* 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑮𝑼𝑴

SELECTIVE INDIE BY DEWY

[mouroes]

[moshpitsandstargazing]

if we’re holding hands and you do the thumb rub thing we’re essentially married

[calamiities]

let’s get one thing straight here. i am a PERSON before i am a roleplayer. i am a FRIEND, a FAMILY MEMBER before i am a roleplayer. this means that sometimes i won’t have muse for a certain thread, or maybe i just don’t feel like replying right now. this means that i have every right to take my time replying, just as you do. this means that i come FIRST. i come BEFORE my replies. this means that sometimes things will get in the way of me replying. whether it be problems with family or friends or just something stupid, me and my personal feelings/problems come BEFORE roleplay. if i’m having an off day and only feel like responding to one or two things, or i’m tired and can only focus my energy on a specific thread, you should be okay with that. you, as my partner, need to take into consideration my feelings. some things are hard for me to reply to. some things take a lot more time, effort, and energy than others. sometimes i won’t be in the mood for that thread. sometimes i won’t be in the mood for any threads. this is nothing against YOU. this is just about me being a person with feelings, a normal human being who needs to sit back and relax and take a breather sometimes. so please, i’m begging you, do not take offense to me not replying to our thread right away. this is not because you annoy me. this is not because you aren’t good enough. this is not because i have no interest in roleplaying with you. this is just because i am a person and sometimes i get lazy. sometimes i am tired or have writer’s block. and that’s okay. all i ask is that you respect me and my muses by letting us breathe every once in a while. 

[pinegum]

dennis quaid not wearing much clothes in the art of more (2015 - 2016)

[pinegum]

dennis quaid as samuel brukner in the art of more (2015 - 2016)

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Say You Will (2017) Directed by Nick Naveda

[artdetails]

Jusepe de Ribera, Martyrdom of St. Andrew (detail), 1628

[novice-heartbreaker-deactivated]

my aesthetic is making other people feel genuinely important and loved.

[frodo-sam]

Open up, ma'am. Lower the drawbridge.

[userspree-deactivated20250328]

[lovepctions]

pinegum‌:

incensed by her unrelenting antagonism, darcy throws out his hands to either side in a gesture of incredulity and hopelessness. “that’s it, then? fuck me because i’m a man, because you don’t approve of what happened between me and my wife? this didn’t happen to you, scarlett!” he exclaims, the gravelly tone of his voice rising to a near-shout. “i am sorry that you have those terrible experiences with infidelity. really, i can’t even — i can’t begin to tell you how sad i am to hear that.” momentarily brushing a hand over his mouth, swallowing back the heartache that wells within him at the unwanted reminder of his own children having gone through a similar ordeal. knowing the three of them likely wished to say the same things his closest friend does now. “i love you, scarlett. and i’m sorry if i’m not good enough for you anymore.”

scarlett stood startled by his words as she hasn’t heard them spoken by someone dear to her heart since the passing of her husband for the reason that there hadn’t been anyone dear to her heart since then. until darcy.  jaw clenched, she shook her head furiously. “how dare you?” her voice low but resentful. “well, i don’t love you, d. and i’m sorry you’re not good enough for me anymore too.” she pushed passed him, their shoulders brushing as she exited for the terrace again. the air was medicine for the constricted feelings in her chest, and the space between them reinforcing her decision to excommunicate her only and closest and dearest friend. 

[pinegum]

classiick → pinegum

read my rules!

[thekokopellikid-deactivated2019]

[galgadotssss-deactivated2016071]

[pinegum]

⤿ frczenyogurt‌

immediately did a remorseful feeling wash over her from the slip of her tongue as she unintentionally glimpsed him a morsel of insight to her background in which she significantly aimed to conceal. and she absolutely loathed the fact that darcy, out of all people, had been the one to identify the root of her indignation. because he was supposed to be her personified vacation from the bullshit that surrounded her life and now he had a foot in the door of the childhood home in which she’d been escaping for fifteen years of her life. 

with gritted teeth, she bitterly shook her head. “i am tired of men like you thinking they deserve a second chance. that they deserve more because all they take is more, and more, and more, and more, and leave women who don’t know any better with less. and those women accept it. well, not me; i know better. and i know you’re just another piece of shit i avoid stepping on with my thousand dollar heels.”

incensed by her unrelenting antagonism, darcy throws out his hands to either side in a gesture of incredulity and hopelessness. “that’s it, then? fuck me because i’m a man, because you don’t approve of what happened between me and my wife? this didn’t happen to you, scarlett!” he exclaims, the gravelly tone of his voice rising to a near-shout. “i am sorry that you have those terrible experiences with infidelity. really, i can’t even — i can’t begin to tell you how sad i am to hear that.” momentarily brushing a hand over his mouth, swallowing back the heartache that wells within him at the unwanted reminder of his own children having gone through a similar ordeal. knowing the three of them likely wished to say the same things his closest friend does now. “i love you, scarlett. and i’m sorry if i’m not good enough for you anymore.”

[pinegum]

⤿  frczenyogurt‌

darcy rambled and provided his excuses and reasoning and whatever, she wasn’t listening all that well because as glanced around she noticed people were looking now. colleagues, reporters, and even professional adversaries and she really did not need them aware of the personal issues in her life. she’s had enough of that. 

the thought of his hand in hers made her stomach turn, but it was necessary if she wanted to save face for the public. scarlett tugged him away from the party, away from the cameras, away from the whispers because oh fucking god, he’s such an idiot for showing up here.

hidden in the stairwell, cold and eerie ( but a jacket did not go with this dress ), she looked up at him with the distance between them minimal for the first time in weeks. “you’ve changed?” she hissed, arms folded across her chest. she wonders if slapping him now would result in the same amount of satisfaction as it did the first time. “that’s what they all say. my dad’s probably used that line on my mom all but a dozen times, and it could have been more if she knew about the rest.” but scarlett never told her about the others. as selfish and cold as her mother was, she didn’t deserve more of the pain. then scarlett stepped back, because aside from her husband, darcy was the first person she’d spoken to about her parents since she left home. “because YOU broke it darcy! it is YOUR fault. not your wife’s. and especially not your kids’.” damn her voice for wavering. “it’s so fucking cold in here,” she mumbled. “please enlighten me. what are your fabulous and ‘original’ excuses?” 

taken by surprise when the familiar sensation of her hand fitted to his own pulls him toward the stairwell, darcy doesn’t resist the guidance — though nervous this might be a dramatic and harsh way of showing him the door, until they’re awash in sparse fluorescence and their voices reverberate preternaturally down each level of the high-rise building. looking his friend in the eyes again for the first time in far too long, he finds himself wilting beneath her condemnation. confrontation had never been his strong suit, and her instinctual bellicosity had been demonstrated enough over the years to instill a degree of dread in him when opposing the other.

sighing, he slides his jaw to the side in an inherent display of frustration and hesitates to respond, unsure of how to deescalate. “i’m not trying to excuse what i did. nothing i say will change what happened in the past. i can’t change who i was then — and i was a bad person, all right?  i admit to that, but i am still suffering the consequences of those actions to this day.” the rise of his voice taking on an edge of bitterness. “i’m not your father, scarlett. i never blamed my wife for my failures as a husband, as a father. you have no idea what i’ve been through, so why are you treating me like i’m just any motherfucker? don’t i deserve more?” he asks, lifting his brows expectantly.

[rottenwasp]

The Edge of Seventeen (2016) dir. Kelly Fremon