back-in-the-good-ol'-days.

You know I keep steadily getting followers even though I haven’t been active. I was planning on coming back in about June when we moved to a new place but if this keeps up i’m going to have to come up with something for the 500 follower mark and come back earlier than planned XD Life has at least calmed down some so… maybe it’s time for good ol’ Draven to make a comeback?

I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn’t have to rhyme every time I sang,

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think.
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from,
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one,

It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face,
Saying, “wake up, you need to make money.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

—  Stressed Out lyrics - Twenty One Pilots

These words are all made up, special snowflakes, blah blah blah

Wow I know, it’s almost as if the English language keeps evolving, just like it has been since the dawn of time. New words are being created to describe objects or experiences so that we can more clearly express ourselves, so annoying right? I wish we could just go back to speaking in grunts or writing hieroglyphics, like the good ol’ days *sigh*

I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn’t have to rhyme every time I sang,

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think.
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from,
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one,

It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face,
Saying, “wake up, you need to make money.“

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

anonymous asked:

Back in ye olde raiding days (which was WotLK for good ol' WrA), it was my job to be horribly geared (even though I had a full normal set) and try to wipe the raid to better teach people mechanics and how to play their class. Anytime the raid leader whispered me to do so, I'd fuck up in the best way possible. If people complained about me, Raid Leader would tell 'em "But they have the right attitude and perseverance." . . . I miss those days.

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anonymous asked:

I LOVE YOUR FURNACE HIGH SCHOOL AU OMG IT'S PERFECT is Furnace the principal? And Alex is like, his favourite, and Cross hates Alex because Furnace used to like him best or something? And death is, like, expulsion? And getting detention is blood-watch or something? And the wheezers are the school nurses? Holy shit imagine wheezers in skimpy nurse dresses I'm gonna have nightmares now

I’m liking your ideas, anon!

Furnace is obviously the principal, and Cross is the bitter tenured teacher who tries to get promoted as Vice Principal every year, but can never get the job because his students undermine him every chance they get. (Usually led by Alex, thus the hatred from Cross)

Blood-watch could be like, something involving hall monitors or whatever, and if you’re caught you get sent to detention lol

And I feel like the wheezers could be the various other positions needed to run a school… They’d be the nurses, but also janitors, gardeners, office people, and cafeteria staff as well. Imagine Alex, Donovan, and Zee hanging out in the bleachers and then behind them is just a wheezer nonchalantly riding a lawn mower out on the field. And then one of them just slowly mopping the floor in the halls during passing period (another one slipping as they’re delivering papers). It’d be great…