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If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you t r u s t it? I mean write poems in these songs dedicated to you And you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen

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ofviolxts :

“My day has been somewhat stressful today, I managed to forget everything I needed, my script, my purse, my bag, food, you name it i forgot it. Including my patience. I just want to go drown myself in fries and hide in a blanket.”

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or concerned. Right now I think it’s both. How do you manage to forget everything? Wild night?”

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rcmanoodles :

“what the fuck did you just say about paris hilton? i’ll have you know she’s one of the hottest and most intelligent girls to grace this planet. without her we wouldn’t even have the kardashians. she’s changed the world, and no one even gives her proper credit. it’s a shame, but i can appreciate a queen. also they’re not even that bad, i just wear them to lounge around the house.”

“You need professional help. Or you need to meet hotter girls -- I really can’t believe you picked Paris Hilton of all people to be your celebrity crush. People like Megan Fox exist, and you choose to give your loyalty to Paris Hilton. I will never get over that. Remind me to never let you set me up on a blind date ever. I’m scared of who you’d pick.”

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mcdelinex :

“That’s such a stupid rule!” Madeline whined as Eliot pushed her legs off the couch. Pouting at him before lifting her legs back up and draping them over his lap. She smiled as innocently as she could and made herself comfortable. “I think we can come to some sort of a compromise, don’t you think?” Maddie lay back against the cushions and rolled her eyes. “Okay, you act as if any Tinder fuckboy would actually be interested in having dinner with my family. What century do you live in?” she shook her head and then scoffed. “Trust me. You don’t hold a candle to my brother, he’s a gentleman,” she teased. She continued to drink her water, surprisingly parched after her light workout routine.

“Hey, hey. Don’t underestimate what a tinder fuckboy would do for a free meal.” Eliot warned, not bothering to push her legs off as he shut his eyes and rested back against the couch, arms folded over his chest. After a short lived internal debate as to whether he should respond or ignore the girl next to him, he opened one eye and turned his head towards her. Most of the time, Madeline was impossible for Eliot to ignore, and now was no exception. “Are you telling me I’m not a gentleman?” He countered, catching her smirk behind the glass of water she held to her face. “I’m an angel. The nicest, sweetest man to ever grace the planet. Women everywhere would be lucky to date me. They’d all beg to introduce me to their families, and when we break up their parents would be heart broken and wonder for the rest of their lives how their daughter could be so stupid and let such a gentleman go.”

[eliotpls-blog1]

Writing her most aggrandizing novel yet and in a coffee shop of all places, meant that Imogen had finally reached the apex - the high horses of all horses - of literary pretentiousness. Clip clop clip clop - what a view. Even though she had been furiously typing away, what she had written so far was rubbish. Pausing, she looked up for anything or anyone to distract her. Noticing someone sitting at the table across from hers, she breathed in cautiously before asking them an awful question. “What sounds better? ‘As I grew obstreperous, the atelier of my mind became moribund’ or ‘my propitious state masked the reality of my scrofulous choices’?” As soon as the words came out of her mouth, regret washed over her face. “I know. I know what you’re thinking. I’m as fake as fake can get, right?“ Shaking her head and breathlessly laughing at her own ridiculousness, Imogen quickly turned away. But, unfortunately, the ball was in their court now and really, she just wanted to prepare herself for the worst. If I’m still here post-Ivory exposure, she thought to herself ( a poor attempt at self-reassurance ),  then I can handle anything…right? At least, she sure as hell hoped so.

He recognized her, of course he recognized her. You’d have to live under a rock not to. Eliot didn’t approach her though; he only knew of her. He didn’t actually know her. Plus, she looked busy, so he was fine with keeping his distance. He’d been mindlessly scrolling through twitter while waiting for his coffee to be cool enough to drink, so it took him a minute to register that she was talking to him. Even once he came to that realization, though, he found it hard to process the dictionary of words she’d just thrown at him. So he said the first thing that popped into his head, possibly the worst decision he could’ve made in that moment. “I think you should probably go back to letting other people write your shit for you.” He shrugged. 

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WOW SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ON

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mcdelinex :

“That’s such a stupid rule!” Madeline whined as Eliot pushed her legs off the couch. Pouting at him before lifting her legs back up and draping them over his lap. She smiled as innocently as she could and made herself comfortable. “I think we can come to some sort of a compromise, don’t you think?” Maddie lay back against the cushions and rolled her eyes. “Okay, you act as if any Tinder fuckboy would actually be interested in having dinner with my family. What century do you live in?” she shook her head and then scoffed. “Trust me. You don’t hold a candle to my brother, he’s a gentleman,” she teased. She continued to drink her water, surprisingly parched after her light workout routine.

"okay, no it is not. You have way stupider rules." He countered. "This one is actually pretty useful. For example, it gives everyone else room to sit." He finished, not bothering to move her legs off him. "Don't knock tinder. There are some perfectly wholesome men on there. You could swipe right on your soulmate but you'll never know because you're too narrow minded to find him."

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mcdelinex :

“Hey! You’ve got a problem with my Nana?” she shouted back. “I’ve been calling her that for over two decades. What else am I supposed to call her?” When Eliot returned to the living room, Madeline got up from her final pose and grabbed the glass out of his hands. She took a long drink and then plopped down on the couch, exhaling. “Okay, first of all, I don’t have a boyfriend so I don’t see how a similar situation as that can actually happen this year. Sorry to burst your bubble,” she smirked playfully at him. “However, I did have a date come home for dinner once that tried to make that joke. I was asking my dad to pass the mac and cheese and my date made a quick grab for it and stared deadass in my dad’s eyes and was like I think she was talking to me, sir and that’s when my brother punched him.”

“What?” Eliot responded incredulously. “Burst my -- I refuse to have my bubble burst. Come on, the month is still young. Don’t worry, I’ll set up a tinder profile for you and pick a guy in, like, one hour, tops.” He pushed Madeline’s legs off the couch and immediately took their place before she could protest. “We’ve talked about this, you can’t take up the whole sofa. Especially after I’ve just learned that I missed a real life manifestation of twitter’s most popular joke. I’d like to say I’d be as noble as your brother and swing on the dude, but really, I’d probably high five him. And ask him to say it again for snapchat purposes.”

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lunvnuncz :

”Oops!” the petite brunette squeaked out as she stumbled out of a closet door. her glazed over doe-eyes met the by-stander who watched her walk into the closet a few moments before. “Honest mistake…” she slurred before awkwardly trying to walk away. 

“Disappointed it didn’t lead to Narnia?” He asked jokingly, quickly saving the girl from running into the wall in front of them. “I’m really not one to cut people off but uh -- are you sure you’re good?”

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charliemodson :

“We’re fucking going out, I’m not saying it again!” he said, half laughing. After the day, week, month Charlie had had, he was ready to go out and have a great time. He wasn’t going to worry about work, Ivory, paparazzi, his manager, or anything else that had been a gnat in his ear recently. He was going to have a damn good time. “Come on, I promise it’ll be fun. I know the perfect bar.. to start out at.” he said to the person next to him, raising his eyebrows excitedly. “Get your coat.”

“Dude -- I’m, like, high out of my fucking mind right now. I can’t feel my face. I’m about to astral project. If you throw me into a room full of people right now, the results won’t be pretty. Can’t you just chill here and get addicted to cocaine or watch porn or something equally relaxing?”

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rcmanoodles :

“listen, a couple nights ago i was swiping through tinder and i came across paris hilton. i decided to swipe right for shits and giggles, i was in awe when i actually matched with her. anyways, i slid into her dms in hopes of having a you know  — conversation, but then she replied with not in those sweatpants. how would she know i was wearing sweatpants? suddenly i hear my mother in the living room busting out laughing, it was her…my mother was catfishing on tinder as paris hilton.”

“There’s a lot to judge about this. Like -- a lot. The most pressing one is that Paris Hilton is not that hot. Let’s be real, if she weren’t famous, you wouldn’t swipe right. Well -- I’m hoping you wouldn’t swipe right. For the sake of preserving whatever bond we may have, I’m assuming you wouldn’t swipe right. Second most pressing, and I don’t know how this ranks above your mom swiping right with you, but you had to have been in some really disgusting, bottom of the barrel sweatpants for even your mom to roast you for them. Throw those away man, you’re doing yourself a favor.”

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landonlmk :

“Fucking smart man you are, Eliot. Never show your weakness, excellent tactic. I, however, happen to have on file that you once cried at a Taylor Swift concert.. 1989 Tour. Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. August 25, 2015. True or false? And trust me, I have ways of proving so lying isn’t getting you out of anything.”

“ -- Alright, truce. Please. Before I reconsider killing you just for my personal sanity, so that I can walk around happily knowing no one is alive with that information. It’s actually sounding like a pretty good option right now, so you have about ten seconds to give me a really good reason to keep you around.”

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mcdelinex :

“well, i really dodged a bullet then,” she smirked, pulling her leg higher to stretch out the muscles in her thigh. “it’s the holiday season which means visits from daddy, and nana, and my darling big brother. aren’t impending family gatherings always stressful?” maddy lowered her leg and lowered her upper body, aligning herself into the downward facing dog pose. “could you bring me a glass of water, actually? i’m almost done.” she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to remember how long she should stay in that position.

“Daddy? Nana?” Eliot teased, grin hidden by the refrigerator door as he reached for the water filter. “What are you, five?” The door swung shut and he rolled his eyes at Madeline’s request for water. “And what do I look like, huh? Some kind of water fetcher whore?” He demanded, emerging from the kitchen with two glasses anyway. “You know that joke where like a girl has her boyfriend and her dad at dinner, and she says something like daddy pass the salt, and everyone has a good laugh because they both reach for the salt? Please tell me it’s happened to you at least once before, and please give me reassurance that something equally hilarious and humiliating for you will happen this year. I need to know ahead of time because I want to be prepared so I can catch it on video.”

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#just besties living together

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mcdelinex:

madeline angled her head slightly in eliot’s direction and threw him a challenging smirk. “my room doesn’t have enough space so, yes, this is what you walk into. shared living space,” she teased. maddy slowly lowered her leg and stretched her arms above her head before switching over to the other leg. “is that a serious question right now? i learned a few basics from youtube, the land of the tutorials,” her tone made it clear that the answer should have been evident. madeline laughed as eliot’s scenario grew more and more absurd. “oh my god! el ! calm down, it’s early morning yoga to stress relief and relaxation. you’ve really got something against yoga? how dare you threaten to unfollow me? i can’t believe you, you’re such a drama queen!”

"I was going to make a joke about how I could help stretch you out, but since you just called me a drama queen, no jokes for you." He replied with fake defiance as he stepped around her to reach the refrigerator. "What do you mean stress relief? What're you stressed about? Besides trying to do yoga without breaking a leg?"

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mcdelinex:

“ okay, now, before you start laughing, yes i’m doing yoga, ” madeline began from where she stood on her yoga mat in the center of the room. she held one leg up by the calf as she extended the rest of her body forward to maintain her balance. she was actually pretty flexible thanks to years of dance classes – she wasn’t perfect but the poses weren’t hurting her too badly. “ this one is called standing bow, and i’ll have you know that yoga is great for your sex life. ”

Eliot watched in amusement, most of his body weight being supported by the door frame he was leaning against. “All I wanted was a glass of water. And possibly pizza.” He responded dryly. “This is what I walk into?” He shook his head, though he couldn’t deny that he was at least a little impressed – mostly because he knew that if he tried something like that, he’d break his neck. “Where did you even learn yoga? Don’t you need, like, a trainer for that or something? Please don’t tell me you’re going to start posting instagram pictures of you in whack poses, or become one of those weird yoga obsessed girls who drink way too much herbal life and eat their weight in yogurt. I swear to god, I will unfollow you, and I will tell all my followers to unfollow you.”