LOLITA.

[loveruined]

      here are the facts. ONE: he hurts you. TWO: you are too small to fight back. (THREE: you do not WANT to fight back.) he hurt you, yes, but he says he is SORRY and you believe him. he says he won’t do it again, and you BELIEVE him. even as the years pass, you do not learn that SORRY is just a word; trusting, SO trusting, you believe that one day he will follow through with all those apologies, that he will one day make it all better. he sews you back up at the end of each day, and eventually you begin to THANK him for it, forgetting that HE is the one who pulls you to pieces in the first place. and you WANT to HATE him for it, you wish you could, but you will forgive him. you ALWAYS do.  all this, you do for LOVE– and it is this same love which has RUINED you.

                                                          i.   ii.   iii.                                          ( mature content - abuse tw )

[highschoolhandjobs]

im sorry to everyone who has ever tried to talk to me and then realized my communication skills are equivalent to a stale piece of bread

[mdmfwnwb-deactivated20240908]

leon: the professional (1994)

[red-carpet-rebellion-blog]

                                        IT’S ALL HAPPENING.

                    And this is who will be there to witness it all. These are the starving artists. These are the ones with music that runs through their veins like a new brand of heroin. These are the ones who started on a high school stage and fought, clawed, and bit their way into the limelight. These are the world’s idea of gorgeous, airbrushed to PERFECT, PERFECT, PERFECT. These are the once-waiters-turned-successful, pretty faces on magazines, names heard on every tongue in America. These are the ones who gives everything up for their art.

                      These are THE BEAUTIFUL AND THE DAMNED.

                                                  WHAT IS IT?

                      Welcome to Red Carpet and Rebellion, a rockstar-turned-celebrity alternate universe moderated by yours truly. This verse has come a long way in the three years it’s been going (but don’t let that intimidate you; there’s a reason I’m revamping) and has evolved from a strictly rockstar AU to an all-encompassing fame AU. It doesn’t matter if your muse wants to be a musician, an actor, model, athlete, manager, artist, or even a famous chef! If your muse’s name is in a magazine, they belong in this world. All I ask if that you please follow the rules stated below.

                       The verse will begin without any tours or movie projects on the horizon, but there is a master post to all of the music festivals taking place in the U.S. and Europe HERE, and if people want a tour, I will set one up. This verse also follows real time. That means that if it is April 1st in real life, it is April 1st in the verse. Of course, if your muse doesn’t fit into the musician or actor category, don’t fret! There will still be plenty of opportunity for interactions with other muses.

                                                       RULES.

                        • Unless it’s been discussed between the muns, NO MULTIPLE FACECLAIMS. Find a list of used faceclaims HERE.                         • There is NO AGE LIMIT for this verse, but please be aware that you/your muse will be exposed to mature themes.                         • NO GODMODDING, stirring up OOC DRAMA, or MISCONDUCT. But those are all kind of givens.                         • If you are accepted, please TRACK THE TAGS v; red carpet and rebellion for IC interactions and v; rcar for OOC information.                         • KEEP IN MIND that I will be very selective in accepting people. Please don’t be offended if you don’t make the cut.

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[stayedgentle]

The end of #Wyndchester?

Following some cryptic tweets posted on Saturday, fans of Dean Winchester (The Four Horsemen) and singer/actress Jay Wyndham were left wondering where the couple stood, but early this morning it was confirmed that they have separated.

An anonymous source close to the couple says that the breakup itself took place at the Oregon home of Jane’s ex-husband Dylan Massett (Valente), where Jane is currently visiting their children. According to reports Dean left Warped Tour early following an altercation in a Williamsburg bar with actor Steve Rogers, and our source tells us that his first destination was Oregon to break things off. “It was ugly,” says our source. “He was aggressive from the start and it was clear that he wanted the break up more than she did... Jane handled it well but she was very obviously heartbroken, especially when he confessed to sleeping with somebody else”. Dean’s fidelity is questioned frequently but most memorably in the case of his brief whirlwind with the late Eliza Kardel.

       This report is completely different to what Jane and Dean themselves have said. 

The couple, who have been photographed looking cozy together since Dean’s gig last Halloween, announced their own version of their split via Twitter. Jane stated that it “wasn’t messy” and Dean said that it was “mutual”, before telling off his fans for their response to the news. “You are not justified in sending her hate...  She's still a human”, he tweeted, proving the touching description Jane gave of the nature of their on-again, off-again relationship: “We will always care about each other”. 

Which version of the story do you believe? Tweet using #WyndchesterSplit to let us know what you think!

[stayedgentle]

batteryheart:

“you know what? i’ve had enough for one day. lets get out of here. me and you, we’ll go get something to eat and go from there. if i have to spend another minute in this place i’m gonna tear the walls down.”

    “but watching you tear the walls down sounds pretty appealing too. if a little dangerous and counter-productive.”

[lilysource]

I like to think of myself as a very passionate person, and as very determined. So, if I set my mind on something, I definitely stop at no end to find within myself the power to keep going, whether that involves thinking of a new approach to a problem, or physically challenging myself.

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

[stayedgentle]

mcture:

  ❝But you said you’re coming for moral support. If you’re     dressed up with me then I won’t feel like a dick, will I?❞

“You shouldn’t feel like a dick anyway. It’s your night.”

But either way, she just sighs and pulls her white dress out of the closet holding it up to herself as she stands before the mirror.

            “I wanna wear black. But that makes me hypocritical.”

okay but one of those “whatever tag shows up for this word” memes for: -son -trash -dead -child -smol -hate

[stayedgentle]

mcture:

  ❝If I could, I probably would.❞ 

“You are the most disgusting man I’ve ever met.”

[stayedgentle]

mcture:

  ❝No, wear the white one. It’ll look nice. Besides,       if I have to dress up nice, then so do you.❞

“Of course you have to dress up nice, it’s your book.   I could turn up in sweatpants and nobody would care.”

[winterwldow]

[stayedgentle]

@mindwipcd

[memeroundups]

Send ‘rough touch’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

[stayedgentle]

merccnary:

      ”You’re paying good money so that he doesn’t.”

      He could almost be mistaken to be reassuring if not for the same distant stoicism; the stillness of his body as he says the words, no move made towards her, no reassuring pats on the shoulder or soft smiles. He cannot help but wonder how someone so inexperienced has managed stumbling his way; though suppose it does not matter. A job’s a job.

      Another pause, another moment of silence; and with a sigh and a twist of his lips, he reassumes his seat across from her. She is obviously concerned about what this David Wyndham might do if he finds out — and a dead girl is of no use to him if he is to expect payment only after the job is complete.

      ”Are you safe?”

    That, at least, is comforting. Jane gives him a nod to show that she appreciates it, watching him as he takes his seat again. She had assumed that they were finished making this deal, but apparently not.

     Why he bothers asking the question is beyond her. It isn’t his job to care about her safety. She even considers asking what exactly he means by safe, but figures that he won’t appreciate the waste of time. A question like that can always be given a definite answer: either a person is safe, or they are not, and without even thinking about it Jane knows she is certainly the latter. But she doesn’t know what to say. Usually, she would lie and say that she’s fine to save face, but nothing about this situation is usual. So far, she’s been honest.

      “No.” And again she looks away, fingers twisting together in her lap, one knee jogging up and down. Already when she gets home today there will be questions about where she’s been, and there’s no believable lie she can give, which means that he will do his best to get the truth from her. But she has survived years. What are another few days? “I think I can handle it, though.”

[stayedgentle]

merccnary:

      He does not need anything else; not per-se. A name is enough to go on, particularly when he does not trust anyone but himself to conduct the proper research. But some of the other things she suggests are not misleading - mere facts he is bound to discover on his own sooner or later — though sooner is always preferable. Whatever time she could save him will mean a quicker decision.

      ”Social security number.” He echoes; though, on second thought, soon adds; “Recite it. Do not write it down.”

      She is, as he’s suspected, frightened. He cannot say he sympathizes. Murder is, and should be, an unpleasant business. The most that he is is appreciative of the lack of bollocks; she does not waste his time because she intends to - only because she does not know any better.

      Once she is done repeating the number, he takes a moment to run it through his mind until he has it memorized. Better this way. No need to rid oneself of evidence.

      ”You will be contacted in three days’ time.”

Three days? 

For a moment, she thinks that he means it will be over in three days, and she smiles, unable to think past the idea that by Wednesday, she’ll be free. But then she realises: he probably just means that he will have finished finding out what he needs to by then. The completed job will probably come much later. She’s quick to wipe the smile from her face, worried that he might mistake it for some kind of sick enjoyment rather than the relief it really is.

“I’m sorry, but I-- I have to ask.” She’s worried that the question will come across as rude, but she hopes that he will understand why she needs to voice it. He is a reasonable man, or at least he seems it. “He won’t know, will he? That you’re looking into him?”

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