j2rabbit

[j2rabbit]

living my best 2010 life and FINALLY writing my villain crush @dl4urentis

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" drinking alone in a corner? how very clichè. "

amused quirk of her lips accompanies her comment, sashaying closer to the table where the man sits with his liquor of choice. and because the ink and paint is almost empty on a thursday evening, she finds company in the stranger as she moves to sit opposite to him.

"i hope my presence isn't disturbing your solitude, " jessica understands the need for alone time better than people assume. when you spend your nights surrouded by drunk people and alcohol and cigar smoke, pretending that your eyes glisten with playfulness instead of exhaustion, you learn to crave that solitude at the end of a long evening. however, for some reason, tonight misery loves company.

" did you enjoy the show? " a question she doesn't really care to hear an answer to, but for the sake of idle chitchat, she still adds, " i always tell my boss that it's pointless to sing when there's barely any audience, " jessica leans closer on the table, hand brushes against his sleeve playfully, " but if you enjoyed it, then maybe it wasn't. " @dehrdevil

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WHY DO WE ALWAYS HURT THE ONES WE LOVE ... ruby lane of fear street. by nosta.

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" perhaps it seems like one, but who am i to assume things about you? " she curls her lips further into a smirk, reaching for her own glass and taking the tiniest of sips ( she seldom drinks at the job, likes to keep a steady balance between her mind and body ). the truth is, her words are genuine -- she finds herself intrigued by the man before her; perhaps the way someone would find a room completely bare of any light itriguing. the darkness draws all kinds of ideas of what there might be inside, and in the case of mr. wayne, it is kind of the same. his eyes make her wonder what he's thinking; it seems he thinks quite a lot. perhaps more than he speaks.

" i personally believe there can't really be anything done to fix this city, " jessica shrugs, though her words are genuine. gotham is a bottomless pit, reeking of corruption and blood. there is nothing else to be done but keep an eye on your own back when you walk alone at night, " maybe it's just meant to be this way. maybe there's something inherently rotten about gotham, " maybe this city is just cursed by god, " i've heard many a politician say they want this place to improve, yes. most of them, however, are part of the problem."

a pause, she twirls her glass in her hand, " it's a shame, i don't think even that person called the batman can fix this place. " a well- intentioned fool or just another criminal? she wonders about that quite a lot, " though i suppose people like you already hate them on principle. "

a white lie , carefully formulated - this lie feels foreign and as the worlds formulate and fall ; he can't help but allow the pull of cheekbones as his eyes widen ever so. one might think that bruce wayne does indeed have some influence over the city of gotham ; that his name is all that is required to step through any door.

it's a lie. his name nothing more than an inherited antiquated artifact. the waynes and arkhams are old money - the kind of money that was built upon blood. gotham runs through his very veins , if he appears tired it's because he is. there is no rest for those who think him a coward , hiding up in wayne towers as he looked down upon the city.

the ruination of his empire had come in one fell swoop - the emergence of edward nashton had uncovered the wayne's little secret , another heir ... a scandal.

nights like this seem endless , uptown as a piano player gently plays piano man - the drink that i had to pretend to spill before she offered me another. i don't drink , i can't drink though ? it's more for the obvious reasons ... it'd be easy to allow my mind to slowly ebb away , to become everything that gotham wanted me to become. will , it's a lovely thing yet ? i'm finding that i'm losing a war that's inevitable. this conversation serves as a diversion and i find comfort in that. so i decide to continue , my features softening ever so as the lightening plays to my advantage. the bruising hidden , the faint yellow that fades into my hairline could be mistaken for the blonde that's grown in - a homage to my arkham roots.

' did it seem like a lie ? ' he confirms her suspicion , then allowing for a brief pause , ' no , ... faith and hope to me could be one in the same ' reaching for whiskey as he studies the liquid , ' hope is what it is ... the belief that this place can improve ' his grey eyes then catching her gaze , ' ambitious perhaps , though what's the worst that can happen ? ' above them a tv silently airs GCN (gotham city news) as a famous psychologist aims to have a private audience with edward nashton ; pleading his case to the mayor. bruce's eyes lift towards tv , and his brow slightly upturns. ' besides the obvious ' humor gently accents as he then goes to look back at jessica , ' naive ? or is it something that you've heard before '

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STARTER CALL BESTIES, I'M BACK XO

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“   i  keep  trying  to  fly  on  faith .   ” says @arkhameir

" faith? is that what keeps men like you afloat? "

curiosity has been piqued, perhaps because the way she sees the gentleman before her contrastsv heavily with the way his demeanor changes whenever he speaks. the first word that comes to mind is exhaustion. he seems tired, perhaps not physically, but mentally instead.

perhaps she can sense it better because she is too.

he speaks of faith, and that intrigues her -- mr. wayne seems like the kind of man who ought not to believe in anything, no luck or god or fate, mostly because he seems to have it all placed in the palm of his hand; there would be no need of praying and begging for anything of value. and yet, his eyes speak of someone who is, as far as she can see, incredibly empty inside. or perhaps, she is simply projecting herself onto his gaze. it is a dangerous thing, to see oneself in others.

" and what exactly do you believe in, mr. wayne? " she murmurs, as she pours him another glass of whiskey. far from simply being told to keep him entertained, jessica is now interested in the conversation far more than it might look, " i am intrigued now. "

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Eyebrow raises in response to his clarification -- she labels him a bodyguard immediately, a common ocurrence within the club, where crooks and mobs mingle with the elite of Los Angeles as if they were all cut by the same knife. And the more she studies the stranger, the more she leans towards mob ties ( he looks the type, looks the kind who could squeeze someone’s neck into a breaking point with the same dead look he sports right now ).

“ then, if it’s taken care of, what are you still doing here? ” cant of her head makes auburn locks cascade down her bare shoulder, an expentant glance keeps her gaze fixated on him.

– curiosity killed the rabbit, sugar;

would say her late husband, with nostrils dabbled in white powder and high off whatever his agent gave him to keep him compliant. Roger would say this gentleman looks like he belongs inside an action movie more than he does real life.

“ i know you aren’t waiting for me to get upstage to sing my number,” she murmurs, eyes roam the features that she feels are all too tense to be here for any other reason than obligation, “ mind if i sit for a moment? The smoke machine is making me a bit dizzy. ”

A  skeptical  raise  other  brow,  sashaying  closer  to  the  table  where  the  man  sits  on  his  own,  Jessica  studies  him  for  a  moment  –  observation  becomes  her  primary  weapon  when  it  comes  to  men;  unlike  what  most  people  assume,  curvaceous  looks  have  little  to  do  with  her  ability  to  stay  afloat  in  the  murky,  polluted  and  corrupt  waters  of  the  Ink  n’  Paint  club.  

You’re  too  good  at  reading  people,  Jess  –  scares  the  shit  outta'  me.

She  leans  against  the  clothed  table,  cleavage  pressed  against  its  surface  as  one  palm  comes  to  support  her  chin  (  by  now  she  has  been  able  to  distinguish,  the  closer  she’s  gotten  to  the  stranger,  how  dead  his  eyes  look  –    he  stares  ahead  at  nothing  at  all.  Not  her  tits  on  display,  not  the  jazz  band  playing  onstage.  Nothing  at  all  ).

She  wonders  where  his  mind  truly  is  right  now.

“  and  where  would  said  ward  be?  ”  she  offers  a  half  cynical  smirk,  plump  red  lips  curve  just  enough  to  show  a  bit  of  amusement  –    he’s  not  willing  to  talk.  She  enjoys  a  challenging  conversation;  they  come  by  so  scarcely  here  (  they  make  her  forget  the  stench  of  cigar  and  booze  and  men  grabbing  her  ass  )  “  i  sincerely  hope  you  did  not  bring  a  child  here  hoping  i  could  sing  them  to  sleep,  mr…?  ”  a  motioning  gesture  of  manicured  hand,  “  mr.  sad  eyes.  ”

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“   you  don’t  have  to  stop .   ” @gdfrey

“ do you truly think i care if a man sees me naked?”

sardonic half smile curves on her lips, and she glances at the young gentleman from over bare shoulder as she reaches, without rush or hurry, for the towel on the edge of the sink. Neatly folded and smelling of vanilla, a habit developed from her younger days, the crisp fabric is wrapped around fire locks, excess of water droplets dried away with a slow pace. Perhaps, she does this on purpose, perhaps her need to test men’s ability to resist her charms has become a desperate attempt to find something different.

I am curves and tits and soft skin and cherry lips. Do you see the agony beneath them?

“ you have seen the magazines, i assume,” they all know where she comes from, where she made her name ( a quick climbing of the steps to fame; a slow descent into the pits of misery ), “ and the videos. Yes, you seem like the type.”

“ no man has ever asked me to stop,” she purrs, smirk accentuates on carmine mouth, a moment of silence only interrupted by the ruffle of towels wrapped around her frame. And the man has not yet moved, or spoken again, or reacted at all. Eyes deep and a bit too wide for his face, gaunt features and the tallest frame – the physical similarities between him and her late husband are enough to be acknowledged.

Then, it hits her.

“ oh, were you…? ” a sudden realization, something crosses her mind ( it seems unlikely, but his nonchalance to her state of undres confuses her ), and so she voices a simple question, a soft murmur, eyes now fresh from any makeup look far more striking; two bright emeralds, “ were you talking about me singing in the bath? ”

[j2rabbit]

HOPE IS A DANGEROUS THING FOR A WOMAN LIKE ME TO HAVE …. by nosta.

[j2rabbit]

A  skeptical  raise  other  brow,  sashaying  closer  to  the  table  where  the  man  sits  on  his  own,  Jessica  studies  him  for  a  moment  –  observation  becomes  her  primary  weapon  when  it  comes  to  men;  unlike  what  most  people  assume,  curvaceous  looks  have  little  to  do  with  her  ability  to  stay  afloat  in  the  murky,  polluted  and  corrupt  waters  of  the  Ink  n’  Paint  club.  

You’re  too  good  at  reading  people,  Jess  –  scares  the  shit  outta'  me.

She  leans  against  the  clothed  table,  cleavage  pressed  against  its  surface  as  one  palm  comes  to  support  her  chin  (  by  now  she  has  been  able  to  distinguish,  the  closer  she’s  gotten  to  the  stranger,  how  dead  his  eyes  look  –    he  stares  ahead  at  nothing  at  all.  Not  her  tits  on  display,  not  the  jazz  band  playing  onstage.  Nothing  at  all  ).

She  wonders  where  his  mind  truly  is  right  now.

“  and  where  would  said  ward  be?  ”  she  offers  a  half  cynical  smirk,  plump  red  lips  curve  just  enough  to  show  a  bit  of  amusement  –    he’s  not  willing  to  talk.  She  enjoys  a  challenging  conversation;  they  come  by  so  scarcely  here  (  they  make  her  forget  the  stench  of  cigar  and  booze  and  men  grabbing  her  ass  )  “  i  sincerely  hope  you  did  not  bring  a  child  here  hoping  i  could  sing  them  to  sleep,  mr…?  ”  a  motioning  gesture  of  manicured  hand,  “  mr.  sad  eyes.  ”

𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 . MEME .

@j2rabbit : ❝ are you here on business ? ❞

a younger , much more oblivious tarasov bursts out laughing in some corner of the dimlit room . the echoes of inebriated delight indiscreetly announce his . . . questionable well-being . as long as the heart beats & the lungs are at a sufficient capacity , the work was being carried out successfully . the big question does hang in the air , in the midst of the mist of tobacco & humidity : how come he forfeited a night of rushed adrenaline & exchange it for something so . . . placid ? the ruinous answer would open a severe wound to his pride ( BETTER ASK VIGGO TARASOV ABOUT THE ATLANTA BUSINESS BECAUSE THIS ONE WON'T BARK A SOUND ABOUT IT ) .

fingers snap another square from his chocolate bar , a reliable source of energy for him . " . . . babysitting . "

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❥     𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀   (   𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏   )    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

sentence starters based on lyrics from songs featured on   chungha’s   first studio album ,   querencia   (   2021   ) .   some lyrics have been modified to be more usable .   suggestive themes are  present !!   change gendered language   &   add context to your needs .   happy roleplaying !!  ♡

“   get  up .   are  you  dizzy ??   ” “   follow  me .   faster .   ” “   i  don’t  mind  the  filthy  gazes .   ” “   let’s  go  on  a  ride .   ” “   get  on  my  bike ,   let’s  go .   ” “   get  out  my  way .   ” “   i’ll  show  you  how  i  like  it .   ” “   do  it  my  way .   ” “   raise  your  head   &   look  at  me .   ” “   when  i  say  it’s  done ,   it’s  freakin’  over .   ” “   i’ll  be  the  strongest  thing ,   don’t  miss  it .   ” “   i’m  sicker  than  all  of  them .   ” “   gossiping  lowkeys  don’t  bring  me  no  fun .   ” “   sit  back   &   watch  me  ride .   ” “   you  know  how  i  like  it .   ” “   your  eyes  make  my  heart  flutter .   ” “   you  can  find  me ,   right ??   ” “   i  hope  you’re  different  from  them .   ” “   the  masquerade  is  ending .   ” “   if  you  want  it ,   move ,   honey .   ” “   i  want  to  enjoy  this  moment  for  a  long  time .   ” “   you’re  exactly  what  you’re  meant  to  be .   ” “   why  are  you  judging  me ??   ” “   i  think  the  scars  are  healing ,   then .   ” “   the  feeling’s  back  again .   ” “   i’m  out  of  luck ,   out  of  time ,   i’ve  been  out  of  my  mind .   ” “   you  left ,   but  you  still  can’t  leave  her  behind .   ” “   can’t  you  see  that  i’m  trying  ??   ” “   she  keeps  weighing  us  down .   ” “   i  keep  wondering  if  you  wanna  stay .   ” “   i  keep  trying  to  fly  on  faith .   ” “   you’ve  always  got  an  attitude .   ” “   shine  for  me ,   tonight .   ” “   i  want  to  leave  this  place  without  anyone  noticing .   ” “   i  feel  you  between  the  light   &   the  darkness .   ” “   you’re  always  next  to  me ,   all  the  time .   ” “   why  are  you  so  clumsy ??   ” “   give  yourself  over  to  me .   ” “   come  to  me .   ” “   stay  tonight .   ” “   stay  by  my  side .   ” “   stay .   ” “   you  don’t  have  to  stop .   ” “   tell  me  what  you  want  to  do :   run  away ,   or  stay .   ” “   tell  me  that  you’ll  stay  here  tonight .   ” “   tell  me  that  you  will .   ” “   i  couldn’t  stand  that  you  might’ve  been  in  someone’s  bed ,   with  some   —   …    that  you  just  met  all  over  you .   ” “   you  can’t  breathe  when  your  eyes  are  fixed  on  me .   ” “   i  know  you  think  that  i  don’t  see  it ,   but  i  do .   ” “   your  body  keeps  me  awake .   ” “   i’d  give  it  all  for  a  taste   …   ” “   i  want  you   &   i  know  you  want  me ,   too .   ” “   no  more  games .   ” “   come  through ,   &   i’ll  make  your  dreams  come  true .   ” “   i’ll  keep  you  so  turned  on .   ” “   don’t  make  me  dream  of  you .   ” “   this  bar’s  about  to  close .   ” “   you  said  you’d  take  me  home .   ” “   park  the  car   &   come  on  in .   ” “   i’ve  got  whiskey ,   i’ve  got  gin ,   &   lingerie .   ” “   do  you  see  me  as  a  fool ??   ” “   you  make  me  so  confused .   ” “   every  day  is  the  same :   boring .   ” “   i’ll  be  however  i  want .   ” “   don’t  hide  those  passionate  eyes .   ” “   every  time  i  get  near ,   your  love  escapes  from  me .   ” “   i  hate  your  existence  sometimes .   ” “   i  saw  a  ruby  in  you .   ” “   i  swear ,   i  didn’t  fake  it .  ” “   when  we’re  together ,   we  create  a  revolution .   ” “   blessed  are  the  eyes  that  get  to  see  you  in  life .   ” “   tell  me  what  you’re  willing  to  do .  ” “   you  are  my  spring .   ” “   you  belong  to  me .  ” “   no  one  told  me  it’s  okay  to  not  be  okay .   ” “   i’ll  be  a  light  that  shines  on  you  forever .   ” “   i  will  keep  every  memory  we  shared  in  my  heart .   ” “   finally ,   i  think  i’ve  found  my  place .   ” “   there  were  no  flowers  on  the  path  i’ve  taken .   ” “   you  know  you  messed  up .   ” “   you  should  have  loved  me  at  my  worst .   ” “   this  place  didn’t  make  me .   ” “   i  gave  my  all  to  you .   ” “   there  are  times  where  i  can’t  see  things  that  i  should .   ” “   i’m  always  lacking ,   but  you  make  me  complete .   ” “   i’m  relieved  by  just  hearing  you  breathe .   ” “   when  people  around  me  are  laughing ,   i  feel  like  the  only  one  among  them  who’s  lonely .   ” “   i’m  tired  of  everything .   ” “   please ,   hold  me  tight .   ”

[j2rabbit]

HOPE IS A DANGEROUS THING FOR A WOMAN LIKE ME TO HAVE …. by nosta.

[j2rabbit]

@northfang: " so when are we going on a real date ? "  

           “   i   wasn’t   aware   a   date   was   part   of   the   package   deal.   ”

                Sideways   smirk   is   offered,   glancing   over   her   bare   shoulder   at   the   man   lying   on   the   bed   next   to   her,   she’ll   rise   up   tangled   in   sheets,   move   to   her   vanity   to   catch   a   glimpse   of   her   hair   (   a   wild   mess   of   fiery   red,   Jess   should   never   be   seen   as   anything   but   perfection   ).   For   a   moment,   she   ponders   his   statement   with   idle   curiosity,   turning   on   her   heel   to   glance   at   him   with   a   slight   cant   of   her   head.

                A   date.   Gentlemen   like   him   seldom   want   dates   (   or   if   they   do,   and   that   is   often   the   case,   it’s   simply   to   parade   her   around   like   a   trophy   ).   Ladies   like   her   are   born   to   be   desired   and   worshiped,   but   never   touched,   never   caressed.   Never   loved.   She   often   remembers   the   words   of   an   older   starlet   she   used   to   work   with   when   she   first   began   her   ascending   career   -   you’re   like   a   high   couture   dress,   Jess;   once   they’ve   managed   to   own   you,   they   won’t   care   about   you   anymore.   Just   leave   you   in   the   back   of   their   wardrobe.   But   won’t   it   be   pretty   how   they   will   do   anything   to   have   you   in   the   first   place?

                  “   i   don’t   need   two   hours   to   get   ready,   in   case   you   were   wondering,   ”   she   smiles   at   last   (   one   cannot   tell   if   it’s   genuine,   or   she’s   just   grown   too   good   at   pretending   )   ,   a   small   twirl   on   her   feet   will   lead   her   to   her   many   garments   neatly   hanging   inside   her   wardrobe,   and   she   will   withdraw   a   sundress,   tallest   white   heels   to   match   -   never   less   than   perfect,   “   if   you   give   me   ten   minutes,   i   can   indulge   you   in   a   coffee   date.   I   wouldn’t   want   to   offend   you,   mr.   northman,      and   lose   the   chance   to   keep   singing   at   your   club.   ”

[j2rabbit]

@packleads​ ‘ you think you’re gonna be able to get some sleep?  ’

                  “   I   don’t   really   sleep   that   much,   nowadays.   It   won’t   be   a   problem.   ”   she   chooses   not   to   acknowledge   the   elephant   in   the   room,   the   blood   -   drenched   silk   robe   wrapped   around   her   body,   residues   of   the   previous   fight   haven   been   splattered   over   her   night   clothes.   Perhaps   he   will   find   it   odd,   perhaps   he   will   find   it   useful   (   the   less   she   asks,   the   less   he   has   to   lie   ),   however,   Jessica   does   not   do   it   for   him,   nor   for   her   own   sanity,   but   simply   to   avoid   unnecessary   interactions   that   will   lead   nowhere.

                Jess,   you’re   such   an   antisocial   little   thing   –   people   will   start   thinking   you   don’t   want   their   company   if   you   keep   it   up   that   way,   doll.

                She   notices   that   he’s   still   staring   at   her   back   .   she   has   turned   around,   begun   to   undo   the   sash   on   her   robe   to   peel   it   off   her   body   -   inside,   she   panics;   her   breathing   is   shaky,   her   fingers   fight   the   knot   with   trembling   motions,   desperate   to   tear   the   blood   off   her   figure.   She   has,   by   now,   grown   used   to   the      underbelly   that   can   be   the   Ink   and   Paint   some   nights,   and   even   then,   this   is   something   completely   different,   something   inhuman,   and   the   knot   won’t   give   in,   and   the   blood   is   soaking   through   to   her   very   bones,   and   she   knows   it   won’t   fucking   come   off   —-

                “   I’ll   be   fine,   “   a   breathy   reply,   as   if   to   say   anything   at   all   that   will   quiet   the   screams   in   her   head,   convince   herself   instead   of   him,   “   whatever   it   is   i   saw   tonight,   the   secret   dies   with   me.   you   can   rest   assured.   ”

               Sliding   off   her   robe   to   the   ground,   she’s   quick   to   push   it   aside   with   one   foot   (   burn   it,   just   burn   it   to   ashes   and   get   a   new   one   ),   nude   and   unpinning   her   hair   to   fall   at   her   back,   Jessica   moves   towards   the   vanity   in   the   corner,   long   nails   dig   into   the   wooden   edges   (   she’s   supporting   herself,   the   smell   of   blood   from   that   robe   is   nauseating   ),   and   she   closes   her   eyes,   thinks   of   her   latest   performance,   the   soothing   melody   of   the   song   brings   her   out   of   reality,   and   she   begins   humming   it   for   a   moment.

                 “   you   are   still   here,   ”   she   mumbles,   eyes   snapping   open   to   glance   at   the   gentleman   through   the   mirror   when   there’s   a   small   coughing   sound,   “   did   you   wish   to   tuck   me   into   bed   to   make   sure   i’ll   be   alright?   ”

[j2rabbit]

morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

[j2rabbit]

“I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too.”

— Heather Davis / The Clearing

[j2rabbit]

I will get to asks tmrrw in the meantime let’s think about jess being tall for a woman. Jess is tall and i cannot pinpoint her height in numbers but she’s tall and rocks heels and she’s so powerful for that