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hello, hello ! you may or may not have noticed my 20 day absence from this blog, and i’m sorry to say that i don’t think i’ll be coming back any time soon due to a combination of school stress and lack of muse. so consider this an official INDEFINITE HIATUS notice !! if you still wanna interact w me, i can be found @ambitiouse

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✨ ── @sunsetsvibe

her papa had been intrigued by rms eastbourne from the very start , calling it a technological MARVEL and the ship of dreams. for the most part , it was his deep seated interest that sparked ramona’s curiosity and led her to bet almost all of her life savings for a chance to win a third class ticket aboard the luxurious ship. it was quite a dangerous wager ; in all honesty , she should have lost. but by some miracle ( and a quick sleight of hand ) , she somehow managed to win the sole ticket.

and now she’d gone and mucked it all up by stepping on some rich woman’s dress whilst technically trespassing on the first class deck. it was more than likely that the woman owned a hundred more dresses just like the one she was wearing , but would throw a hissy fit over this one anyways. god , rich people were absolutely NAUSEATING. ramona was already in hot water with the chief steward to begin with ( she’d called him out on his harassment of a young woman earlier ) , and knew for a fact that this incident would land her in the ship’s makeshift jail for the rest of the voyage.

‘ shit, shit. fuck. ’ she blurts out before she can stop herself, bending down to check tear in the dress. ‘ i swear i’ll pay t’a fix this or something. just ──── don’t report this ? please ? ’

#✨ INTERACTIONS ── ramona griffiths.#sunsetsvibe #✨ ERA ── the lost generation ( 1910s. )

✨ ── @intcrdire / cody.

‘ why do i keep feeding you again ? ’ fiona sighs, shaking her head at the unwelcome addition to the gallagher family breakfast but dropping toast onto his plate nonetheless. the sight of her brother’s supposed best friend making himself at home in their house wasn’t an uncommon sight, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. ‘ you don’t even LIVE here !! ’

#✨ INTERACTIONS ── fiona gallagher / reserved.#intcrdire

mushi-and-junior

period moodboards: 1940s (requested by anonymous)

i’ll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new i’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you

#:o #✨ ERA ── the greatest generation ( wwii. )

✨ ── kieran.

god, how he wanted to deny that. he wanted to tell her not to be stupid, that he’d give it up in a heartbeat for her. but he wouldn’t. he wished he would. he wished it was something he didn’t care about. something he hadn’t grown up watching and being involved in. something he didn’t love with a burning passion. but then, he felt that exact way about her. danielle meant the world to him. he had never loved anybody the way he loved her. but he still couldn’t lie to her. that was unfair. to both of them. he felt the tears well up in his eyes and he wished he was stronger than this. he was, usually, but then again, this was the first time this had happened. sure, they’d fought before, but they’d never really come close to breaking up. danielle meant more to kieran than she knew, clearly. he wasn’t sure how to react to this. tears were not the way. he sniffed quietly, blinking back the tears that stung at his eyes, glancing down at the necklace in his hand. he dropped it down onto the table and shook his head. “you can leave me, if that’s what you decide to do. but that’s yours. what am i gonna do? give it to the next girl that breaks my heart? keep it.” it sounded way harsher than he had meant it. “i know i don’t seem like a good person right now, but i am. and you know that. you have known me for years, dani. why are you doing this to me? i fucking need you. and i know you need me. we need each other. we’re good for each other. you say that all the time. i know i’m fucking shit, i know that. but god, i love you. and i thought that was enough. when did that stop being enough? when did i start being so blind to the fact that i was losing you?” he was almost desperate by now, practically begging her to tell him where he went wrong. he hated how vulnerable he sounded. how vulnerable he felt. he wasn’t used to this. this was all new to him and he didn’t want it.

‘ we grew up, kieran ! i fucking grew up ! you could placate me with all this materialistic bullshit when i was younger because i was fucking stupid ! ’ she exclaims, struggling to keep her voice down as not to attract any more attention to their table. she was acutely aware that the other diners were already watching them like vultures, and it made her want to cry out of frustration. suddenly, her life was open, defenceless, vulnerable. damn it, her relationship wasn’t a saturday night soap opera ! ‘ this is going to sound so DUMB right now, but i ── i believed you were this invincible being, you know? that you were the greatest boxer around and nothing could and would hurt you, ever. ’ she can’t help but let out a little chuckle at the naiveness of her teenage self and the sheer amount of blind adoration she used to have for her boyfriend. it was easier, in a way, to live in denial than to face the truth. at least they didn’t used to have arguments like this every other week, ones that absolutely drained the energy out of the both of them. ‘ but then things changed. i grew up. i realised these fights can really fuck you up. do you know how many people have died as a result of their boxing injuries, kieran ? do you ? the number fucking scares me. it fucking scares me SO much because i’m in love with you. i’m really, really in love with you and have been for years. ’ her voice cracks noticeably at the end, emotion thick in her throat. a few stray tears slip down her face, but she is quick to wipe them away. she’s not going to cry. she’s better than this. not in public. ‘ i know you love me. you have made that quite clear. and for that , i will always be grateful. i want to know just how much you’re willing to commit to me. commit to compromises that you won’t always like. commit to making this relationship work. ‘cause i can’t and won’t be the only one trying. ’

#✨ INTERACTIONS ── danielle compton / reserved.#greasersbro #danielle & kieran.

✨ ── @sunsetsvibe

‘ well , i don’t think we’re going to move any time soon. ’ diane confirms, letting out a frustrated sigh as she pulls over one of the large crates to make it into a makeshift stool for herself. there wasn’t much anybody could do about it, really ; the rain had been pouring down since six in the morning, and showed no signs of slowing down any time soon. some of the agents rejoiced, for they got some well needed extra downtime, but diane was not one of them. she was anxious to get moving again. ‘ what do you suggest we do to pass the time ? i’ve filed every single piece of paperwork i could lay my hands on and colonel basically told me to fuck off when i tried to go get more work. ’

#✨ INTERACTIONS ── diane harrington.#✨ ERA ── the greatest generation ( wwii. )#sunsetsvibe

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relationship aesthetic » dalton & maddox // @brutedivine

#have you ever seen something so beautiful you started crying?#i LOVE MY DOMESTIC CHILDREN.#✨ SHIP ── maddox and dalton.

bryce.

bryce didn’t feel too comfortable with the current situation. he didn’t do things like this. it had taken a good two hours for his sister-in-law to even get him into the suit. it fit like a glove, it belonged to his brother and they were, after all these years, still the same size. they had grown up like that, it was nice, actually, being able to share each others clothes. now, though, as he stood outside of gloriana’s house, his nerves were getting the better of him. he almost turned and walked away, but he knew this was an important night. not just for him, but for the church. bryce barely ever thought about himself, he spent all his time focusing on the other people in his life. the people he took care of with his charity work, his family. gloriana, unfortunately. he rang the doorbell after what must have been the tenth time of attempting to and then moving away. when the door opened, he smiled lightly at the girl who opened the door and stepped inside.

he checked his watch. he was alone. it was eight o’clock and that was the time gloriana had given him. why was he alone? he was beginning to think this was some kind of sick joke and there wasn’t actually a party, she had just said so to make him humiliate himself and try to get people to actually care about something that was beyond them. her voice calmed him instantly. it gave him the impression that he was just letting his mind run wild. he glanced up at the stairs when he heard somebody coming. he felt like his heart had stopped when gloriana finally came into view. god, she looked beautiful. he hated how fucking beautiful she looked. it made it so much harder to pretend that there was no attraction between the two of them. and god, there was. perhaps not on her side, but with bryce? he could pretend he hated her all he wanted, but he wanted to fuck her more now than he ever had when they were teenagers. “you said eight. it’s eight. how is that early? or is there some kind of rich people rule that means you get to parties at nine even though they said eight?”

“well, it’s not a rule, per se. people could hypothetically show up if they wanted to. i just don’t think anyone’s going to bother until ten, at the very least. especially not the people you’re going to want to talk to, anyways.” she replies, shoulders shrugging as if this were the most obvious thing on the planet. she descends the rest of the stairs in a swift manner, coming to a stop right before him. an unadulterated smile spreads across her face as she steps in closer to him, their proximity to each other making it certain that her intentions are not completely platonic. “it really is good to see you again, bryce. listen, about the thing at the office — just forget about it, okay? i was....having a bad day. no hard feelings.” she doesn’t really give him the chance to get a word in edgewise before she’s leaning up to press a small kiss against his cheek, a gesture casual enough to be interpreted as the act of a polite host yet intimate enough to hold ulterior meaning. “hm. you dress up nice.” she says, hand reaching out to smooth out the lapel of his suit jacket. her hand lingers for longer is necessary as her eyes take him in, top to bottom. he really does look great, something that makes butterflies rise up in her stomach. it annoys her to no extent : what kind of woman over the age of sixteen gets butterflies? certainly not her. “which is important, by the way. with all the divorcees you’ll want to flirt with and what not. you’d be surprised at just how much money some of them were able to exonerate from their spouses and just how little they know what to do with it. if i were you, i’d take advantage of it.” and with that she takes a step backwards, distancing herself both physically and emotionally from him. the relationship that exists between them now is purely professional, and will never be anything more than that. she pats on his arm as a signal for him to follow her as she walks past him towards the alcohol cabinet. if she had to go through with this, she sure as hell wasn’t going to do it sober. “well, here’s the plan. the main ones you’re going to want to impress are senator bradley and senator mcconnell. they’re both—... incredibly boring men. i don’t know how people can talk to either for more than five minutes at a stretch, but i suggest talking about golf and patriotism if nothing else works. also, senator bradley’s wife is very religious, so if you can convince her, you’ve basically got him in the bag as well.” her voice takes on an incredibly professional tone as she goes on about the details, as if she were talking in front of an entire room of committee members instead of having a casual conversation in her own home. she pours out two glasses of the strongest scotch she can find, setting down one in front of bryce before taking a long sip from her own. “also, um — if my ex-husband makes an appearance tonight, which i highly doubt he will, just...steer clear of him, please? he’s not a big believer in charity and giving to the less fortunate. he’ll just make your life harder.”

#⋆ .・* interactions ↪ gloriana rogers / older.#greasersbro

greasersbro.

“yeah, that’s.. i’m not sure anything i said would help that, actually.” bryce reached forward to rub his palms gently along her bare arms before he was taking her hands in his and lifting them to his mouth to press light kisses to her knuckles. “i know. and it’s okay. don’t worry about me. or them. they can laugh all they want, but i’m the one with a beautiful girlfriend with a huge heart and an even bigger ass.” he laughed quietly and stole a kiss from her, shifting them so that they were side by side. “besides, now they know never to fuck with you again, huh?”

“oh my god, i was too much, wasn’t i? i was too much and i scared them off.” she knows that his statement was supposed to make her feel better, but it really doesn’t. a deep frown spreads across her face as she takes a seat on one of the porch steps, pulling at bryce’s arm to signal him to do the same. “i don’t — i plan on bein’ around you for a long time, bryce. i don’t want them to be afraid of me.” she sighs, pulling a cigarette from the box she keeps in her jeans and placing it between her lips. lighting it and taking a deep drag, she exhales into the warm air before speaking again. “i’m being such a bitch. it’s just a stupid fucking vase.”

#⋆ .・* interactions ↪ gloriana rogers.#greasersbro

tremblingempires.

this was actually normal behaviour for aspen wilkinson, so it shouldn’t surprise her when she’s waking up with a raging headache and someone’s arm is weighing her down to the bed. this wasn’t her bedroom and it was raining outside, she knew that. but the…for now, stranger’s lips were pressed to the back of her neck, and they were asleep. their deep breathing was a good sign as was their heartbeat she could feel against her back. aspen took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes, “ – hey…hey, you,” she rasped and started poking their side without being able to turn over. “i thought you didn’t like sleepovers. why did you let me sleep over?” aspen frowned, but then whined and covered her face with both of her hands because she was so sore and this really was comfortable. she somehow managed to turn over and pressed her face against the other’s shoulder and didn’t say another word. hopefully they didn’t kick her out, despite her words, because she would be sick as soon as she got out of the bed. | @brutedivine

“woah, woah, hey. at least buy me dinner first.” he mumbles jokingly, eyes still closed as he catches her poking hand in one of his own and pushes it back in her direction. nick has never really been a morning person, so it takes him a good few moments to blink himself awake and yet another few to properly comprehend her question. “yeah, you’re right. i’m not particularly fond of them, but you fell asleep before i could kick you out and then you looked too adorable to wake.” he answers teasingly, maneuvering himself so he can reach over her body and grab his phone off of the bedside table. he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face that spreads across his face as he watches her burrow her face into his shoulder, free hand going up to stroke her hair gently. “just because we slept in the same bed for a one night doesn’t mean we’re going to fall in love or somethin’. you can worry about it later if you want, but go back to sleep for now. it’s like, eight.”

#⋆ .・* interactions ↪ nick williams.#tremblingempires

parties hosted by the rogers-winston household were always very lavish affairs. extravagant and inordinately expensive, they always ended up being the talk of the town for months to come. as opposed to her husband, who loved all the attention and socialization that came with these types of parties, gloriana never really developed a liking for them. if anything, she hated all the fuss and effort that went into the preparation. today, however, was an entirely different ordeal. today, she was actually glad that she had so much to do. it helped her keep her mind off of bryce, helped settle the butterflies that arose in her stomach every time she thought of him. the rational part of her knows that it’s stupid, that there is little to no chance of them reigniting a spark that went out decades ago. yet there’s a little part of her telling her to doll herself up, to look good for the only man she’s truly ever loved.

she’s in the middle of curling her hair when the doorbell rings, a sound that fills her with worry. glancing at the clock, she notes that it’s barely past eight o’clock. it’s way too early for the guests to arrive. "i’ll be right with you!” she yells down the stairs, knowing full well that one of the butler’s must’ve let the guest in. she takes a few moments to finish curling her hair, and another few to push loose strands into place. if she’s learnt anything from this parties, it’s that a hostess must always look good. the click of her heels echoes through the mostly empty house as she rushes down the stairs, using the barrier to steady herself. she stops on top of the last set of stairs, shoulders relaxing as she glances at the person at the bottom. “hi. you’re...—you’re early.”

@greasersbro

#⋆ .・* interactions ↪ gloriana rogers / older.#greasersbro

greasersbro.

they both know it’s the emptiest of threats. but bryce has the look of someone who could fuck up a life in seconds, so he uses it to his advantage when he needs to. it doesn’t help that gloriana knows him all too well, at least, she used to. she knew his heart and his mind and how he really felt, about everything. in the past, at least. the future, the present, that was something she had no idea about, so at least he had that going for him. “an old friend. hmm.” he rolled the words around in his mouth for a moment, they felt bitter and they stung as he said them. an old friend. she summed up their entire relationship as if they were nothing more than acquaintances. as if he didn’t give her his heart and she didn’t stomp on it, run it over, break it into a million pieces. maybe she didn’t know she had done that. he was calm, cool, collected. he didn’t allow her to see he was hurting when they broke up. he waited until he was with his brother to let himself really cry, really hurt. he understood that she was a busy girl, trying to go for her career, making it in the world. he could never have allowed himself to stand in the way of that. so, he didn’t. but god, he wished he had. they could have been happy, really happy. now his entire life was just full of ‘what if’s’ and wondering what things would have been like had he fought for her that day. it broke his heart to think about; so he didn’t. he took the sheet of paper from her and scanned over it before looking back up at her. “it’s easy to forget what someone cares about when they forget all about you, though, huh?” it’s so fucking bitter and he doesn’t care. maybe he deserves to be bitter, just once. “are these the names of the other people? i’ll go to them, then.”

“i’m sorry, i was under the impression that this was a purely work related meeting.” she snaps back at him, folding her arms across her chest defensively. deep down, his words hit her hard and invoke deep feelings of remorse and guilt that she had managed to keep repressed for such a long time. it’s easier to just be blindly defensive than to actually face and take responsibility for the pain that she’s caused him, so that’s what gloriana chooses to do. “it’s going to be better on the both of us if we keep this strictly professional, mr. walker. what happened nearly two decades ago has no relevancy here.” she continues, narrowing her eyes as she plucks the piece of paper out of his hands. standing up, she walks over to the other side of the room to file it away in one of the numerous cabinets. the move is supposed to look effortless and casual, but she only really does it because she can’t look him in the eye anymore, at least not without amplifying the already growing feelings of guilt in her stomach. “oh, you have got to be kidding me. do you honestly think they’re going to give you the time of day? even if you do manage to edge your way in, none of them give a shit about the church or the homeless. i’m your best bet here, and frankly you’re not doing much to keep me on your side.” she slams the cabinet back shut as she huffs out an insensitive laugh. the sentence sounds more vicious than she intended it to, but gloriana isn’t a woman to go back on her words or even apologize for them. taking a few deep breathes to calm herself, she pinches the bridge of her nose slightly before speaking again. “look, if you want to continue stewing in your heartbroken teenage angst bullshit, be my guest. but this is me being mature and inviting you to a party i’m hosting tomorrow night. most of the people you’re looking for will be there, so i strongly suggest you attend and try to make connections. it’s your call.”

#⋆ .・* interactions ↪ gloriana rogers / older.#greasersbro

greasersbro.

bryce didn’t say anything. he didn’t need to. she was talking enough for the both of them. but there was no way that he was leaving. as far as he was concerned, gloriana had been the love of his life. she still was. she meant the world to him, even if he meant nothing to her. her feelings for him didn’t change the way that he felt about her. he had constantly kept up with her career throughout the years, ignoring every picture and every sentence that included her husband. the man that had separated them from each other. all so that she could be where she was now. he was still angry about it. bitter. but she was happy, it seemed. how could he argue with that? well, he had when she had broken up with him. he had argued for what felt like hours, pleading with her to see the truth in their relationship, the love they shared, how real it was. ultimately, it had not been enough. “it’s not a social visit. we’re doing some work with the church. about the problem with the homeless people. seems the only thing stopping us actually doing any real work is your office. you wanna sort that out or do i have to go to the press and mention that you don’t care about the homeless people living on our streets?” god, it was an empty threat, he would never do anything to damage her career or her personally. bryce was a man of god, anyway, he was sweet, loving, kind. he had never been unkind or unfair to anybody. he just didn’t want her to see his true feelings, that, after all these years, he was still hopelessly and pathetically in love with her.

“ah, i see. please, do take a seat. i don’t promise anything, but i’ll see what i can do for you. anything for an old friend, huh?” she forces a polite smile onto her face, pointedly ignoring the threat that he had just made towards her. she knows that there is no substance behind it, that bryce wouldn’t go through with it even in the most dire of situations. he is too warm-hearted, too kind to ever think about doing such a thing to anybody at all. and as much as she hates to think about it now, it was this very kindhearted nature that made her fall for him in the first place. their relationship was quite paradoxical to begin with ; bryce is the most benevolent person she’s ever met, always willing to sacrifice his own happiness for the sake of others. gloriana’s his complete antithesis, full of rancour and spite, just waiting to throw someone under the bus for her own gain. yet somehow they’d managed to make it work for a good few years. as much as she hates to admit it, being around him made her a better person. she’s missed it. she’s missed him. “well, as you can probably tell, i’m a little overworked here.” she huffs out a nervous chuckle, brushing her hair out of her face as she flips errantly through her papers in order to find the one pertaining to the church’s program. she shouldn’t be this flustered, especially not around him. there’s nothing between them any more, there hasn’t been anything between them for a long, long time. “aha ! here. i found it. the church documents. ” she pulls a loose leaf of paper out of the bunch and pushes it towards him. “it’s not just me who has to agree to it, you know. there’s a lot more people who have a say in this. i’ve spoken in favour of it multiple times. you seem to forget that i do actually care about this community. i grew up here, too.”

#⋆ .・* interactions ↪ gloriana rogers / older.#greasersbro

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