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aphroditeinfurs:
honestly.. I’m never gonna dance again guilty feet have got no rhythm tho it’s easy 2 pretend I know ur not a fool. should’ve known better than 2 cheat a friend and waste the chance that I’ve been given so I’m never gonna dance again the way I danced with…. U
@rubyrednightingale
(lydia) [ TEXT ] wtf guys I thought we agreed on no more knives. So much for not destroying the house
[ TEXT >> annoying tiny blonde one ] no, /you/ agreed on no more knives. i disagreed but you’d stopped listening.[ TEXT >> annoying tiny blonde one ] so really, you only have yourself to blame. 😘
Dane DeHaan for FLAUNT Magazine (2013)
TFLN text memes/starters
[ TEXT ] The cat ate a weed mint. This is not a drill [ TEXT ] That’s when I realized I was probably naked in the wrong bed ❛ I was randomly pulled aside to have my bag checked. It had 50 condoms in it. ❜ [ TEXT ] TELL THEM/HER/HIM ABOUT THE GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKING POTATOES ❛ I don’t care how hot she was. She didn’t like Scooby Doo and I don’t fuck with that. ❜ ❛ You were supposed to catch herpes, not feelings!!! ❜ ❛ Are we not going to talk about how you got so drunk that you swallowed someone’s pet gold fish, whole? ❜ ❛ I needed to pee, so I climbed out his window ❜ ❛ This is the second time you’ve stolen a pet when you’re drunk, given it back and cashed in on a reward…I think you have a problem ❜ ❛ If you ever tell anyone I offered you boob squeezes for cheetos, I’ll kill you ❜ ❛ Hey remind me the get the pancakes out of my jacket ❜ [ TEXT ] if people come over to pregame will you hide my Oreos [ TEXT ] wtf guys I thought we agreed on no more knives. So much for not destroying the house ❛ You know how it is. Tell me not to do somebody and suddenly I wanna. ❜ [ TEXT ] ABOUT TO MAKE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE, SEND HELP [ TEXT ] That awkward moment when the guy you were hitting on at the bar last night is a possible suspect in a murder case. ❛ Even though I’m gonna be a felon I’m having fun for time being. ❜ [ TEXT ] I woke up on a different floor than I went to sleep on. Can’t find my shoes. ❛ Apparently I was walking around with a slice of bread and wine saying, “Jesus would have wanted this.” ❜ ❛ So I just saw someone get shoved into a car trunk by your car. ❜ [ TEXT ] So apparently being drunk at work isn’t allowed.. who knew? [ TEXT ] TRY TO UNDERSTAND I HAVE MAGIC POWERS HOLY FUCKING SHIT ❛ SpongeBob is life. I once broke up with a guy bc he said SpongeBob was stupid. ❜ [ TEXT ] I grabbed the pretzel bag with my toes last night. I think that day of yoga had paid off. [ TEXT ] Your boyfriend being in jail is really helping my social life! #GotASingleDrinkingBuddyAgain [ TEXT ] I already plan to donate my brain to science so they can attempt to fully understand the complexities of my existence
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The Final Problem | { Bex &&. Sloane &&. Matty }
chvmeleonisms:
{{ * . warparadox: }}
Hey guys, I finally figured out where the commanders are being held. We’re going on a little adventure, I’m driving. Be ready in 20.
The text roused her from her dozing state on the couch, now completely alone in her apartment (she was going to have to downsize or find a new roommate quick, but that was a problem for another time… when she actually cared), and the message it contained kickstarted her into functioning. An empty bottle of whiskey rolled across the floor as she swung her legs off the cushions, pausing with elbows on knees to rub at her eyes. That was her only moment of weakness, however, the only moment of weariness. When she opened her eyes again, they were an iron blue, and she was standing proudly, pulling on a pair of jeans and grabbing her trusty, weathered leather bomber jacket off the back. Not exactly appropriate melee gear, or trekking-through-mountains wear, but it wasn’t like it mattered to her. To compensate, she toed into a pair of boots that she then laced up around her ankles like a brace.
Truth be told, she had no clue where they were going. Mind games were never her forte. Even with a clue as basic as “withdraw to the mountains” she still didn’t have the slightest inkling where to go in said mountains to find their commanders. But she trusted Beckett to crack the code, and she trusted Matty to have her back should they run into any additional trouble, just like she’d have theirs. It occurred to her then that Beckett wasn’t actually one of them, yet here they were, working together for the same goal. And to think that if she wasn’t as close to Beckett as she was, the idea of running across the Famine Commander and what distraught it would bring to the syndicate if she were to kill them was appealing. But she was here for her own Commander, to bring them home safely, to lead their House proper again. That desire outweighed everything as she pocketed a couple knives, threw together a couple necessities into her trusty drug-dealing backpack, and then chugged a bit from a different bottle of alcohol to prepare herself.
With another text from Matty, Sloane took up her keys and locked her apartment behind her. She could have done without securing it now that she was the only resident and didn’t have anything worth stealing, a lonely vacancy hanging in the air. Now, as she stepped out into the cold streets, she felt more at home, and more at peace. The bourbon burn warmed her chest, and she shoved her hands into her pockets as she waited, kicking a can along the curb, listening to it clatter. She had only just lit a cigarette when a car came around the corner and approached her, squinting just a second to see that it was Matty and Beckett as promised.
“What a rough bunch,” she spoke up through a bit of smoke as she popped open the back door and slid inside, a small smile on her lips. That was the best greeting they were going to get. “A’right, let’s do this shit.”
@chvmeleonisms
There was that PANG of guilt again, the sight of Matty all but LIMPING over to the car caused worry to swell, crease itself in pulled brows and the corners of a frown, and Beckett couldn’t help the way her eyes lingered on the cast for a moment TOO long. ❛ I wouldn’t have insisted you tag along if I knew you were INJURED, Matty, ❜ mumbled the Nikolas as she peeled away, navigating through the twists and turns of the War neighbourhood en-route to the Buchanan’s. It was an area she knew decently well, from the time she’d lived there and also from AFTERWARDS. ❛ Ruby’s ALREADY pissed at me for throwing myself into danger while she’s sitting around feeling useless, she’ll be even more upset if she knows I dragged YOUR ass along, broken leg and all. ❜ A sigh was stifled, leather gloves curling about the steering wheel, gripping it just a LITTLE tighter, and The Chameleon once again fell into silence, the interminable hum of the engine a perpetual reminder of why she was doing this in the FIRST place.
But before she could consider responding to his question nor slip into more musings, relinquish herself to the repressed parts of her conscious thoughts, she was pulling into the Buchanan’s driveway. A wry smile then inscribed itself along rubescent lips as those familiar, blonde locks bobbed over to the vehicle, plume of smoke trailing behind as she sauntered towards them. A press of a button and the doors unlocked, verdigris hues trained on The Paradox in the rearview mirror, the raven-haired dame waiting to make eye contact with Sloane and, when she did, nodded her head subtly, a sort of silent signal to intimate her appreciation that she was HERE.
❛ Why does everyone ALWAYS feel the need to smoke in my car ? ❜ She drawled, fastening her seatbelt. ❛ And, hey to you, too, what a LOVELY greeting, ❜ quipped The Chameleon with a blatant eye roll, inputting the desired location into the GPS app of her phone and driving away. Away from the wretched, War neighbourhood. Away from one place of danger to her only to go to ANOTHER place of danger, possibly with even MORE of it. But she wasn’t nervous, not in the least; determination clouded her nerves, and she always felt more at PEACE when consumed by adrenaline.
❛ So now that you’re both HERE, ❜ Beckett mused, slipping polarized sunglasses to veil her emerald hues and hitting the gas, speeding as she merged onto the highway. ❛ — I suggest you get comfortable. It’s a twenty five minute drive to the Chiajna Monastery. ❜
❛ me, injured? ❜ matty turned to beckett, mouth stretching into a grin. ❛ please. this isnothin’ f’r me. can barely feel it. ❜ there was no ignoring the slight pang of guilt he felt as beckett dropped ruby’s name, but he tried his best to shrug it off anyway. ❛ y’r not draggin’ anyoneanywhere, ‘m here of my own accord. she can take it up with me if she wants. ❜ matty had been looking expectantly at beckett for an answer to his question, then all but forgot about it upon realising they’d arrived at sloane’s. he leaned out of the open window to give a two-fingered salute as the blonde approached then entered the car. ‘ yo, SLOANE! now it’s a party. almost feels like we’re goin’ on a fun li’l road trip. ‘ if you forgot that they were looking for a bunch of kidnapped people, that was.
despite how often he played the unobservant fool, matty didn’t miss the look sloane and beckett shared through the rear-view mirror, however fleeting. ( he had gotten to know sloane and beckett entirely separately, and still knew little about how they themselves knew each other. he was beginning to gauge their relationship, though, little by little ). his smile simply grewwider, and he twisted around in his seat to request of sloane, ❛ hey, can i bum a smoke? forgot to grab my own pack on the way out, ❜ completely disregarding beckett’s quip about smoking in her car. he had, at least, remembered his lighter, and pulled it out as he reached towards his fellow war member like someone begging for alms.
as per beckett’s suggestion ( though he was perhaps the LAST person who needed to be told to get comfortable, in any situation ), matty slouched in his seat, rested his bum leg in a way that it wouldn’t cramp during their journey, and ran a carefree hand through his hair. the place that beckett had announced as their destination didn’t ring a single bell in his head. ❛ kya-what now? a monastery? …alright, least i wasn’t too far off. rubes’ clue did have me thinkin’ it was some sorta church or somethin’. ❜ he shook his head slowly, in not-quite disbelief. ❛ how’d y’ even figure that out? not that ‘m doubtin’ ya, or anythin’. ❜
@warparadox
rubyrednightingale:
There was a tinge of nerves Ruby was met with once they’d stepped inside. She’d never taken anyone here before, and why would she have?? She never had a reason, but whatever it was, it seemed right. Opening up, in a sense, her way of not so overtly showing him how she felt without realization hitting so harshly upon her. Although silly to anyone else, apparently even a little to Matty himself, the building rang important.
“I probably should’ve opened with that then if that’s the case. In the winter months … we all holed up in the projection booth for warmth – which was fine, until the rats got hungry in the middle of the night. They’d eat you alive if you weren’t careful, could never fall asleep too deeply.” she replied in jest, following him with the light of her phone as he wandered around the room, still until she began to speak more genuinely.
“It’s like … minus the cold, of course … I’m still in Los Angeles. Which – I’m not even sure I’d really consider home at this point. I haven’t been sure where HOME is in awhile, but it’s familiar. I always liked going to the theatre to get lost in something unattainable.” Wandering herself at this point, her digits traced along the dusty arm rests. “They don’t even really make places like this anymore. Who wants to go to a smelly old movie house when the stadium’s right down the street?”
“My dad would take me once a month for ‘throwback Thursday’ – probably because it was the only thing to get me to shut up about going into the city. Although, mind you … I never really did shut up about it.” Perhaps the first time she’d really spoken about her family to him, of her truths, there was both nostalgia and bitterness in her tone. At times, she wished that she’d done things differently, though she was far too stubborn to admit as much. Not that she saw where it mattered now anyhow.
“Of course, who could shut up with rats biting at your toes all night.” Lifting right back up, her eyes glanced his way as she wandered right past, letting him explore on his own what she felt she knew every inch of as she leaned with her back against the theatre’s back wall, curious if he’d deemed her completely mad at this point, as her thoughts wandered, she hadn’t heard the third set of footsteps in the ticket room just beyond. “One of these days I’ll figure out how to work the projector, seem a little less crazy.”
❛ yikes. makes my childhood sound like a total picnic. sure, we had wolves t’ contend with ev’ry night, and an’ the odd bear ev’ry once in a while, but at least there were no rats. ❜ matty gave an amused smirk, blue eyes twinkling in what little light her phone gave off. he could do this FOREVER with her, he thought to himself. their little back-and-forth.
as the conversation turned sombre, so did his expression. he listened without interruption as ruby let out a few musings. it occurred to him that this might be the very first time he had ever heard her mention her family in earnest, and not simply as the punchline to a joke. it was like they’d crossed some invisible line in their relationship, or maybe there was just something about this place that enticed the redhead to discuss things she normally wouldn’t.
and this, he supposed, might be where he’d be expected to share a story of his own upbringing. cradled in the lap of luxury, the vos parents had spoiled all three of them ( equally, in matty’s eyes at least ), and that included regular trips to the movies, followed by a visit to the ice creamery on the opposite side of the road. their cinema had been much larger than this, akin more to the stadium ruby had just mentioned ( not without a little disdain in her voice, he’d noted ). he remembered seeing all manner of movies with his family, and then, when he’d grown into a teenager, going for the occasional midnight showings of cult movie classics - pulp fiction, the matrix, fight club. but the words with which to describe these memories proved hard to find - they caught in his throat, refused to be let out.
in the silence of the theatre, his footfalls on the old carpeting seemed as loud as a giant’s. they took him up to the back corner, where matty took up the pretence of studying the door to the projection room, though a simple twist of the knob instantly told him that it wouldn’t open. the blonde simply stood there, awash in memories, which meant that he, too, missed the arrival of a new set of footsteps just outside. the voice that came next, however, rang clear as day.
❛ oi! who’s there?! you’re not supposed to be in here!”
matty’s eyes immediately widened, and he sent a look of confusion over to where ruby stood. ❛ what do we do? ❜ while he’d attempted to keep his voice low, the footsteps only grew louder. whoever it was, he was seconds away from opening the door and catching them. in that split second, matty decided on a course of action.
RUN.
he leapt down the steps in twos and threes and over to ruby. taking her hand in his, he pulled her over to the other door in the room, which read, ❛ EMERGENCY EXIT ❜.
❛ we only do these things because all we are is BAD KIDS all my friends are BAD KIDS, livin’ out on the skids kids like you and me ❜
evie & matty. ( @of-vixens )
rubyrednightingale:
“Actually, I think I do.” Ruby replied with a paused moment paid to thought, a smirk spreading wide. Growing more comfortable, not certain why she’d have been nervous in the first place. This was MATTY, same old Matty she always found herself drawn to at the end of each night. Reaching for her coat from behind the bar, she snatched up a half-full bottle of wine as well. Hardly anyone came into Foxes to drink wine anyways it seemed. There’d be a time to pay it forward later on.
Dropping her coat over her shoulders, she held it shut from the cold as she lead the way out through the backdoor with a mischievous glimmer in her eye. “Carry this.” she demanded of Matty handing over the bottle as she shuddered in the cold. “It’s not far if we take the back way.” Through only two empty alleys until she stopped along the side entrance to a crumbling building – an abandoned cinema that’d seen better days, no doubt about that.
Fishing through her coat’s pockets until she found her ring of keys, she fiddled for the right one before cracking open the door as if checking for voices inside ( squatters that lurked ) before holding it open with a cheshire grin. “The guy who owns this place … gave me a key after I treated him to a few drinks one night. Pretty sure he thinks I’m MAD for wanting to go inside, but I’d say HE’S the one who’s mad for not doing anything to this place.”
A lift of her shoulders in a light shrug, she let Matty in before following suit. Darkened without power, though knowing the way well enough herself, boldly, Ruby took hold of his hand to lead the way by the dim light of her cellphone. Fingers that laced gently, she brought him into the main room of the movie house before stepping backwards away from him, her touch near lost in her own soft chuckle that filled the room. Seats were torn apart, the screen was black and empty, but to Ruby, “This is gonna sound crazy, but this place reminds me of back home. It’s freezing, and kinda gross, but I love it here.”
both brows arched, a slow smirk spread over his face as it became clear that ruby intended on keeping the decided destination a secret, for now. ❛ alright, lead the way, babe. i trust y’. ❜ matty didn’t miss the mischievous light that entered ruby’s eye as they exited the bar, which only got him to wondering more about where they were going. he took the bottle obligingly, then, noticing her shivers, wrapped an arm around her waist so that they were walking pressed side-to-side.
matty was surprised when ruby stopped only two alleyways away from foxes. peering through the darkness yielded few clues as to the place she taken him - the building looked utterly abandoned, old posters peeling off of the walls the only signs it had ever been used at all. ❛ what is this place... a movie theatre? ❜ not exactly the romantic hideaway he had been envisioning, but hey, if it worked for her.
it was a welcome relief from the cold, at least, and matty hurried quickly through the door. the cinema didn’t look much better on the inside, with a thick layer of dust covering everything visible in the gloom. teasingly, he commented, ❛ i gotta say, rubes, kinda leanin’ towards agreein’ with the other guy, here. ❜ the feeling of her hand slipping into his brought a wide grin to his face, though, and he suddenly found that he didn’t have much else to complain about.
it was clear ruby had been here many times before, with the way she navigated the place confidently. ❛ come here a lot, do ya? ❜ it seemed an odd place for the redhead to frequent, a run-down cinema that hadn’t seen a living audience in years - but then again, maybe not. ruby’s nostalgia for times long past came across in everything she did and loved, why wouldn’t she enjoy visiting a place like this? and with that thought, matty began to appreciate the charm that the place held, just a little bit more.
by now, matty’s eyes had adjusted, and after ruby let go of his hand he slowed down to admire the main room, letting out a low whistle. the disembodied chuckle that resonated around the room might have been eerie had it come from anyone else,but from ruby it only brought a smile to his face. he wandered down the aisle, hand brushing over broken seats. ❛ okay, i’ll admit it’s growin’ on me. ‘s pretty cool. but what do y’ mean, it “reminds you of home”? ‘m pretty sure y’ve never mentioned livin’ in a condemned building, or y’ would’ve totally won all our contests. ❜
@rubyrednightingale
eye for an eye | jez & matty
queenxofxthieves:
Her fingers itched for a fight, adrenaline beginning to bubble up beneath the layer of her skin, the woman unable to even stand still anymore from the excitement that was quite apparent. Jezebel had to remind herself every few seconds not to harm the boy too much, no matter her instincts shrieked about ripped skin and left bruises, maybe a couple of broken bones—no, she had to convince herself she had enough self control not to give in, not unless he decided it was a good idea to swing first and she couldn’t help but push harder for him to make the first move. Even if the woman was merely his height with the shoes she wore, and didn’t look like having all that much muscle or strength, she always had to compensate with flexibility and being quick on her feet, having a quick brain—but there were a gun somewhere hidden behind the shirt in her back, and knives, many blades of various sizes that she would have loved to use on anyone else, even on Matty, it was just that.. That slow, annoying ticking sound at the back of her head, a reminder of someone she couldn’t hurt him much for. Goddamnit.
And then, he mentioned her himself. Jezebel said nothing, didn’t even react to that brief sentence just taking it as something she might use a little later. Instead, the brightest of grins flashed through her lips, making the woman appear albeit a little wicked, but friendly nonetheless. “You’re such a teeaase,” she cooed, lifting her chin up. Doubtful Jezebel looked authoritative or scary, or anything like that right this second as she stood there grinning, chirping. “Oh, well. You never know; I am full of surprises—maybe all you have to do is ask. Although I must say, as I believe so myself, that I am so much more fun with my hands untied. But! I do too like a fair fight, so—” she shrugged, and held out her pressed together wrists (from a distance, not moving any closer), soon the action followed by a chuckle.
It was quite unusual to find someone in War who preferred chatting to immediate action. All of those she had met have tried to beat her in the first five minutes of their “conversation” not ever trying to play a word fight first, which was just as enjoyable for the brunette swinging to sides happily, still holding her wrists as if Matty really was going to just tie them up for whatever reason. “You can’t let that slide?” A raised brow, hands stubbornly in the same position, and now a lop sided grin growing a little more malicious than before. “What are you going to do, Muyskens? Kill me?” One part of her screamed with the possibility of that, heart beginning to pump faster and her cheeks flushed as a result, breathing deepened. “Me..? What do I have to say for myself..” Jezebel hummed, knowing all too well that her words may have quite the impact on what happens next. “From the bottom of my heart—..My bad.”
jezebel might have looked perfectly harmless, standing there unarmed with her hands held out mockingly, but matty wasn’t buying a second of it. he could sense it - the second he launched any sort of attack she’d flip from demure kitten to bloodthirsty hellcat, and he needed to be on his guard. there would be no underestimating jezebel müller on his part - she couldn’t have become the leader of famine without a few tricks hidden up her sleeve, and she’d gotten the best of elena, after all, though of course, jezebel had had the element of surprise. that by itself was really grinding matty’s gears. she’d given them absolutely no chance, elena and the two level ones. and now she wanted to spit some bullshit about liking a fair fight? oh, HELL NO.
he’d be worried about the repercussions of attacking the leader of another house - if he wasn’t so sure that she had started it, and he was merely finishing it. still, while back-up would certainly have been helpful, and reassuring, he’d refrained from dragging anyone else into this just in case - war didn’t need to suffer any more losses right now, especially any caused directly by his own rashness. they were already weakened without their head honcho, how much more could they take?
❛ KILL YOU? nah, killin’ ain’t my style. what ‘m gonna do depends on how the rest of this conversation goes, babe, ❜ matty replied, his smile edged with anticipation. truthfully, matty could care less what else jezebel had to say from that point onward; at this point he was just itching to get started, the amusement having now entirely faded from his eyes, replaced by burning hostility. he could see the woman held absolutely no remorse for what she had done, but she would soon enough.
when jezebel confirmed as such in her next reply, flippant in both her choice of words and tone, matty took it as his cue. ❛ wrong answer ❜. he sighed as though in disappointment, rolled his neck left and right in a show of getting ready. bending down under the pretext of further stretching, without ever taking his eyes off of her the blonde slid the crow bar ( classy as ever - can take the boy out of the slums but not the slums out of the boy ) out from under his pant leg. like he had said, killing wasn’t his style - otherwise, he’d carry a gun more often.
❛ alright, enough dallyin’. luck to y’, sweetheart, ❜ were the only other words matty spared before the action. he stepped briefly into a fighting stance, then lunged forward. rapid strikes came with the full force of his strength, blows coming in a crisscross of slashes. thanks mostly to speed, the strikes landed, and after driving his ( uninjured ) leg up into her middle, matty pulled back, watching as blood welled and bruises bloomed on her skin. his smile filled with vicious satisfaction.
❛ y’ think y’r better’n us, dontcha? y’ thought y’ could jus’ walk in an’ put us down like fuckin’ dogs, an’ we take it lyin’ down? well, you can get FUCKED, jez. ❜
[text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit” {bex}
[ text >> evie ]: shhh, hakuna your tatas, eves[ text >> evie ]: i’m not pretending, i’m just choosing to move on[ text >> evie ]: might have made some poor choices, but all that’s in the past now[ text >> evie ]: (also, cards on the table, i can’t reeeeally afford to pay you back for the bail rn?)[ text >> evie ]: (but your contribution to the keep-matthew-muyskens-free foundation is much appreciated)
You had to change to survive.
Emma Donoghue, Room (via wordsnquotes)
[text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you
[ TEXT >> uptown girl ]: ?????[ TEXT >> uptown girl ]: are you kidding??[ TEXT >> uptown girl ]: who THE FUCK[ TEXT >> uptown girl ]: rubes where are you?[ TEXT >> uptown girl ]: they’re clearly asking to lose their fucking hands anD IM MORE THAN HAPPY TO OBLIGE
