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Urmph. "No.. hammers.. how do they seal these things..."

Dylan looks at Jen standing before her with her hand on her hip and then scans the room, poking her head back over towards the rest of the diner to confirm no passersby had taken any interest in the place.

Finding them undisturbed, she turns back to Jen and wraps her hands around the jar again,  elbow raised.

"Hit me."

"i'm using what we've got." she wishes she could hulk out in a moment like this. she feels positively capable of it, with the rage that the jar has left her with, and yet nothing. not even a shade in the direction of green. she's been abandoned by her not-quite-counterpart. left with a hammer in hand, as dylan swipes away the jar, jen puts her free hand on her hip -- pajamas

"PAJAMAS? SERIOUSLY? birdie, i don't mind a little location switch up, but you leave me in pjs?"

-- pajamas the hammer is placed in the front pocket of an apron that she's graciously borrowed from the staff area to keep her jeans and shirt free of any eventual splatters from the kitchen labor.

she watches as dylan struggles all the same to open the jar. "not such a bad idea now, huh?"

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BLEACHERS: TAKE THE SADNESS OUT OF SATURDAY NIGHT ( the album ) change as necessary !

you’re here, but you’re not

i'm here, but i'm not

i'm here, but i've been gone just a little too long now

we've been gone just a little too long now

it's just good to feel what's been missing

i wanna find tomorrow with you

i'll take you out of the city

let’s take the sadness out of saturday night

who am i without this weight on my shoulder?

how dare you want more?

tonight we're gonna do a little better

tonight we're gonna drown the sound out

i flip back and forth coast to coast like a herb

i'm after a big life

i wanna know the part of you that light doesn't touch

i got a car and a bike and i'm free as a wheel

i know you think i think i'm better than i am

i just want a secret life

i just wanna have you in a secret life

been tryna tell you i want you the most

i talk so much

i'm scared to begin

stop making this hurt

say goodbye like you mean it

we got a dream and a car

i wonder what we'll be left with, anything worth the fight?

i wanna run from the darkness

you're waitin' to be saved, but ain't nobody comin'

if you're holdin' on to me, you're holdin' on to nothing

you've just been waitin' your whole life to find someone who can stand in your storm

i stood there and something was missin'

i still see you, honey

it ain't me that you'll be kissin'

then you can cry on my shoulder

don't go dark on me

they're flowers from my neighbor's pot

i'm torn into pieces

now you're just the stranger that i know best

there ain't no book that i can live by

i’ve just got these naggings i can't shake

there’s no trace of what we've been through

honey, i'm still on your side

you've been chasing shadows

i don't know what to do with this faith

what do i do with all this faith?

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BLEACHERS: STRANGE DESIRE ( the album ) change as necessary !

well, everything has changed

it's only you that matters

i will find any way to your wild heart

why did they have to go and do us like that?

was i brave to think everything must die for anyone to matter?

oh god, i never thought we'd take it that far

some killer queen you are

i'm running and i can't stop

anywhere i go i think about it every day and night, i can't let go

man, i'm never the same

you are such a rollercoaster

there are some girls, they really just want to hurt you

there's some boys who'll laugh when they break your heart

how love dies is a place that i'm not going

if you're feeling small i will love your shadow

so we're looking for a villain

i'll be there

when the lights go down i will stand right beside you

i know that they hurt you

i know it's getting harder

i've trained myself to give up on the past

i wanna get better

i didn't know i was lonely 'til i saw your face

i didn't know i was broken 'til i wanted to change

i chase that feeling of an eighteen year old who didn't know what loss was

i'd rather be sad with you than anywhere away from you

i can't believe i captured your heart

if you're lonely, wake me

i could use a bad disguise

i keep finding my way to the harshest words

i got a strange, strange vision

get out, stand back

if you don't let go, you're gonna break me

love isn't always right

hate is a part of life

i need you to pay attention

i hate that i need you

i know that you're sorry

you forget that i bleed too, i'm a human

we gotta get outta this place

i mean i can't sit still, can't catch a break

i don't how much of this i can take

i woke up thinking you were still here

i saw you standing on your own

i could run away

i could let them down

i will remember your light

your light it follows me in darkness

i'm trying hard but i can't win

the summer's gone and i'm alone

what i lost in you i will not replace

i hope you know i'm not alone

i won't let up

i thought i wanted to forget my past

i tried to leave the pieces of a broken man

someday i'm gonna make this right

someday i'm gonna get on my knees

everything has changed and i can't tell what matters

i wonder if i'll ever have this again

i will love what you want me to love

i will bleed when you want me to bleed

i don't want to know too much of anything

it all hurts me

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"Alright, I've got the batter sitting-- WHAT are you doing?!" When Jen had told Dylan they needed fried pickles at the Lamplight, she had thought they were joking. Pickles are fine, and Dylan is hardly one to turn down something battered and fried, but surely pickles weren't... just the idea of hot pickles made her stomach sad. And yet, here Jen was, given special, exclusive entrance into Dylan's precious, beautiful kitchen on her day off, and after only a moment alone already had a hammer in hand.

"Gimme the pickles, Jesus Christ. Where did you even get that? Did you bring that with you?" She doesn't recognize the hammer in Jen's hand. Does she? Dylan is sure there's a toolbox somewhere around the kitchen, but couldn't have told Jen where she left it last. Maybe it looked familiar?

Dylan takes the jar and grabs the top, arms moving around it ready to twist. "Uhm." She curves over herself, adjusting her grip before trying again.

there's a loud groan coming from the kitchen, practically echoing off the walls and traveling down the hall. it's source? one red in the face jen, lording over a jar of pickles, and losing to it. "come on, you piece of-" there's a rather simple solution really, and it's green and tall, but the one that jen opts for is not in fact that. with a nail precariously balanced on the lid, held between pinched fingers of one hand, she uses the other to lift a hammer and, well, [ *editors note : you see where this is going right? -- the front door's unlocked. ]

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WELCOME TO THE LAMPLIGHT DINER . . . . . . an independent, low activity, marvel comics oc dylan murrow. [carrd]

brewed fresh by sam / shieldborn ( she/her, 21+ )

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tags.

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my silly little abandoned blog for my marvel/ indp./ 616 oc dylan murrow (she/her). highly selective; rn mostly a space to put my thoughts while i have them-- see rules for more abt pacing and low activity! [carrd] [about] [rules]

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Amma Crellin from Sharp Objects + Family Tree by Ethel Cain

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czeslaw milosz / danusha laméris

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Nighthawks by Edward Hopper | Night-time Solitude by Holly Warburton

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STATISTICAL CHARACTER PERSONALITY TEST

tagged by @lvebug ❣️ take the linked quiz from the perspective of your character, then select 5 - 10 results from the complete matches list that you feel resonate with your character the most.

Donna Sheridan (Mamma Mia!): 88%

Will Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean): 87%

Jack Pearson (This is Us): 85%

Westley and Inigo Montoya (The Princess Bride): 84%

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things): 83%

Ian Gallagher (Shameless): 82%

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars: Episode IX - A New Hope): 80%

Benjamin 'Hawkeye' Pierce (M*A*S*H): 78%

everyone I know has already been tagged but they should all do it

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— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour of the Night’", published c. 2017.

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“Coffee and Bagel, New York Breakfast” by Thor Wickstrom

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A monotype for the evening.

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SEND ME 📞 AND I'LL TELL YOU...

@lampllghter sent 📞 for liam and dylan

your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone:

your muse’s name in mine’s phone: dylan murrow (POWERS NOW, lamplight diner, su supporter, superhero mania land)

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone: iphone ringtone summit

how often our muses text: liam's texting dylan a good amount, once a week but if you get them at the same time then certainly LOTS in a day, quiet the next, then repeat

what our muses normally text about: rat alert, sports scores, how much liam misses the diner food no matter how bad a chef might have burnt it, a good load of absolutely rancids things with a "this u?", bored thoughts, cursed ideas

our muses’ last few texts:

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@arachnidiots sent me a 📞for...

your muse's contact photo in mine's phone: ↑ your muse's name in mine's phone: liam kaz🧑‍🔬🌈 your muse's ringtone in mine's phone: mysterious power by ezra furman & the harpoons how often our muses text: liam isn't always around to text back, but dylan still texts anything she feels liam should be caught up on when they return. unfortunately the criteria is what dylan thinks is important, and not at all what liam would want to know. when liam comes back they get a v silly barrage of theee most random things that remind dylan of her. what our muses normally text about: once dylan knows abt liam being synesilk she sends pics any time she shes them out n about in the suit. liam will get the most blurry zoomed in pic of synesilk swinging like three blocks away w the caption "wow theyre sooooo cool". + dylan is always trying to use liam as a tattoo buddy for an excuse to get more so she suggests they get tattoos constantly when liam is in town. our muses last few texts: ↓