* 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 / 𝙔𝙊𝙐

you and I we're alive with nothing to do i could lay and just look in your eyes wait and pretend hold on and hope that we'll find our way back in the end 

[earlyblues]

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[earlyblues]

LOCATION:  coastal  coffees  (  @lovedearlove  )

he  stands  at  the  window,  hands  on  his  hips,  looking  out  at  the  DREARY  weather  outside.  he  was  hoping  the  sun  would  come  out  while  he  was  on  his  run,  but  no,  it's  started  DRIZZLING  !  “there's  just  no  way  it's  june  …  AND  RAINING  !”  he  complains  to  anyone  who  would  listen.  “that  has  to  be,  like,  a  crime  of  some  sorts.  war  on  summer.  or  joy  !”

[starinvasion]

at coastal coffees, open to all ( @ciderstarters )

"You mind if I sit?" she asked, gesturing to the empty seat in front of the other person with a polite smile. "Sorry. Lunchtime, it's kinda packed in here."

[earlyblues]

cooper  doesn't  usually  take  a  lunch  break,  but  he'd  gotten  to  work  earlier  than  normal  and  honestly  needed  a  minute  to  not  think  about  customers.  “yeah,  on  one  condition.”  he  leans  in  slightly.  “YOU  GIVE  ME  HALF  OF  WHATEVER  YOU  ORDERED  ?”  he  only  lets  it  sit  for  a  couple  of  seconds  before  he  starts  laughing  and  shaking  his  head.  “kidding,  go  for  it  !”

[yourcinluv]

honey .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ honey and ariella's home, may fifteenth, close to midnight / 

he doesn't know how he managed to lose her so quickly in the crowd — after his set, after kai's. honey is the one person he knew like the back of his hand. after years spent tracking her down at every party in l.a., anticipating her every move, it shouldn't have been so easy. unless, of course, she didn't want to be found. because honey is the one person who knew him like the back of her hand. after years spent tracking him down at every party in l.a., anticipating his every move, she knew exactly what to do to avoid him. but he can't stomach that thought, so after searching the grounds, he hopped in his car and went to the last place he expected her to run to after a big event: home. 

they haven't lived in cider point long, and she's lived with ariella for even less time, but he still knows the way by heart. in fact, he's willing to bet he could find his way there with his eyes closed. which is good, considering his focus isn't on the road as he drives, or runs up her driveway, or knocks frantically on the door. relief hits him like a truck when the door opens to a familiar pair of brown eyes, but runs cold when they don't meet his with their usual warmth. what the fuck happened tonight? “hey.”  he's breathless, frantic, wants to blame the adrenaline from the performance but knows that isn't the reason. there's a pause as he searches for the words to ask the numerous questions running circles in his brain, but he can't find them. instead, “can i come in?” 

[earlyblues]

she's  proud  of  herself  for  making  it  to  the  couch  after  she'd  showered,  telling  herself  that  her  proximity  to  the  kitchen  will  ensure  she  actually  does  get  up  and  make  her  tea.  AND  SHE  WILL  !  only  after  she  scrolls  through  every  tiktok  video  with  the  hashtag  cider  point  attached,  doing  her  best  to  find  any  and  every  angle  of  winston's  performance.  there  are  hardly  any,  and  she  wonders  if  that's  because  cider  point  residents  are  less  likely  to  use  their  phones  at  an  event  like  this  or  because  of  something  within  the  performance.

she  thinks  she's  finally  found  one  when  she  hears  a  knock  on  the  door.  she  wasn't  expecting  anyone,  but  ariella  never  had  visitors.  honey  locks  her  phone  and  places  it  face  down  on  their  coffee  table,  pushing  herself  up  off  of  the  couch.  she  takes  a  deep  breath  and  puts  on  her  BEST  SMILE,  preparing  to  see  the  man  who  had  been  thinking  about  her  all  night.  WHO  ELSE  COULD  IT  BE  ? 

she  bounces  over  to  the  door,  face  bright  as  she  opens  it.  “MATEO,  i  was  wondering  –  winston  ?”  tries  her  best  to  keep  her  face  as  it  is,  lest  she  give  away  her  biggest  secret.  he  looks  OUT  OF  SORTS,  and  she  wonders  if  something  really  did  happen  at  his  performance.  face  softens  (  deflates  )  as  she  widens  the  door,  giving  him  a  nod.  “of  course.”  it  takes  everything  in  her  to  not  ask  ‘  where’s  bea  ?  '  in  fact,  she’s  literally  biting  the  inside  of  her  lip  to  avoid  it.  still,  she  closes  her  door  as  quickly  as  she  can  without  setting  off  alarm  bells,  just  in  case  A  BEAUTIFUL  BASS  PLAYER  is  hiding  off  to  the  side  to  surprise  her.  “i  was  just  about  to  make  some  tea.  want  a  cup  ?”

[earlyblues]

LOCATION:  sweet  tooth  (  @ecrivainlcvande  )

you  can  do  this,  millie  tells  herself.  the  girl  looks  like  she  has  a  kind  smile  …  surely  she  wouldn't  be  rude,  right  ?  SOCIALIZING  DIDN'T  HAVE  TO  BE  SCARY.  at  least,  that's  what  everyone  told  her.  she  takes  a  deep  breath  before  walking  the  distance  between  her  and  the  other  patron.  “excuse  me  …”  it's  audible,  but  just  barely.  “um  …  what  are  you  looking  at  ?  i'm  hoping  to,  uh,  try  something  new  …”

[earlyblues]

LOCATION:  galleria  mall  /  early  february  (  @fcreverlasting  )

the  best  way  for  theodora  to  get  out  of  her  own  head  was  to  put  something  SHINY  in  front  of  her.  what  was  better  than  going  to  the  mall  for  a  distraction  ?  she’d  opted  to  go  alone  this  time,  but  she  was  starting  to  feel  the  weight  of  that  choice  as  she  moved  about  the  shops.  and,  of  course,  as  she  was  beginning  to  feel  her  loneliness,  who  else  catches  her  attention  across  the  distance  ?  he’s  currently  staring  through  the  window  of  a  shop,  and  clearly  hasn’t  seen  her  yet.  she  glances  around,  wondering  if  there  was  maybe  anyone  else  she  knew  that  the  universe  could  be  sending  her  instead.  DIDN’T  LOOK  LIKE  IT.  she  fidgets  with  the  ring  on  her  finger,  twisting  and  twisting  it  as  she  closes  the  distance  between  them.  “didn’t  peg  you  for  a  mall  guy,”  she  tells  him,  finding  her  spot  next  to  him.  “what  are  you  looking  at  ?”

[earlyblues]

LOCATION:  winnie  &  stevie's  apartment  (  @invlsiblestring  )

he  knocks  on  the  door.  he  usually  texts  before  he  just  drops  by,  but,  for  some  reason,  he  didn't.  WHAT  WAS  THE  WORST  THAT  COULD  HAPPEN  ?  she  wouldn't  be  home  ?  he'd  be  fine.  he  can  hear  the  door  unlocking,  and  a  smile  finds  its  way  to  his  face,  fully  prepared  to  see  his  favorite  pair  of  brown  eyes  looking  up  at  him  as  the  door  opens.  and,  well,  there  certaintly  is  a  pair  of  brown  eyes  looking  at  him  !  his  stomach  drops  and  he  looks  like  he's  seen  a  ghost.  “STEVIE.”  eyes  immediately  look  for  the  apartment  number.  surely  he's  just  walked  to  the  wrong  door,  despite  knowing  the  way  to  winnie's  with  his  eyes  closed.  because  surely  his  EX-GIRLFRIEND  wasn't  in  winnie's  apartment.  “what  are  you  doing  here  ?”

[fcreverlasting]

"just the thought of you on your knees makes me feel queasy, actually." that innocent look churns his stomach, too, wrinkles his nose. there's nothing innocent about honey. "I actually like my women brunette... I assume that's why you're letting your roots grow out like that." he leans back a little, points up to the top of her head. the extra space between them is a relief; her perfume is starting to irritate his nose and there's only so much of her in his personal space he can take before he needs a rain sounds spotify playlist. "probably the same way you do." he shrugs, eyes rolling. he has plenty of friends. he can't really name any off the top of his head right now, but there's loads of them, for sure. does his sister count? "what name? hades? judas? count dracula? to think I came over here with pure intentions, too, to help you. and this is the thanks I get?" a clicked tongue, he takes another small step back. enough to create more distance, but not so much to be obnoxiously obvious he's trying to position himself to make his escape now it's clear he's not going to get what he came for. "If you wanted to salvage your reputation, I'd probably start by being a little nicer to people. unless being an obnoxious snob is what you're going for, then congrats! you nailed it."

[earlyblues]

“well,  no,  the  root  grow  out  is  because  i'm  still  trying  to  find  a  stylist  in  town.  i  need  the  person  who  does  my  hair  to  actually  GIVE  A  SHIT  about  what  it  looks  like,  otherwise  it  might  turn  out  like  …”  she  gestures  toward  him,  faux  uneasy  expression  crosses  her  face.  “just  how  many  names  do  you  have  for  me,  todd  ?  and  what  HELP  do  you  think  i  could  need  from  you  ?”  she  would  much  rather  drop  dead  than  ask  todd  for  assistance  with  anything.  “you're  right,  i  haven't  thanked  you.  THANK  YOU,  from  the  bottom  of  my  heart,  for  picking  this  fight  with  me.  my  night  was  going  a  little  too  well,  so  thank  you  for  reminding  me  to  be  humble.”  hand  goes  to  pat  his  shoulder,  because  she  knows  just  how  much  he  hates  when  she  touches  him.  “oh,  i'm  nice  to  most  people.  just  not  WEIRDO  FREAKS  who  hate  women  …  so,  if  you  don't  think  i'm  nice  …  maybe  it's  time  for  some  self  reflection  ?”  resists  the  urge  to  ask  if  there  is  any  woman  who  finds  joy  in  his  company,  purely  because  she's  just  about  as  over  the  conversation  as  he  clearly  is.  IT'S  A  QUESTION  SHE'LL  SAVE  FOR  ANOTHER  DAY.  “well,  toddykins,  this  has  been  real  fun,  but  i  fear  i  may  throw  up  if  i  have  to  look  at  your  face  any  longer.”  she  raises  both  hands  to  her  lips  and  blows  him  a  kiss.  “TOODLES  !”  she  takes  a  few  steps,  making  sure  to  bump  his  shoulder  with  hers  as  she  walks  past,  happy  to  let  that  be  her  last  word.

[dsnnatroy]

Adeline Rudolph photographed by Celeste Sloman for Vestal magazine

[fcreverlasting]

mateo: ooh... well now my eyes are WIDE open! mateo: I like how you think, princess ... mateo: not by stage b... where for art though... mateo: are you keeping an eye out for me too? tell me if we're close?

[earlyblues]

honey: okay a friend really needs me rn because he's about to go on stage!! honey: find you later? honey: save me a drink 💛

[yourcinluv]

Owen wasn't sure what to expect when Brett reached one, but then the proverbial gun is shot, and he's off to the races. It can't look good, with the amount of popcorn he's shoveling into his mouth, but then he got his first bite of black licorice and he knew it looked bad. How much did he really want this free bucket? “Has it been two minutes yet?” said through too much popcorn and a wrinkled nose. 

[earlyblues]

brett  doesn't  care  enough  to  hide  the  joy  on  his  face  as  he  watches  the  other  EAGERLY  dig  into  his  popcorn  bucket.  it  looks  difficult,  brett  won't  lie,  and  he's  very  glad  it's  the  other  guy  and  not  him.  he  laughs  hearing  the  other's  question.  “C'MON,  MAN,  it's  only  been  thirty  seconds  !”

[fcreverlasting]

It becomes painfully clear all too soon that, as per usual, he'd bitten off much more than he can chew. He's never been a good fighter, too scrappy, carried by anger and by the ability to hit harder than his opponent rather than skill. But Brett can fight, clearly, judging by the crack of his fist against Todd's cheek, and he's more level-headed, too, only returning what Todd had started, and there's almost no chance he comes out of this on top but he still keeps grasping and swinging and making everything worse.

Worse for himself, worse for Winter.

Because if he'd thought of her part in this at all, beyond the sting of her sobs, he wouldn't be here. He'd have left well enough alone. And maybe he's ( trying to, at least ) hitting Brett because he can't fight himself for always being the reason behind her tears. Maybe he'd been hoping Brett would swing faster, harder, so he'd feel the pain he deserved, too.

He should be concerned by how everything hurts already, the trickle of something wet down his chin. But he can't stop. Has never known how. As always, he's just going to have to keep going until he crashes and burns, until Brett takes pity on him and shows him a little undeserved mercy.

[invlsiblestring]

he's walking home from a half-day at work, angry music blasting through his headphones, world fully blocked out. well . . . almost. eyes catch glimpse of what appears to be a mostly one-sided fight, and any amusement that creeps in is soon wiped away when he recognizes not one of the participants, but two. a roommate and a band mate. " jesus, mary and fucking joseph. give me a break, " mumbles to himself, headphones slid down to rest around his neck. anyone else and he'd find himself jumping in to back todd up. always been a little too eager to fight, pain tolerance built up during relentless years in high school, sometimes it feels like he seeks it out. but he can't afford to lose his drummer. and todd is doing so terribly, it almost feels like he deserves it. still, within seconds he's running over . . . slowly. pushing his body between the two with no regard for himself. " what the fuck are you two playing at ? pack it in. " he shoves them apart. " my sister throws a better punch than the pair of you. " @offkeykisses

[offkeykisses]

Vague interest was about all he could initially muster up for the scene he stumbled upon. After all, it looked like he missed the fun part since someone was trying to break the fight up. At most, he'd find a spot to lean against and make dry commentary to amuse himself while the Three Stooges tired themselves out. As he got closer, however, he quickly realized the mess of bodies getting pushed apart contained Brett, Kai, and...some guy. Well, fuck. Realistically, he was sure the three of them could eventually sort it out without him. But judging by how shitty what's-his-name looked, it wouldn't hurt for Xavier to make himself somewhat useful by trying to pull his roommate away before things got any worse.

"You know, I think you got him." An unhelpful comment on the surface, but he hoped it gave Brett a chance to register who was approaching prior to Xavier not-so-gently yanking him back by the shoulder. While it would hardly be the worst hit he's taken, he wasn't overly fond of the idea of catching a rogue elbow or punch for helping. With a little more space now, he slipped between Brett and Kai in an effort to create further distance between the person who had a clear advantage in the fight and the one who was embarrassingly getting his ass handed to him. "Can we go now, Rocky Balboa?" Despite addressing his friend and prioritizing removing him from the situation, Xavier's eyes never stayed on any one person for too long — hardwired to remain hypervigilant in the middle of these situations. "I don't want to spend tomorrow morning collecting you from a holding cell." / @earlyblues

[earlyblues]

it  feels  nice,  landing  hit  after  hit  on  the  man  whose  name  he  doesn't  even  know.  and,  perhaps  he's  taking  it  too  far.  in  fact,  he  can  feel  himself  taking  it  too  far.  BUT  HE  CAN'T  BRING  HIMSELF  TO  STOP.  not  until  someone  intervenes.  and  he's  too  full  of  rage  to  really  see  who  it  is,  but  he'd  recognize  that  accent  anywhere.  normally  he'd  have  a  quip  about  kai's  sister,  but  he's  too  busy  catching  his  breath  to  make  it.  and  then  he  hears  another  voice  behind  him  and  feels  himself  forcefully  being  pulled  away.

he  begins  to  shake  his  hands,  as  if  that  will  shake  away  the  pain  he  felt.  surely  the  other  is  in  worse  shape,  but  brett  can't  imagine  he's  looking  so  hot,  either.  unfortunately,  thanks  to  this  stranger,  brett  can't  see  this  moment  for  what  it  is  –  proof  that  people  care  about  him,  even  just  a  little  bit.  enough  to  care  that  he  doesn't  get  further  into  trouble.  “TELL  HER  TO  STAY  THE  FUCK  AWAY  FROM  ME,”  he  all  but  shouts,  eyes  staring  daggers  into  the  man  behind  kai.  he  leans  over  and  spits  onto  the  ground  before  giving  his  final  warning.  “and  you  can  stay  the  fuck  away  from  me,  too.”  /  @fcreverlasting

[ecrivainlcvande]

Hazel purses her lips and wrinkles her brow for a second in faux thought. “How’s that?” She raises an eyebrow. “You know they’re fire hazards, right? A whole shit-ton of them gather close enough to the right wire or socket, or whatever, and…” She clenches a fist and flings her fingers outward. “If you think there’s a single fucking dust bunny in my house, there’s no way in hell. Those little monsters don’t stand a chance in my house.” She snorts. “Well, that’s being an adult, Elias, yeah. If you don’t want to make any decisions, you’re going to have to revert to being five.” She tilts her head to look at him for a moment. “Hamsters stink, anyway. I think you’re better off with whatever you’re working with up here.”

[earlyblues]

“most  things  are  a  fire  hazard  when  a  flame's  involved.”  a  sentence  that  probably  doesn't  mean  anything,  but  at  least  sounds  like  it  does.  “unfortunately,  i've  got  a  friend  who  names  the  dust  bunnies,  so  i  can't  exactly  get  rid  of  ALL  OF  THEM.”  he  chuckles  to  himself  at  the  thought,  shaking  his  head.  “god  damn,  hazel,  a  guy  can't  bitch  and  moan  to  his  friend  anymore  ?!  and  GOD  FORBID  a  man  actually  want  to  revert  back  to  when  he  was  five  …  sue  me  !”

[earlyblues]

a  small  wince  as  he  apologizes  yet  again.  she  just  doesn’t  know  how  many  more  times  she  can  hear  it.  THE  DAMAGE  WAS  DONE.  she  understands  why  he  does  it,  apologize  over  and  over,  but  it’s  not  softening  her  any  more.  the  words  are  nice  —  I  MISS  YOU  TOO  —  in  theory.  but  she  just  isn’t  sure  she  believes  him.  wonders  if  his  life  has  been  quieter,  less  frustrating,  as  punctual  as  he’s  always  wanted.  she  rips  the  receipt  from  the  printer  and  places  it  on  top  of  his  box.  “okay.”  a  weak  smile  and  a  nod  as  she  looks  into  his  eyes  one  final  time.  “have  a  good  day.”

[fcreverlasting]

he doesn't miss her wince— of course he doesn't, because she's theodora who wears her heart on her sleeve and he's nate, who could spend every waking moment watching her and not get bored. it shatters what little is left of his hope, the tiny amount she'd given him with her I miss you moments prior. then she's placing the receipt on top of his box, waiting for him to take it, to get out of her sight, even offering him a spent smile and he hates himself that little bit more because he can't bring himself to return it. he grabs everything in a hurry, nods back, says a gentle, "you, too," before he's turning on his heels, almost bumping into the customer behind him. another apology and fast footsteps out the door and into the fresh air, he fills his lungs with it. it burns, corners of his eyes stinging much the same. once he has enough of his composure to, he hurries away from the bakery; he has to get home, after all.

COMPLETED !

[earlyblues]

LOCATION:  open  mic  night  /  stage  a  @  11:24  pm  (  @invlsiblestring @tiidepools  )

one  of  brett's  BEST  TRAITS  is  that  he  doesn't  get  nervous.  so,  he  doesn't  care  to  show  up  early  to  open  mic  night.  nobody  asked  him  to,  anyway.  so,  he  shows  up  with  fifteen  minutes  to  spare,  lugging  his  kit  from  his  shitty  van  to  the  side  stage.  somehow  he  does  it  all  without  laying  eyes  on  anyone,  so  he  begins  wondering  if  he's  at  the  wrong  stage.  he  glances  beatriz  and  her  friend,  seeing  kai  and  lux  on  the  other  side.  he  contemplates  simply  walking  across,  wonders  how  mad  beatriz  would  be.  but,  before  he  knows  it,  their  set  is  over  and  they're  exiting  the  stage,  so  he  has  no  problem  making  his  way  over  to  his  bandmates.  “alright  guys,  WHO'S  READY  TO  ROCK  ?”  drumsticks  tap  in  front  of  him,  smile  on  his  face.  “why  are  you  guys  looking  at  me  like  that  ?”

[emliyarmstrong]

Mika Abdalla and Ella Bright as Allie and Hannah OFF CAMPUS (2026-)

[earlyblues]

@yourcinluv

[rainbowxsouls]

"Yeah, like on that episode of Full House. Like Steph gets invited to a party and it's just people making out. Maybe they started with the games but I wouldn't know. I wasn't invited to those kind of parties, if they happened here. I didn't start really experimenting until college. I did really well in college. And then med school? Forget about it! The best sex I ever had was after doing truly gross stuff in lab. Or the day we did euthanasia injections. Not to be crass about it but a bunch of 20-somethings contemplating death really gets the blood pumping I guess. Like "end of the world" sex." Tabby explained casually, because it was to her. "But I guess all that is better than being branded like that. I always thought it was so awful the way girls would get punished when it takes two to tango." Then she laughed at Honey's enthusiasm. It would be nice to have some options for the summer. Her list was pathetically short and maybe some fresh eyes would help her. "Okay, go for it. Who do you think would work?"

[earlyblues]

“oh,  yeah,  i  remember  that  one  !”  honey  had  spent  many  evenings  watching  full  house  at  her  gigi's  house.  she  wanted  to  be  one  of  the  tanner  girls,  both  the  actresses  and  the  characters  themselves.  a  house  with  two  sisters  and  at  least  three  parental  figures  that  loved  you  …  IT  WAS  THE  DREAM.  “tabby,  girl  …”  honey  sighs,  putting  her  hand  on  the  other's  shoulder.  “it's  so  cool  that  you  shared  that  with  me.  i  just  think,  maybe,  the  next  time  you  tell  that  story  it  shouldn't  be  within  the  walls  of  SWEET  TOOTH.  some  people  can  be  really  judgmental.  not  me,  though  !  i  do  think  we  need  to  get  you  a  decent  hookup  separated  from  death,  but  that  seems  like  another  conversation  for  another  day.”  eyes  glance  around  the  candy  shop,  seeing  if  there  was  anything  else  she  felt  like  grabbing  a  handful  of.  “oh,  i  can't  pick  for  you  !”  but  there  is  a  name  in  her  head  that  she  considers  OFF  LIMITS  to  anyone  else.  “but  i'm  really  good  at  putting  out  feelers.  i  can  get  information,  drop  cute  little  anecdotes  about  you  …  ‘  i  have  this  friend,  tabitha  …  ’”  a  fake  gasp.  “'  no  way,  you  know  her  ?!  '  stuff  like  that.  plus,  i  have  no  doubt  that  you  can  meet  people.”