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[hedwigsmuses]

@the-fires-dead liked for a starter from Collins

“I know what you’re thinking and don’t,” Collins started, glancing longways Roger, watching the guitarist’s latest tune up.

[destructiivity]

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“Oh, excuse me! I didn’t see you there.” It was true, Cian hadn’t even noticed the person standing behind him as he examined the books on the shelf before him, and when he’d stepped back from the shelf, he’d run right into something, which turned out to be said person.

[marvelpositiverp]

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[turnonthe8-track]

@the-fires-dead​ clicked the ❤

“Where did you say you were from again?” the blonde song stylist asked, looking over at the radio host.

[savagecuhnt]

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[lilacwintersky]

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“So...What is my part in all of this?” Katelyn asked and tilted her head slightly.”I mean there must be a reason why you asked me to come right?”

[borderedheart-blog]

"You do realize what time it is, right?" (from Freddie, obvs)

Anatoly rolled over and then up, rubbing his temples, eyes nailed shut. His immediate instinct was to respond in Russian, as that was how the million thoughts running through his mind always were. 

Goddamn Bangkok. The whole placed seemed infected with drug and drink and haze and he was no stranger to any of the above. And he certainly didn’t want to be caught dead in any compromising position with fucking Freddie of all people. It was almost too easy to swat him aside and call him crazy, but, that was not so much what he was itching to do. Here they were.

“Not paying attention to that. So no.” A beat and then a smirk. “Do tell then. What time is it?”

[scarfnerd]

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despite being in one of the busiest and constantly moving cities in the united states, the night was actually fairly peaceful. for a moment, the lanky camera man could almost forget the troubles that plagued their friend group and pretend that they were in some country town, far away from the crime, the poor, the refuse, that surrounded them on a daily basis. gloved hands were loosely wrapped around the rusting chains of the swing as his legs gently pushed him, back and forth and back and forth. 

his gaze shifted over to roger, resting far longer than it probably should have. he drank every detail of the other man in, noting how messy and thick the musician’s hair was, how the red in the plaid pants that he wore seemed to somewhat stand out in the darkness, how his leather jacket hung off of his frame. it was moments like this that made mark’s heart ache and his eyes sting with tears that he didn’t want to shed. how many more moments like this did he have left with roger? how many more moments of peace, of laughter, of joking around remained between them?

“i wish i could stop time.” he spoke the words quietly, as if frightened that any louder tone would shatter the peaceful moment. his gaze had fallen back on the snowy ground and his feet, fingers tightening around the chains.