Mar 19
happy birthday old lady love u forever. listening to austin p mckenzie brother in ur honour rn bc u can never escape your past
i can’t believe you would say this to me. now i am definitely not listening to it and reminiscing
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happy birthday old lady love u forever. listening to austin p mckenzie brother in ur honour rn bc u can never escape your past
i can’t believe you would say this to me. now i am definitely not listening to it and reminiscing
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the recording studio was crowded that day. the band insisted on bringing their own instruments and no one had truly realized how large vishaka’s drum set was until transported. they had already finished recording for the day but continued to lounge behind the glass screen, staring into the opposite side of the booth. vishaka tapped her drumstick against the metal rim of her drum until it was yanked out of her grip by a disgruntled ada.
“ once again, ” cecilia started loudly to drown out the bickering between her two bands. she rested with her back against the studio window, arms crossed over her chest. “ we really do appreciate you asking us to play with you. ” when silk panic had met mina at their last gig they spent the night talking about how sweet she was considering her rising fame. they had met their fair share of other artists and they always waited with bated breath to see if the other would treat them like an equal or be a stuck-up asshole. mina had been the former and they had quickly taken a liking to her. despite her kindness, when imani received a call from the singer, the last thing she expected was to be presented the opportunity to collaborate on her next single.
“ to be so real with you, for a second i thought it was a prank. ” imani added in with a laugh that was met by scattered nods of agreement from the rest of the band. before she could continue her words were cut off by their drummer’s enthusiastic response. “ oh my god, yeah ! ” vishaka chimed in. like a stretched cat, she was practically sprawled across her drum set, arms dangling over the edge purposely to annoy their pianist who sat on the floor in front of her. “ when ‘mani texted us i was like no frickin’ way. like you’re so nice, mins, but like, that nice ? no way. i said, she’s gotta be drunk or something. ” a grin split across her face as she shot back up and spread her arms out to gesture around them. “ but i guess you weren’t and now here we are. sooo cool. ”
his first bigger show was a success, he thought, even though he was positive no one came to see him. there were people who seemed... mesmerized as he sang, as if he were the only person in the world. and he loved the feeling. this was a passion project for him, something he'd do even if he didn't have an audience — but the sound of applause was definitely something he could get used to. “ i think this may have been the best night of my life. ” he laughs, running his finger over the rim of his glass. “ is that how it felt for you the first time you played in front of that many people? ”
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okay well EYE will compliment you and julie then! because oh my god i love u both so dearly julie has been such a beloved character to me for a decade now (!!!!) and i truly do think about her so often. you have made her feel so so real and so well rounded and i am so delighted whenever i see ur posts because oh my god that’s my friend julie real in real life!!! ur writing is so excellent and so very julie her voice is so clear in every part of it whether it’s short or long it’s Clearly Julie and it makes it so so so much fun to read. also u are so kind and so fun and one of the best parts of coming back to tumblr rpc is seeing u on my dash all the time again <3 <3 love u love julie u are both so special to me! and sam loves u both too even if i’ve put her in timeout lately
u are so kind to me im gonna LOSE IT ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
you look different, marcy. look at your hands, look at your face. they quiver, they twitch, they clench their fists, they try to let go of the feeling. but it’s so deep inside, they can’t quite locate it. they can’t even properly identify it. it feels heavy. they drag their feet, but they’re quick safety, home, mina, is closer and closer. they can see a faint glow. it’s the kitchen window, open, with mina mulling about. footsteps pick up, though exhaustion eats away at their poor muscles. marcy can’t describe what they saw. they just remember the feeling of terror. something in the floorboards, something oozing from the walls, the shattering of glass and a stinging pain across the chest. fingers feel the wounds. deep, bleeding, burning. they don’t know how they got here, even. they pulled up to the house in their car, with their supplies, with a semblance of where they were, and the next thing they remember is … “ fuck, fuck, my keys. no keys. fuck, ahhh, ” hands fumble around for the carabiner that’s usually hooked to their belt loop. but, nothing. fist against wood, faint and tired they try to knock harder but can barely muster the strength. their stomach begins to rumble and turn. they don’t know how long they’ve been gone. and all they can think is ‘ mina’s going to be so pissed for missing dinner. ’ another knock, more frantic, more desperate. they’re bleeding onto their porch. they clutch their stomach, covering the wound, trying to self-soothe. weakly : “ mina, please let me in. fuck. mina. ”
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❝ whoever said all press is good press should'a been shot and killed on the spot, if y' ask me, ❞ she says, a mess of plainness and bitterness. calamity's seen the kind of shit going around in the tabloids about paris since SILK's split was announced . . . the same tabloids that used to use her as their gutter trash poster child. they and mina are good kids, though, and they don't deserve that same treatment. she sucks a sip of her drink down and then sighs again. ❝ i used t' believe that too, when my brain was all rotted. but it's bullshit, ❞ what she says next poises her as a cool big sister, one that is begging not to be emulated. ❝ how're you handlin' it ? ❞
“ never too late to start over. ” ╰ @deatheless
silence. there’s no more time to mull over this. sophia had her time plenty, actually to grieve the ghost of whatever they had. nights spent side by side, completely in denial, memorizing the way each other’s hair felt under fingertips, learning every corner of each other until there was, quite literally, nothing left but that memory. what felt like ages has come to an end. and yet, after sleepless nights of mentally rehearsing every outcome, sophia is at a loss. mina is just nearly the same, and sophia would know she’s dedicated enough space in her mind to remember everything, and if there’s holes in her memory, there’s a box full of polaroids to jog it but there’s that feeling. unexplainable, but distinct. a warning, almost, but she won’t heed it. a sixth sense she’s born with, but has so vehemently rejected. her heart flutters whenever she’s near mina, it always has, but then the hair on her neck stands on end and her fingers twitch and she feels watched. still … “ i know, ” is all she says. there’s almost embarrassment in the way sophia says it … flushed cheeks, sheepish muttering and all the rest. whispered not like a secret, but like a lie. and it catches in her throat, makes her palms sweat, makes her stomach turn. sophia would give anything to go back, but that’s humiliating to admit. it’s been eating her alive, swallowing her whole. “ but … why, and how ??? can we not just move on and pretend that we never stopped talking ??? ”
@deatheless: everything's far away. everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.
"not me. i'm a fucking original." noah grins wide, like he really believes it, but he knows better than anyone that it's not true. he's an amalgamation of every leading man he'd seen on tv as a kid. your brandos, your james deans, your redfords, your newmans. nothing about him is original, not anymore. still, he blows out smoke like it means nothing to him. like nothing means anything if he doesn't let it. "your thing is pretty unique, isn't it? unless there's some underground artist i don't know about that you've secretly been plagiarizing this whole time."