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@90smagicalboy​

❝Really—?!❞ Whoops, didn’t mean to sound that surprised. Wasn’t expecting that answer, though. He was braced for a sarcastic remark really, nothing incredibly honest. But, his own reaction aside, Virote was glad that Nooj gave him a satisfying answer. More than satisfying, even. Looked like Nooj considered him beautiful for a long time.

As Nooj seemed to part from his work, Virote made the best of an open opportunity. Hey, like he did with everything else, he made way to shoot his shot! So, he slid from the desk and onto Nooj’s lap. Couldn’t straddled him. Wanted to. The risk of someone walking in was a bit too much for him, unfortunately. Maybe, later that night. When it was just the two of them in a more discreet location.

He crossed his legs, arms looping around the others neck as he leaned in to touch noses. And, almost on accident, lips brushing over his very gently. Lightly bumping foreheads, Virote then pulled away. Only a couple of inches. ❝You were always prettier than everyone else, too. Like, to me. When you came back, you really knocked me out. I thought it was almost unfair. I was surprised I could see your face so clearly, ‘cause you’re so tall!❞ A laugh, followed by a stolen kiss. Just one. That’s all he needed. ❝Always said to myself, god dammit, I’m too ugly to even stand near him. You’re lucky I like you. I’d be stupidly envious, otherwise.❞

       nooj chuckled slightly and shook his head at virote's reaction. he didn't expect the truth would catch the other so off guard but it was amusing none the less, if not a little sad. perhaps he'd take the time to remind him more often. 

       nooj should have returned to work with that particular conversation seemingly over but he watched virote another minute. watched as he moved himself from the desk and found a far better seat on nooj's lap. nooj was very much okay with this, at least judging by the slight smile on his face. he placed one hand over virote's lap and the other ( machina ) was left to the desk. he kept silent and listened, scoffing lightly with furrowed brows, and once again shaking his head. now he was pretty? though any comment he thought of making about it had been stolen by a quick kiss. 

      ❛ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘... 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄. ❜ he pauses a moment. ❛ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇. 𝐀 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐓. ❜ he chuckles.

       ❛ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘. 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒. 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓. 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓...❜ he said, feigning sadness. his hand moved from virote's lap momentarily and gave his own cheek a backhanded stroke (accompanied by a heavy sigh ). he spared himself a quick laugh.

[dxsole]

✨ post 9 albums that remind you of your muse, then tag 9 people to do the same.

Aftermath by The Rolling Stones / Blue Hawaii by Elvis Presley / Bad Girls by Donna Summer / Jump Around by House of Pain / Fashion Nugget by Cake / Spiceworld by Spice Girls / The DNC by The DNC / Mama’s House by Push Baby / The Click by AJR

✨ TAGGED BY: @90smagicalboy​ // Donny is a modge podge of his dad’s music, pop stars, frathouse bops, and existential loathing with a good beat! ✨ TAGGING: Anyone who wants it~!!!!

[warsclute]

90smagicalboy liked your post “UMU. STARTER CALL! ”

 “I HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING YOU HAVE ASKED FOR, LIMITED PRODUCTS FROM ITALY, WILL YOU NOW TALK TO ME OR DOES THE BOY NEED MORE PRADA?”

[clawstm]

(  @90smagicalboy​ said --- springtime! poppies and tulips and lavender and lilies of all sorts!  )

         “ ...oh. ” 

         a gentle touch brushes across a mop of messy hair, flower petals brushing against the wolf’s fingertips. what’s this? had he passed out in the field again? it wouldn’t be the first time, for sure. but when blue eyes sleepily wake he finds none other than vi of all people, dusting flowers across his hair. it almost seems like a dream. the veil between reality and his dreams coming to pass. but the petals feel soft in his hands. this is real. 

         “ did i...pass out? ” a soft groan escapes him as he attempts to sit up, a few poppies falling to his shoulder. tired eyes shift to his lap which is now sprinkled with petals. where had he gotten these anyway? “ this is certainly a pleasant way to wake up. ” 

send ‘springtime!’ to pour flowers all over my muse’s head! || accepting.

[chegadesaudade]

Tieduprightnow - closed

@90smagicalboy​

The lights were dimmed, the bar was open, the sound check was complete, and... the club was empty. Of course. Could it be anything but empty, at 9:45 PM on a rainy Tuesday night? 

Two restaurants in this same block had been shuttered in as many weeks. Trash bags sat in the alley beside, yesterday’s pickup moved to tomorrow morning. Aside from the MUNI every twenty minutes, and the occasional car taking a Waze-directed shortcut... no one came through here anymore. Nor had they reason to, in this economy. 

As long as no one came, Totakeke wouldn’t charge the club a performance fee. If they weren’t making any money on drinks, it didn’t feel right to take money from them. Maybe a two-hour dress rehearsal with full sound, and a relatively early bedtime at 12:30 A.M. Maybe...

Oh.

The door opened.

The man seemed young, fashionable, lively - the very person who would go to a venue as this. He didn’t appear lost, or look like he just needed a restroom; he seemed to belong. And the je ne sais quoi about him... what was it? The blush on his cheeks? The twinkle in his eyes? He almost seemed as if he wasn’t there, more ethereal than tangible. Hmm.

But K.K. wasn’t here to sit, stare, wonder or ponder. He was here to perform. Without saying a single word of introduction, he picked up his guitar, laid his fingers on the fretboard, and began a performance of “Stale Cupcakes” for an audience of one.

[mjm56-a]

     majima  showed  the  item  forward  :      a    fat ,    peachy  bird  stuffed  toy  with  a  lime  hat  .      he  forgot what  the  toy  was  called  ,    but  it  was  nonetheless admittedly  QUITE  ADORABLE ,  much  to  the  tough-guy front  that  the  yakuza  was  so  fond  of  .    he  was  almost  at arms  length  ,  presenting  the  bird  to  the  shorter  man--    a gift  .    no  ,    he  wouldn’t  answer  to  where  he  got  it  from    (  the  day  he  admitted  he  was  lollygagging  in  the  arcade  in  front  of  the  UFO-CATCHER  was  the  day  he’d  die  )  .    just  accept  it  .      “    look  at  this  lil’  guy  ,    VI-CHAN  .    he’s  lookin’  fer  a  home  .    “      //  @90smagicalboy​​  /  🐍

[notevenjupiter]

🏁!!!

Test Drive - accepting!

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re telling me that you came to New Japan, wanting to have some fun, cause some mischief, and you associate yourself with the Bullet Club? The bloody Bullet Club??”

Zack scoffed, incredibly loudly.

“What a numpty. Srisati, darling, you’re as stupid as you are short - and you’re so short that Kanemaru, our old junior, could probably use you as an armrest. Bullet Club, hah! Bullet Club, my arse. What an absolute load of bollocks.”

He leaned forward, getting right into Vi’s face.

“I mean, do you even watch the telly? Have you been paying any attention? Any attention at all? Haven’t you noticed that every time you look at the Bullet Club, they’re always fighting each other? Look at what’s happened to every single leader of the Bullet Club. Devitt. Styles. Omega. They’ve all been betrayed, and beaten up, because the Bullet Club is nothing more than a cesspool of jealously and no talent. Let me tell you something. None of them - not even Sir Kenneth Omega, the supposed best bout machine - not a single one of them have the tekkers to beat me a one-on-one fight. None of them ever will. I’m the best British Heavyweight Champion of all time, and don’t you forget it, darling.”

[thedemonkingganon]

90smagicalboy replied to your post “He’s awake but at what cost?”

❝Well... It's Saturday. You could go back to bed.❞

“Not everyone has Saturdays off you know.”