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          Coming home to the silence and the stillness had only amplified the nightmares.  The thrashing.  But that was just the tip of the iceberg.  Steve’s mind wasn’t right and he knew it.  He also knew what his mother would say had she still been alive; not to lose hope.  Not to find solace at the bottom of a bottle like his father did.  So, instead, Steve did his best to channel everything into his art.  Luckily, he’d kept the practice going while he was in the service.  There were some sketches in his notebook he built off of.
         On a whim Steve bought himself some paints.  With a little practice he was able to bring some of his sketches to life.
          What he never expected was for anything to come of his art.  It was his therapy.  When he had difficulties holding down a regular job it was also a way for him to keep his sanity.  But, next thing he knows, there’s people buying his pieces.  Others contact him for information on commissions.  Now Steve finds himself standing in the middle of a throng of people because a few friends helped him put together a gallery.
         It’s like something out of a dream.  When he was younger and art was all he had to keep him moving in a forward motion, Steve always hoped that one day his art would make others happy.  He didn’t even care about making money off of it, he just wanted someone to smile.  
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        A hush weaves it’s way through the crowd.  Steve’s so overwhelmed by the amount of people trying to grab his attention that it barely even registers.  Is that Tony Stark?  It took several different voices for the words to actually register yet, there he is.  Steve’s favorite singer stands close enough to a gallery light that it practically shines a spotlight down on him.   //   @endguilt gets a plotted starter 

        Eleven in the morning, was WAY too early to start drinking, despite the flavor of the BITTER liquid still lingering from the night before, as he sat listening to a pear-shaped man talking about his tour dates, and how much money they were expected to make, with his upcoming schedule. Really, Tony couldn’t bear it. He’d rather be ANYWHERE else but there. And that’s just what he decided to do.

         Without much of a MOMENTS notice, Tony was up out of his seat, and headed right out of the meeting room. As he walked through the halls of record company, brown eyes caught album and magazine covers with his name and face PLASTERED all over them. He’d remembered how happy USED to be, but couldn’t recall the moment in which that slowly faded away, despite the success he’d continued to have. The thought alone made him walk out of the building, to find something, ANYTHING, to distract him for the realities of his life.

          He bought a cheap baseball cap, as he walked the streets of New York, hoping to a god, he wasn’t sure he believed existed, that NOBODY would recognize him. Hues stayed focused on the ground, trying not to draw attention to himself. In the distance, he saw the old sign of a bar that was OPEN. If he could just get there, he’d thought he’d be okay. That was until someone stopped to ask him for a picture, followed by two MORE. And before things got out of hand, he walked into the nearest building he could find. 

          His eyes took a minute to adjust to how dark the room was, compared to the street. But as they did, Tony found himself staring at BREATHTAKING pieces of art. Some that with dark, contrasting colors, and some that light and air strokes that billowed throughout the canvas they were on. He stepped forward to get a better look at the master pieces before him. He was so INVESTED, he hadn’t even noticed the comments and whispers around him. He cam to a stop when the sight of a blonde man, much taller than him, caught his eye. Just as he was going to open his mouth to say something, he realized just how UNDERDRESSED he was for the kind of even this clearly was.

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          He looked around at the people staring back at him, then drew his attention the blonde man standing next to him. “Do you think it’s be that they’re staring at, or my ‘day at the park’ get up, I’ve got going on?”

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ok so hear a sister out… i want an actual  HEART WRENCHING  celebrity  &  non - celebrity thread. like muse a meeting muse b in the most random place and muse b  KNOWS  muse a is famous but they’re not gonna say anything but on the inside they’re secretly freaking out. but they get to talking  &  muse b kinda forgets that they are because they’re just so normal and they have so much fun talking to them,  and muse a has a rich lifestyle  &  is the most popular person in the world,  yet the only thing they wanna do is be with muse b. but dating the most famous person ever comes with the  DISADVANTAGES.  i want the ugly stans drilling them over dating their favorite star,  i want the paparazzi making up stories about muse b  &  giving the constant break up  -  conspiracy’s,  i want the late night drama filled phone  -  calls about  “ maybe this is just too much for me  “  &  muse b seeing muse a in a new picture released with  ANOTHER  apparent love interest,  and i want new songs released by muse a that’s a little  T O O   emotional to just be a careless piece of work.  i just want the constant back  &  forth between them  &  them wondering if their love is strong enough to overcome the difficulties or if all they are is a love that was never meant to last.
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anyways, here’s a fresh new starter call while I’m slowly coming back
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