i am what i am.

james goode, 31, NYT writer I'm still young, wasting my youth I'll grow up next summer I'm back on that girl I quit I should've lost her number

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emineav​.

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EMINE COULDN’T HELP BUT SMIRK. “Beautiful to look at but painful as hell to wear. You think heels are comfortable? The floss between our ass cheeks? I’d give anything for that piece of cloth.” The thing didn’t even look tight but what did she know. Looking at the discarded item, she flicked her eyes back at him and flashed him a grin. “Thankfully you can take it off. Then again, I guess most people won’t know if I slide off my thong either.” A girl could wish. Luckily for everyone else, she had more concerns with sitting anywhere with three barriers between herself and whatever surface in this town.

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" Jesus Christ ,   Emine--- “       cue a very bewildered James choking loudly on his drink ;      yellow liquor spills through the corners of his mouth and he proceeds to rapidly wipe it off mid-cough ,     trying to regain whatever composure there was left ,    if any .   Emine was already the kind of woman who left anyone speechless by walking into a room or asking to borrow a pen ,     let alone now she was hellbent on scolding him without censure  .  “  Please ---- a warning before you start talking about ...  ass cheeks and dental floss ,    next time...   ”    a familiar tingling burns red on the round apples of his cheeks .    “  Thanks ,   now my mind’s going to terrifying places  wondering how many of people I’ve met tonight are actually going commando ... ”     please God ,    let Mr.Jonnes be wearing three layers of clothing .

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anaismurad​.

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“I don’t think anyone would stop you,” Anaïs tells him. Whether she means the jewelry or suicide, it’s unclear. Still, the sentiment strikes true: “People love a show.” Especially those of this caliber; a bored elite with more money and time on their hands than they know what to do with. She’s light as she says it, but she always is. The only sign of judgement comes when her eyes lower to his tie, which now is no more. Charming.

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Swift fingers sooth the sore skin of his throat ,   and once he’s felt freed of the constraints of high society ,   James breaks a sheepish grin to himself ,   a quiet reassurance he doesn’t and will never belong among the wolves .   “ Oh, don’t I know it... ”     it’s half the reason why he managed to sneak into these circles to begin with,  isn’t it?  Years of observing the elite of New York City have led him to the conclusion wealth has a way of numbing you to the point of exhaustion .   These people have seen everything, tasted everything, done all they wanted to do --- and from there on ,   any form of excitement and sincerity is a welcome relief from the agony of routine.  

“ If anybody asks I’ll deny it--- but there might be some very questionable footage of a post-breakup ,   sixteen year old James singing ‘it’s raining man’ floating around the internet, and if nobody lifted a finger to stop that tragedy---there’s truly no hope for any of us.”

[tvandfilm]

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“ I’ll give your shoes back when you sit down to have coffee with me--- and don’t make me beg, if you think I’m above it, I’m not...  I have no pride since I asked Eve to be my prom date and dumped her ice cream on me...     God, middle schoolers are sadistic little twats. ”     It’s hard to tell with James what’s truth and what’s jest,   but considering his connotation and relationship history,    this seems more likely to fall on the ‘unfortunately truth as can be’ category .  

Picking up his pace ,   he hastily angles his body to gain advantage and leaps from behind her shadow to her side ,   outreaching n arm over the narrow space of her birding shoulders,    “  C’mon, birdie,   you’ve been unusually quiet lately...  what’s going on in that brain of yours, huh ? ”   /   @maureenkeaton​

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jakob-muller​.

“So you’re the guy.” Looking up from his laptop, Jakob glanced at the man sitting at the table next to his. “You’re the guy who had companies write risk of suffocation, chocking hazard or this is not a toy on things?” Leaning back into his chair, the young man raised an eyebrow, as he began to wonder who this man was. “You know, if you’re dying to wear those things, you could always try doing drag,” he commented, going back to his work. Reaching without looking for his coffee cup, the veterinary student then added. “Although if you can’t handle a tie, can you handle being a woman?”

“Y’know what, I’m feeling a lot of judgement here...   I save babies lives all around the world, y’know?   I, for one... think that’s very honoerable. ”   Why swim against the tide if you can casually sway it to stream your way? He’ll save the story of how he actually ate three coins as a child to prove a point for later.     “You think I’m pretty enough for it? I don’t know... just watching them blend their eyeshadow makes me tired.”   James swishes the warm drink in his mug back  &   forth before taking a small sip ,    looking pensively off into the ugly wallpaper coving this place up.  He could absolutely   not   handle being a woman  ---the idea of putting on heels, alone, made him want to lay down. To think some of them could   run in them   was absolutely ludicrous .

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burningxloves​.

“Look, if you cant tie a tie just say that and move on.” Ophelia said without glancing up from her computer screen. Feeling the silence, the woman looked up with a small smirk. “You could always just do a clip on, then you dont have to deal with the actual choking you out part. I mean unless you like that shit. I don’t judge.”

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“ Chocking hazard. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it, ”    he’s got a sneaky grin stretching ear-to-ear, completely aware of how much of a bullshit excuse that actually was.  No matter--- if politics taught him anything was that if you press a key enough times, people will start to believe it.  “ ---That’d just admitting defeat, then...    but you know...  you could always tie it for me. Unless you’re into choking, then--- I will need a warning first.  ”

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“How is any of it   fair?    Women get all the pretty necklaces and earrings, gorgeous high heels... And what do we get? A boring piece of cloth to hang ourselves with,”    James loosens the black-tie around his throat ,   face scrunched into a scowl of frustration as he attempts --- and succeeds, after some struggling --- to rip it off his attire as if it’d been some evil thing latched onto his skin ,   trying to purposefully assassinate him.     “This thing is a choking hazard,  I refuse to feed into this toxic industry anymore ...   ”

[clarkgriffon]

ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - [3/5] Baking or Cooking Scenes ↳ “Since when do you cook?”