commentary to comment on.

an original character by maddie.

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worldwell.

     Oh, God. There’s always two ways this kind of thing can go, especially after his latest little fuck up. ( Last year, sure, but it’s funny how the bad stuff always sticks in peoples’ minds. ) Balfour looks a little anxious until it becomes clear which way this conversations going to go: the good one, not the didn’t you get beaten up that one time? one.

     ‘ –You don’t think this is interesting? ’ 

         ‘ do you? ’ he accomplishes a rare thing, here, managing to park his tone between judgment should he answer on the affirmative and pre-disappointment should he answer on the neg. of course he wants big names to attend these things  ---  he just wants, too, for people to recognize how ridiculous the game of fame is. ‘ who are you here to see? ’

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do i give him a stage name? i’m tempted

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         ‘ maybe i’m just jaded by years of familial judgment, ’ he says, dry with a pinch of concern. ‘ but i feel like you’ve been looking at me real fuckin’ funny since i opened my mouth. ’

@scorchskin,  sc.

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         ‘ i feel like i’ve seen your face. like, on a magazine or some shit. ’ he’s tuning up for his bit part in an otherwise decent show. this is the kind of crowd lane attracts (it’s marginally better when he tours domestically): people who don’t know him; all conversations he has to initiate. ‘ are you famous? shouldn’t you be somewhere interesting? ’

@worldwell,  sc.

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there’s certainly a friendlier approach to this, but hey  ---  same cloth. he’s an asshole by blood.  ‘ you left your drink here, ’ he says, offering the sweating cup without breaking eye contact. ‘ on my fucking notebook. ’

@namefallen​,  sc.

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it’s late and there are three of you but i’m tossing out a starter call just in case

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MOVIE REVIEW/BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

I’ll See You in My Dreams (2015)

A charming, adorable, heartwarming movie. and Martin Starr cleans up good and I wanna have his babies.

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here’s some stuff to read: lesley, the poor fella, has not met a single member of his extended family. he knows only his mother, his father, and his little sister (her daughter, too, once she comes along). 

his dad’s side — causer — bailed before lesley’s birth for reasons to do with societal ranking. his mom’s side — helms — was too religious to love a child born out of wedlock. (they’re all charmers.)

so while they are blood relatives, lesley and delaney have never met, and never will without outside help.

the kicker! is that delaney, a musician, has taken up an interest in lesley’s very public life, and gathers most of his songwriting materials from widely discussed/published events centralized around him. les is a goldmine of sad man soap opera political commentary lyrics. 

delaney doesn’t even know the ‘causer’ name because his family forbade anyone to speak of elaine (lesley’s mom) or her “shameful” lifestyle.

everyone’s a mess, enjoy xo