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okay for novel writing technically the last thing i wrote was edits (not even with the intention of editing really just playing around) on the until heaven opening (which is like. months old now but i'm not ready to actually draft the story so i keep quietly tinkering with the same set of 300 words and they don't feel first draft-y anymore) and the last thing i drafted was the lover boy opening so i'm just going to share both hehe 🫶 (also because the difference in sentence structure and thus length is sooooo fun to me)
from lover boy:
“I’m good.”
The man smiles like he believes him. He unzips and starts rummaging through a brown backpack and feels a need to keep a stream of words as he does so, fill the beachy quiet. How he and his friend — his best friend — had just got into San Francisco this morning. How they haven't slept and how they'd had been planning it for months, thinking about it for years, dreaming about it, how they stargazed the skyline from a gas station last night and couldn’t believe they had finally made it. Beau props himself up onto his elbows, half-listening, the man’s voice starting to blend into the waves, until he produces a Polaroid camera. “Could you get a photo of us, underneath the lights?.”
from until heaven (cw paternal death and vomit mention):
Joanne likes big parties, likes please, invite everyone! parties, likes what she calls chandelier parties: a self-defined philosophy that everyone’s lives would benefit from frequent doses of glamour, like a chandelier over an everyday dinner table. Felix has little experience with glamour; he'd brought a lemon risotto and gotten so wine drunk that, for a dizzy moment, he felt twenty-one again.
He does not remember the party. All he knows is that he’s still drunk – in that half-melted, sludgy way that wine stays in you – and that right now, on the other side of the city, his sister is waiting for him because their father is dead and instead he’s here, stuck in a suburb he could never afford to live in, where he doesn’t know the way home and is still wine drunk with cherry-coloured blots down the front of his white button up which had, at some point unknown to him, become half undone. He knows that his headache is quietly growing vicious and he should take off his headphones, but they’re singing about Heaven and Las Vegas again – two places he has never been – and he knows that at some point, still unknown to him, his father died, and maybe that means he’s now stuck in Heaven or Las Vegas or somewhere in between. Or maybe that means he’ll just be everywhere, in the rain on Felix’s face and the ache behind his eyelids, and that’s how it’ll stay.
It had been these revelations that woke him up before anyone else, on the couch of a seventies style conversation pit, dazed and then suddenly terrified, and it had been this terror that drove him to the bathroom because he thought he would vomit, but then didn't, and then noticed the roof was accessible through the window — which was when the cactus casualty took place — and now he's lying here, in the rain, all from a sudden and dire need for air.
tagging w/ no pressure @onomatopiya @musingsbycaitlin @filmografo and anyone who wants to be tagged!
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Super Sons (Comics)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent & Damian Wayne
Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Maya Ducard, Colin Wilkes (mentioned), Connor Hawke (mentioned), Jay Nakamura, Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi
Additional Tags: One-Sided Attraction, Hurt No Comfort, Accidental character study, Angst, Not Beta Read, we die like Damian Wayne, four times over, Damian Wayne-centric, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, talia al ghul tries to be a good mother, maps tries to do a matchmaking, not with jondami though ://, they don't end together in this one guys :(, but it's kind of a, Ambiguous/Open Ending, so if you want a happy ending, just imagine it lmao, Sorry Not Sorry, (well - Freeform, i'm a little bit sorry actually)
Summary:
It was Jon’s birthday. Damian was expected to be there. Because of course he was.
He didn’t want to go but he was expected, as Jon’s best friend.
Best friend.
That’s what he is. That is what he could only be to Jon: a best friend.
What a complimenting yet insulting role to be in; unwillingly in love with his partner and yet he could not say nor do anything about it.
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this shit is so boring every song feels 2 hours long if the lyrics werent so painful id literally be falling asleep here snoooopooooore
my boy breaks his favorite toys or whatever woke me up cause it had new sounds (gadp). and like that title that chorus. it could make an interesting story. and then it doesnt.
this album just feels very tired too. like shes exhausted by this shit lol. she soudns sleepy and the beats and instrumentals are sleepy and im bored im conkin out bro
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Noah Kahan is the best therapist ever because listening to him is like listening to yourself, before being asked the most mind-blowing questions you ever heard, and finally being reminded that the world is so wide and full of problems, happiness, lives and emotions that we really have nothing better to do than just observe and learn from it all
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I’m all for LT sex god icon for all but I’ll never understand Eleano if he was actually (that) into women. Maybe during 1D for the early Larr of it all but to bring her back as a gf and keep her around - do y’all think he really liked liked her? And this is zero shade to her - she’s very pretty. It’s not like he had some good boy reputation to keep up and needed some long term lady for propriety. The math ain’t mathing for me personally but I agree with Jen that this new image is amazing for him and his career and I love to see him sexily thriving.
Well, I'm probably the wrong person to ask because it's my own headcanon that Eleanor has always been the Harry proxy, she was the surface relationship to the one just below, which is why I was always floored when larries would shit on her for being there because, uh, if/when they break up, GUESS WHAT is goin' on with the subsurface relationship that this one is covering up for in songs about long-term couple vibes, oops!
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If you ever wanna know what shit I listen to it's Indie game music, Lo-fi, Jack Stauber, Bo En, Tally Hall, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, King Crimson, Jimi Hendrix, Alias Conrad Coldwood and Akira Yamoaka.
Also if you've never listened to Yamoakas music for the love of god do it his music is so fucking good, wether it's ambient tracks or vocal he fuckin rocks.
You're not here, I want love studio mix and the entire Silent hill 2 soundtrack are absolute amazing tracks to listen to.
If I had a vinyl player I'd genuinely buy vi.yl disks of the ost...
Welp I know what I'm saving up for after my pc...
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