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[alec-chance]

alec chance’s mixtape 🎧

[ninabentz]

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[thatguyriggs]

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Come Out and Play  – The Offspring

One goes to the morgue and the other to jail One guy's wasted and the other's a waste

No Excuses – Alice In Chains

Got no patience to search For peace of mind

Accident Prone – Jawbreaker

What's the furthest place from here? It hasn't been my day for a couple of years

Bullet With Butterfly Wings – The Smashing Pumpkins

Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage Someone will say, "What is lost can never be saved."

Courage Was Confused – Knapsack

And you're nowhere near the worst part His arrows struck him in this heart he'd never use

Longview – Green Day

I'm sick of all the same old shit In a house with unlocked doors and I'm fuckin' lazy

Backwater  – Meat Puppets

Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain

Custom Concern – Modest Mouse

Doesn't see no signs that they will yield And then thought, this'll never end

Parking Lot – Mineral

I wouldn't mind if you took me in my sleep tonight I wouldn't even put up a fight

Here She Comes  – Slowdive

It's so lonely in this place So cold I don't believe

[maevecolmer]

psd credit here  Maeve’s Mix (listen here)

Side A: 1. Kool Thing - Sonic Youth 2. Pretend We’re Dead - L7 3. Zombie - Cranberries 4. Violet - Hole 5. Monkey Gone to Heaven - Pixies Side B: 6. Debaser - Pixies  7. Bulls on Parade - Rage Against the Machine 8. Army of Me - Bjork 9. In Bloom - Nirvana 10. Blister in the Sun - Violent Femmes

[danasabar]

psd credit here  Dana’s Mix (listen here)

Side A: No Golden Throat - Lizzie Mercier Descloux Black Velvet - Alannah Myles Constant Craving - k.d. Lang Western Stars - k.d. Lang Let It Rain - Amanada Marshall

Side B: If You Could Only See - Tonic Only Wanna Be With You - Hootie and the Blowfish Flowers On The Wall - The Statler Brothers  I Love A Rainy Night - Eddie Rabbitt Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver

[graysonpcrk]

[ GRAYSON PARK, HE/HIM, CIS MAN, STEVEN YEUN] is a THIRTY-THREE year old CRIME LAB TECHNICAN from HAZZARD, WV. They are CLEVER and ENERGETIC but also ANNOYING and JITTERY.

BASICS

FULL NAME: Grayson Kwang-Soo Park

NICKNAME(S): Gray

BIRTHDAY: September 22th

AGE: 33

SEXUALITY: Asexual

HOMETOWN: Hazzard, WV

BIRTHPLACE: Portland, OR

RELIGION: Atheist (formerly Christian)

FAMILY

MOTHER: Hwa-Young Park

FATHER: Eung-Soo Park

AUNT(S): Joo-Eun Park (Dad's side), Hyo-Sonn Park (Dad's side)

UNCLE(S): Hyun-Shik Lee (Mom's side), Young-Jae Park (Dad's side)

SIBLING(S): N/A

COUSIN(S): Too many to count

PET(S): Un gato named Ducky

APPEARANCE: Scruffy, and somewhat muscular. Gray doesn't keep his hair well kept, usually waking up and whatever his hair is, that's how it's going to be for the entire day. When he's wearing his glasses, Gray always seems to squint despite having them like an old grandpa, but he wears them from time to time or when he needs to read some text.

STYLE: There's not much to say about his fashion sense, since it usually just boils down to a nice button up shirt and some pants, maybe a jacket if Gray's feeling bold. He has his Korean name tattooed on his forearm, and some small hibiscus flowers on the lower back. In a more casual explanation, he dresses like a funky uncle or cool dad would, if that makes sense.

FAMILY: Gray's family immigrated to America during the crisis in South Korea, where his family resided in the Pacific Northwest, staying in Oregon while bringing the rest of their family to America as well. His mom and dad don't speak English very well, and Gray used to be his family's translator when going out in public. The rest of his extended family spread out in the PNW, whereas his family moved to West Virginia for more job opportunities when he was eight. Gray still gets postcards and letters from his extended family, and he's hoping someday he might be able to get to do a family reunion.

FRIENDS: Being Korean in the west side of America, especially during the 1970's-1980's growing up, Gray didn't have much friends due to language barriers and looking different from the others. Of course, coming to school with "weird" food also didn't help him much, but Gray learned to grow past others' inability to look past differences and grew to be happy being alone. Of course, he doesn't mind the casual conversation these days and loves to chat with whoever wants to.

LIVING SITUATION: Hazzard, home sweet home. Of course, his trailer home isn't much, but he does like living in his cozy home. Gray splurged on a nice armchair that he likes watching TV in, and he has a good collection of books on his bookshelf. Of course, there's some times he wishes maybe he could live in Prosper or somewhere nice, especially in the winter time when it gets crazy cold, but he gets by and that's enough. His parents live in the next town nearby, which is about thirty to forty minutes away. He doesn't mind the solitude, especially since he has little Ducky with him.

WORK: Grayson works as a crime lab technician -- he's the go to in the county for forensic analysis on crime scenes and what not, but his lab is in another town, the same town where his parents live, since the County Department doesn't have the funding for a lab or anything like that. It's a little tough driving back and forth, but hey, he has a steady job, and it pays the bill. Usually he'll give his two-cents on crime scenes or suspects based on the evidence, but he's not an official officer or anything, he's just the technician. His typical day is just inventorying evidence and examining it.

SCHOOL: Honestly, Gray did pretty well despite his first language being Korean. He adapted quickly and didn't get any bad grades, and was basically somewhat above average in school. With not a lot of friends or interests in clubs, that meant that his focus went into his academics. He liked science and all the funky terms that went along with it, and with his love for cheesy crime shows at the time, Gray went into the criminology path, taking classes in community college and working his way up. Of course, it took him a while before he gained his Master's degree, which then he started working as a crime lab technician.

ASPIRATIONS: Well, the American Dream for him and his family was achieved in their eyes, Gray didn't really have that itch to become more, and he liked living a quaint life without many riches. Of course, when PANIC didn't come back his graduating year, Gray felt a little cheated out of a future, but he still got through college and here he is, living his life in Hazzard. There is a little part of him though, that feels bad, that he can't provide more for his parents, or reconnect his family.

RIVALRY: Hazzard people are good people, and Gray will always argue that. Of course, he doesn't care where you came from, as long as you're a good person, you know? His work makes him come everywhere in the county, so he's seen both sides and there's not much to say. Rivalry? More like, uh, stinky!A

[msishii]

                    ★   MIRA’S MIXTAPE OF FAVORITES.  ★

                 ❝    listen as your day unfolds, challenge what the future holds;    try     &     keep your head up to the sky.    lovers, they may cause you tears,    go ahead, release your fears:    stand up    &    be counted, don't be ashamed to cry.  ❞ 

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[mattiejacobz]

Drown | Self Paragraph

It started how it always did; in darkness. Then, slowly as if it were a game struggling to load, little pixels of the world fell into place and he was immersed in the dream. Standing on the bridge - waiting. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a dream that didn’t take place here, and they happened so often that, at least for now, he subconciously knew that this wasn’t real. Yet, there was a chill in the air, and the trees spoke to one another through the wind. His lips were chapped and there was something, something cold, dripping down his neck from his ear.  A hand slowly investigated the sensation, and as he felt the warm liquid the grip he had on reality - or lack thereof - disappeared. His hand began to shake as he brought it into his eyeline, his breathing was not too far behind when he saw the blood. 

Then, as if someone had pressed rewind on the VHS, the dream shifted and he was in the back of his family car. His parents were up front, arguing about this, that, and the other. He loved his parents, but they were both hotheads and as passionately as they loved, they fought hard. Mattie could only hear some parts of the conversation; the rest was muffled, as if it were happening behind closed doors. You’ve had more than the limit! His mother shouted. I’m fine! I had one extra beer - it’s nothing! His father would retaliate. What if we get pulled over? You can’t lose your license, how would Mattie get to school - no he will not take that damn bus! 

Despite being a nice kid, junior high was not exactly a walk in the park for him. He was a late bloomer, a short, stumpy, kid who was great at math - the perfect target for the 11/12 year old jocks-to-be. His mother was terrified of the back-of-the-bus bullying, so he’d been dropped off and picked up ever since someone ripped up his calculus homework back in 3rd grade.

The argument would carry on until they reached the bridge. Until they hit the ice. Until his father lost control. Until they smashed into the barrier and the car balanced one half off the edge. He’d hit his head against the window and the headrest in front of him during the crash. He felt sick. Dizzy. There was a ringing in his ear, one that he would discover will never go away. 

Then, everything kind of came to a stop, as if the person watching had pressed the pause button to go make some more popcorn. They were suspended over one of the biggest drops over one of the most most dangerous rivers in West Virginia. Everything was silent, except for a voice that sounded like his Mother’s - but she wasn’t talking. She wasn’t... She wasn’t even there. There was a hole in the front windscreen - she had already gone, down into the river. 

We’ll always be with you. Mattie, we never wanted this life for you. That money we had saved... It was for college. It was to get you out of this small town life. You’re meant for so much more than this.

Tears were falling down his cheeks, but he couldn’t even feel them, he just knew it was happening. His head was shaking vicously - this couldn’t be happening - it was going to be okay. He tried to yell, tried to scream at his father to reverse the car - to climb to the back so the car wouldn’t tip over - but nothing came out. 

Then his father turned around, his face was all bloody and he could barely open one of his eyes. The airbag hadn’t deployed properly, and he’d smashed his face up against the steering wheel. He smiled.

It’s going to be okay Mattie, okay? It’s going to be okay - you don’t need to be scared. Don’t be scared Mattie boy, you hear me son? You stay strong, you - you look after yourself. Now, be a good boy - open your door, Mattie. Jump out - get out of here Mattie, right now. I love you, son. Get out - get out Mattie! 

He fumbled at the door handle until the door finally swung open and he threw himself out onto the cold concreate and as he did the car began to tilt forwards, over the edge. NO, NO, NO! He’d yell, though nothing would come out. He pulled himself up and clamered at the side of the car as if he, an 11 year old boy, had the strength of Superman - as if he could be the superheroes he watched every Saturday night. But he wasn’t a superhero. He was just a boy. 

Everything went into slowmo - and Mattie clung to the broken metal bars and watched as the car plummeted to the water. Don’t be scared Mattie boy. We never wanted this life for you. Get you out of this small town. Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared. The voice of his parents played over and over and over in his head until the car finally crashed into the water and there was a split second of darkness.

He woke up gasping for air - a silent scream as he clung onto his chest that rose and fell as if he’d just run a marathon. He was covered in sweat. He was shaking. He felt like he was going to throw up but he swallowed and tightly shut his eyes. The sound of his parents words followed him into the real world - don’t be scared. Then, he opened his eyes and turned on the bedside lamp, swinging his body around so he perched on the edge of the bed. He hung his head and sighed. Then, he went to grab the bottle of water and his eyes locked onto the flyer that was being used as a coaster; PANIC IS BACK.

Get you out of this small town life. 

Don’t be scared.

Mattie took a sip of his water and slicked his hair back and then... He picked up the flyer.