bloom later.

where you goin'? i'm too fast. you say whatchu doin'? don't do that. never been a liar, i'm a lilac and you are my sun, and every season i need you to come back. semi-selective multimuse.

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i’m gonna go mobile and try to finish this book somehow, but you should like this post if i can slide into your im’s to plot :~)

[energctic]

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i’m trying to avoid reading this book for class, so hit that like button for a starter based on something from your wishlist !

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rxisinghell:

@bloomlvter

yet another night with no purpose. it almost made his soul sense the emptiness that’s filling it. almost. logan was already on his forth drink as his eyes were scanning around the crowded bar in search for a new person to keep him company this night. he’s been coming there alone for a few days now. always finding a desperate girl to f u c k and never meet again. it was a questionable way of living, of course, but he sure didn’t care. this night he was in no mood for a challenge, and with that thought his eyes spotted a young woman sitting by herself, looking like the perfect prey for him. also she was extremely attractive, if it’s worth the mention. logan left his seat and approached to her slowly, sitting on the bar stool next to her, permission wasn’t needed for him. “it seemed like such a waste to see you sit here by yourself.” he said with a smirk on his lips, resting his elbows on the bar counter, tilting his head a bit as he glanced at the other. “or are you expecting someone?”

for a curious girl like june, bars were a deeply fascinating place. they were usually occupied by her drunken classmates, local high school students that managed to somehow get into the place, god knows how, and a collection of deeply broken people. at least, that’s what she liked to imagine when she made up lives for the people surrounding her while sipping on some sugary cocktail. just as she was observing diane, 47, recently divorced, definitely the owner of at least 4 cats, she was interrupted by the man that had suddenly appeared beside her. some guy hitting on her wasn’t the thing she’d expected when the night started, but june figured this kind of entertainment was as good as any. cherry-colored lips curled into a smile, she turned to him, bending her head to the right just slightly. “nope. i’m just .. all by myself,” she said, twirling her straw between her fingers. “well, was, i suppose. i usually prefer to know whose company i’m keeping, though. what’s your name?”

[madelainesource]

[lucindahuttcns]

conttradict:

someone give me “you’re my best friend’s innocent little sister and i’ve known you since you were in like 4th grade but somehow you got super fucking hot and you live next door and have a habit of dancing in front of your window in your underwear.”

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plot: you accidentally set fire to something in your apartment but it’s okay i ran across the hall in my pjs cos i’m actually a firefighter and i helped you get out and now we’re outside and it’s freezing so lets just hold each other as we introduce ourselves - hey, i’m your new neighbour - do you often set things on fire?? cos if so we should hang out more for safety purposes not cos you’re hella cute or anything

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Virginia Gardner photographed by Diana King (2016)

[hopesumners]

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( @zcphvr )

     “i think i know a way to make this more interesting,” harley said, putting down the switch wheel after losing another race. “you ever play strip mario kart before?”

[watsonofagun]

could you like or reblog this if you’re okay with late replies to roleplay threads / asks / etc.?

by late, it means anywhere between 1 day to 1 year. because i know some people prefer writing and replying on the spot, but i’m also sure lots of peeps struggle with that for various reasons, and threads get dropped because their partner has long lost interest or something, which can be very discouraging. so i hope we can all be understanding here!

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Dream date?

strip mario kart where the loser has to take off a piece of clothing each race

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corriewrites:

he really shouldn’t be talking to this girl in his state. he knew that only bad things would come from this, but he didn’t care. right now he only wanted to do one thing, kiss her. “hey” a grin is plastered across his face. “you want a drink? i can get you one?” he asks.

her eyes lingered on his lips just a little too long. had they always looked this full? and .. soft? “uh .. no. no, i think i’ve had enough,” she said, weak smile on her lips. “i think i should just lie down, for a bit.”

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Rebel in the Rye (2017) Directed by Danny Strong

[ereans]

a plot where muse a and b hate each other. and by hate, i mean completely and utterly loathe one another. they turn on their heel and walk out of a room when they spot each other, they insult each other at every opportunity they get, and they’d rather sit on a spinning blade than spend time together doing anything but screaming at each other – unless they’re fucking. as much as they can’t stand one another, they drive each other crazy, good crazy, in bed. she comes out with bruises on her hips and hickies on her thighs while he’s got scratches trailing down his back and chest. they hate each other, but they love fucking, and their sex is full of pulling and scratching and biting and shut the fuck up and say my fucking name and the second they’re finished, one’s kicking the other out. this behavior continues for a while, both showing no signs of liking each other, even a little, until one day muse b fucks up and says the ‘l’ word in bed. he leaves immediately, and they avoid each other for days until muse a snaps and goes to his apartment and they fight and fight and fight until they’re fucking again, and afterwards they fight more and he’s shirtless and defensive and she’s in her bra and on the verge of tears because somehow, they ended up loving each other, and suddenly every day when they fight, the 'i hate you’s sound like 'i love you’s and the sex feels like making love and somehow they hate that even more, because hate is all they know how to feel.

[leomessl]

i don’t know if it’s been done but how about the complete fuckboy who is so used to routine. he picks up who he wants, it’ll be easy and if he’s lucky they’ll put up a challenge but they end up in the alley or in the men’s room and he always has the courtesy of kissing them goodbye and never seeing them again. and it’s like every saturday, he’s at the bar and he spots a pretty girl and she looks the perfect amount of innocent (he’s not up for a challenge tonight)  but theres a bit of banter going and eventually she ends up in the backseat of his Jeep and when they’re done he’s leans in with a grin, memorized almost like a catchphrase, “thanks for the great sex babe” to kiss her goodbye but she turns her cheek at the last minute, offers him a sweet smile “cute. that was great sex for you?” and just like that the fuck boy’s been fucked and she’s smoothing her skirt down and disappearing out of the backseat and he needs to find her again, needs to prove her wrong and it’s almost obsessive the way he needs her and suddenly hes just like one of the many girls that chase after him following a mediocre one night stand. 

[vftheseamoved-deactivated201805]

okay real quick i want a plot wherein muse a & muse b have broken up & weeks/months pass by before they run into each other again & when they do it ends in sex ( angry sex/i miss you sex idc ) but they’re like ❝ you know this part we were actually good at we had this figured out ❞ so they decided to keep sleeping with each other w/o the relationship & gimme jealousy when one is going on dates/ them actually working on their problems w/o realizing it ?? really domestic moments before they realize they’re not dating & all the potential angst & fluff !!