Unofficial! My versions of Ben and Gwen as teeeeennss.
when i think of bullets i think of that feeling u get when u turn off the lights in a basement and then run as fast as u can upstairs, u have a split second to think "of course nothing's behind me, i'm here alone, but...". when i was little i had this image of a skeleton hand just reaching up for my leg while i climbed up. idk that's the same feeling i get listening to bullets, like those weird, creepy, vaguely nostalgic things in dirty spots of everyday life,, does that sound too pretentious?