#catcoys

[galaxiqs]

❝  i  don’t  know  what  alex  sees  in  you.  ❞  lies.  ❝  there’s  absolutely...  nothing  remarkable  about  you.  ❞  more  lies.  but  xandra  would  never  admit  she  could  see  the  benefits  of  josie  mccoy.          /          @catcoys  liked  (  new  muses  call  )

[yhasmin]

@catcoys​   :   starter call.

nude   gloss   coat   plump   lips,   smacking   together   as   she   turned   away   from   the   brightly   lit   vanity.   music   sheets   lay   around   the   room,   covering   the   floor   with   enough   visible   space   for   a   walkway.   day   after   day,   writing   music   to   help   with   the   suppressed   emotions   that’s   kept   hidden   from   the   public   [   even   from   the   bratz   themselves.   ]   it   was   against   the   covens   codes   to   show   weakness   or   dependency   .   .   .   it’s   why   keeping   things   bottled   up   was   so   easy.   “   ignore   the   mess,   i’ll   clean   it   up   eventually   but   .   .   .   did   you   end   up   buying   the   electric   guitar?   ”

[herose]

@catcoys​​  [ x ]

‘  ♫     [ … ]         SHE  FOUND  SOLACE  IN  MUSIC.      her  safe  space  surrounded  by  scribbled  notations &  lyrics  that  didn’t  quite  connect  yet.    imperfections  on  every  page  yet  it  was  all  HER.  stubborn  tears  threatened  pushed  back  behind  mascara  &  golden  eyeshadow.

❛  could  we   —   i  mean ,   it’s  fine  if  you’re  BUSY  or  don’t  want  to  or  whatever.    i  don’t  wanna  be  a  bother.  ❜      of  course ,  THE  SHOW  MUST  GO  ON.    the  pads  of  her  fingers  marked  by  guitar  strings  swept  away  a  stray  curl.      ❛  but  if  it’s  cool ,   maybe  we  can  get  milkshakes , go  for  a  drive ?     we  don’t  have  to  talk  music  or  talk  at  all ,  i  just   —   i  can’t  be  alone  right  now.  ❜      

she’s too hard on herself sometimes,   and it  destroys  him to watch.     they’re   the same   that way,   losing themselves in the pages of messy journal pages.     two perfectionists who both   bleed   for their art and find   healing   in it.     (   only difference being that josie   actually   shares it with the world,  and he only wanted to share his with...  well...  her.   ) 

❝   hey -–   ❞     landon reaches forward hesitantly,   calloused thumb   tenderly   wicking away a tear threatening to roll down her cheek,   to stain soft cheeks with her frustration.     bushy brows bunch together as he reassures her,   voice   jittery   with an almost anxious sincerity.    ❝   ––   jose,   that’s what i’m here for.     you,   not just the music.     grab a sweater.     let’s head to pops. ❞ 

[frnknteen]

          “oh.”       he reached up to take it off, chuckling sheepishly as he turned it over in his hands. “yeah, it is kinda distracting,” finn acknowledged, looking to her with a small, crooked, bashful smile. “i sorta wish we could sing at assemblies and stuff without having to wear, like, full-blown costumes, or whatever, but...” he gave a shrug of his shoulder in resignation. “some of the team says if we don’t, it takes away from the production value, or something. and they’re pretty stubborn about it so i think at this point, mr. schue just kinda lets it go and throws something together for us.”

          @catcoys​ sent: ‘ i like the hat.   i was focused on that most of the time. ’     /     accepting!

[brassbled]

❛ It’s okay to be angry. ❜

meme / accepting

He’s always angry, he can feel it deep within himself. He can’t actually remember a time when he wasn’t angry at this point. Sure friends and family got the less angry version of Sweet Pea, it was still there under the surface, ready to claw its way up. A laugh escaped his lips when she spoke. “I don’t think you understand the extent of the anger I feel.” How did one let go of it when it was the only thing that seemed to be keeping you going? 

[riveir]

          “maybe it’s a small town thing,”       he remarked, tone light-hearted and a warm little smile that communicated some level of amusement still on his face, though the slight furrow of his brow and cautious intrigue in his inflection were small indicators of some hesitation. river had never seen anything quite like this, not growing up in shanghai and certainly not amongst the palatial estates of seaside santa barbara. corners of his lips still upturned, his expression was slightly contrasted by a certain degree of concern in his gaze as he turned to josie. “no one knows what’s going on with this place? i mean — i assume no one lives here if it’s fallen into such disrepair...” eyes darted back to the house and then to josie again. “ ... or, at least, i’d hope no one lives here...”

          @catcoys​ sent: ‘ every town has one, the spooky house that all the kids avoid. ’     /     accepting!

[slayher]

                                  ♱

    STARTER CALL          :          FUCK    /     MARRY     /     KILL    !

｡ ･ : ･ﾟ     a delicate smile ,   reserved only for her.       quinn threads her fingers through josie’s.      it’s   quiet   in the graveyard ,    but it’s the way quinn likes it.     somehow . . .    warm.     comfortable.     despite the overwhelming presence of     d e a t h  . 

❝    no ,   i   insist.    you really should perform with us sometime.    i think it would elevate the whole experience.    make it    unforgettable .   ❞ 

     @catcoys​

[riotkissed-archive]

tagging   @catcoys    for her interest ,     but i want to put the image of riverdale quinn stealing josie’s cat ears from her in the car and singing sugar (candy girl) back to her the whole ride back and throwing their heads back and laughing until they’re gasping for air and quinn dumps one of her rivervixen pom poms on josie’s head and kisses her cheek thank you