* 𝙘𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨.

𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞.

[dulcetire]

the  starters  i  owe  would  have  been  up  by  now  if  i  didn’t  keep  redoing  them  because  of  the  fact  i  think  my  writing  is  hot  garbage   !

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𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐲.

      “ say less, then. ” he smiles as he finally sets sight on the bundle of keys, & turns his focus back onto sora. long legs will take him to where she had been seated, her phone lying face down on the couch & – though he sorta, somewhat, trusted her – he’ll pick up the device, & place it in his back pocket. “ i just think it’s so unhealthy .. your job. no offense. i know, it’s everyone’s DREAM ; but really, how much fun can it be having to document everything you do ?? ” and he’ll pick up his denim jacket from the sofa as well, gracefully sliding it onto pale arms. maybe it’s because he had less going for him, less to lose. but going GHOST was something darien was no stranger to. 

          ‘   one  could  say  both  my  jobs  are   unhealthy,   but  it’s  simply  an  opinion  withheld  by  someone  else.   ’   online  endeavors  come  across  far  more   ruinous   than  long  nights  spent  within  club,  obsession  over  social  media  platforms  the   métier   seemingly  driving  poor  sora  towards   BRINK   of  insanity.   ‘   you’re  right  though,  the  constant  pressure  of  having  to  post  so  frequently   &   make  it  all  visually  pleasing  can  just  become  so   draining.   ’   with  a  sigh,  ample  physique  rises  from  couch  before  gentle  steps  carry  her  towards  purse  sat  upon  hardwood  floor.  if  she  was  going  pull  a   disappearing  act,   better  to  do  it  while  she  was  still convinced  it  was  a  good  idea.

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𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐲.

    she’s FULLY aware of what she’s doing. if it were up to charlotte, the methods of her teasing would be amplified to a whole other extent. but, given the circumstances of their situation, and seeing as she was just crying no less than ten minutes ago, she figures it’s best to not get too ahead of herself … that is, until she feels him creep up behind her, & – god. if only he knew .. the mission of trying to cook a meal with the thoughts racing through her head was going to prove to be QUITE difficult. with an over exaggerated sigh being released into the air, she’ll follow suit into the kitchen. “ babyyyy .. on second thought .. ” she’ll whine, hopping up on the counter to take a seat well within alexander’s range of vision, extending her arms out in a motion for him to come closer. “ i can only cook, like, two things … maybe we should order in, and i’ll make it up to you in a DIFFERENT way. hm ?? ”

          viridescent  optics  transfigure  from  hues  of  emerald,  to  shades  of  pine   &   it’s  as  if  a  switch  flicked  within  him   ...   mood   darkening   as  thoughts  unholy  overthrow  cerebrum,  conceptions  of  home cooked  meal  becoming  the  last  of  worries.  ivory  whites   s i n k   into  soft  flesh  of  lesser  brim,  gaze  trailing  over  diminutive  frame  before  long  strides  place  him  between  thighs  of  femme  sat  atop  kitchen  counter.   &   it’s  arms  making  way  around  petite  waist,   drawing   charlotte  in  close  before  warm  mouth  makes  way  to  dip  between  neck   &   shoulder   --------   tongue  delicately   SWEEPING   across  skin  before  he’s  sucking  at  it  to  form  a  mark.   ‘   you  really  think  i  give  a  fuck  about  dinner  now   ?   ’   words  are  muttered,  breath   flush   against  nape  before  brunet  begins  to  plant  feverish  kisses  up  along  jawline.   ‘   forget  about  eating,  why  don't  you  let  me  see  what  that   pretty  little  mouth   of  yours  can  do   ...   make   daddy   feel  good.   ’

[dulcetire]

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐲.

    he’ll nod in contentment, & tighten the grip he held around her petite frame. returning her gentle kiss, noah can’t help the genuine smile that crosses his face – how could she be so cute ?? “ i’m only kidding, my love. ” with green eyes gazing into those familiar chocolate pools, the man will extend a hand to brush back a piece of fawn’s hair, releasing a sigh as he does so, followed by a shrug of his shoulders. “ work, as always .. i’m so tired. i feel like it’s all i do, y’know ?? not to mention, i definitely don’t get credit where it’s due .. without me, that whole company would fall apart. it’s bullshit. ” when talking about work, it’s clear to see WHY noah is always so visibly moody, or stressed, or .. well, you get the idea. “ it’s out of my hands, though. ”

          with  time  so  often  spent  apart,  moments  such  as  this  were  cherished   &   held  closely  to  heart.  being  in  his  presence,  even  if  only  briefly,  could  always  bring   saccharine   smile  to  delicate  petals.  with  nimble  fingers   softly   curling  within  hair  upon  nape  of  his  neck,  plush  brims  trail   gentle   kisses  upon  exposed  skin  as  she   keenly   listens  to  homme  vent  about  profession   --------   actions  are  an  attempt  to  ease  mind,  fawn  only  wants  to  lighten  the  love  of  her  life’s  mood.   ‘   you  deserve  all  the  credit  in  the  world,  baby   ...   especially   with  all  the  hard  work  you  do.   ’

[dulcetire]

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐲.

    .. – it’s pathetic how truly infatuated zachary is with the boy standing besides him, and this is evident because had it been ANYONE else requesting to do something s p o n t a n e o u s tonight, the ol’ ‘sorry, i’m busy.’ excuse would come out in NO time. he loved spending time in the house with holden, of course ! but the opportunity to do something new just sounded too enticing to turn down. he’ll grin, nodding as their fingers entwined, and places a soft kiss on the boy’s knuckles as he makes way towards the door. “ i see you’re still capable of reading my mind .. what are you tryna do ? ”

          extemporaneous   adventures  were  never  particularly  number  one  upon  list  of  things  to  do   --------   though,   ADEQUATE   reasoning  stood  behind  matter  of  fact.  perhaps  the  pair  were   homebodies,   or  maybe  interruptions  from  outside  world  just  didn’t  seem  to   appease   them  as  much  as  they  did  others.  although,  surely  out stepping  comfort  zone  wouldn’t  be  that   t r e a c h  e r o u s   ...   right   ?   night  spent  outdoors  rather  than  in  could  do  holden   &   zachary  some  good.   ‘   what  if  we  went  to  a   BAR   ?   i  can’t  remember  the  last  time  i  had  a  drink.   ’

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬.

         it’d  been  a  while  since  the  pair  had  talked    &    it  hadn’t  been  this  bad  in  a  few  months     —     aaron  was  starting  to  get  worried  about  his  best  friend.  especially  after  all  the  shit  they’d  been  through   ,   he  knew  what  she  tended  to  do  when  life  got  this  bad.  when  chanel  hadn’t  answered  any  of  his  calls  or  texts   ,   the  male  took  matters  in   his  own  hands    &    drove  over  to  her  house.  after  walking  in  like  it  was  his  house    &    said  hello  to  her   ,   he  sat  himself  beside  her  on  the  couch     —     wrapping  one  arm  around  her.     ‘     ah.  while  your  mother  is  smoking  hot     —     she  can  be  a  bitch   ,   huh    ?    ’     he  moved  a  strand  of  hair  from  her  face   ,   looking  at  her  with  concern  in  his  emerald  hues.     ‘     you  should’ve  called  me.     ’     his  voice  is  now  a  mere  whisper.  vulnerability  was  never  his  strong  suit.

          guilt   &   self  condemnation  wrap  around  conscious,  penitence   crashing   down  upon  femme  like  waves  along  seashore.  she  wanted  to  call,  desired  nothing  more  than  to  hear  his  voice  in   arduous   times   ...   but,  could  never  bring  herself  to  dial  number  known  by  heart.  was  matter  of  fact  due  to  pride  so  proudly  worn   ?   only  partially.  something  about  letting  him  see  her  in  such  rut  didn’t  sit  well  within  stomach   &   happened  to  be  very  ties  holding  chanel  back  from  reaching  out  to  the  very  individual  needed   MOST.   soft  sigh  passes  through  petals,  body  almost   instantaneously   curling  into  aaron’s  as  his  arm  finds  his  way  around  frame.   ‘   i  didn’t  want  to  worry  you.   ’   but  surely  keeping  such  distance  proved  far  more  worrisome.

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬.

        having  seaira  in  his  home  again  felt  so  foreign   ;   they’d  shared  loads  of  memories  here  together     —     most  of  them  good.  it  probably  looked  the  same  as  it  did  two  or  three  years  ago.  after  the  female  had  agreed  to  move  in  with  him    &    then  left   ,   aaron  didn’t  really  see  the  point  in  changing  anything  around  the  house.  he  walks  over  to  where  he’d  previously  been  at  his  couch    &    let  out  a  big  sigh.     ‘     yeah  i  know   ,   seaira.  you’ve  said  that  about  three  hundred  times.  aren’t  you  a  bit  sick    &    tired  of  always  fucking  apologizing    ?     ’

          place  she  once  called   home,   residence  flooded  with  memories  of  past  shared,  now  only  feels  what  one  could  call   OUTLANDISH.   but  it  wasn’t  interior  that  caused   alienated  emotions,   it’s  damaged  relationship  between  pair   --------   though,  only  she  can  be  to  blame  for  such.   &   she’ll  sigh  at  words  thrown  like  daggers,   puncturing   wounded  heart.   ‘   wouldn’t  have  to  apologize  so  much  if  you’d  just   listen   for  once.   ’   response  is  muttered,  voice  nearing  whisper  as  fingers  tug  upon  ends  of  sweater  sleeves,  nervous  habit  picked  up  during  years  passed.

[16meets18history]

SOTT - Tokyo

[onscreenkisses]

[heartbeatens]

onscreenkisses‌:

You’re the best husband an undead wife could ever ask for.

Santa Clarita Diet: Shiela + Joel + moments

@dulcetire​

[vxlgars]

HERE ARE SOME PLOTS BASED ON TINDER :

i wanted to catfish you as a joke but oh shit i think i’m actually falling for you ??

we were supposed to meet our dates at the same time at the same cafe so we thought we were our dates. then they arrive but i think i like you so much better so let’s just ditch them instead

i misunderstood our date as a one night stand so i greet you in my underwear but you brought…flowers?

i hit the like button because i thought you were looking for same sex friends but when we met you start to get touchy and flirty and shit i think i might like it?

you’re the quiet kid in class but you have a semi-nude on your tinder profile and now i’m trying to get that side of you out when i see you in person

our profile pics were faceless but we’re actual soulmates. but when we meet i find out you’re mortal enemy from work/school

you seemed like a complete normal person on your profile but when we meet i find out you are completely unconventional and have the weirdest interests or kinks. i’m not sure if i like it or not

your profile said you were just gonna be a few days in town so we plan to get completely go crazy and fucked up on our date but shit, you might be my soul mate and i don’t want you to leave

[ienchanted]

The 2019 Met Gala  || Harry Styles

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Timothée Chalamet in Beautiful Boy (2018)

[arigrande-edits]

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does  my  theme  look  alright   ?   whew

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i’m  about  to  fix  this  theme   &   then  dive  back  into  my  drafts  .

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◦     ♡     𝐢.     𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬.

          calls  gone  unanswered   &   texts  ignored,  she’s  caused  a   rift   within  the  ocean   --------    aperture   so  large  there  was  no  telling  if  she’d  ever  close  the  gap  again.  but  distance  was  all  the  brunette  knew,   withdrawing   from  all  relationships  when  times  were   tempestuous   in  order  to  keep  sane  image  under  wraps.  but  hiding  away  from  the  very  person  her  entire  world  revolved  around   ?   one  could  almost  call  it   SELFISH,   but  it  had  been  what  felt  like  years  since  he’d  last  seen  her  in  such   f r e n z i e d   state   &   causing  him  worry  was  the  last  thing  chanel  wanted.   ‘   i’m  sorry  for  being  so   ...   DETACHED.   ’   it  wasn’t  as  if  she’d  slipped  away  without  reason,  consequences  of  that  would  be  much  worse.  but  head  was  in  an   abysmal  state,   unwanted  visit  from  neglectful  mother  causing  a   spiral   the  femme  never  thought  she’d  have  the  joys  of  meeting  with  again.   ‘   my  mom  was  in  town,  you  know  how  that  usually  goes.   ’

[dulcetire]

hello  angels   !   give  this  a  little   ♡   if  you’d  like  a  starter  based  off  of  something  in  your  wish  list  .  or  if  you’d  like,  feel  free  to  browse  through   this   tag   &   respond  to  one  of  my  opens  because  i’d  absolutely  love  a  couple  more  replies   !