matryoshka.
[ Fire. Brimstone. Water torrents. Gasoline. Lightning.
Red nail polish. Menthol cigarettes. Poet shirts. Chains. Leather.
Squeeze on the waist. Lip chewing. Blueberry gum. Shared lipstick after kissing. Hickies. ]
Violence tw, depersonalization tw, anxiety tw, death mention tw
Blurred memories and dreams fog the mind of someone easily chthonic. Vague sensations, FEELINGS of a long forgotten home. COLD. Muffled words. WAKE UP.
Memories about disappointment never lack, though. “Not quite like the others”, “Good results, but rough process”, “Too independent”. These are spoken in a haze from faceless shadows, but still, the ANXIOUSNESS jolts him up from his bed.
Bronx gets a headache every time he tries to fully remember. The sensation of being ditched like a broken doll remains. No. Not only a sensation, he knows he was abandoned to his own sheer luck like a stray animal to lick his wounds on his own.
Odd jobs got him some cash to get through the day; mostly offering himself as server or entertainer in clubs and pubs.
He’s good at other things too, though.
A good liar, an EXCELLENT liar even to himself. Really good at playing pretend and dressing up. Chameleons into people’s lives as necessary, but he never really knows how to get out.
Pretends detachment, but his necessity for affection makes him obsessed, one to cling to fake personalities and life stories for the sake of being SOMEONE that people appreciate.
Bronx looks at the mirror and sometimes recognizing himself does not come easily. How many jobs has he done in the past that his personality ( own and mimicked ) blur?
He gotta keep his brain busy with two part time jobs and whatever entertainment he manages to find in his free time.
Then he’s rescued recruited by the Bastards. Bronx is good at getting the shit done. He doesn’t mind getting his hands DIRTY, specially if he’s going to receive a pat on the back afterwards.
Old habits die hard. The Bastards gives him enough entertainment, enough work even to keep his mind busy, but still, a lighter is constantly fidgeted between his fingers; the faster the click, the faster the wick will burn out. “Sometimes, a little spark is all we need”, he’d say to himself.
GOD, poor kid has only been doing the ugly stuff for the attention and the affection. He will claim independence and ruthless behavior, but scratch behind his ear and you will have him following you around for a day or two.
Enabler and easy to enable. Bronx can get carried away without much of a resistance if his buttons are easily pushed. Recklessness gets you killed. He knows this very well and still, the adrenaline rush drowns his brain faster than common sense.
Look, be weary. REALLY. Whether you can or cannot trust him is very up to how he is feeling that day. Will rarely harm out of nowhere, but never test the patience of a survivor.
TRAITS
Casually friendly, Bronx is someone who’s easy to get along with… unless you meet him at any of his odd jobs. Seems calm, but has a huge apetite for chaos, so parties are a good place to find him.
Aquarius, but probs has an Aries and/or Scorpio moon or rising, because he is intense.
Very shameless in general.
Sometimes goes to church in a pitiful attempt to enlighten himself. Usually gets kicked out before the ceremony is over for something he did or said. Clearly, the enlightening is not getting anywhere, but he still finds the thrill at pulling an act some Sundays.
Is touchy. Loves holding hands and giving kisses. Has never been in love, I think, so he gives affection to everyone.
Befriending him includes 3 am drives to the 7/11 for a snack, sabotaging your ex’s car, netflix & chill with a dick you can trust, emotional scarring and making your crush jealous.
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