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I'm so invested in the helly/helena/mark situation. Helly desperately and resentfully claws out a little corner of a life and Helena takes it for herself so casually. Outie Mark has already in some ways killed both himself and his innie and we're just waiting for the bullet to hit. Mark S. won't be making googly eyes at whoever he wants for long! Soon he too will be haunted by deadwifeisms. All of Helly R. and Mark S.'s last moments were functionally stolen by Helena. He sleeps with the wrong person and sees the wrong face. He's losing himself and he doesn't even know it.

#press says severance #the gulf between innies as you minus context and separate person you created.... ahhhh #ah!#and they are babies. is the thing. they are so defined by their lack of context #there's so little of them compared to a whole human life #what remains after reintegration? more than remains after retirement. or firing to be sure #and like. can you ever know/trust that it's helly?#that milchick isn't just pretending?#all the way into you?#i do think that hellyna is headed for reintegration just because i think having two parts of you so at war with each other is too good to #pass up #but i don't think it would be something helly would want any more than helena #whereas i think mark s. would at least seriously consider reintegration #but it's pretty important that he doesn't get to.#their outies brought them into this world and they can take them out of it

I would like to implore people to – pretty please with a cherry on top 👉👈 – put musical theatre–style songwriting requests in my ask box :3

I want to make some 25–45‑second(ish) songs in that genre, but have, like, no ideas :c

(This is also partially so I can start to eliminate my disregard for lyricism and my zero singing exercise, so expect those aspects to be lesser than the instrumental.)

#sylvere being original (rare)#musical theatre #theatre kid #please #i'm begging you #yes – you reading this #you can be #a british synth‑rock band #to me #i.e. my muse #(one of my favourite bands btw)#would you really #pass up #that opportunity?

The Force Awakens || Earl Grey

Jane had a lightsaber in her purse (which for the record, was more of a messenger-bag satchel thing than a proper purse, since Jane Porter was not one to carry fancy purses around. Her bags functioned more for utility than style). The bag was slung ‘cross her chest, and in it was the plastic lightsaber Tom had given her on her 19th birthday. It was purple, which—and this was according to Tom, mind you, Jane liked Star Wars but Tom loved Star Wars—indicated moral ambiguity and while they typically favored the light-side, they did not limit themselves by a strict code of conduct (which made sense for Jane, really).

Also, apparently, the purple ones were hard to find online.

Jane had kept it in a box under her bed and it had not seen the light of day in some time.

“One last shot,” she said now, leaning over the bar, one finger in the air. She’d already had a few, enough to quench the nagging thought in the back of her mind that she shouldn’t be getting into a drunk lightsaber fight with Paul. The voice was still there, yeah, but a louder one was telling it “oh shut it, you haven’t done anything with friends in so long.”

She grabbed the shot glass from the counter.

“We can do this one together, yeah? ‘snot fair if you’re less drunk than I.”

Jane sat up a little straighter, taking the glass between fingers, lifting it up, staring Paul straight in the eye.

“To the Rebellion,” she said, her voice as steady and serious as someone who already had four shots of rum could muster.