Perplexity

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[ofperplexity]

itsyouxxatme‌:

Kylar knew he was being cruel, but this was for the best. The other knew very little about himself, his past, his childhood and everything that happened that made him into the person he was now. “I can and I did,” he responded lowly, still not looking at the other, “So if you don’t mind, I have to finish up this book for school.” He cleared his throat when the other still hadn’t left and sighed, “What do you want me to say? Hm? It didn’t mean anything to me.” He was lying, of course, but couldn’t let him know that he’d been aching to sleep with him since they met. But he couldn’t take it back now, even if he wanted it to happen again. “There’s nothing to talk about. It’s over and done.”

Lucas could feel himself hit a wall. His throat was bobbing with a lump, and the corners of his eyes were stinging ridiculously. He let his eyes look over Kylar’s features, looking for any form of expression that might help him call Kylar’s bluff. “Tell me why you did it at all.” He adds, sniffling softly and swallowing hard. “If it meant so little to you, that you don’t want to even talk  to me, then why sleep with me at all?” Lucas sounded almost like he was pleading with the other. Begging him to let him in just this little bit. “Was it just the sex that meant nothing to you, or do I mean nothing to you too?”

[cheapxseats]

{ open to m/f/nb }

      Here was the thing about Marin McCoy: she really, really liked stuff. And she really, really hated sharing. It was an unfortunate side effect of her upbringing, spoiled by a family who believed love could be bought, that gifts were the greatest sign of affection. She liked to be loved. She hadn’t ever found someone to love. Before now, at least.

      “It’s yours if you want it,” she said. Ever so confident and sure of herself, Marin was surprised when her voice came out soft, shaky, a little shy. “Anything you want. This, that….” She gestured absently to the various things scattered around her room: the expensive watch forgotten on her vanity, the big screen tv hung on the wall. Then, tentatively, gesturing to herself: “…. Me.”

[ofperplexity]

Dark eyes scanned over Marin’s body for a moment, as if examining her. Truthfully, Hartley’s upbringing was the exact opposite of the female’s. With one parent gone, and the other with one foot out the door, it was rare that he’d be handed anything. Rare that he didn’t have to take the things he needed, let alone the things he wanted. Marin was a total culture shock to him, yet still... she intrigued him.

With a lick of his lips, he offered a sly smile. He could play this game, surely he could. Then, with a curt nod, he took a slow stroll throughout the girl’s room. It was true, the expensive things in there were items Hartley could only ever dream of being in the presence of. Ones that could earn him a pretty penny in the pawn shop around the block from his apartment. Yet still, his brain kept dancing back to Marin. Kept drifting back to her soft brown curls, and soft features. Yet still, he stops in front of her vanity, takes the watch into his hands, and lifts it to examine it. “This all seems to have a lot of value, M.” He quips, before sending a look to her over his shoulder. “What do you get out of just giving it away?”

[itsyouxxatme]

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“We slept together once,” Kylar muttered with a roll of his eyes, “Hardly means anything to me.” In truth, Kylar knew he had feelings for the other, but it didn’t matter, they’d leave eventually. They always did. He sighed and looked away from them, back to his studies before him. “You don’t know me at all,” he lied, knowing the friendship had been good up until he’d made the mistake of sleeping with them. “Just go.”

[ofperplexity]

The blonde could feel his eyes start to sting. But he absolutely refused to cry. Crying would be admitting there was an issue, and there absolutely wasn’t an issue here. Just simply a misunderstanding, and too many strings left not taken into account. Yet still, Lucas was stubborn. It was his best and worst quality. So, when he thought something, or felt something, it was rare for him to let it go. “You can’t just say that!” He blurts, his eyes blinking rapidly and his body sliding into the seat across from Kylar’s. “You can’t just brush me aside like that. Not after what happened between us. Please, Ky. You and I both know there was more there than just sex. Just... talk to me about it? Please? Give me that much?”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,”

[ofperplexity]

( Open to: male, female, non-binary. Possible connections: exes, partners, friends, family, etc.)

Standing with a duffle bag in his right hand, and his left hand clutching onto one of his backpack straps, Lucas looked over the person standing in front of him. He had just knocked on the door of the person’s home, the time on his watch definitely told him that it was too late or early for him to be doing so. Yet, there he was, green eyes sparkling with the remanent of tears. Letting them drift to lock with the eyes of the person standing in the doorway, his voice shakes as he speaks up with, “I can explain. I promise, I can. Just—can I come in?”

[noramachwitz]

[dvoyd]

there is a deep suffering in your bones, a clawing ache in your chest. it’s a kind of un-becoming— like heartstrings unthreading themselves, like a faded whisper that never makes it past your trembling lips. and you can’t help but feel that there is something strangely familiar in the art of disappearing.

you’re a natural | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[tim-lucy]

I expected you to side with me. Why? Because you’re my boyfriend?

[mydaisysoul]

[ofperplexity]

( Open to: male, female, non-binary. Possible connections: exes, partners, friends, family, etc.)

“That’s it then?” Lucas asks, his green eyes wide in a way that displayed his emotions across his features for the other person to see. There was an anxious feeling bubbling inside of him, like he was running out of ways to salvage the situation. “We’re not going to talk about this? Not even a little bit? Don’t act like this isn’t something we can fix! Because it is! Just... talk to me. Unless... you don’t want to fix it?”

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[marcitlali]

imagine being the first amish bitch in your village to like get your body done like ass shots titties done and like beat face contoured… and then you walked into like the saloon or whatever amish people have and everyone dropped their irish fiddles and was shookedt? like everyone churning butter was just in shock and you walked across the artisanal wood floors in your wantmylook.com thigh high lace up heeled boots like your life depended on it… yes god

[istillfuckwithdemilovato-deacti]

my mans jedediah looks away in humility but you KNOW he’s churnin butter that night……milkin a different cow…..

[blkreginageorge-deactivated2017]

Why y'all doing this when you know the Amish are not here to defend themselves.

[thank-you-everyone-deactivated2]

the Amish can definitely defend themselves they got rakes

[benepla-deactivated20180521]

this is the best post on this website why do we all keep trying

[ofperplexity]

radiosilcnced‌:

                     shit. she regretted the words even as they were leaving her mouth. she hadn’t said it to provoke a reaction or in an attempt to make him jealous. it just…seemed like something he should know. if the situation were reversed, she would want to know. she wouldn’t necessarily be happy about it but she would want to know. “is that…i mean, we’ve only been on a few dates.” she wasn’t sure which direction to take; should she apologise? “i just thought you should know…”

He wasn’t sure why that information bothered him. After all, they were nothing more than fuck buddies. Than two people who slept together when he didn’t want to face the emptiness of his own bed. He swore to himself he wouldn’t catch feelings for the girl, and up until this moment he was positive he hadn’t. But for some reason his chest seemed to hurt like someone had drove a dagger right through his heart—and he hated it. He hated that kind of vulnerability. “No, that makes sense. And is very... polite of you?” God, what was he saying. What does someone say to something like this? Clearing his throat, Easton swings his legs over the edge of the bed now; putting his back to her. “Do they know—about this, I mean. About you and I?”

[feel-the-pressure]

“Listen I know you’re mad at me..” she’d been looking at the floor in shame but.. she looked up, desperately. “You can be mad at me all night– all week.. heck months and years if you want to but.. I can’t go home and I don’t know what to do.. there’s nobody else I can go to..” Tears were starting to well up in her eyes. “I’m scared.”

[ofperplexity]

Truthfully, the last person he expected or wanted to see standing on the other side of his apartment door was Rosie. Not after the argument the two of them had, and especially not after the words they exchanged back and forth. But one of Austin’s biggest downfalls was that he couldn’t turn away someone he cared about, not when they were so clearly in need of some help. That didn’t mean he didn’t hesitate for a second, because he did. He looked at her with wide green eyes, the surprise written all over his features. After taking a moment to completely evaluate the state the girl seemed to be in, Austin sighed, nodded, then stepped aside to give her space to enter. “Alright. Come on.” he says, motioning with his head for her to get inside. “But one condition, you need to tell me what happened.”

[ofperplexity]

( Open to: male, female, non-binary. Possible connections: friends with benefits, exes, etc.)

Just like that, the smile was slipping off of Easton’s face and the light seemed to fade from his eyes. “What do you mean you’re seeing someone?” he asks, tone dumbfounded by the information that he just heard. His body shot up from the bed and his head turned to look down at the person lying beside him. Clearly, he had misread the situation.

[ofperplexity]

drkartstm‌:

    ❛  You’re sorry  NOW,  when  you  got  caught  -  not  when  you  did  it  !  ❜  George  could  sense  Austin’s  aggravation,  and  it  only  infuriated  him  more.  How  could  he  get  upset  when  he  was  in  the  wrong  ?  It  made  no  sense  to  Geo;  Arms  crossed  his  broad  chest,  ❛  That  doesn’t  matter,  it  doesn’t  matter  if  she  did  mean  something  or  NOT.  You  still  cheated  !  A  stupid  mistake  ?  That  ISN’T  a  mistake  !  You  know,  all  I  hear  is  bullshit  excuses  coming  out  of  your  fucking  mouth  -  I’m  tired  of  it.  ❜  Tears  swelling  in  both  eyes,  voice  breaking  near  the  end.

“Yes, because I never intended for you to find out! I was sorry in the moment too, but I’m more sorry now that I—” Austin was gearing up to defend himself when he took notice of the tears pooling in George’s eyes. The sight alone was enough to make the rest of Austin’s statement get caught in his throat, and render him nearly speechless. Seeing George get upset, actually seeing the pain that he managed to cause, made the situation all too real to the smaller boy. “Georgie, no... no, don’t cry. Not over me, not over this, it’s not worth it.” his tone of voice immediately shifted to one that was softer, one he was hoping would be more comforting. He also found himself taking a step towards George, hands halfway out in front of him as if he were reaching for the taller blond. Like he was ready to leap forward and comfort him; though part of him knew that after what he did he had no liberty to do so.

[ofperplexity]

( Open to: male, female, non-binary. Possible connections: friends with benefits, in a relationship, exes, etc.)

“Look, I’m sorry okay!” Austin finally popped with aggravation. Truthfully, he had no right to be aggravated, he was the one in the wrong here. He let himself get weak in a moment that it was most important that he didn’t, and it resulted in hurting one of the people he loved most in the world. But the two of of them had been sat there long enough, trying to just talk out their differences, and it wasn’t getting them anywhere. “She didn’t mean anything to me, though. She didn’t. It was a stupid mistake, late one night, that came from misplaced emotions and too many wine coolers. So please—please don’t hold it against me. Please.”