ALSO another EDIT TO ADD:
(The other one is below, but I wrote that one first)
Nearly forgot to give credit where it is due:
The original plan had been for me to tidy up at least a TINY bit, and FINALLY get dressed, and head to Starbucks with my mom, to hit up the drive thru. I checked their hours, and it was perilously close to most locations closing. That got me moving, and I cleaned up after the cat. Before I got much further, Mom stopped by with a drink and a sandwich.
I had told her they were offering free cold foam.
She was a little confused, thinking that was a specific drink, and I think she wasn’t sure what I might want. Fate stepped in, and I ended up with one of the two drinks I had been wanting (still have to try the Blackberry Sage Refresher). Iced Cherry Chai Latte, with a delightful message and quick doodle in Sharpie, on the cup.
Lifted my mood a bit, in spite of everything.
The ham and cheese croissant was also warm and tasty.
I surfed Pinterest for some time after that, eventually looking for content related to The Lost Boys. At first I just took screenshots, but I ultimately added some to my Wishful Sinful board. And I updated the Wattpad links in there to both Wishful Sinful and Love and the Phantom Queen of Suburbia (unrelated title), and added the link to “Hyacinth House” to the Wishful Sinful board.
It started out, I think, with me just cruising through looking to maybe switch up the wallpaper on my phone. I get a lot of those emails from Pinterest with collage phone wallpapers. Must be pretty common.
But as I was looking over all the witchy collages, all this vampy stuff came up, some of it directly about The Lost Boys. Even better, some of it was about David and Michael.
It’s rather endearing to see there’s such an extensive community of people out there who shipped them. Naturally, since all of the visuals included in those memes are copyright, I can’t share them here. I will include some of the less-NSFW captions. (Edit to add: I decided to summarize the other one.)
A quote attributed to David, while he sits in the archaic wheelchair, being pushed by Marko: “I’m such a man who leans in doorways, relaxes against the counter, drapes across a couch, sprawls over an armchair. My spine isn’t straight and by god, neither am I.”
Another one I really loved, is from the scene where Michael is trying to provoke David into a one-on-one fist fight, after he and his gang led Michael to the edge of a cliff, motorcycling at break-neck speed. David just smiles when Michael insists, “Just you. Come on, just you.”
Michael gets all up in his face.
In this version of the events, the smiling David is either thinking or has just said, “(You’re) talkin’ mad $h!t for a guy within kissing distance.”
The other two I found, one is a gorgeous still of Jason Patric bathed in red lighting, where the user had commented, “Yes, he is a MASSIVE B!tch, but he’s also BISEXUAL and a PUNCHING BAG and ALMOST DIES AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. AND he’s my little meow meow.” (Caps was all theirs).
There was one I didn’t screenshot, but I did find amusing. David and Star on David’s bike, captioned something like “A gay man and his straight female friend head out on another one of their adventures.”
And I did briefly nip into Tik Tok and find the one where someone asks David to “name a woman.” Besides Star, presumably.
The other one that I DID save drops a few f-bombs. Its general gist is Michael again getting angry at David, post-nearly-driving-off-a-cliff, only this time Michael has said something incredibly lame (lamer than “Just you. Come on, just you.”). And David responds along the lines of “You want me so bad, it makes you look stupid.”
Another Tik Tok user made a short reel with Three Days Grace’s “I Hate Everything About You,” and nothing but footage of Michael and David getting into each other’s personal space, over and over. A commenter (or the OP– I forget which) had said Three Days Grace actually wrote the song for Michael and David. Hilarious.
Oh so about the pic included with this post… I’m not entirely sure what the quote might mean. I could see it both as a good thing and a bad thing. Flowers growing through asphalt, against all odds? Flowers being driven over by cars and crushed, their fleeting beauty useless? Who knows? I just wanted something fresh that I COULD use, and I had some downloads chillin. That was one of them.
I made a massive collage for my PC’s desktop wallpaper from some of the stuff I’d found on Pinterest. Had to layer things over some of the little arrows and whatnot that pop up on Pinterest pics.
AND in the process, I accidentally covered up the final “e” in “Michelle” from one of my book covers. I had decided to include the covers to Mystery Train and Wishful Sinful in the collage, for inspiration and manifestation purposes. Also used the image that’s on the cover of “Hyacinth House,” only without the title and my name, etc.
The “distance” from the “kissing distance” photo was cropped out by the banner of apps and such at the bottom of my screen. Hadn’t planned on that, either.
It’s imperfect.
I actually took a photo of the end result with my phone hoping I could recreate the collage and fix both issues. Began with just the background image and everything else off to the side (I use Picasa). Then I tried “improving” the results all around and began to hate the changes. “Michell” it is.
At least, if or until I get frustrated enough for a third attempt.
I’ve had a couple collages I made where something similar happened– an artistic “oops” I didn’t catch until the image was finalized and could no longer be edited.
This one was just so busy, that it was kind of hard to see it all, at once. I started out with maybe 4 or 5 pics, then ended up brainstorming things to add, including my covers, finding myself overwhelmed by the sheer amount of images to choose from.
It’s still fun. And art is never perfect. Even digital collages made mostly from other people’s photos and art. I did, however, also include the black and white of me in my fancier vampire fangs from the Vampire Masquerade Ball I attended on a New Year’s Eve some time ago, back when I had long, dark hair, and perhaps looked more the part.
But David’s blond. So are Marko and Paul. So THERE. HA! Take that, holier-than-thou guy who referred to me in past tense and said, “When you were goth.”
As has been asserted elsewhere, it’s a music-based subculture, not just a fashion aesthetic. And I definitely still listen to the music.
Moving on, ever so slightly:
The Warner Brothers account on Threads had posed the question, if you had to be trapped in an elevator with any one movie character, who would you choose?
My mind immediately went to vampires. Both Lestat, and David.
After I had posted my reply (mentioning that I would take Queen of the Damned Lestat if AMC+ Lestat wasn’t an option since he’s just in a television series), it occurred to me that both Lestat and David could fly.
Assuming they didn’t decide to kill me first, they could easily get us both out, I would think, once we had removed whatever hatch there might be in the ceiling of the elevator car. Which they wouldn’t have any trouble reaching, because, flight.
In my actual post, I had said, even if I didn’t survive long enough for Maintenance to come to the rescue, it would be DANG interesting.
In my heart of hearts, along with doubtless many, many other fans, I truly believe I could convince either of them to turn me. Not that you see many plus-size vampires.
I do however have poetry and no small amount of skill at flirtation on my side. Woefully out of practice, but I haven’t really been trying to “hunt,” anyway. Whatever passion I feel, I’ve been venting with sexy playlists and risque fiction (mine and other people’s).
Every moody, beautiful man loves to have someone to adore them, and alternately help them stay grounded while also sometimes feeding into their turbulence. Not saying that kind of dynamic is a healthy one, but it’s something with which I am WELL acquainted.
Two fellas in particular, who haunted my psyche for a very long time, while in my life or out of it. My longest-lasting “relationships.”
Still think about them both on a regular basis. I guess sometimes impressions are deep enough that they’re permanent. As one of my therapists said about the second one, “I think he made a deep enough impression on you that you can’t remove him from yourself without causing yourself substantial harm.” (Paraphrased, but you get the idea.)
I do sometimes miss the thrill of infatuation. About an older character I had created who finds himself enthralled by a strange younger woman, a reader had critiqued that someone of his age wouldn’t be capable of such intense emotion. Is that correct?
Not sure if it holds true for romantic love, but I am DAMN sure still capable of heightened emotion, in other regards. Today, and yesterday, for example. Some real ugly crying today, and lighter weeping yesterday. And ALL the moods.
Maybe I have my mental health issues to thank for that depth of soul. In that case, they’re not altogether a bad thing. Having bipolar disorder may have made me receptive to greater extremes of feeling, even if these days I tend to be more even-keel. Mostly.
Not that I haven’t been feeling somewhat down as of late. But that’s a whole other issue, I suppose.
I had once said to my long-distance bestie, “Maybe love is finished with me.” She said she didn’t think that’s how it works. I’m not so certain. I could have already had my share of trips on that dizzying Merry Go Round.
I imagine we will just have to wait and see what unfolds. But I’m not going out of my way looking for it. My dating profiles, I poke at once in a while. The one, I had intended to update the bio, then decided, meh, why?
It’s a fun bio. My proposed date idea was to have someone go with me to a piercing parlor so I could get my earlobes redone, with someone to join me, then drift on down to the nearby Apothecary to look at New Age shizz (and at first, for an Oracle deck, though I have since picked one up elsewhere), then pick up Ramen or Pho at a nearby restaurant across the street.
*I* think that sounds like the makings of a great adventure. But it may ultimately be one I have by myself. I suppose out in the wild, I may *encounter* strangers with whom to socialize. You never know.
Really don’t want to hold my breath any longer than I have to on the idea, at this point. I miss wearing earrings. One of my piercings went all wonky, so I let ’em close.
The cashier at the Apothecary was super-friendly last time, but when they were hiring, I discovered their hourly pay is rather low and bolstered by tips. So that could at least partly explain it. Made me more empathetic, for sure. Either way. Kindness is always appreciated.
Alright, I really have to get to sleep. Should likely already be sleeping, but I will do my level best to sleep in. In parting, something cheeky I found on Pexels tonight. LOL.
At least, it’s cheeky if you assume they’re kind of joking. Kurt Cobain said something similar in a lyric, and I’m pretty sure he was serious. It does feel applicable to the world of Wishful Sinful. Good night/good (very) early morning.
All the Bright and Sparkly Things 
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