#jonny.

[slasharch]

here's a playlist of songs jonny would have written / sang on his albums.

[oldmilfenjoyer]

Jonny really made sure to include clear audio of Helen walking away in High Fucking Heels. He Needed us to know that she is living her best apocalypse life in her Christian Louboutin red bottom shoes. She is just vibing through her apocalypse hallways wearing her Chanel diamond earrings. She is absolutely apocalyptically Gucci with her Valentino white bag.

[lordjjyoung]

“eu juro que todas as vezes que eu saio do quarto pra essa sala, parece que ela fica menor...” reclamou ao passo que abria a porta do apartamento pra @nckyvm​ “e ela já é uma caixa de fósforo” terminou crispando o nariz, um sinal claro de que seu total incômodo com aquele apartamento estava muito longe de acabar, mesmo que já completassem alguns meses desde que tinha ido parar ali “você sabe onde fica a cozinha se quiser alguma coisa” comentou antes de se jogar no sofá as pernas sob os braços e a cabeça sob o outro “antes de sentar a bunda na poltrona e me contar como veio parar aqui” jinyoung não sabia fazer small talk e sabia que jonny também sabia disso, então nem se deu ao trabalho. 

[slasharch]

he's strumming the taut strings of his guitar, humming a new tune to himself, a pencil and paper set in front of him for when the lyrics come to him. jonny doesn't notice when the door to the studio opens, eyes closed, composing new songs for the record in his head. only does he realize simone has entered when he opens them again, fingers halting against his instrument, friendly expression meeting hers. 'mornin',' the man greets in a gruff voice, setting aside the guitar in favor of giving the woman his full attention. 'have any trouble gettin' here? know traffic can be hell, sometimes,' @lovest0rie.

[my-rion]

lol it's concerning to me that no one's heard from you in months & i've contacted even your grandma with no reply so at this point i'm just googling your name hoping i don't find it in the obituaries.

[unbelong]

VALERIE LANE: COCKTAIL. SENDER MAKES / GIVES A COCKTAIL TO RECEIVER. he hasn't been noticed, yet. the show that would take place later on tonight was still a couple of hours away, and jonny thought he'd treat himself to a drink beforehand. something to relax with. in his old age, stage fright wasn't something to worry about, but getting a little bit loose always helped the music making. once the old fashioned is placed in front of him, jonny gives a grin up to the bartender, granting her with a nod of appreciation before reaching for the tumbler. ‘ that was quick. y'know what you're doin'. thank you, ’ he gives a small cheers as he lifts the glass, taking a drink. it's smooth, well made, and jonny glances at the woman with a thankful smile. ‘ best old fashion around, ’ @sunlustre.

[unbelong]

it can be hard. no one tells you that when you start out in the entertainment business. it seemed ideal from the outside - the money, the glitz and glamor, the attention and luxury - but they struggle just as much as anyone else. being in the public eye can make someone feel so lonely. jonathan has experienced as much through the years, but it's hard to warn someone of the downfalls when they already have full stars in their eyes. when jonny had first met daisy, he knew she was going places. her band had just the right sound, and the right amount of heart. he'd been happy to have them on tour, and jonny had made sure to keep an eye on daisy, knowing that she may fly too close to the sun. he wouldn't be able to stop her from jumping off the deep end - daisy had to learn a few things on her own - but he could help her back out of rock bottom. that's why he was here, now.

‘ there're something's you gotta go through and get through in order t'learn from them, ’ he's been at this a long time, and he thinks he knows a few things. jonny gives a small smile, comforting in nature, elbows leaning on his knees as he listens to daisy speak. ‘ and no matter what you go through, you're not broken - a little lost, maybe, but far from broken, ’ at daisy's question, jonny glances out across the grounds, admiring the flowers, breathing in the fresh air, giving a sigh as he lets it out. ‘ me? i just kept going. i still keep going. take it one day at a time - it's cliche as hell, but it works. as long as you let it, ’ wise gaze lands back on the woman, his smile a bit bigger, now. ‘ and you keep lettin' people help you. that's all we wanna do is help, daisy, ’ @da1syjones from here.