#mocnliights.

[goldsfm]

@mocnliights​   /  luca.

               of  course  it’s  his  car  parked  directly  behind  hers  .   “  i’m  just  leaving  but   . . .   you’re  blocking  me  in  .   “   

[svltairs]

closed  to  :  @mocnliights​​​ media  inspired  starter  call :  new  girl  edition

     “  i  panicked  and  i  grabbed  the  hat.  i  should  have  grabbed  the  yoyo  or  the  slap  bracelet  and  now  all  i  have  is  this  stupid  hat.  ”

[unearthcd]

📣 for either !

“i just don’t understand why you’re still here when at every turn you’re talking about why this place isn’t as good as new york—or los angeles, or tokyo, or london, or wherever.” her genuine confusion and apparent frustration were made clear by the crease between her brows. “you can go back. you can go back and design another collection or oversee the company or, i don’t know, just say screw it all and move back to the city to get away from this place.” her hands started moving as she spoke, a habit august slipped into when getting especially heated or passionate. currently it was hard to tell which prevailed. she looked away, drawing a deep inhale and allowing it to fill her lungs. only once she’d exhaled and steadied herself did she look back at nadira. “look, i’m sorry, i just don’t understand. and, honestly, i get the feeling that you’re holding out on me. like—like you’re not talking to me. not really. and you don’t have to, but i want you to know that you can.”

[halfrest]

🍷😬😢💕 landon to rosie xoxo

send  🍷  for  a  drunk  text  from  my  muse

landon [ 1:14am ] hey rosie u looked really pretty tongiht i wanted to tell u but like idk but i thought

landon [ 1:14am ] lolsorry if this is weird just like objectibely

landon [ 1:14am ] u looked nice

landon [ 1:15am ] :)

send  😬  for  a  worried  text  from  my  muse

landon [ 11:32pm ] hey! i saw u dand magda talking earlier and like idk she likes to have fun with things so if she said anything i wouldn’t worry about it

landon [ 11:33pm ] like only if she did u guys might’ve been talking about pumpkins lmao idk not pumpkins

landon [ 11:33pm ] sorry this feels weird u can talk to whoever obviously

landon [ 11:35pm ] it was nice seeing u at the show 

send  😢  for  a  sad  text  from  my  muse

landon [ 10:02am ] hey out for brunch with my mom and she can’t stop talking about u lol

landon [ 10:02am ] not in like a weird way but idk she’s always liked u and wanted to say hi

landon [ 10:02am ] misses having u around and all that stuff

landon [ UNSENT ] i do too

landon [ 10:03am ] i told her ur busy with all that law stuff but just wanted to reach out and say u will always have a seat at her table or whatever i forget the expression lmao

landon [ 10:04am ] not that the law stuff is just stuff ik it’s amazing and stuff like ur amazing sorry wow too many mimosas lol

send  💕  for  a  loving  text  from  my  muse

landon [ 8:40pm ] hey i had fun today like seeing u and stuff 

landon [ UNSENT ] didn’t realize how lonely irving’s been without u. well i did but idk seeing u again felt like getting back a part of myself? does that sound weird? i’m sorry if it does i just meant like ur the kind of person that’s easy to be around. u make things feel like they’re okay if that makes sense

landon [ 8:41pm ] don’t think i’ve laughed that much in a bit haha

landon [ 8:42pm ] it was nice

[plctitude]

CLOSED FOR :   @mocnliights​ .

          it’s unexpected , really .  t.c. feels like it’s been ages since he’s seen her .  but despite quite literally  bumping  into her , he flashes a wide smile .   ❝  nadira .  hi .  ❞   he brings his shoulders back , straightens himself up a bit .   ❝  sorry about that .  i really should be better about watching where i’m walking .  ❞

[slversoul]

👫 rosie/antonia pls

1. one time, they were at the same restaurant, and antonia pulled the chair out from the table and offered it to rosie. when rosie went to sit down, antonia pulled it out even farther so she fell on the floor. 

2. antonia faked having the flu to get out of hanging out with rosie. when she offered to bring her soup, she told her that she was being transported in a helicopter to another state’s hospital it was so bad. 

3. another time, when she saw rosie on the street, she pretend to be antonia’s long lost identical twin sister.

4. she ran into rosie when she was day drunk and when rosie smiled at her, she hugged her. when she brought the hug up at a later time, antonia pretended she had blacked out. 

[reversecreek]

🥱 from magda to nadira luv it

SEND 📞 + 🥱 FOR A SLEEPY VOICEMAIL MY MUSE LEFT FOR YOUR MUSE

In an effort to reverse the expected, Magda had stayed the night at Abernathy Creek -- Shelly rejoiced like a PTA mom finding a ‘live, laugh, love’ sign on sale at a local gardening centre, kissing Misha square on the lips and declaring that it was “a miracle, a miracle! She has risen!”. It was a whole ordeal. Magda couldn’t help but roll her eyes despite her slight smile, sitting through it all the same. Hunter wouldn’t expect her to go where he’d most conceivably find her -- where he’d already looked. The morning after, she woke to Big Bob plucking a strand of her hair, sniffing at it like it was a vanilla pod and he fancied scraping it out with a knife’s point. After a well deserved “what the fuck, Bob?” Magda was out back, cigarette drooped from her lips like an unformed question mark -- and, out of nowhere, a thumb twitched to start the call. Another dial. Then another. Voicemail. Figures. Before she could hang up, the message began. Magda squinted into the trees in silence. “Think I--,” yawn intercepting, “--fuck. Uh, think I had a dream where you died,” she informed frankly, pulling a brief drag as a bird nursed it’s feathers. She’d been standing there, years ago, when Hunter first emerged. That exact spot. Magda focused on the cigarette. “Guess people cried, or whatever. I didn’t, ‘cause I’ve got -- you know, huge tits and a big, resilient dick.” Studying the cigarette between her fingers, she watched the thin wisp of smoke through a squint -- the daylight was invasive on freshly woken eyes, enough that she almost wanted to close them. Magda could’ve slept all day, if she’d get away with it. “But, uh...” trailed off, reluctance looming like a figure with broad shoulders in the edge of her peripheral, one she’d never acknowledge was there -- Magda didn’t do reluctant, didn’t do caring about people’s answers, but there was a ‘thank-you’ somewhere in this voicemail, if you read between the lines, if you really trained your ear for it. “Cool you’re not dead, or whatever. All I wanted to say. Bye.”

[solitvdcs]

I S2G TUMBLR LET ME HAVE 03 . a kiss after a long time apart FOR CARSON/ROSIE

03 .   a  kiss  after  a  long  time  apart .

the lights are dim and his inhibitions are low with the celebratory drinks coursing through his bloodstream. he was still in shock they’d made the trek up from irving to see him in his last performance, and grateful that the lead had bowed out so his understudy could take center stage. he’s not sure if the others are still in the bar, but as far as he’s concerned, rosie is the only person within a ten mile radius. a familiar song plays from the jukebox, and he offers his hand to her before tugging her up - there’s no dance floor, but that’s the least of his concerns. he wants a dance with the beautiful woman in front of him, and he’s just tispy enough to not have to overthink it.

he pulls her close, one hand wrapped around hers while the other rests at the small of her back. the song isn’t really made for this kind of dancing, but they sway offbeat while carson croons the lyrics only loud enough for her to hear; her accompanying laugh is it’s own sort of music. he leans his forehead against hers, nose wrinkling. “i have a confession,” he says, sheepish look on his face. “i had the biggest crush on you, basically from the time i knew what crushes were until - nah, probably still have a crush on you, now that i think about it.” she’s so close that he can see individual eyelashes, and his heart kicks up a beat as she responds in turn - she once felt the same. “oof, that stings - i know i was pretty cute when i was twelve, but -” before he can finish, he feels a shift in the air; one look in rosie’s eyes and he knows she feels it, too. before he can think better of it, he closes the last bit of distance between them and presses his lips to hers, and in that moment everything feels right.

[piratejct]

🍷 adam to nadira

send  🍷  for  a  drunk  text  from  my  muse

[ 1:48 ] adam → nadira : haha screw you dude [ 1:48 ] adam → nadira : don’t fucking talk to me  [ 2:56 ] adam → nadira : mete me upstaird in 5 

[cvastals]

?? lara/rosie? frankie/rosie? any other pair? the world is your oyster

Send me ?? for a strange/vague text

lara: Don’t look under your bed tonight. This is an official warning.

Send me ?? for a strange/vague text

frankie: tequila sunrise this is moscow mule. the eagle will land when purple turns pink at dawn. operation suck n fuck is a go, wear ur best yellow attire and get ready for the rodeo.

frankie [three hours later]: [...]

frankie: oh my god

frankie: absolutely that was not for you

frankie: [...]

frankie: ignore that lawl

frankie: this isn’t a weird drug thing

frankie: [...]

frankie: it’s not a weird sex thing either

[goldsfm]

@mocnliights​   /  nadira.

          self  invited  in  without  knocking  nor  announcement  save  for  laying  down ,  head  placed  in  her  lap .   heavy  sigh ,   and  doe  eyes  flicker  up  to  her .   “  pay  attention  to  me ,  play  with  my  hair .  “

[svltairs]

luca & darcy: 20 . a kiss out of desperation . 👀

20 . a kiss out of desperation .  //  @mocnliights

      there  is  something  in  the  silence  that  makes  her  want  to  claw  at  her  skin  until  whatever  remnants  of  a  soul  she  might  have  left  can  be  set  free  from  the  trappings  of  her  rib  cage.  there  is  so  much  noise  in  her  head,  unable  to  be  hushed  by  any  of  the  vices  she  had  indulged  in  that  evening  —  and  indulged  she  did.  it  was  a  backslide  straight  into  something  worse  for  wear  and  it’s  no  shock  that  luca  was  there  to  accompany  her  on  her  downward  spiral.  maybe  he  is  her  downward  spiral,  her  guide  straight  to  the  pits  below.  with  each  mistake  he  lights  the  way  —  they  say  the  road  to  hell  is  paved  with  good  intentions,  but  what  about  the  fuck  ups  ?  what  about  when  you’re  not  sure  if  there’s  any  good  left  to  lead  you  ?   the  noise  that  buzzes  in  her  ears  just  won’t  shut  up  and  she’s  had  enough,  so  she  pulls  him  in  by  the  front  of  his  shirt,  a  discarded  bottle  crashing  to  the  ground  in  the  process  of  making  him  impossibly  near,  her  lips  crashing  into  his  as  she  tastes  mistake  after  mistake  upon  his  lips.  but  it  works  —  the  noise  stops  for  now  —  all  she  can  think  about  is  luca.  

[unearthcd]

👫 nadira/august !!

four headcanons

the first day they worked together and august saw nadira on set, she developed something of an instant crush on her. i mean, look at her, listen to her, how could you not? the more they interacted, however, the more this imminent friendship feeling became really apparent. she’s joked about this on several occasions, it’s no secret.

one time while filling out an application for something or another she put nadira as her third emergency contact, because she truly couldn’t think of anyone else after her parents—and, well, nadira was someone in the city! she’s never brought it up and always just sort of hoped there wouldn’t be a situation in which they’d need to call her asdkjgh.

when nadira moved to irving, august sent her handwritten letters once a week—sometimes more often if something happened in between that she couldn’t wait to tell her about. could she have just called or texted? yeah. and she did, but letters were a little something extra. sometimes they contained photographs, sometimes recommendations for food and fun spots back in her hometown.

august without a doubt flew out for her father’s funeral. no question. it’s likely that their friendship and everything that’s happened with them, both individually and together, in part convinced her to come back to irving only 5 months later.

[halfrest]

💭landon/rosie <3

💭 a song my muse listens to when they’re thinking about your muse.

bloom by the paper kites 

       “ in the morning when i wake and the sun is coming through — oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness and you fill my head with you. shall i write it in a letter ? shall i try to get it down ? oh, you fill my head with pieces of a song i can't get out. ” @mocnliights​

[plctitude]

CLOSED FOR :   @mocnliights .

          BREATHING HEAVILY , jet crashes into the chair across from rosie ,  plucks a fry from the basket on the table .   ❝  hey , sorry i’m late .  i hit this pothole on the way here and flew off my board , got poked with a cane . . .   it was this whole thing .  ❞   she shifts in her seat , wincing at the pain from her leg .   ❝  funny enough , it actually happened because i pulled my phone out to text you that i was running late .  ❞

[veinticuatros]

          𝒔𝒂𝒃 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕. “ if we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything. ” ／ closed for @mocnliights​