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* &&. ( delilah jordan ; twenty one ) ❝ i went ( d o w n ) to a place in bed stuy,a little liqour on my lips, i let him climb ( i n s i d e ) my body, and held him captive in my kiss. ❞

[madisonebeers]

[livixdunne-blog]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[nightmarevirgo]

☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️

the fool: do you have any nicknames? the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else? the high priestess: what is your dream date? the empress: do you think you will ever get married? the emperor: what are some names that you like? the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts? the lovers: do you have a crush? the chariot: thoughts on astrology? strength: what is your dream occupation?  the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop? wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle? justice: favorite color of rose? the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? death: what are three things you want to do before you die? temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms? the tower: favorite colors to wear? the star: have you ever seen a psychic? the moon: have you ever written a love letter? the sun: do you believe in magic? judgement: do you enjoy school? the world: do you like waking up early?

[stephcialties]

parker wasn’t the type of person who was prone to anger. she forgave freely ( honestly, with far too much leniency ) and gave second chances out like they were free condoms at the clinic. no, she didn’t like being upset with someone––but, at the moment, she felt like she could kill samuel thayer ( or whatever the fuck his name really was; scum had a nice ring to it ). there were a lot of things that she could forgive, but making delilah jordan cry wasn’t one of them. 

“he never should have gotten so close to you if he knew that he couldn’t be honest with you,” parker said softly, combing her fingers through dee’s hair and working through a few knots with gentle patience. “i’m sorry,” she whispered, “i know that you really liked him.”  

@atdelilah

[atdelilah]

as soon as delilah had finished reading the post she’d sped her way across the hall to parker’s room, already feeling the tears welling up. dee hated crying, but she knew if she had to that the best place to do it was on the shoulder of her best friend. this wasn’t the first time parker had seen dee in tears; it happened more often than the latter would like to admit. but it was more than safe to say that these are probably the most genuinely sad tears dee’s shed in a while. after a while, the tears had mostly slowed down, and now dee was just resting her head on parker’s shoulder as she thought. “yeah. he shouldn’t have,” she agreed equally as softly. it was true; if he hadn’t gotten dee to break her ‘never fall first’ rule, then perhaps her eyes wouldn’t be quite so puffy right now. parker’s next words stung a bit. you really liked him. “yeah, i really did,” she followed her same speech pattern from earlier as she quickly dusted away a stray tear. “don’t be sorry. it’s not your fault i got tricked.” dee sighed out.

[atdelilah]

thcyer:

it was almost like he could see the cogs turning in her mind. the smile that slipped into a soft pout as she worked through the question. he sat in silence at first, just watching her. an act he’s done countless times but one he may never grow tired of. there was always something new to admire about delilah, that night it was her freckles that were seldom on display. they spotted her features the same way the stars dotted the night’s sky. in the same manner he’d like to count them as he would the constellations. his gaze abandons her momentarily as she shuffles closer, with his chin tilting up less an a centimeter to keep her fully within his line of sight. his arms wrap around the back of the chair and he hugs it to his chest. for now it’s all he can do to get just a little closer without hopping up onto the bed. there’s a sense of endearment that creeps onto his features as she rambles off an contradictory answer. at last a soft airy laugh escapes him and he shakes his head. “no.” the singular word is punctuated with a playful prod to her knee “you have to decide. does the sky exist?” he proposes the question once more, slightly altered this time. 

“it is not exactly a trick question but..uh. here” with her window in sight, he’s on the move. right hand extended for her to take before making his way over with delilah in tow.  sam takes it upon himself to go ahead and open it, allowing the cold november air in for a quick bite. now..it’s an odd way to go about continuing their conversation, sure they could have very well just gone outside and looked up at the sky like that, but where was the amusement and fun? no, instead, the artist chose to stick his head and nearly half of his body out the window to look up. “c’mere” he urged, scooting over in his precarious position in case she dared to join him. “I want you to see this.”

dee knew that her contradictory answer probably wouldn’t fly, but that didn’t stop her from acting shocked upon his refusal of her. “well, i don’t see why i can’t,” she said after an exaggerated gasp. then he re-asked the question and she was all but forced to rethink the whole thing. a few silent seconds passed before she scrunched up her nose a bit and began, “if i have to pick a side,” she paused again just to make sure she she wouldn’t recant, “i say yes, the sky is real. i still stand by the fact it could also be no, but for the sake of the conversation, yes is my final answer.” she said with a small nod to confirm. delilah eyebrows raised at his sudden movements, confused about where he could possibly be taking her in her own room. she happily placed her hand in sam’s regardless, though, curious about what goofy antic he had up his sleeve this time. in that moment, dee thought about how funny it is that just a couple of months prior they used to come up with elaborate schemes just to hold the other’s hand, as opposed to how it seemed to be a natural reaction these days. upon the release of her hand, she began to ask, “what are you do-” but was promptly cut off by the cold shock of air he’d let into her room by opening the window. dee drew her arms around herself as she heeded his request to join him at her window. “what is it you wanted me to see, exactly?” she asked as she rested her elbows on the windowsill and held her face in her hands, eyes trained towards the sky. “to see how real the sky is?” she asked jokingly, glancing back over at him.

[atdelilah]

rowe-v-theworld:

Sutton was already sliding his jacket on.

[text >> homegirl]: you dont have to apologize.

[text >> homegirl]: im just saying

Syd looked up from his position on his bed, “You going to see Dee?” Sutton nodded.

“Yea.”

Sydney slipped into his sneakers, “I’m coming.”

[text >> homegirl]: we care about you.

He breathed out an exhale of cigarette smoke as they walked. It was almost cold enough to see their breath in front of them. Sydney dialed.

And then they waited. There was something relaxing about the crunch of the leaves under their feet. Though nothing compared to the sigh of relief he felt when Delilah answered.

The Rowe twins were those twins. You know the ones that thought the same thing at the same time, could feel each other’s pain across campus.They both parted their lips at the same time, voices greeting her in unison.

“Hey.”

dee was curled up on her bed, buried under a sea of her blankets, and laying there in silence - a pitiful scene, if she were to say so herself. she read the texts, then just flipped her phone over and put it aside from her with a sigh; the rowe twins were far too genuine and sincere for her to emotionally process at the moment. as far as she was concerned, she’d done enough crying on parker’s lap to last her the rest of the year and then some. the silence in her room remained for only a few minutes, and then her phone was vibrating again. she flipped the device over to see the contact picture of her and sydney illuminating the screen. dee answered the call and set the phone to speaker before tossing it back onto her bed. “hey,” was the best response she could muster, really, but it felt ungrateful to be so short with people that just wanted to help. “i’m. . .upset. in case you guys couldn’t tell,” was all she could offer to the conversation.

[iamvvv11-deactivated20220909]

[atdelilah]

rowe-v-theworld:

[text >> homegirl]: well considering you are a close friend and i care about your well being why else would i be bugging you?

[text >> homegirl]: I want to check in on you

[text >> homegirl]: anyway so i guess i’m calling

( dee → thing #1 🤪 ): ..sorry ( dee → thing #1 🤪 ): call away then. not like permission mattered anyway but

[atdelilah]

rowe-v-theworld:

[text >> homegirl]: hey wife

[text >> homegirl]: are you going to tell me where you are or will i have to call?

( dee → thing #1 🤪 ): hey.

( dee → thing #1 🤪 ): there’s only so many places i would be sutton do what you want

[atdelilah]

[text >> Jordan-Lamar Family Grext]

Oz: What are everyone's plans this upcoming Sunday?

Oz: After the Sunday service, of course.

delilah: why?

delilah: actually, don't worry about answering that, i'm probably not coming anyways

delilah: to whatever plan you're hatching or to service, that is

[atdelilah]

thcyer:

living in apartment six was both a blessing and curse. on the bright side he had a place to stay, things rarely got boring, and he enjoyed the other’s company when he chose to stick around. on the other hand it had a tendency to become over crowded, chaotic, and loud. which is exactly why he enjoyed villa three. it’s about ten times quieter and significantly less packed. the most important part about villa three though was the woman sat just before him. the one and only delilah jordan. his chin rested upon the soft blanket that laid across the back of her chair, once settled at her desk now pulled up to the very edge of her bed. he hadn’t joined her yet because he knew he would’ve fallen asleep on her, though it’s not like his current position on the chair was doing him much good either.

“mm you want something philosophical” a gentle hum emanated from his throat as his index gently tapped at the back of the chair. “okay.” he straightens in his seat, a gentle smirk takes form on his lips as he’s almost sure he’d trip her out with this one. it’s a basic question really, but he can remember the first time it was posed quite vividly. “is the sky real?”

a small, content smile graced dee’s features as she looked over at sam. it was a combination of just little things that had brought the look to her face - like how he was leaning onto her favorite blanket and she knew it’d smell like him later or the way she could tell he was trying his best to stay awake for her. dee was endeared by it all, but she wasn’t going to force him to stay up, not when it was already so late. right as she was set to tell as much, though, he’d already begun speaking and thinking of his question. at his question, dee’s brows drew together and her lips formed a slight pout - confusion written clear as day on her face. “is the sky real. . .,” she repeated as she busied her hands with the drawstrings of the oversized hoodie she had on. she scooted a bit closer to the edge of her bed that he was at and turned to face him fully. “hm. i’m inclined to say yes,” she stated, though it came out a bit more like a question. “but also no? how about both? ‘cause it can definitely be that. i think i should be allowed to say it’s both.” dee was vaguely aware of how ramble-y she sounded, but what can she do about it? it was an out-there question so she had to process her thoughts out loud.

[atdelilah]

[loseyoutoloveme]

[atdelilah]

SLURRED WORDS

“there’s a lot i can say about sam. i could probably wax poetic about a number of things about him because i think he’s great, but i’ll try to keep it as short as a dramatic english major can. it’s no secret anymore that i like him, right? like, really like him. no point in dancing around it. and i’m not, like…blind or born yesterday - i can tell he likes me, too. actions almost speak louder than words, and we haven’t exactly hidden that from each other. so that leaves the question of the hour: what the fuck are we waiting for? i can’t speak for him, but my answer is that i’m terrified. i can tell he likes me, yeah, but that doesn’t mean i know how much he likes me. this could be almost entirely one sided, and that’s terrifying to think about, and that’s exactly why i have no plans on making any kind of first move. imagine, i really put myself out there and it ends up being for nothing. that’s embarrassing and i’ll look and feel stupid, and i refuse to be any of that ever again. i’ve been in one real relationship before, where i…loved the guy, and you know how that ended? with him breaking up with me while i was planning on going to rehab and moving on quick, like i never meant a damn thing to him. turns out he got the other girl pregnant a long four months later. you know what that makes me look like? really fucking stupid. i don’t think i can be blamed for not being the most eager to go into another relationship after that. this shit is like playing with fire and i’ll truly be damned if i burn myself again. i know i said i’d keep it short earlier, but i guess that was a lie. i’ll sum it up: i really like sam, i don’t know if that feeling’s completely mutual, i’m terrified that it’s not. i’m waiting on him, at this point, to make the move or give the sign, or something. ‘til then, i’m content being…whatever it is we are now. friends plus, i guess. anyways. i’d be a much happier drunk if people would stop fucking asking me about it in every conversation.”

[atdelilah]

slurred words :)

“for a long time, all i knew about kiki was that she loved the stars and that she was the apple of my good friend jules’s eye. now, me and jules are close. so when they officially got together it was just obligatory for me to give her the speech, you guys know the one i’m talking about. it’s just part of the job description of being a good friend. i think i may have threatened to fight her if she hurt jules? i can’t remember. but it’s not like i wanted to fight her, you know? i honestly didn’t even think she’d ever hurt jules. like i said, it’s an obligatory speech. i didn’t think she’d really like me after that, what with the verbal assault and whatnot, but we’ve turned out to be pretty decent friends, and i appreciate that. love that space girl.”

[atdelilah]

SLURRED WORDS I DEMAND THEM

“one thing i never signed up for in life is having an older brother. like, really. never once signed up for that. especially not one like oz. but some of the best things in life are things you don’t plan for, yeah? because i know, i actively go out of my way to be the most annoying person oz has ever known. like, i actively seek to antagonize him, i won’t lie about that. and at first, i probably was doing it in a more spiteful way. it was never anything personal; i just didn’t want any more family. i was tired of the whole thing, the whole idea. as time’s gone on, though, he’s grown on me; him and most of his annoying ass inclinations. i’m not gonna stop trying to bug him, but now i don’t think i’m doing it to be mean. i’m still getting used to this whole “having an older breathe down your neck” thing, but i think i’m finally getting the hang of it. i love oz. i know i don’t say it enough, and i can’t promise i’ll say it more often, but…i don’t know. hope he feels it, though, as best he can through his stiff ass button ups he wears.”

[atdelilah]

slurred words babyyyy

“parker michelle dubois. best woman, best friend, best person. the only person who’s never, ever left me. in any degree. she’s seen me at the worst i’ve ever been, i was terrible - and she stayed, unconditionally. i don’t think i’ll ever be able to thank her enough for that. she didn’t have to do that. like i said, i was the worst; she shouldn’t have put up with me. i wouldn’t have put up with me. i don’t know if i thank her enough for it to begin with. i should probably change that, shouldn’t i? i’d do anything for parker; i feel like that’s the least i could do in exchange for her being the best person i’ve ever known. like, i know there’s a whole murder thing going on right now, but in the extreme case that parker did need someone gone, i’d make it happen for her. like, that’s how serious i am. ride or die for her, always. it’s what she deserves. she’s gorgeous and she’s funny and she’s quirky and smart and vulnerable and reliable, and so many other good things. she’s just so good. a better person than i could ever dream of being, and i admire her for that. i don’t know if there’s a heaven, but if there ever was one, parker’s getting in, no questions asked. i can’t relate to that. she balances me, brings out some of the better parts of me. i think i do the same for her? i really hope i do the same for her. she’s the sun and i’m the moon; we’re linked for life and i’m not mad at it. at all. there’s no delilah without parker. i love her, supremely. i don’t think i tell her enough, but i really do.”