cool lonliness

— cruel apollo smirks on his throne as he watches your heart leap like the wings on your back. he is bright and beautiful, and you have always been weak in the face of slender fingers and cruel mouths.

[malemodelsedits]

[kiicrans]

►

send ► for a fucking wrong person text

[ sent at 1:15 am ] → ari:  damn baby, you’re so sexy..

[kiicrans]

✔ ☢

send ✔ for yes of course you fucking can text

[ sent at 9:52 pm ] → bridget: didn’t know you were being dragged to that dinner party [ sent at 9:52 pm ] → bridget: i would’ve stayed in if i knew. skip hiding out in my room, meet me in the pool house and help yourself to the mini bar. if you need something more there’s a stash in the nightstand on the left. i’ll be there in 10

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

[ sent at 1:22 am ] → bridget: after after party on my dad’s boat. you gotta come!![ sent at 1:22 am ] → bridget: you look so fuckin good tonight bridg. 

[kiicrans]

"you fucking infuriate me." (theo)

[ sent at 11:15 am ] → theo:  so is that a no, then?[ sent at 11:15 am ] → theo:  like no you don’t want to come as theodore seville to my party? i mean, you just have to throw on a green sweater... i’m trying to help you out and keep you on theme while still keeping the old man harrington vibe[ sent at 11:15 am ] → theo: or is it because of that pic i accidentally sent you?

[kiicrans]

☢

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

[ sent at 2:15 am ] → elaine:  sup princess i think i broke my nose and i’m sick of the palms. im driving back up to new haven tonight. wanna come with ?[ sent at 2:30 am ] → elaine:  yee haw 

[kiicrans]

☀ ✉ ☾ ❝❞ ♋ ► ☢

send ☀ for a good fucking morning text

[ sent at 5:15 am ] → blair:  take a look out the window and look at the sun fucking rising. i know i just dropped you off and said night but technically it’s morning… [ sent at 5:15 am ] → blair:  so good morning, valentine. i’m coming back up your street. let’s grab breakfast by the marina. 

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text

[ unsent at 11:04 pm ] → blair:  cori’s pissed at us anyways come find me at the after party. 

send ☾ for a good fucking night text

[ sent at 12:50 am ] → blair:  you know, eventually i’m going to want my leather jacket back.[ sent at 12:50 am ] → blair:  for now you can live out your fantasy of being sandy olsson[ sent at 12:51 am ] → blair:  anyways, night you in your fantasies valentine ;)

send ❝❞ for a long fucking winded text

[ sent at 7:35 pm ] → blair:  caught my dad’s girlfriend snooping around my room today[ sent at 7:35 pm ] → blair: she asked what all “that junk” on my desk was[ sent at 7:36 pm ] → blair: and my junk she means all the little gifts you’ve given me throughout the years. can you believe she called the flamingo shot glass junk…? [ sent at 7:36 pm ] → blair: i told her to fuck right off in case you were wondering.[ sent at 7:37 pm ] → blair: anyways, i’m being forced out to dinner with them. come with me.

send ♋ for a fucking sext

[ sent at 11:05 pm ] → blair: two days and i’m still thinking about how good you looked at the doherty auction[ sent at 11:05 pm ] → blair: and i’m not talking about you in that dress. i’m talking about you under the moonlight with nothing but those heels on.[ sent at 11:06 pm ] → blair:  come over i wanna get you wet again.[ sent at 11:06 pm ] → blair: …because we’ll be in the pool again, obviously

send ► for a fucking wrong person text

[ sent at 2:00 pm ] → blair: why are you pissed? you know we were both drunk and it didn’t mean anything.

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

[ sent at 2:06 am ] → blair: blair valentine[ sent at 2:10 am ] → blair: starting to think there’s no one like you in this world because i really missed your cute ass tonight.[ sent at 2:10 am ] → blair: just got kicked out of the party and i’m not even mad about it! i’m coming over. get out the ice cream.

[nyindra]

lets do an honesty hour ask me anything

[vainlla-blog]

even more fucking text memes!

[musingisms]

symbols:

send ☀ for a good fucking morning text

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text

send ❤ for an i fucking love you text

send ☾ for a good fucking night text

send ✔ for yes of course you fucking can text

send ✕ for of course fucking not text

send ✂ for a fucking lying text

send ❝❞ for a long fucking winded text

send ♋ for a fucking sext

send ► for a fucking wrong person text

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

actual texts:

txt - "where the fucking hell are you ?"

txt - "i'm going to fucking kill you."

txt - "you looked so fucking hot today."

txt - "why the fuck did you say that?"

txt - "you're a fucking asshole."

txt - "did you fuck him/her?"

txt - "fuck, i did a bad thing."

txt - "you fucking infuriate me."

txt - "seriously, what the actual fuck?"

txt - "did you actually fucking do that?"

txt - "are you fucking drunk right now?"

txt - "i want to fuck you."

txt - "fuck right off."

txt - "i'm fucking sorry."

txt - "i won't fucking apologise."

txt - "this is your fucking fault."

txt - "you're fucking beautiful."

txt - "you're fucking ugly."

txt - "i can't actually believe you fucking did that."

txt - "i fucking despise you."

txt - "fuck."

txt - "i'm in the fucking hospital."

txt - "why the fuck did you do that?"

txt - "i've been fucking arrested."

txt - "i've broken my fucking arm."

txt - "just fucking shut up already."

txt - "lets have fucking shower sex."

txt - "send me fucking pictures."

txt - "n0 of cours im nt fvbking drunk!!"

txt - "i want you fucking naked."

txt - "fuck, that wasnt meant for you."

[kiicrans]

nadiateymouri‌:

Nadia forced a laugh as he approached, looking him up and down. He was half dressed (not a rarity for Kieran Halliday, she was aware) and the bottle that he throttled in his grip sloshed dangerously at half full. “You look like you were mugged,” she said, her voice quiet but twisted with mirth, “Where are your shoes?” The brunette held a hand out, wiggling her fingers to indicate that she wanted him to pass it over, “I’ll have some as an appetizer, main course can be something better.” 

         his lips lift crookedly, offering her a signature kieran halliday grin “it’s high fashion, baby.” he teases, he holds his arms out as if the answer is suitable and obvious, even if he’s sure she’s probably right. his hair is mused- a mix from blair’s hands running through it and from mother nature after hitching a ride to the party in a friend’s convertible. he holds the bottle out to the girl, eyes dipping down her frame, “you look good, nadia.” the words come out in a slight slur, but he’s nowhere near his limit yet, “-- this as an appetizer? maybe that girl from the city isn’t lost after all. what you thinkin’ for the main course?”

[kiicrans]

blalrs‌:

she laughs, her eyes burning bright under the dim lighting as though he had just proposed something deliciously wild rather then cheekily mundane. “not sure you should give me that kind of power.” she twists the plastic ring on his pinky finger, something almost nefarious tugging her lips upwards. “this was for purely selfish reasons.” she lets his hand slip gracefully from hers; her fingers sliding along his warm palm, down the length of his fingers and falling back down to her side. she tips her chin up and the close proximity gives her the perfect view of his baby blues; the brilliant colour reminiscent of summers spent on private beaches, where the crystal clear water turns the most stunning shade of turquoise. “i just wanted to see that smile. and if i had to pick anyone to be my match, it’s you.” the strand of silky blonde hair falls from his fingers, brushing against her cheekbone as it settles back to frame her features. the smirk he wears is down right indecent. it’s not just a promise, but a glowing reassurance; that things at kieran’s side will never grow dull, that he knows exactly how to get her pulse banging against her chest, that he always knows just what she needs. she nearly bounces in her shoes, the burst of excitement surging through her veins almost impossible to contain. “oh yeah? just what did you have in mind? should i ditch my heels for a quick get away, too?” 

        “cute, valentine.” and this time, he does very little to hide a smile that touches the edge of his lips - it’s almost innocent, the way he hits the candied ring on her finger with his, in mock cheers, or as if he’s silently agreeing to be her match for the evening. he lets the moment pass before he’s standing up straighter, hand finding the small of her back and slowly inching it upwards, his fingers teasing the zipper as he traces up her spine. his other hand takes a bottle of belvedere from the bartender before he’s steering blair away. “the heels can stay for now but i can’t promise you’ll still have them by the end of the night. -- don’t worry, i’ll buy you a new pair.” he leads them towards a set of doors that lead to the back of the doherty’s estate, “what do you say to a dip in the pool?”  

[kiicrans]

coriknox‌:

“ you might wanna steer clear of me then, you never know when this right hook is gonna swing. ” she joked, shaking her head as if disappointed in her own humor. although she felt like she was owed to slap him in the face at least, unofficially. of course that wasn’t gonna happen, she was a coward and he’d done so well not to show up with any visible bruises. although, one idea did spring to mind, she would’ve no doubt voiced it last year even the years before but things were different now and she wasn’t gonna humor him, even if there was a slight urge. “ zilch. ” she just said with a shrug as she casually diverted her gaze to the art they were passing. she honestly had no clue where they were heading, she didn’t exactly have the doherty residence mapped out in her head, but she knew they probably weren’t meant to be wandering around. — in the case they got caught she could just blame kieran. “ wow. ” she laughed lightly, palm resting over her heart, “ i am so honored to have your undivided attention for five whole minutes. i think i can die in peace now. ” as always it was almost too easy being around him alone, not having to fight for his attention and watch everyone flock for his attention, she couldn’t blame them, he was pretty much the light of any party, whether he was knocking someone out — which was less enjoyable to watch. or just kieran doing kieran things. “ none of you is matching me, i was completely bamboozled. — and you don’t even know what that dress looked like. i could’ve had a bit of a scandalous moment but now i’m wearing a chainmail. ”

        he sipped his drink, the amber colored liquid dripping smoothly down his throat as if it were water, listening to her as his blue gaze wandered around the room. a scowl falling onto his face as it landed on his dad and his girlfriend, who was clinging onto him like she was proud to be his sidepiece. he took a lengthy sip of his drink, liquid going down more harsh than the last as he pulled his gaze away. “six minutes going on seven.” he teased, “think you can make it to ten?” truth be told, it wasn’t ever hard for cori to have his attention  - even when she wasn’t around he found his mind wandering back to her. his downfall - and he knew it all too well - was the sheer fact that he acted impulsively that was a lethal combination when he could be easily distracted by a pretty girl. “this outfit goes with any outfit. it’s meant to make a statement while also blending in and letting my date take centre stage.” he made a gesture of bowing his head, “you’re welcome.” he lets a grin encompass his face, “i was fed those words in case harpers bazaar interviewed me.” he takes the lead, walking towards a set of double doors that bring them outside. “so, why’d you decide to go joan of arc instead of having a scandalous moment? did jesus come and whisper to you in your sleep?”

[kiicrans]

nadiateymouri·:

Nadia had changed into a little shift dress, it was the colour of a blue jewel and embroidered with constellations. It wasn’t particularly her style, but Lee had insisted that the long stretch of her bare legs was worth it. She tottered in with heels that were dangerously too tall, clutching a tiny bag that held only her phone, cigarettes and lipstick. This was the event that was supposed to be easier than the first; but still she trembled with anxiety— there was an intimacy to large parties, Gatsby had been right, even though her entrance had been one where she felt nearly invisible, Nadia knew that once eyes met her she’d be cornered.  Still, she felt the press to be social and moved towards a face that she recognized from the Palms. “Hi,” she managed, “Do you know where the bar is?”

         he come straight from the gala - not bothering to change - though he’d lost his shirt and shoes sometime between his swim with blair in the doherty’s pool and the time that cori had caught them. he’d come to the after party in just his trousers and a green apple ring pop on his finger. he claimed a bottle of whisky the second he had weaved his way to the bar, already intoxicated and guzzling down the amber liquid as if it were water. “bar’s right here,” he grins holding up the bottle by the neck and dangling it like a prize, “what d’you say, want some?” he eyes her curiously before there’s a knowing smirk that he lets curve onto his lips as he dips his head closer to her, dropping his voice an octave, “or are you looking to have something a little stronger?” 

[kiicrans]

blalrs‌:

they’ve been here time and time again; a brightly wrapped package topped with a sparkling bow between them, her doll like features filled with such unbridled anticipation in the wake of the big reveal. she drums her fingers on the sleek bar top as he pulls at the wrapping, her bright eyes fixed on his face, on his reaction. the ring is almost identical to her own and surely has no place at such a prestigious gala. her laugh dares to ring out well above the crowd, drawing almost as much attention and lingering stares as her dress alone. “that would really give ‘em something to talk about.” she’s nearly beaming when he slips the ring onto his pinky finger; the softness in her smile is for him and him alone. “there’s a little surprise hidden at the middle too.” she wiggles her brows suggestively at that. she needs no more encouragement. taking his hand, careful of his new accessory she places it on her chest so his palm presses flush against her beating heart. they share one wicked grin - what’s sure to be the promise of a night to remember, a night of beating, racing hearts - before she takes her shot and clinks her glass against his. tossing back the shot with ease she takes a sip of red bull. “can you feel it?” her words are dripping in something teasing but her pulse kicks up a notch as if providing the answer. taking his hand from from her chest, her lips close around the shining green ring, taking a long lingering taste. she pulls the candy from her mouth with a pop and slides her tongue along her lips, catching the last of the sweet flavour. “mm, green apple. and it even brings out your pretty eyes.”

        “a surprise, hm?” he murmurs, lifting the ring up and inspecting it, a pop of the chandelier above him reflecting off the candy. “how many licks does it take to get to the centre?” his smile is wicked as he clinks his glass with hers and as always, it’s entirely theatrical - the way she takes his hand, pressing it against her chest, the knowing look she gives him that this is only the beginning of a chaotic night, and not at all the last time he’ll get her heart racing. he downs the shot, then watches as her head dips, mouth closing around the candy on his finger, cheeks hallowing before she lets it go with an audible pop. it’s a small laugh that dips out of his mouth, used to blair’s behavior but impressed, nonetheless. “owe it all to you, valentine. you picked out the accessory. maybe i’ll make you my permanent stylist.” he quips raising his hand, to move a stray piece of hair from her face, letting his fingers trace the strand all the way down to its end before it’s slipping from him, his fingers lingering by her collarbone. “as good as you look in this dress - i don’t think it pairs well with what i have in mind for us.” he smirks before he drops his hand, turning to face the bartender, looking to get his hands on a bottle to-go this time.  

[kiicrans]

coriknox‌:

she raises a brow upon his words, the girl had certainly looked into the conversation but part of her was glad he wasn’t, she stomped that part of her deep in the ground though. “ really ? what are you in the mood for then ? ” she questioned, eyes narrowed slightly, not able to let go of the skepticism she held when it came to him and pretty much everything he said. “ — she was pretty though. ” she noted, throwing a quick look back the way they’d come from. modern romance, she can’t help but let out a quiet laugh and a shake of her head. if their romance had been modern maybe he would’ve picked up the phone and told her he was about to cheat ? or just something along those lines. “ i’m so lucky. ” she replies deadpan, throwing in a smile to filter out the bitterness. “ the night is still young, kieran. ” she replies, he definitely still had time to make a mess of everything and honestly she was just waiting for it. although his next set of words genuinely made her smile, even if she was terrible at receiving compliments. who would hate being compared to a nightsky ? she just looked around for a moment, unsure of her words. scanning her entire catalogue of stupid remarks but finding nothing cool to say, she turned back to him, letting out a slight laugh before speaking. “ thank you. ” she genuinely said, “ — it is a lot of sparkle, i almost don’t feel like myself. ”

        it almost felt like old times, falling into an easy pace next to each other as they walked through the doherty’s estate, retracing old footprints carved by the two of them each and every year. the way they had began the summer still harboured between them like a rain cloud, following them around begging to be acknowledged, but neither one of them were the type to address the obvious elephant in the room. “don’t know,” he says automatically, shoulder lifting in a shrug as he takes a sip of his drink, “something that isn’t gonna give me an sti or a punch in the face and kicked out of this party.” he muses, lips curving into a smile, there was another answer on the tip of his tongue, but he bit it back, “got any ideas?” he stuffs his free hand into his pocket, not paying much mind on where she’s taking them, letting cori lead the way. “that might be true,” he nods, the night was hardly getting started and while they were on good terms currently - the odds that he was going to do something that would upset or piss her off were higher than them getting along for the entire evening. “but right now - i’m focused on you.” he murmured, wanting to keep the peace plus, the smile on her face was an added bonus. there was an odd sense of pride whenever he could stump cori - with the smart and sarcastic remarks that sat on the edge of her tongue ready to be tossed into battle, enjoying the laugh he was able to coax out of her and the smile that followed. “why not? while i didn’t end up getting that matching tie - i’m still glad you went for this than plain black.”

[kiicrans]

blalrs‌:

a warm hand presses onto the curve of her lower back, slow smile works its way across her glossed lips. she’d recognize that touch anywhere, that oh so familiar cool press of a ringed thumb against her heated skin. kieran. his smooth voice grazes the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her exposed skin. her smile grows to a full blown grin. a real, unabridged smile. “thanks.” she peeks over her shoulder just in time to see the man in question settle against the bar. her gown was a bold choice; glittering crystals woven together to create a beautiful slip of a dress, cut high on one thigh and grazing the calve of the other. the white fabric draped on top is like gossamer curtains, sheer enough to allow the brilliance of the diamonds through with every step. kieran it seems has taken a similar approach. “now this.. i like. i like a lot.” propping a hip against the bar she reaches out, her fingers pinching the luxurious fabric of his shirt, tracing the deep v. she lifts her eyes to his, her tone so mirthful and bright. it’s the kind of voice that convinces you to snatch another cookie from the jar, the voice of a girl standing on the edge of something big. “god bless the tits out movement.” she says with a pleased sigh. his next words have her remembering her bold accessory, a laugh falling from her lips. “my sweet tooth is insatiable. besides, my dress needed a splash of colour.” the candy ring is ostentatious; glistening big and red on her delicate finger, making a statement as loud and as bold as her choice of dress. there is no mistaking her choice in jewellery. “mm, something tasty for me please.” while kieran busies himself with ordering a round, she rifles through her purse. it’s hidden at the bottom but she finally manages to grab the small wrapped gift, no bigger then a tiffany’s box. she places it on the bar and slides it across to kieran with the tip of her finger. “surprise.”

        his blue orbs watch as a curious finger traces the outline of his exposed skin, the deep v letting a muscular chest sneak through - kieran growing tired of the traditional suits he was forced to wear - too confined with the buttons fully done, feeling strangled in a tie - and he wondered briefly if that’s how blair felt sometimes. he grabs her finger as it finishes it’s lap, holding onto it gently, “you - of all people should know just how much i support the tits out movement.” he teases, letting go of her finger with a light laugh. he flags down the bartender - events like these despite the open bar didn’t typically allow for shots - an attempt, he supposed to suppress a rowdy crowd. nonetheless the denial had been revoked with a push of a hundred dollar bill into the bartender’s tip jar and within seconds kieran was served with two shots of jäger and a can of red bull. the back of his fingers slides the shot over to her before the motion is coming to a pause, as she slides something over to him. he eyes it suspiciously, used to the kinds of outlandish gifts she gives him - all very blair-like but still, never quite knowing what it’ll be. “valentine, you shouldn’t have,” he says touching his heart with a crooked grin before he’s ripping the wrapping paper off and letting out a laugh as he holds the candied ring in his palm, “you trying to marry me, blair?” he muses, fingers tugging on the edges of the packaging and pulling it open, pulling out the ring that matches hers, only in green and sliding it onto his pinky, which is the only finger that fits it. “how’s it look? how’s it taste?” and with the last question a smirk is pulling onto the side of lips as he sticks it out for her to try. his free hand moves the shot in front of her, popping open the can, “you ready to get your heart racing a little?”

[kiicrans]

coriknox‌:

「 • ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᶤᶰᵍ ⋮ @kiicrans. 」

cori had parted ways with kieran to go make the rounds, although she could never kiss as much ass as her sister and eventually she’d tired of the fake pleasantries and smiles, making her way to the bar instead. kieran had caught her eye, unsurprisingly he was in the midst of wowing an unsuspecting girl, although she most likely knew actually. normally cori wouldn’t interrupt but seeing as he was officially her date and she couldn’t see anyone else from where she was standing she decided to cut in. with a glass of whiskey for him and a gin tonic for herself she made her way over. shooting the girl a polite smile “ mind if i borrow him ? ” she questioned rhetorically as she linked her arm with kieran’s and tugged him slightly away. looking back for a second to see the girl disappearing into the crowd. “ sorry for cockblocking. ” she said, eyeing him for a second then handing him the glass of whiskey, she wasn’t sorry. “ did i mention how well you clean up when you’re not sporting a black eye ? ”

        he’d park himself at the bar, doing his best to avoid interacting with the same people who asked the same fucking question every time. it’s didn’t stop them from coming up to him - but at least he wasn’t actively seeking out the same conversation a dozen times. he’d been talking to a girl his buddy had been dating at yale, catching each other up on their summers. she'd just return from a trip to greece and he pretended to act surprised when she told him they had broken things off. he'd called it since the beginning, considering both were cheating on each other on a regular basis like a secret that the entire yale campus was in on. he could see the look in her eyes, and he knew the offer to sneak off somewhere into the shadows was on the tip of her tongue - however as her lips parted to make way for the words, they were quickly intercepted by cori, slipping herself in and tugging kieran away. he hadn’t bothered an apology, his eyes and attention instantly falling onto cori and letting her lead them to wherever she had in mind. “might’ve saved me actually,” he says easily, taking the drink from her, rings adorning his fingers clinking against the glass, “not really in the mood for her tonight” he says with a smirk, shoulders lifting into a shrug as he takes a lengthy sip from the glass. “modern romance. kept my face clean just for you.” his words are teasing as his eyes skit down her dress, the light catching it in all the best ways, “told you you wouldn’t regret being my date. i’m sure you’ve been told a hundred fuckin’ times how good you look tonight. -- and you do. think you might be giving the stars a run for their money in that dress. who needs a night sky when we've got cori knox, hm?”  

[kiicrans]

trevhanson‌:

“Did you ask Ari for a few days off, just for her? That’s chivalry at it’s finest, surely she must appreciate that kind of attention to detail from you.” Trev grinned, shaking out a cigarette for himself before tucking it between his lips. He reached forward— he’d even taken the polish off his nails, every effort was made tonight to look as presentable as he could muster, plucking the lighter from Kieran’s palm to spark up. A deep inhale made him close his eyes, and he tilted his head back to let the smoke drift upwards as he emptied his lungs. “Nah, you’re lucky to have your name on the list. Better to be in the club than out of it.” The Hansons were doing well, better each year— he supposed their time was on the rise, eventually they’d be held in the same regard as the likes of the Hallidays and the Ottenheimers. Trev looked back down at the garden, grinning. “Yeah, I brought Lee. She’s out there somewhere, but y’know what they say; if you love something you gotta let ‘em go.” He grinned, turning to glance at his companion. “What about you?” A broader expression tugged at his mouth, more mischievous. “You coming to our party after?”

        there’s a luxurious roll of his eyes as he barks out a laugh at the mention of ari, a bitter smile falling onto his lips as he shakes his head, “as much as he loves my knuckles kissing his jaw, think it’s best if we don’t run into each other tonight.” he takes the red and white box back from trevor and stuffs it back into his pocket, letting out a shrug at trev’s rebuttal. “think it’s always a little more fun when you gotta sneak into things, no?” the side of lips part to make room for a grin that’s toothy and crooked. he’d certainly prefer the life when he wasn’t being ushered from event-to-event being asked the same question - if he was going to take over the family’s company - he’d rather blend into the shadows, free to enjoy the open bar and the sheer dresses that teased him, and appreciating the way girls legs looked in heels.  “lee. - she the one with the stingray?” he takes another pull from the cigarette, before exhaling, “don’t think she likes me much,” he murmurs in amusement. “cori.” he says, and the name alone prompts out a small smile from the male, “-- she might be why i was let in without a single complaint. think everyone was too busy looking at her in her dress to notice me by her side.” his brows lift as he looks over at trev, “you hosting the after party? -- at ottenheimer’s? didn’t think he’d have the balls for that, but guess you’re a good influence, trev.”