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clco:

“not to, y'know,” cleo paused for a second, brushing her hair off her shoulder dramatically, “toot my own horn or anything, but ya girl booked a gig in portland next month.”

“Yeah?” he raised a brow, instantly interested at the mention of a gig. It’s one of his calling words, evidently. “What kind of music do you perform? That’s fuckin’ sick, love. Congrats.”

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jcallaghan:

Honestly, Josephine has just spent the better portion of her day binge watching The Office. With her eyes glued to the laptop screen all day it had left her mildly confused (with where all the time had gone !!) and stuck with a headache . Going out seemed to be helping that strain and the drink she held in her hand was helping … everything else that was bothering her. “Anyway, yeah, so today was alright, I guess,” she shrugged, talking to the person beside her. “Hopefully yours was better than mine.”

His throat’s still a bit scratchy which explains the honey coated tea warming his hands. His voice is pitched even deeper than usual but Jagger knows its on the mend. He’s grateful for that, anyways -- he’d had to go away on a road trip feeling like he’s felt for the past week. “Mediocre at best,” he rasps, taking a warm sip and reveling in the way it pleasantly scalds on the way down. “I think I’m finally starting to shake this cold, which is a positive. I’ve been out of commission when it comes to doing anything producitve for actual days.” Jagger groans, head shaking. “How’s Philip Icarus?”

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It’s all entirely Jagger’s aesthetic, which makes sense considering Kai’s been treating him to all of his favourite things on their outing to Portland. He feels the poetry being recited reverberating in his bloodstream and he closes his eyes. Not that it makes much of a difference, visually. The venue’s been artistically dimmed for the occasion, darkness permeated only by a backlit sign with stark white text casting half shadows on the speaker and the entirety of the audience. When he reopens his eyes, they’re drawn to Kai’s profile without hesitation, drinking in his features with a healthy appreciation for his beauty. It’s sensory overload and he takes a generous sip of his drink to try and dampen the headrush of emotions and lessen the impulse to lean over to capture his lips for a kiss. Jagger manages a compromise by sliding his free hand across the table, fingertips grazing the back of Kai’s knuckles. Contact. Contact is nice. // @lcncasters

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what's your biggest dream?

“Pen lyrics and compose music I can be truly proud of, thus creating a consistent quality of songs that becomes my own personal aesthetic. That aesthetic is both genuine and has mass appeal so, naturally, artists flock to me from around the world. I become known as the go-to for smash hits with actual content, turning the Top 40s into a chart everyone is actually proud to consider their type of music instead of something they admit to with a sheepish shrug. I want to own the charts in all genres but with my name in the production credits and not as the performer. And yet, I’m still the Name of the music. Famous but still obscure. More than certain washed out rockers could ever claim. That’s The Dream.”

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why do you act like you dont give a shit, when its clear you do?

“Who said it’s acting? What exactly do I give a shit about? I do not recall.”

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would u release a sex tape if it meant you'd be Famous?

“I’d release a sex tape just to show the world how to please your partner right because I’m a true gift. If it happened to bring along fame and notoriety, so be it. But it’d have to be a cinematic masterpiece for me to even consider releasing it, to be honest. I’m talking multiple camera angles, flawless production, full credits page, ambient lighting, you know, the works. Aspiring filmmakers make your business inquires at [email protected].”

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iscichs:

he’d cooped himself up for weeks, only really coming out of the house for food and work. this year, all of the family coming to visit for ophelia was overwhelming and definitely left him drained. however, he found himself sitting at a table in a small coffee shop, eyes scanning over his textbook. he hoped if he kept his head down, no one would bother him. it was when he ran out of coffee, that he realized he couldn’t just hide forever. he had to, like, participate, especially considering easter was tomorrow and his family would definitely want him to go with them to church and lunch. when he got up to get a refill, he noticed a familiar face, and he stiffened. of course. he really, really didn’t want to try to have a conversation, but he smiles anyway, his hands both holding his cup in front of his chest. “wow, are you following me or something? i didn’t expect to see you here.” it wasn’t true. he didn’t expect to see anyone here.

He’s at the coffee shop to -- wait for it -- get a coffee. He’s become a bit of a dependent of late (as is the addictive nature of his personality, he supposes) and he’s dropped by frequently enough to be regarded as a regular. Jagger likes to think the workstaff would make it a point to know and remember his name regardless of his visiting frequency but perhaps that’s a little too vain, even for him. Leaning against the front counter and flirting with the barista is how Isaiah happens upon him and, truthfully, he’s not looking for a third participant to his conversation either. However, he’s not rude (all the time) so he turns to give the other a subtle once over before clearing his throat with a shrug. “That’s rich consider it’s you who approached me. Remind me to get a restraining order next time I stop by city hall.” Still, he slides over to allow Isaiah to get his refill, lingering near the till. “If you had been expecting me, I’d probably be even more concerned. Don’t remember scheduling a coffee date for today, you know?”

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troubling graffiti spotted in manarola

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all i see is a band name and a debut album title

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Jagger watches Kai with a practiced level of muted indifference that he knows will frustrate his friend in only the best possible way. He may not have planned being any part of such an exchange tonight (he’d thought they’d maybe get up to a bit of songwriting or their version of a Netflix and Chill) but if there’s anything at which Jagger naturally excels it’s reading situations and responding on instinct alone. Right now, all his impulses are driving him to test Kai, to toe the boundary between petulant and downright defiant. There’s a click of his teeth as Kai grips his chin, turning their gazes to meet. Jagger can’t watch Elliot so easily now but he still manages to squeeze his shoulder to retain at least part of his attention (what he doesn’t know is that Elliot is equally entranced by both of them and their fiery conversation). He hasn’t realized that he’s teased out not only Kai’s dominant inclinations but his possessive side too until he’s gesturing verbally to Elliot. Permission. It doesn’t surprise Jagger one iota that Elliot needs permission, even to take what’s clearly being offered. Their own lascivious encounters told him as much. “Rules,” drawls Jagger languidly, adjusting his position to lean forward, another power play, especially considering that puts him even further into Kai’s space, inviting the touch instead of shying away from its dominance. He knows better though. He knows.

Kai’s caressing his jawline in a way Jagger can only interpret as a threat meant to halt him in his tracks (and it’s very well working, mind) and Elliot, for his part, is caressing Kai in a different way. Even with so much of his focus burning behind his gaze which stays locked on Kai’s gold flecked irises, he can spot Elliot worshiping the bulge in the boxer briefs resting squarely in front of his face in his peripherals. “Best hurry that along, sweetheart,” he purrs to Elliot, the way he tilts his head into Kai’s palm signifying his graceful defeat. “We don’t want to keep anyone waiting.” Jagger’s lips brush against the lined skin as he speaks and alongside the demure cant of his head, he’s only meeting Kai’s gaze now through his lashes. There’s even a flicker of a smile before he’s nudging to ask permission of his own. Jagger kind of wants to touch Kai. He kind of wants to touch Elliot. Tis a pickle. “Little tease,” he croons in a final whisper which, ironic, considering he’d been doing the very same in his flirtation tactic.

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denverking:

He debates on even saying anything to the other person but Denver knows that it is the right thing to do. His heart still beats rapidly in his chest as he inches closer to them. The dark haired boy clears throat before speaking, lowly. “Uh, excuse me. You’ve–… uh, you got something on your face. Um, on your right cheek by your mouth.” And hands dip to tug gently at the sleeve of his jacket, nodding head briefly. Well, that was enough for today for Denver.

Jagger likes to pretend he enjoys his coffee best black, like his soul. He likes to pretend he loves drinks that match his aesthetic: Bitter and Hot. However, he refuses to believe it reveals anything about his character that he’s secretly sipping on a sugary sweet caramel latte, complete with whipped cream. Evidently, his trope is about to be ruined today, though, as someone approaches and calls him out on a dab of whip in the corner of his mouth. “And?” he prompts with a raise of his brow. “Maybe I want it there -- maybe I was saving it for later.”

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It’s a little filthy, the way Kai’s eyes latch onto Jagger and don’t stray once, even as he’s still delivering little touches to the sandy blond pinned down beneath his body. They’re probably the only three people who would react to this situation in this manner -- walking in on your best friend and your fuck buddy getting hot and heavy on the couch tended probably wouldn’t lead to vague arousal and an amused air of nonchalance for most. Kai has the gall to call Jagger rude which, “right.” His tone is barely above a deadpan, though for his lack of inflection, there’s a clear burn of intent in his own returned gaze. “Absolutely rude of me to enter a flat to which I’ve been given a key after having been invited over in the first place. How improper.” He remains in the doorway a breath longer, more for the vantage point it allows him on the scene unfolding on the couch than out of any trepidation, but once Elliot’s replying to Kai’s prompting, Jagger moves. His motions are smooth, a few swift steps bringing him towards the sinful exchange. Jagger doesn’t miss the way Elliot’s eyes sweep over his lean frame; he doesn’t miss the breathy tint to his voice. 

“You say cliche, I say a taste of home,” he retorts. There’s really no mistaking the turn of phrase for anything other than an innuendo. As if anyone expected anything less than him -- especially the two interlocked figures on the couch who were both intimately familiar with Jagger and his “tastes”. “Rather surprised to see you here, although,” now it’s Jagger’s turn to make his once over explicitly obvious, taking in the state of undress and the compromising position of his friends (though it felt silly to refer to them as such given sexual contexts), “I can’t say it’s an unpleasant surprise.” Jagger’s taking a perch on the couch, right next to the space Kai and Elliot are currently occupying. It’s a bit of a power play, especially considering he doesn’t just sit. He’s full on sprawling, long arms draped regally over the edge of the couch, legs slightly parted and head tipped back like a prince on a throne. The way his sloppily half buttoned blouse completes his disheveled aesthetic might as well scream self-invitation but in case his look wasn’t clear enough, the hand falling onto Elliot’s shoulder would have done the trick. Jagger’s staring intently at Kai when he speaks next, eyes all but dancing. “Is this a bad time, babe? Should I come later?” Again, a deliberate emphasis. Cheeky little shit.

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Jagger rests comfortably in the fact that he never needs an invitation to go ‘round to Kai’s. He has a spare key that he keeps on the same loop as his own and their open door policy applies to each other only. Jagger could show up at 4am, half drunk and half asleep, and Kai would probably be nothing but gracious; the same works in reciprocal and he’d be sure to take care of his friend under the comforting glow of their fairy lights. He’s thinking of them now as he makes his way over to Kai’s flat. He’s been invited this time though the purpose was left deliberately obscure. There wasn’t a sense of urgency so he’s not worried by any means. If anything, Kai probably wants to play a song for him or hear whatever new that Jagger’s been working on (he may be disappointed in that endeavor, though; Jagger’s been busy but not with songwriting).

Knocking is a convention they have long since left behind and he doesn’t even think twice before fishing his keys out of the back pocket of his painted on jeans. He supposes the shuffling on the other side of the door should have been his first clue that Kai wasn’t alone in his flat. He supposes he could have tried the handle and found that it was, indeed, already unlocked which served as a possible sign that someone had recently entered who wasn’t the owner. He supposes he could have seen this coming but he really truly doesn’t. Which is why opening the door to an eyeful of Kai and Elliot in a rather compromising position catches Jagger off guard (for once in his life). He adapts quickly though, bless him, and a wry grin spreads across his lips. “Knock knock,” he drawls lowly, aiming for subtle interruption. // @lcncasters @ellictism

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💬 SMS TO MISTER SMUSHER.

KAI: more meant happy abt what came after that. meaning u, of course. and rly hard, for that matter. tasted fucking amazing tho - worth throwing out ur back

KAI: i rmbr it being longer... wasn't that long ago, was it? but yea, u better be taking ur time. i'm taking mine too

KAI: define "other places"

JAGGER: you don't have to remind me how hard lmao. still think about it and get all tingly down my spine. it was actually worth it to me too but so were the lazy floor kisses

JAGGER: it was a fucking look right? glad i cut it though. feel like that made it MORE sensitive almost. mmm you are? that's so nice. like that.

JAGGER: my mouth, for one. i was definitely thinking someplace a bit more intimate. can you guess?