#peddlesong

[hellblzer-moved]

tammy! even though we haven’t followed each other for very long or spoken too much ooc, you’ve quickly become one of my favorite things about being on the dash. and that’s not even bias because you’re a fellow superior virgo. (which yes, we are besties now) i don’t know a ton about dc or john but from what i do know, your grasp— and dedication to make sure it’s the right grasp— on his complexities is fantastic to watch. nothing makes me happier than seeing darker characters that see themselves as monsters played from a realistic standpoint where it’s just something they’ve accepted and made peace with. your writing and overall as a person just sparks so joy and i can’t wait to get to know you and john more. 🥰

i held onto this ask for as long as possible because i wanted nothing more than to just look back on it & smile.   rae,   my adored,   i wish i could find a way to tell you how much this means to me in a way that makes even a bit of sense but i’m lost for words which is a hard feat,   because i always try to find at least something i can say in response that isn’t just a thank you,    even then i feel like that doesn’t quite show how grateful i am.

everyday i am constantly in awe of you & your blogs.   the work that goes into your research,   the effort you put into your writing / metas / graphics,   genuinely do not go amiss.   i look forward to seeing your url pop up,   whether it’s here,   on harley,   or on harcourt and i am so glad i have the opportunity to get to know you and interact with you.   you’re a brilliant writer and a brilliant person,   one day i’ll figure out how to voice all the stuff you rightly deserve to hear in a way that doesn’t feel fleeting or rushed.   from the bottom of my heart,   thank you <3

[nightqueentmarch]

❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . — maverick >:)

                    @peddlesong .     THE  ENORMITY  OF  MY  DESIRE .

               he  should  stop  this  obsession  with  casual  flings .     it’s  not  like  he  has  huge  worries  —     he  handles  it  quite  smoothly  and  frankly  prefers  to  remain  friends  than  try  his  hand  at  more .     it’s  the  voice  of  his  closest  friends  that  makes  him second - guess  every  twist  &  turn  of  his  messy  love  life .

               don’t  you  think  it  will  slip  out  of  your  hands ,  someday ?

maverick  was  charmed  &  maybe  hypnotized  by  the  voice  of  the  blue - haired  lady .     even  her  accent  made  vibrant ,  colorful  sparkles  blind  his  eyesight  when  he  approached  her  off - stage .     " ever  thought  of  bringing  crxssroads  to  a  local  studio ? ”     he  asks ,  invested ,  to  kick  off  the  conversation .     both  staff  &  guest  artists  decided  to  spend  the  rest  of  their  last  night  partying  by  the  bleachers  &  the  breeze  of  the  bay .     he’s  not  sure  he  remembers  all  she  spoke  to  him ,  not  because  of  the  alcohol ,  but  because  of  what  his  ears  could  see  as  she  talked .

soon  he  finds  himself  sneaking  into  the  cheap  motel  room  with  effie ,  giggling  with  every  creak  of  worn  off  flooring .     they  kick  off  dusty  boots ,  she  dims  the  lights  &  lets  some  music  play ,  meanwhile  maverick  was  busy  watching  the  aurora  that  clouded  his  eyes  with  it  all ,  as  if  plastered  on  the  ceiling .     lips  were  parted  in  a  small  smile ,  &  soon  effie  would  flop  on  the  bed  beside  him .     turning  his  head  towards  her ,  he  mumbles  a  tiny  ‘ whoa ’  when  their  noses  brush .

“ y’know ,  you  got  me  seeing  stars  all  night ,  but  i  don’t  think  i  can  get  enough  of  it ,  dude . ”     maverick’s  shoulders  bounce  with  tipsy  laughter .     one  hand  reaches  forward  to  tuck  a  strand  of  sapphire  hair  behind  her  ear ,  “ can  i ...     kiss  you ? ”

               the  rest ...     the  rest  is  history .

[nightqueentmarch]

PANTU, MY BELOVED. god, it's been so long since we first met. that's something i can't say about very many people. a lot of people come and go but you're such a good, funny, amazingly talented person that you couldn't get rid of me if you TRIED. i remember first reading tj's bio and going, "holy shit this is so good? so BRILLIANT?" because at the time the only person i'd seen go THAT DEEP on a bio was me with jackie. and it was so refreshing to see. the talent and genius you have in regards to all things creative and artistic is so insane to me. whether it's writing or involving music, you're one of thee most talented people i've ever met. i know i keep saying how talented you are but i mean it. and as a person you're just so fantastic. it's a delight to see you around, watch you write, go through the batshit close friends ig stories i have access to, and most importantly, talk to you. <3 don't change, babes.

                    @peddlesong .

the  fact  that  we  go  WAY  BACK  and  our  dynamic  has  been  nothing  but  love  &  shitposting  means  SO  MUCH  TO  ME .     even  when  we’re  not  talking ,  i  know  you’re  always  there .     and  i’ll  gladly  reciprocate  that  :C  i  ADORE  YOUUUU

[raimonde]

*     @peddlesong​​     …     ❛  please  don’t  shut  me  out .  ❜

she  is  a  girl  unmade  :  torn  asunder  &  hollowed  out,  void  of  naught  but  the  whisper  of  memories  ;  the  fleeting  remembrance  of  the  warmth  in  a  certain  smile,  or  the  reassurance  of  a  routine.  she  is  a  hastily  remade  thing  :  a  coalescence  of  trauma  &  loneliness  knitted  together  into  the  shape  of  a  young  woman  more  akin  to  a  wasp  than  a  butterfly.  still,  kirsten  has  known  this  life  longer  than  she  knew  her  previous,  &  the  further  they  get  from  before,  the  less  she  tends  to  remember.  there  is  no  before.  sometimes  it  feels  easier  to  act  that  way  ;  to  believe  that  stepping  so  wholly  into  this  life  &  slipping  it  on  like  many  a  costume  before  would  be  the  best  for  her.  only  this  costume  would  not  come  off  at  the  end  of  performance.  but  then  she  thinks  of  station  eleven  ;  of  the  hazy  memory  of  arthur  leander  letting  her  color  in  his  dressing  room  ;  of  her  gossip  clippings  that  bear  his  name,  &  kirsten  knows  that  she  doesn’t  truly  want  to  forget  the  before.  HER  LIFE  IS  SPLIT  INTO  TWO  HALVES  :  THE  BEFORE,  &  THE  AFTER.  she  remembers  phones,  remembers  instagram.  sometimes,  she  can  almost  remember  what  it  tasted  like  to  eat  a  wendy’s  frosty  with  french  fries.  but  the  AFTER  has  powerful  memories,  too.  some  of  those  she’s  etched  permanently  on  her  hand,  but  others  are  what  her  brain  dredges  up  at  three  in  the  morning  trying  to  wake  her  in  a  cold  sweat.  it  rarely  works  these  days  ---  too  acclimated  to  this  world  they  now  call  home.

but  everyone  has  their  moments.  those  days  when  the  memories  or  the  lack  thereof  get  too  much  ;  or  something  in  this  world  doesn’t  go  quite  right,  bringing  with  it  its  own  panic  &  dread.  if  you  don't  harbor  some  modicum  of  paranoia  in  regards  to  your  surrounding,  you  are  not  paying  attention.  ❛     i’m  not.     ❜  she  is.   bony  shoulders  roll  back,  kirsten  trying  to  rid  herself  of  the  mental  weight  of  what  she  saw  ;  of  what  it  might  mean.  TWO  YEARS  AGO,  THE  TOWN  HAD  BEEN  THRIVING.  she  vividly  remembers  being  followed  around  by  a  group  of  giggling,  wide-eyed  children  who  would  get  under  feet  as  the  symphony  tried  to  set  up  for  the  night.  now  ---  it’s  all  but  a  ghost  town.  where  are  all  the  children  ? 

❛     i,  um.     ❜  she  turns  to  look  at  effie,  toying  absent-mindedly  with  the  blade  of  the  knife  she’d  earlier  hidden  in  the  waistband  of  her  skirt.  it  now  spins  lightly  on  pad  of  FOREFINGER,  less  a  weapon  &  more  a  thing  with  which  to  fidget  as  she  gathers  her  thoughts.  maybe  she’ll  let  dieter  know,  or  august  .  .  .  but  later.  not  when  dieter  is  still  nervous  about  LEAR  despite  practicing  all  week.  ❛     ---  are  you  performing  tonight  ?     ❜