#sinkingsong

[intothewildsea]

&& @sinkingsong

The woman was staring at her and the selkie stared right back.  She didn’t moved from her spot on the sand, curled up in a small ball, as if trying to make herself smaller to disappear.

It had been years since she had been face to face with a human.  The woman didn’t seem threatening, and she was indeed beautiful, but looks could be deceiving. 

Her English was not so good and she really only could speak Gaelic.  Perhaps the woman knew it?  It was worth a shot.

“Cé tusa?“  Who are you?

[sangerinde-blog]

             “Mo, you’re dodging again.”

              Maren’s lips curled upward at the corners from behind her coffee mug, a playful brow quirked at her daughter as she tilts the ceramic back towards her to take a knowing sip. Her hands lowered it to the wooden table they sat at after, eyes not leaving Morgan for a moment all the while.

              “Enough with the ‘he’s good to me!’ and ‘we’re totally having safe and healthy sex, don’t worry, mom!’ Unlike your father, I know you’re plenty capable of taking care of yourself if a boy isn’t treating you right.” Christoph was out, he could take the jab at his protectiveness over the two ladies in his life who mattered most.

              Propping her elbow on the table, she cradled her chin in her palm, rubbing her spreading grin right in Morgan’s face. “Come on, tell me the stuff that matters. What songs make you think of him? When did you realize you were in love? ...When am I getting grandchildren?” 

@sinkingsong

[onemansinsanity-onecatsreality]

@sinkingsong did ask for a starter but pay attention to me allie

          ❝ I PERSONALLY RECOMMEND THAT there be a more prominent presence of The White Stripes, Fitz and the Tantrums, and  Kongos in this shoppe of yours. Whilst I heed regard that PROMOTING the greats of past generations is still an admiral endeavor, you’re really missing out on some ENTHRALLING melodies that could garner more recognition. ❞

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sinkingsong replied to your post: “sinkingsong replied to your post: “i need dean to stop being a butt so...”:

wow........... this joke.......... clary........... why aren't u a professional comedian.......... omg............. :|

i’m HILARIOUS okay

[seeyoucomin-blog1]

          the smell of alcohol, something he’d recognize anywhere. hell, the whole TOWN reeks of it yet he doesn’t know if it’s all in his mind of everyone chooses to ignore it. either way, he can smell it on the ginger in front of him and it takes his all not to recoil from it. instead, he fiddles with the white collar that feels like it STINGS more and more each day, but he ignores that too, instead giving his attention to the girl standing in the middle of the empty church, unsure of what she WANTS. instead of seeming confrontational, he goes back to cleaning the church pews.

                    ❝ come to confess? ❞

@sinkingsong !!

[goingawry-blog1]

@sinkingsong

“-- Don’t look at me with those judgy little eyes, I swear I was just on my way.”

Which was exactly the reason only one of his arms had made it’s way through his T-Shirt’s sleeve, the other one still struggling with the fabric. Okay, okay, maybe he hadn’t really been on his way, but he had already contemplated getting up and, eventually, joining Morgan for work.

Unfortunately, though - or, well, maybe luckily so -, Morgan had a habit of picking him up in the morning, and maybe that was the only reason Samuel hadn’t lost his job quite yet. 

“You look lovely today.”

There. Couldn’t be mad at someone complimenting her, right?

[beingobserved-blog]

       The scent of the place, along with the dim lights and the music style, reminded her of her college years. Ah, good times --- no family to worry about, no politics; just party after party after party, filming and editing documentaries she now had no money to afford anymore. God, this sucks. With a huff, Laurel finally decided to walk in. She had been working too hard and saving her brother’s ass on too many occasions; she deserved a drink. A strong one. As soon as she approached the bar, though, a way-too-familiar tune started playing, and her heart skipped a beat. You might think I’m crazy... 

      “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she huffed, a frown present on her face. Well, now she was upset.

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