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cricketnovak:

“A broken lock isn’t an invitation to come in,” he grumbled, nose scrunching as she tussled his hair. His shift at the Cat Scratch hadn’t ended until two in the morning and he didn’t need to look at a clock to know he hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep. He nearly dozed back off in the middle of their conversation when the mention of waffles made his stomach rumble. “Okay.” Cricket sat up, watching her with sleep heavy eyes. “Absolutely no music. You can’t even hum on the walk there.” 

“And yet, here I am,” she says, tone breezy at his annoyed demeanor. She tended to ignore his irritation, usually able to get him to come with her even in his moods. Though, like today, it was mainly with the promise of food. At the mention of waffles, he sat up, making the auburn haired girl grin widely, hopping up with a bounce in her step. “Oh, I’m going to hum. You bet your ass I’m going to hum my little heart out,” she says matter of factly, adjusting her cardigan back onto her shoulder. “Come on, if we hurry we can beat the brunch crowd.”

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tsvndre:

mind’s swimming in the nicotine, sweet RELIEF in contrast to the furrow in his brows, frost-ridden blues obscured by the only balm to the sunlight he has. VINYL turns over in hardened palms, a RARE edition he’s picked up by a street vendor who probably had it nicked with no clue of what exactly they’d been sitting on.   ❛  well fuck me …  ❜  ( @bowic )

The walk back home from Fremont was always a relaxing one, Bowie taking her time looking into gallery windows and buying herself a coffee that week’s hotspot cafe. She always managed to run into someone from the motel, whether they were heading back from work or out for the night, it was always nice to briefly spot a familiar face. Today’s familiar face happened to be Hale, though what caught her attention was the item in his hand. She recognized the album artwork almost instantly, her eyes widening as she stepped closer, nearly colliding with the other in her excitement. “Oh my god where did you find this?” Her curiosity beat out her manners, the girl foregoing a greeting in favor of getting a good look at the vinyl in his hands. “This went out of stock ages ago! I mean, not counting the resales on eBay but... Jesus, it must’ve cost loads.”

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softscrve:

gaudy logo of her work blouse peeking from underneath the jacket hastily thrown over her shoulders, Casey’s countdown to her morning shift reached boiling point when a text came through – ‘ you’re swapped for the afternoon shift. ’ a frustrated exhale left her as the heels of her sneakers hit the steps. though she resigned to treat herself to breakfast at the diner she paused at the first floor, instead going to knock on Bowie’s door. it wasn’t TOO early, she’d hoped. still in the bottom of her bag was a cassette, all brittle plastic and faded images. waiting awkwardly, she shuffled back to leave before the door swung open. “ hey, morning. i found this a while ago, ” she fished for the tape and held it out to show the neon blue Erotica-era portrait of Madonna. “ two dollars. can you believe it? thought i’d drop it off since my boss decided to scrap my shift this morning, see if you wanted a listen. you got any time to kill? ”

At the sight of the cassette tape in the other’s hand, Bowie couldn’t help the wide grin that spread over her features. Eagerly reaching out to take the tape, she took it in one hand and Casey’s hand in the other. “I’ve always got time to kill, gorgeous. Come in!” She shut the door, not bothering to lock it, simply heading over to her old stereo, removing the current cassette residing inside and putting it back in the case beside the stereo, replacing it with Madonna. “Two bucks is a steal. Gotta love thrift shops,” she laughed, pressing play and prancing to her bed, hopping onto the aged mattress and patting the spot beside her while she reached for her makeup. “One time I found the White Album on vinyl for like, a buck fifty, isn’t that wild? We need to go thrifting one day. Who knows what gems we could find.”

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mcxey:

the most he’d bothered with was a loose dress shirt draped over his shoulders, barely deeming whoever was at the door worthy of the time it took to slide his arms through the sleeves. at least his tendency to just collapse in his bed in his boxers was paying off and he wasn’t about to flash a full frontal to the unwitting audience of the starlit motel’s hallway wanderers. rubbing sleepily at his eyes despite the glaring reminder of daylight outside, he answers to bowie’s insistent knocks with a huffy breath. “yeah,” kit croaks blearily but offers a smile nonetheless. “y’know i’m fucking nocturnal.” 

A pout forms on her lips at his words. Bowie knew that Kit tended to work into the early hours of the morning, and she’d waited as long as she could before going to wake him, which, admittedly, wasn’t very long to someone who came home as the sun was rising. She just tended to think of people doing the same as her, sleeping little and staying awake longer than what’s generally considered normal. “Sorry, I tried to find someone else to go with me to the outlets so I didn’t have to wake you but no one really wants to go shopping,” she sighed, giving him her best defeated look. “Come with me, please? I’ll buy you a pretzel as big as your head.”

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prophetallen:

He hadn’t even gone out tonight, instead holing up in his room for the majority of the afternoon, and now into the evening. Chris had been headed back to his room from the pool, where he’d sat with his pants rolled up to his knees, simply enjoying the cool water and a cigarette. His feet were still wet as he padded back towards his room, hearing the voice before he looked up to find her face. “Not tonight, sister,” he hummed. He paused a few doors down from his own, an arm outstretched toward her. “Something I can do for you? Or are you just out on a stroll?” 

As Bowie got closer and Chris reached out to her, she stepped into his outstretched arm, winding her own underneath and wrapping both around his waist in a hug, leaning up just enough to press her lips to the underside of his jaw, tense body relaxing with a gentle sigh. “I was looking for someone,” she explains, leaning out of the embrace but trailing her fingers down his arm to his own. “I couldn’t find him, though,” she says, shoulders lifting in a shrug, face a portrait of defeat before she broke out into a small smile. “But I found you, funny that.”

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cricketnovak:

( rise and shine, sweet thing. ) @bowic

Cricket woke slowly as an increasingly familiar voice infiltrated his dreams. Peeling one eye open, he saw the voice’s face peering down at him. “How the fuck do you keep getting in here?” He complained, covering Bowie’s face with his hand. “You play me one more song from the Baroque era and I’m moving out of the Starlit.” 

When she had come into Cricket’s RV, Bowie didn’t really have a plan for what she wanted to do for the day. It wasn’t unusual, of course, she rarely made plans for the day. All she knew was that she wanted to hang out with Cricket. So, she snuck into his RV and woke him up, laughing as he covered her face, pushing his hand away. “You’ve got a jacked up RV lock, it’s really not that difficult,” she shrugged, sitting back and ruffling his hair. “Now get up, no music lessons today, we’re getting breakfast. I want waffles.”

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ugly mobile post but pls don’t fret, us admins just got slammed with life unexpectedly but we’re still here!! I promise to try my best to get on tomorrow. And I want to thank everyone that’s kept the dash moving the last few days! Love you all sm!!

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prophetallen:

First Fridays were normally a peak time for Chris to find those who were willing to meet him back at the Starlit for a night of saving. Occasionally, though, the preacher put down his bible and simply enjoyed the time for what it was. This month was one of those times, especially because Chris had been feeling so restless lately. He’d stepped out in a simple button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and abandoned his normal black jacket and wide brimmed hat, looking more normal than he ever did while out and about. He was sure no one from the Starlit would recognize him unless they knew him as more than just a ghost who roamed the halls. Spotting a familiar face in the crowd, he glided towards her before finally standing at her side, leaning in slightly to speak over the sounds of the music playing. “Funny seeing you here, sister,” he joked, grinning. “Enjoying the atmosphere?” @bowic

Bowie had been enjoying herself in the crowd of people. Already she’d seen a few galleries, and her wrist was decorated with an embellished antique spoon twisted and turned into a unique bracelet. She’d gotten distracted from the hoop dancers when the local band began to play, watching them from just across the street behind the crowd. It was only when Chris spoke to her that she was brought out of her trance, looking in his direction and smiling brightly, sliding her arm around his waist to lean into him in greeting. “Preacher man,” she laughs, leaning up to press her lips to his cheek. “I am, it seems you are too,” she mumbles, rubbing her free hand gently over his stomach, bringing attention to the simple button up. “Are you off duty?”

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@ofalicess

Despite being in Las Vegas for the short amount of time she was here, Bowie found she looked forward to the excitement of First Friday. She loved seeing how some people would dress up for the occasion as if they were going to a rave festival, bouncing around happily from point to point enjoying the art. She herself tended to dress up, though this month she went for a less exaggerated look. It was mostly so Alice wouldn’t get overwhelmed, thinking she had to do the same. Bowie hoped the more subdued look would ease her companion into the scene. She dusted glitter highlight on her cheeks and adjusted the straps of her bralette before turning to her friend, a smile gracing her peach pink lips. “How do I look?”

[roleplaymmemes]

Send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty

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sorry for the ugly mobile post BUT I got a surprise substitute job so I’m posting this from my break. Admins M or S should be on soon to announce the official start of the event even tho its started, and I have some event starters going up when I get home but I’ll probably be a plot heaux nd like starter calls too so...... but!! I hope you guys enjoy the event!! Love u all <3

[alisoncooper]

i want to die like satine in moulin rouge: being applauded, covered in petals, and in the arms of ewan mcgregor

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nirvana - motorhead

Nirvana: Are you an artistic/creative person?

“I am, of course I am. I grew up around art my entire life. I learned how to read sheet music before I could read an actual book. I wrote my first song when I was like, six. I may not be good with a paintbrush or, like, molding clay or whatever, but give me a notebook and a pencil, or an instrument, and I’ll give you something decent.”

David Bowie: Are you a follower or a leader?

“It’s healthy to be a mix of both, isn’t it? In some cases, it’s best to be the boss. You know, a take no shit kind of attitude. Some people want to take advantage and you can’t let them. But sometimes, it’s nice to take the backseat in your own life, let someone guide you. A lot of the best times I’ve had are when I let my friends talk me into going somewhere or doing something I wouldn’t have necessarily done on my own.”

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Have you been to any concerts? Which ones?

“Oh god,” she laughs, shaking her head. “You must not know me that well. If I listed every concert I’ve ever been to, we’d be here all week.”

Iron Maiden: Would you say you have a “sexy” figure?

“Not to sound too conceited — who am I kidding? Many people over at least 4 continents have enjoyed my figure in various positions.”

Guns N Roses: Do you do drugs?

“If the mood strikes. I smoke weed, mostly. I take shrooms if I’m going to watch something trippy. I tend to take a lot of x when I party, or coke. I love acid for festivals. I really, really enjoyed ket when I could get my hands on it. Honestly, it’s a wonder my brain isn’t totally fried.”

Motörhead: Are you a totally badass motherfucker?

“You know, I just might be to some people.”

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@lvciany

Bowie laid comfortably on the grass, her head resting on Lucian’s lap. Golden brown eyes looked up at him and she gave a soft hum. “So what did you think? Romeo & Juliet in the park wasn’t so bad, was it?” She teased lightly, reaching up to brush her thumb over his jaw. “Beats spending the day in your room.”

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@mcxey

Bowie impatiently knocked against Kit’s door, not unlike a policeman during a raid. “Kit! Kit! Kit open up!” She hadn’t been outside his door very long, but Bowie had always been a rather impatient girl, used to instant gratification. “It’s an emergency!” Giving a frustrated sigh, she crossed her arms to wait another few seconds before the door finally opened, her body relaxing as she gave her friend a smile. “Oh, there you are, did I wake you up?”

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@dylanmoss

“As fun as swimming in an infested pool sober is, I would feel much better about it if we were both hammered,” Bowie said to her companion, pouring a generous amount of vodka into her cup already partially filled with cranberry juice. A basic drink, in her opinion, but it was quick and got her to the point she needed to be when she wanted a quick fix. “And we haven’t been drunk together for at least a week so get your shirt off and start drinking,” she ordered with a feigned serious face before breaking into a smile less than a few seconds later, holding out her cup to him.