* LOUD / MOUTH !

stomp my feet when i clap my hands, i wanna dance with a disco man. fast track pass on a rollercoaster, express at disneyland. wow, wow, top down with the radio loud ! can't nobody be turning me down, i can't keep it on my tongue, loudmouth and i gotta get it out. wow, wow, supernova never come down. once my heart starts making that sound, i can't keep it on my tongue, loudmouth and i gotta get it out !

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Send me a “📱” and I will answer the following:

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called your this week?

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

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conye-west‌:

connor shrugged, ungracefully wiping the purple lipstick off with his sleeve and glancing down the aisle for something else interesting enough to potentially get in trouble for trying on. “i think i’m gonna take a creative risk and go with the forest green, man. i can’t just copy nicki’s whole lewk.” they had to stop saying lewk. but god damn it, it was so entertaining. “also, i’m fully ready to change the band’s name to color-reversed handsome squidward. are you in or are you in?”

          ‘ don’t get shimmery forest green, because that’s a rihanna lewk and if you start looking like rihanna, i can’t promise i won’t try to make out with you, ’ torrance shrugs, fingers sifting through a variety of glittery liquid lip colors, ‘ hey, if i add a thick coat of this dark pink on my light blue, d’you think i’ll end up looking like one of those hot wheels cars that changes color under cold water ? ’ without so much as a second thought, she slides over to one of the teeny mirrors, adding a couple dabs of the new color over her old one. sanitary ? debatable. stunning ? absolutely. ‘ before i give my final vote about the name change for the band, i have to ask: if we have to shorten the name into some kind of band nickname, what word are we using out of the four ? ’

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isa: party pooper

isa: fine

isa: no glow in the dark dick tats

torrance: u can technically still tattoo one

torrance: just not on my ass

torrance: or my forehead

torrance: we do too many performances in the dark

torrance: and we're wet brain not flaccid glow in the dark dick so it'd be off brand :/

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shuifong‌:

Peter opens his mouth to retort, a comment about gilfs and how a sugar daddy only gets more desirable the closer they are to death, but he pauses. He squints. His brows furrow. He frowns. And his finger slowly lifts from the corner of his ear to trace down towards the middle of his cheek, mimicking Torrance’s gesture with an expression of absolute confusion. “..the fuck was this? What the fuck was this supposed to represent? Was this supposed to be a fuckin’ tear? Are you crying out of your ears, Tor– Do you produce tears out of your fuckin’ pores? The fuck was– Did you miss? Did you miss your eye? There’s two of them, how the fuck did you miss?”

The bewilderment only has a moment to stew before it’s shelved in favor of her question, his brow arching ever so slightly as he hums in thought. “Who’d you say earlier? Isla or, like.. Lore-somethin’? Maybe them. Maybe I’ll go ask them, huh? S’cuse me for wantin’ to go have a nice weekend out with my granddaughter, maybe buy her a fuckin’ churro before I take her to her physical where we can determine whether or not crying from the ears is a terminal illness.”

          her face changes almost in unison with peter’s, and –– with her finger still glued to her cheek –– she looks up at the ceiling, as if to ask the higher cosmic powers why she is the way she is. ‘ i didn’t miss my –– look, you got what i meant, right ? i was mimicking a tear falling down my face. whether it came out of the corner of my ear or my literal ear hole isn’t a super vital detail right now, as far as i’m concerned, ’ she huffs, her finger finally leaving her cheek and gesturing at both her eye and ear. she crosses her arms as she finishes her sentence, a grin sneaking back onto her face and he stumbles through the names of her two quasi-clones ( emphasis on quasi ). ‘ gee gramps, i had no idea you felt that way ! if your dying wish really is for me to come with you on a special roadtrip where we’ll split our time between churro tasting, medical checkups to make sure the niagara falls in my ears are normal, and a widespread panic-themed light show, then i’m totally in. i’d never go against my elderly relatives’ wishes. speaking of which, got any tunes from the early 1900s you want me to play in the car ? ’

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isa: i'm changing your contact name to that

isa: i don't have any neon ink

isa: i have glow in the dark ink though

isa: would a glow in the dark dick be okay

torrance: isa i hate that i have to say this

torrance: but please don't tattoo a glow in the dark dick on my ass :/

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isa: doesn't that depend on the two year old

isa: i don't think it's cheesy. i have a tattoo behind my ear

isa: but i say go big or go home

isa: ass tat ass tat ass tat ass tat ass tat

torrance: i have the pain tolerance of a WEAK ASS 2 year old

torrance: and ok to the ass tat

torrance: i also have the resolve of a WEAK ASS 2 year old

torrance: i know i'm letting u pick the design just pls don't draw a neon dick on my ass cheek

torrance: that's too much even for me

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shuifong‌:

And that’s when the laugh finally breaks through. A hand raises to cover his mouth out of sympathy, but soon falls back at the very rude insinuation at his very young and hip age. “Oi,” he begins, reaching out to flick her nose with a huff and a snort. “Twenty-five’s the new twenty-two. Excuse me for wanting to share a lifechanging experience with someone whose most exciting part of their day is when they refill the ice cubes down at the Breezy Block.”

His brow raises at her final verdict, though the rest of his expression remains softened by his amusement. “You really think you get to go, now? I offered you a free ticket and a free hotel room and you’re short of calling me Gramps. The magic’s gone.”

“Now you’ll never get to experience an old man yelling about Satan while lasers shoot out of a projector. I hope you’re happy.”

          her reflexes kick in and she backs away, careful not to get flicked in the nose à la scooby-doo in the masterpiece that was the 2002 live-action scooby-doo movie. ‘ i –– like about half the people in this town –– work at the trio, grandpa, so clearly twenty-five is the new seventy-two. should i start writing things on post-it notes for you ? i’ve heard that helps people of a certain age remember things, ’ she quips back, taking a final ( and rather loud ) sip of her cherry coke. she shrugs at his decision, her index finger raising up to draw the trajectory of a tear from the corner of her ear down to the middle of her cheek. ‘ guess i’ll just have to look up ‘ rave grandpa ’ on youtube while crying into a giant tub of ice-cream. the world really is unfair to those who speak their mind, ’ she sighs, feigning sadness for an instant, distracted shortly after by another thought, ‘ i have to ask: if i’m officially not going, who’s your next choice ? or –– drum roll –– was i last on your list ? your last hope ? the obi-wan to your leia ? ’

[theavengers]

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( @shuifong ! )

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bluejamiemoon‌:

Jamie needs a break. He’s been staring at the dull screen of his laptop for what seems like hours, trying to process the intricate details of renaissance art for one of his classes. Instead, the inside of his head feels like mush, his fried mind only able to focus on Hazel curled up beside him, the pudgy tabby purring despite him not touching her. He pushes his laptop away from him, letting out a low groan of frustration. And suddenly, his prayers are answered. The sound of his buzzer makes him nearly dash to his door, swinging it open after he sees Torrance’s head of curls through his peephole. He smiles wide before noticing her tears, his brow knitting together.

Oh. His lips press together in a thin line once he realizes what time of the year it is. His heart sinks deep in his chest, knowing just how hard takes the anniversary of her mother’s death. “Not as often as you, beautiful,” he says softly, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug for a beat before letting go. Hazel trots up to the pair, circling around their feet, her tail brushing up on their legs. Jamie opens his door wider for her to walk in, a faint, sad smile gracing his features. “You hungry? Thirsty?” He asks, keeping his gaze on his friend.

          jamie’s arms wrap around her shoulders and torrance feels the tension in her body dissipate almost instantly, replaced by a sense of solace only he seems to be able to muster. she stays firmly and silently locked in his embrace for an instant, before breaking away and walking into his home, hazel in tow. ‘ i am kind of hungry actually, ’ she admits, settling onto her friend’s couch, legs pretzeled up, ‘ i tried to smoke the sadness away with jesse earlier, but someone once told me that weed isn’t actually a food group. wild, right ? ’ at the very least, her sense of humor seems undamaged. there’s always that silver lining. ‘ anything you’re fine with me potentially finishing is fine. you know me, i’ve never really been picky. left that quality for my brother to have, ’ she adds, fingers combing through the fur of the cat now nestled up and loudly purring in her lap. her eyes scan the walls and furniture slowly ( not that anything’s changed in the two days she hasn’t come over ), before settling on jamie’s laptop screen. ‘ i’m not interrupting you in the middle of homework again, am i ? because i can go soon if you need me to. or i can try to help, depending on what you’re working on. ’

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isa: i can do that

isa: i'll surprise you

isa: where do you want it

isa: how big

torrance: not too big

torrance: i have the pain tolerance of a 2 year old

torrance: is behind one of my ears a cheesy place to get it

torrance: or should i go wild and just tattoo my ass cheek

[artistofthemillennium-deactivat]

me before making an impulsive decision i’ll ultimately regret later:

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shuifong‌:

Jesus fucking Christ, this was adorable.

Peter’s smirk only serves to grow into a bigger and bigger grin as he watches the emotions flicker across Torrance’s features, flipping through one after the other faster and faster– Too fast for him to keep up. His head angles forward to study her screen, a soft, thoughtful hum at his throat as his brow bounces right back up to where it started. “I didn’t even know there was a Portland in Maine,” he admits, his eyes flicking back up to meet her gaze with a glint of amusement. “And.. I’m still struggling to understand why you’d think of the one in Maine first rather than.. the one that’s actually in the state we live in.”

“You pour that drink yourself or should I, like, get it checked out for you?”

          peter doesn’t audibly laugh, but it’s not like he has to. torrance already knows how stupid she’s made herself look. and, for once in her life, she can’t even blame it on what she’s smoked. ‘ let me be stupid in peace, ’ she groans, rolling her eyes at her own complete lack of common sense, ‘ at least i don’t need to get one of the young people in my town to accompany me on my old man birthday to see a light show in the same state. remind me to order you a nice pair of hearing aids so you can hear all of the music during your old man roadtrip. ’ she sits in silence for a few seconds, her index finger mindlessly drawing shapes in the condensation of her drink, lips pouted and eyebrows knitted just enough to add an element of comedy to her mock anger. after said few seconds, she looks back up at peter with a sigh, ‘ i’m still convinced you’re somehow trying to off me, but since it’d only be an hour-long trip at most, i might consider coming with you. worst case, wet brain can dedicate a whole ep to me and play it at my funeral on repeat. ’

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conye-west‌:

“oof,” he murmured. connor wasn’t sure what was worse– being compared to a weird dried out radioactive prune, or the fact that torrance was so blatantly referencing friends. however, the blue on her was a total lewk, he had to admit it. “you don’t compare yourself to matt leblanc for me to be honest with you, tori. you look like a total baller. think there’s a green one anywhere?”

          torrance turns away from her own reflection and towards her bandmate, her hand pressed over her heart, ‘ you know, your support really means the world. even though i kind of look like a color-reversed handsome squidward right now, i’m kind of feeling it. ’ she takes another glance in the tiny mirror, suddenly wondering if maybe she actually looks like the type of person who films tide pod makeup tutorials. if so, yikes ! ‘ uh, depends. were you looking for like, a dark green forest type of color, or something more like a neon green sharpie highlighter ? i personally think the second would make you look a lot like nicki in the early 2000s. and that whole period was definitely some kind of lewk. ’

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shuifong‌:

Y’know, it was kinda nice being on the other side of the ramble storm.  Peter’s brow arches higher and higher as Torrance continues her tangent, his arms raising to cross against his chest. How long would it take, he wonders, for the other to realise where exactly the Southworth Planetarium was situated? Maybe now? Nope, still going. Going strong, too.

He raises his hand in an attempt to stall her rant, only for his fingers to curl back in failure. Shit, his opportunity to cut in the middle of her sip was quickly overtaken by more words, words that bring a furrow of confusion at his brow. Shit, okay. Okay.

Okay.

“Um.. Tor,” he begins softly, a slow smirk shaping the edges of his words as he meets her gaze.

“Portland is, like.. an hour away. Forty-five with no traffic.”

          torrance didn’t think her signature look of confusion could get more confused, and yet, here she is, sporting about nineteen additional shades of the emotion. in a ( short, but effective ) moment of clarity, she pulls out her phone, presses her thumb against the home button of her phone, quickly swiping to the map app. ‘ so you and i are here, right ? where the blue dot is. commonly known as dingle, oregon to its residents. and you want us to go –– wait, let me scroll over –– to here, which is basically the other side of the –– ’ she pauses, and stares blankly at the screen of her phone for an instant, suddenly perfectly recreates the lightbulb moment seen in every cheesy cartoon. ‘ oh my fucking god –– peter, are you asking me to come to portland, oregon with you ? or portland, maine ? because i was talking about maine this whole time, and now i feel like a straight up idiot. ’ she takes another long sip of her cherry coke, hoping it’ll somehow work its magic and kill off the part of her brain that’s likely to remember this incident, ‘ i should facetime my bandmates, my brain feels really on-brand for us right now. ’

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rivertowson‌:

If beach-wind was different than the wind everywhere else, that was only because the ocean was full of ghosts. Not, like, real ghosts – River didn’t believe in those, not really – but echoes, like fingerprints of everyone who’d ever swam in the water. Essences. It was hard to feel disconnected from the world when you were standing right up against the biggest communal bathtub on the planet, smelling the same salt as everyone else. If she put her arms out like this, and closed her eyes, River was pretty sure she could feel the rush of it all. 

It was also freezing, though. One of these days, she was gonna get a real winter jacket, ‘cause the zip-up sweatshirt wasn’t much protection against goosebumps. River dropped her hands down to her pockets, where a lighter and a joint were waiting for her. Sweet surprise. She pulled them out to spark up, but there was someone there, all of a sudden, hard to see in the dark. It was – oh, not a cop. Someone good. “Hey!” River made her voice loud, to carry on the wind. “Hey, c’mere! Check this out!” 

          it’d been any time between fifteen seconds and four hours since torrance had begun looking out at the waves from dingle’s beach. clark hadn’t lied when he said the edibles in their fridge definitely weren’t shit. at this point, the girl was ready to eat a handful of sand and address god directly. maybe even try to tell him to meet her in the parking lot behind rosie’s. cash her outside, how about that, god ? after a few seconds of planning out her fight moves ( with carl douglas’ kung fu fighting blaring in the back of her head ), she heard a voice and saw a small light, just a few feet away, and almost jumped. had she just manifested her fight with god ? if so, ariana grande was right, god was a woman. what a visionary ! torrance squinted for a couple more seconds, hoping to see if god –– the woman –– was sporting any kind of armor or maybe a nerf gun of some kind.           squinting harder, the bassist finally noticed the long hair and the familiar smile, and felt her shoulders relax, recognizing her bandmate. ‘ riv, no lie, i literally thought you were god coming to kick my ass, ’ torrance admitted, dusting the sand off of her backside and readjusting her jean jacket over her hoodie an instant later, ‘ i was mentally preparing to be hit in the ass with a nerf gun, or to have to ad lib something sick for our rap battle. and –– i’ll be honest –– i took a whole edible god knows how long ago, so i’m literally off my ass right now. so i would’ve ... i don’t know ... lost and gone to hell ? ’

[blancapadlla]

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( @jessencvak ! )

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shuifong‌:

“Look, the Southworth Planetarium is shutting down for good this weekend and it’d be the last time we’d ever get to go,” Peter reasons, sliding the flier forward. Emblazoned across the top was the date for the final laser light show, featuring the music of Widespread Panic. A note that Peter jabs at repeatedly with his finger, his eyes alighting ever so slightly with his excitement.

“I’ll pay for your ticket and everything. I’ll even book you your own room at, like.. I don’t know, the Hilton or something. Whatever. Don’t make me pull the birthday card.”

          torrance’s eyebrows knit together as soon as she recognizes peter’s voice and ( funnily enough ) the fingers pushing the flyer forward under her eyes. ‘ uh –– can i pull the ‘ what the fuck ’ card ? because i’m pretty sure there’s no scenario in which you and i taking a trip to the other side of the country ends well. be honest, this is actually some kind of reverse psychology ruse for you to end my life gone girl style on the other side of the country, isn’t it ? it all looks like a cute trip to see a light show and stay at the hilton and crack open a lobster together ... but in reality wet brain is about to lose a band member. you know, the fact that you’d do this to con, clark and riv is really fucked up dude ! ’ she drivels on, sipping on her cherry coke ( the lack of stock at trio is to blame for the drink choice ) between each word. ‘ seriously though –– you sure you meant to ask me ? my hair’s straighter than usual today, so i totally understand if you stumbled in here thinking i was –– i don’t know –– isla, or maybe even lorelai. i’d laugh my ass off, but i’d understand. no harm, and certainly no foul. ’