* — afternoon delight !

you   don't  know   about   real   loss.

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i'm pumped! let the healing begin!

carrd. emmy's will hunting. just here 4 funsies. missing the red sox for truthlie. solving proofs with: purgirltory.

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I SURVIVED AND I MADE FRIENDS !!!!!’

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i start my new job today :)

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@victoriousfidelity as sigyn , you didn't deserve that.

  " ah, go fuck yourself. " it's a knee - jerk response. a cornered dog unused to kindness, near - feral nature driving him to snap. he doesn't like the way he reacts, stomach twisting into knots at the idea of what he does and doesn't " deserve " — hell does she know what he deserves?

  " you don't know me. " and all at once, it's like he's a scared little kid again. but there's no chuckie to hide behind, no ness to hold his hand and back him up, prop him up, give him courage. he's just will, scars and blood on display. fuck. eyes narrow at the woman who tries to approach him. she's lucky he doesn't lash out. he should, but the latest burns ache too deep. the bruises are too tender. he is too tired.

  her hand brushes against his cheek in a soft caress, gentle as she turns his face to better look at his jawline, his neck. the newest nicks. those were nothing ; she shuld check out the growing rorschach test on his back, all purple and blue and ugly. (nessa'd drawn over them one time, making him laugh, adding some kind of sweetness to the sour hurt.) what could this lady possibly do? nothing. " prob'ly deserve a helluva lot more, fuckin' mouth i have. " it's said with downcast eyes, baby blues hidden before she could see the tears that prick at the corners. this sort of touch is foreign ... at least, from anyone but ness, chuckie ... their mas.

  he's echoing what he's been told : a good - for - nothin' - but - a - paycheck brat. he can't look her in the eyes because something tells him she isn't looking at him like that. he doesn't know what to do with that. " i've had worse, lady — 's nothing. "

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maybe i don't want to spend the rest of my fucking life sitting around and explaining shit to people.

PLAYMATH : emmy's will hunting. totally serious writing blog.

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@fightonly as robby keene , this should help with the swelling.

  " this ain't nothing, kid. " he's got a half - smile on his face, especially as he looks over the boy's shoulder, seeing both his girlfriend and her cousin taking turns biting louie's head off. 's gonna be so fun when ness calls him tomorrow to tell him they're engaged. imagine how stupid he'll feel then, huh? not nearly as much as will does now, but the thought is still enticing. he's got a little bruise, one that'll turn into a probably pretty fucking nasty black eye soon, but it's still not that bad, all things considered. (and, you know. the bonus that ness loves doting on him, when he's not the one who caused the fight.) this is technically one of these times.

  technically, if he wants to listen to skylar, will is, what some people (not him) would call a " pathological liar " ... he doesn't think so. but the problem is, if it's not something important, he has a tendency to forget the lie. and with louie, it's very rarely anything important. he doesn't know what he's said this time, probably something about him and anoush boning at work — that's about the only thing he can think that'd provoke him to swing. god knows he would never disrespect ness like that ... so it's gotta be about his boyfriend. ouchie.

  " gonna be real funny when the suits at work see this, though, " will poses, as he lifts the bag of frozen peas from his eye. " think maybe i should let your sister practice her cover - up skills? never actually tried t' hide shit before. " and there, the toothy grin, the promise that this was far from the first time he'd gotten his shit rocked. " still can't believe that douchebag got a hit on me. known him twenty years, this was the first time. goddamn. "

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@truthlie as ness larusso , i need to talk to you, but let's go outside.

  maybe it's the booze that makes him feel buzzy, but the way that ness wraps his hand in her tiny mitt makes him feel like he's floating. this is the usual bar, they've long given up on the harvard bar — for the time being, at least — until they're all ready to watch chuckie strike out like the major leagues again. it's nessa's spot by habit, but she belongs in a more upscale one. maybe something more by her school. but it's theirs, and it's home, and the unflattering light of the tavern somehow still makes her look ethereal. (no wonder he'd do anything she asked of him, no questions asked.)

  " everythin' okay? " he asks, setting down his beer, leaning in so he can speak soft enough that the guys won't hear him. brows knit in concern, but will lets her wrap her hand around his bicep, pull him up out of his chair. he nudges chuckie's calf with the side of his foot, adding in a nod toward morgan and billy — next round's on chuck. (hey, fuck you!), and with a smile, he nods at chuckie, blinking once, twice. (their secret language, a perfect secret from all but ness. she's not looking now anyway, but she'd know will'd said: be right back.)

  the two weave through the tavern's patrons, ness' sandals sticking to the floor, as always, her hand in his, as always. it's a little chilly in southie, now, but it doesn't bother him. but when the door to the tavern closes behind them, will has his stupid clammy hands on her arms, rubbing up and down to try and warm her up. best effort, anyway. " what's up, baby? what happened? "

[papayajuan2019]

going to the choices made in anger market. what do you guys want

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hey check this out :)

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i'm working on this blog + my very very personal oc. but :) i love my little math loser do not fret.

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* (  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

do it. be bold.

we must continue our ruse until i’ve found my match.

me, unavailable; you, desirable.

i trusted you more than anyone in this world, and you took advantage.

you do not know me, but i know you.

you have no idea what it is to have one’s entire life reduced to a single moment.

is this not lovely? all of us together again.

an expert in the art of the swoon.

i wish to be entertained.

it would be better if you refrain from thinking about me at all.

lovely indeed. we should tempt scandal more often.

the social season is upon us.

your love is an unrequited fantasy.

i cannot stop thinking of you.

i am anything but interested in you.

it is more than just your honor at stake.

i write in my diary which is not the same as writing in my novel.

a pairing like that would be most enchanting indeed.

the season’s diamond, even more precious and rare a stone than previously thought?

stare into my eyes.

is it awful that i’m enjoying it?

if you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky.

we could pretend to form an attachment.

if there is a scandal, i shall uncover it.

must our only options be to squawk and settle or to never leave the nest?

all is fair in love and war.

there is nothing you cannot do.

my honor is not for sale.

if this is to work, we must appear madly in love.

i’m aware of your reputation.

do not tell me that is another scandal sheet.

you’ve always amused me.

we find ourselves seated next to each other. i’d think you’d be happy about that.

marriage has it joys, but it also brings with it its special trials.

it’d be better if you refrain from thinking about me at all.

you do not know me, and never shall.

you do not humiliate the one you love. 

i’m aware of your reputation and i am anything but interested in you.

what if i want to fly?

the ones we love have the power to inflict the greatest scars.

every presumptuous mother in town will leave me alone and every suitor will be looking at you.

you do not trick the one you love.

if you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky.

let it be known that if there is a scandal, i shall uncover it.

you think that just because i’m a woman, i’m incapable of making my own choices?

love, conquers all.

you can choose to love me as much as i love you.

i am tired of pretending.

from the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet, to the dreams you inhabit my thoughts of you never end.

i cannot continue acting as if i do not love you. because i do.

i love all of you.

i cannot be your fool again.

the brighter a lady shines, the faster she may burn.

we chose to love each other every single day.

pride, it will cost you everything and leave you with nothing.

i am looking out for myself.

you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.

you must simply marry the man who feels like your dearest friend.

i am ensuring my own future. because i know in my heart i know that there is no one else who ever will.

you do not lie to the one you love.

to meet a beautiful woman is one thing, but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart.

circumstances change, ladies. sometimes over night.

her heart is no matter, as long as her hand remains free.

you cannot assure me of everything.

i will always protect you.

i believe i should like to stay.

i believe you should like to go.

what others should ever want such damaged goods now?

you have no idea what it is to be a woman.

you are perfection itself.

what? you don’t love me for my subtlety.

would you rather die than marry me?

i am yours, i have always been yours.

it is you i cannot sacrifice.

i burn for you.

it pains me you should think every compliment a mockery.

i ask you, can the ends ever justify such wretched means?

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the problem is that i can and would write every character from good will hunting in a heartbeat but i also want everyone to interact with will.

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maybe i don't want to spend the rest of my fucking life sitting around and explaining shit to people.

PLAYMATH : emmy's will hunting. totally serious writing blog.

[dr-gaytorius]

1st base: raw ethically dubious fucking

2nd base: exist in a public space together

3rd base: you witness me have a real, candid emotion

4th base: I reveal an aspect of my tragic backstory to you

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ok. hi. send me asks, i'm gonna rewatch the movie + be here after dinner :)

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tags.

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hi to everyone who followed me here. i'm #going thru it rn and havent felt good anywhere, so while i'm working on getting my new multis set up (my view askew + general multi), i really just have muse for like. two characters atm. and i was not interested in making christian a blog. so. hi. i also figured a small space would be great to let myself ease back into proper activity while i figure out my work schedule. i appreciate everyone who followed me over here / has been tolerating my blog hopping / etc. it means a lot. i'll be setting this blog up today, w/ some tags / etc. it's just super lowkey. idek if i'll use icons yet or not. maybe! but hi anyway.