#interaction: bowie

[alarakcplan]

starter for: @bowiehawk1ns location: bowie's place

There was truly only one person in this hole in the wall town that Alara would openly admit she owed an explanation to. Only one person she had actually been afraid of not forgiving her for her disappearing act all those years ago. And yet, like the friend Alara truly didn't deserve, Bowie had been there at her father's funeral, no resentment or questions asked. Alara didn't often express how she was feeling, but seeing Bowie there at the church, had brought the first and only tears to her eyes that day.

Now that the funeral was over with, and Alara began to try to pick up the pieces of her life, she knew her best friend deserved the chance to ask all the questions they hadn't had the chance to talk about at the funeral. Alara had kept in contact... somewhat during her time away - she'd added Bowie to her close friends list on IG after all - but the brunette could acknowledge that that wasn't quite enough and it was time to catch each other up.

Knocking on Bowie's front door, a ridiculously expensive bottle of wine in hand, Alara chewed on her bottom lip in a rare show of nerves as she waited for her best friend. When the door finally opened, Alara immediately began speaking. "I know a proper catch up is beyond overdue, so I brought some wine. What do you say we drink our problems away while you catch me up on all the local goss?" Was she making light of the depth to which they needed to catch up? Definitely. But Alara never really was very good at diving in deep.

[pressplay-if]

I LOVE T.REX!!! you dont know how much joy i got from listening to Get It On right after i saw the poll. what other bands/artists are you thinking of incorporating into your work? i love stevie nicks and fleetwood mack but i would love to see some david bowie references if thats also something you listen to.

i really love the IF so far and wish you the best of luck!!! <3

YAY OMG I'M STOKED TO HEAR THAT. Bolan was such a character (affectionate), and Get It On is Paul/Paulette Zima's intro song in my head lol

I FREAKING LOVE DAVID BOWIE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH SOOOO MUCH

I loved him even before I got into Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks. Which is not to say that I love him more, but I've loved him for longer. So yes, there will indeed be Bowie references (plural). Here's the other artists I am currently planning on/considering referencing in the intros: Tim Capello, Patti Smith, Blondie, Carole King, Carly Simon, Rod Stewart, Bon Jovi, Florence and the Machine. Of course, it's very specific songs by these people that I have in mind, but I won't divulge what those songs are bc it could be spoilery. I'm working things out as I go, though, but in essence, every chapter is going to have a lyrical intro to fit the story.

Small teaser: Chapter 3, which deals with the hospitalization of MC, will have a reference to "Free" by Florence and the Machine as an intro :)

[marrfixated]

(More thoughts and drafting! Some weird formatting I know but it was all one block in my notes)

Emma is doing just fine. Average. It’s really not so bad.

She’s just been dealing with a lot of change. And with too many things not changing.

Which is… an odd thing to struggle with.

Because she likes change. Daunting challenges. The unpredictable. Doing new things every day and never being scared of them. And she likes independence.

She had thought so, at least.

After the show, she had been hit in the face with just how… isolated she was. She had only had two friends before the first season, but she had left them behind. Her mother wasn’t doing the best, and she didn’t have any nearby family.

She found herself laying in her bed in the middle of the day most of the time, scrolling through her contacts and old conversations.

Or scrolling through her comments on TikTok.

A few weeks ago, she had tried some stunt involving a motorcycle and an inflatable pool. She probably wouldn’t have messed it up if her hands weren’t trembling.

(She had forgot to check the breaks, and wasn’t sure if they were working.)

(They were.)

The blood dripping down her face and the gash in her lip didn’t sting as much as it did watching the video.

She looked ridiculous, and she probably always did. It was better when she had someone else to do it with. Maybe she was losing her touch.

She didn’t post the video.

She turned back to dancing instead, which did feel less embarassing, despite the constant mocking feedback. Sure, the jokes were “funny”, but she didn’t care about any of it. She didn’t feel the rush, she wasn’t planning every day, and she wasn’t known or loved for anything.

Except for what she lost.

And, the show, to an extent.

-Ugh, she misses the show. She shouldn’t, but as stupid as it sounds, she really did. She missed doing crazy things and talking to people. Having a chance of winning. Beating everyone. Being cheered on. It wasn’t always great, but at least it was something. She misses doing something.

And she really misses Bowie. She missed Bowie, but she knows better than anyone that she can’t go back to that. They just- have better things to do now. He probably does.

He’s got Raj- which is great! And she’s happy for him! She’s happy for everyone. For Wayne, however he’s doing, for Julia, despite everything.

And Caleb. For having Priya.

Emma is jealous that Bowie gets to have someone.

Emma is jealous that everyone else gets to have someone.

Emma is jealous that, unlike everyone else, winning the show probably wouldn’t have made her any happier.

She isn’t sure what would.

[cruelsister-moved2]

if we are being real david bowie was the fall out boy of the 70s like its the exact same brand of playful zeitgeisty but ultimately largely meaningless lyrics that is mostly about stringing words together in an intriguing way that doesnt really hold up to any real scrutiny. plus singing in a silly voice. im not necessarily hating bc those are just like the fundamentals of pop music even if its not for me but u cant deny the similarities we are all adults here

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Tossing and turning in bed plagued by visions (Ed Edgar headcanons that are definitely just me projecting my cowboy ass autistic interest in strange animals onto him bc he too is a strange southern man with autistic swag)

[slightlytoastedbagel]

There was that post that was like "what would be your seven evil ex-hyperfixations" and I can't remember if I put total drama on that list but total drama should have been on that list

[mvfm-25]

" You think. You fight. You interact. Only, in a parallel universe! "

PC Accelerator Magazine n15 - November, 1999.

[whichuniverseisthis]

Ok but consider this: Bowie and Priya having a friendly rivalry, where the friendly side foils Priya and Millie's relationship, while the rivalry foils Bowie and Julia's one.

[vidra-comprehends]

Ask Game: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers!

Ooooh that's nice, actually!

Horses. If you ask me something like this, my immediate answer will be horses.

Video games (especially Minecraft, Star Stable Online, Arctico, Mass Effect and ULTRAKILL).

Anything related to communication and languages (diplomacy, linguistics, singing, drawing, writing, etc.).

Other people.

Small victories during a healing process.

Thank you for the ask!

[callofthxvoid]

WHERE: Huntsville Clinic WHO: Bowie Bardot ( @bowiebardot )

It had not taken Zarina long to adapt to her working environment at the clinic. She had her new makeshift lab all set up, and while she was not overly fond of knowing that she was being monitored like a criminal, she understood the necessity behind it. But at least Dr. Romero had been nothing but a professional about it, and as long as she did her job he mostly left her alone—which was how she preferred it.

She was surprised when she heard somebody enter, since it wasn't one of Xiu's days at the clinic and that was usually who she had lunch with, but when she looked up to find one of the other nurses there, she smiled politely. "Nurse Bardot," she greeted, setting the pestle and mortar aside. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

[ghostsxagain]

closed for @blumhouses based on this plot

Bowie woke with a groan. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to wake up with a hangover, but god was it ever unpleasant every time. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The fact that he had passed out without clothes on was also pretty typical. What wasn't normal was the fact that his best friend was passed out next to him. He wouldn't dream of sleeping nude next to her. How the fuck had that happened? Bowie had no idea. The night before was still unknown to him. Great, he'd blacked out.

Gently, Bowie nudged the sleeping woman. "Hey, come on sleeping beauty." He kept up until she woke too. "Sorry to wake you. You know I wouldn't if it weren't for a good reason... I think we have a bit of a problem here." Hopefully it was nothing and he was just being dramatic in his current state. Maybe it was as innocent as them partying too hard together. He could only hope.

[impervicus]

closed starter ft. giovanni gagliardi / @secondhnd​​

she knew it wasn’t technically a band rehearsal day but bowie felt like she hadn’t seen gio much lately so she had to go visit him. he was fine, bowie knew he was fine because if she wasn’t, she would have found out pretty quickly. but outside of the band, she felt really close to her fellow bandmates. so in their best interest, she always wanted to make sure they were okay. it’s what a good lead singer and creator of the band would do right? 

she knocked on the door, waiting for gio to answer. she was fairly certain he was home, but maybe he had gone out elsewhere. she tended to forget to actually text people before showing up to their places, maybe it was because she thought she had everyone’s schedules memorized, or that she thought she really knew them enough to predict when they would or wouldn’t be home. guess they’d find out, right?

[acefms]

( closed starter / @impervicus bowie )

“Hey!” He called out to Bowie, the person who had become somewhat of a younger sibling to him. He’d grown up as an only child, and if he had any genuine siblings out there, he wasn’t in the slightest bit aware of them. He saw a lot of his younger self in them, and felt compelled to try and help her break the habit of people pleasing. It could be toxic, he knew that. Ace had given up so much of his childhood for his mother, to try and make her happy. But she never was, not really. And in the end all she’d done was use her son for money until he reached the point of exhaustion. “What’s new? Who’s ass am I gonna wanna kick this week?” He joked with a lopsided grin, finally catching up to her.

[blccmngs]

(reposted) open to: anyone basic plot: found in the source!

It had taken Bowie longer than she was willing to admit to work herself up enough to ask the question. The night had been going pretty well, anyway. It had started with hanging out all afternoon which led to ordering food and watching movies on her couch. Though it was hard to figure out an appropriate time to fit asking 'would you want to help me take some pictures for Onlyfans?' in there. Not to mention the fact that it would be the first and only time that she mentioned her Onlyfans to anyone besides her roommate. Bowie seemed like the last sort of person who would be in such a situation and yet she willingly put herself into it.

Fingers fussed with the ends of her skirt before she turned her attention back to the other. Seeming to steady herself as she tilted her head, eyebrows raised in question. “Well?” And, before she could think too much about it, she was reaching up to pull her sweater up and over her head. She was far past embarrassing herself if they said no so why not go all in? “Your face won’t be in the actual picture, either. Will you do it?”

[hardlygclden]

open to: isaac brenner | @wolfcursd location: bowie & isaac's apartment

Mind your fucking goddamn business, you stupid son of a bitch. The chant was almost ritualistic now, coming to mind even when Isaac was fast asleep in his room and Bowie convinced himself that the snoring that woke him up was him and not his own breathing. Yet this time, it was warranted with more uneasiness when his roommate had never come home. Don't ask him. Bowie had done that enough times and still went out his way to retrace the man's steps. It wasn't hard when there was a smell that lingered, or when there was a few rumors going around town that he knew better than to dismiss. Don't even look at him. He tried, this time with more effort as Bowie held a newspaper in front of his face at the kitchen table. Usually meant to conceal that he was eating Isaac's cereal and not the stale crumbs of his Wheaties, Bowie used it now to not engage. "About damn time you came in." It left his mouth faster than he intended, the need to instigate stronger than that to investigate. He kept his face concealed behind the veil of poorly printed words. "Did you fall asleep on a park bench or did you actually get lucky for once?"

[vileintcnt]

closed starter | @thebestorworstofit

number 12 / bowie romero.

--- "I mean you've been staring all night, the least you could do is buy me a margarita."