★
No title available
Cosmic Funnies
YOU ARE THE REASON
occasionally subtle
Kiana Khansmith
Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin
macklin celebrini has autism
NASA
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
RMH
noise dept.
taylor price
#extradirty
Origami Around
Cosimo Galluzzi
$LAYYYTER
PR's Tumblrdome
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Italy
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
@braveryheaton-blog
”That is- surprisingly gloomy.” She took a sip of the champagne before offering it back to Avery. “Maybe the game got to her.”
Avery took the bottle back, but didn’t take another drink, instead letting it dangle between her knees. “I thought it was part of the game at first, “ she confessed. “I guess we’ll be turning around soon. I can’t imagine anyone’s going to want to keep going after this.”
“You look fantastic” Thalia greeted, taking the bottle from Avery’s hand. She hadn’t gone to the party, the whole thing was ridiculous, but the sudden commotion on the ship had drawn her closer to see what had happened. “Did someone pass out in there, what’s the deal?”
“Not as good as you,” she said, throwing out an exhausted laugh. Avery ran a hand over her face like she was trying to press away the stress wrinkles she could feel forming. “The head of security got up on stage and killed herself.”
Mason was startled, jumping back a bit and holding his chest since he didn’t see anyone there and was surprised to hear a girl’s voice ring out from in one of the deck chairs. “Holy fu– uh–” He paused, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m alright. You spooked me,”
“It’s a spooky night,” Avery said with a shrug-- more champagne for her. She looked over her shoulder at the man who she’d startled. “Do you work here? Did you know the- Did you know her?”
“Of course I do,” Genevieve said, sitting down on the arm of the chair Avery was currently rested on. They took the bottle, taking a somewhat dainty sip from it. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t know,” Avery replied, resting her head against Gen’s side. “That was... it was terrible. It’s like my brain doesn’t know how it’s supposed to react.” She took the bottle back from her friend and took another swig. Maybe her brain didn’t know what to do, but her body sure did.
Avery sat on a deck chair, a bottle of champagne that she’d stolen from the party dangling in her hand, already half empty. She stared up at the clouded sky above and tried to make sense of what she’d just seen. Hearing someone approach, she lifted the bottle in offering. “Want some? You’d better hurry before it gets warm.”
Kitley stood there, staring at the wall in front of him in disbelief. It was supposed to be a fun dinner. A game, and sure– he may have been too shy to take part in it, but watching he could do. Watching was fine, until everything got a little too real. “Mhmm…” The boy nodded, not looking at the person standing in his peripheral vision. He heard them say something, but the words were like fuzz to his ears. “What?” He asked, finally looking over. “I’m– I’m okay–”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Avery asked softly, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder. The passengers and staff had been cleared out of the room by now, but some were still milling around, confused and in shock.“I know what happened in there was pretty rough to see. Do you think you might need to sit down?”
“Join the cause, we hold masses to share wine every Sunday,” Aiden grinned to her, not exactly sure of her real name but he’ll take it as Chris for now. “Well that is one sin, thank you for your confession. And perhaps you may get your redemption on that.” He strained the mix into two small glasses and pushed one of the Country Thymes towards her, “I heard that this sinner has a particular fancy to the country singer. You know, the pretty blonde one. Well, not the other one, that blonde one.” He lifted his glass for a toast, the whole event was already paid, he could probably sneak a glass for himself. There were plenty of pretty blonde ones actually and he honestly has doubts if he even has the right person in mind.
Avery picked up the pretty pink drink and clinked it with the supposed bartender. Or Chaplin. Or random guy who had snuck behind the bar and was now giving out mystery drinks. “Thank you kindly, sir,” she said before taking a sip. It was good too, in that it was clearly made by someone that knew what they were doing and not warm and in a can. “You’ll have to be more specific though. There’re a lot of pretty blonds going around singin’ country songs. Even I’ve got a tendency to sing a few, though you’d be pressed to find anyone with darker hair’en me.”
Cooper was silent during the song, but their jaw was nearly hitting the ground. They hadn’t expected her to go along with the joke, but after she was done they couldn’t stop themself from laughing about it. They took her hand from their shoulder and held onto it, nearly doubling over with laughter. “You–” They could hardly get a word out between breathless giggles. “Bravo!”
Avery might have collapsed into a fit of giggles had Cooper not been there, already bent over with laughter. “Oh, I’m so glad no one was recording that,” she said, struggling through her laughter and breaking character. “On the bright side, if this whole ghost hunting thing doesn’t work out, I know I’ve got a career as a country singer in the bag.”
cooperxaddison:
“My daughter died, and you did nothing to save her. You owe me an apology…Preferably sung to the tune of Jesus Take the Wheel.”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry to hear that. But if it was a song you wanted, all you had to do was ask.” Avery put a hand on Cooper’s shoulder and cleared her throat, before beginning to sing slightly off key. “So your daughter’s done got herself dead, gone and knocked herself right on the head. And you don’t know what to do, I bet you’re feeling awfully blue. But let me tell you here, you’ve got the grace and beauty of a... deer? So uh, don’t you fret, my sweet summer pet. Your daughter pro’lly in heaven, so crank that funky shit up to eleven.”
“Look folks, if you could all possibly stop dying that’d be swell. All this murder is making it awfully hard to do my job.” Avery was now well on her way to being drunk, which somehow was making her southern accent even more authentic sounding.
Aiden looked up to the woman who was trying very hard at a southern accent and seeing her made him chuckle at her attempt. It wasn’t bad, it was just amusing really. “Well miss, depends on which holy one we’re talking about. I for one am a Chaplain for our lord and saviour Dionysus, the god of alcohol. We believe in its power of cleansing the soul. Baptism is even with alcohol.” He was basically just bullshitting his way at this point, mixing a quick cocktail for her, “I am Chaplain Love, a pleasure to meet you Chris. should you ever require to.. confess your sins, I’ll be hear to listen.“ He offered her the glass, before leaning forward, the side of his lip tugged up, "But the gods are angry over the events tonight, very angry.”
“See now, that’s a god I can get behind,” she said, watching him mix her a drink. She’d always been a cheap beer and liquor kind of girl, but what the hell, maybe Chris liked cocktails. Avery shot him a somber look, leaning over the bar like she was telling him something private. “I do have a couple sins, Chaplain, I gotta say. You see, I’ve got a... thing for Princess Leia cosplayers. It’s almost a habit really. I’ve... had relations with at least six now.” She hung her head in shame. “But I figure if I catch this killer that’s been running about, maybe I’ll be absolved of my sins.”
“Of course not. I’ve been to quite a few with Elle,” he responded, though one could easily tell the accusation irritated him. “I just never get used to people being so personal with her when they don’t know her.”
“Ooh, you’re Elodie’s boyfriend.” Cards on the table, Avery was verging on tipsy, but it’s not like she didn’t pick up on the annoyance in the man’s voice. That paired with the weird way Elodie talked about him sometimes... “Weird we haven’t met before. I’m Avery. I work with Elodie.”
Friends Can Break Your Heart Too || Avery & Milo
He knew Avery had gotten involved in some strange things since they’d stopped talking–since he stopped talking, more accurately–but Milo hadn’t the slightest idea she was a part of The Paranormal Effect. He was kinda proud of her, excited, and admittedly impressed. This was the kinda shit Avery had always been into, and while Milo had every ounce of faith in her–turning that love of all things spooky into a career wasn’t something that just anyone could have managed. “Shit–how did I not put two and two together?” He asked with a laugh, allowing her to pull him away from the crowd.
Her arm in his felt so God Damn normal, he couldn’t stop looking at it out of his peripheral vision. They’d practically grown up together like this–arm in arm–and it just felt so right to slip back into that. “So you’re kinda a big deal, aren’t you?” He asked with a cheeky grin, trying to put the small bits of information he’d heard about the show together in his head. “I mean–I knew you were working on something, but..” He laughed, smiling at her as if she was the sun. “I guess I never pictured you being a headliner at a convention on a cruise ship.”
Milo led her into a tight corridor, taking a short staircase down through a crew only area. “The bar’s down here, but don’t get your hopes up. Nothing they can mix up will taste better than those bottles of booze we used to sneak down at the graveyards.” They always joked that alcohol tasted better when they were surrounded by the dead. The memory felt stiff when he said it out-loud, as if he were trying to reach into their past and find a way to connect with her. “But I think you used to say, it doesn’t matter what it tastes like, so long as it gets you drunk.”
Avery looked back over her shoulder to see if anyone had decided to get a little creepy and follow them, but most of the people in the crowd seemed to have gotten the hint and gone into the room where the convention was being held. Avery blew out a sigh of relief and her slightly frantic tugging on Milo’s arm turned into something calmer. “It’s a ghost hunting show, Milo. I’m not even D-list,” Avery said with a snort, swatting him on the arm that was still hooked with hers. “And believe me, headlining for anything is not my idea of fun.”
The whole thing really wasn’t fair. Why did he get to be so nice and warm and look at her exactly like he used to? If he at least had the common decency to be a prick, it would make being annoyed with him a lot easier. But he wasn’t, because Milo had never been anything except a good man, Avery wasn’t even sure he knew how to be anything else. And it was so easy to fall back into a familiar routine with him, almost like he’d never left. It was a little dizzying. Avery really was going to need that drink.
She followed him down towards the bar, knowing he was presenting her with peace offerings shaped like shared memories. The worst part was that Avery was going to take the bait for as long as she could.
“If you want to drink something that tastes good, the first thing you grab isn’t going to be fermented wheat water,” she echoed, almost feeling seventeen again. She smiled up at him mischievously, knowingly. “And those beers only tasted good because we knew we weren’t supposed to have them. But lucky for you, my tastes are still as terrible as ever, if not worse. California made me love hipster beer, can you believe it?”
“I mean…,” Audrey trailed off, thinking over her words before she spoke again. “It’s not that we grew apart or something, we’re still really close. I guess it’s just hard to keep in touch when one of you is working in a cruise and the other’s in LA. We talked over the phone a lot, just not face to face– well, not since the accident.” Her smile faltered for a second as she thought back to seeing her brother in the hospital, but she quickly made her expression bright as ever. It wasn’t hard to cheer up when she knew he was doing well. “I haven’t really seen any episodes of that show. Is it fun? Do you go to haunted houses and stuff like that?”
The accident? Avery’s eyes widened in alarm. Milo had seemed fine when she’d bumped into him before. God, what did Audrey mean by accident? Did she mean her accident? But she didn’t seem to be missing any limbs or anything. Avery only snapped out of that panicked and paranoid train of thought when Audrey spoke again. “Oh! Oh, yeah, it’s the best honestly. We’ve stayed the night in castes, caves, underground tunnels. And the stuff we get to see, Audrey. We’ve got some amazing psychics with us, and spirits really respond to them. It’s amazing to see up close and personal.”
“I’m good! I actually hadn’t seen Milo in a while, but I was offered to play here and, well– when I saw that he was on the crew, I took it right away. I’m the violinist. What about you? Still into the whole ghost thing? Wait– you’re not part of that show, are you?” Audrey was beaming, memories of Avery quickly coming to mind– most, if not all, good ones.
Avery frowned for a moment, confusion and worry diminishing some of the initial happiness she’d felt at seeing Audrey again. Milo and Audrey had always seemed so close, he’d only ever had good things to say about her. “Yep, still doing the ghost thing. Turns out you get paid a lot more for sleeping in graveyards if you have a camera pointed at you.” She leaned in a little closer, curious. “What did you mean when you said you hadn’t seen Milo in a while?”
One of the several benefits of learning how to play the violin had been that Audrey could proudly say that her memory was pretty great. Something which had its ups and downs, taking her childhood into account. Despite the accent and the acting, it only took some moments of puzzled staring at this somewhat familiar woman before Audrey gasped and recognized her as one of Milo’s old friends– and completely broke character. “You’re Avery, right? Avery Heaton? I’m Audrey– Milo’s little sister.”
Avery stared in confusion for a moment before finally recognizing the other woman and completely breaking character as well. “Oh my god, Audrey.” Of course it was her, how could Avery have forgotten. But she’d grown a lot since Avery had last seen her. “I should have realized if Milo was here you wouldn’t be far behind. How are you? God, it’s been so long.”
“The name’s Welsh,” Audrey said with a grin as she pushed the pair of sunglasses higher up the bridge of her nose. This whole role playing thing seemed to be fun, even if she’d already broken character twice laughing at people’s lack of acting skills of the sheer ridiculousness of their characters. “Audr– fuck, no, Officer Welsh. See any murder lately you’d like to report?”
“Actually, darling, I was just about to ask you the same thing. Chris Constable, cruise security, at your service. Well, unless you’ve been doing anything suspicious and murder like. But something tells me you’d even make a pair of handcuffs look good.” The southern accent and the drinks from the bar were making it hard not to giggle after every sentence, but Avery was nothing if not a professional. There was something about the other woman that looked weirdly familiar though.
