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NOBODY'S HOME.i just watch her make the same MISTAKES again.

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[theanxiouschild]

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theanxiouschild:

girls x lousy sex.

jennifer’s body (2009) la vie d’adèle (2013) jeune & jolie (2013)

[workinggirl1988]

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anvbiis:

          She’s still concerned for the other – and that isn’t odd; Durren is CAPABLE of showing such; it was just tricky in the sense of who she showed it to. And the blonde definitely deserved some compassion – who the hell knew what she’d been through? Durren keeps a steady arm around the other’s waist, a support if she needs it, something to lean against. The hand in blonde hair almost tightens into a fist when she thinks about what happened a few moments ago, but she keeps herself calm, keeps a level head about her.          Never mind the adrenaline rush, the way the thing under her skin wants to smell blood, use her nails as claws and rip into his skin, give him something to remember her by. She pushes THAT part of her back, though it’s a corrupted effort, despite how many years she’s been doing it. Her nostrils still flare, ever so briefly, but she manages to meet the blonde’s gaze. “Don’t apologize.” It’s firm, commanding, but soft, too, thumb gently brushing over the spot where he’d ripped hair free. “Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here before he wakes up.”

’ okay. ‘  she lets out a deep breath, lashes blinking away tears as one hand reaches up to rub wet cheeks raw. this is NOT how she wants to be seen, this is NOT what she had wanted out of tonight. but flirting with anyone, let alone a girl anywhere near mike was like playing with fire. & though she shouldn’t, she blames herself for getting BURNT.  ‘ where? ‘  her head throbs with pain but she’s managed to pull herself together. there are no more tears & the only remaining sign of previous events are her red face, sad eyes & slightly bloody scalp.  ‘ where are we gonna go? ‘ 

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krackedbones:

          ❝ Oh, shit. ❜ She pauses, scratching around the piercing as her brows furrow together. ❝ What was the question? ❜

she laughs & it’s genuine, dirty blond locks clinging to her face as she shakes her head.  ‘ basically --- what do you do to ENTERTAIN yourself? ‘

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solarveined:

               “it DEFINITELY wasn’t my intention on fightin’ anyone tonight. but this asshole is very much testin’ my patience. think ya’ can be on standby if i NEED BACKUP ??”

// trappingtaylor .

’ yeah, for sure ---- but you look pretty tough to me. ‘

[sickboywolfgang]

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krackedbones

          ❝ Well, Techno Kitty is pretty fuckin’ fun? ❜ She tilts her head, idly playing one of the piercings in her ear. ❝ I dunno, I don’t really need one. ❜ That didn’t mean a replacement wasn’t already on its way, but she really didn’t struggle not having a phone. ❝ Fuck. I just keep myself entertained. ❜

spots the piercing, her working digits & smiles a little, already feeling way more comfortable than before. it’s strange, as if the mere action makes reg feel more --- human. ( ha ha )  ‘ that didn’t really answer my question. but hell, i guess i’ll take it. ‘

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anvbiis

            It’s happened before. Undoubtedly, by the way the blonde knows how to free herself, despite hurting herself in the process. It’s happened before, because she tries so damn hard to defend herself but can’t quite manage. But it’s not going to happen any more tonight. Not here. Not if Durren can help it. He’s  a fucking asshole, and she drops her cigarette to the ground, grinds it with the toe of her shoe and moves forward. Being careful of the blonde, she steps around her, balls her hand into a fist. Hits him in the stomach, hard, wants to make him gasp for air. And you know what? While she’s at it, if he doubles over from that, she’ll knee him good in the balls, too, give him a good shove so he falls on his backside.              Fuck if her knuckles don’t hurt – they’ll likely be bruised to all hell but what else is new? She shakes her hand once, glances around quickly. A few people of the crowd closest to them are wary, but she pays no mind – she’s more concerned for the other female, wraps an arm around her middle to haul her to her feet. Runs a hand over her hair, careful of that spot he’d yanked, pulled hair from. “Hey – you okay?”

eyes squeeze shut & she can hear it. she hears it all --- the groans of pain from mike, to the sound of the other’s knuckles colliding with his flesh. god dammit.  ‘ fine. yeah ... ‘  her head is aching & it hurts so fucking bad she can’t hardly stand it.  ‘ fuck. ‘  she swallows a sob, not daring to look back at her provider, her abuser. he’s never been this way in public before.  ‘ fuck fuck fuck. ‘  the gentle touch is appreciated, though she can still feel the pain, a hammer pounding away at her skull. it helps. her arm around her waist, the hand in her hair. it helps.  ‘ i didn’t think he would ---- not here. ‘  her head bows & she sucks in a deep breath before whispering an apology.

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anvbiis

             A smile ( careful there, you’re dropping your facade ) curls her lips at that, a short, not-all-there laugh breaking from her lips. It’s quiet, it’s hushed, not authentic by any terms but it’s something to fill the silence, something to do rather than talk. Her ego doesn’t need a boost; it’s inflated as it is, nor does she need to push any more boundaries tonight.               She leans back, takes a longer drag from her cigarette, exhales the smoke in the opposite direction. “Irresistible, huh? I’d be careful.” Another flick of her cigarette, a nod toward the man in question. “Wouldn’t want to piss your boyfriend off. He comes after you in front of me, though, I’ll gladly kick his ass.”

’ i can handle myself. ‘  she hears mike behind her but tunes him out. & as the other pulls away she finds herself turning too, hands on either side of the female’s head.  ‘ but i’m sure you could handle me just fine t--- ‘  her head yanks backwards & curses, hands leaving the wall to grab onto to the back of her head. stumbling back, she tilts her head & squints at the attractive girl, as if she has the answers to the pain boiling in the back of her skull. her hair is twisting, almost like ----like ... a fist. into a fist. it’s him & she yells his name & kicks backwards in an attempt to get him right where it hurts but to no avail. & she hears him mutter something along the lines of lets go home. now! but she tries to walk forward instead, back to the other but is instantly pulled back.  ‘ MOTHER FUCKER! ‘  angry tears well up in brown eyes & she’s embarrassed. humiliated.  ‘ not now mike .. ‘  groaning, she finally comes to the conclusion he won’t let go so she lets her legs give way. falling to the floor, her knees throb from the impact but she slips from his fingers & he’s left with a chunk of dirty blond hair in his hand. she doesn’t even care.

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

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inspirant:

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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anvbiis

          Now, that caught her interest, somewhat. “Not any man, huh?” Another draw from her cigarette, another soft exhale, a flick to one end to rid the growing ashes at the tip. Durren isn’t STUPID; she knows by the other’s actions and implying tone JUST WHAT SHE MEANS. ( doesn’t mean she wants to, ) but that doesn’t mean she can’t TOY with her a bit, right? She’s been toyed with enough. What this woman deserved was genuine affection. ( Fuck, maybe they both did, ) but from each other wouldn’t be right, not like this.

        A lean forward, lips nearly brushing the other’s as she speaks – she’s pushing it, ( she LOVES to push it, loves to toe that line ) and will gladly clock the chick’s boyfriend in the face if he tries hitting either of them for it. “…Interesting.”

’ not ANY man. ‘  she repeats, humming happily as the brush of the woman’s lip come in contact with her own. nicotine meeting alcohol. what a deadly combination.  ‘ i mean .. ‘  carelessly, she drops the bottle of beer & fingers rise to toy with durren’s hair ( just like SHE is toying with her )  ‘ girls are just so .. beautiful, you know? ‘  luckily mike hasn’t noticed them yet. & taylor hasn’t dared show any sort of affection to ANYONE in front of him, let alone someone of her same sex.  ‘ & irresistible .... so irresistible ----- damn, you’re hot. ‘

[mrsmilicevic]

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mrsmilicevic:

This thing is going to follow you. Somebody gave it to me. And I passed it to you back in the car. It could look like someone you know or it could be a stranger in a crowd. Whatever helps it to get close to you.

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krackedbones

          The taller female shrugs off the comment as well as the compliment that follows. Compliments were rarely tossed in her direction, so she was unsure of how to receive it. ❝ I don’t usually answer my phone anyways. ❜ Several checked read receipts could confirm that.

’ if you don’t have a phone ---- & when you DID, you never answered it .. what do you do, huh? ‘  brows arch & pink lips curl into a smirk, one mixed with a smile. friendly yet mischievous. the PERFECT combination.  ‘ enlighten me. ‘

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krackedbones

          Actually, she wasn’t lying. She really had lost her phone in river, paranoia convincing her there was someone using her phone to track her. ❝ It’s not a lie. ❜

’ hm. ‘  she wants to believe her & in some ways --- she DOES. but she, herself ... also suffers from paranoia but obviously not to reg’s extent.  ‘ well, sucks for me. ‘  her tongue reaches out to dampen dry brims, shoulders rising to shrug off any doubt.  ‘ cause you’re really fucking hot. ‘

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anvbiis

                    ( so much damn touching. )  Another drag from her cigarette, another mental shove at herself to behave. She doesn’t even pull away from the other, which is surprising in itself. Usually she’d shrug her off, make way to get away from her – but looking at the guy in question brought a gleam to her eye. Maybe she could kick his ass while he was down, earn the woman beside her a little more gratification.

     He couldn’t punish her for others beating him up, could he? And Durren was more than willing to throw a few punches his way. Though, the other’s lips at her ear were distracting her more than anything else at the moment, and shortly, those feelings get the best of her. She turns her head, exhaling a breath of smoke when she speaks, their lips nearly meeting. She’s teasing.

“You shouldn’t have to let anyone else fuck you. You should WANT it to happen.”

she INHALES the second hand smoke as a slight, nearly unnoticeable shiver runs up her spine. she’s drunk, but she knows what’s happening, notices the teasing. she likes it.  ‘ i always want to be FUCKED. ‘  she makes no effort to move away from the stranger. & the somewhat rough squeeze on her arm turns into something more gentle; fingertips lightly tip tapping against the female’s clothed shoulder.  ‘ just not by him. or ANY man for that matter. ‘