* 𝐜'𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲.

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐞.

[maincs]

          then you realize you don’t really give a shit about where you was going, cause you like where you’re at.

[saralou23]

[maincs]

embalmic​:

He looks tired. But not the kind of tired that says leave him alone to go to sleep. Just tired. The king that goes from your soul down into your bones. Settles in real deep. Makes your stomach do things in the middle of the night at three a.m. when you bottom out and think of things you shouldn’t. Thoughts that she’s entertained before meeting him. Strange how after? She’s not quite thought about them as much. Could be she’s got the company that gets it. Something she was starting to doubt was out there. Least for fucked up people like her. Laura feels herself cringe at the cough. She doesn’t budge though. Just sounded like it hurt a little bit. A small lean back and she picks up the bottled water she sat on the stand a while back. Should still be a bit cold. Either way? She offers it out to him. Her eyes squint when he asks the question. Fuck. That one’s a doozey.

Her eyes search his and she blows out a breath. Fingers drag across her knees and, rather unceremoniously, she straightens her legs out by running them between his and the back of the couch. Bare feet touch his side just under his rubs. There’s blood red nail polish on her toenails. A couple of little nicks in the paintjob says it’s a few days old. Her head finds a spot in the corner of the couch as she thinks it over. Where would she go? What would she do? If none of that was an issue. If she had the balls to do what he said? Pick it all up and just disappear. Hell, even coming here she had a safety net that she knew someone who knew someone that got her the job she had. To do it completely on winging it? She’s been tempted before. Just never took the jump. Finally, she settles on what she’s gonna say. And she listens to him til he’s done. Always. Commits the details about his life to memory cause she doesn’t want to forget.

“Maybe I’d do what you did. Throw my shit in my car and drive as far as I could. Find some town in the middle of nowhere. Where no one knows me. Some place with a gas station, a bar, and some tumbleweeds. Where there’s desert and water not too far off.” She smiles, angling her head against the cushioning so she can look him over before she raises a brow. “Wanna go?” Half a daydream, half serious?? Or more than that??

  he  decides  to  keep  her  toes  company  with  the  use  of  his  idle  fingers.  most  people  would  probably  turn  their  noses  up  or  scowl  at  the  displays  of  his  odd  affections,  but  hey?  when  has  jackson  maine  done  a  damn  thing  society  didn’t  scowl  at?  he  picks  at  the  peeling  polish,  flecks  beneath  his  trimmed  nails  that  he  casually  plucks  somewhere  on  the  back  of  the  couch  ---  stop  doing  that.  a  tiny  little  country  drawl  says  and  jack  realizes  it’s  his  own  subconscious  warning  him  to  not  press  his  luck  with  a  woman  and  her  worn  pedicured  process.  he  stops  his  picking  in  favor  of  playing  with  her  toes  while  the  other  hand  accepts  the  water.  she  must  have  noticed  the  goddamn  cough,  he  thinks.  still,  a  smile  forms  and  he  thanks  her  with  a  polite  dip  of  his  head.

    jackson  doesn’t  immediately  drink  it  and  instead  opts  to  watch  laura’s  brain  tickticktick  away  with  what  he  assumes  are  many  answers  lined  up  for  the  million  mile  ramble.  the  rambles  of  a  drunken  mad  man,  bobby  once  said.  while  jackson  was  still  struggling  with  his  problems,  he  wasn’t  too  far  gone  that  all  logic  and  wisdom  flew  out  the  window.  it  amazed  him  the  first  time  the  girl  actually  got  him  to  say  more  than  two  words  or  fling  out  a  grunt  here  and  there.  she’s  special.  be  it  to  just  him  or  the  fucking  world,  he’s  certain  that  the  world  deserves  her  far  more  than  he  would.  friendship  with  jackson  maine  is…well,  horrible  in  his  mind.  toxic  and  problematic,  whatever  the  teen  boppers  call  troubled  people  now.

  a  sip  of  water  is  taken  at  the  same  time  laura  speaks  and  jackson  almost  spits  it  out  from  humor.  oh,  she  must  have  thought  that  story  was  about  himself.    ❝  darlin’,  that  story  ain’t  mine.  if  i  threw  my  shit  in  a  car  and  gas  stationed  hopped  around  for  a  few  fuckin’  years,  i  wouldn’t  be  a  famous  musician.  nah,  i  had  too  much  shit  to  say  and  talent  to  throw  at  the  world  for  that.❞    being  a  songwriter  was  the  only  way  jackson  could  talk  about  the  demons  hiding  in  the  closet  without  being  judged.  but  the  door  opened  just  like  he  knew  eventually,  they  would.  and  then  there’s  the  offer,  the  invitation,  the  damn  temptation  the  young  maine  knows  he  would  never  be  able  to  say  no  to.  he  pinches  one  of  her  toes  playfully,  smile  widening  as  he  stares  back  in  all  seriousness.  ❝  pack  your  shit,  then.  we’re  going  gas  station  hoppin’.  ❞

[spyride]

                        KNIGHT INDUSTRIES MICRO-PROCESSOR.

[maincs]

  he  gives  the  man  a  lookover,  face  completely  stoic  as  if  the  joke  he’d  just  been  told  rolled  right  over  his  head.  it’s  his  trademark  reaction  to  make  someone  feel  like  they  flopped  on  a  pun  before  a  crooked  grin  slaps  across  his  face  and  he’s  laughing  like  a  mad  hyena.  ❝  how  did  you  even  come  up  with  that  one?  told  it  all  straight  face  without  crackin’  a  damn  smirk.  ❞    jackson  reaches  over  to  steal  the  whiskey  bottle,  takes  a  swig  and  swirls  the  liquid  against  both  cheeks  before  swallowing  hard.  ❝  you  sure  you  ain’t  google  that  one  up?  ❞

@serenitysought​ | starter 

[maincs]

embalmic​:

Jackson’s grin’s met with an overdone wary sideglance that says she’s joking. Her broken grin fades into laughter that echoes his. Damn right she’ll be a constant pain in his ass. She’d take pride in the title. If they’re going to be miserable and pissed off at the world? They can do that together. If they’re going to shut it out and just sit here on the couch ribbing one another? She’s fine with that, too. There’s a peace in sharing a mindless sort of back and forth chatter that comes easy with him. No pressure to be anything else other than her. In all her jagged edges that do their best to hide the soft spots she’s got. She tugs the corner of her mouth up, nose half scrunches and cheek cinches up. The click of her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shrug says she agrees. He’s right. There’s wasted potential all over the place, though. From her small town back home, all along the roads to here. An endless search to find something she’s not sure she ever will. Cause she’s not very sure what the fuck it is.

A gasp and she pulls one foot up from the couch to give the outside of his thigh a tap. “I’m bullshitty?? Takes one to know one, jerk.” Her smile’s fond and the glint in her eye is getting increasingly mischievous. Fingers lift up, pointer tapping against her bottom lip as she ponders. “I’ve been up and down the highway searching for the answer to that question. This place isn’t the only place I stopped to see if I’d find it. I don’t know,” her hand falls into her lap and gaze moves around the room before settling back on his, “What if this is it? What if this is the answer and whether or not I like it? It’s not really something that’s gonna change.” 

    he’s  never  been  one  to  think  that  his  own  life  is  worse  than  others  and  perhaps  that  was  why  he  could  always  find  something  to  say  in  his  songs  that  didn’t  only  talk  about  himself.  who  would  want  to  listen  to  music  they  couldn’t  relate  to  or  hear  a  story  within?  jackson  knows  for  a  fact  that  laura’s  life  is  one  of  those  songs  that  sound  sad  but  the  lyrics  would  be  hopeful  ---  inspirational  even  because  there’s  a  light  in  front  of  his  eyes.  right  on  the  couch,  joking  and  even  making  physical  contact  with  someone  like  him.  oh,  she’d  probably  miss  the  way  he’s  listening  to  her  talk  and  the  hint  of  compassion  radiating  in  tired,  worn  eyes.  she’s  searching  for  an  answer  but  jackson  can  tell  there’s  a  fear  to  those  what  ifs.  hell,  no  one  wants  to  come  to  the  revelation  that  this  life  is  it  and  nothing  is  left  to  be  offered.  and  for  him,  fate  was  self-made.  sigh  comes  out  a  bit  shaky,  the  rise  and  fall  of  his  chest  uneven  before  a  cough  erupts.  ❝  shit, ❞  he  rasps  and  leans  up  just  a  bit.

  ❝  you  can  change  anythin’  about  your  life  no  matter  how  much  money  you  got,  the  people  tellin’  you  that  you  can’t  and  the  miles  that  lay  in  between.  i  ain’t  the  best  motivational  speaker  but  you  have  to  be  lost  before  you  can  be  found.  ❞    he  rolls  his  eyes  after  realizing  that  his  comment  probably  wasn’t  the  clearest  since  she  probably  felt  lost  already.    ❝  let  me  just  say  i  knew  a  guy  who  ran  away  from  his  old  life  as  a  burger  flipper  and  filled  his  car  up  with  all  the  gas  he  could,  packed  up  his  shit  and  hit  the  road.  ain’t  have  a  destination  in  mind  but  he  just  drove  until  he  was  almost  on  empty  and  wherever  the  nearest  gas  station  was,  he’d  stop  and  stay  there  for  a  few  weeks.  or  a  month,  i  can’t  fuckin’  remember.  point  is,  on  one  of  those  stops,  he  found  what  he  was  lookin’  for  and  his  life  made  sense.  ❞    jackson’s  sure  he  sounds  like  a  rambling  idiot  and  half  of  him  is  screaming  for  him  to  shut  the  hell  up  but  he  prays  that  she’ll  understand  what  he’s  reluctant  to  actually  say.    run  away  with  me.

[maincs]

so  i  lost  a  battle  with  a  dear  friend  of  mine  who’s  been  asking  me  to  make  this  damn  muse  since  the  movie  came  out  but  i  had  other  ideas.  i  made  minor  changes,  but  everything  still  works  with  the  verses.  with  that  being  said,  consider  this  a  starter  call  so  i  can  get  this  blog  up  and  going.

[j6]

back by unpopular demand: me

[maincs]

embalmic​:

Laura walks around the sofa and climbs onto it. Near his feet and ankles so she’s got the room she needs. Sitting on the backs of her calves, knees in the cushions, so she can face him–her head tilts as green eyes give him a once over. Poor guy. Looks like he’d rather stare off into nothing than take the effort to meet her gaze. That bad, huh? “Didn’t mean it that way but I’ll let you get away with it for now. Seeing as how you look like how I feel most nights after too many hours spent in the casino dealing with people’s bullshit.” Her brows screw together at the sudden dawning of a realization. “Fuck. Hope I’m not the bullshit right now..?” Either way. Doesn’t seem to matter cause she’s not budging really. “Better not be,” she mumbles while shooting him an uneven, half-grin. 

  the  corners  of  his  lips  lift  to  display  one  of  his  shit-eating  grins  and  the  lightest  rumble  of  laugher  rattles  within  his  chest.  the  for  now  comment  means  that  she’ll  be  a  constant  pain  in  his  ass  and  he  wonders  where  she’d  be  if  he  hadn’t  walked  into  that  packed  casino  after  a  show,  got  hammered  and  punched  some  asshole  in  the  jaw  for  being  one  of  the  scummiest  scumbags  he’d  met  in  the  place.  hell,  she’d  be  probably  doing  something  productive  and  not  wasting  her  time  with  the  prodigal  disappointment.  still,  jackson  feels  a  sense  of  peace  of  having  someone  talking  to  him  and  not  asking  if  he’s  that  jackson  maine  guy  who  peed  himself  onstage.  ❝  if  you’ve  got  dreams  or  i  dunno,  see  a  better  life  for  yourself,  casino  ain’t  the  damn  place.  hell.  vegas  ain’t  no  place  for  anyone  with  potential.  ❞    he  catches  himself,  hand  coming  up  to  take  the  hat  off  and  smooth  back  whiskey-colored  strands  and  place  the  hat  back  in  place,  snorting  at  her  sudden  realization.  ❝  oh  yeah,  you’re  definitely  the  bullshit.  you’re  so  bullshitty  right  now,  you  know  that?❞    jackson  teases,  failing  to  hold  back  the  crooked  smile  that  explodes  over  his  face.    ❝  but  seriously,  do  you  got  dreams  or  is  this  life  enough  for  you?  ❞

[godles-archive-deactivated20211]

if you are a black writer in the rp community, feel free to reblog the linked post & fill out the form to be added to babs’ directory. it’s been created in lieu of recent events as a safe space for black writers! @unjuzu thank you for doing this <3

[leneemusing]

random sentence starters

“  i never asked for this/that.  ”  “  i said no.  ” “  she/he was the only one who ever understood.  ” “  help me understand.  ” “  if that’s what you want…  ” “  this is about me, for once.  ” “  maybe if you listened instead of running your mouth, you’d know what i was talking about.  ” “  it was a joke.  ” “  let me see that.  ” “  i don’t have a plan, but we’ll figure it out.  ” “  i like to watch the stars. it reminds me how small we all are.  ” “  i didn’t realize you were in so much pain.  ” “  i only wanted to help.  ” “  what are you smiling at?  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  i know i have a right to be angry, but i don’t want to be.  ” “  i’m not sure what i’m supposed to feel.  ” “  don’t make me say it.  ” “  that doesn’t sound quite right, but okay.  ” “  i would never lie to you.  ” “  you wouldn’t get it.  ” “  just, let me have this, ok?  ” “  i need you.  ” “  just go.  ” “  how did this happen?  ” “  is this what you wanted?  ” “  love never really goes away, it just changes sometimes.  ”  “  stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now.  ” “  you were all i wanted.  ” “  now that i’m on the other side of it, i guess i see now how little it mattered  ”

[denalifoxx-deactivated20220703]

That screen test was the moment that I could put onto film the thing that I felt that we had, which was this incredible chemistry.

A Star Is Born (2018) dir. Bradley Cooper

[maincs]

@shctsfired​ said:  “  i don’t have a plan, but we’ll figure it out.  ”

❝  that’s  real  comfortin’  words  to  say  after  we  nearly  got  our  asses  chewed  off  out  there.  ❞    he  had  a  strict  rule  about  survivors  tagging  along  with  him,  but  he  never  had  the  heart  to  turn  down  someone  in  need.  and  yes,  he’s  very  much  aware  that  groups  had  a  higher  chance  of  surviving  than  being  on  you’re  own,  except  past  experiences  said  otherwise.  as  the  pounding  on  the  door  begins  to  simmer  down,  jackson’s  grip  on  the  pistol  loosens  only  a  tad  bit  and  he  fixes  his  stare  on  the  woman  across  from  him.    ❝  i  ain’t  much  for  plannin’  myself,  but  they  seem  to  be  losin’  interest  in  us.  once  we  wait  ‘em    out,  we  can  circle  back  to  the  truck  and  get  the  fuck  out  of  here.  ❞

random sentence starters

[maincs]

@embalmic​ said: “ stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now. “

a  sigh  is  expelled  before  half  her  words  fly  off  the  tip  of  her  tongue  and  register  within  his  clogged  brain,  gaze  lazily  lifting  until  her  face  is  in  focus  instead  of  the  midnight  brim  of  his  hat.  it’s  no  lie,  she’s  fucking  correct  and  on  behalf  of  his  sanity,  he  needs  someone  who  talks  to  him  and  not  at  his  horrible  situations.  ❝  ain’t  too  sure  if  what  i’m  doin’  now  is  worth  focusin’  on  but  i’ll  take  your  advice  for  today.❞  jackson  knows  that  she  means  overall  in  his  life  and  not  just  his  current  lounging  on  the  sofa,  yet  somehow  he  cannot  find  the  energy  to  obey  those  words  right  now.

random sentence starters

[maincs]

tag dump.

[maincs]

so  i  lost  a  battle  with  a  dear  friend  of  mine  who’s  been  asking  me  to  make  this  damn  muse  since  the  movie  came  out  but  i  had  other  ideas.  i  made  minor  changes,  but  everything  still  works  with  the  verses.  with  that  being  said,  consider  this  a  starter  call  so  i  can  get  this  blog  up  and  going.

[leneemusing]

random sentence starters

“  i never asked for this/that.  ”  “  i said no.  ” “  she/he was the only one who ever understood.  ” “  help me understand.  ” “  if that’s what you want…  ” “  this is about me, for once.  ” “  maybe if you listened instead of running your mouth, you’d know what i was talking about.  ” “  it was a joke.  ” “  let me see that.  ” “  i don’t have a plan, but we’ll figure it out.  ” “  i like to watch the stars. it reminds me how small we all are.  ” “  i didn’t realize you were in so much pain.  ” “  i only wanted to help.  ” “  what are you smiling at?  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  i know i have a right to be angry, but i don’t want to be.  ” “  i’m not sure what i’m supposed to feel.  ” “  don’t make me say it.  ” “  that doesn’t sound quite right, but okay.  ” “  i would never lie to you.  ” “  you wouldn’t get it.  ” “  just, let me have this, ok?  ” “  i need you.  ” “  just go.  ” “  how did this happen?  ” “  is this what you wanted?  ” “  love never really goes away, it just changes sometimes.  ”  “  stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now.  ” “  you were all i wanted.  ” “  now that i’m on the other side of it, i guess i see now how little it mattered  ”