#ft. david

[eizagzlz]

Superman! Hi there!! While I was trying to find something to watch on Netflix, I saw The Politician recommended. I remembered watching it when it first came out, and that was the first time I ever saw you. I got obsessed with the show… and with you. Then I saw you in Hollywood, and now you’re Superman. You really came to conquer this world, didn’t you? @davcorenswet

[fckaugust]

if you could only save one of your friends who passed, who would it be?

“ if i’m bein’ selfish, i’m savin’ mx. ” mx didn’t want to be saved, that much he knew. mx went out on his own terms, that much he knew. mx would likely overdose again, even if he did save him -- that much he knew. but he couldn’t help that awful, selfish desire for his friend who just... got it without it even having to be said to live, if even for just one more month. “ but if i’m goin’ on logic, i’m gonna save nina. she got so many people that love her and i know so many of those folks, and she was -- or is ? -- such this amazin’ light that we all need, y’know ? ” he missed her desperately, how light she could make him feel. and so did so many others. and she was taken without her decision -- god, she hadn’t even known her mother lived. “ wish i could say all of ‘em. none of ‘em deserved it -- ‘cept maybe david, but he wasn’t ever a friend. ”

@mxvirani @nina-heilig​

[fckjoey]

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[fckaugust]

is there anyone in darkwood that you wish you'd gotten to know better?

“ eddie, ” he answers with no hesitation, as if he’d been prepared for this question his entire life. “ fella actually wanted... this. ain’t know how, but greg and julie plumb fucked up. don’t think he coulda been the arson either... i saw how them mares acted ‘round david. no intuition’s better than a good ol’ mare -- ‘cept maybe a mule, but i don’t see them around this place much. ”

@eddietm​

[lizdunham]

ft . david dunham ( @dvnhams )

liz has a very specific routine when it comes to work days, from the outfit she picks out the night before to the coffee she gets on her commute to the courthouse. its very meticulous. briefcase in one hand, coffee in the other, she's going through every possible question she thinks the prosecution could ask. a high profile political client was bound to be interesting. the same music as always, the same dr. scholls as always, and... "motherfucker," a swarm of political commentators... among them her douchebag little brother.

she's not pulling him aside, that's unnecessary, there's a lot of them, of course, but they're all spaced out enough to where it's easy to talk to just david. a snap and a finger pointing in his face, "no, no, this is a disruptor free zone," she knows in her bones that it's very 'mom said it's my turn to deal with the stupid politicians' but she really doesn't care. high profile political case aside, one dunham in a space was MORE than enough.

[milaxkorshunova]

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[staceroberts]

clever like the devil but twice as pretty

aka stacie being a little shit and encouraging moving on from an ex in her own special way

Stacie had to get out of California, if not forever, for a temporary escape. What better place was there than Miami? Okay, so maybe she had to bunk in her grandma’s shitty trailer park while she was there. Still. She had the ocean, her surfboard, and Miami during Spring Break. She couldn’t have chosen better if she tried.

She knew it was going to be a good trip the moment she landed on that beach and experienced multiple points of interest; wet t-shirt contests (which she thought she might have to enter later), people grinding so tastelessly to shitty rap music that they may as well have been fucking in public, and the fights. Oh, the fights. She was smart enough to not get in the middle of them herself, but watching from afar? That she loved.

She was lucky enough to see one get really good. There was this huge group going off at two blondes, one who kept crying and the other who was practically ambushed then ran away. It was so fucking funny. She didn’t even have to know the story, watching it was like a car wreck you couldn’t look away from. 

That incident had been a few hours ago, but thinking on it had her starring at some guy a few yards down the beach from her. She vaguely remembered him, saying something that caused the blonde girl to start crying. A devilish smile perked up on her lips as she walked towards him. There had to be some interesting story there.

“Sad boy,” she called out, watching him look at her, behind his own shoulder and then back.

“Yeah. You. What’s your deal?”

He shrugged, taking a sloppy sip from the cup he was holding. That couldn’t have been his first from the way he acted.

“What’s my deal?”

“Are you deaf? Yes, that’s what I asked. I could see that pout from all the way near the volleyball net.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “Why would I tell you what my ‘deal’ is, random, bitchy stranger?”

“Maybe I’m a therapist who can make it better. Don’t be so quick to judge, pouty. None of the other seven dwarves from earlier seemed to help you, so what’s the harm?”

He seemed to recognize that his unfortunate event from earlier had spectators. Maybe it was the multiple beers, but he actually decided to take her up on her word.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I came here to surprise my girlfriend...well, ex-girlfriend,” he started to say, and Stacie felt her grin grow at the word ex. “Apparently she saw some weirdly angled photo on Instagram that made it look like I kissed another girl. So instead of talking to me about it, she went and kissed another guy. And now here we are.”

“Here we are,” she repeated back, biting down on her lip with a smile. God, this was fucking fantastic. Stacie couldn’t help but relish in the drama, especially when it wasn’t her own. “So, I guess the question that remains now is what are you going to do about it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how are you going to get back at her? You can’t let something like that just slide. She was supposed to be your girlfriend, and she did that to you? With no regard to your thoughts or feelings whatsoever?” Stacie had no idea what their history was, but in all honesty, she didn’t care. She just wanted to stir the pot, and this guy was soft. Too soft to not fall for her tricks. “If my boyfriend cheated on me, I’d want to cheat on him back but more. He kisses another girl? Fine. I’ll go make out with someone and let them grope my boobs. She deserves to be punished.”

“I...I don’t know,” he replied, his expression showing that he felt like he was way in over his head.

“Yes, you do, Pouty,” she suddenly said, her hands on his shoulders. “You loved her, and she betrayed you. It was like you meant nothing to her. Why should she walk away without any hurt?” She tilted her head to the side. “You look like a really nice guy. Hell, you probably are. You’re in Miami right now because you wanted to surprise her. So why don’t you, hmm? Really give her a surprise. Make her see what she did was wrong, and that you’re moving on to bigger and better things.” She took a daring step closer. “I’ll help you. I don’t mind making a good boy go bad.”

It was that step that practically had him in a trance. It wasn’t likely he’d be interested in this at all if it weren’t for the alcohol. However, he was drunk enough that Stacie’s giant eyes and persistence seemed to do the trick. It was only a half second thought before he dove in, his lips crashing urgently to hers.

She giggled upon impact but decided to make a show of it, moaning into his mouth after a few seconds. “Easy tiger,” she mewled, kissing him back with as much ferocity. “I’m not going anywhere. So show me how all of that makes you feel. Make me feel it, too.” 

Stacie felt herself being pushed, her back hitting the platform of some stage. There was nobody there right now, some band probably scheduled to do a performance there later. For now, it was just her and this boy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get the kiss deeper.

“Wait,” he pulled away for a second, looking at her. “W-what’s your name?”

“Who fucking cares?” she laughed, kissing him again but groaning as he cut her off once more.

“Please, I just...I want to have a name, just so I can say that this wasn’t fake.”

She starred at him, raising her brow before her smile turned devilish. “Fair enough. It’s Stacie. You?”

“David.”

“Sexy. Now shut up, David, and kiss me like your ex is watching.”

And so he did. He went in, hands sliding down to Stacie’s ass and pushing her as close to him as humanly possible. Just to raise the stakes, Stacie wrapped her legs around him. She muffled a laugh against his lips as he picked her up, hips hitting against his.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, and she couldn’t help but smirk.

“Trust me, baby,” she stroked a hand against his cheek. “God’s not who you’re gonna be dealing with after this is over.”

[sarcastrxphics]

MFK - Melanie: Mia, Gustave, David

I feel like the only one knowing what I need from those would be Gustave. But looks can be deceiving, right?