‘ ROSY / RUSH

private multiverse mumu affiliated with smokehq — as ruined by alex.

[holydanced]

*    @ambrcsial  liked  this  shite  for  a  starter   !    :   GEMINI  FONSECA  .

   INSTRUCT        /     ‘  i  see   --  so   would  you  like  to  spar  then  ?  ’   has  zero  relation  to  the  conversation at  hand  and  yet  prompted  by  their  location  in  her  manor  and  marsha’s  close  /  studious  gazes  at  lady  fonseca’s  form  ---   impressive  .  promising  .  fencing  swiftly  comes  in  mind  ----------     but  would  she  best  marsha  ?   ‘  c’mon  now  .  ’   chin  beckons  at  the  foil  besides  her  guest  ,  her  own  matching  weaponry  already  in  hand .  ‘  we  have  time  and  each  other  to  “ kill  ” ----    fuck  me  up  ,  milady   .  ’    

[jakegyllenhaal]

[visualtraining-deactivated20240]

do i believe in romance…not sure. am i obsessed with it…absolutely

[holydanced]

UNASKED  FOR  SOCIAL  (S)MEDIA CONTENT   :   JACKARY FEAT. TW HET CONTENT

read  :  that  time  he  pulled   a  semi  -  demi  lovato  /  got  followed  back  by  violet  lovegrove  and  didn’t  know  how  to  act   .  feat.  honestly  a  fuckload  of  muses  &  would’ve  had  more  but  [  bus  drives  by  ] 

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UNASKED  FOR  SOCIAL  (S)MEDIA CONTENT   :    FRED FEAT. NSFW MESS 

feat.  dante  &  of  course  ,  mentions  /  references  of  baz  and  lina  .  

[holydanced]

*    SOMBCR       :      LOWELL  ,  FREYA  .    

as the table moves just slightly, she startles , causing her elbow to slip off of the surface. falling forward heavily, the corner of the edge is sent into her stomach, and she winces, drawing in a sharp breath. brows furrowed, freya’s head snaps upwards with a deep-set frown. “um, EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME— -” she’s cut short as she lays her eyes on him, a huff escaping as she realizes that the one person she despises the absolute most, the one person who is known to do the absolute most, is right in front of her. she’s caught off guard, and she knows that the mask slips ever so slightly, pain peeking past the glimmer of a curtain always hung over her eyes. he used to be able to read her like a book .. she wonders if he realizes he’d ripped all of her pages out years ago. there’s nothing left for him to flip through, no new knowledge to gain. so why is he here ?? she’d done her best to avoid him properly, make sure he didn’t find out that she was here. though, she supposed a sick part of her wished this would happen. the sick part of her that he’d had a hand in creating. blinking once, twice .. the curtain falls back down and her mouth is set in a hard line, face stone-like. “yeah, long time. thank god. let’s double that time, huh ?? maybe TRIPLE it ?? good chat .. now skip away back down into hell from the pit you crawled your way out of, please, love.” scooting her chair back with an obnoxious scrape, frey glares at him, tries to convey just how much she hates him with the one look. “time to get back to work !!” she has fifteen minutes left, but she hopes he doesn’t call her total bluff. she’s going to need the next fifteen to go sit in the girl’s room and calm her knotted stomach, smooth out the lumps in her throat, and push her fucking knuckles into her eyes until they stop threatening to leak. he’s always done this, always created more emotion than she’d prefer. she’d rather be emotionless, an empty drain for others to pour their own feelings into. a mockingbird, to pretend to be normal. unfortunately, he’s the one who taught her how to control herself, taught her how to shut it all off. he’s also her un-doing, and she isn’t quite ready to be so unraveled. she has a good thing going, a nice romance novel and boring job. she’s who she wants to be .. right ??

she  falters  for  a  moment  and  a  callous  grin  only  turns  up  to  catch  &  counter  ;  it’s  nothing  to  daunt  a  spirit  but  an  impression  is  yet  to  be  left  .  to  imprint  on  spite - riddled  psyche  (  heart  ,  too  ,  if  it  had  to  go  there  .  jackson  doesn’t  mind  leaving  freya  to  harbor  an  undivided  loathing  to  him  as  long  as  she  knew  ;  he  was  a  prickly  constant  she’ll  have  to  be  conscious  of  and  she’ll  remain  a  constant  to  him  even  in  her  current  ever - changing  .  knew  her  like  the  back  of  his  hand  &  that’s  something  for  her  to  keep  in  mind  whenever  she  wishes  to  fool  naive  folk  with  her  front  of  a  freshly -  foreign  doe - eyed  girl  ---  her  power  is  vain  when  it  comes  to  him  .   )    ‘  love  -  do  you. fucking  HEAR  yourself  ?  ’  a  scoff  that  extends  itself  to  a  cackle  at  her  poor  attempt  to  evade  him  .   ‘  oh  ,  sit  down  .  i’m  not  fucking  stupid  ,  freya  .  ’  dickhead  pulls  a  seat  to  settle  on  as  elbows  do  on  the  table  ,  posture  conveys  an  ill  -  intended  interest  in  her  with  an  uncomfortable  sense  of  giddiness  /   boy  couldn’t  sit  still  .  he’s  paying  attention  to  whatever  she  tries  to  keep  hidden  ,  vision  peers  through  every  blink  ,  thin  lips  pulls  into  a  smile  and  brows  casually  quirk  ;  this  nonchalant  terror   .  all  a  grand  wish  to  unnerve  her  into  listening  to  him  and  maybe  dropping  this  grudge  she  holds  upon  their  bond  .  it  would  pain  him  ,  truly ,  that   freya  doesn’t  claim  him  as  she  once  did  .  doesn’t  see  him  as  her  one  protector  anymore  .  the  brother  she  grew  to  choose  on  her  own  not  by  her  mother’s  marriage  .  he’d  consider  seeking  the  forgiveness  he  doesn’t  deserve   ----  had  she  not  decided  to  ERADICATE  him  of  this  new  life  of  hers  while  being  nearly  in  his  immediate  vicinity  ;  it’s  a  disturbance  to  an  extent  she  should  know .  he  expects  her  to  -----  both  have  worn  the  other’s  pages  out  with  how  well  they’ve  read  and  memorized  each  other  from  timbre  to  intention  .    ‘  freya     ---    sit  .  down  .  ’  order  sounds  again  &   now  it’s  chopped  and  stern  through  gritted  teeth  unlike  the  near  playful  tone  that  proceeded  it  .  his  features  remain  intact  ;  his  oh - so -  happy  grin  &  arched  brows  .  only  now  he  shows  beneath  it  all  .  only  now  highlighting  how  terrible  all  of  this  truly  is  .   ‘  don’t  make  me  tell  you  again  .  ’

[holydanced]

*    SOMBCR       :      IVERSON  ,  LEVITICUS  .    

closed starter for @holydanced && .. for prue, bash, n gen.

“yeah , it .. uh— it feels good to be back.” he coughs back a laugh, fiddles with his fingers in his lap. what it really feels like to be back? BLEAK. he hadn’t thought that he would come back  .. ever. levi had distanced himself on purpose, literally, put miles between himself and those that he cared about. somehow, he’d found his way back to his old apartment. to his old walls, his old defenses. all of his old manuscripts and feelings. “must be weird, hm? just to, uh— see me?” he hopes the insecurity doesn’t shine though but it probably does, and he offers the other a half-hearted grin. “better get used to it, i guess. i’ll be here for awhile.”

‘  does  it  ?  ’  more  inquestive  than  doubtful  /  opposing  of  the  other’s  statement  ;  nothing  seemed  to  have  changed  to  sebastian  which  is  very  much  a  preference  of  his  --  figures  whatever  inspired  levi’s  semi - elaborate  exit  wouldn’t  be  gone  but  what  does  he  know  but  a  lot  and  simultaneously  not  enough  .  ‘  you  left  your  shit  here  ,  kerouac .  ’  sebastian  notes as  he  heaved  himself  past  levi  to  head  to  the  back  room  ;  only  to  reemerge  seconds  later  with  a  retrieved  gift  of  sorts  in  hand  .    ‘  i  was  going  to  see  you  .  ’   gangly  limb  swings  over  the  counter  to  place  a  favorite  record  of  levi’s  he  had  saved  for  a  day  unlike  this  one  but  it  seems  fit  now ,  fingertips  press  on  the  sleeve to  push  it  towards  levi  ;  slow  blinks  and  dull  grins  all  over  this  gesture  .   ‘  welcome  back  ,  asshole  . ’

[holydanced]

*    SOMBCR       :      IVERSON  ,  LEVITICUS  .    

closed starter for @holydanced && .. for prue, bash, n gen.

“yeah , it .. uh— it feels good to be back.” he coughs back a laugh, fiddles with his fingers in his lap. what it really feels like to be back? BLEAK. he hadn’t thought that he would come back  .. ever. levi had distanced himself on purpose, literally, put miles between himself and those that he cared about. somehow, he’d found his way back to his old apartment. to his old walls, his old defenses. all of his old manuscripts and feelings. “must be weird, hm? just to, uh— see me?” he hopes the insecurity doesn’t shine though but it probably does, and he offers the other a half-hearted grin. “better get used to it, i guess. i’ll be here for awhile.”

she  only  releases  a  courteous  smile  in  response  to  what  he  felt  ;  a  delicate  contrast  to  the  state  of  tumult  she’s  in  at  the  sight  of  him  ---  top  of  his head  first  ,  just  like  a  past  cute  meet  /  reunion  ;   a reddish  brown  mane  she  knew  and  once  ,  loved  all  too  well  and  the  pretty  rest  came  soon  after  .  the  charming  rest  .  the  rest  she’d  naturally  be  pouring  her  besotted  self  all  over  however  things  aren’t  natural anymore  -  to  her  ,  at  least  .  the  uncomfortable  pang  she  felt  in  her  chest  is  very  much  present  to  this  day  ,  much  to  imogen’s  bewilderment  .  to  this  second  as  she  stood  before  him  ;  remains  of  a heartbreak  she  doesn’t  wholly  fathom  still  .  ‘  well  ,  that’s  great  for  you  ,  levitcus  .  ’  it’s  a surprise  that  she  could  even  let  that  out  ;  chest  caving  and  all  but  she’s  too  much  of  an  imogen  yates  to  be  upset  right  away  ,  at  least  not  now  or  visibly  .  that  conversation  was  meant  for  another  time  or  perhaps  never  if  she  can  help  it  .    ‘  you  missed  out  on  quite  a  lot  but  i’m  sure  it  was  worth  it  and  i’m  sure  you’ll  be  all  caught  up  with  everyone  in  no  time  .  ’  she  reassures  in  a  grin  so  friendly  it  repulses  her  .  all  attempts  to  avoid  putting  herself  in  this  conversation  /  back  into  his  life  are  deliberate  ;  it  is  what  he  wanted  in  a  fucking  note  after  all  .  ‘  your  lunch’s  on  the  house  . ’

[holydanced]

*    SOMBCR       :      IVERSON  ,  LEVITICUS  .    

closed starter for @holydanced && .. for prue, bash, n gen.

“yeah , it .. uh— it feels good to be back.” he coughs back a laugh, fiddles with his fingers in his lap. what it really feels like to be back? BLEAK. he hadn’t thought that he would come back  .. ever. levi had distanced himself on purpose, literally, put miles between himself and those that he cared about. somehow, he’d found his way back to his old apartment. to his old walls, his old defenses. all of his old manuscripts and feelings. “must be weird, hm? just to, uh— see me?” he hopes the insecurity doesn’t shine though but it probably does, and he offers the other a half-hearted grin. “better get used to it, i guess. i’ll be here for awhile.”

she’d  lacked  the  impression  that  levi  would  come  back  .  not  this  soon  or  right  in  this  instance  ,  for  that  matter  ;  stepping  into  her  day  &  untidy  living  space  .  belongings  scattered  and  some  aren’t  meant  for  her  brother’s  display  ;  awareness  nearly  preoccupies  her  .    ‘  not  weird  .   just  strange  ,  i  guess  .  s’whatever  .  ’  dim  is  what  she’s  trying  to  sound  with  chosen  synonyms  ;  wants  him  to  laugh  ,  let  it  go  and  fall  back  into  her  life  with  ease .  weird  is  how  he’s  behaving  about  a  much  needed  break  or  however  phrased  prior  to  his  departure  .  nothing  prudence  couldn’t  comprehend  herself  when  she’s  this  far  away  from  home  .  it’s  fine  ,  repeated  reassurances all  but  peppered  their  swapped  texts  ;  he  has  nothing  to  worry  about  but  the  heavy  head  he  carries  .   it’s  fine  ,   once  more  with  a  sigh  ;  whispered  back  to  worrisome  thoughts  that’d  keep  her  up  at  night   .  ‘  i’m  kidding  .  it’s  fineeeee  .  ’  twice  more  with  a  whine  ;  eyes  roll  as  she  looks  over  her  shoulder  when  the  conversation pauses  .   ‘  i’ll  get  used  to  it  when  you  get  used  to  TEXTING  ME  before  you  show  up  ---  look  at  all  this  fucking  mess  .  ’  she  serves  him  a  swat  on  his  shoulder  before  she  hops  to  his  side  ,  almost  giddy  despite  a  morning’s  labor  .  ‘  so  ,  when  did  you  really  get  here   ?  ’ 

[churchrummagesale]

Mausoleum Dreams

[dateaboysuggestions]

Date a boy who skateboards and tries to impress you while skating.

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Timothée Chalamet and Odeya Rush in Lady Bird (2017)

[lorde-daily]

Lorde for Melodrama by Theo Wenner.

[holydanced]

*    SMOKECNDMIRRCRS       :      MARTINEZ  ,  JOSEFINA  .     

( @holydanced. ) -sal presley

home. wherever sal was, she was home. it wasn’t often that she was home later than him. that she was unable to tuck their daughter into bed. seventeen years total and for her, nearly every day felt like she was still stuck in the honeymoon phase. she changed, as quietly as she could. she knew there were nights her couldn’t sleep and while she stressed the importance of SLEEP, she hoped that tonight was one of those nights. 

walking into their room, she stood in the doorway for a second. aside from their daughter, he occupied a large portion of her heart, her attention. she’d never say anything but it was nights like this, though far and few between that she wished she had gone down another career path; one that didn’t occupy so much of her time. she climbed into bed, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek. “ hey..i didn’t wake you did i? ”

AND  ONE  OF  THOSE  OF  NIGHTS  IT  WAS  ,  IT  SEEMS  .  it’s  this  early  sense  of  familiar  /   faint  agitation  filling  his  heavy  head  the  man  knew  all  too  well  .  could  never  get  used  to  it  ;  his  own  lack  of  sleep  .  the abundance  of  grim  meditations  that  occurs  as  a  result  but  that  appeared  to  be  the  single  development  now  .   sinister  as  it  played  backwards  ;  what  used  to  keep  salvatore  up  is  what  he  finds  himself  doing  to  pass  time  and  uneasy  nights  away  ,  NEAR - DESPERATE  as  he  gravely  awaits  a  lively  morning  alongside  his  other - half  and  their  child  to  remind  him   ---   of  what  ?  his  true  self  ,  separate  of  what  he  chooses  to  commit  or  yet  another  assumed  identity  ;  a  couple  of  labels  and  masks  to  carry  along  in  support  of  this accomplished  ,  grisly   “  career  ”  of  his  that  doesn’t  seem  to  reach  a  proper  conclusion  ?  remains  one  of  many  quires  he  refrains  from  considering  -    out  of  fear  ,  though  an  accurate  reason  undisclosed  even  to  him  .   )    

‘  you  didn’t  .  ’   wakeful  eyes  slow  their   blinking  at  the  feel  of  soft  lips  against  rough - hewn   ,  his  build  softens and  leans  into  his  josie’s  presence .  ‘  how’s  she  doing  ?  ’  he inquires  about  his  daughter  ,  suspecting  a  cold  despite  constant  reassurances  .

[holydanced]

* OK  SO  HERE’S  THE  GOTDAM  GAME  PLAN  !    i’ll  be  posting closed  starters  to  whomever  would  like  one  either  later  if  i  take  a  nap  or  tomorrow  if  i  also  take  a  “ nap  ”  (  i fuckin’ hope  bc  tomorrow’s packed  rip  )  and  they’ll  be  from  this  sexi  post  and  this  other  sexi  post  ---  ugh ikr  ---   and  i  HEAVILY  encourage  that  muses  would  be  specified   (  on  either  mine  or  your  end  ,  that  is  or  both  if  you’re  feelin’  specifically  specific  but  hey  if  you’re  generally  confucked  ?   #schmood  and  i  100%  gotcha  .  )   in  the  replies  or  ims  or  discord  over  @ femme feet only  .   TY  ,  GODSPEED  &  KISS TF KISS  !

[swordlesbianopinions]

Is it too much to ask for a rival around here? A charming foe? An opponent to engage passionately in a battle of the lips? I mean wits. Fuck

[holydanced]

   *    summoning    @werechosen‘s    printheth   !      ╱        october 29th  ,  2017     ——   a  quick  exit  from  the  formalities   transpiring within  the  palace  as  guests  and  nobles  come  together  for  a  very  festive  event  leads  our boy  to  a  bench  in  the  main  garden  ,  where  he  finds  himself  in  his  realized  lonesome  .   self - proclaimed  perfection  of  a  dracula  costume  sulks  on  his  boredom -  struck  form  instead  of  twirling  around  the  halls  with  strangers  and  friends  .   faint  conversations  around  him go  unheard  ,  along  with  the  music  .  not  what  he’d  rather  do  ,  but  something  was  strange  about  expecting  (  ANTICIPATING  ,  even  )  a  face  and  not  finding  it  anywhere  . eleanora  gomfrey’s  ,   to  be  woefully  exact  .   it  hadn’t  dawn  to  him  how  he’d  been  awaiting  their  meeting  –  weeks  prior  ;   the  little  texts  with  updates they’d swapped with one another  .  her  life  proved  much  busier  than  his  when  all  he  had  is  college  work  he’d  fallen  behind  on  –  up  until  it  didn’t  happen  &  now  he’s  in  a  limbo  of  what  else  would  he  be  disappointed  by  with  a  twinge  of  guilt  that  makes  him  feel  queasy  . giuseppe was  not  supposed  to  miss  eleanora  like  this  .  there’s an understanding as to  why  he  would  but  it  feels off  now  —  wrong  .  guilty  .  he’d  shamefully  ponder  some  more  &  reason  with  his  own  notions  but  a  shadow  looms  before  stretched  limbs  ,  his  curious  vision  slowly peers  over his shoulder  in  turn  –  and there  it  is . the  face  he’d  been  longing  to  see  .  an  empty  theater  of  a  heart  nearly  stops  before  it  finds  it’s  pace  again  .  finally  . an  inhale  ,  a  squint  of  both eyes  ;   a  playful  ,   chastising  look  with  a  soft  smirk  and  an  even  softer  tone  that  does  nothing  at  all  to  hide  his  grand  relief  to  see  her  .  ‘ you  . ’