#brokenegoed

[ac1nums-moved]

@brokenegoed, tessa young required a starter from faye chamberlain.

" girl, i can see the storm brewing in your eyes. let's make some lightning together. "

[shadowbrn]

❝ i'm on your side. ❞

@brokenegoed ( allie ) liked this post for a starter.

[lcevblossomedmoved]

@brokenegoed asked: What was I doing in your dreams? // nancy at tyler

"My- my dream?" Tyler stammers out before he feels his cheeks grow hot with a blush. He knew exactly what had happened in his dream. He could picture it now the way she'd been laid out in the bed and the things they had done. Still she makes him nervous and he doesn't want to seem like a weirdo or a creep. Which is silly she was asking after all but he just panics at the last second he just starts speaking. "We went to the beach and had a nice day at the beach. I surfed which was- weird because I don't even know if I've seen a surfboard before. I uh- yeah you were chilling you were suntanning which is cool."

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@brokenegoed sent: 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰?

               ˜”*°• .    Break  everything  inside  this  room .  This  was  all  he  wanted ,  this  was  all  he  needed .  Shout  at  her ,  lash  out  -  her  words  nothing  but  adding  gasoline  to  the  fire .  A  fire  that’d  grown  uncontrollable .  ❝  When  the  hell  did  I  lie  to  you,  Daisy ? ❞  Question  echoed  abrupt ,  hostile .   He’d  done  nothing  to  her  -  he  hadn’t  gone  around  sleeping  with  whoever  looked  in  his  direction ,  he  hadn’t  thrown   a year   relationship  the  moment  someone  smiled  at  him .  And  he  could  have  done  it  -  oh  the  opportunities  here  and  there , endless .  All   these  girls  desperately  seeking  autographs  and  selfies  and  attention .   But  well,  he  guessed  that  some  people  just  couldn’t  show  respect .  How  long  after  they’d  broken  up  had she started sleeping around ?  And  she  didn’t  seem  to  care  at  all .

❝  By  the  way  who  are  you  seeing  now  ?  James  ?  Jack ?  Anyone  new  ?  I  mean  I ‘ve  kind  of  lost  count . ❞   But  oh  he  knew  exactly  what  the  key  name  was ;  Christian .  The  guy  he  could  so  easily  strangle  with  his  bare  hands  -  and  yet,  the  guy  he  could  not  blame  exclusively .  Not  without  blaming  her  first .

[awalkoflife]

@brokenegoed sent: ❛ you were dead. yet, here you are.  ❜ ( betty to james. )

did he deserve it? with absolute certainty. was he prepared for it? hell no. her comment, despite catching him off-guard, is beyond justified. he has no inclination to re-visit the past however, so he attempts to quickly change topics. "i mean, isn't that kind of a good thing?" james shifts his weight awkwardly from his right foot to his left, hoping betty won't notice how uncomfortable he is. "doesn't that symbolise, uh... that i'm like, in my reputation era now or whatever?" bringing up one of her favourite singers was an easy way to distract her, or so he thought. truth was, he simply couldn't face this conversation again. not when he was trying to better himself. selfishly, he's almost hurt that betty took it upon herself to bring it up at all. "i've not actually heard much of tortured poets yet. maybe we could go for a drive and have a listening party? only if you want to?"

[insatiablemuses]

@brokenegoed continued from here

Juliette wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things and it had been obvious as hell lately how Hunter had been. Could she have maybe been more tactical and not brought it up post sex? Sure. But it was getting on her nerves and she couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. He took it as she had expected and she rolls her eyes when he gets up to tug on his boxers.

“Yeah, well… I don’t like having sex with a guy who’s being a little bitch about everything,” she retorts, grabbing for her shirt from the floor. “Look, all I’m saying is this whole “feeling sorry for yourself” thing is getting you nowhere. And you know that… you just don’t want to admit it.”

[faeryworlds]

@brokenegoed | Max & Nancy | Liked for a small starter

Max was going through a lot at the moment and it was like she was pushing her friends away and all she did was listening to music and the same song almost over and over again. The redhead walked out of her house, since her mom isn't there which wasn't even new to begin with. Closing the as she turned around and suddenly saw Nancy standing there.

"What are you doing here?"

[andodge]

@brokenegoed said: “only wear black if you want to look like a waiter.” // heather nill, so sorry dodge sd;flkj

He fixed her with a look, that was just on one side before rolling his eyes, and stated, "I don't have any other colors." That was a resolute lie, but they were all folded and put away for things other than this. "You have any more tips, for your waiter?"

[chaosheavy]

Riley Morgan & Tessa Young (@brokenegoed)

[vuulpecula]

@brokenegoed inquired: the fates already fucked me sideways. // gareth st clair

preacher's daughter ( 2022 ) - ethel cain sentence meme | always accepting !

She was not so much of a lady as to admonish him for such language nor think less of him for it. "I believe there are one or two bishops that may disagree with your use of the fates." Fox smiled, adjusting her gloves. Hoping that he had not been overhead by her rather uninterested chaperone. It was more of a formality, being a currently unwed woman, more than anything. Her hand was currently in negotiation, as it would be. "Come, sit and tell me what has happened that has caused these fates your speak of to," she lowered her voice conspiratorially, "fornicate with you in such an unfortunate manner?"

[pcrfectstorms]

brokenegoed sent: does it feel alright to not know me? // richard at eddie

ttpd lyrics meme / accepting / feat. @brokenegoed

they'd been close once, in boyhood, that felt like a life time ago, eddie was good at running, it was his go too, whenever life threw him a curve ball he couldn't handle, when he was out his depth treading water, he'd run and never look back until it was too late. until what had once been beautiful was nothing but a memory faded to grey, left in the past where it was safer. a hand comes up, runs roughly through his curls he's been growing out, eyes flicker up to barely meet richie's, "it's not --" he sighs, stops himself before any bullshit comes spilling out, no half truths, to excuses, swallowing thick the lump stuck in his throat.

"you want me to be honest? it fuckin' sucks -- i missed you man." a hand presses into the back on his neck firmly, head shaking softly, he knew this wouldn't be easy, running into a ghost from his past, someone who still lived in the margins of his stories, who he still thought about on loney nights in hotels rooms across the country, when he let the what if and maybes sneak in, on those nights when he'd hit the bottom of the bottle a little too hard that let the feelings he usually buried deep come bubbling out, and he'd be damned it he didn't write his best damn music on those kinda of nights. "look i was just in town, maybe this was a fuckin' stupid idea, just didn't feel right to be here and not at least say hi to an old friend --" friend catches in his throat like a thorn, it feels insincere.

[shadowbrn]

❝ can we speak of this another time? i'm busy. ❞

@brokenegoed ( katherine ) liked this post for a starter.

[lcevblossomedmoved]

@brokenegoed asked: Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking // katie and phil lmao

No more drinking after this. That is what Katie thinks the moment she opens her eyes. Her head is throbbing and everything aches she is getting too old for this shit. Still she had gone out for drinks with Phil talking about the past one drink turned to two then three... then the need for advil. She stumbles into the bathroom not bothering to flip on the lights as she fumbles to open the mirror. When it doesn't open after about the third try she flips on the lights only to realize this isn't her mirror or her vanity oh shit.

She looks around until she looks back in the bedroom and Phil is asleep great this is great. They hadn't slept together that was good okay she had just been hungover and slept over, right? She wants to figure out what had happened put the pieces together. "Phil- Phil." She calls out and when he doesn't stir so she walks over hitting his foot that's hanging off the side of the bed. "Phil wake up!"

It isn't until she steps back that she looks at him that she sees the ring on his finger. She moves right up and grabs his hand pulling him a bit as she does. A band on his ring finger that hadn't been there before oh okay that was... she pauses and looks at her own finger. "Fucking- Phil if you don't wake up I'm gonna drag you out of htis bed and make you wish you'd- PHIL!"

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@brokenegoed sent: 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰?

               ˜”*°•.     Lives  that  should’ve  never   tangled - his  father's  world,  a  stark  contrast  to  his  own.  Or  so  he  hoped .  He  was  surrounded  by  speed ,  by  cameras ,  by  fans .  His  father  on  the  other  hand ,   sat  in  an  office  giving  orders ,  mending  and  breaking  connections ,  affairs .  Money  made  in  the  darkness  of  the  underground,  the  mafia  grounds ,  -  yet  money  that’d  earned  him  a  place  in  the  best  schools,  on  the  racing  track ,  on  the  stairs  of  fame.

It  was  mostly in  meetings  and  parties  that  his  presence  played  a  role .  The  company,  the  finance ,  none  but  his  father’s  issue  to  care  for .  Yet ,  where  people  stood ,  Nicholas  Capa  was  to  be  shown  off ,  speak  on  his  behalf ,  be  his  accessory ,  his  puppy  -  as  if  he  didn’t  have  his  own  ordeals  to  face .  He  still  couldn’t  believe  it  that  he’d  agreed  to  do  it  -  that  despite  the  race  party  awaiting  for  him  he’d  finally   fallen  for  his  father’s  invitation  warning .  Always  the  same  story,  the  same  tango ;  you  either  prove  yourself  or  the  convenient  leniency  of  the  racing  council  could  stop  being  so  lenient.  Stop  ignoring  how  rules  got  cheated  -  oh  well ,  so  bold  coming  from  a  man  barely  leaving  his  office  in  years , barely caring for anything but numbers.

And  yet ,  he’d  done  it .  As  much  as  he’d  hated  the  idea,  as  much  as  he  couldn’t  understand  why  it  should  be  him  representing  his  father,  he’d  agreed  to  arrange  the  meeting .  A ten-minute conversation, that  was  all  it’d  been   meant  to  be,  after  all .  A  meeting  with  that  Julian   boy,  a  few  others  as  well .  A  meeting  tensive  perhaps  and  yet -  wasn’t  it  always  this  way  ?  Oh  it  definitely  was .  So ,  when  they  decided  to  take  a  five-minute  break after barely succeeding in not killing each other,  well  he  hadn’t  been  surprised .  What  had  surprised  him  was  the  question  of  the  girl ,  though  -  the  girl  that  hadn’t  decided  to  walk  out  as  well .

❝ You  mean  your brother fighting  like  a preschooler  or  all of us wasting  our  time  in  this  room ? Because I am wondering the same two things too.❞   

[rebelliousfamily]

@brokenegoed continued from here

Max rolled her eyes and looked up towards Callahan. She folded her arms over her chest and shrugged. "I really don't think that you're that great of a cop."

[insatiablemuses]

@brokenegoed asked: "just shut up and hand out candy." // Allie Hayes to Sawyer

Sawyer turned his gaze briefly to Allie, giving her a look. “You’re being real bossy tonight, Hayes.” He was helping out at a kids event, being in charge of one of the trick or treat stops. He was wearing his hockey jersey and a clown nose, not going all out with a costume, but still doing something for the kids. He smiles at some kids when they come up and he gives them each a few pieces of candy. “What are you supposed to be?” He asks Allie, glancing over at her.