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[ 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳... ]

[lustsfcrlife]

i know i’m not very good at being on here and informing you all abt what i’m doing with this blog or replies, but i just wanted to say that i’m gonna take a month or so hiatus for sure. today my uncle died and this week i started school, and the mixture of both is a lot. this year has been very hard for me and i’m just gonna take time to process everything

[saoirseronan]

Dog Day Afternoon (1975) dir. Sidney Lumet

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

The Poems of Emily Brontë, ‘Remembrance’ c. March 1845

[andolinii]

THE GODFATHER SENTENCE STARTERS.  1/- sentences taken from the 1972 movie directed by Francis Coppola.  adjust as needed.

❝   i didn’t protest.   ❞ ❝   i wept. why did i weep?   ❞ ❝   i stood like a fool.   ❞ ❝   why did you go to the police ?   ❞ ❝   tell me anything, but do what i beg you to do.   ❞ ❝   these two boys were brought to trial.   ❞ ❝   what is that ?   ❞ ❝   the judge sentenced them to three years in prison.   ❞ ❝   i want them dead.   ❞ ❝   they went free that same day.   ❞ ❝   that i cannot do.   ❞ ❝   those two bastards, they smiled at me.   ❞ ❝   i’ll give you anything you ask.   ❞ ❝   we’ve known each other many years, but this is the first time you’ve come to me for counsel or for help.   ❞ ❝   i can’t remember the last time you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee.   ❞ ❝    let’s be frank here. you never wanted my friendship.   ❞ ❝   you were afraid to be in my debt.   ❞ ❝   i didn’t want to get into trouble.   ❞ ❝   you didn’t need a friend like me.   ❞ ❝   you don’t ask with respect.   ❞ ❝   why didn’t you come to me first ?   ❞ ❝   you ask me to do murder.  for money.   ❞ ❝   i ask you for justice.   ❞ ❝   that is not justice.   ❞ ❝   your daughter is still alive.   ❞ ❝   let them suffer then.   ❞ ❝   how much should i pay you ?   ❞ ❝   what have i ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully ?   ❞ ❝   if you’d come to me in friendship, that scum would be suffering this very day.   ❞ ❝   if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies.   ❞ ❝   then they would fear you.   ❞ ❝   be my friend ?   ❞ ❝   some day, and that day may never come, i’ll call upon you to do a service.   ❞ ❝   accept this justice as a gift.   ❞ ❝   what, are you a dance judge or something ?   ❞ ❝   go take a walk around the neighborhood.   ❞ ❝   do your job.   ❞ ❝   well you watch yourself, alright ?   ❞ ❝   what’s the matter ?   ❞ ❝   i am honored and grateful you have invited me to your home.   ❞ ❝   what can i do for you ?   ❞ ❝   is this necessary ?   ❞ ❝   you understand everything.   ❞ ❝   who should i give this job to ?   ❞ ❝   who else is on the list ?   ❞ ❝   that man over there is talking to himself.   ❞ ❝   see that scary guy over there ?   ❞ ❝   he’s a very scary guy.   ❞ ❝   you look terrific !   ❞ ❝   very nice to meet you.   ❞ ❝   father’s been asking for you.   ❞ ❝   he’s a good lawyer.   ❞ ❝   you like your lasagna ?   ❞ ❝   i pledge my ever-ending loyalty.   ❞ ❝   i’m going to leave you now, because i know you are busy.   ❞ ❝   what’s that outside?   ❞ ❝   they’ve all sent gifts.   ❞ ❝   i told you he was going to come.   ❞ ❝   he’s probably in trouble again.   ❞ ❝   sing a song !   ❞ ❝   you want to meet him ?   ❞ ❝   let’s listen to this song.   ❞ ❝   i wanted to get out of it.   ❞ ❝   how did you do that ?   ❞ ❝   what was that ?   ❞ ❝   made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.   ❞ ❝   he held a gun to his head and assured him either his brains or his signature would be on the contract.   ❞ ❝   that’s my family, it’s not me.   ❞ ❝   that’s a true story.   ❞ ❝   i’ll take care of it.   ❞ ❝   tell him to go to the office.   ❞ ❝   how are you doing ?   ❞ ❝   are you having a good time ?   ❞ ❝   i don’t know what to do.   ❞ ❝   are you in there ?   ❞ ❝   i wouldn’t even have to act.   ❞ ❝   you can act like a man !   ❞ ❝   what’s the matter with you ?   ❞ ❝   is this how you turned out ?   ❞ ❝   what is that nonsense ?   ❞ ❝   you spend time with your family ?   ❞ ❝   a man who doesn’t spend time with his family can never be a real man.   ❞ ❝   you look terrible.   ❞ ❝   i want you to eat.   ❞ ❝   i’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse.   ❞ ❝   just go outside,  enjoy yourself and forget all this nonsense.   ❞ ❝   i want you to leave it all to me.   ❞ ❝   do we give him something important ?   ❞ ❝   give him a living but never discuss the family business with him.   ❞ ❝   i want you to go tonight.   ❞ ❝   if there’s nothing else, i’d like to go.   ❞ ❝   who the hell are you ?   ❞ ❝   i have a special practice,  i handle one client.   ❞ ❝   you have my number,  i’ll wait for your call.   ❞ ❝   why didn’t you tell me you work for [name] ?   ❞ ❝   come over here with me.   ❞ ❝   let’s get something to eat.   ❞ ❝   this is one favor i can’t give to you.   ❞ ❝   he never asks a second favor when he’s been refused the first.   ❞ ❝   you don’t understand.   ❞ ❝   let me be even more frank.   ❞ ❝   i’m not a hardhearted man.   ❞ ❝   it’s not all dollar and cents.   ❞ ❝   a man in my position can’t afford to be made look ridiculous.   ❞ ❝   you get the hell out of here !   ❞ ❝   thank you for dinner and a pleasant evening.   ❞ ❝   you’re not too tired are you ?   ❞ ❝   i couldn’t find out how much.   ❞ ❝   if we don’t get into it, somebody else will.   ❞ ❝   with the money they earn, they can buy more police and political power. then they come after us.   ❞ ❝   i need a man who has powerful friends.   ❞ ❝   i need a million dollars in cash.   ❞ ❝   i need those politicians that you carry in your pocket, like nickels and dimes.   ❞ ❝   why do you come to me?  Why do i deserve such generosity ?   ❞ ❝   i said that i would see you, because i heard you were a serious man.   ❞ ❝   i heard you were a serious man, to be treated with respect.   ❞ ❝   i have a lot of friends in politics.   ❞ ❝   they wouldn’t be friendly long if they knew my business is drugs instead of gambling.   ❞ ❝   drugs is a dirty business.   ❞ ❝   it doesn’t make any difference to me what a man does for a living.   ❞ ❝   your business is a little dangerous.   ❞ ❝   i have a sentimental weakness for my children, and i spoil them as you can see.   ❞ ❝   my no is final.   ❞ ❝   i think your brain is going soft.   ❞ ❝   never tell anybody outside the family what you’re thinking again.   ❞

[lustsfcrlife]

i’m drunk and high and i just think ewan is neat

[lustsfcrlife]

[  𝑀𝐴𝑅  ] ​:

   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲,  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲,  𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.  paranoia that history would inevitably repeat itself turns to ashes,  and from the dust,  flowers  bloom  in her stomach,  and with them comes the confidence that they aren’t tethered to problems of twenty years ago.  in youth,  she’d often felt like they were on the eternal brink of  setting alight     ——–     a feeling of thrill and fear in equal measure.  now,  here,  they finally feel closer to a  controlled flame     ;     something to be protected,  nurtured,  something they weren’t pouring gasoline on every waking moment to the point of total  combustion.  despite the ache,  cavernous and gaping,  within her chest over so  many  years lost,  there’s still a part of her that’s  thankful  for that time apart     ——–      though those long years of silence had near enough fucking gutted her clean,  she’d  swallow it  all over again if it meant him saving himself from  imploding.

   ❝     …  you really wanna marry me ?❞     her words come with a smile,  bold     &     bright,  dimpling her cheeks as she  beams  upwards at him.  she knew his words to be true,  knew it because she too wanted it deep in the very marrow of her bones,  but god,  it was so  good  to hear,  that she wanted to hear it again and again and again til the words  muddled  and his tongue turned dry.     ❝     you know,  you’re  supposed  to get on one knee for this sort of thing,  don’t know if anyone ever told you.    ❞     her smile is so large that is almost aches,  and for a moment,  she elects to  bury her face  straight into his chest,  nodding as her hands move from their tangled embrace so her arms curl tight     &     familiar around his middle.  finally,  she emerges,  a faint  glisten  shimmering on the ends of her eyelashes like rain on cobwebs.     ❝     …  of  course  i’ll marry you.  uh,  yes,  i mean.  i do ?  yes.  might be a bit short notice  today,  but     ——–     of course i’ll marry you.  i don’t wanna wait,  either.  we’ve waited  way  too long already.  i’ll find a dress,  you can break out a suit an’…  let’s just do it.❞

𝐡𝐞’𝐝    𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫    𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝    𝐚    𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞    𝐚𝐬    𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡    𝐚𝐬    𝐡𝐞    𝐝𝐢𝐝    ‘    𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬    𝐟𝐨𝐫    𝐚    𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧    ,    ‘    but    as    he    stood    there    with    her    ,    letting    his    arms    embrace    her    in    the    same    manner    hers    did    him    ,    mark    felt    perhaps    he    was    beginning    to    understand    the    sentiment.    he    had    loved    her    so    intensely    when    they    were    younger    ,    but    that    was    the    problem    --    he    loved    her    in    the    same    manner    he    had    to    feel    about    everything    ,    because    if    not    he    wouldn’t    be    able    to    muster    enough    emotion    to    sustain    it.    the    feeling    was    as    genuine    as    it    could’ve    been    ,    but    it    was    surrounded    by    a    situation    that    it    would    not    withstand    ,    &    in    a    person    who    was    hardly    a    person    at    all    some    days.    while    he    wasn’t    entirely    positive    that    day    leaving    her    was    the    best    decision    ,    he    knew    now    that    it    had    been    --    the    future    had    been    kind    to    them    ,    &    the    time    had    transformed    him    into    a    person    who    didn’t    have    to    pick    between    a    drug    &    loving    her    ;    mark    was    the    person    he    had    desired    to    be    that    day    he    left    ,    &    life    finally    was    rewarding    him    for    all    of    his    efforts.    this    was    exactly    where    he    was    supposed    to    be    --    all    of    it    was    supposed    to    happen.

❛        aye    ,    of    course    i    wanna    marry    you    !    i’m    surprised    ye    wanna    marry    me    !        ❜        dimples    begin    to    appear    on    his    pale    countenance    as    the    excitement    of    this    all    begins    to    course    through    him.    this    was    it    --    this    was    the    real    ,    honest    to    god    thing    that    they    were    doing    ,    &    this    was    the    person    he    should’ve    done    it    all    with    the    first   time.        ❛    oh    fuck    ,    i    did    forget    to    kneel    ,    didn’t    i    ?    i    didn’t    get    a    ring    either    !        ❜    he    shakes    his    head    ,    laugh    emitting    from    parted    twin    -    flesh.    he    liked    how    this    was    panning    out    :    in    the    same    messy    ,    chaotic    way    it    had    all    began    that    one    fateful    day    in    that    dodgy    little    alley.    it    was    perfect    ,    perfect    in    a    way    only    they    could    understand    truly.    he    wanted    to    exist    in    this    moment    forever.    ❛    i    suppose    since    we    can’t    do    it    today    ,    we’ll    just    have    to    stay    inside    &    celebrate    ,    yea    ?    perhaps    with    a    shag    on    the    counter    or    couch    or    something    ,    &    a    movie    in    bed    afterwards    ,    the    way    proper    married    couples    do    it.    ❜

[ewanmcgregorsource]

T2 Trainspotting (2017), dir. Danny Boyle

[lustsfcrlife]

things about mark that are canon that i just think abt sometimes for no real good reason part 123234 :

he has a kink for wet hair ??? like it legitimately turns him on when a girl has wet hair

he developed a crush on a girl one time because she had the same hair as robert plant 

he was in an actual band & went through a legitimate punk phase 

he’s cheated on someone before once

he uses pet names , like real cheesy ones sometimes 

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Baby McGregor in Shallow Grave, 1994

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[lustsfcrlife]

[  𝑄𝑈𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝐸𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴  ] ​: 

            𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘      that surges through estrella’s body,   picking up on izaak’s body language,   his   rage.   it’s escalating and she can feel it,   can see it in his eyes.   she had seen anger like this before,   but from king eydin.   izaak wasn’t free from his father’s   CHOLER   and estrella has known this for a very long time.   but,   one of the many reasons she loved him so   dearly   was because of his empathy,   his compassion,   his overwhelming drive to do the right thing.       in his anger,   he is a   stranger   to estrella.

           she watches as he paces,   her limbs   ITCHING   to outstretch to him,   to pull him into her arms and run a hand through his hair.   but she refrains from doing so when he speaks.   his words cut   deep   and despite the stony visage that remains,   she knows her heart   hurts   from his refusal of her comfort.   she’s likely to do what she knows   needs   to be done regardless,   but for now,   she’ll give him his distance and remain silent.

               still,   body cannot help but   flinch   when he throws his hands across the desk.   it’s not that it’s scared her,   only that she’s perhaps never seen izaak quite like   this,   not in reality anyway.   it takes a moment,   but stature recomposes itself and she steps forward,   brows furrowing as her lips turn to a scowl.    ❛    izaak.    ❜    she speaks curtly, a sternness in her voice.   it’s all she can really manage right now,   his name and   nothing  more.

           when izaak speaks again,   eyes close and a deep breath is taken in.    ❛    we cannot simply   execute   him.   you know this.   if we want talais to remain   fair   and   just,   there must be a trial.   besides   —    ❜    she cuts herself off to open her eyes and look towards the door.   voice drops to a hushed tone.    ❛    —    we’re not even supposed to   know   that kadir committed these crimes,   remember ?   or must i remind you that i’ve only   just   returned from vincourt because we needed mages to preform   ILLEGAL   magic in our undercroft ?   you know i love you,   but please see this rationally.   it’s more than unfortunate we lost lives at the hands of a trusted man,   but it’s   finished,   izaak.   he’ll not get away with his crimes and we can ensure such,   but only once we’ve gone through the   proper   steps.   ❜

𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐬𝐨𝐧    𝐨𝐟    𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬    ,    𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞    𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐚𝐤    𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞   .    what    a    weighty    title    for    one    child    to    bare    before    he    could    even    conceptualize    what    that    meant    --    &    oh    did    he    bare    it    .    izaak    knew    days    like    this    would    come    in    his    ruling    ,    days    that    would    test    his    character    &    his    heart    ,    but    he    never    imagined    it    would    feel    like    this    ,    like    it    did    when    he    was    younger.    the    tired    ,    youthful    shoulders    that    had    to    adjust    to    the    weight    of    his    future    had    only    matured    into    a    head    with    a    crown    too    heavy    for    his    liking    now    .    prince    had    merely    been    replaced    with    king    .    nothing    had    changed    .    if    he    were    to    look    in    a    mirror    at    this    moment    ,    he    was    certain    he    would    see    the    youthful    character    his    father    had    ,    that    whimsical    little    being    too    small    for    his    armor    .    a    man    not    suited    for    this    position    .

to    be    feared    or    to    be    loved    --    that    was    the    question    ,    that    was    always    the    question    .    perhaps    it    was    naive    to    believe    there    was    a    middle    ground    there    ,    that    he    could    lurk    subtly    between    the    two    areas    without    having    to    choose    ,    but    in    not    choosing    ,    he    had    ;    he    had    chosen    to    be    loved    ,    &    his    kindness    had    been    mistaken    for    weakness    because    of    it    .    he    was    a    king    who    had    failed    ,    a    king    who    could    not    enforce    the    rules    this    city    needed    ,    &    now    he    had    to    do    what    he    had    never    truly    wanted    --    had    to    become    someone    he    truly    DESPISED    to    guide    his    people    back    .    this    was    too    much    for    him    .    he    did    not    want    to    speak    that    aloud    for    fear    he    would    let    down    another    being    today    ,    but    he    felt    it    so    strongly    he    was    certain    estrella    would    feel    it    soon    .    it    radiated    off    of    him    as    firmly    as    his    anger    did    .    while    he    had    become    a    master    at    concealing    his    emotion    around    many    people    ,    his    facade    could    only    hold    for    so    long    around    a    woman    who    seemed    to    know    him    better    than    he    knew    himself    .    

❛    sometimes    it    feels    as    though    i    know    nothing    ,    estrella    .    ❜        izaak    turns    to    her    ,    voice    lowered.    blue    hues    linger    towards    the    door    frame    ,    watching    for    listeners.    ❛    i    know    we    must    do    what    is    right    --    what    is    fair    --    but    you    must    know    how    this    feels.    what    is    just    &    fair    seems    to    have    failed    us    .    ❜    eyes    connect    with    her    own   ,    saying    all    they    need    to    without    a    word    having    to    leave    his    lips    .    there    is    something    pleading    inside    of    him    for    her    to    make    sense    of    all    this    madness    .    they    beg    her    to    release    him    of    this    burden    ,    unfairly    passing    his    duties    onto    a    woman    he    loves    because    he    is    certain    she    has    always    been    better    fitted    for    this    position.    but    then    his    eyes    flicker    ,    &    his    head    drops    ,    &    that    anger    releases    into    his    stream    again    .    back    straightens    &    he    lifts    himself    off    the    desk    .        ❛        we    will    need    to    go    through    the    proper    steps    ,    you    are    correct    about    that    ,    but    when    he    is    found    guilty    of    his    crimes    ,    i    want    him    to    suffer    the    cruelest    of    deaths    .    this    is    a    death    for    my    people    ,    for    my    children    ,    &    for    you    .    a    short    death    is    a    sweet    one    &    i    refuse    to    give    him    that    .    this    you    must    allow    me    --    that    is    rational    .    ❜    

[luckily]

Requiem for a dream (2000)

[lustsfcrlife]

[  𝑄𝑈𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝐸𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴  ] ​:

              𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑,      his capturing by the guard,   was certainly a twist that even estrella could not have   imagined.   if not for the mages,   perhaps they would have   NEVER   caught him and his crimes would be left unpunished.   twelve  victims.   it’s left her mind spinning,   even as she stands in his office,   alone now with izaak.   she can tell he’s frustrated,   ENRAGED   even,   by the slight red tint climbing to his face,   his breathing   heavier.

                kadir had been   right   under their noses,   hauling victims in and out of the castle without anyone noticing a thing.   he was a   friend   to talais,   or at least the sanguines thought.   it was understandable that izaak would feel even   PARTIALLY   responsible.   estrella wants to draw closer to him,   to try and soothe him,   but she keeps her distance,   hands clasped in front of her waist.   

              a deep breath is drawn in,   posture straightening.    ❛    it’s not   your   fault,    my love.    ❜    she wants to say it before he even has a chance to   begin   blaming himself.   if the door had not been kicked in,   she’d close it for even a semblance of   privacy.   but,   there it lay,   broken on the stone floor.   she allows a pause with her words before lips part to speak again.    ❛    you could not have known.   none   of us did.    ❜

izaak    had    been    forewarned    about    this.    many    years    ago    ,    he    had    been    told    by    his    very    own    father    that    the    kindness    that    he    held    within    him    would    eventually    strike    him    naive    to    the    cruel    happenings    in    the    kingdom.    he    had    been    told    that.    no    matter    what    anyone    had    said    about    this    not    being    his    fault    --    that    there    was    no    way    he    could    have    known    --    izaak    could    not    bring    himself    to    believe    this    to    be    true.    he    could    have    known    if    he    hadn’t    been    so    easy    to    trust    those    who    lurked    his    halls.    he    could’ve    known    if    he’d    been    a    bit    more    wary    about    what    went    in    &    out    of    his    castle.    he    could’ve    known    if    he’d    trusted    his    father’s    words    &    took    them    as    seriously    as    the    man    had    endlessly    pleaded    with    him    to.    but    he    hadn’t    --    he’d    allowed    himself    to    be    sweetened    by    lies    ,    to    be    turned    away    from    what    was    truthful    in    favor    of    what    was    fantasy    ,    &    for    what    ?        to    end    up    here    ,    a    fool    ?  

the    only    thing    that    resides    in    izaak    currently    is    a    hot    ,    fiery    anger        --    not    dissimilar    to    his    father’s    --    burning    bright    in    his    chest    as    he    paces    the    floor.    how    could    he    have    allowed    this    to    happen    ?    how    could    he    have    been    so    foolish    as    not    to    suspect    that    kadir    was    doing    those    cruel    ,    evil    things    under    his    own    roof    ?    in    his    own    home    of    all    places    --    in    the    very    same    palace    where    his    children    &    wife    slept    ?    it    was    all    his    fault    --    he    had    been    too    kind    ,    too    unsuspecting.    

estrella’s    words    do    not    ease    his    fury    or    quiet    his    frustrations    the    way    they    usually    do.    it    is    a    foreign    feeling    to    the    man    ,    but    he    is    positive    the    only    thing    that    will    bring    him    peace    is    to    see    that    man    dead.    he    needs    it    ,    needs    to    know    that    he    can    do    that    much    for    his    people    &    his    family    after    he    had    failed    them    like    this.    izaak    shakes    his    head    at    estrella.    for    once    ,    he    does    not    desire    her    assistance    ,    only    acceptance    of    what    he    will    demand    to    take    place.        

❛    i    do    not    wish    to    be    soothed    ,    estra.    this    is    my    fault    ,    &    as    the    king    i    will    take    responsibility    for    that    because    we    mustn’t    allow    ourselves    to    be    lied    to    anymore    --    even    by    ourselves.    i    should’ve    been    more    attentive    ,    &    i    have    failed    twelve    of    my    people    completely    by    not    being    so.    ❜        a    heavy    sigh    falls    from    his    lips    &    he    aches    to    yell    as    he    looks    on    at    estra    ,    though    not    necessarily    at    her.    she    is    there    ,    but    all    he    sees    &    all    he    feels    is    a    blind    rage.    he    cannot    help    himself    when    he    turns    to    his    desk    &    clears    it    of    its    contents    ,    swallowing    hard    as    he    sits    his    hands    flat    against    the    surface.    how    could    he    have    allowed    this    to    happen    ?    how    ?        ❛    i    want    him    dead.    i    want    to    see    him    hung    in    front    of    all    of    our    people    to    give    them    the    sense    of    justice    they    deserve    &    then    i    want    every    room    in    this    castle    to    be    searched    ,    including    our    own.    ❜    

[lustsfcrlife]

@winebleeds​ said  ❛ for sex on the table / counter / desk ❜   [  𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 : 002   /   𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽  ]

oh    god    ,    how    rarely    things    ever    seemed    to    work    his    way    without    some    sort    of    fight.    it    simply    never    came    to    this    without    an    ounce    of    protest    or    a    riddle    to    be    solved    or    a    mind    game    to    figure    out    before    he    was    here    ,    here    with    her    ,    in    a    state    of    pure    ecstasy        ,    his    body    tingling    in    the    most    delightful    manner    he’s    ever    felt    in    his    ever    natural    born    life.    

this    is    good    --    this    is    mind    -    numbing    ,    toe    -    curling    good    ,    the    sort    of    sex    he’d    fantasied    having    with    her    since    the    day    they’d    met.    it    is    the    sort    of    sex    that    makes    all    that    fight    worth    it.    he    can    admit    ,    he’s    not    certain    it’s    ever    been    quite    this    good    ,    though    ,    but    she’s    never    felt    this    much    his    ,    either.    she’s    never    been    this    open    &    vulnerable    &    submissive    ,    &    he’s    never    been    so    wine    drunk    in    his    life    ,    &    it    all    feels    so    damn    good    ,    he    can’t    help    but    let    an    audible    moan    depart    his    lips.    it    is    foreign    --    brand    new    --    but    it    feels    so    right    that    he    does    it    again    when    his    hands    reach    to    grip    her    at    her    hips.    he    rocks    his    into    hers    with    little    reservation    ,    enjoying    the    way    this    position    has    given    him    an    upper-hand.    it’s    just    them    now    ,    in    state    he    found    they    meshed    best    in    :    her    body    on    the    table    ,    laid    back    ,    a    beautiful    display    of    femininity    if    he’s    ever    seen    it    ,    &    his    ,    hovering    over    hers    ,    doing    its    best    to    find    a    rhythm    that    delights    them    both.    he    wants    in    indulge    this    ,    to    take    it    slow    ,    but    he    also    wants    to    go    quicker    ,    to    fill    her    deeper    &    watch    as    her    pretty    little    face    contorts    with    pleasure    &    paints    itself    with    a    blush.    god    ,    he    knew    she’d    be    worth    it.    he    knew    it    all    along    &    look    where    he    was    now.    

❛    the    things    i’d    give    to    have    you    like    this    all    the    time.    ❜        he    presses    an    open    mouthed    kiss    against    her    jaw    ,    unable    to    concrete    fully.    he’s    slipping    ,    he    feels    it.        ❛    tell    me    you    wanted    this    ,    liz    --    tell    me    you    thought    about    it    too.    ❜    

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[eugene-my-love]

Ewan McGregor as Catcher Block in DOWN WITH LOVE

[lustsfcrlife]

in honor of ewan mentioning catcher for the first time in like sixteen years tonight, i’m declaring this a catcher b.lock plotting call ! like this for all your ‘60s based plots !