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aspenstevensen‌:

to say that she was nervous would be an understatement. aspen had come to see florence for one specific purpose, but she’d blurted out song lyrics instead of a normal phrase. her heart melted as the beautiful woman used the affectionate term, and the touch at her shoulder didn’t help matters. meeting her gaze, she smiled softly. ❝ sorry. it’s - fleetwood mac. song lyrics. when words fail, music speaks, ❞ she explained sheepishly, her anxieties on display in full force. she just hoped that florence found it more endearing than weird. ❝ what it means is that…well, you mean a lot to me, and i know we just met, so that might be a strange thing to say. but someone told me i should be honest and forthright with what i’m feeling. ❞ taking a breath, she reached down to grab florence’s other hand and her thumb rubbed along the top of her hand. ❝ i like you. i’d really like to take you out on, like…a date. if you were interested in doing that, i mean. if you aren’t, it’s okay. ❞ she withdrew her touch then, not wanting to seem overly eager or too touchy feely, though she wanted nothing more than to hold the other woman’s hand. if this was all in her head, if these feelings weren’t reciprocated, she told herself she could handle it. she had friends here, and it was better to be honest than keep wondering.

florence hummed, surprised by what aspen had to say. she silently admitted that she had been noticing the tension between them knowing very well it wasn’t negative. so she figured she should have seen it coming, though she didn’t. florence wasn’t very confident in herself. she’d had relationships, but nothing of any real significance - after all, it wasn’t easy to find love in her small virginian town, growing up in an orchard. she grasped aspen’s hand again, not wanting her to pull away. she didn’t want her to feel unwanted or pushed away. ❝ you like me? like... like like me? you want to take me on a date? like, a date date? ❞ she asked, her tone excited but confused all at the same time, ❝ are you sure? i mean... i didn’t think i’d be your type... gosh, i’m sorry - don’t think this is me saying no, i would love to. go on a date with you, i mean. if you really mean what you say. ❞

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@aspenstevensen || “It all comes down to you.”

florence gave the lavender haired girl a smile, a little taken aback by what she’d said. the dark haired woman placed a hand on aspen’s shoulder, squeezing gently but reassuringly. ❝ what ever do you mean, little love? ❞ she asked her. she’d had a few drinks but she was nowhere near drunk enough to misunderstand her. ❝ you can’t come to me speaking all cryptic and poetic, i’m a simple girl who went from picking peaches for a living to this. ❞

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fresh-hot-rp-memes

☆♬○♩●♪✧Fleetwood Mac Starters☆♬○♩●♪✧

Change pronouns as needed

“It all comes down to you.”

“I’ve been afraid of changing because I’ve built my life around you.”

“Time makes you bolder.”

“I’m getting older.”

“Did she make you cry? Make you break down? Shatter your illusions of love?”

“Rock on gold dust woman.”

“Is it over now?”

“Do you know how to pick up the pieces and go home?”

“Rulers make bad lovers.”

“She’s a lot like you.”

“Tell me sweet little lies.”

“You make loving fun.”

“Won’t you lay me down in the tall grass and let me do my stuff?”

“I’m just second-hand news.”

“Was it worth it?”

“You won’t forget me.”

“I know I could have loved you but you would not let me.”

“I will follow you down until the sound of my voice will haunt you.”

“You will never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you.”

“Who am I to keep you down?”

“Players only love you when they’re playing.”

“Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?”

“I keep my visions to myself.”

“The heartbeat drives you mad in the stillness of remembering what you had, and what you lost.”

“Go your own way.”

“Wouldn’t you love to love her?”

“Damn your love, damn your lies.”

“Damn the dark, damn the light.”

“I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain.”

#meme monday

bartenderbailey‌:

❝ ugh, yeah. i probably should’ve worn a jacket. ❞ they admitted with a shrug, not expecting the invitation but it wasn’t like they had somewhere better to go. humming in agreement, bailey followed florence onto the bus, leaning against the wall as they looked around curiously. it was always cool to see people’s buses, they were all different and said a lot about their personalities. ❝ no hot chocolate? hell, i’d settle for a warm blanket. maybe a little bit of whiskey, not too much though, i’m a lightweight. ❞ ironic, that the bartender didn’t need much alcohol to act a fool, when they served liquor all day long.

florence smiled warmly as she noticed bailey investigating the inside of the bus. it was homey, warm, clean, and smelled faintly of cinnamon apple. that was all thanks to florence, of course. ❝ hot chocolate? sure i can make you a hot chocolate. make yourself comfy, darlin’, ❞ she motioned towards the couch. she pulled out a drawer beneath one of the bunks and got a spare blanket. she unfolded it and handed it to the girl before spinning around swiftly and pressing the button to boil the kettle. ❝ you’re a lightweight? funny since you’re a bartender and all. i think being a lightweight would be the best way to be. you wouldn’t have to spend so much money on a night out, right? ❞

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aspenstevensen‌:

❝ humble’s good. especially in this business. i’m sure it was beautiful, though, just hanging out beneath the fruit trees, reading or whatever. we mostly lived in big cities, so i’ve never had that luxury. ❞ it sounded nice though, relaxing outside where it was safe & quiet. aspen had put a little thought into where she wanted to live permanently, but at this point in her life, settling down probably wasn’t in the cards. humble living though, that would be lovely. she was brought back out of her thoughts when she heard florence’s voice again. ❝ what selfish reasons? ❞ she questioned curiously.

❝ well, we’ll be in virginia in late may, if i recall. if the weather is nice i can take you there. i can show you my little country house and the trees. if you like the sound of it, then you’ll like it, i know, ❞ she said with a smile. florence couldn’t help but feel flustered by the question - not thinking that aspen would actually ask it. she’d taken a liking to the girl, something about her energy was just appealing to florence and she wanted to get to know her better. but she didn’t want to say it and risk sounding strange. ❝ to keep me company, of course. ❞

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haenels

Something tells me we are just getting started.

#; reflection #+ desires

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#this is big florence energy #; reflection

aspenstevensen‌:

she knew that she hadn’t, but that was the polite way of asking where she was from without seeming like she was prying. aspen wanted to get to know florence better, because she’d liked what she’d seen thus far. she was sweet, and that was the best quality in a person as far as she was concerned. ❝ that sounds nice. relaxing. ❞ she mused before quieting to concentrate on florence’s words. her voice had a sort of musical quality to it, soft and kind, the accent only adding to the warmth of her tone. ❝ i can’t say i’ve ever been. any big tourist destinations in virginia? ❞ nodding, she remembered the neglected glass of whiskey and took another drink, longer than the other and feeling it go down a bit smoother. aspen could already feel herself relaxing. ❝ you are hospitable. invited me in for a drink and everything. ❞

❝ it’s humble. it can be hard work sometimes and it doesn’t always pay off but you have to do what you have to do. when the weather is nice it’s lovely, though, ❞ as she thought about it, she could almost smell the peach and pear trees that she’d lay beneath as a teenager. ❝ for the most part there’s just some nice buildings and historical places and monuments. i don’t care much for it but some tourists do, especially foreigners. other than that there’d an odd waterpark... i didn’t have a very exciting upbringing, ❞ florence laughed, ❝ but i invited you in for selfish reasons. so does that really count? ❞

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charliexcoleman‌:

Charlie’s head cocked slightly as the brunette spoke. Truth be told, it was difficult for her to differentiate what seemed to be Southern charm from something much more condescending. She didn’t see much of the former back home, that was for sure. Playful smile not fading, she hummed softly, as if she really needed to consider the woman’s offer. “Hmmm… I suppose I could stay for another few moments.” She chuckled. “Only if you’ve got the good stuff, though. Any whiskey up there?”

❝ why thank you for taking time out of your day to indulge me, ❞ she said sweetly, pretending that she believed the hesitation coming from the blonde, ❝ of course i do, whiskey is my poison of choice. i’m serious when i say i can’t drink much, so i make an effort to share and have good conversation as i do. ❞ she entered the bus, reaching for one of the bottles of whiskey to bring out to the other. she shut the door behind her and held the almost-full bottle up, swirling it from side to side. ❝ whattaya say we finish this off by sundown? ❞

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aspenstevensen‌:

❝ where did you say you were from again? you have a really…cute accent, ❞ she confessed with pink cheeks, hoping saying such a thing wasn’t crossing a line. aspen had a feeling she & the guitar tech were going to be fast friends, given they’d be working closely together with her trusty bass guitar. aspen stepped onto the tour bus, glancing around as she took in her surroundings. it felt more like a home than a bus, much cozier than that she shared with hr band. aspen sat down at the table, thanking her for the drink before she took a sip, wincing a bit at the sting of the alcohol. ❝ i miss the people, more than the place. my family. my sister. i love my bandmates, but … it’s kinda lonely out here, you know? ❞

❝ oh - i didn’t. i’m from virginia actually. my family owns an orchard, so i have a house there. that’s what i really did before all of this. pick and sort fruit and play guitar in my downtime, ❞ she said, taking a sip of the whiskey. she understood how aspen felt when it came to missing her family. but there was always a part of her deep down that thought there was no possibility of them missing her half as much as she missed them. and that hurt her. ❝ the orchard is nice. it’s one of the prettiest place i’ve ever seen! i can’t imagine calling anywhere else home... not truly. i like virginia - it’s a beautiful state if you go to the right places. the people are hit or miss. i’m mighty hospitable but i’m quite the reserved one, honestly. ❞

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aspenstevensen‌:

it pained aspen to care so much about what people thought of her, but at the same time, not caring seemed worse. aspen knew that marijuana wasn’t a big deal to most of the people on the tour. she was pretty sure some of the musicians were on molly last night, but her own experiences with drugs were limited. they made her feel fuzzy, weird, and yet she knew they would relax her just the way she needed tonight. ❝ you’re probably right. geesh, you’re wise. i feel like you know like, the secrets of the universe or something… ❞ she trailed off, lifting her head when florence made the offer to smoke with her. it was a kind gesture, because she didn’t really want to do it alone. what if she reacted badly? it had been more than ten years since she last smoked pot and she was both nervous & excited about the prospect of doing it again. ❝ why are you being so nice to me? ❞ she whispered, more to herself than to florence.

it flattered her, knowing that aspen was under the impression she was smart. due to her tough late teen years she hardly even made it through high school. to be told that she was wise made her feel good about herself. ❝ i don’t know about wise, sweetheart. i just have a lot of time to think about things, most of the time, ❞ she told her, leaning back in her chair, ❝ i’ve faced some hardships and i’ve had to prioritize my thoughts... when i don’t feel like they’re being pulled from my head. ❞ at the best of times, florence was never above questioning peoples intentions before even knowing them. but she felt in her heart that aspen was different. her timid demeanor reminded her of herself when she was young, and perhaps that gave her a soft side for the brunette. ❝ i’m being nice because - at least, at face value - it’s the least you deserve. you’re a sweetie, why would i treat you as anything less than that? ❞

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charliexcoleman‌:

Charlie sputtered a dry laugh as she watched the brunette shamelessly pull out a flask. She was already operating under the assumption that most people she came across on tour for the next few months would rarely be sober, but it was still light out and Florence’s flask seemed to come out of thin air. “Are you really that patient a person?” Her eyebrows wiggled teasingly. “Or is your bus just stocked with enough booze to make all of this bearable?”

a smile played on her lips. ❝ mmmhm, very patient, but you’re testing it right now, cutie, ❞ she teased back. however she wasn’t an alcoholic, nor did she want charlie to think she was. on the other hand, she felt like it would be inappropriate to reveal that alcohol mixed rather poorly with her medication, ❝ i actually can’t drink too much, sunshine, it does nothing but get me sleepy. it’s more of a sedative than anything. i try not to show it but i’m a very anxious person at the best of times. but you know - i suppose you’re right about my bus being stocked with booze. would you like a drink? ❞

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charliexcoleman‌:

Charlie exhaled softly and refrained from shaking her head. She realized how she must have sounded, but she just couldn’t help herself. Sure, she’d shelled out far too much money already on renting the most ridiculous bus ever for just herself, but that wasn’t that supposed to be for comfortable travel? She stole a glance at the vehicle parked next to hers, and the next one over, and the next. They were all pretty close by, musicians and their crew members treading in and out of each bus, with some gathered around each other in camping chairs, enjoying their celebratory kickoff tailgates.

“Don’t you feel all cramped up in there?” Her nose scrunched at the thought. “How many people do you have to share that space with? And doesn’t it get noisy?” Oh, god. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to have to deal with drunken bunk mates stumbling in at odd hours of the night. “I don’t know how you do it.”

❝ cramped? no, not usually. there’s four of us, all techs. we work pretty hard during the day that we’re usually pretty tired by the end of the night... us four, anyway. i guess i could be considered lucky, the four of us are hardly in the bus at the same time other than when we’re sleeping, ❞ she said before taking a swig of whiskey from a flask. she was done for the day and ready to wind down. the noise was an issue - something that had made her consider getting a room at the cheapest, nearest hotel possible. but she couldn’t justify it. ❝ i’m a very patient person, darlin’. and i must say i like the company. ❞

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savinggage‌:

Gage was sitting in the Reckless Records tent tying his shoes ready to sign some autographs and take pictures. The male looks up at the person to the side of him and said”I’m honestly so nervous. Like This is my first tour in over three years. What if people don’t like the music? What if people don’t come to our set?” He said in a very nervous tone.

florence was in the middle of tuning an acoustic guitar, preparing it for a small three-song setlist by one of the reckless records bands - that was to be professionally filmed. it was of utmost importance to get it just right. she was only half listening at first, but she stopped tuning when she heard the nervous tone in his voice. ❝ oh come on now, sugar, you don’t really believe that, do you? even if your sound has changed, there’s always going to be people who will like it. i bet three years ago there were people who liked and disliked your music. it’s not going to be any different now. even if some people didn’t stick around... it’s fine. that’s just how people are, darlin’. you’ll be fine. ❞

#savinggage

aspenstevensen‌:

she didn’t know the other woman well, but she was drawn to her, uncertain if it was her maternal energy or what. aspen felt comfortable around her despite not knowing her well, comfortable enough to pose the question. her response wasn’t disappointing in the slightest, actually very thoughtful as she seemed to consider her words carefully. not caring about what anyone else thought sounded difficult to her, because it had always mattered to her a great deal, but apparently that was what was holding her back. aspen didn’t know how to learn to be different. as florence called her sweetcheeks, her face flushed brightly. she was pretty sure she talked to everybody like that, but it still embarrassed her a little bit. she laughed at the mention of ‘a little greenery.’ ❝ weed? the secret all this time has been weed? ❞ she laughed again, remembering how it had felt when she’d done it in her teenage years. it was by far & large the most rebellious thing she’d ever done. suddenly serious, she caught florence’s gaze, nervous as she asked, ❝ do you have any? ❞

if she had the ability to take away that part of aspen that cared so much about everyone elses opinions - she’d do it in a heartbeat. florence couldn’t help but laugh at the naivety of the girl. it was sweet, really. of course though still slightly taboo, the girl asked as if it were a very big secret. ❝ 'course i have some, silly. but it’s not a cure, remember that. i personally think you need to spend some quiet time with yourself so that you can really get to know yourself, instead of being so conscious of what everyone else wants you to be. you know? ❞ she leaned back in her chair, a brow raised. she’d decided that she didn’t like the idea of aspen smoking alone - after all it was impossible to tell if she’d dabbled much in her past. she truly did seem so innocent that she wouldn’t even do that. ❝ you can smoke with me if you like - i’m sure you can tell by now that i’m the last person who’d judge you or accuse you of bein’ boring. ❞

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aspenstevensen‌:

❝ not really, but i’m from boston, so this is typical for me. ❞ aspen explained, stopping when the other woman offered for her to come onto the tour bus to have a drink. she wasn’t a bgi drinker, but one drink wasn’t a huge deal and she’d heard it could warm you up. besides, she was always desperate to be polite to others, and taught she should accept (most of) the offers she was given. ❝ that sounds nice. i think i will. ❞

❝ i find myself checking the weather back home even though i’m not there. it’s 65 degrees at home right now, though if i’m being completely honest it’s so windy back home you’d think a storm was brewin’... ❞ she didn’t know why she did that every morning, check the weather and imagine being back at the orchard. it wasn’t a life that particularly interested her over this one. she opened the door and let the girl in to her homey tour bus that she shared with another three technicians who were hardly ever around except for to sleep. but florence was a home maker - deciding to keep the bus as neat and tidy as possible. she gathered some glasses, got some ice from the fridge freezer and poured a whiskey for them both, sitting down at the small table and sliding one of the glasses in aspen’s direction, ❝ are you missin’ home? or are you a ‘home is where the heart is’ kinda gal? ❞

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charliexcoleman‌:

“Am I staying… where? On my bus?”

Charlie’s eyes widened at the other’s question with wide eyes. Surely, her response reeked of someone who had never been on tour before, but she was completely out of her element. The oversized tour bus behind her was comfortable enough for overnight drives between cities, but the thought of spending her entire tour living out of it left her feeling claustrophobic. (That, and her bus certainly didn’t boast the deep-soak bathtub she’d soon sink into in her hotel room. Or the room service. Or the bar in the lobby.)

“No. God, no. I have a room for the week…” Her words trailed off as she adjusted her grip on the guitar case slung over her shoulder. “Is that what everyone’s doing?” She winced at the idea. “Just… sleeping… parked here? Is that what you’re doing?”

florence couldn’t help but smile. charlie was nice, sure, but she was the last kind of person florence had expected to be on the tour. festival life was rough and dirty and that seemed like the complete opposite of charlie. ❝ the tour is so long it’s cheaper to stay here. it’s covered by the company. not to mention - i’m just a guitar tech. do you really think i’d be able to afford a hotel every week on my salary? ❞ she laughed, realising that charlie mustn’t have even known who she was. ❝ it’s really not as bad as it seems, darlin’. i was always taught to be happy to have a roof over my head. i guess the roof of a bus is as good as any roof to me. ❞

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