#visceraldose

[rcjoiced]

❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope .

loud & deafening silence

sometimes, he doesn't even know what sets him off. sometimes, nasty, festering feelings rose up from the pit of his belly. sometimes, the urge just overtook him like it was all he ever was. sometimes, he felt like he was going to crawl right out of his skin. tonight was one of those nights, a night where he just needs something to take the edge off. something to make his chest not so tight, his skin not so prickly. a night where being out with her is almost too much, but he can't admit that he's having a hard night. he can never admit it to her. he wants to be so solid for her.

he's snuck off to the bathroom, flask in his pocket full of cheap, strong smelling vodka. it's barely touched his lips when he realizes he hasn't locked the bathroom door. it swings open before he can remedy that. and of course, his blond perfection walks in.

"could you not-- i'd really appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about this." it's one of his less proud moments. it's a moment he really can't even make an excuse for. bitter feelings swish in his mouth before he swallows them down. "just-- i need some privacy, yeah?" that was an understatement. "give me five and you can have the bathroom."

[fairestjuliet-a]

@visceraldose  ♥'d   ...   older  by  d.evon  g.abriella

“   THOUGHT  THESE  YEARS   were  gonna  be  more  fun.   ”   juliet's  complaints  don't  have  much  bearing,  but  adulthood  is  not  what  it  presented  itself  as.   it  always  looked  so  fun  on  television,  but  now  she  just  feels  lost.   “   maybe  i  peaked  in  high  school.   i  don't  know.   you're  so  lucky  you've  figured  your  whole  life  out  when  you  were  a  kid.   ”

[he1st]

@visceraldose :   "I found out from a friend of a friend that you're here again."

“   YOU  DON'T  SEEM   happy  about  that,   ”   gianna  says,  a  grin  spread  across  her  features.   she  takes  a  sip  from  the  cup  in  her  hand,  some  poor  concoction  of  alcohol  that's  more  vodka  than  mixer.   her  eyebrows  raise  as  she  looks  him  up  &  down.   “   did  your  stylist  let  you  leave  wherever  you're  holed  up  looking  like  that?   ”

[deatheless]

@visceraldose sent: just remember the first rule of pr: say nothing. / accepting.

❛ okay, now you're just being mean to them! ❜ mina says, stifling a laugh behind her hand ( and immediately disintegrating any shot of pretending she doesn't think it's just as funny as he does ) as she peers over his shoulder at the headlines plastered across his phone screen. if she's being pedantic, she could mention that they have, in fact, been requested multiple times to say something ( she'll be buying adriana apology coffees for the next four months at least ), but ... it's not really hurting anyone, is it? and it's funny as all hell, she knows that for sure.

instead, she reaches around him to poke at the screen herself, scrolling down from the tweet to see the replies underneath, and this time has to stifle her laugh into his shoulder. ❛ aw, we're really stressing them out, huh? ❜ her finger hovers over the screen for a moment longer, as though considering something, before a decidedly wicked smile spreads across her face, and she leans back to dig for her own phone in her pocket. ❛ i'm gonna like some of them. just to really throw them off. it's not saying anything, technically. ❜

[rcjoiced]

👤+ noah :)

relationship building meme

Send 👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse (with the other muse/mun’s permission).

"there isn't anything really, like, wrong with the guy. he's never done anything to me, i just don't really.. care for him. he's an okay actor, and he's a good looking guy. really, he's kinda like miss america if she was a dude. alice told me a little about him. he's just like.. a normal dude who got lucky and shit. if he wasn't famous, he'd probably just be a really pretty guy you see on the street."

[he1st]

@visceraldose:   "That's just the deal that I made." for heart <3

INT.   A  BAR :   DO  YOU  EVER  FEEL  BAD  FOR  PRYING?   --   THE  CLOUDY  AFTERNOON  ISN'T  AS  HARSH  AS  SHE'S  USED  TO.

MEDIUM  SHOT :   her  left  elbow  is  propped  on  the  bartop,  chin  rests  on  open  palm  as  she  looks  at  the  child  actor.   the  stories  never  seem  to  rest  in  a  place  like  this,  full  of  people  like  this.   she's  always  chasing  after  it  like  a  high,  and  maybe  that's  her  problem.

HEART :   just  because  it's  the  deal  you  made  doesn't  mean  you  deserve  what  you've  got.   are  you  happy,  though?   like  ...  really  happy?

[rcjoiced]

thoughts on biting

kink rating

NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

highkey, he loves any thing that plays with pain and pleasure together

[hctclcalifornia]

@visceraldose sent 💐 to give my muse a bouquet of flowers — for olivia!

she’s in the middle of a surprisingly productive writing session when there’s a knock on the studio door— she hadn’t been expecting her producer to come by until later but perhaps he had an idea for a new song?

unexpected arrivals used to drive her crazy, feeling like it was a representation of how little people respected her. but as she set her things aside and stood, she felt surprisingly calm. her heart had felt much lighter lately, more optimistic of things to come. olivia didn’t want to think too much into it relating to a certain blue-eyed boy who she’d found herself around more and more (seriously, what was up with that??) at different events and parties.

it’s startling when said boy is on the other side of the door when she opens it, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid smirk on his face. once again the usual annoyance that filled olivia’s chest around him was lacking, replaced with a genuine excitement. and now… she was even smiling at him.

“you know, some girls would find it really creepy that—“ she’s cut off by the sudden appearance of a bouquet of flowers in-between them, a soft gasp leaving her as she reaches out to gently take them. it was a beautiful bundle of irises in a dazzling gradient of purples. olivia raised them to her nose, giving them a gentle sniff before she whispered a tender “thank you.”

eyes drifting back up to noah, she steps back to welcome him into the sitting area of the booth. “do you want to stay for a bit? i’m um— i’m just putting the finishing touches on something new.”