#girldoom

[prozacharie]

@girldoom asked: "Your eyes… They've seen things." jesse!

"Uh, yeah. No shit. It's what eyes are for." Jesse knew he looked exhausted, but he'd almost always rather not address why -- this being one of those times. He's lost track of the days, but for most of them his home has been filled with strangers, yet the ongoing party that everyone else had seemed to be enjoying hasn't been enough to bring him out of the numbed state he's fallen into. He wonders if he'll ever come back from it. ... He rolls his eyes, sinks back into the couch and fixes his eyes towards the ceiling so that his gaze doesn't have to meet hers. "Don't you have something better to do? Party's been over for hours, you can go."

[vampyrvalley]

If landing yourself in a pile of shit day in and day out were an Olympic sport, Richie fucking Jerimovich would hold the gold. The kitchen was in shambles and orders were flying in from all directions. Carm was a hair's breath away from getting an original beef 100% lean knuckle sandwich if he kept pressing his buttons, and the crowning cherry on top of this epically shit day was being blocked in by some chick on street parking. @girldoom was not intimidated by his attitude when he first asked her to move her vehicle.

you’re not making this easier on yourself.

Richie cranked down his driver's side window and wore the weight of his no-good day all over his face. "Listen, hon, I don't believe or live my life by going at things halfway, so if it's necessarily to put myself into a tight spot to get my way, I'm gonna do it. You know why? Because there's no other way. So get your ass back in your car and move so I can get the fuck out of here! Please! Thank you! Fuck you!" He brought his open palms down on his steering wheel then hit the horn of his car a couple of times to bring home his point. "Fuck me!" he hissed to himself. The worst fucking day...

[h-a-unted]

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending . in-ho from @girldoom 's valerie

"Pretending," he repeats as if it were a new word he has just heard for the first time. Keeping his eyes on her, he feigned innocence as he usually would, calmly spending just a little more time to reply.

"What exactly are you tired of? What am I pretending to do?" Though he asks and initially seems to be waiting for her to speak, he shakes his head lightly, seemingly apologetic in demeanor, eyes softening.

"Well, whatever it is, I apologize for making you uncomfortable." His response is exactly the opposite of her request on purpose. In a way, he wants to push her further, see how far she goes – how much she knows.

[eurosleaz]

VALERIE LANE: can i smoke in here?

" sure. do what you want. does it look like i care if you smoke or not? " her own cigarette hangs from the corner of her mouth, an effort to find her lighter underneath the stacks of paper. sadie mumbles a few choice curse words under her breath before giving a there you are, fuckhead, fishing the white lighter from its hiding place. " sorry, val. that was a little mean of me. i've just been looking for this little fucker for hours. go ahead and smoke. ashtray's right there next to you. "

a pause, the silence broken by the click of her lighter.

" — need a light? " @girldoom

[c0mpositeur]

♡♡♡ mwah

i love sillygoofy humor to the point where i always end up thinking, "i'm sure these people think i'm boring / not funny at all". like. bad jokes are my jam

i had a pride flag tied to on one of my bags and this one time at the grocery store someone said to me, "omg are you a girl scout?" while pointing at said pride flag

UPDATE: I MISSED ONE LMAO i like doodling when i'm bored. awful doodles though

[c0mpositeur]

" do you remember how it used to be ? " from val !

he wallows in remembrance, caught red-handed by the corner of his bedroom window. at the top of a parisian building he got the loveliest of views — in the midst of them, an abandoned cabaret. the shell of the red windmill, & tethered to it the uncertainty of when it would turn its lights on again. it had been months, swift yet excruciating. arms cross in front of chest, shielded for he expected valerie to chide him.

instead, a gentle question. " undoubtedly. " it used to be the lighthouse to all outcasts, a home to each of his passions. " i ... i don't think i could go back. " christian adds, teeth chewing on lower lip. he forces himself to look away, tired blues instead falling on valerie. a much more comforting vision. " i ... " he doesn't want to bring up further pain, exhales a laugh at the mere thought. " i doubt their piano stood the test of time, anyway. "

@whitelace

[alsunday]

“ i don't know what i'm waiting for. “ for iselda, from val 🫶

line of sight slides towards her, and she feigns thought ... making a show of tapping her finger to her chin, scrunching her features together in mock contemplation. "i dunno ... a kick, a push, and a shove ?? " a scoff scrapes up her throat as she rolls her eyes. "every stage in the world is waitin' on someone like you, val. i don't care if that sounds like some corny shit. it's the truth. "

@girldoom ... bury me at makeout creek lyric starters.

[peakyblinder]

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜ from val!

oh but he'd caught onto that already . the half smile , if anyone could even call it that , had caught him off guard . it remains , though , just long enough to make an impact on both parties . lips felt tight against its pull , muscles ached the longer it sat , the gentle ease of its demise offered salvation from physical unease . he sits , cigarette held unusually between his forefinger and thumb , the smoke occasionally catches his eye whenever a breath carries it higher in varies shapes and curls .

it drops then , but the residual contentment remains in the softness of his expression . she'd have to fight hard through the gloom to spy it , but it's certainly there . cigarette turns carefully between his digits . it readjusts to sit between two fingertips , poised to slip between his lips for a needy drag . he takes it , hauling smoke into his lungs to let it sit a moment , contemplating a response that could just as well trigger another smile of his own . " you've never given me reason to . " smoke wraps around every careful word . when the smoke clears she'd find the gentle frown sat between his brows , tousled hair just meets the lines made deeper by exaggeration .