#stringsonmyguitar

[leftbehiind]

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lexi’s been seeing elliot more and more often lately. the observer’s making her way into her own story, but she doesn’t quite know how to proceed. she’s reconnected with rue and subsequently jules, but she hasn’t gotten to know elliot the same way. perhaps that’s why he’s the perfect candidate. the four are hanging out together when jules and rue decide to dip. well, there’s no time like the present. lexi’s eyes look over to elliot as she takes a deep breath. “ hey, so. i, uh, have a kind of proposition for you. ”

[depressedinthebath]

@stringsonmyguitar LIKED for an episode 2.04 STARTER !

Her eyes hadn’t shifted from the window, looking out as if by some act of god Rue would get back in the car, even as they drove. A finger raised to trace a line through the print her breath had made against it, the sigh echoing louder in her head than it really made a sound. Everything felt so DIFFICULT, as though she were chasing some sort of lackluster dream in thinking she could be happy or that it would last longer than a fleeting moment, one perhaps this time she deserved.

“I don’t want to go home,” her voice was quiet, still not turning to look out the window. “Fuck,” another sigh, Jules running her fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

[obsherver-archive]

@stringsonmyguitar​ gets a starter  Strange how she had seen this guy around but had yet to speak to him. Pulling books out of her locker for her next class she closed the metal door giving the guy a look as she turned the combination dial. “Hi,” she gave the male a quick smile. “I’m Lexi,” she said her name with some confidence. “You’re Rue’s friend,” funny how she wasn’t who the line was directed at. “I know she hasn’t introduced us but,” she paused holding her books closer to herself. “She says introductions are awkward for her.” 

[redemptioninterlude]

@whirlpoolemployee​​ - elliot con’t from here !

This is stupid. She’s fucking stupid. It feels like she shouldn’t be here, when she’s like, fucking off her head after talking such a big game about how THEY’RE NO GOOD, but she’s using anyways. How in the moment, hot spun and summer nighted, she goes home with him and finds herself sneaking out the next morning, half confused, a little hallowed out. How she ought to feel more ashamed and bored now that that curiosity’s been itched, but instead she just kind of misses him and doesn’t know what to say, the emotion’s all tangled on the tip of her tongue, and Rue’s more embarrassed than anything that he doesn’t say anything about it, too casual, too cool, and she’s just...

                   In her FUCKING feelings about it.

So it’s that state of mind she’s in when seeing him lean close to that girl, that he doesn’t even look her way and she feels again, fucking stupid about this shit, and doesn’t know how to feel or how to act. With Jules it was always just HER TALKING OVER the things that felt uncomfortable, that grated against her flesh and left her raw. And... they haven’t talked for longer than they ever had, discounting the whole break past the whole intervention thing. It fucking hurts, and she’s left frozen, staring at him on the level, as his fingers twist, and link with her own.

Stomach lurching, heart pounding! Elliot’s too casual about this intimacy, and Rue’s left in a daze, but not so much that she can ignore the girl glaring her down, embarrassed as she leans in closer. “Can we like... GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.” the girl’s glaring her way, annoyed for the prize being snatched up before she could claim him. “I’m...” jealous, I’m fucking jealous, I’m fucking jealous because we fucked and we never talked about it and she still doesn’t, she really really doesn’t. “I um... I missed you.” she avoids him, ignores his texts and becomes a ghost, it’s all her fault, really. “Did we fuck up??? That night? Should we have like... you know... not?”

- @whirlpoolemployee​

[mcsaiccfmusesa]

@stringsonmyguitar​ asked:  [ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before ( for jules )

Jules rustles in the bed, not quite pushing her eyes all the way open, the weight of them impossible to lift. She groans and presses her face into the nearest surface, a shoulder soft and surprisingly muscular. Inhaling the crisp, fresh scent of weed and musk. “Hmmm--Mer,” she exclaims against him. She sighs, as though a breath will bring back what she’s forgotten, help her rise from her bed.

“What--happened?” She mumbles in a fried, crackling voice. Her eyes flutter open and focus on the bleached tips of his hair. She stares for a long moment before pulling more of her body onto him. “Are you at least gonna make breakfast?” She pouts, angry at the pounding of the sun in her eyes.

[equalopportunityeviltemptress]

smash or pass 🧎

"You're asking me if I'd fuck you?" Penelope lets out an amused chuckle, then tilts her head to the side as she gives Elliot a once over, pretending as if she's really putting thought into her answer. She already knows her answer— which is that she would, but it's a little more complicated than that. But fuck it, he asked her directly and she might as well answer honestly. "I'd have to say... smash." She gives him a coy smile, deciding not to elaborate as reaches over to snatch the joint he had just taken a hit from.

[hopeyouburn]

❝ oh my god, are you crying? ❞

euphoria s2 starters

Warm light filtered through the crack under the door, heavy bass notes rocking the walls as Izzy pressed herself up against them, knees hugged close to her chest. This wasn't usually how she wound up at parties, isolated from everybody with tears streaming down her cheeks, but sometimes the weed hit different. Sometimes you saw some things you didn't want to and words that you didn't mean spilled from your lips.

Sometimes it was just a terrible fucking night and the only solace Izzy could find was in an empty dressing room at a stranger's house party.

So when the door flung open, the hum of drunk teenagers becoming a roar, she immediately wiped her eyes, unable to mask her disdain at being interrupted.

"Oh my god, can you knock?"

[lovesleft]

* CLOSED STARTER FOR POST EPISODE SEVEN - @stringsonmyguitar​ / 

          “you look good tonight,” jules greeted during intermission as the pair stood on line for the baking sale set outside the auditorium. there were a couple parents standing between them, but jules knew he’d seen her. she knew he could hear her. which was suffice to say a stark contrast to where they had been before.

     you see, they hadn’t fallen out persay. but jules felt like it was awkward still being his friend when he was rue’s friend first. not like they were friends anymore. but it was awkward when she thought about it and she thought he had a crush on rue, and then maybe he had a crush on her and well...you know. the rest is history.

          but this seemed like an okay place to pick up the story again.

[leftbehiind]

CONTINUED FROM here.

sat with her back against a brick wall, lexi feels like she could finally breathe. being the youngest howard sister was hard for her. how could anyone measure up to cassie howard ? she can’t hear anything except for the clacking of her keyboard as she typed feverishly. what else can she do other than write what happened ? it was her way of processing.

although she hears footsteps approaching, she doesn’t assume they belong to anyone who knows her. what surprises her is elliot’s voice of all people. eyes look up to meet his, perfectly practiced smile on her features. “ uh, yeah. why wouldn’t i be ? ”

[lexihowcrd]

       elliot ━━ ✦  @stringsonmyguitar​​

     strained. and tired? that’s how he looked. as though the weight of the world sat upon his shoulders and there was nothing anyone could do or say to ease that. yet, he’d come to the play just like everyone else. he had watched, and she was hopeful that he had enjoyed it. at least some part of it.  ❛ what did you think? holding out for a hero too much? too on the nose? ❜    bottom lip was chewed, her gaze flitting down to the watch on her wrist, keeping time til she had to be back stage. intermission would only last so long and she only had a few moments to decompress.    ❛ you think i need to sleep with one eye open now? ❜

[itsacrowd-a]

CONTINUATION. @stringsonmyguitar​

Elliot looks up at Faith, rubbing the chlorine from his eyes. This whole ‘skinny dipping at a party’ situation is probably not the best idea, particularly because he’s high out of his mind, but it honestly feels great. Faith is being cheeky about joining, though. “Make me.”

“Take your clothes off or I’m pulling you in fully dressed,” he teases, swimming to the edge of the pool.

Liquor courses through her veins, keeping her even more warm than the heat from the day. “So bossy.” Faith mused, as she set the bottle down, and began to undress- the idea of walking around in wet clothes was not a fun one. She drops her clothing on a lounge chair, and jumps into the pool. After she emerged, she laughed, swimming nearer to Elliot. “How long until you think we get a few stragglers out here with us?” 

[redemptioninterlude]

@stringsonmyguitar​ - elliot continued from here !

Hot cheeks, a startled expression fixed - what does she do now? The play hasn’t started yet, but she unshoulders the hoodie she’s brought with her, leaving it on the seat to mark her spot. Maybe it becomes obvious that she’s come all on her own, Rue having shut off the rest of the world, for the most part, as she navigated her own CHOPPY WATERS of sobriety. Hadn’t she told him a few days ago? Reminding him of how he had said it, they’re no good for each other, and she hates how hard that was to say in the first place. Especially when he looks at her with heart-wrung eyes, and a voice that rusts at his edges with all the things he’s wanted to say.

She can’t tell him anything, one way or another, not when she’s forgiving him, despite herself. In spite of, if she’s being honest, there are still things that have yet to be said, still emotions she can’t sort now because, shouldn’t she be... LOOKING AHEAD? Thinking of sobriety over tearing herself up over if someone cared or not, if she might slip and end up bruised in a mountain of powder. He looks at her for an answer she doesn’t know, no cheat sheet provided for how to navigate the complications of being a teenager and fucking up your whole life just to forget how hard it could be. But she’s got him by the hand, up and out, the door swinging behind them as other people filed on in, oblivious to the drama that played out on a far smaller stage between them.

When he says he doesn’t know, her cheeks only burn all the more, why confuse me, she wants to scream. It’s hard enough when she walks away and into the sunnier streets, the ones she lies casually about being on in some convoluted excuse for coming up here to talk to him, his cousin eying her with that WEIGHTED SUSPICION before letting her in, and watching her leave. It’s been so, fucking, hard, and so when he admits no, he’s always wanted to, she almost wants to laugh, her heart already beating so hard that it’s all she hears, a riot on hush. “... why haven’t you before, then? Why now?” now, when she’s sober, when she’s finally pulling her edges together and feeling it close, layers of scar.

- @stringsonmyguitar

[mcsaiccfmusesa]

@stringsonmyguitar​ cont from x

Jules reclines on the couch with Elliot, a smile on her face cause like, who would agree to such a cheesy plan just to spend time with her? She is fully prepared to shit talk and reaches for the popcorn. She tosses pieces one by one into her mouth as she hums thoughtfully on the question. Eventually, she shakes her head. “Mmmm, no. Like maybe if you squint but, he’s also very hairy and not in a nice way,” she assesses. A hairy manly man could pull it off, if he was pretty enough, but Mark Ruffalo just wasn’t. “What do you think?” She asks, still loving having a guy she could talk about this stuff with. 

[depictedblue-moved]

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: elliot is like a mystery at this point but he’s so good? i mean he’s not that good but i enjoyed his presence, wish we got to see more of him? i feel like he had so much potential other than being some plot device.  he’s really relatable as fuck. just a dumb teenager but he does have a lot of emotions too. it’s interesting to see him on screen always.

How they play them: well, you are my exclusive elliot so like you should know you play him so so so so well. i love reading your stuff and no matter what i read i hear his voice. how do you capture him so well? what is your secret?

The Mun: ah i love jess!  i love talking to them when we do and i love supporting them and i love writing with them and they are just a treasure forreal. 

Do I:

RP with them:  yessss

Want to RP with them: yesssss

What is my; 

Overall Opinion: okay please follow this person and blog because they are amazing and you won’t regret it.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

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“hmm,” she contemplates for a moment because, yeah he’s cute and the face tats are a vibe and he’s got that whole musician thing going for him. but she doesn’t really know him outside of what jules has told her. “y’know, i did hear you’re pretty good at eating pussy. and i wanna say smash but.... i’m just not sure you could handle it.” 

[kaneheiressfound]

[ JACKET ]:          sender notices the receiver beginning to shake after an immensely distressing incident, and removes their own jacket to wrap it around the receiver’s shoulders.

“Holy shit... Did you see that? You saw that, right?”

Honestly Jay had been having the feeling that someone had been following her for awhile now, but... She’d hoped it was just her father’s overprotective nature making her a little paranoid. Now that she’d seen for sure that she was being followed, she was terrified. Her frame shook, arms pulling around herself in a vain effort to try and calm herself.

As Elliot gave her his jacket she offered him her best impression of a grateful smile in the moment-- Despite how shaken she was.