#juliankayed

[florrentine]

it's the greeting that gets her attention, simple and soft despite the volume of the music thumping along from the other side of the bar -- not a pick up line, not something cliche or cringe inducing that'll encourage her to find an excuse to remove them from the situation ( she's already had to do that a few minute's earlier due to the thick-tongued nonsense of a tech bro who didn't know how to read a room, let alone body language or tone -- the tried and true excuse that she's waiting for her friend arrive and they should keep on moving ).

@juliankayed ; may i get you a drink while you wait?

she doesn't immediately recognize the voice, but she certainly recognizes the smile when he leans into view on her left -- it's the same one she'd noticed accidentally gotten caught looking at once or twice the week before at her exhibit.

"i remember you ... you were at leica last thursday, right?" ( she also recalled there had been a column of a woman on his arm to go along with it that night at the gallery; but this time he's seemingly free enough to rest both of his forearms against the bar top instead of helping himself to the empty seat beside her. ) "i'm not really waiting, you know ... i just didn't want to have to hear that one prattle on about his start-up." hopefully her honesty won't render his offer null-and-void.

"cheers. i wouldn't mind another manhattan .... if you're ordering something for yourself, too, i mean." the combination of a smile and a flick of her chin offer him the seat beside her while fingers twirl the skewered cherry garnish around the thin line of liquid that's left from her first. "i didn't manage to catch you name last week."

[sevenbulletsavior]

@juliankayed sent a text. 📲

[starrstained]

❝ i see people for who they really are. i see you, too. ❞  

𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕. the sentiment is enough to warm her cheeks and weigh her palms with the desire to take his face and squeeze , ❝ that's real sweet. ❞ if anyone were to see the good in others, it would be him . . . maybe to a fault. she offers a soft smile, gently patting his cheek.

not many people look at her, the real person, and like what they see. the thought that he does— that he could— fills her chest with a sticky, honeyed kind of ache. hope ; a dream that maybe he really does. against her better judgment, harlow leans close to murmur , ❝ i'm a lot worse than i look, y'know. for all you know, i could be a murderer. or maybe i just get off on fooling sweethearts like you. ❞

| | | | | @juliankayed > THE BOYS S1 STARTERS .

[facesblind]

×     𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸  𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

what  chess  piece  represents  you?

[  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗮𝗿𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸  𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴.  ]     you  are  the  most  important  piece  on  the  board,  often  called  the  weakest.  but  you  are  not  weak  in  terms  of  tradition  and  status.  the  king  gives  orders  to  others,  ensures  difficult  tasks  are  done,  and  makes  the  hardest  decisions.  yes,  the  king's  movement  is  weak  but  in  every  other  aspect,  they  are  strong  and  important,  for  it  is  them  that  the  game  is  fought  for,  to  begin  with.  you  rule  with  an  iron  fist,  making  the  hard  decisions  that  others  won't,  the  only  one  to  ever  see  the  full  picture.  be  careful,  my  dear  king,  for  there  are  reasons  kings  are  overthrown.     you  know  what  you  do  is  right,  now  you  must  convince  your  entire  kingdom.     stay  aware,  my  king.

tagged  by:  @buriedabove tagging:  @playedbetter (viktor &&. zevran), @vulpesse, @playselect (black rock shooter :3), @furtivitee, @oftoska and @juliankayed &&. whoever  wishes  to  <3

[juliankai]

Country walk … … … #instantphotos #blackandwhite #analogue #instaxwide #photography #believeinfilm #countrywalk #juliankai https://www.instagram.com/p/Bww8GI-H2Uk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cxjr3qmcmq11

[ginolovehouse]

What wonderful news! Our friend and Veksler Records recording artist Guanni Gianni Calo aka touring DJ Julian Kay got his Deep House track "My Sister" on another beatport exclusive compilation album! Thank you Beatport and thank you all for the support of his work!

#VekslerRecords #exclusive #beatport #deephouse #juliankay #compilation #new #techhouse #electronicmusic #ReRelease

https://www.beatport.com/track/my-sister/15476197

[stefanstranger]

@juliankay 👊

👊

— Stefan Stranger (@sstranger) March 12, 2018

from Twitter https://twitter.com/sstranger March 12, 2018 at 01:39PM via IFTTT

[lordblade]

RT @juliankay: The new UWP / Neon APIs will finally let us make #HoloLens apps like this. Only MS apps have this capability today. https://t.co/ALOsW3g9E1

The new UWP / Neon APIs will finally let us make #HoloLens apps like this. Only MS apps have this capability today. http://pic.twitter.com/ALOsW3g9E1

— Julian Kay (@juliankay) January 17, 2017

from Twitter https://twitter.com/LordBlade January 18, 2017 at 09:43PM via IFTTT

[florrentine]

the walk back from the coffee shop to her apartment hadn’t been much more than half a dozen blocks — a distance that a few years ago she wouldn’t have batted an eyelash at while walking in new york city, ( and done it with a pace that was much quicker than the one she’d been using tonight. ) but a fair portion of her reasoning for taking it slowly this time had a lot to do with who she’d been doing the walking with; and julian hadn’t seemed like he was in much of a hurry, so why should she be? the fact she’d slipped her hand into his not long after leaving the cafe certainly seemed to contribute to the pair keeping a slower pace — one she had every intention of maintaining ( along with the little bit of body contact that came along with it ) until they reached her building.

the lobby was deserted despite it being relatively early still, the closest thing they had to company coming in the framed sign blocking the elevator apologizing for it being OUT OF ORDER — a fact that had managed to slip her mind in the last few hours despite having to navigate it for the last few days. she curses quietly under her breath about 'the bloody lift' before pressing an apology about their having to use the stairs instead against his cheek and initiating the familiar pivot to the stairwell.

the amiable warm-and-fuzzy feeling from the drinks she’d had earlier had already been fading bit by bit on the walk over, aided briefly by the coffee she’s forgotten to drink save for a few sips in lieu of ( and much preferring ) carrying on quiet conversations as they walked, but she hasn’t noticed it all that much – especially since julian’s able to produce the same feeling with relative ease. “i was thinking …” she pauses in between floors one and two to tug gently at his shirt collar, the usual delay ( and copious amounts of overthinking ) between what she thinks and what she says apparently as out of order as the elevator that’s put them in the stairwell in the fist place. “maybe i could convince you to stay for a bit longer tonight?“ she leans in and up on tip-toe so she can playfully sneak a small series of kisses that start at the corner of his mouth that will hopefully sweeten the offer, ”or ‘till tomorrow, maybe? if you want to?“ before continuing the climb towards her place on the third floor.

her apartment isn’t too far from the stairs, yet she leans against the white painted door labeled ‘3H’ out of habit before drifting back towards him while attempting to free her purse out from in between the door and her hip. she can feel his finger beginning to trace the curve of her ear when she turns her attention downward ( and regrettably, has to let his hand go for the first time since they’d left the cafe ), gently brushing a few curls that have put themselves in his way before leaning in to distract her nuzzle against her ear with kisses that feel similar to the ones she’d offered up in on the stairs.

“does this mean you’re thinking about it?” she hums quietly while her fingers swirl around the inside of her bag; the dimmed lights of the hallway making touch a better bet than sight in finding them, “staying?” she feels the pad of his thumb gently lift her chin around the same time her fingers brush against her keys, the warmth of his breath on her neck causes hers to hitch, and the slow addition of his mouth feels very much like an answer to her question.

after a few attempts ( and probably a good dash of luck by way of muscle memory ) she manages to get the key in the lock and find the handle ( again, having to rely on touch alone — everything else about her is solely focused on the attention he’s paying to the underside of her jaw one inch of skin at a time and how she wants more of it. ) “we should get in before my neighbors get a show.”

@juliankayed gets a combo; [ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear + [ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[sevenbulletsavior]

It had been A Day, and the entirety of Nelson, Murdock, and Page were in agreement on that. Matt and Foggy had spent the majority of their day in the courtroom, slogging through case after case and hearing after hearing, and Karen had spent her day going back and forth between research and filings for upcoming court cases. By the time the duo plodded through the front door of the office, hair disheveled and ties halfway undone, Karen was already packing up all of their things and turning lights off.

Business hours were officially over, and all three were in dire need of a moment to unwind, to let their minds quieten down and to forget about the day.

Josie's was the siren call for them, and they answered it willingly and happily.

Foggy had found a table and was guiding Matt to it as Karen went to get two pitchers of beer for them along with three glasses. A few regulars sparked up conversations, asking how the firm was going, checking in, and as Josie slid across a tray with the ordered items, Karen scooped it up with ease and moved back to the table Matt and Foggy had taken residence at. Karen placed the tray down, offloading the pitchers and glasses before scooping the tray back up and taking it back to the bar.

She was waiting to catch Josie's attention when a presence moved in at her side, sliding easily in place and clearing his throat for only a moment. "Come here often?" @juliankayed was smooth, confident, but Karen wasn't looking and she was about to turn and be brusque with the man, mouth open, but then her eyes landed on him and the air was knocked out of her, mouth slightly agape as she stared at the man now looking at her like a cat who caught a mouse.

"Julian?" The name was choked out, mouth suddenly dry and heart pounding.

Julian decided to flirt with Karen...as if they've never met before.

[stingslikeabee]

what ghost haunts you?

the ghost of devotion your body was crafted to be loved and to be adored. you write with the touch of a poet, the fingertips of a lover. if you are not loved, you are not whole. you are made to be sculpted by the hands of another into something perfect. without their love, you feel as though you may crumble without the support of purpose their touch provides. when ernest hemingway wrote “it was too good to last.” when ocean vuong wrote, “i miss you more than i remember you.” when david foster wallace wrote, “everything i’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

tagged by: the cosmos - nah, just kidding, I saw this and I knew I had to hurt myself. I succeeded! tagging: @dojimakaichou . @antielevator . @talesofaether (I thought of Jill or Luna?) . @bitterarcs . @juliankayed . @finalslay (give me the bastard prince, pls?) & you!

[facesblind]

×     𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁

are  you  a  soldier,  a  poet,  or  a  king?

[  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲  𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹  𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲  𝗮  𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁  /  𝘄𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲  𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗻  𝗶𝘀  𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱   /  𝗵𝗲  𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹  𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵  𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲.  ]     loneliness.  strength.  joy.     you  are  powerful,  but  struggle  believing  it.     you  think  you're  not  enough.     here's  the  truth     :     you  are.  you  sing  songs  and  hope  they  carry  faith,  because  you  have  run  out  if  it,     &&.     yet  you  still  throw  your  heart  out  to  the  world  and  hope  it  makes  it  through.  you  convince  yourself  that  pain  is  art  because  at  least  then,  you  will  always  have  something  to  create.     you  are  tired  of  stumbling  through  life.     you  dream  of  a  ground  you  can  stand  on.     one  day,  you  will  dance.     your  love  is  where  you  feel     —     without  fear.

tagged  by:  @brvo6.  sorta.  >:) tagging:  okay,  but  with  my  guesses  because  I  CAN.  @vulpesse  (a  poet),  @buriedabove  (a  soldier),  @tragedysworn  (sasuke  -  a  soldier / king,  natsumi  -  a  king,  akari  -  a  poet,  kabuto  -  a  king,  orochimaru  -  a  king,  lee  -  a  poet),  i  ran  out  of  people  i'm  sure  i  can  tag,  uhhh  @oftoska  (a  king)  &&.  @juliankayed  (a  poet),  @zendatsu  (a  soldier,  but  i  also  think  the  poet  fits!),  @croftborn  (a  poet!!!!!)  &&.  whoever  else  wants  to  do  it  :3

[juliankai]

Family … … #juliankai #instantfilm #instantphotography #photoprojects #instax #lomography #lomoinstant #seaside #beach https://www.instagram.com/p/BsSnVNPh9JR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=trsxrxse6xko

[florrentine]

meeting up at the beach had been his suggestion; a sun-warmed and welcome alternative to something predictable like another bar. it meant the opportunity to talk without having to compete with all the other overlapping conversations at the bar or the intentionally dim ambient lighting. ( she’d already made a mental note to tell him just how much the sunlight suited him – especially the way it made the soft smile that would come and go during their conversations that much more visible, even if the amount of viable light was slowly dwindling away with the sunset. )

and while the location for this had been his, the ice cream the two of them were now balancing had been hers; an impromptu decision made not that far into their walk along the boardwalk. nostalgia had given her enough of a nudge ( one that had taken her all the way back to her family’s holidays in ramsgate; the image of being chased by at least one of her brothers through the sand because she’d nicked a flake bar off their soft serve still fresh in her mind ) to convince her to send the two of them on a momentary detour – at least that’s how she explains it as she’d taken him by the hand, weaving them through the rest of the foot traffic towards the red - roofed storefront for a treat on her. the walking aspect of all of this doesn’t last too much longer once there are cups filled to overflowing, opting for a spot on a concrete ledge that separates the sand from the wooden planks of the boardwalk behind them.

“julian,” she gets distracted mid-story about the stress of her show coming to an end in a couple weeks, quickly popping another half-spoonful of sea-salted caramel into her mouth, “dun’move. you’ve got a little on you,” she sets down the cup on the concrete next to her, touching her mouth to the back of her hand before she attempts to lean in and brush the offending bit of ice cream off the far corner of his mouth; lingering after the fact just a little bit longer than she knows she should considering the task. ( she’s seen that smile now countless times; watched how gently it tugs at the corners of his mouth but never stays as long as she wishes it would ) so maybe that’s the reason why she hasn’t pulled her thumb back at all; the pad of it running over the same spot a few times more.

and the longer she seems to stay, the longer his smile lingers.

@juliankayed ; "you can kiss me, you know.”

he breaks the silence she’d brought on with a gentle laugh that has her pause mid brush but doesn’t urge her to leave; simultaneously telling her he knows exactly what it is she’s up to ( and maybe reminding her of just how long she’s been sitting there with all her attention focused not-so-subtly on his lips ) and giving her permission for something she’s been thinking about but hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask for. “bit obvious, hm? damn.” it’s her turn to laugh; far more pleased than embarrassed, the tip of her tongue peeking out to wet her bottom lip before her hand gently guides him a little closer.

his lips taste like coffee but sweeter; and she makes sure to sneak a second little taste before she done. "i think that finally got the last bit of ice cream."

[sevenbulletsavior]

🚢

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter (honestly it's coming)

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: you know we got things going and they will be DELISH