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new blogs are here-> @croweswings & @sirwoods  ! i will be making that other oc tonight and introducing in the next couple of days. probs won’t be posting here anymore so feel free 2 unfollow n follow new thangs if u want !

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ok here is da plan: i have remade the cw blog at @croweswings2 and will be working on it more over time but im not sure if i will be writing there frequently. instead i have decided to reset & channel most of my tumblr active energy into One character - not giving away all the deets yet but he will be a record producer and yes,,, it will be retro era as per usual and still connected to the cw universe i’ve got going. anyhow that is the sitch! you’re welcome to follow the new cw blog or not, i don’t mind. i’ll be around on there eventually to write from time to time if people want a particular character to write with! i can’t give my boys up completely 

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update: i have started working on a new blog for the boys that’ll likely be dash only and have all the info updated/revised and properly organised! im in the process of transferring posts i want to keep & writing up more stuff on the google docs (i have to break a lot of it up into palatable bites lmfao) but i may return once it’s done. not sure when that will be! i will keep yall posted 🙏

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     if i archived this blog n remade would u guys follow again 😔i just feel cluttered and want to try reorganising everything !

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hello hope u all are doin fab!!! i have not been here bc work and personal projects and... taking it easy lol but!! i intend to return for a bit after i get this batch of commission work done this weekend/early this coming week. i will probs be around on discord more then too! i jus gotta get this other stuff out of mind so i can have free unpressured time to focus on writing :^)

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just a widdol gift for mine friend @maelsong :^) we stan mo

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JUST  A  MODERN  GUY .   WORTH  A  MILLION  PRIZES .

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                         RULES TBA.  //  SEL. MULTI OC BLOG.  //  RETRO VERSE.

      ❛❛  – sorcerers  of  madness,  selling  me  their  time.  child  of  god  sitting  in  the  sun  giving  peace  of  mind.  fictional  seduction  on  a  black  snow  sky.  sadness  kills  the  superman,  even  fathers  cry. ❜❜

         * note: this blog is a sideblog. i will follow from my main: @croweswings

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      00.    ⟡ GEORGIE.

@croweswings​​  sent:   “ oh my god, i’m way too stoned for this ” The Texas Chainsaw Massacre  -  sentence starters. who?   martin  to  georgie.

Georgie giggles right at him.   “You sure that’s the grass’ fault?”

“You’re doin’ just fine, relax, Marty.  My momma always used to say:  fight fire with fire and you’ll burn your way through t’ the other side.”   A bad influence!   “But… I don’t know if this is ‘xactly what she meant by that.”   Georgie peers in deceptive concentration down at the joint in hand,  considering its metaphysical properties for only a brief few moments before offering it back to Martin with a lazy smile;   peering encouragingly at him through the haze of smoke.

      with  ten  minutes  before  they  have  to  be  on  set,  martin  calculates  that  it’s  just  enough  time  for  him  and  his  newly  selected  companion  to  share  a  joint  out  back  under  guise  of  a  “cigarette  break”.  by  now,  everyone  expected  that  the  times  martin  excused  himself  in  such  a  manner,  he’d  likely  return  high  out  of  his  mind  on  some  variety  of  substances.  he’s  staring  out  with  something  between  paranoia  and  absence;  even  if  it’s  just  a  bit  of  hash,  it’s  strong  –  one  of  his  dealer’s  mystery  hybrids,  and  martin  regrets  not  asking  about  its  effects.  

      but  he’s  conscious  enough  to  accept  another  couple  puffs  of  the  joint,  furthering  his  state  with  the  unfailing  help  of  his  hubris  –  maybe  it’s  to  impress  her.  the  drummer’s  red-rimmed  eyes  size  her  up  and  he  dutifully  instills  a  warning.  ❛❛  if  i  fuck  up  behind  my  kit  tonight,  don’t  laugh.  it’s  a  fuckin’  blessing  that  we’ll  be  miming  our  instruments,  ❜❜  the  joint,  hardly  much  than  a  small  pinch  of  rolled  paper,  is  passed  back  to  the  singer.  they’ll  be  on  live  television  and  he’s  high  enough  not  to  care  if  he  looks  like  an  idiot  -  it’ll  be  funny !  ❛❛  you  wanna  do  somethin’  stupid  with  me  on  live  tv ?  ❜❜

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      00.    ⟡ MORGAN.

    there was something so unbelievably tender about him , something that had taken herself so long to see — so used to thinking him atlas , invincible , and she’d never quite seen the cracks , the spots where he needed to be held in spite of all his running towards emergency . so fragile it pulled at her stomach , moved her so intensely she was sure one day she’d lock him inside her house just to make sure he’d be safe . such a curious little paradox : how he’d fished her out of the water years before , and now it was her holding on to him so desperately each time the weight on his shoulder got too heavy . thumb absent - mindedly drawing circles along his cheek , she leaned in closer , hovering above his head with a strand of hair falling like curtains , hiding them both from the privacy of their own home . the moment was warm , flowing through her like honey — as the distant ticking of a clock was the only memory of time , morgan was achingly aware that this … she’d already gotten used to this peace . 

     “ you know you’re not supposed to be carrying the world , right ? ” , a soft curve of her lips , like brushstroke of pale red — hand moved back from his cheek to his hair , stroking slowly the way she would to a child , the way she knew she adored when he did it to her . slowly , as if coaxing him to sleep : wanting so badly to give him nothing but rest , and nourishment , and the devoted care of someone who set her own world on fire and is now far too aware of the fragility of things . “ and you’d hate it if we ran away ” . her grin bloomed wider now , teasing . “ you’d find something to worry about not even one mile away from home . but babe , you can’t be invincible . you gotta lose sometimes , too — it’s why i’m here , you know ? ” 

      sometimes,  these  moments  felt  like  poetry.  his  life  was  otherwise  a  stressful  tale  with  plot  crescendoes  and  plunges,  constantly  getting  his  head  dunked  under  before  he  could  get  a  lungful  of  air  –  but  this,  it  was  serenity.  it  rendered  him  still  with  the  same  meditative  sensation  that  filled  him  while  sitting  alone  by  a  glittering  creekside.  as  if  the  tension  had  risen  off  of  him,  scott  sunk  further  against  her  and  closed  his  eyes  to  revel  in  her  presence,  soothed  by  her  light  touch  and  gently  radiating  warmth.  she  smelled  like  home.  his  voice  seemed  detectably  relaxed,  lower  in  an  eased  throat.  ❛❛  mm...  i  know.  but  i  need  reminding  sometimes.  ❜❜

      when  his  eyes  opened  again,  he  appeared  relaxed  enough  to  seem  drowsy,  lids  mellowed  –  in  the  warm  lighting  the  usual  grey  of  his  iris  was  peacefully  rejuvenated  in  a  rich  blue.  with  her  teasing  humour  she  had  successfully  drawn  out  a  lazy  smile  from  him,  his  gaze  fixing  on  the  hand  still  stroking  through  his  thick  curls.  a  sigh  signaled  the  release  of  his  disappointment  over  the  day’s  outcome.  ❛❛  i  know,  ❜❜  he  repeated  thoughtfully,  pausing  her  strokes  as  he  softly  pulled  her  hand  to  his  lips  and  placed  a  kiss  at  her  rosy  knuckles,  ❛❛  sorry  if  i’m  stubborn  about  it.  but  –  thank  you  for  putting  up  with  it...  sometimes  just  sitting  with  you  is  all  i  need  at  the  end  of  a  long  day.  ❜❜  an  energising  smile  broke  through  again  and  he  reciprocated  her  tease  with  his  own:  ❛❛  i’ll  put  a  fire  in  the  hearth  if  you  give  me  a  kiss.  ❜❜  with  that,  he  pursed  his  lips  comically,  politely  waiting  for  his  request  like  a  child  before  bedtime  –  how  could  she  resist ?

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PROMPTS  FROM  MY  VARIOUS  PINTEREST  MUSE  BOARDS.

“ if  you  can’t  dazzle  them  with  brilliance ,  baffle  them  with  bullshit ! ”

“ i’m  not  totally  useless.  i  can  be  mused  as  a  bad  example ! ”

“ you  were  dead.  yet ,  here  you  are. ”

“ don’t  tell  me  to  smile. ”

“ you  tricked  me ! ”

“ i  don’t  know  who  i  am. ”

“ no  one  is  free  when  others  are  oppressed. ”

“ the  best  revenge  is  living  at  all. ”

“ that  kid  is  never  coming  back. ”

“ the  only  me  is  me.  are  you  sure  the  only  you  is  you ? ”

“ is  freedom  therapeutic ? ”

“ it  was  you ,  wasn’t  it ? ”

“ didn’t  get  caught ! ”

“ please :  don’t  let  the  cops  in ,  or  the  cats out ! ”

“ abuse  of  power  comes  as  no  surprise. ”

“ leave  them  at  the  bottom  of  the  grave  they  dug  for  you. ”

“ police  are  just  horrid ,  so  there ! ”

“ i  killed  god ,  and  all  i  got  was  this  stupid  t - shirt ! ”

“ my  anger  is  mine. ”

“ what  if  your  impression  of  me  is  wrong ? ”

“ don’t  let  the  bastards  get  you  down ! ”

“ health  hints !  running  from  cops  exercises  the  leg  muscles. ”

“ i’m  filled  with  rage ,  but  i’m  empty  at  the  same  time. ”

“ i’m  going  to  hell  on  a  full  scholarship. ”

“ yes  it’s  dangerous.  that’s  why  it’s  fun ! ”

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Conversation pit, 1966

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      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 - in early 1969, after making several arrangements to “modernise” an old cabaret club, martin reid opens his new investment - the bandit club, or as others like to call it: the BC. the atmosphere of low ceilings and plenty of lounging space and private party rooms provide a breeding ground for socialite cliques and celebrity gossip. mirrors and disco balls turn the dance floor into an endless expanse of rhythmic light and movement. it becomes an ideal location for events and get togethers, and you know you’re someone special when you’re allowed behind closed and guarded doors.

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Better Homes and Gardens Guide to Entertaining, 1973.

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your comedy level is more important than your beauty

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what happens backstage stays backstage