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perfected-grace · 6 months
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My body is a graveyard where love sick memories go to die
They transition to the after life via lazy tattoo designs meticulously placed so you don't realize they are there
Their tombstones read nothing fancy
Just a few scribble scrabble words
Maybe something like "Here lies that time I thought walking instead of running to a man who already broke me meant that I would take too long for him to break me again."
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"Here lies the memory of the man I kept around all these years only to realize he plays on my daddy issues."
Or
My favorite "Here lies the marriage of which I turned every single red flag to a beautiful rainbow that ALMOST convinced God he made a mistake."
My body is a graveyard where love sick memories rest from all the chaos of the world
Their internment lasting as long as it takes for the ink to seep through my skin
The memorials are getting bigger
My skin now craves these dead bodies
Hoping, wondering if every single man we encounter will get the distinct opportunity to become a love sick memory embroidered on my skin
I wear this pain like a wedding gown designed By Alexander Wang
Did I mention the bags under my eyes are designer?
Life is my runaway as I make death look blissful
I make graveyards look alive from the tenor notes in my laughter to the soprano in my sobbing
I wonder if my mother knew I would always house the dead
Part of me thinks she had an idea
She should have named me Mausoleum
So that when death eventually comes to find me -
He will know I'm a familiar friend for I have experienced him over and over and over again
How?
My body is a graveyard where love sick memories have been buried and laid to rest
Each one deeper then the one before
I'm running out of room
You should probably bury me next.
- In loving memory of
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chiefohara · 2 years
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Samantha ‘Sammy’ Samson
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sheilamurrey · 3 months
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January 30th - A rock song of returning love
It’s January 30th, 2024; Enjoy this hot love song! Many thanks to my songwriter/guitarist husband, Richard Murrey, singer, Bubba Hudson (love his take on this), and producer, Stephen Cooper from his Nashville, TN studio for crafting this sexy love song. Rockin’ song to rekindle love Here’s the thirtieth new music post for 2024, as I follow through with a consistent offering of original songs…
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machazer · 7 months
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My ex greater lover was too redhead, ginger 🟥
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This song is the memorial about she.
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catsharky · 11 months
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Presenting: King Sidon, his wife Queen Yona and his boyfriend Link.
Yona is very supportive of everything except Sidon forgetting his ceremony cues.
(I had an atrocious week and TotK has been coming in clutch for keeping me sane.)
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sad-bard · 1 year
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“Know better”
I always know better
I’m the big sister
The mother friend
The rock
The house in the storm
I know better
I know better than to miss you
I know better than to forget me
I know better than this
I know to be strong
I know to be steady
But I don’t know when I am not strong or steady
I should know
I always know
Why don’t I know better than to miss you?
I know better
I know better
-rae
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beam-meup-scotty · 6 months
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spock , roughly two seconds before doing something so unhinged no one else has even thought of it : good thing i’m a vulcan and i would never do something irrational or illogical lmaoo
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felidrae · 3 months
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What do you mean this didn’t happen???
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fiendishartist2 · 6 months
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hold on i need to converse with my co counsel *turns to 15 yr old girl*
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libraryfag · 2 years
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Marsha P Johnson with a snoopy plush <3
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glfry · 6 months
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Can we agree that the "Thats two things" line from Mike was autistic as shit
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angelsdean · 1 year
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whenever i think abt misha saying he didn't start playing cas as in love with dean until s15 i am like. that man is a Known liar who lies
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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He was just being a silly little guy!
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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Vaggie: "These are the wings of a killer, Charlie."
Charlie: "Oooh."
Charlie: "..."
Vaggie: "....Charlie no."
Charlie: "Tickle-tickle-tickle~"
Vaggie: "NO THEY ARE NOT FOR TICKLING-! PFFTAHAHAHAHA"
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houseswife · 4 months
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parallels that deal me +10 psychic damage for every second I spend pondering them
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hairmetal666 · 1 year
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au where Steve is a famous Disney kid and Eddie is a teenaged singer-songwriter. They get pushed together at events because they're close in age, but they just quietly dislike each other.
Steve's got a new show starting, a spinoff of the one that made him a household name. They hire a newcomer, Robin Buckley, to play his best friend and the two quickly become BFF in real life.
The show runs for two seasons but when it comes time to renegotiate contracts, neither star is interested. They're older now, ready to live life on their terms and not the company's, or in Steve's case, his parents.
As soon as the finale airs, Robin and Steve celebrate by going to a gay club. A few weeks later, an interview is released where Steve comes out as bi and talks about how his parents mistreated him; how they worked with the network to pressure him to be a perfect "all-American" kid even off screen.
Meanwhile, Eddie's an impossible level of famous. He's had number-one hits, won a Grammy, headlined an arena tour, achieved every dream he had for himself as a kid growing up in a trailer park in Indiana. He's not shocked by the news that Steve is leaving Hollywood, but he's flabbergasted that the guy isn't straight. When Eddie reads the interview, he gets this weird pang in his chest, almost like regret. But he never even liked Steve.
Steve isn't in the news again and Eddie doesn't think of him for a long time.
Steve goes to college. He loves it. Not because he's great in his classes, or anything, but because he's free to be himself for the first time. He makes friends and goes to parties and relaxes. He and Robin share an apartment.
After a few semesters, Steve decides to take a couple of theater classes, and is quickly cast in campus productions. In the vague anonymity of college theater he rediscovers his love of acting. No one has expectations of him, no one forces him to perform. He graduates and slowly starts appearing in small roles in Indie films, gathering critical acclaim. He feels good. Happy. Hopeful.
Eddie is blissfully unaware of Steve's career resurgence, experiencing his own musical highpoints, until the day where he's scrolling Twitter, sees a Variety headline that's getting a bunch of attention, "Steve Harrington in talks to star in Max Mayfield's first film." Eddie's livid.
"Maxine, what the fuck?" He growls when she answers his call.
They grew up together in the same Indiana trailer park. When she moved to Hollywood to start a career as a screenwriter, Eddie was by her side. And when her first script wound up on the Black List, his involvement on the soundtrack and original songs sealed her production deal.
She gives a long suffering sigh. "Munson," she grumbles. "I know you have a weird history with this guy, but I swear he's the right choice."
"He's a stuck up rich boy who's never been in trouble in his life."
"He's changed."
"Doubtful," Eddie sneers.
"Look. I'll set-up a meeting. Come hang out and you'll see what I mean." Before she hangs up she adds, "Call me Maxine again and I'll end you."
They invite Harrington to Eddie's recording studio. His hopes are not high for this meeting, so he's already a little thrown when Steve Harrington walks in, all grown up. He's in a crimson sweater, tight jeans, hair grown long so that it flops around his face in tousled waves that actually look genuine, windswept and golden. Eddie's eyes instinctively trace the scatter of moles on Harrington's face and neck, a pang of something hitting deep in his gut. Fuck, this dude is beautiful.
"Harrington," he greets, sticks out his hand. Eddie barely hears the answering, "Munson," because instead of a handshake, Harrington pulls Eddie in for a hug. Muscles bunch under the sleeves of the sweater, against Eddie's chest, and he's assaulted by the scent of cedar and sunshine and Steve. Eddie's not prepared for any of this.
They make small talk, Harrington sharing about going to college, falling in love with theater, Robin Buckley who he calls his soulmate. Eddie's head rings with how wrong he was about this guy; the pretty kid he grew up alongside who seemed to have the world in his hands. Max was right, he's perfect. Except.
"Let's get down to it, Harrington," Eddie says. Can't bring himself to call him Steve yet, feels that will somehow change everything and he's not ready. "I'll admit that Mayfield had the right idea about you, but can you sing? Play guitar? You have to perform my music, dude. That's not a small ask."
Harrington smirks, asks for a guitar. He gets it settled across his lap before he speaks. "I started taking piano lessons when I was 4. Voice and guitar at 7."
Eddie belatedly recalls that Harrington's parents were the worst kind of stage-parents, pushing their cute kid to perform even as he sobbed about wanting to play soccer with his friends instead of going to auditions. He has a moment of shame that he forgets as the other man begins to play. It's one of Eddie's biggest hits, a ballad about a teenaged broken heart from a kid whose name he can't even remember.
Harrington's hair flops in a swoop over his forehead, his fingers move across the strings with ease, skill. His voice is a rasp, close mimic to Eddie's own, but not quite deep enough. Goosebumps spread across Eddie's arms, his neck, and warmth pools low in his gut.
Steve finishes the song, looks up, cheeks glowing pink, honey eyes bright. Eddie's fucking gone for this guy. He wants so badly he might choke on it.
"Good?" Steve asks.
Eddie's embarrassed suddenly. Unsure. He tugs at his hair. "Yeah," he laughs. "Good."
He reaches out to take the guitar, the one Steve's already handing to him, and their hands brush. Eddie flushes. Their eyes meet and Steve smiles. Eddie's thoughts are consumed with the desire to kiss his plush pink mouth.
"You wanna get dinner? Just you and me?" Steve asks.
"Yeah, Steve," he laughs. "I'd love to."
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Fifteen Months Later
"Former Teen Heartthrobs Make Love Connection?"
Fans of musician Eddie Munson and former child star, Steve Harrington, were in for the surprise of their lives last night as the men arrived together for the premier of Harrington's new movie, Small Town Sins, written by up-and-coming screenwriter Max Mayfield, featuring original music by Munson. While Harrington's performance and the movie itself are garnering quite a bit of positive buzz, it's being overshadowed by gossip about Harrington and Munson's budding romance. They walked the red carpet together, pausing for photos as a duo, holding hands and flirting. When asked for confirmation of their relationship, Munson answered, 'we're bros,' before winking and pulling Harrington close.
There's a TikTok video embedded below the article, showing the men being interviewed on the red carpet. Their arms are loosely around each others' waists, and when their eyes meet they catch and hang for a beat.
"So, longtime fans of both of yours are going feral online right now because of the rumors that you two used to hate each other. Is there any truth to that?" An off-camera voice asks.
The men laugh. "We've always been great friends," Eddie answers.
"Eddie thought I was stuck up," Steve giggles.
"I did not." Eddie slaps at Steve, who gives him an affectionate smile.
"Liar," Steve answers.
Eddie leans into the camera like he's telling a secret. "Harrington here was afraid of me."
"Fuck off, I was not." They wrestle around for a couple of seconds.
Steve shrugs Eddie off, straightening his suit jacket. "Okay, maybe I was a little intimidated back then, but then this morning you found a pretty rock and cried about it."
Eddie shrieks, swatting at Steve until someone in a black suit and name tag shoos them down the red carpet.
Eddie walks off first, so he misses Steve withdrawing a hand from his pocket and saying, "Still have the rock, though." He flashes the red, grey, blue striped stone at the camera.
His gaze drifts away, landing somewhere in the distance, hazel eyes soft and heart-wrenchingly fond.
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