GenZ - Blog Posts
by Da Bob for YEW Of course... I look forward to this annual pageant of beauty ever year. However, the older I get, the crustier I grow, the more uncomfortable and creepy I feel about ogling SI’s annual Swimsuit Edition. In short, I just don’t feel right about gawking at the assets of Generation Z. Read More - Da Bob - YEW
I wonder what its like to actually know what you wanna be when you grow up cause I have no idea.
Are you guys thrilled about dying when the world is ending?
Yes or no?
platonic!bigbrofigure!johnny x fem!genz!roomie!reader
( just an idea )
"bitch." Johnny looked up and had to physically restrain himself from flat out laughing-turned-screaming as you throw a knife at his head, having suprisingly amazing aim. Like if he didn't duck the blade would have hit him in the head. He's kind scared of you now, not that he'll ever admit that to you.
[ he only ate a slice of your pizza ]
"Get out of my bed." "No." "Yes, you overgrown bitch." "Ever heard of respecting your elders?" "Ever heard of get the fuck out?" "No." "..." "Your mowhawk's stupid." "YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
[ in your defense he had his dirty boots on ]
"YOU BLACKLISTED ME!" (cue the johnny's three lovers being completely confused by the random woman in johnny's apartment) "It's for your own good." "You blacklisted me from moving into another place. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT!" "I can do a lot of things you don't know about." "Johnny, ew."
[ he loved you too much to let you go ]
( if people like this i might provide different interactions, background on reader, how she vibes with the rest of the task force etc.)
Fred Fredburger; the voice of a generation
Ailments.
You're so close, yet so far apart;
That bridge is the horizon of where ends meet and freedom starts,
Evenings eclipse in paper prints and coffee stains,
Rummaged bones and tiredness, crumbs of hardwork remain.
Headphones on, travelling long,
Rattling compartments - their church sermons.
Curated photos and thumb talks;
What could possibly go wrong?
Love materialises for fifteen minutes,
With renaissance sighs, for swollen lips.
Tokens of promises billed under "Laters, darling",
Lingering aftertaste of rubber burning.
Neon lights and clichéd fantasies -
Honestly, they're just trying to get on with it.
Youthful thought, is this what marks the young heart?
You're so close, yet so far apart.
Based on something I heard someone say...
1990s Kids: TIP you have cooties!!!!!
2020s Kids: TIP you have the coronavirus!!!