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🪐 — lil starter for  @immobiliter​  ( naomi )

        ❝  THEY DIDN’T HAVE ANY JAMESON,  so i got you a jack daniels.  their selection was  pretty shit. ❞  brian has to half shout to be heard over the the aggressive music, his hands already a little clumsy as he pushes a whiskey glass into naomi’s hands. the fake id brian had scored works better than the  attitude  he usually uses to get what he wants  — not that they even seem to  care  in a place like this. the floor is sticky, the music is fast-paced  &  angry,  &  the bar is so dark he can only see shapes of the people around him.  it’s nice, in a way;  at least it drowns out his own thoughts, especially once he starts sipping from his own glass, one arm thrown over naomi’s shoulders. ❝  what do you think of the band, babe ? ❞

🪐 — naomi hawkins​ : 

       The liquor selection was shit, the music was loud, the floor felt sticky even to the soles of her sturdy combat boots, and yet to Naomi it was all simply part of the charm of the moment. Sneaking out with people who were decidedly not her college friends, using fake IDs to buy alcohol and enjoying a night out away from campus and sororities and all that other nonsense. Viv would be proud, even if she’d turn her nose up at the music being played. “ It’s all we can afford, right? ” she laughed, shrugging as the glass was handed to her. Lazily, she leaned in as Brian slung an arm around her shoulders. She’d scold him for the presumption later. “ The more I drink the better they sound. You managed to score a gig here yet? ”

                THE ALCOHOL HITS HIS SYSTEM FAST, cheap whiskey admittedly no worse than good stuff once it’s down the hatch.  &  brian can already feel his blood rushing a little faster, his heart pulsing along with the music’s racing bassline.  ❝ i mean, it’s good enough to get drunk on,  &  that’s what matters, right ? ❞  he acquiesces, raising his half-empty drink in a kind of mock toast, clinking his glass with hers. he notices absently that naomi has’t pulled away, still tucked neatly under his arm, even leaning against him a little,  &  mentally takes note of her willingness to be close as a small victory.  &  she’s right as well — with every sip, the loudly thrashing band on stage seems to get a little bit better. so he keeps sipping, his free hand trailing casually over naomi’s arm. ❝ not yet — gio’s been sending our tapes around to all the cool bars to try to get us some better gigs. it’d help if we had a regular singer though. hard for bars to book a band with an incomplete lineup, you know ? ❞

🪐 —open prompt  sent by  @immobiliter​  /  robin                        ❛ wish i didn’t care .❜

      TOWNS LIKE HAWKINS COULD FEEL LIKE A CAGE  for those who didn’t easily  fit into the established mold. birdie knew far too well the uncomfortable sensation of not belonging in a close-knit community like this one.  &  folks around small towns could be mean to anyone who was the slightest bit different  — especially high school kids. it was one of the reasons that she kept the art room door open during her lunch period: any of her students were welcome to come in  &  eat with her if they couldn’t brave the cafeteria for any reason, or if they just didn’t have anyone else to sit with.                                           robin had been taking her up the offer more often lately. birdie didn’t mind; she was grateful for the company, in fact. even if robin didn’t want to talk about it, it was just nice not to eat alone. but she also can’t help but worry about her student.  &  birdie doesn’t really know what to say  — doesn’t want to push her to talk about it — but she wants to help, however she can. ❝ it’s not always a bad thing to care, ❞  she says, her eyes downcast as she slices an apple into neat eighths.  ❝ but you’ve also gotta remember for your own sake that not everyone’s opinion is worth listening to. ❞

🪐 — ROBIN BUCKLEY  for  birdie !

       She always did a good job of pretending; to her mom, that academic attainment and securing a future miles away from Hawkins was more important than friends; to her fellow band nerds, that it didn’t matter that they’d never be cool enough to sit with the cheerleaders and the jocks, that it was way more interesting to talk about the nuances in playing forte as opposed to fortissimo than it was to talk about who’d been caught making out behind the bleachers this week, anyway. That second statement was admittedly true. But Robin knew for a fact that her life would be easier if she was sat at that table. If talking so passionately about musical theory got her social respect instead of social ridicule.

        “ Oh, I know that. There are so many people here in Hawkins whose opinions should not be allowed to exist, let alone listened to. ” Robin spared Miss Birdie a quick glance as she spoke, but something about her art teacher always put her ease when it came to expressing her opinions, no matter how much they went against the status quo. Whether it was her eccentricities or just her sense of style, there was something very un-Hawkins about her. It was what had drawn her to this classroom during her lunch breaks on multiple occasions now. Here, she could be more herself. At this point, her fork was all but playing with her food, as opposed to helping her eat it. “ But it’s just… frustrating, you know? That those people don’t realise how small-minded they’re being — or worse, that they realise it and don’t care. ”

     HARSH THOUGH THEY MAY BE,   robin’s words still bring a subtle smile to her lips.  so many people whose opinions should not be allowed to exist.  though it had been a long time since she had fled her own tiny hometown, birdie could still remember the feeling of suffocating, the insufferable itch to escape the life that you had been given  &  make one of your own, no matter what it may cost.  towns like hawkins wanted its children to think such freedoms were impossible, but birdie knew better.  &  it seemed robin did too  —  without even needing to be told, she seemed to carry the awareness that there was so much more out there for her than could possibly be found within the hawkins town limits.                       ❝ small towns tend to breed small minds.  especially since most of the people who live here have never known anything else. still, that doesn’t make it any easier for those who might see things a little bit differently. ❞  a frizzy lock falls from the messy pile atop her head, precariously held in place with two pencils pushed through the twist,  &  birdie sweeps it absently behind her ear.  ❝ but i know it’s still hard.  try not to listen to those people, if you can hep it.  &  keep a look out for ways to make where you are now just a little bit better. ❞  even the hawkins art room itself had been small  &  unbearably empty when she had first taken the job over, but by now it was crowded with birdie’s own personal touches.  the brick has all been papered over with all manner of paintings  &  prints,  a series sun-catchers made of dyed shards of glass hang in a row from the ceiling, sending specks of light spinning around the walls,  &  the windows are covered in an abstract tissue-paper pattern that turns the light filtering in from outside into kaleidoscopic pools of color.  from such a bland little room, birdie thinks she’s managed to make a rather beautiful little space. ❝ &  remember, you don’t have to stay here forever, if you don’t want to.  have you given any thought to what you might want to do after you graduate ? ❞

🪐 — NAOMI HAWKINS  for  brian !

         Right. Naomi clinked her whisky glass against his in agreement. Sometimes it didn’t matter about the taste, only that its price to alcohol content ratio was favourable to getting her drunk and suitably drowning out all of the problems of the day. And, in a rundown, dingy bar like this one, the pounding of the music from the live band helped with that too. It was loud and angry and gave her something to focus on that wasn’t her own thoughts — at least, until the cheap whisky started to kick in. “ Have you not tried putting up posters for open auditions or something? ” She pulled away a little to turn and look at him, a lazy grin slowly spreading across her face. “ You know, thanks to Viv I can sing a mean showtune. Probably not the vibe you’re going for, but I’ll have you know it takes a certain kinda person to belt out Cabaret in front of all her theatre friends and sound good doing it. ”

    HE’S BARELY LISTENING,  at least not until naomi tugs out from underneath his arm  &  he fixes her with an affronted look. the truth was that giovanni made all the big decisions for the band, not him. &  brian didn’t really care as long as he got to be there on stage, a little above everyone else, all the people in the crowd gazing adoringly up at him.  ❝ showtunes, huh ?  yeah, i definitely don’t think that’s our sound, dollface, ❞  he replies, his shoulders shaking with laughter.  &  yet, though it’s kind of a funny thought, he can also sorta see it :  him  &  gio wih their instruments, flanking not another rocker dude like them but naomi, all dolled up  &  singing to the crowd. ❝ but... if you think you could rock it, you know, give yourself a whole punk makeover  &  learn some of our songs, then maybe we’d let you give it a shot on stage with us sometime. ❞  it really wasn’t up to him in the end, but the more he thought about it, the more the idea of adding naomi to their lineup was kind of intriguing.  &  brian leans his head down  &  cocks it to one side, matching her grin almost like he’s posing some kind of challenge.  ❝ having a babe like you up front would definitely keep the bar drunks interested in the show, if nothing else. ❞

🪐 — INBOX CLEANUP /  @immobiliter​  as  villanelle  sent to  katiana  : 

                   ❛   yeah,  you’re  living  the  life .  ❜

     ❝ YOU MEAN WE ARE, ❞  katiana corrects.  &  she gives a cool smile, interlacing her arm with the other woman’s as they stand at the terminal gate with brand new matching designer luggage sets in hand.  the flight crew is preparing her father’s jet for boarding,  &  they will be the only two passengers on the flight.  &  though they had only just met, katiana saw no reason she shouldn’t act as though they were  the best of friends already.  not that she knew what it was like to have such a thing in reality,  but she imagined that a trip like this would be much more fun with someone like that at her side.                         but in her experience, travel companions were girls she had never met, usually just above her own age,  &  the assumed daughters of the various high-ranking men in her father’s political orbit.  katiana privately thought that they might be secretly there as glorified babysitters  —  paid off to report back to her father about her behavior while she was abroad  —  but to voice it aloud would color the trip with a tension that would undoubtedly cause stress wrinkles in her flawless skin.  no, if this was meant to be a vacation, then denial was far preferable.  so why not lean into the act ?         ❝ you’re  flying with me now,  so you can consider it  our life  for as long as you stick around. ❞  that was the deal, wasn’t it ?  it certainly didn’t seem like her companion actually wanted to be there.  which katiana actually thought was a little insulting.  after all, what kind of person would turn their nose up at a month at a shared luxury villa on the italian coastline ?   ❝ have you ever been to italy before ?  it’s stunning, you’re going to absolutely fall in love with it. ❞

🪐 —  @immobiliter​​​   sent   A MEME  :

❔ i challenge you to come up with some muse pair ups we haven't already talked about lmaooo

       CHALLENGE ACCEPTED LOTTIE !  you know when i said i wasn’t going to stop until i have something with every single one of your fantastic muses, i meant that.  so !  without further ado, here are just  some  of the muses from your list that i still need to collect,  &  who i think might vibe well with them based on some very initial thoughts :

● emma woodhouse  —   with  birdie  as her art tutor in her own canon,  or with  margaery  as a friend in either her canon  or  modern verse,  or with  stede  as a potential suitor for either emma or her sister ( it does not go well ) in her caribbean verse !

● jamie fraser  —  could be fun with  melisandre  in his asoiaf verse,  or with  miranda  in his caribbean/pirate war verse,  or with  carlisle  when jamie is in carolina maybe ?

● jude varney  —  might be fun for jude to meet either  margaery  or  katiana  during his schooling timeline !

● martha jones  —  she’s a doctor...  carlisle  is a doctor... need i say more ?

● morgana pendragon  —  i just have this feeling that she would be amazing with  howl  somehow some way,  &  he could easily be adapted to her canon.  or maybe  melisandre  would be an interesting addition for when morgana is in her revenge era ?

● rachel kinsley  —  maybe she would be fun with  stede,  &  it could be pretty easy to get them together since she’s a smuggler !

● ruth keegan  —  she should absolutely meet  steve  in her stranger things au, js.

🪐 — AIMEE GIBBS​  for  rae !

            “ Yeah, yeah, ‘course. ” Her voice was distracted, eyes glued to her phone screen, but she did take a moment to glance over at her new partner in this English lit project and offer her a sweet smile. What was her name — Rae? Rachel? She didn’t hang out with the Untouchables, but then very few people were ever allowed to be in their orbit, and instead were just the topic of their ridicule. She seemed nice —- and smart. Aimee lowered her phone and turned fully to face her. “ It’s just… don’t you think that lesson was really hard? And this joint project… shit, I don’t feel like I took any of that stuff in. Kyle just texted me to say he’s smoking weed ‘round the back of the bike sheds and I really wanna join him for some first to help chill out a bit, you know? You can come with and then we can just head to the library after that…? ”

    IT’S JUST HER LUCK  to be paired with an airhead popular girl instead of a teacher’s pet who would do all the work, or at least another normal kid.  but as aimee distractedly checks her phone, rae feels her eyes rolling in exasperation.  if the first impression is anything to go by, she’ll definitely end up doing most of the work on their supposedly partnered project.  ❝ i didn’t think it was that complicated.  it’s just shakespeare. ❞  she says, her tone betraying her irritation.  admittedly,  she hadn’t read  as you like it  yet herself, but how hard could it really be ?  aimee seems far more interested in taking a smoke break than finding out.                       &  rae is just considering marching straight back to ms. sands  &  demanding a new partner when the unthinkable happens  —  aimee gibbs, one of the untouchables, invites her, rae earl, to hang out with her.  ❝ oh.  really ? ❞  the shock at being included leaves her staring for a moment, blinking in disbelief.  but then she catches herself, snapping her lips closed  &  nodding enthusiastically, like she hadn’t just been annoyed at the whole idea.  ❝ i mean, yeah, alright.  that’s smart, actually.  we’ll probably study better when we’re good  &  relaxed, anyway. ❞  &  hearing it come out of her own mouth, it almost sounds convincing. 

🪐 — @immobiliter​  ( adam )  sent   a meme   for  rahim   :

67  —  stefania  by  kalush   ▶︎

       ❝ SHE LULLED ME TO SLEEP  &  she taught me rhythm.  &  my will can’t be taken away,  because she gave it to me, too. ❞

🪐 — @immobiliter​​  (  jackson  )  sent   a meme   for  ola   :

24  —  now  ( in space )  by  montaigne   ▶︎

            ❝  I KINDA FEEL INSANE,  but i’m not afraid.  it’s like the kind of thing where  it almost feels too good. ❞

🪐 — ADAM GROFF​  for  ola !

      “ Just have to keep on trying, don’t I? And… get better every day, I s’pose. ”

    THE LOOK OLA GIVES HIM  is bright with approval, an encouraging smile  &  a nod given as she places her hand on her friend’s forearm.  ❝ that’s right.  that’s all any of us can do, really. ❞  she hasn’t known adam that long, but already she’s seen a drastic change in him.  the truth is, he had already become almost unrecognizable from the sullen boy she’d met back when he first started working with her at brown’s.  ❝ everyone makes mistakes  —  what matters is that you try to learn from them.  &  i’m really proud of you, adam.  you’ve learned a lot lately.  you should be proud of yourself, too. ❞

      HIS EVERY WORD HITS HOME, & for a moment rae can only nod her head in utter shock. ❝ yeah, actually. i know exactly what you mean. ❞ it was almost unbelievable that jackson marchetti ( the swim team icon, head boy, & indisputable hunk ) of all people would struggle with anxiety. he always seemed so confident all the time, so unbelievably handsome & cool. but the symptoms of an impending panic attack are instantly recognizable — especially to someone who has firsthand experience with them. ❝ you're going to be alright. listen, just forget about it all for a second, close your eyes, & count to ten. slowly. it's something ti- something my friend showed me to do when everything seems overwhelming. it sounds strange, but it works. ❞ & rae reaches out to rest a friendly hand on his shoulder, hoping that the point of contact will help steady his breathing. ❝ here, i'll count with you, alright ? one ... two ... ❞

@musecraft​ ( rae ) sent a meme for jackson:

33. west end girls  /  pet shop boys

        “ Too many whispering voices. If, when, why, what… It just doesn’t fucking stop, you know what I mean? ”

🪐 — spotify wrapped memes : @immobiliter ( silver ) for izzy # 47 ▶ don't let him go by reo speedwagon

THE UNBROKEN HORIZON is an unwelcome sight, izzy's frown deepening as he scans for any sign of approach & finds none. ❝ how can we wait anymore ? ❞ he questions. despite the renewed sense of purpose he had found upon joining the fight against the crown, patience was not a virtue he'd been blessed with. & silver seemed to hold confidence their leader, near as he could tell. but in truth, izzy still wasn't certain what to make of the legendary captain flint & his ever-shifting plans to stoke the war. the uncertainty of it had left him feeling restless, mistrustful. ❝ i'm still wondering what it is we're even waiting for. ❞

🪐 — spotify wrapped memes : @immobiliter ( beidou ) for stede # 38 ▶ speed drive by charli xcx

THE SENSATION OF EYES ON HIM was not altogether unfamiliar — but to have the gaze be not judgemental & snide but instead adoring, affectionate, even admiring ? that was something stede bonnet was not yet used to. & he found himself positively preening under the attention, hero worship for the-man-who'd-killed-ned-low in no short supply. but there is one familiar face amongst the crowd that is not smiling. & his drunken pride takes offense to her clear distaste, will not let a slight to his swollen ego go unchallenged. ❝ i see you looking with that side-eye. ❞ he calls out, a hush falling over the tavern at his words. clearly, beidou still held a grudge against him from the last time their paths had crossed. ❝ wow, you're so jealous. ❞

🪐 — COWBOY CARTER : @immobiliter ( daniel ) for louis ▶ ❝ let me make myself clear. ❞

THIS WASN'T HOW the interview was supposed to go. there had been a plan in place — call the boy ( who was no longer a boy ) out to dubai for a second attempt, & do it right this time. make sure that he told only the story that louis wanted told. that was what he & armand had discussed ; it was why they had together carefully curated which materials daniel would have access to & which he wouldn't. it was one of the conditions of louis doing this at all. but now daniel wasn't following the script, & the timeline had begun to splinter & break wherever he touched it.

❝ you don't make things clear. you never make things clear. in fact, you seem to revel in doing the exact opposite. ❞ his voice was harsh, & even he could hear how petulant it sounded, like a child caught in a lie. but wasn't this what louis had wanted : to remember ? wasn't this why he had needed daniel instead of someone younger, someone new, to write his story ? ❝ i don't know, ok ? so stop asking. why does it matter if it was raining or not ? ❞

🪐 — COWBOY CARTER : @immobiliter ( misty ) for shauna ▶ ❝ i'm warning you, don't come for my man. ❞

SHE CAN ADMIT that they're all going a little crazy at this point, but misty is also definitely the craziest one of all of them. & right now, shauna is all hormonal & bloated & pissed off & just so not in the mood to deal with with the other girls' weird obsessive crush on coach ben.

❝ misty, gross, ❞ she says, pulling her face into a scowl. ❝ first of all, it's not coach's baby. & second of all, i'm not interested in him, ok ? you can have him, i don't care. ❞ & she almost says that coach definitely isn't interested in misty either, for the record, but she bites down on her lip before the words can come out. sending the other girl into an emotional tailspin won't help anything — it'll just make her freak out more. & shauna is busy with her own freak out at the moment ; she just has the good manners to keep it to herself.