lace & paper flowers

ruby flynn & the dogwood blossoms singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist & occasional poet. twenty-five.

[drabbles-and-ideas]

Confess something you've thought about me on anon

[soliduncertainty]

[rubyflynn-x]

itsolgood​:

Ollie was panting the more they tread up the incline behind Ruby, starting to groan from how hot they were. They were easily affected by strong temperatures along with other textures and noises, so they just wanted to be able to sit somewhere in the shade and enjoy the picnic. “Are we almost there?” they called. “My legs hurt! And I’m hot!” they said, but when they saw what Ruby was talking about their excessive excitement wasn’t shy about popping back out. “Oooh,” they said as they looked around, their hands flapping at their sides. “So pretty! The sky is so blue today! Ya wanna sit under the tree?” 

"Almost.” She called out over her shoulder to Ollie. Their sentiments were reflected by Ruby who was indeed feeling the burn in her calf muscles. The view of the town against the crisp blue sky was enough to make her forget that though and the beads of sweat on her forehead, and she was very glad it had gotten Ollie onside too. “Like a cornflower blue. My favourite kind.” Ruby mused, a small smile emerging on her lips at the other’s excitement. “Hell yeah, out of this heat.” As they reached the foot of the shade, Ruby spread the picnic blanket out and knelt down onto it with the picnic basket at her hands. “Now, I couldn’t decide between salmon, salad or prosciutto sandwiches...” She began as she pulled out the platter of neatly quartered sandwiches. “So I made all three.” 

[rubyflynn-x]

Just like the juice of the peach that ran down her forearm, the sun was sticky on Ruby’s bare shoulders. Still, she wouldn’t be convinced that a swim was what she needed. She could cool herself off enough with her feet dipped into the pool and the stone fruit in her hand. “I don’t think so...” Ruby crinkled her nose up at the other's suggestion of a swim and suckled up the nectar that had skidded down her arm. “It needs to be at least eighty degrees out for me to get in.” @shstarters​

[rubyflynn-x]

Text: Open

Jacob: quick.

Jacob: is a hot dog a sandwich? 🌭

Jacob: it's for science

Ruby: Absolutely not.

Ruby: Jacob, how dare you insult sandwiches like that.

[rubyflynn-x]

the piano knows something i don’t know, emperor’s new clothes

the piano knows something i don’t know: do you play any musical instruments? if so, when did you start learning them?

"Several, in fact. I started playing the violin and piano when I was six years old. I was classically trained in both until I was seventeen. I picked up my first guitar at eleven and fell in love. At sixteen I learned to play the base guitar and fell in love for the second time. I’ve tried drums, but I’ve never mastered more than a couple of basic drum beats. Since I met The Dogwood Blossoms, I’ve also learned the harmonica and the French horn.”

emperor’s new clothes: how similar are you to the way you were three years ago?

"I’d like to think so. I don’t think I’ve ever really changed much. A little more bitter and jaded, sure, but I’ve always known who I am in my very core.”

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[rubyflynn-x]

‘so i ran with dreams to reach the skyline and straight up that incline, i ran towards the blue’ – leadlight - julia jacklin

“C’mon, hon!” Ruby was breathless and giggly as her slender legs trucked up the incline. A picnic at the top of the tallest hill in the park had seemed like a wonderful idea at the time. But she’d not been here since she was seventeen and she didn’t remember it being this steep. Hiking the picnic basket a little further over her shoulder, she turned to Ollie with a small smirk curling her lips. “The view is worth it, I promise.” ( @itsolgood​ )

send   a   🎤    &   i’ll   shuffle   my   music   & use   the   lyrics   to   write   a   starter  .

[rubyflynn-x]

‘daisy, baby, are you driving home? 'cause this baby doesn't want to walk alone’ – daisy - pond

Despite her firm words (and then some), a stranger she’d spoken to earlier in the evening was still making eyes at her across the bar. Their gaze felt uncomfortable on Ruby and she was desperate to shrug it off. Dark eyes caught Cassia standing up from stool on the other edge of the group, so Ruby leapt at the chance. “Did you drive home, hon? Mind if I grab a lift?” ( @oftenderveins​ )

send   a   🎤    &   i’ll   shuffle   my   music   & use   the   lyrics   to   write   a   starter  .

[rubyflynn-x]

‘all the people look like ants from up here and the wind's the only traffic you can hear’ – elevator operator - courtney barnett

Ruby’s back was pressed up against the concrete ledge at the edge of The Green Room’s rooftop -- a secret area she’d been gifted the knowledge of in her recent artist’s tour of the venue. “It’s beautiful up here, isn’t it?” She asked Dodge. Her dark eyes peered up at him from the cigarette she was rolling tightly between her fingers. “It reminds me of the city. Everyone seems so peaceful several stories up.” ( @iamdodge​ )

send   a   🎤    &   i’ll   shuffle   my   music   & use   the   lyrics   to   write   a   starter  .

[loisnclark]

      send   a   🎤    &   i'll   shuffle   my   music   &   use   the   lyrics   to   write   a   starter  .   

[ask-bait]

FULL PANIC! AT THE DISCO ASKS 💿

A FEVER YOU CAN’T SWEAT OUT

introduction: what’s the first thing people notice about you?

the only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage: to what extent do you trust mainstream media?

london beckoned songs about money written by machines: best city you’ve been to?

nails for breakfast, tacks for snacks: what’s your favourite breakfast?

camisado: poetic lyrics or a catchy beat?

time to dance: answer with a quote you live by.

lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off: favourite item of clothing you own?

intermission: what was the best thing about the last tv show you watched?

but it’s better if you do: what’s a risk you’re glad you took?

i write sins not tragedies: favourite panic! at the disco song?

i constantly thank god for esteban: would you rather have a live band or dj at your wedding?

there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet: most spiteful thing you’ve ever done?

build god, then we’ll talk: were you raised religious?

PRETTY. ODD.

we’re so starving: what’s your all-time favourite meal?

nine in the afternoon: morning person or night owl?

she’s a handsome woman: name a fictional character you love that everyone else hates.

do you know what i’m seeing?: what colour are your eyes?

that green gentleman (things have changed): talk about a time in your life when things have changed, for better or worse.

i have friends in holy spaces: name your favourite thing about your best friend.

northern downpour: write a three-sentence description of your favourite kind of weather.

when the day met the night: talk about someone who changed you for the better.

pas de cheval: on a scale of 1-10, how self-admiring are you?

the piano knows something i don’t know: do you play any musical instruments? if so, when did you start learning them?

behind the sea: how far from the ocean do you live?

folkin’ around: what’s your favourite music genre?

she had the world: is there anything you regret letting go?

from a mountain in the middle of the cabins: describe the exterior and surroundings of your dream house.

mad as rabbits: what was your first pet called? if you never had one, what would you have liked to call a pet?

VICES & VIRTUES

the ballad of mona lisa: name an obscure movie/book you think more people should know.

let’s kill tonight: name someone you believe deserves to suffer.

hurricane: who in your life makes you feel the most alive?

memories: what’s your opinion on “five year plans”?

trade mistakes: what did you learn from your last major mistake?

ready to go (get me out of my mind): one panic! album has to be destroyed. which do you choose?

always: have you ever enjoyed a book you’ve read for school?

the calendar: favourite season?

sarah smiles: do you believe love can last forever?

nearly witches (ever since we met…): name your favourite horror movie.

TOO WEIRD TO LIVE, TOO RARE TO DIE!

this is gospel: original version or piano version?

miss jackson: favourite music video, by any band or artist, of all time?

vegas lights: are you good at keeping secrets?

girl that you love: what languages do you speak?

nicotine: what is your opinion on smoking?

girls/girls/boys: what’s your sexuality?

casual affair: do you prefer casual or long-term relationships?

far too young to die: what is one thing you wish you could control?

collar full: polo shirts or t-shirts?

the end of all things: would you rather write someone a love song or have someone write one for you?

DEATH OF A BACHELOR

victorious: what’s your favourite way to celebrate?

don’t threaten me with a good time: talk about a memorable fun night in your life.

hallelujah: tell the story of a scar you have.

emperor’s new clothes: how similar are you to the way you were three years ago?

death of a bachelor: describe your perfect romantic partner.

crazy=genius: favourite fictional genius?

la devotee: how do you feel about where you grew up?

golden days: if you had a polaroid camera with only one shot, what would you take a photo of?

the good, the bad and the dirty: list three unpopular opinions you have, relating to anything.

house of memories: how long have you lived in the place you currently live?

impossible year: what year was the best of your life? how about the worst?

PRAY FOR THE WICKED

(fuck a) silver lining: do you ever want to get married?

say amen (saturday night): describe your ideal saturday night.

hey look ma, i made it: do you have a good relationship with your family?

high hopes: are you an optimist?

roaring 20s: where do you want to be at the end of your 20s? if you’re already there, are you happy with where you are?

dancing’s not a crime: are you good at dancing?

one of the drunks: what social group would you place yourself in?

the overpass: where did you first meet your favourite person?

king of the clouds: answer with a picture of the sky.

old fashioned: what’s your favourite book/movie from before 1980?

dying in la: if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you choose?

[darkmacademia]

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‘mystery of love’ by sufjan stevens but you’re picking flowers in your countryside backyard while your neighbor who you’re secretly in love with plays music you can hear through their open window. (headphones recommended) (youtube)

[eliamatrell]

— TONI MORRISON, from ‘Beloved’.

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moodboard for @amadryades

[rubyflynn-x]

maddoxsaviano​:

“Probably. I mean, I don’t really remember that far back. It was the eighties”, Maddox said. To her, there would be no benefit to claiming she was younger, but he didn’t do that either. He could joke about it and acknowledge he looked younger than he was, but he wasn’t really at all subtle about it that he was old. “I know. Makes me a happier cook”, he said. He was always happy to cook, but getting to go through farmer’s markets to find what he was going to cook with was part of the fun for him. “That sounds awesome. I love jazz”, he said. New York was nothing special, a lot of hype with not much content but if there was a reason to go, he’d go. “How’s that going? Your music?”

“Oh, what was that like?” Ruby patted her hand over her clavicle as she posed the question. “Did you ever stand outside a girl’s house holding a boombox over your head?” She was teasing, but honestly it sounded a lot better that being sixteen in the 2010’s. “Oh, absolutely. Case in point.” She gestured her open hand towards the grazing plate. “I mean, not that I’ve cooked it. But I really like it when things have a story. Food especially.” Ruby flashed her eyes gently at Maddox as she reached for a slice of fig and popped it into her mouth. “Watch this space then.” Ruby said on a sip of wine. Mentally marking the dates off in her head. “Really well, actually. Nothing like a nightmare of a relationship to get the creative juices going…” An eyebrow arched as she gulped down a bigger sip of wine. “I always wonder about you, Maddox. Is being a cartoonist a creative outlet? I mean, I know it is insofar as being a creator. But what about your anger? Your heartbreak? Where does that go, you know?”

[rubyflynn-x]