she flies

[starletwrites]

polysyndeton and asyndeton are the only concepts i distinctly remember from my creative writing classes in college and i use them like my life depends on it :))

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@bvmblebeed​

christmas for him, meant two things. an uptick in postage in the form of season’s greetings from people he hasn’t spoken to since grade school, and flying to new york for his mother’s annual christmas soiree. complete with silver garland, oversized wreaths, and eggnog prepared by michelin chefs. it’s her favorite event of the year, and declan, as her favorite child, is always expected to be in attendance. she’ll parade him around the room, bragging on his accomplishments and relishing in the fact that her perfect boy has evolved into mr. perfect himself. and luckily, this year he has the perfect date to match. “is this tie too--festive?” he beckons bianca’s opinion on his holiday ensemble, if it can even be called such, everything about it characteristically mundane aside from the green bow tie he chose to accent it. just recently he’s attempted to incorporate some color into his wardrobe. he makes minute adjustments, wearing a mildly dissatisfied expression as he glares into the mirror of their hotel room. his mother had offered them a room at her penthouse for their brief stay, but declan declined, unsure if the two women in his life should be in such close quarters upon their first introduction. they’d take baby steps instead. he’ll introduce his mother to bianca, once she’s full on stuffed mushrooms and hot toddies, and hope she falls in love with her as quickly as he did.

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cptnplaidsman​:

at first, it sounds like it’s a hit! or at least doing what it’s supposed to anyway. sure, jake can play for hours about nothing, trying to fine tune famous songs from old bands just to fill the atmosphere with nothing but relaxation and well, ‘groovy-ness’ in his words. he’s so sure he’ll have her asleep in no time, that he’ll text jenna how awesome she is for introducing him to the world of guitar and music again. the friend-union is cut short however, when she tries her best to crawl over to him, either to grab his face or guitar, whatever looks better to her he’s sure. “woah security, we got a runner..sorta!” he exclaims with a tired smile, realizing that this little girl has more energy than he thought. as he wraps her up in his arms, he ponders just where she got all this energy from. even during his late night hangouts, he always packed it in around 2, but this kid was up all hours all the night. but watching her mother stir to her feet with that same energy and resolve, it all comes together pretty quickly. “ok, first off, we gotta get rid of some of that stuff in that drawer, there’s no way she’ll get to wear it all before she outgrows it. and second..man this is fluffy, this come in adult sizes?” he says as he grabs the jacket and carefully puts it on veronica, left leg first, buttons fastened, and fishing a small white hat that his mother knitted for her. it doesn’t take too much time for him to get her ready, but that’s partly because his stomach is growling for that sandwich he never got to eat, and with a quick grab of his blue plaid jacket, he’s ready for sleep and food, in whichever order they get to do it. “sounds like a plan. gimme some burritos and guac and i’ll sleep like a baby, but too bad for you, i don’t share.” he sing songs playfully as he buckles veronica in her car seat. once he’s sure she’s in along with tori, he’s off in his truck, driving down the street at a steady speed. he looks over at tori, smiling slightly, but glad she’s along for the ride. “have i ever mentioned how much i love your ideas by the way? cause i would have just been up with her the whole night. did you do stuff like this in italy, like, night drives to get her to go to sleep?” it’s an honest question, but he’s always been curious how she picked these things up on her own.

“maybe once or twice” she muses playfully, can actually recall some of the first words he ever spoke to her-- you’re kinda nuts, in the best way possible, and the well meaning smile behind them. she took it as a compliment then, still does now. “no this--this is a trick i picked up a couple of months ago when she wouldn’t stop crying and my dad had to be at the dealership at 7 am.” she responds with hushed laughter, bemused but conscious of the task at hand, brings her knees to her chest, temporarily regretting the decision to go without proper legwear. fortunately, her crestmont hoodie buries her past her french tips. “not a lot of people own cars in italy believe it or not--so her stroller got a lot more mileage, and this vendor that used to set up shop right underneath my apartment sold this chamomile bubble bath that worked like magic. i should’ve bought it in bulk and smuggled it on the plane--” italy used to feel like a bad word, a topic to avoid in conversation, a place that should not be named. all because of the guilt she felt, still sometimes feels, for icing him out for a year and half to live out her wayfarer fantasies. now, she feels like she can at least speak it, can share her memories and smile without having to wonder if they’re hurting him. they arrive at the little taqueria right on time, when the indoor dining room is dim, floors glistening with a fresh coat of pine-sol, but the drive-thru menu still glows bright, like a beacon of hope through their late night desperation. “can you get me a carne asada with extra cilantro--ooh and lime, or do i want nachos?” she’s the picture of indecision at any drive-thru. “make that two carne asadas, lime and cilantro, and a little queso on the side, pretty please” she grins innocently as he echoes her tall order into the receiver, and for the first time since they started driving--turns to check on their baby, who’s drifting with each passing second. they pay, and park, and she can’t tell whether it’s the warmth she feels from her midnight snack, or watching veronica’s low, long eyelashes as she fights the urge to doze that triggers her next statement. “i think this is the happiest i’ve ever been--” she not quite whispers. smiling, in case he thinks it’s a joke, but in actuality she’s completely serious. who would’ve thought that in her lifetime of chasing joy on stages, in other countries, with cranberry juice because she can never take it straight, that she would find so much of it in a fast food parking lot. “which is why i’ve been thinking...”

[justiceleague]

Lois Lane & Clark Kent in Superman & Lois 1.04 ‘Haywire’

[starletwrites]

bvmblebeed​:

there’s a hidden smile in between the kisses and his lips pressed so tenderly against hers that for a brief moment she almost forgets where she was going with this. almost. he’s very good at that, bianca realized that early-on in their relationship, but she’d like to think she was just as good, if not better. “mmm, i could… but i think we both know i can show you better than i could ever tell you,” bianca’s voice was low and seductive, her deep brown eyes glistening as they told him everything he needed to know. declan has always had this way with words, in fact, she’s so sure that he could absolutely make anything that comes out of his mouth sound serene, pulls you in closely and makes you want to hang on to every little word by a thread. bianca, on the other hand? well, she depended rather heavily on body language, knowing exactly what to do, which buttons to press that’d easily get her whatever she wanted. and it worked like a charm every time. “ooh, you know what?” as much as she’s been enjoying getting wined-and-dined, bianca’s in the mood for something else, and wants to give him a small taste of her world for once. “have you ever had a burger? like… a real, greasy, getting your hands dirty kinda burger?” she giggles coyly, purple iphone already in her hand as she’s putting together their order for their postmates and she’s so preoccupied with it that she hadn’t noticed her boyfriend bringing out the celebratory bottles just yet. “i know of this place that makes them just.. oh. oh, baby,” she suddenly laughs in surprise, although readily accepts the glass for a proper toasting. bianca figures she should’ve known that declan would want to do something big regarding his good news even if it was just the two of them. “to us,” bianca repeats the words back to him with ease, smiling as she finished the rest of the bubbly beverage. and just when bianca thinks he’s covered all of his surprises, declan pulls another one from right underneath his sleeve. and bianca’s so taken aback by what he’s telling her that it’s written all over her face, “wait, really?” she can’t help but ask once it finally processed to her. “you want me to name.. all of this?” she gestures around them, “why?” why is the big question, although deep down bianca’s pretty sure she knows the answer to her own question–he was so damn smitten with her.

“get my hands dirty? sounds like a sin”  he comments cheekily, a nod to his rigid upbringing. laura coyne had made it very clear throughout his childhood that anything in his mouth should’ve made it there by way of a utensil. no finger foods. no kids menus. and definitely no grease. now that he’s an adult, perfectly capable of feeding himself, it’s been equal parts exhilarating and challenging trying to undo some of the distorted ideals he used to live by. the older he gets the more he realizes that growing up in the revered 1% was like growing up in a bubble, pristine and protected, but so out of touch. sometimes he feels stunted by affluence, by trying to make everything appear shiny on the outside, but he at least knows better than to ever complain. he half expects her to start rattling off chic titles with metropolitan flare, ones that require an apostrophe and roll of the tongue. to be eager to put her stamp on the place. but in true bianca fashion, he reaction is not what he expected. two darks brows furrow, setting a deep crease in his forehead. he almost looks offended. “because sweetheart-- declan faces her with his entire body now, not wanting his words to somehow be misdirected at the bustling city skyline, the birds that fly overhead. “because i see this property not only as the start of my future in real estate but the start of our future together. the first victory we share as a team--” his lips move, but it’s almost as if he isn’t the one speaking. he’s always been smooth with words, never without his charms, but it’s the earnesty that feels completely foreign. the words flow straight from his chest, leaving a palpable throb in their wake. he couldn’t stop them if he tried.  “and since things are getting more serious between us i’ve been thinking about that--our future--and how i want you to be part of it, all of it” it’s not until he’s done speaking that he remembers they won’t make it on his plans and desires alone. “don’t you feel the same?” a hint of a smile breaks on his features, but not from any twinge of joy. it’s a mask, an illusion to disguise the way his eyes search hers for any hint of hesitance. 

[starletwrites]

kinda miss group rp

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sorry for my absence i’ll do my replies by the end of the day <3

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cptnplaidsman​:

he mouths a ‘wow’ and whistles slightly as she goes on about what her mom wants to do for their daughter’s birthday, and he’s already prepared to report to his mom about it in a ‘please don’t fight with her about this’ sort of way. not that it doesn’t all sound fun and something veronica would enjoy (he’s really into the movie now, and it’s not just the rock as a short muscled up dude with great hair), but he knows just how his mom can be about tori’s mom, and about ronnie, and it went the same way for tori’s mom. so for everyone’s sakes he hopes they can play nice for the sake of their granddaughter’s very first birthday. and when he thinks about..first birthday sounds pretty crazy. “yeah, we made it to one year..well, you made it through most of it..but no worries. i’m gonna make sure she has the best birthday ever. ok?” he smiles, opening his mouth to veronica to show that he’s not only eaten what she’s offered him, but he’s keen on taking any future birthday cake she wants to throw his way. and he hopes tori doesn’t take his comment to mean anything, but the fact that he’s missed so much already? it just makes him more determined to make his daughter’s special day even more special. he catches another peach puff in his mouth, turning on his back to look up at both of them as he ponders his future as an alarm clock. “no worries. i usually wake up early to water my garden so i don’t forget during the day. plus, i got ways to wake you up if you don’t wanna wake up.” he smirks not so innocently, playing coy before she strikes an idea that sounds even better. “ooh! wanna hear daddy’s song?” he rolls over on his stomach, nodding his head and getting excited enough to make her squirm and giggle enough that he’ll take it as a yes. jake gets to his feet, opening the closet that’s littered with a mix of baby things they don’t need and jake’s things he can’t bare to throw away. but there’s something in here that he’d never part with. he puts the strap around his neck, showing off a little as he strums a few chords. “we’ll start with twinkle twinkle little star, but if that doesn’t work? i’m playing let it be by the beatles, you know, work the classics in there.” he chuckles as he strums before taking a seat in his chair and singing softly. and while it’s not quite a college coffee shop or some party in santa clara populated by c-list celebrities and their relatives..it’s still the best venue and crowd he’s ever played.

the melodic strumming starts and she sits still as a statue, not wanting to give their daughter any ideas. only the corners of her mouth move. in fact, she’d be smiling if it weren’t caught between her teeth. tori bites her lip when she reads, sometimes when she listens too, always when she focuses. and right now, she’s particularly preoccupied with the way veronica pauses, if only for a moment, from all her pulling up and plopping down and using her fine tuned pincher grasp to marvel at him while plays. she knows the feeling. could sit here and listen to him all night, changing positons in between beatles songs and contemplating how different things were this time last year, occasionally gripping fistfuls of carpet to remind herself that all this exists. his silvery inflection, his lightly furrowed brow demands a kiss. apparently the baby agrees, because after being sedentary a song and a half she crawls her way over and reaches for him--or the guitar. from her vantage point,  (flat on her back, atop the alphabet playmat, with curls sprawled out on every side of her), it’s hard to tell. “veronicaaa--” tori half groans, half pleads as it becomes evident that she’s not going down so easy. parenting could really put your creative problem solving to the test. “okay, plan b” she announces, hopping up with a sudden resolve. it also didn’t leave a lot of time to wallow in your failures. she rummages her drawers, overflowing with onesies, tights, and dresses she might not ever get around to wearing and emerges with the winter white puffer jacket that makes her look like a marshmallow, or a cloud, or something equally as fluffly and adorable, hands it off to her unsuspecting father to manuever her into.  “we’re going for a drive, the backseat never fails--” tori mentions on her way out of the room, a guaranteed knockout in thirty minutes or less. she returns with a sweatshirt pulled over her nightly ensemble and a pair of keys dangling from her grasp. “if we go now we might be able to hit a drive thru--unless you’re good with peach puffs for your midnight snack--”

[starletwrites]

longest work dayyy

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bvmblebeed​:

she’s still so new to this, new to his world and everything that inevitably came with it. despite the fact that they’ve been together for quite some time now, there was a bit of an adjustment period for bianca in the beginning because admittedly… this was a first for her. but declan welcomes her into his life anyway. he’s never once made her feel inferior to him, he quite literally worships the very ground she walks on, and bianca’s loving every second of it. “oh my god..” it’s a lot more beautiful than anything she could’ve possibly imagined. she takes everything in slowly as he gives her the much anticipated grand tour of his newest investment. and she doesn’t know why (she probably would if only she looked a little deeper), but there’s something about the way he talks so proudly about this big move in his career to her that pulled effortlessly at her heart. another first for her, but he’s happy and she’s genuinely happy for him. but before she can even get a word out, declan’s already whisking her up the stairs to the rooftop and she’s left to wonder what else could be expecting them as they get closer and closer… and then, her mouth’s agape just slightly as she stares at the sight before them. it’s absolutely breathtaking. and he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t have to because it speaks for itself. “oh, baby it’s so beautiful,” bianca tells him truthfully, nose scrunched up briefly as he moves the stubborn curl away from her face, she rolls her eyes in a loving, playful-like manner. “screw what they think.” bianca might’ve been a stranger to all of this, but it had always been this way with her. she never gave a damn about what anyone thought of her, she always did what she wanted. however, she knows that it’s a bit easier said than done for declan who has been going through rather great lengths to make a name for himself. he was so driven and it was a quality that bianca admired. “i love it. i really do,” she says it like her word’s final, like there’s nothing else in the world that could possibly matter more than what she was telling him now. “and we may not have the stripper pole, but i can think of so many other ways we can have fun on your opening night…” she gives him a little devilish grin as she accompanies him, manicured fingertips reach the side of declan’s face as she brings them closer, a sweet and tender kiss then placed along his lips.

there’s warmth in her smile--the kind you can’t be at the other end of and not feel a burst of something for yourself. and it’s not just because every bit of her from her shiny black hair to the soles of her shoes is caught in the midday sunlight. but he can sense that she’s genuine, a somewhat rarity in the time that they’ve been seeing each other. for all the ways he thinks he knows her, it becomes clear in certain times there are just as many parts he’s still yet to figure out. times where she says one thing but seemingly means another, times where the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “do you?”  he raises one intrigued, extra bushy eyebrow, wraps an arm around her and kisses the impish grin off her face. “see i don’t think i’m quite getting the picture, you might have to be a bit more.. descriptive...” it’s his turn to flash a cheeky smile as he places one more kiss against the shell of her ear and laughs. “so i’m sure you and those girls worked up an appetite, hm?--we could order in from the kitchen downstairs, the restaurant’s italian, but they’ll bring up just about anything you can think of. or you could order us a postmates feast, whatever you want, as much as you want...we’re celebrating” his mood is distractingly good, so much so that he almost forgets. “oh..” he announces, stunned by the realization but maintaining a characteristic collectedness as he stirs out of his seat, like he’s too suave to really be surprised. he returns gripping the neck of a bottle of champagne and two glass flutes he hid behind the bar, “and i know you have to get back to the studio later but what’s a celebration without veuve?” nothing if his upbringing was any indication, he was raised on champagne, at kid’s parties, thanksgivings, christenings and the like. he pours them both a glass, raises his up high and utters, “to us, baby” and for a moment he feels like this is how it should always be, the two of them and a light breeze, bubbling champagne, the city on every side of them. “you know, the only thing this place is missing is a name.” he mentions almost as an afterthought, staring out at the skyline. “i’m not good with stuff like that..not really a creative bone in my body. but i was hoping you’d..do the honors?” because he wants a little piece of her in this place too, a way to include her in the first step to his dream come true. and bianca’s smart, a problem-solver, original in ways she doesn’t quite give herself credit for.  “i trust your judgement..whatever you see fit”

[thekingk0ng]

[starletwrites]

btch i felt like i had c*vid on tuesday night chills, body aches, sore throat, fever, whole 9 but since yesterday i’ve been completely fine and functional??? and tested negative twice???

[leytongifs]

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( @fxntasmagoria )

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fxntasmagoria​:

“And thats where we will always differ. You’re need to be in the in crowd is just…” He didnt even finish his sentence, just shaking his head. “We arent ever going to work out really, are we?” She was too popular to really be seen with him of all people. He was a poor gang member and she was so much better than that. It hurt to come to that realization. He liked her but he knew it wasnt fair to him to keep doing this. “I dont know what you want from me at this point, Tori. You cant even be seen talking to me.”

she looks on at him with cool sad eyes, usually trained on some distant horizon but currently fixated on his moonlit features, and resists the urge to reach across and touch. “i get if you hate me, or if you wanna just...call this off” she knows it’s not fair to him, it’s not even fair to her to keep it up--all this pretending. “i don’t know either” tori responds, maybe a bit too truthfully. “i don’t know but what i do know is that i feel more like me when i’m with you than i do with anybody else..” 

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bvmblebeed​:

“a  little  bit  of  both,” she  countered  with  a  smile  of  her  own. it's  really  no  secret  that  bianca  has  her  hands  plenty  full  and  it's  not  easy  trying  to  find  the  balance  between  her  job,  maintaining  her  social  life,  and  her  relationship  with  declan,  but  somehow  she  makes  it  work  and  she's  sure  it's  nothing  short  of  a  miracle. and  she  knows  she  wouldn't  have  it  any  other  way. if  there  was  one  thing  about  the  raven-haired  beauty  it's  that  she  wasn’t  one  to  give  up  easily  despite  whatever  obstacles  may  come  her  way. it's  been  that  way  for  as  long  as  she  can  remember,  always  having  to  work  twice  as  hard  for  the  things  she  wanted  as  opposed  to   someone  like  her boyfriend, who  had  always  been  much  better  off  than  her.  but  the  more  she  got  to  know  him,  the  more  it  became  abundantly  clear  to  her  that,  maybe  just  maybe,  they  weren't  much  different  from  each  other  after  all. and  she’s  coming  to  the  realization  that  there’s  a  lot  more  to  declan  than  she  thought,  he’s  not  perfect  (and  neither  is  she,  obviously) and  if  only  she  were  a  little  less  stubborn  when  it  came  to  her  heart,  then  maybe  she  would’ve  been  a  bit  more  willing  to  admit  what  she’s  been  denying  over  and  over  again. “nice  try,  that  might’ve  worked  on  the  girl  before  me  but  it’s  not  gonna  work  now,”  however,  she  laughs  rather  fondly  at  the  question  and  gives  a  roll  of  her  eyes  but  her  ruby-red    lips  cracked  another  smile    anyway    in    amusement. “i  have  to  be  back  at  the  studio  at  six  for  my  last  class  of  the  day,” she  tells  him  candidly  –  which  meant  that  they  had  the  rest  of  the  afternoon  to  spend  with  each  other.  and  she  can  tell  how  much  this  means  to  him,  how  much  he  wants  to  share  his  accomplishment  with  her  to  experience  together  and  it’s  virtually  impossible  to  say  no  to  this. so  she  doesn’t. “you  know  there’s  nothing  else  i’d  rather  do,”  bianca  flutters  her  eyelashes  for  extra  measure, “so  let’s  go.”

she agrees, and he holds the passenger’s side door open taking special precaution so she doesn’t hit her head. and the noontime traffic is to be expected, but nothing will put a damper on this day for him. not even being stuck at the intersection of york and durham for upwards of fifteen minutes. so he enjoys the sights and sounds, namely the blaring melody of whatever song bianca chooses for them, just one way she’s managed to broaden his horizons. the clermont building is tall and glassy and almost prismatic in structure, a unique quality that originally drew him to the space when they listed the two highest floors as vacant. maybe one day he’ll buy the whole building. but if there’s one valuable piece of wisdom his father’s passed down, it’s that it’s best not to have your hand in too many ventures or else you might end up cutting off a limb. as they enter the lobby everyone greets them with smiles, the receptionist adopts a more erect posture, the doorman offers to accompany them to the rooftop. declan quickly refuses, as he tends to whenever bianca’s at his side. he’s never really felt it before, the quasi-guilt of being born into affluence and amenity. sure he’s never been particularly braggadocios, his mother always made sure they were charitably involved, he and his sister even attended a public school for one whole semester back in grade ten. but being so close to someone that grew up on the complete opposite side of the tracks makes him feel almost ashamed of everything his life has afforded him, everything he was certain he did nothing to deserve. when they arrive at the top (solo), the infrastructure echoes his progress back at him, the cool, regal blues and purples of the decor, the way the sun spills through the windows and right onto your skin, the sleek modernity of it all. “here she is, in all her glory” declan nearly marvels, fingers delicately intwined as he guides her forward. “that’s the bar obviously, it’ll be fully stocked by the end of the week. and there in the middle was where the stripper pole was going to go before my investors shot it down, and  the artwork is all original marina stojkovic, you know that painter i was telling you about that made the ‘ artists to watch ‘ list.” he’s sort of rambling, beaming with genuine accomplishment. they make their way up the stairs to the outdoor rooftop space which requires no explanation, or introduction, just a moment to soak in the amazing view. “so what do you think, my love?” he asks, tucking a rebel curl out of her face as he plunks himself down into the seating. “good enough for you and all your girlfriends i hope”