people in trouble; that's my pornography

daniel randolph humphrey. aspiring novelist; brooklynite; lonely boy; ultimate insider. indie rp, mun 21+ sideblog.

[fuckyeaheverythinggossipgirl]

[myoozick]

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all i want // kodaline

[soldierparachute]

Don’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken. I don’t see anything objectively.

[soldierparachute]

Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.

[veronicaesque]

[tryoongs]

maybe love isn’t heart-shaped maybe love is in the shape of your eyebrows raising, mock-offended when i tell you that i can’t take my tea without sugar maybe love is in the shape of your mouth when you smirk and i call you out for being a smug bastard but my voice betrays me when it sounds more of an endearment than a mean comment maybe love is in the shape of your back arching off the bed hips pressing close with mine and mouth even closer maybe love is in the shape of us with our limbs wound over each other as if it’s too cold at night and you’re not a human heater, even in summer maybe love is in the shape of your eyes, wide and hopeful as i say “i do.

(via bestfates)

[veronicaesque]

true love lite

[philgordons-blog]

it is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities

[wherethemusetakesme]

REBLOG WITH YOUR MUN & MUSE HOGWARTS HOUSE

[lonelyinbrooklyn-blog]

Mun: Slytherin Muse: Ravenclaw

[youknowu-loveme]

[veronicaesque]

[lonelyinbrooklyn-blog]

your ice is melting ++ dan/blair

[waldxrfia]

she’s almost disappointed he didn’t suggest pierogis. the dan she knew — or thought she knew, would have. she tries not to think about if she would have agreed or not; acquiring a taste for anything dan humphrey liked almost making her sick to her stomach. she’s surprised he’s conceded so easily; assuming there’d be various options she’d have to shut down. maybe marriage has changed him. (she resents that it may have changed her.)

manhattan has no shortage of fine dining, and she’s sure dropping the bass name would minimize the wait. (she can hardly remember a time when ‘waldorf’ was enough.) italian, french, thai… block after block, the choices are endless. she was never indecisive.

she’s hardly minding where she’s going, no destination in mind — though she’s determined to not let him know that. before she can find either suggesting they retreat to brooklyn, she finally draws to a halt. “here,” she announces, instantly regretting it as she gets a better look at the place.

[lonelyinbrooklyn-blog]

dan's eyebrows raise up towards his hairline. "here?" it's a hungarian place, a step above a diner but not much beyond that. despite the deceptively dark and stylish lighting visible through the windows, he can't believe blair is willingly signing up to eat at a place with mostly counters instead of tables. god, he really hopes she's not trying to make him feel comfortable.

there's a hostess with menus outside the door, and she sidles up the minute that blair stops outside the restaurant. "reservation?" she asks, and dan gives blair a long look before shaking his head.

they are guided inside, and their server shows them all the way to the back of the restaurant, past the long counters with groups and triples to a cosy table for two. he sets a pair of menus down in front of them. "i will get you a candle," he says with a conspiratorial look at blair's carefully styled hair and dan's collared shirt. dan gives blair an appalled look. "that's not necessary," he says hastily, but clearly he's lost the power to make himself heard over the past year or so, because the server ( antal, according to his nametag ) doesn't seem to hear him.

dan waits for blair to object, to loudly inform antal that they aren't on a date; to kick up a fuss and demand that they find a different place to eat. but she doesn't, and when he returns with a flickering glass-enclosed tealight, almost offensively romantic in the glowing warmth it casts over both their features, it's so comedically hideous a situation that dan can't help but pull a face at blair as he leaves to clear one of the counters. "d'you think he'll come back and relight it if we try to blow it out?"

[lonelyinbrooklyn-blog]

ex and the city ++ dan/blair

Earlier that morning.

"Wait, Blair’s coming?”

Lily adjusted her reading glasses. “Of course.”

Rufus gave him a warning look. Behave, the look said. Dan ignored it and looked annoyed right back at her. “Because if she’s going to be there,” he continued, “I won’t be.”

"Oh, for heaven’s sake. You told us you would come, we told the cook —"

Dan set his orange juice down loudly on the breakfast table. "Yeah, because you specificallysaid you weren’t going to invite her.”

"She’s my daughter’s best friend! I can’t just leave her out, it would be rude!"

Serena pushed her chair back from the table. “Mom? I’m going to shower.” Eric muttered an excuse and follows her out, both ignored by the argument going on at the table.

As his stepsiblings escaped, Dan waved a hand. “I’ll go for takeout or something. It’s not a big deal, I don’t wanna spoil your big Thanksgiving dinner. I just don’t want to spend it with her.”

"Dan, we’ve all been very understanding. But you and Blair broke up months ago. Surely you can play nice with her for a couple of hours.”

Had Lily met Blair? “It’s not me being nice that you have to worry about!”

"Blair will be on her best behaviour! You’ll be at opposite ends of the table."

In a far-off room, Ryan Andrew van der Woodsen Humphrey began to cry. Lily got up, looking harrassed, but Rufus was already on his feet and headed for the baby’s room. She turned back to Dan.

"We’ve all been very understanding," she repeated. "All I ask is that you and Blair act like the adults you are for long enough to let your father and I have a nice holiday dinner with our family and friends. Can you do that for us?"

Dan was a sucker for a guilt trip, and his stepmother knew it. “Fine,” he muttered, and with a satisfied nod Lily went after her husband and child.

Dan listened as the volume of his baby half-brother’s squalling rose to a hysterical yell. Ryan did not sound happy at all, and Dan took it as an omen. He took a last bite of eggs and pushed his plate away, already dreading the dinner to come. “I know how you feel, kid.”

[lonelyinbrooklyn-blog]

Later that afternoon -- fashionably late.

Dan checks his reflection in the mirror more carefully than he might have done, were he not about to sit down for dinner opposite his ex-girlfriend. He's wearing a sweater -- one of the few items of clothing he knows she approves of that wasn't bought by her in one of her short-lived attempts to turn him into acceptable Upper East Side dating material. The sweater is clean. His jeans are pressed. He didn't miss any spots while shaving -- he checked twice. Short of getting a haircut, he's as close as he can get to being Waldorf insult-proof.

Of course, Blair is a proven master at finding fault with him. But he might as well present a challenge.

He considers trying to tame his hair with one of Chuck's superglue-like hair products, which still litter the bathroom in his absence. But the memory of a party in the Hamptons where Blair told him loudly in front of his date that he smelled like the drain of a Supercuts still haunts him, and he puts the bottle down unopened.

When he comes out into the living room, Eleanor and Cyrus have already arrived and are nibbling on canapés. Eric gives him a look like he should have been there already -- Dan forgot to factor in the fact that Cyrus is the only person Lily knows who doesn't subscribe to the Upper East Side principles of fashionable lateness. Serena hands him a glass of champagne with a roll of her eyes -- she may have finally stopped being pissed at him for dating her best friend behind her back, but she's spent enough time with both him and Blair since the breakup that he guesses she's not looking forward to this dinner any more than he is.

"Drink up," she tells him. "My grandma isn't coming, so it looks like you'll be sitting next to me instead." She raises perfectly arched blonde eyebrows. "Opposite Blair."

Dan tries very hard not to spit out his drink. And with that, there's a knock on the door and the girl herself is ushered in.

[lonelyinbrooklyn-blog]

ex and the city ++ dan/blair

Earlier that morning.

"Wait, Blair's coming?"

Lily adjusted her reading glasses. "Of course."

Rufus gave him a warning look. Behave, the look said. Dan ignored it and looked annoyed right back at her. "Because if she's going to be there," he continued, "I won't be."

"Oh, for heaven's sake. You told us you would come, we told the cook --"

Dan set his orange juice down loudly on the breakfast table. "Yeah, because you specificallysaid you weren't going to invite her."

"She's my daughter's best friend! I can't just leave her out, it would be rude!"

Serena pushed her chair back from the table. "Mom? I'm going to shower." Eric muttered an excuse and follows her out, both ignored by the argument going on at the table.

As his stepsiblings escaped, Dan waved a hand. "I'll go for takeout or something. It's not a big deal, I don't wanna spoil your big Thanksgiving dinner. I just don't want to spend it with her."

"Dan, we've all been very understanding. But you and Blair broke up months ago. Surely you can play nice with her for a couple of hours."

Had Lily met Blair? "It's not me being nice that you have to worry about!"

"Blair will be on her best behaviour! You'll be at opposite ends of the table."

In a far-off room, Ryan Andrew van der Woodsen Humphrey began to cry. Lily got up, looking harrassed, but Rufus was already on his feet and headed for the baby's room. She turned back to Dan.

"We've all been very understanding," she repeated. "All I ask is that you and Blair act like the adults you are for long enough to let your father and I have a nice holiday dinner with our family and friends. Can you do that for us?"

Dan was a sucker for a guilt trip, and his stepmother knew it. "Fine," he muttered, and with a satisfied nod Lily went after her husband and child.

Dan listened as the volume of his baby half-brother's squalling rose to a hysterical yell. Ryan did not sound happy at all, and Dan took it as an omen. He took a last bite of eggs and pushed his plate away, already dreading the dinner to come. "I know how you feel, kid."

[philgordons-blog]

I said to myself that I would give only a little —       just my kiss, never my heart But fool that I am, I let you take it all,       and only knew what I was missing       when you were long gone

x

[soldierparachute]

Your loss of faith in humanity turns me on.

[veronicaesque]

thought of you as everything I’ve had but couldn’t keep