sharpened like a knife

est. january 20th, 2018 private + selective + mutuals only independent pro–wrestling and oc multimuse. low activity. written by gemma.

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moving to @flawedhearts bubs <3

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kiteinahurricane​:

@dyingbrced​ liked the thing for a starter

He’d opted out of the school run that morning, much to Eva’s chagrin, and firmly planted himself in front of the TV instead. It was strange, trying to get used to the slow-pace of daily life, but so long as he had something to look forward to - in this case, Alexi’s return home - it made it all just a little bit easier.

Hand was wrapped around a hot mug of black coffee when the front door opened, the flicking of the TV display as he slogged through channels stopping, the man on the sofa throwing an arm over the back of the sofa so he could look at his lover as he entered the house. “Still in one piece? I’m shocked. That outfit? I’d have assumed that the mothers would’ve been all over you… Maybe that’s just me, though, hm?”

The school run had become far more exciting knowing that he had something to look forward for the rest of the day, or more like someone. Seeing James making himself at home warmed every inch of his body, when he asked him to stay this wasn’t what he had expected to have come from it. But he couldn’t have wanted anything else now that he had this.

A low laugh escaped his lips at the comment on his attire, turning in a circle to show off his clothes for the day. At least he’d made the effort to put something on. Not that he was complaining of course, no, never, “I managed to come back unscathed, next time it’s your turn to fight them off.. though I would recommend more clothes if you want a fighting chance..” The grin on his face was unmistakable as Alexi approached the back of the sofa and leaned in for a kiss, “Coffee for me too I hope..”

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at some point when i feel motivated, i’m going to properly update my muses. watch this space ;)

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feelin a lil sleepy,,, hit me up on discord until i inevitably fall asleep

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killedminds​:

It certainly didn’t take much more than a vague hint at beckoning him forth further into the room to goad Lyle into his boyfriend’s arms; his smile was bashful as Alexi teased, buried against the man’s neck as the younger man chose the other’s lap over the actual bed.

“You’d not be worried about us gossipin’? I’m sure I could weasel a few embarrassin’ stories about ya outta your mum. I’m also not entirely sure if I’m ready for the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing yet, but-” not that they hadn’t already jumped that hurdle, but staying in the same house as Alexi’s mother for a weekend? That was a bit… terrifying. “You’re gonna phone me before bed, though, yeah? Tell me all about your day and how brilliant everyone thinks you are?”

A quiet noise of surprise left his mouth as he was rather promptly trapped in his spot on the edge of the bed by Lyle, who seemed very intent on keeping his full attention for as long as possible. His hands ran up his boyfriend’s back, he was a familiar kind of warm now, the kind he didn’t want to let go of.

“Every story I would tell you if you asked nicely enough,” the prospect of his own mother telling long tales about him behind his back made Alexi nervous, she had perfected the art of drawing out the most embarrassing details that made him feel like a child all over again. “Like that time she found out I didn’t just like women..” a vivid memory he would have loved to have lived over and over again, she was every bit the supportive mother he needed. That’s why he wasn’t nervous about her staying with Lyle, she’d treat him like her own son. “If you don’t want her to stay, then of course I’ll call you for as long as I am able.. your voice soothes me, my love.”

[itsyearning]

Colson Baker (Machine Gun Kelly)

↳ in The King of Staten Island (2020) dir. Judd Apatow 

[clayelenas]

Greyston Holt as Clay Danvers in Bitten (2014 - 2016)

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kiteinahurricane​:

“When have I not?” It’s a question that’s just as loaded as Alexi’s, delivered expertly in a way only a man like James could manage. He did have feelings for the man before him, it was just a matter of reconciling them both within himself and the life he led. He hadn’t yet faced a problem he couldn’t solve, but practical problems out in the field were far simpler than conflicts of the heart.

His body language opens almost instantly as Alexi shuffles ever closer, the spark of something between them enough to convince James to stay just a little bit longer, if the situation necessitated it. “I’m not going to be in the country for at least a week or two-” his go-to measurement of time when he was estimating his absence, “-and after that there’s no guarantee that I’ll have time when I get back, but-” he trails off, piercing blue eyes unwavering, “As long as you want me, I’m here.”

There had always been something there between them from day one, a little something they shouldn’t have let themselves get caught up in quite so quickly as they had. In hindsight it had caused a great deal of pain for both of them even if James never really went to great lengths to show his emotions so openly. When it came to matters of the heart it seemed far more difficult to express sincerity, he understood that it meant one hell of a guard had to come down but when it budged a little he was afforded far more than expected.

“Rather would have you back sooner..” Alexi chewed on the inside of his cheek when he spoke because he knew he was asking for something he probably couldn’t have. Even his daughter had gotten used to the presence of another person around the place, so he always had to be the one explaining why her favourite person wasn’t around. “I know you can’t stay. But can you at least, say goodbye to Éva too?” It was all well and good him experiencing all the pining that he did but with the added pressure of kicking and screaming, it had a tendency to get overwhelming.

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continued from @killedminds x

They hadn’t thought they’d ever have something like this, a bond that felt all encompassing and completely genuine. Not many people got to see behind the scenes of a derby practice except for the team, but they had all given their approval for the new presence in Frey’s life. A soft noise left their mouth as their quiet request to be laced up was appeased within mere moments, “Maybe I just like getting your attention... plus your fingers are far more nimble than mine.”

A retching sound came from across the room, and a whole chorus of laughing filled the room. It was commonplace to tease them now, their gentle heart really did counteract their intimidating derby getup - anyone who judged on appearance only was going to be missing out.

Grey had this uncanny way of making them smile, just by his presence alone. “But you’d look really cute in skates...” as if to punctuate their point, Frey reached over and squeezed at the hand tying their laces. It only seemed fair that he got the experience first hand considering he’d already grown accustomed to everything else. “Entertain the idea at least.. I promise I won’t bring the peanut gallery.”

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also gonna be resetting my tags so they’re easier, ala @killedminds.. but i’ll be a little slow and sporadic

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i could be replying to threads right now but uhh

about to add another muse

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continued from @kiteinahurricane x

This was always difficult, emotionally more than anything else because James was unbelievably infuriating but he cared for him so deeply that it hurt him to the very pit of his stomach. That’s why he had to disconnect, as he was the one who found it so hard for them to separate. There was a noticable absence as soon as their hands were no longer entwined, and he hated just how much he missed it already.

“If you intend to come back, a goodbye wouldn’t hurt,” it was lethal for Alexi to open himself up for a disappointment that was no doubt going to happen, was becoming far more commonplace lately. No matter how much he implored for it, there wouldn’t be a romantic reconnection or an admission of longing from James. But here he was already decreasing the distance mere moments after demanding to be free from familiarity, “Will you come back to me?”

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killedminds​:

@dyingbrced​ gets a teddy // stick to your guns - watsky

He’s been up for the better part of the night, typing away on his laptop. Emails seem to be never-ending, correspondence with about a dozen different people ensuring that Teddy’s kept busy as he tries to build his case. Cat naps on the couch have sustained him, Sweetie’s resigned presence offering him all the company he can expect at such an ungodly hour. Teddy’s tired, needless to say, but it’s all for a good cause.

The clacking of claws on wooden floors has him turning in his chair, yawn just barely stifled as he watches Gable descend the stairs. He only has one thing to say, a reassurance to an unasked question, “Don’t worry, this’ll all be over soon.”

It wasn’t that he worried, it was that it was a great deal more difficult to sleep in an empty bed now he was used to the warmth that company brought him. He leaned against the doorframe, the contact with his bare torso raising goosebumps his arms. Even Bruce had the good sense to get his ‘girl’ to tuck tail and go back to the cosy human bed that he’d vacated, “Man’s best friend huh?”

Gable couldn’t help but tease him, but as normal they’d been left behind. “I know you’re all busy but you need to sleep,” he reasoned, holding his arms out for a very needed hug they clearly both needed by that hour on the clock. His yawn was loud and not at all stifled, he almost could have slept where he stood if not for intentions with Teddy. “Come to bed yeah? Surely it can wait...”

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DANIEL CRAIG as BENOIT BLANC Knives Out (2019)

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your mind is a garden — where can you be found?

between the flower beds 

you breathe in the smell of lillies, the shadows of their blossoms falling over your face. you let the beauty embrace you - do you pretend to be one of them? are you one of their kind? you want to be good, but you have to face the reality of not being perfect. sometimes, just being might be enough. sometimes, it is simply about breathing in and out. soak in the beauty of the most simple of things constantly buzzing around you. look closer and hear the heartbeat of everyday life. learn to look for kindness and it will find its way to you. after all, the flowers have already found you.

tagged by: nobody but stolen from @killedminds​ + @notdoriangray​

tagging: anyone who wants to do this

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@killedminds said:  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s | august + mikey

He’d been late in from his last meeting, a consultation with another talent scout to see whether there were opportunities out there for him. It overran by a great deal despite his insistance to get home, there was hardly any room for him to start making demands when it was his future they all held in their hands. 

When he came in all the lights were off, August couldn’t help but frown that he couldn’t check in with his partner while the thoughts were fresh in his head. Instead of heading straight to bed he beelined to bathroom to wash off the smell of stagnant air and cigarette smoke that these scouts still seemed to favour. Not long after he’d gotten in the shower he heard a familiar pad of feet enter the room, “Hey..” it was quiet under the running water. So instead he turned to greet him, Mikey who surprisingly had got in behind him, but before he could open his mouth to speak they were suddenly intimately close. 

Foreheads pressed together in an extremely gentle gesture, he couldn’t help but sigh, “M’sorry about getting back late..”

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@killedminds said: [ hold ]  -  your  muse  holds  my  muses  hand. | mat + caleb

“You okay?” it wasn’t often that affection was initiated by his partner, so of course it immediately made Mat worry about him. He squeezed instinctively, and made a point of looking at just how tightly braced together their hands were, almost enough to cut off the circulation if he thought to dare to complain. Maybe there wasn’t anything wrong, maybe it had just been unintentional and not something he should have even mentioned.

Nonetheless he brought up their entwined fingers and kissed the back of Caleb’s hand, “Not that I’m totally hating this but I’d like to think I know you.”