love is a blood sport.

one pack of smokes from broke.

[bearclawmarks]

Meaningless sex is great. I mean it. It really is. Don’t get all conservative on me, it’s just an opinion. It’s nice to forget the heaviness in your heart and replace with a light pressing in the small of your back. It’s easy to get high off someone else’s lips, and ignore that thudding in your stomach, that constant reminder that you’re far from normal. It’s nice to have dark bruises down your neck than on your heart. I don’t even like using that word, because I don’t think I even fucking own one anymore. Or do I? Just fuck me. I mean it. Fuck me and get me out of here.

“Stepping Into Black Leather” (by me eW)

[brookrpt]

( — &&. a guide on how to play a character on drugs. )

P A R T 1 . after being in the rpc for awhile, i realized how little everyone is educated on drug use when almost every rp has them forced somewhere in the plot. so, i am here to tell you a bit on how you use each drug, the symptoms, what it comes from so you know how to use it, and a bit of a description on each. i won’t be listing every single drug since there are over 24,000 drugs in the world. but, if i don’t list the one you are looking for don’t be shy to ask. enjoy ! also, keep in mind, i have never used any of these things, just did my research. so, if this is not correct, i’m so sorry ! this is only part one. i’ll get to the more life destroying in part two !

[brookrpt]

Keep reading

[enterrement]

[neaarty]

[lumiicre-deactivated20161103]

someone give me a purely platonic relationship where they’re best friends and they just go do random shit together. Go to 7/11 and buy slurpees at 2 in the morning, sneak into a movie theatre and throw popcorn at the screen, drive around and sing along to whatever’s on the radio, help the other sneak out of detention, drink together but not actually sleep together. Actually complain to them about their lovelifes and the other just laughing at their faces but gives them advices later. PLS. Someone. LETS BE BFFFLZIES

[withpills]

unhcly: rowan.

@untrvths

          rowan had been busying herself with work, picking up as many shifts as possible, working herself to the point that her blisters had blisters… but that wouldn’t stop her, not when she had managed to work to the point of nearly forgetting him. she was twelve dances away from feeling someone elses hands on her body… feeling someone elses breath fan over the skin of her shoulder.. rowan was so close to making sure no other customer would have abel’s face… but unfortunately, such a thing was easier said than done. 

         and that was why she was in the locker room now ( for the ninth night in a row ), sore hands shoveling her shit into a duffle as she waited for her check, as always the last one to get it. “fuck, you’d think you were fucking cutting it yourself back there..” she murmured as her boss entered, an unamused glare set onto her otherwise innocent face. “don’t you have like an accountant that drops that shit off to you? why are you always losing mine?”

       “ did i say i lost it last time? ” a genuine question. luck couldn’t honestly keep tabs on the excuses he’d poured over her to get some sliver of .. this. ( because saying ‘ alone time ’ felt too creepy and though luck was persistent, he couldn’t quite box himself within such a mundane description. ) the hand that had initially been extended with an envelope that had her name scribbled across the front tucked back by his side, both arms folded over his chest and his eyebrows pulled together ever so slightly. ominous intimidation hadn’t ever worked on rowan, and christ, if that wasn’t a reason for luck to reel after her even more. too often girls caved beneath his every beck and call. 

          her tone wasn’t one people often pulled in his presence, especially the girls in the club. but luck adored them, even if it wasn’t something he would ever garner the need to admit aloud, and rowan especially was one of his top three. traffic at the club had picked up unprecedentedly since that first day she’d stepped out of the dressing room. his head tilted to the side some, faintest dusting of a smile beginning to soften the edges of his lips despite the otherwise stoic expression cast over his face. “ you wanna ask again, a little nicer? ” 

[withpills]

unhcly: leo.

@untrvths

      it was often that leo did this ( but saying so out loud would be an outright lie ), but occasionally, from time to time she liked to dabble.. dip her toes into the serene pool of blurred sexuality.. which was why, tonight, as she played a charity even for some frat on some college in middle america that she made her way to a blonde, disregarding the hoards of fans to her left and right, all calling out for a moment of time, a second of attention but the musician had her eyes only trained on the mile long legs just a few steps in front of her. 

          “hey.” she spoke smoothly, bandmates in tow as they too scoped out the surrounding population for someone to warm their bed for the night. “did you enjoy the show?” it was cliche and leo swore up and down she had gotten her female pickup routine from some cheesy 1980′s rom com but she didn’t care.. not when it got the left side of her bed filled at the end of the night. 

     heather was on cloud nine, the brunt of the performance still running alongside the beat of her heart. she wasn’t quite sure if it was the alcohol or the high that currently casted the light fog over blue irises ─ but that was beside the point. she felt good. her attention tumbled from the person beside her to the new voice that spoke up, corners of her mouth settled in an easy smile as her head tilted out pure reaction. the girl was gorgeous, that much had been evident the second she stepped on stage, and the way she commanded the crowd’s attention was on a completely different level. heather couldn’t help that she was naturally attracted to people that awed the masses.

      “ so much. ” which was earnest, she’d promise. “ haven’t really heard about you guys before, but i was dragged here by this one ─ ” her hand halfheartedly waved in the direction of the friend beside her. “ now i’m hooked. ” for more than one reason, maybe, but heather wouldn’t print herself out as a cliché ; an underground rock star would certainly be infinitely better than whatever drunken fool she’d stumble into on her way back to her dorm. 

[astrology-secrets]

The “I will do it because you said I couldn’t” club

[withpills]

the rest of my stats are gonna be done tomorrow bc i work all day today, but if you’d like a starter based off something in your wishlist like this post ‘n’ i’ll get to it later tonight & early tomorrow.

[zaynmoji]

[starsandcosmos]

Ok but like a soulmates plot where Muse A is this guy with messy hair and a love of flannels and combat boots and hates all things soulmates because his mom believed in it so much and all that got him was a dead beat missing father and a broken hearted mom. The second a name appeared on his 13th birthday, he covered it up and refused to look. And then he meets Muse B who is this soft spoken but firey ball of moonlight and he knows that she used to be sunshine and sundresses and mary janes and then a stupid ass jock broke her heart and now Muse B hides in to big sweaters and dirty converse and too much eyeliner. So despite having know idea why he has this urge to just like know her, Muse A befriends her and they start hanging out constantly and she’s just a wreck of getting drunk off wine coolers and hiding her tears in the sleeves of her sweaters and soon he falls hard. They sneak into parks and go to concerts and walks through the woods behind her house and he sees everything those assholes missed and he’s never hated anyone more than the man who broke her spirit. But with him suddenly she’s laughing again and smiling and just looking at him in those ways that make his fucking heart stop. But like he knows she’s too good for him and deserves so much more so he just swears to be her best friend, her anything. And one night when tucking her into bed after Muse B gets wasted and finally admits how much she’s been hurt, he sees it. Spots it while tucking sheets around ankles adorned with cute, kitschy socks. His name. Scrawled across skin and suddenly it all makes sense and holy fuck he actually loves this girl and the universe knows too.  And then from there who knows???? I had a lot of Au emotions today fam.

[bloodstriped-deactivated2017060]

D.J. Cotrona for Da Man Magazine (Aug/Sept 2015)

[larmoyante]

You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.

Silas House, This is My Heart for You (via weltenwellen)

[everyglitteringkiss]

okay but an au where muse a summons a demon of lust to have their first time with; it’s all fine and dandy, transaction’s made, they probably break the bed, muse a is properly deflowered and when they wake up the demon’ll be gone. great.

except muse b, the demon of lust, thinks the apartment is pretty neat and decides to stay. it’s like having an unwanted roommate. a cocky, lusty demon as roommate.

yeah, not so fine and dandy.

[anttidotes]

anyway give me a cliche plot based on TINDER where muse a is staying over at a friend’s house and they can’t sleep so they’re mindlessly scanning through the app and they end up finding muse b who just so happens to be their or best friend’s brother ( the same best friend that’s passed out next to them ) and they swipe right based on principle like they know this person so ofc they feel obligated to swipe but then oh ! they get matched up ! and now muse a has no idea if muse b did the same thing or if they’re actually interested and while they’re panicking they get a message from muse b that’s like “still up? come hang ;~)” and then like ….. things happen ya know what i mean

[pohpy]

[withpills]

emptymcney: taylor. 

♛ ░▐     TENDERNESS wasn’t something that taylor was good at, but when it came to seduction that was a needed thing. sometimes rough was good, then again a little soft and slow worked too, it all depended on the partner you were dancing with.

as her body rolled to meet his, he gave a soft growl and pulled her all the closer, not that there was much room left between their bodies as it were. with his lips working at her neck, the hands at her hips lifted and tugged at whatever layers parted skin against skin.

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         HER MUSCLES quiver beneath his touch, a mere showcase of the sensitivity her body withholds at whatever dose of attention it’ll get. though heather’s always been one to feed into egomania, and if ever it was demanded of her to blame his hands alone for the way goosebumps littered her arms, then she would fold. every time. 

delicate fingertips embed into the back of his neck as soon as the rest of her clothes are discarded. a tuft of a moan’s exhaled past pink lips, keeping them parted with the breath that follows until she gathers the whim to bite nails into his skin with the hope of translating her need for his mouth against hers.