more desperately than romantically

pip. 27. da pitt side blog. bluesyogurt on ao3 my main is ibrahim-mazur!

[stickwithme1]

just in case no one ever heard it yet. here's the "stick with me" aka my namesake and it's the red sauce that makes me go crazy and hurt others and myself

(i believe there was a script transcription that showed he was saying it to mel but i haven't found it yet)

[cardi0myapathy]

The Last Great American Rock Star (Part 13)

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[cardi0myapathy]

The Last Great American Rock Star (Part 14)

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[cardi0myapathy]

The Last Great American Rock Star (Part 15)

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[audreyvoilax]

Jagged vacance, thick with ice

But I could see for miles, miles, miles

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[rosenfinchzz]

I forgot to post this drawing :)

[stemelwithme]

@kingdonmicrofic day 25: overwhelm | 488/488 | college au | cw: accidental injury, glass child mel, melmisery

Mel was twelve when she decided she would attend the University of Pennsylvania.

It was a sensible dream. Penn was an Ivy, which meant, according to her teacher, she could “live up to her potential.” It was close enough for her to go home by car, train, bus, or plane, so she could visit as much as she wanted. Becca would come with her, obviously, since she knew that they wouldn’t want to be separated. Philly was a big city; it would have plenty of programs for Becca.

The biggest draw was, of course, Penn’s history. It was one of the oldest colleges in the country, founded by Benjamin Franklin, who Mel had been obsessed with since fourth grade. She checked book after book out of the library about him, starting with the books for kids but quickly graduating to books she could only read with a dictionary by her side.

There was a lot to learn about Benjamin Franklin. Mel liked how funny he was, even if she could only understand half of his jokes. She admired how he cared about fairness. She was upset to learn that he had owned slaves early in his life, but she respected that he changed his mind after learning more and became an outspoken abolitionist. She really liked that he published under a female pen name and defended the amount of work women did.

Mel didn’t apply Early Decision to Penn because she couldn’t risk committing without the financial aid offer, but she submitted her app in October anyway. She applied to the University of Pittsburgh, too, and their rolling admissions meant she had one acceptance under her belt before December.

As senior year progressed, it was clearer and clearer how overwhelmed Becca was by the prospect of Mel moving away and leaving her behind. Becca had been excited about CITY Connection, looking forward to the cool partnerships and opportunities, but she started regressing in January. She stopped talking. She barely ate. She only wanted to watch YouTube on her iPad.

The day Mel got into Penn should have been the happiest day of her life. It was the culmination of everything she’d worked towards for years. Instead, she ended the night in the ER, holding Becca’s hand as she got the glass she’d thrown on the floor removed from her feet.

It was easy to tell everyone that she picked Pitt because she got a full ride. She took down the red and blue pennant in her room. Replaced it with blue and yellow.

At first, Pitt was fine. Just fine.

She ignored her mom’s worried looks. Grinned when Becca started talking again. Cried the minute she was alone in her dorm room.

She finally made her peace with Pitt the first time they kissed. It was fumbling and awkward, mostly because she couldn’t stop smiling.

In the end, Penn had nothing on Pitt: Penn didn’t have Frank Langdon.

[stickwithme1]

Rules: Shuffle your “on repeat” playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people

tagged by the wonderful @cynicscene <3 thank you! ily!

all eyes on me (outtakes version), bo burnham

2. i know the end, phoebe bridgers

3. the summoning, nerdy prudes must die (musical)

4. la vida era más corta, milo j

5. begged, olivia rodrigo

6. the hand, annabelle dinda

7. all them horses, noah kahan

8. dan, noah kahan

9. no quiero estar acá, lo quiero ya (musical)

10. stupid, lizzy mcalpine

tagging but no pressure!! @mateo-diaz @boundtotheforest @coffeealwayshelps @margathings @captainscurvyisajoke and whoever else wants to partake. i want to know what you guys are listening to <3

[xskywalker21]

MDNI

he looks like he works with his hands

[stickwithme1]

i do want to start tagging certain posts that have nudity or nsfw headcanons with certain tags so people can avoid them if necessary but i believe??that tagging things flat out as nsfw/nudity/etc makes tumblr immediately put a mature label on it so does anyone know an alternative?

[stickwithme1]

im a strong mel also calls frank baby truther. like it's not all the time but that man is her baby.

[melsglasses]

kingdon as ophelia and hamlet doodle this afternoon

[pansiesandposies]

@kingdonmicrofic Day 24: Premiere (304) WARNINGS: age gap, power dynamics, implied infidelity

It’s a little… controversial, at first. The sort of thing that people think is just to stir up buzz about the movie. Rumours that start trickling out of the set of Today, Tomorrow. How close the director seems to be with one of the leads. Chemistry that might be happening behind the scenes, rather than in front of the camera. Jealousy sparking in real life. There’s a good amount of people who write it off. At this point, Mel King is a respected director. She’s been in the business for years, worked her way up how people used to. She’s thought of as sweet, refined. People say that in her forties, her movies are only gaining a new level of depth. It’s hard to believe she’d risk the controversy of going after Hollywood’s new golden boy. Frank Langdon is hot— hot headed, attractive, and selling movie tickets like they’re going out of style. At 26 he’s already been in and out of rehab, worked his way back into the public’s favour, and married a pop-princess. It’s hard to believe that he would throw all that away, too. But then, at the premiere, Frank’s wife is nowhere to be found. His ring finger is empty, even if his arm isn’t. Instead, he’s accompanied by the director, both of them blushing like teenagers as they take pictures and speak to the press. The only answer given when they’re asked about their relationship is a small smile and something half baked about what an honour it is to work with someone so talented. All that to say, when pictures emerge a year later of Mel King with an engagement ring in the same week the paparazzi manage to get a picture of the initials MK tattooed on Frank’s collarbone, it isn’t much of a surprise to anyone.

[tackycardiaa]

Day 24: Premiere

@kingdonmicrofic - july 24 - wc: 432 - cw: implied future sexual content

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"This is it! Oh my gosh! Look, look! Ugh, you're not looking!"

And yes, Langdon should look at the television in front of him, but Mel's hands forcibly twisting his chin towards the screen is just a bit—okay, a lot—more interesting. Her fingers have become a lot more familiar with his body lately, whether she realizes what she’s doing to him or not. Yesterday he swore her pinky tapped his during rounds, and he’d felt the lingering warmth of it the rest of the day.

Then, earlier this morning, a reporter had interviewed her outside the hospital doors about the nursing shortage. A giddy smile had been plastered across her face ever since, and whenever their paths crossed, she found a chance to tell him about it, repeating the same details, but he didn't mind. For one, she was so cute when she went all starry-eyed, but she also grabbed his arm as she did it.

He finally got so worked up over it that his mouth got ahead of his brain and asked if she wanted someone to watch her “big premiere” with. And, God, her delighted laugh filled him with something embarrassingly arousing.

He hasn't been able to stop staring at her since she'd let him into her apartment. She's in danger of being kissed if she doesn't drop her hands soon—especially now that she seems to be using his jaw as part of a stim, running her fingers over his stubble as her gaze remains fixed on the screen. It feels very good.

"Oh my gosh! That's me!" she squeals as the segment begins, squeezing his face, and Langdon restrains himself because she deserves to watch what she's been waiting to watch all day without interruption.

His eyes flick between the Mel on screen and the Mel still stroking his jaw. The TV version recites exactly what Mel had told him she'd said—maybe, he's not really paying attention—and though it's only a ten second clip, it feels like she's been doing this to him forever.

When it concludes, she finally looks at him, and he smirks as she realizes her hand placement.

"Oh, um—I—I'm sorry."

"Don't be, superstar," he says, and she blushes so hard, so fucking adorably, that his hands cover hers, keeping her there.

She swallows, and then she rubs his face one more time while holding eye contact.

“You can touch other parts of me,” he whispers, voice cracking, “If it helps.”

Her fingers slide to his neck, and then to his chest.

They go even lower a little later.

[kingdonspirits]

@kingdonmicrofic • Day 24: Premiere • 179/179 • Rated: T

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for @langdonmels happy birthday babes 🥳🥳🥳

[kingdonagegap]

premiere, words: 585

it guy frank, stalking, no need to read the other part but it's here, sexual content, frank is a real weirdo here, the premiere is mel's as in she's his new fave porn star @kingdonmicrofic @kingdonmacrofic

Looking back, Frank didn’t even need to try that hard.

He remembers that first time they had met vividly, mostly because Mel was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen in real life. He also remembers the way she stuttered, and how red her face got as he explained what he would do with her computer and when she can pick it up tomorrow morning.

And if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s recognizing a pattern.

Mel came in because she was missing a key, or she was messing around with a zip file, or she had another harmless virus. She called sometimes too, and he talked her through it, his cock hard in his jeans.

He took a risk during the most recent call. He emailed her a program and had her install and run it. It allowed Frank to click around on her laptop as if it were his own. The thrill of it gave him goosebumps and after clearing the virus and making sure everything was running good, he barely lasted a second once he hung up before he was taking himself out of his pants.

Often, he liked to check in and turn the webcam on. Most days, Mel was studying, her cute eyebrows furrowed as she typed and read and deleted and read. Sometimes, she was playing browser games, tongue between her lips as she clicked around. If she noticed her webcam was ever on, she never showed it.

He likes to look through her documents, because she’s so smart. He could spend hours reading papers she’s written. She has a small folder of family photos, and baby photos. Her and another girl, a sister he assumes correctly. His favorite pastime recently has been looking through her browser history. 

Wikipedia articles, neocities sites, vintage mugs on ebay, and Canvas make up most of it at first look.

Blonde Schoolgirl BRED by Hung Ta, Virgin SURPRISED by Nerdy Best Friend, Girl next door corrupted by loser scumbag, and XXX-tra credit! Blonde slut gets the good grade are a few scrolls down. 

He feels his face flush red as he clicks on those ones. He’s serious when he says he’s never watched porn, his imagination and animated girls has always been enough for him. It might be more appealing to him now, he thinks as he sees the actors. Petite blondes being fucked roughly by dark haired guys with glasses. 

When he opens the webcam, he thanks a God he doesn’t believe in because what the fuck.

Mel, sweet Mel, good girl Mel, is on his screen, rubbing her soaking cunt (he can see her wet fucking panties in the shitty webcam) on a bunny plushie. She’s whining into the sheets, her hands clenching and unclenching in the blankets, his poor baby is crying as her hips stutter against the fabric.

Frank wishes he was there, pressing his cock into her. She’s so goddamn tiny, he knows he’d have to stretch her wide just to fit him inside of her, but she’d probably enjoy the pain.

He watches, open mouth, and palming his cock as she rubs to completion, coming with a stream of please please please please out of her mouth, Frank.

Hissing as he takes himself out of his boxers, he wonders if she cries every time she masturbates, how many times she’s come saying his name, wonders what she’d do if he showed up right then to give her what she wanted-

He makes a mess of himself.

[coffeealwayshelps]

@kingdonmicrofic | july 24 | prompt: premiere | 473 words

cw: sexual content

Now

“Frank, get in here! It’s going to start!”

“No, wait, pause it! I’m almost done!”

“I’m not going to pause it! It starts in two minutes!”

For their most recent date night, Frank brought up the possibility of going to the Grand Concourse Restaurant, a premier dining destination in Pittsburgh. It was housed in a stunning building, with historical architecture. It was a lovely idea, but Mel had a different idea for date night, one that also involved a premiere and something historical.

A new documentary, created by a Pittsburgh resident, about the Whiskey Rebellion. The premiere of the documentary was something of a big deal among locals, especially if they enjoyed history, like Mel and Frank did. Fort Pitt was holding an event that weekend, one that the creator of the documentary was going to speak at. Mel and Frank were planning on attending.

For now, they were going to have a date night in to watch the two-hour documentary, with take out from their favorite local diner and specially seasoned popcorn that Frank had spent the past twenty minutes making.

“Frank!”

“Okay! I’m here, I’m here.” Frank jogged into the living room with a giant bowl of popcorn in his arms. It did smell really good, Mel had to hand it to him. And it was very sweet that he wanted them to have a special snack for their viewing. A little waterfall of popcorn kernels spilled over the side of the bowl and fell to the floor, and Frank cursed before stooping to scoop them up and shove them into his mouth.

Laughing, Mel exclaimed, “Frank!”

“What?” He grinned. “Five second rule.” He plopped down on the couch next to Mel, pulling her into his arms so he could drop a kiss to her temple. “Did I miss anything?”

“No, you came just in time.” Mel snuggled further into his arms. “It’s just about to start.”

They very seriously watched the first half of the premiere, paying attention to every detail. Mel even took notes on what she found to be most interesting. It wasn’t long before she got distracted by Frank’s hand on her thigh, though. He wasn’t even really doing anything—his hand was just resting there, like he needed to touch her, his thumb occasionally stroking her.

Mel was the one who kissed him first. They shoved the food and their notebooks and the remotes aside, and Mel pressed Frank back against the couch cushions as she straddled him. Frank’s hands slid up her back and he easily stripped her shirt off.

“You sure?” Frank teased. “We do want to go to the talk on Saturday, after all.”

Mel slid down Frank’s body, tugging his sweatpants down. She took his hard cock in her hand and mouthed at the tip. “Don’t worry. We’ll find it on streaming.”