nobody love

Athena Morgan. 23. future pop sensation. lover of all things swaggy. feminist. certified bitch.

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TEXTS: OPEN

Athena: i LOST MY VOICE???

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mxthesonjxrvis:

Matheson listened to the girl playing her music, and he couldn’t help but smile at her obviously doing something that she loves. The second she finished the song, Matheson erupted into applause. “T-that was so amazing! Y-you’re so g-great at music!”

Athena stopped mid-turn, face flushing at his applause. “I-I... Really?” She asked shyly, heart thumping wildly at the notion someone thought she was great. Tamerin’s words had beat her down so much over the years but here she was, getting validation. “Thank you, so, so much!”

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sullivanwtf:

“Why are you so odd?” Sully asked, perplexed. 

Athena wilted a bit under the comment, but she turned around and shrugged. “Sorry? Just getting some practice in and you seemed cool. I only sing to the coolest of people, to be honest.”

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Upon arriving to Paradise for a fresh start, Athena had expected a lot of things. Being blackmailed into things in fear of her biggest secret being revealed? Well, that hadn’t been one of them. However, as far as dares went hers was mild at best and if anything, the practice would be good. So, when a day where she wasn’t busy had come she’d grabbed her guitar and made her way out into a busy street. Eyes scanning, she finally picked one person and walked up, tapping at their shoulder. Once they turned around, she grinned and gave them a wink. “This is for you, doll!” With that, she began to play ‘PYT’ by Michael Jackson. After she finished, she tried to step away without any incident, hoping that maybe she’d be lucky enough to not be caught by someone asking her questions about why she was so odd.

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DARE: Here comes the bride, here comes the bride... Woops! Are we giving you flashbacks? Here's the deal, babycakes. We hear that you fancy yourself a future pop sensation - so let's put those vocal cords to the test and see what you've got, hm? Go up to as many people on the island as possible and serenade them with a cheesy love song. WARNING: Failure to do this within three days will result in a big reveal. Watch yourself, sweetie.

Fine, fine. I’ll do this even if it’s nutty.

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Valentine’s Masquerade Ball 2015.

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escsage:

“Oh yeah, i agree completely. Islands are great, especially without the constant threat of being strapped down and forced to take a drug that removes the important chemicals in your body that allows you to fall in love! Also, the beaches! Those are pretty cool, too. I’m Sage.”

“Right? I mean, I take the name Paradise literally. This place is great. I’ve always grown up around beaches so those are nothing new, but I like the vibe this place has. Oh, awesome! I’m Athena. It’s nice to meet you, Sage.”

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FROM PEN TO PAPER

She wasn’t quite sure why she’d grabbed the postcard. It was simple enough, really. Just a beach setting with messy script that said I’ll meet you here with an arrow drawn pointing to no special spot. Yet... 

Athena wiped tears from her eyes, turning her gaze up to the beach she was sure the very scene in the postcard had come from. She and Tamerin had spent their honeymoon on a beach. It hadn’t been anything fancy, of course. They’d been two wide-eyed, dumb kids barely out of high school. They’d waited until her eighteenth birthday, then eloped to escape any sort of government involvement in their relationship. They’d been young and unknowing of the temptations and heartache that came with trying to make it as an adult.

She’d grown up much quicker than he had. For the first three years, things had one rather smoothly. They both worked a lot to make ends meet in their tiny apartment, but every night when they’d come home from work they’d curled up together and assured each other that was where they wanted to be, sealing each promise with a kiss.

It wasn’t long after her twenty-third birthday and their five year anniversary that she began to notice things changing. She was always on him about spending money better, and he was always on her about wasting time writing music when she could be focusing on their relationship. Instead of begging her to play for hours on end and sing to him softly in the wee hours of the night, he was hiding her guitar strings and telling her to be quiet so he could sleep. The soft kisses and promises that went along with them began to vanish, and she began to realize that she was sharing the bed with a stranger. That was, when he came home and shared a bed with her at all. 

The young woman had done her best to act oblivious at first. After all, who wanted to admit that the person they’d vowed to spend the rest of their life with was cheating? She’d denied it to keep her sanity... Until she’d walked into their bedroom after work to find him naked with another woman in their bed. Naturally, she’d snapped. She’d screamed, cried, asked him why she wasn’t enough anymore and he couldn’t give her a good answer. Later that night, he’d packed and gone to stay with his mother.

She’d been too revolted by what had transpired in the bedroom to enter it for a day or so. Showing up to work wasn’t worth the energy. All she could do was sit there on the couch, vodka in her hand as she stared at the pictures from their honeymoon while wondering what went wrong? She’d done everything, and yet there she was. An empty shell. It wasn’t until she’d gotten up and caught a glimpse of her guitar case, pushed behind the curtains during one of Tamerin’s more annoyed moods, and she knew what needed to be done. 

Her clothes were packed, divorce papers were fast-tracked and signed on her part, and her wedding ring was hocked. The money from that and her savings was used on a one-way ticket to a place called Paradise, and a week later here she was. Hopefully, she’d never see Tamerin again.

Tearing the postcard in half, Athena stood up and walked over to the ocean’s edge, determination set heavy in her eyes. She wouldn’t meet Tamerin anywhere, ever again. For the first time in years, there was love and respect blossoming for herself, and she had a song in her heart again. No man or woman would take that from her. Nobody would ever break her heart again. Only she had the power to do that, and she wouldn’t accept anything but the best. After everything, it was what she deserved.

With those thoughts rushing through her head, a bubbly laugh erupted from her lips and the first real smile she’d had in months came to her lips.

Yeah, everything would be alright. 

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mxthesonjxrvis:

“M-my name isn’t victory, it’s Matheson…. b-but it’s a p-pleasure to meet y-you, Athena! I’m g-glad you’ve h-had a w-wonderful day!”

“Awe, aren’t you a cutie! It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Matheson. That’s such a cute name. I take it you’ve been here awhile?”

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loganbman:

Homeslice?

Yep! Homeslice McAwesomesauce. That’s your new name.

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daisybrownqt:

Nope, and besides, no one should make you do anything you don’t want to do.

See, I like this place. I like you. It’s so awesome to meet such a sweetheart.

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You drink straight vodka and let it burn your throat. It settles in your stomach like a blizzard, and only after you’re too drunk to think straight do you finally tell me the truth. You tell me that you’ve always loved her. Even when you were kissing me, even as you told me there was no one else you’d do this with, you were still thinking of what she would sound like moaning your name. And I try not to let it sting, but of course it stings. It fucking kills and you knew it would. It doesn’t matter that I said I’d be fine; I’m never fine. Don’t come to me begging and then whisper her name as you kiss me. I can taste you leaving, and it makes me vomit up everything you’ve ever said to me in an effort to get you out of my stomach. I want to pretend like she’s not on your mind, but I know she is. there’s a reason you don’t call anymore and I’m sure that she’s it.

Bloody knuckles and slammed doors– Lily Rain (via wont-time-love-us)

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loganbman:

You can’t make a decision after less than a day.

I believe I just did. Whatcha gon’ do about that, homeslice?

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daisybrownqt:

I felt the same on my first day! This is such a wonderful place.

I don’t ever want to leave. They can’t make me, right?

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macysummers:

“Oh - you’re new too? I just got here a few hours ago, but judging from your accent, I’m guessing we weren’t on the same boat.”

“Yeah, incredibly new. Probably different boats for sure, judgin’ on yours. Australian... Right? I’m Jamaican. And before you ask, yes. You are ‘jamaican’ me crazy.” 

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babe-babette:

“Have you already found love? Because if so, I am so jealous.”

“I wish. Wouldn’t that be cool? Nah, nah. I just feel happier than I have in years so I’m thinking this was the best decision I could’ve made for my own well-being.”

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smiling-george:

“A positive attitude is half the battle, after all,” George shrugged, giving the girl a small smile. “You’re new too?”

“That’s very true.” Athena nodded in agreement, rocking back and forth on her heels. The excitement of being in Paradise practically had her vibrating, the bright grin never dropping from her force. “Yes’m, I’m from Jamaica and I just got in. Where are you from?”