#fastriffs

[goldensqueeze]

❛      fix     your     face      —    YOU  LOOK  SAD     .    ❜   @fastriffs​

[its-all-too-beautiful]

@fastriffs called for a starter !;

On a rather blustery day, Whitney found herself out on a walk, searching for something to do- gray days like these either made her want to explore, or stay in bed all day, nothing in between. Deciding on the former mood, she headed downtown and began her morning with a cup of coffee to-go; it would keep her hands warm on the walk, of course.

She then remembered there was a bookstore just around the corner! Ah, yes! The brunette had been on the hunt for new books lately, and it was the perfect opportunity to have coffee and purchase new novels of sorts. Heading into the quaint little book shop, Whitney kindly greeted the man at the front desk and let her doe eyes wander along the shelves. Hmm..poetry, poetry...romantics! Alas, she found the section that immediately drew her attention. Picking up a book of Keats’ poems, the girl decided to have a seat on the floor and prop her coffee up beside her. However, she didn’t realize until she was well into page twenty that she’d nearly been sitting on top of someone else’s things- someone, she assumed, was now trying to get them back.

“Oh, I’m so sorry-“ She said quickly, getting up and grabbing her coffee before she possibly could make a mess. The girl noticed that they had a rather interesting looking book in their hand too, and couldn’t help but politely ask,

“What are you reading?”

[dirtyfilthysunshine]

❛       HA   !               good  one ,      mr  .  page   --        ❜              he’s  flying  with  the  fucking  eagles  &   nothing’s  ever  felt  this  miraculous  .              critter’s  sitting  at  jimmy’s  feet ,        beer  in  hand  and  joint  between  his  fingers .                      the  rest  of  the  crew  is  elsewhere.

he’s  high ,       they  all  are ,         and  eventually,   slowly,   critter  is  very  much  pressed  up  against  the  man’s  leg,      inching  himself  closer  and  closer  as  the  night  wore  on.          he  wants  to  touch  the  god,    could  do  with  being  in  his  lap  at  this  point,      but  tries  to  be  content  just  there .         ❛         d’ you want me to get you another bottle ,      i  can  get  you  some  ice  !        ❜          @fastriffs​

[evieenpointe]

!! @fastriffs liked for’a short & sweet starter !!

“Well, then, according to the fable-- the poor, silly little frog still decided to swim across and give that scorpion a ride: and do you know what happened?”

Terror. Across her face, in how she fumbled with the hem of her skirt, that slight tremble to her tone. It’s a story, one much older than she is; yet, for some reason, the tall tale manages to drain typically peached cheeks of color.

“The scorpion still stung him.” Oh, woe is the fate of the helpful toad. “He stung him, then went along and told the frog it was his nature, the dastardly little thing.” Had anyone requested an anecdote? “Don’t you think that’s dreadful?” -- but it’s certainly asked more in curiosity, than any sort of certainty at all... 

[citialiin]

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“  No  thank  you  ,  I’m  sorry  but  who  are  you  again  ?  Someone  important  ?  I  frankly  don’t  know  who  you  are  .  Nor  ,  do  I  care  to  know  .  “  Also  in  the  same  breath,  his  eyes  went  to  his  guitar  as  he  held  it  closer  to  him  .  Unsure  of  just  really  what  this  glittery  person  was  going  to  do  .  “  Absolutely  not  .  No  one  signs  my  guitars  .  How  dare  you  just  assume  such  a  thing  .    “    It  wasn’t  everyday  people  were  offering  him  their  autograph  .  The  nerve  .  

     ❝ COME NOW, Jimmy, ❞ he pleads in that wheedling, whining drawl, ❝ I was only joking. ❞

     SUCH A smug, demure smile lilts against his pale lips, the tip of his opal-lacquered nail tracing up the seams of his lapel.  ❝ No need to get your head in a tangle, ❞ he soothes, chancing a deft little twirl of his thin fingers into an errant black curl.  ❝ You’re always in such a sour mood ! ❞ he insists as he chances a petulant little pout, ❝ maybe you need a little bit of color in all that gloom and doom you’re always on about. ❞  It might be because Jimmy’s a wretched son of a bitch in a stupid, tacky band of talentless fools; however, one would never be given any impression Ziggy thinks such scornful things with the way he’s practically clinging to him.  ❝ C’mon -- you know who I am, ❞ he teases, a finger plucking a guitar string.  ❝ Maybe I should be the one asking for your autograph, huh ? ❞

[lifellflowon-blog]

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❝ Not from around here, man? ❞

The answer to that was obvious. PAINFULLY obvious. From the other man’s accent to the harsh redness of his cheeks from having to stand out in the desert heat. BUT HEY.

It was a decent enough question to start casual conversation with. And, JESUS, he desperately needed some.

So far, the day had been a quiet one. Too quiet for Tino’s liking. But this was NOT because of any sense of trivial boredom. No. This was because he felt UNEASY. So uneasy, the air in the shop suddenly felt heavy. SUFFOCATING, even. It seemed to sit on his chest. Like stones being piled on one...by one...by one. Slowly CRUSHING him under their weight until he couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

With little to do and Rubén wanting to get some lunch, Tino immediately volunteered to run out and pick up some food from a little place nearby. Hoping the power-walk over could provide some catharsis. And it did.

But only a little.

So distraction via small talk quickly became plan B.

He offered up a warm grin and a chuckle as he gestured vaguely to his cheeks. ❝ Don’ look like you get much sun. Not much as I do. ❞

[kaidankai]

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If Jimmy thought that Hisako was in any way upset with him over nodding off with her on her sofa, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

To sleep. To quietly drift off. To dream in the presence of another uncoerced. It was a sign of trust and of contentment. Jimmy felt relaxed enough to rest beside her, and Hisako had quietly admired him before she too was lulled to sleep by the sound of the guitarist’s quiet breathing, and the low trilling of cicadas just outside.

The quiet didn't last however, and Hisako could hear and feel how Jimmy had become restless in his slumber. So she slowly roused herself awake, trying to quell his unease despite not being lucid enough to remember her English at first.

❝ ただ の ゆめ です。 だいじょうぶ だ よ、 じみー くん。 ただ の あくむ です。 ❞

It's just a dream. It's alright, Jimmy. It's only a nightmare.

When she finally had her wits about her, she sat up straight, and lifted her body away from him. But stayed close enough that he could still hear her voice.

❝  It’s alright. It seemed like you needed the rest. . . Is everything okay? Are you okay?  ❞

[greyhoundgxrl]

Picks her up and smothers her with kisses .

Maddie giggled, wrapping her arms around him as she struggled to keep up with his kisses. “Oh, Jimmy,” she cooed. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome in the slightest. Maddie gently reached her hand up to cup his face as they kissed.