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sun down – day turns to night angel’s singing, it sound just right ; demon’s playing, there ain’t no fight you pray this music will go away … you pure, old heart
blue trash: don’t touch my art, we want it back to how it was at the start dead on the tracks, why did we depart – You done? ‘cause you cannot take away what’s in our hearts today; what’s in our hearts
[ cowboy / loan shark oc | beloved by meg | multi-most & selective for sanity ]
“ So we’re, like, karmically cool !! “
“I've been doing aerobics since '82. Ever since I read those articles about it in Rolling Stone. Did you know they have competitive aerobics championships?”
– ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR AHS 1984′S MONTANA DUKE – { 80s RP // oc & au & crossover friendly // indie & ready to party }
“I know it may sound silly to you, but I'm gonna be the greatest aerobics competitor of all time. I'm Montana, by the way.”
Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome! I could be loathsome! I guess I’m a little bit shy… Why don’t you like me!? Why don’t you LIKE me without making me try?
{ fandomless, low activity, starlet-hopeful, oc || FEATURING: ARI STARLING !! } MANAGED BY MOTHER MEG
THIS BLOG IS’A GETTIN ARCHIVED BECAUSE IT WAS WAY TOO LONG SINCE I’VE BEEN BACK TO IT AND I’M HAVING A REAL ROUGH GO GETTIN’ ROLLING AGAIN WITH ALL THE CLUTTER SO; Go find my cowbabes over on @wildflowers-an-whiskey please and thank ya!! <3
!! OPEN STARTER !!
“BUT SERIOUSLY–” she’s suddenly SO VERY CONSCIOUS of the fact she isn’t wearing shoes, made completely obvious as those toes curl and she shamelessly slips herself directly behind them; a little squirm, and Caroline’s got an arm reaching past, fingertip aimed DIRECTLY at what just had her YELPING…
…. it’s a spider… not even the size of a dime… but just large enough to ruin her day… “It scared the Jesus outta’ me, I’ll have to go back to church, probably the fifth spider I’ve seen this week--” Which is largely irrelevant, considering how right now the only spider she’s concerned about is the poor little fella who’d found a seat next to where she had been…
“There’s lots of ‘em, everywhere, you know, I read ‘bout it…”
Tone lowers, from that frantic reasoning, to pure hostility: “So… KILL IT…”
* western movie starters
a collection of lines from westerns. tw: guns and violence.
THE SECRET OF CONVICT LAKE
‘ guess we do look kinda rough, but we’re peaceable enough. ’
‘ food and a place to sleep is all we want. ’
‘ go down and have a look. see what we’re walking into. ’
‘ you do like i say, do you hear? ’
‘ take this rifle. ’
‘ what’s the matter, kid? ’
‘ try and eat this. it’ll make you feel better. ’
‘ you know i’ve seen hound dogs get on a trail that leads nowhere. ’
‘ got to find someplace to lie down. ’
‘ you sassing me, young man? ’
‘ you bunk down there on the floor. ’
‘ i can’t stand being alone like this. ’
‘ you bloodthirsty weasel. ’
‘ are you crazy? scaring everybody half to death! ’
‘ if you don’t, we’ll blast your heads off. ’
‘ you want me to fix you something? ’
‘ we’re running away, but we’re still asking for food and shelter. ’
‘ this gun is loaded and i can use it. ’
THE OUTLAW
‘ don’t go away. ’
‘ be careful. your wound – you’ll hurt yourself. ’
‘ what’s the matter? ’
‘ here we are, together again. same old happy family. ’
‘ i’ll get you warm. ’
‘ hurry up with that grub. ’
‘ i’m here, right here. ’
‘ put a bandage on the wound and see that it’s always moist. ’
‘ what do you wanna know for? ’
‘ in other words, you think you’re gonna leave. ’
‘ say, what’s eating you? ’
‘ what’s the matter? ’
‘ shook like a leaf ‘til he died. ’
‘ i’ll use one on you in a minute. ’
‘ gimme a cigarette. ’
THE BRAVADOS
‘ well, you got a name? ’
‘ just passing through. ’
‘ and don’t talk to them. ’
‘ can’t sleep anyway. ’
‘ poor devil never harmed anybody in his life. ’
‘ where have you been? ’
‘ we’ve got to get him out of here. ’
‘ are you worried about me? ’
‘ go and see what it was. ’
‘ come back here! ’
‘ you’re a stranger here. ’
‘ stop that, you idiot! ’
‘ put it down! ’
‘ ain’t we got enough trouble without you starting more? ’
‘ we had fun. ’
TOP GUN
‘ spill it. ’
‘ i need a few things. ’
‘ yeah, i hope you’re right. for your sake. ’
‘ if i am, it’s to keep you from running wild and getting into trouble again. ’
‘ they’re worse. ’
‘ i didn’t come back to this town. i came back to a memory. ’
‘ there’s nothing as mean as a renegade white man. ’
‘ i sure could use it. ’
‘ if it isn’t guns, it’s fists. ’
‘ tonight, that’s all i got to go on. ’
‘ be a good idea, if you like living. ’
‘ you’re right. there is still something worth fighting for. ’
‘ very considerate. ’
Jane Fonda by Peter Basch during the production of Walk On The Wild Side, 1962
consider ; for several years now, the homestead has been solely under the care of Caroline and Daniel.
Sure, that means the leaky ceiling got fixed, and the creaky doors were un-creaked, and those rotted floorboards were fixed, and the wood for the stove is fully stocked, and the kitchen always smells like something hot and seasonally pleasant...
but it also means, all the tidying and ORGANIZATION their Father urged was likely lost.. things and trinkets and letters and knick knacks fill most otherwise-emptied corners of tables and desks; or shelves that had previously been for Only A Few Decorations... their home has transformed into a curio cabinet of their transition from children, to caregivers, to a small family JUST TRYING TO MAKE IT... toys and ribbons and notepads for the children Caroline nannies fill bookshelves and tabletops and lazy susans and once empty-drawers... tools and elementary learn-to-read books and dirty handkerchiefs are stuffed into corners and empty jars and baskets... bottles of liquor from the both of them can be found in cabinets too high for Caroline to reach or drawers too low for Daniel to bend for... and between gifted daisies or trinkets handed off at the store or thimbles presented by children being everywhere you can fit a jam ‘jar’ of flowers / a home for a new bit of China / a spot to remember when that toddler was so little and sweet...
It’s a cluttered mess. It’s a pretty lil’ cluttered mess. It’s their lil’ cluttered mess.
❝I miss you plenty. Even got you a few gifts in my spare time.❞ Oh yes, he loves to buy her gifts, and she DESERVES EACH AND EVERYONE of them. With his other hand reaching into his pocket, pulling out a necklace that matched his bracelet, one of his favorites. It was CUSTOM MADE for her. And it was to show her that he just adored and loved her. That this was a token of his heart.
With another exhale, he spoke rather softly.❝I got this made for you. Check the engravement on the back of it.❞ It had the year they met, along with the month. Something simple, but he knew she’d love it, just like she loves him. Soon he was taking off his bracelet to show her THAT HE HAD THE SAME DONE to his own piece of jewelry. After all, it was now a matching set between the two of them.
❝I also took a few pictures of the city for you. Since I know you like looking at the places I play at. Maybe ━━━━ one day you could come with me to a few shows. But that’s if you’d lie to come.❞ Honestly, it was a dream to either take her on the road with him OR EVEN to have them take a trip of their own. ❝Or would you like to plan a trip with me?❞
@damnedcrybaby (Continued from here.)
“Oh Jimmy, you don’t have to get me things, your presence is plenty of’a present--” but he’s the recipient of smiles and a tight hug as he goes reaching for something...
Caroline remains delicate with the necklace, fingertips only on the precious chain, bottom lip plumping as attention is paid to the engravings he’d mentioned-- the fact he even REMEMBERS when they met has her knees going weak, a silly smile playing across her face. “I love it, Jimmy, how’d you get so sweet?” a quick comparison, to their matching jewelry now: now there’s no WAY he could go and forget about her! Their date will be pressed to his wrist just as it’ll lay over her heart! HOW PERFECT!
Going along with him to a few shows, the idea in itself has thought lines knitting furiously together... imagine her! little miss Caroline! traveling at JIMMY PAGE’S heels! Could she even keep up? What if she got in the way: she can only begin to imagine the lifestyle of those ROCK STARS partake in when left to their own devices-- tries not to consider it, really, but it may be a better thought if she could be there to enjoy his sparkle, too... “Ya don’t think I’d cramp your style?” Brows bounce high at the question, but she twists away, silently asking him to secure that necklace he’d just given-- it’ll take an act of God to get it off of her once he’s put it on... “I’ve never been too far from home, would you want to travel with a scaredy cat like me? What if everyone hates me while they’re so busy loving you?”
she’d go anywhere with him. no need to give that away yet, though, have to keep some cards up your sleeve...
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Source: cooperhewitt.org
~ open starter; sweet & sour ~
She’s mid-bite, jaw agape, fingers all pinked and sticky with the melted fluff of candy floss threatening to disintegrate before she can even enjoy it properly. A pity. Brows twitch before her consideration pulls them in to bunch together– she’s either had a revelation or is in the preamble-stage of an existential crisis. That’s a thin line, you know...
Finally, slowly, as if preserving this NOW she’s being urged to enjoy, Caroline completes the task and takes her bite of candy– before turning her bag in offering to them. Sounds like they could use somethin’ sweet...
“What’s got the sourpuss all up in your bones, friend...?”
She despised the sadness that hung inside her like old lace.
Sonya Hartnett, The Ghost’s Child (via easymomentsandobsession)
If that little squa-eeeeeeek of the bar stool next to them didn’t provide enough overture to her sudden appearance: maybe her thwapping at them with fingertips on their sleeve would drum-roll the duo straight into the realm of complicit compliance.
“Shhhhhh–” Caroline’s trying to sound reassuring! she’s got this! Nobody needs to worry or even read too far into it, she’s harmless! everything’s fine! Just a little wheat-haired Darling; who cares where her shoes are, (the service she’s getting is just fine), or where her manners went?! Two fingers propped over her pout, initiating the same from her earlier request.
SHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! “You play ‘long and I’ll get ya whatever you want to drink,”
… and Caroline rolls shoulders back to a confident stance: STRAIGHT SPINE AND ALL! The key is in the posture. She’d read once that a certain way of sittin’ could exude confidence… she’s not even pretending to have a hand in that magic– but a royal bellow of impromptu laughter bubbles out of her… THEY’RE FRIENDS! SOMETHING WAS FUNNY! THE BIG FELLOW WANDERING THEIR WAY SHOULD OBVIOUSLY SEE THEY’RE BUSY!
That HE found her easy / Caroline hinted the status of their situation (they’re in this together, now, aren’t they?!) with a slight poke at the palm holding up her face: the aim is at ol FABIO over there, but her smile suggests utter disconcern: “It’s on him–” and she casually discards her cardigan to lay over their lap.
What’s the worst case scenario? They refuse to play. She has to think up a new story. The best? They just sit still. They toy along with her. They lay hands over that sweater to hide the bundles of bills in their lap so when this fellow stumbles their way: THEY DON’T MIND CAROLINE, WON’T SEE THAT PETAL-COLORED BULLS-EYE ON HER BACK! AREN’T REMINDED OF THEIR BULLSHIT POKER LOSS! WON’T FIND THOSE EXTRA CARDS SHOVED DOWN THE COTTON-PINK SLEEVES!
“Well aren’t you just HI-LARIOUS!” She didn’t have to be that loud. Didn’t have to act like nothing hit her funny bone just right, didn’t have to wiggle in her seat or tap for the bartender’s attention. “Somethin’ that funny deserves a drink,” as cool as the COOL SIDE OF THE PILLOW!! only a slight effort went to watching her problematic oaf size up the scenario through booze-goggled perception… It’s fine! They’re cool! he won’t pay mind! We’re fine!
“What’ch’ya havin?”
can’t to be a sitting duck when you’re not alone.
“For old time’s” only then did she gauge her level of convincing, just a subtle glance up to see if she’s earned enough attention elsewhere to not be worth a disturbance, so far so good– “sake,…”
