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every clock's a different time - not strong enough (Boygenius)

#hello aes tag!!! #: /‏‏‎ ♯ aes. … black hole opened in the kitchen. '

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@deatheless sent : ∗ 31﹕ sender runs and jumps into receiver’s arms .

as much as they want to be onstage with her right now, beaming bright enough for the whole world to see, paris holds down the fort alongside the rest of their team as mina and adriana run down a list of people they want to thank. they'd all jumped into the air whooping and cheering when the presenter called her name, but the rest of them have since sat down. not paris, though, who stays poised to wolf whistle.

the award fits as perfectly in her hands as she does in the spotlight. her voice trembles with graciousness, but the particular tenderness she gives their name remains when it's their turn to be acknowledged. this spurs another cheer, as well as a kiss blown in her direction.

paris is too proud to wait much longer after that. they go to stand in an aisle by their table, a cameraman setting up to catch their reunion for the between - commercials broadcast.

the shock on her face remains as she descends the steps, adriana fielding a good batch of the congratulations she receives so she doesn't have to. any photo ops will have to wait until after mina stops speeding across the room to where paris is practically doing an irish jig in anticipation. even though they don't expect her ( in all her finery, ) to leap at them, they immediately adapt, wrapping their arms tight around her and spinning at least twice.

at first, all they can do is laugh against her cheek. then, they begin to babble, lovey and only comprehensible to her.

❝ i knew it. i knew it. i knew you were gonna take it, ❞ cue a smattering of kisses all across the one side of her face and down her jaw. ❝ my baby . . . i'm so fuckin' proud of you. oh my god, i knew it, ❞

as adriana reaches them, the rest of the table beams, addressing her first so they don't ruin the moment unfolding beside them. paris opts to be selfish for a few moments longer, eager to keep her to themselves despite the hundreds of people around them ( and the millions watching beyond that ).

paris finally lowers her to the ground, glancing only briefly at the trophy before bringing a hand up to cup her cheek and give her a real kiss. their other arm stays wound around her, holding her close.

❝ — i dunno if we got room for this on the shelf, ❞ they murmur against her mouth before kissing her again. ❝ guess i'll have to move some knick knacks around, mmhm ? ❞

#deatheless #congratulations mina (^: #: /‏‏‎ ♯ answer. … something you still seek. ' #: /‏‏‎ ♯ verse: 07. … i'm the one that got away. '

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she's spirited. playful. paris likes that. a lot of the fans that gravitate toward them tend to be whimsical in the same way . . . like they can sense the fact that they're really having fun for the first time in their life. ❝ that's a real demanding position, i gotta warn you, ❞ they respond to her nudge by tapping her leg with their foot as it hangs leisurely off the side of their knee. ❝ — you're telling me you aren't anyone else's angel right now ? ❞ not that that's ever been a dealbreaker.

the stumble makes riley smile , her heart softening for paris more and more as the seconds go by . ❛ really ? ❜ she beams , eyes sparkling , her head tilting as she playfully nudges the other . ❛ w-well .. ❜ riley's realized that she does want to know this person , and maybe paris could use a friend too , someone to distract her from any war she may be fighting or the chaos that comes with fame . ❛ i could be your angel . ❜

#winterbeheaded #run riley RUN......... #: /‏‏‎ ♯ verse: 03. … i know a place. '

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❝ he's such a fuckin' . . . sentient wet wipe of a person. i dunno how you guys stand family dinners with him, ❞ the teenager in her seethes and craves public high - school cafeteria levels of confrontation. if the saw trap doesn't work out, she's gonna smack wambsgans upside the head with a lunch tray and dump room temperature milk down his back. she can almost taste it as she gingerly drinks her wine. ❝ — get on that, though. call a family friend and start writing up some contracts. i won't even read 'em. i'll just sign, ❞

one more swig and her drink is gone, unpleasant taste and unpleasant feeling both lingering. paris turns her glass upside down like you would a dairy queen blizzard . . . like she's doing some kind of magic trick. then, she drops her arm, fancy glass hanging limp and lopsided at her side. with that goes her brief spark. ❝ — do you think they're for real gonna stay together ? does he love her ? ❞ god, listen to yourself. dumbass.

"OH, I COULD TOTALLY TELL,"               roman feigns sympathy at their discouraged words,   "no, keep at it. i think it's starting to work. look at the fucking veins in his neck. he's getting ready to pop."   it's exciting---a tom wambsplosion. better fucking gift than an exploded rocket. man, maybe paris is good for shiv.

roman only saw the first saw movie. he'd rather watch ten episodes of a shitty show than finish a movie in a night, finishing the first one was merely tipsy luck ( and a need to understand the pop culture references of the time ). two thousand and four. what a time to be twenty-one.   "oh, we're in the modern fucking era, paris. don't even worry. that shit's gonna be like a japanese airbnb."   hidden cameras everywhere.   "win-win for me. tom's dead and i supported an indie artist on the up-and-up? get me a fucking philanthropist carnegie."

#eulogier #first reply back shes like yeah. i WOULD like to kill tom #: /‏‏‎ ♯ verse: 04. … i'm so navy blue. '

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THESIS OFFICIALLY DONE

#TOO TIRED TO BE HERE TN BUT. maybe this weekend/next... #i will start working my way back on........ #tbd /

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u didnt hear it from me but um... my written thesis is entirely finished...

#i still have to make my poster and present so im not out of the woods YETTTT but. #the HARDEST LONGEST most MIND NUMBING PART is done! #tbd /

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the sexiest thing about me is that im cursed

#well...... #: /‏‏‎ ♯ musings. … i don't know why i am the way i am. '

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YOU ARE NOW LISTENING TO . . .

SILK's various spotify pages as of their latest full-length release, as well as their most special project to date, a live album recorded in lead vocalist lauren's hometown of LA.

#this edit was actually sick asf on my end ngl... #i need to do more silk edits. i Must

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@deatheless sent : i'm not ready for you not to be here .

there's a part of them that has known mina for a long time. not in the cheesy, fairytale way where they were destined to know each other, but in the all - too realistic way where the universe sends them a quick nod to remind them that they haven't forgotten about them. this is luck, paris thinks, that we somehow managed to cross paths like this when there's so many routes to take. whatever they're cursed with can't touch them when she's around.

that's silly to think, what when they very much did come to these realizations via car crash at their hand, but still. they'd survived, hadn't they ? long enough to learn they were birds of a feather. if that isn't some mangled form of luck, what is ?

paris keeps brushing a calloused finger across her knuckles. they hang on every word she says. they try to soak up the sound her voice in - person so that they can parse it together through the eventual static a phone receiver will bring. they wish they could kiss her, but . . . they shouldn't push their luck. not with her, and not with the universe.

❝ maybe i'll just ditch lauren and andie and come on tour with you, then, ❞ they feel a momentary twinge of guilt for that joke, but it fades when they remember their bandmates are the ones giving themselves a bad rap as of late. mina's presence in bed beside them has been an escape for more reasons than one these past few weeks. ❝ sawyer doesn't like his job that much, does he ? ❞

it gives them hope that she doesn't want to leave in the same way her knocking on their door every other night does. paris leans into it, getting too comfortable with the thought of a semi - concrete future with her.

god, if this is a swing and a miss . . . it might just kill them. still, with a stellar survival rate in the face of certain disaster, paris keeps their eyes intently focused on her.

❝ — you can send me videos, ❞ and to hell with their group chat, apparently. ❝ and you can call. i'll check my phone every five minutes. probably even less, ❞

#deatheless #um. no comment #except. volia..... the much anticipated sequel #: /‏‏‎ ♯ answer. … something you still seek. ' #: /‏‏‎ ♯ verse: 05. … what is love supposed to feel like anyway? '

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@blkcherries sent : ∗ 23 . . . adriana straightens an article of paris’ clothes .

you would assume by looking at her that she's never been onstage before. the nerves are eating away at her in a way they've never really done before. it's less anticipation, more anxiety . . . that goddamn fear that inhabits every area of her life except performing finally breaching that safe haven. paris feels her palms begin to slide down the neck of her guitar due to the sweat slicking them.

it has to be because lauren and andie aren't around. she feels guilty for feeling that way, considering it's mina that she'll be joining onstage, but it's true. they had a dynamic down so solid that any attempt at replication feels fruitless. the problem with that and doing her own thing is . . . she's not sure she knows who she is without them.

[ she knows she loves mina, though. and she loves looking out at a sea of fans having out of body experiences. that's why she's doing this, why she agreed to. ]

it's a simple enough song, too. paris knows she won't mess it up. what she doesn't know, though, is how people will react to seeing her. she's become a sort of cryptid as of late. the fans know she's around, but they can never quite catch a glimpse.

this isn't a SILK show, though. she has to remind herself of that every three seconds. these aren't her fans, aren't her songs, aren't her normal stage clothes. if only she could put her fucking ego down for a few seconds . . . if only it left her alone as easily as most other things did.

the collar on her shirt keeps flipping up, irritated by the strap of her guitar. adriana steps out of line beside her to fix it as mina preps to call her on.

❝ — thanks, ❞ she says, sounding much more nonchalant than she feels. that doesn't matter though, because she knows adriana can see through her easily. it's one of those manager superpowers kennedy and london also possess. ❝ see you on the other side, ❞

#blkcherries #opened my ask box and this grabbed me by the throat for some reason..... hiatus time....... #: /‏‏‎ ♯ answer. … something you still seek. ' #: /‏‏‎ ♯ verse: 06. … me and my dog and an impossible view. '

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booping you all we speak

#they did this for me. Kitty. #tbd /

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they're convinced nothing can phase them anymore. nothing regarding shiv, at the very least. all that's left in paris' head is exhaustion and, of course, the love for her that they won't let her live down. idiot almost sounds like a pet name coming from her lips. they suppose that's what makes them an idiot in the first place. that, and the fact that they've clung to her long enough to end up loving her through wedding rings and . . . pregnancies. and everything in between.

❝ well, lauren and andie do most of the songwriting, so you'll have to take that up with them, ❞ they say monotonously. then, they drop their hands to their thighs and shrug. ❝ — but me, uh . . . i dunno. you gonna make me give some kitschy rom - com speech ? i'm not good at that stuff. ❞ granted, they're not good at much . . . aside from guitar and making a mess. ❝ you said it yourself. i'm here 'cause i'm an idiot. i'd have to be to still love you, but i do. i really do, ❞

@CURSEPLAY / YOU'RE FORGETTING THE PART WHERE I LOVE YOU.

no matter how hard she fights it,  no matter how hard she has fought it,  the words make everything that's tense in shiv's body suddenly relax.  her brow lifts,  she feels it,  unwound.  it's seconds of relief,  the tide creeping in before the tsunami can deploy it's murderous waves.  shiv's a real piece of shit.  when has she ever been kind to paris?  she regrets the tamest of niceties to anyone at all,  losing face is still losing.

 ❛   you're an idiot, paris.  ❜  she can't do it.  can't say all the things she wants to say.  she's not even good at it drunk,  she gets meaner.  maybe that's what's true for shiv,  underneath all the posturing,  she's just a piece of shit.  who's she to try change her bitter genetic code?  ❛   what's love? something you inject in your fucking songs for clicks or streams or whatever?  ❜  she scoffs.  ❛   it's why you're here, even though you've got nothing to gain from me anymore? for love?  ❜  

#shivcomplex #our other thread is first in my drafts i just. HAD TO JUMP ON THIS #if youre still in line for shivparis STAY IN LINE!!!!! #: /‏‏‎ ♯ verse: 07. … i'm the one that got away. '

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MUNA behind the scenes for Uproxx

#just rememebred this photoshoot. what tha hell.....

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@whitelace sent : i just wanted to see you one more time. [ ACCEPTING. ]

❝ oh, ❞ she says plainly, because it's not the answer she was looking for. paris stands and stares at her from atop the stage before going back to coiling amp wires.

SILK is getting big, but not we have a whole team of roadies to help us deconstruct the stage big. not yet. lauren and andie have paid their dues, but paris sticks back, rattled enough by the sight of valerie in the audience to be rendered mostly useless. at first, they'd assumed the footfalls across the now - empty room was one of them coming to pack her ass up. but no, there she is, with those flaming locks of auburn hair just like dolly parton warned everyone about.

paris isn't lucky enough to assume this will end well. "well" being . . . valerie pressing her hands to her heart and professing that breaking up was a mistake. no, if anything, she's en route to smash their guitar over their head.

one more time, as in . . . i'm hoping never to see you again. except for maybe tabloids in the aisles of supermarkets someday.

❝ did you enjoy the show ? ❞ they ask, cringing slightly as their voice echoes across the venue. they don't think they'd be able to if the roles were reversed. ❝ i saw you in the audience. that's why i tripped over my foot, ❞ among other reasons.

#whitelace #the turnaround was QUICKKKK on this one ladies and gents #: /‏‏‎ ♯ answer. … something you still seek. ' #: /‏‏‎ ♯ verse: 03. … i know a place. '

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the compliment elicits a small stumble from "the rockstar." the charisma and machismo of it all comes more naturally onstage than it does off . . . in intimate places like this, especially. paris smiles airily, shaking out her hair a bit as she approaches the couch. ❝ oh, you think ? that's, uh, the curl cream working overtime, ❞ she plops down beside her then, cracking open a cider for herself and taking a swig. then, she sets it down on the end table and turns to face her. ❝ — i could tell. you got one of those angel faces. not a mean bone in your body, ❞

riley wiggles in her seat , beaming up at paris , ready to enjoy any attention sent her way by the rockstar whose just as beautiful off stage as she is on . and after she denies anything from the fridge , she tells paris just this . ❛ n-no , but you l-look .. you look incredible . ❜ they meet and greet had been brief , and riley hadn't taken as good of a look at her as she had wanted to . but now , after seeing paris in all her glory , riley just wants her closer . ❛ sit here .. ❜ she pats the cushion , brown eyes pleading . ❛ i'm a nice girl , i swear . ❜

#winterbeheaded #<3333 #: /‏‏‎ ♯ verse: 04. … i'm so navy blue. '

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past lives (2023) feel free to change as needed.

who do you think they are to each other?

drinking at 4am?

are you mad at me because i got first place?

don't come in! talk from over there.

i want you to draw a tree.

i will probably marry him.

if you leave something behind, you gain something, too.

you're really leaving?

think of it as a blessing that you broke up, and consider this a new beginning.

shit, i must be an idiot.

hey, no problem. cry hard.

who's messaging you at 3am?

i just looked for you as a joke, then i saw that you'd been looking for me.

i tried really hard to find you.

i used to cry a lot, but then i realized that nobody cared.

i'm not sure if i can say something like this.

you're the same kid i remember.

let me see your homework.

when is it possible for you to come visit me?

i want us to stop talking for a while.

you got the worst room.

there is a word in korean, "in-yun". it means "providence". or "fate". but it's specifically about relationships between people.

you know what i want? chicken wings.

ah, you poor bastard.

hey, don't forget your boots and raincoat.

was the last time we talked twelve years ago?

it's a little complicated.

my job is ordinary, my income is ordinary. it's all ordinary.

we don't fuck around.

getting married is hard for idealistic people like you.

i just wanted to see you one more time.

because you just left so suddenly, i was a little pissed off.

we were babies then.

you make it sound so romantic.

this is my life, and i'm living it with you.

is this what you pictured for yourself? lying in bed in some tiny apartment.

you make my life so much bigger. and i'm wondering if i do the same thing for you.

you're forgetting the part where i love you.

i have trouble believing it sometimes.

do you know you only speak [language] when you talk in your sleep?

you dream in a language that i can't understand.

it's like there's this whole place inside of you where i can't go.

you like pasta? let's get pasta.

mentally, i'm strong.

seeing you again and being here makes me have a lot of weird thoughts.

the reason i liked you is because you're you. and who you are is someone who leaves.

you psycho.

who do you think we were to each other in our past lives?

i'm really glad you came here. it was the right thing to do.

#oh this is a GOOD meme..... #: /‏‏‎ ♯ inbox. … just a drop in the bucket. '

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UNUSUAL MUSE ASSOCIATIONS.

spice : black pepper.

weather event / natural disaster: hailstorm.

color : navy blue.

magical power : regeneration.

shoe : new balance sneakers.

plant :  three leaf clover.

animal :  dog / bernedoodle mutt.

weapon : meat cleaver.

subject / major : mid - century modern american history.

gemstone / mineral : tanzanite.

makeup product : vaseline lip therapy chapstick.

candy : nerds rope.

fear : stagnation.

sport ﹙ traditional or extreme ) : (american) football.

method of long–distance travel : big ass truck.

hour: ten thirty pm.

wood: redwood.

mythological creature : werewolf.

three emojis : 🤙🌧️🍔

moon phase : waxing gibbous.

tagged by: my loves @deatheless and @shivcomplex <3 tagging: @trainedmutt, @bnjmin, whoever else sees and wants 2 !

#the hamburger emoji is so unserious and yet... #: /‏‏‎ ♯ out. … it's kitty time. ' #: /‏‏‎ ♯ aes. … black hole opened in the kitchen. '