one of us has gotta go!

𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔! 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒏! 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕!

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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wallace is both the exact right and the exact wrong person to drag around backlots. he’s got that insider information and just enough mismanaged bitterness to spill it.

they pass someone and he leans in, conspiratorial, to say:  ‘ boy, is he a drip. a drizzle of the first water. ’

@timetear,  sc.

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astralcrafts.

            she’s brushing down the front of her dress, red hair pinned up and out of her face, but enough to frame it. milo, her colour-changing atlas moth, is situated in her hair just so that it mimics a ribbon and has turned itself white to play the part. shannon just doesn’t see the person until she’s on a collision course.

                ❝ oh— i’m very sorry! ❞

the dance ethel does to avoid toppling to the floor (with a pal along for the ride, no less) would win her applause, were she wearing taps and chiffon. her smile is too bright when she lifts her chin — she clearly couldn’t be less sore about the fumble.

         ‘ none of that! ’ she gives the girl’s elbow a gentle, friendly squeeze. ‘ i’m fine! ’

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         ‘ you changed your nest. ’ obvious a transition as it is from the last time their paths crossed, she has fun making like it requires skills of deduction to figure this out. (olive had been in town a while back, caught the lightning bolts by lucky, lucky chance.) ‘ it looks sharp. ’

@folkangel​,  sc.

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         ‘ oh, honey, you do kill me. ’ she hates to interrupt, but something seems to have set basil down a path toward overanxious self-defense. self-validation? whatever it is, and why ever it is, it feels much too much like she’s conducting an interview with someone she found perfectly peachy to begin with. ‘ but i’m not writing a book! ’

@chromoluminous,  sc.

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         ‘ you can’t carry a torch in here. ’ this is one of wally’s prouder jokes. ‘ fire code violation. ’

@bunchings,  sc.

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hi! yooou oughta like this for a starter! will probably default to wally so drop a comment if you have a preference :*

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interpretere.

❝     oh ,   i’m   not   quite   familiar   with   this .      ❞    nevertheless ,    hands   come   forward   to   fuss   with   the   tie ,   attempting   to   loop   this   troublesome   piece   of   cloth   around   his   neck    ────   punctuated   with   a   few   not-so-gentle tugs .   nose   scrunches   up   in   concentration .

❝     maybe   we’ll   find   out   if   it’s   the   angle   ────    or   the   quitter   after   all .   honestly ,   how   do   you   deal   with   these   things ?      ❞  

wally makes the first choking sound for fun, but the second is legitimate. it takes a few hard blinks to drive the stars back out of his vision.

         ‘ don’t pretend you haven’t dealt with worse, ’ he says, warm enough that it doesn’t sink. he smiles small, thinking fondly of olive and ethel and olive and ethel’s costumes. ‘ the standard imposed upon me is laughable, i’m sure, compared to yours. ’

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when you tap so i am ab-so-lutely in a trance!       NEW CHARACTERS, OLD HOLLYWOOD!

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interpretere‌.

                                                                   ｢   @rugcut   ｣       /       🌙 ! 

❝     quitter .     ❞   half   tease ,   half   challenge   ────   a   cheeky   smile   to   match .

❝     you   give   up   awfully   easily ,   don’t   you ?     ❞  

why, it was only 10 years ago he was practicing routines until his feet bled. maybe he ought to play his professional dancer card to save himself the judgment.

         ‘ i’m not quitting. i’m declaring it an impossible feat. ’ he wiggles his fingers in and pulls his botched double windsor apart. ‘ at least from this angle. could you—? ’

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@bloodykneestm​,  cont.

      blush covers smooth cheeks, folding his arms across his chest, trapping his book against it, not moving from his spot on the couch. “don’t be ridiculous, plum. you couldn’t lift me if you tried.” he says. sure, the idea is romantic, and – well, that doesn’t escape ezekiel’s notice, not by a long shot.      but zeke has never been a slim man – and compared to the feather light actresses the other man is used to lifting, he’s practically a truck. he just doesn’t want to be lifted and reminded of just how much less attractive physically fit than those women he is than he’d like to be.       “i’m an awful fridge of a man, you really shouldn’t even try. after all, i can get up on my own.”

         ‘ now, i just won’t stand for that kind of talk. ’

he won’t stand at all any longer than the time it takes him to tuck his arms under zeke, fail to lever him off the furniture, and land on top of him with a sound half-laugh and half-‘oomf.’ wally unburies his face from where it’s planted in his sweater and offers a sorry (and oh so fond) smile.

boy, would he like to stay here. the necessity of backpedaling on affection grows more disheartening by the day.

         ‘ i see nothing more than a classy chassis, ’ he tells him, distracted as he’s giving the lift another whirl. self-awareness returned, of course, he’ll realize just how bold he’d sounded and take off running. ‘ and a problem easily solved. ’ they’re up. he grins close-mouthed at zeke, now hanging bridal style. ‘ see? ‘awful fridge.’ what balonus. ’

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bloodykneestm‌.

he smoothly slides himself up into a standing position, pulling himself close to the other so their bodies are touching at every conceivable point, gently, just barely. he smiles at him, joy lighting his chocolate hues.            “mmmm – how’s a bedroom suit ya?” he asks gleefully, his voice light and full of the effortless levity that is his trademark. “i just made my bed this afternoon, you know.”

         ‘ the bedroom suits me. ’ there’s a bite to his tone that says he’s tempted to swing full into joking, though his eyes tell a contradictory story. wallace wants and has wanted this in earnest for as long as he can remember — no collection of screen credit cards is large enough nor acting class great enough to disguise his desire in its entirety. 

         ‘ shame, ’ he says. it would sail fine if not for his burning ears. ‘ to undo your work. ’

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i oughta make a clean start — and send my heart to the laundry!

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Eartha Kitt. Photographed by Russell Westwood. (1951)

[letyourdreamymemesbememes]

Not-So-Secret Crush Starters

“Hey, you remember that thing you liked at the store the other day? I happened to grab it while I was there this time.”

“Are you okay? Talk to me, please. Tell me you’re okay.”

“You look…wow. Umm, yeah, it works for the (insert event).”

“Hey, one of my friends is getting married, and I have a plus-one. You wanna go?”

“Oh? This is your favorite food? I had no idea. Haha. What a coincidence.”

“Of course I’d die for you. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Don’t be sad. Please. What can I do to help?”

“Yeah, I’m happy. You’re happy. That’s good enough for me.”

“You look tense. You want me to rub your shoulders?”

“You’re cold. You want my jacket? I’m fine. I promise.”

“I can braid your hair, if you want me to.”

“Can we please pretend I didn’t just say that?”

“Here, you can share my blanket.”

“Tired? Come on, I’ll carry you to bed.”

“Bad dream? You can sleep next to me. Get in.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I couldn’t sleep either. Want me to make you some tea?”

“You’re bed-head is ridiculous. Come here, let me brush your hair.”

“It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna get through this. I’ve got you.”

“You be careful, alright? It’s not safe, and I worry.”

“You know I could never say ‘no’ to you.”

“Give me a kiss and all will be forgiven.”

“You know I’m not going anywhere, right? I’m with you until the end.”

“I am NOT blushing. It’s just warm in here.”

“He didn’t deserve you, anyway. Come on, let me take you out for dinner and show you a real date.”

“You’re my favorite person. You know that, right?”

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         ‘ we’re old friends, ’ he says to no one in particular, striking olive’s name in the paper advertisement with a thumbnail. given that it’s just himself and susie in this corner, however— ‘ you don’t happen to know when she’s due, do you? i thought i’d surprise her after the show. ’

@gaslite!