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selective. mun & muse 18+ Take bread away from me, if you wish, take AIR away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life.

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im in a constant rotation of leaving my indie and returning to my indie and then rinsing and repeating that cycle

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lucywrites:

“yeah — yeah, you’re great.” the boy saw no point in arguing with him, anyway. instead, his confidence seemed to draw a smile from his lips, albeit a slightly bleary one. running a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame the messy waves, his features softened as he spoke. “yeah, i think so. you’re a catch, remember? murderer part and all.” with that, he cast one last grin down at the man before disappearing from the window, reappearing a few minutes later from the entrance his apartment block. “hi, um —” all of a sudden, jude was definitely regretting not stopping to put shoes on. standing on the little lawn in front of his flat, dressed in his oldest superman pyjama pants and a ratty grey t-shirt, some little spark of self-consciousness bloomed; especially as the other man was rather unfortunately attractive. it was just his luck, right? to find a mysterious (almost) stranger banging on his window… the one night he fell asleep on his books, a small ink smudge on his cheek and familiar dark rings under his eyes. just. his. luck. “i’m just gonna hope you’re not gonna judge me, ‘cause i really wasn’t planning on company tonight. you’re welcome, though  — you don’t need to thank me. not now, anyway. try it again whenever it’s bright, and i’m moody ‘cause i didn’t get enough sleep.”

damien had always been relatively friendly, and he felt like jude might be his good karma. it was nice to have someone -- especially a stranger and especially one with such kind words, when he really needed it the most. at his words, damien took it upon himself to further inspect that boy -- superman pyjama pants and all, and it brought a slight smile to his lips. “you’re like -- super cute.” damien spoke after, all filters down the drain due to his intoxication ( despite the waters he forced down before he made his way to not-jasons apartment ). “ i hope you’re not gonna judge me. i don’t know why i look like but i’m sure it’s a mess. “ he was sure his hair was going in all direction and who knew what his outfit actually looked like, but he was hoping out of some miracle he didn’t look like a complete manic. jason wouldn’t have cared, but a cute ( almost ) stranger? that’s worth caring about. “i’ll thank you then, too. you get two thanks. maybe three. you deserve them. this is really nice of you. you could just dump me off to jason or tell me to get over it but you’re not and i really appreciate it.” he was mumbling now, stumbling on his words slightly, but it was from his heart.

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snapchat ;; dork.

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trcnqxil:

HAYDEN: ¾ cup of sugar, dear Lord I can feel myself swooning HAYDEN: Enemy…………….because I stole your heart :)) HAYDEN: Me?? Miss you?? Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about HAYDEN: I didn’t believe you for one second, to be honest  HAYDEN: Just give in to the feelings, give in

MORGAN: i know i’m so romantic :) MORGAN: ha ha ha HA VERY FUNNY MORGAN: tell me you missed me jerk MORGAN: never MORGAN: you can’t make me honestly

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wcrstguys:

( open starter. )

“i’m sick and tired of you coming and going whenever you please. taking what you want, using me, treating me like i’m worth less than the dirt beneath your feet,” devon shouted, his eyes red-rimmed from the tears that had been falling down his cheeks. he didn’t want to fight, didn’t want to say these awful things, but if he wasn’t going to receive the type of love he was giving and deserved, he wasn’t going to remain with the person he was currently with. he wanted to break something, drive his fist into the wall, something. but, he stood still, not moving as he waited for the other to lash back. his eyes drifted to his own bare feet and he crossed his arms over his chest in a show of defense. “why can’t you just love me the way i love you?”

damien knew that what the other was saying was probably true. he hadn’t been good to him. in fact, he had been down right terrible. not on purpose, but something about devon scared him. something about loving someone for the first time scared him. and until now, he was just getting away with treating devon how he had -- so despite the pain of being called out, he knew he deserved it. he wanted to yell, and part of him wanted to just leave, but he knew he needed to fix this. he wanted to fix this. “ i don’t -- i -- “ he sighs softly, taking a step closer to devon. not able to find words, he carefully reach forward to wipe the remaining tears from the others cheek. “ i do. “ he said finally, stepping back again. “ i do lo-- “ he cut himself off, letting out another sigh. “ you’re worth so much to me. but i’ve never had something this real and i keep trying to push it out. i don’t want to push you out anymore.” even this much had damien feeling nervous, like he wanted to run out at any minute, but devon deserved everything, and he knew he had to start with the truth.

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i’m bored & feeling kinda anxious today so how about a reverse starter call? like this and i’ll check out some of your opens.

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lucywrites:

“you tried your best, that’s what mattered,” he joked easily, elbows resting against the windowsill as he called down. even he, sleep-deprived & scrooge-like, couldn’t stop a slight smile, casting the other boy a flash of white teeth in the early, early morning gloom. “yeah — you’re a real catch,” jude teased, lifting one hand to tuck back a loose strand of bed-head; he only knew the boy briefly, from his encounters with jason, but from what he knew of the boy on the grass beneath him, jude wasn’t lying. “he doesn’t deserve you, okay? just you wait — he’ll find himself regretting it, and he’ll be wishing he had you.” letting out a quiet yawn, he tried desperately to stifle it with one hand. “i’m glad to hear that. i generally don’t allow murderers in my flat, although i guess even if you did turn out to be the next marilynmanson, i’d have felt slightly better by not leaving you out here.” grinning down at him, he paused for a moment, joking tone replaced with one of sympathy. “i’ll be down in a second, okay? i mean, i’m sober, and not particularly sad, but i can do the friend part. let me come get you.”

damien was already feeling at ease. he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the comfort, but something about the near-stranger was, at the least, numbing the pain he was feeling over his break up. “thanks! you’re right. i’m great.” he beamed, nodding his head at the comment. the following words caused him to stop briefly, taking a soft breath in. “you think so?” his voice was a little more serious, almost like he was showing that he didn’t believe the words himself, despite his false-confidence. “well, if i am a murder it can be put on your records that you invited me in to murder you.” letting out a soft chuckle, he nodded after, waiting patiently for him to come down to get him. he did, eventually, start feeling bad that he interrupted the boys night, but he really didn’t want to walk home and being with someone sounded way better than being alone. once faced with the boy, he grinned, stepping forward in a drunk stumble. “hello, hi.” the boy was cute, even through the darkness. “have i said thanks? because -- thanks. this means a lot.” 

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snapchat ; honeybee.

DEVIN: hey babe, so DEVIN: before you get home i want to warn you DEVIN: i replaced all of your clothes w ugly christmas shirts and sweaters DEVIN: you can have your regular things back after christmas DEVIN: sorry i dont make the rules santa does

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snapchat ;; dork.

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trcnqxil:

HAYDEN: I’d be happier if you gave me a cuter nickname other than loser?? HAYDEN: Yes, only 5 hours 4 minutes & 45 seconds not that I’m counting or anything  HAYDEN: You’re reeking of love for me to be honest, you’re not subtle in the slightest  HAYDEN: I can see right through you 

MORGAN: i consulted the internet do you like any of these super cute fun nicknames  MORGAN: industrial sized jar of peanut butter MORGAN: fellow associate MORGAN: ENEMY SPOTTED MORGAN: 3/4 cup of sugar MORGAN: personally i think enemy spotted is great for you MORGAN: clearly you miss me since you know exactly how long ya jerk MORGAN: ew gross i could never MORGAN: cooties MORGAN: but at the same time... my brain wants your face to be v close to my face... so rly... who am i kidding... 

[hipster-and-thoughts]

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snapchat ;; dork.

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trcnqxil:

HAYDEN: I was going to say that I miss you too before you called me a loser HAYDEN: How should I feel about this  HAYDEN: Also HAYDEN: It’s only been five hours HAYDEN: Be careful or else I might think you have a crush on me or something :)) 

MORGAN: You should feel the love probably MORGAN: you’re the cutest loser i know :))) MORGAN: whaaaaaaaaaaat..... MORGAN: me??? having a crush??? on you?! MORGAN: i would never thats insane how dare u suggest that

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snapchat ;; dork.

@trcnqxil

MORGAN: hey loser MORGAN: i miss your face  MORGAN: this has been a psa bye

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lucywrites:

jude didn’t usually open his window in the middle of the night to strange men, but tonight was different. the noise against the glass had been enough to wake him from the accidental nap he’d taken up against his desk; nose buried in an open (and now dog-eared) textbook, he’d jolted awake, stumbling to the window. it had taken his bleary eyes a moment to work out what it was, fingers scrunching into fists to try and rub them awake, and even after he made the probably-horrible decision to acknowledge the figure, he had to double check to make sure he wasn’t making it up. “i, uh —nope. not jason. jude, though… close enough, i guess.” glancing down at the drunken figure, he couldn’t help but crack a tired smile, a lazy grin forming soon enough. “i mean, i’m sorry you got dumped. can’t fix it, though. or the wicked hangover you’re gonna have tomorrow.” he hesitated for a split second; but that was it. “maybe —you’re not a mass murderer, right? like, or even just a regular, singular murderer, ‘cause there’s only one of me up here.”

“totally nailed that one.” damien laughed softly, running a hand through his dark hair. the smile fell from his face shortly after, followed by a shrug. “yeah, it’s alright. i’m cute and i’m great and my stupid boy-- ex boyfriend will realize that and he’ll come crawling back and i’ll tell him no.” in reality, damien knew that he wasn’t coming back, but it helped saying it out loud, even if it was to a stranger who probably didn’t care. “ i can handle the wicked hangover, i think. or i’ll make jason handle it. sucks to be him, i guess. i cry more when i’m sober. “ stepping forward, the brunette laughed, shaking his head. “ i have never committed a single murder or a string of several murders in my entire life. “ damien said matter-of-factly, nodding his head. “ i’m just drunk and sad and could use a friend. promise i won’t kill you. “ that sentence was softer and more genuine as he stepped closer to the window. “ but you’re gonna have to let me in ‘cause  i’ll die if i try to climb up your window. “

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jcdedlove:

despite it being one in the morning, santiago actually wasn’t asleep. he’d actually been trying to study for about 3 hours but kept getting distracted. so when he saw the drunken male who’d been throwing rocks at his window, he decided it was a sign from god and closed his books. he looked familiar but he couldn’t remember where he knew him from until he mentioned jason. his incredibly hot neighbor. the younger nodded at him before smiling. “sure why not? jason isn’t dead so i doubt you’re an axe murderer.” he went down to the first floor and opened the door. sure, he was a little concerned but santiago and jason were friends and a friend of jason’s was a friend of his.

usually, damien was a lot more aware of what something he was doing seemed like ; for example, a sober damien would know that this probably seemed relatively creepy, but drunk damien didn’t really notice the difference between creepy and lonely after a bad breakup. “i could be! i mean -- i’m not but i--” damien laughed, stumbling forward before deciding to stop his awkward rant. patiently, damien waited for the door to open, bringing himself forward more to face the guy who was being so kind to him at a bad state. “ hey, thanks, by the way. i’m damien. “ he grinned holding out a hand for him to shake. 

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BASED ON ( xxx )

it wasn’t typical for damien to lose his demeanor like this, but drunk and dumped at one in the morning can do that to guy ; which leads to small pebbles being chucked at what he thought to be his best friends window. however, the face that popped out definitely wasn’t his best friend. suddenly amused by this, damien started laughing, stumbling closer to the window to talk. he had seen the other before, as he was at his best friends a lot, but they’ve never spoken. “oh. hi, yeah. i thought this was jason’s apartment. i got dumped and i’m very drunk and sad so instead of going home, i walked here. sorry. he’s probably asleep anyway. you were probably asleep too.” despite feeling bad, he wasn’t about to stumble his drunk ass home. “could i come in? maybe?”

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hello hello hello!!! i have returned from a long absence & reclaimed my old blog so this calls for a lil starter call. so pls like this for a shortish starter and/or a snapchat starter. 

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guess who decided... to come back from the dead...