#lyricsrise

[shapingminds-blog]

❝ Have you seen my hoodie? ❞                               ❝ Nooo. ❞                                        ❝ You’re wearing it, aren’t you? ❞

@lyricsrise     —     SENTENCE STARTERS     —     accepting !

          ❛  ...  𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨.  ❜     the word was drawn out even longer the second time around as josiah worked to cross his arms across his chest and rotate his body in a way that delaney wouldn’t be able to see it  head on  once he came out of the room.  he had a habit of stealing the other’s clothes.  a habit he’d picked up  VERY  early on in their relationship.  who could blame him,  though?  not only did delaney seem to have the most unnaturally  comfortable  hoodies in his collection,  but stealing the clothing meant that when the other male left for tour,  there was always  SOMETHING  left behind for him to embrace.  it helped a lot.  the insane amount of attachment that the teacher had come to feel for the guitarist was   ...   well it was heartbreaking when the other left.  those times had become some of the loneliest and  MISERABLE  times in recent memory.  so if it took thinning out delaney’s closet a little bit to help him get any sort of  REAL  sleep while he was gone?  well,  so be it. 

          ❛  look at it this way,  that’s one less thing you have to shove in your suitcases.  i just saved you some space.  and weight.  you’re welcome.  ❜     a smile pulls across josiah’s lips as he finally turns back around to face the other    —    arms unwrap from his chest,  extending out to the side as he takes a moment to look down at the hoodie that he was supporting.     ❛  as the kids in my class would say :  finders keepers,  losers weepers.  it’s mine now,  you  CAN’T  have it back.  ❜     he finally looks up at the guitarist,  eyebrows lifting almost in defiance as he lets his arms slap against his side.     ❛  you’ll have to peel it off me.  and i just don’t see that happening.  ❜

[wonderstxrs]

@lyricsrise​ 

Sometimes Clarice wonders what it would be like, just having a normal job out in the open without having to be afraid someone might say or do something. But being a dishwasher in Georgia had to do for now. She wasn’t sure how long it’d stick, the purifiers already made a statement when she went on ONE DATE. Who didn’t do anything about it, by the way. She couldn’t really blame him, but.. well, it sucks. Finding someone who wasn’t scared or agressive upon setting sights on her green eyes, pointed ears, and the faded purple birthmark on the right side of her face... was not an easy task. She didn’t need to be normal, and leaving her foster home had been about not hiding anymore. But, everywhere she went she met violence. They just her because of their corrupt views on mutants and her appearance, not who she is. 

Either way, she knew about the concert because of that guy. They’d been talking about going before the purifiers intervened. She new Black Vinyl from back home, never actually thought she’d get to go. Hear it enough and you just let go of the idea. So, a day before the concert she’d sneaked in && checked the place. She had to know where everything was to portal herself to a spot where no one could find her later. She didn’t want to make a big scene or cause chaos, stay clear of the crowd && just enjoy the music. That’s the plan.

There was a railing above the stage, out of sight from the crowd but in clear line of anyone on the stage. But they wouldn’t look up right, when they have a public to enchante. Even if she did, it’s too dark up there to really see her anyway. No lights this high up. It’s there where she ended up leaning on the railling. She’d portaled herself up there when the music started, didn’t want to risk being seen. Although it was LATE and the concert lights along with the music drew enough attention away from anything in the background, is what she was hoping for & counting on.