#ffsmilan

[oliveam]

‘ you deserve to be with someone who appreciates and who gets how funny and sweet and amazing and adorable and sexy you are. ’

      for   what   felt   like   the   first   time   since   they   met,      the   balance   between   them   is   lopsided,      their   faithful   equilibrium   squandered.        even   when   their   words   were   dripping   with   venom   &   the   very   sight   of   him   pushed   the   shard   of   grief   in   her   chest   deeper,   they   still   revolved   around   one   another   in   parallel   motions,   venus   &   mars   operating   on   the   same   gravitational   pull,     bitter   understanding   still   just   that :    understanding.        it   wasn’t   acknowledged,     either   out   of   ignorance   or   pretense,   but   it   still   marked   their   every   interaction,   highlighting   the   red   thread   connecting   one   soul   to   another.         through   grief,     anger,     friendship,      love;       they   were   the   scale   that   never   tipped.         but   now   ?        she   feels   as   if   she’s   falling   off   completely.

&   that   almost   hurts   more   than   his   words,   both   the   morning   after   the   party   &   now,   different   as   they   may   seem.         she   felt   as   if   the   world   as   she   knew   it   was   crumbling   &   making   itself   anew   around   her,     spinning   out   of   control   at   a   speed   she   stumbled   behind.        to   survive,      you   had   to   hold   on.         &   hold   on   she   did,      both   arms   reaching   out   with   a   desperation   that   physically   ached.        yet   the   anchor   of   him,      of   them,      the   tether   she   chafed   her   palms   on,     was   suddenly   pulled   out   from   under,     leaving   her   blind   in   the   chaos.         he   stepped   off   the   seesaw,      &   she   flew   towards   the   sky,      a   tragic   icarus   who   sculpted   her   own   demise,      right   from   the   very   beginning   when   she   allowed   the   seed   of   milan   bianco   to   root   in   her   heart.

      they   had   spent   so   long   being   cowards,       both   with   others   and   each   other,       that   that   one   night   of   liberation   felt   like   the   first   in   which   she   could   breathe,     lungs   free   to   laugh   &   dance   &   exhale.        but   here   she   stood   before   him   once   again,      choking   under   a   weight   so   heavy   that   if   she   buckled,     she   would   be   buried   beneath   it   all.

          ❝  are   you   drunk   again   ?          i   wouldn’t   want   to   get   the   wrong   idea.  ❞

      yet   nothing   that   he   said,     or   had   callously   done,     was   enough   to   erase   the   memory   of   that   fateful   night   beneath   the   stars,     of   him   before   her,     his   heart   bared   for   her   insatiable   eyes.        she   couldn’t   trust   his   words,     for   most   of   what   he   said   was   disengaged   with   what   he   thought,      the   route   from   his   heart   to   his   head   to   his   mouth   blemished   with   tar.        so   while   they   pained   her   like   a   hundred   lashes   to   her   naked   heart,      the   thing   she   truly   grieved   was   being   left   behind   him.   but   still   she   tries,      a   plea   she   prays   he   can   hear   under   the   thickness   of   his   resolve.

          ❝   you   know,     you   say   that,     as   if   i’m   some   poor   girl   you’re   entertaining   for   a   laugh,   when   we   both   know   that’s   bullshit.         you   don’t   get   to   tell   me   what   i   deserve,     but   what   i   want   is   you   ⏤   what   i   need   is   you,      but   i   need   you   to   need   me   back.   ❞              she   can’t   even   look   him   in   his   eyes,     not   when   she’s   afraid   of   what   she   might   see   reflected   back   &   what   might   be   different   from   that   night.          ❝   but   i’m   not   gonna   beg   again.   ❞              every   inch   of   her   yearns   to   fold   her   tired   being   in   the   safety   of   his   arms,      but   she   only   dares   to   bring   her   hand   up   to   palm   his   cheek,      an   echo   of   gesture   on   the   rooftop.         only   half   her   world,     but   she   doesn’t   reach   out   with   her   second   hand,      only   drops   her   first   &   walks   away   before   a   heart - wrenched   please   escapes   as   she   succumbs   to   the   choking   sensation   in   her   throat.

[axelroy]

MISS ME ://

                THEY’RE STANDING ON OPPOSITE SIDES of the room. axel is hyper aware of where milan is standing, seeing his signature tanned skin and green eyes from the corner of his eye. it’s been months since they’ve spoken, the last words axel said to him looming and repeating in his mind. he had been DRUNK, or high or something. ‘ fuck you, milan. ’ the words STING, but so did the bites, the jabs that milan had pushed in his direction, denouncing his art, his HEART and soul. it had made axel mad, angry, BETRAYED, most of all — that a friendship like theirs could be SHATTERED after one conversation. but months have passed, and axel’s forgiving nature healing has healed some of his emotional scars. part of him wants to walk over to him, clink their glasses, and gossip about the adults like they used to. his arm yearns to wrap around his friends’ shoulder, laugh and chuckle and just be in each others’ company — but the physical distance between them is DAUNTING, and milan hasn’t said anything, done anything to make him feel like his stance has changed at all. there’s a painting in axel’s apartment that visualizes this frustration. it’s one of his very favorite works — but it isn’t like milan would APPRECIATE it anyway.

[marlbros]

✿ imma sit here and let u figure this one out >:)

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 / 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂

❪         ✿         ❫       ⤻     a  suggestive  text .

𝗻𝗲𝗲��𝘀 @ 𝟭𝟮:𝟱𝟯:𝟮𝟯  :  i’d hire someone to choke you out but i think you’d fuckin like it𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 @ 𝟭𝟮:𝟱𝟰:𝟬𝟰  :  has anyone ever told you you give off rubber suit vibes

[judasold]

$

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   /   accepting .

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

jude   :   miss u :(jude   :   wrong number sorry.

[rockcfellers]

☾ (😏)

☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

the two of them had been lying on his couch, half her attention directed at the tv, half of it on her phone. when she finally got bored of scrolling through social media, arden sighed and peeked over her phone at the remote all the way on the other side of milan. flashing him a quick smile she tried to reach across him for it, only for his hands to be at her sides, fingers tickling her. the remote was quickly dropped from her hand as she turned to grapple back at him, the tickling turning into the two of them play wrestling while she struggled to keep his hands away. the laughs coming from the both of them overpowered the sound from the tv, arden’s pleads for his stopping only coming out in the form of his name in a fit of giggles. taking advantage of the moment, she flipped the two of them off the couch with a thud, the ‘sorry’ flying from her mouth getting cut off when he turned them over again, this time her hands pinned to either side of her head on the ground, milan on top of her. arden stared at him for a second, catching her breath before pulling one of her hands from his. she tangled it in his hair at the back of his neck, speaking as she pulled him down into a kiss, “thanks for stopping.”

[ostcntatious]

🚿

🚿 mention  one  of  their  shower  thoughts .

      𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  eyes  closed , head  slowly  tilting  back  so  her  face  turns  towards  the  sky  and  the  scalding  water  rinses  the  last  of  the  conditioner  out  of  her  hair . a  long  sigh  leaves  her  lips , as  she  feels  the  muscles  in  her  back  blissfully  relax , and  for  a second  ophelia  wonders  when  life  got  so  complicated . leaving  her  parents  behind  was  supposed  to  make  life  easier , as  the  two  biggest  obstacles  in  her  life  continued  to  be  indifferent –– just  from  a  different  country . but  now , junior  year  and  there  is  so  much  uncertainty  ahead . there  are  new  students , and  though  she  would never  say  the  words  out  loud , ophelia’s  scared . she  knows  her  way  around  the  elite , not  around  the  poor . they  are  unpredictable . they  have  nothing  to  lose . she  feels  like  turning  a  cold  shoulder  on  them , seeming  as  unapproachable  as  they  expect  her  to  be , makes  the  most  sense  –– because  though  they  have  nothing , she  has  everything to lose . her  reputation . her  ranking . maybe  even  her  friends . and  she  won’t  let  them  take  it  from  her . 

[lulucias]

♭

send ♭  to learn a song that my muse absolutely can’t stand.

hot girl bummer by blackbear

[witherins]

the empress for pip

the empress  :  does your muse have parental / nurturing figures in their life ? how do they impact them ?

pip  has  parents  ,  she’s  got  a  parental  figure  ,  but  pip’s  sort  of  always  been  stuck  on  her  own  .  mom  &  dad  ,  too  busy  with  work  to  provide  for  seven  children  they  knew  they  couldn’t  afford  .  mercy  ,  who  was  a  child  raising  other  children  was  the   most  parental  figure  pip  ever  got  –  but  mercy  was  bailing  mason  out  of  jail  &  getting  faith  to  therapy  &  getting  vickie  out  of  trouble  &  maybe  she’d  have  time  to  tell  pip  not  to  steal  .  &  then  she  left  ,  just  woke  up  one  day  ,  left  without  saying  goodbye  &  pip’s  been  on  her  own  since  ,  navigating  adulthood  without  anyone  to  really  help  her  .  it’s  all  good  ,  she’s  not  –  horrible  ,  just  a  little  fucked  up  .

ask  meme  ,  accepting  .

[of-dxnger]

CLOSED @ffsmilan​:

Holding his own joint between his lips as he expertly rolled another, a well-practiced routine, so well practiced that he could do it blind. With only a moment gone by he held it out, offering it to one person that he seemed to gel with better than anyone else. It wasn’t just in their similarities but in their differences. Milan was like the brother that he never got, but it was better because he wasn’t a big advocate for his family ( his sisters yes, but family in general, no ), as he knew well, but this was the kind of family that you got to pick. “It’s been too long since we’ve just hung out. What have you been up to?” In truth he knew that Milan could sometimes retreat and cut himself off from people, he never forced him to socialise because he too hated it when his family used to throw parties and he would just sort of hide in the corner and then leave when he could. But he always made sure that if he was needed, he’d be there. He might not care about most people, but his friends were important to him. What was he if he couldn’t help out his best friend?

[of-dxnger]

@ffsmilan

[feelhuman]

closed  event  starter  for  @ffsmilan  !  (  tw  :  alcohol  use .  )

                  she  hates  the  taste  of  wine  :  perhaps  a  lack  of  acquired  taste  on  her  part  but  to  her  ?  the  stuff  tastes  like  liquefied  boot  leather  &  stains  like  a  bitch .  not  her  preferred  way  to  waste  the  night  away  ,  but  she’ll  take  what  was  offered  if  it  meant  free  drinks .  she  scowls  at  the  dark  liquid  in  the  red  cup  she  was  handed  ,  and  ponders  if  sculling  the  thing  was  the  best  approach  before  going  off  in  search  of  manipulating  someone  into  a  round  of  tequila  shots  &  bad  decisions  ━  HOWEVER  ,  she’s  stopped  mid - thought  by  the  sound  of  a  familiar  tone .   coincidentally  ,  milan  bianco  reminded  her  of  said  wine  ,  she  often  could  only  take  him  in  small  doses  too .  ❛  oh . ❜   she  makes  a  note  to  sound  almost  disappointed  (  although  was  she  ?  really ?  )  when  she  turns  into  him  ,  but  of  course  he’s  here .  this  whole  thing  was  for  people  like  him .  they  were  practically  begging  for  the  contents  of  his  wallet  ,  for  his  nod  of  approval  ;  everyone  else  were  just  decorations  for  the  appeal .  she  gestures  towards  him  ,  a  smile  briefly  tugging  at  the  corner  of  her  lips  ,  signaling  that  something  filled  with  taunt  &  aimed  at  provoking  was  ready  to  spill  from  them .  (  as  per  usual  ;  he’d  give  her  just  as  much  back  ,  anyhow .  )   ❛  hey  ,  you  going  to  that  auction  thing  ?  you  could  finally  buy  yourself  a  date  ━  maybe  getting  laid  might  help  with  your  bad  attitude ?  ❜   a  forged  wistful  sigh  fills  the  air .   ❛  sometimes  all  we  can  do  is  hope .  ❜

[rockcfellers]

# for cellphone hc thx bich

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒   /   accepting .

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone  :

little italy 

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone  :

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone  :

rich & sad - post malone

- my muse’s last text to your muse  :

arden  :   two things: u free tonight & do u want pizza or chinese?

[rockcfellers]

@ffsmilan

[ostcntatious]

due  to  being  a  coward  and  a  bitch  ,  please  unfollow  @ffsmilan  .

[lulucias]

pls unfollow @ffsmilan

no reason just deserved

[witherins]

judgement for tybalt

judgement  :  is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them?

towards  himself  ,  absolutely  not  –  towards  others  who’ve  wronged  him  ,  absolutely  not  .  forgiveness  is  mercy  &  tybalt’s  always  been  shown  to  never  show  any  .  it’s  not  necessarily  holding  grudges  ,  it’s  more  like  poseidon  ruining  coastal  cities  simply  because  they  didn’t  burn  the  right  sacrifice  at  stake  .  forgiveness  isn’t  handed  to  himself  ,  it  isn’t  handed  to  anyone  else  &  once  someone’s  wronged  him  ,  he  makes  sure  to  let  them  &  everyone  around  them  know  that  their  days  are  numbered  .

ask  meme  ,  accepting  .