#compelamaserati

[dxpoitiers]

☺

i swear to god i didn’t cry

[dxpoitiers]

♫

My favorite poem is one that my dear friend Lyndi wrote a while back for an assignment in school. 

The link to the poem is here.

[compassiant-blog]

          ❛   grab a stick, donovan ----- you are going down.   ❜

[dxpoitiers]

i just want everyone to be aware that compelamaserati and i were skyping while i was in my bath bc i was telling her about the day from hell i had and also explaining how slippery my bath was and at one point i accidentally flashed her and now we’ve agreed to take our friendship one titty at a time

[mckiiinnon]

compelamaserati

      “ -- I’m wearing this IRONICALLY -- okay ?? Also -- it’s laundry day. Also, it looks REALLY cute with these jeans -- shut up.” 

[dxpoitiers]

& :))

Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

“ How’d you get that one? ”                                 Matt’s voice washed over her as he traced a scar along her bare back, one that curled along her side and ended somewhere just east of her navel. It was UGLY –– there was no way around that. Gnarled and twisted, it cast a shadow on her skin and marred the curve of her side. “ Oh. That, ” Bash sighed, propping herself up on her elbows and reaching up to sweep her long dark hair over the opposite shoulder. BALANCING her weight on her left elbow, she lifted her side up just enough so he could see how far the scar ran, and then rested herself back on her stomach, the coarse sheets of his bed scratching her bare skin. “ I’ve found that men so RARELY pick on someone their own size, ” she informed him softly, without a trace of anger in her voice. “ And I didn’t even PROVOKE this one. ” Running a hand through the roots of her hair, Bash dropped her head a bit as she turned to meet Matt’s eyes in the candlelight before continuing. “ When the Portuguese were here, do you REMEMBER? Father sent me out to dispatch troops for Francis and Mary, but Tomas knew I was coming, and sent men to AMBUSH me. They struck me with a –– ” she paused, reminiscing. “ Actually, I think it was an axe, because … anyway, it knocked me off my horse. I managed to put an arrow in his throat, but another one got me, here, ” Bash said, pointing out another mark on her shoulder. “ And after that it was just an effort to get back on my horse and ESCAPE. Nostradamus did what he could, but there’s not much VANITY to be preserved when you had to ride back fifty leagues holding your insides inside your own body. ” Rolling onto her side, her scar now fully EXPOSED, Bastienne shoved his shoulder gently until Matt was on his back, and hovered over him. “ But let’s not talk of Tomas and his DARKNESS. I am alive, and you are here, and that is what matters. ”

[loveisaviolence1]

✕ ░ ❛ compelamaserati​

                    his heart is thrumming THRUMMING THRUMMING underneath your fingertips, &  it’s here in these moments where the two of you BLEND in with the rest of the world so seamlessly that you fear you might ruin him in the very special way only your LOVE can manage ( you are still looking behind you ; you are still waiting WAITING WAITING to see your brother’s shadow make itself known to you. not that it matters, of course, you just can’t help yourself --- and yours is a LOVE older and more enduring than that of the mother’s who froze all of her children so she would never again have to B U R Y them. ) when the thrum of it sputters, however, she thinks he might RUIN her, instead --- and how he could ruin her here, in in a way that would be both irrevocably ORDINARY and incredibly EXTRAORDINARY.             ❛ come on, love, you need not be so gentle. with me. ❜

                 his G E N T L E N E S S, however, is an art form she has not previously encountered. she has only ever really had nik, after all, who is many things : passionate and unyielding and an inferno in of himself --- but never GENTLE. ( except when he’s about to leave her ! ) it’s endlessly fascinating, really, and she can’t help but let a hand wrap around his wrist with a gentleness to rival his own, and lean in close, so that her lips hover just above his.                                                 ❛ where to next, darling ? ❜

[dxpoitiers]

this just in y’all: tessa and i just spent five minutes laughing over ‘otp: smol and tol’ so there’s that