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[catsglitterandsass]

@labiteme

After an long day there was nothing better than breathing room,and leaving soberness behind of course not drunk even if he was could easily handle himself. Instead he found himself at some mundane club that seemed to have an few standards but then again only so much ‘standards’ could be had when it came to clubs,and people consuming various substances. He found himself mostly just watching while nursing this or that occasional drink.

Somebody sat down next to him and glanced over as reflex before focusing back on his drink. Was one of those rare times his appearance was rather toned down,he didn’t want very much attention. If any was to be had he’d probably find it of his own violation. 

[drugstoreglitter]

the morning passes in a haze of drizzle, heavy rain beating into a sleepy town, where stolen lunch money is enough to make front page news. the trees rise higher than any ambition ; generations are born here, grow up here, marry here and die here, and if he doesn’t escape the cycle, archie will end up that way, too. he’s stood beneath the bike shed to keep his cigarette dry as the bell for third period sounds, a labored groan as he stubs the remains out against the spokes of a jet black raleigh and makes his way to class. chemistry’s always a recipe for disaster and each week archie’s transferred to a new partner, told to watch and not touch, given to each student to babysit in turn like a class hamster as he struggles for a passing grade, and despite his confidence in his own ability to create chemistry, he couldn’t figure out one end of a bunsen burner from the other. magnesium flashes white when you burn it -- that’s the only staple fact he’s learned, for most of his practicals are spent setting fire to the lead inside his pencil if not testing what explodes. 

he was never one for sitting, observing, recording and analysing. his passion isn’t in patterns, but in the here and now, in the brush stroke of an oil painting, or a line of verse in a poem. he excels in the arts -- there’s a limitlessness to them, a sense of freedom that he can’t find in a test tube or on the buttons a calculator -- and it’s a flare that makes him hunger for more, despite his lack of ambition. knapsack’s slung onto a desk -- back left, his name carved into the drawer -- as he waits for the lucky victim of this week’s class to join him, hands searching for his beaten up text book, and that’s when he sees her. it’s her hair that snags his attention, the sheer quantity of it, a blonde so pure it’s almost white, and flowing down her back, but it’s her eyes that keep him interested, eyes with a kindness in them, a wholeness, and somehow he can’t shake the feeling that he knows her. it’s more than just an inkling. when she turns his way, archie realises he does know her, an influx of memories spilling through his cerebellum. he’s eight years old, an indiana jones hat clinging to his head, and she’s in a white dress and vines like wendy darling. it’s a boy from his class’s party, but the two of them are busy playing their own games under the shelter of dinner table shrouded by a gingham cloth in a make believe world where nothing else exists. “fuck me,” archie exhales, without realising the statement’s left his lips aloud, and suddenly her eyes are on him and it feels like he’s a child again, his cheeks hot with embarrassment, fingers offering hara a salute while he pulls his thoughts out of the gutter, hoping to hell she remembers him, too. 

@labiteme

[decadenceprone]

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★ — ⊰ ♚ ⊱ — EPHRAIM DOES NOT KNOW how long it had been since they had last seen each other. They had parted for so long, that he had already gotten her out of system, but seeing her now, everything comes back to him; a strange rush of longing coursing through him. He walks towards where Hara is seated, occupying the stool next to her. “Good evening,” he says smoothly, not bothering to demand an explanation. He doesn’t wanna scare her away, so he decides to pretend that her sudden leaving didn’t happen. “What’s your name, Miss?” There’s a playful undertone in his voice, and he hopes that she can detect it. 

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     “In my experience, the customer is always correct--” Ethan all but purred at the receptionist, lips pulling back into a charming smile, he was teasing of course, it seemed the lady had gone through quiet a rough day and he was simply trying to cheer her up. After a moment and a few small laughs later the tall brunette was standing before the elevators waiting for one to open up. His gaze shifted and he eyed the individual standing near him waiting as well. 

     “Afternoon,” he greeted, smiling before he shifted and pushed the up button once again, of course, unseen to anyone else, he added a little shock to the electronics making the doors to the elevator to his right open a little faster. The elevator must have been standing there empty. Ethan shot a cool grin over his shoulder to the other person who had been waiting, tossing a thumb towards the opening. “Going up?”

[heyxtherexjuliet]

labiteme replied to your post: //Well tonight has gone swell so far. Unlock the...

next time, i suggest bringing a few cans of tuna. i once lost my step mum’s cat.. and he was under the porch.. and i struggled with him a good hour before i popped a can of tuna out and he like, literally, came right out. also, i suggest cat treats and cat nip. but tuna is the big one. cats just know the sound of a tuna can being open and it’s got that smell.

That's definitely clever. If I have my way there won't be a next time though. Their apt building is facing a busy street, I couldn't afford to shut the door and lose sight of him to grab a can of cat food :/

[liabixity-blog]

“I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing many creatures in my lifetime but you” Certainly sparked unruly’s attention, curiosity being fed with a silver spoon as Kol’s form stalks around her like prey.

      She smells of something unfamiliar, a sweetness which burns his nose & causes fine memory to glitch with a lack of knowing. She was not of wolf nor vampire, human fell short against the feeling which rolls over heightened senses.  "Do tell me what you are Darling, it's rude to leave a man waiting with anticipation."

- @labiteme - 

[pvllowtalk]

( &&. @labiteme. )

         “what’s the matter with you? you’ve been grumpy the whole night. did i say something wrong? or did something wrong? you’ve gotta help me out here. i can’t read people’s minds, you know?” he said, taking a bite of his food. “talk to me.”

[askchrisschistad]

til death do us part

Amsterdam definitely wasn’t where Chris thought he would be. He thought he would still be in Oslo. Still taking classes that he didn’t give two fucks about. Still living in the house where his parents couldn’t bother to stock the fridge. Still going to parties hosted by third years to hold on to whatever shred of ‘ popularity ‘ he has left.

But Hara has helped him forget all that. For better or for worse. She distracts him. Around her he only thinks about sex and drinking and having fun. Throwing caution to the wind. He doesn’t care around her. In Oslo, he never gave a shit about anything, but people always made him feel bad for hiding his feelings and for being so regardless. But with Hara, she’s just like him. She doesn’t care.

So when they somehow ended up in Amsterdam they threw caution to win and did what they had been doing for a couple months now. Bar hopping, club hopping, going anywhere, doing anything that feels good. They had just been to there fourth bar of the day when Chris, with his arm loosely around her neck spotted a small chapel. With his head slightly hazy from the beer, amsterdam has great beer, he motions over to the chapel. “ Let’s get married. “ Without any confirmation he starts pulling them over to the church.

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[crazcd]

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            it was as normal as a night could be for heath as he relaxed on the couch situated in the middle of his apartment. the tv was softly playing as he occupied himself on his phone, merely using the television for background noise. it was the sound of the door opening that caught his attention, followed by the blonde that made her dramatic entrance. heath furrowed his brows at the sight of her before getting up to greet her. “are you going to tell me about what happened?” he questioned as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, looking down at her curiously as his eyes scanned the damage. 

[atelophxbiia-archived]

( @labiteme )

“ i feel so C O M P L E T E          just like an H O N E S T liar                                      taking on HEAVY FIRE ”

                                     ( heavy fire // adam lambert )

[liabixity-blog]

hara: old alone done for

Kol: that's some right shit.

[rampxstreker-archived-blog]

@labiteme

[ text → narfi ] ; i think i broke my an!klet [ text → narfi ] ; NO?& [ text → narfi ] ; ankle! the anklet’s just fine.. [ text → narfi ] ; i think i dran k too much or/ not eno agh

[ text » hara ] : anklet? [ text » hara ] : OH. Nevermind [ text » hara ] : how did you even manage to break your ankle? [ text » hara ] : maybe if you drink enough, you’d forget about the pain? [ text » hara ] : do you need me to carry you home?

[amesbrisees]

[ text → ashes ] ; let's got to hamsterdam

[ text → diner girl ] ; did you even find your way off of that fence yet? 

@labiteme

[malevolents-blog1]

   ❝   YOU SHOULDN’T BREAK   into places that  don’t  belong to you.  that’s  not  cool.   ❞

@labiteme  /  sc.

[licnhrtsarchive]

⁇ ✿ @ &

TEXT MESSAGES.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

( sms ⇀ hara ) shold i go blond tle me ( sms ⇀ hara ) we could have mahcig hiar how grand( sms ⇀ hara ) i love thus ieda 

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. 

( sms ⇀ hara ) you should spend the weekend at my place, i’m offering blanket forts, naked cuddles, baths and all-over-body kisses. 

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

( sms ⇀ hara ) i was trying to make myself some toast and the toast caught on fire and the entire kitchen looks like it’s on fire and there’s smoke everywhere and the smoke detector is going off and i NEED HELP PLEASE SEND HELP I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO THIS 

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

( sms ⇀ hara ) you mean the entire world to me, you know that?( sms ⇀ hara ) i feel like you don’t know that( sms ⇀ hara ) but you should, because it’s true( sms ⇀ hara ) and i love you

[weightofwar-a-blog]

@labiteme

        The February air is cool and crisp on his skin. It’s morning-- or, rather, the hours just before, in between night and morning, when things seem to be quite mystical. In a town like this one he doesn’t doubt anything less, especially when he awakes with a kind of craving to see Hara. Grumbling, he pulls himself out of bed and feels another sort of ache. 

        Their friendship is strange, him almost twice her age, but he likes to think that they love each other nonetheless, in their own symbiotic way. No one understands, really, and sometimes it gets to him, but then she gets to him, and he comes to think that nothing else really matters other than that. 

        But she doesn’t know. She might never know, really, but he prays to God sometimes that maybe she can feel it, how much he cares for her. 

       Less than an hour later he’s at her front steps, knocking on her door.