ROCK / RUIN ! *

i can ruin this night by myself.

[rockruin]

WRITE A LIST OF THINGS YOU'LL REGRET / I'LL BE ON TOP SMOKING A CIGARETTE.

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 from taylor jenkins reid's novel DAISY JONES & THE SIX and the upcoming amazon prime miniseries. independent and selective , multiverse and multiship , mostly canon compliant. presence of triggering and mature themes — please only follow if 21 or older. a study in : burning out instead of fading away, meteoric rise to stardom, legends that remain so for dying out too fast, music that burns and consumes, twin flames that are not soulmates, the endless quest for love. CARRD. ASK. OTHER BLOGS: DADUKOS / CRIME OC. RIPELY - PINES / MULTIMUSE.

as recorded by rylan , 29 , she / her.

[rockruin]

i'm checking out for tonight but like for a lyric - based starter that you'll probably receive in the next days / weeks / geological eras honestly who the fuck knows anymore <3

[luckbabe]

he  waits  for  their  fate  to  be  determined,  not  saying  a  word.  swaying  to  the  rhythm  of  don’t  go  breaking  my  heart  spilling  over  from  the  other  room,  the  rock  purists  were  easily  spotted  with  their  unhappy  groans,  but  graham  finds  comfort,  displays  a  docile  little  simper,  in  such  a  fitting  plea  for  his  ongoing  entanglement.  their  current  predicament  brings  him  back  to  earth,  presses  his  to  the  speaker,  the  lack  of  response  tasting  a  lot  like  triumph  on  his  tongue.  his  blatant  placid  expression  shifts  into  one  of  confusion,  barely  trailing  behind  her  train  of  thought.    “  ‘course  not.  “  the  breeze  may  not  be  what  they  once  were,  but  a  number  one  record  did  place  them  just  out  of  their  measly  reach.  far  from  the  end  of  the  line,  a  lightbulb  goes  off  in  his  head,  illuminating  the  path  for  a  genius  idea:  a  courteous  knock  on  a  door,  a  census  of  sorts,  and  a definitive answer  at  last.  “  but  i’ll  bet  warren’s  latest  conquest  does!  she  said  she’s  followed  everyone.  “    graham  recalls,  recounting  his  polite  conversation  with  the  groupie-du-jour  earlier.  he  hangs  the  phone  back  into  position  with  renewed  vigor.  the  following  day,  he’d  blame  daisy’s  bewitching  powers  for  enabling  him,  but  it  is  him  that  grabs  her  by  the  wrist  and  drags  her  to  the  dive  bar’s  haziest  corner.    “ c’mon,  tiny  love.  let’s  take  my  future  car  out  for a spin,  you  can  start  saying  goodbye.  ”

[rockruin]

𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 ( 𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ) that this will be the kind of night that will be remembered — be it for the tragic nature of her impending loss or the epic, gold-flaked glare of victory reflecting over graham’s inevitable dismay. whatever the outcome, it is the kind of night that seems to crackle the way fire does: embers flying off between bad decisions and questionable morals, but it fuels. the drive towards chaos and movie screen worthy explosions is there, embedded into her genes as inheritance from a mother prone to fury: the bomb is there, graham provides the fuse. in an instant her smile grows wider, brighter, not toying around the frayed edges of a bad idea anymore but fully embracing its wildly stupid potential — ❝ you know, you can be quite brilliant sometimes, for a dunne ❞ , daisy half shouts over the music as he drags her across the bar, hazily spinning through lights and voices that seem to blur gently into the background, making way for the adventure laying out before them. ❝ i can’t wait to see the look on your stupid face when you realize just how badly you fucked up. ❞ 

by the car, she rummages through her purse looking for keys, and carves it of its contents, laid out one by one over the roof of her corvette — a half empty pack of smokes, a handful of cough drops for her throat, an orange bottle of pills click-clacking against plastic, a lipstick with the cap fallen off, half molten and dirty, a red journal tick with loose scraps of paper and a pen snuck within between its pages. at the bottom, among pills scattered like loose confetti, finally, the keys. ❝ eureka ❞ , she whispers, then turns to graham, the most unassuming baby blues opened up towards him. ❝ you wanna drive, grammy ? ❞ , daisy coos, her voice a mocking, saccarine sing-song. she fakes a toss, then twirls the keys in her hands. ❝ you wish ❞ . daisy grins, getting in the driver’s seat, starting the engine with a newfound sense of urgency. ❝ when i win, i’m gonna give you a new haircut ❞ : the declaration spoken slowly, softly, disguising its nefarious intent: she speaks it absent-mindedly, looking in the rearview as she waits. ❝ i’m thinking a bob cut ? ringo-like. not that much different from that look you guys committed to with the dunne brothers, is it ? ❞

[rockruin]

nbd i just fucked off to greece for two months and married a con artist irish prince and lost my guitar and hung out w a bunch of beatnik phonies what's up w you all

[rockruin]

I AM ALIVE, just very very busy but i should hopefully be around this week — i'm still emotionally compromised from the finale, but if you wanna hit me up and discuss plots or just yell forever about the show you can find me on disco @ dream girl evil#0296

[rockruin]

I AM UNWELL

[regrethim-a-deactivated20240628]

EVERYTHING I DO IS TO TRY AND MAKE HIM REGRET IT.

[rockruin]

the short version : i'll be slow / scarce for a few days. the long version : i'm reaching peak nervous breakdown because work(s) + social obligations are draining me dry, and leaving very little to what i really love doing ( writing daisy and all my other characters ), so right now i'm just trying to manage everything and slow down. this is just a post to say i'm sorry for how scattered i'll be, and because i'm an anxious idiot with massive fomo, a very quiet plea not to ditch me because i promise miss margaret daisy jones is still in my heart and i'll be back to being chaotic as soon as i can, just right now life's kinda beating me at that game. sorry folks, i'll hopefully get back on track soon !

[rockruin]

all i will say for today and through the weekend is : AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[sophie-baek]

DAISY JONES & THE SIX Episode 5: Fire

[rockruin]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — a jarring sequence of notes she keeps humming not out of quiet cheerfulness but more as an efort to kee pherself calm, focused on the task at hand. there is a certain unease in her movements, her nerves betraying her: that room feels too stuffy, today. his presence undeniable, like a heavy piece of decor you constantly have to walk around —— billy dunne fills up the room, and she feels crushed. the excuse of a coffee takes her out of the room, into the small kitchenette the studio offers, but the coffee machine seems about just as nervous as her today — huffing and puffing but never quite starting. it takes about seventeen minutes of arguing with it to surrender — wave a metaphorical white flag at herself and poke her head through the door, to the only other person in the studio at the moment. a feigned casual tone, controlling the sound she emits, as she asks billy: ❝ do you know how to work the coffee machine , before i slam it against the wall ? ❞ —— @soulkicked ( sc. )

[rockruin]

❝  i know you can be better—i’ve seen you be better than this!  ❞ ( billy ) — @rebourn re : prompts for frenemies , accepting.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — she doesn’t exactly know it but can sort of remember it, vaguely, through the haze of last night’s mistakes. not an easy feat, perceiving anything through the fragments of life scattered all over the room. half burnt cigarettes and pills, piles of clothes resembling humans and turning out empty, just like humans. and him, towering above it all. the proud king standing tall above the derelict — he stands in front of the window, blocking out the early sunrise, and for a split second daisy laughs to an irony only she seems to be picking up. ❝ aw. when was that, dear ? before or after i crowned you king of the strip ? ❞.

she yawns, vainly rubs the hangover off her eyes, her hand still aimlessly searching for the bottle. what was it, tequila ? or rum, or vodka — won’t quite matter, as long as it stings. as long as it washes down the resentment in his voice. but when she finds it she’s clumsy, she knocks the bottle over, clear liquid beginning to spill over the pale silk of a dress she said she adored just two weeks before, and now seems more useful as a rag. ❝ fuck… ❞, she mutters, and deep down she’s grateful. ‘cause this means she won’t have to turn and look at him. at that look in his face that says this, whatever this ever was, has its days numbered. ❝ did you just come here for a pep talk ?  ❞, daisy asks, but doesn’t turn. only stops her feeble attempt at drying up the booze to give him the dignity of silence for a reply, yet before it can come she intercepts:  ❝ ‘cause it’s too early for one of those, and frankly, i have no use for it. ❞ 

[fightingdragonswithwho]

RILEY KEOUGH as DAISY JONES DAISY JONES AND THE SIX (2023)

[leneemusing]

PROMPTS FOR FRENEMIES,  ENEMIES TO LOVERS  AND  REFORMED VILLAINS

❝  so is that a ‘no’ to solving this with murder…?  ❞

❝  look i said i’d help you let’s not make a big thing out of it.  ❞

❝  i’m only helping you to make sure you don’t fuck it up.  ❞

❝  okay,  i’m just gonna nod and pretend to get this whole moral high ground speech you’re giving me so we can move on.  ❞

❝  i know you can be so much more than this.  ❞

❝  would you just stop treating me like something you’re trying to fix?  ❞

❝  don’t get any weird ass ideas,  i’m just here cause we want the same thing.  ❞

❝  why do you do that?  every time i think we’re getting somewhere you shut down and do something stupid to try push me away again. ❞

❝  see the thing about your plan is,  it’s not gonna fucking work.  let me do this my way.  ❞

❝  i’m only saying this once so don’t ever bring it up again,  but i actually like having you around.  you challenge me.  i like that.  ❞

❝  stop posturing and just let me help you.  ❞

❝  we do work well together,  but i don’t belong here any more than you belong where i do.   ❞

❝  okay,  i’m sick of you acting like i’ve somehow had it easier than you.  ‘cause i haven’t.  i just choose not to be a dick about my shit.  ❞

❝  you make me want to be better.  sometimes that feels good,  but a lot of the time…i feel like it’ll never be enough.  ❞

❝  i never asked you to change,  why can’t you just accept how i am too?  ❞

❝  i know you can be better—i’ve seen you be better than this!  ❞

❝  why does it matter so much to you what i choose to be?  ❞

❝  actually,  i think we rub off on each other quite well.  ❞

❝  okay if you smile at me like that one more time i’m going home you smug little shit.  ❞

❝  no— don’t start.  i’m here,  i’m making an effort.  ❞

❝  you’ve got quite the mean streak in you,  haven’t you?  i’m impressed.  ❞

❝  wow,  i didn’t think you knew how to be selfish.  ❞

❝  well,  i didn’t think you knew how to be selfless.  ❞

❝  i have a lot of regrets.  and if i’m honest,  i envy you.  you alway seem so sure of what is or isn’t right.  ❞

❝  if you would just let me speak for a moment you’d see we’re on the same side here.  ❞

❝  if you tell anyone about last night,  i’ll cut your tongue off.  ❞

❝  alright,  so we kissed.  don’t get so bent out of shape about it.  ❞

❝  are you ashamed?  about being with me?  ❞

❝  it’s not that i don’t want anyone to know about us,  i just don’t think they’d understand.  ❞

❝  i think you like being around me ‘cause you don’t quite have to be so uptight as you do with all your little friends.  ❞

❝  i can’t seem to stay away from you.  ❞

❝  alright,  okay—we’ll do this your way.  but i can’t promise there won’t be mild complaining.  ❞

❝  i said i’m fine.  go find someone who actually likes your fussing.  ❞

❝  careful there,  someone might think you’re actually starting to care.  ❞

❝  it’s fine,  you wouldn’t be—well,  you,  if you could do something like this.  that’s why i’m here isn’t it?  ❞

❝  you brought me along because i can do things you can’t handle.  so just let me do my part then,  yeah?  ❞

❝  no, lets find another way.  ❞

❝  someday,  you’re gonna have to learn there isn’t always another way.  there isn’t always a right answer.  ❞

❝  before i met you,  i used to understand where i stood on everything.  now it’s all…mixed up.  ❞

❝  the world has never been black and white,  you’re just starting to see the grey for the first time.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to do this,  let me do it for you.  ❞

❝  no,  we’ll do this together.  ❞

❝  i’m not heartless,  you know.  i just don’t see the point in wearing it on my sleeve all the time.  ❞

❝  i don’t think you’re weak,  by the way.  in fact,  in some ways you have strengths i’d never be able to possess.  ❞

❝  just because i don’t do things the way you do doesn’t mean i’m wrong.  ❞

❝  i do trust you.  you’ve earned that.  ❞

❝  oh god,  don’t look at me like that.  i’d rather you just be angry than do the whole disappointed face.  ❞

❝  i didn’t let you down,  i don’t answer to you!  ❞

❝  why can’t you just try to have a little hope?  ❞

❝  i may live to regret saying this,  but i agree with you actually.  ❞

[rockruin]

𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘼𝙎 𝙁𝙐𝙉 𝘼𝙎 𝘼 𝙅𝘼𝙈𝙈𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙋 𝙂𝙐𝙉!

𝙍𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙍𝙐𝙄𝙉, independent, selective DAISY JONES from daisy jones and the six. book and show based. presence of mature and triggering content — only follow if 21 or older. recorded by rylan. — PERSONALS DNI.

[leneemusing]

PROMPTS FOR FRENEMIES,  ENEMIES TO LOVERS  AND  REFORMED VILLAINS

❝  so is that a ‘no’ to solving this with murder…?  ❞

❝  look i said i’d help you let’s not make a big thing out of it.  ❞

❝  i’m only helping you to make sure you don’t fuck it up.  ❞

❝  okay,  i’m just gonna nod and pretend to get this whole moral high ground speech you’re giving me so we can move on.  ❞

❝  i know you can be so much more than this.  ❞

❝  would you just stop treating me like something you’re trying to fix?  ❞

❝  don’t get any weird ass ideas,  i’m just here cause we want the same thing.  ❞

❝  why do you do that?  every time i think we’re getting somewhere you shut down and do something stupid to try push me away again. ❞

❝  see the thing about your plan is,  it’s not gonna fucking work.  let me do this my way.  ❞

❝  i’m only saying this once so don’t ever bring it up again,  but i actually like having you around.  you challenge me.  i like that.  ❞

❝  stop posturing and just let me help you.  ❞

❝  we do work well together,  but i don’t belong here any more than you belong where i do.   ❞

❝  okay,  i’m sick of you acting like i’ve somehow had it easier than you.  ‘cause i haven’t.  i just choose not to be a dick about my shit.  ❞

❝  you make me want to be better.  sometimes that feels good,  but a lot of the time…i feel like it’ll never be enough.  ❞

❝  i never asked you to change,  why can’t you just accept how i am too?  ❞

❝  i know you can be better—i’ve seen you be better than this!  ❞

❝  why does it matter so much to you what i choose to be?  ❞

❝  actually,  i think we rub off on each other quite well.  ❞

❝  okay if you smile at me like that one more time i’m going home you smug little shit.  ❞

❝  no— don’t start.  i’m here,  i’m making an effort.  ❞

❝  you’ve got quite the mean streak in you,  haven’t you?  i’m impressed.  ❞

❝  wow,  i didn’t think you knew how to be selfish.  ❞

❝  well,  i didn’t think you knew how to be selfless.  ❞

❝  i have a lot of regrets.  and if i’m honest,  i envy you.  you alway seem so sure of what is or isn’t right.  ❞

❝  if you would just let me speak for a moment you’d see we’re on the same side here.  ❞

❝  if you tell anyone about last night,  i’ll cut your tongue off.  ❞

❝  alright,  so we kissed.  don’t get so bent out of shape about it.  ❞

❝  are you ashamed?  about being with me?  ❞

❝  it’s not that i don’t want anyone to know about us,  i just don’t think they’d understand.  ❞

❝  i think you like being around me ‘cause you don’t quite have to be so uptight as you do with all your little friends.  ❞

❝  i can’t seem to stay away from you.  ❞

❝  alright,  okay—we’ll do this your way.  but i can’t promise there won’t be mild complaining.  ❞

❝  i said i’m fine.  go find someone who actually likes your fussing.  ❞

❝  careful there,  someone might think you’re actually starting to care.  ❞

❝  it’s fine,  you wouldn’t be—well,  you,  if you could do something like this.  that’s why i’m here isn’t it?  ❞

❝  you brought me along because i can do things you can’t handle.  so just let me do my part then,  yeah?  ❞

❝  no, lets find another way.  ❞

❝  someday,  you’re gonna have to learn there isn’t always another way.  there isn’t always a right answer.  ❞

❝  before i met you,  i used to understand where i stood on everything.  now it’s all…mixed up.  ❞

❝  the world has never been black and white,  you’re just starting to see the grey for the first time.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to do this,  let me do it for you.  ❞

❝  no,  we’ll do this together.  ❞

❝  i’m not heartless,  you know.  i just don’t see the point in wearing it on my sleeve all the time.  ❞

❝  i don’t think you’re weak,  by the way.  in fact,  in some ways you have strengths i’d never be able to possess.  ❞

❝  just because i don’t do things the way you do doesn’t mean i’m wrong.  ❞

❝  i do trust you.  you’ve earned that.  ❞

❝  oh god,  don’t look at me like that.  i’d rather you just be angry than do the whole disappointed face.  ❞

❝  i didn’t let you down,  i don’t answer to you!  ❞

❝  why can’t you just try to have a little hope?  ❞

❝  i may live to regret saying this,  but i agree with you actually.  ❞

[rockruin]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

NAME:  rylan PRONOUNS:  she/her PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:  ims or discord MOST ACTIVE MUSE:  daisy jones ( on tumblr, but my main muse is an oc i'm currently writing off tumblr ). EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS:  roleplaying in general ? seventeen years, give or take. on tumblr, it's nearing ten years. PLATFORMS YOU USE:  tumblr, discord, jcink. BEST EXPERIENCE:  a lot of friendships, and the main ship i've built with one of my closest partners, that's existed for two years this april and means so fucking much to me. RP PET PEEVES: the shallowness of most of the indie rp community tbh. the way we use characters and plots to "fill in the blanks" of ready-made dynamics we want while most don't really give a shit about characters themselves. also i have nothing against smut itself but the abundance of it kinda weirds me out ?? FLUFF,   ANGST,   OR SMUT:  ah, well. angst will always take the cake, and i guess that says a lot about me as a person. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: my sweet spot is medium length but i always end up writing way too much anyway so long, i guess. BEST TIME TO WRITE:  early morning or late night, there is no middle ground. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES:  fuck no — my main oc has something of me, daisy probably has nothing of me if not the love for music and the desperate need to feel seen, but the rest ? i'm a coward and she's a dramatic bitch <3

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