#onelifetoliv

[samenkomen]

“you’re    very    pretty.”         he    smirks.             taking    a    drag    of    his    cigarette    before   fingers    tap    the    ash    from    it’s    end.            the   nails  he    had    painted    black.            “too    pretty    to    be    an    american.”

@onelifetoliv​   !                   /  /                  ASKED    FOR    RICHARD    ZIEGLER 

[localmagicalboi]

what color do you associate with your muse?

                         ✨ @onelifetoliv for INTERVIEW THE WRITER. FIND OUT ABOUT THE THOT THAT RUNS THIS THING! still accepting.

1. what color do you associate with your muse?

i associate him with black. i mean i could say pink, but at the end of the day he's still that mall goth kid with a heart of gold and a lot to prove to the world. that dude that used to wear black tripp jeans with the chains and neon green bondage straps, that dude that carries a solid black balenciaga backpack with everything in it. and yeah pink is there, but... i didn't wanna go down the easy route, ya kno

black is a powerful color and i think he’s pretty powerful, too

[aspernamentum]

@onelifetoliv // liked.

     He’s sitting on the couch, his eye’s were redder than usual, he was baked. He’d spent the afternoon watching wildlife documentaries. “Been thinkin’ a lot about gettin’ a monkey on the black market. I could do it y’know. I know a guy.” 

[dxsole]

Rehabilitated

@onelifetoliv | Plotted Starter

He can feel perspiration forming on his brow; the first signal he was in trouble. Now, Dude is well acquainted with trouble, it’s practically his part-time job at this point but he also doesn’t want to go back to jail. County lockup wasn’t as bad as one might expect and they knew him well there-- but still. He was meant to be rehabilitated and this wasn’t what rehabilitated men do. 

Plus, the poor girl was looking at him so startled and he felt awfully guilty for scaring her so bad (although, he doesn’t blame her for gasping and shrinking away when he’s got a shotgun and what looks like a grocery bag filled to the brim with stolen bills). “Miss, I’m sorry for startlin’ you--” He begins, sweating like a sinner in church at this point. “I...I mean you no harm, it’s uh...” He nods down to the shotgun. “It’s for my protection. And I’d never point it at a lady.” That should put her at ease, right? “I’d also be real appreciative if you’d keep this...hush, hush.”

[splatteredfingers]

@onelifetoliv

New students always presented new challenges for the instructor, and tutoring required unique plans. After this first meeting, Daxton would be able to better tailor lessons for Liv’s learning curve, but he’d have to know the worst of her weaknesses first. 

After she met him at the door and he stepped inside, Daxton moved to the couch with the intention of setting up the supplies he’d brought with him. But the first thing that caught his attention was a sketchbook on the coffee table, one he advised Liv to purchase for the sake of their sessions. A mild but approving smile pulled at his lips at the sight of it. 

With careful hands, he turned the cover and tucked it to the back, so the first page was facing up and ready to be worked upon. Then a sleek ruler, a couple of erasers, and an assortment of different pencils were pulled out from his bag and neatly arranged in a line. 

Finally, he set the bag aside and settled on the couch beside her. There was no better time to start then now. 

“So. . .” He picked up a regular mechanical pencil and offered it to Liv. It’d likely be more familiar and less daunting for her to use. “I want to see how bad these notorious stick figures are.” 

[fantasizeboy]

@onelifetoliv

While some of their generation had Netflix and Chill mastered, Olivia and Ashley had crafted the art of Netflix and Study. An hour and a half was devoted to helping the other with any upcoming assignments or tests, and the rest of the evening belonged to whatever show or movie they ended up watching. 

Flash cards were still scattered across the coffee table as they left academic pursuits behind for the night and moved onto the streaming party. Ashley put Liv in charge of the remote as he made a couple trips between the kitchen and the den, piling snacks and a couple drinks on the coffee table. His dog Pongo followed his every step, tiny nose in the air and big eyes hoping to spot a morsel her owner might drop. 

“So, how did your tutoring go?” he asked while twisting the top off his bottle of water and getting comfortable on the couch. Pongo jumped up and settled between the two of them, looking like an oddly round and fluffy throw pillow. “That was this week, right?”

[notyourgbf]

@onelifetoliv

[text - duurrick]: it’s too late [text - duurrick]: i saw what should have never been seen [text - duurrick]: also… [text - duurrick]: …gross.

[ text - liv ] hey. don’t gross me.  [ text - liv ] that suggestive text was meant for my boyfriend.  [ text - liv ] and you weren’t supposed to read it. i warned you. fairly. 

[trainstruck]

ic. starter | @onelifetoliv

   every time someone new wanders near the tracks, spencer tries to think of new and exciting ways of catching their attention. sadly, every attempt seems to either fail, or scare the daylights out of the person. it confused the thirteen year old to no end, yet he still tried.

    when the girl appears, he has a foolproof plan this time. the moment the girl gets close enough, spencer lobs a stone straight at her. this will definitely work, he thinks to himself with pride.