Curiouser And Curiouser

Nat || 26 || RPer || Indie || MUMU || Drama Hoe [Private MUMU blog, not open for plotting]

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LOKI (2021) | 1x06: For All Time. Always

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Goodbye First Love (2011) dir. Mia Hansen-Løve

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Who: Damerae + Maxine Where:  Verse: WOR

Max had onl been in Thailand for a week or so, but she was already enojying herself. As much as she hit on Malik, she learned from him too. Her studies were going great, monsoon season sucked, but at least she was with her sister and friends again. All cooped up under one cozy little roof. 

Walking into the dining room, she had extravagant plans of coffee with way too much espresso in it. Looking up at just the right moment she saw the back of a head not far off in front of her. Her knee jerk reaction was to stop breathing. He looked so much like his brother from behind sometimes it was painful. A look of longing and guilt passed her features before she took a deep breath and buried it back down with a smile as he turned around. “Good morning, Dae,” she greeted cherfully as she walked up to him; ever happy to pretend nothing was wrong. “How’s the coffee?” 

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU (1999) dir. Gil Junger

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10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. by Gil Junger

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“the bet”

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Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.

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THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1991) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

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zedayacoleman​:

luxurylaw: The dress y’all didn’t see…..

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Who: Kostya + Izsak Where: Their First Date, Thailand Verse: WOR

Konstantin couldn’t remember the last date he’d been on, but he’d known it had been with Topher roughly seven years ago. Izsak was so sweet though, and damn good looking. He couldn’t help but want to spend more time with him, and going to the bar together seemed like the right thing to do. So, dressed in a nicer version of his usual button up rolled up to the elbow and slacks he’d met Izsak at his room, a bouquet of flowers in hand. “Hey, hope it’s not weird, just thought it would be weird to show up empty handed. It is quite the event after all,” he said with a smile after the other opened the door. 

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@writingshae​ Who: Cyrus + Nikita Where: The Beach, Thailand Verse: WOR

As far as betrothals went, Cyrus seems to have been pretty lucky. Nikita was a proper lady from what he’d been able to tell, which wasn’t normally his type. But she also seemed to be very agreeable thus far, and that was a blessing. At least she hadn’t turned about to be the type of brat that expected devotion and monogamy off the bat. Or worse, someone with a terrible attitude. He fully intended to marry her, and it was nice to know they likely wouldn’t make each other miserable. 

Following the location she’d dropped, picking her up at her room hadn’t been a problem. And keeping a polite conversation about her day and how she was had been easy enough. They’d finally made it to the private lagoon he’d found though, and the guards were polite enough to hang back. “We’re alone now,” he said after looking over his shoulder. “Do I get to see your swimsuit?” 

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thiccachu​:

It was just another day on the job for Felicia. She was dedicated to her job through and through. That’s exactly how her father taught her to be. So if she had to trade in her flats and slacks for a mini skirt and six inch pumps to get her next scoop, that’s exactly what she was going to do. She was invited to fight night by some medium level dirty politicians. Her, along with a half dozen other call girls all piled into a booth. Ready for a night of being arm candy.

Felicia was happy to play the part to get in to the club and collect evidence for her piece. She took the first chance she could to get away from the staffer, him preoccupied by watching the grown men beat the shit out of one another in the ring. Making her way through the yelling crowd, she attempted to get somewhere quieter to properly snoop, but didn’t make it very far away from the ring. Her stiletto heel snapping right in half, she tumbled into the person in front of her. “Mother fucker!” She shouted as she collided with them. A shitty start to what was already panning out to be a shitty night. Great.

“I’ve been told I have a swooning effect like that on woman,” Rene remarked in his trademark southern drawl as he caught Felicia. Instinctively his hands went to her arms, keeping her from falling any farther. “But I must say, suga, those words don’t usually acompany it.” He let his lips split into a charming grin. As per usual though, there something more sinister underneath it. “Not so into watching the fight?” he asked as she once again found her balance. “Or perhaps there’s something that holds your interest more?”

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thiccachu​:

This whole betrothal engagement bullshit was really starting to irritate the prince. It was the royal way, yes. But Tegan relied on the fact that his sister would be the one to take on all that. His father spent his whole life telling him he was nothing. Not worth the fame and money he was born with. Why would he actually go out and find a wife for Tegan - if not just to torture him for a lifetime of defiance. That’s all this was. Another way to punish Tegan just for existing. First rehab. And when that didn’t pan out. (It never does) They spring this on him. He was sick of it. Each day getting closer to abdicating from his family entirely. Tegan wasn’t exactly prepared to put aside his lavish lifestyle and designer drugs. So he had to just accept his fate.

Tegan had no plans of actually marrying Alaya. After all, betrothals were just to extend the bloodline. And Tegan took care of that a long time ago. The last thing the world needed was more Campbell’s running around. That didn’t mean he couldn’t mess around with the princess. Indulge her antics and have a little fun while he figures out how to end this engagement ordeal.

“Well wifey, what we have is too special to share so wildly.” He could barely get the words out with a straight face. “How many people can say their love started because their parents are power hungry colonizers.” He paused, walking into the room and giving the princess a kiss on either cheek, holding on to her shoulders. “Oh wait. Every royal gets married because of that…oh well.” Shrugging, he laughed it off. It wouldn’t pan out. He would find some way to destroy this marriage. Once again embarrassing his parents for all the torture they put him through. “Of course I do. Whiskey. No ice needed.”

Alaya rolled her eyes at his comments. Her parents being the power hungry ones wasn’t exactly the truth here. But the last thing she needed anyone thinking was that she’d saught out a betrothal with the disasterous crown of New Zealand. Of course, that wasn’t entirely true either. She made it clear she wanted to be Queen, and daddy dearest promised her off to the otherside of the world with a man she didn’t know and couldn’t stand. A cruel but unsurprising joke from a cruel man. 

Her spine stiffened when he grabbed her shoulders though. While she couldn’t help but note how soft his lips were, she still let out a groan. “The least you could do is shower before touching me. Or get me drunk first.” Delicately she reached up, grabbing his wrists and gingerly, but firmly, pulling him off her with a frown. Turning away she sauntered back to the wet bar in her room, pouring him three fingers of the finest whiskey she could get in a crystal rocks glass before topping off her own. 

Turning back she help it out to him with the perfect smile painted on her lips. “You came here for something,” she pointed out, the hand that had been previously holding his glass now traveling down his chest. “Sit.” 

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@kaylawritesthings​ Who: Sofia + Emery  Where: Four Seasons Hotel, DC Verse: Mafia

Sofia had always loved the Four Seasons, it had one of the best spas in the area. And, especially, Alejandro, her very favorite masseuse. And the fact that it was also a hotel really just made it convienient. Gregory would see the charges on her card and assume she was just back her favorite location. A fact that she held quite a bit of guilt about. He had a tendancy to dissapear for a couple of days at time though somewhat regularly and she couldn’t help but assume an affair. So, tit for tat, every couple of months she’d meet up with Emery for a wild afternoon. 

Rolling onto her side to face him with a smile, she gently laid a hand on his cheek. “That was fun. Are you going to feel like going for a thrid round, or do you have somewhere to be?”