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a delores thingy for @generationalsins

[deathdippedinarchive]

@generationalsins  —  ♡ ‘ed for a starter  ( ACCEPTING )

      The alcohol the two of them had been sipping on has Vera feeling no more than slightly buzzed. She was nowhere near a lightweight. It was going to take more than two glasses of some expensive alcohol to get her totally plastered. Acrylic nail circling around the brim of her glass, jade eyes watches as Louis observes the vinyls she had. They were mostly soundtracks to some of her favorite movies, but there were some classic rock and jazz records mixed up in there. ❝ They’re really just there for decoration. ❞ The woman spoke up. ❝ I don’t play them often. They’re really old and I’m scared of scratching them up. ❞

[missmxrcy]

// @generationalsins

Wa-ping.

Right in the middle of rehearsal. Her mind immediately recalled the moment she took her phone off silent mode - it was last night, she was out in town with a group of friends from the dance company. She was expecting to be contacted form a particular person and she had hoped the message alert would give her an excuse to get away from the group. The message never came. Who knows why...

Wa-ping. Wa-ping.

Mercy quickly walked to the other side of the studio, staying close to the walls so not to disturb those currently practicing, and reached into her bag for her phone. She was greeted by more than one message on her phone screen. The messaged were clear and concise, she didn’t need to unlock the screen to read them. How efficient. An instruction to meet at the park bench in an hour and a half.

But she did promise to meet with Ciara, Daniel and Thandi to go through the quartet... she’ll just say she double booked herself. Maybe she was offered a coaching session and completely neglected to remember their practice session? Sure, that’ll do.

Dropping her phone back into her bag, Mercy went bag to her spot on the barre, going through the morning warmup as normal and waiting until it was over before leaving the studio and getting changed into normal clothing to make her meeting. 

[grenkids]

@generationalsins​

“Oh, excuse me!” Will says as he knocks into the stranger, never forgetting the manners his mother instilled in him, even in moments of dire distress. Jim says nothing but halts behind his friend, eyes wild, knowing that to stop even for a moment is to waste precious time.

[aspernamentum]

@generationalsins​ // liked.

     Jimmy had a lot of shit on lock-down. Capitalism had been kind to him, and a market based solely on aggression had assisted in smoking the competition. He wasn’t top-dog, it would’ve been irresponsible to say he was, there were international syndicates, shadowy figures with bank balances in the billions that Jimmy had never heard of, and never will. Hopkins mostly did his own thing after murdering Don Mazzeo and taking control of a Colombian coke racket, he considered himself untouchable -- inflated ego egged on by rampant abuse of the drugs he so fondly peddled, but there was more to him than that. He got to where he was for a reason, as paradoxical as it may have been for a man who considered himself untouchable, he was also horrifically paranoid. Sometimes that paranoia was vindicated. 

     It was hard not to spot the car going around the block as he walked down the street just down from his complex. Same car had driven past twice. Third time, he told himself, third time and he would start shooting. The thought of gunning down some innocent bystander lingered in his mind for a moment, dispelled by the re-arrival of the car. He grabbed his gun out of his coat, jogged out into the road, in front and fired. Screams, yells, he tuned it out and investigated. Sure enough, the passenger held an Uzi. It wasn’t exactly out of character for Jimmy to make half-cocked assumptions, but from the look of the guys he reckoned Italians. 

     He had shit to do -- meeting with the Triads about a possible deal, had a drink with a politician, but once he finished he put his ear to the ground and tried to find out who was after him, why they were after them. His lawyer, Bruce, tipped him off to the whereabouts of a few gangsters worth quizzing. He found himself opposite someone who, until previously, had simply been a photograph sent to him by Bruce. “Somebody tried to kill me this morning,” he began. “Was wondering if you’d know anything ‘bout that.” 

[isolctions]

@generationalsins​ sent this meme.

“i wanted to be a vet. you know, when i was a kid.” she’d remembered the insignificant fact suddenly, not because adina always seemed to make habit of letting her great dane off the leash in the dog park whenever she wasn’t stuck with a hospital shift, but because she always remembers the reason why her father shot that dream down damn near immediately after it left her eight year old lips; i got no use for pet doctors, chiquita. “i really liked the idea of helping, and caring for things already — but pets are so appreciative! way more than most people when they’re sick.”

[escapedartgeek]

🕕 !!!

  Two versions of the same person just.. hanging out. Having tea, talking about art, maybe a little drawing goes down. It’s actually not the weirdest thing to happen to either of them that week. Of course, there’s a whole conversation about how to refer to each other. So the younger gets stuck with Zizi, as used by older relatives while further their future self gets to be Zora or Zo.

    “So you’re telling me that you actually left artwork in the stars that can be seen until.. you know the inevitable end of the universe?“ There’s a certain awe, a curiosity and a sheer craving to know how exactly this happened.

   “Listen Zizi, it’s true. I bet you can find it in an alternate realm when you get the chance to look. But look, I can tell you this - it took a lot of finagling and planning and scheming and experimentation and ritual. And scouting out the right machinations to actually keep that stuff in the sky. But it’s up there. And frankly, no one can tell me nothing about it. A few people have tried.. much to their regret.“

   “...“ Zizi at this moment is legitimately speechless. There’s a wonder and a tad bit of.. what the hell did you do to those people, that is in the back of their mind. “Let me guess, you really don’t care about sicking some wild mess on people after a while do you? Zo.. you have to tell me what you did. “

   The elder version just kind of smiles, a mischievous smile that Zizi knows entirely too well. Way too reminiscent of their own aunties, their own mother - when they are a little proud of what has been wrought. That smile alone says so much that Zizi will be be staring into the void for a little while after this conversation just contemplating the possibilies.

“Zizi, darling. I know what you’ve been working on with those entities. Trust me, they will certainly be glad to make a powerful impression on people you need to leave you alone. And you have more capacity than you give yourself credit for. It’s worth.. having some fun with. You just keep at it, though. And you’d be surprised what you’re capable of. I’m sure you already are, dear. I certainly was that age. “

[dumond-gotham]

@generationalsins

Delores Scozzari

           “I don’t think I'm the marriage type, men don’t tend to stick around and honestly I stopped looking. But, congratulations on your long hopefuly happy marriage.”