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INDIE SONG STARTERS PT.2

                    Songs that Feel Just Different Enough

I Was All Over Her by Salvia Palth

“Don’t know what I wanted.”

“I have a memory.”

“I was all over her/him/them/etc.”

“We didn’t make out.”

“I just remember.”

“I was lonely.”

“Every stranger makes me feel safer.”

“And every person seems more beautiful.

Nausea by Craft Spells

“Is it so strange to walk back home?”

“I wouldn’t listen, for what it’s worth.”

“It’s made me dizzy.”

“You’ve kept yourself away from everyone you used to know.”

“Is it so strange to be alone?”

Nothing Lasts by Bedroom

“I pray to god to stop these thoughts.”

“I know that I’m better.”

“I’m writing a letter to my past self.”

“Nothing lasts.”

“It’s for the best.”

“I won’t stay here.”

“I am so thankful.”

We’re Not Just Friends by Parks, Squares, and Alleys

“I’ve got a friend.”

“There ain’t nobody we can’t live without.”

“But there’s no reason to say it out loud.”

“The moon is there for you tonight.”

“You should forget it for a while.”

“We’re not just friends.”

“I’ve got enough.”

“It leads to nothing.”

“You won’t give it a chance.”

Peach Pit by PEACH PIT

“Oh where’d the hours go?”

“Not much is hidden underneath.”

“It’s been a long season through.”

“Looking back at sweetness dim.”

“The cool air is gone again.”

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( ░ ❛ dear evan hansen → the sentence meme

*feel free to change any of the pronouns/names from the quotes to fit your muses. warning a couple of quotes are nsfw

❝ Can we try to have an optimistic outlook, huh? ❞

❝ Can we buck up just enough to see the world won’t fall apart? ❞

❝ Another stumble as I’m reaching for the right thing to say ❞

❝ Anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this? ❞

❝ I don’t know if you can tell but this is me just pretending to know ❞

❝ Another masterful attempt ends with disaster ❞

❝ On the outside, always looking in ❞

❝ We start with stars in our eyes. We start believing that we belong ❞

❝ And no one tells you where you went wrong ❞

❝ When you’re falling in a forest and there’s nobody around do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? ❞

❝ We pick a spot and shoot the breeze like buddies do, quoting songs by our favorite bands, telling jokes no one understands. Except us two ❞

❝ Feels like we could go on for forever this way. Two friends on a perfect day ❞

❝ We walk a while and talk about the things we’ll do when we get out of school. Bike the Appalachian trail or write a book or learn to sail? ❞

❝ There’s nothing that we can’t discuss like girls we wish would notice us but never do ❞

❝ There’s nowhere else I’d rather be ❞

❝ We’ve been way too out of touch. Things have been crazy and it sucks that we don’t talk that much ❞

❝ But I should tell you that I think of you each night I rub my nipples and start moaning with delight ❞

❝ I’ve gotta tell you, life without you has been hard ❞

❝ Kinky! ❞

❝ And I miss talking about life and other stuff ❞

❝ I love my parents but each day’s another fight ❞

❝ I’ll take your advice. I’ll try to be more nice, I’ll turn it around. Wait and see ❞

❝ ‘Cause all that it takes is a little reinvention ❞

❝ I’m sending pictures of the most amazing trees ❞

❝ Dude, I’m proud of you just keep pushing through ❞

❝ Our friendship goes beyond your average kind of bond ❞

❝ I could curl up and hide in my room. There in my bed, still sobbing tomorrow, I could give in to all of the gloom ❞

❝ Why should I have a heavy heart? ❞

❝ Why should I start to break in pieces? ❞

❝ Why should I go and fall apart for you? ❞

❝ I gave you the world, you threw it away ❞

❝ ‘Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep ❞

❝ After all you put me through, don’t say it wasn’t true that you were not the monster that I knew ❞

❝ There’s nothing like your smile, sort of subtle and perfect and real ❞

❝ You never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel ❞

❝ But we’re a million worlds apart and I don’t know how I would even start ❞

❝ And he wondered how you learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn’t there ❞

❝ Guys like you and me we’re just the losers who keep waiting to be seen, right? ❞

❝ No one deserves to be forgotten ❞

❝ If you never get around to doing some remarkable thing that doesn’t mean that you’re not worth remembering ❞

❝ No one should flicker out or have any doubt that it matters that they are here ❞

❝ Have you ever felt like nobody was there? Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? Have you ever felt like you could disappear? ❞

❝ ‘Cause when you don’t feel strong enough to stand you can reach out your hand and someone will coming running ❞

❝ There’s a place where we don’t have to feel unknown ❞

❝ I don’t need you to sell me on reasons to want you. I don’t need you to search for the proof that I should ❞

❝ I don’t need more reminders of all that’s been broken. I don’t need you to fix what I’d rather forget ❞

❝ What if it’s you and what if it’s me and what if that’s all that we need it to be and the rest of the world falls away? ❞

❝ But if you really see me if you like me for me and nothing else. Well, that’s all that I’ve wanted for longer that you could possibly know ❞

❝ So you found a place where the grass is greener and you jumped the fence to the other side. Is it good? ❞

❝ Well I hope you’re proud of your big decision. Yeah, I hope it’s all that you want and more ❞

❝ Well I’m sorry you had it rough and I’m sorry I’m not enough. Thank God they rescued you ❞

❝ Does it cross your mind to be slightly sorry? Do you even care that you might be wrong? ❞

❝ Well I hope you had a blast while you dragged me along ❞

❝ And you say what you need to say. And you play who you need to play. And if somebody’s in your way, crush them and leave them behind ❞

❝ All I need is some time to think but the boat is about to sink ❞

❝ So I just stand here sorry, searching for something to say ❞

❝ That’s not a worthy explanation. I know there is none. Nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done ❞

❝ ‘Cause what if everyone saw? What if everyone knew? Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too? ❞

❝ The house felt so big, and I felt so small ❞

❝ And I knew there would be moments that I’d miss. And I knew there would be space I couldn’t fill. And I knew I’d come up short a billion different ways ❞

❝ Dear Evan Hansen,​ today is going to be a good day. And here’s why: because today, today at least you’re you and—that’s enough.​ ❞

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I just feel like this post needs to be made, and who knows, maybe it’s been made already, but please remember one very simple thing when you’re writing:

WRITING ABOUT DARK SUBJECTS, LIKE RAPE, RACISM, PEDOPHILIA, ABUSE, SUICIDE, AND ANYTHING ELSE FOR THAT MATTER, DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU SUPPORT OR ENDORSE THESE THINGS.

I am so sick of people throwing around words like nazi, racist, pedophile, rapist, etc. literally just because someone chooses to write about dark subjects. Here’s a newsflash, this stuff happens every single day in the real world, and being on tumblr doesn’t suddenly mean you get to pretend it doesn’t exist, and accuse people of things that could quite literally ruin their lives, or at the very least their writing experience, just because you’re too sensitive to accept that bad shit happens in the world.

Oh, and another thing, it is not illegal to write about things like pedophilia, rape, racism, child abuse, etc. People who say that it is, are either horribly uninformed, or lying through their teeth. Just to put it into perspective, Goodreads has entire lists dedicated to books alone that depict things like child abuse, pedophilia, rape, racism, etc. If it’s illegal to write these things, then why and how are there so many books about it? STOP USING SCARE TACTICS TO FORCE PEOPLE INTO WRITING ONLY WHAT YOU’RE COMFORTABLE WITH.

Here, by the way, are a few of those lists I just mentioned:

Popular Child Abuse Books Popular Racism Books Popular Rape Books An Entire Genre for Books on Mental Illness Popular Pedophilia Books

Now, mind you, these are all just books that mention or strongly depict these subjects. It’s not like every book in each category is praising the subject matter, so don’t go boycotting all these authors and writers assuming they’re rapists, pedophiles, racists, etc. like so many people seem to be keen on doing here on tumblr.

I’ll say it one more time for the people in the back:

WRITING ABOUT A SUBJECT, NO MATTER HOW DARK, DOES NOT MEAN YOU SUPPORT IT, PARTAKE IN IT, OR ENDORSE IT.

If you don’t like what someone is writing, block them, unfollow, hell even report them if you’re that convinced they’re some sort of nazi monster rapist or whatever, but enough with the bullshit, catty callout posts that are literally just screenshots of nothing, with you twisting something like a person writing a character who’s a rapist, child abuser, or even a victim of such, into them being this horrible person. If you don’t have any real, tangible proof that someone is something, and all that you have is you’re a little piss baby who can’t look after yourself on the internet, then don’t accuse someone of something.

once again:

WRITING ABOUT A SUBJECT, NO MATTER HOW DARK, DOES NOT MEAN YOU SUPPORT IT, PARTAKE IN IT, OR ENDORSE IT, AND FALSELY ACCUSING SOMEONE OF SUCH WITHOUT ANY REAL PROOF OTHER THAN YOU DON’T LIKE THE SUBJECT MATTER, IS BULLSHIT.

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INDIE SONG STARTERS PT.1

                     Songs that Feel Just Different Enough

All Alone by Acid Ghost

“We got lost in the summer heat.”

“Used to drink cold beer and smoke good weed.”

“Let’s stargaze in the backseat tonight.”

“And I’ll be alone by myself tonight.”

“We used to spend our days in the sand.”

“Now you and I are hard to understand.”

“I used to think you’re all I need.”

So sad, So sad by VARSITY

“I could never make you stay.”

“I could never walk away.”

“I rely upon cliché.”

“Help me explain why I will never be the same.”

“I’ll never walk away.”

“It’s such a shame.”

“Even wind knocks me around.”

“It’s not that I don’t try.”

“It’s just that I’m better on the ground.”

“What if I gave my ambition for a brain?”

“Only a fool would approve that trade.”

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex

“It was a perverted thing to say.”

“But I said it anyway.”

“Made you smile and look away.”

“Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby.”

“As long as you’re with me, you’ll be just fine.”

“Nothing’s gonna take you from my side.”

Survivor’s Guilt by Elvis Depressedly

“Expectations weigh on me.”

“And I don’t care and I don’t know why.”

“Maybe I’m no good inside.”

“All this wasted time.”

“All these thoughts just won’t be still.”

“I bless my habit, pray to pills.”

“I can’t be part of your life.”

“I know I’m not brave enough.”

“I know I’ll never be brave enough.”

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@aeternampenumbra!

      “God, get a room...” The complaint was muttered under Sydney’s breath, although it was definitely loud enough for the man beside her (they were sitting on one of those long, extended booths some restaurants had now) to hear. Glancing at him, a shade of embarrassment quickly flushed her cheeks, and she offered an apologetic smile.

       “Sorry, that probably seemed really nasty, but I just...I don’t know, like, I don’t mind couples kissing and stuff in public, but I’m pretty sure at this point she can taste his tonsils.” The second part of her statement was spoken in a quiet whisper, Syd leaning forward so he could hear her.

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killthelie:

        Paul was, like most weekends, sitting in his in-home office.; he really never stopped working. The room at least was not a bore to look at, being meticulously designed with his own specific tastes in mind; dark wood and lots of gold trim. Naturally in the centre was the massive desk on which Paul currently twiddled his thumbs, pondering the day’s previous events, what exactly should be done with the allotted amount of free time the job gives him each week. He could of course evade his bodyguards, which while fun, was after all an exercise in futility and frankly, life was a reminder of that on its own.—Now, there was also the insane notion that Paul could also just relax like a regular person.

         Contemplating his next drink, Paul heard the unmistakable sound of his cellphone ringing in the next room.  At first he simply looked at the phone as if to confirm it was ringing before bolting from his office chair and towards the room that was only separated by a set of open French doors. Inside he grabbed the device and quickly read the screen finding out that the incoming number was unknown before it hung up.

        “Well alright, must not be that important then.” He said sarcastically, eyes practically falling out of his head with how hard he rolled them. In truth political ass-hats were constantly finding this cell number and never going through with even uttering their threats or bullshit. However, as he was just about to leave his relaxation area, he heard the phone ring again. This time they didn’t hang up and he caught it. Shock took over his features as Paul realised that the move he made had actually panned out; never had he imagined that the girl he had made a pass at after some shitty diner food would ever actually fucking call him.

                                                Fuck me.

        “Yeah I remember you. How could I ever forget a person that made an experience so enjoyable when everything else just—wasn’t. I’m surprised you called me, if I’m being honest. Uh—how are you?“

        He asked the question with the utmost sincerity, but he still managed to fumble like a high schooler with an important dance coming up. That concept made him furrow his brows and shake his head.

        ”well, um…I’d like to invite you over to my house for dinner, and maybe a movie, if that’s not too forward.—I’ll cook, you bring the movie. I’m a pretty good cook; not much else to do I’m afraid.“

          Hearing Paul’s voice on the other end of the phone was enough to make Sydney’s heart jump, her free hand quickly flying up to twiddle with the collar of her blouse to try and keep herself steady. Clearing her throat, face gradually getting more and more flushed with each moment. She wasn’t sure if she was excited or terrified. Or both, maybe.

          “Oh, um—I’m g–” A loud screech echoed through the phone, Sydney jumping and hissing a swear under her breath. Turning on her heel, she fixed the squawking cockatoo with a dirty glare. “Bean, shush!” She whisper-screamed, covering the receiver of her cell, trying to muffle what Sydney could only assume sounded like the crazy ravings of a psycho. Quickly, once her bird decided he wasn’t going to interrupt again, she put the phone back to her ear.

          “Sorry about that, that was uh...my bird. I’m good though, y’know, still serving cruddy food.” A soft chuckle slipped past her lips, fingers brushing stray strands of red hair from her face. At least she wasn’t the only person surprised by her actually calling him. For a politician, he certainly was sweeter than Sydney would expect.

          Heat swiftly rushed to the surface of her cheeks, and Sydney nearly let the phone slip from her clammy palms, fumbling to keep it up near her ear. He wanted her to come over for dinner? And a movie? At his house? Her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, voice quiet as she answered. “That, um...T-That sounds nice. Just so you know, I’m lactose intolerant, so no dairy, b-but if that’s a problem I have some pills I can take? What kind of movies do you like?” Calm down, she lectured internally, taking a deep breath before talking again.

          “And just, y’know, because I’m curious...what are you going to be wearing?” Oh god. “—That sounded bad. Like, really bad, heh, um...What i’m asking is, should I go formal, semi-formal, pajama party couture, or are you secretly a nudist because if so, hey, you do a great job at hiding it, but I’ll have to politely decline if that’s the case.”

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devilslcg:

“Well, I don’t have time right now, but maybe I could teach you a few things? Never hurts to learn a thing or two, y’know? That’s if you want to.” It was always a shame when someone told him they couldn’t cook. He was of the firm belief that anyone could learn to cook if their heart was into it, even if they only ever learned to cook one dish.

The offer was made and he was eager to hear her answer, but he agreed that it was best she see the rest of the restaurant sooner rather than later. It wasn’t so large that she would have a lot to take in, but neither was it small and cramped.

“There isn’t much to the place. This is about it for the dining room. We’ve got fifteen tables, but it’s really rare for them to all get filled up at once. We do reservations if someone calls, but that doesn’t happen often either. That table there,” he paused to motion to a table closest to the windows, “we save for one of our regulars. He’s kind of old and hasn’t sat anywhere since he started coming here three years ago. Did you wanna see the kitchen?”

         “Sure! I gotta warn you though, I’ll probably talk your ear off the whole time.” She hated long silences, so it was either talking about random things, or blaring music to keep her distracted. Living alone meant cooking wasn’t that big of a necessity, she could live off microwave meals and take out after all. Knowing how to make a decent meal or two didn’t sound so bad though.

        “Oh okay, sounds good. The last place I worked at was huge and never had enough wait staff, so you won’t hear me complaining about having a smaller dining room.” She huffed a laugh, giving Sanji a nod at his question. She wouldn’t see the kitchen too much, save for picking up and dropping off orders, but it was good to know where everything was. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

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STARTER CALL!

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@killthelie​

          Sydney never would have described herself as a nervous person. She was fairly confident, she liked to think, and never really had any problems talking to people about tense subjects. She was brave, through and through! —And yet she couldn’t bring herself to call this guy. She couldn’t even dial the number, choosing instead to stare down at the bill and her cell, lips kneading each other and brows furrowed. Honestly, what was she so afraid of? Worst case scenario it was a fake number, she would be mildly disappointed, and she would move on with her life. She still hesitated though, beginning to pace around her apartment.

          Letting out a hard sigh, Sydney shook her head. “Come on Syd, just call him and get it over with!” She reprimanded herself, groaning as her thumb continued to hover over the dial pad of her screen. “Just—call him! Call him, call him, call. Him.” The chant was just enough encouragement, her thumb hastily punching in the phone number on the bill. It started to ring, and...she hung up.

          “Fuck. Okay, okay, just try again. Stop being stupid.” Taking a few deep breaths, she tried again, and this time managed to not hit the ‘END CALL’ button. The ringing on the other end was almost enough to cause an aneurysm, she was certain of it, but eventually came the click of someone answering. Clearing her throat, Sydney spoke quickly and somewhat quietly.

          “Hi, um...is this uh..” What the hell was she supposed to call him?! Congressman? Paul? They barely knew each other! “—Congressman Kellerman? It’s Sydney, from the diner...?”

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             “I don’t know Shannon, he seemed nice enough.” Syd wasn’t even sure if her friend had heard her, the woman too busy ranting about how her neighbour was being too loud again. Sydney loved Shannon, but complaining about someone being loud was a little hypocritical on her part, if she was being honest.

            “Who seemed nice enough?” Shannon answered, causing Sydney to flinch away from her phone before putting it back against her ear to answer. She had even been listening, but who else was Sydney going to talk to about a Congressman giving her his phone number? Letting out a sigh of frustration, which Shannon seemed to ignore, she continued.

            “Paul Kellerman; y’know, the Congressman who gave me a big tip and his number?” That was enough to remind Shannon of their conversation apparently, because she immediately let out a long ‘ohh’, before scoffing.

            “He’s a politician Syd, no such thing as an actually nice politician.” Sydney rolled her eyes. “Okay, yeah, but what kind of politician gives out his personal number to a stranger?”             “He’s gotta be crazy.” Sydney scowled, brow cocked.

            “Why does he have to be crazy to want to give me his number?” Once again Shannon scoffed, and Sydney could practically hear her rolling her eyes.             “Hun don’t be dumb, you know that’s not what I meant.”             “What did you mean then?” Sydney pushed, leaning back in her old recliner, free hand moving to pick at her bowl of popcorn; it was stale.

            “I mean, the only reason a Congressman would want to give a waitress who he doesn’t even know his phone number, is either because he’s crazy, or he’s lookin’ for an easy fuck.” Before Sydney could argue, Shannon continued.             “It doesn’t matter if he’s married or not, he’s a Congressman, you’re a waitress. He’s just going to take advantage of you hun, and I don’t want to see that happen.”

            Shannon meant well, Sydney knew that, so it was hard to get upset with her friend. In general, Sydney found it difficult to get upset with people, but Shannon especially. Letting out a long, exasperated sigh, there was an extended moment of silence before Shannon spoke up again, a hint of mischief in her voice.

            “Is he cute?” Sydney couldn’t help but grin, her free hand moving to clasp over her eyes as she let out a laugh.             “So that’s a yes.”             “He’s not bad.” Another scoff from the other side of the phone.             “Please, you haven’t laughed like that about a boy since high school.”             “He’s not a boy, he’s...”             “A man?” Shannon’s voice was nothing short of teasing, making Sydney laugh yet again with a roll of her eyes.             “Yes, a man, and with that I think I’m done with you tonight.”

            Shannon laughed, loud and full of life like always. The sound was enough to make Sydney join in, giggling and snorting for what felt like a good five minutes. Eventually the two calmed down, and Shannon spoke up.

            “Do whatever you want hun, just...take care of yourself, okay? You know I worry.”             “I know, and I will.”             “Good.—And I want to meet him if this goes anywhere.” Sydney rolled her eyes, smiling.             “Of course.”             “And take a picture of him naked, I’m curious.”             “Shannon!” Her friend cackled, and Sydney could feel her face turning red, although a grin remained plastered in place.             “Alright hun, I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”             “Love you too.”

            The call was over, and Sydney was left alone in her small apartment, save for Bean who was asleep in his cage. Shannon had a point, if Sydney was being honest, but...reaching over the side of her chair, she rifled through her purse on the floor and pulled out the bill, the Congressman’s number still there on the one side.

                        —It couldn’t really hurt, could it?

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killthelie:

        As she rambled on, Paul’s mouth slightly fell agape and he began to look befuddled. Was she hitting on him…? That’s preposterous though, she rambled like a lunatic about the seeming legality about destroying or defacing legal tender and seemed slightly off her medication. Kellerman, to his surprise, actually found it kind of laughably charming, and so he laughed; not harshly or full bellied but he laughed, taking the bill from her and lightly tugging out of her grip.

                “Would that be better? If I had given you my number I mean. Listen miss I—“

         Their now ending exchange was cut off by the sound of slightly squealed tires as a dark black Limo decorated with American flag ornaments came around the corner from behind him and began to slow to a halt beside him. He audibly sighed as the back door opened and four very large and definitely imposing men got out, dressed similarly to the man she was talking to. With the notable exceptions of ear communication pieces and very visible handguns on their hips, totally normal.

                                “—missed my train. One of you goons have a pen?”

        HIs bodyguards began patting themselves down all over, starting from breast pockets to pants pockets, even checking inside their suit jackets; it was honestly rather comical. This process went on for about thirty seconds longer than anyone would have ever felt necessary, before the driver got out and walked over to Paul. He dressed just the same as the others but was infinitely more useful as this one had a pen. Paul smiled and looked surprised, mouthing a very sarcastic wow as he took the pen and leaned over onto the roof of the limo, writing his number down on the back of the bill. He turned his attention back to the young woman in front of him and extended the bill back, putting it into her hand and continuing by closing her fist and tapping on her fingers.

                “Congressman Kellerman, I’m sorry to interrupt but now that we have you we need to get you back to the office; there has been developments.“ The guard sounded very serious, and he was. Their boss was needed at his desk even if he hated it.

                “Always work I’m afraid, the mountain just never ends. For some it’s plates and seats and others it’s paper and speeches; The American Dream. You have yourself a good day Syd.”

        With a final pat of her hand he was literally taken and ushered into the Limo by his men and the limousine left nearly as fast as it had arrived, leaving her standing there…still holding the bill.

                                “I—Well I mean not—”

        Before she could even attempt to respond to what Sydney was fairly certain was the man’s casual attempt at flirting with her, she was suddenly thrust into what could only be described as a scene out of a movie. The genre of said movie was unknown to her for the moment, but she was leaning towards a mystery. Mouth left hanging open, Syd fluttered her light brown eyes, gawking at the security detail.

                                No way.

        The sarcastic nature in which the man responded to the “goons” frantically searching for a pen normally would have made Sydney laugh, always one for snarky humour and sarcastic wit. She was a little preoccupied though, eyes moving from the guards to the driver in a suit, to the shiny limousine, to the american flags that hung on poles at the front and back of the vehicle.

                                        No fucking way.

        She barely noticed as he placed the bill back in her hand, eyes blinking and drifting down to stare at her closed fist. Congressman. That word echoed through her head like a tennis ball in a small room, knocking around inside her skull again and again. He was a Congressman. As he started talking to her again, she looked up at him, lips still parted, expression nothing short of bewildered and confused. She didn’t answer him, just watched as he and the security detail climbed into the limousine and drove away. Her attention moved slowly back down to her hand, which opened to reveal the bill with, just as she thought, the man’s number written on it.

                                                        “—What the fuck?”

                                                  THREAD END.

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devilslcg:

“Well, I hope we can make you feel at home here. There aren’t many of us here; just the old man, me and two other cooks. They only come in when they feel like it, which is never.” Some would say that the place wasn’t run professionally or efficiently, but the notion didn’t seem to bother him. Sanji still smiled despite sounding bitter about the other chefs, and it was all because of the woman standing before him.

He did become a mite bashful, however. “Since I was a kid. I’ve loved cooking for as long as I can remember, but no one else in my family did. Didn’t get to really immerse myself in it until I moved here, so I’ve only been working here for about five years.”

        “Seriously? That’s really awesome, good for you! I can’t cook, well, unless you consider making nothing but crockpot recipes cooking. Or cereal.” Sydney let out a quiet, awkward laugh. Her hand rubbed at the back of her neck and a smile was offered Sanji’s way. He seemed nice, which was a nice change from her previous coworkers.

        “So, do you want to show me around real quick before you guys open for lunch? I can figure things out for myself, I just want to familiarise myself with everything so I don’t slow down everything else.”

[grewintohappy-blog]

diiscordare:

                                     It was always a risk being in one’s true form in the mortal realm, at great threat of being viciously hunted by slayers or causing world-wide panic that took far more work fixing. She was always careful, but she dreads her human form so; stifling, suffocating, and somewhat degrading to golden pride. To think crimson wings must remain hidden as to not startle humans who once lived alongside magic was saddening. 

                     Smoke rolls off sunset scales as if aflame, maw slowly turning to the attention of foreign voice. The ancient rumbles something deep in unknown tongue aside to herself—something akin to a curse, perhaps. It has been some time since she had last let her true form grace this world; it should be expected that, the one time she does, someone would happen upon it.  

                             “Taking a leisurely stroll.” Adrastia speaks with a hint of sarcasm, gazing downwards at the girl, unmoving. She was quite smaller, currently—the work of manipulative magics, considering she would normally clear an entire forest and anything in it if she were to live up to her true stature… “Amusing, how that is the first thing you would think to ask me.”

        Great, so the dragon was not only, well, a dragon, but it was sarcastic too. Awesome. Swallowing down the bile that threatened to shoot up her throat from the shear stress that was coiling around herself, Sydney tucked some stray hair behind her ear, as if the dragon really cared about how she looked.

          “Well, uh...I didn’t really know what else to say.” She still didn’t know what to say. How did one go about holding a conversation with a mythical being, let alone something as scary and admittedly spectacular as a dragon? They didn’t teach you stuff like that in school. Maybe she could take a look at the local library, hope some eccentric author had already written up a guide on associating with dragons without getting set ablaze.

                                         She doubted it.

        “So, um....are you from around here, or are you on vacation, or...?” Again with the small talk. It was either make conversation, or possibly pass out from fear.

[grewintohappy-blog]

killthelie:

           Pretty expensive for a diner, but truthfully it was a bit difficult to figure out which places were real, true, fine American dining establishments cultivated on tried and true comfort foods, and which were, to be frank, tourist food. This place had sadly been the latter and that unfortunately was not at all what he wanted right then. Thankfully though the server saved his dining experience. Even if his meat loaf came in a woven basket of potato strings topped with some thin liquid that was definitely not gravy; it was at least entertaining to watch her laugh and smile at his extraordinarily visible distaste of every item she brought him. It helped him to really enjoy this moment of getting away from his body guards and the office; Sometimes it could remind him just how great this city could potentially be...food not withstanding.

          A quick check of his watch told him that his men would be there soon, and if he wanted to keep up this game of cat and mouse he was playing with them he would have to get on the move. It was great practice for his team, having to constantly find him with little to no clues. Even if they were particularly vocal about their hated, in the end it didn’t matter all that much because Paul, well…he loved to one up them constantly; call it a hobby. Certainly didn’t help that it served to keep his own skill set sharp. As well, his paranoia reminded him constantly even if everything is seemingly said and done, there is no concrete way to be certain that The Company and its expansive network could have been destroyed. In all likelihood it’s already just changed names and started again.

          Turning abruptly he began to hurry down the sidewalk, taking long, fluid strides, his mind drifting from thoughts of conspiracy to thoughts of work as he hurried down the street to the subway station; It was so damn easy to lose people in there. As he neared the stairs he felt a slight tug on his elbow. Very slowly he turned around to be greeted to what could only be described as perhaps the most confused looking and foolhardy waitress he had ever met. It caused a smile to form across his face. He listened to her and nodded, not saying anything at first, just simply allowing her to catch her breath. He hadn’t been aware of how fast his pace was. Although not necessary, Kellerman decided to double check her name tag, and sure enough it was the girl who had taken care of him at the “Diner”.

          “In your nose out your mouth…there you go. Now to correct your assumption: no, that wasn’t an accident, but I would like to say if it had been that would make you at least one of the top 3 honest servers in the country. So there you go, you’ve earned it. Have a nice day now Syd, I don’t mean to be overly dismissive I just don’t want to miss my train.“

            What was this guy playing at? Even he was made of money there was no real reason for him to give such a tip. He didn’t even like the food! Shaking her head, Sydney was quick to grab hold of his wrist, stopping him from going anywhere. She normally wasn’t so forward with people, but she was stubborn, and her stubbornness was screaming at her to give back the tip.

            “That’s fine! That’s totally fine, so take back your money and then you can go get on your train.” The bill was once again held out for the man to take, amber eyes focused intently on his face. It probably seemed bizarre, a waitress denying a large tip when tips were what made up the majority of her paycheck. It didn’t matter to her though, she didn’t care if it meant one less order of take out or not being able to get that dumb shirt she was sort of thinking of buying; he was taking the money back, whether he wanted to or not.

             “Seriously, just take it, please. It’s weird for someone to tip this much, y’know? Unless you’re like—hitting on me? But if this is how you hit on girls then that’s even weirder, you didn’t write your name on the bill or anything. I mean that’s good I guess because I wouldn’t be able to spend it, so it’d be kind of a huge waste, but—” She was getting off track. Shaking her head, she held out the twenty-dollar bill more firmly, scowling slightly.

                                                “Just take it back.”

[grewintohappy-blog]

@killthelie​!

         “Hey! Hey, wait a second!” Syd panted softly as she hurried down the sidewalk, squeezing past people as she went and still wearing her work uniform. Clutched tightly in her hand was a twenty dollar bill, along with what looked like a receipt. Her eyes were focused on a man in a dark blue suit with a red tie, who had just been eating at the diner where she worked no more than three minutes ago. Everything had gone fine, there weren’t any complaints and she made sure to be attentive the entire time he was there.

        So why was she chasing him? Because no one, and she meant no one, left a twenty dollar tip on a twenty-five dollar lunch. It had to be a mistake, or the obviously well off guy trying to be nice or throw his money around, but either way, Sydney couldn’t let it slide.

        As she caught up, hand reaching out to lightly tug on the man’s arm, she let out a quick exhale. Running really wasn’t her thing. “Hey, you—you left this, on accident I’m pretty sure.” She held out the bill, swallowing to catch her breath.