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「   RP MEME :       CARING FOR SICK MUSES .   」   * change pronouns as needed . [ MY / YOUR ] depends on the receiver .

SENTENCES :

‘ i told you to stay in bed! ’

‘ i’ll make you some soup. ’

‘ shh. ’

‘ try to rest. ’

‘ you’re not going anywhere today. ’

‘ don’t worry, i’ll get it. ’

‘ i’m here. ’

‘ i’m not going into work today. i’m staying home with you. ’

‘ you look miserable. ’

‘ you don’t look as bad as you did yesterday. ’

‘ a spell won’t help at this point. ’

‘ i think your fever’s breaking. ’

‘ just relax. ’

‘ did you sleep at all last night? ’

‘ i know it tastes bad, but it’ll help you. ’

‘ lay back down. ’

‘ don’t try to get up. ’

‘ please try to eat. ’

‘ you’re being dramatic. ’

‘ it’s not as bad as you’re making it. ’

‘ that cough does not sound good. ’

‘ how long has it been hurting? ’

‘ that’s not a good sign. ’

‘ we can’t move in this state. ’

‘ we’ll have to lay low while you heal up. ’

‘ i’m making you some medicine. ’

‘ this won’t feel good, but it’ll help the infection. ’

‘ i have a spell for that. ’

‘ you’ll make it through; you have to. ’

‘ i got us a place to stay for the night. you have to get out of this rain. ’

‘ get closer to the fire. ’

‘ this will help you warm up. ’

‘ come closer to me. ’

‘ what will make you feel better? ’

‘ it’ll take time to get back to normal. ’

‘ i’m here because i care about you. ’

ACTIONS : 

send ‘ BRUSH ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to brush through [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s hair. 

send ‘ SOUP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to feed [ YOUR / MY ] muse soup. 

send ‘ BLANKET ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to share a blanket with [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

send ‘ FEVER ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to press a wet rag to the forehead of [ YOUR / MY ] muse during a high fever. 

send ‘ KISS ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to kiss [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s forehead. 

send ‘ BEDSIDE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to sit at [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s bedside while they rest.

send ‘ STITCH ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to stitch up an injury on [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

send ‘ PROP UP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to prop up [ YOUR / MY ] muse on a set of pillows. 

send ‘ TUCK IN ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to tuck [ YOUR / MY ] muse into bed. 

send ‘ GUIDE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to guide [ YOUR / MY ] muse back to bed.

send ‘ TEMP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to check [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s temperature. 

send ‘ HUM ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to sing/hum a lullaby to [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

send ‘ REMEDY’  for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to make [ YOUR / MY ] muse a healing potion. 

send ‘ BANDAGE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to bandage a wound on [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

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    “Ah, yes, another beautiful piano arrangement by Liszt, written for three hands. Jesus Christ, and what you want me to throw another leg in there as well? Does your madness know no ends?!”

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   “Preferably, when my eyes are closed, it means I’m trying to sleep. But I suppose window locks aren’t fool-proof. And such, proof of a fool. What do you want?”

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Clair De Lune is great, yeah but WHAT ABOUT THE SUITE’S 4TH MOVEMENT, PASSEPIED?!?!?!?!?!? IF THAT IS NOT A BANGER, I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS!!!!

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MONTGOMERY CLIFT as Father Michael in I CONFESS (1953) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

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Montgomery Clift 1950s

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Montgomery Clift as Pvt. Robert E. Lee Prewitt FROM HERE TO ETERNITY (1953), dir. Fred Zinnemann

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Montgomery Clift, c1950s

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Suddenly, Last Summer (1959)

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People Watcher:

Her fingers traced the lid of the cup before taking a sip, instinctively she scoots a little to the side to make room once he sits down. She didn’t like being in others personal space unless she needed to and this was a new person in her life; at least for the moment anyway. Switching legs and crossing the other over each other and chuckles softly at the males comment at the ants. ❝ People, I like to people watch. ❞ Something she used to do with her ex boyfriend when they were out in public, make them all NPCs in their lives and come up with crazy stories and theories on the strangers. Old habits die hard but it made her happy to think back on those times. 

Listening to the male, she looks over at him and his hand. She glances down and extends her hand as well; giving it a gentle shake and a smile on her features. ❝ Rosalie, but most people call me Rose. ❞ She says as she pulls back her hand to her warm cup and takes another sip, it’s still warm thankfully but she’ll have to drink it quickly before it cools down and then is just cold chocolate milk and oddly enough she didn’t like chocolate milk or milk in general; so temperature did made a difference to her. 

❝ So Lucifer, don’t tell me your last name is Morningstar, because that would be interesting. ❞ Rosalie jokes to herself as she’s watching the people walk by, wondering if she come up wit a good story like she used to when she was younger, god it’s been so long and she can’t come up with anything good, perhaps, ❝ hey, what do you think about that couple over there? ❞

   “It’s fun, isn’t it? Interesting to see how people carry themselves when they’re so sure no one’s looking.” Giggling slightly, “But we are.” Nodding as he shook her hand, his bushy brow popped at her name. “My twin’s name is a spin on Rose as well. I take it you’ve got thorns too?” Another pleasant chuckle it was perhaps too musical, notes hit in a sliding succession; trying extremely hard to appear as a human being. 

   Taking a sip the Morningstar comment got him to choke, gagging slightly. “No-” he gagged, a rough cough finally clearing the blockage. “Um, no, that would be a bit too much serendipity, wouldn’t it? It’s just Hughes. Though I will blame all peculiarities on my father, for giving me such a stupid name.” Grinning to himself and shaking his head, the desire to blurt out, ‘Why yes it is Morningstar, especially on OnlyFans! Lucifer St. Morningstar to be specific. People subscribe to see me read the bible in a priest’s habit because we all share the same weird shit,’ continued to grip at him as he took another sip. 

   “That couple, hm?” Early thirties, perhaps nothing more than the common lay-folk. They were in the middle of an intense conversation, only gleaned from reading lips and microexpressions. “I think they’re either in real estate together, which is how they started dating, or they’re a couple on their fifth year together rehashing the same old fight trying to decide if it’s worth staying together,” voice trailing off, he looked up, mouth shifting while trying to think, “annd they have a two year old.” While exhaling, his brow dropped over his eyes, “Not exactly very positive, is it now? My apologies.”

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During a break in filming “A Place in the Sun”, Elizabeth Taylor chats with her costar Montgomery Clift on the Paramount lot in 1950.

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Times Square, around 46th Street, ca. 1954. Movies playing are Knights of the Round Table and Red Garters.

Photo: Dave Gelinas via kodakslides/Instagram

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The Frankfort Index, Kansas, May 30, 1929

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I want you to write your lyrics over my chest,

So that even when the ink goes, my heart will beat the rhythm of your melody.

@dulcuori

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Details: Trompe l'oeil still lifes, William Michael Harnett (American, 1848-1892)

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Peter van Kessel (c. 1635-1668) “Vanitas Still Life” Oil on canvas Located in the Museum Catharijneconvent, Utrecht, Netherlands

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some of my favourite piano pieces + pressed flowers.