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noromances.
leo shakes his head as he runs a finger across his lips to wipe off the excess of alcohol left from another sip. “ analise, my love, haven’t i told you before that the only way for us to feel young now is if we hang out with twenty somethings ? they are so much better than us & don’t even know it yet. ” they will, one day, once they’re closer to being forty than they are of being thirty & signs of a midlife crisis begin. N O T that leo, in all of his thirty-six glory, would know anything about that … “ and, either way, i’d rather be puked on by a twenty something than a child. ” was tone of distaste a dead giveaway of how unprepared he was to be a father ? “ but, fine … if you must, we shall live up to the infernal reputation of our thirty something lives & stay home until our bodies decay, not even of old age, but of boredom. ” ever the drama queen, he throws the words into the air as if he’s quoting a great author, standing up & fighting for all the unfairness in the world. he then shrugs and adjusts his seat on the couch, prepared to continue drinking. “ so, go on then, grab your bottle of wine and tell me all your sorrows. i got my bottle of vodka and as long as i drink it, i’m a certified psychologist. ”
she’s in no place to judge , nor does she feel the NEED to ; she had been in similar place not long ago . and though there are times ( hasty blurbs ) where she misses that life , that brief period of time where she was doing exactly what leo suggested their night consist of , it’s never long lasting . ❛ in what god forsaken world are twenty somethings better than us ? we’ve got years of wisdom and experience on them that they simply cannot match with their higher tolerance for alcohol and seemingly better metabolism . ❜ she’s shaking her head , distasteful scoff pulled from roseate brims . ❛ are you absolutely mad ? a child’s throw up is way better , well --- a baby’s anyway . it’s just a small little up chuck . with those drunken girls god knows they’re hurling up all their guts . you’ve really got a warped perception of babies leo . ❜ analise laughs , only because she knows from EXPERIENCE than a baby’s mess does not come anywhere near that of a grown adult’s . she rolls her eyes at his dramatics , already moving swiftly into kitchen to retrieve her own bottle before returning to his company and plopping herself down next to his frame . ❛ my sorrows ? why leo , my darling , don’t you know life is so wonderful , hilariously , punch you in the face perfect ? ❜ the smile on her face and her tone is thick with sarcasm .
#noromances#( * 04 . ANALISE TOWNSEND : pearls and whispers / thread . )#what a fucking duo. KSJDFKDSJ
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noromances.
she doesn’t know why it shocks her that lana pulls away. it’s like a SLAP to the face & one that minnie soon realizes she had coming, but it’s perhaps the first time in years that she’s forced to face her selfishness & it’s suffocating. vanessa was hardly ever selfish — but minnie ? it was the O N L Y way to survive the life she had been living for the past six years. a life that wasn’t really a life of her own, but a made up identity instead. & still, it was better than what she’d had to endure for most of her life in new york. of course lana had been good. she’d been one of the best things that happened to her. but how could minnie ever tell her that she wasn’t ENOUGH to stop all the shit that ultimately led her to leave ? no one was, not even her last girlfriend, even though she’d been the only person outside of her household to know what went on inside. minnie takes a step back, contemplating for a brief moment if she should just walk away from confrontation, as she looks around to make sure that no one was paying too much attention to the strange interaction between these two women. this was the life she led now; a life of paranoia. “ can you please calm down ? ” she begs in a murmur, refusing to return lana’s gaze as her eyes begin to water. “ i can explain everything, but … i just … we should go somewhere to talk. this isn’t the best place … ”
this must be a CRUEL nightmare ; she must be imagining this up in clouded mind . what plausible explanation was there for her dead ex to be showing up on the street like this ? the phrase alone echoing in her thoughts was one she couldn’t swallow , the absurdity of it all has her reeling back in hopes of waking up in a COLD SWEAT . but as seconds pass and lolana grounds herself , she’s beginning to come to terms that this is reality , a bitter reality coming back to toss her off her equilibrium . she’s blinking hard , an attempt to rid of lingering tears shrouding dark gaze . she’s rid herself of emotions long ago but with vanessa’s reappearance , her tough exterior seems to be ripping at the seams which earns a grimace of disapproval from the femme . she had refused to ever come across as W E A K and so she crosses arms over chest , brows furrowed and expression attempting to come across as more angry than upset . ❛ why the hell should i go anywhere with you ?! ❜ teeth grind with displeasure . she wants answers , that much is clear . but she doesn’t know if she can handle them --- maybe deep down , she didn’t want to know . ❛ i have no reason to TRUST you . ❜
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imbriums.
it’s the most peculiar feeling , tiptoeing around the boundaries set by a crumbling marriage . there’s a pang of realization and mild horror deep in the depths of olympia’s chest when it occurs to her that her husband is so out of place in what was once their shared home that she has to extend an invitation for him to enter . regardless , she returns his apprehensive grin , offering a firm nod to communicate that he should follow as she bustles down the hallway to retrieve some plates . “ luckily for you , i’m starved . i’ve had the longest day . you can , uh , stay for a bit if you want . ” the words have left her lips before she even allows herself to mull it over , and she’s left rosy-cheeked when she recalls that she’s the one who asked for some space . “ only because , you know , ‘rora’s gonna cry when you leave and i’d like to put that off for as long as possible . ” it’s a fib , sure , and it burns leaving her tongue – for a moment , she wishes so desperately that she could divulge in how HARD it is living without him , that the bed is cold and she hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep in months , but the temptation passes as soon as it’s arrived . instead , she clears her throat , avoiding his gaze so as he can’t spot the unforeseen emotion brimming in her eyes . “ so , what did you guys do today ? ”
IRRESOLUTE , stuck between obeying wife’s wishes and giving her the space she so wholly requested and compulsion to find every excuse to be around . a man of solitude , now at the mercy of the one woman spurring an urgency for company . m i s t r u s t f u l of even himself , he finds himself straying along the boundaries she’s set in an attempt to push them as far as they go . there’s a sense of utter DESPERATION in his actions that he’s sure even she sees . there’s a breath of relief released from roseates ( a breath held in he hadn’t known was enclosed in lungs ) and he falls into familiar step following her into their home . he offers up a tight lipped smile that reads something purely divergent of what a smile normally emotes , that being happiness . it’s a varied concoction of melancholy and remorse , a sad undertone that he quickly erases . he’s placing bag of takeout onto kitchen counter , hands finding their way into pocket of worn down jeans . ❛ we stayed at the hotel for a bit because ella enchanted was playing and she just would not be budged . then we went to the park and i took her to her favourite ice cream shop down the street , but don’t worry i only let her get the kid’s scoop size so she wouldn’t be full for dinner . how was your day ? ❜ there are blissful moments like these found in amiable exchanges where it almost feels domestic again but he’s aways soon reminded of the haunting DISTANCE .
#imbriums#( * 06 . RAFAEL VALDIVIA : dirt and gun powder / thread . )#i know how to feel about it. sad. KSDJFSDKJF
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anybody with eyes of their own could catch the flagrant gaping he seems to perform every time she’s near . the dopey grin plastered across his roseates is one that would make even cupid cringe , but he can hardly mind when she’s just so within reach and she smells delectable . “ uh , y-yeah , it’s safe to say my day just got a lot better . ” timid fingertips comb through dark locks haphazardly as he speaks , as if spruce hair would detract from his crimson cheeks . did she purposely set her hand there , just a pinkie’s length away from his ? “ oh , i always am here for the coffee . they just don’t make it like this anywhere else ! what have you been up to ? working ? ”
she knows ( god , she KNOWS ! ) that her delirious intrigue in dexter was not safe . he was playing with fire without even knowing it . circumstances of her life declared relationships of any sort as off limits , taped over with a burning red CAUTION . but he’s so cute and something about his deamanor , opposing hers in every way possible , that was so endearing . genuinity to who he seemed to be was refreshing to the woman built from lies . she’s smiling , roseates never resting around him . ❛ work , work , work . you know how it is . ❜ though her day job at the law firm doesn’t consist of much , her other job was rather draining to say the least . ❛ is it that good ? first time being here actually . even though the office is about a block from here --- do you mind if i try some ? ❜ bat of lashes , her hand b r u s h e s against his as she reaches for his cup , hand stagnant until he approves of course .
#imbriums#( * 08 . BEATRISA SCHULTE : precision and fear / thread . )#hes so fucking adorable i QUIT.
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blazeburned.
→ closed starter . / velveteds .
HER FEET HURT . it’s not new — the ache that lingers as she trudges the last few paces towards their apartment is commonplace by now , as is the ENERVATED grimace that lingers upon plush countenance ; mindless material MOTIVATION is the only thing that has the petite femme pushing forth , entire body slamming unceremoniously into a door that she ( SUBCONSCIOUSLY ) knows will be open ! satchel hits the floor the moment that heavy wood swings closed behind a delicate frame , and the histrionic sigh that dares to part jaded roseates is almost TOO MUCH .
❛ NIX , I’M HOME — ❜ ( cue the beginning of the SAME monologue she presents every day ; act one , a dramaturgical retelling of the insolence of customers . act two , where widened doe eyes solicit sympathy as she complains about the knots in her back — an interlude comprised of flopping down onto the couch with another GARGANTUAN sigh ! ) ❛ honestly , you wouldn’t BELIEVE how rude some customers are . two minutes late with their lactose - free soy latte , and they think you’re the devil incarnate . i hope you’ve got some coffee on — i’m E X H A U S T E D . ❜
days are often left vacant unless he felt like making an appearance at the body shop to get a few hours in , which he often did . idle hands and unoccupied mind more often than not a noxious duo phoenix wholly avoided . today was no exception to that , exhaustion peddled frame appearing out of the shadows like a magic trick whipped up by houdini himself but for a mere few hours . he had a race tonight , jax was adamant on him reserving energy for it ; lack of self-doubt littered cluster of thoughts however . he was SKILLED , he knew as much . so now , like a god forsaken routine , frame is spread on lounging couch . finger idly thumbs through twitter feed , low remnants of cooking show heard in background .
and on cue , the deliriously noisy entrance of darling sister . she could make a stampede of wild-eyed fans sound quiet . head lifts in tune to the elongated sigh pulled from her lips and he knows it’s been a LONG day for the girl . ❛ not like i didn’t hear you from the fuckin’ elevator , bloody ‘ell dana . ❜ coupled with a chuckle , lanky limbs slip from kicked up position . he rises to accompany her in the kitchen where he does indeed have coffee on . ❛ same thing every day , innit ? last time i came to pick up coffee while you were working , that old bat did ‘er fuckin’ nut over a decaf coffee . ❜
#an absolutely ICONIC sibling duo.#blazeburned#( * 10 . PHOENIX BRADDOCK : charm and doubt / thread . )#me playing phoenix: ok what british slang do i know.
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˓ TEXT: ROSALIA [ 9:07 AM ]
YUUKI: yes
YUUKI: breakfast is loving girls time
ROSALIA: this is so soft
ROSALIA: we love girls we stan girls
ROSALIA: we should just kiss
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˓ TEXT: AJAX [ 02:27 AM ]
JOEY: yeah i just don't have a place to sleep tonight
JOEY: i got kicked out of where i was staying
AJAX: what the fuck happened ??
AJAX: do you need me to come get you as well or
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˓ TEXT: PHOENIX [ 12:36 PM ]
PAZ: yes pleaaaaase
PHOENIX: i am far too nice for my own good! really! i am
PHOENIX: you owe me for this though
PHOENIX: because i am in the middle of a pretty hot date with my box of pizza so you're tearing me away from it
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Headcanon meme~
Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon. Yes. Do it.
☾ - sleep headcanon
★ - sad headcanon
☆ - happy headcanon
☠ - angry/violent headcanon
✿ - Sex headcanon
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
♡ - romantic headcanon
♥ - family headcanon
☮ - friendship headcanon
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon
▼ - childhood headcanon
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon
♒ - cooking/food headcanon
☼ - appearance headcanon
ൠ - random headcanon
◉ - Any other question of your choosing
#beautiful x2.#( * 00 . SAM THE DUMBASS : pretty words / memes . )#im gna send out some tomorrow i think. but until then come to me my cow children!
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SEND ME A ✱ WITH THE NAME OF ONE OF YOUR MUSES + ONE OF MINE AND I WILL CREATE A CONNECTION FOR THEM
add ♡ for a romantic plot
add ☆ for a platonic plot
add ✕ for a negative plot
add ☽ for an angsty plot
add ☼ for a fluffy plot
add ✧ for a dark plot
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Halston Sage in People You May Know (2017)
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━━ &. @imbriums / serafina , for keegan .
adorned in red , BURNING RED , blood and sin ; dare you come near ? frame dons velvet like dress , the material hugs curved build . embellished in simple pearl necklace across glimmering clavicle , she almost reeks of an alluring opulence . but that’s surely not the case . albeit a high end class to the femme , she lives off a kindergarten teacher’s assistant salary and what she calls chump change for the few pieces of work she’s been able to sell thus far . she’ll make it on her own someday , an artist’s name in lights is what she envisions . until then , serafina will keep buying luxury items with daddy’s money . seated at the bar , her gaze peruses if not with a simple casualty . it’s when stranger takes a seat next to her , a very HANDSOME one at that , that red stained petals - plush and inviting - pulls into enticing smirk . head cocks to the side , darkened irises peer on at him . ❛ is this the part where you buy the pretty girl a drink ? or would you like to try your luck with a pick up line first ? ❜
#imbriums#( * 11 . SERAFINA ANDELA : elegance and poise / thread . )#Homeboy Is Gonna Like .. Get It#KSDJFKSDJKFDJSKFJ
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━━ &. @imbriums / phoenix , for haven .
half a yawn stifled , disheveled appearance emanated through reflective surface of mirror hanging before him . toothbrush sticks from rosy petals , the innocent noise is all that occupies his fatigued mind for the next minute and a half until the fresh faced phoenix is emerging from bathroom into bedroom and out that door . he’s crossing the threshold into open living area towards kitchen of fairly average apartment though hooded lids cloud line of vision . it’s AFTER he’s started brewing his coffee , milk carton in hand , that he’s turning on his heel in line with island amidst slightly cluttered area . then he catches a glimpse of her in his living room , gaze snapping towards the familiar girl . ❛ christ , you scared me . ❜ throaty chuckle , low rasp of morning voice . ❛ spend the night over with dana did you ? yet you couldn’t stop by my room to say goodnight ? bit rude , don’t you think love ? ❜ there’s that grin of his .
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˓ TEXT: OPEN [ 9:07 AM ]
YUUKI: no offense
YUUKI: i wanna kiss a girl so bad right now
YUUKI: 😔✊🏻
ROSALIA: noah fence
ROSALIA: big fucking mood !
ROSALIA: is this what you were thinking about over breakfast
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˓ TEXT: OPEN [ 12:36 PM ]
PAZ: i'm at brunch with my parents
PAZ: they're arguing and i would, personally, like not to witness it
PAZ: come save me?
PHOENIX: sounds like a hoot and a half paz
PHOENIX: shall i sweep in like your knight in shining armour?
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˓ TEXT: OPEN [ 02:27 AM ]
JOEY: ik its late but can i sleep at ur place?
AJAX: yeah sure i can make up the couch for you
AJAX: is everything alright though ?
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* / MINNIE .
TOO MANY thoughts run through minnie’s mind. in lolana’s head, the girl standing in front of her was vanessa heaton, her ex-girlfriend whose funeral she probably attended. but how could she possibly understand that she’s no longer that person and, at the same time, she is still the same but so much more. a different name, for starters. “ i know — i … i know, alright ? ” she tries to ease the situation, though by the still panicked expression she’s offering, her words are probably FAR from assuring. “ i’m supposed to be dead, i know — but … ” minnie shakes her head in disbelief, almost finding herself smiling at the sudden realization that lana is here. here, in london, in front of her. the girl she once loved & left behind twice, alongside everyone else that ever cared for her. for a moment, it doesn’t matter that no one is supposed to know she’s still alive. “ god, i can’t believe how good it actually is to see you ! ” she exclaims, suddenly throwing away all worries and wrapping her arms around the girl’s body for a tight hug ; more of a confirmation that this was really happening.
what is it that pulses through her veins right now ? that burning , that aching ; suddenly , she wants to be NUMB from it all . maybe she is , she’s become accustomed to a colder way of living and she likes excuses . excuses to be named for her faults , for her inability to love and be loved . and one of her excuses , a perfected one that runs bitter on her tongue , is vanessa . the one person she’s ever loved , ripped away from her hands in an unforgiving manner . the physical feeling of a heart being ripped from the cavity of her chest , surgical almost . with such clean cut precision , she could barely process what was happening until she was standing in that open field littered with tombstones of the departed . and months after that , it was breakdown after breakdown until she refused to let herself go on like this . it’s a flashback of such horrid memories , she feels sick to her stomach and all the girl can do is talk about how good it is to see her ? to hug her as if nothing had happened , like they were old friends . she pushes her off , brows furrowed and lip curled with anger . eyes brim with tears , she’s fighting with all her might to hold it together . ❛ do NOT touch me . what the fuck is wrong with you ? how the fuck could you just --- ❜ she holds up a hand between them , lengthening the distance . ❛ don’t . ❜
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