#muse: tierney rose

[tierneyyyyy]

[TIERNEY ROSE. 26. FEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Asbury Park for [3 YEARS] and are originally from [LOS ANGELES]. They are a [MUSIC PRODUCER/PART TIME EMPLOYEE AT THE STONE PONY] and in their downtime love [GOING TO MUSIC SHOWS] and [COLLECTING CRYSTALS]. They look a lot like [MOLLY GORDON] and live in [MEADOWLARK APARTMENTS]. The song that makes people think of them the most is [LIVING IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS BY COBRA STARSHIP].

THE ESSENTIALS

a chaos queen. mid twenties, LA native. believes in yoga and crystals and the power of the universe and karma and fate and if it’s meant to be, it’ll be. which is in direct contrast to the rest of her family, really. rarely sleeps between her three jobs (all of which she literally loves) and partying. works in music, as well as lives, breathes, and sleeps music (like….it’s her entire life). she’s a producer first, but she plays multiple instruments as well as sings. and at any given moment, she could literally be doing anything, so it’s completely impossible to keep track of her - state lines unknowingly crossed, parties crashed, occasionally chased by cops. it’s all up for grabs with tierney.

pinterest - musings

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

rob brooks (high fidelity [the tv show]) - maxine baker (ginny & georgia) - seth cohen (the o.c.) - peyton sawyer (one tree hill) - jason mendoza (the good place) - gigi (booksmart) - begin again (not either of the main charas but the vibes of the movie, u feel?) - ben wyatt (parks & rec)

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: tierney rose

NICKNAME(S): tier, t

DATE OF BIRTH: february 13th, 1998

AGE: 26

ZODIAC SIGN: aquarius sun, libra moon, aquarius rising

OCCUPATION: music producer/podcast host/sound engineer at the stone pony

HOMETOWN: los angeles

CURRENT RESIDENCE: the meadowlark apartments in asbury park, nj

NATIONALITY: American

LANGUAGE(S): English

GENDER & PRONOUNS: she/her (cisfemale)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian

RELIGION: Jewish 

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: Molly Gordon

HEIGHT: 5′2″

EYE COLOUR: brown

HAIR COLOUR + STYLE: brown w/ bangs, curly/wavy, like this when it’s down, but will wear it up a lot

TATTOO(S): TBD

PIERCING(S): TBD

GLASSES: yes, a la this photo, but doesn’t wear them all the time

CLOTHING STYLE: very stereotypical queer tbh - lots of oversized flannels/hoodies over cuffed jeans, converse, graphic tees, floral prints. wears a baseball caps/wide brim hats a lot. two good outfit examples (with more on her pinterest board) - this and this.

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE: TBD

POSITIVE TRAITS: TBD

NEGATIVE TRAITS: TBD

GOALS/DESIRES:  TBD

FEARS:  TBD

HOBBIES:  record shopping, crystals, meditating, trying various kinds of yoga classes, tormenting the other residents of meadowlark apartments, getting high in her vw surf bus (and anywhere else), watching true crime documentaries, breaking & entering in a ~fun~ way

HABITS: TBD

SMOKES?: constantly

DRINKS?: yes

DRUGS?: will try anything twice lmao (and yes, i mean she will try everything twice, i didn't just get the saying 'try anything once' wrong)

EDUCATION

COLLEGE EDUCATION: USC

DEGREE(S): Bachelor of Music in Music Production w/ minors in Music Recording & Popular Music

FAMILY

SOCIAL CLASS: Upper Class

FATHER: Isaac Rose (FC: Harrison Ford) - corporate lawyer

MOTHER: Elizabeth Rose (FC: Ellen Pompeo) - entertainment finance manager

SIBLING(S): One older sister, Callan Rose (FC: Laura Dreyfuss) - entertainment lawyer

SOME FUN FACTS

tierney is a los angeles native

she is an industry nepo baby !! her family all works in the legal side of the eterntainment industry and she absolutely used that to her advantage !! she gives typical nepo baby vibes about that though

however, about a year after college, her parents were like, you need to get serious and stop being ... well, you, so she decided to move out to new york despite being such a true blue california native, and decided to try "supporting herself" "without their help"

she chose to live in new jersey because she is sorta obsessed with jack antonoff. but like in a casual cool way, not in a fangirl way (lie)

her other music hero is alexandra patsavas

tierney also has a podcast discussing music with one of her friends, as well as works as a sound engineer at the stone pony every once in a while when they need someone local

she has a MASSIVE record collection - it’s her pride & joy. she is definitely a regular at groovy graveyard, so if you have a character who works/shops there, they almost definitely have bumped into her

basically tierney lives, breathes, eats & sleeps music - it’s her entire life and she is insanely passionate about it. don’t ask her for her opinion on an artist unless you want an entire verbal essay and possibly a power point

as it is, tierney is a true music junkie, so she doesn’t dislike anything. she can find pros and cons and merits to pretty much any artist and enjoys talking about why they’re popular or they should be, or why they have influence/are good/talented/relevant, whatever the argument for them is

basically if someone asks her about music, be prepared to just have to listen to her rant about it for a million years

she’s kinda a hippie, she’s constantly going to yoga or mediating or trying new herbal concoctions or acupuncture or cupping or buying new crystals or whatever - any ailment she suggests yoga for rather than, like, going to a doctor? again, la native here

tierney is all about trusting in the universe

she’s like…wildly chaotic. she will try anything once (and usually more than that), goes out all the time, has the weirdest sleep schedule (maybe just never sleep in general), and yet somehow is always a ball of energy

other than groovy graveyard, places she'd frequent in asbury park are pipe dreams smokeshop, wonder bar, madam marie's, the abandoned casino & carousel, paranormal books & curiosities, sandoval dollar, & silverball retro arcade

overall, tierney is really laidback & chill & loves to vibe & party and gets along with pretty much anyone

CONNECTION IDEAS

i would love people who have been her podcast co-host ?? i kinda imagine it's a bit of a revolving door since she's insufferable lmao

give me a good luck, babe! inspired toxic situationship and i will love you forever

more will come soon but these are the first two ideas off the top of my head

and always down to brainstorm or fill tierney into anything that would fit !!

[rosaliehalerps]

what crystal are you?

amethyst

you have an energetic and passionate nature. you want to taste everything the world has to offer. sometimes you seem aimless, eager and distracted. but when you apply yourself, you excel. you're known to your friends as someone they can depend on to brighten the mood. you have a way of breaking the tension and helping others deal with stress. however, when have you last let yourself sit with your negative emotions? when was the last time you slowed down and let your thoughts catch up to you? you can't run forever.

tagged by: @holywitchkid​

tagging: whoever wants to do it bc i’m late to this anyways xx

[eightysixed]

forgot to post this way back on SL dash, but this is just a small part of the collection of mugs + shot glasses in tyson and tierney’s apartment

@rosaliehalerps

[tysondabs]

💛

send 💛 for a friendship headcanon i have for our muses

friendship headcanons ok lol here we go

met at an Oasis 'pool' party where he used a godawful pickup line whilst drunk/high

sasha is up for whatever crackhead idea drops into tyson's head or a least entertains them and he 1000% appreciates that.

trading barbs about texas/ohio 24-7.

He's definitely brought her back food on the way home from work more than a couple of times. Claims it's "leftovers" she can have but has really gone out of his way to get because he thinks she forgets to eat most of the time idk

all the tol and smol tropes

they've tried using the tarot cards he got her last christmas but neither can really make heads or tails of that shit. (Tyson: "ooh u got the death card. that means you'll die probably.")

there's been several attempts on tyson's end to get her to skate with him at the local park, with semi-success.

done that thing on the beach where you completely bury the other person in sand w/just their head sticking out

Ty bought them some stupid ass matching power bead bracelets because he's constantly at Rose Quartz, but lost them on his way home and before he could give hers to Sasha.

Terrible texter, but usually super quick to come through w/a reply to Sasha

Fixed her showerhead not once, but twice

Also tried to fix her phone once when it refused to turn on but he's less tech-savvy than handyman-savvy, so that was a waste of time.

Dumb and Dumber: West Coast Edition

would prob make an even worse roommate combo than ty and tierney

[mrsbhandari]

The Most Dangerous Weapon is a Charming Woman

Author’s Note: HELLO!! I figured that since its 12:04 and officially open heart day, I would make a lil something with ethan ramsey. I hope you enjoy!!

Words: 3553

Summary: Ethan has to go to a gala with Dalia, but they disagree about her dress color.

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk

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“Pink.”

“What?”

“It’s pink.”

“Yes.”

“But why is it pink?”

“Because I like it.”

“But I hate pink.”

“Well frankly, Dr. Ramsey, I don’t care.”

“But Naveen said we have to match.” At that, Dalia sent him a look. 

“That doesn’t sound like my problem. I’ve had this dress picked out for weeks and I’m wearing it whether we match or not,” she said, spinning on her heel and walking out of his office to indicate the end of their conversation. He sputtered but watched her leave, knowing there was no use in trying to change her mind. Shaking his head, he straightened some papers on his desk, an internal monologue running in his mind.

Pink? What would she even look like in pink? How am I going to match that? I have no pink ties and I’m not sure I have enough time to get one. What does the dress even look like? What kind of pink is it? God, I’m going to kill Naveen for this. Who is he to say that we have to match? Just because we’re going together doesn’t mean– Wait, are we going together? Alarm bells rang in his head. Does he want us to match since we’re representing the hospital? Pink isn’t my color. Am I overthinking this? I’m overthinking this. 

A knock on the open door to his office pulled his attention from the thoughts running through his head to his boss poking his head into the room. Ethan gestured for him to enter and tried to focus on him. 

“Naveen, what can I do for you?” 

“I’ve come to talk about the gala tonight, since you and Dr. Blaese are going together,” Naveen said, casting a knowing glance towards Ethan, whose eyebrows furrowed. “You’ll need to butter up some large donors, you know the drill. You’re a little bit…tense…though, so Dr. Blaese should help with that. Are you ready for it?” Ethan thought for a second before simply nodding and leaning back in his chair. Naveen gave a gentle smile and nodded with him before leaving the room, unaware of Ethan’s uncertainty for the night.  

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A dinging from his phone on the nightstand next to his bed prompted a slight freak out as he glanced at himself in the mirror. The only person that actually gave him notifications was Dalia when she texted, so he quickly turned the device over to read what had been sent to him. 

Rookie: Almost there. See you soon. 

His heart beat faster in his chest. Almost here, she was almost here. This was the start to a night of mind-numbing pain caused by the boring talk of rich people with nothing better to do than spend money. Chatter of golf, food, and boating was definitely not something to look forward to, but he found himself excited to spend the night with Dalia, who brightened up a room with just a smile. She would undoubtedly pull in the big bucks tonight.

Realizing he had nothing to do but wait for her to get to his apartment, he exited from his messages app to go to Pictagram, ignoring the brief thought of its stupidity that crossed his mind. Dalia had signed him up for it, but she was the only one he followed. He mindlessly scrolled past the posts of random accounts and sipped some scotch he had poured before dressing. As he stopped on one picture, he almost choked on the alcohol. 

The picture was of Dalia leaning up against a brick wall, most likely outside her apartment. She was looking off to the side, emphasizing her slender neck as it stretched. The dress was pink, just like she said, and he started hating himself for saying he didn’t like it. It may not be his color, but by God, it was Dalia’s. The dress looked to be satin and hugged her curves, perfectly emphasizing what his fingertips ached to caress. Her shoulders were bare except for two thin straps, and her leg was revealed by a thigh-high slit in the fabric. His pants were tight and he found himself wishing he dressed up even slightly more to match his date. Date. His eyes widened at the term. Is she technically my date? He questioned, jumping when his doorbell buzzed. Jenner barked from the couch but shushed when he opened the door and saw Dalia in all of her beauty and the dress that almost killed him before he even left. She walked into the apartment without a word, used to coming over for late night studying and working on cases. Even if he did want to speak, he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to without closing his eyes.

“Hey, Jenner boy,” she cooed, keeping a distance as she pet him to make sure no hair got on her dress. “You ready, Ethan?” She turned to find him still gaping at her and raised her eyebrow. “What?” 

They had been having this for a while, this “will-they, won’t-they” between them that seemed to pop up really inopportune times: at the gym early in the morning as she stretches next to the treadmill in her sports bra and tight leggings; when her leg brushes against his at the diagnostics table; when she calls him late at night to talk about a case and adopts a breathy drawl to her words, influenced by her sleepiness. Dr. Dalia Blaese killed him in more ways than one on a daily basis, and controlling himself was getting more and more difficult every time he looked into her eyes. 

“You, uh….You look fantastic,” he stammered, internally cringing at how pathetic he must’ve sounded. She sent him a smile nonetheless and walked over to him, pressing close to his chest. His breath hitched as he breathed in her scent, intoxicated by it surrounding and clouding his senses. He noticed her hands were held behind her back and raised his own eyebrow, craning his neck to see what she was hiding from him. “What’s that?” 

She cocked her head and shrugged, which only pushed her chest out at him. He somehow managed to keep his head on his shoulders and cleared his throat, trying to summon a stern look to get her to talk. Finally, she sighed and took out a small clear box with a light pink flower inside, wrapped with a black ribbon. A boutonniere. 

“You don’t like pink, but you sounded upset about matching, so I got this for you,” she said, looking down at the box self-consciously. The tips of her ears were pinker than her dress and he found the sight endlessly adorable. He gently took the box from her hands and opened it, pausing to inhale the smell of the small rose before giving it to her so she could pin it on his lapel. He watched her intently while she pinned it, studying her concentrated face focused on not accidentally sticking him. After successfully figuring it out, she stepped back to admire her handiwork, gesturing for Ethan to turn around. He jokingly gave her a small twirl. 

“Happy?” he asked, hands on his hips. He blushed as her gaze raked over his body, stopping on his crotch where he was definitely still hard from seeing her. 

“Very.”

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Ethan jolted awake due to Dalia’s hard elbow coming into contact with his ribs and he was pulled back into the conversation at the table about summer homes on the coast. Luckily, it didn’t seem like anyone noticed he had fallen asleep, but Dalia was staring daggers at him out of the corner of her eye. After feeling a slight touch on the inside of his knee, he knew that she was determined to keep him awake. 

Her voice was level as she spoke fondly of memories from her childhood on the beach with the older donor, Mr. Tierney, who seemed quite taken with Dalia. Her hand rubbed Ethan’s knee soothingly, luring him into a false sense of security before she meandered her touch higher on his thigh. His face flushed with the effort to keep a neutral expression despite the growing bulge in his pants, trying hard to not let Mr. Tierney know what was going on under their side of the table. She let out a loud laugh at the older man’s joke and took the opportunity to directly palm him over his pants. His breathing became shallow and he tried to focus with everything he had on the conversation at hand. 

“You’re a lovely couple, how long have you been together?” Mrs. Tierney, who was on her 3rd large glass of wine, asked, looking fondly between the younger doctors. Dalia offered her a sweet smile.

“We’re not together, actually! Although any woman would be lucky to have our famed Dr. Ramsey here,” she said, gripping him through the fabric covering him. The Tierneys laughed, oblivious to why the “famed Dr. Ramsey” seemed to be having such trouble breathing. 

“Hey, Dr. Blaese, right?” A young man walked up to the table and Dalia’s hand left Ethan’s lap. Despite the trouble she had caused, he found himself missing her touch. “I was wondering if you’d honor me with a dance? I’m Alexander McCallum, from Cal-Tech.” 

Ethan barely held a scoff in, but Dalia took Alexander’s hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. The sight of her perfect curves being subject to someone else’s touch made his blood boil as he watched them sway together, impossibly close. His hand was low on her back, fingertips brushing her bare skin with the low backed dress. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered something, prompting a giggle from her. He knew that laugh and the fact that it wasn’t him pulling it from her made his head foggy with envy. He endured another conversation with Mr. Tierney and his wife about boating in Rhode Island, casting glances toward the dance floor every few minutes to watch the quick process of Alexander’s hand drifting further and further down Dalia’s body until he was nearly completely brushing her ass. Ethan let out a loud sigh. 

“Lovely girl, hm?” Mrs. Tierney mused, finally picking up on Ethan’s attitude change the more he looked over at Dalia. Mr. Tierney got up to find more drinks for the table, leaving his wife with the doctor. Ethan meant to pay attention but it was so damn difficult when this random guy was groping his coworker and, he hated to admit, crush. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you. She’s been sending you glances whenever you aren’t looking, Dr. Ramsey. I think she likes you.” Ethan held in a laugh. 

You don’t know the half of it. “Maybe. Although it looks like Mr. Cal-Tech is definitely enjoying his dance with her,” he lamented, knuckles white with the grip on his fork. Mrs. Tierney laughed and Ethan’s head shot up to look at her in surprise. 

“Ugh, men. Always need a formal invitation, don’t you? If you want her, go and get her! Ask her for a dance!” she instructed, waving him off from the table. He gave another glance at the couple dancing.

“You and your husband don’t mind? I’m technically supposed to be trying to clean out your pockets right now.” He knew he shouldn’t have directly told her that, but she just smiled at him. 

“I control my husband’s finances and I think your hospital is deserving of a rather large donation as long as you get out on that dance floor and get that girl!” Ethan gave her a grin back and barely breathed out a thank you as he left the table to ask for a dance. When he got to the edge of the floor, he calmed himself and walked over to the couple. Luckily, the song had just ended, so he smoothly glided over. 

“May I steal her from you? She’s in high demand, and I’d like to have a chance,” he asked Alexander, giving a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Ethan challenged him, giving him a chance to fight back and cause a scene in front of the beautiful girl and rich donors of the gala. Alexander weighed the options and finally let go of Dalia’s hand, smiling graciously at her but glaring at Ethan as he walked away. 

“Couldn’t handle being away from me, Dr. Ramsey?” she teased, taking his hand and placing hers on his broad shoulder. She only came up to his chin, so she had to crane her neck to look up at him in their close proximity. “How were the Tierneys?”

“Fine, they’re planning on donating to the hospital, all thanks to you.”

“Thanks to me?”

“Well, the most dangerous weapon is a charming woman.”

“Isn’t it ‘wonderful woman,’ not charming?”

“‘Wonderful’ would’ve gone to your head.” He pulled her even closer to him, pressing their hips together so she could feel how hard he still was for her. Discreetly, he grinded against her, prompting a small moan to escape her lips. Hearing that nearly destroyed his self control, but after seeing Mr. Cal-Tech pouting on the edge of the dance floor and watching them, he decided that he wanted to have a little bit more fun with Dalia at the expense of the other man. 

He leaned down to whisper into her ear, making eye contact with Alexander, who was still glaring at him. “After this stupid party, I’m going to rip that dress off you.” He felt her heart beat faster against his chest. “We’re going to go to my apartment and I’m going to fuck you against the window so that the entire city can see who you belong to.” At this, his hand drifted down to grab her ass, fully in view of Alexander, who had escalated from mad to fuming. Dalia, none the wiser, moaned into his ear, spurring him on. “You’re going to be screaming my name because no one else is going to make you come as hard in your life as I am tonight.” The man on the edge of the floor crossed his arms, champagne flute in hand as he watched the display. 

“Dr. Ramsey, so naughty,” she said, pressing herself harder against him. He gripped her ass harder and nibbled on her earlobe, not caring about who saw. 

“Who does this ass belong to, rookie?”

“You, Dr. Ramsey.”

“Mm, that’s right. Are you wearing underwear?” he asked, voice low in her ear. She shook her head and he growled, growing impossibly harder in his pants. Dalia’s breath caught, so he guessed that she definitely felt his length pressing against her. “Mr. Cal-Tech doesn’t look too happy,” he taunted and she pulled her head back to look at him, amused fire behind her eyes. She swayed and spun them so that she could lift onto her toes and see her previous suitor, vexed and drinking champagne haughtily as he watched them together, obviously angry that it was Ethan groping her and not him. She muffled laughter against his suit jacket and looked back at Ethan, desire pooling between her legs and heating up in her stomach. 

“Wanna get out of here?” she asked, gently squeezing his arm in her hand. He nodded and escorted her off the dance floor, giving one last glance back at Alexander to see him chatting up another young doctor from Mass Kenmore.

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Ethan barely closed the door to his apartment before Dalia’s fire was consuming him, heat surrounding him as she pressed him against the door and kissed him as if his lips contained the last breath she would ever take. He groaned into her, reaching out to touch any part of her that he could. His first contact was on her waist, but his hands quickly found themselves to her back, where he nearly broke her zipper trying to get the slinky fabric off. She grabbed his hands and backed away from him, sashaying her hips as she turned around and walked to his room. Like a puppy waiting for his treat, he followed, loosening his tie as he walked. He made a quick pit stop in the kitchen to take his boutonniere off, placing it gently on the kitchen counter before speed walking back to his room. He let loose a moan at the sight waiting for him. 

Dalia was laying on the bed in one of his ties and nothing else as she sent him a sultry look and beckoned him closer with a finger. Eagerly, he walked to her and grabbed a hold of the tie around her neck, tugging her up to him so they could meet in the middle for a heated kiss. He explored her with his tongue, aching to taste as much of her as he could. Before he realized that she was even off the bed, Ethan felt himself falling backwards, landing with a bounce on the bed to see Dalia standing over him, her beautiful body completely exposed to him. Her hands fell to his belt, looking up to ask him for silent permission. He gave a nod and she resumed undressing him until he was as naked as she was, their playing fields even. Unceremoniously, she straddled his thighs, closing him under her as she pressed bites and kisses from his neck down to the happy trail leading to his cock, erect and already leaking precum from the tip. 

“Mm, you look so perfect, Dr. Ramsey,” she said before wrapping her lips around him. A gasp left his lips at his name on her tongue and he shuddered, subconsciously thrusting into her mouth to feel more heat around his member. She moaned around him, sending another wave of pleasure down his spine and he curled his toes at the feeling. Moving her thumb and forefinger up and down the shaft, she gave kitten licks to the tip and his hands found their way into her hair, grasping at the locks as he felt his release barreling through him. He pulled her off of him with a loud pop to avoid coming too early, but the sight of spit dripping from her swollen lips onto his cock almost brought him over the edge. 

“I want to make good on my promise, Dalia. It’s what Mr. Cal-Tech would’ve wanted,” he joked, pulling her up to him to kiss her again. His hand found her core and he ran his finger between her folds, teasing her. She huffed against him and grabbed his wrist to plunge his digits into her, fucking herself with his hand. She gasped at the feeling and he moaned at the sight of her getting herself off, finding it to be one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. She nuzzled her face into his neck and tried to muffle her sounds, but he grabbed her hair and pulled her back. “I want to see you fall apart on my fingers, baby.”

“Fuck, ETHAN!” she moaned, clenching and spasming around him as she was sent over the edge by the feeling of his thick fingers stretching her and hitting the perfect spot inside her. He watched as her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back, the vision of ecstasy in front of him as she rode out her orgasm. He groaned watching her until he couldn’t take the feeling of not being buried in her anymore. Grabbing her thighs, he lifted her off him and helped her to the floor before pulling her over to the window overlooking the city. Before she had time to appreciate the view, he bent her slightly and pressed her to the glass, widening her stance with his feet. He teased her slit with his tip but refused to enter her. 

“Beg for me, baby.”

“Oh, Ethan, please give me your cock. I want you to fill me up, please–OOH,” she moaned and screamed when he thrusted into her without warning. They both waited a beat to adjust to the feeling of each other before Dalia spoke: “Fuck me, Ethan.” Without another word, he pulled his dick almost entirely out of her before slamming his back in, prompting her to scream his name in pleasure. He pounded into her and the only sounds that filled the air were the slapping of flesh against flesh and their breathy moans as they both chased their orgasms. Ethan reached his hand around and found her clit easily, rubbing small circles as he continued to thrust into her, bringing her to climax for the second time. At the feeling of her walls clenching around him, he stumbled over the edge after her. 

“Fuck, Dalia,” he moaned, emptying himself into her. They both caught their breath, enjoying the view of the city laid beneath them out the window before he finally pulled out of her and helping her straighten up. He held her in his arms for a few more minutes, breathing in her shampoo and ignoring the sticky sheen of sweat covering them both. He pulled away from her, but kept holding onto her hand as he led her to the shower, ready to begin round 2. Before she got under the hot stream of water with him, she quirked an eyebrow. 

“Happy I went with pink?”

“Very.”

[robinshore]

tierney

“Wouldn’t say no to that if the opportunity presented itself.” @tierney-rose

tell my muse who you ship them with. be as subtle or as obvious as you like!

[veda-bradley]

Tierney

“Tierney is an intelligent as fuck, beautiful woman. She could do a lot better.”  @tierney-rose​

tell my muse who you ship them with.

[bornxtoxdie-blog1]

Allow me to introduce my newest muses! I’ve linked to each muse’s bio, with triggering warnings listed after each link. If you would like to plot with any of these babes, feel free to hit me up!

Aoife Tierney (Brie Larson) [Warnings for death and murder]

Dolly Sutton (Ashley Greene) [Warnings for car accident and death]

Eilis Kavanaugh (Deborah Ann Woll)

Emma Young (Kristen Stewart) [Warnings for car accident and death]

Fabien Geroux (Landon Liboiron) [Warnings for fire and death]

Fawn Stone (Amanda Seyfried)

Hecate Chapel (Madelaine Petsch) [Warnings for death and murder]

Holden Vance (Nathan Parsons) [Warning for death]

Isaac Miller (Ansel Elgort)

Jeremy Kane (Amadeus Serafini)

Keegan Lewis (Colin Woodell) [Warnings for fire and death]

Kenna Ross (Nina Dobrev) [Warnings for bullying and homophobia]

Lennon Rose (KJ Apa)

Meredith Logan (Kiernan Shipka) [Warning for death]

Ophelia Harrison (Naomi Scott) [Warning for homophobia]

Philippa Elliott (Hayley Atwell) [Warnings for death, murder, guns, and kidnapping]

Renata Gotha (Holland Roden) [Warning for prostitution]

Una Mulligan (Carlson Young) [Warning for mention of abortion]

Wren Rosenfeld (Nikki Reed) [Warning for cancer]

Zara Carmichael (Emily Kinney) [Warnings for death and murder]

[littlelipsticklesbian]

I was tagged by @mattisxn

Rules: 20 followers you want to get to know better… @a-beautiful-new-world @im-so-sadness @nouveau-lesbian @kinkycuteandtattooed @lesbians-and-lipstick @lilac-sugarr @lesbian-love-addiction @scaredxofthexdark

Name: Tierney

Star sign: Cancer

Height: 5″4.. maybe.. optimistic...

Sexual orientation: Lesbian

Hogwarts house: Not a massive potter fan but pottermore says hufflepuff aha

Favourite colour: Scarlett Red

Favourite animal: Elephants.

Average hours of sleep: Probably like nine or ten, because I’m such a grumpy bitch if I don’t get lots of sleep

Cat or dog person: This question isn’t fair and I feel personally victimised. 

Favourite fictional characters: Mm probably Bree Van de Kamp

Favourite singer/band: This will take a while.. Panic! at the disco, bastille, the 1975, kasabian, nirvana, ac/dc, queen, royal blood, hudson taylor, arctic monkeys, bon jovi, fall out boy, the killers, two door cinema club, foster the people, hozier, muse, oh wonder, borns, haim, Imagine dragons, alt-j, franz ferdinand, echosmith, guns n roses, bears den, red hot chilli peppers, oasis, U2, David Bowie, cage the elephant and joy division

Dream trip: Thailand :) I’m going to Sri Lanka for 5 weeks in summer though and thats close aha

Dream job: Criminal psychologist, which I’m working towards, would also love to be able to travel

When my blog was made: About a year and a half ago? Maybe? I think?

Follow count: 365.. the other blog has a couple of hundred more though

What made you make a blog: Just find tumblr kind fun to do and a good way to meet people really

      Tierney x

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HOW DOES YOUR MUSE CARRY THEIR EMOTIONS?

repost, do not reblog. bold always applies. italics sometimes applies.

ANGER :    jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow and concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, tighter movements, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts

JOY :     easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing / giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy

SADNESS :     crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, swallowing thickly, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidget with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures other to make themselves feel better

EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME :     blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self-deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate

GUILT :     avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt / conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others

FEAR / ANXIETY :     trembling, crying, sarcasm / sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, impatience, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry / clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyses, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn

sidebar tho the most important answer to all of these is: *makes a playlist*

tagged by: @imaginarybabies​ (thank u i love u take this as me tagging u back if you wanna do another)

tagging:  @caitlinjstasey (este), @holywitchkid (jordan), @suitedee (nancy), @eightysixed​ (tyson), and whomever else wants to!!!

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MEET TIERNEY ROSE

THE ESSENTIALS

a chaos queen. mid twenties, LA native. believes in yoga and crystals and the power of the universe and karma and fate and if it’s meant to be, it’ll be. which is in direct contrast to the rest of her family, really. rarely sleeps between her three jobs (all of which she literally loves) and partying. works in music, as well as lives, breathes, and sleeps music (like....it’s her entire life). she’s a producer first, but she plays multiple instruments as well as sings. and at any given moment, she could literally be doing anything, so it’s completely impossible to keep track of her - state lines unknowingly crossed, parties crashed, occasionally chased by cops. it’s all up for grabs with tierney.

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

seth cohen - rob brooks - peyton sawyer - jason mendoza - gigi from booksmart - begin again (not either of the main charas but the vibes of the movie, u feel?) - ben wyatt - maxine baker

LINKS

pinterest

musings

threads

CONNECTIONS / PLOT IDEAS

sister - laura dreyfuss fc

co-podcast host. should be very into music and also able to tolerate tierney on a frequent basis

FUN FACTS

tierney is a silver lake native

her family lives on silverwood terrace but tierney moved into oasis apartments post college to pretend she isn’t living off of their money

at oasis she shares an apartment dubbed “the playboy suite” with @tysondabs​

she went to usc and majored in music production and currently works as a producer, but hasn’t worked with any big names yet

tierney also has a podcast discussing music with one of her friends, as well as works as a radio DJ for a late night show at fuse records every once in a while

she has a MASSIVE record collection - it’s her pride & joy

tierney lives, breathes, eats & sleeps music - it’s her entire life and she is insanely passionate about it. don’t ask her for her opinion on an artist unless you want an entire verbal essay and possibly a power point

as it is, tierney is a true music junkie, so she doesn’t dislike anything. she can find pros and cons and merits to pretty much any artist and enjoys talking about why they’re popular or they should be, or why they have influence/are good/talented/relevant, whatever the argument for them is

basically if someone asks her about music, be prepared to just have to listen to her rant about it for a million years

she loves jack antonoff and alexandra patsavas, they are two of her musical heroes

she’s kinda a hippie, she’s constantly going to yoga or mediating or trying new herbal concoctions or acupuncture or cupping or buying new crystals or whatever - any ailment she suggests yoga for rather than, like, going to a doctor? like a true blue LA native lol

and tierney is all about trusting in the universe

she’s like…wildly chaotic. she will try anything once (and usually more than that), goes out all the time, has the weirdest sleep schedule (maybe just never sleep in general), and yet somehow is always a ball of energy

overall, tierney is really laidback & chill & loves to vibe & party and gets along with pretty much anyone

the best summary of her: 

STATS

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Tierney Rose

NICKNAME(S): Tier, T

DATE OF BIRTH: February 13th

AGE RANGE: 22-26ish?

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius Sun/Sag Moon/Aquarius Rising HAHAHA

OCCUPATION: music producer/podcaster/occasional radio dj

HOMETOWN: Los Angeles

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Silver Lake (specifically Oasis Apartments)

NATIONALITY: American

LANGUAGE(S): English

GENDER & PRONOUNS: she/her (cisfemale)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian

RELIGION: Jewish 

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: Molly Gordon

HEIGHT: 5′2″

EYE COLOUR: brown

HAIR COLOUR + STYLE: brown w/ bangs, curly/wavy, like this when it’s down, but will wear it up a lot

TATTOO(S): TBD

PIERCING(S): TBD

GLASSES: yes, a la this photo, but doesn’t wear them all the time

CLOTHING STYLE: very stereotypical queer tbh - lots of oversized flannels/hoodies over cuffed jeans, converse, graphic tees, floral prints. wears a baseball caps/wide brim hats a lot. two good outfit examples (with more on her pinterest board) - this and this.

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE:

POSITIVE TRAITS: TBD

NEGATIVE TRAITS: TBD

GOALS/DESIRES: TBD

FEARS: TBD

HOBBIES:  record shopping, crystals, meditating, trying various kinds of yoga classes, tormenting the other residents of oasis apartments, getting high in her vw surf bus (and anywhere else), watching true crime documentaries, breaking & entering in a ~fun~ way

HABITS: TBD

SMOKES? constantly

DRINKS? yes

DRUGS? will try anything once

EDUCATION

COLLEGE EDUCATION: USC

DEGREE(S): Bachelor of Music in Music Production w/ minors in Music Recording & Popular Music

FAMILY

SOCIAL CLASS: Upper Class

FATHER: Isaac Rose (FC: Harrison Ford) - corporate lawyer

MOTHER: Elizabeth Rose (FC: Ellen Pompeo) - entertainment finance manager

SIBLING(S): One older sister, Callan Rose (FC: Laura Dreyfuss) - entertainment lawyer

[rosaliehalerps]

🐼 cameron

Send me a ‘🐼’ and I’ll post my favorite cute image of your muse.

TIERNEY - 

Photo 1 - Tierney took Cameron to a pool nicer than Oasis - the one she frequently broke into even though her parents have one she could access at any time? maybe - and of course had to snap a picture of Cam doin’ her thing while they were lounging.

Photo 2 - Another late night text conversation, both of them stuck at work, Tierney getting this selfie of Cameron to help entertain her until she was done. Later that night, drinks were drank and the selfies that were sent were certainly less PG than this one. Needless to say, Tierney still has a lot of the selfies Cameron has sent her stashed away somewhere. 

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ginasfs (tierney)

GINASFS — have you ever been so in love that it hurt?

“Constantly. Like, every single time I’ve been in love. I love being in love, but it makes you want to scream sometimes, you know? Like you’re going to explode.”

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this ain’t a scene, it’s an arms race (tierney)

THIS AIN’T A SCENE, IT’S AN ARMS RACE — how do you feel about the pop-punk scene?

“God, I fucking love it. Pop-punk is iconic, and the fact that it’s having a major comeback moment right now? I couldn’t be happier.”

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thriller (tierney)

THRILLER — have you ever been in therapy?

“Oh my god, yeah. I mean, in my opinion music is sorta a therapy of it’s own, you know? Every time I’m in the studio and we record something and finally get it right, it’s fucking carthartic. But beyond that, yeah. My parents love therapy, Callan and I were put in therapy as preteens for like, no reason at all. Other than everyone should be in therapy because it’s good for you. And also puberty, I think.” 

[rosaliehalerps]

WHAT DOES LOVE MEAN TO YOU?

something you want to believe in

at some point you experienced something that you thought was love and then it turned out to be an cheap imitation of the affection and sincerity that you wanted and deserved. you believe you fell for the façade, but you didn't, i promise you. you believed in love enough that you believed you could shape insincerity into love if you just tried hard enough. but love - real, genuine love - you have to try, but you don't have to try to make something that isn't love into love. keep believing in love, because the beautiful kind that you try so hard to see in everything, it exists for you. you deserve more and you deserve the love that you want.

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