CLOSED STARTER FOR @maragoransson
anytime, anywhere!
“You know that’s really bad for your lungs, right?” he says at the sight of the cigarette between Mara’s fingers, his index finger unabashedly directed at it as he approaches. With the backpack he’s hauling and a pile of books in his hands, he does not simply walk - he waddles.
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LONG SLEEVES - GRACIE ABRAMS
If you leave me leaving in the morning
Could you just pretend that it was only wind?
‘cause I can't love you even if I want to
Got a lot to work through
You don't know where I've been
It’s been a long time coming
YOU ALREADY KNOW - BOMBAY BICYCLE CLUB
You said love was painted gold
Like all things growing old
The paint peels and slowly falls
You already know
LUCKY YOU - THE NATIONAL
Wherever you will ever be
You're never getting rid of me
You own me
There's nothing you can do
You own me
BACK TO YOU - GREG LASWELL FEAT. ELIZABETH ZINMAN
I know now you gave your best
That is all I ever really asked
And how it all went down
I'm all through putting all of that on you
And how I threw myself around
Trying to find the man outside of you
And how it goes is like this
All that I am and have these days can all be traced
Back to you
WHERE I FOUND YOU - FUTURE ISLANDS
I remember the drive with and without you
One road I took to catch you
The other road I took to leave you where I found you
And I remember that day
We sat in some strange bar
With nothing much to say
Nothing at all
I loved you
And I still do
You know I loved you
And I still do
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closed for: @maragoransson
location: spotlight cinema
time: shortly after dark
“I used to work in a movie theater, you know,” Theo started, holding the door to the cinema open for Mara. “My parents wanted me to get a job in high school. To build character, I suppose. Not sure how well it worked,” they joked, following closely behind. The warmth of the movie theater was welcome after the brisk chill of outside - December was pulling no punches when it came to the weather. Theo delicately unwrapped the handknit scarf from around her neck, undoing the buttons on her coat and staring around the lobby with a faint hint of cheer. Everything was well-decorated, in that Alby way Theo had come to expect - glittering garlands of tinsel reflected the lights from a detailed display near the front door. It smelled of fake butter and sugar and something else, an intangible sort of smell that seemed to linger in all movie theaters, even the ones back home. “Did you have any bad high school jobs?”
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3, 13, 23!
thank you for the ask, love :)
EOY asks
3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year
i wish i could say it was something deep and poignant and poetic but it's actually this:
Din woke in the middle of the night (as he so often did) to find Luke had slid an arm over his side and a leg between his calves. When he attempted to escape, in a vain mission to retrieve a glass of water from the kitchen, Luke curled his arm tighter around his waist and mumbled, “they’ll poke your fucking knees.”
He did not sleep after that.
(from the 60k post-mando-S2E16 monster that ate at me until i could not look at it without feeling misery)
13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year
i could write an essay on this question but
bro..... when that final strings passage hits tell me you start vibrating too
23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t
• leia organa character-study esque sort of thing (mara jade was in this; i was enabled and excited. unfortunately leia organa is cool and i am not)
• pre-bobf fennec + boba wlw/mlm solidarity backstory (involved way too much worldbuilding for my pea sized brain. anyway jon favreau has done god's work for this one; everybody countdown until 29/12)
• 5k-ish mando s3 hypothesis (also too much worldbuilding for my pea sized brain. furthermore i learned i was incapable of not making everything a sex joke)
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