#newstages

MEME / @newstages

        ❝ no, ma’am. ❞ he loves her. it’s a stupid thought to have, right now, and an even stupider one to have with army regulations confining them, binding them to the places they’ve been put into, but he does. he loves her, and tunny doesn’t know how to say it without sounding like a sarcastic asshole, but he does. she’s been the one bright thing about his life, the one person who’s made tunny want to be better for. she’s…extraordinary. she deserves extraordinary, too, but all tunny’s got to offer her is…fuck all, actually.

MEME / @newstages

MEME / @newstages

       ❝ mhm. ❞ sloan twists her pen; one of these days, it’s going to explode while she’s doing this, and it’ll be exactly like that time in eighth grade that she had to go round with blue ink all over her mouth for days. it’ll probably happen right before she’s due to go on the air, too. she should stop. ( she doesn’t. ) mac’s not wrong, though. sloan’s pretty tough — except for all the times she isn’t, all the times she fucks things up and worries about them, or the ones where she ends up on someone’s floor crying — but she’s also smart enough to know that there are some people who need to be feared. some people who should be.

“There was no music without you, Eurydice.” AW...

congratulations u PLAYED YOURSELF (and ME i’m UPSET)

THE LAST FIVE YEARS  / @newstages /  accepting.

      ARE THEY REAL? THE WORDS SPILLING FROM HER LIPS, ARE THEY REAL?  The wonderful sound of Eurydice’s voice reaching his ear, is it only his imagination? Is his mind playing tricks on him? The feel of her hands grasping his / her breath against his skin / the scent of her hair & the smile she gives him ; is any of it real? How can it be, he wonders. How am I enough for her?

      ( Doubt comes in ... )

      He ignores the hound dog in his head for a moment, locks it away in the deepest, darkest pit of his mind until its howls are so distant and low he can’t hear them anymore. Free of the sound of his INSECURITIES, Orpheus allows his hands to fall down the length of Eurydice’s torso until they stop at her waist, where his arms finally embrace her. He pulls her tight, as close to him as possible, but NOTHING IS CLOSE ENOUGH. Even the air between them he wishes away. Holding her, Orpheus is brought back to another time they stood like this — only then the sun warmed their skin, her cheeks were flushed with colour & he was filled with confidence. He closes his eyes and feels the warm breeze of the summer against his bare arm, hears Eurydice’s laugh in the distance, feels her kisses against his cheek. They can return to the SUMMER, he thinks. No, he knows. He’ll walk any distance, fight any battle & any God, as long as she’s there, by his side.

        ❝ oh, this is the army, ma’am. we’re used to scenes. ❞ it’s kind of their thing, isn’t it? she’s sure that if her unit --- her old unit, and isn’t that a strange fucking thing to think? --- went to the states, they’d be pains in the arse for every american there. they’d be doing it right now, if they were here. ( georgie misses them, sometimes. she misses her mates. but this new position, teaching and training and getting to go home at the end of the day, is better for her. georgie’s always been one bad day away from a breakdown, in recent years, and it’s better, isn’t it, to be able to say that she’s more stable. that she’s doing better. one day at a time. ) she doesn’t think anything of it; they’re all soldiers, in the end. they’re used to this.