YOUNG GOD

and you know we're going to be legends.

[dvoyd]

Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?

thoughts of a stray iii | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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cordeliamcqueen:

Taking a break from her art after hitting a wall with it, Cordelia had taken a walk by the river before stopping for a coffee on her way back to the university. Sipping her drink and waiting for the caffeine hit, she was quite content in her own company with her mind running through possible routes she could take the painting she was working on. Something about it was slightly off with her lacking the ease her uncle had always had to bring her creations to life. From mind to canvas had always been her issue, her imagination and high standards for herself making it almost impossible to be satisfied most of the time. Still, she knew how to deal with these ruts: take a step back, leave it and go back with a fresh pair of eyes. 

She’d lost track of the time she’d been in the cafe when on a whim she glanced around the spacious, high ceilings of Vaults before her eyes landed on someone familair. “You would be welcome to join if you have the time.”

Marc was walking around aimlessly, debating why he had even stepped outside. He needed to get out of his apartment, and it was a fairly nice day outside, so he had somehow ended up here. It was too early to hit up a bar like he wanted and he was feeling too anxious to sleep the day away. But, a walk didn’t ease the tight set of his shoulders like he expected. Pushing into a coffee shop, he hoped some caffeine would help him.

After ordering a cup of coffee, Marc was about to leave again when he spotted Cordelia sitting off to the side. He glanced at her, she looked content sitting alone and lost in thought. He had decided against bothering her, and was about to turn on his heel to walk out the door, when she noticed him and spoke out. Stepping closer, he shrugged, “If you don’t mind.” He didn’t know if she was just being polite or not, offering him some company out of spite. But, after the spring ball and the surprisingly nice evening they had, Marc hoped she was talking to him as a friend. 

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aiden-stafford:

“Gee, I’d hate to miss up a photo op?” Giving Marc his signature smile, there was the obvious playful sarcasm in his voice. Aiden at once when the tailor gave him the green light, loosened the tie from around his neck. These fittings were the last thing he wanted to spend his time doing. “Yeah, well I put it off because these fittings are pure torture to me–it’s the third one this month..” His voiced faltered. Aiden was a busy body, always on the move so that anything that required him to stand still was just painful. But in order to make his mother happy– he decided to go along with it. Placing the suit on a nearby hanger, he started refolding his pocket square. 

“That does not surprise me–” Jamie, whom Aiden was beginning to think wasn’t human. Because perfection could not exist, how could someone have their life together as he did. Although Aiden loved his chaos, his artistic ways, Jamie Heather was damn intriguing. Each of the Riot members were to Aiden and he recalled writing all about it in his journal after their first gathering. Aiden looked at Marc through the mirror he stood in front of, a genuine smile graced his features. Aiden had always been honest. “I admit I had my skepticism in the beginning, but I am excited to see what our leader has up his sleeve?” Aiden finally took the time to think about what he was getting himself into, “–did he say anything to you? You know what the next gathering I suggest the beach.. sun ..sand. No need for these..” He held up his pocket square.

Marc laughed, “Can’t miss one of those, obviously.” He was still smiling as he turned to one of the tailors, and handed them the garment bag he was holding. Marc waited until the tailor had stepped away to look back at Aiden. Nodding, he groaned, “I know. I hate these fittings,” he stated but as he watched Aiden hang his suit up, “But, at least you’re done, man.” Marc rolled his shoulders and sighed. He didn’t want to be at this tailor shop any more than it seemed Aiden did. He hated standing here, forced to look at himself in various mirrors. Forced to confront the man that wasn’t just slipping into another suit, but another facade that he couldn’t abandon. 

“He always has something planned,” Marc agreed but shook his head, “No, he didn’t tell me this time. But, he did assure me there would be drinks, so I’m set.” he chuckled. Marc watched the tailor approach him with the suit jacket first, gesturing him to put it on. Taking the jacket and slowly slipping it on, Marc grinned at Aiden’s words. “That’s something I can get behind. A nice beach, a nice yacht, and no fucking suits. Let’s make it happen.”

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charzerilli:

“Oh, yeah. You definitely do get your point across. It’s just – you don’t mind if I make a few amendments, do you? Nothing major, of course, but there are a few points that I’d say need clarification.”

Marc groaned and leaned forward in his seat, “Just say it’s horrible.” He had asked Charlotte to proofread one of his papers, and since he was so close to failing the class, he really needed this paper to help pull his grade up. But, he knew the essay was shit. He had no clue what he was writing about. So, he was surprised that she was being so nice about it – and he was still more than surprised that she even agreed to help him. “But, yeah, do whatever. Fix it. It’s shit. And I can’t afford to fail this class, fuck.”

[mattdaddariosource]

[wordsnquotes]

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

Andrea Gibson (via wordsnquotes)

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lucaslockwood:

“It’s somewhere in the oath I took to the Riot Club I’m sure,” Lucas stretched his mouth into a brief smile though his eyes made it a sad one. Wasn’t he allowed to have concern for a fellow human being, especially one that factored into his life often? “I know what it’s like to lose people,” he added more quietly before summing up in a cursory tone meant to stop the moment from getting too heartfelt, “And you look like crap thse days so everyone’s going to worry. Get your head straight. We all have a reputation to maintain. I’m going to ignore the comment about betting against me for now. We’re on the same side and I’m sure you can’t mean it.”

“Maybe,” Marc mumbled, “Maybe not. But, I never asked you to, so.” he spoke quietly before listening to the other’s next words, causing him to glance up quickly. But, the tone in Lucas’s voice shifted faster than Marc could respond. Letting a scoff slide off his lips, Marc leaned back in his seat. “Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to do.” He was trying, extremely hard, to make it seem like he had his shit together. But, maybe he had to try harder. “Are we on the same side?” Marc had to ask. The Riot Club was one entity, but there were delicate borders drawn within the members as well, and it was clear to him. 

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arabellawindscr:

The closer he got the more solid her position became. She barely had to do any work with other men considering they would have already at least graced her with their touch but Marc Arkwright wasn’t like other men. That she was smart enough to know. “You act as if I actually have a good moral compass and deny people entry to my home simply due to lack of basic - and often worthless - information. He somehow got my number and wanted to fuck so who am I to deny him to opportunity to join the club?” Her words were almost playful as she spoke of the unwritten list of conquests to her name that could easily form the biggest club on campus. But that was something more for the blondes ego. Extending her hand, she allowed her finger to trace along the length of his jaw gently as she murmured, “The main difference between them and you is that I actually don’t mind when you come see me. Sometimes, they’re all just a nuisance to my tranquility. And considering that I often go to you, you almost don’t even count since that’s a never on all other fronts.” Her hand dropped on her last word, a small shrug of the shoulders to follow. Her necessity to be touched and kissed by him had exceed maximum capacity to the point that if he didn’t come to her, she had to go to him. At this rate, he was going to become the only person who could even get her genuinely aroused. “Of course you wouldn’t.”

The silence was greeted with nothing but open arms as the soft noise from the television could still be heard in the background. Perhaps she should have turned it off when she had gone to answer the door but it wasn’t like it truly was of importance to her in that moment. Her eyes flicked to the side as she noticed his hand reach into the fridge but she only moved the moment he had gotten what he was looking for, using her leg to slowly hook around the door and close it. After she finished, Arabella moved herself to stand directly in front of the taller male before lifting the freshly wrapped ice pack to his cheek where she pressed it gently, eyes narrowing ever so slightly in thought. She still remained quiet as she didn’t have much of anything to say but the blonde also hoped that he didn’t mind her lack of conversation.

Marc tilted his head to the side, eyes skimming over Arabella’s features as he swallowed the initial words he wanted to say and replaced it with another thinly veiled version. “Like that changes anything about you,” he murmured. He knew the words that floated about Arabella around campus, and Marc hated acting like they didn’t bother him. In reality, he was ready to beat the shit out of whoever’s mouth was talking. Jealousy? The urge to fight anyone that acted like they knew the girl when they couldn’t even decipher anything beyond her lips? Whatever it was, Marc hated hearing her name in other guys’ mouths. 

Subtly leaning into her touch, Marc reached out to place a hand on her hip and draw her in closer. “Hmm? I’m not quite sure – it seems like I destroy your tranquility much more than you’d like.” He let a smirk twitch at his lips, before he was pressing them back into a thin line, “Well, my door is always open to you.” Marc couldn’t remember one instance where he had turned the girl away, and he couldn’t ever imagine doing so. As long as she kept showing up, he’d let her in. Marc slowly let his hand fall away as she shifted back, sighing. 

The silence between them stretched out as she took the ice pack and lightly pressed it to his cheek. He watched as a soft look fell over her face, the one she always got when she was in thought. Marc didn’t mind the quiet. A moment like this was rare between the two – contrasting their usual heated exchanges, passion and attraction letting them fall into a maddening spiral every time they were near each other. Letting out a slow breath, Marc let the silence falter for a moment. “What are you thinking about?”

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TEXT / marc

Charlotte: sounds to me more like an average night. your standard seems to be slipping. prove me wrong?

Charlotte: see, everyone knows having a zerilli there automatically boosts a party's rep. not that you need that much, but think how many pretty girls are gonna follow once you've got me!! it'll be fun

Marc: Nothing to do with me is average

Marc: Might just invite you just to get you to stop talking...

Marc: We'll see how I'm feeling

[hellanne]

I’m a ghost that everyone can see;

Franz Wright, Empty Stage (via soracities)

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clearlyclare:

Sophia was a bit surprised how strong the smell of alcohol was on him already, but she didn’t comment on it. Getting lectured by one’s dealer is nothing anyone wants. She liked to think of herself as more than just a dealer, but still. She raised an eyebrow at his enthusiasm but kept quiet once again, nodding instead and coming into his room. “You have my money?” 

Marc took a step back into his apartment, almost stumbling, as he let Sophia in. “Yeah, yeah, always,” he murmured with a grin. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet. “Just the usual amount, yeah?” he asked, pulling out a few bills and handing them over. “But, hey, you should stay. Have a drink with me, use some of this stuff.”

[classybynina]

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text to: Jamie

Jamie: No. I'm actually trying hard to charm you so that's why i'm expecting results~

Jamie: She's jealous all the girls are listening to me instead of her or sth

Jamie: It's about using the right lighter my friend. The selection is tough!!!!!

Marc: Well, cmon, you gotta try harder

Marc: I'm expecting more from you

Marc: Uh what girls are listening to you?

Marc: I'm pretty I have a lighter that's perfectly fine to use

[beautysonfire]

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@lucaslockwood

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clearlyclare:

After getting Marc’s text, sending her the list of things he ordered she went over there herself to deliver it and collect her money. Good costumer service was important to her, after all. Knocking on his door, polite smile on her face when he opened it. “Can I come in?” She wasn’t foolish enough to practice drug trades out in the open. 

@wydmarc

As soon as Marc heard the knock on his door, he knew it was Sophia. She was always quick in making her deliveries, never leaving him waiting for too long, and he was glad. Sometimes he needed the stuff right away, like today. He was planning on getting fucked up tonight – and he was already started. Drinking hard liquor straight from the bottle, Marc took another swig before making his way to the door. He opened the door, oblivious to his fucked appearance in comparison to Sophia, and greeted her with a large smile. “Sophia!” His enthusiasm was heightened by the alcohol in his system, contrasting the usual brooding mood the other would encounter when she made previous trips to drop off something. “Yeah, yeah, come in,” he opened the door wider, stepping back as he made room for the other girl to come in. 

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aiden-stafford:

The tailor of course mentioned Aiden’s lack of enthusiasm as he continued to finalize the adjustments to his suit. Aiden wasn’t being too picky in his selection either. Having chosen the first thing that was suggested to him and to add he went off of words he heard his mother speak. That Tom Ford could do no wrong. It was a nice suit, but Aiden still could not find it in him to be interested in the event. These days he’d rather be locked up in his room, scribbling away in his journal. He felt no need to be social, although partially something told him it was for the best. To continue to appear as if everything was of the norm, well the norm for Aiden. But he also knew if he didn’t leave his room those thoughts of his would resurface and again he could not think of it. He couldn’t help but wonder if Dexter was going.

Once the tailor finished the hemming of his pants Aiden finally released a breath he had not realized he was holding. He tried to change his lighten his mood, find some way to be the happy, or whatever he was known for. When he felt he was done for the day, Aiden slipped the white jacket from his shoulders, careful not to move too much so he didn’t get stuck by any pins. He saw Marc wondering if he too was making last minute preparations as he. 

“Why do I even bother if you’re just going to show up?” Feigning annoyance, Aiden couldn’t contain his laugh. The first one of the day actually.

@wydmarc

Marc had to get ready for the latest Riot Club event – another party or dinner or whatever where he would be expected to show up in the best form. Nothing less would be expected from him, and he knew that. So, he was fixing up one of his favourite suits and as he wandered into the tailor shop, he spotted Wes. A smile made his way onto his lips as he greeted the other. Laughing at his comment, Marc shrugged, “I don’t know, but it wouldn’t be a complete Riot Club mess if a member was missing.” Marc was only teasing, pretending to flaunt his ego like he often did around the guys. While him and Wes weren’t the closest in the group, Marc had nothing but easy interactions with the other that he always enjoyed. 

“I’m just glad I’m not the only one who’s leaving this to last minute,” Marc nodded toward the jacket Wes was holding, “I think Jamie got his suit weeks ago. He’s always ready for these things.” Marc mentioned their club leader as he spoke, “You excited, though?”