#musings. stevie

[xxdreamscapes]

diary 051825 | 11:00 pm

Thunder only happens when it's raining. Players only love you when they're playing. Say. Women… they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean… you'll know, you'll know ⋆⁺₊⋆ + ⋆⁺₊ ⋆ ☁︎

The layers, the connections to my own life. I'll forever adore Fleetwood Mac and Stevie and I fucking love this song.

[timeguardians]

@legends-and-savages

Send 👀 to walk in on my muse naked| Accepting

Bruce had come in after it was pouring rain. So he had stripped down, but he had gotten distracted. A towel at least over his waist as he sat in front of his computer. Something had caught his attention and then he heard a noise. "I didn't realize you were here." He said.

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Wayne Manor is more impressive up close and personal than it is in all the glamour shots of it etched in the ruddy ink of the papers. It is not the luxury or the wealth that draws the soldier to the grounds. No, she comes for one purpose and one only. Bruce.

In him, Cap had found a strangely kindred spirit. A fellow drifting loner who, yearned to make the streets of their city better, safer. There's a pressure, an insurmountable weight, that they were both willing to shoulder. In the unspeakable undercurrents of every inhale and exhale, existed a palpable grief. A shared grief. And it is in Bruce Wayne's presence, that Stephanie found a sense of belonging, a renewed sense of purpose. He had given her the courage to pick up the shield again. She had NO RIGHT to do anything less.

Azure orbs rake down Bruce's muscular form, appreciating every well-defined curvature and groove. Despite the smatterings of injuries, he really is quite stunning to appreciate. Especially, when there was a dewy dampness still lingering from the rain. A blustery shade of rose inhabits her cheeks at the somewhat impure thoughts that had occurred to her in regards to him. Allowing her pearly-whites to sink into the plush of her lip, she scantly refrains from indulging the desire place a kiss to his nearest shoulder. (Not that she had any permission to FEEL that way or any inclination that the feelings may, in fact, be returned) Still, the temptation is ever present; equally as present as the persistent thrum of her own heartbeat.

Just as Cap resettles the shield upon her shoulders, she becomes aware of Wayne's piercing eyes upon her. The blonde tremulously hazards a step forwards but makes no effort to infringe upon his personal space.

Flustered, Cap's gaze averts. "Sorry. Your Butler let me in." Alfred, as she has come to realize, was a man of incredible character. Brave, learned, and astute he had proven to be time and time again. It does, however, shock Stephanie that he had been perhaps, briefly careless. "He mentioned that you could use the company."

Sheepish and worried orbs slowly return upwards, locking on his between webs of thick eye-lashes. "Do-do you want me to go?" She hesitantly prods.

[evilgirljesus]

Sure time may have cast a spell on you but idc you’ll never forget me

[rosesonbreeze]

@lostwcnderlands | Stevie and Your Muse

"What? You're one of those players?" She asks, toeing the line between obnoxious and playful. Oh, she knows what he sees - a nice-looking girl, reeking of upper-middle class stink, trying to head back to the North Side to entertain her girlfriends with stories about the rough and tumble. But Stevie is more cutting, more determined, that her vibe suggests. And she likes him. She's always liked him, since she first heard him mouth off at a bouncer or turn tricks by the L.

"Or," Stevie pops her lips, rounding over to the other side of the kitchen counter. "What, you don't date good girls?"" Ironic, really, considering no "good girl" would track a guy down after being blown off a one night stand, only to buy him a shiny new washer-and-dryer. But surely her grand gesture earned her five minutes of air time.

"I'm not a good girl. I'm no north side princess." She insists, leaning against the counter. "Why won't you give me a shot?"

[littlequeenies]

June 7, 1983 - May Pang, record producer Steve Lillywhite, Stevie Ray Vaughan with his wife Linnie, and actor Matt Dillon backstage at First City in New York City.

[ragebuilt]

IT'S   TIME   …   FOR   THE   ANNUAL   JJ   THINKS   ABOUT   BRINGING   STEVE   BACK!!!   I   swear   guys   I   think   about   doing   this   all   the   time   ,   but   then   something   happens   ,   &   I   have   to   put   the   bean   away   for   my   own   sake.   I   miss   the   punk   though   ,   &   I   just   love   getting   a   chance   to   write   Steve   after   they're   done   with   being   Captain   America.   Things   I   shall   think   about.

[toomuchracket]

did i tell you guys i'm dressing up as stevie nicks for a party next week lol

[steviexwagner]

Stevie Wagner's Halloween Costume 2024

Stevie's not joining in on the fun since she's on bedrest, however the kids are: Zoe is Violet Baudelaire, Logan is Klaus Baudelaire, & Naomi as Sunny Baudelaire from A Series of Unfortunate Events @johnnyxwagner

[chaosandcrimson]

Stevie Sinclair: Character Inspirations

Ashley O from Black Mirror Annie January / Starlight from The Boys Pyrrha Nikos from RWBY

[askstevie]

Nana said that her favorite Muse song was Taco's Tirade. Help?

[timeguardians]

@bcntbouquet

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. He told me you were in the past."

Rogers gingerly reaches for the titanium shield he cluched. Cerulean orbs widen in consideration of it's more than impeccable state. "I'll be damned." She murmurs tremulously. It is still every bit as beautiful as it had been SEVENTY years ago, and just as comforting in it's weight too.

"Don't be sorry." Cap knows she owes the man an explanation, one that defies all logic. "I went into the ice in 45. Stark had every reason to believe I wouldn't be coming back. Hell, I'm not even sure -- I am back. This all feels like a dream." Where was Howard? She internally mused, not knowing that he had passed.

The world around her is so foreign. Everything has changed. With a swallow, she glanced around. "Can you at least tell me who won the war?" And though she is fairly certain she is in New York, she feels an overwhelming sensation like she is INCREDIBLY LOST. "And do you have a few hours to show me around?"

[thelonelyqueenofthenight]

Record Store Day.

Songs In The Key Of Life by Stevie Wonder

Lemonade by Beyoncé

I picked up two of my favorites albums from two my favorite artist.

Both of these are two phenomenal works of art.

[famefckr]

muses being added (probably tomorrow): stevie bell, avery grambs, cassie hobbes, pippa fitz-amobi

[brckensocietyarch]

WHAT EMOTION ARE YOU?

(fun fact: there's a pattern.........)

axel is… guilt.

your guilt gnaws at you like a cancer, slowly destroying you from the inside. it is a constant reminder of the mistakes you have made, of the people you have hurt, of the opportunities you have wasted. you deserve to suffer for what you have done, and the only way you can atone is by punishing yourself, by making yourself suffer. you want to torture yourself, knowing you let everything happen, and your pentinence will eat you whole. it is a small price to pay for the pain you have caused others, but do you truly deserve it?

billy loomis is… denial.

your denial is like a thick fog, obscuring your view and making it difficult to see the truth. it is a comfortable lie, a way to avoid the harsh reality of your situation. it is like a cloud that hangs over your head, a veil that hides your true feelings from yourself and the world. poor soul, you can’t even look into the mirror without denying reality. it’s not your fault- you can blame everyone else. when you’re done, you’ll see what you truly desire.

cherri is… longing.

your longing is like a ghost, a haunting presence that follows you wherever you go. it is a feeling that slips in and out of your mind, a reminder of what you have lost, what you will never have. don’t you wish to feel their touch again? it’s too late, so let me guide you. you can resist, it’s expected. the passion of your heart is like a wound that never heals, a scar that won't fade. not even you can stop it.

crimson is… denial.

your denial is like a thick fog, obscuring your view and making it difficult to see the truth. it is a comfortable lie, a way to avoid the harsh reality of your situation. it is like a cloud that hangs over your head, a veil that hides your true feelings from yourself and the world. poor soul, you can’t even look into the mirror without denying reality. it’s not your fault- you can blame everyone else. when you’re done, you’ll see what you truly desire.

diesel is… denial.

your denial is like a thick fog, obscuring your view and making it difficult to see the truth. it is a comfortable lie, a way to avoid the harsh reality of your situation. it is like a cloud that hangs over your head, a veil that hides your true feelings from yourself and the world. poor soul, you can’t even look into the mirror without denying reality. it’s not your fault- you can blame everyone else. when you’re done, you’ll see what you truly desire.

dixie is… guilt.

your guilt gnaws at you like a cancer, slowly destroying you from the inside. it is a constant reminder of the mistakes you have made, of the people you have hurt, of the opportunities you have wasted. you deserve to suffer for what you have done, and the only way you can atone is by punishing yourself, by making yourself suffer. you want to torture yourself, knowing you let everything happen, and your pentinence will eat you whole. it is a small price to pay for the pain you have caused others, but do you truly deserve it?

hazel is… guilt.

your guilt gnaws at you like a cancer, slowly destroying you from the inside. it is a constant reminder of the mistakes you have made, of the people you have hurt, of the opportunities you have wasted. you deserve to suffer for what you have done, and the only way you can atone is by punishing yourself, by making yourself suffer. you want to torture yourself, knowing you let everything happen, and your pentinence will eat you whole. it is a small price to pay for the pain you have caused others, but do you truly deserve it?

maddox riley is… anxiety.

anxiety is your companion, the shadow that hangs over you like a storm cloud. it's a voice that whispers in your ear, telling you all the things that could go wrong- echoing and bouncing inside the walls of your mind. it's a feeling that clutches at your chest, making it hard to breathe. it's a cycle, a never-ending loop of worry and fear. i wish i could turn it off for you, silence the doubt in your mind, but it's always there, lurking in the corners of your thoughts, ready to strike when you least expect it.

maison is… denial.

your denial is like a thick fog, obscuring your view and making it difficult to see the truth. it is a comfortable lie, a way to avoid the harsh reality of your situation. it is like a cloud that hangs over your head, a veil that hides your true feelings from yourself and the world. poor soul, you can’t even look into the mirror without denying reality. it’s not your fault- you can blame everyone else. when you’re done, you’ll see what you truly desire.

silas is… longing.

your longing is like a ghost, a haunting presence that follows you wherever you go. it is a feeling that slips in and out of your mind, a reminder of what you have lost, what you will never have. don’t you wish to feel their touch again? it’s too late, so let me guide you. you can resist, it’s expected. the passion of your heart is like a wound that never heals, a scar that won't fade. not even you can stop it.

stevie roberts is… guilt.

your guilt gnaws at you like a cancer, slowly destroying you from the inside. it is a constant reminder of the mistakes you have made, of the people you have hurt, of the opportunities you have wasted. you deserve to suffer for what you have done, and the only way you can atone is by punishing yourself, by making yourself suffer. you want to torture yourself, knowing you let everything happen, and your pentinence will eat you whole. it is a small price to pay for the pain you have caused others, but do you truly deserve it?

tagged by @carp3diems (saw on my dash) tagging you reading this

[roseguided-arch]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊, nose wrinkled as if she hadn’t believed what was being told to her. of all the years she believed in santa, before she caught her father eating the cookies, stevie never thought he’d look like anything else besides a fat old man with a beard who wears too much red. this is what has the young girl so overly skeptical. for all she knew he was some faker santa from the mall that pop up around christmas time. ❛ you don’t look like santa. ❜ she says pointedly, ❛ where’s your beard ? why aren’t you fat like in all of the movies or books ? ❜

[ * @namastekringle liked for something small. ]