#*rp things

[captainstales]

she’s scary and broken and he loves her – or he would, if she would let him.

there’s a lot of things she won’t let him do. so many he’s beginning to lose count.

some rules ( wipe your feet when you come in, don’t eat the flowers on the windowsill ) are easy to follow – although he still complains about them, because he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t. others ( don’t hold her hand, don’t kiss on the lips, don’t leave any marks, and god, never ever spend the night ) are hard.

he wasn’t made to fit into the confines of someone else’s directions. he’s wild and untamable and the literal goddamn force of nature and he cannot be stopped.

but he does.

for her.

he wants to be good enough for her – wants it so badly that it hurts, and he can feel it coursing through his veins, vibrating through his body, and when he reaches a hand out to touch her ( fighting himself to be so fucking light, afraid he’ll scare her away, as it’s the only thing he’s ever truly been good at ) his hands are shaking.

she lets him touch her, a soft smile gracing her lips. lets him breathe in her hair ( always flowers, unlike him, who usually smells like moss and fresh earth but mostly like weed ), lets him kiss down her neck, hold her close for a few hours.

she closes her eyes, and deep down he knows that she’s not here with him. not on this bed, not in this apartment, not even on this earth. she’s far underground, deeper than anyone can stand. anyone that is, except for her and the man she dreams about.

he pretends it doesn’t sting when she whispers his name.

when it’s over, he leaves. slips on his shoes and grabs his jacket before making for the exit. she doesn’t ask where he goes, and he’s grateful. he doesn’t need to see the pity in her eyes.

when he’s halfway out the door she stops him, reaching up on her tiptoes to leave a light kiss on his cheek and the words are there, right on the tip of his tongue like always, threatening to spill out past his lips. he reels them in with a tight-lipped smile, and then he is gone.

he never tells her that he looked for her after she left.

[captainstales]

THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE | listen.

when you never say i love you.

IS THERE SOMEWHERE | FOOLS | SHADOW PREACHERS | DRIVE | THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE | PREY | HEARTS WITHOUT CHAINS | DUG MY HEART | GOOD INTENTIONS

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TXT UR EX | listen.

broken hearts break hearts.

WICKED GAMES | MARVINS ROOM | THINKIN BOUT YOU | GIRLS LIKE YOU | HEARTBEAT | HOTLINE BLING | U&I | SEMI DETACHED | THE HILLS | POWER TRIP | ONE LAST TIME | HOLD ON WE’RE GOING HOME

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have courage. be kind. || where there is kindness, there is goodness. and where there is goodness, there is magic.

[listen on 8tracks]

[captainstales]

so, lost princess, huh?” (tell me they’re lying) “that’s--that’s what everyone’s saying.” (i wish that i could) “oh, well if everyone’s saying it then it must be true.” (i don’t want you to go) “i guess so...but i don’t really think i’m princess material.” (then tell me to stay) “are you kidding? you charmed the pants off a bunch of dangerous thugs, you’re not gonna have any problem with stuffy royalty.” (you deserve more than me) “i don’t know. what if i say the wrong thing? or use the wrong spoon? or dance the wrong way or--or--” (i don’t want any more) “hey hey hey, listen rapunzel, you’ve got nothing to worry about. you’re a lot stronger than you think you are--and i’ve got the bumps on my head to prove it.” (i can’t hold you back) “i think you’re just being nice.” (please don’t say goodbye) “blondie, when am i ever nice?” (i have to let you go) “you know, i guess you can’t really call me blondie, anymore.” (i don’t want this to end) “rapunzel, you’ll always be blondie to me.” (i love you) “as long as i can still call you eugene.” (i love you, too)

things you didn’t say at all || flondie

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dead people don’t have friends. dead people don’t worry about their family. dead people don’t give a shit about anything. but simba is alive. he knows he’s alive because his knuckles are hardened over in a dark red that matches the stain on the floor he’s never worked up the nerve to ask about and there’s a sharp throbbing in his hands that hasn’t faded from the night before. he knows he’s alive because he can feel the tremors going through his arms as he fights to sit still, sit forward, be dead be dead be dead. he knows he’s alive because he can hear his heartbeat drumming in his ears, loud enough to cause a headache but not loud enough to cover the noises coming from the only other room in the house. he hears shit getting knocked over, followed by muffled swearing, and then what sounds like a hair dryer going on and off a few times. if this were anything else he would’ve smiled. 5 minutes later. 5 years later. he’s really not sure. but kovu comes out of the bedroom. his hair is perfectly messy, his shirt is free of stains, which is a miracle in itself, and he’s pacing back and forth like he’s nervous. be dead be dead be dead be dead be dead. “uhhh, hey simba i gotta get goin’. i’ve got, um--” simba cracks a smile. do dead people smile? the effort it takes tells him no. “yeah yeah, i know buddy. get outta here.” kovu almost smiles, a visible weight off his shoulders as he stuffs his hands in his pockets and heads for the door. simba turns away. he closes his eyes. dead people don’t see. he holds his breath. dead people don’t breathe. he bites his lip. dead people don’t talk. but simba is alive. “hey, kovu!” the boy turns back, eyebrows raised like he’s expecting what comes next. “don’t, um. i mean. just--” kovu claps a hand on his shoulder. he feels it in his bones like an aftershock. “i know, man.” simba watches him go this time, out the door and into his car. keep her safe. keep her happy. tell her i’m sorry. tell her i’m dead.

liberosis: the desire to care less about things.

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ღ mel/kiara

who’s the first to wake up in the morning: they usually wake up around the same time. every once in a while, though, mel will drag them both out of bed really really early to watch the sun rise on the beach before crawling back into bed for a few extra hours of shut eye.

who’s the one to make breakfast: kiara (because honestly mel should not be allowed anywhere near an oven) but nothing too fancy. they usually just have cereal.

who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: i don’t know if either would do that unless it was for a joke. i don’t really see them being too into a lot of cute relationship-y stuff.

who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: mel as a joke, but kiara would be serious about it.

who suggests they both ditch work and lay around all day: i think kiara would suggest it & mel would be like “oh no. we couldn’t. that’s terrible. responsibilities.” and then snuggle them both back under the covers.

who chooses the movies: they both do. mel sits through terrible awful scary movies for ki (she really only picks them bc mel will bury her face in her shoulder when she gets scared) if and only if kiara watches superhero movies with her.

who initiates kissing during the movie, thus distracting the other from the movie altogether: i think probably kiara in the beginning when she was the brave one & mel was 2 awkward 2 function. as they got more comfortable with each other, though, they both do it.

who orders lunch: whoever’s feeling the least lazy probably.

who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: kiara, mostly because she’s just a very share-y person & her family never really had any boundaries about that stuff.

who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a fully tummy: mel, usually. she has a habit of eating too much junk food & then passing out. kiara thinks it’s cute, but she also totally has an album in her phone dedicated to embarrassing pictures of mel sleeping. one time she fell asleep with her hand still in the back of cheetos. ki’s gonna turn it into a t shirt one day.

who distracts the other from trying to work at home: mel, but usually not even on purpose. kiara will be trying to get through some dumb royal thing for sarabi when she’ll hear mel yelling & lightsaber sfx coming from the living room & it’s really hard to resist a round of lego star wars w/ your girlfriend.

who asks to get ice cream like a 5 year old: kiara

who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: mel, after pushing kiara’s cone on her face

who makes a sexual joke about dripping ice cream onto the other’s face: kiara

who cooks dinner: they order out ok they’re smarter than this.

who cleans up in the kitchen afterwards: they’d probably play a round of mario kart & the loser has to clean the kitchen.

who stays up until 2 reading: i don’t think either of them read very much.

who stares at their partner while they sleep: i think kiara.

who kisses their partner while they sleep: mel