[regretsher]

[ . . . ] REGRETSHER ━ an independent &. highly selective daisy jones

a study of ; unconditional love , right person / wrong time, temptations, &. being the somebody .

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a little peeved that someone stole my icon :/

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taylor swift // 1989 vault tracks rp lyrics meme.

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"slut!"

what if all i need is you?

got love-struck.

got lovesick all over my bed.

love to think you'll never forget.

love thorns all over this rose.

i'll pay the price, you won't.

they might as well be looking at us.

if they call me a slut, you know, it might be worth it for once.

if i'm gonna be drunk i might as well be drunk in love.

everyone wants him.

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

you're not saying you're in love with me.

it might blow up in your pretty face.

say don't go.

we're a shot in the darkest dark.

the waiting is a sadness.

fading into madness.

it won't stop.

i'm standing on a tightrope, alone.

i'm holding out hope.

i'm holding out hope for you to say 'don't go'.

i would stay forever.

i would stay forever if you say 'don't go'.

why'd you have to lead me on?

why'd you have to twist the knife?

why'd you have to twist the knife, walk away and leave me bleeding?

why'd you whisper in the dark just to leave me in the night?

your silence has me screaming.

you kiss me and it stops time.

i'm yours, but you're not mine.

you're not there.

i was trying to see the cards that you won't show.

i'm about to fold.

why'd you have to make me want you?

why'd you have to give me nothing back?

why'd you have to make me love you?

i said 'i love you', you say nothing back.

i want you more.

now that we don't talk.

i guess i'll never, ever know now that we don't talk.

it looks like you're trying lives on.

i miss the old ways.

you didn't have to change.

i guess i don't have a say.

the more i gave, you'd want me less.

i can't pretend it's platonic.

it's just ended.

guess maybe i am better off.

the only way back to my dignity was to turn into a shrouded mystery.

guess this is how it has to be.

suburban legends.

all was quickly forgiven.

you were so magnetic.

i didn't come here to make friends.

we were born to be suburban legends.

when you hold me, it holds me together.

you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever.

you'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries.

i can still see you now.

i know that you still remember.

we were born to be national treasures.

i broke my own heart.

i broke my own heart coz you were too polite to do it.

my whole life's ruined.

is it over now?

you still wouldn't go.

you dream of my mouth.

was it over?

is it over now?

your new girl is my clone.

did you think i didn't see you?

at least i had the decency to keep my nights out of sight.

i think about jumping off of very tall somethings.

if she's got blue eyes i will surmise that you'll probably date her.

you search in every model's bed for something greater.

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either  playing  chicken  or  cat  and  mouse,  or  both  games  at  once.  competent  players  playing  for  kicks;  one  would  have  to  be  blind  to  deny  their  mutual  attraction.  pretend  opponents  that  both  are  after  one  same  ambition.  a  smile  tugs  on  his  lips  at  her  confession,  he  likes  her  eyes  on  him,  but  he  will  not  fall  for  the  bait.  it’s  a  comfort  to  know  that  she  keeps  an  eye  out  for  him,  as  he  does  her.  olive  eyes  instinctually  scan  a  sea  of  people  from  his  pedestal  night  after  night.  of  all  mouths  chanting  his  lyrics,  he’s  only  particularly  interested  in  one.  it  borders  on  risky,  how  he  begins  to  perform  for  a  single  spectator.  but  billy  dunne  doesn’t  really  do  anything  half-assed.  he  falls  as hard as  he  plays.  with  each  stop  on  the  tour,  he  wanders  further  off  into  the  deep  end.    “  must  make  a  boring  watch.  ”    an  unexpected  turn  of  events.  hazelwood’s  very  own  casanova  had  skipped  town  and  left  his  girl-hopping  habits  at  home.  he’s  been  a  saint,  an  unbecoming  evolution.  plenty  of  the  appeal  of  tour  resided  on  the  opportunities.  some  fractions  of  the  six  take  advantage  of  it  more  than  others:    “  so  rojas  is  our  top  scorer,  huh?  can’t  say  i’m  surprised.  ”

he  is  not  above  asking.  not  when  it  comes  to  what  he  wants  –  or  whom,  for  that  matter.  she  leaves  the  door  open,  but  billy  is  dead-set  on  making  her  sweat.  a  taste  of  her  own  medicine,  though  her  company  is  his  favorite  ailment.    “  noted.  ”    fumes  fills  his  lungs  and  he’s  feel  warm,  at  home  with  the  chemical  burn  making  its  way  across  his  system.  billy  doesn’t  make  much  of  a  thief,  he  offers  the  cigarette  back  to  her,  more  of  a  symbolic  gesture  considering  the  remainder.    “  maybe  i  am  holding  back.  ”    the  very  textbook  definition  of  restraint,  at  the  moment,  both  on  paper  and  off.  billy  does  not  seek  out  criticism,  rather  dreads  it.  but  when  daisy  begins  to  pick  at  them,  he  knows  it  comes  from  a  caring  place.  she  chose  them;  he’s  seen  her.  a  perfect  devotee  to  the  music.  daisy  experiences  their  songs  the  way  they’re  meant.  billy  is  very  aware  that  whatever  it  is  that  they’re  doing,  it  exists  parallel  to  the  loyalty  she  has  for  the  medium.  he  can  hear  the  alterations  in  his  mind’s  ear:  a  less  tinny,  more  tender  sound.  daisy  knows  what  she’s  talking  about  and  the  lack  of  doubt  in  her  words  makes  him  want  her  all  the  more  for  it.  he  does  not  take  offense:  a  first.    “  i  didn’t  know  there  was  so  much  room  for  improvement.  it  seems  like  we  need  you  desperately.  ”    he  leers  as  his  head  cants,  a  glimmer  of  craving  evident  in  his  eyes,  calling  her  name.    “  maybe  we  can  reach  some  kind  of  arrangement  for  your  services?  ”    it  is  his  turn  to  leave  out  feelers.    “  mutually  beneficial,  of  course.  ”

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light  sizzling  from  the  cigarette  was  put  out,  the  remainder  of  it  ashes  left  in  a  tray.  for  a  lost  girl,  daisy  felt  belonging.  in  that  van,  in  front  of  the  stage  with  the  crowd  screaming  his  name  —  most  of  all,  in  the  eyes  staring  at  her.  a  rockstar,  and  he  was  looking  at  her  like  she  was  it.  he  was  the  spotlight  shining  on  the  place  she  occupied.  ❝ i  prefer  it  that  way.  you  and  i  both  know  that  none  of  those  girls  could  give  you  what  you  want. ❞   always  bold,  to  a  fault  perhaps.  confidence  radiating,  a  quality  gained  from  discovering  herself  in  the  music.  brow  quirked  upwards  with  a  smirk  and  the  shake  of  a  head,  ❝ it  would  be  you.  women  are  obsessed  with  drummers,  but  not  as  much  as  they  are  lead  singers. ❞  unapproachable,  that  was  the  reputation  he  had  developed.  a  challenge  to  get  him  alone.  one  she  had  been  determined  to  succeed  in.  daisy  crossed  her  legs,  thighs  pressing  together,  her  boot  clad  leg  bouncing.  being  still  wasn’t  a  skill  she  had  mastered  quite  yet.  and  it  was  doubtful  that  she  ever  would.  

a  self  appointed  music  expert. daisy  knew  what  she  was  looking  for  in  their  sound,  and  she  knew  it  would  be  the  step  to  take  them  in  the  right  direction.  ❝ you’re  great  at  what  you  do,  billy.  you  can  keep  a  crowd’s  attention.  you  have  the  most  beautiful  voice  i’ve  heard.  it’s  just  –  the  words  you’re  singing,  i  want  to  feel  them, ❞  her  hand  rested  over  the  left  of  her  chest,  ❝ i  want  you  to  break  my  heart  and  piece  it  back  together  all  with  a  single  bridge. ❞  he  could  do  it.  she  knew  that  he  would  be  able  to.   the  parts  were  there,  he  just  needed  to  be  bold.   she  replaced  the  space  beneath  her  palm  by  pressing  it  over  his  heart  instead.  the  steady  thrumming,  beating  against  her  fingertips.   ❝that?  feel  that?  now  write  something  that  will  make  me  feel  this. ❞  a  wave  had  washed  over  her.  the  tension  always  had  been  there,   the  passion,   but  it  was  tangible.  she  could  quite  literally  feel  it.  

the  band  had  played  melodies  straight  into  her  chest.  she  had  grown  attached  to  it  all.  the  sound,  the  late  nights,  tagging  along  for  the  ride.  they  could  go  all  the  way.  the  six’s  potential  wasn’t  even  nearly  being  reached.  it  would  be  cruel  not  to  give  them  her  assistance,   right?  daisy  didn’t  move  an  inch.  her  hand  stayed  where  it  was,  fingers  only  microscopically  twitching  to  curl  into  his  denim.  ❝ i  could  help  you  be  the  biggest  band  in  the  world.  all  it  takes  is  some  tuning, ❞  she  swallowed,  chest  rising  and  falling.  letting  the  silence  linger,  it  was  finally  broken,   ❝ then  tell  me,   billy  dunne.  what  do  you  have  in  mind  that  will  benefit  me? ❞

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↪     𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑾 - ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ˒ ᵗᵒᵒ . 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑚 𝑖 ?    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  1  of  “ orphan black ” .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . will be updated !  )

i wanna see [ name ] .

well , that's not fair , is it ?!

oh my god , you look like crap .

i didn't miss your birthday , did i ?

something really weird just happened at the train station .

what the hell is wrong with you ?

listen to me , [ name ] , i'm only gonna ask you this once .

oh , i'm fine by the way , thank you .

get in the car .

when you don't give a damn , i get pissed .

you'd better be ready . are you ready ?

you're sure as hell overdressed . what , were you out all night or something ?

this shit is as hard as it gets . but you've gotta stop making it worse .

i panicked , what do you want me to say ?

i'm kidding . where's your wit gone ?

you don't have to babysit me , dipshit .

i know this thing's got you all twisted up , but try to forgive yourself .

[ name ] , open the goddamn door !

yeah , the last thing i am is special .

[ name ] , where have you been ?

where have i been ? uh .. long story .

oh , jesus , are you alright ?

you have a few words , [ name ] ? anything you want to express ?

plead your mercy & your pity .

love is imperfection itself .

say it . go ahead , say it's my fault .

who the hell are you ?

of course not . you think we'd let that happen ?

i'm at home , you've got it all wrong .

you know what ? don't . i'm going to ignore that .

i'm worried you're losing the plot again .

sorry , i've got ... i've got a lot of work to do .

i mean , what am i supposed to do ?

you don't have to take this on .

i can't keep waking up every night , checking your breathing , worried you're mixing your meds , booze ... god knows what else .

i knew it was too good to be true .

why would you help such a stupid plan ?

i'm not going to play [ name ] in the middle .

i'm not dirty , i just freaked out .

if there is another version of this story ...

walk me through it again . so i know you won't crack under questioning .

you're making me nervous .

finally ! where have you been ?

who am i speaking to ?

how did you find me ?

idiot . do you even know who you're talking to ?

i don't care who you are .

nope , that is not my responsibility .

go , & wait for a call .

what i'm trying to do is move on .

we have known each other for awhile now , [ name ] .

i nailed it , man . every detail .

come on , [ name ] , give me a little love here !

you know , my skin just breaks out every time i leave downtown .

whoa , hey , [ name ] - you always do this to me !

i don't do backup , i don't even know what backup is !

i got stuck , i was running from my own shit .

i'm not giving you shit 'til you give me some answers .

don't ! do not shoot me , please !

seriously , it's life or death .

am i going insane ?

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why,  why,  why?  she  is  a  broken  record,  repeating  a  melody  he  does  not  want  to  hear  over  and  over  again.  she’s  out  to  get  him.  he  can  picture  her  picking  at  every  piece  of  him,  until  he  disintegrates.  or  fights  back.  he  halts  in  his  corner  of  the  ring,  the  gravel  rolls  beneath  his  sole,  itching  him  forward,  but  he  instinctually  inches  back.  and  it  is  exhausting,  constantly  dragging  himself  away  from  her  magnetism.  arms  akimbo  in  a  dueling  stance  she  mimics  as  she  draws  near,  menacing  and  enticing.  the  dread  causes  his  heart  begins  pounding  faster  in  his  chest.  it’s  nothing  new:  she  eclipses  billy  and  he  picks  up  her  familiar  scent,  has  begun  to  memorize  the  way  her  handsome  features  look  from  this  angle.  up-close,  he  gets  a  better  look  of  her.  it’s  a  cruel  trade,  since  it  means  daisy  can  see  through  him  right  back.  his  lips  are  pursed,  holding  back  sentiments  of  distress  due  to  the  pathetic  unequivocable  truth:  he  was  about  to  give  in  to  her.  it  was  bound  to  happen  sooner  or  later,  but  its  inevitably  does  little  to  ease  his  anxiety.  because  this  is  who  he  is  at  his  core:  a  weak  man  whose  promises  mean  next  to  nothing. 

he  puts  the  music  first.  in  this  particular  instance  (and  in  several  other  works  in  progress),  she  is  the  music,  too.  it  comes  at  the  cost  of  his  resolve  but  the  futile  exercise  has  worn  him  down.    so  talk  he  does.  “  ––  because  this  is  the  song,  daisy!  ”    irritated  words  come  in  the  form  of  a  whine,  his  eyes  pressed  shup  as  he  steps  into  the  trap,  willingly.    “  you  and  me.  this  thing  right  here. ”    he  has  run  out  of  words.  he’s  used  them  all  up  on  a  couple  of  verses.  a  hand  cradles  her  face  as  his  forehead  grazes  hers,  holding  her  as  if  she  were  a  fragile  thing  and  not  his  tormentor.  the  leading  role  in  the  dark  comedy  that  has  become  of  his  life. 

he  breathes  a  little  easier  halfway  through  the  declaration,  finding  a  silver  lining  as  pulls  away  slightly  to  seek  her  glance.  for  once,  he  gets  to  be  the  one  to  tell  her  what  she  wants  to  hear.  he  will  relish  the  taste  of  the  confession  on  his  tongue,  in  case  it  is  the  first  and  last  time  he  can  be  this  honest.  he  wants  to  watch  as  the  satisfaction  takes  over  her  expression.  to  be  the  one  to  give  her  that  win.    “  i  need  you  for  it  to  be  real,  alright?  honest,  like  you  say  ”    she’s  so  close  their  noses  touch,  but  he  cannot  kiss  her.  and  the  song  will  be  all  the  better  for  it.  he  follows  one  final  instruction,  no  debt  left  unpaid.    “  and  of  course,  i  fucking  want  you.  ”    and  it  becomes  obvious  to  him  then  that  it  will  not  be  the  only time  he  will  utter  tell  her  those  words. 

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for  a  minute,  the  world  stopped  spinning.  ripped  off  its  axis.  because  he  was  right  there,   touching  her,  scorching  her  skin  with  the  brush  of  his  thumbs.  and  he  was  surrendering.  the  sun  burning  white  like  the  flag  he  was  waving.  much  like  herself,  billy  didn’t  back  down.  proven  wrong  in  one  respect  to  be  proven  right  in  the  ways  that  were  important.  this  was  her  winning.  victorious;  she  got  the  confession  she  wanted.  why  did  she  feel  at  his  mercy,  then?  piercing  lion  gaze  turned  to  gazelle.  the  predator  fell to  prey  all  from  a  touch.   melting,  eyes  shutting,  because  she  couldn’t  look  at  him.  not  right  now.  she  was  in  danger  of  falling  even  more  in  love  with  him.   daisy  breathed  in  through  her  nose,  chest  rising.  daring  to  get  closer,  pressing  up  until  the  point  that  they  could  fall  into  one  another.  it  was  never  enough.  it  was  then  that  she  really  understood  the  song,  related  to  it  in  her  own  way.  twin  souls  split  apart,  pleading  to  be  brought  back  together.  

she  had  been  so  focused  on  getting  him  to  divulge  his  truth,  give  her  exactly  what  she  wanted  —  she  didn’t  think  far  enough  ahead.  it  never  occurred  to  her  that  she  would  win.  it  never  occurred  to  her  that  she  would  have  to  plan  the  next  step.  ❝ it’s  addictive.  i  know, ❞ she  kept  coming  back  for  more.  he  left  an  imprint  on  her  brain  from  the  moment  they  met,  unable  to  clear  out.  her  hands  were  glued  to  her  sides,  the  only  shred  of  restraint  she  granted  him.  them.  good  storytelling  requires  sacrifice.  daisy  was  giving  up  her  wants  for  the  better  of  the  fucking  song.  shit,  she  sounded  like  him.  

❝ okay. ❞  her  hands  didn’t  betray  her,  but  her  eyes  did.  they  snapped  open,  searching  his.  and  down  she  went.  deeper  and  deeper  into  this  pit  he  had  pushed  her  into.  mouth  spread  into  a  closed  lip  smile.  it  wasn’t  one  of  satisfaction,  it  was  genuine.  the  little  things  brought  her  joy,  and  billy  being  honest  was  one  of  them.  the  tug  of  that  string  dragging  them  closer.  ❝ i’ll  go  back  in  there.  but  we’re  doing  this  my  way.  i’m  not  going  to  be  hiding  behind  the  glass.  you’re  gonna  have  to  sing  it  right  in  front  of  my  face, ❞  now  she  was  smirking.  creative  genius;  she  knew  the  tension  would  be  tangible.  so  close,  yet  so  far.  a  running  theme  between  them.  daisy  paused,   relishing  the  peace,  having  him  in  her  corner.  then  her  hands  came  up  between  them.  shoving  herself  free  from  his  touch,  ❝ then  go  in  there  and  sing  like  you  fucking  mean  it. ❞   echoing  his  sentiment  back  to  him,  she  took  the  first  steps  back  into  the  studio,  leaving  him  to  follow  behind.  they  could  build  this  tension,   let  it  out  in  a  song,  but  she  knew  what  she  wanted  when  the  session  was  over.  it  was  going  to  spill  over,  they  had  pushed  it  too  far  this  time.  nearing  an  explosion. 

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YOUR FAVORITE HEAD CASE IS BACKKKKKKK

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he  swallows  down  his  fascination,  channeling  into  mere  amusement.  were  he  still  in  hazelwood  the  image  of  a  lady  cursing  at  a  lighter  before  tossing  it  away  might  have  struck  him  as  alarm  bells.  in  los  angeles,  however,  daisy  jones  does  an  excellent  job  at  making  it  seem  compelling.  she  does  not  appear  a  damsel  in  distress,  but  he  does  his  best  rendition  at  coming  to  the  rescue.  searching  palms  pat  over  his  pocket,  the  lighter  sits  in  the  same  pocket  as  his  mostly  empty  wallet,  he  fishes  it  out.  apt  fingers  flip  the  lid  open,  producing  a  flame,  and  jealously  waits  for  the  cigarette  to  be  placed  between  her  lips  once  more.    “  yeah,  fuck  ‘em  all.  ”    billy  does  not  see  himself  becoming  a  father  any  time  soon,  his  dreams  reside  elsewhere  but  he  reckons  that  it  takes  a  special  sort  of  asshole  to  abandon  their  children  –  graham  was  only  five, for  fucks  sake,  and  already  clearly  on  his  way  to  becoming  the  sweetest  kid  alive. 

“  nowhere  is  as  expensive,  daisy.  i  don’t  know  how  to  describe  pittsburgh.  ”    steel  mills  weren’t  much  to  look  at.  his  hometown  was  immutable,  and  billy  knew  from  the  moment  he  crossed  statelines,  that  he  was  always  meant  to  leave.    “  it  isn’t  nearly  as  pretty,  it’s  real  hard  day’s  night  out  there.  you  know,  i’d  never  seen  a  palm  tree  before?  ”    billy  debates  whether  to  settle  on  the  wall  next  to  her,  but  finds  he  likes  looking  at  her  while  she  speaks,  he  wouldn’t  want  to  miss  a  moment  of  her.  she  sings too,  and  while  it  registers  in  his  brain  as  a  new  piece  of  meaningful  information,  it  does  not  come  as  a  surprise.    “  says  who?  ”    billy  asks.  it’s  hard  to  imagine  someone  telling  daisy  she  is  ‘not  enough’.  sure,  he  may  not  know  her  very  well,  but  she  spills  over,  magnetism  oozes  of  her  every  word.  how  can  she  believe  there  is  something  she  lacks?      “  i’d  love  to  hear  you  sing  sometime.  ”      billy  smiles,  at  it  all:  her  response.  her  question.  her.  it  may  be  off-putting  to  admit.  but  he  will  not  play  humble  and  bashful.  will  not  pretend  to  be  undeserving  when  he  knows  they  are  not.    “  we’re  great.  ”

[regretsher]

like  a  moth  to  a  flame,    she  leaned  into  it.    allowing  the  fire  to  catch  on  the  edge  of  her  cigarette.    accepting  a  gift  from  this  stranger  turned  savior.    menthol  tingles  breathed  in  and  back  out,    releasing  it  in  a  sigh,    her  eyes  fallen  closed.    family  wasn’t  important.    every  turn  she  took,    they  disappointed  her.    or  she  disappointed  them.    depended  on  what  side  one  was  looking  in  through.    a  father  with  a  talent  for  hiding  who  he  was  behind  a  canvas.    hiding  from  his  responsibilities.    a  mother  who  wanted  to  stay  young  so  badly  that  she  pretended  her  child  didn’t  even  exist.    if  that  existence  was  made  clear,    it  called  for  a  scolding.    daisy  would  have  preferred  no  parents  to  the  ones  she  had.    bud  was  put  out  beneath  her  toe,    shoving  off  from  the  brick  wall,      ❝ it’s  not  so  easy  work  here  either. ❞      she  patted  his  chest;    new  additions  to  the  life  in  la  never  saw  it  right  away.    the  scraping,    the  struggling.    living  off  ramen,    enjoyed  from  a  friend’s  couch.      ❝ at  least  it’s  mostly  service  jobs  here.    only  dealing  with  rich  assholes  that  you  have  to  pretend  are  always  right, ❞      arm  linked  with  his,    tugging  him  towards  the  coffee  shop.      ❝ enough  dicking  around.    i  need  some  caffeine. ❞   

straight  up  to  the  cash  register,    she  ordered  herself  a  latte,      ❝ and  let  me  guess?    black  coffee  for  the  tough  guy  here.    oh!    and  it’s  on  him. ❞      the  coffees  were  made  in  record  time.    she  sipped  at  the  scalding  drink,    halting  her  steps  when  she  heard  his  confession.      ❝ never  seen  a  palm  tree  before  you  came  here?    next  thing  you’re  gonna  drop  on  me  is  that  you’ve  never  seen  the  ocean. ❞      they  took  a  seat  at  the  closest  table  to  the  door.    ( 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 )      ❝ not  to  hop  on  the  shitty  parents  train  again,    but  my  mother.    never  wanted  to  hear  my  voice,    and  she  definitely  didn’t  think  my  writing  was  any  good, ❞      hands  circled  around  the  paper  cup.    the  heat  was  soothing  to  the  touch.    more  softness  came  from  this  drink  than  her  parents.    funny.      ❝ i  mostly  sing  in  the  shower,    but  if  you  wanna  hear  me,    my  best  friend  simone  got  me  a  gig, ❞      she  shrugged,    it’s  not  that  she  didn’t  believe  in  herself.    she  knew  she  was  good.    but  would  the  people  like  her?      ❝ okay,    hot  shot,    i  need  to  hear  you  sing  then,  too. ❞

[regretsher]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— ugh i wish you were here!

[ 📲 • jules ] —— i wish you were here!

[ 📲 • jules ] —— come to sound city. i’ll even give you cookies like old times.

[regretsher]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— stop sending me that wink face.

[ 📲 • teddy graham ] —— no. ;)

[ 📲 • teddy graham ] —— do you expect me to send a normal smile? that’s boring.

[regretsher]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— why did you stop texting me?

[ 📲 • billy dumbass ] —— why? fuck off.

[ 📲 • billy dumbass ] —— i’m clearly right, you’re too busy wearing your ass as a hat.

[regretsher]

omg mother is back

here and ready to give billy dumbass some hell

[vaememes]

text messages.

[ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to drunk text me rn? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey what are you doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— didn’t you get my last text? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you ignoring me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m so bored! [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey you 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— blue is definitely your color 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— ugh i wish you were here! [ 📲 • sms ] —— i think you’re going to like what you see 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you’ve been on my mind all day today. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i can’t stop thinking about you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you gonna fall asleep on me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— NO don’t fall asleep on me again tonight! [ 📲 • sms ] —— you fell asleep on me last night! you owe me now [ 📲 • sms ] —— send me a picture 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey cutie! haven’t talked to you in a while! [ 📲 • sms ] —— why did you stop texting me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey can i call you now? [ 📲 • sms ] —— call me rather talk on the phone [ 📲 • sms ] —— sweet dreams….with me in them 😉 jk [ 📲 • sms ] —— oooooh, i like the sound of that 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you doing tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you wanna hang out tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you wanna do tomorrow? ☺️ [ 📲 • sms ] —— you looked really good today. [ 📲 • sms ] —— can’t wait to see you xoxo [ 📲 • sms ] —— talk dirty to me [ 📲 • sms ] —— maybe i can stay the night with you tomorrow [ 📲 • sms ] —— dang you take long enough to text back. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you are the slowest texter ever. 😒 [ 📲 • sms ] —— i hate texting you sometimes. you take forever. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you take forever and a day to reply. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i was wondering where you went. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what happened? where did you go? [ 📲 • sms ] —— k. [ 📲 • sms ] —— ok that’s cool. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what’s wrong with you? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey where was you today? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you wanna come over? [ 📲 • sms ] —— why are you texting me? i’m standing right beside you… [ 📲 • sms ] —— i hate one word texters. [ 📲 • sms ] —— stop one wording me. 😒 [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you mad at me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you wanna talk about? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you like me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i love you 😍 [ 📲 • sms ] —— miss you 😘 [ 📲 • sms ] —— stop sending me that wink face. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you okay? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m gonna take a shower brb [ 📲 • sms ] —— hold on i gotta do something real quick. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to sext me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— my dog/cat said he/she missed you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what’s your dog/cat doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you watching? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i see how it is 😜 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you can’t text me but you can be on facebook/twitter/instagram/ [ 📲 • sms ] —— how come you never text me anymore? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i gave you my number so you could text me punk 😛 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you never text me back anymore ☹️ [ 📲 • sms ] —— sorry didn’t mean to bug you [ 📲 • sms ] —— you only text me when i text you first. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you never text me first! [ 📲 • sms ] —— wanna go catch a movie tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you mean by that status you posted? [ 📲 • sms ] —— guess what emoji is next to your name in my phone? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey stranger. stop being a stranger. [ 📲 • sms ] —— did you miss me? 😆 [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m looking through your pictures right now. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i saw that selfie you just posted. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you text me after i upload a bomb selfie i see. [ 📲 • sms ] —— it’s okay you don’t to lie to me. [ 📲 • sms ] —— aww, that was so sweet. ☺️  [ 📲 • sms ] —— aww, that just made me smile. ️☺️☺️  [ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g i’m punching you so hard the next time i see you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g you get on my nerves. [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey there ! remember me ? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you going to ignore me again tomorrow?

[regretsher]

hi. it’s me.

[regretsher]

brb gonna give my multi some love for the next few days bc drafts are down to single digits!

[manupropria-arch]

@regretsher  ;  🛏️  -  a starter where our muses have to share one bed.  ( ask prompts. )

…  this can’t be happening.  no.  no,  no,  no,  no.  no way.  nev––  ‘ the bus is down,  the roads are slick as shit,  we’re in for the night.  make it work. ’  sometimes,  rod really egged him on.  he considered consequence for a moment.  consequence,  fate,  and shit luck.  his jaw clenches in an obvious display of protest;  but he’d known there was little to no way out of this  …  –––  he could sleep on the floor  …  he looks over his shoulder,  surveying the tiny motel room,  and doesn’t miss the scurry of a rat in its far corner.  great.

          great.

now,  he looks to daisy who appears to be amused.  that irks him,  too.  “ fine. ”  she could have echoed his sentiment,  but he didn’t hear her.  rather,  he made every effort not to.

          his heart was already racing  …  

[regretsher]

better to be in a hotel than outside in the tundra fucking weather of whatever town they were stranded in. the bus was clearly out of wack. she could smell the shitting motor, even with the hot box going on in the back of the bus. of course she’d be stuck sharing a room with this piece of shit. but she wouldn’t lose sleep over it. he was the one that regretted her first. standing by the door with her arms crossed snuggly over her chest, she basked in the panic that crossed his features at their living arrangement. watching him squirm was a win on its own. ❝ what? never slept in a one star before? ❞ the musty smell wafted from the damp flooring. hopefully the sheets were clean, at least. ❝ you can stand there with your dick in your hands, but i’m getting comfortable, ❞ off came the pants, leaving her in a sheer shirt and underwear. already more clothes than she was used to sleeping in. the springs creaked as she hopped into the bed, ❝ sleep on the floor, in the tub, next to me, whatever. just make up your goddamn mind. ❞