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sophiadameron:

Maybe I should bring some romantic candles and a bottle of chocolate syrup the next time I come over.

Skip the romantic candles, but bring the chocolate syrup because you know I’m far from needing to be buttered up to appreciate a snack. Bear in mind, though, that once you go Jo, you ain’t messing with other hoes. Lock me down while you can because I’m a freakin’ catch. 

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sophiadameron:

Well, I’ve been told my vagina tastes amazing, so there’s that. I’m also wearing cherry lip gloss, if you’re looking to snack on my upstairs lips.

And why not both? You know I’ve always got a big appetite, Soph. 

[jomeeks-blog1]

And what if I want you as a snack?

If anyone here is having issues with the power outage, I’d just like you all to know that I have spare candles that are available for you all, as well as a plethora of water bottles if any of you, such as myself, are worried about what the hurricane has done to the tap water.

I’ve also mastered the perfect amount of peanut butter to put in a peanut butter sandwich, so if any of you are in need of a snack, I’ve got you.

[jomeeks-blog1]

All Jo had for sustenance was an old granola bar she found in the depths of her backpack from who-knows-how-long-ago. Munching on it absentmindedly, she had managed to avoid most everyone for the majority of their time down there, but what she failed to account for was the inevitability of Sophia finding her amongst everyone else. It was almost as if she was part blood-hound with how quickly she zeroed in on her, Jo sighing softly under her breath as she sat directly beside her.

She closed her sketchbook before she could take a look at what she had been drawing and turned her gaze towards her other half, unable to help the smallest hint of a smile that curled the ends of her lips once she saw her own -- something about Sophia, her energy, it was infectious. Even when all Jo wanted to do was close the door on everyone, keep them all in the dark from what was brewing inside, Sophia managed to find a way in. 

“Am I down?” she reiterated her words, giving a small ‘tsk’ in response while she reached for the baggie she was offering. “Baby girl, the last thing I want to be is sober right now.” She pulled out a joint and the pungent smell of the cannabis wafted around them, raising a brow as she said, “How is it that you know me so well?"

ftf | no party like a jophia party

Sophia frowned as she looked around at everyone in the basement, shaking her head slightly. There was no way that this space could be up to code. It worked in an emergency setting, maybe, but she was definitely going to contact her mother about the conditions. Surely there was something the state could do to improve the basement so it wasn’t so – seemingly unsafe even in a natural disaster. 

She had brought down spare blankets and put them up in a corner, along with a couple packs of bottles of water just in case anyone decided they needed a little something to help get them through the rough time they were experiencing. Once she had done a personal scan through the room and deducted that no one seemed to be seriously injured, she went off to find her best friend. Because if she was going to be stuck in a basement, she needed her girl with her.

Finally scooting her way past some neighbors, Sophia caught up next to Jo and linked arms with her, a bright smile on her face. “I brought goodies to pass the time. Who really wants to be stuck in here sober?” She pulled a bag out of her pocket, shaking the joints within slightly. “You down?”

@jomeeks

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( emergency || joyder. )

If Jo had to spent one more second trapped in the confines of her small apartment with a roommate who thought herself too good to talk to her, she was going to literally lose her fuckin’ mind -- in fact, she was almost entirely sure she was already there, teetering precariously on the edge of insanity. It took only five more agonizing minutes to force herself out of the apartment, and while her first thought was to make her way downstairs and towards Silas’ to pester him into entertaining her, she stopped that thought right in its tracks. 

Before Jo could think too much on why she hesitated, she turned and faced the first door she spotted and immediately began to knock. She couldn’t be bothered to remember whose it belonged to, the prevailing motive being to get someone -- anyone, at this point -- to get her mind off of the shit-show this entire week was proving to be. “It’s an emergency, it’s an emergency!” she added to her incessant knocking, hoping to hurry the person on the door, “Look, dude, if something happens to me, that’s gonna be on your conscience for, like, forever, so.”

@rvderlynn

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Whatever it takes.

(C.B) (4.10.18)

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( text ft. sweetpea. 🌻 )

CODY: I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW ABOUT SILAS' SEX LIFE THANK YOU VERY MUCH YA NASTY

CODY: And I am not pure. WOULD A PURE BOY HAVE BEEN SLEEPING IN A DUDE'S BED FOR THE PAST FEW NIGHTS? A hunky dude at that.

CODY: I mean we've only been cuddling, but he has muscles and he's tall and he's very comfy and nice to look at with candlelight.

JO: I'M JUST SAYIN THAT Y'ALL HAVE MORE IN COMMON THAN YOU THINK 🤷‍♀️

JO: oh, you're TOTALLY pure. if you weren't, you would've climbed him like a tree by now, and what have you done??? only cuddling????????

JO: send a pic, i don't believe he's as hunky as you say.

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( text ft. sweetpea. 🌻 )

CODY: Hey hey, I don't like pain.

CODY: In a BDSM scene, I'd totally be a top. Make someone beg for me, worship me, punish them if they're bad...

CODY: But I am definitely just watching.

JO: wow, you sound so much like your brother right there.

JO: silas, is that you? did you take cody's phone?

JO: GIVE IT BACK TO HIM, HE IS A PURE BOY

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( text ft. sweetpea. 🌻 )

CODY: I died in the sex dungeon and now, in my afterlife, there's a lot of BDSM going on.

CODY: Alive me would be having an anxiety attack. As a ghost, I appreciate people enjoying themselves.

JO: are you participating in said bdsm, or are you more of a watching-from-the-distance kind of kinky person?

JO: no judgement zone, baby boy.

[ A minute later... ]

JO: okay, maybe a little judging, but only because i think you'd get to embrace the bottom we both know you truly are.

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( text ft. sweetpea. 🌻 )

JO: are yOU ALIVE

JO: i haven't seen you in like, 84 years

JO: did you die in sue's sex dungeon? ///:

JO: i'm going to take your silence as confirmation. rip.

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silasmxavier:

When he noticed the headphones he sighed, chewing on his bottom lip. He didn’t want to call out to her again — didn’t want to cause a bigger scene than he probably already was with the trail of his phone flashlight. It was a small room, and with the sun setting it was already attracting eyes on his moving form. He didn’t want to bother her — she was clearly busy, distracting herself from the storm outside or the people inside, or both, for all he knew. 

He stood for a moment, quickly turning off the flashlight of his phone as he watched her sketch. But instead of the neutral expression she usually held, this time, it seemed she was frustrated. Determined to get something down on paper only to have that furrowed brow that showed that nothing was coming up right. The pile of paper balls next to her only further proved it, but for a moment as he looked at her, things felt a little bit okay. 

He pressed himself against the wall next to her, allowing his back to drag across the harsh cement walls until he was sitting on the floor. He was close, but not close enough to touch her. Not to upset her; not to accidentally send himself into a panic. It seemed like she hadn’t noticed he was there — hadn’t noticed his gentle leaning over her shoulder to see what she was drawing. 

With shaky hands he leaned back, picking up the first of the paper balls. Because while she clearly didn’t like her own work, he liked everything she did, and he wanted to save it. That, and it proved enough of a distraction to keep his thoughts at bay. So he unfolded the sketch paper carefully, smoothening it out on the knee of his jeans before setting it gently in his lap and starting on the next. If she wasn’t able to talk to him, the least he could do is preserve her work for her. 

From her peripheral vision, Jo saw a pair of hands reach for the balled-up pieces of paper she had carelessly tossed to her side, and she immediately turned to face whoever it was, pulling her headphones from her ear as she prepared herself to unleash the fiery temper she had tried so hard to keep a lid on since she started living there. However, before she could even get a word out, all irritability, all scornful words -- everything she had prepared to say and do -- vanished into thin air as she laid her eyes on Silas. 

When had he gotten there?

He had been smoothing down her sketches, and with furrowed brows, she wrapped one hand around his wrist, pulling it from his task. “It’s not worth it. They’re all shit. All of it.” She tried to smile, tried to summon that sarcastic tinge to soften her words, but it came out flat anyway, and the smile never quite reached her eyes. 

Her lips smoothed into a straight line, her gaze landing on his hand -- it almost seemed as if it was trembling under her touch. She pulled her hand away, but almost immediately yearned to place it back because for some reason, it had placated her in a way that sitting here and sketching hadn’t done. What the hell? She immediately hardened her expression and closed her sketchbook as she asked, “What, you’ve got nothin’ better to do down here other than come and bug me?”

chaos | silo

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The skies gray, the clouds gloomy and overhead, it was a rather accurate representation of what was brewing inside of Jo ever since she heard the beginnings of what was surely going to be thunder to prelude the hurricane. It had sent her into a spiral of which she couldn’t pull herself out of so easily, leaving her to move monotonously through the motions of preparing for going down to the basement for who-knows-how-long. 

It was as if her body acted without conscious thought to guide it, leaving quite a bit behind that would prove to be useful later. All Jo brought with her was her phone, her sketchbook and some pencils, her headphones, and her comfiest blanket to wrap around herself, which would potentially also double as a barrier between her and everyone else once she pulled it over her head at some point in the night. 

She was uncharacteristically quiet, that much she knew, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak when there was absolutely nothing she could think to say to anyone when she hardly even wanted to hear herself think. It was then that she turned to the only solution that could quiet her mind, if only for a moment -- turning her music as high as it could go without fully blowing out her eardrums, she blared Metallica while she sketched. The scene at the end of her pencil was as bleak as their surroundings, but when she couldn’t fathom proper words for what she was feeling or thinking, she allowed her art to speak for her. 

Only this time, she found she hated everything she drew, huffing under her breath as she ripped it angrily out of the notebook and crumbled it, leaving it in a growing pile beside her of balled-up pieces of paper filled with her shitty, shitty drawings. Jo was too busy trying to drown out the world around her that she hadn’t even noticed she had subjected Silas to the same fate as everyone else around her, unable to hear him over her music as he called for her attention. 

chaos | silo

His skin felt tight; a bubble of panic building in his chest. He didn’t do well with small, cramped spaces — not to mention that he didn’t personally know half of these people. They were passerbys at the most; strangers that he talked to once or twice online or in the elevator when he was visiting a friend. And now to be cramped into a small, damp basement while the world turned to chaos outside — well, it took everything he had not to let the chaos in his own head out. That wouldn’t help anyone. If anything, it’d make things a hell of a lot worse. 

The claustrophobia was settling in with his anxiety — something that, prior to this, hadn’t been that big of a deal. A little bit of hyperventilating during an intense traffic session; a fidget of the fingers during a fury-raising conversation where he was in the wrong. But now — now that he felt trapped, well, it wasn’t going in his favor. 

He used the light of his phone to find her — Jo, that is. Because if there was anyone in this damn room that could help keep him calm, it was her. She knew him inside and out — both literally and figuratively — she would be able to calm him down, right? She’d be able to silence the chaos in his head. 

At least, he hoped. 

“Jo?” He whispered out, his voice shaking.

@jomeeks

[jomeeks-blog1]

Okay, hey, exaggerate much? I’m pretty sure I played that song, at most, twice, and that’s only because my songs tend to repeat themselves while I’m showering at Silas’ place. Any more than that and I’m 100% certain that it was someone going through a breakup so bad, he, she, or they could only find solace in the unfortunately very addictive music of one Miss T-Swift, and are you really going to call them out for it in their time of need?

How about you fight fire with fire and play your own song as high as it can go to drown it out? Might I suggest Gangnam Style by Psy? Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen? Or if you really want to rub it in, All-Star by Smash Mouth is a classic. 

There’s a radio on my floor that hasn’t stopped playing one particular Taylor Swift song all afternoon, and I’ve gone through the five stages of grief just listening to it… I’m at acceptance now. I’ve not only accepted the song into my brain, but I think I’m well on the road to accepting TSwift as my lord and savior.

Unless someone would like to help me out with another earworm?

[jomeeks-blog1]

Sweetheart, what did we say about smoking illegal substances? Remember: if you decide to do them, you call me up to do them with you because it’s the responsible thing to do. Good friends don’t let friends smoke alone because then who would have all of the hilarious footage of the other tripping balls for us to fondly reminisce about at a later date?

So, shout out to rainbows for being so extra but like – being modest about it, you know? Because they’re like bam in your face with colors and beauty. But they also only show us half of them unless you’re on a plane or whatever. On the horizon you don’t see the full circle they make. So they’re amazing and heavenly but they don’t want to be too in your face about it, you know?

And they’re also nature’s gay kiss, so that’s awesome too.

It’s a beautiful day outside, I need someone to enjoy the last of this sunshine with.

[jomeeks-blog1]

You had me at extra money. I may not have any experience with hammers or any intensive sort of manual labor, but I figure it’ll be a learning process we both benefit from. I’ll even watch a handful of YouTube videos, so it’ll be like I basically entirely know what I’m doing. You can trust me -- kind of. I promise not to do a totally crappy job. I do ask that I be paid upfront, though, because I’ve made the mistake of doing my part before payment, and let me tell you, that was a lesson well learned. 

So…who wants to earn some extra money by stopping by the boutique and helping me board up the windows? Just in case this hurricane actually does some damage. I could try to do it myself, but let’s be real here. I’ve never actually had to board anything up and have absolutely zero idea of what the hell I’m doing. Lunch and refreshments will obviously be provided.

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Dude, if anything, you’ve got to get yourself out of here. If things turn messy, I doubt you’d want the last place you ever were to be this depressing apartment building -- even worse if you end up having a restless ghost who haunts these halls, and then you’re stuck here literally forever. Think about Afterlife AJ. Is this what he’d really want?

Hey, anyone know if this thing’s going to hit Central Falls? Mama Alma’s still up there and if it is I gotta get her out of there.

[jomeeks-blog1]

I’ll promise to wash up before we’re forced in what I’m almost entirely sure is secretly Sue’s basement-turned-sex dungeon, but I want to personally thank you for the vivid imagery of everything brutally coming crashing down on us. That’s just the exact amount of pessimism I like to hear with my morning cup of coffee. 

In all seriousness, I’m sure everything will be fine -- take the things you can’t leave home without to keep you comfy and cozy while we’re stuck for who knows how long. I’m personally going to bring whatever bags of candy are left at the Dollar Store for sustenance, so if I see you mid-freak out while we’re down there, you can have as many of my off-brand mini Crunch bars as you want, okay?

Storms really freak me out — I’ve been feeling sick since I watched the weather report. Apartments are like, the worst kind of place to be. If something crashes on top of us we are going to trapped, for like, ever. One time when I was little my cat escaped during a storm through the tinier door in our front door, and we found him squashed under a tree that had fallen. I don’t want to be like that cat. Especially in a basement full of people that are kind of smelly.