𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖘𝖊 / 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 *

carla. 24. cet. ●●●Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

[corpsedreams]

THIS BLOG IS NOW CLOSED.

if you’d liked my previous post, i’ve followed you on my new blog ♥︎ see you guys there !!

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hello, I’m going to moving blogs soon because I want to start fresh. since it’s been a while, if you’re still interested in writing with me, please lmk and I’ll send you the link. if not, no hard feelings and all the best, bbs ❤️✨

[emilyratajkowksi]

emily ratajkowski for the met gala 2022

[thesoldiersminute]

Thomas Shelby — PEAKY BLINDERS S01E04

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[jeremy-white]

JACOB ELORDI in EUPHORIA 2⨯04: You who cannot see, think of those who can.

[corpsedreams]

replies coming tomorrow, semester will have ended by then as will my paper. meant to do them last week but I unexpectedly had to put my dog down and the severe pms disorder got real. just can’t catch a break :/ if we have threads, I’ll continue it but you don’t have to reply since it’s been a while. we can do something new or just leave it as is. also I’m still gonna be sticking to select muses since they’re who I have energy for.

[corpsedreams]

hello friends, sorry for the lack of activity again, it’s finals time and i’m struggling but after this week, i’ll be much more free so please bear with me as i finish my first year of masters 💛

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me watching zoë dig herself into a deeper hole 👁👄👁 🤡

[siren1x1]

Okay but how about a plot where muse a is involved in lots of shitty things and ends up in prison but not before he knocks up muse b. She cuts off all contact with him and raises his baby and when he gets out of jail 3 years later he tries to show her he’s changed and get back into muse b ’s good books so he can see his kid

[soulmcte-deactivated20160322]

i just want a cliche ship between a model and a movie star so i can have paras arguing over photo shoots with too much body contact and movies with too many sex scenes

[corpsedreams]

had she not stepped outside as he sat lighting a cigarette, it was unlikely elijah would’ve ever spoken a word to her. for starters, he didn’t particularly enjoy his fascination towards her, and secondly, he’d long decided she was better off being a stranger. nearly everyone was. still, with the two of them bathing in the dim moonlight inches from one another, he couldn’t stop his lips from parting. “you should go inside,” blue eyes met hers. “weather says there’s a storm about to start.”

CLOSED STARTER for @dvrkdefined​ based on this.

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nehir’s heart fluttered against her chest as she walked down the hallway, each step causing her to wish more fervently for a light to fall on her head. when she reached the waiting area, though, she clocked him immediately. stupid good outfit. she cleared her throat. “hi. your dad’s busy, so he can’t see you right now. he wants you to come back in two hours, so you can use his amex to buy lunch at the four seasons. order what you want.” not that he doesn’t already do that, of course; she’d seen the bill statements. “sorry,” she shrugged.

OPEN STARTER for MUTUALS ONLY based on this.

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blucds​:

“okay ouch.” his hand attempts to stop her mid rant but no amount of begging, pleading, or bribing would do that. india was impossible to wrangle once she got going. “you may be small but your bite is gnarly.” although, it sounded like a complaint, it was the furthest thing from one. in fact, it was india’s ‘tell it like it is’ nature that excited him and he loved most about her. “see, that’s the conundrum, isn’t it? it’s human to make mistakes and be vulnerable but you still get cancelled for being just that.” it’s the society they live in, unfortunately. even the smallest things can be twisted and taken out of context. “this topic could go on for fucking forever so i’m gonna end it now, order us another round, while you tell me where the fuck you’ve been hiding lately.”

“ugh, ben, you really kill my vibe sometimes.” india plucked a free cigarette from her bag and placed it in her mouth. the establishment was, in theory, no smoking, but not even the owner seemed to adhere to that one. “i was home.” true. “and at work.” true. india lit the stick and inhaled deeply, smoke calming her small frame. she’d quit— or so she liked to tell herself. she offered it to ben. “marcus and i broke up. he was a dick and i finally caught some sense. still hurt, though. i wanna punch his little doucheface so badly... but i also miss it.” sadness twinged her voice. “so i’ve been isolating,” she sighed. “trying to therapy myself back into some dignity. honestly, it’s been working. i haven’t even texted him once so, there you go. the proof is in the pudding.” she nodded in his direction. “what about you? what have you been up to, aside from thinking you’re better than everyone?”

[corpsedreams]

blucds​:

“stop.” her hand drunkenly collides with his shoulder before it ignites a spark against her palm. his magnetism shocks even her. “i don’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth, cariño.” as spellbinding as he appears to be, celina senses an element of danger illuminating in those dark, black eyes. “i have a better question.” upon wiping her hands free of salty fries, cel pushes the basket of them away to lean forward over the table. “do you dance?”

her touch halted max’s breath. the feeling was indescribable; as if he’d short-circuited and re-booted all at once. he barely comprehended the words that followed, instead mesmerized by her proximity alone. what finally snapped him out was her question: do you dance? hell. no. “not at all,” he shook his head. “and as beautiful as you might be, i’m not planning on starting.” max couldn’t remember a single instance when he’d danced, possibly because he’d never felt that sort of joy. he indicated to the table. “but why don’t you show me? i learn best from observing,” he winked.

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blucds​:

as he listed off the man’s injuries, olivia silently wondered how he knew so much. not a second later, she gets her answer in the form of a self-satisfied confession. if she harbored any doubts over his involvement a few seconds ago, they were long gone by now. pinching the bridge of her nose, olivia sighs and fights the urge to look down at his victim. “SO YOU PUMMEL HIM TO DEATH?!” correction -  almost to death. all signs point to him still breathing. “what’s next, are you going to rip out someone’s teeth because they smiled at me on the street? are you going to run my boss over with your car because he gave me a lift home the other night?” god, she hopes not. but, maybe he’ll see how ridiculous this sounds when painting these harmless pictures back to him.

“he’s alive, liv! god, do you have to be so fuckin’ dramatic. look,” romeo gave the body a small kick, inciting a groan from it. “what was i supposed to do, anyway? let him follow you home? you think i just beat him because he walked the same direction as you?” which, in liv’s defense, was a reasonable idea. still, he wasn’t deterred. “do you even wanna know how i knew he was a fuckin’ creep? and what the fuck are you talking about that your boss gave you a ride home? why the fuck would you agree to that? you could’ve called me, called a goddamn uber, even river would’ve picked your ass up.” he fought to keep his jealousy under control. he’d made her a promise. “it’s like you live in a fantasy land.”

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blucds​:

a chuckle escaped him as his hand fell back to his side. “is that a complaint i hear?” try as she might, she can’t conceal the flicker of desire that morphes inside her gaze. “’sssssss.” a strained hiss accompanies the blazing discomfort that burns across his chesthairs from the wax. he’s beginning to smell like a yankee candle. “nuh uh. i know that’s a trick question. i’d never call you crazy. that’s how my intestines will end up in a jar on a shelf at the back of your shop.”

“smart boy,” jacqueline snickered. if only he knew. “but i wouldn’t keep your intestines as a souvenir; i’d keep your ring. in fact, i’d wear it all the time because even if i’d stabbed you through your right lung, severed your arteries, and punctured your neck only to bury you in the woods 10 feet under, you’d still be my sweetheart. why? because i’m a doting, romantic girlfriend. i would hawk your other shit for cash, though.” she set the sage aside, instead pressing three crystals into his hand: black obsidian, selenite, and amethyst. “do you know what these do?”