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knewheaven:
i can’t believe that in the last 24 hours i’ve let @croonedscars rope me into a sunday in the park AND she loves me au
u love me :))))))))
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pcssibilities replied to your post: pcssibilities replied to your post: ...
I AM WHAT I DO. WHICH YOU KNEW. WHICH YOU ALWAYS KNEW. WHAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PART OF
i am unfinished I AM DIMINISHED WITH OR WITHOUT YOU WE DO NOT BELONG TOGETHER AND WE SHOULD HAVE BELONGED TOGETHER WHAT MADE IT SO RIGHT TOGETHER IS WHAT MADE IT ALL WRONG FUCK U
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pcssibilities replied to your post: sunday in the park with george except donny as...
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pcssibilities replied to your post: sunday in the park with george except donny as...
“donny? hello, donny? there IS SOMEONE IN THIS DRESS”
I cannot divide my feelings up as neatly as you, and I am not hiding behind my canvas - I am living in it.
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sunday in the park with george except donny as george and julia as dot im fiNE
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knewheaven:
[2/20/17, 8:25:59 PM] cossette.: donny brings a dog home one day
[2/20/17, 8:26:02 PM] cossette.: “hi julia meet stick”
[2/20/17, 8:26:14 PM] nicole ツ: you named a dog stick?
[2/20/17, 8:26:46 PM] cossette.: yes
[2/20/17, 8:27:12 PM] nicole ツ: i’m breaking up with you
[2/20/17, 8:27:13 PM] nicole ツ: now
[2/20/17, 8:27:15 PM] nicole ツ: immediately
[2/20/17, 8:28:38 PM] cossette.: but ur late husband/my best friend told me to look after u
[2/20/17, 8:29:04 PM] nicole ツ: i can’t date a man who looked at a dog and thought
[2/20/17, 8:29:07 PM] nicole ツ: wow what a great dog
[2/20/17, 8:29:14 PM] nicole ツ: let’s name him stick
@croonedscars has reached a new level of meme-ing me when i make a typo
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the majority of my messages w/ @knewheaven tbh
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‘ i’m the BELLE OF THE BALL in my own little corner,
all alone in my own little chair. ‘
written by nicole. musical based. est. july of 2015.
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julia;
it hadn’t been easy for julia to join the donny nova band in the first place. while she was grateful that donny wanted to get together veterans for their band, it still wasn’t something that julia wanted to face. having to be face to face with men, men that michael had fought beside, who had made it out alive while her husband didn’t. it tore her apart inside every single day, but they needed to send that message to america. they needed to show the world what was happening to these men who were coming home. they were coming home completely different people – – – and all they could do was tell them that it would all get better. their reality was harsher than they knew.
but donny helped her cope with that loss. the band offered her a different kind of support than what anyone else had been able to. they knew, first hand, what she was going through. they didn’t offer the same ineffective words that all of her friends and family had. falling in love with donny just happened to be a part of that equation. julia knew that michael wouldn’t want her to dwell in her own sadness forever. she had over two years to mourn his loss and now she had to get on with her life. just because michael couldn’t live out his didn’t mean that she had to do the same. why should she kill herself in the process ?
julia let go of the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding the second he slipped his hand into hers. a tired smile found her lips as she gave his hand a tight squeeze. she was glad he decided not to fight with her on it this time. he needed to rest. it might not be easy for him to sleep, but the least he could do was try and let his mind take a break from working so much. he deserved some peace of mind and lord knew that julia would do anything she could to try and give that to him. ❝ good. ❞ julia murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead before she stood up from the piano bench. ❝ do you want some tea or anything ?? something to help you relax ?? ❞ she could only do so much to help, but she would be damned if she didn’t try.
there isn’t anything really that can help him relax these days - whiskey, his music, and well, her are about all there is that can even attempt to relax him. and even that isn’t enough, some days. but he’s getting better ( or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself ) and maybe one day, he’ll be back to normal. back to how he was, before the war. that’s all he can hope for nowadays. the success of his band, of the donny nova band, and for him to be better. to be back to how he was before. it’s like he’s split into two chapters; a before, and an after.
he knows she’s trying; that they’re all simply doing their best. she didn’t ask for her husband to die. that she didn’t want a side project to work on - especially not for a ghost to turn up out of the blue two years after michael’s passing. all she wants to do is help him. and yet, it’s not enough.
❝ it’s okay. let’s just go to bed. ❞ it’s not okay, and the two of them know that. it’s there, clear as day. he supposed he lucked out - finding julia. someone who understood him, and understood what he was going through. someone with empathy and could sympathize his situation ( someone unlike his parents ). ❝ thank you. ❞ he knows that’s not quite enough - that there are so many things he should thank for her - for not giving up on him, for starters, and yet, there aren’t enough words to express his gratitude and love for her.
#knewheaven#what the fuck is the english language#im literally doing this in lab sry this sucks#whoooooops
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DONNY NOVITSKI
spent four years in battle / i carry scars when i croon
as penned by cossette | est. aug 2016 | rev. jan 2017
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julia. he’s lived all his life with that name scrawled in loopy cursive on his collarbone all his life; an easy reassurance that he’s never alone - that there’s someone out there, waiting for him, someone for him. a tethering tie, pulling him back every time he had a too close encounter with death. but when michael had told him ( his BEST friend, michael ) to look after his wife julia if anything had happened to him, and had him PROMISE him once again on his deathbed, he couldn’t exactly say no.
besides, there were multiple julia’s in the world. it didn’t exactly mean that his julia was the same one that michael loved. and not everyone were fortunate to meet their soulmate. and he o w e d it to michael to fulfill his promise ;; he survived - michael didn’t. and well, it was better late than never, right? even if he was almost two years late. and so here he is, heart hammering in his chest - wondering if this is his soulmate or not. you only got to meet your soulmate once, after all, and well, there was still a chance that michael’s julia was his soulmate.
he’s been outside her place before - once or twice a month, at most, just a quick stroll around the block, a ‘check in’ ( so he’s not entirely not fulfilling his promise to michael ), trying to find the nerve to knock on the door. but today is different. today will be the day ( or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself ). the tributes to the troops contest was just announced, and that seems a little too much like fate.
❝ you’re ... julia?
@starseized
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knewheaven:
julia had felt this kind of exhaustion before. the kind of mental instability that made her mind race with all of the things that could have been. imagining this kind of life for herself had felt silly before. after losing michael, her hopes for a family of her own were wiped away until she was left with a clean slate again. julia never thought, in a million years, that she would stand over a crib, watching her own child sleep peacefully in their bed. without a single care in the world. but the one thing that she TRULY never thought would happen – – – was this all happening without michael. without her michael.
it had been donny’s idea after all, to name their son after her late husband. first husband. they had both agreed that it would offer them both comfort, rather than grief. their son would be named after the strongest and bravest man the two of them ever had the pleasure of knowing. still, julia felt this sense of guilt wash over her everyday. this wasn’t at all how she imagined her life, but she could help but wonder if michael would be happy to see her moving on.
closing the door quietly behind her, julia wrapped her arms tightly around her waist, shuffling into the living room. donny sat upright on the couch, julia’s notebook firmly in his hands as he scribbled notes into the margins. it seemed to be his favorite thing to do these days. especially since she had so much time to write before she gave birth. ❝ michael is finally asleep. ❞ her voice almost monotone, too telling of just how quickly her mind was racing. still, she sat herself down slowly beside him, wrapping her arms around his as she peeked over to see what he was writing down.
@croonedscars i hate you,,,,
he didn’t know what to do ;; how to help her - or michael, their michael. it seemed like all of his efforts were futile; that everything he did to help just WASN’T ENOUGH or wasn’t good enough. it had seemed like a good idea to name their child michael at the time; after his best friend, her first husband - that it’d be like a little piece of him was there with them on the daily, they could raise their michael to be just as strong and brave as his namesake. but all it seemed to be doing was bringing the two of them pain.
reminding them of the past, and of what hurt. he put her ( their ? it seemed to be a joint ownership; passed along from one person to the other - their most effective way of communicating these days ) notebook down, before wrapping his arm around hers. she had helped him with nightmares, with all of his ghosts and shell shock -- and it seemed like nothing he could do was helping her with well, whatever this was.
he had heard of the ‘baby blues’ -- the term usually following them was ‘neurotic’, followed by a series of treatments - shock therapy, drugs - none of which he wanted her to go through. whatever she wanted, was what he’d go with. anything. he didn’t know what to say; a mere ‘thank you’ didn’t seem sufficient. and so he went with the next best thing --
❝ missed you. ❞
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shesnipes:
This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this — please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.
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julia:
most of the time, julia didn’t know how to react to donny when he got like this. one little touch, one little word, ANYTHING – – – it could set him off. this was part of the reason they wanted to put their song out there. welcome home meant so much more, not just to them but to every soldier suffering from the same effects of the war that donny and the other boys did. it needed to be known that they weren’t responding well to the new world around them. the things they saw and the things they experienced, it was something they would never be able to get. there was no guarantee that things would go back to the way they used to be.
and losing michael was by far the hardest thing julia ever had to get through. he was the first man she ever loved, the man she wanted to grow old with and start a family with. they had planned a life together before that stupid war pulled them away from one another and took him away from her. but how could she mourn forever ?? it wasn’t fair to her and it wouldn’t be fair to michael, either. he wouldn’t want her to live the rest of her life wallowing in her own self-pity. and while perhaps moving on with his best friend wasn’t the most ideal thing – – – at least it was with someone michael trusted to look after her. and he certainly was.
there was a quiet sigh that left her lips. it wasn’t his music that had woken her, it was the sense of loneliness that she had felt beside her. heaven knew how long he had been up at this point. her fingers brushed carefully over the back of his neck as she took a seat beside him on the piano bench. ❝ no – – – no, you didn’t wake me. ❞ julia reassured him, her eyes falling to the piano for a moment as a solemn smile crossed her lips. he didn’t need to work himself into the ground now that the band was coming together. she could see it in the corners of his eyes, in the wrinkles on his forehead, when he was working too much.
❝ why don’t you come back to bed ?? it’s late. ❞ she coaxed as much as she could, but sometimes it was impossible to tear donny away from that piano. her teeth grazed the bottom of her lip as she sighed. ❝ i know it’s not easy to sleep but, you should at least rest. ❞ her head leaned carefully against his shoulder, her eyes falling shut for a moment. it killed her to know that there was nothing but vigilance and planning going on in his mind. that, even when he wanted to relax, he couldn’t. the war took away the old donny novitski and replaced him with someone different. but that someone different was still the man julia had fallen in love with, and she would be damned if she didn’t try and take at least a little bit of that weight off of his shoulders.
he had been promised that things would go back to the way they were in no time ;; that upon coming home ( he didn’t even know where home was, anymore ), he’d be able to settle back into old routines and carry about his daily life as if nothing had ever happened. but that wasn’t the case. at first, he had thought that there was something WRONG with him ( truth be told, he still felt that way -- what was wrong with him that he wasn’t able to fit back into the norm of society, the life that he had been satisfied with prior to serving? ). and then he had met the others.
the only thing that made his life seemingly more normal was the band, and with that, julia. he hadn’t meant to fall in love with her - had never meant to be another burden for her to carry. she had lost her husband ( his best friend ) and was still burying that grief and then there he was. an unwelcome visitor, someone who had pushed her out of her comfort zone to join his band, thrust her singlehandedly into the lives of other vets, others who had made it out alive. a constant reminder that her husband hadn’t, and a reminder of what she would’ve had to deal with if michael had made it home.
it was bad enough that michael was gone. but now? she had him to put up with too. the least he could do was try to give her some sense of normal, a warm body beside her. the least he could do was put on a face to hide all of this from her. fake it till you make it, right? maybe, faking it would be enough for him to make it.
❝ alright. ❞ he relents, slipping his hand in hers. he’s always been stubborn, one of his more prominent traits was always putting up a fight ( probably one of the reasons he was one of the few to come home ), and he’s sure that the lack of resistance will come as a welcome surprise. exhaustion is on her face, as much as it surely is on his. ❝ the both of us could use some rest. ❞
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starseized:
surprise doesn’t breech the surface of her expression, as she hadn’t been expecting any sort of new information to miraculously pass through donny’s lips. donny was always tight-lipped about this, about the things that bothered him to the core, and julia desperately wanted to do something to remedy this. he didn’t owe her answers, as much as she wanted to believe he did ( she had a right to know what happened to her late husband ), but just to get things off his chest would do him some good. so she nods a bit, and takes what she can get. an indefinite promise for a later conversation is better than an outright refusal.
“late sounds just fine,” she allows and offers a gentle smile, relenting to a subject change, “my day went well. nothin’ too exciting happened, as usual. how was yours?”
he’s grateful that she takes it, doesn’t push any further or press for more answers. the subject change, as mundane as it is, is more than welcome. it always is -- and somehow, talking about the most mundane things don’t even seem than mundane when it’s her.
“how was work today?”
had it been anyone else, he wouldn’t care, wouldn’t carry the slightest interest in how their day was or at the very least, how work was -- the usual is an answer he gets frequently from julia, and yet, he doesn’t mind it in the slightest.
“my day was just fine.”
he repeats, using the same tone that julia used previously. the two of them both know just how his day went ;; plagued with the same ghosts as usual, attempts at writing new tunes, and getting them new gigs.
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pcssibilities:
basics:
name: cossette
nickname: c, co, cos, coco, satan, satan bean supreme, butterfly, coscos, cosmos, etc.
where do you live: seattle
favourite color: grey
hair length: little past shoulder
hair color: black
eye color: black
siblings: none (dog?)
current profession: student / research assistant / homework club tutor / cashier at target
area of work/study: double major in social welfare & early childhood family studies, diversity minor; hoping to go to law school
are you under 18: nope
do you live at home: yes
music genre: musicals
movie genre: historical
this or that: bold your answer…
are you: single or taken?
are you: short or tall?
are you: shy, loud, friendly, quiet or avoidable?
are you: atheist, wiccan, christian, satanic, catholic, jewish, muslim, mormon, agnostic, jehovah’s witness, or not sure what you believe?
does your future profession have anything to do with: medicine, law, children, animals, education, or entertainment?
do your fears include: commitment, heights, death, needles, the dark, or thunder?
do you: laugh or stutter when you’re nervous?
do you: chew on pens, bite your nails or shake your leg?
do you: want piercings or tattoos? i’m good with what i have thx
do you: want to get married eventually, never want to get married or not know if you want to get married?
do you: want children eventually, never want children or not know if you want children?
have you ever: kissed someone who’s name begins with an e, t, l, j, m, or d?
have you ever: smoked a cigarette, smoked a cigar, or done hard drugs?
would you rather: live in the country or the city?
personal:
ever dyed your hair: nope
are you in love: with about 50 million broadway musicals and every dog on this planet
does someone like you: apparently : )
last time you really cried: earlier today
last person you texted: actual texting would be alyssa, skype would be amanda
last call to your phone: probably alyssa
last text message sent to a friend: “i want every dog on this planet”
have you kissed anyone in the last 31 days: nope
who can you go to with your problems: alyssa, amanda, nicole, sometimes my mom, sometimes friends from my cohort, sometimes rutuja.
ever cheated: nope
ever been cheated on: : )
do you like your body: depends on the day
favourite quote: real indecisive so shrug emoji
meet the blogger;
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starseized:
nightmares. though it’s curt, it’s telling enough. donny holds back so much, reigns so much hurt in, and it certainly isn’t for his well being. it pains her to know just how much he has welling up inside him, blistering his heart with aches and haunting his dreams to that point where closing his eyes for only a moment’s rest had been sworn off so absolutely.
and somewhere wrapped up in his closely guarded memories is the answer to the one question she has– what happened to her husband? but was it really her place to dig through his head to find it? was she really willing to push that far against this tired, weary man? how far could she press until it was considered cruel on her part to be doing so anymore? she didn’t know. she had no answers, no anything, and it was frustrating beyond belief. but looking at him now, she chose not to push that particular subject. donny didn’t wear exhaustion well, and concern nagged at her conscience too passionately to ignore.
she had work in the morning, but she couldn’t just leave him like this and not feel it weigh on her subconscious until she saw him again.
“how can i sleep now that i know you’ll be hunched over this piano all night? donny, please.”
he relents, knowing that he can go back to bed, with her, and slip out once she’s fast asleep again. it won’t take too long, and he could use the break anyways. he’ll simply just replay the notes over and over again in his mind, trying to find the perfect combination to their newest song. unlike him, she needs her sleep, she needs to take care of herself -- she has work in the morning, responsibilities.
the word hits him like a freight train, an unwelcome reminder that he’s simply spending his days sitting around, composing tunes to songs that no one wants to hear. that he should’ve done what his ma and pa told him all along ;; to give up on his musical dreams, and to get a real job. he’s nothing but a burden anyways. a burden to his parents, who had so readily told him to go get a real job, his own place, something -- and now, a burden to julia, who has to take care of him.
he closes the lid of his piano, sighing, prospects of getting a real job, a day job, on his mind. he’ll start looking tomorrow.
“to bed?”
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julia:
it wasn’t unusual for julia to wake in the middle of the night to find that donny was not in the same spot he was before. when tired eyes opened to meet the empty sheets of the bed, her heart ached. not because he was gone, but for the reason he was gone. all the nights she would lay there beside him as he tosses and turned, often screaming into the night – – – too plagued by the things he saw while he was away. peace of mind just wasn’t a concept that he knew. julia only wished she could take even the smallest part of that away from him, to give him the peace of mind that he so deserved.
tying her robe around her tightly, julia slipped out of the bedroom and out into the main part of the room. life seemed to be getting better despite losing the contest. after learning of the true intentions the producers had for their song – – – they were all content with losing. especially after seeing just how the other band had ended up in the end film. they had more songs to perform, more places to go. the donny nova band was far from over.
as the moonlight spilled over the glaze black piano, julia stood in the doorway and just listened for a moment. her eyes fell closed as she took in each note that he played. taking a couple of timid strides towards him, she easily draped a hand over his shoulder, careful not to frighten him by her presence. once she was sure he knew it was her, her arms slid around his neck and her cheek nestled into his hair. ❝ is that something new ?? it sounds beautiful. ❞
@homesickblues / @croonedscars whichever fckin’ account you want
they had lost the contest, but they had still gotten their name out there, received support in return, && wasn’t that what mattered? bringing awareness to the bullshit that he and his men faced coming home -- being told that before they knew it, it’d be just like it was before. before they had quite literally gone through hell && back ;; the injustice that they had faced upon coming home.
all he wanted was a GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP, a break ( a relief ) from all that haunted && plagued his thoughts ;; and yet, he couldn’t even get that. he wanted his friends back ( michael, back ), he wanted his family to understand that he wasn’t the same boy that he was four years ago ( the boy that they had raised ), he wanted people to know that he wasn’t alright. and he couldn’t even get that. was just a simple good night’s sleep too much to ask for? the whiskey helped. whiskey && the playing. composing was cathartic, he had played over there, releasing his pain, hurt and frustration into song instead of lashing out. after a while, the combination of the two would ease him into slumber -- or at least, give him a moment of rest.
he stiffened slightly at julia’s touch, unaware that he had woken her up yet again. he wasn’t sure he’d ever get over the fact that he had betrayed his best friend, that he had quite literally taken care of his widowed wife by making julia his -- not to mention that she DESERVED BETTER. she deserved someone who wasn’t bitter & troubled & hurting & someone who didn’t jump at every loud BANG!, someone who could provide for her and her family, someone who could at the bare minimum sleep through the night. julia helped too ;; she was intoxicating ( the drug of his choice ), his third coping mechanism.
❝ just something i’ve been working on. did i wake you? ❞
he knows the answer ( he’s not exactly QUIET when he’s composing ) but he wants some sort of reminder that this is okay, that she doesn’t mind. he can’t help but wonder if the day will ever come where he won’t be suffering, where he’ll be able to get through a night without waking up repeatedly. he wants to be told to come back to bed, that it’s okay for him to take a break, that the future of the DONNY NOVA BAND doesn’t ride entirely on his shoulders, even if it’s named after him.
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