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* P I N N E D.
#PROTAGCNISTS. — independent, highly selective, multimuse rp blog. slow to moderate activity.
written by jess, 25+, she/her, est.
canon & original characters.
currently - high muse for succession muses; open to memes!
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SARAH SNOOK photographed by Chris Norr in the Succession set.
i don’t know what i’m doing with this blog yet, but in the meantime, i’m here literally to drop this pic and run <3
moving apartments, leaving my old job, starting a new job — so much is happening!! i don't know when exactly i'll find myself back here with things being so busy, but i hope it won't be too too long 💜
have to put myself on another semi-hiatus for the time being. likely until early-to-mid june, but we'll see. good vibes to all of you!!!
traveling for work, should be back around next week!! if i can queue replies before i'm officially off, i'll try to throw a few together! xo
taylor swift lyrics, the tortured poets department edition, part one
fortnight
▸ i was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me. ▸ i was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic. ▸ no one here's to blame but what about your quiet treason? ▸ for a fortnight there, we were forever. ▸ i took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary. ▸ i love you, it's ruining my life. ▸ thought of calling you but you won't pick up.
the tortured poets department
▸ who uses typewriters anyway? ▸ you're in self-sabotage mode. ▸ we're modern idiots. ▸ you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate. ▸ i chose this cyclone with you. ▸ sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me. ▸ so tell me, who else is gonna know me? ▸ that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.
my boy only breaks his favorite toys
▸ you should've seen them when they first got me. ▸ i only break my favourite toys. ▸ i should've known it was a matter of time. ▸ we could've played for keeps this time. ▸ i know i'm just repeating myself. put me back on my shelf. ▸ i'll tell you that [you/they] run because [you/they] love me. ▸ i knew too much. ▸ you saw forever so you smashed it up. ▸ once i fix me, you're gonna miss me. ▸ you took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts and told me i'm better off but i'm not.
down bad
▸ for a moment, i knew cosmic love. ▸ now i'm down bad, crying at the gym. ▸ everything comes out of teenage petulance. ▸ fuck it if i can't have [you/them]. ▸ i might just die, it would make no difference. ▸ i might just not get up, i might just stay down bad. ▸ fuck it, i was in love.
so long, london
▸ my spine split from carrying us up the hill. ▸ i stopped trying to make you laugh. ▸ how much sad did you think i had in me? ▸ i didn't opt in to be your odd man out. ▸ i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free. ▸ you say i abandoned the ship but i was going down with it. ▸ my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair. ▸ just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode? ▸ you swore that you loved me but where were the clues? ▸ i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.
but daddy i love him
▸ i just learned these people only raise you to cage you. ▸ i just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you. ▸ they slammed the door on my whole world. the one thing i wanted. ▸ you should see your face. ▸ no i'm not coming to my senses. ▸ i know [you/they]'re crazy but [you/they]'re the one i want. ▸ all my plans were laid. ▸ growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all. ▸ i'll tell you something right now, i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning. ▸ i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace. ▸ i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing. ▸ god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me. ▸ you ain't gotta pray for me if all you want is gray for me. then it's just white noise and it's just my choice. ▸ scandal does funny things to pride but brings lovers closer. ▸ fuck 'em, it's over. ▸ time, doesn't it give some perspective?
fresh out the slammer
▸ fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to. ▸ handcuffed to the spell i was under, for just one hour of sunshine. ▸ years of labor, locks and ceilings, in the shade of how [they were] feeling. ▸ it's gonna be alright, i did my time. ▸ as i said in my letters, now that i know better, i will never lose my baby again. ▸ my friends tried but i wouldn't hear it, watched me daily disappearing. ▸ ain't no way i'm gonna screw up, now that i know what's at stake here.
florida!!!
▸ you can beat the heat if you beat the charges too. ▸ they said i was a cheat, i guess it must be true. ▸ this city reeks of driving myself crazy. ▸ little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in. ▸ i'm barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine. ▸ well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time. ▸ yes, i'm haunted but i'm feeling just fine. ▸ all my girls got their lace and their crimes. ▸ i did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body. ▸ i've got some regrets, i'll bury them in florida. ▸ tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable. ▸ love left me like this and i don't want to exist.
Derek stared at his sister. "I mentioned it to get my point across." He told her. "It is the only time I have mentioned either of those things." He added.
He couldn't believe she was doing this. He was her sibling. Not her patient. It did make him wonder if she was like this with their sisters. Their mother. Derek was going to say something but he wasn't sure if he should say what he was thinking.
Derek kept his eyes on his sister. "Yes. I have. I wouldn't be saying I was ready to go back if I hadn't been going to see someone. And if they hadn't thought I was ready to go back." He said. "That is why I can't see why I am not back at work yet." Derek decided he would say what he was thinking to her. "Why do you treat me and our sisters like your patients?" He asked.
"sure," kathleen hums. it doesn't take a fellow psychiatrist to tell she is unconvinced. a shooting and a plane crash? for someone with her brother's ego? for a shepherd? they practically lived for digging up the past. but she let it slide to focus on his most recent trauma, making a mental note that, perhaps, they should find a bullet-proof bubble to keep him in. or, at the very least, a different hospital.
"often, it's what lives right in front of us that's hardest for us to see. have you asked your wife? she's the one that lives with you day in and day out. plus, she's never seemed like one to mince words." not that kathleen and meredith were particularly chummy, but her sister-in-law came off as notably less idealistic than derek. "i don't know," kathleen says, tilting her head. "why do you all act insane?"
“Don’t you have anything else in your repertoire other than some think fascist jabs? I expected more. Out of all your siblings, your dad said you were the one with the most bite. Shame.” For a time their careers had aligned so he knew who she was before the infamous switch to Waystar Wannabe and, like any politician, he kept an eye on the opposition who had some success on the up and comers. “I’m a man of deep pockets but let’s call this one professional curiosity.” His team had all but assured him of the win even thought they’d made it clear the fight would be rough and could get bloody but that was something he was more than comfortable with. “Let’s not forget it wasn’t that long ago you were willing to sell out to me when you were convinced, I’d won. I’m firm in my beliefs and my resolve, I don’t sell out any part of me. Doesn’t that scare you?”
"uh, i don't know," shiv quickly replies. "do you have anything in yours other than fascism?" she has a death grip around the moral high ground, unwilling to cede any territory. the mention of logan pierces her insides, like organs being stuck repeatedly with a safety pin. on the outside, she remains cool and composed, refusing to let it elicit a rise out of her, though she supposes that was the point. a thinly veiled attempt at intimidation. "oh, i'm sorry, were you under the impression that i'm interested in satisfying your expectations? because, come on, jeryd. if you're looking for a recommendation to deal with this apparent oral fixation, all you have to do is ask. i know of some professionals. very discreet."
she turns her lips up into an appropriately chilly smile. he won't rattle her. what had her life been except a training ground for dealing with narcissists and politicians. especially those who stood in direct opposition to her beliefs. "sell out? please," shiv chuckles. though it's not an entirely inaccurate characterization. "i may have, momentarily, entertained the idea. anyone in my position would have. but, rest assured, my convictions are steadfast." it's paradoxical, really, to her being that she might be intrigued by someone like jeryd. call it a morbid curiosity shiv can't resist. she narrows her gaze, leaning back, a subtle smirk finding its way into her expression. "scared? uh, no. no, see you've never done this before...but i have. and the truth is, your beliefs? your resolve? those disappeared the moment you signed your name to a ticket. you've already sold out, jeryd. you're bought and paid for. their's to fuck whenever, wherever. all of those deep pockets back in virginia? the ones that catapulted you onto the main stage and paved your road to the white house with crisp dollar bills? well, your repayment's about to come due the minute your hand slides off that bible."
just a little fyi — i believe i'm currently up to date on all drafts/ask memes, but i'm going to continue operating off a queue so i don't overwhelm myself!!
still need to reach out to those who've filled out my interest tracker (i'm so slow to motivate i'm so sorry). i plan to keep posting some opens for characters i have high muse for, and then hope to throw up a starter or plotting call in the nearish future as a lot of my threads are older!!
open starter
open to: anyone (m, f, nb, 18+)
muse: karolina novotney, early to mid 40s, she/her — head of public relations and communications, waystar royco
media: succession (canon character)
setting: art gallery, nyc
plot: gallery opening, can reply as the person who bumped into her, a bystander who tapped her on the shoulder, or can assume any connections as well!
the impact from the work week, long and tedious in its tenure, settled heavily into her bones before the weekend had even arrived. fatigue had accompanied her as she exited the office, infiltrating her weekend through one of the rare saturdays she wasn't chained to her desk, eyes glued to a social media scroll. yet, instead of succumbing to its power as she had longed to, karolina finds herself in the middle of a discreet art gallery on the upper west side. surround her is a blended crowd. a mix of new york's elite and self-proclaimed art connoisseurs.
her eyes trail over an art piece, provocative in its display. a clever juxtaposition between classic and modern elements. overall, the installment is interesting, to say the least, and under different circumstances, karolina may have felt more engaged in the whole event. however, with the energy draining from her body, she finds herself wondering if checking the "yes" box on the rsvp—done primarily to maintain a good relationship with a contact—was really worth the trouble.
as people move throughout the gallery, someone irritatingly bumps into karolina's shoulder without much recognition. she sighs, zero motivation to address the issue until a tap lands on her shoulder, drawing her attention down. crimson liquid's splattered over the pristine white floor beneath her like a pathetic crime scene. and, of course, it hadn't spared her suede boot. "shit," she mumbles, not bothering to think about her inability to recognize wine spilling over the edge of her own glass. "i don't recall art being quite so...interactive."
Emily Blunt as Liza Drake PAIN HUSTLERS (2023) dir. David Yates
nonverbal rp starters — accepting
@mecwmellc: ⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma jo wilson + alex karev
ragged gasps catch in her chest as she huddles in the corner of the stairwell. it's muscle memory not to let them escape. to swallow, harshly, until they're buried back inside of her. jo clutches the fabric of her scrubs in an attempt to stop the trembling in her hands, which only proves futile.
the sound of her heartbeat floods her head so intensely that she barely hears the echo of feet traipsing down the steps above. finally catching sight of a shadow, her entire body tenses at the potential exposure. but as the figure emerges into view, her heat skips a beat. she holds her breath, watching silently as he approaches. the urge to push him away—to shield him from this beat-up, broken side of her—comes straight from her core. yet despite that overwhelming impulse, she can't help but feel a flicker of gratitude at his presence. he came and found her. him. alex. and the recognition of that is enough for jo to reach for him. press herself against him and wrap her arms around as tightly as humanly possible. "i'm sorry," she whispers.
feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!
"I don't think that blush is your shade."
"I'll probably just stay home."
"This is the first critical rager of the year."
"You know what your doctor said."
"You need socialization."
"Why don't you use my tanning bed?"
"You're in need, babe."
"I'm really sorry you got electrocuted."
"Are you hot for anyone?"
"[Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name]!"
"I don't know who that is."
"He doesn't play sports; he's cerebral."
"This party is gonna be clutch!"
"These things will turn your feet into hamburger helper."
"It's not haunted, just abandoned. Desecrated."
"Well, I heard [Name(s)] do witchcraft over there."
"I've never seen anybody there."
"I think it's really peaceful and quiet."
"I talk to him sometimes."
"I brought this for you."
"It's kinda morbid when I wear it so I wanted you to have it."
"That's really weird, [Name]."
"I just don't think anyone should be forgotten."
"Y'know, I wasn't gonna say anything, they were such a mess, but you look amazing now!"
"Oh my God, [Name], bag your face!"
"How do you know my name?"
"So what exactly happened to her?"
"I can never ever talk about it, for personal and legal reasons, and i also pinky swore, but I guess I can tell you. I trust you."
"I'd be screwed up if I were her, too."
"Hi, sorry, how do we know each other?"
"You're being so dramatic."
"This is not what I expected from you; you have so much potential."
"Lets find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?"
"I hate parties like this; I don't even know why I came."
"Your hair feels like easter grass."
"You know it's not nice to lead people on."
"I wish I was with you."
"It's okay; everyone does it."
"You should probably get going."
"Did you smash the mirror in the bathroom?"
"Do you know what happens to people who act out?"
"How about an apology?"
"I feel like I may want to apologize for what happened last night."
"Well, I'm glad you're okay."
"Oh, is there pizza left?"
"I think I'm gonna skip the movie."
"I'm just really tired from work."
"Do you know how hard that is on the groin muscles?"
"It doesn't even hurt anymore."
"Do you like this song?"
"We're better off up here in case anyone comes home."
"I haven't said this many words in a row in forever."
"I hate to say it, but you're either crazy, or just goddamned inconsiderate!"
"You're kind of absurd, aren't you?"
"I really don't get your fixation with that one."
"There are plenty of halfway-dece guys who would date you."
"I wanna help you, I really do, but I dunno how."
"It's a waste of time to try and fix a boy; it's better to just accept a guy's flaws."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"What happened to your neck?"
"You don't want to hold my hand?"
"This whole place gives me the creeps, okay?"
"I thought that was a really cool thing to say."
"Don't feel bad about what we did!"
"You saved me."
"Is that a rad new trend or something?"
"I don't play with dolls anymore."
"I'm sure there's some explanation."
"You know I'm usually pretty cool about things, right?"
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"You have no idea how scary this is."
"I actually feel like something's wrong."
"People are so afraid of death because they dunno when it's gonna happen to them."
"I'm not afraid of death anymore."
"I don't wanna die a virgin."
"I want to do it with someone I truly love."
"You're so supportive."
"I love our conversations."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude."
"How about I drive since you're not feeling so good?"
"Your boobs look great by the way."
"This is just too freaking much."
"It's your fault we're screwed."
"You act like you're happy for me, and you care about me, but you're not really happy for me."
"You couldn't let me have this one thing?"
"You knew I liked him and you went after him on purpose!"
"I swear, I would never do that to you!"
"Guys usually only want me for one thing."
"It just was never gonna work out between us."
"I don't have feelings for you like that."
"Do you know how uncool that is?!"
"Uh, you're not making any sense."
"Thank you for being nice to me when no one else was."
"You're the type of person who usually bullies me or looks right through me, but you didn't."
"You actually went out of your way to try to tell people I was part of your family."
"You really actually wanted me to be your sister..."
"You're a great person, [Name]."
"Listen, we're running out of time."
"Make love to me."
happy one year anniversary of 'connor's wedding' to all who celebrate (suffer) ✊😔
under all my murderous rage im really just a sweet little princess i promise
past lives prompts — accepting
@story1ines: i have trouble believing it sometimes taylor james + haley james scott
there's a small twitch in taylor's brow as she listens, taking haley in. this situation isn't necessarily typical for the two sisters. those seek advice or reassurance didn't often end up on taylor's doorstep. especially not if they carried the name haley james who was, arguably, the most self-reliant, put together one of them all. it wasn't often taylor got to see the doubt in her eyes.
"well, haley bob..." taylor starts with a shrug. "welcome to the club! you get zero extracurricular points for joining. life's a real bitch, isn't it?" she quips. making light, while not always appropriate, practically felt like her calling. she couldn't resist the urge. but, with a tilt of her head, she knew she wasn't about to just leave it at that. "listen, belief is a hell of a lot more than jut what you see. you have to feel it in your gut. and besides those bangs you had senior year, your gut is usually—annoyingly—right. and if anyone's made a career out of turning doubt into determination, it's you. so, come on. spill. what's stopping you?"
