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David Bowie and the Spiders from Mars performing "Moonage Daydream," 1973
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are you even a lead singer if you don't bother your guitarist incessantl- DAVID.
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Not to be unhinged about The Album again but if ‘but he thinks he’d blow our minds’ in Starman is Ziggy saying that the Starman isn’t willing to reveal himself to humanity quite yet because he worries humanity (and evidently three-dimensional beings as a whole, seeing as Ziggy is including himself in this) will be driven mad by their inability to comprehend him, then ‘and I’m busting up my brains for the world’ in Moonage Daydream, with ‘busting up my brains’ being pretty much synonymous with the literal meaning of ‘having (one’s) mind blown’, is Ziggy predicting the fact that he will meet the Starman and that he’ll show him things beyond normal comprehension (the bright future of Earth etc) so that he may become a messenger of hope for the greater good, hence ‘for the world’.
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coachbeards · 8 days
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You know i KNOW beard can play guitar, but they never showed us him playing the guitar bc then every other character would want to [redacted] him
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Guess who has two thumbs and just saw Ziggy live—
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sneak out | jess mariano
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PAIRING — jess mariano x fem!gilmore!reader SUMMARY — minutes into your mother’s dinner party, jess suggests you sneak out through your bedroom window - and you can’t help but agree WARNINGS — fluff, jess and reader being ‘troubled’ teens, a bit of angst, reader venting WORD COUNT — 2,322 NOTES — the idea of lorelai having a teen that was just like her is so appealing to me idk why - also would you believe me if i told you i listened to yung gravy while writing the majority of this fic
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You weren’t sure which was worse - the dinner your mother was hosting, or the idea that you now had to put up with a whole night of Luke’s strange nephew, whom you’d never met before.
Of course, you loved your family to pieces, and you loved Sookie and Jackson; hell, sometimes you looked at Luke as more of a father than you did your actual dad, but having everyone together for what you knew would be at least a three course meal, under one roof, with Luke’s mysterious nephew from New York, just felt draining.
So, to preserve what little social battery you had left for the day, you decided to spend the time between school and dinner in your room upstairs with a good book and a cd playing from the player that sat on your dresser at a low volume. You had to change the cd twice, first from one of your mothers Bangles cds to a Smiths one, but just as you were enjoying the beginning of David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust album (and nearly finishing up your book), did you hear the clanging of pots and pans from downstairs, as well as Sookie and Jackson’s lighthearted bickering.
You managed to bury yourself back into your book, one leg crossed loosely over the other outstretched one as you half-sat, half-laid on your bed, being mindful of your shoes so as to not get any dirt on your covers.
From downstairs, Jess was wandering around the Gilmore home as everyone else did whatever they were doing in the kitchen, internally monologuing and half-mocking their decor. He’d met Rory already, and she seemed like a nice enough girl. Enjoyed books. But he had yet to meet the third and final Gilmore girl, who so far had only been mentioned. However, as Jess scanned the various photographs on the mantle, he could hear the faint guitar of Suffragette City emanating from somewhere upstairs.
After peeking down the hallway to make sure no one was watching, Jess smirked and snuck up the stairs, into what was surely off-limits territory for someone like him. Still, he took the stairs two at a time and stealthily, managing to avoid all the places that would creak in a house like this one, despite never stepping foot inside beforehand. He followed the music down the hall, past some more paintings and pictures, to another bedroom. The door was open, and he was able to take a look inside. Posters covered most of the wall, leaving little space to show off the paint beneath them. Bookshelves occupied the wall right beside the door, and similarly to Rory’s room, they looked stuffed to the brim with books.
On the bed, facing him, was the person he assumed to be the final Gilmore girl - Rory’s twin sister. He watched intently, scanning every feature of your focused face as you scanned the final pages of the book you were reading. How your brow furrowed, eyes locked on the ink before you. The way the foot that hung off the edge of the bed was moving to the beat of the song.
Once Jess had decided that he’d been watching you long enough to constitute stalking, and how that was probably extremely creepy, he nudged the door open with a creak and stepped inside, clearing his throat and pulling his lips into a slight smirk. “Hey there, Ziggy.”
At first, you thought that your mother was finally calling you down to dinner, until you heard the unusually male - and entirely unfamiliar - voice come from the body in your doorway. Tucking a receipt into your book to mark your place, you glared over at the boy standing in your room with his hands behind his back, smugness rolling off of him in waves as he admired your room.
“You’re Jess, aren’t you.” Your flat tone seemed to amuse him.
“How nice, you already know my name. I’m flattered.”
You watched him as he walked around your room, over to the window where your desk was, trying to figure him out as he peeled back your curtains. “It’s impossible to not know someone’s name in this town, even someone who’s only been here for 28 hours.”
He chuckled. “Nice one, Ziggy. Now tell me, why aren’t you downstairs with the rest of the freakshow? I mean, they are your family, after all, aren’t they?”
You pretended to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. “Sorry to break it to you, Mariano, but I’ve been banned from the freakshow. Apparently having apathy toward any sort of Gilmore humour is forbidden, and they’ve locked me away forever.”
“Aw, so sorry to hear that.” Jess mocked, placing a hand over his heart with an exaggerated pout. “I can’t believe they shunned such a ray of sunshine.” He smirked at your rolled eyes. “No, really, you must be a real treat at parties.”
“Quit it, Mariano. Is there a reason you came up here or did you just want to cause enough trouble to get kicked out of our beloved Stars Hollow? Because if so, you came to the right girl.”
Jess’ brow quirked. “Really?”
“Yeah,” you heaved a dramatic sigh, slipping off your bed to walk over to Jess. “But it’s like… 9pm on a Wednesday. In Stars Hollow. Even if I wanted to cause trouble, and I don’t, because I did enough of that at school today, there’s nothing to do. Everyone’s asleep, and I’m pretty sure our 24-hour mini-mart closed like, half an hour ago.”
Now it was Jess’ turn to roll his eyes. “Your sister said that already. Is there seriously nothing to do here?”
“Nope.” You shrugged, just as a thought came to mind. “Well… there is one thing…” Jess’ eyebrows raised at the prospect of having something fun to do, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not anything revolutionary, you know.”
“Still, give me something, anything, to get us out of here, Ziggy. I’m begging you. I’m being suffocated by the stale air of suburban life.”
You nodded, tapping your fingers on your thigh. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you gotta do one thing for me.”
“What is it? I’ll do anything, I swear.”
“Stop calling me Ziggy.” You said. “It’s a stupid nickname, and although I admire the fact that you listen to David Bowie enough to come up with a nickname like that one, I hate it. Call me by my actual name.”
“Well I would, if I knew it.”
“My mother never told you my name?” You asked with a raised brow. “She never shuts up about me and Rory, I’m surprised you never caught it.”
“Apparently, I didn’t. It seems she likes talking about Rory more.” Jess shrugged. “At least, around me she does.” He barely caught the slight sag of your shoulders, the drop in your demeanour, before you picked it back up and smiled.
“Well, Jess. I’m Y/n. Y/n Gilmore.” After a pause, you looked around and snagged a sweater from the chair in the corner of your room. “Now, if you’ll follow me, let’s go have as much fun as we’re able to in Stars Hollow at night.”
Jess waited impatiently behind you as you unlatched the window by your desk and pushed it up, slipping through and holding it open for him. As he clamoured out, you grabbed the rock underneath the window and placed it on the windowsill, lowering the window so you’d still be able to get back in later.
You could still hear the tail end of the album playing as Jess looked around.
“How are we supposed to get down?”
“The trellis, obviously.” You said, carefully making your way across the porch’s roof to the trellis right next to the kitchen window. “Just don’t make much noise, this thing is right next to the kitchen’s window and if we get caught we’re screwed. Follow my lead, and run when you hit the ground, got it?”
“Got it.”
Scaling down the trellis was basically second nature to you, but you made sure to look up every once in a while to make sure Jess was doing okay. He seemed to be, which comforted you somehow. You waited at the bottom for him, making sure to stay out of view of the window to the kitchen and the edge of the porch, which were on either side of the trellis, and could possibly get both you and Jess grounded.
When he landed, he looked at you, and a dish clattered in the kitchen. You both snapped to the window, then back to each other. On instinct, you took his hand and ran toward the woods.
“Where the hell are we going?!” Jess whisper-shouted.
“Relax!” You whisper-shouted back, slowing to a stop as soon as you were hidden in the tree line. “We’re not going into the woods, dumbass. What do you think would’ve happened if we waltzed out in the open in front of the living room window?”
Jess only sighed and nodded, letting go of your hand. He let you lead him through the trees, keeping the light of the house close to you, walking around the garage and past all the cars, waiting until Babette’s house was out of sight until you stepped back onto the road.
The walk was calm and quiet, crickets and the breeze occupying you instead of chatter. After a while, when you were beginning to reach the town centre, Jess spoke up. “So, what now?”
You shrugged. “Not sure. Usually I head to the lake, bring a book, or a cd player and some headphones. I don’t normally bring people with me, you know?”
Jess nodded, lips slightly pursed. The walk continued through the town, passing by shop after shop, all of them closed for the night. You had to admit, you weren’t used to taking walks like these, out in the open. Normally you’d find whichever path kept you out of the possible sight of the townspeople, a habit you developed after Taylor snitched on you to your mother after he caught you walking to the lake by the Inn when you were 12. Still, it was nice, and even if you were caught, you somehow didn’t seem to mind it.
As the buildings were fading again and you knew you were approaching the lake, you checked your watch. 9:27pm. You sighed, and Jess looked at you. Dropping your arm, you shook your head. “Almost 9:30. They definitely have to know something’s up at home. Probably sending out a search party by now.” You told him, before shrugging. “Or, you know, miraculously, they forgot we existed and are eating Sookie’s delicious no-allergen, fourteen course meal as we speak.”
Jess scoffed. “Yeah, right. Luke might not care that much, but Lorelai? She seems like the world’s most protective parent.”
“She is.” You confirmed, sitting on your usual bench, eyes following Jess as he sat next to you. “Trust me, I love her to death, but it gets annoying sometimes.”
“Yeah, well, at least you have a protective mom.” Jess’ hands gripped the edge of the bench, his body hunched forward, making him look small, ready to run at a moment’s notice. “Mine decided I wasn’t worth the effort. Shipped me off to this… circus show without so much as a ‘sayonara, kid.’ You’re lucky.”
You frowned. Everyone knew within the hour of him arriving in Stars Hollow that Jess was a troubled kid, but even troubled kids deserved parents that cared. He was right, though, you were lucky. It just didn’t feel like it.
“I know I’m lucky, Jess, but it’s not all rainbows for me, you know.”
“Oh yeah? How?” He scoffed. “You have the perfect life, Y/n. A mom that cares, a great twin sister - hell, even Luke sings your praises.”
“Luke sings?”
Jess rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“It’s not like that all the time, Jess.” You sighed. “My ‘great’ twin sister is, apparently, so great that she has all eyes on her at all times. My grandparents are always so proud of her for being so smart and planning this amazing, expensive, studious future - they’re planning on funding it, too, from the sounds of things. I just want to live, you know?” You kicked a rock with your shoe, avoiding Jess’ concerned gaze.
“And my mother seems more concerned about her wellbeing than mine, closer to her than to me. But somehow she wonders why I’m the troubled one. I mean, I act out, I barely go to that stupid prep school because it’s so suffocating, and I got an eyebrow piercing without permission instead of taking a calculus test last month, which I’m just getting out of that punishment. Everyone’s so focused on Rory and how seemingly great she is, I don’t even remember the last time I was appreciated for anything. And don’t even get me started on my dad.”
“Sounds like these freaks don’t know a good person when they see one.” Jess told you. “You seem chill. Adventurous, too. But just because you aren’t appreciated doesn’t mean you aren’t good enough.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “You too, Jess.” The world quieted around you for a moment, stars shining off the rippling waters of the lake. “But we don’t need to be good enough for them. Just good enough for us.”
He smiled, nodding once at you. Again, you appreciated the silence with him, watching the water or the sky. It wouldn’t be long until Luke and your mother found you both, you with your head on his shoulder and one knee bent to your chest, laughing quietly at a joke he told as you continued to get to know one another. But that was later. For now, you simply sat and watched the water, wishing the moment could last for the rest of your lives.
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yridenergyridenergy · 8 months
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HD scans from Burrn! vol. 22 - please do not repost anywhere and consider purchasing the magazine yourself. Photographer was Takao Ogata.
Die interview - translation notes below:
Die became interested in music all thanks to one event: he was invited by a senior in his first year of high school to a ZIGGY copy/tribute band concert. After watching that, Die already became determined to start a band and it was only then that he picked up an instrument, after junior high. At first, he took drums because there were too many people going for guitars. He played drums for three years. He bought a used drums set from the guy in the ZIGGY copy band for 35,000 yen.
He misses the time around 2000 when Dir en grey was constantly challenging each other to evolve and conquer more of the archipelago.
Die was invited to meet Marty Friedman backstage when MEGADETH performed at Nippon Budokan and he stayed to watch the show. In turn, Marty Friedman came to watch Dir en grey recently too. He found the relationship between the two guitars really interesting and particular. In comparison, Die was impressed by the metal sound of MEGADETH and how freely they introduce guitar solos wherever they want. In Dir en grey, they would find it embarrassing to do that, they don't want that kind of feeling in a song.
Die finds it weird that junior metal and metalcore bands are citing Dir en grey as an admiration/inspiration, because the band does not belong in those genres.
Apparently, Dir en grey stopped wearing makeip and more fancy clothes around Withering to death. Because they were touring in America, but he does not remember discussing with the other band members that they should stop using makeup. And then, as their discography kept growing, it just naturally felt like the songs' atmosphere was not right to simply stand there in a T-shirt anymore, so the makeup and costumes came back.
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WISH ME LUCK FOR MY GUITAR CONCERT 🎸 IM PLAYING ZIGGY STARDUST AAAAH
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brookbee · 5 months
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Mick Ronson of the Spiders from Mars — "Hang on to Yourself" guitar solo, 1973
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Heartwork- E.M. Pt. 5
I reference Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie in this part. If you haven't had the privilege of hearing it, you can find it here: https://youtu.be/Jr1lqs3QR0Y
Eddie helps you put together a bedframe.
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TW- Cursing, drinking
Pairings- Eddie X Reader
Word Count- 2,007
(Gif not mine, credit to owner!)
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Eddie walks you to your door when you get back to your apartment carrying your box of memories, and you unlock the door, opening it so he can come inside. He looks around at the sparsely decorated room as he sets the box on your thrifted coffee table. “This is nice,” He comments as you shut the door behind you. 
“It’s a work in progress. You should see my bedroom. I’ve been trying to put my bed frame together, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t give me all the screws,” You chuckle. Eddie raises his eyebrows. 
“Maybe I could help. I’ve been told I’m good with my hands,” You nearly choke at the words, a lightning bolt streaking through your body. Haven’t you been through enough mortification for one night? 
“Okay, yeah, sure,” You try to play it off with an incredulous laugh, but you can still feel the heat in your cheeks as you lead Eddie to the bedroom. As you flip the light switch, you hear him laugh behind you. 
“Damn,” he kicks a stray piece of cardboard, a lot of which is littered about the room, “you were really having a rough time with this, weren’t you?” You roll your eyes, scoffing at the mockery.  
“I told you! They didn’t give me all the screws!” 
“We’ll see about that,” Eddie muses, starting his quest of sifting through the trash. 
“Okay, well, while you do that, I’m gonna make myself a drink. You want one? I’ve got vodka and orange juice.” 
“Yeah, I’ll have one. Don’t give me a lot, though, I do have to drive home tonight!” He reminds you. You give a noise of recognition as you make your way to the kitchen. When you come back with the drinks a few minutes later, Eddie’s busy at work, reading the directions and putting pieces together. 
“Do you wanna listen to some music? I’ve got my tape player in this box over here,” You walk carefully across the room, not disturbing anything as you move to the half empty box across the room. 
“What tapes do you have?” Eddie asks, glancing up from the pieces of wood he screws together. 
“Um, I’ve got Foreigner, that David Bowie album that came out last year, Guns ‘N’ Roses, Aerosmith... Anything tickle your fancy?” You list the tapes as you pull them out of the box, putting them on the floor next to it. 
“Let’s do Bowie. I like that album.” You nod and pop the tape into the player, starting with the A side. You scoot across the floor to Eddie, whose head has started bobbing to the beat of the music. You watch Eddie work, taking sips of your drink here and there, your tummy starting to warm as you reach the bottom of the cup.  
“Okay, here, can you help me with this?” Eddie asks, grunting lightly as he stands up with one of the long pieces for the sides all put together. You oblige, taking one end and walking with him so he can screw it into place at the head of the bed. You hold it steady and watch his hands diligently work to attach the pieces of wood, watching the muscles in his hands move, admiring the glint of the numerous rings he wears on his long, nimble fingers. You flick your eyes away as he stands back up, not wanting to be caught staring. 
“You want another drink? I can just get you orange juice or--?” You offer, now that your cups are empty. 
“Yeah, I’ll take another one,” Eddie smiles lightly as he hands you his cup, your fingers just brushing his as you take it from him. “Thanks,” 
“Sure,” You turn and go make more drinks, and as you return, your favorite song on the album starts, and you can’t help but sing along as you sit back down across from Eddie, handing him his drink with a cheeky smile as you sing, “Ziggy played his guitar, jamming with Weird and Gilly,  and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand, but made it too far. Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s band.” 
“Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo, like some cat from Japan, he could lick em’ by smiling, he could leave em’ to hang...” Eddie continues with an easy smile on his face, “Came on so loaded man, well-hung snow-white tan,” You giggle as you both enter the chorus together, jamming out together. 
“So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls, just the beer light to guide us? So, we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?” You start swaying, the warmth of your drink starting to take a bit of affect now. 
You keep singing until the song is over, both you and Eddie getting more into it as the song goes along, and you laugh as you sing the last line with your arms out wide, “Ziggy played guitaaaar,”   
As Eddie gets closer and closer to finishing your bedframe, you start to doubt that you had been skimped on the screws, and of course, you hadn’t been. You help Eddie hoist the last piece of wood into its place and tighten it down, standing up to take a look at his handiwork. “It looks great,” You compliment, arms crossed as you admire your new piece of furniture. Eddie gives you a smug smile. 
“You know, this might just be my best work. And I do want to let you know that not only did you have all the screws,” He lifts one up, and your jaw drops incredulously, eyes wide, “they gave you an extra.” You let out a bark of a laugh, taking the screw from his hand. 
“Holy shit. I swear to God, I counted twice and didn’t find them all.” 
“That’s because you missed a bag of them taped to one of the pieces,” Eddie snarks. Your mouth gapes, at a loss. 
“Well, fuck me then, I guess,” You start laughing then, “You see, how could I ever be able to fix cars if I can’t even keep track of all the fucking screws in a bed frame kit?” Eddie waves his hand in dismissal. 
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Your heart leaps in your chest at the pet name, “you won’t ever even have to fix your own car while I’m around.”  
“And you won’t ever have to advise yourself on your finances while I’m around,” You laugh, walking to the opposite side of the room to move your mattress from the wall to its new place on your bed frame. As you lay it down, you flop on your back, knees hanging off of the edge to stare at the ceiling. You glance over to Eddie, who’s looking at you with a boyish smirk. 
“Comfy?” He asks. You pat the spot next to you with one of your outstretched hands. 
“Come find out!” You chuckle as he comes to flop next to you, making your body lift from the mattress for just a second at the impact. As he settles, you look over to him, laughing lightly at his hair strewn across his face. “So? What do you think?” He looks at you through the tangle of hair in his face, hands folding across his chest with a contented sigh.  
“Yep, I did pretty fucking good, didn’t I?” You hit him playfully at that, both of you laughing. You stand up then, thinking it’s probably time for Eddie to go home, and you offer him your hands to help him up, which he takes, his rings pressing cool lines into your hands as you pull.  
As Eddie gets to his feet, you slip on a piece of rogue cardboard, stumbling forward back into Eddie, who steadies you by your shoulders. As the spike of adrenaline from almost eating shit wanes from your body, you can’t help but laugh loudly, covering your mouth with your hands. Eddie joins you and you laugh about it for a minute, kicking the cardboard out of the way for good measure.  
“I guess I should clean up in here before I go to bed,” You muse, taking in the disaster on the floor below you. 
“I can help with that, go get a trash bag,” Eddie says, letting you go. You tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear as you turn, collecting your empty cups from the floor as you walk back to the kitchen. 
You and Eddie clean up your room in a matter of minutes, scooping up big piles of cardboard and plastic to shove into the trash bag you had retrieved, as you finish, the A side of the David Bowie tape comes to an end. 
“I had a great time tonight,” Eddie muses as you walk him to the door. 
“Yeah, me too. It was a lot of fun,” You agree, an easy smile on your lips. 
Eddie chuckles, “And your parents seemed like they were having a lot of fun, too.” Your smile drops instantly as you’re reminded of the mortifying comments they made about you and Eddie. 
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry about that. They’re so embarrassing!” You cover your face with your hands, trying to forget again. 
“Hey, I said don’t worry about it, and I meant it,” Eddie reassures you. You peek at him through your fingers and he gives you a slightly sympathetic smile, his eyebrow quirked up in amusement. You slowly drop your hands from your face. “You know, I think it’s nice that your parents are so outspoken. It shows they care,” You start smiling at that, thinking about how much you love your parents. 
“Yeah, I guess so. I don’t know, they’ve just always liked the idea of you and me for some reason,” You try to sound cool as you give your excuse, but it still comes out bashful. 
Eddie shrugs, “I don’t think it’s hard to see why. We’re great together,” Eddie muses, and your eyes widen, the smile dropping from your face as your blood turns to fire in your veins. Eddie sees your reaction and flounders, stumbling over his words. “We’re great friends, I mean. We just, we get each other, you know?”  
“Oh, yeah, yeah. Duh, I know. We do! We’re best friends...” The awkward laughter dies a horrible death between you and it’s just silent for a moment, both of you looking anywhere but at each other’s faces. You clear your throat after what seems like an eternity and finally look back at Eddie. You try to act casual, but the air feels a bit different now. Eddie’s got some look on his face you can’t discern, and you decide to just ignore it as you go to hug him. “Thanks for your help, tonight, Eds,” you say as you squeeze him. Eddie squeezes you back, as you pull away, he gives you a peck on the cheek like he did earlier in the week. The warmth of his lips to your skin makes electricity crackle through your body, and you give a small smile as you open the door for him.  
“Goodnight, Y/N,” Eddie says, giving a small wave as he turns to walk away.  
“Goodnight. I'll see you soon?” You ask hopefully, hovering at the edge of the doorway. Eddie turns his head back to you and nods, that boyish smile sneaking onto his face again as his dark eyes shine in the dim light of the hallway. 
“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you soon,”  
You close the door as Eddie walks away, locking it behind him. You meander over to your couch and plop down heavily, letting out an exasperated sigh as you do. Your hand finds a throw pillow, and you press it over your face and scream into it. You can’t exactly pinpoint if it’s frustration, embarrassment, or otherwise, but it seems to help you feel better as you take it away, out of breath. 
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nikellada · 1 year
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Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the Spiders from Mars
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