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marcusacosta​:

Six months was the length of time he had dated Cecilia. In those six months, several facts became clear: the freckles on her right arm were the direct results of being hated by the sun, while she loved traveling, America was least favorite option, and even though her father was a cook, she hated sourcing through groceries like a child hated vegetables. It was for that reason he could not stop staring at the image of her shopping along, under the bright sun of Costa del Sol, California of all places. He must have spent too long starring at her and shuffling through carrots, as she approached him dressed in a smile, her voice an octave too different and her accent missing entirely. “I’m sorry. You look just like my ex,” he said a moment too soon, realizing his mistake in the same breath. He laughed it off, his head sunk down with a quick shake. “Sorry, that’s a horrible greeting,” he said, turning to face her. “Hi,” he said, extending out his arm. This close, he could count the differences. Her hair was a shade too light and her hands were perfectly spotless. “I’m Marcus. You’re beautiful.” 

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“Oof,” Dilan replied, “That’s something no girl wants to hear.” Still, he recovered nicely, and she was convinced then that he was genuine and not her fast ticket to a Dateline special broadcast. Leaning her weight onto one hip, with the silky material of her long skirt flowing to match the curve of those lines, she held her own hand out to fit into his. His was the sort of grip that indicated privilege, and it reminded her of her own ex, smooth and free of callouses, the type that had never worked a hard day in his life. Perhaps his talents lay elsewhere, but pretty things were often just decoration, as she had found out through her broad sweep through life thus far. The compliment made sun-bronzed features grow rosy with a slight flush, she’d never gracefully accept them. “Actually, I’m Dilan.” Her fingers gave his a squeeze and a laugh fell from her lips, “You’re beautiful, too. In fact, I think the pair of us probably snatch the title for the most stunning in the entire farmer’s market and that’s something that we should definitely use to our advantage.”

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lucafieraru​:

𝐀𝐍  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐘  kept  luca  at  the  clinic  almost  an  hour  past  closing  ,  his  caffeine  high  gone  as  the  clock  ticks  towards  dinner  time  .  he  already  dismissed  the  rest  of  the  staff  ,  opting  to  lock  up  himself  so  that  they  could  all  get  home  at  a  decent  time  .  between  his  bag  ,  a  reusable  coffee  mug  and  a  stack  of  papers  it’s  a  miracle  he  manages  to  get  the  front  door  closed  ,  all  to  see  his  wife  standing  there  having  chosen  to  help  whatsoever  .  luca  shakes  his  head  with  a  laugh  before  shrugging  his  shoulders  .  “  i’ll  have  to  ask  my  wife  first  but  she  is  pretty  open  minded  .  ”  luca  closes  the  distance  between  them  to  press  a  chaste  kiss  against  her  lips  ,  a  coo  offered  towards  charlie  before  he  walks  to  the  last  car  left  in  the  parking  lot  .  “  did  you  finish  early  at  the  store  today  ?  ”

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“Thought we’d catch you as a surprise.” She’d taken an Uber to work, and it had been her plan all along to steal a ride home with Luca. It was the quiet moments that she liked, ones where he hummed idly to the radio, his hand on her thigh, tapping to the beat of the song. When he was closer, she plucked the coffee mug from the top of the pile that he was toting around, “Ask her if she wants in, might be a bit of a wild night.” Humour glinted in her dark eyes, and she followed beside him towards the car. “It’s been slow, and Charlie was getting restless. I think that he might like your company more than mine, but I’m trying not to be too jealous about it.” Dilan tipped back the mug, taking a sip before her nose wrinkled at the taste of coffee grown long cold and bitter. “I might have to just be open four days a week, it feels silly to sit there doing nothing but teach Charlie tricks all day.” Her head tipped, and she laughed, “Wait, hold on. We mastered play dead today.” She put the mug back in his hands, gesturing to the dog to sit, before performing the command. Four white paws flung up in the air and she cooed in delight, passing off a treat that had been tucked away in her pocket. “Maybe we did get a lot done today, after all.”

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danieladeleon​:

starter for: @dilanfieraru​​ location: full moon party

𝐀  𝐕𝐈𝐏  𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀  on  the  beach  is  a  must  ,  daniela  originally  having  anticipated  to  make  better  use  of  it  with  her  date  for  the  evening  but  since  he  made  himself  out  to  be  a  failure  ,  it’s  serving  more  as  a  hideaway  for  friends  .  “  why  i  agreed  to  a  date  in  the  first  place  is  beyond  me  ,  i  think  my  mother’s  pressure  to  be  married  and  with  babies  by  the  time  i’m  thirty  is  finally  starting  to  get  to  me  ,  ”  daniela  says  with  a  soft  sigh  .  

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Dilan grinned, the expression half hidden behind the rim of her glass when she registered Daniela’s words. “As your honorary friend who has been married not only once, but twice,” she enunciated the word, trying to remedy the sloppy way that the syllables ran together and betrayed the fact that she was drinking. “I’d advise you to absolutely not rush it. Find someone you can’t imagine not being married to, the rest falls into place after.” She gestured, “On the other hand, I’m siding with your mother. Your genes are primo, you should be popping at least seven beautiful kids just as a service to the world.” Dilan leaned back on her hands, “Fuck, I’d even babysit.”

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Cagla Demir, 2019

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for: @kitslcane​ location: the grove

Dilan slid into the seat across from Kit, a little later than the time that they had promised to meet, but with apologies hot on her breath as she murmured something about how good the other looked. California sun made those who pranced under it more radiant, Kit Sloane was an angel with inky hair and bone structure like fractured glass, all sharp angles against a full, pouting mouth. “Look at this little guy,” the other woman says, taking the glass case she had been toting around, setting it onto the empty table place beside her. A curious creature peered up at them as she pointed him out to Kit. “Our latest foster, a red eyed crocodile skink. Isn’t he cute? Looks like a dragon.” She reached for the menu, turning it over. “I just picked him up, I hope you don’t mind coffee for three.”

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for: @rccarter​ location: hype house, front lawn

This particular batch of kittens seemed determined to stay wild. They scrabbled at the door when they went in and out, and Dilan, despite her best efforts to keep them inside the house and far from the front entrance, always seemed to come home to five little faces, pushing to get a break at freedom. Today, as the key fit into the lock, she heard the chorus of unhappy mews- broken only as the diamond shaped head of one of the smaller cats edged out from the tiny sliver between the outside and in, breaking free into a run. Dilan swore, dropping her purse and ushering the other animals inside, closing the door to spin on her heel and take chase. Calico and small, her heart stopped as she saw the kitten race across the road. His feet touched safety on the lush green of the neighbour’s lawn and she followed behind, pausing only when she saw the door of a truck open and two large hands swoop down to grab the tiny tyrant. “Thank you,” Dilan breathed, leaning forward slightly to catch her breath. Dark eyes lifted when he got out of the car, and Rowan Carter stretched out, god-like and golden, shirtless under the overalls of his uniform. She swallowed, lust clawing at the back of her throat when she recalled how he’d looked sprawled against the sheets of her bed, how he’d looked at her when he’d pressed her into them in turn. Still, she smoothed her expression over with a smile, holding a hand out for the kitten. “Do you think this counts as a citizen’s arrest?”

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for: @marcusacosta​ location: farmer’s market

He’d been watching her for about fifteen minutes- not something that she’d usually notice, but the gaze was blatant, with confused brows drawn together while he followed her through the market. Still, Dilan went about her tasks, picking up vegetables, a loaf of bread, a few flowers from a raven haired beauty who blushed when their fingers brushed during the exchange. She’d just picked up a cup of orange juice and was sipping it when she wheeled around, realizing he’d gotten much closer. Her own gaze swept appraisingly down his figure, noting high cheekbones and full lips, paired with the snug fit of cotton on a lean torso. A smile drew on her mouth and lashes the colour of an oil spill flicked up as she finally caught his eye. “See something you like?”

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for: @lucafieraru​ location: outside of costa veterinary clinic

She had closed Nomad’s early, shuttering the door and flipping the open sign around in a single, deft motion. Things were slow as tourist season began, the slow trickle of curious visitors into the shop dried up at around three and she’d spent the last half hour of the work day cleaning up before she reached for Charlie’s lead and made the short journey to the veterinary clinic. Luca would be leaving soon, and the little white dog treaded happily beside her, tail whipping against a bare ankle when they both caught sight of him, balancing papers, his coffee cup and other various items while he tried to lock the door. Dilan stood there, unhelpful and grinning, one hand on her hip before Luca finally turned and she canted her head. “You’re cute, can I get your number?”

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——— 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

name: dilan yasemin fieraru (née karaduman)

nicknames: dil, d

age: thirty

gender identity: cis-female.

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual.

birthday: september 5, 1990.

star sign: virgo.

occupation: owner and curator of nomad’s vintage

neighbourhood: port royale

place of birth: sedona, az

height: 5′4

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.

tattoos: a snake high on her thigh, a rose with a stem on her ribs, “the phoenix must burn to emerge” tattooed on her shoulderblade in reference to her favourite book, white oleander by janet finch

spotify most played: ofelia by kiltro

languages spoken: english & turkish, bits and pieces of romanian

style: clean, easy, simple. everything fits well, and is great quality very nordicstylereport 

addictions: smokes the occasional cigarette, will smoke weed if offered, no pressing or notable addictions, but down to try basically anything.

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

she’s the only child to first gen turkish immigrants, raised in sedona, az so she’s used to things being hot 

her parents were very hard workers and they instilled these principles into dilan

went to university of arizona to study marketing, spent all four years, loved it, was a sorority sister, huge good vibes!

met her soon-to-be husband, joel, in second year, they dated for a year and moved in together for their senior year and after graduation they decided to be crazy kids and get married!

big mistake, huge. joel got a job in LA so they moved there, started to do very well for himself but it was once he started to work more and become successful that the cracks started to show and his ~ ugly side jumped out

joel was very, very controlling, and even though dilan never needed anything- he made sure that she didn’t work, didn’t like her leaving the house, having friends, or doing anything without him, even though he was gone for work for long stretches at a time

she was very unhappy! on a fancy lil vacation with joel, she met a very spicy widower at the pool and he said “lemme treat u like a queen” and she said “ok bet”

their affair stretched over the duration of the last legs of her marriage, she wasn’t able to have children they found out (this was quite sad for her) and joel wanted a divorce: the proceedings cut her a very very sexy alimony deal and she was free to live however she wanted!!

her no. 1 rule after joel was that she would never be subject to someone’s whims ever again!! kept seeing luca and even though she had decided she never wanted to get married again, he was quite literally her best friend and when in vegas! they tied the knot, she took his last name and they formed their sexy little arrangement

luca got a job in costa del sol and she was happy to move away from LA and be somewhere beautiful and quiet. they’ve been here for two years and she’s blossomed, made friends, and found a place in the community that she adores. she runs a vintage shop part time and is often seen with a variety of animals that the fieraru’s are fostering at the time.

she’s learning her own voice, speaking up for what she wishes and taking control and charge of her own life. she’s more confident now than she’s ever been, making it known what she wants and chasing after it- but dilan’s true nature is that of someone nurturing and sweet, contrasted only when someone wishes to harm those that she loves.

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How about this: We forget absolution. We forget the gods. We forget that eventually the blood in our veins will harden and that every heartbeat is a countdown to the last. How about this: We kiss our wrists to taste the pulse. We tear at the soft flesh of our throats to find blood. We remind ourselves that this skin is not a prison, that we could never be contained by something so soft, not when divinity burns in our veins, not when we were born from light. How about this: We stop denying our hunger. We call ourselves holy.

Emily Palermo, Suggestions. 

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“Anyway, we’ll know when we’re dead… in 60 years… we’ll know if we were always in love.”

Pierrot Le Fou, 1965

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https://instagram.com/p/BQ_FsTflScZ/

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The Lovers (1958) dir. Louis Malle

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Adélia Prado - Denouement, tr. by Ellen Doré Watson

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