#you're my shooting star

[foursaints]

currently can’t stop thinking about dj barty doing sets in shitty underground clubs and playing the most god awful remixes of obscure post-punk with evan in the booth behind him sitting cross-legged on a speaker or something and looking somehow both entirely out of place and like he was sent from the heavens to be there. and he’s not even drinking or really listening to the music he’s just watching barty’s hands move over the decks completely unaware that when the strobe lights hit him he’s causing half the people in the crowd to think they’re having hallucinations that angels have started to come to earth, because everything from his shirt to the too-white whites of his eyes are glowing so brightly under the light that he literally has a halo. but anyway barty’s just zoned out playing off-beat bauhaus mixes till there are blisters on his fingers and occasionally glancing back at him to check he’s still there. etc etc.

they sleep during the day, in a one-bedroom with black mold & peeling wallpaper, to come alive at night. if you ask barty how he met evan, he'll laugh and tell you he fell from the sky right into his lap. barty used to steal credit cards from the purses of the girls he took home, and now he pawns the lost phones he finds after his shows, buys evan a popsicle on his walk home. feeds him from his palm, pets his head, and clicks his tongue to beckon him all like a stray cat. you can watch him weaving through crowds heading up the booth, evan mutely clutching his sleeve, shielding evan with his body.

bartoloměj always looks like he's trying to kill himself slowly, dresses like he doesn't exist outside the scene, chipped his front tooth clean in half with his tongue piercing. he's always got that Thing shadowing him (his little angel), who dresses like a schoolchild and doesn't speak, pay rent, dance, or do much of anything but stare. he's terrifying. whenever barty takes anything, evan obediently sticks his tongue out, expecting half (when barty spins out he always clutches evan's shoulders, asks: are you alright, rosie? are you alright?, even though evan is the one who's fine). barty loves the music. evan doesn't like any music much at all, but he appreciates the science of it, memorizes barty's hands. everyone knows they're together, but no-one asks if they're married or dating or anything. it's more like barty has a shadow, and they're going to live forever, a pair.

[sweetsuke]

narukana bffs. you agree 🫶

[radioves]

its quite shrimple actually

[tinderbox210]

Christina Chong and Ethan Peck + being Barbie and Ken at Dragon Con 2023 (x, x)

[coffeeworldsasaki]

Tagged by @notgreengardens ! Thanks it was really nice to think about this

Use this generator with your comfort albums

I've half cheated by putting a live album of Mika but I usually put a live performance of his when I'm depressed so

Tagging @tevinterspirit and @cozy-fish-crow

[waterloo-to-anywhere]

“well since i listened to Death on the Stairs naturally i gotta listen to New Love Grows on Trees and if i listen to NLGOT i HAVE to listen to Gin&Milk which means i should probably listen to Shiver (demo) which will bring me BACK to NLGOT which'll take me to Deadwood and if I listen to Deadwood I also need to listen to Heartt of the Matter and and”

[deiscension]

Would you guys still like me if I ended up writing a whole meta on Brand New City's double meanings for SQX. Would you.

[frommybookbook]

Della: Are we the fucking cutest? Perry: What do you think?

[rebornofstars]

* I know I’m technically a focus on art but I also want to chat as writer—what’s one of your favorite troupes that you rarely write whether it’s because you feel you can’t do it justice or just because you don’t? Me personally I am an AVID fan of mind bending/un-reality fics, but I can never write them to a satisfactory level. They’re so fun to read especially when they’re multi-chapter and you’ve gotta theorize on wtf is going on!!! It’s quirky and fun!!!! No one knows what’s going on and I ADORE that type of confusion. Learning to write is fun but I’m not at that level yet and I’m excited for when I can GGHRAAAHHH!!!!

OH BOY. oh boy. hello there thank you so much for the ask i absolutely love it. this took me a while to respond to because i had to get my thoughts in order 😅 i like a good never-say-never attitude, but there are many many things i write that are not as good as the blurry versions of themselves rotating around the inside of my head! the potential, u know? i can never do the potential justice. somehow i don't think that will ever change.

one thing i definitely struggle with is long-term character development - whether it's romantic, like a slow burn, or platonic or just in terms of narrative structure, whatever. i can't seem to get it happening to my satisfaction. i am so comfortable collecting snapshots of specific points of a character's journey, but when i try to slowly allow them to grow and change, it always feels cheap idk 😬😭 i'm also not so good at writing stories which span a longer period of time and/or have timeskips. it's mostly due to lack of practice with longer stories, and i'm working on improving!

in terms of more specific tropes or genres, though.... mysteries. i can never figure out how heavy or subtle the foreshadowing should be. comedy is also hard, although i've been practicing that one and i think i'm slowly getting the hang of a few different styles that are more humourous. and sometimes i read, like, Feist and Wurts' Empire trilogy, or Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind, and realise all over again i have a looooong way yet to go when it comes to introducing worldbuilding into a story naturally and intuitively. also, this might be silly, because the LU fic i'm most known for is literally about this, but reveals? i'm not so confident i can live up to the hype or satisfactorily fulfill the tension i've built. i hope my cursebreaker readers are not going to be disappointed by the payoff/reveal i have planned 🤞🤞😁

that being said, though, i keep writing all of those tropes and genres anyway, and it's really an honour to have the space and encouragement to be giving it a shot. i'm so grateful that all my recurring readers have put their trust in me and my ability to deliver a good story. throughout my childhood writing has always been a very solitary endeavour for me and i cannot express how much fun i've been having on ao3 over the last year, and tumblr the last few months. i've never had a fandom community like this before 💕 and i like to think that while i'm still growing my skills, i also have the potential inside me for anything, if i give it a good shot and keep at it. i think we all do.

i'm very sorry for all of this word vomit 😁 i guess, to chat as a writer, all i can say is i also LOVE reality bending stories, and they're SO FUN and you're SO RIGHT, and i don't have so much one problem writing as i do a lot of smaller more general ones, because i like to throw myself into my problems head-first, and i believe that you too have a million potentials inside you if you keep at it, and i for one am very, very excited to see where you go. i guess this whole answer was a gesture of enouragement, in the end. 🤩🥰

[jakelinestradlin]

[catgirljaneway]

everytime i see something about tuvix i am filled with inhumane rage ngl

[astrxlfinale]

"We don't have to stay up if you're too tired you know! I can catch the newest episode later if you'd rather go to sleep," Guinaifen hums as she reaches out to Caelus so arms can drape around his frame.

As much as she enjoys watching shows with the trailblazer, she also knows that they live vastly different lives and that there will be other demands out that that go beyond the mundane occurrences of their shared life. That, despite what one might think, doesn't bother Guinaifen. She knows, and she acknowledged the position of the lover of a nameless long, long ago. What matters to her is that they remain a part of one other's time as long as they have and can. Who knows when the stars might call on either one or when life will prove extra demanding. For now, she'll settle for this, the frame of Caelus against hers as hands settle on his shoulders in gentle, but firm, rubs.

The least she can do for the tired trailblazer is to offer some remedy for sore shoulders, a tender kiss provided on top of pale locks.

"We can probably just crash here on the couch," she muttered in between kisses, thumbs digging a little deeper against his muscles. Who even knew of all the things he had encountered in such short time. "Unless you want me to carry you to bed? I could do that~"

Naturally she would catch on. The days passing by have been both a waking dream, and a torrent of roaming through his course of exhaustion. Even now those unknown muscles were still giving a buzz of distaste to the fact he enjoyed the act of moving forward. The slow spins of time were always a reprieve he'd drink in eagerly, allowing those weary yet recovering muscles to receive their dues. It'd be within a loving embrace and a flash of coral that he finds such peace, that his body instinctively leans into that very security.

"Firekiss.. I owe ya." He doesn't, he know he doesn't by her terms. Just getting those words drawn felt like his very Caelus way of expression gratitude. That grace of her fair lips would never fail in igniting a smile, big and small to settle as he'd get lost in the magic of her hands. There was a lethal accuracy in how she lets them roam, strategically drawing focus to knots or tense areas before letting affection melt them away. His note of appreciative groans would be an undeniable sign that her foes were actively being vanquished.

"I'm gonna have to take ya up on that offer." For a change, he didn't beat around the bush or even tried to spruce the fun in their conversation. At the end of the day, she was just right and the tugging urge to let his body float about in the stillness of rest was tempting. Too tempting. To no one's surprise, the act in itself of going to sleep these past weeks hadn't been easy. Some stubborn, errant part of his brain felt compelled that to rest is to throw himself back into that Aeonic pool of oblivion.

Ena's dream was crushed, Ena THEMSELVES driven back to the rhythm of The Harmony.

Victory just didn't always bring a gratifying grail known as peace of mind.

In Caelus's opinion? The lack of a proper doubt slaying punch to the face was definitely the reason that Dominicus still crawled about in his dreams.

In the end, it'd be the arms and busied hands of his sweetheart that intends to do her part. Rather than be a pit of reassurances, the decision to let her support carry him was better, proper even. More of his weight would lean into those hands as his head lulled against the toned frame of her shoulder. Those equally weary arms would find themselves looping around her waist, savoring the welcomed warmth and the mere reality of just squeezing her closer to him.

A little longer, just a little longer would that lively impulse to explore his favorite series would have to wait. "Been.. Waitin to see if that theory was true for weeks." Comes a shaky moment of emphasis, hints of a grin draws across her shoulder where the fanning of his soft breathes built up. While the call of unconsciousness crests closer upon mental shores, that last playful insinuation managed to hook in before more elements begin to drift away as those eyes close.

"Only.. Ya get up.. Yourself.." Sleep for sleep and not any wild dreams felt too damn good.

Familiar paths were also very good for the Trailblazer.

@avaere

[averydeadshootingstar]

hshshsjsjdhs WHERE IS THE ROOM INSIDE THE MIRROR

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

My parents and I watched the season 3 finale of Star Wars: Rebels tonight and I can't believe my mom was the one who was like "WHY ARE THEY* ALL DYING?!" and I was the one being all, "don't worry I'm sure it will be fine." this is the most role reversal we have ever done.

(*to clarify I mean the rebels in general, the main cast was fine)

[likeamothtofame]

// tag dump <3

🍷 || 「 MINE. 」

🎬 IC || ❝ And… Action. ❞

💔 OOC || ❝ But I really wanted to shoot someone! ❞

🌃 RP || ❝ Just improv it! ❞

🎞️ Headcanons || ❝ I said I'll fucking kill you! And I will. ❞

🚬 Valentino || 「 I Could Make You A Star 」

📺 Vox || 「 How Vile Can You Be? 」

🤙 Velvette || 「 You'll Never Make It In The Business 」

🎙️Alastor || 「 Who’s The One Who Wrecked Your Life This Time? 」

⚡ The Vees || 「 Inmates Running the Asylum 」

🕷️ Angel Dust || 「 Hell's Favorite Boy Toy 」

🪽 Heaven || ❝ Well this just got interesting. ❞

🩷 Ship || ❝ Oh you know me too well. ❞

📱 Mobile || The Show Must Go On

🎥 Answered || ❝ Fucking FINALLY! ❞

🃏 Crack || 「 Welcome To My Hooker Palace 」

🍷 Aesthetics || 「 Cause You're Hotter Than The Sun 」

⭐ Promo || 「 Do I Know You? 」

✉️ Ask Meme || 「 Complaints Go Here 」

🪞 Dash Comm || 「 Suffering’s Just Another Perspective 」

🪶 Wishlist || 「 Better Cover Your Drink 」

[unhonestlymirror]

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