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send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours // ram & lenka.

send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours / @incendiaris

ATTRACTIVENESS:

repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

grating ― irritating ― frustrating ― boring ― confusing at best ― awkward ― unreasonable ― psychotic ― disturbing ― interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― aggressive ― ambitious ― anxious ― artistic ― bad tempered ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ― unappealing ― creative ― courageous ― dependable ― unreliable ― unpredictable ― predictable ― devious ― dim ― extroverted ― introverted ― egotistical ― gregarious ― fabulous ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― peaceful ― calming ― badass ― flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

never in a million years ― worst of enemies ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:

worst kisser ever ― terrible ― bad ― awkward ― just okay ― alright ― pretty good ― good ― makes me moan ― excellent ― exciting ― oh god they’re good ― i dream about it ― fucking amazing ― absolute perfection ― we haven’t kissed

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Ⓐ [ for Ram ]

send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours / @vxctorx

ATTRACTIVENESS:

repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

grating ― irritating ― frustrating ― boring ― confusing at best ― awkward ― unreasonable ― psychotic ― disturbing ― interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― aggressive ― ambitious ― anxious ― artistic ― bad tempered ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ― unappealing ― creative ― courageous ― dependable ― unreliable ― unpredictable ― predictable ― devious ― dim ― extroverted ― introverted ― egotistical ― gregarious ― fabulous ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― peaceful ― calming ― badass ― flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

never in a million years ― worst of enemies ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:

worst kisser ever ― terrible ― bad ― awkward ― just okay ― alright ― pretty good ― good ― makes me moan ― excellent ― exciting ― oh god they’re good ― i dream about it ― fucking amazing ― absolute perfection ― we haven’t kissed

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richard siken, war of the foxes ( no longer accepting ) / @aftermathed​ said:

❝ Its roots in the ground and its branches in the air, a tree is pulled in two directions. ❞ ( for RAM and MAPH )

Ram looks up. Above them, there’s a canopy of branches and leaves. He considers them for a moment before turning his head to the side, locking eyes with the other beside him. Whatever Maph is smoking, Ram wants some.

And yet, in a weird way, what he’s saying makes sense.

“I know how it feels,” he admits, “To go up and down at the same time.” His moods are so unstable, sometimes, he gets whiplash. One minute, he’s high as a kite, riding on the wind, and the next, he’s crashing back to earth, faster and more destructive than a comet, falling to pieces as he re-enters the atmosphere. “At least, lying here, we’re safe.”  

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RAM & JOHN. 

STARTER CALL / @epiitaphs

The air is thick with the sweet smells of summer, freshly cut grass ( which makes Ram’s eyes and nose stream, especially when someone picks clumps of it up and throws them his fucking face, John ), and the herbal smoke coming off his rolled-up cigarette. This has made him mellow enough that, when a wasp buzzes too close to his ear, something that would usually make Ram flap, he just raises a lazy, ringed hand to slap it away and tells it to, “Piss off.”

His voice is raspy round the edges. The world looks rosy through his round, pink-tinted spectacles. An empty two-litre bottle of cider, the cheapest stuff they could find, lies in between them, because sometimes the simplest pleasures are the best ones. And besides, it was the one with the highest alcohol percentage on the shelf. Ram’s head feels light and wonderfully fuzzy after consuming more than his fair share of it.

He stretches his arms out wide, stares up at the sky through spidery lashes. It’s a hazy blue, cloudless, but crisscrossed with airplane trails. He puffs thoughtfully on the joint as he looks at them, then holds it out for John to try. “Tell me,” he says, in the same, dreamy voice. “Do you ever think about what it must feel like to fly?”

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RAM & MALIK. 

STARTER CALL / @aftermathed

“Hey, this is James from Midnight Swim—”

“—I’m Laurie—”

“—Ram—”

“—Simon, hi—”

“—and tonight, we’ve got something new we want to share with you. Hope that’s all right.” Cue wink to camera. Then they launched into the teaser for their new single, streaming it live all around the world on social media. It was midnight in London ( of course ), but they’ve got fans in Europe, America, East Asia, and the comments are still flooding in, two hours later, from every corner of the globe.

Looks like ‘I Hope She Knows’ is going to be an instant hit, and they’re celebrating this the only way they know how, by partying HARD.

Ram is breathless when he staggers off the dance floor. His silk shirt, half open, clings to his body. Bangles and beads clatter together on his wrists when he raises a hand to sweep his long hair out of his face. Fuck, he needs a drink. A drink and a smoke. A drink and a smoke and a shag, actually, but he’ll take two out of three.

Unsteady on his feet, he’s less than halfway to the bar when he bumps into someone. Ram has to look down and concentrate hard on their face to figure out who, but when he recognises Malik, his face splits into a wide grin. “Hi,” he says exuberantly, lifting his hand to signal the greeting. “What are you doing here? I’m going outside for a smoke, but you should go and join the party! We’re having a party!”

Alex had taught him sign language when they were at school. The movements of his hands are often more fluid than his voice, but tonight, that is thick, syrupy with liquor, and the words come easier, while his fingers fumble to form the right shapes.

“I’ll come and find you again in a minute. I just wanna get a drink and have a smoke and—”

Well, who knows? Maybe tonight would turn out to be even better than he’d first thought.

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try to break my muse’s heart in a single sentence ( always accepting! ) / @gunmetalgrey​ said:

❝ You’ve gone too far this time, I can’t look at you. ❞ ( for RAM & LAURIE )

“Laur…” Ram looks awful. His long hair is greasy, lank strands of it have fallen over his face and he hasn’t bothered to brush them away. His skin is chalky, his cheeks are sunken. He’s always been skinny, despite the amount of crap that he eats—it must be all that nervous energy, fingers drumming constantly, on or off the stage—but the standard-issue prison sweater drowns him now. He’s picking at his nailbeds even as he sits there, staring at his hands because he can’t look at Laurie either, can’t bear to see the look on his face. Those words were enough. “I didn’t do this. It’s a set up.”

Even to his own ears, it sounds pathetic, like a line from a bad movie, his mania talking. But it’s true. It’s the only explanation he can come up with, and he’s had a lot of time to think, because he might throw the occasional punch when he’s wound up on a night out, but Ram would never do something like this. Batter a man to death and dump his body in a fucking skip.

Finally, he raises basset hound eyes from the table. They’re bloodshot, like he can’t keep his knuckles out of them, and shadowed with big black bags. That one movement, the upward flick of the pupils, seems to use up the last of his energy. Ram’s shoulders sink. Laurie is looking at him, just, but not in the way he’S used to. All that indulgence, the eyerolling, the fond smiles, the fake-stern tellings off, is gone, and has been replaced with horror, disbelief, that look like I don’t even know you.

Ram looks away, but after a second, he slides his hand halfway across the table, craving a word from his friend, a touch, anything. But even he sounds defeated when he repeats, for what could be the hundredth, could be the thousandth time, “I haven’t hurt anyone.” Hurt creeps in, though, eventually, twisting deep in his gut like a knife. Nobody, so far has believed him, but for Laurie not to … “I thought you, at least, knew me better.”

ft. @avaticancameo​

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RAM & JIM.

RAM STARTER CALL / @diabolicaltendencies

The stories from the Red Spider gig on Instagram ( screaming, dancing, flashing lights, Jim doing his usual acrobatics on stage ) almost make Ram wish he’d gone. Alex is in Manchester, the Midnight Swim boys all went their separate ways at the end of the summer, when the festival season had come to a close. Even Laurie isn’t here, he’s gone home to France for a couple of weeks to spend some time with his mother and her family, meaning Ram is alone in the flat.

He is sitting on the sofa in his dressing gown ( ironic, considering he can’t remember the last time he actually got dressed ), doom-scrolling through his socials. A text from Lex comes through, Hey, all right? Haven’t heard from you since you got back, do I need to—He thumbs the notification away and slumps further down in his seat, chin hitting chest, but suddenly, he’s not as comfortable as he was before, and the silence, offset only by the muted sounds making their way out of the telly, has taken on a decidedly sinister air. 

After a couple of minutes’ restlessness, he gets up. There’s nothing for it; he’ll have to go out. He finds a pair of jeans on the floor and a ratty jumper balled up behind a cushion and pulls them on. It’s almost two in the morning when he gets to Jim’s, but no one’s home yet. He lets himself using the spare key, which he keeps hold of when Alex is out of town, and helps himself to a drink out of the cupboard. The dirty cocktail glasses spread around the flat, shaker, stirrer, squeezes of lemon and splashes of fruit juice on the counters, might explain why he doesn’t remember crawling into Jim’s bed and falling asleep there sometime in the early hours. 

When he wakes up again, it’s light outside ( obviously he hadn’t closed the curtains before passing out ) and someone is moving around the room—one pair of footsteps, one person who is somehow managing to make as much noise as a small heard of elephants. Ram groans and grabs a pillow, pulling it down over his head. “Go away,” he mumbles. “Go away, get me a coffee, and then go away again. God, I’m so fucked.”