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promptsareus-blog1

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

#letters home from europe. ( memes. )

no adaption of TGG has acknowledged Jay being a major fucking klutz

#broke and ugly. ( ooc. )#he's embarrassing himself 24/7 and I love that

this blog is so ugly and old I am so sorry I’m going to fix it eventually

#( mobile. )#broke and ugly. ( ooc. )

robertmitchum

CARY GRANT in THE AWFUL TRUTH dir. Leo McCarey

#mannerisms tag tbd.#such a gatsby move

There are so many better books in this world and yet, I reread TGG every month. 😔

#broke and ugly. ( ooc. )

winterswake

THE GREAT GATSBY (1974) dir. Jack Clayton

#man or god? ( visage. )#charming neighbor. ( nick. )#this fool can't understand linear time lmfao

manor-god

starter call.

Like this post for a small or medium sized starter. I may or may not DM you to plot.

#will get 2 these soon

manor-god

❝He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced–or seemed to face–the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.❞

#god I need to make a new promo

starter call.

Like this post for a small or medium sized starter. I may or may not DM you to plot.

#broke and ugly. ( ooc. )

myselfixion

#green light. ( aesthetic. )

horrorempathya

morning after starters.

‘ i made coffee. ’ ‘ come back to bed. ’ ‘ where are you off to? ’ ‘ that was amazing. ’ ‘ you were amazing. ’ ‘ don’t go. ’ ‘ i have to go to work. ’ ‘ call me later? ’ ‘ you were my first. ’ ‘ what do you want for breakfast? ’ ‘ i need to let the dog out. ’ ‘ i hope you aren’t busy… ’ ‘ babe? ’ ‘ i’m just going to the bathroom. ’ ‘ i’m not going anywhere. ’ ‘ so, how long are we going to stay in bed today? ’ ‘ are you okay? ’

#letters home from europe. ( memes. )

if any of my new followers want to send me memes, they’re here. 👀

#broke and ugly. ( ooc. )#hello #howdy

showroomofvisualart

Man Ray, The Hands of Marcel Duchamp, 1920

#green light. ( aesthetic. )

"Stay with me tonight?"

soft angst starters.

Silence had fallen between them. Not tense or unyielding, just silence born in the natural ebb and flow of conversation. Jay’s eyes had been fixed on the harbor once more and the rolling waves which crashed against the pylons on the beach. The wind had picked up. A bad night to be at sea. Not that he had to worry about the changing tides and whipping winds, he was a landlubber now. Old sailor’s habits die hard. He was just thinking about ankling back over to his own palace, the marble edifice totally immune to any storm the sound could throw at it.

Nick’s suggestion catches him off-guard. He’s not sure why but it always does. It’s been ten months since they met and perhaps six months since the beginning of their romance and he’s still awed that Nick enjoys his presence. He likes their stints of cohabitation. In his own oversized abode, the servants seemed to creep about like specters and spark paranoia inside him. Nick’s little bungalow creaked in a way that reminded him uncomfortably of his childhood in the west. Either place they stayed, it was each other’s company that made it home.

❝Sure, old sport, if you’d like me to.❞ He turns and smiles his million dollar smile, wrenched from his troubled thoughts of the gale and the ocean. ❝The butler will think I got lost in my own yard. It’s big enough for it, don’t you think?❞

#( ask. )#wxthin wxthout #getting back into the Gatsby vibe