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Yo

Hey friends, I know it’s been a while, but, go follow me at the new one. 

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[oldestwounds]

I think I’m done on here. Because I think I’m totally done. Things were supposed to get better and nothing has. If anything, things just feel worse. It’s just not worth it anymore. I know the sort of pain I feel when I don’t know what happened to someone I write with, and I don’t want to do that to anyone, so at least you guys will know, although I’m not sure anyone actually cares, which is fine. 

Bye guys.

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writingshae​:

Del needed to mind her tongue more often. It always got her in trouble, and especially given the stakes and the fact that her dance career was barely hanging on by a thread, she couldn’t afford to piss off anyone in the industry. She was genuinely sorry, but she doubted that it made a difference. There was something about the way he was looking at her. It was almost as if he was studying her. She was used to being stared at but this was something else all together and she wasn’t sure how to feel about his gaze.

She crunched the numbers and shook her head. “Probably not for a few months at least. And who knows if there will be any open calls by then. I might as well turn in my pointe shoes at this rate. But I’m a glutton for punishment it would seem since I keep turning out despite the rejections,” she said. “Oh… I’m sorry. You probably have much more important things to do than watch me look incredibly pathetic.”

Prince shouldn’t have been so curious, in fact, it shouldn’t have mattered to him at all, yet he couldn’t help the way he was drawn to her, and especially her looks, and that cute little pixie nose. The Brit kept his light hues on her for a moment as she clearly worked his question out in her head. 

He listened as she spoke and nodded slightly, his tongue clicking in his cheek for a second before a small chuckle left him. “No, you’re fine. I asked.” he allowed her, this time offering a bit of a smile as he uncrossed his arms and let his hands find the pockets of his suit slacks. “How would you feel about a sponsor?” He hadn’t necessarily meant to spring it on her so suddenly but it had been the question he’d been trying to get to, well with particulars attached, but still.

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long-gone-dream​:

The closeness, it was heart stopping. Big blue eyes stared up at him, and her mouth opened to let out something but he didn’t hear it. He heard all the I love you’s and all the times she had told him how much she meant to him. How could that go away because he went away? The hurt he caused was deeper than just deep, it cut into her like barbed wire. It buried itself into her and couldn’t leave, ruining every thought of him. Freddy nodded his head, though he didn’t know what he was agreeing to. He only wanted every question to be answered with yes, and for everything to make more sense than it did. He moved inward, setting his beer on the top of the table just behind her. What restraint he thought he had was thinning, and with it so was the space between them. Frederick didn’t open his mouth to speak, and he didn’t drive his fingers around her waist like he wanted to either. Instead he leaned in and whispered to Callie, close enough for the first time it caused him to stumble across the words. “Ladies first…”

Freddy stepped back from her, his hands wrapping firmly around the cue he had picked out. He didn’t want to be that guy that made things harder, but he didn’t want to let go of Callie yet. He didn’t want her to push him away, but knew that if he didn’t control himself she would. She didn’t need him, she had survived long enough without him just fine. Maybe Callie had even seen other people, washed away his memory for small portions of time with the tenderness of another. He’d been close on deployment, drunk and in his sorrows, but saying Callie’s name while undressing had ruined that opportunity. He was a damn good shot, but a horrible excuse for a man with no ties. She would always be his tie, the one person that could keep him from everyone. Even if they were never going to be together again, how could he drop all of that baggage and find somebody new? He wasn’t himself if he wasn’t with Cal. There he stood in front of her as a mostly broken man, with wounds healed on his skin but they’d never heal inside.

Callie hadn’t been expecting him to lean in like that, especially not that close, not with his lips practically on her ear like it had been so many times before, in these, and more intimate circumstances. “Uh,” she paused, hating how he’d nodded and agreed to breaking and then suddenly had put it on her. She’d meant to put the responsibility on him intentionally so she could have a moment to breathe. But she supposed she could take the same moment when it was his turn. Inhaling slowly the blonde nodded, grateful that he stepped back away from her on his own accord and that she didn’t have to lean forward and be even further in his space. She honestly wasn’t sure if it was something she could handle. 

“Okay..” she offered, turning and closing her eyes for a moment, again, grateful for the space she could feel against her back that he no longer occupied. If he kept some distance, it might be possible for her to get through the night thinking clearly. Then again, that was already proving extremely difficult. The blonde tucked a short lock behind her ear and let out her breath slowly through pursed lips, blue hues focusing on the triangle of balls in front of her instead of the large man just off to her side. She took the shot and was somewhat surprised when a scattering of 3 or 4 balls went in. She should’ve been rustier, and far more nervous with Frederick present, yet the serious concentration she’d put into it paid off, and she was glad to have another moment to pretend to be studying the table. “So, I’ve got solids.” she announced, forcing her eyes to stay on the table instead of finding the darker blue hue of his own. The next shot she wanted was going to force her to walk around the table to where he was standing and for a brief second she hesitated before moving like she owned the table in the way she would have when they’d played each other so many years prior. “Scuse me...” she offered, blue doe eyes meeting his for the quickest second. 

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In the meantime, watch as I do replies for once in 3 months.

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I’m getting drunk and high cause I got my plans canceled so like, like this for a starter and I’ll come ask you if you want a boy or a girl. 

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mctionsick​:

“I can’t believe this is what I invited you over here for– to smoke all my weed and tell me to grow a pair,” Nico teases.  Truthfully there was nobody else he’d rather end his night with.  His best friend was always there when he needed her.  Almost dramatically he tosses his phone to the side, needing to pull his eyes away from the object of his affection’s Instagram page.  “I’m taking my time here.  Her and that dude just broke up and I don’t wanna be some rebound.  I wanna be her next boyfriend.” He declares confidently.  

Mari couldn’t help the laugh that left her at his assessment of her arrival. “You invited me over because you love me, the other stuff is just a consequence of that.” she joked back with a smirk, watching as tossed his phone away from him. The bottle-dyed dirty blonde didn’t hesitate to walk over to the chair and pick it up, eyeing over the girl’s instagram that he’d clearly been stalking. Sitting down Mari leaned forward to hand Nico his joint back, eyes staying on the phone, before she reclined comfortably. “Just because they just broke up doesn’t mean she hasn’t been emotionally cheating on that dude with you for months.” Marielle explained, standing to head to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge. “You might as well just go all in.”

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blushdrunks​:

                           Cecily looked up at her boyfriend and hums when he moves closer to wrap his arm around her.“Hmmm, I’ll take that. I wouldn’t trust him, either, if I were you. If he had tried anything, I would’ve kicked him in the balls, baby. Then he’d be out of commission with everyone for awhile.” She wiggled her eyebrows and tilts her head to the side. “I think I was hilarious,” she murmured and grins as he pulls her flush against his frame. “I did ask very nicely. I can even do more, if you want me to. I’m finished setting up, so we could go back to my hotel room…” Cecily gives him a playful, dramatic wink before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you, you big idiot. I would never trade you in for your brother. That would be suuuuuch a stupid move on my part.”

Jackson chuckled softly as the image of Cece kicking his brother in the nuts filled his head. He could imagine the look on Jake’s face already. “Good to know.” he teased, a smirk resting on his lips as she continued speaking, and he couldn’t help the way his dick twitched in his pants at the prospect she was insinuating. An easier smile found the brunette’s lips at her words of reassurance and he nodded against her lips before bringing his lips back to hers once she was finished talking. “I could definitely go for more in your hotel room.” He agreed eagerly, his head nodding.

[inkskinned]

he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear off. i was always vulnerable. i woke him up with kisses, he woke me up with hickies. for a long time, i thought they were the same thing.

i asked him once while we both got high why it was that i could write novels about him until the words got tired of being anagrams of his name - but at the same time he would never reciprocate. he blew a smoke ring and broke it with his finger. “dunno,” he said. we would fuck again later.

i found him once sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when i was young. “god,” he said, “i really fucked you up.”

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open: females muse: brock

“Whoa princess, take it easy.” he said, pulling his hand from the girl and shoving it into his pocket as a smirk found his lips. He shook his head slightly as a scoff fell from his lips. “I’m yer drug dealer sweetie, not your boyfriend.” he clarified, pulling a hand from his pocket to grab the joint that rested on his ear and bringing it to his lips. “Just cause we’ve fucked around doesn’t mean I’m ever gonna be more than just yer dealer.”

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tenderstars​:

First day on the job and Parker had no idea what on earth he was doing. All he knew was that there was a paycheck at the end of the week that would buy him a bus ticket far away from this place. After getting his black amex cancelled, he needed to make his way back to the city. If that meant standing outside freezing his ass off for a couple of hours as he pressed a button and looked over people? Well, there wasn’t much science to it, he could do it. At least that’s what he thought. Despite the freezing cold, he was gazing off before he hears yelling from someone in a ski lift. “What do you mean? Jump off!” Parker said eyes widening as he looked at the girl who was approaching the descent. It wasn’t a big deal, but if she didn’t get off then everyone behind her would start falling. It was the domino effect. He hadn’t seen it happened on the job, but he had gone snowboarding enough to know what was going to happen. “Jump!” he said, freaking out a bit not realizing that he was the one in control as he hit the red button pushing the chair lifts to a halt. “Are you crazy?” Parker yelled as he made his way over. 

The petite blonde instantly regretted agreeing to try this insane sport in the first place. “Jump off!” Was he the one who was crazy? She couldn’t just jump. Ella felt the chair jerk to a stop, and her hand instantly reached up to grab the support beside her as her body shifted, but her hand didn’t quite wrap fully around and she slipped forward, her skiis hitting the snow and propelling her forward a small amount until she was stopped by the strong chest of the man who had stopped the lift in the first place. “Oof.” the sound left her lips, her eyes closing for a brief moment before her eyelids rose, and green hues found his bright blues. She wasn’t sure why the second thing she did was tilt her eyes down to his full lips, but the second she realized she had, her eyes were moving back up and her hands were bracing his chest pushing herself slightly back from him. “Uh, thank you.”

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mctionsick​:

Damien tried not to insert himself into Brooke’s business more than he needed to.  After the incident with her boss, it opened up the lines of communication further for them. Damien truly felt out of everybody he’s come across nobody got as close to understanding him as Brooke did.  He actually quite liked following her to parties too.  Sure, they were a little more tame than those he used to attend in the underworld, but by human standards?  They were a good time.  

These parties were usually just full of people looking for a good time but every so often there were those looking for trouble.  Damien could spot them from a mile away.  Their energy was much darker than the others and when he saw Brooke dancing with a man whose energy made even his stomach twist he needed to act fast.  “I don’t have a problem.  Not yet,” he says eying the other man from across the room.  He probably just thought Damien was some jealous ex boyfriend or something and for the time being he was okay with letting him think that. 

“That’s not a good guy.  He has dark energy.  Something I know a thing or two about.”

Her brows furrowed slightly at his response. Typically, her reaction wouldn’t have been so intense, but she was a few drinks deep, and admittedly had been one more smooth comment on the part of the male she’d been dancing on, from leaving with him, so having that interrupted hadn’t been the most convenient for her. Then again, Damien had never had anything but her best interest in mind. Brooke’s face twisted slightly, those perfectly plucked brows rising. 

“Of course you’d know all about that.” she started, dark brown hues eyeing him over for a moment before the slightest smirk found her lips. “Does he actually have shitty energy, or are you just jealous of me dancing with someone else?” The alcohol flowing through her was probably the main reason she posed the question. Sure, the two of them danced together often when Brooke went out, he was for her, a safe, attractive choice that kept grabby annoying dudes away from her, so she couldn’t help but be curious that maybe he was just annoyed at his usual spot against her being replaced by someone else. 

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It’s Spring

I’m trying to heal, I’m trying to “bloom” metaphorically, and I want to get back into something I enjoy, so holy shit, here I am. Get ready for a theme update and a flood of starters that are open to anyone and everyone. 

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starter for @long-gone-dream​ ft Allie & Milo

Allison often brought her father and many of the other staff at his station treats. She’d seen first hand how certain cases could wear on them and cause them to forget to eat, let alone even think about eating. She’d been taking care of her dad in subtle ways for a while and this was just another one of those times. The plate of saran wrap covered cookies was in her hand as she turned the corner from the parking lot to head in through the large double doors of the front of the station house. The smell of cigarette smoke hit her instantly, and her nose scrunched as she saw the man leaning against the side of the old brick building as the cause. “You’re not supposed to smoke out here I don’t think...” she mentioned, gesturing to the cigarette resting between his lips with her chin. 

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open: m - king’s top knight, king’s advisor, king’s trusted friend, king’s right hand, etc. muse: allie based: my muse was recently married off to the King and he’s been trying to get her pregnant with his heit. But there’s been no luck and time is ticking. She is afraid if she doesn’t give him an heit soon that he will replace her as easily as he got her. In desperation, my muse asks yours for their help. 

Allison had spent the last thirty minutes in her private washroom trying to quietly rehearse what she would say to him once they were face to face, but nothing seemed right. What exactly was right about this situation though? After managing to somehow grasp enough courage she descended from her and the King’s chambers to the other man’s sleeping quarters. She carried a candle, one hand cupped to keep the flame lit as her feet padded down the empty walkway. Knocking gently on the other man’s door, worrying her lower lip, shifting her weight from side to side as she waited for the door to open. “Uh, hello..” she greeted, all her preparation leaving her once she saw their face. “I know it’s late but, may I come in?” She asked, moving to take a couple steps inside. 

“Obviously you know the King has expected an heir by now…” she started, moving to set the candle down on the mantle of the fireplace before turning to face him. God, this was probably the most embarrassing and demeaning thing she’d ever faced, but he was closer to her age and had always been kind to her. And it wasn’t like there was anyone else available she could ask. “Well, his efforts haven’t exactly been taking and,” she swallowed, running a hand through her long dark locks that she was only ever allowed to wear down at night. “And I’m afraid if they don’t soon he’s going to…dispose of me.”

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stcrnights​:

“ if i had anyone else to ask, i would be there, “ if the blonde was being completely honest, she didn’t know if she would go to someone else if there were options besides him. shaking her head at the joint, diamond crossed her arms over her chest, “ i am well aware. anything you want, i’ll do, “ it hurt to get the words out but it also sent a thrill up her spine, “ because i stupidly told my boss that i had a date to this charity ball she is hosting because she was talking about setting me up on a blind date, “ 

CT chuckled softly under his breath at her answer.  Of course he was her only, meaning last resort. It made sense, considering no one would go as far as to say Ches was boyfriend material. His brows rose playfully, his teeth darting out to clamp his plump lower lip for a moment. This time another fuller laugh fell from the man’s lips. “A blind date sounded that horrid?” he teased, his accent thick as usual. “Aight, fine.” He paused for a second, the event clicking in his head. “Wait, ball? Yer gonna make me wear a bloody suit, ain’t ya?”

[becauseyouareunforgiventoo]

The Little Drummer Girl (2018 — )