how i make you my toy toy toy

i got your name hanging from my chain, don’t you wanna claim my body like a vandal? you got the cure underneath your shirt, don’t you wanna save this dirty little damsel? got my mink coat falling on the motel floor, you’re on the bed wolf whistling louder, louder. your lips smudging all my make up, kicking both my heels off. come and pin me down.

[pearlscam]

sms to pearl.

HADLEY: hello it's me, the personification of the butterfly snapchat filter

HADLEY: i get out at 9 and we should find a halloween party to crash!!! oh it would be so fun!! and then i wouldn't have put this costume make up on for nothing 😁

PEARL: [ READ: 31/10/2016 at 8:06 PM ]

[pearlscam]

matthewsblair:

Blair has no idea how this topic has come up, or why the other has found it necessary to ask the question in the first place. “What?” she blurts out, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The first answer that comes to mind, and what she tells the other, is, “Well I’m kind of a virgin, and asexual at that, so I’d have to say no?” But then another answer, or rather a dark memory, pops up - one of an alley in Los Angeles, not too far from her childhood home, and a guy with nothing but bad intentions. Of course she pushes this back until the only thing that remains on her face is boredom. 

❝ why the bloody fuck is everyone around here a virgin ? ❞ it’s blurted out similarly to the girl’s words, and although she’s a snappy person in general, this is born more from her own frustrations than that of those around her. it takes her a moment, but then she’s doing something she never does. apologising.  ❝ fuck, sorry. ❞ she wouldn’t be if it weren’t for the girl’s sexuality. that’s one thing pearl will always respect. she, personally, can’t imagine a life without sex -- though maybe, considering the current circumstances, it’d be a far more peaceful one.

[pearlscam]

smoothindecision:

     this might go down in the books as one of the oddest questions that she’d ever been asked in her lifetime; and there have been some odd ones. addison purses her lips in thought, her fingertips tapping against her thigh. in all her life she hasn’t ever had many sexual interactions to begin with, so it doesn’t take that long to card through. one time in particular sticks out in her head, because she did indeed cry afterwards. “yeah once.” though it wasn’t at all because the sex was terrible, and had everything to do with the fact that she’d slept with someone who wasn’t her significant other. “just the once though.”

❝ oh-- ❞ what had she been hoping for out of this interaction ? some sort of relief in knowing she isn’t alone ? that really isn’t her thing. she doesn’t usually mind being alone in just about anything. she’s been alone a lot lately, though. perhaps a bit too much for any one person to handle, particularly one with her... state of mental health. the relief isn’t coming, however. the knowledge is just sitting in her chest, refusing to sink in because why does it matter what someone else has or hasn’t done ? she still did it, and it’s still haunting her.  ❝ was there a reason ? ❞ she isn’t sure who she’s asking that question to. 

[pearlscam]

morganbright:

morgan knows instantly that she probably deserved the  returned snappy tone. she usually does. usually, a  question such as pearl’s first one, would go  unanswered. not necessarily ignored, but most of the time morgan deems it best not to bother defending herself at risk of digging herself an even bigger hole, but apparently she’s opted for discarding that rule today. “’s just a bit of a weird question,” a pause. “if there’s not something on your mind…?” it’s a  statement, not a question, but perhaps someone should inform morgan’s tone of voice of that. 

❝ it was just a bloody question. forget i even said anything, ❞ pearl is notoriously passive aggressive, yes -- in fact, she’s notoriously aggressive in general. it isn’t like her, however, to ever tell anyone to forget the words she’s spoken. each one is far too valuable, something the person should feel honoured to have heard, let alone have been addressed directly with. apparently they’re both bending their own rules today, and pearl is perfectly fine with that.

[pearlscam]

maxwoll:

the question acts as a wave crashing over max, overwhelming him and drowning him in utter shock. he was not expecting such an abrupt change of subject, nor is he sure how to answer her. it feels as if there’s a wrong answer despite that not being the case. a couple of seconds tick past before max is clearing his throat, attempting to recollect himself and focus on the words that are jumbling in his head. “do you mean… as in cried after sex because… it was just so good or because it was like, horrendous?”

pearl isn’t sure how she got to this point in her life. her confidence has only ever wavered once before in her life, and it was at the hands of someone she’d trusted so implicitly that she’d given them the power to ruin her. if she’d had trust issues before, commitment issues, then they paled in comparison to the state with which she was left. perhaps that’s why this has shaken her to her core ; perhaps it’s the entire reason for why she cried at all.  ❝ either, i suppose. though i meant more... from the intensity of it ? emotionally, ❞ if he’d thought she was talking about herself ( she is ), then he likely doesn’t now. pearl isn’t known for her emotions, nor wearing them openly on her sleeve.

[pearlscam]

☽*˚⊹. | text. pearl

NOVA: do you ever feel so tired you actually feel your eyes about to fall out of your sockets and roll down the floor

PEARL: yes, and it isn't a very attractive look on anyone.

PEARL: i've found wine helps.

[gayscifi]

@troyesivan: Texting @halsey like ‘’G morn princess of alt pop’’ @halsey: texting @troyesivan like ‘’Good morning actual humanization of the angel snapchat filter.’’

[moldiegoldies]

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swamfree:

it’s nearly five am. for emma, forever ago sits snug in his dingy little record player, where it has sat all evening, only disturbed by the movement of a needle carefully redirected back to the beginning. sleep is an elusive creature on days like this. nights like this. his exhaustion holds steady, incurable by sleep alone. it leaves him reminiscent for slightly younger days, when his exhaustion was no less heady but merely bone deep. restlessness is what eventually moves him to the walk the streets ; causes him to  wander under the still twinkling lights as autumn slow fades twilight into dawn. if he tries hard enough he can still hear the croon of skinny love spilling out the cracks in his windows, following him like a movie score. it feels like years before he reaches the pier. years more before he wanders past it in favour of sinking into the cool sand, safely out of reach from the changing tide. it is not so much for himself nor anyone else but maybe the universe itself when he sighs toward the water, “it always comes to this, doesn’t it?”

how many hours she’s been awake for goes unknown, even by her. she lost count somewhere between the stars bleeding into the horizon and the moon being swallowed behind the clouds. she isn’t aware how many hours have passed with her upon this beach, though there’s a chill inside of her, an ache in her bones that says it’s been a while. arms are wrapped firm around her abdomen, drawing together more of the material she’s lacking in her clothing choice; she hadn’t meant to be out here all night, she hadn’t consciously decided to wait for herself to sink into the damp sand. he barely makes a sound as he approaches, and she doubts she would have noticed him at all if it weren’t for the words he allows to escape, floating toward her on the too-cold breeze. what happened to autumn this year ? where did it go ? she can’t remember bidding goodbye to summer. ❝ does it? ❞

[pearlscam]

hadlcy:

hadley misses her. it’s the only thing that seems to matter right now, there at the forefront of his mind. he hasn’t seen pearl in weeks, not really since he’s started school again and finished off in the play, and it’s not at all a good thing when it enters his mind and he realizes how neglectful he’s been towards their relationship. he knows pearl processes things differently than he does, and that she might not feel the same as him even a little, even at all, but he figures in some form even she must be feeling the distance. if nothing else, she likes having his attention, and there’s no denying the fact he’s good for her ego when he comes around like this. upon her opening the door, his neutral expression shifts into one with a smile, cheek dimpling and his arms opening a bit. of course, the latter action goes either unnoticed or ignored, and he’s tripping over his feet a little in his haste to follow behind her, watching as she folds herself onto the sofa with her glass. the offer takes him aback, and hazel eyes flit to the two bottles with a touch of uncertainty. it takes him a moment to respond.

“oh, um – yeah, sure. shall i just…?” he trails off, waiting for just a second before he jerks into action and flits into her kitchen to find a glass. he normally isn’t that big of a fan of wine, but a little alcohol to get him warm is certainly not going to hurt tonight. when he returns, he doesn’t waste any time in settling down next to her on the cushions, unafraid of physical contact, and certainly not shy about it either. he’s seen too much of her to worry about that. “how’re you?”

something has changed for her. she can't quite put a name to it, or how or why it's fallen this way. since starting back at school, her days have been filled with far more people than they had been before, and yet... there's a pang of something in her chest, a warning to not continue that train of thought. she won't admit it, not even to herself. how weak it would be for her to feel lonely of all things. the truth is, she doesn't fit in at school. she's never fit in anywhere, and she carries herself with the air of the bad kid, the one everyone is in awe of, and perhaps they are. but the bad kid, the trouble maker, isn't the one people want to talk to at lunch. she isn't the one they want to partner with in class. she's invited to all the parties sure enough, and she's had her fair share of people trying to get into her pants, and usually that would be enough. it doesn't feel like enough anymore. she feels empty. 

hadley's actions go neither unnoticed nor ignored, not really. maybe physically it feels that way, but in pearl's mind they're all she can think about for a painful few moments. she's alone, and yet she couldn't bring herself to go into his arms when it was offered so freely to her. how does that make any sense ? 

by the time she's pulled herself out of her own thoughts, he's returning to the couch and settling in beside her. close. warm. she isn't sure how to feel about it, but she tries not to overthink it. tries to go with it. tries to act normal, the way she usually would during their encounters. her glass tips toward her lips, and she drains the remainder of it before answering him, reaching out for the bottle as she finally does. ❝ booored, ❞ she sing songs, and it isn't too far from the truth. she is bored. she's many other things, too. ❝ here, ❞ after filling her own glass to the rim, she's moving the bottle to pour an equally generous helping into his, too. drunk seems to be the way forward this evening. has he ever seen her drunk before ? it surprisingly doesn't happen often. he's in for a treat, she thinks.

[pearlscam]

flowerun:

and here — only a moment ago — neil thought there was nothing pearl could do or say that would surprise him. he had been wrong. he should have known better, probably. this does nothing to keep his mouth from parting in shock nor the heat from flourishing, pink across his cheeks with something that likens embarrassment but isn’t quite. there’s little neil wouldn’t tell pearl if she asked (lying is something he almost can’t do with her, oddly enough ; he has no idea why he doesn’t so much mind her intrusion) but his answers don’t usually come out so straightforward. ❝ — i’m a virgin, actually. ❞

she isn't as shocked by that as she could be. she'd suspected it, almost. which means her bringing up this particular topic in this way with him is her attempts at... well. opening up to him, perhaps. or perhaps not. she hasn't really decided yet. ❝ oh, ❞ she nods once, as if that's her usual way of responding to these things ( it sure as hell isn't ). ❝ never mind then, i guess, ❞ she offers him a plastic smile, whirling around to better face him and squaring her shoulders as if attempting to look like her former self, as though someone will take one glance in her direction and see something has changed. ❝ what are we doing today ? how do you plan on entertaining your girlfriend ? ❞

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morganbright:

… huh ? immediately, morgan feels as though she’s missed something, that she zoned out minutes ago and hasn’t been paying attention, because how in the name of fuckery they got to his point is a mystery to her. but then  she remembers that this is pearl; she needs no reason for such a subject change. “uhm – yeah. yeah, i think so,” she admits, but there’s no ‘think’ about it. she definitely has and she knows it. full-on, unattractive, ‘oh, god, why is she crying ? did i hurt her ?’ sobbing, too. that and blurting out that she thinks she might be a lesbian when about to  have sex with a man, are probably at the top of her why- on-earth-do-people-have-sex-with-me list. morgan  doesn’t have a very long list of achievements, in her opinion, and this really contributes to that fact. but at least she has a sex-mistakes list. “why ?” she asks, rather  snappily in all honesty, but the tentative ‘you okay ?’ she  adds softens her tone. somewhat. at least she didn’t cry  after having sex with pearl. hallelujah. congrats. 

why on earth she thinks it's a good idea to talk to a past hook-up about this is beyond explanation, but when does pearl ever need an explanation ? who she is explains more than enough, and anyone should expect the unexpected when encountering her. perhaps it has something to do with how she'd been after sex with morgan, and how that will make it seem less likely that this is about her as opposed to one of her partners. if that's the case, she's clearly misguided given the soft question after her well-being. fuck. ❝ of course i'm okay, why wouldn't i be ? ❞ she snaps, similar to the way the other had snapped toward her, as is the way with them most of the time. ❝ you don't seriously think i’ve cried after sex, do you ? ❞

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novembeir:

His eyebrows lift, a curious expression colouring his features before he snorts, shakes his head once. “I’ve never had sex,” He informs her bluntly, fingers twisting around the drawstring of his hoodie. “I read in an article once that a lot of people are hit with post-coital depression. From like, the loss of intimacy? Or like, the realisation of some kind of emptiness afterwards. It mostly hits women I think. Not sure why that is.”

women. she knows her DNA would match that of what he's suggesting, and so she decides to bite back any comments toward gender that threaten to hiss off her tongue. she's feeling particularly touchy today, and it's a wonder she hasn't decapitated someone by now. ❝ depression from a loss of intimacy ? ❞ there's a disingenuous cackle from her, as if the suggestion is absurd. she'd best be careful about her responses from here on out, lest she wish to admit it's her who's been shedding tears post-coitus. ❝ suppose that's something i'll never have to worry about then, ain't it ? not like i'm in it for the intimacy anyway, ❞ except for last night. with hadley. the most intimate interaction she's had since her ex.

[pearlscam]

itscharliesimons:

charlie didn’t reply at first. she knew pearl wasn’t one to shy away from intimate conversations, but she still couldn’t help being caught off guard. it was a simple question, a little silly, but it was one of those that brought back memories charlie didn’t like to think of anymore. ❝i mean, i wouldn’t say it was bawling but maybe a tear or two,❞ she finally answered, already on the defensive. she couldn’t help but wonder if pearl had done something similar with her brother and if that’s why it had been quiet lately. charlie wouldn’t ask though. it wasn’t her business. 

❝ oh... ❞ is all the response she gives at first, processing the tidbit of information the other has offered her. she feels somewhat secure in asking charlie about this; their relationship doesn't run deep enough for it to become a big deal, but pearl would almost consider them to be friends, which is a lot from her. ❝ why ? ❞  it's a brief question -- only one word -- and perhaps it comes across a little vague. she isn't sure she feels like adding any more to it.

[pearlscam]

❝ -- have you ever cried after sex ? ❞ the question comes as abrupt as the apparent subject change, as though it’s a thought that’s been lingering just out the corners of her mind and is now demanding her full attention; unable to hold it in or let any other words tumble from her lips. she gives no explanation as to why the question has arisen, no context, and it’ll likely remain that way even if asked. this isn’t an invite into the inner workings of her mind, but rather an intrusion into theirs. 

[seagossip]

i don’t know about you but pearl is very nice to look at. cheeks bones are out of control. – anonymous.

[pearlscam]

she hadn't been expecting his call. she'd been expecting a night in, two wine bottles set ready on her living room table with one glass and a bottle opener ( she's a classy bitch, of course the glass is still necessary ). he had called, however, right as she was opening the bottle of red, and she's cradling her first glass still as she hears him at her door. she isn't dressed up, hasn't gotten changed in preparation for him coming over, but she doesn't need to. she knows she looks good in anything, and these lace panties and an oversized shirt ( no bra ) work just fine to show off her ass-ets. gracefully, her legs unfold from beneath her and she rises to her feet, glass still poised in her hand with the liquid sloshing quietly inside as she makes her way over to let him in. there's a smirk on her lips, no different from any other day, and she doesn't greet him so much as she cocks a brow, opens the door a little wider and turns to let him watch her hips sway as she moves back over to the sofa. 

 ❝ want a drink? ❞ she offers then, gesturing to the wine as she settles back into her position, one foot resting on the cushion with her knee to her chest. ❝ glasses are in the kitchen. ❞ ( @hadlcy )