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starstckrs · 3 days ago
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fulfilling others' lifelong dreams and wishes was hugely cathartic for nadine, who experienced the pinnacle of her desires at a fairly young age. even if it hadn't quite worked out well for her in the end, she couldn't say she wasn't somewhat appreciative of the lessons it taught her ultimately. "right? i knew you'd love it, i even had your initials engraved at the bottom," an index finger pointed toward the delicately carved 'M.M.D' that shined underneath the calm lighting of her store. "it does? that's just a coincidence - maybe it was really meant to be," she offered, a smile quickly appearing on her face. she places herself beside marisol, resting a head atop her shoulder and releasing a soft sigh. "honestly, this is the nicest someone that wasn't a child has been to me all week. i'm glad you like it, really. you really need to show off your skills soon - i never did get too much into classical music, but hey, i'm always open to new things." she lifted her head then, stepping away and nodding toward some seats where they could relax more alongside the newly made violin. "so, how have things been aside from all this? you and that girl still going strong? think she'll like it, too? she came in not too long ago, looking for a new keyboard."
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these days, it felt like all marisol wanted was her mom. addy was special, in the way only the best mothers could be. when she thinks about her, she can remember her mom’s lemon cake, the smell of her favorite perfume. and then, she remembers the music.  her family thrived on song. franklin’s records playing every sunday, how he and addy would dance in the kitchen while marisol danced along. then, there were fridays. fridays were when addy would play her violin in the house, making up symphonies in minutes. marisol’s still trying to recapture that memory. when nadine picks up the violin from the case, marisol instantly feels tears spring to her eyes. as she blinks them away, she reaches out and takes it gingerly in her hands. she looks at the violin, feeling the weight of it in her hands. she’s instantly transported to lessons with ms. liza jane, to her mother’s violin playing on friday nights. violins were sacred to her, and this was no different. “It’s incredibly sick, deen,” she practically whispers, eyes not moving from the violin in her hands. “i love it. it.. It’s beautiful. it looks almost exactly like my mom’s. thank you, so much. you have no idea how much this means to me.”  
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starstckrs · 3 days ago
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micaiah hadn't dedicated his youth toward the pursuit of knowledge and greatness for nothing - which meant whenever he witnessed another person harmed, no matter what capacity it was in, he would jump directly into action. upon seeing the closed fist slam against the stranger's nose, his eyes widened in horror and he sprung from his seat on pure instinct. of course, he'd encountered much worse injuries and dispositions toward said injuries, but he couldn't say he had advanced experience mending another in the filthy linoleum of a bar. "lighter?" he echoed, glancing over each shoulder before he caught sight of the requested item. grimacing, he swept it off the floor, then offered it to him. "that shit will kill you, you know," he felt the deep urge to comment, unable to rein in the kind of concern that cruised him through medical school. "no way, i'll have to wrap them in something first. can i take a closer look?" before a confirmation came, micaiah leaned in and inspected the wound, hardly flinching at the nature of it. again, he'd spent the night before expertly removing a fork from the septum of an unfortunate young woman who was more drunk than a bag of saline could mend in a short time. "uh, yeah. he kind of kicked your ass - what'd you even do to him?" not that it really mattered in the moment, considering he was meant to be exercising his medical expertise, but micaiah was perpetually curious, a trait that not everyone appreciated.
with: micaiah de luca @starstckrs where: the floor of any bar in las vegas when: present
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"Fuck me." The half-assed mutterings of a mad man who'd gotten half his face slugged in ( it happened, occasionally, when his overall coordination and motor functions were hindered by inebriation and he wasn't on the top of his game, in his defense, ) and the taste of saliva had become arrantly overrun by the tang of pennies picked off the hot pavement outside, and he couldn't discern the pain emanating from his back or from his face. Fucking everything hurt — which had no association with his age as it were getting his ass beat. "I'm fine," he didn't want the hands that were going to come near his face and check for a broken nose, although he was positive that the bridge looked as crooked as he thought the rest of him would be if he stood up and his vision dissolved into the pattern of swimming fishes battering their fins across an invisible sea. A hand ran across his face. "Get me my fucking lighter," he managed next, a request — demand, even — that was probably uncouth to make of a perfect stranger. "And then I don't fucking know. Chuck me the ice cubes from the bottom of that Scotch." A hand planted against the dingy linoleum, searching for the inner willpower to push himself off the floor and stomach the vertigo, grunting to himself and looking after the direction of the unfortunately victor of the fight — already nowhere to be found, and he would be sulking his way through the remainder of the evening as a sore loser himself. "Did that guy look that fucking strong to you?"
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starstckrs · 4 days ago
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kenny's processor was long ago discarded, left on the countertop as she indulged in one of her comic books during the slowest hour in the afternoon, when all of the teens were at school and the adults committed to their extremely exhausting nine to fives. god, kenny couldn't imagine - thank god she landed this low effort gig, otherwise she'd be hollowed out by the constant grind that was so prominent in america's work culture. "huh?" she first spoke up, eyebrows pulled together obliviously until the thought of reattaching her processor came to mind. "oh, fuck, hold on," reaching out, she slid it across the counter and caught it in her palm. once securing it onto her skull once more, she glanced up at briar and offered a lazy smile. "yknow, same old, same old. just waiting for someone to come. well, not really, i like doing nothing," she offered a laugh. "what about you? what're you doing all the way down here? we got some new releases, if you were looking for those."
location: blockbuster
date: early july
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Briar didn't have to be at the club until later for her shift so she'd stopped in to see Kenny. Who knows? Maybe she could pick up a movie or two to wind down with later tonight. Even though she was pretty sure that making friends with her employer was probably frowned upon, she and Kenny had actually found that they got along quite well. Not only was she funny but she made up for all of the talking that Briar didn't do--or, at least at the beginning, she did. By now, the assassin had started to come out of her shell and open up a bit more. As she walked into the store, she heard the bell above her head ring, announcing her arrival. This time of day, the store wasn't too busy, which is exactly what she'd been hoping for. Giving her friend a small smile, she said "Please tell me you have some new movies to choose from--some new good ones." She walked up to the counter and leaned on it, propping on arm up to rest her chin on, making herself right at home. "How's your day been so far?"
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starstckrs · 4 days ago
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when she was once extremely familiar with the symptoms of withdrawal, this kind was a new beast entirely - she was almost comfortable with coke withdrawals in comparison to the medication variation. this was an otherworldly ass beating. she couldn't stomach imagining the hellish experience her brother and sister-in-law encountered when they abandoned their addictions with much more aggressive drugs. she was beginning to let the relentless commentary on her lifestyle meet her rapidly beating heart, whereas normally she would disregard the concern she was met with every time she encountered her family in the wild. maybe it was being around mars while it occurred that jumpstarted her into action, but at the same time, she didn't feel wholly comfortable unleashing all her grievances unto her mother at such an inopportune time. "yeah, yeah, i think it'll be good for her. i know she must be going a little batshit stuck in the apartment with me all the time - though, she really does like movies and arts and crafts night with reina. last week, we both learned a bunch of origami shapes to do," you'd be surprised - mere weeks before, lyonet still begrudged her innocent sister for entrapping her inside her apartment for months at a time. sometimes, she still stumbled across the rogue thought that rebelled against reina, but they were becoming more sparse as she came into moments of clarity. "ain't it? i think it's the very least rei rei deserves, especially after all she's been through. her new medication is working wonders, but i guess you see that already," she said. "it'll be in august sometime, we're thinking the very end, so we wanna make it big since she'll be going back to school here in september. one last summer party before she reenters hell, y'know?"
from the moment khadroma harnessed mars' attention, lyonet could sense she was irreparably screwed. fuck, and she'd done such an excellent job at disguising it! she knew the assumptions and accusations that would consume her: are you using again? or rather, detoxing? for how long? when did you start up? how could you do this to mars? to all of us? but it wasn't like that - she swore! still, she was uncertain whether or not she should divulge the full truth. when she hadn't before, she ended up in deeper shit, but she could feel the worry congeal in her stomach. whenever mars skipped out of the unfinished room, well, more like naruto sprinted toward the equally underdeveloped bathroom, lyonet could feel a rock form in the middle of her throat, limiting her airway. "... i'm cool," she said at first, the debate in her mind warring between both sides of her overactive brain. "just - anxious for everything to get rolling here, i guess. reina's been covering the rent for me while we get this place up and running, since it's been hard for me to find any other jobs, plus something for mars to do after school while i work. you know how it is," guess she was settling for denial that afternoon. "- i know why you asked though, and it's not because of what you think. don't worry." it emerged dryly from her tongue, something she was somewhat ashamed of.
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Standing there, watching her daughter, she couldn't help but notice all the little things that someone else might not. She was certainly no expert when it came to withdrawal--she'd never experienced herself, after all. She'd seen it before, though, when Cyrek was trying to get clean so many years ago. And she could be wrong. She never claimed to be a god damn genius. But she was pretty sure what she was looking at. And she also knew that withdrawal symptoms usually set in not too long after stopping use. Her daughter was most certainly not okay--and once again, she couldn't help be bothered by the way that Lyonet was seemingly leaning on Marceline to back her up, as if the girl knew any better. Fuck. The real question was whether she should have this fight here and now. She didn't want to, not with her granddaughter in the room. She left it alone for the moment. Oh, you can say it. I was a mega bitch. She had a feeling that she knew what daughter was doing so she wasn't about to buy into it. Instead, she just continued to the next part of the conversation and she gave a genuine smile when she mentioned putting Marceline into soccer. "Oh, I think that's a great idea! Well, I'm really looking forward to meeting them." Her face lit up even more when she mentioned that Rainbow's daughter, Tulip, was coming home. "No, she hadn't mentioned it to me--but that's wonderful!" She was actually a little surprised at the fact that Ellie was proposing they work on something together. Maybe she shouldn't ask about things right now... "Yeah, I'd be happy to help you put that together! Do you know exactly when she's coming back or not just yet?"
She didn't want to disrupt the peace. She didn't want to possibly disturb the already shaky ground that her daughter was on. Yet at the same time, was she really doing her due diligence if she didn't address it? She certainly wasn't about to outright accuse her daughter of relapsing--that would get her thrown out in a heartbeat, not to mention that it would probably involve yelling, which she didn't want her granddaughter to hear. But she couldn't just do nothing. So instead, she thought of a diversion. "Mars?" she said with a smile, reaching into her purse and pulling out some fruit snacks--she always had them on hand with a toddler of her own. "I have a surprise for you... But you can only have them if you wash your hands first, okay? Can you please go wash your hands real quick?" She hated sending kids away. After all, kids weren't stupid, they understood things--but that's precisely why she did it. She knew it'd only take the girl a few minutes at most so she figured she'd get her questions in while she could. Waiting until Marceline was completely out of sight, in a low voice, she said "Lyonet, I don't want to overstep but I have to ask: are you doing okay? You seem...a little off." Khadroma wasn't usually one to mince words but she really wasn't trying to attack Ellie, even if the other might feel differently about it. She was just trying to help. "I just worry about you."
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starstckrs · 4 days ago
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Olivia Rodrigo and Rachel Zegler backstage at “Evita”
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starstckrs · 5 days ago
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the enthusiasm that lainey's customer displayed took her aback, still, she was gladdened that her suggestion wasn't brushed off rudely. she despised whenever someone else matched her energy - even if she deserved it at times. well, all the time, really. mostly it was cyrek that dished the same disrespect, which is precisely why their mirroring of one another resulted in the catastrophic end of their relationship. though, in the end, it seemed to benefit them immensely. "sure, totally, i think you'd kill as a blonde. more people aren't willing to take the risk - me included, but i think i just look better with dark hair, she commented, combing her fingers through elise's brownish locks. "i hear they do, yeah. you seem like you'd have tons of fun as one," she snorted before the mention of platinum caught her ear, shades of surprise eclipsing her expression. "wow, even bolder. i like it. we can start simple, though. get you acclimated to the new color. you cool we start now? oh - you want a cut or anything else with it? i could give you some layers, or curtain bangs. whatever you think is best for you." she was already brainstorming the tones she would be mixing in the backroom, trying to assess the kind that would compliment elise's complexion the best.
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now elise thought she had an 'in' to the alcott world, it was time to fully make herself at home and commit to the blonde. she couldn't put her finger on why she had suddenly become so obsessed with the family, maybe it was because of her own, boring student life that she wasn't committed to nor did the party scene really interest her... ever since reading that random newspaper in the library about the willow girl, she had been locked in. they did look similar - same upturned nose (though it could be argued that was a maternal characteristic), big eyes and glowing smile; it wasn't about to be too difficult. sitting in the salon chair with a big grin on her face, she nodded at the other enthusiastically. "actually, that's exactly what i've been considering, and as you've said it, that seems to be a sign, right?" time consuming and expensive but elise was going to do this. "blondes have more fun, right? that's what ava said. i met her and her hair is lovely but i'd probably want another appointment in a month or so to go, like, platinum." like samantha alcott's was left out of that sentence.
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starstckrs · 5 days ago
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micaiah wasn't entirely certain this wasn't a far-fetched dream. or would it be considered a nightmare? no, of course not - he'd adored mckayla from the moment they first shared a glance, so above all things, it should've been an immense relief. that love multiplied tenfold when she delivered their daughter, whom he tugged closer to him out of pure instinct. there was this deep-seated fear that if her mother returned, he'd lose the one thing that kept him anchored in reality. with such grueling hours in the emergency room, he needed the steady reminder of what he did it all for. "who else would it be?" he returned coolly, then collected himself whenever he remembered his daughter was present. they couldn't hash it out here - it'd have to wait until they were alone, if micaiah ever thought it'd be a good idea for the two of them to share a room alone together. "i found you? you found me," he was quick to retort. "almost certain i've been here longer. where - where did you even come from?" feeling more protective with each passing second, he lifted shelby jane up into his arms and pressed her against him. without thinking, the little girl cocked her head sideways at mckayla and asked, who's that? "... an old friend, s.j.," he said, voice softening when he spoke to her. he knew it wasn't wise to fill in shelby jane on who precisely her mother was in that moment, feeling it wasn't fair to expose the largest secret in his life in the middle of a convenience store aisle.
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early mornings and even later nights were commonplace for mckayla, as the budding reporter tried to cram as much as she could possibly do within her work hours. she rarely felt much like cooking after a busy shift, which is how she found herself parking her scooter outside of the gas station, in search of something cheap and easy. sure, she could have gone to jeff’s or waffle cottage, but sometimes a girl wanted a cheap, greasy slice of pizza and the newest episode of deep space nine. simple pleasures, you know? the ding of the bell sounded as mac walked into the gas station, fully intending to make a beeline towards the pizza, when she heard someone calling her name. no, it couldn’t be.. he was back in old saybrook, he was watching the baby she left behind. this had to be a sick dream. soon she’ll wake up in the bullpen, next to her laptop playing music, and a stack of papers. but she blinks, and nothing. he’s still there. memories come flooding back into her brain before she even looks up. the two of them at the park, shelby in a baby swing, mac packing her things. the last five yeaars, she hasn’t stopped thinking about them. both of them. but right now, she’s dreading his face, the way he’ll look at her like she dissapeared for the last five years, but that’s exactly what she did. “… hi, mic.” she can’t take her eyes off him. mac pulls her bag up onto her shoulder and huffs. “you found me.” blue eyes drift to the small girl next to him, and she gasps. “is that..? is that shelby jane?”
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starstckrs · 6 days ago
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hermione liked believing they'd made impeccable progress since departing from the circus; during their time there, they had an unhealthy tendency of dedicating too much time toward the grind that always did whittle them down to a thin line, erasing much of their vibrant personality. they were immensely grateful that they'd managed to rework themselves from the ground up, but they also recognized that annisa was an important contributor to their consistent efforts to better themselves. "i would love to take you all out shopping and to eat someday, i think it'd be fun, plus i'd get to know them better," they expressed with a cheesy smile. having lost their own family young, meeting their girlfriend's was paramount for the seamstress. "i can definitely see that. you said she was raised in a commune, right? wonder what that was like," probably something hermione would get quickly bored in. despite purporting the importance of love, they knew they were not shaped for life in the wilderness. they were a princess, fitting best in big cities where they could express themselves in the warm companies of diverse crowds. "that's so romantic. i always wanted something like that, but honestly? what i found was even better," unable to contain themselves, they leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against annisa's blushing cheek, savoring the warmth exchanged between them. "good. because i've imagined you, like, a thousand times in a wedding dress. and, of course, i've had mine picked out since i was six."
their differences shined, like light in opposite reflections, something hermione adored annisa for. they'd pictured their wedding day for as long as they'd been cognizant of the world around them, however, they did fear for many years they'd never have the opportunity to experience something as sacred as marriage. then, they stumbled upon annisa on pure coincidence, and everything changed. it felt like, from the moment they locked eyes, their fate was written permanently in the stars above. it's what inspired them to go on and on about their desires, however fast moving they were. of course, it was partially in jest, though they had few qualms about fulfilling their deepest held fantasies. whenever annisa suggested moving in together, all thoughts of marriage were banished from hermione's mind. it was somehow even more gratifying than impromptu nuptials - at least, for now. "are you serious?" they asked, a rapidly developing smile consuming their whole face. the thought of combining their spaces, making one of their apartments more than a temporary living situations but a home, had made hermione's heart swell painfully large. "i would absolutely adore that, nisa," they confirmed with a string of giggles. "oh my god. i can't even begin to say how much waking up to you would make me feel," pressing their foreheads together and cupping annisa's face in their delicate hands, they nodded along. "let's do it. we can redo everything, if you want. really make it our own. and, well, i already know ronnie would love to have someone else around to feed her treats."
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Nothing's too much for my girl. The sweet words made Nisa blush even more and she couldn't help but feel so grateful to have her person here with her. Honestly, for once, everything felt perfect. They certainly had a point, peace and love was in fact Mione's jam. That's something that the dancer had admired about the actress since the day they'd first met--Hermione was just so calm and peaceful. They just wanted everyone to be happy and they'd inspired Nisa to be more like that. Mione was never selfish and unfortunately, that wasn't necessarily something she could relate to herself. When her girlfriend mentioned Reina, she looked over and couldn't help but giggle. After all, Annisa might be the cry baby of the family but Reina was the happy crier, for sure. Shit, she'd seen her sister cry at commercials before. "Yeah, she's a pretty big proponent of peace and love as well," she chuckled. "She is one that was aptly named, for sure. She really is like a big rainbow that tries to shine down on everyone, make everyone happy..." There were definitely times that Reina's optimism annoyed the lot of the siblings--after all, she was really the only optimist. She was on an island of positivity while the rest of the Adler siblings were swimming around like scowling sharks. It was admirable, really. From what he told me, they've waited a long time for this. Giggling, she nodded and said "Yeah, it's been a long time coming... They were like...high school sweethearts without technically dating, if that makes sense. But they've always loved each other." I dunno' if I have that much patience. Raising her eyebrows a bit, she said "Oh, is that so?" Twirling her girlfriend around before bringing her back close, she said "I won't make you wait that long, I promise."
Annisa couldn't really relate to other little girls' stories of having always planned their weddings from day one. Marriage was something that she'd never really given much thought for herself before. After all, she'd spent so much more time thinking about growing up to be a prima ballerina when she'd been younger. Of course, that hadn't really panned out the way she'd wanted it to--but she was content where she was now, even if her dreams were smaller than they'd once been. After all, part of the reason why it hadn't worked out was because she'd also wasted so much of her youth worshipping the shrine that was the bathroom scale, obsessing over every little number and measurement. At one point, she hadn't even thought she'd make it past the age of nineteen. So to know ponder the prospect of marriage was...a lot. Maybe a little overwhelming. But she didn't shy away from it. Because there was no doubt in her mind that Hermione Salazar-Blood was the one for her. Anyone could see that. If I wasn't just a guest, I would have tackled that other girl just to give it to you, but I've got people to impress. This made Nisa chuckle and she knew her lover was joking--after all, Hermione knew that their girlfriend was still sort of on thin ice with the groom and the dancer was intent on staying in his good graces. As Hermione talked about their fantasy: going to the closest chapel--after all, Vegas was rampant with them--getting married, and driving off into the sunset, Annisa couldn't help but get lost in their eyes, dreamily imagining the scene in her head. She really wasn't too opposed at all. And in all honesty, if they weren't literally at her brother's wedding right now, she just might be impulsive enough to pull the proverbial trigger and go get married. But being impulsive had rarely worked out for her in the past. So instead, she said "Well, while I absolutely adore that idea, maybe we could take a step in between where we are now and the aisle?" She felt her stomach plummet--now it was her turn to say something that could either go very right or very wrong. She had a good feeling but still, it was nerve-wracking. "What would you think about the idea of possibly living together?..."
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starstckrs · 6 days ago
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RAINBOW WOZNIAK-ADLER'S MIXTAPE
rainbow connection by jim hensen ❀ across the universe by the beatles ❀ it's up to you, petula by edison lighthouse ❀ happy together by the turtles ❀ after hours by the velvet underground ❀ gypsy by fleetwood mac ❀ i'd like to walk around in your mind by vashti bunyan ❀ if by bread ❀ dedicated to the one i love by the mamas and the papas ❀ winter is blue by vashti bunyan ❀ she's a rainbow by the rolling stones ❀ going to california by led zeppelin ❀ octopus's garden by the beatles ❀ make your own kind of music by cass elliot ❀ edge of seventeen by stevie nicks ❀ yes, i'm your angel by yoko ono
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"oh," reina responded gently, though she understood the stress the other was encountering. when she was a teenager, she was a free spirit, but she could come across bouts of relentless anxiety that clutched onto her heart and forced it to beat twice as fast at the base of her throat. little did she know, this was a common side effect of what she'd have diagnosed as a later teen. in truth, she couldn't recall a time when she wasn't an oddball, even from the time she was a child - it lived inside her always, which made her both happy and sad. "yeah, i can! definitely. i may be a bit of an introvert, but i think i could handle this for you," she agreed wholeheartedly, withholding herself from placing a comforting hand on the other - she didn't want to cross any boundaries upon first meeting. "i'd love a salad and a little daiquiri, if i'm honest. i don't eat too heavy whenever i game," she joked lightly, brushing off the offer with ease. in the end, she was happy to make others feel comfortable at no cost whatsoever. it was her love language; something she passed unto her daughter, who she could already tell was shaping up to be exactly like her mother, minus the semi-crippling mental illness and trauma. "oh, please. i'm glad to help. i'm rainbow, by the way," she finally extended a hand in greeting. "but most everyone calls me reina. what about you?"
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Doesn't everyone's poker face? "No, you don't get it — I think, I think mine is... pretty bad. I think you're supposed to look calm, and I'm just going to look... sweaty." Making a face at their own description, Dahlia put their weight on one foot, their eyes flitting back to their unwitting companion when they — shockingly — seemed like they could be persuaded into the mechanic's ploy. Letting out a breath of relief, they clapped both their hands together in a prayer, of which might be answered by the person in front of them who was beginning to glow under the casino lights, or maybe that was a figment of their imagination. "Would you? Like, I don't know, for one round and maybe then I can cut in, or, I don't know. I can buy you a drink or something for it. Or like, a meal. They serve food here, don't they? I don't come to casinos that often. Or go anywhere... much... at all." They preferred to sneak out in the cover of the night where no one would ogle the blemishes on their features that ran on down in rivulets across most of their body, and although their outfit was rather on the skimpy side for the evening, and looked exceptionally daring, they couldn't say they ever felt comfortable in their own skin. Body and mind in ruin simultaneously didn't bode for award-winning confidence — a skillset that they had never employed to begin with when they were in school, and thought only of their life when they got their piece of paper and walked across the stage. "I'll owe you big time."
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starstckrs · 6 days ago
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NADINE ZHANG'S MIXTAPE
something in the way by nirvana + 4th of july by soundgarden + would? by alice in chains + celebrity skin by hole + come out and play by the offspring + alive by pearl jam + love in a dangerous time by barenaked ladies & ben grosse + five string serenade by mazzy star + off your face by my bloody valentine + wanted dead or alive by bon jovi + edge of a broken heart by vixen + youth gone wild by skid row + mama, i'm coming home by ozzy osbourne + kiss me deadly by lita ford + heart - shaped box by nirvana + hurt by nine inch nails
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starstckrs · 7 days ago
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it was weird, the relationship lyonet cultivated with diego. she was of half the mind that she wouldn't allow anyone inside her heart again; at least, not for a while, and certainly not while she had her entire family breathing down her neck every waking moment. and yet, in the throes of mania, she found something genuinely good for her. for both of them. "i was always a mulan girl. sticking it to the men and ruining their idea of masculinity - y'know how it goes," wait, are you calling me a child? that inspired a grin on the corner of lyonet's mouth. "maybe. maybe not. you just have that vibe about you, i dunno. it's not a bad thing!" she insisted, then waved him off dismissively. "you're more innocent, though, in a way." not too innocent, considering he'd knocked her up on the first try - something she was still deciding on how exactly she'd break the news to him about. was it inappropriate to do in a literal children's store? "uh, like, over half of the last paycheck i got before quitting for skratch. i mean, worth it, but it hurts my wallet." whenever he suggested purchasing both, she tapped her chin in thought. while she'd have preferred it came solely from her, she also knew when to accept help as it was offered. "maybe we could split the money for the bike? 'cuz they're getting more expensive everyday. it's insane." she paused for a moment, pursing her lips as she felt that familiar stir of nausea in the back of her throat. "... hey, uh, diggy?"
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diego loved gifts. there was something about finding the exact thing that fit a person to a t. growing up, he would spoil his sisters on their birthdays, buying what he thought was the perfect gift, or the exact thing that they asked for. “most girls are into princesses,” he shrugs, looking along the rows to see what he could pick out. “but a bike is a pretty rad present.” a sigh escapes his lips, and diego looks down at ellie. “wait, are you calling me a child?” diego asks with mock shock. it’s true that he was a little childish – years spent on sets seemed to stunt his growth – and he embraced it. “but you are kind of kid-adjacent, els.” at the mention of chuck e. cheese, his grin gets even wider. “no way? that’s awesome.” a moment passes. “wait, how much was that?” he hated that money was his first thought. it was something he remembers his mother struggling with, but luckily, diego never seemed to have that issue in his lifetime. “maybe we get both? that way you can play it safe and give tulip something else to have fun with? i could even pay for the bike and not tell anyone.”
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starstckrs · 7 days ago
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nodding along distractedly, still focused more on chewing out the flavor in her sweet mint bubblegum, she continued analyzing seneca's scalp as she configured what she'd end up doing. "gotchu. i can clean you up nice, then," she said, twirling her sheers between her nimble fingers. whenever he expressed his concern, her styled brows perked upwards, staring blankly back at him in the mirror. whenever she was given attitude, she always returned it tenfold. "who knows? have you ever tried it before? tons of people are into it nowadays - y'know, all those boys who look like they glued a block of ramen noodles on their fucking heads," she snorted, then shook her head. "i can do a standard cut. not a problem. any other requests? otherwise, i should get to work soon."
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Narrowing his eyes on Lainey, Seneca cleared his throat, “I just got back from a very long vacation, I didn't have time to get a cut before coming home.” Not that he was particularly rushed to get any while he had been there, wherever he had been. Since he was here and not feeling like going somewhere else, he supposed he could suffer through this for now. As she went on, he sighed, wishing he had just done the cut himself. Maybe there was still time- “I think I made a mistake.” Seneca suddenly said abruptly, his tone sharp. Though, as she let out a string of comments and questions, he stared at her, deadpanned, “Do I look like I would enjoy being a blonde?”
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starstckrs · 7 days ago
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azazel was a rare individual, considering reina often encountered difficulties communicating clearly with others - she was a little spacey, if she were honest with herself, and the steady stream of nonsensical conversation occurring behind her eyes would keep anyone distracted for as long as it lasted. of course, the strict medicine regiment she adopted helped immensely, as she hardly ever had visual or tactile hallucinations anymore. in some ways, she liked the noise, especially now that tulip wasn't with her. but she knew she'd have to commit more work to silencing the flow of conversation whenever she regained full custody, which was looking to be sooner rather than later, something that brought immense joy to the young witch.
"exactly! it's always so gorgeous here, even in the winter. though, i try my best to find beauty in every season. it's the least i can do for mother nature, considering all she's done for me in return," clutching tight onto the one goddess she committed herself to, it made her all the more excited to reintroduce her daughter to the vast beauty of nevada. las vegas might've been widely artificial, but if you looked hard enough, there were pockets of reprieve one could tuck themselves in for a while. "of course i was! my dreams would not shut up about you - i think it's cause we get along so well! no one else is as patient, if i'm honest."
nodding along enthusiastically, she tucked her logbook under her arm and began strolling along the pavement once more. "sounds perfect to me," she quickly responded. whenever he denied the potions, a string of giggles escaped her. "i can always try and concoct something for that. there's a remedy for everything if you study hard enough." which was true, although reina was far from being against traditional medicine - she simply found other branches of healing similarly intriguing and helpful. as she continued admiring the nature blooming around them, she thought she was incredibly lucky to stumble upon someone to enjoy it all alongside.
her eyes grew as wide as saucers, the excitement palpable between them. "that's so cool. i really want to expand my balcony garden, though it's already teeming with so much life," she said. "my daughter's coming home soon, so i wanna make it extra extravagant for her. maybe i could invite you over sometime and we could figure out how to elevate it? over some moon tea?"
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On lunch from work at the labs, Azazel decided he would have a relaxing walk through the park. It was miserable. The sun was too bright. It was too hot. He adjusts his sunglasses with one hand, staring out over the lush desert greenery before him. At least that was pleasant, if only his body would work with him in enjoying this more. Lifting his other hand up, he licked at the ice cream he was currently working his way through. Not very hungry for much else, even that, at the moment. Staring at someone as he passed by them, he paused.
Though hearing his name, he turned his attention away from the person and the natural view to spot Reina hurrying up to him. Putting on a genuine smile, he gave a small wave of his ice cream-filled hand. As she came up to him and spoke, he laughed and turned his head away a little, “Yeah, nothing else to do while on lunch. Might as well enjoy the view, huh?” Azazel scrunched his nose a bit against the bright sun, “You were thinking about me?- Right! Yeah. Why haven't we yet?” Though he wasn't much for phone calls, it was a lot easier than mail.
“I have a notepad in my backpack, we can find a bench and do that?” He offered, taking another lick from his melting ice cream before it could get too melty. Listening as Reina had spoken more about what she did, while he politely did this. He glanced back toward her, nodding his head along with her words. Though stopped to consider the potions part, “Potions-Hm. Unless you have something for headaches, probably not.” He commented in a playful tone. Now, was he someone who believed in that kind of thing, genuinely, that was up for debate. He would have liked such things to be real. But the world had yet proven it to him.
“I have a few of these growing in my backyard.” He was a scientist, of sorts, leaning into the biological-pharmaceutical aspect, with a lean into technological. He liked to experiment, however. What some might call potions, he may have called elixirs from alchemic mixtures. But he was not an alchemist, he just liked plants. For now.
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starstckrs · 8 days ago
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animals weren't around much of nadine's life. she and her brothers would feed the neighborhood strays, dogs and cats alike, but their mother disallowed them from being indoors. it made enough sense to nadine, considering animals were messy and time-consuming and if anything were to happen, they couldn't afford the proper care for them. now, though, she felt that curiosity piqued once more, which prompted her to visit the shelter - only to be greeted by a seemingly uncontrolled canine. "uh, yeah," she said at first, still casting the worker a wary glance as she took a cautionary step backwards. it wasn't until the kisses were given that she could feel her shoulders unwind. well, maybe he was just misunderstood. she knew how that felt. "it's been a while since i've been around any dogs, so - but he does seem sweet," she offered, despite maintaining her guard. "does he have a name? and, uh, what breed is that exactly? i'm only used to seeing mutts."
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where : the local animal shelter when : mid july who : @boneyardstarters
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"NO, I PROMISE, HE'S REAL SWEET. He's just overwhelmed right now. You understand that, don't you? A lot of people walk in and out of here, so you'd feel like too much was happening around you, too, if you were him," Annaki desperately pleaded to someone who had no interest in the dog she wrangled back after he went into a barking fit after seeing another across the parking lot even, an unexpected appearance. Once they managed to calm him, his true sweet nature was evident, kisses offered after he followed the commands of sitting and a small treat left their hand to his mouth. "That just wasn't the person for you. The perfect person would understand that you weren't expecting that dog to show up." Their soft cooing to the animal was accompanied with plenty of pets, then turning to excitement when someone approached. "See? Look at that! I knew all that barking wouldn't scare off everyone."
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starstckrs · 8 days ago
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endlessly relieved that not all was lost, that familiar, eye-catching smile which shined brighter than the las vegas sun appeared suddenly on their round cheeks. they normally were quite organized and regimented, hardly ever forgetting something as they kept itemized lists of everything they'd require for each day. still, sometimes things slipped through the infrequent cracks one encountered in daily life, and this was one of them. "thank you so much," they gushed, accepting the handful of coins they were offered. "god, i know, right? i don't know what i'd do if they closed early. i have long days sometimes - i'm a seamstress, so, work can be super time consuming. if only my apartment had in unit laundry, then i'd be living much larger." when he commented on the quality of the machines in the laundromat, they provided laughter. "i've saved many a dress from stains you'd think could never be erased. it's like they're made of magic or something."
you don't have to pay me back, by the way. instantly, hermione waved a hand around dismissively. "nonsense! if you ever stop by casual edge, i'll have a pocket purse full of coins for you to have. i just have to filter out all the canadian currency i always carry," then, they thought to elaborate on the factoid. "i keep them around still for good luck - just a weird superstition i have. and, well, it reminds me of home. are you from here? i can get homesick a lot, but i'm adjusting more each day. probably helped that i traveled a lot in the circus." talking someone's ear off was hermione's specialty, aside from sewing and acting.
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Twitching a little bit, Azazel was facing the larger washing machines. Glossy eyes watched the contents inside swish around in the faintest, tainted pink water. It was late, he shouldn't have been out this late. But there he was, washing some clothes, which was keeping him out at this ungodly hour of night. This time of night was the worst part of his day, and set the tone for the rest of it as it continued on. Panting lightly, he slouched slightly, closing his eyes as he remained focused on the task. A thin layer of sweat continued to be ever present, even in the cool night air. The sooner he was done, the quicker he could get the hell out of here and back home.
He was so focused on his laundry that he didn't even notice someone else was in there with him until they spoke up. Stiffening at first, he looked over to Hermione, golden brown eyes locking onto their own before he offered a smile, then started to dig around in his pocket, “Sure. I still have some to spare.” Taking his left hand out, he holds them out toward the other, “Thankfully, this place is open this late, huh?” He gestured to his washing clothes, “Gets the paint out of my tank tops better than the ones I have at home.” He was quiet for a moment as he stared at the machine washing away, “You don't have to pay me back, by the way.” He then said, not looking their way.
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