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@the-liars-you-love
In case you all haven’t guessed, I’m on hiatus on Tumblr due to... well, honestly due to not really liking Tumblr as a base. So I’ll be on discord... sometimes. Rarely, to be fair. Honestly give up on me, I’m useless and I work 15 hours a day what do you want from me.
Love you all. Goodnight.
Olivia Benson || 20x18
Benson + supportive | 20x20: Good Girl
olivia & noah benson | sweetest moments
Eva Green, photographed by Rebecca Miller for Jaguar, Oct 2018.
Drafts I’ve saved and currently owe but will not post until later today or tomorrow because of work and updating muse bios now that I’ve returned:
@badbagelll : ROLLINSxJESSE (ask) @leeurbaneverett: ADALINExLEE @xhelenaxleblancx: LONNIExHELENA x2 (ask and thread) @goxinsane: LINCOLNxVERONIQUE x2
All other threads have been lost in the ether SO if you want to continue a thread we started please link me. Otherwise...
LIKE FOR A STARTER!
Nicole Kidman by Collier Schorr for Vanity Fair, May 2019
@the-liars-you-love asked for SIN.
Was nights like this that the RAGE AND SEXUAL TENSION got the best of her – in those moments she almost hated Lonnie. Always denying her. Insisting that they be “NORMAL” – as if either of them would ever be that. Bitch was living in a fantasy world and Helena was sick of fucking whores who looked like her sister just to get her FIX. All the words the young girl tossed at her (most of which the High School dropout didn’t know the definition of) weren’t gonna convince her that Lonnie didn’t WANT HER BACK. Oh, no, no, no. Since that first time – that party, alcohol gyrating through veins, the taxi – FUCK. They’d both enjoyed it.
“Jus’ shut up!” Hand clamped tightly over that pretty mouth – she pushed her baby girl ROUGHLY against the wall. MASSIVE plastic cock erect ‘tween pale freckled thighs. She’d known what she wanted. And she knew Lonnie wanted it. “Jus’—stop, sissy. Stop lyin’ ta yerself. Stop lyin’ ta me! We ain’t never gon’ be normal–” Removing palm from lips she allowed Lonnie to speak, hand swiftly tugging down bottoms and panties, dark gaze staring DEAD into them eyes – “Y’came back here for a reason. An’ don’t pull that bullshit ‘bout takin’ care a’ me! Y’could a’ brought yer gal with ya.” One hand moved to grope VICIOUSLY at Lonnie’s tit through her top – other gripping the thick girth of her toy, attempting to slide it ‘tween them legs. “Why?”
She hates when Helena gets like this. While she can’t deny that the tension between them has gotten to an uncomfortable level since Lonnie’s return home, she can’t condone the rage-filled way Helena pushes her against a wall to break said-tension. With a hand over her mouth, she feels not only physically silenced, but mentally. She can’t think. And Helena very often has that effect on her-- making it impossible to reason her way out of anything. She can’t say she hasn’t been turned on by Helena (mostly because she barely sees the redhead as her sister after everything they’ve been through together) and even now the closeness sends a certain jolt of electricity through her body.
But none of that matters because this can’t happen.
And frankly the way it’s happening isn’t what she had in mind if it did.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she can hear Helena yelling at her, in the same way that Helena so often yelled, and she tried to tune it out. Find movement in her limbs and push her sister away. But it seems a fruitless endeavour. Eyes open only to see Helena staring right into her face, and feel hands tugging at her trousers. She puts a hand up to Helena’s chest and shoves back. “STOP!” She spits out. “Helena, I’m not doing it like this!” The phrasing throws her off and she moves to pull her jeans back up. “You’re being a bitch, you need to stop. Go COOL OFF.” She knows these aren’t good words to say to the redhead, but right now she can’t think straight. Can’t figure out a way to make this all make sense. Confusion, frustration, and sisterly rage courses through her. “You think I’d ever bring a girl back here when you do shit like this?!”
SIR BRIENNE OF TARTH, KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS
Happy Passover to my Jewish followers.
Happy Easter to my Christian followers.
A lovely Laylat al-Bara’at to any of my Muslim followers who celebrate it.
To any followers of any faith or no faith at all, I hope something brings you peace and makes you smile today and tomorrow.
jealous / possessive meme
“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”
“ were you with him/her? ”
“ why is she/he calling you? ”
“ do they know we’re together? ”
“ were you with him/her? ”
“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”
“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”
“ i know you were with her/him ”
“ you belong to me ”
“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”
“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”
“im NOT jealous ”
“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”
“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”
“ you’re too good for her/him ”
“is there someone else?”
“ you were flirting with them ”
“ they were flirting with you ”
“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”
“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”
“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”
“ tell me i have nothing to worry about ”
8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER.
repost, don’t reblog.
one / name / alias. Monique two / birthday. January at some point that I won’t mention. three / zodiac sign. Capricorn four / height. 5 foot 10 five / hobbies. hiking, writing, reading, video games, singing, cosplay six / favourite colors. dark purple, royal blue, lemon yellow, bright orange, red seven / favourite books. SO MANY. Current kick is probably the Bear and the Nightingale series by Katherine Arden, but I also have on the list: Redeeming Love, Pillars of the Earth, Big Little Lies, A Beautiful Composition of Broken, and The Little Prince. eight / last song listened to. Bellyache by Billie Eilish nine / last film watched. Kubo and the Two Strings ten / inspiration for muse. Uhhhh???? I have so many muses. Pretty much I get inspired to play women who are strong emotionally and self-assured. But I love to play anyone who represents underrepresented groups (mentally ill women, women of colour, abused women, etc) and give them a voice since I belong to a lot of minority groups myself. Pretty much I’m drawn to strength of character and that inspires my muses on here. eleven / dream job. Definitely a novelist and screenwriter. twelve / meaning behind your url. A lot of people assume it’s because my muses lie to other people, but it’s actually because most of them can't be honest with themselves about love or anything else. And that hasn’t changed in the many years I’ve had this blog!
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“This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.” (for rain. I imagine them being in a fight with some actual monsters that are claiming to be gods.)
It wasn’t exactly the best time to be dropping one liners, but Rain’s actually begrudgingly impressed with how good the one Mel just used is. It’s almost ironic, though. The falsely labeled pyromaniac fighting alongside the werewolf, and with Rain’s history the idea of her being in Hell’s territory is almost amusing. Because she always does bring a little bit of hell with her, does she not? She wants to chuckle. The labels of clinical insanity seeming more accurate as the moment ticks on because any other mortal would be terrified facing creatures of the night like this. But Rain sought out training, she knows the way to deal with this now. And because she’s no longer defenceless as she once was, she’s rushing into this with the same bullheaded stubborn death-wish she does anything else.
She glances at the wolf for a second, pierced brow raised in an obvious ‘okay then’ gesture, before gaze finds their foes once again. She’s not much for talking in moments like these, and simply cracks her neck before her grip on her weapon adjusts and she listens to the screech of the monsters before them as the battle begins.
She makes a mental note to comment on Mel’s mildly epic battle-starting line one day, if they’re not both super dead by the end of this.
leeurbaneverett:
“That totally kills the element of surprise. You know I’m there then, beautiful.” Lee simply stated with a brief chuckle and then he pressed his lips against the woman’s happily for the current time being. Happy to have the chance to be back by her side. There was a pause as she spoke and he prepared to speak back. “Noted. I’ll appear in the kitchen. Make us coffee. Then appear here.”
“Oh, so I can’t even know you’re here, but you’re allowed to be all-knowing? That hardly seems like a balanced power dynamic,” the blonde quips back with a smile. She flings her legs over the side of the bed then, sitting up. Black silk nightie seems not enough in the sudden chill that blows in from the window, but she doesn’t mind. She walks merrily over to the bedroom door then. “Well, you can appear wherever you like, but you woke Reggie up,” she jokes, gesturing to the Charles Spaniel wagging his tail in the living room. “So now I’ve got to give him treats. If you’re planning on doing this often, you’re going to make him fat.”
“what’s going on?” (To Linc from Vero)
The question elicits a conspiratorial smile from Lincoln as she glances at Veronique. The sparkle in her eye should clue the other in that something is about to happen, but exactly what it is will, hopefully, remain a surprise.
The two have been on a little vacation for the past week. Las Vegas, a warm city full of lights and devoid of judgement, seemed the perfect setting for the admittedly insane surprise Lincoln has spent the last year and eighteen days planning. For context, she and Veronique had been dating for one year. Eighteen days into the relationship, Veronique had already numbers for Ver’s remaining family, and called to let them know that she was, in fact, head over heels and planning on marrying the woman who walked beside her now. And so the preparations had begun.
Lincoln is well-aware that these past few months had been stressful for her girlfriend, and she’s also aware that this surprise could make that worse. But if all goes well, hopefully this will make up for the insanity (and at times distance) between them since Linc’s photography took off, and Ver’s fashion line went live. And with another three weeks of vacation ahead of them, she’s crossing her fingers that this isn’t going to blow up in her face.
“If I told you that, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” Lincoln shoots back, pulling Veronique onto an escalator leading up to a banquet hall at the Bellagio. All she’d told Veronique about this whole event was that a makeup artist would arrive at their suite and do Ver’s makeup, and that a dress would be delivered (one Veronique herself had picked out months ago as a joke when walking past a wedding boutique) which Linc currently had in a garment bag slung over her shoulder. And now, the big reveal has to happen.
She can feel her heart hammering in her chest. It’s way more nerve wracking than she’d ever expected. Especially given that Veronique and she had been having such a great trip so far, and Lincoln had fallen even more hopelessly in love with the French woman. If things didn’t work out today…
Walking to the closed door of the hall, Lincoln turns to Veronique, and the conspiratorial smile fades into something more sincere and even slightly nervous. She clears her throat.
“Here goes everything,” Lincoln whispers to herself.
And she gets down on one knee.
“Veronique,” she starts, already feeling her chest tighten with emotions. “I know we’ve only been together for a year. But this has been… the most enriching, happiest, and most important year of my life. I remember a blind date that started all of this– seeing you sitting there, looking like a goddess.. and proving that you are one every day since then.” She can feel the tears, and has to laugh to push them down. “You are… the kindest, most dedicated, most talented, and most brilliant person I’ve ever met. Every second with you makes me a better person, and every morning when I wake up to you singing in the shower, and every night I spend with you barefoot on a shag carpet drinking wine that’s way too cheap for either of us, makes my life better than it ever was before I met you.
So, I guess what I’m trying to say, is… If I told you I’d planned our wedding, and that it’s waiting right through those doors– et si je vous ai demandé de m'épouser aujourd'hui et de faire en sorte que chaque jour de ma vie soit digne d'être vécu simplement parce que vous y seriez … diriez-vous oui, mon amour?”
