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“I am nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too?” 

Independent and Selective Kendall Roy from Succession.

Written by Sandra. Open to all fandoms. 

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“I am nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too?” 

Independent and Selective Kendall Roy from Succession.

Written by Sandra. Open to all fandoms. 

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anya taylor-joy @ golden globes 2023 / via tiffanyandco ig.

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@iworryalotdarling asked :when you’ve reached the top, there’s only one direction you can go. ” penelope

Irulan drank her cocktail and eyed the people around her at this fancy party. When the woman at her table addressed her, she shrugged her shoulders. “And which way are you going?” she asked.  

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@cagedchoices asked: “ whoever you were before doesn’t matter here. ”

Irulan wasn’t somebody who normally went to bars. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the occasional glass of wine or shot of vodka, but she didn’t care for the way that people stared her or tried to give her empty compliments.

She had come to this place because she was too tired from her day at work and she couldn’t be bothered to call a cab.  

As she drank her Scotch, she heard someone speaking to her and turned to him. “That’s the point of a bar, isn’t it?” she asked. “To forget who you are for a couple of hours?”

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WESTWORLD: SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS.

“ i forget you dress like a cowboy, but that’s about the extent of it. ”

“ there’s a path for everyone. your path leads you back to me. ”

“ i know things will work out the way they’re meant to. ”

“ i realized winning doesn’t mean anything unless someone else loses… which means you’re here to be the loser. ”

“ you’re smart enough to guess there’s a bigger picture, but not smart enough to see what it is. ”

“ sometimes i envy your forgetfulness. ”

“ you said someday. not today, or tomorrow, or next week. just someday… ’someday’ sounds a lot like the thing people say when they actually mean ’never.’ ”

“ everyone i cared about is gone… and it hurts… so badly. ”

“ the pain, their loss… it’s all i have left of them. ”

“ sweetheart, if i took that manner of interest in you, you’d have no say in how long we’d need, whatsoever. ”

“ whoever you were before doesn’t matter here. ”

“ there’s no rules or restrictions. you can change the story of your life. you can become someone else. no one will judge you, no one in the real world will even know. the only thing holding you back is yourself. ”

“ i picked you precisely because you will never be a threat to anyone. ”

“ nobody makes me do something i don’t want to, sweetheart. ”

“ i was built to read people just by looking at them, to know what they want before they do. ”

“ you think i’m scared of death ? i’ve done it a million times. i’m fucking great at it. how many times have you died ? because if you don’t help me… i’ll kill you. ”

“ the only people who survive are men of conviction. ”

“ if you go looking for the truth, get the whole thing. it’s like a good fuck  –––  half is worse than none at all. ”

“ when you’ve reached the top, there’s only one direction you can go. ”

“ someone once told me that there’s a path for everyone. and my path leads me back to you.  ”

“ if only i had run away with you when you first asked me to… ”

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// I am stuck with the new editor for drafts and other things, so please accept my apologies for the fugly unedited posts. 

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"I'm very sorry to hear that," Irulan said with a slight smile. "I don't really think that most of the places around here would know how to make a pavlova." There was something about the way that Americans liked their food bland which made Irulan's stomach turn. "In England, the Persian cuisine is a lot better than it is here. Have you ever been?"

"Oooh! That's very very cool." He said with excitement as he gave her two thumbs up. "I am too! But unlike him, I haven't had the chance to taste my delicious pavlova in years." Or more like in centuries. Seven centuries to be exact. "Bought one once from this little store some time ago, and it tasted horrible. It kind of made me sick to my stomach, and then I threw up all over the place. It got messy."

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“Say no more. I’ll be right there.”

Irulan got out of bed, dressed herself in jeans and a t-shirt, and then took the elevator down to the apartment lobby. The doorman gave her a strange look since she didn’t normally leave the house at three o’clock in the morning, but she just shrugged her shoulders. What can you do?

The cab ride through the darkened city was uneventful. Everyone was asleep and those that weren’t were either coming home from work, drunk, or going trying to go to sleep in the middle of the sidewalk.

After a few minutes, the cab stopped at the corner Sophie had mentioned. Irulan opened the passenger’s side door for her. “Get in,” she said.

"Uh, I don't really have an address," she said sheepishly, looking around at the tiny convenience store she found herself at, "I'm somewhere. I mean, I wanna say on 12th and first? My phone died and I'm kind of lost."

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Whenever she walked into a room, Irulan could immediately feel eyes resting on her. She could have worn jeans and a T-shirt and they would stare at her. Sometimes, she heard compliments as well as catcalls or whistles, but she pushed them all away. She couldn’t control other people’s reactions, but she could control her own, so she just smiled, nodded, and acted as if none of it really bothered her.

This black tie event tonight at a nice address in New York was no different than any other. She had been invited because her father’s jewelry was gracing numerous necks and ears tonight including the emerald necklace she wore. It was cold, formal, and stiff. Everyone was sitting at tables and talking about nothing in particular.

So, Irulan went to the bar and walked up to @abusedog. “What are you having?” she asked.

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heroexxs​:

open to: anybody !!

based on:  everyone keeps setting muse a up on blind dates, which doesn’t sit too well with muse b, her long time (secret) girlfriend

made with legacy editor !! reply with whatever you want !!

    “c’mon, you know it’s just one date.” valeria said as she finished up putting her makeup on. even though she had given that excuse before none of the blind dates that her brother or friends had set her up on ever turned into anything. it was more to appease them rather than explain her love life at the moment. “it’ll just be dinner, and then i’ll be right back home to tell you how horrible it was. my brother set this one up so you know it’s bound to be pretty bad.” she said with a small chuckle in hopes to lighten the air a bit. “i’ll be an hour, tops maybe even less than that if this is one of frankie’s bar friends. then we can go do something later if you want.” 

Irulan had heard it all before from Valeria and she couldn’t help, but roll her eyes. “That’s what you said the last two hundred times,” she said quietly almost as if she were talking to herself. She hadn’t meant to be bitter or cruel, but what else could she say when she felt that her roommate was looking for love in all of the wrong places?

“If she turns out to be the bee’s knees, then that will be nice,” she said getting up from the desk where she had been sitting. “However, Valeria, I don’t think that you will find the solution out there no matter how many blind dates you go on.” 

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imaginc​:

open to: m / f / nb. any pre-est connection welcome.

muse: marcus (31-34), retired jazz musician turned music teacher. a chill, go with the flow type of person.

based on:‘ we’re on a nightly walk, you’re showing me the school you went to and where you used to work. we buy a bottle of cheap liquor and sit on the pavement, surrounded by cars and street lights;  we get drunk and philosophize about life.’

in the middle of their walk, marcus stopped for the sake of admiring crude graffiti on the brick wall of an abandoned building. “my uh… first girlfriend actually wrote this- and.. yeah. she was pretty cool,” a nostalgic sigh follows the last syllable of his sentence, yet his expression remains calm and unfazed. then he laughed for a moment, wondering why he even brought it up - but he felt comfortable enough in their presence to be vulnerable with his past and emotions. “and I just loved- I love seeing that when I walk past it on my way home, and it’s always there.”

“That’s one of the wonderful things about art,” Irulan said as she glanced at the wall in the darkness, her cold gloved hands shoved into the pockets of her down jacket. She wasn’t a particular connoisseur of graffiti, but she could tell that the person who had drawn this had some raw talent. “It’s always there for us no matter where we are. Music fades away, visual art is painted over, and movies only last an hour, but the impression they make…” She paused and smiled at him. “That’s what really matters.”

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// Even though Irulan attended very well known university in Los Angeles for her political science degree, she never rushed one of the many sororities there. She simply didn’t see the point in it all. 

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