magic hour

The thing about the sun is that it's going to set and rise again over you. It's coming up. The magic hour is now. indie oc written by courtney. mun & muse 18+. est. december 2016.

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loveruined:

     jane glances up at him from the floor, still gathering the mess with her hands. it’s mechanic, almost; the way that she can make the place look as good as new without even looking at what she’s cleaning. comes from a whole lifetime of tidying up after others. “well, that… that got real deep, real fast,” she says, trying a chuckle – but his words worm their way in a lot deeper than she lets on. “are you? i– i mean, do you? have a handle on your awareness?”

      he laughs a little at her comment, a hand reaching up to run its fingers through his hair. “emotional? yeah. self? definitely. socially? uh huh. spatially?” he takes a second to look at the floor where his food had been spilled, then looked up at her and shook his head. “maybe that’s why i think it’s useless. i don’t have any.”

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       “i woke up to concerned texts from twelve people & a bruise        on my ass. i don’t want to talk about new years.”

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txnaciouslove:

“now, i wouldn’t call you an idiot. maybe not super observant, but not an idiot,” ivee remarked, coming back to the couch from where she was digging in the freezer for an ice pack. he already had a paper towel on the gash on his forehead, and she gently rested the ice on his head to soothe the pain. “if you have to go to the hospital i can drive,”

“you’re too kind.” he laughs as he held his hand over hers, keeping the cold pack on the cut. it was uncomfortable, but he knew that it was better to deal with it now than to suffer with an infection later on. “nah, i’m fine. if it’s still bleeding in a few hours, then it’s a problem.” he decided, knowing that there was a small chance that it would still be an issue then. “just distract me. what’d you do today? treat any other guys with their heads cut open?”

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             “don’t worry about me -- i’m just an idiot.” & it shows. he’s been trying to soothe the cut on his forehead for hours now; he doesn’t think he needs stitches. “it’s what i get for riding a bike in december, i guess. city should really work on ice removal, though.” or, he could just stop daydreaming on the way home.

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sanguineas:

                  Scarlett scoffs; a soft, quiet chuckle echoing through the small         area  as she  sterilizes the pen needles.  At least, it wasn’t another person         wanting  her to write their  boyfriend or  girlfriend’s name. Oh, she finds that         shit hilarious. Count a month or two for them to come back with their tail         between their legs paying her for a cover tattoo. ❝—People usually ask me this         when they come here drunk. ❞ She gave him a sidelong glance.  ❝You seem pretty                           sober to me. Why the sudden choice? You just entered here like you’ve                           lost your fucking shoe. ❞ 

         He pries his eyes away from the artwork to look at her, his own smile widening as he listens to her speak. “ I just like making rash decisions. Makes life a little more interesting. I’d rather have ink that I can’t really explain than be completely bare. I dunno, a lot of people don’t get it, but I can promise you that I’m sober. ” he holds a hand over his heart, as if to vow it to her, then moves to go sit down on the couch against the wall. “ Don’t you have any spontaneous tattoos? ”

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smclldoses:

          the model grinned as she watched the male nearly attacked his drink. she shrugged her shoulders at the question. “if all goes well, i won’t even remember the holidays.” she half-joked, before taking a sip from her own glass.

       “good woman.” he nods, setting his empty glass down and staring at it for a second. he’ll probably have a few more, and then a few after that -- time off of work can be dangerous. “anyone you’re running from this season?”

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loveruined:

   “oh, god, that– my fault.” she stares at the food on the ground for a moment, shocked, before actually springing into action; soon after, she’s out fro behind the counter, on her knees to sweep everything up. “i can get you another? on the house, obviously. i’m so– god, my spatial awareness is awful.”

he finally pries his eyes from the spilled bowl to look at the girl he’d brushed against, his empathy showing through. “no, it’s fine. it’s just the universe telling me that i’m a lazy bastard who needs to make his own food.” he assures her, taking a step back to ensure that he hasn’t dropped anything else -- he’s been known to leave id around the city. “and spatial awareness isn’t really important, anyway. emotional awareness is. self-awareness is. as long as you’ve got a handle on those, you’re good.”

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@loveruined

          “shit, i’m so sorry --” it was just a bump of shoulders, but it’s enough to leave his dinner, once packed in a to-go container, on the ground. he stares at it for a second, then purses his lips, defeated for a moment. “that sucks.”

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@sanguineas

         he only has to look at the walls full of artwork for a few minutes before he’s made a decision -- a blind tattoo. unfortunately, this won’t be his worst idea of the week. “draw anything you want, honest to god. just -- no porn, okay? my mom’s gonna see this.”

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@smclldoses

          this time, he doesn’t even taste the alcohol before it’s being poured down his throat. that’s fine, though -- he’s been waiting for this moment for weeks. “don’t you just love the holidays?”

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@abovcgod

             “y’know, there’s really no excuse to --” a scoff as he crouches down to pick the cigarette butt off of the ground. “it’s 2016. littering doesn’t make you cool.”

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☼          like for a starter !! probably gonna be a one-liner.

[witchy-mom-deactivated20170830]

I didn’t even know where we were going, all I knew is that with every turn on the curvy road, the view got even more beautiful. And at the top, the loud roar of the forest was trapped beneath a thick layer of snow (that I could hardly walk in) and I was content.

please don’t remove my credit!

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