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Finally, an oasis in this wasteland ----- Lucien Carr pinned by Si
a bad bitch like me is going through some emotions rn but that’s ok bc I’m still bad
threerealms:
There’s another roll of his eyes. Of course Lu wasn’t going to write his own papers. He was sure the boy had no idea what was even written in the papers his name was stamped on. For all he knew it was probably a love letter to the tutor. “Point made. Are you coming out tonight or are you going to sit in your room and stare at the ceiling till a puppy comes knocking?”
“I was just going to sit in my room, but if you have better plans then by all means enlighten me.” A half smile creeped onto his lips as he shifted his weight from one foot to another, one hip cocking out to the side, “What exactly do you have planned?”
threerealms:
Will watched him, leaning his chin on his hand as the reluctant poet wrote his own name on the sheet. Marvelous. “When I’ve barely seen you write a word all year; for you, it is.” He took the book back, snapping it closed. “Do you plan on getting your little puppy dogs to write your shit all year, or do you actually plan on writing a single word of it yourself?”
“Have you not heard the phrase ‘work smarter not harder?’“ It’s a question aired with an amused expression as he reaches for his own books, and pushes them into his bag, “Why would I stress myself with assignments when I have people tripping over themselves to do them for me? Just doesn’t make since.”
@threerealms cont. x
He’s quick to pick up the pen, scribbling his name on one of the empty lines before passing it back, he wrote better in vocalization, holding a pen to paper was simply a shackle he didn’t dawn if he could help it, “Are you amazed? Is that what passes for a parlor trick these days?”
@xspitfirex cont. x
“Forgive me for noticing the odd looks of other patrons.” He couldn’t help the chuckle that left him at the sheer DELIVERY of her retort, he was not the enemy, he didn’t care enough to, “I’ll leave you to the mercy of creepy stares next time.”
@bxrnqueen cont. x
“My mother required that I learn,” There's a slight pause so that he can slide a cigarette out of his pack and press it between his lips before flicking a match to light the end of it, “I think though, that, when one repeats a task enough times there springs fort a certain enjoyment of the monotony. After all, Life can be quite explosive. It’s good to have a constant.”
Reblog this if your muse is bi.
chavborn:
“ Nah bruv, pay me no mind. Just rambling. ”
“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. Poe.” The quote is spouted with a smile as he reaches into his pocket for some matches, flicks it and holds it to the end of his cigarette, puffing on it, “So what were you rambling about?”
“ Why don’t we have bulletproof underwear? ”
“ y’know, to protect le goods? ”
“I’m going to be HONEST with you.” A pause while he slid a cigarette between his lips, “I have no idea what you’re TALKING about.”
An knee ways Hype af to get things kicked off for the BOI so give that heart a boop and we’ll whip you something right up!
― Kill Your Darlings (2013) Allen: And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.