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Wonderful I could cry 😭 #greyskiesmyass
So glad to see you well
Overcome and completely silent now
With heaven's help
You cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends
To the dead
To the dead
Recall the deeds as if they're all
Someone else's atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn, before us all
So glad to see you well
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends
To the dead
To the dead
With your halo slippin' down
Your halo slippin'
Your halo slippin' down
Your halo slippin' down
But I'm more than just a little curious (Your halo slippin' down)
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends
But I'm more than just a little curious (Your halo slippin' down)
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends
But I'm more than just a little curious (Your halo slippin' down)
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends
But I'm more than just a little curious (Your halo slippin' down)
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends
Your halo slippin' down
Your halo slippin' down
To choke you now
The Noose by A Perfect Circle ⭕️ @dakota-283 🕺🏼
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Barbara Stanwyck, among other cast members, in publicity photographs and stills for her Broadway play, The Noose, 1926
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Better Off Dead
i should be motivated
to do better than them
but im barely finding the
energy to get out of bed
so how can i find the strength
to get out of my head?
#im better off dead#or alone#or both#honestly#anyways#short poetry#poetry#original poem#poets on tumblr#poetry on tumblr#poems on tumblr#Poems#motivation is nonexistent#you know what is though?#the noose#im so funny#im gonna kms#im joking#no im not
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chapter 2
April 21st
In the little over two weeks he's been here, Jaren noticed quite a few peculiar things about the people he's met.
For a start, everyone seems to be split in terms of being referred to by nickname or legal name. There are people like Scotty, Marcel and Tyler who don't mind their real names being used, and those like David and Brock who are cool with being called Nogla or Moo from time to time. But there are some, like himself, who'd rather go strictly by nickname. Those of which include McNasty, Soup as well as Grizzy and Puffer from the next town over. Jaren is glad though, that no one seems to question it. Everyone is aware that the people who find themselves a regular at The Noose aren't exactly free from a troubled past. Everyone has their story, and no one is obligated to justify their preferences.
And just as well, because Jaren doesn't think he even wants to know why his newfound friends are the way that they are. From the first impressions he got from some of them, it was probably best he remained unaware of whatever made them as such.
"How about I drop you off at Matt's? He probably has everything you'll need, and at this time of day I expect his guys are there too," Marcel said. It was barely 4pm, he could spare some time to drive Jaren before heading off to his evening shift.
Jaren recalled meeting Matt the first few days after his arrival. He'd been sitting with John one late afternoon going on about the increase in expenses they both seemed to suddenly suffer from. The man, Jaren learned, owns a 24/7 convenience store a few streets down from John's Noose. He hadn't had the chance to see it, but from his first impression of Matt himself, he was quite curious to how a man like him could own a glorified 7-11.
When he stepped in, he was definitely surprised, however slightly, at the stark difference between the exterior and interior of the place. It's what was expected of a corner store- windows that were covered with newspaper clippings, adverts and posters, all plastered on and faded with time. The sign stretching overhead should be lit, but the words 'EVERYTHING YOU NEED 24/7' were still readable. The door showed signs of what used to be vulgar graffiti all over, that of which had long been scrubbed off. Safe to say, Jaren did not expect a clean, brightly lit, concrete-floored, white-walled, proper store. Neither had he expected the keyboard right in the middle of the store being played by a customer who was singing to the cashier who was also singing back.
"My friend, I just want to be your friend!" The one on the keys sang out.
"I have so many friends, everybody that comes to the store is my friend!" The cashier replied, also in song.
"My friend, maybe I could be special and be your only friend!"
(It was at this point where he saw Matt leaning against a shelf trying to hide his laughter.)
"My friend, no, please just buy a SLURPEE!" That last note was strong and Jaren was almost impressed.
Clearly not wanting to be outdone, the key player laid his reply heavy with spice, "My friend, can I get it for ten percent off?"
The man behind the counter was unfazed, his own voice still strong. "My friend, no you CAN'T."
Jaren could not hold himself back from whatever the back-and-forth situation in front of him was, and he cleared his throat to get the attention of the other three men.
"I'm just gonna buy a pretzel somewhere else, if I'm interrupting you guys?"
Immediately the Matt got even more hysterical and the two others turned bright red at being caught.
Between gasps of laughter, Matt managed to speak a coherent enough sentence. "Fellas, this is Smitty! The kid Evan was talking about." Matt controlled himself enough to walk over to Jaren and clap an arm around his shoulders.
Jaren raised a hand in an awkward wave, the confidence he had earlier dissipating. As he was being introduced, he let his eyes study the new faces.
"Smitty, meet McNasty. He's tall and dumb, but in a cute way."
McNasty was indeed tall, a big red hoodie hid his figure but Jaren could tell the man was at least a little fit. His hair was messy, in a just-got-out-of-bed fashion, but he wore it well. His features were hard yet his eyes held hints of mischief. Jaren could admit that he wasn't that bad looking.
"And this is Eric, but we call him Dooo. Why? Because he has shit stains on his mattress and he's a low-iq virgin."
Eric on the other hand, was short and really really pale. In fact, Jaren could clearly see the veins under the skin of his hands as they rested on the keyboard. He wore a fitting shirt that showed bony shoulders, and grey shorts that fell right above even bonier knees. He smiled easily at Jaren, even after Matt's words about him.
"And since you already know about me-"
Matt looked no different from when Jaren first met him at John's. Black skinny jeans underneath a large sweatshirt, silver chain around his neck and rings adorning his fingers. His face bright as ever, with a charming smile that eased Jaren.
"-Let me welcome you to my little hole in the wall."
But to Jaren, first impressions make no sense because no one ever gets ready in the morning with the expectations of meeting someone new. People usually find themselves under-dressed and having to scramble to look good in front of a new face. What was unusual was being over-dressed for such circumstances.
"John, I swear to everything unholy that if your AC is down, I will murder you personally."
Now, Jaren knows dramatics. He knows exaggerations. But whatever he just heard from whoever just walked in? Even he admits that it was a little over the top. Not saying he blamed the man in the stylish fur-lined leather jacket, but really, what idiot wears such a thing on an April afternoon? It may not be that hot, but it was definitely humid and Jaren himself was sweating even looking at the man.
The man who slid into the booth Jaren currently occupied with a bright smile on his red face.
"Hi! Smitty, right?" And wow is that Irish accent a surprise.
"Yes, and you're the walking sauna?" Jaren had his eyebrow raised.
"Haha, very funny. Evan mentioned your brilliant sarcasm," the stranger paused for a moment to peel off his jacket. "The name's Brian, and I was aiming to impress the newbie with my cool-ness."
"No offense, Brian. But nothing about you screams cool right now," John interrupted, bringing a serving of sorbet for the Irishmen. "You're just being excessive."
Brian snorted at the younger's remark, focusing back on Jaren. In the next few minutes, Jaren learned that Brian was just about to leave for Ireland with his boyfriend, and wanted to stop by to introduce himself first. He was supposed to wait for said boyfriend anyways, if only he could hurry his lazy ass.
"I swear, it's like he doesn't even want to come with!" Brain told him.
Jaren chuckled softly to be polite, not entirely comfortable with someone he just met pouring out their relationship issues onto him.
"I think I'll just go wait for Craig at the airport, don't wanna risk anything. See ya, Smitty!"
And as quickly as he came, Brian left, sorbet in one hand, ridiculous jacket in the other. Jaren sat there slightly dazed, still processing the events of the previous fifteen minutes. He managed to collect himself after a while, filing away the thought of Brian in his mind, acutely aware of the steadily growing number of people in his life he has to keep track of.
Just how many people in this fucking town does Evan know?
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How do you plan to make peace?
Your halo is falling
To choke you now.
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Pętla, Wojciech Has, 1958
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Hey check it out! I found some (clearly unused) concept work from way before Campaign 3 even premiered. I don't think I even turned these in.
What do you think is going on in no. 2? Is it supposed to be a guillotine, maybe? Was that my thought process? If so, I like it. I demand credit for that idea, i think it's fun.
Oh my god I just had a thought- I legit did not know about Laudna's history before it came out in the game. The noose is... spooky, right? I think I was just going for horror stuff lol.
#laudna#critical role#my art#fanart#it's fanart!#it's not official!#clearly i had yet to meet Laudna properly#tw noose#cw noose
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Barbara Stanwyck in publicity portraits for The Noose on Broadway, 1926
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remember when I did this?
well I did more
#deltarune#heathers#noelle holiday#kris dreemurr#pizzapants#susie deltarune#nooses tw#blood tw#suicide tw#hanging tw#death tw#art tag#first three were actually done a year ago but i never finished the fourth one until now#partially bc Background Hard but also i was like 'this might be too dark actually'#my friends were like its heathers of course its dark and then i showed them the sketch and they were like oh that IS dark#whatever its done i did it#ALSO this is important some people were confused with this last time: these are based on the MOVIE not the musical#like literally these are screenshot redraws from the movie but with dr characters lol#important bc since the musical makes betty and martha a composite character and in the movie theyre two different girls#and i wouldnt have put susie in the role of martha in the context of the musical. i probably would choose catti for that#and im also. not that fond of the musical. on the whole. for reasons#i do have like five of the songs from it on my showtunes playlist though LMAO#i may not agree with the story and characterization choices but i cant deny bangers#crossover
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Take me instead
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chapter 4
February 14th
"Watch your step, it gets a little slippery here."
"Fuck, you don't say!"
"Keep your voice down, someone'll hear us!"
The moon lit the night plenty, carving out shadows onto the earth. Two shadows of which followed their owners down the pier. They danced with each other, the humans they were attached to running right up the edge, laughter filling the air around them. The moon smiled brightly down at Evan and Anthony, happy to provide her services. The two boys laid back with their feet dangling, eyes up at the sky. Their shadows continued their play, stretching behind them as far as the moonlight would allow.
"What time is it anyways?"
Evan's phone lit up, screen showing that it was just past 5am. "We've got a while till sunrise."
"Still don't see why we couldn't just show up a little later, at least I would've had time to sleep."
Evan rolled his eyes at Anthony's comment. He wanted to be the first ones here, and he wanted peace and quiet. Here, at this time, all he could hear was the person beside him and that was all he needed.
Either the universe is fucking with him or he's still dreaming because there was no way this is happening to him right now.
Evan is standing at the side of the road and he's late. For his graduation ceremony. Because he's an idiot who can't remember to set alarms. And his phone is dead too so he can't call for a taxi to take him to school. Buses are out of the question because even if he could catch one, there's no way he'd make it in time. Essentially, he's fucked.
"Yo kid! You need a ride to school?"
Now isn't that something you hear everyday,
"I got a couple friends in the same gowns as you, but unlike you they are already at the ceremony." Evan stared at the car that had come to a stop right in front of him. A head was poked out and it was looking right at him. "I'm headed there myself so if you don't wanna be any later than I'm sure you are, I suggest you take my offer."
"RIght, yeah. Sure why not?" Evan swears if this turns out to be another curse sent by the universe, he will throw hands. Fucking give him a proper blessing already.
Evan climbs into the car, graduation gown sticking to his back with sweat. He really hopes this stranger is for real.
"Any chance your name might be Fong?"
Okay how the fuck does this guy know that.
"Chill, dude. I'm not some weird stalker guy out to get you. I'm close with Brian. He's mentioned you a couple times."
Fucking of course. It's not like their neighborhood is that big anyways. Crime rate isn't that high and no one's heard of a kidnapping since the 80's. And this guy doesn't seem to be all that older than Evan either. Damn it he just needs to get to his bloody graduation.
Evan's phone rings as the stranger starts to drive. Coincidentally, it was Brian calling.
"You've got about 8 minutes before they call your name Evan and if you don't get your ass here in time I swear to fuck-" Honestly, Evan zoned out the rest after he heard the time he has left.
Apparently Mister Pick Up Children Off The Side Of The Road Just Because They Go To The Same School As His Friend (Evan's aware of the length of the name) has somehow found the invitation Evan had left for him to join the conversation. Evan doesn't remember leaving said invitation, but he assumes Mister Pick Up Children Off The Side Of The Road Just Because They Go To The Same School As His Friend must have found it somewhere because there was no way he would involve himself in a conversation that had no connections to him other than the fact that he has relations to the person on the other side of Evan's phone.
Except that was very much the case and it was annoying Evan more than he would like to admit. And he's definitely not admitting anything because he would very much like to be driven to his school safely and on time.
Which is what Mister Pick Up- fucking hell- the dude driving is promising Brian? The fuck did he miss?
"Don't worry Bri, I'll break every speed limit there is to get him there on time."
"T'anks Anthony! I'll see you both soon!"
So Anthony is his name. Somehow Evan did not expect that at all. Neither did he expect the man to grab his phone out of his hands to end the call.
"Nice to meet you by the way," Anthony smiled, pushing the phone back into Evan's hands.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too."
One of Anthony's favourite memories of them was from a couple months ago. It was just Evan and him, with nothing but a few drinks to keep them company.
"Would you? Leave, I mean."
"I don't know. Maybe for a while, a few years," Evan replied.
"Maybe find someone to bring home, huh?"
Evan smiled up at him, and Anthony could have sworn he was staring at a miracle.
"I already found you."
And there goes his soul, off to heaven. He can't take his eyes off the person beside him. They've known each other for at least a year now and the feelings he has for Evan just kept growing and growing all this time. And you can't blame Anthony. If he had to describe Evan, he would use the words 'warm, strong, and determined'. Which, yes, his words may be a cliche but it's true.
Anthony believes that Evan truly is one of the best people he knows. And maybe it's the alcohol in his system. Or maybe it's how Evan has been looking at him but he suddenly wants nothing more than to show Evan how much he means to him. Just to hold his face as he leans closer and-
"Anthony?"
The other's voice startled Anthony from his thoughts. Evan looked nervous.
"Can- can I?" He wasn't sure what Evan was asking but he nodded anyway.
And then there's a pair of lips on his and wowokayholyshit-
Anthony kisses back lightly, and they stay connected until the need for oxygen becomes crucial. Anthony stares at Evan, breathless again just by the sight of him. Hair slightly tousled, flushed cheeks, wide eyes and- oh.
"You're drunk," Anthony says.
"I'm completely sober."
And that's all the warning Anthony gets before Evan is on him again.
Now the two of them are at the pier, looking up at the slowly brightening sky. It's beautiful. Here, in this moment, both of them are free from everyone else. They get to enjoy each other's company in solace and in peace. The moon slowly fades as her companion rises for the day. The sun peeks over the horizon to greet her and they share the sky for a few minutes before the moon leaves.
Anthony and Evan watch the sun stretch high, giving warmth to everything she touches. They're content to lay there while the rest of the world wakes, relishing the time they have before their responsibilities call them back to reality. For now though, they have each other. and that's all they'll need.
#the noose#bbs noose au#noose au#ave remembers how to write#my favourite bit about this is ehow sassy evan is in his flashback#had so much fun writing that#also yes rarepair my beloved <3#just you wait for the angst >:)
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