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❛   and the rest is rust and stardust.   ❜ 𝐞𝐬𝐭 . 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟖

[spacelys]

beckett graves   –   spaycejunk‌ .

bucket was always good at lying, at spinning deceit into strings of gold. it was always for little things, like getting himself out of speeding tickets with that pretty blonde officer who always pulled him over on route nine. around sawyer, though, he was never any good at it. she always managed to see through the facade and would pull the truth out of him with only a look. somehow, he’d managed to keep this for himself; probably because it was the dumbest thing he’d ever done. he doesn’t even want to explain himself; the reason for his deception had been selfish and made on a whim of a stupid boy with too much on his plate. “ i - ” bucket’s eyes dropped to the comforter, looking for the words. “ i was seventeen and i was stupid, sawyer. ” you’re still stupid. “ everything was - it was all just falling apart and i couldn’t… ” a car goes by outside, music blaring. “ i couldn’t let myself bring you down with me. ”

     she stands still, until she doesn’t   :   until anxiety drives her movements, and an athletic frame back and forth through the room, and back again. alcohol is cause for a fuzzy mind, and everything he says   –   everything he claims which she knows not to be true, because it isn’t, goes presented to her through a disconsolate haze.   “   and you couldn’t just … BREAK UP with me ? you had to in the worst way possible ?   ”   a laugh passes through full lips, but its presence does not belong, as sawyer does not belong in this situation. she doesn’t want to partake in this revelation, in this world where his words are the absolute truth, yet she’s found in the smack middle, furious and dismal   :   a troublesome concoction which will lead her nowhere, and them to their ruin. though beckett has himself to blame for that. FOR EVERYTHING.   “   i … i don’t even know what to say to you right now.   ”   fingers rub teary eyes, a flushed tone indicating a state other than a bashful.   “   i mean, i can’t even look at you.   ”   and yet she does.   “   did you want me to hate myself ? is that it ? is that what you wanted   :   for me to spend years thinking i did something, that i wasn’t enough, or i was too much.   ”   beat.   “   and you knew, this whole time, you knew ! and you just let me.   ”

[spacelys]

lou holstad   –   traditionale‌ .

         ‘   ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb. that’s how the song goes. but you know, with a bit more rock ‘n roll.   ’ dumb, he thinks, the snippet of the song barely holding a semblance of a rhythmic lilt, his voice hoarse from the breeze that keeps his mouth dry and sentences broken. fingernails rake absently against his cheek, as though his embarassed flush will coil red under the tips of his fingers. luckily, she throws him a line, and he’s hooked. ‘wait,   ’ confusion tracks across his features, he’s not quite getting it. ‘   i was with you on that roller-coaster, sawyer.    ’ he retorts, skeptical of her confession even if her complexion pales and slivers of defensiveness seep into her tone. perhaps the very thought of sawyer being scared of anything is unfathomable, equal parts admiration and love puts her on a pedestal he can barely reach. he doesn’t mind, there’s no jealousy to be found in peering upwards, he’d bask in her glory as long as she’d let him. one day she’ll realize and kick him to the curb, but sometimes, he finds himself to be perfectly settled in being entirely out of her league. ‘   you’re really telling me you have a fear of heights ?   ’

    riff jogs her memory, bringing forth a curl of full lips   –   it was a fruitless task to stifle smiles in the presence of the other, regardless of the frightening scenario experienced, but her recollection of the song is, not that it matters much, not as the topic switches and the attention is moved onto herself.   “   okay, no. i don’t … i don’t fear heights.   ”   she objects.   “   i just don’t like them.   ”   an important difference. sadly, the latter didn’t land any closer to the truth than the former. fear was a perfectly valid descriptor, but sawyer kinney wasn’t fearful   –   rather she prided herself in bravery and the ability to overcome nerves, not submitting to them like a kid scared of the dark.    “   i don’t know, lou ! roller - coasters are fine, ‘cos they’re like, over before they even started. you don’t have time to sit ‘n think about bolts coming loose and how rickety bar - thing is, or about plummeting to your death.   ”   a moment to catch her breath, and eyes seek out white sneakers.   “   not that that’s what i’m doing right now …   ”

[spacelys]

beckett graves   –   spaycejunk‌ .

teenage boys are already prone to an inordinate amount of stupid decisions - that’s just facts. add to that being kicked out of his home, being broke ( and only escaping homelessness by the grace of a good friend ), and barely having a hold on your drug-fueled life… it was a fucked-up recipe for disaster. it didn’t excuse actions taken back then, not at all - but the impulsivity, the inability to see past his high-haze and understand the effects his actions would have on the only person who cared about him; it added up. after the smoke had cleared, after he’d understood the finality of lying to sawyer kinney - about cheating, no less - he’d gone to her. when bucket got there, though, stood on her step and looked at her with red-rimmed eyes and a broken soul, he’d had nothing to say. just like now. bullshit. bucket flinches, but he doesn’t look away. he just shakes his head. “ no. ”

     space is placed between them, a bed left behind and a back turned.   TRUST   –    all of the world’s importance is placed into a simple concept, relationships and friendships alike wither without it. it sustains every single thing within the universe, and it keeps it afloat   –   it keeps her afloat. the trust she has in herself, in her abilities, in god, in those she loves. except … she doesn’t have it now, not fully. not remotely in some parts.   “   okay.   ”   she breathes, spinning around to face him again.   “   so … you   –   you lied.   ”   its unfathomable   :   people lie   –    white lies, half - truths … but to lie with the intent to hurt, with the knowledge that the words you present are the cause for heartache   –   no decent person would. he wouldn’t.   “   why ?   ”   she wishes still   :   for it to be a quip, a joke taken too far, though eyes indicate sincerity and she resents it. him, too.

[dailydelenagifs]

[spacelys]

dailydelenagifs‌:

I deserve this. I deserve to die. – No. You don’t. – I do, Elena. It’s okay. ‘Cause if I’d have chosen differently, I wouldn’t have met you.

requested by aldwinqueen

[spacelys]

beckett graves   –   spaycejunk‌ .

“ oh, c’mon sawyer … ” bucket sighs, flings an arm over his face so he doesn’t have to focus on anything other than her question and the thump of his heart in his chest. ‘ you gotta dig deeper ’. he doesn’t want to. he really, really, doesn’t want to - he doesn’t want to open this can of worms he’s managed to keep since… well. five years ago. bucket rubs at his eyes before lifting his arm and looking at sawyer. would a simple game of truth or dare actually be what broke his silence ? “ alright. biggest lie i ever told. ” strong arms push him up so he can swipe the alcohol again and he swallows just enough courage to spit out what he needed to say. with all the nonchalance he doesn’t have, he shrugs. “ was that i cheated on you. ” 

     silence knocks her down and she succumbs to the discomfort. not a movement made and eyes, which could usually discern dishonesty in familiar features, struggle wholly. it had to have been a joke, a terrible one, but a joke. she doesn’t laugh. instead   –   offense strikes and it pushes her away from the boy. physically, emotionally.   “   that’s not funny.   ”   her voice echoes the one of a disapproving guardian but her tone implies hurt rather than disappointment. although, there was plenty of that, too. his actions had never been ones up for debate, in need of endless poking and deep analysis   –   he was beckett graves and she knew him. better than most knew her, better than anybody knew anybody in this town. maybe the world even. and yet, intuition short - circuits beneath the weight of his words.   “   bullshit.   ”

[spacelys]

rhys mckay   –  spaycejunk‌ .

blunt fingers rip apart what’s left of a bagel idly, tired eyes meeting wolfie’s momentarily. “ no, no, i’m no science wiz, ” he scoffs, and a smile plays at his lips. “ just - just, you know, they’re your clone, but that doesn’t mean they’re you, right ? so even if you’d say yes to - you know - sex. that doesn’t mean they’re gonna’ say yes back. ” rhys’ eyes flick back down to where he’s destroying the bagel remains. “ that’d be like, the biggest ego bruise of the century, though. your clone thinking you were ugly or whatever. ”

     the points made were ones agreed with, and a man of argumentative nature finds himself agreeing.   “  gotta hate yourself a fuck - ton ‘ta be turning yourself down based on looks.   ”   he starts, attraction often being subjective rather than objective   –   meaning that his clone’s opinion lacked in importance.   “   wouldn’t be a you, the original, problem, though. sounds like your doppelgänger’s got some psychological issues to deal with.  ”   a pause, and he sips his coffee.   “   ever heard those old german folktales ? ‘bout people seeing their doubles and shit ?   ”

[spacelys]

rhys mckay   –   spaycejunk‌ .

shopping wasn’t exactly his thing, but rhys had found himself tagging along with sawyer anyway; unending summer heat had him chasing air conditioning wherever he could find it - even if that meant watching sawyer try things on for hours on end. at least he was hanging out with a friend and not sweating, right ? sawyer’s question jarred him out of where he was staring into space at a particularly ugly green skirt, and he raised an eyebrow. ever since he’d moved in with his grandmother, he seemed to have the opposite problem: too much money and nothing to spend it on. “ probably, like, at least five notches cuter, ” rhys agreed with a grin. his fingers flip over the price tag of the dress that sawyer had been eyeing. “ you know, i - i could buy this for you. if you wanted it. ”

     his agreement brings on a theatric curtsy, and a joyous THANK YOU. but the clothing is moved away from, as if it’s presence alone would leave a dress - sized hole in her wallet. out of sight, out of mind … until her friend speaks up.   “   no, rhys   –   it’s fine.   ”   the offer’s sweet, but money was never a thing she would accept. FROM ANYONE. her uncle’d been adamant about her not paying rent, and there she was   –   leaving a stack of bills on the kitchen table every month, no matter the protests uttered. well, not so much anymore. he’d admitted defeat, finally. most people around sawyer did.   “   it’s just a dress.   ”   she continues.   “   that’s real nice of you, though. truly.   ”   beat.   “   you wanna get outta here ? get some food ?   ”

[spacelys]

dylan daye   –   eclipteds‌ .

The daily monotony of Dylan’s job has her nearing a tipping point and the last time she was this antsy she had lost her temper and promptly threw a drink in a customer’s face. In her mind’s eye, the man deserved it but her former boss didn’t necessarily agree. And though she would never admit it, her chest swells with excitement upon seeing the young brunette, and she quickly forgets about her troubles. Sneakily grabbing a drink from behind the bar,  she saunters her way to the girl. An obviously forced smile spread across her face like a cry for HELP as she sits down in the booth across Sawyer. “ I bet that works well on all the guys huh? ” She can’t help but roll her eyes in amusement, carelessly sipping on her drink. “ So what brings you ‘round this hellhole - you hungry? ” She asks, offering the girl the glass of her own spiked drink.

     forearms rest atop of blockwood, fingers picking at the charms of her bracelet.   “   only needs to work on the one.   ”   she reminds the brunette, though due to past requests   –   she keeps the boyfriend talk to a minimum. besides, she did not want to be that girl. despite the fact that she was, without doubt, one - hundred and twenty percent, indeed that girl.   “   starved.   ”   an obvious hyperbole, yet she feels the word diminishes her cravings. drink offered is one accepted without much thought, but a cough from unexpected contents follows, as well as laughter.   “   seriously, dylan ? it’s like, noon …   ”  another sip.   “   vodka ?   ”

[spacelys]

bailey strong   –   ahleeins‌ .

“so,” bailey is the only one with the customer in the store, and he’s idly flipping through a magazine, “you think that lee harvey oswald acted alone?”

      he peruses the aisles, not quite certain why he’d gotten the idea to bring life into his small, secluded apartment. easier than a dog, more easily forgotten about, too. whatever he bought, bound to be dead by the end of the month.   “   it was a bullet to the head, the guy’s hardly houdini.   ”   he murmurs.   “   s’that your theory ? man, that’s too mainstream ! TOO SIMPLE. how about the cubans did it ? russians ? cia ? scorned lover joe dimaggio ?   ”   cactuses, maybe. though he could reasonably head out into the desert and pick one of those himself. for free.   “   lotta pickings.   ”   beat.   “   my favorite’s, uh   –   the driver did it. heard that one at a bar down in florida. dude was shit - faced but one hell of a talker.   ”

[spacelys]

norman lowe   –   normanhqs‌ .

With his index finger tracing the rim of his cup, Norman feels more awoken when the chat begins to go in a more favorable direction. Taking a long sip of pleasingly bitter black coffee, he doesn’t mind the man’s loquacity. Not at all. In fact, he is glad he doesn’t have to be the one leading the conversation; he has always been more of a listener. “Many slashers are this… blend of directorial accidents that actually might be intended,” he throws in his two cents. “But if it sells…” Tilting his head, Norman quietly snorts before lifting his gaze to look his companion in the eye. “Numbers nothin’ to go by, but I bet there’s a horde that thinks otherwise,” jutting his lower lip, he feebly shrugs his shoulders. “I’m not doubting Hitchcock’s legacy, but he’s too attached to his patterns. Tobby still has time to rescue himself,” expressing his view, a small laugh concludes his declamation. “Don’t ya think it’s too soon to set these two side by side?”

       expectations on norman’s viewpoint were low, as they were for most people and their opinions on cinema. surprise, although initially experienced, isn’t displayed, rather he opts to an expression of solemn agreement.   “   yeah, yeah … you know, you’re probably onto something.   ”   he admits, as if the fact pained him.   “   ‘bout hooper, i mean. plenty of directors start out with pure shit and then somewhere along the way, genius strikes from fuckin’ nowhere. might be a fluke, might not.   ”   as unexpected as the rest, wolfgang re - directs the conversation to own issues and struggles dealt with.   “   it’s my problem, too. too much of a perfectionist ! i can’t be tossing these sell - out flicks out there for a quick buck, s’just not me, y’know ? so, instead, ‘m stuck with fifty plus drafts collecting dust. some holier than thou shit but i can’t shake it.   ”

[spacelys]

emira connors   –   spaycejunk‌ .

open for ANYONE;

“ yeah but like… why would people be upset about it ? it’s a little lipstick on your cheek, baby; that’s a good thing. ” peaches blows a bubble with her gum, red-stained lips around the pink before it bursts. “ it just means they’ve got a lady somewhere who likes giving them kisses and who wouldn’t want to brag about that ? ” she pauses, her gum snapping between her teeth as she brings it back. “ or man, you know. you never know. ”

     she’s having a cig, smoke fading into nicotine nothingness in the blistering heat, and ashes flicked on the patio below.   “   why it’s no good for business, peaches.   ”   she starts, eyes kept on the street ahead  –  buzzing, yet business was stagnant : fast sleep, awaiting the open / closed sign to flip its way back around. only another couple of hours.    “   now, ya have your eligible bachelors, and you got your sfigati, but the married ones ?   ”   a click of her tongue and another flick of her smoke.   “   gotta look out for those.   ”   words are spoken from experience, and though josie was acquainted with a large portion of eureka’s signoras, altercations are kept at a minimum thanks to wisdom exhibited.   “   got enough trouble as is without somebody’s ball ‘n chains knocking on these saloon doors.   ”

[spacelys]

norman lowe   –   normanhqs‌ .

His withdrawn demeanor could be seen as a sturdy obstacle when it came to socialization. He himself saw it as a hurdle he didn’t really know how to nimbly jump over. It was more facile with drops of alcohol in his blood system, so maybe that was why he even spoke up, instead of dismissing this nearby presence as he typically would. The woman’s initial words may make him too pensive too soon — going in or coming out; he would always find himself somewhere in the middle. But he knows it’s not the point now. “Out. To get some fresh air.” Norman glances at his cigarette, how ironic. “If it bothers you, I can postpone my vice for later,” he gives a weak chuckle and hopefully he doesn’t sound pretentious.

      attention drifts, searching for silhouette’s in a bar window, and then   –   it returns to the stranger.   “   oh, so … you didn’t happen to see a freakishly tall, freakishly pale girl in there ?   ”   a short laugh follows, though with uncertainty’s grasp holding on tight, it fades out.   “   dark hair, blue eyes.   ”   as if one were able to tell in the murky lighting in the establishment ahead.   “   probably not.   ”   own question answered, her eyes seek out the cigarette in hand.   “   and no, it’s  –  it’s fine. free country ‘n all.   ”   pause.   “   but you shouldn’t. for your own sake.   ”

[spacelys]

ricky davis   –   starswepts‌ . 

Ricky has to think for a moment, because Wolfgang’s suggestions are probably miles better than anything he could come up with. Coffee is pressed to his lips in thought, and after a long sip, he decides. “ Seeing Double? ” A pause. “ … D’s? I dunno. Half of the appeal in these things is the clever titles. ” He would consider it more than half, as anything that had titles like that didn’t exactly pique his interest when making more subtle purchases at the video rental. 

      turns out, titles were harder to come up with than the content itself. and though he’d spent years, decades, creating his own films   –   none required particularly clever names.   “   emphasis on the d’s ?   ”  he begins.   “   yeah, ‘cos when some dudes go into the backroom of blockbuster he’s all about the snappy titles, paying jack to the girls flaunting their shit on the covers.   ”   he takes a sip now, coffee watered and lukewarm. no, thanks.    “   no disrespect to those ladies, they’re the backbone of america, but … what kinda last resort’s that gotta be, huh. which failed audition sends ‘em over the edge, y’know ?   ”  

[spacelys]

dexter bailey   –   malivious‌ . 

     @spacelys / - “you know–”  dexter cleared his throat, taking a seat in his armchair. “when you get your medical licence, the board doesn’t tell you how to deal with parents who don’t want medical care for their children.” he’d had a particularly rough day. after many tests, trying to figure out what was wrong the his patient, as it was threatening her life, he didn’t get very far. she could barely breath, and her heart rate was extremely slow. “that little girl is going to die. her lungs are collapsing. and i’ll never know why. before i could finish testing, or even come up with treatments, her parents just signed her out and took her home. i couldn’t even get an explanation. to top it all off – this guy comes in, looks kind of like a bodyguard in a suit, tells me i need to drop it.” dexter laughs, glancing at his friend. “ DROP it? just let her die? what the fuck, dude?”

     the gravity of the subject, however bleak and fundamentally fucked up, isn’t enough to keep a vocal nature at bay. opinions are shared, whether somebody asked for them or not   –   and this situation proved no different.   “   you’d be surprised.   ”   he begins, forearms resting against jean material.   “   look, shit like that … could be money issues, plain n’ simple. that guy ? probably like, their fucking lawyer or some shit.   ”   a beat.   “   now, that’s what your average joe would be telling you.   ”   someone that wolfgang baek was not.   “   but do i look like i got two kids to get home to and mortgage to pay ?   ”   he doesn’t, at least he’d like to think so.   “   it’s government cover - up, shit’s obvious !   ”   a voice raised goes hushed, as if bugs were to be located at any spot in their quaint town. and they were, he was sure of it.   “   and this girl, situation stinks. reeks ! but what’re you gonna do, snatch her out of her bedroom window ? fbi’s not gonna care ‘bout your motive when you’re driving down the 95 with a little girl in the backseat.   ”   a pregnant pause, and he goes on. a softer voice, a more concerned approach.    “   you gotta stay outta it, man.   ”

[amandyke]

[spacelys]

natalielinds‌:

You’re so selfish. You just want to go to heaven so you can be with Mama. I’m not so sure she’s gonna be there. Your mama, she tried to kill herself. In the eyes of the Lord, that’s a sin.

[spacelys]

lewis anderson   –   mvdwcrld‌ .

@spacelys​

“i wouldn’t mind reading your script for your next short, i can give you some sort of feedback if you want.” eyes are looking at the other one, unsure of how his words could be taken, maybe misunderstood, yet sincerity and h o n e s t y are conveyed if not through the tone, through the eyes of the man. 

     mentions of his projects are kept to a minimum, or at least, he attempts to keep them to a minimum. issue was, the more knew, the more would be expecting results. and he was all out of those, and had been for quite some time. lewis was one of those who expected, and even as he has value to the man, the topic forces a sigh.   “   yeah ? so would i.   ”   he begins, glasses pushed further up the bridge of his nose.   “   shit’s been on the back - burner for … god, three months. four, maybe.   ”   pause.   “   got about twelve drafts, though, for other shit that’s never, ever seeing the light of day.   ”   a once-over, and he continues.   “   why, you itching to get ‘ta hollywood ?   ”

[spacelys]

lucille frear   –   traditionale‌ . 

        he’s garrulous, and she’s left to make half-hearted attempts at getting a word in before happily resigning to be basked in his breathless sentiments. it’s rather impressive, how much he can pack into a punch, poor lung’s must be as taut as a balloon that’s one blow away from bursting. ‘   not sure i follow.   ’ she says hesitantly, because being accused of not listening would be downright mortifying. ‘   probing … progressive. that’s one way of putting it. you’re not just pulling my leg are you ? there’s really folks around here talking like that ? sure he wasn’t just recouting a colonoscopy he had t’a get ?     ’

      wolfgang moved with a speed which was incomprehensible to most, even though he would account as his closest. lack of understanding was inevitable, yet to the man not understandable.    “   you’d be surprised.   ”   he moves on, refraining from a repetition of previous points.   “   i guess i go looking for these people, too, y’know   –   s’all a part of the job, but they’re out there, alright. and they won’t shut the hell up.   ”   the irony isn’t lost on him.   “   i’m talking non - stop jabbering about little green men and flyin’ saucers right above their trailer - homes.   ”   beat.   “   between me and you, who you wanna be looking for are those who refuse ‘ta talk. those are the ones that’s got the stories. just a matter of pulling it outta them.   ”