all day all night

i fell straight into your arms like a drunk who’s been on it all morning. and the sun’s up, and my head’s fucked.

[landonlmk]

lucyfcr:

“ uh, this is the clueless card, not the innocent one. we both know i gave up my right to the innocent card a while ago. i can’t really pull off that look anymore. and look, inanimate things like grey sweatpants don’t really make an impression on me. a nice ass, however — now that’s a whole different story. although i should probably take that compliment back, now that you’ve called my snap game weak. honestly, if you’re not going to be appreciative of what i send your way, then i might as well not send you anything ever again. good luck finding someone else to provide you with quality snapchat entertainment for the rest of your life. no one can use filters like i can, i’ll tell you that much. — as for the gold digger, unlike you, i’ve stopped being surprised by her everyday actions. at this point, as much as i hate every little thing she does, i’m no longer really surprised by the fact that she barely wears clothes, that the only things she ingests are frozen margaritas and green juice, that she refers to anyone with a service job as ‘the help’ and that she’s only happy when she’s either just gotten new boobs or a brand new unlimited credit card. at this point i’d rather invest my energy in something that’s worth my while. like getting one of the uniforms the servers’ll be wearing and using it to either sneak some canapés to the guards by our gate, get a fellow server in trouble with the hosts, or get a married person in trouble with their partner. older people are into being sneaky in closets and pantries, right? worst case if they’re not into it, i’m sure you are, so i can just sneak you into a closet or something. you wearing a server outfit could totally do it for me, now that i’m really thinking about it. we could make that your christmas pardon for ruining last year’s dress. you know, given that it was the only dress i’ve actually ever liked. and then you not ruining this year’s dress can be your way of making up for all of the other dresses i didn’t care too much about during the past few years. i typically drive a pretty hard bargain, but i feel like i’m being pretty fair right now. — so i’m just going to casually seal this deal with a quick kiss, just to make sure we both really remember the arrangement down the road. ”

‘ your innocent card may have been revoked, but you do pull off a wicked puppy dog face.. which, in the right situation, could totally be taken as innocent by unbeknownst passers by. speaking of cards, the ‘no takebacks’ card is always in play on our table, so my fantastic ass and i will take that compliment and run with it.. but we might just run back to quickly admit that you do, in fact, send some pretty quality snaps.. and that our 200+ day streak is an untouchable gift in this dark, grim world. – listen, the gold digger just isn’t on my radar as much as she is yours, i suppose. don’t get me wrong, i am fully aware of her shit and have the deepest sympathy for the fact that you have to suffer through it… but she stopped being hot after i heard her speak, and i hate the attention she gives me, so i try my very best to ignore her. though, to be fair, i’m also only happy after a fresh boob job, so.  as far as trouble goes, that will be easy for us to find, fear not; and all of those ideas are fantastic.. but that last one sounds especially enticing. i like where your head’s at, luce. who knew that all this time i just needed to hop into a coat with tails and carry around champagne. i’ve been so close to hitting that mark for years now – you have my word that i can pull through on my repentance if that’s what you ask of me. i was feeling pretty shitty about the dresses, but this seems like a pretty enjoyable fix to all of our past vera wang wrongs. very very fair. also.. if we would have been sealing our promises like this since we were 13, a lot of our trials and tribulations could have been avoided. don’t think i’ll forget this arrangement.. as long as you don’t forget that this is a fantastic way to get what you want from here on out. ‘

[dialnfornoir]

[landonlmk]

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Sometimes you need 3 cakes to rightfully celebrate someone.. And sometimes even 3 doesn’t seem to cut it. Luce.. My Huckleberry friend. I’ve always said that our hearts are old friends, and every year of life I feel as if that gets reaffirmed for me. Thank you for being my family; for accepting my bullshit, for challenging and encouraging and loving me in spite of my undeserving self. I’ve never known someone quite as spectacular as you have always been, and it’s my greatest bragging point to tell the world that I get to call you my best friend.. Happiest of birthdays to my stunning, whip-smart(ass), full moon howling, tent fort building, sinatra belting other half. Another wild year under our belts. I couldn’t imagine a day without you. Here’s looking at you, kid. 

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[jack-andnothingelse]

[landonlmk]

lucyfcr:

“ yeah, you’re getting dragged because out of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, you chose to quote lolita to me. and that makes me feel a little attacked right now. i’m pretty sure you had a lot of other options, but you chose the easy way out. as for the shirts and sweatpants you mentioned, i literally have no idea what you’re talking about. don’t you think that i’d be wearing your entire wardrobe if i owned it? especially those really nice sweatpants you’re talking about. not that i remember what they look like since, y’know — you haven’t worn them in a while. which is honestly kind of sad, they made your butt look really great, and they were really soft. if i were you, i’d wear them to all the auditions you get after our crying in the club video goes viral, to show off your best features to the casting agents. — speaking of best features and beautiful people, have i told you that the gold-digger holds actual auditions for the waiters and waitresses? the waiters have to be taller than her and have a certain muscle mass, and all of the waitresses have to be shorter and have smaller boobs. or something along those lines. it’s really fucking shallow, but it’ll definitely mean that if we both hook up with one of them, we’ll be hooking up with the crème de la crème of the local waitressing staff. don’t worry though, none of them compare to how much your company’s worth. which is why you’re my pick for the afterparty, and why i’m making a donation of all of the leftover moreau champagne to you. — oh, and i’ll decide whether my famous dive is involved or not, thank you very much. to be honest, it’ll heavily depend on whether you give me time to dive, or whether you throw me in the pool fully clothed without giving me a second to put whatever dress i’ll wearing away. then again, since you’ve gotten us matching pyjamas, i don’t really care what happens to the dress. ”

“ alright casablanca, you have my deepest and most sincere apologies. from this point forward i will do my very best to seek out less mainstream quotes to throw your way. and yes, right, of course. the innocent card is your favorite to throw, should have known. not that you remember what they look like.. but you do remember that my ass looked fantastic in them – hmmmm. i could have sworn, however, that i saw them in a rather mediocre snap you sent me last week. perhaps they’re cursing your performance because their rightful owner is apparently missing out on an audition cash cow. selfishness, thy name is lucille moreau. also, don’t you mean i should be showing off my best asset? missed opportunity. as for the gold digger you’ve got to be joking. i realized that she was on her own level of shallow, but the wait staff? while i do agree that in our future situation we will absolute benefit from her horrific brain, that’s fucking ridiculous. smaller tits? honestly how deep is the ocean of insecurity? you’d think the plastic surgery would do something for a girl’s ego. i wonder what she’d do if we decided to slide into those staff uniforms at one of her events and caused a little trouble? mark it down in our ideas notebook.. i feel like it has great potential. luce, you sappy angel. i’d choose you over a beautiful waitress any day - even one with huge tits. no one else in the world i’d rather party with or see thrown into the pull fully clothed. since you have a birthday coming up, one of your gifts will be the option of changing into something else for your dive. i’ve ruined a few good dolce pieces in the past, i’m beginning to feel a bit guilty. think of it as a christmas pardon, like that turkey every year on thanksgiving. but bet your sweet ass at the end of the evening we will be matching curled up drunk by the fire. prepare ye. “

[mrqqs]

[venusliveshere]

[quantico-gifs]

[landonlmk]

lucyfcr:

“ did you just fucking quote lolita to me? to signify how much you care about me? i’m literally about to go grab the hose from outside to give you a nice, cold shower to remind you who you are and where you came from. i don’t care if it ruins your hair, i’ll do it. don’t try me. i’m also about five seconds away from driving home and putting all the shirts of yours i was going to give back into a locked safe so you can feel miserable about not getting that one shirt you love back — for the rest of your life. or i’ll burn a couple of them and send you the live footage. i don’t know, i’ll decide when i get home. i’m more of a ‘spur of the moment’ kind of girl. speaking of footage, can you send me the video of us drunkenly twerking and fake crying in the club? i need to send that one out as my christmas card to my distant relatives. they’re getting bored of just getting a screenshot of my old yearbook picture apparently. — as for the christmas party hookup, plan b is seduce what the gold-digger refers to as ‘the help’ since she’s convinced we still live back when slavery was legal. i don’t know about you, but there’s something that really gets me about a man or a woman who can hold twenty champagne flutes on a silver tray without dropping a single one. all that dexterity has to help behind closed doors, right? i really think it’s our job to find out. and then once that’s done, maybe they can help load the rest of the champagne into my car as a nice ‘thanks for rocking my socks off’ gift. by the way, if there’s no midnight dip in your pool, i’m outtie. i’ve waited a full year for a repeat of my ‘diving with a full champagne bottle’ moment, lan. ”

“ i was a fool to think that i could slide by with that quote and not get dragged to hell, my god. we’ve had many a talk about lolita.. you know i appreciate classic literature and out of the box storylines, but i hate that glorified child porn. i simply said it because when i say ‘love of my life’ the rest of it just flows, you know? i couldn’t help myself. yeesh. you mean business today. speaking of my crucifixion... i fucking knew you were hoarding my shirts, lucille. i swear half of my closet is at your place and everytime i so much as mention getting it back you turn into a gremlin. one of these days they’ll be in my possession once more. just you wait. when you least expect it you’ll be 26 landon shirts – and pairs of sweatpants – down and shit out of luck. oh my god, the fake crying in the club video is the greatest in our repertoire. we looks so convincing that i’m practically certain we could send it into an agency and book a nicholas sparks film tomorrow. send it with the caption ‘merry christmas from our tender hearts to yours’. – alright, you’ve got a good point about plan b. also, speaking from experience, event waiters and waitresses are from a very broad range of professions and circles of life. it’s a killer side job. 10/10 would highly recommend giving it a whirl; especially at our events.. you know our parents always hire the beautiful people. i’m all for plan b. and yes, after we’ve executed said plan, we’ll most definitely have some new friends who will be more than willing to help us make our way to the private afterparty. which, by the way, will absolutely involve your famous dive. i’ll have my camera ready this year. also, i’ve already purchased us matching christmas pajamas and all of your dumb christmas movies on dvd.. so prepare yourself for another party after the afterparty. we’re getting wild. “

[landonlmk]

lunvnuncz:

The disembodied voice Luna heard caused her to turn around. “Oh,” she said softly, as her eyes laid on the stranger. “Mhmm,” she nodded, “Just a bit drunk..” Her brown eyes swept the area around her and found the doorway to the bathroom. She sauntered over to the bathroom and peered into the mirror, nitpicking her appearance. “There… may I ask what’s so funny?” 

Is this what he looked like on the hard nights out? Over the years Landon had perfected the ‘functioning’ aspect of alcoholism, but some nights he still felt like the foolish, fumbling eighteen year old drunk he once was. “At three in the afternoon? Don’t get me wrong, we’ve all been there.. But most of the time not in public.” As she wobbled, Landon held loosely onto the girl’s elbow to steady her. “Nothing funny, I guess. Amusing, maybe. I was you once. What brings you here wasted this early in the afternoon?”

[landonlmk]

imogcns:

Relief? Was that what she felt when he had told her that no, fake wasn’t quite the right word ( because maybe that meant the word, fake, wasn’t quite the right way to describe her - that maybe she still had a chance to create something rather than sell something ). But even then, Imogen didn’t know what to write, something that hadn’t changed despite Ivory’s exposure. “I don’t really know who the audience is,” she said, frowning as she briefly looked back down at her screen. Wow, she sounded like a rookie. A girl with an idea who doesn’t know what to do with it. Sighing in frustration, Imogen shut her laptop and looked back up, offering a smile as a form of thanks. “Trust me, it says more about me than you. And, you’re not an idiot.” Pausing for a moment, Imogen let herself take in the surroundings ( something she hadn’t really stopped to do when she had gone overseas after everything had turned to custard ). “Noisy and defiant, by the way, that’s what the word means. I don’t know though, would you ever read a book that says masked the reality? I know I haven’t given you the context but…just straight off the bat, would you?” 

Landon set his pen down as he listened to the girl’s reply. Her eyes were almost hungry, he noticed, taking in everything he had spoken with stride and gratitude. His words held a weight. “I think it’s pretty fantastic that you don’t know who the audience is, actually,” he said, turning a bit in his seat so that he was facing the girl front right. “That way you have to broaden your horizon and your speech a little to include those who you might not have initially written for. A challenge.” Landon couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as the conversation continued. She was whip smart, which he had known instantly just by observing her in the noisy shop, but there was much more than he had initially gathered. Well spoken, armed with a quizzical brow and an obvious strive to better whatever it was she had been feverishly working on; She was someone in the world. “Huh,” he mused, “Noisy and defiant. I quite like that. I’ll have to add it to my list of words to use more often. And listen, even without context, I appreciate literature that isn’t always watered down.” He thought back to the hours of agonizing Tolstoy he was forced through as a child, thankful now for the wide understanding and appreciation he held. “Saying ‘masked the reality’ as opposed to ‘hid the true meaning’ or something is poetic. It shows that you thought about the phrase and what you wanted to say through it. I'd read that book.”

[landonlmk]

rcmanoodles:

“i mean, this isn’t the first time. okay, actually the sounded wrong. she took my phone when i was around fourteen? i don’t know, either way i was sexting this girl and i forgot what happened but i wound up grounded. let’s just say my penis was the talk of her morning brunch, ‘just as small as the day he was born.’ i was a late bloomer, okay?”

“dude, we were all late bloomers, don’t sweat it. that horrifying story, however.. did the ladies at brunch give you the eye when you walked in? did you steal her ambien as payback? how the hell did you survive that at fourteen, much less survive in the house with your literal mother turned bully?”

[landonlmk]

lucyfcr:

“ if you’re looking for validation, here’s a little extra: if you were chicken, i’d eat all of your fingers. which, i’m just realising, sounds a little dirty, but you get me. as for your nostrils, how could you possibly know they don’t do the thing? do you lie to yourself in front of a mirror on a daily basis? because if you do, i can’t believe i haven’t heard about it until now. you’ve had a decent amount of time to tell me about that sort of experimentation. think about the number of great videos i could have of that on my phone, ready to watch anytime i’m feeling down. or to show people on the street when i need to strike up a conversation with someone. lost opportunities, that’s what this is. — and listen, i need you to stop stressing. you don’t look like a quick lay. which is exactly why i was specifically telling you to sleep with anonymous girl quickly. if doing it quick was your normal modus operandi, then i wouldn’t even have to ask for you to take a couple minutes, right? and before you start contesting my ‘a couple of minutes’ rule, hear me out. if we’re going to slum it with the guests at the annual moreau christmas party, i need a guarantee that i’ll have time afterwards to grab all of the leftover champagne bottles and drag them over to yours for the afterparty. i really don’t want to wake up at mine post-christmas bash. the stepmonster’ll be hungover and will have lost a diamond earring or something, and i don’t want to have to deal with it. especially since i’ll probably be in the same state as her. minus the plastic tits and inherent need to ruin lives, obviously. ”

“ lucy, love of my life, fire of my loins. my sin, my soul.. thank you for that. the desire of my fingers is all i’ll ever need from you – no, yeah, you were totally right. dirty. i do a lot of things in front of my mirror, which you well know. straight up flex, practice my club moves, stare into my own beautiful brown eyes, etc. i suppose lying isn’t on the list, so you may be right.. however, wouldn’t i feel the nostril flare? was i just not aware? if not, i absolutely will be now, so i owe you many thanks, my girl. also, i’ve seen your phone – the number of uplifting videos of me that you possess is infinite, so i think you’re set for now. let me know when you get tired of my rumplestiltskin monologue vid and i’ll come up with some new ammo, but i just never foresee that happening. i do appreciate that detailed explanation of my sexual m.o. i’m glad, at least in your eyes, that i look like a man you would trust to come through and fuck a random at a family christmas party. your confidence in me is earth shattering. and listen, you know that i would do anything in this world for you, but if the pickings are slim in the female department.. what is plan b? is there a plan b? could we just scribble one down maybe? think it over. – luce, when have i ever let you wake up anywhere but by my side post-christmas bash? if we are anything in this world, we are holders of our traditions.. and stealing all of your father’s champagne leading to our hasty exit to my place is practically written in blood in our friendship handbook. we’ll play frank, we’ll order a 3am pizza, and we’ll live in our bubble bliss with no fake tits in sight. amen. “ 

[arataxia]

[alisonbriedaily]

[lucyfcr-deactivated20200422]

✆ *big papa plays softly in the distance*

contact name: 2 ugly 2 socialize ( gets changed back to “ daddy lei 🌺  ” by landon anytime he can his hands on lucy’s phone )ringtone: late night ( falcons remix )  — goldlink

[landonlmk]

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