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" and ANOTHER massive budget cut for the music department. " the raven haired teacher said grimly, reading the latest bullshit email, shaking their head as they took a sip from the drink in hand, " it's a tale old as time but why is it so hard for the school board to get through their thick, daft heads that music is JUST as important as sports? maybe even more so. art is healing. a lot better for kids mental health. " a sigh escaped from their lips, " sorry, sorry. i'm doing that, ranty thing i do sometimes. here, what are you drinking, let me get your next one. and you can do the whole ranty thing on me. "
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ππ πππππππ πππππππ ππ her fellow teacher next to her, she can't help but sigh. it's the same age old story with the arts, always underappreciated, always undervalued. and yet, the tale still breaks her heart every single time it weaves its ugly web. β oh no, you're preaching to the choir here. music pun not intended. β while charlie's career didn't necessarily involve creating, it certainly involved helping her students learn more about art that they could be inspired by, as well as showcasing the work of notting hill's greatest looking to make it big. β i'm always happy to listen, okay ? i used to teach k through twelve.. but since you're asking.. i'm a gin and tonic kind of girl. β
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LOCATION: next chapter bookstore
πππππ πππ πππ ππππ always leaned towards visual art in film, it was no secret that she also adored books -- specifically of the mystery and horror variety ( no surprise there ). art was always the closest thing she had ever truly had to a home, and while she often perused the endless sections alone, this time -- she found herself with company. eyes dance between her own stash and the others, and while book shopping was often a solitary sport, the otherwise silent eve couldn't help but let her curiosity get the better of her.
β find anything good ? β
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FOR: jonah LOCATION: a grocery store
ππππππ ππ ππππ πππ life was the best thing she could do. no matter how many years had past, it was never too late to write the next chapter -- even if her bones felt heavy at the thought of even questioning where to start. no matter what she did, however, it never seemed to be enough. she would always be chasing ghosts, weighed down by the memory of her son, the one that she failed.
she could have saved him. he deserved better than her.
the thought still rang within her mind as she trudged through the desolate grocery store, eyes occasionally looking upwards for the items in her home that she needed. however, eyes soon fall on the last person she expected to see -- nor wanted to. just like she couldn't forget her son, no matter how much she wondered if it would be easier, she could never forget how deeply in love that she had been with jonah matthews. how she could have allowed herself to get so lost in another person. and just how easy it was for him to cut her down with his words.
and so, she has every intention to cut him down with hers.
β stay the fuck away from me. β
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LOCATION: sainsbury's, outside
πππππ ππππππππ πππ ππππ in a bar overseeing a bunch of twenty-somethings, she was not one to be in attendance at them otherwise. however, there were times when her friends could be extraordinarily convincing. and so, the eldest wells had spent a rather eventful night at cloud nine and wore the evening on her to prove it. luckily, sainsburys was in walking distance from her apartment complex. thus, she was now armed with several hangover cures in a plastic bag and a cigarette dangling from between her lips.
β i'm never fuckin' drinking again. β penelope smirks, knowing that she was leaning into the same stereotype as every other individual. she certainly wasn't different in the slightest. β i always feel like i've been hit by a fuckin' semi-truck. β
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so focused on other things in their life, blue huxley had never expected to fall for someone. they had teo to think about, a business to think about, and an entire band to keep track of despite it being full of adults. and then matias araya walked into their life, and suddenly blue felt like everything had aligned. they'd been worried about being able to balance a relationship with everything else going on, but matias made it easy. for once, blue felt like they were being loved and cared for in the way that they needed, and while malik had certainly given them everything they needed, this still felt different. that's why they'd found themselves at matias' door, fingers combing idly through their hair almost nervously. blue didn't think that they were capable of of getting butterflies, but as the door opened to reveal their boyfriend, it was like a butterfly garden came alive in the pit of their stomach.
a goofy grin spread on blue's lips as matias approached, feet stepping backwards until their back was against the wall and their hands were on his chest. "you already know i did," they muttered a little gruffly, though it was in jest. they had missed him, and there was no sense in denying it. "how long has it been? two? maybe three days? feels like an eternity to me."
ππππ ππππππ πππππ, ππ he does so completely. it was something he had once thought of as a weakness, mainly because it had only gotten him hurt. left behind. damaged goods too broken to fix were often trashed, thrown away. he wasn't going to allow himself to be thrown away again. blue, however, not only adored him for exactly who he was -- but they had no intention of fixing him. he would simply be a fool to let that go, no matter how hard the universe tried to force him otherwise. not that there were forces working against them, but the way his life had gone he couldn't help but anticipate. he needed to protect them, no matter what. β mmmm, yeah ? β matias hums, a hand coming to rest along the back of their neck as he takes a seconds to admire them. god, he doesn't know how he got so lucky. they were what he had been waiting for, the best thing that had ever happened to him. while some may think he was over-exaggerating, a victim of seeing the best in people, he couldn't help the feeling in his chest.
β whatever it is, it's too many days too long. β his voice is low and quiet so only they could hear. it's then that he closes the space between them, not caring if there was anyone else in the hallway. if they had a problem with his desire for blue, then they were sad lonely fucks. β c'mere... i got some wine that's calling to be opened. β
Unfortunately, Bowie had a point - and Kirby couldn't really afford to keep ignoring the few chances of the life he wanted anymore. "The what ifs keep me up at night, but it's always the negative ones," he started slowly. "I feel like I shouldn't even indulge in the positive ones. But I guess I'll never know what I'm missing out on if I don't at least try - nothing's killed me this far, I suppose a war zone across the world has to be worse than telling a girl I like her." He paused and flashed Bowie a soft smile. "Thanks - I guess I just needed some nonfamilial encouragement. I feel like my siblings are obligated to hype me up."
πππππ πππππππ ππππππππ, π ππ a moment letting the rowdy nature that lie beneath their facade go -- even if it was just for a moment. they really did enjoy spending time with kirby, even if they were as opposite as they come. β but does it actually do anything but hurt you ? β they ask, voice quieter than before. bowie had spent a lifetime believing that they were protecting themselves -- but they had long since realized how much they were missing out on. how beautiful love could be, and the risk that you were taking. even still, there would always be a chance for something beautiful. β see ? there ya go ! i'm proud of ya, man. β as someone who had recently connected with their one and only sibling, they could certainly understand the expectation. the formerly calloway siblings, although rough around the edges, were obliged to hype each other up. β i got a brother -- he's always happy to tell me when i'm being a dumbass though. β
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SAOIRSE RONAN. SHE/THEY / have you ever heard of GIBSON GIRL by ethel cain, well, it describes DEIRDRE βDEEβ GALLAGHER to a tee! the twenty-eight year old, andΒ HOUSEKEEPER @ HAWTHORNE HOUSE was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE/THEY is/are more guarded or more ENTERTAINING instead? anyway, they remind me of being too used to being the family basket case, walking through life with no destination, pink hair dye staining graphic t-shirts, and a sharp tongue born from protection, maybe youβll bump into them soon!
β β β β β β β β πππΈπΆπΆπ΄π ππ°ππ½πΈπ½πΆΒ :
CLAYTON CARDENAS. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of I WANNA BE SEDATED by ramones, well, it describes MATIAS ARAYA to a tee! the thirty-seven year old, andΒ OWNER OF RIGHT ROUND RECORDS + FORMER LEAD SINGER OF OVERDRIVE FIVE was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more overprotective or more STRONG-WILLED instead? anyway, they remind me of the first strums of a guitar playing a song about heartbreak, a body littered with tattoos, trying to forget old memories & thrashed denim jeans and t-shirts, maybe youβll bump into them soon!
β β β β β β β β πππΈπΆπΆπ΄π ππ°ππ½πΈπ½πΆΒ : cancer, divorce, death, substance abuse, sobriety
Β EMILY ALYN LIND. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of VIOLET by hole, well, it describes WILLA DURAND to a tee! the twenty-three year old, andΒ FASHION DESIGN STUDENT + WAITRESS @ THE BLUEBIRD CAFE was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more closed-off or more CREATIVE instead? anyway, they remind me of lipstick-stained coffee cups littered around her bedroom, late nights working on something beautiful, a well of dreams never running dry & fabric dangling over her shoulder, maybe youβll bump into them soon!
β β β β β β β β πππΈπΆπΆπ΄π ππ°ππ½πΈπ½πΆΒ : car accident, divorce, parental death, mental health, anxiety, mental health facilities
open starter // @nottinghillstarters any room in hawthorne house
when something faulty started happening with hawthorne house's air - conditioning , leighton found themself resorting to desperate measures . the infamous iced water bottle drew ' too much ' guest attention to the lack of cool and meant they had been bombarded by questions all day , with little to no solution , despite valiant efforts . in an attempt to not lose their own cool , leighton escapes into a quieter area . hazel eyes perk up curiously when they realize they aren't alone and a tired almost - smile is the best she can muster .' i am delightful , ' leighton says to break the ice while bracing for impact. ' it is a delight to see me , so why don't you look delighted ? '
πππππ πππππ ππππππππ ππ the independence that college had given her -- allowing her to realize the chokehold her mother had over her life, she found herself scraping by through sheer willpower every weekend her mother decided to visit. call her a nepo baby, whatever, her mother would certainly never let her forget that her career had given her daughter a ledge to stand on. one of her mother's favorite spots in notting hill was hawthorne house, often making any excuse for brunch with her daughter. however, willa decided to stay back this time and take advantage of the bar they offered. even if there was a noticable issue with the air conditioning.
β a couple mimosas will do that to a girl. β willa laughs, adjusting her skirt ( vintage burberry, of course ) as she stops and notices the other. β i would ask if you're alright, but considering your question, i'm going to take that as a no. β
"I don't disagree - but I think it's very telling the way clubs and bars especially try to do things." Vera pointed out. Getting into engaging conversations with Jett was one of her favorite past times - she often felt like she left the conversation with more knowledge than she went into it with, and that was saying something. "That's why I like working for Frankie; she's not one to insist that anyone with a female body dress all skimpy to attract more customers or whatever. I wouldn't be caught dead in a bar like that." She nodded thoughtfully before speaking again. "I really need to come see you sing sometime."
πππ πππππ πππππ ππππ was that their heart was not usually taken -- they took others. however, something about vera caused jett to feel things that could only be caused by a schoolyard crush, and they didn't know how to get her out of their head. β it's a heaping load of heteronormative, binary bullshit, that's what it is. they're catering to what they think their audience is, the male gaze. β of course they realized how much they sounded like they were preaching about queer theory, but sometimes they just couldn't help themselves. β listen, frankie's a bad bitch. i've never actually spoken to her or whatever but like -- she just doesn't seem to give many fucks. i dig it. β of course they found themselves hanging out at the distillery every now and then -- but maybe, just maybe, vera had given them a reason to go there more often. at the mention of their singing, jett couldn't help but flush. they would simply die if they knew vera was in the audience, both something that would make them nervous with a sense of added motivation. β please do ! i'd fuckin' love that. β they begin, becoming less teasing and more sincere. β i've got some good songs on the docket in the next couple weeks.. maybe we could make a night out of it. β
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More often than not, Jimmy felt like he made no sense when he opened his mouth to talk. However, if you listened for long enough, a nugget of truth was bound to fall out eventually, right? "I think anyone who makes the rules is a little scary - but you also have a takes no shit kind of face, and most local bands are little shits." He wiggled a little in his chair, pleased that he actually came up with something useful. "Maybe you needed to be reminded that you could stop me at any point when I wasn't being helpful - but I think a battle of the bands would also bring in some revenue if you charged like, what is it... five pounds a head or something."
πππππ ππππ'π ππππππ ππππ one to be trusted with responsibility. however, times certainly had changed -- growing up tenfold with hammonds' keys in their hand. they once followed bands and now, bands came to them to catch their big break. that still wasn't something that they had completely processed quite yet. β i mean.. fair 'nuff. i just don't wanna be a dick, y'know ? makes no sense to be an asshole for the sake of bein' an asshole. or be seen as one. β even if bowie didn't really care what many people thought of them, the last thing they wanted to do was create a scary environment for their performers. β yeah, it's cause i don't take people's shit. my bullshit detector is the best in the game. β of course they knew jimmy was right -- this would account for the families of the musicians, friends, especially when the price was right. β you don't gotta convince me jim -- consider me sold. let the hammonds battle of the bands commence, mother fucker. β
jude was a caffeine fiend, she couldn't start her morning without a coffee. she had a free day, no work, no other plans and so she decided to treat herself to a fancy coffee from the grind. jude hoped that she wouldn't bump into omari, that he'd be long gone, she didn't fancy having an awkward conversation that morning.
it was hard breaking up with someone you were in love with and even though she'd had time to process, jude still wasn't over their break-up. she was starting to worry that she NEVER would be, he was still on her mind 24/7, she even wore one of his old t-shirts to bed, if her friends asked if she was over him, she'd say yes but that was very obviously a LIE.
jude arrives at the grind, for a moment she thought that she'd gotten away with it. but then she feels some eyes boring into her across the busy room, and there he was. all of a sudden her brain was on autopilot, she made her way towards him, she'd missed him. really, she shouldn't be doing this, it was only going to get her into trouble. "hey" she replies, "when did you get into coffee? or are you ordering for someone else?".
πππ πππππ ππ ππππππππ forget judeβs adoration for coffee ? pit stops on long drives for an iced latte, days in the park with a tea for him and espresso for her.. it soon hit him in that moment that he didn't want to forget anything about jude. not even the smallest things, the things that drove him crazy. even that he didn't know where to begin to process this heartbreak, he'd take it. he'd take it all. especially if it meant he got to love her.
fighting was all he knew. it got him the life he had built -- it had led him to meeting her. what else was he supposed to do ? what other life was there ? he couldn't sustain them on simply being, and while that would have been a life he could have lived at the drop of a hat, with every single heartbeat. it had taken days to wash his sheets of the sent of her ( simply because he couldn't bring himself to do it ), knowing that some day he would be a forgotten memory -- just like the forgotten trinkets of hers that she hadn't stopped finding around his apartment.
someone else. the thought alone threatens to cause him to scoff, but he refrains. no matter if she had stayed far away, another passing stranger in the coffee shop -- he never stopped being amazed by how beautiful she truly was, something he had squandered. β i -- uh -- i get it now. β he begins. he understands why she left. why she needed to get away from him, a ticking time bomb ready to explode. but what slips out is the opposite of what he's thinking. β why... why you love coffee so much. sometimes, it can taste good. β he can't help but laugh, remembering all the times he made fun of her. when life was easier. β they're really onto something with this pumpkin spice shit. β
