a twofer just because I love you, and because chapter 2 is the boringest one in the story

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don’t own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte.
"STOP INSULTING THE STORY PREPS, OK?! Otherwise, thanks to the gothic people for the good reviews! Thanks again Raven! Oh yeah, by the way, I don't own this or the lyrics for Good Charlotte."
People are preppy or gothy entirely based on if they like or dislike the story. Gothicness has an incredible list of standards and failing even one means you lose in the purity drives, it seems. Otherwise, only other thing in here is the standard fanfic author disclaimer about rights, except misspelled.
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky.
This is her third pair of fishnets in two days, what the hell.
I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists.
okay um this is the awkward part of my immortal gawking, because behind all the surreal happenstances and confusing dialogue, there's things that get kinda real and not very fun
there are more than a few casual references to cutting in this story and while Ebony the character is immune to harm from it due to being a vampire, she's so blatantly an avatar for Tara the author that it's kind of unsettling.
indeed, a few points in her authors comments she threatens to cut herself if the flames don't stop, and if you know your mid-2000s internet trolls - 4chan was in its prime here, for example - that did jack shit to stop them. I only found out about this story years later and I've never seen the actual upload or its comment section, so I have no clue how much just goaded her on, as mid 2000's trolls are wont to do.
so if you ever feel the urge to harm yourself seek professional help and don't attempt to find solace in the comments section of your canonXoc harry potter fanfic wherein your avatar wears corsets more than she wears hats. after this one I'm going to actively not dwell on the references to self-harm mostly because it would really sour the mood if I did so.
I'm gonna stop being real here right quick huumph
I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
Seriously where does she get all this human blood? Was the blood in the last chapter human blood? Or did she drink goldfish blood?
And here's her not wearing foundation. She wore it for all of, like, 6 hours. That's kinda wasteful.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).
"HE WAS WEARING" is "I WAS WEARING"'s estranged sibling. IIRC there's no "HE PUT ON" to match. There's a few defenses of men in make-up in this story, but I think it's rooted entirely in what Tara thinks is attractive.
The author's note is equal parts typo and slang. "A lot of cool boys wear it, okay?!"
“Hi Draco!” I said in a depressed voice.
“Hi Ebony.” he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert.
Draco has the most ridiculous car in the goddamn universe.
Then….. he showed me his flying car.Yeah like that's a flying car, that's pretty rad. But that car is very British middle class. Just seeing it parked wouldn't be exciting, it'd have to take off before it hit you.
“Dat’s mi car!!!!” shooted Draco angrily.Oh yeah that'd already make panties melt. But shit son this one flies, and it has 666 on the plate. It's a flying black Mercedes-Benz with 666 on the front license plate. That would charm anyone with its sheer
presence.
On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs.
There are very casual references to smoking and to use of nonspecific drugs. It somehow never amounts to anything. But still, Ebony and Draco hype themselves up for the concert by doing cocaine in the flying satan car.
You know, I've just realized, why are several muggle bands playing in the wizarding town of Hogsmeade? You could just set it in like London and it'd work out rather well.
When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.
“You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life.” sang Joel (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).
Then presumably she owns the lyrics to some other song. These are from
The Chronicles of Life and Death off of the album
The Chronicles of Life and Death.
“Joel is so fucking hot.” I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.
“Really?” asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
Joel Madden is the lead singer of Good Charlotte, just FYI. Story refers to him and MCR singer Gerard Way by name rather frequently but never just says they're the leads of these bands. It's kind of obvious Tara expects you to know this already.
Draco is caught in a weird gray area of traditional masculinity and the emotional vulnerability of the emo scene. The story demands he at once be weak and strong. It's very very strange.
“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Joel and he’s going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch.” I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
Madden dating the equivalent of Osama bin Laden in Tara's eyes is sort of glossed over, actually. You'd think the penultimate in gothic manliness dating the ur-prep would hurt his cred but that's kind of ignored and it comes of very very strange.
Madden and Duff's relationship wouldn't last, as he's now married to former
The Simple Life star Nicole Richie. Maybe he just likes stupid preppy fuckers.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees.
Benji is Joel Madden's brother and another GC member. Once again Tara expects you to somehow know this. IIRC this is the first and last time they drink any alcohol. The part where they're 17 is conveniently ignored. Much as how they're taking nonspecific drugs while driving and are about to get back to the car while high as shit on something and drunk. Maybe vampire physiology protects them, I dunno.
Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz
This is the single most evocative word choice in the entire story.
Crawled. They came in high, moshed like motherfuckers, got drunk, and now they can't even stand up as they return to the flying satan car. It's beautiful. This concert really fucked them up. This is one of those times where you'd reminisce and you can't remember shit but that it felt good and you got a t-shirt.
but Draco didn’t go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Forbidden Forest!
Suddenly Draco came into the woods.Rowling's favorite location with a name so evocative that it just instantly tells you everything you need to know about it.
They're gonna fuck in it.