#frankie & nicky .

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Glen Powell vs. Daisy Edgar-Jones | Hot Ones Versus

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low effort motogp memes cus I have nothing to post -🏍

[ray935sworld]

Unfriendly reminder that with Aleix retiring next season, the last rider who was racing against Marco Simoncelli in MotoGP will no longer be part of the grid (wildcard's not included) and that makes me sad.

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[frankiefms]

* ◦ . ·     𝘾𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙉  𝘽𝘼𝙔   ;   𝙎𝙐𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙔  ,  𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘠 '𝘚  𝘈𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛    ››     𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺𝙸𝙴  &  𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚈     ·

an  optimist  would  have  believed  he’d  left  it  on  purpose  ;  that  he’d  use  it  as  a  way  to  see  her  again  .  a  realist  would  have  believed  that  he’d  left  it  because  he’d  forgotten  ;  he  had  ,  after  all  ,  been  distracted  .  but  frankie  believed  that  ,  purposely  or  not  ,  he’d  left  it  just  to  fucking  spite  her  .  because  how  the  hell  did  someone  forget  their  guitar  after  BAND  practise  ?  it  had  ,  quite  literally  ,  been  the  ONLY  thing  he'd  brought  with  him  that  night  .  granted  she  herself  hadn’t  realised  he’d  left  it  behind  until  she’d  picked  up  her  own  cases  to  leave  .  but  still  it  wasn’t  HERS  to  remember  .  &  at  first  ,  when  she’d  first  seen  it  lying  there  right  where  he’d  left  it  ,  she’d  had  thoughts  about  tossing  it  over  the  railing  of  the  docks  outside  the  garage  .  texting  him  only  to  tell  him  that  if  he  came  looking  for  it  ,  &  couldn’t  find  it  ,  to  get  a  diver  to  check  the  ocean  floor  .  but  she  imagined  that  would  put  her  well  into  the  area  of  being  certifiably  insane  rather  than  just  her  usual  unbalanced  .  &  really  .  .  .  was  she  ACTUALLY  going  to  throw  a  vintage  strat  into  the  fucking  ocean  ?  she  would  have  had  to  have  truly  lost  her  mind  to  do  that  ,  even  if  it  did  belong  to  nicky  haven  .  no  .  instead  of  throwing  it  over  the  railing  ,  she’d  done  the  only  thing  that  had  made  sense  to  her  at  the  time  .  she  put  it  in  the  back  of  her  car  alongside  her  own  &  took  it  home  .  &  so  far   for  the  last  one  &  a  half  ,  nearly  two  ,  days   since  everything  had  blown  up  —  since  SHE  had  blown  everything  up  —  it  hadn’t  moved  from  its  propped  position  in  the  corner  of  her  living  room  area  .  looking  back  now  ,  leaving  it  in  the  office  of  the  garage  for  him  to  pick  up  would  have  been  the  most  logical   thing  to  do  .  it  would  surely  be  the  first  place  he  looked  for  it  &  neither  of  them  would  have  to  talk  or  see  each  other  .  but  logic  hadn’t  exactly  been  at  the  forefront  of  her  mind  then  .  all  she’d  wanted  was  to  get  out  of  there  as  quickly  as  possible  .  all  she’d  wanted  was  to  get  home  &  bury  herself  under  a  pile  of  blankets  never  to  be  see  again  .  because  just  as  she  KNEW  it  would  ,  the  blue  comedown  of  a  red  high  made  her  face  the  reality  of  what  she’d  just  done  .  &  it  was  overwhelming  .   she  may  have  gotten  what  she’d  wanted  but  what  exactly  had  it  cost  her  ?  the  band  .  her  dream  .  but  that  wasn’t  the  reason  why  she’d  been  lying  ,  starring  at  the  curved  top  of  a  guitar  case  she  could  just  make  out  from  over  the  top  of  her  sheets  ,  for  the  past  48  hours  going  over  every  single  little  thing  that  had  been  said  ;  i  thought  about  you  every  day  .  i  need  you  .  .  .  probably  you  most  of  all  .   i  don’t  think  less  of  you  ,  i  think  you  need  to  let  up  .   i’m  fucking  trying  .  it  was  taunting  her  .  she  could  feel  it  .  it  was  driving  her  fucking  insane  .  a  huff  left  her  lips  as  she  flipped  over  ,  eyes  squeezing  tightly  shut  in  hopes  that  she  could  forcibly  bring  upon  the  sleep  that  alluded  her  .  but  she  KNEW  sleep  wasn’t  coming  any  time  soon  .  &  as  her  hand  reached  out  from  beneath  covers  to  pull  her  phone  from  her  bedside  table  ,  revealing  4:45  am  &  a  list  of  untouched  ,  unanswered  notifications  upon  its  screen  as  it  lit  up ,  she  gave  up  .  “  fuck  you  ,  haven  .  ”  it  was  cursed  under  breath  as  she  flung  back  the  covers  &  climbed  out  of  bed  .  bare  feet  padded  across  the  wooden  floor  as  she  went  to  flick  on  the  light  .  illuminating  the  open  planned  garage  conversion  in  a  warm  glow  .  she’d  known  they  were  there  —  those  damned  post  it  notes  of  his  ,  they’d  been  the  thing  taunting  her  —  she’d  wanted  to  know  what  had  been  scrawled  upon  them  from  the  moment  she’d  first  caught  sight  of  them  as  he’d  gotten  his  guitar  out  .  &  now  as  she  sat  cross-legged  on  the  floor  with  the  case  carefully  settled  in  front  of  her  ,  all  that  stopped  her  from  finding  out  was  her  own  hesitation  .  her  fingers  hovered  at  the  clasps  .  what  if  she  found  something  she  didn’t  like  ?  what  if  she  found  something  she  DID  ?  &  which  of  those  would  be  the  worst  of  the  two  ?  her  head  shook  ,  as  if  she  could  physically  shake  away  the  thoughts  ,  before  with  a  held  breath  she  finally  snapped  them  open  &  lifted  the  lid  ,  revealing  a  familiar  well  loved  ,  well  used  strat  .  &  two  piles  of  post  it  notes  beneath  . 

they  were  GOOD  .  of  course  they  were  .  nicky  might  not  have  ever  been  good  at  explaining  himself  —  what  he  was  really  feeling  ,  why  he  did  the  things  he  did  —  but  when  she  saw  the  things  he’d  written  ,  when  she  heard  him  sing  them  for  the  first  time  ,  he  never  really  had  to  .  everything  was  right  there  .  in  one  way  or  another  .  you  just  had  to  know  enough  to  piece  it  together  .  &  seeing  the  post  it  notes  sprawled  out  in  front  of  her  ,  it  was  hard  to  ignore  what  sat  right  in  front  of  her  .  maybe  she  would  have  been  able  to  convince  herself  that  the  way  so  many  of  the  notes  expressed  some  kind  of  missing  ,  some  kind  of  longing  ,  some  kind  of  regret  ,  were  about  someone  else  .  anyone  else  .  why  would  any  of  it  be  about  her  ?  she’d  need  an  ego  as  big  as  his  to  think  that  on  her  own  .  but  with  his  words  still  on  endless  repeat  ,  it  was  IMPOSSIBLE  .  he’d  missed  them  —  her  .  he’d  thought  about  them  —  her  .  a  lump  formed  in  her  throat  that  no  amount  of  swallowing  could  clear  .  what  the  fuck  had  she  done  ?  her  top  teeth  worked  away  at  the  softness  of  her  lower  lip  as  her  eyes  scanned  over  the  post  it  notes  for  what  felt  like  the  hundredth  time  .  she’d  lost  track  of  how  long  she’d  been  pouring  over  them  ,  organising  them  into  her  own  little  order  of  disarray  .  but  if  her  papi’s  lingering  &  watchful  presence  ,  that  appeared  periodically  at  the  sliding  doors  that  spilled  out  to  the  shared  backyard  ,  was  anything  to  go  by  ,  she  imagined  it  was  a  worryingly  amount  of  time  .  &  she  hadn’t  realised  dawn  had  turned  into  morning  &  then  midday  until  a  hand  was   settled  upon  her  shoulder  &  a  gentle  cautious  voice  broke  through  the  noise  in  her  head  ,  “  you  doing  okay  ,  monita  ?  ”  one  look  at  luisa  ,  her  tía  ,  was  all  it  took  for  the  dam  to  break  .  she’d  fucked  up  .  she’d  well  &  truly  fucked  up  &  she  KNEW  it  .

what  if  he  regrets  even  trying  in  the  first  place  .  what  if  i’ve  ruined  everything  .  what  if  it's  too  late  .  it  was  a  miracle  luisa  had  heard  a  single  thing  through  the  tears  that  choked  her  frantic  words  .  but  somehow  .  .  .  somehow  she’d  managed  to  .  somehow  she’d  managed  to  ride  out  the  storm  &  gather  the  brunette  into  her  side  &  press a  kiss  atop  her  head  before  offering  the  ONLY  thing  that  had  kept  her  from  turning  her  car  around  in  the  middle  of  the  street  ;  it’s  never  too  late  ,  monita  .  you  can  still  fix  it  .  if  you  want  to  .  take  it  back  to  him  &  talk  to  him  ,  i’m  sure  he’ll  listen  .  you  just  have  to  be  willing  to  show  him  some  of  that  heart  of  yours  —  even  if  it’s  scary  .  &  jesus  fucking  christ  was  it  .  the  mere  thought  was  TERRIFYING  .  &  if  she  was  honest  ,  she  didn’t  even  know  where  the  hell  to  start  .  the  first  step  was  getting  out  of  the  same  clothes  she’d  been  wearing  for  the  last  two  days  &  attempting  to  make  it  appear  as  though  she’d  slept  more  than  4  hours  .  but  even  as  she  starred  at  herself  in  the  mirror  of  her  car’s  visor  ,  as  she  sat  outside  nicky’s  apartment  stalling  for  as  long  as  she  could  ,  the  telltale  signs  were  still  there  .  the  second  step  was  actually  getting  to  car  .  &  after  her  papi  threatened  to  go  around  there  for  her  to  drop  it  off  ,  she’d  quickly  excused  herself  from  the  sunday  gathering  .  because  knowing  her  luck  ,  nicky  would  end  up  back  here  with  all  of  them  .  &  then  she’d  have  to  watch  him   with  her  whole  family  &  ignore  the  less  than  subtle  looks  in  her  direction  from  every  single  one  of  them  .  all  she  had  to  do  now  was  the  next  step  ;  get  out  of  the  car  .  the  visor  snapped  closed  as  she  fell  back  against  the  seat  ,  head  turning  to  the  left  to  stare  at  the  facade  of  his  place  .  maybe  he  wasn’t  home  .  maybe  she’d  get  lucky  &  he’d  be  out  .  maybe  jamie  would  be  there  instead  &  she  could  leave  it  with  him  .  maybe  jamie  had  been  lying  &  nicky  hadn’t  kept  his  old  place  &  she  was  at  the  wrong  place  .  but  that  damned  camaro  parked  out  front  told  her  everything  she  needed  to  know  ;  she  was  shit  out  of  luck  .  you  can  still  fix  it  .  if  you  want  to  .  it’s  never  too  late  .  she  hoped  luisa  was  right  .  it  took  another   whole  minute  ,  or  five  ,  before  she  finally  moved  .  grabbing  the  bag  ,  of  what  she  imagined  was  a  hefty  container  —  or  two  —  of  pique  macho  &  half  a  dozen  salteñas  ,  her  abuela  had  pushed  into  her  free  hand  as  she’d  left  citing  that  you  can’t  go  around  there  empty  handed  ,  from  the  passenger  seat  before  hopping  out  .  pausing  only  once  more  to  get  his  guitar  from  the  back  of  her  bronco  before  she  crossed  the  road  .  she’d  felt  FAR  braver  when  she’d  been  at  home  thinking  about  this  .  now  with  every  step  she  took  ,  she  could  feel  her  resolve  being  chipped  away  at  .  did  she  REALLY  want  to fix  it  ?  did  she  really  want  him  back  in  her  life  —  even  if  it  was  only  for  the  band  ?  her  heart  gave  a  small  jitter  &  she  would  curse  it  if  she  could  because  it  knew  exactly  what  she  wanted  .  &  as  she  finally  reached  his  front  door  &  her  free  hand  lifted  to  the  door  ,  even  though  her  mind  made  her  hesitate  it  was  her  heart  that  won  out  as  a  similar  rhythm  against  solid  wood  echoed  out  .

[parvumchao]

TAGS, PART NINE - RELATIONS (pt. 1)

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[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

part 6 of idk how many

[philwrightpodcast]

Professional Drummers Devon Parker, Calvin "Coon" Napper & Darryl "LiL MaN" Howell

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1980's ID PACK

NAMES︰ aaron. adam. adding addison. adrian. alex. alexis. ali. alyssa. amanda. amber. andie. andrea. andrews. andy. anne. annie. anthony. april. ashley. aubrey. audrey. babysitters: belinda. bill. billie. billy. blair. bobbie. bobby. bonnie. brad. brandi. brandy. bret. brett. brian. brianna. brittany. caitlin. carey. carla. carly. carol. cary. casey. charlie. chris. christie. christina. christine. christopher. cindy. clare. clarissa. claudia. cody. corey. cory. courtney. crystal. dan. dana. daniel. darrell. david. dawn. devon. drew. dustin. elliott. emily. emmett. eric. erica. erik. erika. fran. francis. frankie. georgie. gloria. greer. greg. harriet. harry. heather. hollis. holly. jackie. jamie. jason. jayme. jeffery. jennifer. jeremy. jessica. jessie. jody. joe. john.zach. jory. joseph. josh. joy. jules. justin. kelly. kevin. kim. kimberly. kit. kristen. kristy. kyle. landry. larissa. laura. lauren. lee. linden. lisa. loren. lou. lucas. lynn. mallory. maria. marie. mark. marlowe. mary matt. matthew. meaghan. megan. melanie. melissa. melody. merit. michael. michelle. mickey. mike. mikey. mindy. misty. mo. morgan. natalie. neil. nick. nicky. nicole. ollie. other ozzie. parker. patrick. paul. paula. paulie. polly. quinn. rachel. randall. randell. randy. rebecca. rees. reese. richard. rob. robbie. robert. rory. royce. ryan. sabrina. sam. sarah. scott. sean. seth. shannon. shea. shelby. skyler. stacey. stacy. stephanie. stephen. stevie. taylor. the tiffany. tim. todd. tonya. tracy. tyler. valerie. victoria. will. wyatt. xavier. zack.

PRONOUNS︰ arc/arcade. arcade/arcade. arcade/arcem. beam/beam. beep/beep. bling/bling. bo/booth. boom/box. bop/bop. bou/boutique. bright/bright. buzz/buzz. ca/car. cartoon/cartoon. cass/cassette. cassette/cassette. class/classic. color/color. cor/vette. dated/dated. dazzle/dazzle. dine/diner. disc/disc. disco/disco. elec/electric. flash/flash. gae/game. gli/glitch. glitter/glitter. glow/glow. jazz/jazz. juke/box. light/light. loud/loud. neon/neon. nostal/nostal. pac/man. par/parlor. pattern/pattern. phone/phone. pin/ball. po/pop. polybi/polybius. pop/pop. rain/rainbow. ret/retro. retro/retro. rock/roll. salon/salon. ska/skate. star/star. synth/wave. text/text. vin/vintage. vintage/vintage. vivid/vivid. walk/walkman. 🌈 . 🍭 . 👾 . 💥 . 🕹 . 🧩 .

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BILLY & CAMILA DUNNE daisy jones & the six trailer ; 2023

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girls when joe jonas is single again:

(it’s me, i’m girls)

LISTEN

[mieeaahhh]

All for the game’s characters as songs from my playlist EXCEPT its songs they LOOK like instead of what vibes they give off (if you don’t understand you are doomed a loser for the rest of your life)

Neil Josten

All I Need by Radiohead

West End Girls by Pet Shop Boys

The Great Big Gig In The Sky by Pink Floyd

Andrew Minyard

I Wanna Be Your Dog by Mephisto Walz

Dark Entries by Bauhaus

Headup by Deftones

Aaron Minyard

Everlong by Foo Fighters

Dumb by Nirvana

Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

Kevin Day

Carmen by Lana Del Rey

My Girlfriends Girlfriend by Type O’ Negative

My Lady of Mercy by The Last Dinner Party

Nicky Hemmick

Relax by Frankie Goes To Hollywood

That Means A lot by The Beatles

There From New York, New York by Frank Sinatra

Renee Walker

Once Upon A Dream by Lana Del Rey

Breathing by Kate Bush

Mirror by The Last Dinner Party

Allison Reynolds

Chase The Stars by Solene, Minthaze, Saimsoul

Literal Legand by Ayesha Erotica

Christian Woman by Type O’ Negative

Dan Wilds

Champagne Coast by Blood Orange

Rapture by Blondie

Royals by Lorde

Matt Boyd

Me And Your Mama by Childish Gambino

Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins

Master of None by Beach House

Seth Gordan

Got Well Soon by Breton

Destroyed By Hippie Powers by Car Seat Headrest

Bodys by Car Seat Headrest

Katelyn Mackenzie

White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes

Heart Of Glass by Blondie

Valerie by TV Girl

[nyan-nyax3]

˚₊‧ hatsukoisou id pack ☆

names ꒱

abel, adam, ambrose, amos, archer, astor, august, baker, barclay, basil, bishop, caden, camden, cecil, cody, cosmo, cyrus, davey, declan, denzel, devon, dion, eddy, eli, esme, everett, forrest, fraser, grayson, harry, jackson, jasper, joel, joseph, layton, leon, liam, louis, lucian, merlin, milo, monty, nicky, peter, porter, rolo, samuel, silas, sterling, teddy, tommy, virgil, woody

addy, alice, allie, amber, angel, april, ashley, asia, autumn, avril, azura, bambi, barbie, becca, bella, birdie, bunny, callie, cammie, camryn, candi, chelsey, christi, cleo, coral, crystal, cyndi, dahlia, daisy, demi, diamond, dixie, dolly, ella, erin, ethel, flower, ginger, halo, hazel, heather, iris, keira, kestrel, lilac, lily, lola, lotus, lucille, lulu, marie, meadow, mercy, mia, misty, molly, mona, noelle, nova, olive, opal, petal, poppy, princess, promise, rosy, roxy, spirit, tempest, topaz, velvet, violet

alex, ashton, aspen, azure, billie, blessing, bobbie, brandy, bronte, cedar, celeste, charlie, cherish, clover, cyan, dannie, denver, dusty, easter, eden, favour, fortune, francis, frankie, harper, haven, heaven, ivy, jackie, jewel, joey, jordyn, journey, july, kasey, lacey, laverne, lennon, lucky, lyric, maple, navy, oakley, ocean, palmer, pepper, phoenix, raven, riley, river, ronnie, rory, royal, sawyer, silver, sparrow, sunday, tawny, windsor

pronouns ꒱

ae / aer, shi / hir, vae / vaer

abandon / abandonment, addi / addict, alco / alcohol, bla / black, bri / bright, dea / death, dre / dream, drink / drinking, entrap / entrapment, fal / falsity, first / love, flo / flower, free / freedom, fuzz / fuzzy, ha / harm, hatsu / hatsukoisou, ho / hopeless, lie / lies, lo / love, mise / misery, ne / neon, pai / pain, pi / pills, pi / pink, pro / problems, pro / prostitute, pur / purple, red / light, re / regret, sui / cide, trouble / troublesome, wish / wishful

titles ꒱꒱

[x] who turned to a life on the streets, [x] with regret in [x] heart, [x] with rotting organs, [x] who forces a bottle into [x] mouth, [x] who wishes to share [x] secret with you, the neon-lit street walker, [x] who walks into death's arms, [x] who misses [x] first love, the incarnation of the addiction of one's first love

genders ꒱꒱

alcohollexic, alcoholpathetic, anoure, cheraic, dasamerz, decayedgender, hotpinkpoisic, inviheartpillgender, inviibuprofen, liquorlexic, medimasc, pillcoric, vodkalexic, whiskeyaromic, winething

usernames ꒱꒱

pinkxprincess, drunkenmistake, b4relysurviving, wishfordeath, cy4nide-c4psule, alcoholickitten, miheadfuzzy, forevertr4sh, negativelove, falsewish, troubledxkitty, hatsu__love, selfharmstyle, meow_in_misery, fallenkitty, cutieincarnate, moemoecyanide

system names ꒱꒱

the poisoned kittens, drunken collective, those living in misery, the less than likely survival collective, slicer system, those who stopped fighting, the burnt love letters of a by-gone time, those who pass out in the street, the unfixable collective, those who were manipulated into a worse life

whoag ,, super cool id pack for a song i like =^-^= could u hav seen that one coming ???? lolz

[sukiipjs]

༺ SONGS 4 FICS ༻

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🤍 🦢.🥥.🕊️ 🤍

fucking love music. these are songs that fit the vibe or remind me of the specific fic<33 (go 2 my masterlist to find the fics)

🤍 🦢.🥥.🕊️ 🤍

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| : ̗̀➛ CHRIS STURNIOLO

look at the moon : look at the moon by puzzle

only you : lights down low by maejor

shower : anaconda by nicki minaj

road trip : infrunami by steve lacey

positive : nothing matters but you by madison beer

be quiet : altitude by montell fish

| : ̗̀➛ MATT STURNIOLO

let me help : just for me by pinkpantheress

here with me : here with me by d4vd

bite me : meddle about by chase atlantic

from the start : from the start by laufey

rain like bullets : rises the moon by liana flores

stop being a brat : stargirl interlude by the weeknd

truth or dare : void by the neighborhood

| : ̗̀➛ NICK STURNIOLO

carnival : can’t take my eyes off you by frankie valli

get to it : i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys

pink in the night : pink in the night by mitski

make you mine : make you mine by madison beer

painted nails : glory box by portishead

blondie : blondie by current joys

photo booth : eyes don’t lie by isabel larosa

my boy : my boy by billie eilish

i don’t want to : candy by alex g

get off : i like the way you kiss me by artemis

am i dreaming : you were a dream by artemis

°:. *₊ ° . ☆ °:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° . ☆ °:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° .

[parvumchao]

TAGS, PART FOUR - PRIMARY OCs