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everlastlady · 11 months

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☕Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Here is another story for today then I'm going to go rest and scroll through Pinterest. Since it's hot and I wanna rest so my apologies if this one is short but I hope you enjoy and if you did then don't forget to comment, like, or reblog.

☕Word Count: 798

☕Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

☕Characters: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, & Cherri Bomb.

☕Question Of The Day: Favorite Way To Relax?

☕Author's Answer: Music, Pinterest, Guitar, & Sleeping.

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Female Hazbin X Goth Female Reader.

Charlie: The demon princess and you were complete polar opposites but you both loved each other. Charlie loved watching you do your make-up and sometimes she would help you. You both did each other's eyeliner. “ You know what would be cute if we did matching outfits! “ Charlie would say with a sweet smile and pleading eyes. You couldn’t say no to your girlfriend so you agreed. So you helped Charlie match in darker colors like you. Her father was surprised to see but when seeing you wear the same outfit. He saw why so he declared a family portrait. So Lilith and him dressed in dark colors and you all had your picture taken. Charlie made sure to treasure the moment with you. Charlie loved to play with your chains and bracelets. She found them adorable. Sometimes she would you collars, rings, and make-up. “ Hey (Y/N), I made you something. “ You would turn around to see that Charlie had made you a collar. You smiled and took the black leather collar and kissed your girlfriend. Charlie’s sweet smile always brightens your day so you would wear the collar every day. Charlie knew that you like spooky things so she would get you spooky little items that you would like. During movie night the two of you would cuddle and watch some horror movies. Charlie loved these movies. “ Maybe we could go see the new Ghoul’s Blood movie next month? “ She said while cuddling you.

Vaggie: Your girlfriend Vaggie always went to your concerts that you sang at. She loved hearing you sing and just projecting your voice out with your beautiful screams. She was also protective of you whenever fans try to run up on stage. She would watch you sign autographs and whenever it was cold you would place your black leather jacket on her shoulders. She would smile and if you weren’t looking she would smell the jacket. Vaggie would help you decorate your leather jacket and help you with your make-up. You both would paint each other’s nails. “ I brought you this bone. I found it while I was shopping at the store. “ She would hand you the demonic bird skull and you place it on your desk and give her a kiss. Before going to work, Vaggie would always have to make sure she wasn’t covered in black or dark red lipstick. “ (Y/N) stop I have to go to work! “ She would laugh when you kissed her neck and cheek. Sometimes Vaggie might match with you and the only thing you two have gotten close to with matching was shirts that you both made. Vaggie loved to help you dye your hair and she was careful when doing it. Using the best products for your hair because she wanted your hair to stay healthy. “ Are you sure you want this color? Because we aren’t going to dye again this month. You need to make sure to keep your hair healthy. “ She said in a serious tone. You had gotten a moth tattoo with Vaggie’s name underneath and this made her happy. “ Heh, I love you too (Y/N). “

Cherri Bomb: “ Fuck yeah goth girlfriend! ” Is what Cherri said when she asked you out when she tagged a wall asking you to be her girlfriend which you accepted because you loved her. Cherri loved the darker colors that you wore. “ You should let me cut up your jeans a bit. I can make them look cool even your shirts. “ She said with a smirk. You did let Cherri decorate some of your clothes and she did keep her word. She made them look cool so whenever you bought something and wanted it cool or darker then your girlfriend made sure to make it pop and make it fit your aesthetic. “ Shit when did you get taller? Oh, wait your short again? “ She would laugh seeing that you had bought platform boots. Which she thought was cool and cute. She would help you decorate your boots with charms. Going to concerts with Cherri was always fun. She knew how to dance and jam out. That you would record and take pictures. Cherri always got you tickets to see your favorite band or singer. “ You could poke someone’s eye out with those. “ Cherri would admire your sharp black painted nails. If she asked then you scratch her back which she loved. “ Ah, ~ Thanks, babe! “ She would kiss you. Speaking of kisses, Cherri loves when you kissed her wrist. She would always have you kiss her wrist before she left the house to go cause some chaos, she called it her good luck charm. “ I’ll try not to wash it off or smudge it. “ She would give you kisses in return. “ I love you so much. “

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maxdamax · 10 months

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100 reasons to keep living

idk who needs this right now, but i made this for my friend who was in a bit of a dark place and i hope this helped him through it. but i also made it for anyone else who might be feeling this way because i once felt the same. for anyone who relates, scroll to the bottom and read the last reason.

anyways, here are some simple joys of life to keep you going…

finding yourself

a smile that turns into a laugh

when you blush and when you stumble over a sentence

putting our arms around each other

bringing people flowers and having them bring flowers

getting drunk off of old fruits

having breakfast before the sun has risen

kissing your baby on the forehead (if you wanna have one)

going into a french bakery and deeply inhaling

dyeing your hair the colour of the sky

giving life changing advice to a stranger

just being really stupid, in a rlly funny way

meeting old friends, picking right back where you left off

being a significant other and appreciating them

playing chess or beating ppl at chess

learning about your culture, roots

clicking selfies with friends with weird filters

falling for someone

having someone cry for you

having someone miss you

reflecting over the moments that make up your life

long showers, deep thoughts, frank sinatra in the background

TAYLOR SWIFT DAMMIT SHE IS WOWWW

getting your driver's licence

milestones in relationships, anniversaries

weird friends becoming weird siblings

having someone to vent to

losing but having ppl who have your back

booping random dogs noses are sooo cute

having “our” song with a friend, family member or s.o.

german is a beautiful language and you gotta treasure it

having an extra 24 hours every 4 years

to discover your spirituality.

finishing a project you have worked weeks for

to find your soulmate, friend soulmates or different

to find your voluntary family

laughing so hard your stomach hurts

camping peacefully, one with nature

appreciating, discovering music

stargazing, alone, with a dog, friend, s.o.

blasting music while driving

hot chocolate on a cold day

binge watching your fav netflix's series

sunsets near the ocean / sea

stepping on crunchy leaves in the fall

birds chirping at 8am, popping bubble wrap

travelling, in your country or outside

sun showers after being in the cold

sleeping in on sundays

waves crashing on the beach

capturing beautiful moments on camera

being cosy with blankets and a thick sweater

building forts, (blanket, pillow or brick)

baking cookies with friends

long hugs with loved ones

going to your first concerts

bonfires with hoodies and singing

kittens being so awwww

rollercoasters going eeeeeee

having someone to love

running so fast your legs hurt & calves burn

looking back on old memories, making new memories

winning a sports game, or participating

the smell of rain, petrichor

karaoke, shouting songs, both old and new

dancing with your friends

being someone's favourite person, their go-to

feeling good after a great workout

smiling till your cheeks hurt

the perfect outfit, looking hot and feeling comfy

hearing “i love you”; hearing “i love you too”

lighting candles during a citywide blackout

to have children (or not, your choice ;)

taking a nice shower and sleeping in clean sheets

getting a cute tattoo, getting a badass tattoo

losing track of time with the person you love

you are loved, even if it's by me. please always remember that

tracing the person you loves collarbone

our blood is made up of stardust

having random squirt gun fights

go to grocery stores and sit in carts, pushing each other

resting your head on your friends shoulder, vice versa

confiding in someone, vice versa

random 2 am texts about the meaning of life

trekking, reaching the top of a mountain

having a beating heart and breathable lungs

cookies and milk with your granny

learning stuff, anything, the colour of a dodo bird for example

walking through a rich meadow

tasting the waves with my toes that are nipping at my feet

digging our hands in soil for no goddamn reason

discovering our soul

smiling when reading a cute text

the way you sleep after finishing a project

road trips with friends singing to throwbacks

finding a new friend

just not giving up, in cooking, in love, in friends

hugging someone, your face fitting in the crook of their neck

writing poetry at 3 am, having tumblr to share your poetry

idk who would have scrolled down and read the whole thing but if you did, i was once in the same place as you, finding reasons to live. but sometimes, all you need is to breathe, have a glass of milk and think about your dream future. and you will have a future. think about all the things you have yet to experience and live to see yourself experience them. and i know it might not feel like it, but we make more of a difference in other people's lives than we think we do. sometimes, all you need is a reminder to keep going on. take this as a sign. please live as much as you can. you have a future. so please have a chance to live it. it will get better so don’t you think you should stick around to find out if i'm right?

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trashworldblog · 1 year

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pretty fucking greatful i was born when [and where] i was

70s music (and i know none of the drama behind all of it)

just before i realized i was gay people were coming out dramatically on youtube

watcher (HEYY BESTIES!!! ILY MUTUALS /P)

honestly the whole youtube thing ive experienced was pretty good

friends!!! online!!! wowie so sick

hozier

lofi and indie pop

shrek as a childhood memory

not lobotomized

animal crossing

my job will literally be making video games

the cars movie

automatic blinds (I WANT THEM)

mental illness medication (ALSO WANT THESE)

not underwater cus of climate change

WERE GOING TO THE MOON AGAIN

car seat headrest

live music (also people dont dance at concerts i go to so musical artists notice me and dance with me 😭😭🙏)

gay marriage was legalized before i was politically aware so i never felt that loss

uhhhh unfortunately that last one isnt true cus we might lose it BUT WE HAVENT LOST IT YET

80s japanese city pop

mochas

city living is sick

rural living is also sick (for a little while)

pillows are soft

pokemon plushies

hellsite

ao3

the silly shane sweep project

the future project

cafe lights

fake flowers

elton john

billy joel

the witchcraft club

instant song streaming

crime shows

soft blankets

hot showers

nice smelling soaps

makeup

hair dye

butterfly clips and scrunchies

shitposts

long long posts

paragraphs about my favorite shows and topics

pink things in many places

target

starbucks

dollop

bubble tea

sushi

pasta

ice cream

traveling

orange fall leaves

sweet corn

lakefront chicago

dogs and cats as household pets

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cassiopeiasdaughter · 8 months

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Hi Lovely~ Please can I request a ❤️?

I’m Evie. Ava is actually an OC I created. I wish I was a twin but I am an only child. I’m 5”6, brown eyed, short wavy naturally black haired (used to bleach and dye it). Online quizzes and the stars ✨ define me as an INTP, Slytherin 🐍 , Horned Serpent, Taurus Sun, Virgo Moon and Virgo rising.

Academically I do quite well. I took Chemistry as degree cause it was most like potions ⚗️🧪 . But recently I had taught many students the wonderful mysteries of muggle science.

Relatively I am quiet except to those who know me and I’m comfortable with. People view me as bubbly 😊 and friendly and I can be. I am an over thinker. People would not imagine the lines I would cross for those I love and close to me nor how I would act when people cross my line or empty my patience.

I dabble in many hobbies - mostly creative arts 🎨. I love to sing <3 I have concerts everyday in every room of the house. Games 🃏👾 are a must in our household (board games and video games). I am not sports inclined - please never throw something for me to catch. 🍰🍫🍮 Dessert is my favourite course of the meal hehe

I am straight and I don’t mind which era my ship belongs in.

Thank you for reading 🙏🏼💞

Thank you for sending this 🫶🏼🥰

Okay so for starters, right off the bat you seem like a very determined and hard working person but your artistic nature and (dare I say) curiosity also make you a very intellectual one!

You are practical but you also have a love for things that require imagination and open an mind. You might just be the best of both worlds.

I love that you are loyal and wouldn’t think twice before defending and protecting those you love.

I think the perfect person for you would have to be creative or have an affinity for the arts. He would have to be entertaining and never bore you (and I mean this in the best way possible).

You’d love someone witty and humorous, who also knows when to be serious. So, someone who knows how to adapt socially, isn’t too stiff but also doesn’t have his head up in the clouds.

The only person that fits this description but also, in my humble opinion matches your vibe perfectly is our dear Draco Malfoy (!!!!!)

And let me sell you on this a bit more; we know he is witty and talented. He is sarcastic and he has a great sense of humor (so more points for his intelligence).

He isn’t too serious or childish, he is the perfect combination of the two. You’d complement eachother very well. I think he tends to be pessimistic and focus on the bad stuff in a situation , but you are both logical but also seem so positive (and a great advice giver, dare I say), so I think you’d be great at talking him out of his worries and the what ifs…

He’d chill out, your overthinking nature, calming and relaxing you and maybe distracting you by talking to you about anything he can. He really has no problem coming up with something to say, the boy is charismatic.

He would tease you, because ofc, I can sense a proper enemies/rivals to lovers sitiuation.

And you’d definitely get together after Hogwarts, mayyybe you’d work together at the Ministry? Or in a lab somewhere? He’d be amazed by your work ethic and how much love you put in what you do, but he’d tease you over it (because of course).

So.much.banter!

Your first date/or first time you spend out of work together would be at a karaoke place, he’d dare you to sing, you’d obviously accept the dare, and he’d fall inlove with you right there and then.

Tell me your thoughts on this!!!🤍

#shipping

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shibalen · 1 year

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♡ 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @jet-the-glaceon92

i match you with . . .

𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑶

Two completely different looking rays of sunshine that are more alike than anyone would've thought at first glance (◍ ´꒳` ◍)

This oni is wholly smitten with you. You are a little firecracker and he cannot comprehend how all that energy fits inside your tiny body. But you know what? It doesn't matter because if Itto likes you, he likes you and sweating about the details is a waste of time. He can focus on more important things, like making you the happiest, most joyful woman in the world.

I'll tell you though that it's your passionate, extroverted nature that Itto can't get enough of. The fact that you laugh with him, support him and get into shenanigans together without a second thought makes him feel like he's invincible. However, you are also in a way more sensitive than him which he admires.

His life was admittedly pretty darn good to begin with, but then you came along and suddenly life was shining in bright new colours?? You took everything he had and coated it with a layer of gold. From the way you understood his strive to protect his loved ones to his humour, you were like the perfect spice that he'd been missing from his life.

Many sleepless nights were spent on rambling to Shinobu and the rest of the Arataki Gang about you, telling them about his grand plans to take you out to the most extraordinary places. It occurred to him maybe halfway through that this mattered to him more than any other goal he had set for himself before.

Your opinion was more important than anyone else's.

Of course he is amazing in all aspects, that is a given, but if you ever saw him in a light that wasn't positive he might just tumble. So he holds you very dear to his heart. From (sometimes needlessly) protecting you from anything harmful to taking every opportunity to show off to you, Itto won't let it be unclear how head-over-heels he is for you.

♡ 𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

You needed someone to watch and walk your dogs (since one of them was a menace so you couldn't leave her alone💀) while you were busy during the day, and guess who was the first to respond to your request? That's right, Arataki the-best-pet-sitter-in-the-world Itto!

You knew he did odd-jobs around town and had experience in dog-sitting too, but when you met him at the park to make sure the dogs liked him, you hadn't expected to meet a mountain of a guy who looked like he came straight from a gang.

To be fair, he said he was the leader of a gang, not just any old member. But he was so kind, so full of life and seeing him interact with your dogs you couldn't help but trust him.

Except that he immediately teased you about how surprising it was that you could handle two dogs although you were so tiny (¯―¯٥)

But he did an amazing job. One time you came back home and even found Itto rapping to your dogs like he was giving a full-out concert lmao. After that you invited him to stay for dinner and his eyes went sparkle sparkle

You asked him jokingly if he charged extra for entertainment but he just winked at you and said "Nah, special service for my favourite customer."

Sounds sus I know but he really meant it :0

♡ 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩𝑺

"You have a crush on Deanna."

"Crush? Arataki the-one-and-oni Itto is too powerful to be crushed!!"

☝︎ an artistic recreation of the time when Shinobu first called Itto out on his simping. This big guy had a big storm coming.

When you date Itto you're basically dating a huge affectionate doggo that thinks it's a lapdog. Though your height difference is blatantly, adorably obvious, he can't keep his hands off you. Cuddles, hugs, hand-holding, using you as an armrest, and carrying you on his shoulders: it's all a package deal ♡︎

When he hugs you you just disappear somewhere between his arms and chest which, let's be honest, isn't that bad ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Whenever one of you gets the idea to dye your hair, the other one jumps the bandwagon. You've tired all kinds of funky colours but a matching highlight always remains on you both. Your next big project naturally is to get rainbow hair and show it off to the world!!

Spontaneous dates are your thing. Catch Itto calling you at 3am to get fries with him and showing up on your doorstep to take you to a theme park he happened to pass by. Basically he immediately takes you to any place he knows you'd think would be fun. He ain't missing a single opportunity to spend time with you, nuh-uh. No sir.

He introduces you to his granny who lives on a farm and his favourite ox Ushi <33

Oh the never-ending prank-wars between you. You keep track of all the successes and fails and nobody knows how you do it??

For example, you have to be really concise with what snacks you want him to get or else he'll think of a way to twist your words, and he can never trust you when you're playing video games cause you might lure him into a trap.

Despite often teasing you to no-end, Itto is really proud of you and loves showing you off to every person who will listen. You're the apple of his eye, the Bonnie to his Clyde, you know (ゝω･)

Good luck with all the awful pick-up lines though

"You're the oni one for me."

"Oh my god, Itto."

"Are you an onikabuto cause I've been looking everywhere for you!!"

𑁍 𝑱𝑬𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝑿

— favourite memory with you

For his birthday you decided to spoil Itto as much as he often spoiled you. You took him to the arcade first, vowing to win all the prizes he wanted, and he laughed. Not because he thought you incapable but your detmination was just so adorable he didn't know how else to relieve how flustered he was. In the end, you had a big competition on who got better scores on all the games until the manager had to come remind you it was closing time. But you just took him to the next spot: a karaoke bar where the Arataki Gang had prepared a huge party! You had a blast and Itto may or may have not shed a tear. What made this especially memorable though was the heartfelt kiss he gave you after everyone had gone home. And he thanked you for being there, for making this year the most special one so far in his life.

— favourite place to kiss you

Anyone who is familiar with Itto knows that his motto is basically go big or go home, and this applies here too. This man goes straight for your lips, no ifs or buts. He's very bold about it as well and won't hesitate if he has your consent. It's intimate and passionate, just like his feelings for you and showing this in public isn't a problem either. But he loves it the most when you're sitting on a coutertop or table, or if you're sitting/lying together so he can reach you better ♡

— favourite nicknames to call you by

This one is hard to say cause Itto's vocabulary just keeps infinitely expanding when it comes to your nicknames. It can range from anything chill like Dee-Dee to something cheesy for example munchkin' to a more adoring one like princess and babe all depending on the mood and situation. If you've see the pic where the person keeps texting the other weirder and weirder nicknames until they respond, yep, that's Itto with you :)

❦︎ 𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑩𝑶𝑿

— Being two peas in a pod is not always sunshine and rainbows, especially when both parties are not only stubborn but also full of pride. Arguments happen as they do between everybody, but what happens to admitting being at fault?

— It was a stupid joke that started it. You and Itto were hanging out, laughing with the gang as you had lunch together at a family restaurant. Then Akira jokingly asked if you never got annoyed by their boss' loud chewing. Of course you didn't, but going along with the joke you shrugged and said he was loud anyway so you were used to it.

— Itto immediately countered by saying that this made the two of because you were just like him, and you ended up arguing about who was the loudest. It would've been all fun banter had it ended there but it quickly took a turn for the worse when you began trying to find flaws in the other overall just for the sake of having the last word.

— You couldn't tell at which point did you become genuinely angry but for Itto anger had always been like a switch; he was either a-okay or almost completely, freightingly mad. Now realising your words had truly stung each other and nothing could be laughed off, you parted ways there and then.

— Why should you apologise first when all Itto thought of you as was a breathing stressball? Why should Itto apologie first when you only saw him as brainless and pathetic as a stump of wood?

— Why won't you talk to each other when love is about loving someone with their flaws instead of in spite of them?

♡ runner up: Scaramouche

note: hello, I hope you enjoyed your matchup! Rip ink box cause I honestly just wanted to write you guys arguing about something silly like in which order to pour cereal and milk into a bowl and laugh about it💀 Anyway, thanks for the request, I hope you're taking care of yourself ♡

#len's matches #matchups #genshin impact matchups #jet the glaceon92 #genshin impact x reader

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k--ian · 2 years

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bucket list

unedited, grammatical errors.

you don't really care about anything but if it's about jace? you might as well give your house away just to know what it is.

everything you did is for jace.

sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night just to finish the bucket list you badly want to do.

first on the list, is to have a stroll near the beach with someone holding your hand and you fulfill it with jace.

second, is to drive a motorcycle in the middle of the night while hugging someone. and again, you fulfill it with jace.

third, is to attend the concert of one of your favorite bands. and of course, and again, you fulfill it with jace.

everything is on the list, stoling a convenience store? dyeing and bleaching your hair? bungee jumping? you name it.

and again, you fulfil it all.

with jace.

"what's else on the list?" he asked, peeking on the list but you moved away and hugged the note so he wouldn't see the list. and that make him frown. "why you're hiding it to me?"

"it's a secret." you placed the one inside you bag and starts eating the remaining ice cream on the paper cup. once you were finished, you stood and throw it away while jace eyed you. "why you're looking at me like that?"

"i'm just shocked. you changed a lot ever since we met."

"really?"

"yeah, you're crying out loud for not having your favorite flavor when i first met you."

"oh please, i still did."

"yeah, but you look uglier now."

"what?"

he chuckled. "now what we'll do?"

"stroll. at the beach."

"again? as far as i remember that's the first thing we did."

"yeah, but that's where we'll fulfill the end of list."

he didn't ask any further questions and all you both did is rode his bike and went straight near the beach where you both fulfill the first list on your list.

as soon as you both reached the beach, you offered a hand which he gladly accepted. both of you starts to walk along the beach.

and oh, he has your shoed don't worry.

"so what's the twi-"

"break up with me." you didn't look at him or just glance all you did is to walk but stopped when you felt him stopped.

"are you joking right now?"

"no, that's on the list. the last one." you said. looking down. you couldn't look at his eyes because you know that once you did. you'll break.

"no, i won't."

"you promised... that you'll fulfill this list."

"you're being ridiculous. you want me to break up with you? for what reason?"

"because it's on the list...?"

"are you serious?" you didn't answer. you just looked down as you felt his hand gripping yours as if there's no more tomorrow to look for. he sighed, "okay. let's break up." he didn't let go of your hand and pull you out of the waves instead.

he kneeled, using his handkerchief to wipe your feet before he placed your shoes on both of your feet.

seeing the back of his head and the move he's doing makes you cry. the tears you're preventing to fall starts to fall.

he didn't said a word as soon as he finished.

"wipe your own tears. i can't offer my handkerchief now that i used to your feet."

he turned his back and walked away while you stand there. wiping your tears just what he told you.

and that's where the list ended.

• to experience heartbreak.

#lookism #lookism webtoon #webtoon #webtoon lookism #jace park #jace x reader #lookism jace

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hollyhomburg · 2 years

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Once again, reading the latest update on BILY makes me feel so single like I WANT A GIRLFRIEND OF MY OWN TO PAMPER WITH HEELS, GET MATCHING HAIR DYES WITH AND AND (as a part time makeup artist) PUT MAKEUP ON EACH OTHER BEFORE OUR DATES TOOOOOO

Also, I hope you're not too sad about the military enlistment news 😔 We all need a comfort circle at this moment, I think

honestly though, the idea of having a girlfriend who you could do all the little special girl things with, shopping dates, that weird feeling you get at night when it's like- "do you wanna try out new makeup that no one but us will see?" saying stuff like "i saw this lipstick and thought of you." wearing matching dresses, sharing jewelry-

god on the idea of sharing jewelry i get overstimulated by jewelry really easily cuz sensory issues, and i usually loose things really easily because i'm always taking them off halfway through the day if i'm wearing them at all. But imagine having a gf who was just like "oh let me wear it until you can baby" THAT SHIT SLAPS FOR ME

as far as the enlistment news, alot of things about it makes me so so anxious- i've got a bit of trauma around guns and shit and the idea of bts becoming familiar with them is like... shit. i'm not going to talk about it because i'm afraid it will come across as belittling. there's so much to think about.

if i'm being honest, i think we all sorta knew that a bad-ish response or announcement was gonna come after the concert- and tbh for me, i wrote the last chapter to be as fluffy and innocent and happy as possible because i knew people might need a bit of comfort. the creatives of the fandom aren't going to go anywhere, hopefully i can finish bily by the time they get back 😭

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sluttyten · 1 year

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yay! glad you finally got your nose pierced AND got nct dream tickets!

Yeah!! It’s very exciting! I made sure I had the tickets before I mentioned the septum piercing to my parents because I didn’t want my mom to revoke her offer of going to the concert with me 😂 but earlier I told her I might want to bleach and dye my hair before the concert and she didn’t like the idea of that

#asks #but also the hairstylist I went to my whole life retired a couple years ago #and I’ve only gotten my hair cut once since then and now that girl is booked and busy and probably couldn’t squeeze me in any time in the #next month so MAYBE if I really want it I could ask the guy I got my nose pierced with if his friend who does his hair could do mine #but I think they’re still in beauty school? unless I misunderstood that and no offense but I don’t want anyone in beauty school to do my hai #hair* because my hair’s long and dark and if they don’t know what they’re doing it would totally fry my hair off and I would want to off #myself in that situation #but I wanna do the iconic renjun hair #like I attempted before but I did it at home and it wasn’t great #so I want a hair professional to do it but I’m gonna keep it long though chopping it off isn’t the worst option #I just love having long hair

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toomanybandstocare · 2 years

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{Florence + The Machine Concert Thoughts}

so i just wanted to come on here and talk about the incredible experience of seeing Florence and the Machine live.

they were the first live performance i saw since quarantine and shut down has opened up quite a bit. it felt like coming home in the way that Florence encouraged us to be there in the moment. disconnect from social media and the outside world, and just enjoy the evening with the wonderful people in the stadium.

i will admit- i was never a huge florence fan. i enjoyed some of her songs. i was here on tumblr during 2014 when it seemed like every post had a quote from her work. but i didn't connect with it. my mum, on the other hand, is a hug fan and has been from the start. so this was her birthday gift and she was amazing enough to let me bring a friend with us. the two of them are huge fans and have a stronger connection with florence's work than i did before this concert.

this concert had me in tears by the end of the night. florence is such a wonderful and genuine human being, and it truly comes through in her thought process and how she carries herself. the entire night, she had the stadium engaged and in awe. i might dare say, she is my generation's equivilant to bowie or kate bush when how ethereal and care she puts into her performances. at one point in the night, she even pulled a lenny kravitz and ran around the pit area and performed on top of the sound equipment boxes before returning to the stage.

she is truly a performer, and if you can see her live- you need to. the attention to detail and artistry from her songs, to the composition, to the set, to the lighting, to her movement- it all comes together to create a beautiful story.

her show also felt like i was being welcomed home to music. for the past couple of years, i've felt like a poser (which i hate the entire concept with my entire being, ask me about it sometime if you're curious) calling myself a punk or alt music fan. i don't always were typical punk outfits anymore. i'm trying to fall in love with my pin/patch jacket once again. i don't dye my hair once a month or have a pixie cut anymore. but it felt like that truly didn't matter in this moment. that i could just be who i am and how i see myself while coming together to experience a beautiful concert, and that's all that matters. i felt safe, loved, and empowered listening to florence's music and words.

i have a couple more concert/festival/live music performances next month so i'll do a few more show thoughts. :) fell free to drop an ask about music or if you just want to chat!

#camp halfwit bulletin post #counselor mythos post #counselor mythos rambles #music #music reccomendation #music performance #music talk #florence and the machine #concert #live music #music recs #music thoughts

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schizo2709 · 2 years

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So, in light of yesterday’s PEL event I thought I might as well post a couple of pictures from two PEL events from last year. Sacrilegious as it most certainly is, I wasn’t even a fan back then and therefore didn’t have any pictures saved. Turns out, trying to find pictures on Weibo from a year ago is not all that easy. It might have to do with the language barrier...or my lousy searching skills. Anyway...without further ado...

May 2021

(Testing out blond hair with a blond wig. *g* Hopefully, he won’t dye his hair red before the next concert. Would be a shame to miss out on some beautiful styles with long blond hair. I mean, we haven’t had this yet! But then again, if he wants to dye his hair red, I hope he does. He should never hold himself back. Not ever.)

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July 2021

(July 2021 was not a good month. Rumours, anti attacks, you name it. And all of this shortly after his mother had passed away.)

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#hua chenyu #华晨宇 #華晨宇

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suckitsurveys · 2 months

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1. Who was the last person you forgave? How long did it take you to forgive them? I mean, I am constantly telling people “no worries” lol. But as for like real, meaningful forgiveness, it’s been a while since I had to do that.

2. Is going mushroom hunting in the woods something that would interest you? Sure.

3. What is your favorite junk food? How about your favorite health food? Depends on your definition of junk/health food.

4. Are you listening to anything right now? Do you normally listen to music while you take surveys? I’m currently listening to my coworkers being absolutely annoying.

5. What were you doing the last time you hung out with a friend? I went out with Lolly last night to get sushi.

6. Is there anything about you that might cause others to dislike you? I'm sure there is. No one likes everything about everyone.

7. Is there anything you’re really particular or specific about, anything that has to be done a certain way every time? Ohhhh tooooooons of stuff. Actually probably one of the reasons people might dislike me hahahahha.

8. Are there any chores you need to get done today? Not particularly.

9. Where was the last place you went shopping and what did you buy? The grocery store haha.

10. What was the last big change you made to your physical appearance? Dying my hair I guess. I need to dye it again before the Olivia Rodrigo concert

11. Are you more likely to shut people out of your life or try to fix things no matter what? Depends on what/who it is.

12. Where was the last place you went out to eat? Is going out something you enjoy or would you rather cook at home? I got sushi at Royal last night with my friend Lolly. I like doing both.

13. If you have any pets, do they seem to notice when you’re sick or sad? Yes, Ramona does.

15. Is anything you’ve done lately going to matter in a year? Yes, I have been going to the gym almost every day and I’m expecting at least some results in a year lol.

16. What was the subject of your last phone call? Technically that was when I called in to the morning meeting for work today.

17. Are your hobbies something you’d rather do alone or with others? I mean, some with people, some alone.

18. Is there anything about yourself that you’re trying to improve? My health.

19. What are you doing today? Working and then going to the gym and then going to see S Club hahhahhha.

20. What did you dream about last night? I can’t remember.

21. When was the last time you visited relatives? Do you see extended family often? My cousin Kelly and her daughter. I see them a lot.

22. What was the last relaxing thing you did? Going out with my friend last night was relaxing.

23. Will this weekend be better than last weekend? Yes, I am going to the Dells this weekend and into Monday and Tuesday too.

24. When was the last time you were there for a friend? Yesterday.

25. Do you have any jewelry you almost never take off? Yeah, I always have a nose ring and earrings in.

26. What are some of your favorite words? Eh.

27. Do you have any journals from when you were younger? If so, do you ever go back and read them? Not really.

28. Are there any holidays you used to celebrate, but no longer do? Eh. I’m not a huge fan of celebrating the USA’s birthday but I’ll still bbq some shit and light a sparkler or two.

29. What was the last occasion for which you dressed up? Christmas Eve.

30. Is there anything you wish you could say to anyone? Yes.

#surveys

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thechroniclesofahotgirl · 7 months

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Venus Retrograde

I had just gotten home and threw my stuff down at the table by the door as quickly as I could. My group and I were riding together to the concert and I was the last one to get off work. I knew we were going to be in the grass and I had debated wearing jeans or not all day. I am allergic to grass, so it's always a gamble when I go to the amp. Sweat my ass off, or have an allergic reaction to grass!

I opted for the sweat.

I was going to be sweaty no matter what. Might as well not double down with allergic reactions. I still looked good. I also just realized at this point I had not eaten all day.

I remember being nervous to go to this concert. I was on my second day of work at a new job. An office job where I told them straight up, I need the health insurance and I have about 5 brain cells to rub together - which is still more than the average.

I had waited months for this concert, and I barely remember it.

By the time we were walking out of the door I had landed on light green botched tye-dye cropped tank. I was having a good boob day, and I'll be damn If I would miss a chance to enjoy a low-cut shirt.

Plus my hair was already so dirty, and I did that thing where I gave myself mermaid waves. That is always such a 50/50 shot because sometimes my bangs just aren’t long enough for that, so now I needed the distraction from my forehead.

We were literally in a swamp in central Florida in late July just at sunset. Walking out of the AC felt like stepping through a portal that instantly made your skin wet. I didn’t realize it at the moment, but it reminded me a lot of when we went to our first concert together.

I say that like we went to some fantastic amount of concerts. We went to 2.

Still, I was anxious, hopped up on like 6 cups of coffee, and feeling about as confident as I could. I had also just gotten home from a pretty insane road trip, but I’ll tell that story another time.

Everyone was sweaty by the time we gotten to the secirty check point. I knew this was going to be the kind of show I wouldn't even need to pee because the beer was going to seep through our skin. As if the air wasn’t dense with moister enough already. We climbed across the top of the lawn at the back. There was so little room it kind of worked out that we didnt have a blanekt.

My eyes scoured for a spot like 2 little lasers scaring for an opening in the grass for me to enjoy my glizzy. I thought it was best to at least attempt to not pass the fuck out. I fucking destroyed that thing too. Ended up taking all my lipstick off with it.

The grass, like everything and everyone else was damp. Another perk to wearing dark jeans. It was no joke that 100% humidity was an over 100 degree ft real feel.

I swear even the pavent was sweating.

The crowd around us was already robust and electric. Or maybe it felt that way because Fall Out Boy who (we were seeing) just had a song with Taylor Swift come out that was literally called Electric Touch.

I remember it was not too long before my bra ended up in my purse. Small tits are really the tits sometimes.

For fucks sake though there must have been a homing pigeon chip in your dick.

We could not have been further away from the entrance. You actually did not see us at first. It was not until my friends unsuspecting and forgetful called out your name as you turned away from the bar cart behind us.

I dropped so fucking fast I really don’t think you saw me.

There was a brief moment in time when I just needed to emotionally prepare for the night I was about to have.

Then you and the girl you were with walked over.

I knew I didn’t have to do anything at all though. I could feel your eyes on me like they were inflated cartoon eyeballs popping out of your head and practically knocking me over. I couldn’t blame you. With this kind of heat and with you standing even remotely near me I was feeling it too. Putting us together in an enclosed space eventually would make even the most conditioned air room feel exactly like the swamp creatures we were about to be at that moment.

Everyone made each other acquaintances. At which point my two lovely friends were off to meet up with more of our friends and bring them to our little spot. Leaving me alone with D and his nice coworker. It wasn’t until we were standing there awkwardly that it even hit me that you and I were matching. To my large splotchy light green crop top was your same shade of green light Hawaiian floral shirt. Both are in black jeans with no holes and black and silver belts. I sent a video to M because I knew she would understand both the irony and what was to come.

A night of my least favorite cat and mouse game. You were like a mouse that wanted the attention of a cat that wanted nothing to do with you.

Someone really fucked you over. You loved nothing more than when I wanted nothing to do with you. Which is insane when you consider I was so willing to love you. You have to be deeply, deeply hurt to only feel deserving of attention when it’s negative.

You were the one who wanted to end things, so it's not really like I could have chosen to run up to you, wrap my legs around you as you hugged me, and pick me up off the ground.

So I sat still like a flower while a bee came for nectar and pollen. Or at least I didn’t go out of my way to talk to you or be next to you.

One thing I would give you is that being around you made me feel like a kid. I loved getting to think about nothing but music and who Taylor Swift was singing about while going song for song with a cute boy.

Your coworker seemed to get upset a few times which was confusing since you were single since the last I had seen you a few weeks prior. She would pull you away and I would be enjoying myself and the next thing I’d know is you were next to me, then in front of me, asking me if I wanted a beer. We sang together and you told me fun facts about how the song were we singing by Bring Me the Horizon was structurally similar to a Taylor Swift song.

I thought you were fucking with me until you started singing the Taylor Swift song over the one we were currently singing.

A bit after that I was on my knees facing my friend and looking up at you as you asked if I wanted another. I knew chugging a beer and letting a little drip down my chin was something you thought was hot. I did a little swing and said sure.

Then the Florida heat took over my whole entity.

I added, “Don't you miss when I used to look up to you from this angle?”

You weren’t even taken aback. It was like I had waved the green flag.

I don’t remember exactly how the rest of the night went, but I did remember you got down on your knees, placed your hand on my collarbone, and kissed me.

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October 2010: "Until I Sleep"

Los Angeles Police Department, Officer Dawe: Interview with “Dani California”

I went gray in elementary school. At first I just left it that way, but when dealing with the other kids got too hard, I started dying it. By then the damage was done, though, so it didn’t really help all that much. It wasn’t until Calez entered middle school with us that I started just wearing it gray again. He wasn’t called Calez then – I mean, that’s a nickname I gave him, not his real name – and he wasn’t as much of a scruffy musician either, and I guess if he had been he might have fit in better. He could have passed as a stoner that way. But back then, he hadn’t grown into his lankiness so when he walked it was like a daddy longlegs on ice. He did have the beginning of the goatee then, but his hair was too tidy for it. Turns out he needed the shaggy brown mop to complete the look.

Anyway, Calez has been into the flute for pretty much his whole life, so he was already a crazy talented flutist when he came, and he joined the school’s concert band right off and put everyone else to shame. They were struggling over sixteenth notes while his fingers choreographed strings of thirty-second notes. He’d add mordents to the compositions and play in harmony to the rest of the flutes when he got bored. So he inhabited this bizarre place in the school’s social spectrum. On the one hand he was this awkward music nerd with no appeal to the ladies, but on the other he was too talented to not leave you staring slack-jawed. For the first few days, the other kids jeered at him, and that landed him in with me and the rest of the misfits, but then the band held practice. After they heard him play, people had respect for him, and since he’d already fallen in with the losers, that meant we gained some points by association. And me? I was already becoming his best friend, y’know? So I stopped dying my hair, and in high school I decided to kick it up a notch, dye my tips crazy colors. Eventually I settled on the pink, but I went through the whole rainbow, mixed it up, just whatever I felt like. That’s when I started dressing in neon colors and accessorizing, too.

Well, anyway, the two of us were pretty much inseparable before long, so after we spent high school learning trivia through a haze of smoke – I’ll let you guess what kind – we figured we’d just go to the same college. I mean, neither of us were very into the idea of college, so I just picked a random state school and went with it. Calez tried in some other places, though. He actually got into Berkeley, but we were in Florida then, and Massachusetts was too far away, he said. So he was going to state school with me, in the end. We never wound up going, though.

Y’see, we had both packed all our stuff up, just had a duffel bag to carry us through the week before we moved, y’know? So one of those nights in the middle, we’re bored out of our minds. Our college was starting later than all our friends’, so it was just the two of us, and that was alright of itself, but all our things were packed away and that left standing around in the Floridian sun. I don’t know if you’ve ever spent a summer in the swamp that is Floridian heat, but it is not an atmosphere you want to walk through while having skin. So that pretty much left us with malls and waiting until night took the edge off a little.

We headed into town sometime in the afternoon; Calez had his flute, something he’d busted his savings on, and I had a pair of drumsticks and a tambourine ‘cause I’d taken up percussion so that the two of us could jam. I’ve got a decent sense of rhythm, and Calez pretty much taught me anything else I might need to know, so we’d go down to Miami, lay out Calez’s flute case, and just jam for a few hours at a time. When we got to the city on that particular day, though, it was sweltering so we set ourselves up in an air conditioned shopping center, sometimes jamming, sometimes dodging security, and sometimes just window shopping. Sometime after the sun had set, a group of security guards finally caught up with us and kicked us out for playing in the mall without permission. It was still too hot to be out, really, but we figured it would cool down soon so we wandered into the party district.

A couple weeks before this, a new nightclub had opened up down there. It was some kind of gay bar, and it was drawing customers like sugar draws ants. No one really seemed to be sure why since it wasn’t offering anything particularly different than any of the other gay bars in the area, but rumor had it that the place had male dancers just being sexy for the crowds and that one of them was particularly stunning. It didn’t really matter to us why the place was overflowing with people, though. Me and Calez were out to jam and make a little pocket change that night, so we headed down to the new club and parked ourselves close enough to get the attention of the people trying to get into it but not so close that its local pounding would drown us – well, mostly Calez – out.

We actually made a decent sum that night. The line into the club was long enough and boring enough for people to notice us and anyone who’d come in a group would send one of their party over to give us what they could spare. Since we’d gotten out there so early in the evening, the crowd just engorged the longer we stayed out there, so we were there for a pretty long time. Long enough for some of the dancers to come out and take a break.

We weren’t even paying attention, really, so we didn’t see them come over. Calez was just immersed in his playing, rocking with it, feeling it with his whole body, completely gone in the melody, and I had the tambourine out then so I was spinning and dancing and whooping, keeping beat and throwing in little rhythmic flairs. We just had a party of two going on right then; we were in our element. And then, bam! There’s these four slim gay guys around us, and they’re dancing with me, and one of them is singing nonsense lyrics, and another one’s invoking the spirit of Stomp, and then there’s this one just leaning against a building, smoking a cigarette, watching, and when I saw him, I stopped breathing.

I mean, he was Michael. Hair like terracotta and skin like sand and – the ridiculous part - eyes the color of blue highlighters. No joke. There he was, a tangible waif of a man in too-tight pants with a light sweater as if he weren’t in Florida, dragging on his cigarette so that the ember illuminated his face and the smoke curled through that red-brown hair falling into his face, hiding the ice of his languid stare. Michael. He just stood there with one arm folded over his chest, one foot against the wall, watching so that you knew he was watching without ever actually catching him at it.

Well the dancing guys noticed what I was staring at – I mean, I’d just stopped mid-spin, mid-laugh – and they laughed at me and said, “Don’t worry about the old sourpuss! Come on, come on, get dancing!” So I did. I danced with them and laughed with them for their whole break – you’d think they’d be tired of dancing, but no - and I kept watch on “the old sourpuss” the whole time.

Well, they had to get back to work, so they left us some money and asked us to come back another night. I told them we would, for sure. Michael tapped his cigarette out against the wall and led the rest of the dancers inside. Calez was still playing then; he actually more or less missed this whole episode. When it got late enough that we had to get back home, I had to explain what had happened to him. He agreed to come back to that spot partially for the money but mostly because he wondered why I was so eager about it. I mean, I explained to him what Michael looked like, but Calez just laughed and said, “I doubt that dancer’s prettier than you.”

Well, so we came back the next night, and the dancers joined us again, and Michael watched again. So I elbowed Calez in the side when they came, and he opens his eyes and looks where I’m pointing him, at Michael. Calez’s flute gives this stutter, the wind getting knocked out of him, and I don’t know how, but Calez managed to recover in a beat, and he was right back to the flow of his melody like nothing happened. Michael noticed it, I think. He glanced up at Calez and gave this little nod.

Well, the dancers left us money and followed Michael back in a little after that, and I said to Calez, “Well?”

Now, Calez, he’s bi, so I was expecting him to have tingles in his stomach as much as I did. Well, Calez just watched the door to the club for a while, and finally he says, “Well. He’s striking.”

I said, “Striking? Is that it?”

Calez shrugged. “I can’t get excited about someone I don’t know.” Then he grinned and elbowed me in the side. “You’re prettier anyway,” he said.

So I punched him in the arm for being stupid, and we jammed for a little longer before heading back home.

We kept going down to that corner to jam at nights for pretty much the whole week before we were supposed to move in. It was addicting, in a way. There was one night where my mom decided she and I needed to spend an evening together “like a family” – as if we counted as one after dad left – before I headed off to college, so I couldn’t go to the club to jam. Calez went without me, mostly because I told him to, though, and he said that the dancers had shown up again and told him they were disappointed that I wasn’t there. I had spent the whole night just shaking, I wanted to be down there so badly. I asked Calez, “What about the blue-eyed one?”

“He didn’t say anything.” I must have looked upset because he added, “He never does, Dani. He probably noticed you were missing, though. How could he not?”

We were pretty much obligated to spend the night before we left with our parents, and I was planning on stopping in to see Calez’s folks then too since they’re as much mine as they are his. We made it a point to be at the club the night before that.

We set up shop and started jamming, and a handful of hours later the dancers came out for their break, and Calez had this lively melody going on, and I had so much energy that night. We were glowing with the music, and the dancers noticed. They picked up on the energy, and they danced with me like they never had before. We were all just pure energy, writhing in between the waves of heat coming up off the sidewalk.

While we were dancing, one of them asked, “Is this a special occasion?”

I said, “It’s the last time we can be here!” They pretty much all gave some version of “No!” so I told them, “We’re supposed to move soon.”

Well, Michael was leaning against the wall as usual when I said this, but he was also watching like usual, and he heard. He tamped out his cigarette on the wall; it was only half-finished. He stood up straight, stretched, and walked into our dancing circle, evolving from an aloof observer into a party creature not only wrapped up in the music but being pulled by it. It was as if every limb and joint were connected to the notes flying out of Calez’s flute; he moved to the music like it was a way of life, not just the act of dancing, and he let it pull him wherever it would.

Once he was in the circle, our collective energy doubled, and we were a frenzy. The line outside the club started cheering, and some of them were clapping, and some of them were dancing, and the security guard couldn’t help but tap his foot, and it was beautiful. There was a transcendence in it.

We probably could have kept up at that the whole night, into the morning, through the day; hell, we could have kept that up for the rest of our lives, if we had a chance. Calez cut us off, though. He wound the song down and stopped. All of us except Michael were pretty much caught mid-stride. Michael followed it down, though. He collapsed with it, subsiding.

I turned to Calez, and I said, “What the hell, man?”

He said, “There’s a guy in a business suit over by the club. He looks kind of pissed.”

The dancers swore. One of them said, “Oh shit, break’s over.” They all hugged us and said they’d miss us and ran back over to the club, apologizing to the guy in the suit. All of them except for Michael. He was still standing with us.

This was the first time I’d seen him up close, really, and I was hit by his overwhelming physicality. His simple physical presence in a space just obliterates anything else. He’s there, and that’s the only thought your mind can really hold. He’s there, and he’s real, and if you touched him, he’d be a firm, solid body under your hand. But you don’t dare to touch him because it would be too much. You’d be overloaded. Because he’s got the shoulders of Adonis, he’s “Venus as a Boy,” he’s an anchoring point in your space that leaves you crossing your legs and whimpering. And then, oh, and then he flashes you one of his cocky, winning smiles, and you know you should hate that confidence, hate the assured way he looks at people, but you can’t, and you melt. You’re not a person; you’re just a pile of jelly, wiggling giblets, and what is breathing again?

Somewhere in there, your ears stop burning, and you remember that you have a pulse. You’ve got tunnel vision, but the helium in your skull is seeping away, and you realize he just said something to you. What he said is “Hi. I’m Michael. You guys are pretty good.”

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Part of my brain knew I needed to be responding, but it couldn’t scrabble any language together.

Calez said, “Thanks, man,” and it sounded normal if you didn’t know Calez, but I do, and I could hear a little breathlessness there.

Michael flashed us a grin. He looked at us from the corner of his eye, looked at the guy in the business suit who was still standing outside the club, glaring at Michael now and tapping his watch, and then Michael swung his body around to us, looked us in our faces and said, “You wouldn’t happen to be off to college, would you?”

I blinked. There was air in my lungs again. “Yeah,” I said. “We’re supposed to hit up state school. How’d you know?”

He shrugged. “I been around. You’ve got that look.”

Calez said, “You’ve been around? You can’t be much older than us. Three, maybe four years?”

Michael laughed. “You’re sharp. What’s your name?”

Calez gave him his real name – which I sure as hell ain’t telling you – and then asked him to call him Calez.

“Calez?” Michael said.

“It’s what Dani calls me.”

Michael nodded to me. “I take it you’re Dani?”

“Yeah. It’s a nickname, too, though. I don’t suppose Michael’s your real name?”

“It isn’t.” He laughed. “It’s easier to not be found when no one knows your birth name.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to be found?” Calez asked.

Michael rubbed the back of his neck, furrowing his brows just a little, and I nearly died on the spot. “Aaaah. Well you know how society is. They find you, they make you live by their rules. You gotta get a job, or you can put that off with college, but either way you gotta get a job, and they mean a respectable job.” He laughed. “Thing is, if you stay in one place too long, even unrespectable jobs start making demands.” He glanced back at the man in the suit, who was fuming. “What say we go for a walk, lady and gentleman?”

I tripped over myself agreeing while Calez said, “What about your job?”

Michael just shrugged, beaming. “What job?”

We gathered up our earnings, and Calez put his flute away. Michael hustled us away from that street, ignoring the shouts of the man in the business suit, and walked us down toward the water, making idle chat along the way. Mostly, he inquired about our lives, drawing out every fact about us that there was to know while deflecting almost every question we asked about him. Where was he from? Some Podunk town up north; nothing worth mentioning. Where did he live in Florida? Everywhere. How long had he been in Florida? Not as long as he normally stayed, but too long for his tastes. Where had he been before? Wherever his feet took him; wherever he could hitch a ride; anywhere with a clean bathroom and a free shower and whatever luxuries he could steal.

“Steal?” Calez said.

Michael shrugged. “It happens. So riddle me this, friends: why are you heading off to college? What do you aspire to that requires thousands of dollars’ worth of education?”

Calez glanced at me, then raised his flute. “I have everything I need.”

I just shrugged. “I dunno that we’re aspiring to anything in particular.”

“Hmm. That sounds like a familiar story. Let me tell it to you.” He sat us down on pier where we could see the moon ripple in the ocean and stood with his back to it, so that it outlined him in white. “Once,” he said, “there was a scrawny little fag trying to eke out a life in the frozen northern hills. He wasn’t very good at it. He went through elementary and middle and high school struggling to find a way to live. He tried being straight, he tried being studious, he tried being hard-working. He couldn’t be straight because have you ever looked at a man’s hips? He couldn’t be studious because why put effort into something you don’t care about? And he couldn’t be hard-working because getting minimum wage to flip burgers just didn’t fill the gap in his life. Well, the people around him, they said he should go to college, get an education, become something based off that, so he looked into it. Of all the things in the world, he loved music and dance the most, so he sought out those paths, tried himself a university, tried to get the education and make the career. It didn’t click for him, though. He learned about the technicalities of music, but that wasn’t what he meant when he said he loved music. He learned every variety of dance they could teach him, but that wasn’t what he meant when he said he loved dance. When they gave him a project, he did what came natural, he let the love show, and they failed him. They failed him right out of their university, in fact. Well, he wasn’t such a little gay guy anymore. He’d grown into himself. He knew who he was, and who he was was too big for the frozen hills, that was for sure. So he left. He picked a direction and started walking, and when walking got too tiring, he started dancing, and he danced his way over the country.”

He paused, looking us over. “Now,” he said, “I’m going to say it plainly to you because I’ve been watching this past week, and you two love music and you love dance, and you love it the way I do. The real way. So I’ll be plain with you. I’ve been wandering across this country for a few years now, and it’s a mixed bag of good and bad, but there’s something in the homelessness that lets you dance like you’ve never danced in your life. You’re unfettered, and there’s nothing but you and the music. All the same, it gets lonely when you’re crossing the interstate at three in the morning or squirreling yourself away under some bushes and hoping the next motel you see has an unlocked window. Had someone following me around for a while, but he tied me down to him, and I couldn’t dance the way I want to. He didn’t understand the music, so how could he be anything but cement boots for me? But you two. You two understand, I think. I don’t mean to be bold, but I intend to get out of this sticky city ASAP, and I wouldn’t mind some musical accompaniment, so let me ask you this: Do you want to live the life prescribed to you by society, or would you like to live the life given to you by music?”

He laid a finger under each of our chins and looked us each in the eye in turn. Then he laughed and pulled away from us. “It’s a crazy thing to ask, but sometimes life is better crazy. I’ll come to this dock round midnight tomorrow night to say a fond ‘Fuck you!’ to good old Miami. If you’d care to break the mold, maybe you should be here. That’s all I’m saying.”

He ruffled our hair and passed between us, lighting up a cigarette and swaggering away, disappearing into an alleyway. I noticed that he was wearing the same pants he had been when we first saw him. There was a hole in the sole of one of his shoes.

Calez and I stared at each other. We said we’d think on it; we’d meet up elsewhere earlier to compare notes. I think, though, we already knew what our decision was. I wanted to go, even though it was crazy, or maybe because it was crazy, or maybe because I knew that if I didn’t go, Michael would disappear forever for me, and I couldn’t stand that thought. It closed my throat, thinking about it. And Calez? His face said he’d follow me. Because why would he go to a college when the only reason he was going there was to keep hanging out with me? That’d be pretty ridiculous.

Still, it was a monumental decision, so we said we’d go home and think on it. So we laid awake all night – or I did – thinking on it. I couldn’t get the feeling of Michael’s physical existence out of my belly.

Well, when we got to the dock the following midnight, there was Michael silhouetted against the moon again. He was still wearing the same clothes, but the way he stood in them, he might as well have been wearing a fine tuxedo hand-woven from pure silk. He could make a trash bag look good, though.

He saw us coming up, and the moon caught his teeth. He pierced us with those electric blue eyes and said, “To a new friendship.” He raised his arms up to Miami and gave it the double bird.

I guess our families thought something had happened to us since neither of us had thought to leave a note. There was something of a police search, so we had to be pretty sneaky on our way out of Florida, but once we’d crossed into Georgia, it was easier going. After a few weeks when we figured the search for us would have calmed down some, Calez called his family and tried to explain it a little. They didn’t understand, but what was he going to do about that? They were just going to have to.

By the time we’d crossed into Alabama, we’d already gotten used to each other. Calez and I could practically read each other’s minds in the first place, but it wasn’t long before Michael was in on it. It was as if we’d never been without him. He was just another one of our limbs. We were all each other’s limbs. We still are.

In Tennessee, Michael asked why I didn’t call my mom. I said, “I don’t need that anchor.” He just nodded.

So for the past few years we’ve just been wandering the country, jamming and dancing. Sometimes we take a job if we get stuck too far north or south in the wrong season, just so we can live a little easier. Not freeze to death. The usual. Most of the rest of the time, we gather up what we can, make some pocket change, try to look anything but homeless, and dance across the country. We light up every state we cross. When Michael steps into a state, it gets butterflies, and Calez makes his flute sing so the butterflies dance and whirl and live, and then I flirt with all the butterflies and ask them if they’ll be me and Michael’s concubines, and then Michael laughs, and he kisses me and Calez on our open, laughing mouths, and the whole world is bubbling syrup and heat and music, and when we dance on out the other side of that state, all the boys and girls wake up in their beds, wondering at the dream and the heat between their legs and the music in their ears, and maybe tonight, maybe tonight, they’ll live. In spite of the rules. They’ll live.

…So we aren’t vagrants, officer. We’re just musicians who dance across the country.

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