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Topanga is hot tonight, the city by the bay Has movie stars and liquor stores and soft decay The rumbling from distant shores sends me to sleep But the facts of life, can sometimes make it hard to dream
Topanga is hot today Manson’s in the air And all my friends have gone ‘Cause they still feel him here I want to leave I’ll probably stay another year It’s hard to leave when absolutely nothing’s clear
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Where there was will there was a way, or so the saying went. A saying that held little or no regard with Nico other than a morally igniting enthusiasm and today it had no more and no less meaning other than that little nudge to go forward— it was that little nudge in the form of a text.
“It’s funny, you know? I got a little lost between the moon’s waxing phase, but with the Sun in Leo and your text...it’s like this profound...recall.” She started, getting a glance at the familiar face that had only left her with a vibrant yellow in her memories, makeup and positive control all around and every so often at his resurface, “Grandiose and generous—” Stepping forward as an entry and with a greeting of a past contributor and friend passing an energy on, nothing more, nothing less. “Welcome back.”
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deanandrews:
“What? Where are we going?” He let the tiny woman have control of his fingers as her digits wrapped around his own and took him by the hand to lead him out of his seat and away from the bar. Upon standing, his long and folded legs no longer in the way allowed the brunette to move more freely. Dean was a bit distracted in taking another look around the bar that she had pointed out to him before— wondering what he had missed. Even though he felt, or hoped, that she was on the verge of showing him the curiosity was impossible to avoid.
“I’ll go with Option B,” Dean answered quickly. There was no hesitation in the choice, the letter A was the same initial as his deceased son and despite the decade that had passed, there was no such thing as getting over something that went against the rules of nature. “Did I save the world from ending?” Dean asked with a forming grin, following her away from where they had been seated.
“Might’ve.” Nico responded when she found balance again facing him once more with far less stagnant sitting energy between the two. No bar top, no bent knees and confinement in the setting that probed so much more than that. “For all we know you’ve set off the demise.” She lingered on, scanning a hand along the pool table top that was occupied by a brute group of guys that paid little to no mind to the passing two, then a dip in and around the crowd that took darts to the grave. There was a DJ setting up for what she could recall was a throwback kind of night that didn’t really hit until well into the morning and it stunk— Now though, a musky air that mixed nothing and everything floated on.
“We never really know anything, do we?” She said, stopping in her tracks. Looming up at the man that exuded a shy sort of confidence. “Like now. And here.” She looked from one side to the other at the sights, did a loosening jig with every bone, visuals craning upwards in an attempt to transition into a loosening phase...and then she moved. A movement that she couldn’t describe herself just something that she felt. Uncertain if it was pretty, uncaring if it was not in sync with anything else. His structure in front of her a base was like a beacon to where this night was supposed to lead, loose hands filtered seamlessly along her own frame, Nico reached out to lift his hands as something of a prop; “Option B. I’m kidding, I’m not going to make you dance— just...move. Listen...or dance. If you want to. Option B is immersion therapy. Immerse yourself in your environment.”
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norahsterling:
“Good, then eat! I feel like everyone’s judging me for being the sad thirty-something eating a huge plate of thai food for two,” she frowned teasingly, though she was happy that Nico had actually managed to make it before she’d finished eating completely. Then, she’d be known the crazy lady who ate with an empty chair. “I wouldn’t say it’s a pest — not when you have a watch. Or a phone. Or a clock…” she trailed off, breaking into a laugh when the other woman started talking about a vibrator. “I mean — electrocuted? I think the word you’re looking for is orgasm.”
Giving a good glance around, no one was actually looking but she wasn’t in denial about the likelihood of a well centered joke, “You’re not sad, are you?” That was genuine the rest not so much (but probably a little) “With this, they’d understand.” That first big bite a fluctuation on her senses; the whole bite almost completely filling. “I wish!” That second bite she took back with ease minus the laugh she tried not to choke on, “No, no, I mean it. Ever have one of those finger ones...malfunction? There was a spark...at least I think there was...it was supposed to be waterproof so, I’d love to say it’s some big universal meaning...however....”
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thatlovelyman:
“ I would have to say winning the case we just won, we honestly had nothing in our favour, but then it turned around in the last hour or so and we won.” He replied smiling as he looked at her.
“That’s kind of huge.” She let this whole shift in manner seep so her response was delayed, the smile on her face probably not quite equaling his but she also wasn’t having a defining moment. “No wonder you wanted to capture it.” Referring to their prior encounter. “Do you want to dance?”
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droliver-hawthorne:
“He’s precious, but not quite what I’m looking for. I think I want to get a dog I can train to be a service dog. I’m a doctor, and that could be something really great to do.”

“Oh, that’s so wonderful.” Sure there were rhymes and reasons behind any decision, her own selfish maybe remembrance of her childhood dog being taken away etched deep well underneath, “A constant giver...maybe you need a German Shepherd. Or a Lab.”
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noahjdyer:
“Nah, unfortunately, Jerome Brewery does not get any of those kind of prestigious clothing. Just the one enough to be donated to Goodwill.” Noah shrugged. “But I don’t get why would someone wanna wear used underwear, even from a popular folk.”
“No?” He couldn’t? It was strange because not it was ever something she’d seek out and something she really hadn’t, she could see why. “To be close I assume.” Though she laughed along because now she was in a thought and her reactions hadn’t yet caught up. “—possibly an excruciatingly lonely experience...but defining.” Staring off into space, the tap selections mouth watering all the same and she quickly snapped out of it. “ —or bragging rights.”
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gillian-march:
Sally flashed a warm, genuine smile at Nico’s direction, shoulders shrugged lazily. “Everything is great in the farm, we live in peace, we share everything, we accept each other with our flaws, it’s honestly nothing but a blessing.” The way she talked about the cult would easily fool you, Sally loved describing it as if it was the purest thing on earth. Gillian never understood if Sally was faking or genuinely believing the bullshit she had been preaching. Which was expected because even if you asked Sally, she wouldn’t tell you if she believed or not, the lines were between the truth and delusion blurred a long time ago. “Traveling with the kids and Jay is a wonderful experience,” That’s what they called themselves; ‘the kids’, because of their childlike wonder and poor impulses. “You should hang out with us one night, it would be a total experience for you.” Gillian almost threw in her mouth as Sally continued, kept rolling her eyes.
“She’s probably here for money,” Her gaze met Nico’s before shifting to Sally. “Aren’t you Sally?” Jay probably convinced Sally to ask money from her parents or Gillian, or maybe Sally suggested – she wasn’t sure anymore. “You know Gilly,” Sally started walking towards her older sisters, her single hand found Gillian’s long, blonde locks and she started stroking them gently. “You should use some peace in your life too.” She turned to Nico, smiling softly. “Don’t you agree Nico?”
As she listened to Sally, Nico got a couple shallow glances in on Gillian too. It was night and day, flourishing fields of dandelions and a frozen over pond that left the remains of a severed head of a bird lost in flight. “Kids?” Instantly perking in a quiet questioning manner, she wasn’t aware of any kids. But then she supposed it wasn’t all that often the younger March was discussed. Before she could really respond, Gillian tossed out a biting remark— though, as deviant and phony the kind of request could be it wasn’t necessarily something she hadn’t been privy to. Especially with family, and given the circumstances...it just wasn’t something you couldn’t see on a documentary on A&E.
“Hm—” she started, glancing from one to the other. Taking the opportunity to remove herself from the cornered position that was starting to feel smaller and smaller, a hand finding hold on Sally’s long locks the same way she was holding Gillian’s now, gently swooping it to the other side as she found her own means to lighten the mood even if by simply moving to the other side, remaining with that solid contact across Sally’s shoulders to being a quick and easy loose and flowy braid of blonde. “Peace is so personal...as an outsider to Gillian’s center...she seems pretty peaceful to me— you’re at peace most days, aren’t you Gill?”
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You have two selves. Dark and quiet that you show the world. Who do you give that to? The rainbow?
The Love Witch (2016) dir. Anna Biller
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sabrina-bishop:
“Thank you,” Sabrina immediately replied as the other girl began to help her pick up the scattered shoes. “Oh, I definitely think all the pain is worth it. My feet most likely don’t feel as grateful though,” the brunette shrugged as she gathered the last of the fallen items. “I am, these are to donate. They still have some life in them but as you can see I don’t need this many. Don’t know where I can drop them off though, do you know a place?”
“I was hoping you’d say a variation of that. Passions trump pain.” Having a multitude of her own throughout her life, none sticking but she didn’t have dedication, not like the handful that really proved theirs. “I have no idea— I’d love to go through though, I work at Wasteland, it’s a thrift store. Might be on the niche side but someone might be looking for decoration...do you mind?” she said, never knowing what people knew of or not, salivating at the idea of the loosely touches treasures at her fingertips.
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deanandrews:
Dean typically wasn’t the most self depreciating type. He had flaws and a past with issues like everyone else, but his character— he worked to be a decent man. No one was perfect by any means and he felt with the rapid social changes taking place these days that everyone was working to be good and correct habits instilled by an older society.
It was the most interesting thing when she touched him again, her fingers demanding he close his eyes. Dean became more self aware when a sense was removed and he could feel the tiny brunette shift in the space of their close proximity. When she bumped him, his hand instinctively went out to assist in steadying her, but given size difference his arm ended up half wrapping around the center of her back. His hand was splayed over her spine and Dean let her move his head, smiling a little as her finger rubbed his beard. “Hmm— I see a bar full of people. Some of them looking at us.” His chin turned back to her, resting his gaze on her face. “Fill me in here— I don’t think I’m seeing what you are.”
To look him dead on was exhilarating because when it was made clear he wasn’t seeing what it was she had, that the whole idea of fun as he had pointed to just moments before could in fact be found at their fingertips— or in this case, the fun was all around the bar. She wasn’t purposefully vague, not today, not now, it was almost an exercise in recognizing the surroundings. To note and to bask. His response though made the corners of her lips upturn, a dizzying look (that possibly could be because he was so much taller than she was and the arch of her neck alone could cause such a chance sensation)and stabled even momentarily by sturdy hands. She had to move.
“Come on...come on.” using her head as a head start nod, she latched onto the fingers behind her in a wave of a motion that proved a bit tricky, to lead out of their close confines at the bar into the wild of the setting behind them, “A or B, quick. Pick. End of the world quick...”
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bellecarrington:
Belle quickly bowed down to retrieve all the papers for her to sign before sliding them over to her along with a pen. “You already know how this works I assume,” she shrugged, hoping that her previous tattoo artists also paid attention to all the legal aspects of getting a tattoo. “You really don’t have to do that. I’m happy to walk her any day besides I can organize my own working times so I usually put her before anything but she’ll be happy about the dog treats I get for her for the extra pay,” she mused with a shrug, beckoning her over and into the actual tattoo room with a hand movement. “I love all kinds of dogs but she’s easier to handle.”
Uncapping and signing along the dotted, Nico did it with ease. Did she remember the actual legality of it all? No. Not a chance, it’s been so long and she was pretty sure she was high as a kite the first time ink ever stained her arm. “Inadvertently I’m somehow still a part of the dogs life. I just love knowing that.” She said, following the directions into the room. “Exactly. I once walked the most precious old man Great Dane. Sweetheart and he saw something worth chasing. Who am I to stand in the way of nature’s way? I tried but, it wasn’t meant to be you know? That’s how I know now, stick to the little ones.”
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norahsterling:
“Finally!” Norah exclaimed, grinning as the other kissed the top of her head and watching as she set her stuff down on the chair next to her. “I don’t need your coat — I do need an explanation as to why you left me to fend and order for myself?” she raised an eyebrow, a teasing look on her face as she gestured over to the other’s seat. “I ordered you fried rice, hope that’s satisfying enough for you.”
“It’s perfect! I’m absolutely famished—” she was, it was yesterday? Yeah yesterday she ate anything that wasn’t a Poptart and a she thoooought she might’ve had a piece of that sliced mango she had in her fridge. But wasn’t too sure either. “There’s no one more capable in this world than you, I simply lost track of time. It’s always been a pest, hasn’t it?” That was rhetorical, taking her spot at the empty seat. “Oh wow”, she’s said but to herself/outloud these were comfortable, melt worthy. “Have you ever felt a stunning current through your vibrator? Electrocuted might be the proper word for it really...?”
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thatlovelyman:
Oscar had never been angry at the woman, a little frustrated maybe but not angry, he just wanted to try to prove a point. “ I guess you are right there people who I have known for years can still surprise me.” He replied smiling as he looks at her. “ Coming right up, I am Oscar by the way, and the one who thinks he’s really clever is Rick.” He replied as he looked at her laughing.
“What was your latest surprise—Rick here doesn’t count...no offence.” Nodding in Rick’s direction, she’d have asked him too however, Oscar was closer and the one with the words, besides, Rick looked preoccupied for the time being anyways. “Nico.” She said, swiveling on her stool to face in his direction now.
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If they say why, why Tell them that it's human nature Why, why does he do me that way If they say why, why Tell them that it's human nature
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