passion in my heart

[lcvewaslcst]

NOTE: FIXING LINKS AND SHIT JUST ASK IF YOU NEED ANYTHING AND ITS FUCKING BROKEN OR SOME SHIT LOL

independent multi-muse SUPER selective written by ri (she/they) 21+. I'll circle back to add more here - but for now, just wander around. Only writing with 21+. Been round these parts FOREVER. Maybe you know me as xxdelirious or pxachscone.

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PS - I'm in grad school, so my replies may be spotty at different times throughout the year. nothing personal. way more active on discord

[ggirlism]

VICTORIA PEDRETTI FORBIDDEN FRUITS (2026)

[naileadevoras]

drew starkey . via tiktok

[luke-thompsons]

HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS (2003) dir. Donald Petrie

[whatelsecanwedonow]

DRINKING BUDDIES (2013) dir. Joe Swanberg

[sweetfridays]

♡ TYRIQ WITHERS the jennifer hudson show

[recklcssblues]

* closed starter for @lcvewaslcst

" i - god do you know how much i miss you? " he questioned softly as a quiet sigh passed his lips.

[lcvewaslcst]

"that might be the most romantic thing you've ever said to me," julian teased, smile wide. "does your girlfriend know you're here?" he stepped back to let the other in.

[sweetfridays]

♡ RENEE RAPP via tiktok ( reneerapp )

[dcgtown]

Even as they stood here it wasn't lost on Toby how they were more of a united front than a lot of the marriages that didn't end in divorce It was bittersweet. More than anything he liked knowing they could still be there for each other and their daughter, but he couldn't deny the innate failure he felt that the relationship that had always came so naturally to him had fallen apart.

A smile tugs at his lips when Sloane mentioned already taking the day off. Even for two people who had fought as much as they had over the past few years they would always have one thing in common and that was the little girl they both had a hell of a time saying no to. Truthfully the holidays with his family felt hollow without her there, so he didn't need to think twice about whether or not it would be okay if she went or not. "Are you kidding? I bet they wish they got custody of you in the divorce when it comes to family parties," Toby jokes with a crooked smirk before nodding. "But really it'll be nice to have you there. Seriously."

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“Yeah, well,” she said, glancing back toward the mirrored studio where Presley was still spinning across the floor, ponytail whipping behind her. “Your mom still sends me recipes like nothing’s changed, so I think I’m grandfathered in at this point.” Her voice came out steady. Calm. Exactly the way she’d practiced sounding whenever she had to stand this close to him. Because this close was dangerous. Her body reacted to him like no time had passed at all. Warmth crept up the back of her neck before she could stop it, spreading slowly down her spine in a way that made absolutely no sense.

They were divorced. Her brain knew that. Had known it for months. Had signed the papers, boxed up half a life, learned how to sleep diagonally across a bed that used to belong to two people. Sloane forced herself to breathe out slowly through her nose. Cool. Collected. Normal. “Pres will be thrilled,” she said lightly, finally looking back at him. “She’s been planning her outfit for three days like it’s the Met Gala.” Her eyes met his for half a second longer than necessary, and something strange flickered low in her chest again. She ignored it. Ignored the stupid, traitorous part of her that still leaned toward him without permission.

Instead she lifted one shoulder in a small shrug, like none of this meant anything at all. “Besides,” she added, tone easy, “someone has to make sure your family behaves.”

[lcvewaslcst]

@luckydime

Cooper had learned a long time ago that people tended to watch him before they spoke to him. Maybe it was the athlete thing, maybe it was the way he carried himself, shoulders squared like he was still waiting for a play to start. Whatever it was, it made silence stretch longer than usual when he walked into a room. Tonight wasn't any different. Coop leaned against the edge of the bar, rolling the cold glass between his palms as he scanned the crowd without really looking for anyone in particular. He told himself he was only here for a quick drink before heading home, but something about the night made him stay a little longer. When the stool beside him scraped across the floor, he glanced over, lifting an eyebrow slightly, smile spreading wider when he registered who it was. “You gonna order something,” he said calmly, a faint hint of amusement in his voice, “or just judge my drink choice all night?” He looked down at his pink cocktail with a little umbrella floating in the top.

[emziess]

Jeremy Allen White as Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto The Bear, S03E01

[dcgtown]

TJ had always been extremely aware that a day would come where rolling into town wouldn't bring time to a stand still. No, one day the scales would tip and TJ coming around would just be the reminder of an inevitable goodbye, or of broken promises that were made in good faith in the moment, but in the end TJ never believed in herself enough to really follow through. Every time she runs, TJ swears it'll be the last time. That she'd finally make the decision for both and just stay away for good. Except the weight of missing Peyton always became too heavy. The thoughts of her and the life they could share clouds her mind so much that TJ tells herself that she just needs to see her with her own two eyes. To hear her warm laugh just once.

Except it's never enough.

And the laugh that spilled from the other woman's lips was nothing like hers. It was enough to tell TJ that those very scales had tipped. She doesn't speak and frankly she wasn't sure she could even physically say something in the moment. Peyton's words are a long time coming, but they weren't any less difficult to hear coming from the woman she loved so much. That's what you're good at. The accuracy is cutting. Especially when it's coming from somebody who knows her so well.

The urge to run again is stronger than TJ cares to admit except they didn't come all this way just to turn around again. No, the very least she could do was hear Peyton out. Despite feeling like a wild animal backed into a corner she nods towards the exit, trying her damndest to ignore the man Peyton was likely having a good time with until TJ came and ruined it all.

The cold night air feels like the slap in the face she deserves and TJ speaks up first before she loses the nerve. "You were right about a lot of things in there, but you were wrong about one thing," she says, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets as she nervously cracks her knuckles with her thumbs. "When we'd talk about what a future could look like for us it wasn't like being handed a live wire," she says with a shake of her head, feeling her eyes fill with tears. "It was like being handed a masterpiece. Some one of a kind work of art and being told I needed to keep it safe. How could I ever be trusted to do that?"

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Peyton stares at her for a second, the words landing somewhere deep in her chest. A masterpiece. God, TJ always did this. Said something so honest in that voice that made Peyton’s anger subside almost instantly. The cold outside air cuts through the heat that had built under her skin in the bar. She hates how familiar it all feels. Hates how her heart still tilts toward TJ like gravity. Like she can't help it at all. She exhales slowly, breath fogging in the air. “You think that makes it better?” she asks quietly. Peyton drags a hand through her hair, pacing once across the narrow strip of sidewalk like she needs the movement to keep herself from reeling. “You talk about me like I’m something fragile,” she says, stopping in front of her again. “Like I’m this perfect thing you’ll ruin if you touch.” Her laugh this time is softer, but it still hurts coming out. “TJ, I’m not a painting you hang on a wall and protect from dust.”

She steps closer before she can stop herself. Close enough that the space between them feels electric. Close enough that the urge to reach out is almost unbearable. “I’m a person,” Peyton says, voice trembling. “And every time you run, it doesn’t protect me. It just… leaves me standing there wondering what I did wrong.” She sighed, trying to brace herself.

“You don’t get to decide you’re bad for me and make that choice for both of us,” she says. “That’s not noble, TJ. That’s just you leaving before anyone gets the chance to stay.” Her chest tightens. Her voice drops. “You say you can’t be trusted with something good - but do you know what it feels like to be the thing someone keeps coming back for… but never stays for?” Her eyes burn, but she refuses to look away. “It makes you feel like you’re almost enough,” she whispers. “Like you’re always one step away from being worth it.” Silence stretches between them. The distant bass from the bar thuds through the wall behind them. Peyton’s hands tremble at her sides.

“And the worst part?” she says softly. “I still want you to stay.” The confession slips out before she can stop it. Her breath catches immediately after, like she’s shocked she actually said it. Peyton shakes her head a little, swallowing hard. “Which is pathetic, honestly.”

[zanephillips]

SPENCER HOUSE for Swooon [x]

[cowboymusing]

need a sapphic ship where muse a and muse b met on tinder when muse a was exploring her sexuality, and inevitably decided that she was probably straight and they became best friends anyway. a year goes by, and muse a is super busy and only sees muse b quickly when she's in town (maybe she's a flight attendant, travel vlogger, etc.) and ended up coming over for a home cooked meal (because muse b offered and how could she say no?) and they hang out all night long and muse b still doesn't think this was a hook up until they're in bed, and muse a is teasing them asking them why they're so far away. within seconds, muse b gives muse a the night of her life. muse a says that she's already came three times and muse b laughs and says, "is that all?" but in the morning muse a has to catch an early flight and muse b is left wondering if there's actually something there or if it was just a hook up that'll never happen again.

[madelyncilne]

Sarah Pidgeon as Carolyn Bessette American Love Story (S01E04)

[notgaybuckybarnes]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON Fuze (2026)

[recklcssblues]

while he had been away she was the main thought , his main concern to be exact. even though he had of course made an effort to check in and call whenever they could it didn't stop him from missing her like hell. his smile widened even more as he looked at her. the male taking a moment to take in how stunning she was ; sometimes he just still couldn't believe that she was his girlfriend. arms automatically wrapping around her frame the second she was in his reach , the flowers in his hand momentarily forgotten about. "missed you too much i couldn't be away another minute I hope that's alright." hayden spoke gently , a tone that was reserved for her only. "i managed to pick you up some flowers on the way."

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“Of course that’s alright,” she says, softer than she means to, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt like she’s afraid he might disappear again if she doesn’t hold on. She blinks. God, he remembers her favorite flowers. Of course he does. He always does. “You’re ridiculous,” she adds, but there’s no bite in it. None at all. “Come inside,” she says, already tugging him over the threshold by the sleeve, reclaiming him into her space. The door shuts with a decisive click behind them, and it’s like the air changes. Quieter. Safer. She sets the flowers down on the counter and then, because she can’t help herself, she turns back to him and presses her forehead into his chest. Her voice comes out smaller there, muffled by his shirt. “I didn’t realize how much I missed you until you were standing here,” she admits, which feels dangerously close to vulnerability. Vivian hates that too. That he can pull truths out of her she’d never say out loud to anyone else. “It was stupid. I kept picking up my phone like you were just… late to something. Like you were supposed to walk in any second.” Then, because she can’t just let the moment stay that soft without pretending she’s still in control, her mouth curves into a familiar, sharp little smile. “You know you’ve completely ruined my plans, right? I was supposed to go out tonight and pretend I don’t have a boyfriend who makes stupid romantic gestures. Now I have to cancel and be domestic.” Then, she leans in and kisses him before he can apologize for it, slow and certain, like she’s anchoring him back to her.