#aeipathisms

[rebellmade]

@aeipathisms | continued from here

Murphy stood in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Dallas look through his cupboards with an amused expression on his face. His smile only grew when the man admitted defeat, practically begging him for some food. Bingo. "Well...I did just go shopping the other day...and I so happened to buy those disgusting nuts you apparently can't live without." Murphy had tried a handful one time when Dallas and offered and ew, no thank you. But he made sure to keep some stocked in his kitchen at all times. Just in case. This seemed to be one of those times. Straightening up, Murphy jerked his head in the direction of his apartment. "Come on over. Mi casa es su casa and all that jazz." With that he headed out of Dallas' apartment and back into his own. He'd gladly let the man raid his kitchen if it meant hearing good music coming from his place.

[spacecour]

𝙝𝙚    𝙜𝙤𝙩    𝙩𝙤𝙤    𝙛𝙖𝙧,    𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙    𝙨𝙤    𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝.    and    before   you    even    truly    thought    about    it,    he    was    lying    on    the    ground    in    a    pool    of    his    own    blood.    which...    if    you    look    back    you    could    remember    john    helping    you,    and    then    the    buyer    had    stopped    moving.    truly    you    know    he    had    it    coming,    asked    too    much,    hell    you’re    still    barely    dressed.    which    is    why    you    move    to    the    bathroom,    and    putting    on    a    bathrobe.    at    least    covered    for    now.    this    is    mechanical,    thinking    critically    and    not    emotionally,    ❝  we    have    to    hide    the    body,    and    create    an    alibi,    quickly.  ❞

                                               @aeipathisms​:    plotted    starter.

[nowat-shesdaylight]

         It was such a typical John response, one that sent a smile across her lips and a lighthearted laugh passed them.  It was such a relief, really - every day she’d pay him a visit.  Sit by him, talk to him as though he’d actually respond.  When he finally started to wake up, it felt like they had another second chance.  Like he had another second chance.  “Alright, alright.  Technically, yeah.  Still worried me to no end when you weren’t awake,” she added.  “How’re you feeling?”

@aeipathisms / from here.

[sororanimarum-archive]

❝ Will there be refreshments? ❞ | murphy @ cora

Cora walked with confidence, still sensing the other’s presence just a few steps behind her.  He reminded her of a little lost puppy, not that she really minded it.  “That depends on what kind of refreshments you like, love,” she mused as she lightly peered over her shoulder to look in his direction.  Her steps paused, so that she could turn to face him; head cocked lightly to the side, crimson lips pursed as she gave him a once over.  “”Which, it would be helpful if you actually let me know what you like instead of alluding to it.”

i can’t remember which meme this is from / @aeipathisms​

[eternallybellamy]

@aeipathisms| plotted starter.

In the six months since Dallas and Murphy had started leaving their apartment doors open, Murphy had gone over to the other man's apartment to change the music more times than he could count. The guy just didn't have good taste. Like, at all. At first Murphy had yelled at him across the way. When Dallas hadn't responded to that, Murphy had resorted to flinging notes into the other's doorway, hoping he'd get the hint. And when that had failed, Murphy had simply walked into Dallas' apartment and plugged in his own iPod, or logged into his Spotify account. Dallas was back at it today with the crappy music. Murphy, wearing only a pair of shorts and low-cut tank top because it was hot as hell, walked across the hall and leaned in Dallas' doorway, arms crossed over his chest. "Dude, my ears are about to start bleeding. How many hints does it take until you realize your taste in music absolutely sucks?"

[forbaes-a]

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featuring  john  murphy  (  @aeipathisms  )

[thclcstgirl]

it doesn’t feel like you care. // murphy

Meme things || accepting !!

She paused, her face falling for a moment before she tried to rearrange her features into something more- no, something less- something less readable. It was her default defense mechanism. Don’t show emotion, don’t show how you’re feeling, don’t let them know they affected you. And even now, even though she wanted to keep the hurt in her expression, wanted him to know she cared, she couldn’t stop the instinct. 

“I… get that a lot.” She admitted softly, avoiding his eyes. “People I care about usually leave so I just,” she shrugged uncomfortably, “try not to show it, like… maybe they won’t leave then or- or it won’t hurt as much, y’know?” She watched the toe of her boot scuff at the ground, unable to lift her eyes to him to see his response to her admittance. 

[nowat-shesdaylight]

         She’d sat in the waiting room at the office for what seemed like forever, to the point where she was actually convinced that time had stopped.  Forever.  She’d taken her hair out of the braid she began the day in, beginning to fidget and twirl her hair between her fingers and, thankfully, her name was called.  She was starting a new life, for the time being.  A new life, one that sounded similar to the one she was supposed to have.  The one that was torn from her from a young age by the family’s nanny; Gothel raised her as her own.  Told her there wasn’t any use in branching out, in meeting people.  It was only when she had recurring dreams that the pieces fell together like a puzzle.

         From the moment she was driven in the car by her case-worker to the moment she opened the door to her new home, Rapunzel Carter was, for now, no more.   From the moment she stepped inside she was Eloise Brooks.  Her once lower back length hair was now shoulder length ( to her dismay ).  Hesitantly, she stepped inside and looked around her new, hopefully temporary, home.  

         Her case worker spoke with the other individual already inside - she supposed it was another person’s.  Maybe connected with her case.  As they spoke with themselves, probably going over details, Rapunzel - Eloise - walked further into the home.  “Oh, I--  I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” she said after a small jump, a hand over her heart.  “I guess I was just too busy admiring everything.”

@aeipathisms / plotted starter.