#here tonight

[toketsujisatsu]

SHAKES THE DASH LIKE A JAR OF DIRT.

[coyote-cemetery]

anyone ever heard of this… crazy stuff.

[fieriframes]

[3 images. A man wearing a hat. A man holding a wine glass. A man looking at the camera. Captions: Contain the spread of misinformation. That is how we keep the people from undermining the fruits of their own labor. Yes, comrades... we will all be rewarded for what we do here tonight. This is our moment to shine.]

[fire-walk]

here tonight

Continued from here!

n0irangel:

“Because you’re my date,” Max responded – matter-of-factly or flirtatiously, well, that was up for interpretation. “And I didn’t want to come alone.” She took a sip from her party cup (of soda, of course). “I don’t know why you’re so grumpy. I thought you’d be in your element here,” she mused. “There’s beer, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen people passing around a joint, loud music… whatever that is,” she gestured vaguely towards a group of girls dancing in their bras on top of an improvised coffee table littered with beer bottles and red cups. “All the things that you love.” 

Chloe tried not to smile about being called Max’s date. It wasn’t an actual date, she reminded herself. Which was honestly why she was grumpy, but she couldn’t tell her best friend that. Still, she caught sight of the way some of the crowd was looking at Max, and while some had been snobbish, others seemed...interested. Or both. So, while Chloe would rather have skipped it, wondering what might happen here would’ve kept her up all night. And...maybe part of her was hopeful. But she should just get smashed now because the chances of anything she was hoping for couldn’t possibly be high.

“At a Vortex Club party? I’ll give you beer and women, but I rather not have anything that guy’s lips have touched,” she said, pointing to the jock with the joint, then continued, “and the music is loud, but it reeks of upper-class entitlement.” She crinkled her nose with disgust, but then gestured to Miss Chase herself with some amusement and said, “Which is why she’s enjoying it so much.”

“But, for you, I guess I can make the best of it...” Chloe assured her in mock selflessness. “I gotta know though...what made you want to come? Seems out of your element,” she noted, poking the soda-filled red cup. “Not that it won’t be cool to see Mad Max break loose, but still.” She eyed her curiously, trying to ignore how the flashing lights and clear presence of alcohol made her want to say ‘fuck it’ to her inhibitions and do something crazy, like kiss her.

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[n0irangel]

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(this is p. much a prequel to here tonight)

Nov. 7th, 2013.

For the past week or so, it seems all of Blackwell can only talk about one thing, and that thing is the Vortex Club party that's to be held on Friday, the 15th.

Almost every wall at school is plastered with posters for it, too (and I gotta admit, the design for them is pretty cool... even though they were made by Victoria. Ugh!) So, today, while walking through the halls to get to class, I had an idea: what if I asked Chloe to go with me?

Now, I know what you're thinking. In what world would Chloe Price be caught dead at a Vortex Club party (and for that matter, in what world would Max Caulfield?) but hear me out.

Ever since I came back to Arcadia about two months ago, Chloe and I haven't been as close as I had hoped we'd be. Sure, we're past the initial awkwardness and I don't particularly think she hates my guts anymore, but we just... don't really hang out much (at least, not as much as I wished we would, and definitely not as much as we used to as kids). I want to change that. The party seems like a good opportunity for that, right?

I played around with the idea in my head all day (I realize that makes me sound like a total teenager with a crush) and I just couldn't concentrate on homework until I got it out of the way. So I texted her (rewrote the stupid text like 50 times before deciding it was good enough, but nobody needs to know that).

She took a while to respond, so naturally, I freaked. I started to write a follow-up text, saying it was totally fine if she didn't want to go, I don't know what came over me, I pretty much hate the whole Vortex Club, etc, but then she replied.

She said yes.

Well, actually, she said "free beer? Fuck yeah I'll go with you". But it was as good as a yes.

We texted back and forth after that for a bit while I avoided homework and also tried not to let it show how excited I was that she said yes (which I realize doesn't really help me out with the 'not a crush' argument, but whatever, I've given up at this point. It is what it is).

Maybe I do have a crush on her. Maybe I'm just confused. Who knows? Maybe I'll find out on November 15th.

PS: I told her she could crash in my room so she doesn't need to drive home after drinking and I'm kind of freaking out about it. We've shared a bed countless times growing up, but this is definitely going to be different. I guess worse comes to worst, either she or I can sleep on the couch.

[reyysben]

“Rose’s body was warm against her no matter what; there just wasn’t enough space to avoid that. And it was soft, and that felt—it was a good feeling. And if Rey maybe wanted to try something more, then. Well. She had permission. And nobody was going to see what she did or didn’t do. And Rose didn’t care either way. So. She could try snuggling. If she wanted. She guessed.”

adkgjhlkjhasdf everyone please read here, tonight by Shadaras for some precious Reyrose fluff in these trying times 💜🥺🌹💕

[willow-montenegro]

Here Tonight || Leo & Willow

“This looks like a good spot to set up.” Willow set her bag down and laid out her towel. She shaded her eyes as she looked out at the beach. “I think Monday was a good day to come. There aren’t that many people here,” she commented as she started to take her shirt off.

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[thedisneynerd]

Here Tonight by Brett Young.