#( int — marley. )

[waveofstars]

@wlwhq | liked for a starter!

She was late again. Some nights, it was intentional. She’d never fully admit that to anyone, not even herself, but there were nights where she found a reason to linger in her office and work. Between her research and teaching, her schedule was tight and hardly gave her any free time. With what little free time she did have, she often spent it at her aunt’s bookshop where she lent a much needed hand. Lately, more than ever, it felt like she was looking for reasons to not go home.

Stepping inside their home, she shrugged her scarf off around her neck and hung it up with her jacket. The house was quiet but was filled with a wonderful aroma. Her nose followed her to the dining room where she saw an untouched glass of wine, candles that were burning down to the wick, and an empty plate. It hit her like a ton of bricks - they were supposed to have a nice dinner together that evening. Marley promised she’d make the time. She mumbled a curse or two under her breath and pinched the bridge of her nose as guilt ate her up. She poked her head into the kitchen just in time to see her girlfriend putting away the food. “Smells delicious,” she greeted, unsure how to approach the situation. Her arms crossed over her chest and she exhaled. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am… I completely lost track of time…” 

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙:  your muse gets in a lot of fights or has a dangerous job where they get injured frequently & they've been coming to the discreet clinic that Marley works at, each time they've gotten her as their nurse & she takes care of them. They kind of have a slightly flirty thing going but it's mostly to keep Marley off your muses' case about how often they're coming in injured, she thinks something is going on & is suspicious but she's no snitch. hmu if you'd like to plot! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: an assassin or hitman, boxer/fighter, someone scrappy/fighty, a criminal or mafia member, old fling or classmate from high-school, idk whatever works~

"If you keep showing up here like that I'm gonna start to think you're just getting hurt to see me," Marley said as she entered the small room where the other waited, tucking her phone into the pocket of the pink pair of scrubs she wore. A small smile tugged at her lips before she tucked her long hair behind both ears and glanced down at the chart in her right hand, eyebrow arching before she snapped a look up at the other. Plopping herself down on the rolling stool the nurse scooted closer to where the other sat, she shook the chart in her hand before placing it on her lap and letting her green hues move over the other in an inspecting manner. "-- what was it this time? Did you fall off the ladder cleaning your gutters?" She asked as she rolled back to put the chart on the counter and stand to pull on a pair of gloves, glancing back at the other once more before she turned to face them.

[npuckhq]

📲 ( puck & marley. )

puck: hey puck: didn’t really see you at the dance. did you go? @marlcyhq

[alex-washington-rackets]

Ill definitely give it a listen. Im glad therapy is working well for you. And it amazing that you have such a focus and outlook when going through really dark things.

You can search me on spotify and my EP will come right up. Therapy does work for me, yeah. I've struggled with some heavy things in the past, and I've been mostly okay lately, but it's important to keep going so that I can stay that way.

[waveofstars]

@mournfulminds​ liked for a holiday starter !!

Her classes had come to an end for the year, though usually that did not mean the woman took a break. She often worked on her research and stayed in contact with scientists across the globe. For the first time in a long time, she truly took the time off for the hell of it. Except, it wasn’t just the hell of it. Marley was determined to give Seobin a magical weekend. She had promised her that night under the stars that she’d plan a night for her just like the woman had done for herself. A night turned into a weekend, and suddenly her plans were grand and a little much. Marley didn’t mind it, though. It was exactly what she wanted. 

The holidays could often be a stressful time for some, but Marley wanted to soak in some beauty in the winter with Seobin - even just for a weekend. She rented a cabin in the woods for the two of them, and perhaps if it was any other time of year it might’ve been unsettling to be out there in the woods. The snow blanketed the area and brought a beauty and stillness to it all. It looked magical and inviting. Marley pulled up to it after a long drive and smiled happily at the sight of it. She was already imagining sitting by the fire with her and watching the snowfall from the windows. “Surprise,” she told her. No matter how much Seobin wanted to know the details, Marley hadn’t shared anything other than pack a bag of warm clothes. “That’s home for the weekend. I thought we deserved a little holiday getaway… Am I crazy or is it a good idea?”

[twistedthings]

@caeruleums liked THIS for a small spooky thing x

"I don't... I don't know how we got here, maybe I... maybe I fell asleep at the wheel, I don't know!" Despite her best efforts Marley was confused and didn't like that she couldn't remember what had happened in the last few hours. Last thing she could recall was driving through the wooded roads of West Virginia and the next she woke up against the steering wheel as if she'd been in a deep, deep sleep. "Look, if we follow the road I'm sure it'll end up somewhere." Not that she wanted to walk however many miles to the next town but the car wouldn't start thanks to a dead battery.

[almondamaretto]

sunday

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: a rainy sunday afternoon is perfect for two things: getting high, and making out with hot people.

warnings: weed, kissing

a/n: i lowk hate this but idc!

not proof read.

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she stirred as the familiar vibration of a phone call interrupted her deep slumber, slinging her arm around in search of the agitating device. without lifting her head, her fingertips fell upon the cool, glossy screen of her phone. 

she opened her eyes just to squint them closed at the bright phone screen, the caller id reading off "matty b." 

pressing the bright green button, she pulled the phone up to her ear and slung her arm over her eyes, blocking any light from seeping in. 

"hey matt." she answered in a groggy voice that nearly resembled that of a whine. he always loved the way she sounded in the morning. or all the time really. 

she could hear the distant sounds of wheels driving on wet pavement and cars passing. that along with the poor bluetooth connection through is car told her he was driving. 

"hey doll, i'm on my way to your house right now, that ok? nick and chris are being annoying." 

slightly more awake now, she could hear the sleepiness in his voice, as if he too had just woken up. she pulled the phone from her ear to check the time. 12:32pm 

"say, it’s a bit early for you, isn't it?" she asked in a teasing manner, suppressing a yawn. she could now hear the faint sound of rain against her window. 

matt snorted in amusement, "yeah, the two idiots woke me up screaming at each other." 

"that's alright, I'll go unlock my door. see ya soon?" 

"i'm 5 minutes away." 

"be safe, bye matt." 

"bye, doll." 

doll. 

matt had used the nickname throughout their entire relationship. 

still, it never failed to bring heat to her face, her neck--all over. 

she remained in bed for a few moments, letting herself fully wake up before tossing her heavy comforter off. 

she shivered at the chilly air suddenly caressing her exposed skin, standing up and stretching her arms high into the air, inhaling deeply. 

she slipped a pair of socks on as a barrier between her feet and the cold floor, slipping out of her cozy room into the main section of her apartment. 

the cool, metallic texture of her lock was a stark contrast to her warm hands as she turned it, peeking out from behind her curtain to see what was happening outside. 

she waltzed over to her turntable, flicking it on and letting the record already on the platter play.  

as she walked over to her kitchen, the familiar crackling sounded throughout the apartment, followed by the reggae notes of bob marley's "three little birds." 

the sound of lucky charms cereal clinking against a ceramic bowl masked the noise of her door opening and shutting. so, when a slightly damp matt saw her swaying slightly to the music, he couldn't help himself. 

he snuck up behind her, wrapped his hands around her front, just under her loose baby tee, and lifted her up. "boo!" 

she yelled out in fear, until she recognized the voice of the man he startled her. "matthew!" she scolded in an angry tone. 

matt sat her back down gently, and dropped his head in fake guilt, failing to mask his sly smirk. "sorry, i couldn't pass up an opportunity like that." 

"first of all, fuck you. second of all, 'boo' is crazy." she responded through her laugh and turned to finish her much-needed bowl of sugary cereal. 

matt reached up beside her for a bowl--one from a different set--as a way to ask her for cereal. she filled both up with cereal and milk without a word. 

"i'm too cold for this shit." she mumbled under her breath and padded back into her welcoming bedroom. 

the sky outside was dark, so she turned on her array of string lights and lit a cinnamon scented candle, joining matt who had already climbed into her warm, plush bed. 

"i fucking love this bed." matt groaned out int pleasure, sprawling his limbs out as much as he could without risking spilling milk. 

she took a spoonful of cereal into her mouth and grabbed her tv remote, powering it on. "what do you wanna watch?" 

"gravity falls." he spoke from behind a mouth full of food. 

then, the two just sat in comfortable silence. bob marley playing lowly in the background, the television turned up just loud enough to hear it, wrapped in the comfort of her sheets. 

cereal bowls placed on her nightstand with care, the two cuddled into each other, legs tangled as she hugged his torso, head laying on his chest. 

they both recognized the palpable tension that followed them everywhere. they both knew there was something there. something unspoken. 

but that it what it remained--unspoken. neither took any action, too afraid of the outcome. 

matt glanced down at her, watching her eyelashes bat as she blinked, focused intently on the screen. however, as if she could tell, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. 

panicking, he looked back at the tv screen, urging himself to breathe normally. 

she stood up, a faint smirk painted on her beautiful face. "i have a great idea!" she said proudly, spinning to unlock one of her many windows to open it slightly. 

matt watched her intently as she bent over to look in the drawers of her nightstand, pulling out the essentials for a joint. "there's a reason we get along so well." he responded happily. 

she took mock offense. "what, its not my winning personality?"

"i guess that too."

"i'm gonna go flip the record, will you please roll it?" she asked with big pleading eyes, grinning widely when he nodded his head. 

upon her return, she saw him focused intently on creating the perfectly rolled joint. chewing on her lower lip, she watched as he rolled it tightly between his fingers, stinging his tongue out of his mouth to seal it shut. 

once finished, he held up the small object with a proud smile on his face. she giddily climbed back into the bed, placing the filter end between her lips, and lighting the end. 

she inhaled deeply, ignoring the burning in her throat, and passed it over to matt. 

exhaling, she once again snuggled into his side, craving his warmth. 

they passed the drug back and forth, enjoying the intoxicating feeling swarming their brains. her eyes had dropped down and turned red, and her need to be close to matt grew even stronger. 

at this point she had tuned gravity falls out, instead taking interest in the way the smoke lifted and swirled throughout her room, taking on the color of the few and far between sun rays that filtered through the rainclouds.

the sound of the rain falling against her balcony outside was comforting, nearly as much as matt pressed up against her, his heart beating steadily against her head.

passing it back once more to matt, she looked deeply into his eyes, refusing to look away, other than a quick few glances at his pink lips. she took her own in between her teeth. 

matt took a large hit, thankful for the drug's confidence boost, and brought his free hand up to her face. 

warily, he inched closer to her, pulling her closer with his hand. 

their lips were inches apart when he used his thumb to part them gently, tilting his head and blowing the vapor into her willing lungs. 

her hand snaked up to the back of his neck where she gripped the short hairs, and she exhaled the smoke. 

they paused for a moment, and in a quick decision she grabbed the thoroughly smoked roach, turned to snuff it out in her bedside ash tray, and turned back around to smash her lips against matt's. 

she was filled with the warmth she so desperately craved and needed. she straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, shuttering as he traced up and down her sides and back with his. 

the music playing from the other room was forgotten about along with the cartoon show on the tv. all of their thoughts were consumed by each other. 

slipping his tongue into her mouth, he tilted his head and brought a slender hand up to push her even closer to him, if it was possible. 

they fought over dominance of the kiss, exploring each other's mouths with need, short, breathless whines falling from their throats. 

without hesitation, matt flipped them over completely, so he was laying his weight on top of her.  

Small hands caressed his face and gently tugged on his hair, wet noises making both faces heat up in embarrassment. 

finally, they pulled away to catch their breath, chests heaving and pressing against one another with each intake of breath. both were left speechless, gazing into each other's eyes with starstruck looks of awe and affection. 

it wasn't long before matt leaned back in, this time acting with double the desire, twice the passion as before. 

they made out for what seemed like hours--it probably was--rolling around in her warm bed, impossibly tangling themselves in her cream-colored bedsheets. 

the only breaks they took were to breathe and for short, affectionate conversations which always led back to them shoving their tongues down each other's throats. 

they pulled apart again, still breathing heavily. 

"matt, y'know... i've-i've never liked someone the way i like you.” 

he smiled against her lips, placing a few more longing kisses on them. 

tucking hair behind her ear and holding both sides of her face, he stared intensely into her eyes. 

“i am in love with you, doll.” he confessed truthfully. 

she beamed with joy, her sheepish reaction telling him she felt exactly the same way. 

“even when you have really messy hair and a little bit of dribble on your chin.” he teased and wiped her pointy chin with his slender thumb.

she rolled her droopy eyes and shook her head, her giddy smile never leaving her red, swollen lips “just shut up and kiss me, idiot.” 

[berryemily]

That's what I thought too. Anyway, I appreciate the feedback, it's helpful. Thanks.

Fair enough, could be interesting and I mean, if you have the possible business base for it, I don't see why not.

[tw0ism]

SAN FRANCISCO, DOUBLE DUTCH DISCO, TECH

TV HOTTIE, DO IT FOR SCOTTY! /lyr

misha , marley , or jules ... they it!

fre/eng ... 3teen ✦ audhd + depression + bpd :: artist + editor

hyperfixation ... moomins

dni , links , & other stuff under the cut!

⛱️ dni if ... ⛱️

pro/com/darkshipper,

basic criteria

rarepair/crackship hater

anti-neopronoun

anti-selfship/anti-oc x canon

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discourse blog

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🏝️ PLEASE int if ... 🏝️

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PAHKITEW ISLAND ENJOYERS please........... /nf

rarepair/crackship shippers

selfshipper/fictionkins/oc x canon people idk ur all so cool!!

people who just arent dicks idk?

other nd people :)

people who like sharks or just marine biology in general

also just an extra thing i think is kinda important uh YES i am a minor but i dont mind if people 18+ interact with/follow me just dont be weird okay 👍 were all friends here at the end of the day

LINKS ...! 01 02 03 04

[deafmangoes]

Courtesy of myself and my wife, for your consideration:

Scrooge, But Instead Of Greed It's About Having The Biggest Tits.

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[INT: Scrooge's home, Marley, with Big Naturals, has breastfed boobily through the locked door.]

Marley: "Yours were as heavy as mine seven Christmases ago, and you have laboured on them since! They are ponderous breasts, Ebenezer!"

~~~

[EXT: A churchyard, Scrooge stands before the Ghost of Christmas Present, who open his robe to reveal a large set of knockers.]

Scrooge: "Are they yours, Spirit?"

Ghost: "They are mankind's!" (Gripping each in turn:) "This is Ignorance, and this is Want!"

~~~

[EXT: The street outside Scrooge's home. The bells are ringing out for Christmas day. A small child passes under the window.]

Scrooge: "You there, boy, do you know the plastic surgeon's in the next street but one?"

Boy: "I should hope so!"

Scrooge: "Have they sold the XXXL silicones that were hanging in the window?"

Boy: "What, the ones as big as me?"

Scrooge: "Go and buy them!" (Aside:) "I'll send them to Bob Cratchit! They're twice the size of Tiny Tim!"

~~~

Is this anything

[americana-sims]

When I learn how to use Andrew's Poseplayer its OVER for you bitches‼️

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INT. MARLEY'S STUDIO - NIGHT

Dylan barges into Marley's studio, finding them in a messy state surrounded by empty bottles, drugs, and art supplies.

DYLAN: Marley, what the hell is going on?

Marley looks up, startled by Dylan's sudden appearance. They quickly try to gather their things, attempting to hide the drugs and bottles behind the canvases.

MARLEY: What are you doing here, Dylan? I'm working.

DYLAN: Working? You call this working? You're high, Marley. You promised me you wouldn't do this again.

MARLEY: I can't help it, Dylan. You don't understand what it's like in my head. The drugs are the only way I can... look, just fucking forget it, okay?

DYLAN: You can what? Marley, what are you talking about?

MARLEY: The voices in my head, Dylan. They won't stop. They keep telling me that I'm not good enough, that my art is crap, that no one loves me. I can't take it anymore.

Marley tries desperately not to cry, dropping into a squat on the floor and hiding his face in his hands. Dylan is taken aback by Marley's confession. He realizes that Marley is struggling with much more than just drug addiction.

DYLAN: Marley, why didn't you tell me about this? I'm your best friend. I'm here for you.

MARLEY: I was scared, Dylan. Scared that you would judge me, or worse, leave me. I didn't want you to see me like this.

DYLAN: Marley, I could never leave you. You're my best friend, my family. I love you.

Marley breaks down, tears streaming down their face.

MARLEY: I love you too, Dylan. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Dylan holds Marley as they cry, both of them realizing that they need each other now more than ever.

[xalivogel]

okay but what flavor are we talking? original? that's boring. i can fuck with the honey nut or apple cinnamon though. depends what else is in the cabinets and if my mom actually went grocery shopping recently.

yearbook might actually be a good idea - i have an old camera of my dads i've been trying to use more, and learn how to do like, Real Photography instead of social media stuff. lemme know when the next meeting is, or whatever - i'd love to tag along.

okay, so the only cheerios I ever engage with are in my cereal bowl and I definitely also spill 'em in my bed. I'm hopeless at the whole sports thing so power to you for escaping sue. do you wanna try out yearbook? we have lots of snacks and good vibes and we only meet every other week for a couple hours. low stakes and super flexible around glee.

[blcssom]

it’s been a year since he’s seen her. a year of panic and uncertainty and bloodlust he’s not sure what to do with. eventually he’d learned to supplement.... finding replacements for human blood to keep curb his body count. instead, rowan had channeled his savage instincts into finding her. still, this isn’t where he’d expected it. the middle of a grocery store? she’s gotten better at blending in. “————is that.... it can’t be.... marley?”

closed starter for @moonliht + marley quinn.

[katimanki]

All of the Glee fairytale dress pals

💗💜💙💚💛🧡❤

I couldn't decide if I liked the rainbow one better or not so here we have both

[waveofstars]

@reignofcastamere​​

Judy Garland’s voice carried throughout the bookstore as Marley hummed along to the old Christmas classic. There was always something bittersweet about her rendition of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, and she felt it especially this year. She was torn between disappointment and excitement being on her own for the holiday. Aunt Hilda was in Scotland, Adrian was stuck on the other side of the country, and she was alone. It was fine, really. There were moments where it was even nice. She busied herself with unpacking new boxes of books her aunt had ordered and did some upkeep the shop needed. It wasn’t until the song came to a certain lyric that she finally realized that perhaps alone on Christmas wasn’t as nice as she thought it’d be. 

Someday soon, we will be together, if the fates allow. Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow.

It seemed clear as day that she was likely thinking of her husband on the other side of the country. Or her aunt… her family. It had to be one of those, yet it didn’t feel right. She couldn’t pinpoint that feeling and where it belonged. Before she could think too hard on it, she heard a slight knocking at the front door. Her brows furrowed and she stepped down from the step ladder she was on to take a peek towards the front. 

And then there it was, the feeling. Tony stood there with two cups of coffee in hand and Marley couldn’t help but smile. She pushed the sleeves up a tad on her turtleneck sweater before unlocking and opening the front door. “Sorry, we’re closed. Unless you’re Santa, but you look a little too young to be him,” she teased and smiled warmly. “Merry Christmas… This is a surprise.” She opened the door wider for him to come in. 

[brcinwcsher]

🌟| starter para @xsnorlax​ basado en plot 2. 

Con la ampliación que había conseguido tener la tienda, Imani estaba muy emocionada por ver qué otras oportunidades se abrirían con ello, de por sí ya era una gran bendición tener eso andando. Sin embargo, no debía olvidar que habían quedado algunos encargos pendientes con previos clientes, por eso fue que al ver a este muchacho que, a su parecer, estaba un poco perdido o buscando algo, recordó el encargo de los adornos; caminó hasta él. ❝ ¡Hola! ¿Qué tal? Tú debes ser el chico del pedido de accesorios, ¿no? ❞ y sin más, tomó su mano y lo comenzó a llevar a la otra sección de la tienda. ❝ ¡Ven! Lo tengo listo por acá... además, ya preparé los otros adornos con plumas doradas, por si sigues interesado en ellos. ❞