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bat out of hell & purple • dead ringer for love

i don’t know who you are or what you do, or where you go when you’re not around. i don’t know anything about you baby, but you’re everything I’m dreaming of. i don’t know who you are, but you’re a real dead ringer for love

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bat out of hell & dark blue • two out of three ain’t bad

you’ll never find your gold on a sandy beach. you’ll never drill for oil on a city street. i know you’re looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks, but there ain’t no Coup de Ville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box.

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five times smiled for zahara bitchass

five times smiled / no longer accepting / @brewalone

ONE. he’s a year above her in all of his classes, and he knows that might cause at least half a problem, but that doesn’t really stop jarrod from pining occasionally sneaking a glance at the absolutely GORGEOUS girl with the same lunch period as him. he tries to be LOWKEY - because, goddamn it, he’s not a creep, he’s just got eyes, and they function well enough for him to know that this girl is beautiful. the first time she catches him staring, she gives him a small wave, raising her eyebrows ever so slightly before turning back to whatever work she’s doing in that “thick fuckin’ textbook” ( according to kenny, the linguist ). he swoons, dopey GRIN frozen on his face - right up until kenny smacks him in the back of the head for being “too damn soft for his own good”. ( he doesn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day. )

TWO. jarrod invites everyone to his football games, but this specific invite feels different. it’s definitely not a DATE, because he basically asked her to come watch him “kick some staten island tech ASS”, which earned him a slightly painful pat on the back from kenny, but it was definitely worth it. he’s got the football under his arm, running for the goalpost, trailed by three - no, four members of staten island’s defensive line. the student section of the bleachers is almost indistinguishable amidst all of the lights, but that hair is absolutely unmistakable. he shoots zeph a toothy smile - very charming with the bright orange mouth guard - about to wave at her when he’s driven directly into the ground by the defensive tackle. he’ll have to go back to the clinic tomorrow for the way his shoulder twists at the hit, but right now, it’s absolutely worth it.

THREE. jag knows that zahara cares about him. she’s proven it more than enough - she tended to his awful wounds after all of that torture, and she let him RAMBLE about loving her while he was woozy and disoriented without much protest. ( which would be really nice to think about if jag actually REMEMBERED that. ) the bandages she initially applied to his chest have since been removed, which may have been against zahara’s wishes just a little, but jag was getting really itchy, and it was DAMN NEAR unbearable. despite the chill in the air, he’s kept his shirt off, mostly under the pretense that “he’s just that handsome” - it’s definitely nothing to do with how badly his chest aches every time something so much as brushes against the fresh wounds. he catches zahara glancing at the burns and cracks a halfhearted smile, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “i know, z, i’m pretty damn good-looking.” she heaves a sigh, shaking her head, and his smile grows a bit into something more genuine. there’s the zahara he knows.

FOUR. it’s absolutely clear to see that zahara hasn’t been sleeping. she looks and sounds exhausted - which, of course, jag wouldn’t point out, because he’s not a dick, and she’s still BEAUTIFUL, but he’s worried. he tries not to let that concern shine through when she takes his offer for him to help her sleep - he has about two hours worth of knowledge about golf that he thinks will put her right to sleep. he plops down next to her, throwing his arm around her shoulders, deciding against making any sort of comment when she puts her head on his shoulder. instead, he smiles softly, rubbing her back lightly with his palm. “so,” he begins, “golf originated from a primitive stick and ball game in scotland in the 15th century…” ( he fades off at the sixteenth century, resting his head against the wall behind the both of them so he can get some rest as well. )

FIVE. jag has said “i love you” to zahara more times than he can count - it’s not that he’s expecting a response, or some sort of compensation for his troubles, or any STUPID thing like that - he just likes to be absolutely certain that she KNOWS how much he loves her. he says he loves her like it’s easy, because it is, and he knows that no matter how hard he tries, he’s not ever going to love anyone more than he loves zahara - twenty-five years and he’s never ONCE grown tired of her. ( she might have grown tired of him - definitely more than once, maybe enough times to compensate for the both of them, but he doesn’t mind. she can be tired of him and his persistence as long as it makes her smile even occasionally. ) his “i love you”s certainly don’t hold any meaning, it’s just that he can say he loves zahara and hardly even think about it - it’s almost second nature at this point. so, to say he’s a BIT caught off guard when she replies to him with an “i love you, too” - no ifs, ands, or buts - his heart stops. he almost wants to ask her to REPEAT it, because the words sound so gorgeous in her voice that they’re only comparable to masterfully composed music, but he doesn’t want to jinx it, and he’s starting to feel a little dizzy, because he might not be breathing, and the words “i love you” in zahara’s voice are twisting around in his head, and it’s all a little overwhelming. so he just laughs, and that comes out more like a sob, and he smacks his hand over his mouth so he won’t EMBARRASS himself any further. when he pulls his hand away, he’s not thinking about embarrassing himself, though - he’s not thinking about his teeth being crooked, or the awkward way that his nose scrunches up ( and how much he HATES that ), or how long he’s waited for this. he’s just smiling. and he feels so high that he may NEVER come down.

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❛ NO ONE ASKED ME IF I WANTED TO BE A GOOD GIRL ❜

indie raven falco from bat out of hell: the musical. written by kitty. promo credit.

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five times smiled we Love Brothers

five times smiled / accepting

ONE. jarrod is fourteen, and he’s got no qualifications as a babysitter - except, perhaps, the fact that he was once a baby. but this kid’s mom offered to pay him ( REAL MONEY! ) and jarrod couldn’t possibly refuse. so he makes it his mission to make this kid his friend, even if they don’t really seem to have anything in common. when he shows up to the apartment next to his with an old chess set and a gameboy, the kid is behind his mom’s leg, which throws jarrod off a bit, because he can’t really remember being that small. like, ever. but that’s fine. his mom introduces the kid as theo, and jarrod crouches a little, sticking his hand out with a quieter-than-usual “hey, man”. when theo takes his hand, jarrod shakes it ( maybe a bit too roughly ), and he can feel himself beginning to grin - maybe babysitting won’t be half bad.

TWO. the lights on his face are OVERWHELMING. he’s been in the hospital often, considering he’s an accident magnet, but the ACCIDENTS have never been so completely tragic - at least as far as he can remember. he’s barely nineteen, and kenny is w a s about to be the same. ( shit, his birthday was so s o o n. ) before he can break down again, there’s a knock on the door - specifically patterned, just like he and tink had practiced - and he draws in a deep breath, preparing himself for questions, or updates, or whatever tink might be here to tell him. but, upon letting tink in, that never comes. he just sits at his bedside, and takes his hand ( which jarrod can’t feel, but he would never tell tink that ). the only thanks that jarrod can muster is a soft smile and an attempt at squeezing tink’s hand back, but he thinks it’s enough.

THREE. they’re all aware that there are bits and pieces of their past that didn’t really stick after the explosion. some are missing more than others, but it’s really just a grab bag of what you will and won’t remember. jag, for example, doesn’t remember where his dad lives. or his birthday. and he knows that tink doesn’t remember that they were basically brothers, which, to be fair, isn’t that big of a deal when he considers how much everyone else has LOST, but it still hurts. however, the first time his “tink! bro!” is returned with an almost equally as excited “bro!”, jag grins. it almost feels like they can just be kids again.

FOUR. jag can’t believe it when zahara tells him that tink is going to be alright. poor kid has had enough tragedy in his life, and when falco SHOT him, jag thought that was it. he couldn’t imagine losing his brother that soon - even spending over twenty-five years with him wouldn’t have been enough. so, when jag crouches at the side of tink’s mattress, taking his hand like tink had done so many years ago, he’s still a little scared. scared of losing his one connection to the past, scared of having another kenny, scared of being stuck with memories and photographs instead of the real thing. interrupting his thoughts, though, is a weak squeeze against his hand, and jag gasps out a sob, smiling for the first time in days. “welcome back, buddy.”

FIVE. it’s almost like a dream - how everything has happened in the past few weeks. after twenty-five years, jag finally gets to be with zahara, they’re in a warm building ( with WATER ), tink is healing up - and so are the rest of them, but jag is most concerned with tink. when he passes by tink, who seems to have been enjoying the, uh, endless party, he catches the overall happiness that tink exudes, and it seems to make everything just a little more PEACEFUL. jag pats tink on the back, almost making the poor kid drop his drink, and when tink turns around, he’s greeted with the biggest smile anyone has ever seen.

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rpmemesstash:

send ‘FIVE TIMES SMILED’ for five times your muse made mine smile.

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Reblog this your muse gets nightmares.

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❛ when am i gonna get over this? ❜ but from zahara......

this story needs an ending | accepting!

“z, i think he’s moved on, i just -          i guess i can’t see why you won’t let yourself do the SAME.”

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❛ sit in front of me, i wanna see the hair line! ❜

this story needs an ending | accepting!

“hey, hey, what’s wrong with my HAIRLINE? i’ll have you know, zahara thinks the mohawk is handsome.”

( zahara’s never actually said that. he’s just, well, assuming. )

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“I don’t suffer for fashion. Fashion suffers for me.“ i hate one (1) girl

some old ass meme | not accepting because i can't remember what the meme was

"you know i have no idea what that MEANS, rae. also, five inch heels seem more like a PUNISHMENT than a fashion statement."

"anyway, aren't you scared someone like me might come up and kick those STILTS out from under you?"

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falsettos act two sentence starters

these are some lyrics from the broadway revival of the musical falsettos. feel free to edit pronouns. some of the things on here may be considered nsfw. act one.

❛ this story needs an ending. ❜

❛ give these handsome boys a hand! ❜

❛ what a world we live in! ❜

❛ pretty boys are in demand. ❜

❛ it’s about time to grow up, don’t ya think? ❜

❛ i’ll try explaining just what you’ve missed. ❜

❛ when am i gonna get over this? ❜

❛ since this is the last loving thing we’ll probably ever do together… ❜

❛ stop with the prayers. ❜

❛ isn’t he too much? ❜

❛ i don’t want the girls i should want. ❜

❛ we really wish he’d take this more seriously. ❜

❛ you’re looking sweeter than a doughnut. ❜

❛ is he still queer? ❜

❛ sit in front of me, i wanna see the hair line! ❜

❛ it’s the only physical imperfection i can find. ❜

❛ make a breath, then let it out and swing. ❜

❛ even maniacs can charm. which he does, so beware. ❜

❛ would it be possible to see you or to kiss you or to give you a call? ❜

❛ i don’t understand. ❜

❛ if i don’t like ( name ) it’s because my ex sure does. ❜

❛ for the first time in months nobody died. ❜

❛ i can’t fucking deal with that. ❜

❛ do you know how great my life is? ❜

❛ all i want is you. ❜

❛ anything you do is alright. ❜

❛ you’re gonna blame me? you have paintings of dicks! ❜

❛ nothing that gives them pleasure i’ll do. ❜

❛ you are gonna kill your mother. ❜

❛ rather than humiliate her, killing your mother is the merciful thing to do. ❜

❛ if i said i love him, you might think my words come cheap. ❜

❛ let’s just say i’m glad he’s mine. ❜

❛ if i’m a bitch, well, i am what i am. ❜

❛ something bad is happening. ❜

❛ so, you’ve had a bad day. ❜

❛ no big deal, the game is yours. ❜

❛ i’m sorry. ❜

❛ i was sure growing up i would live the life my mother assumed i’d live. ❜

❛ life is never what you planned. ❜

❛ you had to see yourself a few days back, i had a heart attack! ❜

❛ it’s days like this i almost believe in god. ❜

❛ gee, you look awful. ❜

❛ don’t let me win. ❜

❛ we’ll wait until you make a decision. ❜

❛ why don’t we tell him that we don’t have the answers? ❜

❛ who’s believe that we two would end up as lovers? ❜

❛ please don’t get morbid. ❜

❛ hit me if you need to. slap my face or hold me til winter. ❜

❛ think of me around, sleeping soundly in our bed. ❜

❛ there’s nothing to fear, just stay right here. ❜

❛ i love you. ❜

❛ here’s the good part: at least death means i’ll never be scared about dying again. ❜

❛ he pins me up against the wall and kisses me like crazy. ❜

❛ close your eyes while we redecorate. ❜

❛ kid, do you know how proud i am? ❜

❛ what would i do if i had not met you? ❜

❛ once i was told that all men get what they deserve. who the hell then threw this curve? ❜

❛ all your life you’ve wanted men. ❜

❛ i left my kid and left my wife to be with you. ❜

❛ do you regret? ❜

❛ i’d do it again. ❜

❛ i’d like to believe that i’d do it again and again and again. ❜

❛ how am i to face tomorrow after being screwed out of today? ❜

❛ we’re a teeny tiny band. ❜

❛ lovers come and lovers go. ❜

❛ this is where we take a stand. ❜

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me: golly gee boy howdy do i have replies to do me: LIKE FOR A SOFT ASS STARTER, FOOLS

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u fool thats zahara . thts my icon

( matching icons for u and ur gf that's tired of ur shit )

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( and this )

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( this is my only rp icon now )