madame min

girls just wanna have funds.

[madamne]

( from kinam ) ”I will never be unable to unsee this.”

signed, sealed and delivered to @ofanemone

A reasonably renown pseudo-news website had gone out of its way to make shocking comparisons between the new president elect Donald Trump and Harry Potter’s own Dolores Umbridge. Celine had never been a super fan of Harry Potter but the article truly held her hand in that sense, walking her through the nuances of each caricature and the depth of similarity between the characters. It was the epitome of the topical, quick-witted humour that she embraced. Halfway in she’d snorted and thereafter clamoured to share her joy with someone else, showing the screen to Kinam with a cheerful grin.

“Right? And these edits make everything so much worse,” she idly scrolled through the album of edits, browsing variations of Trump’s tan skin clashing against the garishly bright pink suits Umbridge was recognised for. Her newly manicured nails, efficient short french tips, made a delightfully crisp sound against the screen every time she scrolled. Tap, giggle, tap, tap, smile. It didn’t even occur to her that Kinam might be referencing something different; the article had her wide-eyed and hooked on the little square that was her mobile, oblivious to the assortment of goodies around her. 

[madamne]

rottedinsides:

❛ i don’t know jack shit about chess. ❜ other than what the pieces look like & the black & white board –– he’s ignorant. it’s not a surprising fact. he’s not knowledgable of much in the world. ❛ so you don’t actually fuck anyone? at all? ❜ mentally, he attempts to convert the money she mentioned into a the currency he knows best. math isn’t one of his strong points. he doesn’t get very far with this. after a few seconds, noah gives up & shrugs. 

The wide grin that spreads from ear to ear is indicative of gratitude for his honesty. It makes everything easier. She shakes her head twice. “No. No physical fucking. It’s all mind fucking.” During the rare times that she anticipated meeting her human ATMs face to face, it was in a shopping complex of some sort. The occasional man would beg to pay to do her chores, but she always declined. There was no room for sex, no feasible place for it. “Ask me more questions, I’ll answer.”

[madamne]

bcnnenuit:

( for @madamne. )

           “AH.” although asami meant to cry out for help, it came out as a frustrated groan. “i’m so tired. aren’t you tired? i’ve never been this tired– how many times have i said ‘tired’?” a frown quickly formed on her lips. “i’m surprised you haven’t shut me up yet. i never talk this much. and you’d think being this ti– EXHAUSTED, i’d talk less, hm?”

“Yes!” The consistent rambling, drifting through one ear and out of the other, had lulled Celine into a shallow slumber, only for her to jump suddenly at the unexpected groan. The first word out of her mouth is instant affirmation to a question she doesn’t registered as rhetorical. Once the sense of urgency and panic subsides, she turns to Asami with a fond but tired smile. If only she could massage the sleep away from her eyes and stick them on the hyper girl in front of her. “I could do with a strong coffee m’self.”

[madamne]

wutaewuno:

He should have gone into a shop he was more familiar with. He’d probably been in every aisle. “Excuse me, you know where I can find dog food around here?" 

“Dog food? Uh... Not in this store.” It would be useful if they stocked it though; the 24/7 quick-mart was only a stone’s throw away from her apartment (and she always seemed to run out of kibble at odd hours in the morning). Alas, experience told her he was barking up the wrong tree (pun intended), the store didn’t stock it. “Try Noksapyeong, the street, there’s a pet wholesale store just off there. It’s right by––” Mid-sentence, she pushes back her bangs with a small smile. Who was she kidding? It would be quicker to take him then to spend a good ten minutes explaining. “Hey, if you can wait for me to checkout my stuff, I can walk you there?”

[madamne]

rottedinsides:

( starter for: @madamne! ) ♡

❛ explain. ❜ tone is crisp while he gazes through tinted glass. ❛ explain this whole fin-domme thing to me. ❜

“It’s like a really long winded chess game.” That’s her rehearsed answer: the one sentence she relays time after time, when other inquisitive souls in the sex worker community question. Celine smiles sheepishly, propping her chin up with her palm. There are a lot of stories, a lot of answers, a lot of disclaimers and everyone wants to hear something different. “I do majority of it online. Once I had someone send me ₩30,000 every second, for 15 minutes straight.”

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Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Go to the Limits of Your Longing,” trans. Joanna Macy & Anita Barrows (via arabellesicardi)