tagging: @lipstick-and-shotguns @frxncaise @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah @truthoftwohearts

Rules: Put your music library on shuffle. List the first 10 songs that come up, then tag 10 people.

Corner of the Sky - Pippin

Monica’s Song - Clinton the Musical (fite me this song is catchy)

Far From the Home I Love - Fiddler on the Roof

Mage Pride - Dragon Age II Soundtrack (Vid has loose translation)

Falling - The Civil Wars

Dance With the Devil - Breaking Benjamin

This is War - `30 Seconds to Mars

‘Tain’t A Fit Night Out for Man or Beast - Bullets Over Broadway

Masquerade/Why So Silent? - Phantom of the Opera

[text: wrong number] So, apparently it has been destined that I can’t meet the single normal person in this godforsaken town. Because you know what this one did for a job? He’s a fucking puppeteer. He sticks his hand up the asses of dolls and talks for them. Why can’t I just find some nice guy who’s a realtor or something? Do I just attract the freaks or is it fate or is there a memo that I didn’t get???

[text: wrong number] …you are not mimi, are you?

Piper studied her friend for a moment as she explained the situation, preparing herself for the worst of the worst news. Death. Terminal illnesses. Abuse. Sexual assault. She’d steeled herself, vowing to be there for Caoil first and to deal with her own emotions second.

But as the truth came out, the redhead just blinked, feeling her mouth slowly opening, a bit like a fish. It hadn’t been the reasoning that she’d expected. Hell, she couldn’t even figure out why Caoilainn seemed so solemn. She was in love, for god’s sake. Maybe it was scary, but she should have been on cloud nine, not acting like her aunt had just died.

“I mean, you had me scared. I thought you were dying or something. But…it’s just a girl?” Piper let out a breathy laugh, letting one hand brush her hair out of her face. “I…I know it’s scary, but it’s worth it, it’s so worth it. I bet she’s gorgeous. You wouldn’t deserve anyone le–” She stopped, suddenly acutely aware of exactly why her friend had seemed so anxious. And why she’d started her statement the way she had.

Oh.

“I…I don’t see how any love could be wrong, Caoil. I mean, anybody worth a rat’s ass would be much happier to know that there’s more love in the world. And I’m including God in that. If he’s gonna judge you for this and condemn you for your happiness, fuck him.”

As someone who had gone through half of those tragedies and then some, Caoilainn had grown used to the feeling of her throats closing up in her sleep, or nightmares leaving her sick and shaking for hours. Yet, here she stood, face flushed as she realized she had blurred out the truth to Piper.

"I know, I know, I've read every article on God not caring who I am with and Jesus declaring the centurion and his lover fit for heaven, but I keep remembering what I've been told time and time again." She replied, punching the bridge of her nose. She was annoyed at herself for getting so worked up, but god knew that she could use someone to listen and help her. "I have always been taught that no one but the church leaders can interpret the Bible, and that the bishops and priests know best… so what do I do now? How do I convince myself to love Janie as much as I can and not let her go?"

@tatteredleather

@sleazygoing

@futurehalted

@piper-aileen-lenox

@mayantm

[ text: Oskiekins ] Mo, I really don’t know what to do. I’m like a week late and me being pregnant is kind of a possibility. And I don’t want to say anything to Oscar and panic him, but also I don’t want to have to go to the store and buy a pregnancy test all by myself. I kind of want emotional support from him on this one. But getting that would mean stressing him out and I don’t know what to do.