#hedonistique.

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-- @hedonistique​

         “Sometimes...I think you don’t even care about Ada.” Eve doesn’t actually mean this, but her response spitefully comes out anyway.

[xiasgone]

           “So this week I met my dad through Instagram. Turns out my old man has problems with his dick.” In other words, he wanted to enroll in the Alpha Male Package. The timing was bizarre, as Sal was planning on using social media for evil once more. He doesn’t know - he had been thinking of a lotta stuff in his life lately. His mother getting shot, his aunt getting smacked around, how shitty and absent men had been in his family period. He wanted some sort of payback. Vengeance. Whether it be hunting his dad down himself, or pinning his parentage on one of The Godfather actors. ( The latter seemed to be a good idea, for Sal assumed his dad may have been living paycheck to paycheck opposed to the big time actors. ) 

           “I’unno how I feel ‘bout all this, y’know?”

[bensonhurstbullet]

@hedonistique​ !​

         “You’re gonna come in my house and tell me that this is a girl?” As Sal asks this, the new creature inhabiting his home has rolled onto its back, claws deep into the material of the toy mouse he had purchased. The little kitten has a big feisty, firey spirit. Like a tiger or somethin’! Clearly, the violent behavior was an indicator it was a boy.

[noiralley]

@hammurabicomplex​ asked: for job: ben, dinah, tris

ACCEPTING.

          “Marry Ben, fuck Tris... and kill Dinah,” he answers a bit too readily. “I don’t really wanna kill Dinah, or, like, want her dead or nothin’. But, y’know, I ain’t gonna kill Ben or Tris. Not that I thought about marryin’ Ben, either. Or fuckin’ Tris.” He’s thought quite a bit about both. “But who wouldn’t?”

[facesofeve]

@hedonistique​

          This is the first time Eve sat beside Tris. The life of a dancer isn’t for the faint of heart, practice takes the entirety of her day and the commute home is not one particularly brief either. There is something that Eve needs to say to Tris - something that has been on her mind since she woke up, but her lips do not move. Instead, the two of them just sat side by side. The only audible sound being the voices of the characters on television as well as the laugh track accompanying their shenanigans. 

           Eve doesn’t know how to say it. Doesn’t know how to prepare it. 

          “I’m sorry.”

          So she takes a uncalculated risk of sorts - letting these two words drift in the air.

[streetsofsecretswegone]

@hedonistique​   said  :   ☄☄ for grisha

He may not look it, but Grisha is a skilled dancer especially in regards to traditional Russian dance which relies on agility, balance, and good muscles. In his life he would later focus on slow dancing which does not require half as much effort and in America, he settles on dancing like an average white man to fit in with the masses. jk. not really. 

Grisha is very strict about how much technology Tatiana uses on a day to day basis. He feels that it is too easy for her to wander on something inappropriate on Youtube. All and all, Grisha feels that the internet is a unhinged, dangerous place. He knows. He uses technology frequently. Because of this, it cannot truly be said that the fact Tatiana made Let It Go become his ringtone was an accident.

[pepperyflavour]

Italy detour ig @paulinarapacz @velvetdynasty @theclassyissue @theclassylifestyle

[sleazygoing]

‘ want some? ’

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒;

          “Jeez, you fit the whole bottle in that teeny little purse? Damn. Remind me to take you with me next time I’m tryina see a movie! You could probably fit like four Big Macs in there.”

           Kennedy eyes the Bacardi bottle as Tris waves it at him, and he finds himself profoundly tempted. 

          “Yeah,” he says, without really thinking about it too much, “yeah, sure.” He slides over half a can of Coke for her to glug it into. “Go easy on me though, tiger. I’m like, goin’ the other way tonight, you catch my drift?”

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@hedonistique​   said  :   4- sharing secrets NON SEXUAL INTIMACY. ACCEPTING.

         "Sal and I have been having sex."

        Maybe Tris already knew this, but until now Didi was more than fine with those moments in her life being something known yet unspoken. Admitting such a simple ( and obvious thing ) was not easy for her as the two sat side by side on the couch. For the past fifteen minutes, the more reserved woman braced herself. Counted the minutes...the commercials. On the second commercial she vowed she would say what was on her mind -- no, the third commercial...no the fourth! -- then before Didi knew it, the show was back on. Ultimately, she would make this announcement on episode 3 of whatever they were binging, during a tense scene of all things!

      “I don’t know if you knew that already or not. But, I.” She sighs, “I thought I was pregnant this week. I didn’t have any symptoms, beyond a thing or two, but I got a pregnancy test to be sure. The first said I was positive.” And she wanted to die. “But the second was negative.” And she believed in the existence of a kind, benevolent God. “I’ll be going on birth control soon.” 

[maudlinman]

@hammurabicomplex​ asked: ‘ am i dead? ’ - from @hedonistique​

QUESTION STARTERS:  ACCEPTING.

          Bleary-eyed and blinking, Jett weakly pushes himself up into a seated position from the floor.  “ No. I don’t think so. If you was, you wouldn’t be wakin’ me up. ”  His hand slowly slides over his forehead and stays there.  “ I feel like shit. What you got to drink? ”

[deloresisout]

-- @hedonistique​!

       “Tris?”

       Shy - bashful, she approaches her lounging housemate with her hand tucked away in the pockets of her deep violet dress. Tris isn’t doing anything tonight - at least that’s what Didi personally made out of her declarations of freedom. “Can I ask you a question?”

      “What do you think of...online dating?” Is it something Tris approves of? Something she would do? Or something she looks down upon? Her answer will determine any further replies. 

[xiasgone]

@hammurabicomplex​   asked  :   ❓ eve and tris.

This dramatic icon is for you, Beatrice. 

Does my muse trust yours?  Eve honestly doesn’t know whether she does or not. I would like to say the two of them have been living together for almost three years now ( If I were to pinpoint the time we’ve been having our interactions between them, then I would say Tris’s residency is not something new or brief. ) Eve likes to see the best in everybody, however Tris has done some irresponsible, off-the-wall shit. Sometimes she thinks she would sell some of her grandparent’s antiques when she’s not looking. Sometimes she thinks Tris respects Eve’s home enough not to do that. Sometimes she doesn’t know who is worse between she and Angie.

Does my muse dislike yours? The way she shrugs things off like a duck shaking the water off its feathers. Sometimes, Tris just seems as though she doesn’t care. Doesn’t think. She always has a smile, a response, and while this is not a bad trait, Eve (who dwells on situations and questions herself all the time) just does not understand how this other woman can seemingly live her life without thinking of every imperfect thing she’s done. 

Would my muse kill someone for yours? Yes. If Tris was being assaulted nearby, Eve would try to shoot her granddad’s gun. Or Angie’s gun. I’m sure Angie owns a gun, for she is a Scozzari.

Would my muse kill your muse? Absolutely not!

Would my muse save yours? Always! She loves Tris like a sister.

Does my muse find your muse attractive? Eve thinks that Tris has attractive features, but she’s not sexually attracted to her. Tris’s way of presenting herself is also radically different than the way Eve presents herself. The hair, the tattoos, the clothes - even her scrawniness, Eve was taught by her grandmother that someone who looks like Tris doesn’t look like the ideal woman who gets satisfaction from life. (satisfication coming from internalized misogyny)  But really, Eve thinks Tris’s tattoos are fine. Her hair is fine. But she is too skinny. Which is funny for Eve to think when ballet has caused her to have poor body image, believing that her slim frame is ‘never correct.’ 

Is my muse disgusted by yours? Sometimes. Sometimes.

would my muse go on a date with your muse?  She would go on a platonic date with her! Which I’m sure they’ve done before, just to little bars and skating rinks and all that.

would my muse kiss yours?  On the forehead or cheek. Specifically if Tris was sad.

would my muse betray yours?  Absolutely not!

my muse’s favorite thing about yours is The fact she can make friends anywhere she goes! Eve has a hard time doing so and hardly feels connected to people she meets due to her introversion.

the thing my muse dislikes about yours is Her absent behavior with baby Ada.

[overlourdes]

☄☄☄ !!

SEND ☄️ FOR A RANDOM FACT ( accepting )

- lola loves jewelry, mainly tie pins, cuff links, and rings. his gloves are tailor made for his hands and he has rings that fit over them. he also has rings that he wears on the rare occasion he goes without gloves

- he loves spending money, not just on himself, but on those that he’s fond of. if he likes someone, they can expect an extravagant birthday or holiday gift. his daughters likely own millions of dollars worth of designer clothes and jewelry.

- lola was raised in a brothel until he was nine years old. he was not conceived there, but his mother went there after being disowned by her family for her illegitimate pregnancy. the old woman running the place was the one who ended up looking after lola.

[noiralley]

@hedonistique​ liked for a short starter

          “Hey, you look familiar. I think I saw you on TV or somethin’. You’re like a... dancer or somethin’, right?” Figure skating was not a sport he kept up with, so placing her face wasn’t going to happen. It’s surprising he remembers that program at all.

[savingchaos]

glutton for punishment, and everything else too

I live my life to excess in every way that I can.

I drink until I black out,

and find my body on the floor

or the bed

or in someone's house,

and I often have no memory of how I came to rest there.

my arms are usually thrown out around my head,

with my hair a halo of chaos

framing a face stained with last night's makeup.

I smoke cigarettes until my throat burns and I can't breathe quite right,

then I light another one just to spite myself,

because maybe one more

might make me a little happier.

or maybe it'll just distract me from the pain

until it burns out.

I force myself to exercise harder

and harder

and harder,

until I collapse on the floor

into a puddle of torn muscles and fatigue and breathlessness.

I do it for the rush of dopamine

and for the thought that

hopefully one day,

I'll be skinny

and maybe even pretty again.

and for all the vices that I have

and indulge in constantly to numb my erratic, manic, wild moods,

I also indulge myself with goodness too.

I care aggressively for the ones I love,

will do anything to see them smile,

and I will defend them with my last dying breath if it comes to that.

I will destroy anyone who hurts them,

wholly and completely,

until they are rendered unable to do harm ever again,

in whatever form that takes.

I perform spontaneous acts of kindness, even if they're small.

I'll bring an extra energy drink to work

just in case my coworker is having a bad day, and maybe I can help a little.

I'll compliment as many people as I can on whatever stands out to me

because I love to see them smile,

even if it's just for a minute.

and I always try to help those who struggle,

even when I have nothing left

because maybe they need whatever's still inside me

more than I do.

there is nothing about me that is mild,

not my moods

which are often tumultuous

and terrifying,

but sometimes beautiful and lovely and joyous,

not my actions,

and definitely not whatever I choose to cope with

for the night.

I'm a glutton for everything

and I don't care if that's how I go out.

[streetsofsecretswegone]

@hedonistique​   said   :    💰 for leah (i'm so sorry shdfdgf) RELATIONSHIP BUILDING.

      Tris won’t be the first person to ask her for money and she won’t be the last. The older of the two feels no desire to do so - but also no need to comply. It is not just the fact Leah fails in feeling anything, well, maternal towards Tris (wow, that sounds cruel, she thinks to herself) but she would also equally refrain from giving Ben anything right now. More often than not, she likes to know where exactly it’s going.       “Usually people wait a year before they ask me this sort of question.” She sarcastically confesses.