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hotel yorba – the white stripes

it might sound silly for me to think childish thoughts like these but i’m so tired of acting tough and i’m gonna do what i please

let’s get married in a big cathedral by a priest cos if i’m the man that you love the most you can say i do at least

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ncuveaus‌:

       HIS  RESCINDED  TOUCH  SPURS  HER  THIGHS  TO  CLAMP  SHUT,  but  her  gaze  remains  curiously  fixed  on  him.  “  who  ?  brook  ?  on  the  contrary,  dom,  i  don’t  mind  the  company  at  all   —–   i  feel  like  i  burn  calories  every  time  i  watch  her  face  fall,  it’s  a  blast.  ”  her  lips  fall  into  a  pout,  though  they  lack  any  ounce  of  sincerity,  “  unless  you  don’t  want  me  to  come.  ”

        “why wouldn’t i want you to come? watching you trade scowls and spars with brooklyn sounds so thrilling,” dom lilts, placid, with an arching brow aimed at her. “if i were wise i’d leave you both behind to tear into each other. two less problems for when i come back.”

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candexcence‌:

           HER SMILES ARE GIVEN AWAY OFTEN AND FREELY, and there was always laughter in her eyes. to be told not to smile was difficult she didn’t know just what she’d been doing with herself the moment prior but she composed herself till the click, a grin breaking out across her face right after. “i can pose for you all day, but i can’t vogue for you. the only thing i’d have any luck modeling are my hands.” 

         her happiness is unrelenting, he stops himself from rolling his eyes. at her sentiment, dom’s head tilts, considering. “i dunno. you’ve got great legs,” he decides, sizing her up. a ghost of a wicked smirk flirts at his lips. “they’d make a fucking brilliant picture, if you could see ‘em. don’t suppose i can get you to lose the jeans?”

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rendezvcus‌:

EDEN NARROWS HER EYES AT HIM. “ I swear to God, I will punch you, Dominic, ” she hisses, not appreciating him bringing up the memory considering she’d been trying (and failing) to get the image out of her mind. “ You’re such an asshole. What the hell happened to your conscience? ”

     “it’s been beat to hell,” he retorts, lips pursing. the pivotal points of dom’s life have been marked by death. childhood, puberty, adulthood. what’s one more dead body? he shrugs, cynical, but relents in his purposeful antagonism. “couldn’t have been that bad, could it? just strangled. no blood.”

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rendezvcus‌:

“ ANYONE THAT CAN KILL ANOTHER human being is a mad bat, ” Ana hums, choosing to ignore what sounded a lot like him referring to himself as one. She scoffs as he continues, though. “ You’d really look at me and think ‘a-ha, she’s the murderer’? No, not me, buddy. ”

        “well, in my experience, it’s the leggy blondes that prove to be the maddest of bats. my ex-wife, for example.” the fact that she married jules in the first place should be proof enough. he tilts his head, considering, but eventually shrugs. “doesn’t hurt to ask, i suppose. did you know the dead ol’ shmuck?”

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ozymvndics‌:

THE  CORNERS  OF  HARRISON’S  MOUTH  TURN  DOWN  SLIGHTLY ,  as  he  feigns  annoyance . “ that  really  hurts  my  feelings , dominic . ”  the  attorney  sighs , as  he  brings  the  glass  to  his  lips  once  again , taking  a  hearty  drink  from  it . “ that’s  a  myth . ”  he  dismisses  it  with  a  hand  gesture . “ should  i  expect  to  have  my  picture  up  in  a  gallery  in  the  upcoming  months ? ”

     ‘feelings’ has dominic laughing, as if an attorney with emotions is a punchline. throat clears comically as his raises himself up from his seat to find the alcohol stash. “nah, i don’t do all that art gallery shit. this is just for my personal archive. --and ‘cause you’re just so handsome,” dom tacks on sarcastically, looking back to make a face at harrison. he sniffs the top of the decanter, the scrunch in his nose deepening. he pours himself a glass anyway. “seemed prudent to snap a shot of everyone who was at the party,” dom murmurs into the drink. “feel like i’m doing something. i dunno.”

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parkerfvk‌:

“ —probably. i’ve been told i’m full of hot air. ” there’s a distant rimshot being played somewhere, and parker’s lips do twitch into some semblance of a smile. “ doing some sleuthing? think you should leave that up to the cops, kiddo. believe it or not, i’ve cultivated a pretty good name for myself. i’m just as dumb as rich as the rest of you. well, maybe not quite as dumb. ”

       “yeah, leaving it up to the cops was plan a. then a second guy with my last name got murdered, so,” dom reflects a dead panned smile of his own, head inclining as he sizes parker up. “nah. not nearly as dumb as you look, anyway.” there’s a pause for his own rimshot before a slightly more genuinely amused smirk appears. gaze lowers, distracted by his photo gallery. still, he makes no effort to hide the investigatory tone of his questions. “so, cilla’s still wasting her time with you? --you left together, right?”

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ncuveaus‌:

   SHE  TAKES  HIS  EVASION  AS  A  CLEAR  ANSWER,  her  touch  pulling  at the  front  of  his  shirt  while  she  stares  down  his  lens.  “  fair  enough,  ”  a  hand  finds  its  way  through  his  hair,   “  let’s  go  away  for  a  few  days.  ”  her  skirt  collects  at  her  thighs,  lace  barely  concealing  her.  “  this  city  is  a  plague.  ”

       at the mention of a vacation, dominic’s hand recoils from skin, busies itself with clinking vaguely at her camera controls. throat clears, head tilts. “already made some plans to leave for a bit. but i... doubt you’d want to tag along,” dom explains, eyes flickering guiltily up to her, “considering who’s going with me.”

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cruel intentions → sentence meme

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vnivdi‌:

she looks smaller in the light of his office, someone more youthful and vulnerable than she’s been before. her hair falls in black waves down her back and her face is devoid of makeup, leaving only the marks of exhaustion in its midst. she doesn’t speak for a moment, remember the sheer anger with which they had kissed is enough of an answer. “have you slept at all?”

       when she doesn’t volley back a snarky retort, dom looks away from her. gaze moves to the window, the inky sky lit up with new york nightlife. “it’s okay,” he assures her, looking back with a pointed smirk. “i’ll sleep when i’m dead.” seems a lot more likely than ever. with that strangely real thought, dom presses his lips together. “you should go.”

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       “i can’t begin to express to you how remarkably unimportant that is to me,” dom replies placidly, focused intently on composing yet another email. eventually the phone is tossed against the table he sits at, wide hands dragging down his face. brook’s presence remains and he becomes suddenly aware of it, uncomfortable. he looks back at her. “--does the term warm body mean anything to you?”

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she’s looking at him he’s a wounded animal, unable to approach for fear of startling him into a frenzy. brooklyn sighs heavily exhaling another puff of smoke. her legs are bare where she leans against the wall, dom’s shirt several sizes too large for her. “aren’t you going to gloat?” she says curious. “you got me into bed again.”

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parkerfvk‌:

“ —i wasn’t planning on smiling in the first place, ” parker deadpans, unblinking as he offers the lens an idle stare. “ taking pictures for the yearbook or something, caldwell? ”

     “many apologies, thought i saw a glimpse of emotion. probably just gas, yeah?” dom’s head tilts, brows quirking in mild amusement. “something like that. getting everybody who was at the masquerade. you’d be surprised how short the guestlist was, it seemed to be a pretty exclusive affair... can’t imagine how you got in.”

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rendezvcus‌:

“ DO WE HAVE TO DO THIS? ” Eden screws up her nose as she looks over at Dom. “ I’m really not in the mood to smile or have my picture taken or anything. Maybe you should hire an actual model. ”

     “yeah, perfect. the scowl’s sexy,” he deadpans, clicking away. “what, coming across a dead body put your stomach out?” camera pulls away from his face, which is doing it’s best to smirk. “or was your lunch off?”

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rendezvcus‌:

ANA RAISES AN EYEBROW. “ That sounds eery as shit, ” she mutters. “ Some blokes get all the luck? Yeah, don’t say that to loud or someone will hear you and get rid of you just for the fun of it and then it won’t be so lucky. ”

      “nyeh, they’d never. obviously whoever’s done it is a mad bat... and they can smell their own, see,” jules nods knowingly, as if he’s making any semblance of sense. “unless... wasn’t you, was it? be honest, i won’t tell.”

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ncuveaus‌:

     “  YOU’RE  A  NIGHTMARE.  ” bella  slumps  against  a  worn  wood,  petulantly  angled  away  from  jules  while  beckoning  for  attention  from  the  same  bartender.  “  can  you  get  me  a  glass  of  rosé  and  a  steady  pair  of  hands  to  set  me  free  ?  ”  noting  her  company,  she  adds,  “  scratch  that,  a  bottle.  ”

      “two bottles,” jules adds, delighted. “of your finest absolut... no! the whipped cream one! let me just finish up dinner first.” with that, he downs the last of his bloody mary before whirling on bella. “you, dear, are free as a bird. this is fucking... nonsense bullshit,” he gestures to her precious paperwork. “get over it.”

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ozymvndics‌:

HARRISON’S  ARM  STOPS  MIDWAY ,  bringing  the  glass  of  wine  to  his  mouth .  he  eyes  dominic  curiously . “ are  you  sure  ?  this  smile  has  sold  some  hard  passes  to  the  juri . ”  he  shrugs  slightly , setting  the  glass  down . “ plus , i’ve  had  teeth  whitening  done ,  so  at  least  let  me  get  my  money’s  worth . ”

       “yeah, ‘cause you look like a shark,” dom muses quietly, a smirk peeking out from behind the viewfinder. the camera lowered, he leans back in the chair opposite harrison. “might want to cut back on the wine in that case. now you really look like a shark.”