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i wanna FEEL like you've let me g o . pre-electro

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instinctsarebad :

“  No,  Harry … It’s NOT  like that.  ”  Bittersweet nostalgia,   carved to the damaged  soul  with  battle-worne silence. It slips  through the aching heart like dark tendrils, until  eyes truly resemble that of  opened gates to the fractured soul  for the expression is that of a   HAUNTED man.  Wrought of exhaustion  && pain, but faced  with the  TOUGHEST  obstacle yet.  Memories.  “  It’s hard for me … I’ve got Aunt May to look after and … at the same  time, balancing work at the  DAILY BUGLE is  near impossible when I have JJJ hounding at me. Please, it’s nothing to do with you.  ”

                                         he feels as if he should be more CONSIDERATE , he k n o w s what it's like to have a calendar so FILLED that there is BARELY room to breathe . it's the LONELINESS talking , his heart throbs with it & his mind D R I P S with the NEED of SUBSTANCE . & often that took a destructive form . swallowing hard & shaking his head slowly , soft blonde hair hanging down UNCHARACTERISTICALLY over his eyes , ❜ whatever . ❛ it would ALWAYS be like this . harry osborn BEGGING for some form of attention . 

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becomeshope.

‘ well i wasn’t going to say it, but —- ‘ there’s a smug grin in which miss stacy has grown accustomed to wearing when in the company of her best friend. a touch of arrogance lacing every word upon whim that she allows slip from rose stained lips. while delicate in nature, she’d never refrained from it with him — the perks of growing up together, as she’d always pointed out. ‘ thanks to you, no doubt ! ‘ no stranger to the trace of jesting that becomes apparent with each and every step. ‘ if someone knew how to do his job —- ‘ 

                                       ❜ hey i don't PICK your h o u r s ! you get to do that ! ❛ many a time harry had allowed her to STAY beyond the building's closing . long after everyone had gone home & harry's ghosts had come out to PLAY . perhaps he found COMFORT in watching her work , in seeing the piercing focus in her eyes , it had ALWAYS been this way . harry , the silent doldrum & gwen the beautiful whirlwind . lord knows how they ever became FRIENDS . ❜ plus i can’t h e l p that you’re our SMARTEST f u t u r e biochemist ! ❛ a playful wink as he presses the ELEVATOR button to the t o p FLOOR .

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♕ ! * ≫ ❜ ⊰ how do you BREAK a boy ? you give him everything the w o r l d has to offer . maserati’s , armani deals , only the HIGHEST level of education . make sure everyone ADORES him & h a t e s him at the same time . give him a l l of that —– – all of it EXCEPT love . tear apart his hopes & p r i d e while he is young . watch him fall into DESPERATION , searching for a form of AFFIRMATION . whatever f o r m that MAY take . throw him away , he’ll do the rest to himself .

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@darkinherheart / / 

                                             it was like a MISSING piece of his life was suddenly filled in the second the argent stood in his DOORWAY once more . when she walked in she brought sunlight & joy ( two things he never thought would fill his soul again . ) with his hands gliding over his TOM FORD suit his laughter spills from his lips , ❜ oh this is why i missed you . ❛ an UNSPECIFIC comment , & it means more than he could p i n down .

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citystarlet :

     it’s  not  every  day  an  OSBORN  is  on  your  doorstep.  how  someone  as  mundane  as  peter  parker  was  friends  with  one  of  new  york’s  most  eligible  bachelors  was  beyond  her.  ❛    you  got  it,  BLUE  EYES.  how  you  likin’  queens,  harry?   ❜  

                                    humming softly , he glances around at his surroundings , a FAR step below his usual environment , but he considers himself rather fond of it . ❜ i like the change of scenery . ❛ before he was NY'S most gossiped about orphan , he was just HARRY . & when there was just h a r r y , there had been peter . peter seemed to be the w e b between MANY people's lives .

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mechanikerr :

                 smirk softening at the edges ,  &  her head DIPS with the sound of clinking glasses as they meet , thoughts swimming with alcohol   &  agendas  &  a small voice  –  always urging her to run. leave the wall behind. so , she amends his words with  :   “   i learn quickly ,  ”   quip accompanied by a small smile , though something more dangerous still runs parallel to her words. MASKS always so permanent among pleasantries  ;  so easily trusted  &  distrusted within a moment. lifting an eyebrow , she says ,   “  -  i don’t suppose you’ve INHERITED his talents ?  ”

                                        the question BOUNCES around the c o r n e r s of his mind for a few moments , his head tips to the side & his free hand finds SOMETHING to busy itself with . ❜ ask me again when i'm sober . ❛ ( oh he HAS , but he'll s a y he won't ) he doesn't understand why he SEARCHES for the cold BURN of liquor to s o o t h e him . all is DOES is show him who he t r u l y is . something he LIKES about this girl , thinks she could TEAR him apart with a smile . he wouldn't mind .

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littlewcr :

               He’s  GOING  to be honest. He doesn’t  l i k e  this guy already. Bucky doesn’t like people pretending that they know him, as though words on a  p a g e  can bare his soul to the one  READING  them. He folds his arms and stares at a point just to the  LEFT  of Harry’s head, carefully keeping his  b r e a t h i n g  even and calm.

       ❛  What do you  WANT, Obsorn?  ❜

                                       he can , PERHAPS , be called a hypocrite . as a young man who is DEFINED by nothing more than w o r d s & NAMESAKE . it's second NATURE to do the s a m e to others , all too easy to JUDGE A PERSON  by the words s p o k e n by others . ❜ what makes you say i WANT something ? ❛ the pad of his thumb brushes over the curve of DRY lower lip , ❜ maybe i just wanted to MEET you ? ❛

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instinctsarebad :

“  H — HARRY.  ” Fading memories,  WISPS of  shadows that plague  &  cloud the  head. They coil & disappear,  until  mind is but  a shelter for the vestiges of  remembrance. Sould branded  with splintered guilt,   SUBMERGED  so that the pulsing  hearts   skips  with each progressive  beat. A smile  HARDLY  distinct,  for accountability  gnaws  at the armour of  heroic bravery  he so brandishes    himself  in.  “  Oh … YEAH.  I mean, I  can. I just —  it’s been a long day. At the office.   ”

                                        ❜ look , if you just don't WANT to , i'd r a t h e r you just TELL me that . ❛ his hands are shoved into the pockets of his jeans , he almost seems like JUST another kid from high school . ( NOT YOU TOO PETER ? ) ❜ did i PISS you off or something ? ❛ pulling out every THOUGHT that had crossed his m  i  n  d in the past few hours , SEARCHING for an explanation as to why his friend would POSSIBLY be upset with him . ❜ if i did , just tell me what i DID & i can make it right ! ❛

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chainbreaking :

the FIRST thing that she can see is his eyes ; the sharp , pale blue of the sky at ( six a . m . ) ; the somber hour when all of the WORKER BEES milled to their gray day - prisons.  she’s no different , though , today she’s here as a starving girl in the GUISE of a tourist.  she is SHOCKED when he speaks , his facial features suddenly unfamiliar when moving & not BATHED in the glossy polish used on magazine covers.  ❛    from you ?     ❜

                                     the MAGAZINE covers certainly paint him to be a p e r f e c t picture , a rich boy with the world at his fingertips . it would be anyone's DAYDREAM . ( or motivation ) . but now as he stands with his hair tousled by NEW YORK foot t r a f f i c & coffee dripping down his MUNDANE paper cup , he's just a b o y . a boy who was born into the right FAMILY at the right time . ❜ well you can only get a PIECE of the story while standing outside . ❛ he doesn't move , the smile on his face the only thing that BREAKS the shell of his stoic , PUT TOGETHER appearance . ❜ unless you’d like me to REQUEST someone e l s e to show you around ? . ❛

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I’m sorry that I took so long to tell you that I loved you when I knew that I did.

- D.N. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #77  (via thedestrcyer)

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@instinctsarebad / / liked

                                        he's MUCH more upset than he l o o k s , he's GLUED himself together for this long , the mask can e n d u r e QUITE alot before c r a c k i n g . ❜ you can't keep bailing on me , pete . . . ❛ inhaling deeply . ( LEVEL YOUR HEAD HAROLD . ) he can almost hear his father's g h o s t WHISPERING to him . ❜ i know you're pretty POPULAR these days but , can't you carve out some time to catch up ? ❛

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mechanikerr :

             “  don’t mind if do ,  ”   she lilts ,  head titled as if to take him apart bone by bone ,  molecule by trembling molecule. something purrs uneasy beneath the gentle drowsiness of alcohol ,  but she SWALLOWS it with a hum of satisfaction ,  tapping painted fingernails against the stem of her glass.   “  mm. people often forget money has a face. or an impeccable taste in wine.  ”   her eyes glaze over sweet as her drink ,  & something warns — CAREFUL , careful , do not wake the sleeper.

                                       a s o f t laugh that BORDERS genuine . the soft , smooth sound of the liquid gliding over the g l a s s . ❜ you're a VERY smart girl . ❛ he reaches out , holding out his own cup toward the girl with MASKED strength & b r a v e r y . ❜ to impeccable taste in wine . ❛ a grin tugs across his lips , though it d o e s n ' t quite reach his LIPS . he’s built upon PLEASANTRIES & BACKSTABBING , something feels g o o d about breaking those BARRIERS .

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                                        ❜ you’ve got QUITE the record … ❛ harry osborn doesn’t like not KNOWING everything . when you equip a boy with the RESOURCES of a g o d , he feels POWERLESS without it once it’s taken away . but with his father GONE , he given a whole new ANGLE to hate the world , ❜ & you seem to only be a d d i n g to it . ❛

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♕ ! * ≫ ❜ ⊰ how do you BREAK a boy ? you give him everything the w o r l d has to offer . maserati’s , armani deals , only the HIGHEST level of education . make sure everyone ADORES him & h a t e s him at the same time . give him a l l of that —– – all of it EXCEPT love . tear apart his hopes & p r i d e while he is young . watch him fall into DESPERATION , searching for a form of AFFIRMATION . whatever f o r m that MAY take . throw him away , he’ll do the rest to himself .

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&& ! WRECK . idk if i’ll be able to be online the rest of the night , i have work riP & my fam wants to be all happy familia . but come hmu on kik @ daavengers . ily all so much ! 

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@ccrruptmind / / liked

                                            he’s ERECTED castles in his veins , a work in progress since he watched his HOME disappear in the rearview mirror , but now , as he sits in a ROOM he hardly recognizes as his property , you can stand back & watch the castles fall . but he holds on to his harsh defenses , an impatient kind of wit that slips from whiskey STAINED lips , what’s an osborn without a glass in his hand ? ❜ can i say what a PLEASURE it is to meet you ? but you’re quite a hard person to find . ❛

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becomeshope :

‘ did you get orange chicken ? ‘ it’s the deal breaker in her mind. papers askew upon her desk, the girl turns upon her heels —- eyes wide as gaze finds harry. ‘ i could use a break.’ an attitude in which she wouldn’t normally condemn — but this was different. // AN EXCEPTION ; of sorts. ‘ besides, i’m starving ! ‘  & she nudges the boy with her elbow, sauntering by as she leaves the office in her wake.

                                       a smile takes the form of a tiny quirk to the corners of his lips & his head dips to the side , ❜ who do you take me for ? an amateur ? ❛ the statement holds s o m e SUBSTANCE , for when he locked himself away in the room of his cold BOARDING SCHOOL , his carryout menus became his greatest friends . taking her GRACELESS movements as a yes , he guides her to the elevator , where else would an OSBORN dine other than the office that G L A R E D down over the world . ❜ i figured you might be … you’ve been here all day . ❛