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Ship meme 2, 3, 4, 8, 12, 19, 29 Greased Lightning my lofe ❤ Still my thirst agsgsssgg

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2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

Electra. They've never been in a relationship (or even really in love) before, and their looks and performance is their whole personality so it takes them a while to be capable of showing themself vulnerable, not at their absolute top. But they melt when Greaseball compliments them in such moments, or even just still looks admiringly at them.

3. Who is the most romantic?

Greaseball. The man is a fucking sap. Not that he's super good at it, but at least he tries, putting candles next to the bed, writing a rather stunted love poem, giving Electra flowers (even if they're just weeds he plucked from behind his shed).

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

Both of them lol, though Electra's self control is just slightly better.

8. What do they like in bed?

C.B. joining them Greaseball would be content with just normal stuff, but soon founds out that Electra's flexibility and more kinky ideas (maybe including some bondage? hmmm who's to say) are REALLY fun

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

They get a lot more nervous lol. They started out mostly as rivals trying to top each other (literally skfjhsdjkf), but when they get more serious they become less competitive and start trying to actively please the other. And of course they start doing other things together than just bang

19. Where do they go on their first date?

They never leave the bedroom lol But their first proper date? They still never leave the bedroom

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

Greaseball: whenever Electra moves. They move with such grace and elegance, a quality that is completely alien to him as a B I G muscly diesel, and he is just in awe of it Electra: Greaseball casually doing something for them. Like acting defensive against anyone who questions their relationship or Electra in general, but also lifting something heavy, offering to carry their things (or them), or casually rubbing their shoulders when they sit together

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I can't help but feel Moyo's growth is lacks substance. He is now a full time Sobbe cheerlead but it seems forced bc of his unexplained past reactions. The wtfock writers went out of their way to gov moyo such a strong reaction to robbe's coming out, but provided no substantial following up. It was a strange choice to exclude a clip of Moyo explaining hos poor behavior, but still have him rush to apologise to Robbe and recognize he was at fault. What is your take?

I do share some part of this point of view. While moyo's growth and behaviour post the apology feels pretty organic to me, I do think there are inconsistencies with his behaviour prior to that.

There's the s1 moyo. Absolutely unbearable. Gets on your nerves.

But then we have the vlogs moyo prior to s3. He's actually funny and caring and just a very chill friend. Yes, he teases robbe. But so does Jens. And it's all in good fun from his side.

Then we have the s3 moyo. Okay so the thing is, even like weeks into s3, a lot of us hadn't watched the vlogs. Some of us watched a few mid season and were actually quite surprised at how genuine moyo was in the vlogs. And if you watch the season with a very open mind, you'll actually see that Moyo is not that bad during the season. Deep down, he always was a caring friend. Like I'll actually point out some moments for you.

1. In the very first clip of the season where the boys are sitting in the bathtub and robbe takes a hard go at whatever they were smoking, moyo asks him if there's shit at home. And it actually comes from a place of concern.

2. Moyo loves dissing or teasing Aaron but he's also always cheering Aaron to go finally confess to Amber. Like in robbe's housewarming party. And in the halloween party clip where Amber is angry after the prank and says something to Aaron, Moyo sees him sad from afar and immediately comes to sooth him and cheer him up.

3. Both the times Robbe lashes out at the broerrs, at the dance thing at noor's school and on the beach trip after the prank, Moyo does look concerned. It's not like he just goes on with his lofe unbothered.

4. Him and Aaron have pretty cute moments throught the season if you pay closer attention. Like the toothpaste clip when robbe pushes Aaron off the ramp, moyo immediately pulls him up.

So I genuinely think Jens and Aaron are as bad as Moyo till the coming out. It's all collective shitty boy squad behaviour and their obsession with talking about nothing but sex and weed continuously. On their own, these three were not that bad. And I strongly agree that his reaction to the coming out was stronger than what you'd expect from moyo after the way his character behaved in the vlogs and through the season. It was just wtfock unnecessarily leveling up the angst in my opinion. The reaction could still have been negative but toned down and more in character of s3 moyo.

The problem also arises from how his character was set up in s1 and s2. Our view of him was very negative since the beginning. So it was easier for us to not pay attention to his character growth in the vlogs and s3 before the coming out. And so many hadn't even watched the vlogs so the last they had seen of him was him calling robbe a slur. Fandom, including me, already viewed him as the villain and expected him to always act obnoxiously, never paying enough attention to the good moments but clinging to his worst ones. We were all so attached to Robbe and things are on such a high during a season that many times we don't pay enough attention to the characterisation of side characters, specifically those relatively darker, or think deeply over certain aspects since we are so focused on the main. Like I remember us completely misinterpreting moyo's behaviour in that clip where aaron is explaining the difference between pan and bi because we were so angry at him. He's actually pretty ashamed in that clip. He knows he fucked up but he won't admit yet. It's basically majority of the fandom's neglect of his character growth between s2 and s3 as well as inconsistencies and weaknesses in the writing with the way that character growth wasn't highlighted enough despite the fact that he was bound to play such a major role in the future.

Fight me on this one but moyo after s2 had grown to care for Robbe and seeing one of the people he's closest to and spends most of his time with go through something so huge and difficult in his life and finding out that some of his past actions have played a role in bringing his friend to this point, it hit moyo harder than anyone else. It was his breaking point. So him transforming at that point feels very natural and realistic. It was a do or die situation for moyo. He had to change. So everything after his minute to minute speech felt pretty in character and consistent. Just the coming out reaction was too fucking intense in my opinion. And out of character.

In conclusion, moyo like most wtfock characters, is an extremely complex and layered character. You can't only look on the surface with him.

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Strange Magic Fanfic - “A Highway Passion Play”, Part One

Here’s my (VERY belated) contribution to the start of Month of Lofe for the Strange Magic Fandom! I was originally going to make this a whole fanfic, but I’ve decided to divide it into two parts with each one giving focus to our lovely couples! 

The two types of love the week focused on were Eros (sexual or passionate love) and Ludus (playful and/or uncommitted love). One of the suggested ideas was a Car Trip AU, which I have always wanted to attempt! 

Part One will focus on Potionless and Ludus, though I also think there’s a healthy helping of Storge (a slow developing, friendship-based love). I think that just proves that Love can not and will not be easily classified or confined! 

Part Two will focus on Butterfly Bog in an continuation of this AU, with five guesses going as to what type of love theirs will be...

As always, I hope you enjoy! 

One would say that ambitions and bucket-lists were synonyms, but Dawn understood that ambition was merely the fuel for such an endeavor – you could only get so far if you had enough in your tank. In that metaphorical regard, all four of them were fine.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the lemon they were driving.  

For the third time the cheerful chime of the gas tank sounded, its song quickly followed by a chorus of groans, Dawn and Sunny’s weary and Marianne’s full of frustrated acceptance. 

But Bog’s was near a snarl as he glared at the dash, blue eyes bright and baleful as he stabbed an accusatory finger at it. “This is wha’ we get fer not stoppin’ at a motel–”

“We need to cover ground if we want to make it to New Mexico by Thursday,” Marianne replied, tipping her head back in a sigh, the glow of perspiration across her taut tendons highlighting the elegance of its arched state. 

With what energy the heat of the desert hadn’t managed to steal, Dawn had to admire how her sister managed to wear messiness so magnificently, sun and sweat and eight hours on the road be damned, the gusts warm wind only ruffling her pixie cut into a positively stylish disarray. Dawn wearily pushed her hand through her own damp curls, already dreaming of cool showers and air conditioning and ice machines as Marianne continued on. “We passed a station like a while back. We’ll go back, fill up, grab some gas containers, then Sunny and I can switch–”

“Sunny stays here,” Dawn interrupted, her eyes closed as she leaned against her best friend’s shoulder. God, how did he manage to stay so cool? “He’s my personal ice pack.”

Sunny’s laugh rumbled through her before cool fingers swiped over her brow, and Dawn wondered at the sheer saintliness he contained that he was able to wipe away another person’s sweat without even a shudder. “First rule of road trips, Dawn, we do not ignore Marianne’s schedule. Second rule of road trips–”

“–we do NOT ignore Marianne’s schedule,” the whole car chorused on cue, Marianne’s voice especially empathetic. Even as the words left her mouth, Dawn knew she wouldn’t win this battle. But oh, dear God, the heat–!

“Can we at least blast the air conditioning?” she asked with pained hopefulness.

“The windows are open, stick your head out,” Bog replied with no small amount of grumpiness, stretching his body as hard as he could in the front passenger seat, the long line of his lanky body giving several snaps cracks and pops.

Dawn draped her leg over his shoulder to delicately stick her big toe in his ear, making him jolt. “That’s not a viable option and you know it, Mister I Wear A Tee Shirt and Jeans No Matter What The Weather’s Like–”

“When we get to the gas station, I’ll see if they have a cold compress or something,” Marianne promised, shoving her sunglasses down to meet her sister’s eyes. “We can’t risk the air conditioning just yet, not until we find an auto shop. If our personal mechanic can’t figure it out–”

“We really don’t want to chance it,” Bog finished grimly, and Dawn knew that was that. If Boggy was putting his grease monkey pride aside to admit the car had stumped him, they couldn’t tempt fate. They had already had to switch out a tire, they didn’t need anything else slowing them down. Especially my whining.

Dawn slumped back against Sunny, out of sorts and upset that she was so. “Guys, I’m sorry, I am, I wish I wasn’t so freaking sensitive about heat–”

Bog grabbed her foot back, his whole hand dwarfing it easily, her heel cradled in his callused palm. “None o’ tha’, lassie. Some flowers are desert born an’ bred, yer just not in yer appropriate climate.”

Dawn pursed her lips at him, trying to keep her smile back. “Why are you’re still on this Treat Dawn Like A Flower kick?”

“Because ye are,” Bog replied easily, giving her ankle a tickle.

Dawn shrieked and the resulting flailing of her foot to escape those fingers had her nearly kicking Marianne in the head.

“Hey!” The sunglasses came down once more, and the scorch of the desert had nothing on those amber eyes set in a glare. “Can we NOT take out the driver while she’s making an ambiguously legal U turn?”

“Ambiguously legal meaning incredibly illegal but there’s no cops here?” Sunny interjected dryly.

“You get me, Sunny.”

“Sorry,” Dawn winced, taking her foot back. She cocked her head at Bog. “Why isn’t Marianne a flower?”

“I’m a weed,” Marianne promptly answered.

Bog rolled his eyes. “Weeds can still be flowers, Tough Girl. You’re just different.”

Marianne smirked, the plum line of her lips twisting wryly. “I’ve been told.”

Bog chuckled and looked across at the petite driver, and there was no small amount of affection and pride in his voice. “That’s what I like.”  

There was a distinct softness to those blue eyes, and Dawn felt her heart get pittery-pattery on her sister’s behalf since she had to focus on the road. But there was now a flush to her sister’s cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat, and Dawn bit down on the squeal burgeoning in her. Oh God, please please please let this be the trip where they finally––

There was a CRUNCH of gravel, metal and rubber, and Dawn found her body being caught by her seatbelt and the air knocked out of her lungs. After several seconds of nausea and confusion, she looked around, getting her bearings, her ears ringing and her neck sore. “What the hell was that?”

“The pothole from hell,” Marianne muttered, steering the car to the side of the road as quick as she could. She then looked out of her window before slamming her hands down on the steering wheel with a snarl. “FUCK! It took out the back wheel!”

“So now we don’t have gas and we have to replace another wheel?” Dawn said, her voice getting higher as panic rose within her.  

Bog unbuckled his belt and turned around, his frown born both of rage and worry. “The car’s a fuckin’ lemon, but at least the seatbelts work. Everyone okay?”

Marianne and Sunny gave assents and Dawn went to nod before wincing, her neck throbbing. “I think I got a little whiplash…”

Marianne immediately turned around, leaning over her seat and whipping off her sunglasses to inspect her baby sister, her fingers carefully prodding along Dawn’s collar, semesters of med school obvious in her touch. Nonetheless, Dawn leaned away. “Marianne, it’s fine, I’m fine…”

“No, you’re not,” Marianne retorted, the iron of her voice at odds with the warm concern in her eyes. “You need ice.”

Bog yanked his phone out of the car charger, looking at the screen and then down the road, grimacing under the hot sun. “Map says we’re about half an hour walkin’ distance away from tha’ gas station. We can call a tow truck there, have them take this to a shop, get this shit sorted out…”

Dawn shook her head instinctively and had to bite down at the yelp of pain that resulted, making Sunny place a concerned hand on her shoulder. “That’s gonna strain our budget!”

“An emergency is an emergency,” Marianne said, already riffling through her wallet. “Sunny, who gave you this piece of shit?”

Sunny’s sigh was low and full of shame. “Ten guesses who and the first nine don’t count.”

“Fucking Roland,” Marianne spat. “I bet he charged you full price too, right?”

Sunny nodded, his hands balling into futile fists on Dawn’s shoulders. “God, I’m such a stupid sucker, I should’ve known–”

“Just because my ex is a manipulative asshole who will rot in car salesmen hell doesn’t make you stupid,” Marianne interjected, finally pulling out a credit card. A sweetly evil smile slid upon her face. “But it is going to make using this to pay for everything a whole hell of a lot sweeter. I knew I swiped it for a reason.”

Bog stopped grimacing to stare at the piece of plastic with unholy wonder and glee in his gaze. “Ye did nae.”

Marianne favored him with a particularly vicious smirk. “Hell hath no fury like a Marianne Fairfield scorned. And if Roland wants to complain, I’ll tell Dad that Dawn was injured in one of the cars he sold.” She grabbed her hat out of the car, then pointed at Sunny and Dawn. “Sunny, keep an eye on her. Bog and I will be back as quick as we can with a new car.”  

“What if you’re not back before dark?” Dawn asked, trying to keep the worry out of her voice – as hot as the desert was now, she knew how quickly the cold came at night.

“You can set up the tent, and we’ve got the blankets and sleeping bags,” Marianne reminded her as she grabbed their water bottles from the front. She then grinned. “And you have my permission to set the car on fire if you need the extra heat.”

Bog and Sunny both snorted, and Dawn couldn’t help joining in. When in doubt, set something that belonged to Roland on fire. Truly words Marianne lived by.

After slapping on sun screen and their respective hats, Bog and Marianne went off down the road, the sight of them soon rippling with heat. Dawn bit back a worried sigh. Marianne always said it was her job to worry about her sister, but…

“She’ll be fine.” Sunny patted Dawn’s shoulder, his brown gaze so full of comfort. “They’ll both be fine. Bog’s always ready for a fight, and your sister–”

“–can take care of herself,” Dawn finished, her shoulders slumping in resignation. She could, and she would, but still…

She continued to watch down the road, and Sunny leaned back against the car seat, taking off his bandana and wiping it across his face with a groan. “Honestly, when you think about it, this is good for them.”

Dawn whipped her head to look at him, disbelief scrunching up her forehead and making her ignore the twinge in her neck. “Good for them?”

Sunny shrugged at her, putting his feet up and resting his arms on his knees. “Yeah, don’t you think? They get to be alone for a bit. After all, the only thing that’s rivaled this heat is their–” he lowered his voice dramatically, waggling his eyebrows, “­–smoldering sexual tension.”

Throwing back her head in laughter was probably incredibly counterproductive to her injury, but Dawn couldn’t help herself. “Oh, God, yes. I swear, I thought Marianne was going to pounce on him when he was all bent over and fixing the engine yesterday. Never mind that he wore that raggedy undershirt instead of one of those tee-shirts today–”

“–don’t knock undershirts, Dawn, it’s too hot for anything else,” Sunny grinned.

Dawn, still giggling, looked up back at him and—

Oh, yeah, he was also wearing an undershirt, the black cotton hugging his torso like a second skin, the lean muscles of his abs apparent even through the fabric—

And his skin, it was so golden brown and glowing, he looked so—

Dawn blinked before giving her head a little shake, and immediately regretted doing so, reaching her hand up to where her neck throbbed. “Ouch…”

Sunny sat up in concern and she waved a hand at him, trying to keep her voice light. “I hope whatever ice they manage to find survives the trip back.”

Sunny eyed her neck, his mouth taking on a twist of concern, before he hopped out of the car and went to the trunk, popping it open. “Set yourself down in the back, Dawn, I think I’ve got something for you.”

Dawn did as he said, and it was only due to how her neck throbbed that she kept herself from looking curiously after him as he rustled away in the trunk. “You think? What are you talking about, Sunny?”

Sunny came back to the side door, carrying some blankets and towels under one arm, their pillows under the other while his one free hand clutched at both their cooler and the portable radio his father passed onto him. He quickly put his supplies down, handing Dawn the cooler before he started arranging the blankets and pillow on the ground. “It should be right up near the top, in the left corner. After that, put our water bottles in there, keep them cool. I just need to take care of this…”

Dawn opened the cooler, wary of how long it would take her to find whatever Sunny had for her what with how the heat would melt the ice in it the longer she had it open. Thankfully, her eyes fell on them almost immediately and widened. “Sunny, these are from the last motel–!”

Sunny snorted. “That manager was a racist, sexist jerk, Dawn. I think swiping a few washcloths is more than fair. Besides, I know how funky you get when it gets super hot, your needs trumps his ownership.”  

Dawn handled the frozen washcloths like they were dipped in gold, her eyes worshipful and wondering as she looked at Sunny. “But…how did you freeze them?”

“Stuck them in the mini fridge’s freezer last night. Thought it was best to be prepared.” He grinned at her. “Go on, slap one on.”

Dawn did so, and immediately let her eyes close in sheer bliss, the coolness of the cloth a balm on her sweaty skin, her tender neck…

She swiftly put the rest of the washcloths and their water bottles in the cooler before getting back to her tiny little heaven in the midst of all this heat, while Sunny rustled around the car, pulling this and that out.

There came a cough, and Dawn opened her eyes to where Sunny stood, his arms spread wide and his smile proud. “Bienvenido a la Casa de Sunny!”

Two makeshift beds now lay on the desert floor, along with the beach chairs and their enormous beach umbrella that Dawn had known they would eventually need. She clapped her hands, delighted. “Sunny! Eso es fantástico!”

She paused, her fingers curling in worry. “But, desert floors can be thirty degrees hotter than the air, I’ve looked it up—”

“That’s what we have the beach chairs floor,” Sunny said, shrugging his shoulders. “And I figured that as soon as the umbrella shade cools it, we’ll be okay as long as we have the blankets and towels between us and the ground. Besides, that car is gonna be an oven, you can’t stay in there.”

Dawn practically skipped over to him and his handmade oasis, blue eyes bright and smile thankful. “I swear, you take care of everything, I don’t know what my anxious ass would do without you–”

Sunny shrugged, but she could have sworn his cheeks got darker with a blush. “Just all that time spent building forts paying off, is all.”

Dawn sank into one of the beach chairs with a sigh, settling the cooler between them and fiddling with the radio, searching through the static for a station. “God, do you remember how long we fought over whether the name of our fort would be Fairy Fort and Pixie Palace?”

Sunny sat next to her with a sigh before giving her a sly glance. “I remember how you wouldn’t even consider Elf Village—”

“That had no alliteration!”

“—and how Dad had to give you lessons on how to properly use a hammer.”

“Then I hit my thumb and refused to pick it up the rest of the day,” Dawn said, giving a soft roll of her eyes but smiling. She rolled the knob on the radio once more, and music began to pipe through, though still patchy with static. “I give Marianne so much hell over her clumsiness, but it’s honestly a wonder I made it through childhood in one piece considering how we played.”

“Yeah, we loved our adventures…” Sunny’s grin softened, nostalgia in his eyes. “I remember you crying after that accident, how you wouldn’t stop until I distracted you.”

Just then, the static from the radio cleared, and a song they knew all too well began to play, sweet and strong. They looked at each other with wide eyes, and Dawn’s smile grew till the sunshine couldn’t match its brilliance. “That was the first time you sang it to me…”

“Don’t worry…about a thing…” Sunny’s voice was at once strong and soft over the sun baked sand as he sang along with the radio, his crooning curling over Dawn with the same comfort the cool washcloth had. “’Cause every little thing…is gonna be alright…”

Dawn tapped her feet, swung her head, and wriggled her fingers to the music, letting the song sink over her like the water of a lake. God, but if this song didn’t capture Sunny, nothing did. Upbeat, joyful, full of comfort and assurance, always shaking her free and calming her down whenever her insecurities and anxieties took her captive. From the very start, he had eased her pain, soothed her soul. Because of him, her childhood had been so sweet.

He makes my life so sweet.

Dawn’s head paused in mid-roll, her fingers mid snap.

All her life, she had never questioned Sunny being in it – he was simply there, simply a part of it, of her. She could scarcely imagine her life, herself, without him. It would be like removing her heart from her body and expecting her to keep living.

A strange sort of buzz filled Dawn’s ears, one that had nothing to do with being overwhelmed by the heat. To her distant surprise, it was actually a sweet sensation, like champagne bubbles bubbling up under her skin, exploding with excitement, sending sweetness swirling through her.

She had always loved Sunny, and despite what some had whispered, she had never taken him for granted. He was her dearest friend, her most beloved playmate.

Play.

A damp curl fell to her forehead, and Dawn idly twisted it with a finger, watching the flaxen lock flex as she thought. She had always been playful, always loved her fun, flirty and flighty and fervent in equal turns, and Sunny had never complained, never, not once, even when—

Even when I had never been so with him.

She had played with him, certainly, the innocence of childhood fueling so many excited expeditions, but now…

Dawn dropped her hand and looked at Sunny, still singing, his eyes closed as he moved his head to the song, his shock of hair swaying.

…now maybe she could start another adventure with him?

An adult adventure.

But only if he was down to dance to that tune.

Dawn shook her head, hoping if Sunny saw he’d blame it on the music rather than the minor case of shock she was suddenly experiencing. God, why had it taken her so long to realize this?

She looked at him again  and her sigh came out of her before she could stop it, full and heartfelt. Honestly, the question she should be asking is why did she take so long to notice Sunny was such a babe?

Although in retrospect, that group of giggling girls at that last gas station and how they had gazed at Sunny and the odd rash of irritation that had rushed over her probably should have been her first clue—

Sunny finished the song with a flourish, which Dawn gave its due applause, her heart hammering in time with her claps because oh God, oh my God, she’d just realized she might be legit crushing on Sunny for lord knows how long and—

A new song started, Whitney’s undeniable voice echoing over the sand, and Dawn immediately sat up, eyes wide. Of course!

Her beach chair scraped over the dry dirt as she got up, the movement making Sunny look at her in confusion, brow lowering over sweet brown eyes. “Wanna change the channel?”

“No,” Dawn said, and Sunny blinked as she beamed down at him, not caring about the sweat on her skin or the stinkin’ hot sand, not caring about anything else but him, him and her, here and now. Her voice was sweet and sincere, her smile pure and playful. “I wanna dance with somebody.”

Sunny’s eyes lost their squint, widening in surprise. “Is the heat getting to you, Dawn?”

“My heart’s getting to me,” Dawn replied, and with any other boy she would have screamed at letting such words loose, but with Sunny…with Sunny, she had nothing to fear, nothing to worry over. Don’t worry ‘bout a thing. “Took the stupid thing long enough.”

Sunny blinked again, looking as though the concept of breathing was soon to depart all together from his mind if something wasn’t done. Dawn offered him a helping hand, blue eyes meeting brown, and her voice was not a command, but a question. “Dance with me, Sunny?”

Because she wouldn’t take him for granted, she had never and she would never, even if this was just a crush, was just playing around, no commitment or anything holding them down, free to float on air and swing with songs—

And if that changed…

Well…like she said. No commitment. No rules.

Just playing with her best friend.

Sunny stared at her hand and then at her, and she could see him swallow, the soft bob of his adam’s apple so suddenly dear to her, every little thing about him was so dear now that she was seeing him—

Then he smiled, and not for the first time Dawn was struck by how appropriate his name was, it warmed her soul the way the actual sun never could, the brown of his eyes so bright and beautiful. “Always, baby girl.”

He rose then laughed, the sound soft and a bit embarrassed as he stepped to her. “We’ll just have to get creative in compensating for the height difference.” 

“And the heat,” Dawn added, grasping his hands in hers and letting her feet move her closer to him, the soft spice of his scent tickling her nose like it always did. “No super fancy moves necessary, it’s not like we need to work up more of a sweat.”

Sunny’s laugh was no longer any kind of embarrassed, and it sang through Dawn like the sweetest song. When they began to swing dance, the lessons her mother had taught them forever in their bones, it was so easy, so very easy. It was if they had always done this, had always been ready for this moment. No practice was needed with this kind of playing, no learning was necessary for this kind of love.

Just sweetness and song and sand and Sunny, Sunny-Sunny-Sunny—

He sent her out in a spin over the sand, the sunshine around them sent into a spiral, and Dawn’s head whirled as she twirled, her heart so happy.

She didn’t know and didn’t care about anything else in that moment, not about what this dance meant, not about what would await the two of them tomorrow once the car was fixed and Boggy and Marianne came back, not about what Dad would say when this road trip ended and they came home.

She was playing a whole new game with her best friend, and Dawn knew he needed no promises from her, no commitments or confinements.

Dawn knew he loved her, as much as she loved him, and knowing that…

That meant she didn’t have to worry about a thing.

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@jaclynglenn oh did I ever tell you your dads cool as fuck? Tell him thanls for the weed and smoke sesh sorry i had no dope didnt do it at the time and is he still in contact with the other members of Shania Twains band… you did know he was in her band didnt you. Parents dont tell kids shit anyways i hope hes ok he got robbed and everything when he was here and wasnt in good shape the last time i sae him. The rockstar “homeless” lofe style aint for everyone. (at Santa Monica, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ca8tFjXrFuR/?utm_medium=tumblr

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casual drugs talk -/

i love thinking about high school drug culture and how low quality and sad it is to me @ this point in my life. my friend michael used to talk abt this thing called “ghosting” or a ghost trick and how it meant you had to hold in ur breath while smoking weed until it didnt exhale as smoke anymore but was just clear. i dont live a single second of my life not on drugs anymore. i just did the ghost trick a second ago w a cigarette without even thinking abt it which is what made me remember that lmao. I remember when my sister was trying so hard in her 3rd year of college to learn how to french inhale a vape but i cant remember a time i didnt french inhale vape since high school like...i taught a friend how to french inhale a hookah a couple weeks ago and it was super fun!! i know living in this drug culture is probs bad for me but i lofe druges and this culture is just as supportive of ppl quitting them if they need to and i need 2 use my prescribed drugs which are way more intense and addictive just 2 function ..... lif is gr8

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I have to fake it, so I can make it

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sometimes!!! i just rrally dont c the point!!!

[letsseewheredemonsplay]

Growing Up With Shit

I'm not going to sit here and act like my life is f***ing perfect daisies sprouting from the ground. No, I'm one of the many f***ed up and misshapen weeds out there. Hell, I wish my lofe was a goddamn rose garden. It'd be so much easier. I like to think that I got lucky to have the life I did growng up. My mom always made sure I had everything, no matter the cost. She honestly would've given me the Universe if she could. She had so much love for me. I honestly never thought that a mother like her could never run out. She was the kimd of mother that all my friends wished they had. Honestly, I thought I was the luckiest kid in the whole Universe. That was until I grew up and saw her true colors. Her true demons that hid inside. Demons that I never knew she had until the dreadful day that I came face-to-face with them.