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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ neels , with ophelia song .
𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 hesitant to say that anything has changed since her breakup with neels . a night that pushed ophelia off her pedestal and let her fall into darkness that welcomed her home with open arms . she has been spiraling , floating downwards like every cruel beast and deity struck down by someone who condemned them and called it justice . on some level , some flicker of candlelight within the blackened , cracked shell of a broken girl , the hint of goodness inside her urges her to feel different . to look out at a throne room filled with the people she once called adoring subjects and stop ignoring the hatred and fear burning in their eyes . gods lead lonely lives , they sit upon thrones at the top of a mountain and hide away from the prying eyes of mortals ––– ophelia wishes she could say she feels worthy of the throne she once occupied , but when she stumbles and hears neels’s voice cutting sharply through the silence , there is no reformed saint replacing the monster . not yet , not when she still finds comfort in the routine of cruelty that she settled into . not when the darkness still feels like home . maybe she truly was doomed from the start , maybe there will never be redemption for someone who can’t see her own mistakes or how they only drag her further down , further away from those who once cared . ophelia turns to face neels and tries to hide away any shred of vulnerability at a sight that still makes her ache ––– she didn’t love him , she claimed she never loved him , a single look from him is still enough to make her chest tighten . ’ how kind of you to point that out . i don’t think i could have noticed by myself , ’ ophelia snaps in return , bending down to start putting books into a haphazard pile , tucking her phone into her purse ––– quickly . this is uncomfortable enough , and the silence feels heavy around them . ophelia already wants to make an escape ––– she never escapes , hardly ever backs down from conflict . this is different . ’ careful with your rings before you drop something too , ’ she adds , without sparing neels another look as strands of blonde hair fall in front of her face while she gathers her things .
he’s entirely out of his element , but the frustration and aggravation that swirl around each other in the base of his gut keep him close company , locked in an elaborate routine that flip flopped between a waltz and a fight —- making a place he’d spent merely a handful of moments in since the start of his educational career feel more like home than the opulent stone mansion in new york that carried his family name and all the memories of his childhood . he has no reason to fear ophelia song , and as a result —- her snippiness falls upon deaf ears . neels rockefeller came from a lineage whose timeline was a strand of pure gold —- his family were the old gods , nameless deities too rooted in the world itself to be ousted by those who were ephemeral in their power . his status protected him like armour fabricated in haephestus’s forge , and though he won’t ever know for certain if she opened her heart to him as he did for her , even for a second’s duration —- he has seen ophelia in her own tenderness . she had nothing to hold over him , and that was his freedom . “ when my shit touches the ground i just buy new ones . ” only true of some things —- he’s had the same new york knicks hat since he was eight years old . he’s only expelling hot air , rapping sharp knuckles against the table’s surface and staring her down with a confidence that takes even him by surprise . it seems to ebb and flow , the way he feels for her . one moment he’s wistful , tears pricking at the backs of his eyes . the next , he hates her . he wants her gone . he wants her worse than gone —- still there , but irrelevant , dirt poor , and ugly . presently , she is the bane of his charmed existence —- snarky quips flowing like water from a thawed spring . “ are we gonna have to decide who gets the library in the divorce , or am i gonna have to watch you do a theatrical tumble for my attention every week or so ? ”
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he gift-wraps self-sacrifice and calls it love; he has never known how to love any other way. he has never given his heart in scraps - it has always been laid bare, whole and beating, on the altar.
and how does one love without an altar? how does one love without bleeding?
call him a martyr or call him a hero, but this kind of love always ends the same. he plants a kiss on the cheek of his love, and then plants his blood in the ground at their feet.
— martyr or hero, he has always been a tragedy // p.s.
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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ neels , with lucky suaréz .
𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 - 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 a grown man pining for some conjured distraction as a final resort. though this particular man was cornelius rockefeller & in that regard, he shouldn’t have really expected anything less. drooling & fussing over ophelia seemed to be the embodiment of his personality these days. the same woman who seethed at lucky’s name for rivaling procured intelligence. no private tutors to leech off of or history of properly tucked uniforms to signify the merits of academic values. just pure unadulterated gift. there was simply nothing special about the way she earned her scores when he was around. not even if she threatened to flay & maim until he was nothing but forgotten. a quiet shrug & she’d resort to being one more pesky fly buzzing too loud in his ear. one swat away from becoming another in memoriam. in retrospect, those two were perfect for each other. the door jerks open to reveal the man of the hour, fingers rubbing at dark circled rims in a waking motion, attire built off shredded jeans & a plain black tee, gold chain glittering with rays that cast down on them. nothing too absurd, nothing too extravagant to allure critics. sharp features & scrawls for ink enough to make up for what he lacked in style. but be that as it may, taking backhands from a twink that had crying sessions for lunch & dinner was never an option. ❛ not listenin’ to fashion advice from someone who looks like they sniff glue for fun. ❜ shoving past the brunet with a tall shoulder, he drops down on the couch as if it’s his own, grabbing at the ashtray that sits on the coffee table & moving it about until it’s comfortably placed in his lap. ❛ kinda disappointed. expected to see it bedazzled or some shit. ❜ quick fingers roll up remanents of sativa that lay spread out of the baggie. at the flick of a lighter & soft crackle of ember, the blunt catches. judas in flesh, propped against the backboard with legs bent & knees splayed wide, dragging a slow hit as he tilts his chin to blow thick rings toward the ceiling. in the broad of day, features half - lit from the cherry that glows with a strange red tinge, he’s untouchable.
same recognizes same , and a body that is comfortable in its ability to make a poignant entrance hardly registers when the same feat is being inflicted upon it in turn . neels is absolutely oblivious to the subtly roiling storm that lucky brings with his presence , and it’s his desensitization to all things remotely touched by drama that achieves this result —- courtesy of his own personality . “ everybody in the fashion industry sniffs glue for fun , guy , ” he’s insistent , “ even edna mode is probably on her elmer’s shit . ” his eyes avoid specifics , but are intently trained on the scene as a whole —- lucky in his home , smoking his weed , and all the while tearing him a new metaphorical asshole . it’s all very ironic , and he relishes every second the way he savours anything out of the norm , anything unscripted in the screenplay that is his gothic suburban rich boy life . “ and i can’t think of one single motherfucker that sniffs glue for the aesthetic of it all . you only do an air blast for fun . ” if neels were capable of preemptive action , his movements would reek of calculation . as it is , he is not —- and the way he moves to occupy the vacant space between the other’s knees is as plotted out as the way he reaches for the blunt , curling his fingers towards himself in beckoning . meaning , not at all . “ the bedazzled rolling tray is for valued guests . ” there’s a glint that flashes past hazel irises , and it pays its rent to neels’s predilection for the back and forth of banter . it’s a second test , a cast out into unfamiliar waters —- the first being his bid for the joint . in both instances , he wants something back from him . people in distressed denim didn’t exist in neels’s world . his vivarium was small , limited to those in immaculately pressed fine linens and embroidered jackets priced as if they were made of solid gold . lucky is as alien to neels in his appearance as he is familiar in his mannerisms —- and the contrast he carries calls to neels like a far away siren’s song . not quite loud enough to be heard , but just beyond the horizon —- waiting to be .
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‘ 𝙞’𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 . ’ xoxo , @ostcntatious .
it’s not an apology . the realization comes to him at a snail’s pace , dawning like the sun over the horizon to break up the darkness . but it’s so close to one —- so horribly , painfully close that neels is stunned into silence . he’s grateful for the respite that staring at his feet brings , lips pressed together in a tight line . as long as he doesn’t have to look at her , run his eyes up the soft line of her nose , follow the arch of her brow —- he won’t be transported back to a time when he loved her with a fierceness that only neels rockefeller could muster . it hurts to go back , just as it hurt him to think of anything that he’d lost involuntarily . his tamagotchi in fourth grade , his limited edition katy perry california gurls bic lighter in tenth , berlin salehi in eleventh —- and then her . he’d said it over and over . he’d never stopped telling her that he loved her , even near the end . and though his parents had desecrated the sanctity of marriage and love —- he , like a young girl scribbling her crush’s name down in her diary , still wanted to believe in it . ophelia had never once returned the favour , but the hopeless romantic in neels could see how she felt about him without the three words rolling off of her tongue in reciprocity . whether or not what he saw was really there or just another fabrication of his dramatics was something he’d been forced to question .
he doesn’t know what to do —- how to proceed , when every run - in with her since she’d dumped him had drained him completely of snarky responses and quick one - liners . neels had burned through every ounce of theatrics he had to his name , and the fumes that remained were his real feelings . he had no choice but to acknowledge them , though they hulked over him like behemoths . he’d always felt his feelings deeply —- whether they were positive or negative . the realization that ophelia’s tried and true strategy of avoiding her own only served to exacerbate them had come out much too late . the sigh that leaks through his lips is thin , and he opens his mouth preemptively —- it hangs open slightly as he looks for the right words . “ even now , you can’t say sorry . even when you say you know you’re the problem . ” it’s baffling , it’d make him angry if only he had it in him to be . he’s never loved her less , even in her moment of weakness . for a split second , he’s free —- every weight she’s ever unintentionally put on his shoulders lifted . he’s emboldened , lifting his eyes from his st. laurent boots to meet hers —- and ophelia song comes crashing back in on him again , unavoidable , unforgettable .
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‘ 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙙 . ’ xoxo , @ostcntatious .
she’s stuck in a moment of indecision , swaying back and forth like a soul in limbo . does she feel bad ? the answer is almost definitely no . the coin suddenly flips in her mind , and maren’s left wondering if she should feel bad that she doesn’t care . ophelia song is a benchmark of cape coral society , an elite , academic and social royalty . not caring made maren irrelevant . it made her odd . it made her all the things that people in teen coming of age films tried so desperately to leave behind in favour of the exact opposite . a sigh leaks through parted lips , thin fingers tipped in chipped orange nailpolish raking through semi - unkempt curls . maren would never be awarded any sort of statuette cast in gold from any sort of academy , let alone the relevant one . pretending wouldn’t do her justice in even the most minimal way . “ i don’t think you could make me feel bad . ” she offers , brow furrowed deeply . “ i wish i gave a —- hoot . ”
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* 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
* all starters / lyrics taken from the harry styles album fine line .
GOLDEN .
‘ i know you were way too bright for me . ’
‘ i’m hopeless , broken . ’
‘ you’re so golden . ’
‘ i’m out of my head . ’
‘ i know that you’re scared . ’
‘ i know that you’re scared because hearts get broken . ’
‘ i don’t want to be alone . ’
‘ i can feel you take control of who i am . ’
‘ loving you is the antidote . ’
WATERMELON SUGAR .
‘ tastes like strawberries . ’
‘ it’s so wonderful and warm . ’
‘ i don’t know if i could ever go without . ’
‘ baby , you’re the end of june . ’
‘ i want your belly and that summer feeling . ’
‘ breathe me in , breathe me out . ’
‘ i just wanna taste it . ’
ADORE YOU .
‘ i get so lost inside your eyes . ’
‘ you don’t have to say you love me . ’
‘ you don’t have to say nothing . ’
‘ you don’t have to say you’re mine . ’
‘ i’d walk through fire for you . ’
‘ just let me adore you . ’
‘ lately you’ve been on my mind . ’
‘ just let me adore you like it’s the only thing i’ll ever do . ’
LIGHTS UP .
‘ what do you mean ? ’
‘ i’m sorry , by the way . ’
‘ can’t you see ? i could , but wouldn’t stay . ’
‘ it’d be so sweet if things just stayed the same . ’
‘ all the lights couldn’t put out the dark running through my heart . ’
‘ do you know who you are ? ’
‘ i’m not ever going back . ’
CHERRY .
‘ don’t you call him ‘ baby ’ . ’
‘ we’re not talking lately . ’
‘ don’t you call him what you used to call me . ’
‘ i confess i can tell that you are at your best . i’m so selfish for hating it . ’
‘ i’m so selfish for hating it . ’
‘ i noticed that there’s a piece of you in how i dress . ’
‘ take it as a compliment . ’
‘ i just miss your accent and your friends . do you know i still talk to them ? ’
FALLING .
‘ i’m in my bed and you’re not here . ’
‘ there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands . ’
‘ forget what i said . it’s not what i meant and i can’t take it back . ’
‘ i can’t unpack the baggage for you . ’
‘ what am i now ? ’
‘ what if i’m someone i don’t want around ? ’
‘ what if i’m down ? what if i’m out ? ’
‘ what if i’m someone you won’t talk about ? ’
‘ you said you care , and you missed me too . ’
‘ it kills me because i know we’ve run out of things we can say . ’
‘ i get the feeling that you’ll never need me again . ’
TO BE SO LONELY .
‘ don’t blame me for falling . ’
‘ i was just a little boy . ’
‘ don’t blame the drunk caller . ’
‘ you can’t blame me , darling . not even a little bit . ’
‘ i’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry . ’
‘ don’t call me ‘ baby ’ again . ’
‘ you got your reasons . ’
‘ i know that you’re trying to be friends , i know you mean it . ’
‘ it’s hard for me to go home . ’
‘ i just hope you see me in a little better light . ’
‘ do you think it’s easy being the jealous kind ? ’
‘ i miss the shape of your lips . ’
‘ you’ll win . it’s just a trick . ’
‘ this is it , so i’m sorry . ’
SHE .
‘ he’s thinking of you , like all of us do . ’
‘ you live in daydreams with me . ’
‘ you’re the first one that i see and i don’t know why . ’
‘ i don’t know who she is . ’
‘ i don’t know where she is . ’
SUNFLOWER , VOL. 6 .
‘ my eyes want you more than a melody . ’
‘ let me inside . ’
‘ wish i could get to know you . ’
‘ i was just tongue - tied . ’
‘ i don’t wanna make you feel bad . ’
‘ i’ve been trying hard not to talk to you . ’
‘ i don’t wanna make you feel bad , but i’ve been trying hard not to talk to you . ’
‘ i couldn’t want you any more . ’
‘ tired eyes are the death of me . ’
CANYON MOON .
‘ so hard to leave it , that’s what i always do . ’
‘ i’ll be gone too long from you . ’
‘ two weeks and i’ll be home . ’
‘ i’m going home . ’
TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS .
‘ maybe we can find a place to feel good . ’
‘ we can treat people with kindness . ’
‘ i’ve got a good feeling . ’
‘ if we’re here long enough , they’ll sing a song for us . ’
‘ i don’t need all the answers . ’
‘ if we’re here long enough , we’ll see it’s all for us . ’
‘ it’s just another day . ’
‘ and if our friends all pass away , it’s okay . ’
FINE LINE .
‘ put a price on emotion , i’m looking for something to buy . ’
‘ you’ve got my devotion . ’
‘ man , i can hate you sometimes . ’
‘ you’ve got my devotion , but man , i can hate you sometimes . ’
‘ i don’t want to fight you . ’
‘ i don’t want to sleep in the dirt . ’
‘ we’ll all be a fine line . ’
‘ there are things that we’ll never know . ’
‘ you sunshine , you temptress … ’
‘ i’ll try to shake this soon . ’
‘ spreading you open is the only way of knowing you . ’
‘ we’ll be alright . ’
#specify who they're for or . i'll eat u#⋆* ❪ 🐚 ❫ ⤻ 𝙢. 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧 & memes .#⋆* ❪ ⛓️ ❫ ⤻ 𝙘. 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 & memes .
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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ neels , with lucia reyes .
it’s not uncommon for neels to show up on her doorstep UNANNOUNCED – the only difference from this moment compared to any other time is that neels is knocking. he normally struts into the place like he owns it, makes himself comfortable, so she’s a little caught off guard when she opens the door to find him standing in front of her. “something must be wrong if you’re being POLITE.” is the first thing she tells him, though her theories are proved somewhat correctly when he’s showcasing the stain taking over the fabric of his wound. “what the hell happened and tell me how you managed to survive.” there’s a frown tugging on the corner of her lips, realizing that he wasn't going to allow himself in for a change, wraps her fingers gently around his uninjured arm to tug him inside. “obviously we’re gonna take care of that and you can stay here. you DON’T have a choice either.” she says, pointing a finger at him. “okay, c’mon. i’ve got two bandaid choices for you. it’s the regular ones and disney princesses. take your pick.” lucia drags him into the bathroom, stopping him in front of the sink. “i think your top is as good as gone. i’m sure we can find something here for you to wear, but you should run the BATTLE WOUND under cool water. i read it somewhere it’s better, i swear. do you need help?”
a long sigh exits his lungs , punctuated by a quick cough —- courtesy of the cigarettes he chain smoked in the cape coral parking lot every day after classes . his movements are fluid , languid —- he’s practically waltzing as he makes his way into the house that lucia shares with his twin sister . he graces them with his presence almost daily , the trip from his front door to theirs being a matter of feet —- though his injury and inebriation made it feel like miles on his way over . “ i tripped . ” he admits dumbly , peering through the doorway of each room on his way to the bathroom as if it were the first time he’d ever set foot in her home . he doesn’t provide much resistance to her puppeteering , arms flopping uselessly to his sides when she lets him go . “ i want princesses , but only if you have sleeping beauty . she’s the hottest . ” he peers down at his shirt as she talks , even less useful than he normally is . he just looks at her in response to her question , dumb smile sliding slowly onto his lips —- and it’s likely answer enough .
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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ maren , with lucia reyes .
lucia’s nose wrinkles in even more CONFUSION. “i have fans? why would i have fans.” her mouth falls into an ‘o’ shape when maren mentions herself as a fan, lucia suddenly less confused and a HAPPIER smile growing on her face. “i’m glad the feeling is mutual. i am also a fan of one maren samata.” she nudges the other with her elbow back, a giggle escaping her lips. lucia remembers their first meeting like it was YESTERDAY. she volunteered to show the new student around, found out she really liked her, and wanted to make sure the first weeks she was at cape coral were a breeze. she was happy the two hit it off and became friends. “you can find knitting patterns on that your fans thing? i’m not sure where you would find knitting patterns beside google. have you tried that?” lucia pauses. “also one question: what are you planning on knitting? i’m curious to know now and possibly, see you actually knit.”
maren feels comfortable with lucia , more comfortable than she’d felt since she’d first exited the plane from norway . her shoulders slouch a little , letting out the breath she seems to be constantly holding in , a warm smile pasted on her face in the other girl’s proximity . “ cool . ” she offers simply , the feeling of having a friendship that wasn’t curated by her parents yet another new feeling that cape coral has brought her . “ not on that , but on the app store —- or whatever it’s called . that’s where i’ve been looking , at least . i haven’t googled yet . ” she sighs lightly , sliding dark irises from her phone screen to meet lucia’s . “ anything . i can do pretty much anything . i’ll make you something ! a scarf ? anything . ” it’s silly , but her heart rate picks up at the prospect of doing something nice for a friend .
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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ maren , with aislinn bustamante .
her question throws aislinn for a loop. the other woman’s innocence almost seemed fake at this point. she blinks, struggling to find the words to answer her question, “ hmm, ” she hums, “ the pictures on that platform are different than ones on instagram. ” she begins, moving a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, “ they would probably go against instagram guidelines. actually. ” she smiles, the puzzled look stuck on her own face, “ honestly, let’s not sugar coat it. people post naked pictures of themselves and others pay to look at them. ”
maren’s blink is slow , information processing like it would on a computer 20 years old . “ and they just let anybody download it ? ” there’s incredulity living in the tone of her voice , surprise etched on her features . “ seems a little reckless . kids could download it . ” the furrow of her brow is instantaneous , disbelief only semi - obvious . “ there should be rules or something . ” she’s never known this side of society , growing up in a community as small as it was strict about censorship and rules . since arriving in maine , her cluelessness has become increasingly apparent —- even to her . but she doesn’t let the fear of looking strange stop her from asking questions .
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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ neels , with ophelia song· .
𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @marlbros· !
𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 , a chance to solidify connections of her own making and breathe fresh air . a small getaway , intended to cover for the main event ––– a rare visit to her parents that had ended in disaster . chaos seems to follow her lately , her own ruin catching up to her , and though she hasn’t been back for long , ophelia already longs to distract herself with superficial questions ––– what earrings would go best with her new marc jacobs jacket , how to slip her grades and awards into a conversation about a new york times article with the japanese ambassador to france . instead , the only way to distract herself now is by letting a manicured fingernail trace the spine of countless books on different topics all surrounding economy , as a half present mind picks them out practically at random and holds them to her chest . her thoughts have already drifted far from where they belong by the time that they are snapped even further ––– all it takes is a glance through the gap left behind by one of the books she took for her to spot familiar brown locks and a designer shirt , as ophelia sees neels rockefeller and her eyes immediately widen . ’ fuck . ’ the word escapes her out of instinct , a soft and panic - filled murmur ––– the last time she saw him , ophelia was making a fool of herself in front of his whole family by throwing a tantrum far more characteristic of a three - year - old than an heiress . she attempts to make her escape smoothly ––– and call it tragedy , call it divine justice , call it her being in such a rush that she’s not careful enough , but ophelia’s heel catches on the strap of a bag that was carelessly left against a shelf . the ungraceful stumble ( not quite a fall , thankfully , as she catches herself ) is enough for five books , her phone , and her pride to fall to the floor . loudly . and , god , she doesn’t need this right now ––– not yet another reminder of her many fuck ups . not more hurt . not to feel even smaller and weaker than she already does .
he hasn’t seen her in days , and neels has never wholeheartedly wished for something more than he yearns for the right to say that he hasn’t noticed —- yet he can’t . she’s ghosted through his mind every so often —- in the middle of mundane tasks , when he was in the midst of the limited academics he spent his time on throughout the week , while he was sober as a stone as well as when his brain was drowning in pino grigio . she came without warning , and left as soon as he had the willpower to push her back out of his mind . he spends more time working on assignments rather than doling out daddy’s money for suspiciously high grades , all in hopes of pushing her out for good . surely there couldn’t be room for both ophelia song and the plot of the taming of the shrew to live in the limited real estate his cognizance offered . he spends most minutes inside of his literary prison with his head down , gnawing on his bottom lip and organizing his rings in order of price or by rainbow colours —- whatever he’s in the mood for . his concentration is broken by the sound of a scuffle that cuts through the library’s mandated silence like a hot knife through butter —- and of course it’s her . who else would quite literally stumble into his quiet afternoon like hell on wheels ? who else could he witness in a snafu and bring his egomaniacal self to care ? “ you dropped something . ” he quips , running his still - ringless hand back through dark curls so they’re no longer bouncing in his eyes . it’s a dramatic gesture —- he wants to stare down the barrel of the proverbial gun unobstructed . and that he does , reaching out to spin one of his rings on the surface of the table .
#neels being petty Again?#are we gooped ?#no#⋆* ❪ ⛓️ ❫ ⤻ 𝙘. 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 & dialogue .#neels:ophelia001
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ENDLESS GIFS of jessica davis & justin foley [27/∞]
#empty soulless smile bc i know i'll never even think abt being as gorgeous as her#⋆* ❪ 🐚 ❫ ⤻ 𝙢. 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧 & visage .
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~(^з^)— ⋆ * ☆ wanted connections , for neels rockefeller .
just check under the cut for that good good . you know you want to . you know you do . you also want to like this so i can slide into your dms . just do it ! do it before someone else does ! i wish i wasn’t too lazy to change this lil caption .
* matthew mcconaughey vc * alright alright alright , right off the bat , give me SOMEBODY WHO GENUINELY DISLIKES HIM . you guys must admit that he’s fucking annoying and he has many bad qualities and if there’s no one in this rp that will admit to hating neels rockefeller then ur all liars . a bonus deal that u will receive if u take up this plot is a bunch of iconic angry neels one liners such as “ fuck you ” and “ i'm doing a scene from shakespeare's motherfucking hamlet in the middle of brunch ” bc he automatically hates everyone that doesn’t like him . i would also consider letting them know his secret and somehow using that to make his life a living hell ! buy 1 get 1 free !
this one is non - negotiable so one of you MUST give me SOMEONE WHOSE HEART HE BROKE . just bc he’s emo doesn’t mean he’s still not a piece of shit white boy w money and good hair . it’s his right as a skinny bean pole w good bone structure to hurt someone and u folks will provide it to me . basically in my vision they met somewhere on vacation or they just met at school and he got tired of them very quickly because they weren’t chaotic enough for him to believe they were the kind of whirlwind dramatic romance he’s into . they could’ve been perfectly nice to him and he still would’ve dumped them . we can plot more bc believe me i have so many angsty , rude and inconsiderate things that he could’ve done 2 them . pls be intrigued .
okay but this one is real spicy and bad for the family reputation but gimme SOMEONE WHO HE PAYS TO DO HIS HW n assignments for him . my guy is not an academic but he does have money and that fixes everything in this economy . they can either be doing it just for the cash or they could be doing it for leverage to get somethin from him or the rockefeller fam idk idk we can talk it out it could be really good .
THE ONE PERSON HE PICKS UP THE PHONE FOR . listen , neels rockefeller does not care about anybody’s plans but his own . he doesn’t pick up calls and he doesn’t respond to ur texts unless ur tryna start shit w him . he replies to the one part of the paragraph u sent him that he knows he can pick apart . but this person is the person he’d trust w his life , so he knows if they’re calling him it’s important . usually he’s the one who has to be babysat , but for some reason this person brings out his protective side . what that reason is we can discuss further on . : - ))))
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~(^з^)— ⋆ * ☆ wanted connections , for maren samatar .
just check under the cut for that good good . you know you want to . you know you do . you also want to like this so i can slide into your dms . just do it ! do it before someone else does !
look yol , i don’t wanna be that guy that comes straight out the gate w the give me romantic plots speech , but . . . give me romantic plots for my soft girl . she’s clueless and far too trusting and i Need a GOOD GIRL / BAD BOY thing . or tbh . . . good girl / bad girl maren does not discriminate . like THIS and THIS just give me vibes . fr let her be in love with one of ur muses in the most pure way possible . am i selling it yet ?
please please please give me somebody ( a member of the men’s soccer team or just somebody who’s passionate about them winning lmao ) who doesn’t want her on the team for one reason or another . maybe they think she’s not good enough at the game , maybe they think she’ll distract the other players , maybe they think she’ll ruin their reputation —- but at the end of the day , they’re SOMEONE WHO DOES NOT WANT HER ON THE TEAM . pls we can do an enemies to friends arc or we can just do an enemies to worse enemies arc or a competition thing . . . it’ll be great ! give me my she’s the man moment .
give me a NANCY DREW type who wants to know exactly why maren is so fucking odd . like maren will never make excuses for her eccentricities or even acknowledge them , but that doesn’t mean that nobody’ll ever be curious . obviously she’s keeping the fact that she’s here from her parents so she doesn’t really want her shit aired out in general so this could be good and angsty bc once she finds out they know she’ll probably cry and stop talking to them . please .
a KNITTING GROUP ? like they don’t even have to be friends they’re just a couple people who get together to knit or talk about books ? cape coral’s resident homebodies . pleading emoji come on it’d be so cute . could be up to like four people too so party .
ok hear me out : SOMEONE SHE’S LOWKEY STALKING ON SOCIAL MEDIA . like my gal just figured out what instagram is . she thinks they’re the coolest , best looking person on the planet so checking up on their social media accounts is part of her morning routine . it can be an admiration thing or a crush sort of thing i’m not picky i just thought it’d be absolutely iconic chef’s kiss let’s do it please please please .
my gal needs a ROOMMATE bc her parents sent her over from norway w some cash and she’s a good saver but rent do be expensive up in here . she’s super quiet and you’ll hardly know she’s there so like they could be awkward roomies or they could get close and be like a tiny little family . please give me this i will donate 2 u my heart .
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He (Laurie) is looking at them, but they’re existing naturally and he loves them because of who they are. - Greta Gerwig, dir, Little Women (2019)
#stupid dumbass silly fool of a boy! cretin! dramatic slut!! i love hiM !#⋆* ❪ ⛓️ ❫ ⤻ 𝙘. 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 & visage .#this post is a neels rockefeller appreciation post and thats it
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