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AxA times 100 // @trcubledycuth
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count me in - early winters
the water is perfectly stillfall of a thunderbolt waiting untilwhen the lighting hits the lakeyouâll know how it feels to want you and waitcount me in
war of hearts - ruelle
come to me in the night hours, I will wait for youand I canât sleep cause thoughts devourthoughts of you consumeI canât help but love you, even though I try not toI canât help but want you, I know that Iâd die without youstay with me a little longer, I will wait for youshadows creep and want grows strongerdeeper than the truthÂ
canât pretend - tom odell
love, I have wounds only you can mendI guess thatâs love, I canât pretendfeel, my skin is rough but it can be cleansedand my arms are tough, but they can be bentand I wanna fight, but I canât contendI guess thatâs love, I canât pretend
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love so alike - anne dudley
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hi @trcubledycuth i had a lot of feelings last night tbh
i see ur dany muse so here // @trcubledycuth
Despite the years of heavily tainted memories perpetually bubbling back to the surface at the prospect of participating in anything that he had considered routine at one point or another, Bucky felt completely comfortable standing in front of Daenerys with the intent to teach her a few of the ways heâd done so many horrible things. It wasnât just familiar, it was comfortable.
Bucky raised a brow at the dismissal; it seemed the importance of the ability to dispatch a target â no, to defend yourself â without a single weapon was beyond her comprehension. Could he really blame her, though? A girl with her setup had to feel pretty unbeatable. Throwing around fire like it was nothing was one thing, but those dragons followed her around like lethal, loyal guard dogs.
Try as he may to disregard the massive beasts that were never too far from her, Bucky had been unable to fully conceal his wonder at Daenerysâ âchildren.â Though he really ought to have stopped feeling so surprised about things by now â he couldnât possibly keep up with all of the advancements in the world every time he went under â dragons were strictly fairy tale material. He was aware that he should have been afraid, but he was fascinated; Bucky had long since passed the point of fearing pain or death, and he was not too somber to admit that seeing the whole fire breathing thing beyond the pages of childrenâs stories was fucking cool.
Speaking of which, his eyes moved to the display she was undoubtedly attempting to prove her point with. Watching her violently toss the flame with little to no visible effort, he had to admit that it was impressive, but he knew better. Just like Bucky couldnât rely on the advantages of his newest arm as a total safeguard, Daenerys couldnât rely on her abilities to be her sole means of self-preservation. âCool party trick.â Bucky offered with a nod of approval that was laced with sarcasm, though the slight upturn of his lips betrayed the boredom heâd schooled into the rest of his expression as he took a few casual steps in her direction. That âparty trickâ could clearly do a lot of damage, but not if it took that much concentration to summon it and someone surprised her.
He shrugged at the warning, if only because the tone of her voice seemed to lean much more heavily toward concern than conceit. âSomething tells me Iâll be alright.â Bucky dismissed with a roguish grin, raising the arm that so impossibly felt like a legitimate extension of himself and wiggling the metallic fingers with ease. The technology alone was enough to make his head spin, but heâd long since learned to stop asking questions about âhowâ and just accept the solution for what it was â should Daenerys end up lighting him up, well, heâd seen firsthand how easily doctors could bring people back from that and worse these days.
Bucky could tell just from observing the way she carried herself that she was wholly unprepared for hand to hand combat. âFor startersâŚâ He trailed, using the few steps heâd taken toward her earlier to bridge the gap between them and stepping around her, catching her wrist and pulling it along with him in one fell swoop before circling her, grabbing for her other arm at the elbow to clasp them together behind her back. âIt shouldnât have been that easy to catch you off guard.â A wholly unnecessary demonstration, but if they were proving points⌠Â
Loosening his grip as sheâd undoubtedly pull away, Bucky took a step back. âLook. Iâm not gonna waste my time if you donât want to be here, Blondie,â He had trained more than his fair share of soldiers and assassins, one of which had found her own way into their little group. He had worked with enough different personalities to know you simply couldnât teach someone who didnât want to learn. âSo are we here to work or am I free to go?â
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kay but like, this video is makin me picture jesse/adrian montage of debauchery and manchildrey #makeithappen
Send a "âŞ" for a 3 song playlist based on our muses' relationship (me, sends the meme so u dont have to dig into the abyss bc im a good person) lm/jb
prisoner - the weeknd ft. lana del rey
maybe Iâve been always destined to end up in this placeI donât mean to come off selfish, but I want it alllove will always be a lesson, letâs get out of itâs waycause I know, all I know, all I knowIâm a prisoner to my addictionIâm addicted to a life thatâs so empty and so coldIâm a prisoner to my decisions
illuminated - hurts
time waits for no oneso do you want to waste some time tonight?donât be afraid of tomorrowjust take my hand, Iâll make it feel so much better tonightsuddenly my eyes are open, everything comes into focuswe are all illuminated, lights are shining on our faces, blindingswim with your sorrows and try delusion for a whileitâs such a beautiful lieÂ
soaked - adam lambert
soaked to the bone, sink like a stonewalk home alone, itâs not the first timeitâs not the worst crime, your soul will be okayand youâve had enough searching for loveand you miss the touch of someone new
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 iâm sorry i went to go write baby fluff but this was at the top of my likes iâm soRRY // @trcubledycuthâ
Jesse raised a brow at the prompt to share his middle name amidst her teasing scolding, a clear âyeah rightâ written across his expression. âFeel free to guess.â He dismissed with a wave of his hand, though a small smile settled as he watched her shift her own attention to her drink, focusing far too intently on the glass pressed to her parted lips. Spending time with Leah was tricky, but only because of how easy it was. There was no drama, no extensive history, no responsibility, no bitter sighs or heavy glances, no hidden meaning to interpret and decipher behind every little conversation. Just the absolute present, the excitement of existing solely in the here and now. It was a strange situation considering his own relationship history, but a welcome distraction nonetheless.Â
Breezing over her prompt to do better with a âyouâll seeâ kind of shrug, Jesse stretched as he leaned back, speaking with his hand that dangled from her shoulder at the wrist. âWho, me?â Jesse questioned, âNope, not really. Super passive. Kind of bookish, actually. Even used to spend every free period out in the courtyard practicing my clarinet. Lunch too.â Clearly the man was borderline incapable of offering a legitimate, sincere answer when the alternative to goof off was available, but heâd hardly ever been faulted for his tendency to shoot the shit.Â
Although Jesse couldnât pinpoint what it was that caused her to tense up so suddenly, he opted to take the opportunity to circle back to Leahâs challenge that heâd oh so knowingly disregarded instead of asking what was wrong. âCold?â He echoed, knitting his brows together in faux concern as his eyes swept over her. âNo, itâs really notâŚâ Jesse trailed, shifting in his seat to face her. âOh no, do you think you might have a fever?â He asked, raising his arm and pressing the back of his hand to her forehead.Â
Seemingly unable to spot it, Jesse flipped his hand with a contemplative hum to gently press his palm to her temple, testing different spots along the frame of her face though his eyes remained on hers. âOh,â Jesse exclaimed, dropping his hand in understanding with a conclusive, apologetic nod. âNevermind. Iâm probably just giving you chills.â
He held the deadpan expression for a few long beats before he cracked, bursting into a snicker of laughter. It was a matter of moments before he held up an arm, raising his brows amidst a self satisfied smirk in a prompt for Leah to deliver her judgement. She had asked for a terrible pickup line.
@trcubledycuth looking at all our psychos like k.Â
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Iâm sry that my brain is mush & the light funny shit is v easy to write without having to think // @trcubledycuthâ
How many years had it been? Jesse Bracken had faced many a powerful person in his day since his teenage years, but something about sitting in the Principalâs office had him almost giddy with how harmlessly intimidating it was. Unfortunately, he had spent his fair share of time mouthing off to the wrong adult when he was Bamâs age, but that was pretty standard, wasnât it?
Jesse couldnât have agreed more â this was fucking stupid, but the aura of entitled arrogance exuding from his son was clearly getting him nowhere fast. âLanguage.â He corrected quickly, shifting in his seat as Principal Hendersonâs gaze fell on him. As much as Jesse wanted to back Bam up (of course he wasnât mad at his son for defending himself?) he knew enough about people to tell from the look on the other adultâs face that the kid was six or seven more huffed words at best away from expulsion.
So instead of agreeing, Jesse scoffed at Bamâs final display of petulance, turning in his seat so he was facing him. âAlright. Thatâs enough.â He stated firmly, holding out his hand. âGive me your phone.â He demanded, fingers moving to curl toward his empty palm before Bam could protest. âGive me your phone.â Jesse repeated, hardly giving him a chance to do so before he used his other hand to gesture vaguely over his shoulder. âGo wait outside in the hall.â He instructed, giving him a look that might have come across as entirely fed up and stern if Bam werenât able to pick out the just do it or youâre fucked peeking through the co-conspirator beneath.
The second he heard the door fall shut behind Bam, Jesse turned his attention back to the man watching him carefully from behind the almost humorously large desk. âLook, Principal Henderson, I am so sorry.â He apologized, features melting into a mixture of sincerity and exasperation. âMy son is just going through some stuff at home right now, and Iâm sure thatâs why heâs acting out.â He started, fidgeting in his seat for a moment during a pointed pause before sucking in a breath and raising his eyes from their focus on his wringing fingers. âHis mother has gotten into a pretty serious relationship,â Jesse began to explain, his tone implying it was probably anything but, âAnd the guy moved in not too long ago. Itâs been hard on him, you know?â He asked, shaking his head with a sigh.
âI understand that there has to be some kind of consequence for his idiotic and reckless behavior, and rest assured Iâd be more than happy to take care of that at home, butâŚ. look, spring break starts in two days. Let me just take him off your hands for now ââ AKA please do not put a suspension on his record, âHe can stay at home with me for the next few days, I can take some time off and weâll work it out. Iâd be happy to come back after the break for a follow up too if you think that would help.â
No more than five minutes later, Jesse exited the Principalâs office and wrapped his fingers around Bamâs upper arm, pulling him to his feet from his seat on the bench outside. Waiting for the click of the door behind him before he spoke, he raised his other hand, pointing his finger in a way that obviously meant business. âYou are so fucking lucky that youâre my son, Bam.â Jesse started, his expression stern despite his words. âBut Hendersonâs watching, and if you donât act like I just dropped some major consequences on your ass, the extra two days I just got added to your Spring Break are gonna show up on your record.â IE, mom is gonna find out.Â
âSo sell it and letâs get the hell out of here.â Jesse finished, dropping his arm and turning away, waiting half a beat before he turned back, the intent to put on a show causing the following gesture for him to follow now or else to border on too dramatic⌠but had Jesse ever really been anything less? Damn, he should have been an actor.
idk iâm sry //Â Â @trcubledycuthâ
Were Aubrey a more sullen soul, she would have scoffed at his assurance. Instead, she smiled, an insincere curve of her lips that failed to reach her eyes as her fingertips absentmindedly caressed her right ankle. âYeah. I know.â She agreed, though her mind screamed entirely the opposite.Â
 Aubrey wasnât stupid. She knew the moment she had heard that pop that it was all over⌠but her optimism had helped her delude herself. She would be fine, she just needed a few months â and why not spend those months getting away from all the local drama and shacking up with some old friends? Physical therapists were just as capable in New York as they were in CaliforniaâŚ. But that hardly mattered when the doctor told her she had to wait at least six months before resuming her typical activity.Â
While she was incredibly grateful to have narrowly avoided surgery, six months was a death sentence in her world. For someone who typically spent at least nine hours in the studio every single day, she may as well have spent the next sixth months digging a nice, deep grave for her career. She loved the people she had worked with, but ballet didnât wait. There was always someone stronger, younger than you willing to take your place. Holding a principal position in any company hardly instilled âawayâ time, considering how many were vying for your spot.Â
The second Aubrey had set foot on that stupid plane to New York, she knew she was reconciling a loss⌠and yet, she found one excuse after another to stay while she healed and worked through physical therapy, until finally she had a real reason that she couldnât go home. But how was she supposed to tell Levi that going home meant admitting everything was gone? Sure, she could easily hop into a spot within her company and resume dancing⌠but she would be placed in the entourage at best. Aubrey didnât like to think of herself as someone with much of an ego, but could she really stomach having fought her way tooth and nail up to Prima Ballerina just to fall back into the chorus line like some college kid testing the waters?
 Aubrey had had absolutely zero doubts about her purpose and future before she came back to New York - before she met Levi. The thought was too big of a pill to swallow, and Aubrey simply sighed, making every possible effort to push her inner turmoil back to the depths of âweâll figure it out,â closing her eyes as she leaned against his chest. What else could she even do? She had no applicable skills, no desires or interests bankable beyond the one thing she had spent practically every waking moment for as long as she could remember delving deeply into. Without dance, Aubrey didnât know what to do â who she was. She had to go back, right? Like Levi said â check it out⌠but it was so hard to go back when she knew full well that doing so would only be a harsh slap of reality, and here? Here was calm. Comfortable. Soothing. Secure. Home, in a way.
âIs it really so bad that I wanna stay a bit longer?â She asked, tilting her head up to seek his gaze. Levi was entirely too perceptive, and Aubrey was painfully aware that he could tell there was more than a fractured relationship or two keeping her from going back. At least here, she could revel in the comfort of the little niche she had carved for herself, wrapped in the false security that her former life would be waiting for her back home.
continued from this meme bc iâm a trash can whoâs here for the lulz. //Â @trcubledycuthâ
âSmooth.â Jesse offered with an assuring nod, sarcasm warring against the amusement in his expression as Bam all but flipped her off the bed in surprise. In spite of (or because of?) the fact that it would undoubtedly make this situation all the more uncomfortable, Jesse flipped the lights back up as he moved into the room.
âThe studio, huh?â He repeated, giving a loose gesture to the room that was entirely not the studio as he passed the bed. âYâknow, I might think you were lying to me,â Jesse continued, âBut that kid who left like twenty duplicate comments on your Instagram was right â kinda sounds like youâve got a few kinks to work out on the second fill.â Not that someone with a fan account could possibly be the judge of a song theyâd never heard, but still.
Considering the fact that he spent a few hours shirtless in front of thousands of people on a pretty regular basis, Jesse hardly thought twice about it as he peeled the sweaty fabric from his back. Not to mention they were in his room, after all. He pulled his shirt over his head and unceremoniously discarded it on the floor next to the duffel bag heâd just dropped before moving to the closet, pointedly ignoring the pair awkwardly fumbling behind him.
What, was he supposed to be mad that his teenage son was acting like a teenager?
âI donât have time to yell at you right now,â He started, tugging a shirt at random from itâs hanger and slipping it over his arms. âBut rest assured young man, I am very disappointed in you.â Jesse said in his best âstern dadâ voice, turning around as he continued fastening the buttons down the front of his shirt. âAnd we will be having a discussion about this tonight.â He finished, brows raised as he somehow managed to not crack a smile.
Was he really getting âthereâs a sock on the doorâ ejected from his own house? Truthfully, Jesse had all the time in the world to stick around and make his son miserable - the only reason he was even home was to spend some time with him. Fortunately, while he loved to tease him, there was a fine line between humorously embarrassing and âIâm going to be talking about this with my therapist in ten yearsâ mortifying â believe it or not, Jesse did have a little mercy where that was concerned.
But stillâŚ
âOh, hey, Bamm-Bamm?â Jesse asked, catching himself with a palm that flattened against the door frame on his way out, pushing himself backward as he angled his body to look over his shoulder. âTry being good in your own bed next time, âkay?â He teased, barely concealing the following snicker with a few hits on the door frame as he once again moved to pass through.
âLater, kiddo!â He called from the next room in a sing-song voice colored with amusement. Sure, they werenât going to get in trouble for the scene Jesse just walked in on, but the blush warming their faces was punishment enough.
Time to find some other way to kill the next few hours, then.
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It had taken Harry and Hermione three days to sweep the sleepy town of Pleasantville for any sign of Ronald Wealsey. Thus far, theyâd been unsuccessful and considering theyâd found the likes of Draco Malfoy â who now seemed like a complete nutter â yet no Ron? It was cause for concern. Hermioneâs parents werenât her parents. Before ever stepping foot into the wizarding world sheâd been very much under the shelter of muggles, awaiting her moment to shine. Sheâd grown with classic muggle history, she knew her time periods â and this was undeniably not any sheâd ever experienced first hand. The style, mannerisms, people were a picturesque image of 1950â˛s America; not at all like Hogwarts, or the world she knew.Â
While her father retained his dental license â his own practice, Hermioneâs mother had seemingly never been anything more than a housewife that doted over her husband (and Hermione, much to her unease). Her own room and wardrobe had shifted drastically and though one could argue a vintage charm, she was stuck nauseous over the fact it looked as if her closet had merged with Dolores Umbridgeâs. All of that seemed unimportant when they came face to face with the reality at hand â while displaced, with no recollection of how they came to be, their powers and wands had been swept from the narrative.Â
It was one thing to be helpless, but Hermione wouldnât accept that â not when theyâd figured out everything theyâd come to face thus far. Potions, hexes, portkeys, along with a strong memory charm could do the trick but the scale was far larger than anything sheâd ever seen before; Harry as well. The lack of any Order members also posed a bit of a worry too. A notebook was tucked into Hermioneâs purse, containing all their theories and the possibilities thus far. Sheâd been intending to meet Harry at the diner when she came face to face with the sight. Ronald Weasley. Her purse dropped onto the pink leather of the booth as Hermione moved faster than she ever had before â nearly tripping on herself. A shrill, yet impossibly grateful âRon!â squeaked over the Jukebox, catching the attention of most of the patrons as she collided with an impossible force, her arms wrapping tight around his neck. âWeâve been so worried about you! Harry and I â â Hermione continued, though the proximity and disbelief had quieted her significantly. Their collision had also successfully knocked the wind out of her to some degree. âWeâve been trying to find you and we thought â â That she was oversharing, in a public setting where they were most likely being watched.Â
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The past few days had been a whirlwind of confusion for Ron in a way that he hadnât quite been able to explain when his frowning mother had prodded him at the breakfast table as he failed to make a dent in the excessive plate heâd usually have devoured without a second thought. His best friends were completely icing him out, and random people he had known his whole life were suddenly acting so weird around him.
Had he done something wrong?
What did everyone seem to know that he didnât?
The uncertainty had begun to dig its piercing hooks into the vulnerable flesh of his insecurities, putting him on edge. He could hardly recall a day without seeing either Harry or Hermione for just about as long as he could remember now, so why had the both of them decided to up and disappear on him out of absolutely nowhere? Presumably together, nonetheless⌠why else?
Even still, Ron had for the most part relatively succeeded in doing what he did best; keeping his head down, buried in the sand if he had to, and pushing forward. He was upset, but he didnât have the answers. What was he supposed to do, sit in his room and stare at the wall all day? No, instead he found himself at the diner, fingers tapping idly along the side of the chilled glass in front of him, what was left of the frothy milkshake within melting down to an unappetizing puddle at the bottom as he exchanged pleasantries with familiar faces that didnât squint at him like he had a second head growing from his neck.
The familiar shriek loudly encompassing his name drew Ronâs immediate attention, though the second or two it took to turn his head toward the sound and slip off the edge of the stool was not enough to brace himself on his feet before Hermioneâs body slammed into his, eliciting an audible ooph from the redhead as he stumbled backwards, saved from furthering any humiliation by the counter he had just vacated catching his waist with a painful shove.
The emotional rollercoaster her breathless greeting had taken him on in a matter of seconds would have been enough to short circuit an empath â surprise, happiness, worry, confusion, and finally settling on the resurgence of the anger that had been bubbling beneath the surface at his perceived notion that he had been placed under the silent treatment for some reason. His cheeks flushed regrettably with a mixture of his frustration with the situation and his discomfort with the many sets of eyes her dramatic entrance had drawn to them.
âBeen trying to find me?â He repeated, hushed tone soured with incredulous disbelief. Ron shrugged out of her embrace, a move that was irritating in its difficulty considering how frustrated he was with her. âYouâre the lot thatâs run off and left the phone ringing for days, not me.â He dismissed, reaching back to grab the backpack he had left on the vacant stool beside him. If it had been a misunderstanding, it certainly wasnât for lack of trying on his part. âWhereâs Harry, then?â He asked, unable to reign in the bitter edge wrapped around the question. âOr is that just between you two?â Ron tacked on flippantly as he pulled the strap over his shoulder and moved to exit the diner, prying eyes spurring an increasing urgency to leave before he furthered the scene sheâd put him in.