@shadowcovcn ( Laszlo ) Sent A Meme For Stede :

🪐 — @shadowcovcn​​​  ( laszlo )  sent   a meme   for  stede   :

90  —  fool  by  djo   ▶︎

     ❝ JUST TELL ME  what to do  —  i always felt so foolish, anyway.  ❞

🪐 — MR. TEAGUE   for  sarah !

     TEAGUE’S HAND HOVERED over the incorrectly placed valve for a moment longer than was necessary before dropping back to his side. Perhaps he should have been more concerned that he had been caught. But if the kid really wanted to ruin his day she would have just marched over to the principal. He suspected he was already on thin ice. Finding out that their newly hired band teacher had no idea what he was doing would have surely been grounds for firing. By the looks of it, the student had no intention of snitching on him. Yet here she was, offering to help. While Teague wasn’t the kind of person to put his faith in the trustworthiness of others, especially a random teenager, he really didn’t have a choice. With a look of resignation Teague handed her the instrument, “ it’s Sandra, right? You play the saxophone, second chair. ” He watched with thinly masked interest as she began working on the trumpet. “ What’re you even doing wandering the halls?I thought lunch was supposed to be everyone’s favourite period.  ”

    ❝ IT’S SARAH, ❞  she corrects him, but her her tone is more curious than annoyed.  little awareness about the layout of a fairly basic instrument  &  he’s also bad at remembering the names of the relatively small number of students in the marching band ?  yeah, this guy definitely wasn’t a teacher.  or at the very least, he was brand new to the profession.  &  that observation combined with his accent  &  his habit of pushing the hawkins high dress code to its limits officially made the new band teacher the most interesting person on campus.  so maybe spending her lunch hiding out in the music room wouldn’t be so bad after all  —  even if it did include helping him assemble instruments.  ❝ yeah, well, it’s still better than algebra, ❞  she says, dropping her bag  &  sitting down cross-legged beside it on the tile floor.  ❝ but honestly, it’s just been a bit of a zoo out there lately.  &  i’m not interested in fighting for territory or finding a mate, so.  i thought i’d come in here to get some peace  &  quiet instead.  ❞  &  sarah sets the trumpet in her lap to slide the valve into place.  it’s a little sticky,  &  could use some oil, but at least it’s put together properly now.

tag drop for muses i have added since watching s*x education, bios tba this week ~

🪐 — @shadowcovcn​​  ( laszlo )  sent   a meme   for  nadja   :

87  —  private dancer  by  tina turner   ▶︎

      ❝ YOU DON’T LOOK AT THEIR FACES  &  you don’t ask their names.  you don’t think of them as human;  you don’t think of them at all. ❞

🪐 —  ROBIN BUCKLEY​  for  sarah !

        Sarah wasn’t somebody that Robin had ever really talked to much — and she was already questioning why that was. For all that plenty of them in marching band thought that they were above it all when it came to high school politics, most of the time they still separated into their own cliques, normally based on the instruments they played. As soon as someone from one section became romantically involved with someone from another ( as was the case with Leah and Tony ), it became all that anyone here wanted to talk about. They were all just as much victims to the system as the jocks and cheerleaders they purported to hate. “ Gross. I doubt any of them taste remotely like cake. ” Robin wrinkled her nose at Sarah with a faint laugh. She’d never even been curious to know what a proper kiss with a boy was like, but, thinking about it now, they probably all tasted of sweat and cigarette smoke and unwashed body odour. No thanks. Her smile widened as Sarah gestured towards the mac n’ cheese in front of her on the table. “ Yeah. Cafeteria food is way more like it. ” She glanced down at her own ham sandwiches, brought in from home. Mac n’ cheese day was always the worst. Her dad made far better whenever he was home. “ And yet people here seem to lap it up no matter how bland it is. ” She glanced back at Sarah and her uneaten meal, then, wondering whether she had anything else for her lunch. “ You can borrow one of my sandwiches if it’s really that bad. I mean, not borrow, obviously. You can have it. I always avoid cafeteria food on Thursdays. ”

    ROBIN LAUGHS JUST A LITTLE,  &  sarah can’t help but notice the way a few small creases appear across the bridge of her nose with the expression.  all at once, the sour look on her own face brought on by the unappetizing display at the other end of the table has all but melted away, the other girl’s smile contagious.  ❝ can’t blame them when it’s the only option, i guess.  but i personally think we deserve just a little bit better. ❞  given her lunch bag, it seems that robin had wisely thought ahead to spare herself the indignity of today’s cafeteria fare, choosing instead to bring something from home.  &  sarah is just making a mental note to herself to make a sandwich for herself before leaving the house next thursday, when robin offers one of her own.             ❝ oh.  um, i’m ok.  i had a big breakfast, ❞  sarah protests, but her stomach chooses that moment to loudly disagree.  &  when she glances back down at her tray, she knows that the sticky orange glob of already congealing pasta just isn’t going to cut it.   ❝ i mean, unless you really don’t want it. ❞  &  as she accepts the generous offering, pushing her tray aside in favor of unwrapping a ham sandwich, sarah finds herself wondering why she hasn’t really hung out with robin before now.  ❝ thanks — this is like, really nice of you. ❞   to not only remember to bring your own lunch on mac-n-cheese day, but also to be willing to offer half of it to someone who hadn’t, robin must be both smart  &  kind  —  a combination which was a real rarity amongst the students of hawkins high.  thoughtfully, sarah takes a bite of the sandwich,  &  as she chews, her eyes go wide.   ❝ oh my god, this is amazing, ❞  she says even before her mouth is empty, one hand raising as if to cover her bad manners.  ❝ did you make this ? ❞ 

🪐 — CHRISTINE DAAÉ   for  giovanni !

how her heart sings when she hears those words  ──────  better than any song she’s heard, than any fairy tail… she had thought the idea of belonging to another would chill her to the bone, resurface a pain she had worked so hard to forget…but with gio, belonging is easy… how perfectly she fits into the crook of his arm, how easily she eases into his side. like finding her first perfect pair of pointe shoes.

her head lifts, sweet chocolate hues admiring his stern and stubborn stare, a free hand lifting to touch his cheek, stubbled but smooth to the touch urging him close to catch the soft cadence of her voice.    ❝  ― but you like it here, don’t you?  ❞    christine questions gently, recalling the twinkle in his eye when he had first led her through the bar’s aching door. it had left her with a grin and brought a familiar flutter to her heart, his excitement far too infectious… fingers trickle down his neck and to the stray curl resting atop his shoulder, fixing it into place.    ❝  we should stay.  ❞

    HE FEELS THE NEED  to take care of christine, to act as a shield for her against all the worst of the world.  &  it’s not just her small stature  &  gentle heart that awakens the protective instinct within giovanni  —  he knows that christine has been treated badly before, been exposed to dangerous people, put in unsafe situations.   &  he never wants to do that to her.  whether he likes the bar or not, her safety is always the most important thing.                   &  yet, her fingertips resting so softly against his cheek makes him pause, his dark eyes connecting with hers.  ❝ yeah, i do like it here, ❞ gio admits, though he knows that his experience of these kinds of rock-&-roll spaces is very different than hers.  a girl like her is more accustomed to stage lights than shadowy dive bars,  &  that is clearly where she belongs.  but in spite of the unpleasant altercation she’s already endured here, christine does seem ok, like she still really does want to stay to hear the band.  &  giovanni lets his arm curl tighter around her waist, bending his spine down low so he can touch his forehead against hers.  ❝ only if you’re sure.  you’ll be safe here.  no one will hurt you, i promise.  i’ll make sure of it.  i won’t let you out of my arms all night. ❞