working at 8am means quick dumps of art (ha ha dumps) so this is older malia who still doesn’t care about fashion but she likes darker looks to suggest she could kill a man easily
okay but an empire records 90s au where derek owns an independent music store that a big conglomerate is threatening to buy, and he’s trying to save it because it’s been in his family for years (and also because, despite himself, he loves it and the family he has there).
there’s scott, the kind-hearted, floppy-haired boy next door who comes in to work even when he’s not scheduled and sees the best in everyone. he probably actually wears short sleeved shirts over long sleeved ones and doesn’t feel the need to explain his art to anyone (but he will, if you ask). there’s his best friend stiles, a smart and sarcastic as hell kid who’s bound for some fancy-ass college but still has trouble realizing how rad and worthy he is. he’ll fight to the death to keep the shop up and running and he’s been in love with scott since they were just kids. there’s lydia, the pretty girl everyone used to think wasn’t smart because of the way she looks and dresses, but anyone who really knows her knows better than to underestimate her.
derek also hired malia, kira, braeden, and liam before everything started going under. malia doesn’t give a shit about social graces and is happy to listen to music everyone else hates over the store’s PA system, kira answers the phones with a sickly-sweet voice but will throw a shoplifter out directly on their ass when she needs to, liam’s the new kid who doesn’t get why everyone there is so weird, and braeden keeps everyone in check when they think they might all kill each other.
when stiles accidentally loses derek’s $9,104 after gambling it away in an attempt to double it, they have to find a way to keep the place afloat and also deal with derek’s uncle (who is a terrible person, an unfortunately famous former pop star, and is quite frankly aging terribly) when he books a gig at their store. scott ends up gluing quarters to the floor and liam doesn’t understand why, lydia ends up almost naked when she finds the new uniform apron and puts it on with nothing else, and kira and malia and braeden end up dealing with some whitney houston-based petty theft in a sick chase scene.
“look, derek, i’ve decided that today’s the day i’m going to tell scott how i feel about him. i know what you’re thinking, but i really am. i mean, i’ve been working here off and on for five years, man, so i’ve gotta tell him that i, well, you know, that i…” “love him?” “yeah. now how do i do that?” “you say i love you, stiles, what do you want? written instructions?” “okay. i’m going to tell him this morning. by noon, definitely. by noon or one. by 1:37 exactly, derek.” “well, good luck.” “well thank you.”
and then there’s a party on the roof.
she’s so brutal and blunt and animalistic yet still so adorable and lost and sweet and innocent.
trying to get the hang of new characters 눈_눈
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene, only then I am human, only then I am clean. Amen. Amen. Amen.