* 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 / 𝘱𝘪𝘵

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trevhanson‌:

Trev felt intensely aware of the brunette as she neared, there was a way about her that seemed incredibly calculated. It felt comical to relate Ivy to a spider, but it felt accurate, even her furtive glance reminded him of weaving a web, waiting for someone to trip up and get entangled in the strands of it. He kept his own smile reserved and friendly, he had no desire for the bite of a black widow. He scratched at Chowder’s side, jostling him a little in order to keep the small dog sated and settled. “He’s my friend’s sister’s— we’re surrogates for the week while she’s off on vacation.” They’d welcomed the small dog into the Ottenheimer family home, glad for the challenge and the distraction. While Lee and Ari didn’t outwardly care much for the little creature, Trev had taken to him easily, adoring the attention that the dog and his short legs garnered, as well as having a companion with him on his walks around the gated community. Her confirmation made his lips curve upwards further, as if tugged up by invisible strings. “Thought so.” Hazel eyes studied her own, as if he had the ability or talent to glean anything off of the reflection in her irises. “That yours, or are you just borrowing it off daddy?” He wasn’t surprised that she remembered what it was that he drove, he was showy about it; leaning out of the window to chat and idling in the driveways outside of parties. “Green hell magno,” he riddled off, his lips curving. “But I’m thinkin’ bout getting it wrapped. Chrome’s a fun change.”

when ivy had been younger she remembered begging her father for a pet whenever the holidays came around. it was only when she had become old enough, and clever enough, that her father was afraid she’d simply come home with an animal in her arms one day that he’d agreed she could have one. he’d asked her if she’d wanted a dog or a cat and she’d answered neither. she wanted a wolf. like most childish fantasies the notion had fizzled out. ivy had abandoned the desire to own a wolf –––– instead it seemed she’d become one. “ it’s amazing she trusts you’ll give him back. i’d steal him. ” her grin is conspiratorial, whether or not her words rang true a mystery. when his smile broadens ivy's tempted to mirror it, the way he keeps her gaze thrilling her just the tiniest bit, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip for just a moment. she wonders if he was searching for something in particular, some hidden truth, or if he was simply peering back at himself through her. every man was different, and it struck her in the moment she's curious about which type he might be. “ you mean like all the other park avenue princesses parading around this place ? ” she questions with an arched brow, the tilt of her head like a silent noise of disapproval, an invitation to compare her to those girls and then work out what he’d done wrong. “ i don’t like sharing. ” it was a simple answer, lips curling into what was almost a smile. she was disappointed. it was a small letdown, usually enough to snuff her interest out like a flame, but she'd forgive him because of that strong jaw. she almost lets out a laugh. “ you seem to like being seen, ” ivy says, eyes flashing in the darkness. painted lips tug upwards.  “ –––– does it excite you ? ”

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ari-cowen‌:

The cigarette wedged between his lips stayed unlit— he wasn’t an idiot, he’d seen Zoolander. It was more of a prop in this moment, his itch for nicotine was an addiction that ranked below his other vices as he inspected the vehicle. It was a cute car— lowline and sleek in a glossy black— and it suited the girl driving it. You could hear the Mas before you saw it, which Ari figured was one of the pulls towards the model, it had the roar of something with a lot more power behind the engine. He’d heard things about how the handling was superior, but he’d never driven one. He doubted she’d let him behind the wheel without a little coaxing first. Breaking his gaze from the curved body and the long lines of her car, he met her eye, accepting the challenge she laid before him. “I don’t turn into a fucking pumpkin at midnight. Let’s go, princess.” He rapped his knuckles on the hood before turning to climb into the passenger side. It was with very few exceptions that he rode shotgun— much to his friend’s annoyance he always, always insisted on taking his own ride regardless of the inconvenience. He was counting this up as a very special exception. “You have a name, or do you want me to just call you princess?”

ivy watches him as he looks at her car, the way his gaze sweeps over every inch enough to make a girl jealous, but it only made ivy want to laugh. boys and their toys. it was that very love affair that had sparked her interest in the first place, only a child when she had witnessed the way a grown man could be reduced to her level in the presence of something shiny. she loved it, the way men acted around cars, the way that owning a good one made them feel invincible. while they got drunk on power ivy got drunk on them, lapped up every last drop of their adoration until suddenly she was the one itching to be behind the wheel, to be driving so fast it was like flying. she’d always claimed she loved the danger of it all, but it was more than that. it couldn’t be explained. it felt strange seeing him climb into the passengers seat, strange the way it might feel if you found a wolf browsing the isles of a grocery store –––– like something entirely out of place. and it was a little disappointing, too. she’d almost been expecting him to fight her for it, to treat her car as if it belonged to him, something she’d imagine she'd probably do if she was in his shoes. still, she slides into the drivers seat, the corners of her mouth twitching when he calls her princess again. “ if you want me to hurt you, sure, ” she says, her dark eyes settling on him again. “ some guys like that. ” it’s her teeth that seem to glow in the dim lighting, painted lips parting to reveal a glint of something sharp and bright, but her words stay filthy. “ ivy. my name’s ivy. ” she drums her fingernails against her steering wheel, veins itching for some kind of confrontation, for something to get her heart beating fast enough ivy would be sure the organ’s about to rip itself from the confines of her chest. she doesn’t ask for his name. really, it didn’t matter. he could be anyone, that was the fun in it. “ so did you not want to drive ? ” 

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nadiateymouri‌:

Most nights, Nadia felt like something akin to a marionette, pulled alive at the tug of strings— only animated when pushed to by those around her. But tonight, autonomy was her own; the hungry smile she wore had been painted on with a swipe of sticky gloss. This was a flicker of an older version of herself, one that still lived in the emptier chambers of her heart, beating desperately to be freed. Her dress clung tightly to her sides, but it wasn’t the reason that she struggled to breathe; the attention that they called made her blush, pursing her lips as Ivy canted her head back in her direction. The drink in her hand was a shocking emerald, and it tasted strongly of mint. Upon first being served it, Nadia had commented on how it was like swallowing down mouthwash. Now, she was willing to try another. Her friend’s comment made her snicker, tossing back loose, dark curls over her shoulder. They churned down her back, an unruly waterfall; despite her care in getting ready tonight even Ivy had insisted that she leave her hair be. Trying to give every guy in this place a fucking boner, are you? “Sounds a lot like their problem to me.” She twined her fingers between the other girl’s, glad for the camaraderie, and for someone to lead her. There was a certain pride in it, knowing that they were the two most desirable creatures in the bar, but there was more in knowing that they had arrived together. Nadia squeezed Ivy’s hand gently— they’d leave together too. In the heart of the dance floor, she matched the other girl’s smile, loosening her hands to drape them around her neck, keeping her close as they began to dance. How did she feel? “Unreal.” Her laugh didn’t have to be heard to be felt, the music drowned out most the conversations near them. “I’m so glad you made me come out tonight.”

it wasn’t until she was dancing that ivy felt the alcohol creep up, her head suddenly light enough she was sure she might fly away had it not been for nadia’s arms around her neck. she loved this feeling, that first reaction your body had when it realized just how drunk it was, the elation bubbling from her throat in what could have been a laugh. she couldn’t tell. her ears were full of music, her body vibrating with every pulse, an electrifying feeling of livelihood filling her until she was sure she’d burst from it. ivy’s hands travel down nadia’s side before they rest on the other girl’s hips, guiding both their bodies to the beat. “ unreal ? ”  she repeats with a slow grin, tossing her head back and letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment. “ it’s the alcohol. and the music, ” she says, snapping her head back up as she opens her eyes, dark hair flying wild. she looks out past nadia and back towards the bar, the men who had been lingering when they were drinking still there, their gazes piercing through the haze. the wink she shoots them is playful, but it’s the way she moves her tongue that makes the action something lethal. but ivy can’t hold in the seriousness for long, looking from the men then back to nadia and laughing, her frame shaking with it. “ oh i wanna make them lose their minds. ”  her words are a hum, another vibration. she was used to this. drinking, dancing, teasing strangers –––– all of it came natural now, the role of anaconda about to swallow her food whole one that she’d memorized to perfection. she could do this in her sleep, she thought. it was fun, deliciously so, but it was different when ivy was with nadia. when she was able to coax the wild out of the other girl, ivy felt more than satisfaction with her own skills. she was actually happy to see the girl enjoy herself. and it was strange, really, the way things had turned out between them. but it was the type of strange that made her want to dance just like they were doing now. ivy brings one of her hands up, tugging at one of nadia’s dark curls. “ no more saying no to me. i’m a fucking genius. ”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She had a feral gaze like that of an untamed animal,

Margaret Atwood, Murder in the Dark: Stories (via jimiin)

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[nadiateymouri]

@ivydcmir

[punlovsin]

Your body is all honey and perfume,and freedom and seduction and temptation, and God knows what all.

H.Miller (via expeditum)

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kiicrans‌:

       there was something about darkness that had always lured him in - the danger, the unknown, he welcomed it with open arms and walked blindly into with confidence as if every step had been his own twisted plan. ivy demir encompassed everything about darkness that kieran enjoyed - if  the girls he knew through the summers came alive like bronzy goddesses under the sun - ivy glowed under the moonlight and he especially enjoyed when it was just him and her with the stars and moon as their audience. she reminded him of his time in south africa - playing with danger with the wild things his parents so fondly kept an eye on but never captured - enjoying the way they walked through life freely. her words are sealed as she leaves the trace of her lips on his cheek, marking him as hers for the night - or however long she decides to hold his attention. he nurses his drink, arms resting on the bar top as he waits for her return. from his pocket he feels it vibrate and it doesn’t come to his surprise as he sees the message from her. it’s a game he’s grown accustom to from her - the lack of dullness and routine that she brings to the table is what keeps him playing - his feet bringing him to wherever she wills. 

         there’s a few moments that goes by - kieran finishing his drink - finishing off her drink and paying off the tab before he’s slipping on his leather jacket again and using his phone to lead him to her direction. the glow of his phone immediately fails in comparison to the light that comes from her headlights and he can’t help the smirk that tugs on his features, “your creativity running low, ivy or you just making it easier for me to get to you?” he walks closer to her, standing in between her legs as he pulls out a cigarette from behind his ear, “light me.”

                       the smoke from her cigarette twists like a serpent as it drifts up above her head, ivy’s eyes trained on the stars above. tonight the moon was bright, no clouds to obscure it, to mask the way it hangs low and illuminates the treetops like their branches were candelabras. she longed to wrap herself in the velvety darkness of the sky, to wear it like some brilliant evening gown as she pranced around leaving stardust and havoc in her wake. that’s how her nights out with kieran often felt –––– disordered and dazzling. when ivy takes her next drag she drops her gaze back down in time to see a figure emerging from the halo of her headlights, a streak of darkness breaking up the light. “ baby don’t discredit yourself. i suppose you’re just getting good at finding me. can’t stand to be apart from me, kiki ?  don’t tell me you’ve got a crush, ” she teases him as he comes closer, eyes dancing as if she’s just lit a match and she intends to play with it until both of them got burned. “ maybe it’s time for a new game. ” her words roll, the sound a running motor, a feline-like purr thrumming from the lowest pit of her throat. 

                    when he makes his stop between her legs it’s instinct that pushes her to widen the gap just an inch further, like it wouldn’t be her fault if he tried to touch her, like she didn’t want him to do exactly that.  “ –––– no please ? ” she arches a brow, the way her eyes flash something devious in the moonlight. ivy produces her lighter from her bra strap, the object just out of his reach, much like the girl in front of him was. she holds the lighter in one hand and her burning cigarette in the other.  “ come and get it. ”  the smile that she produces is challenging, out of view the moment she leans back until she’s pressed flat against the hood of her car with her arms above her head, her parted legs staying dangling off the edge so that if she wanted the lighter he’d quite literally have to move on top of her to get it.    

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trevhanson‌:

Trev scratched at Chowder’s ears, tightening his hold on the small dog as she scrabbled to get a closer sniff of the stranger that was now approaching. He was glad for the distraction, as if their interactions previously had been too intense for one body; he felt more tethered to himself as he leaned against the tree, hazel eyes watching her curiously. She had the approach of something carnivorous and starving, it made his lips curl up– he had told Kas about her, how she’d easily caught his attention and held it between her fingers. “Trev, yeah,” he repeated, nodding. “Nice to meet you Ivy,” was his warm reply, laughing after. “I’d shake your hand, but,” the dog attempted once more to lurch forward. “Strong little fucker, this is Chowder.” His head canted, “You’re the gal with the slick Mas, right?”

she doesn’t have to bend down too far to get a closer look at the tiny dog, amused as she held a manicured hand out for it to sniff, pulling away before it had any ideas about trying to lick her. ivy meets his gaze as she moves to stand upright again, something about the prolonged eye contact and the way she’s standing so close transforming a completely ordinary interaction into something much more intimate. that was the way she had –––– even a simple hello could stretch eternities if she was feeling playful. it’s an impish expression she wears as her lips lift into a smile, the promise that she was about to let you in on a secret. “ nice usually isn’t the word people use. ” and then she’s laughing as the dog lurches forward, the sound of warm in it’s spontaneity, dough-like as if he could press his fingers into it if he wanted to and and be able to see the prints. “ chowder, ” ivy repeats, although somehow it sounds different when the word drips from her lips.  “ how cute, ” she adds, but she’s still looking at him. she likes the way he shortens maserati to mas, the way he says gal instead of girl, as if just that one sentence was enough of a peak into the way his brain worked. ivy was always searching for those tiny moments, the ones that actually said something about people, the ones that put her one step closer towards discovering the way they ticked.  “ mhm, ” she hums, twisting a strand of dark hair around her index finger, entirely pleased by the fact that he’d clearly been paying attention to her. not that she was easy to miss, everything about the way ivy carried herself designed to make heads turn, to make people desperate for just one more glimpse of her bare legs or the dark hair she often throws over her shoulders as she walks. “ and you’ve got the mercedes. interesting color. ”  

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ari-cowen‌:

The arrival of the newest member to the household had come with a more than expected amount of chaos. Chowder, who hardly weighed more than six pounds had brought forth a type of neuroses that was on new, unseen levels for many of the members of the house. Ari, in typical fashion, made his escape as the energy became suffocating. The Hellcat was almost out of gas, forcing him to leave it behind.  He snuck out the backdoor just as Kas launched into another hefty speech about proper childcare techniques and the importance of not straying from Chowder’s prescribed diet. Like any other broody rich kid, his walk was something ripped from the scripts of a shitty CW show, a lit cigarette stuck between his lips as he put some distance between him and the house. He stopped in front of the gas station, figuring he’d pick up another pack of cigarettes and a new lighter before heading back into the fray, fulfilling his duty as one of the tiny dachshunds surrogate fathers. On his way out of the store, he noticed the girl leaning against her inky black Maserati as the attendant stammered conversation. As the kid sunk away, Ari approached the car. He recognized her, he’d seen this whip chase stoplights all across the gated community for a while. “You heading back up Parsonage Lane?”

if there was one recurring dream that stood out from the others, it was how often ivy imagined what it might be like to have a car whose tank was always full, one she could drive all the way to the edge of the world and fall right off into oblivion. the fact that cars needed refilling might have bothered her more had it not been for how much she adored the smell of gasoline. it was just one of those things which thrilled her that she couldn’t quite explain –––– either people understood, or they were horrified. she often preferred the latter. ivy liked to elicit strong reactions. she was currently eliciting a satisfying mixture of intimidation and attraction from an adolescent employee who’d come to strike up conversation about her car, only for him to realize nothing he could ever say would be enough to impress her, the way she was perched against her maserati much more devastating than he could have imagined. as he slinks away in defeat, she’s greeted by someone else, someone who she’d recently decided she might enjoy just as much as she enjoys the way gas stations smell at night after the sun goes down.  “ maybe. ” the grin she offers is wolfish, although her words are honeyed, the combination something that she made seem natural. ivy lets her gaze linger as she gives him a once over, eyes moving back up to fixate on the cigarette he’s sporting before they meet his own. she tilts her head. “ and if i’m not ? ” it’s temptation she’s offering, the choice to stay or to go on with his night alone completely his, a serpent leaning against her apple. “ do you still want to get in ? ”

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nadiateymouri‌:

In her defence, tonight had been Ivy’s idea. The bright lipgloss, the dark dress that clung to her sides– that had been prompted by a little too much to predrink and the other girl’s support. Large earrings hung from her earlobes, and she grinned at her companion for the night as she leaned against the bar, stirring at her cocktail with the straw that it had come in. The music was consuming, a heady beat that had her feet tapping in the tapered end of her heels. She was laughing, her finger reaching out to touch at Ivy’s wrist and grab her attention. “Come dance with me.”

there was something intoxicating about seeing the way people came to life underneath the influence of dim lights, white powder, and tall drinks. ivy liked the way bars brought out the animal instincts, something primal in the way people moved, in the way they just wanted to touch and be touched. she’d always enjoyed surrounding herself with the uninhibited, even at a young age it was something she craved, so much more entertaining than being surrounded by people who tried to fight off their urges. she couldn’t relate to that. she’d been born a matchstick girl, one end ablaze ever since she took her very first breath and so she was destined to burn out completely sooner or later. but goddamn would ivy make the most of it –––– and that’s exactly what she was doing with nadia. she lets her gaze sweep over the other girl, notes the makeup, the dress that held tight to her curves, and it makes ivy want to grin. this was the nadia she was always coaxing to come out and play, the one who was alive and bright, the one who garnered stares from the men at the bar as they imagined what it might be like to be someone that girl wanted to take back home. she was about to signal the bartender and ask for another shot, still sucking on the lime from the last one, when she feels nadia touch her wrist, the action sending a spark of electricity up ivy’s arm in her intoxicated state. she turns, head cocked as she’s being asked by the other girl to dance, the brow she arches coming up slow.  “ what, trying to give every guy in this place a fucking boner, are you ? ”  ivy teases with a laugh, the sound of it vibrating as if maybe it had come from outside of her.  “ alright, ” she says, taking nadia’s hand and leading her away from the bar, still able to feel the eyes that trail after them even when she’s not looking. ivy had become good at being watched when she wanted to be seen, something about it a million times more addicting than anything she could put into her bloodstream. she pulls nadia closer, pays attention to the music.  “ how do you feel ? ” she asks, her eyes bright like a cat’s in the dark. 

[introspectivepoet]

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

Sylvia Plath (via introspectivepoet)

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trevhanson‌:

Trev leaned against a tree, the leather lead that connected to the harness on Chowder’s comically small body was slack as it looped around his wrist and the dog settled down on the grass for a rest. He had overestimated the long haired dachshund puppy’s dexterity and was likely going to have to carry him home, but as they both took a breather– the male took the time to check his phone. There were about thirteen messages from Kas, warning him to refrain from smoking near the baby, to keep him away from fast cars, to bring him safe, followed by too many Saving Private Ryan gifs. Trev grinned down at the screen, sending off a snap of the dog as it lazily pawed at a dandelion. Co-parenting Chowder was starting to become an excellent bonding experience, and he reached down to pick up the creature (despite it’s protest) and nestled him into his hip. When Trev turned to head back in the direction of their summer house, another familiar figure caught his eye and he lifted his chin in greeting. “Hey, I never got your name last time.”

it was one of those restless nights where everything felt big and disorder, the itch to do something about all the energy swirling below the surface of her skin driving ivy to search for an outlet. she’d come to the hampton home looking for one distraction, only to find an entirely different one outside, the unexpectedness of it the tiniest of thrills. he looked different now than he had on the yacht, softer somehow, as if the absence of stumbling party goers had rounded out a rough edge. or perhaps it was the puppy he was cradling, a tiny thing that regarded ivy with curious eyes, cute enough to coax an arched brow from the girl. she pulls her gaze away from the puppy and back towards him, his curiosity in who she was making her eyes sparkle in the darkness.  “ –––– trev, was it ? ” ivy asks with the tilt of her head, the corners of her lips curling up in what might be perceived as amusement had it not been for the way her teeth momentarily sunk into her bottom lip afterwards. she considers lying to him, playing one of her favorite games of deception the way she often did back at yale or at the charity galas she’d accompany her father to, but there was something about him that made her want to be honest. sometimes the truth was the most devious thing you could gift a person.  “ i’m ivy, ”  she says before she moves closer, as if her own words were invitation enough to shatter the radius of his personal space one step at a time. she signals to the dog with a nod of her head. “ who's your friend ? ”  

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☾  ╱  ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ  kieran.

                        there was something about the sudden change in the air wherever she emerged ––––  it twisted around her, wound so tight it should have broken her but it didn’t. it sucked the life out of everything, most of the time, and ivy knew it, she played on it, allowed other people to suffer for it.  perhaps that’s why she finds a certain comfort in those whose presence cause similar reactions, dangerous like the thunderstorms that thrilled her so much. she’s out with kieran at some bar watching him from across the room as he orders a pair of drinks, some animal instinct stirring every time her gaze drapes over him like silk. and while ivy’s affections were fleeting at best, there was something about the other that had managed to keep her entertained, that boredom that would inevitably creep up kept at bay by the way he’s been able to keep up with her –––– so far, at least. when he makes his way back over to her it is the grin that gives her away, something wicked about how her painted lips curl up, as if she knew something you didn’t. she accepts the drink, takes a sip before she sets it down, then leans in close enough a stranger might mistake them for a pair of lovers sharing an intimate moment on a night out.  “ i’ll be right back, ” she murmurs somewhere close to his ear before she pulls back far enough to get a look at his face, as if she was searching for some conformation that he knew she was up to no good.  “ don’t talk to any pretty girls while i’m gone, ” ivy warns, dark eyes sparkling as she plays her part for the bar to see, even going as far to plant a scarlett kiss on kieran’s cheek before she’s off. 

                      twenty minutes would pass before he’d get a text from her dropping her current location, tan legs exposed as she waits for him on the hood of her black maserati where she’s sprawled like some wild cat, bringing a cigarette to her lips and lighting it. it was a game they often played and every time they did ivy couldn’t help but grow more and more selfish, willing the time it took for him to find her to grow smaller and smaller, the power to make a man come running something electric coursing through her bloodstream.    

[theroning]

The Love Witch (dir. by Anna Biller, 2016).

[ivydcmir-blog]

Unpopular opinion about the hamptons?

there aren’t enough strangers to play with.

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wait im too lazy to log onto sienna's account # - for sienna :B

NAME: siren sienna RINGTONE: standard ringtone 

TEXT ➝ SIREN SIENNA: have you ever been arrested??TEXT ➝ SIREN SIENNA: i have such a cute image in my head of what you’d look like wearing handcuffs (:

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NAME: kiki 😈RINGTONE: standard ringtone

TEXT ➝ KIKI 😈: you started sharing location with kiki 😈TEXT ➝ KIKI 😈: come play xo