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hudsondrake​:

𝐖𝐇𝐎: hudson drake & OPEN​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓:​​ hudson likes to harass teens @ the record factory <333 employee of the month if u ask me!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the record factory, baby!

“Aht, aht, aht!” Hudson chided, leaping off the counter that was at the front of the Record Factory and beelining immediately for a teenager who had decided to help themselves to the records in the store. The Record Factory had gems, like fucking rubies and sapphires, on their shelves. There weren’t many, but they had a groovy online system so they could ship off their diamonds to more valuable buyers than the next teen girl coming in for the newest Harry Styles album. You know, real vinyl collectors. He snatched the 45 out of the kid’s hand and held onto it like it was his child. “Do you know what this is?” The kid shook his head. Typical. “This is a fucking mint condition The Prettiest Star 45 rpm. Your grubby little hands are on hundreds of dollars of pristine gold. Do you realize that?” The kid shook his head again. 

“Get the hell out of here or go over to the new releases where you belong. I’m sure there’s a new shiny Drake or Logic record over there that you can fondle all day long.” Hudson waved his hand over to the front of the store where all the new shit was. When the teen scurried off to the front of the store, Hudson turned his head, snatching up another record to play over the sound system. Aladdin Sane. He returned to his little spot behind the counter, pulling the record out of its sleeve, and replacing it with whatever had been previously playing. Watch That Man began playing and Hudson looked at the nearest person to be the subject of his rambles. 

“Shit on a brick, I love this song.” He said, snapping his fingers and pointing at said person. “You fuck with Bowie?”

rory was and always had been a creature of habit, clinging onto to her little comforts and finding her comfortable spaces. ever since moving to sunset hills she’d often found the halls of the record factory far more comfortable than her industrial studio, especially as she watched clementine work and settled into the bean bag squashed into between the folk and punk sections. she’d come for the records but mostly stayed for clem. she crossed her legs over one another settling back boneless into the wall as the sounds of david bowie’s croonie crackled nearby. it wasn’t easy to live in a new place, even somewhere only a few hours from her own town, but music was eternal and constant no matter where you went. there would always be siouxsie and the banshees, and the smiths, and fleetwood mac, they were such perennial figures of music that would follow her regardless of where she was or who she had become. 

she quirked an eyebrow up at hudson, caramel skin gleaming in the low fluorescent lights of the store. “jesus hud, you could have been a little scarier i don’t think he shit his pants fast enough.” their friendship had come mostly by proxy but was entertaining nonetheless. “of course i fuck with bowie i’m not an animal. but you should have put on hunky dory.”

#ft. hudson drake. #━━ ⟢ AURORA BAHANDI ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ THREADS.

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for: open!

location: the sunset hills public library 

“i’m sorry you cannot seriously sit here and say to me that you think any fantasy novel series is better than lord of the rings.” rory’s face was aghast, affronted by the horror of someone believing that anyone had bested tolkein. the streetlights surrounding the library had dimmed to a warm amber color and in its last thirty minutes of operation the library was ghostly silent. rory glared from behind her coke-bottle round glasses and wrapped a hunter green cardigan a little tighter around her frame. “i mean there’s just no possible way. middle earth as a whole is one of the most compelling fantasy worlds out there, the original fellowship of the ring on their own are such an emotional core that i don’t think any series has replicated. i mean it created the blueprint for the kinds of pathos we see in fantasy novels to this day!”

#sunsetstart #my little nerd <3

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#ft. clementine rhodes. #━━ ⟢ AURORA BAHANDI ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ MUSINGS.

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( maris racal , cis woman , she/her , twenty-four ) ⸒ a little birdy told me AURORA “RORY” BAHANDI just moved to sunset hills . have you met them yet ? i heard them driving down the street playing TO HAUNT, TO STARTLE by PENNY AND SPARROW , they sounded a little pitchy but they had the spirit ! must be their favorite or something . hey … it looks like they just moved into MIDNIGHT PARK . have you heard about what they do for a living ? someone told me they’re a LIBRARIAN / ASPIRING WRITER , but who knows if that’s even true . guess we’re just gonna have to wait and see . nervous ? don’t be , i think you’re gonna get along just fine ! i can’t wait to see what they get up to .

hi all! i’m vee and this my baby rory! pls come love her. 

tw for death and grief 

when rory was born, the population of ojai, california went up by two, becoming a cool 6,324 as she along with her twin sister lindsay came into the world red-faced and screaming

her family was particularly the closest kind, sunday night pillow forts and friday and eating her mom’s adobo, listening to her dad’s records 

her family was a light, not without their problems, as all families are, but still enough for her

rory was a social animal growing up, she spent her weekdays playing volleyball and getting ice cream after school, often dragging lindsay along with her. 

she also found charm in her own quiet moments, reading every novel she could get her hands on or just whatever she picked up from the local library 

performing as rory got exhausting sometimes keeping up that constant state of energy and magnetism, this was when she would retreat to the library reading books and imagining another life for herself 

it was easy to figure out what she was going to do with her life relatively. there was nowhere she was at peace as much as the library, so she would be rory publicly, and aurora privately in the comfort of the library stacks 

the desire to write the next great american novel however came in her sophmore year of high school after signing up for a creative writing elective 

writing quickly became an outlet for all the things she felt unable to say, for someone so quickly distracted sometimes having a thousand thoughts a minute felt all too much 

the manuscript she’s working on now she’s been pounding out since her senior year of high school, despite it’s completion she still mulls over its imperfections editing and rewriting chunks 

though arguably she’s mostly looking for an excuse not to submit it to any publishing houses because she’s terrified of rejection 

it seemed like she had her entire life ahead of her to be so full of joy but all things must come to an end eventually 

two years ago her sister lindsay graduated college with a bachelors in biomedical science. though overjoyed rory had caught a nasty case of strep throat and was relegated to her bed for the week 

though as lindsay embarked she’d promised she’d bring leftovers from dinner with their parents. that was the last time she would ever see her, or the rest of her family 

in the blink of an eye her family was there and then they weren’t 

it wasn’t until aurora was watching the steel corpse of their minivan being pulled away by a tow truck that it clicked. she was alone 

the grief was overwhelming, she felt like she was being eaten alive. family flew in from the philippines to help with the funeral but rory was a husk of a person, body acting on autopilot just to sleep 

everywhere she turned they were reminders of her family. for two years she wallowed in her grief barely getting by until the pitying looks and the memory of it all became too much 

a month ago she sold her parents house, stuffed was little belongings remained into a uhaul truck and moved to sunset hills 

the anonymity was intoxicating, here nobody knew her story, nobody even knew her name. 

she’s not quite the rory she used to be, she’s still figuring out who she is after everything, and trying to make a life here despite it all. 

#queued

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Two lovers entwined pass me by And heaven knows I’m miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job And heaven knows I’m miserable now

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Maris Racal without makeup grwm ala vogue! | vlog by maris racal

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Marianne Moore, from The Handbook of Heartbreak: 101 Poems of Lost Love and Sorrow; "Roses only"

[Text ID: “your thorns are the best part of you.”]

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“I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.”

— Lora Mathis, If There’s A Way Out I’ll Take It (via thequotejournals)

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Little Women (1994) dir. Gillian Armstrong

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I like observing people. I like looking at things.

Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via wordsnquotes)

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rory tag drop !!!

#━━ ⟢ AURORA BAHANDI ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ VISAGE. #━━ ⟢ AURORA BAHANDI ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ THREADS. #━━ ⟢ AURORA BAHANDI ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ ANSWERS. #━━ ⟢ AURORA BAHANDI ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ PLAYLIST. #━━ ⟢ AURORA BAHANDI ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ MUSINGS.