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throwback to that time i was stranded in the future and a hobo gave me a bottle of magic pee that he said would teleport me back to my time zone. i drank it, blacked out, and woke up in my friend’s dad’s Camaro just in time to make it to the dance!
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late summer florida sunsets.
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i feel really bad doing this but i honestly can't keep up with this blog anymore. i am really sorry .
The Attic - a sellachich fic
The admittedly off-beat drumming halts to a stop with a…
“Shit!”
The right drumstick had fallen out of Mat’s hand and onto the creaky floorboards of Brian’s old attic. He bites his lip and bends over to pick it up, cursing himself in his head. These self-depreciating thoughts are cut, however, by Brian’s signature laugh.
“Mat, it’s alright, dude,” Brian chuckles, placing his bumper-stickered guitar down on his open case. He lightly drums his fingers on a cymbal, “Like I think we know we’re shit.”
Mat responds with his own signature laugh, more of a hushed chuckle. He pushes back some sweat-greased strands of hair out of his face and leans over, resting lightly on the drums.
Brian ceases his drumming and grins at Mat. Looks right into his eyes and shakes his head, just letting the realization that he’s writing and playing shitty songs with his best friend. His best friend.
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sex is a lot like the pit at a tfb show. it’s sweaty and people are screaming. ur getting pushed up against strangers. ur filled with a sense of doom. brian sella is there
love of my life! gone for good!
“they had this poster at the show. I haven’t seen any pics of it anywhere so i thought I’d share it. it was only $5!!”
What! I want one, and I didn’t see that at the show I went to!
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can you do a sellachich fic based on cough it out with maybe hs brian & mat carving their initials into trees in hearts & then in the future they go back and look at those trees or something idk... sorry if its dumb but thank u for ur time!!
when they were in high school, mat and brian had one of those fleeting, passionate summer romances. it wasn’t really brian’s style but he had gone along with it because mat was so in love (and so short and cute). one day they’d snuck out in the woods behind their school and lost their virginities to each other. brian realised he cared a lot more than he let on, so after they were both sleepy and a little bit sticky, he carved BS+MU in a big oak tree.after that summer, everything was lurching into motion and they didn’t have time anymore. suddenly they were in a band and touring and playing shows where kids actually knew their songs, and then. brian had a girlfriend. mat told himself that it didn’t matter, and they kept playing shows that got bigger and bigger.back on top changed things. brian had broken up with his girlfriend a few weeks prior but mat was too timid, after all these years, to do anything. they recorded the album fast, everyone rushing their parts to finish it. brian was acting weird.the day after the first screening of the finished record, brian had grabbed mat’s wrist and dragged him into the car, driving them both a half hour to their hometown in jersey. mat was questioning and wondering but all he got back was silence. they pulled into the parking lot of their high school. mat’s eyes began to widen.brian tugged him into the woods, right up in front of a huge oak tree with the letters BS+MU carved in the trunk. mat felt his eyes begin to water, looking up at brian, the love of his life, with a wavering smile.this turned out very different than i thought it would. hope you like it.
smiley smiley happy brian cello