thirstdriven

[thirstdriven]

lines from 2021 that made me lose my mind

literally lines of dialogue from social media and movies and books and series that have made me laugh so hard i cried during this wild little year of ours!

" you are so intelligent. why do you do such stupid things? "

" we got the gouda governor over here! "

" you're my hoe. my heaven on earth. "

" well, here's another story about my kids roasting the SHIT out of me. "

" you beautiful savage. "

" cell phones on silent, and shut your fucking mouth. the show is about to begin. "

" you have the credit score of a homeless ghost. "

" 100% getting your dick sucked for that. "

" you were so close to a revolutionary thesis and then you betrayed me and every citizen of good standing. "

" every night i say good night to you, and every night you never say it back. what's the problem, NAME? do you not want me to have a good night? "

" that wasn't a cookie, man! that was a piece of his heart... "

" i'm just gonna say this; i find that arousing, and let's move on. "

" do you know how hard it is to be tough when you're holding a pink cupcake holder in your hand? "

" no, we can still salvage this. put on the mcdonalds uniform. "

" why don't you spend more time with bruce springsteen and find out how fucked up you are? "

" if his dick kills me, do NOT prosecute him! he caught ME slipping, that's on ME! "

" i feel uncomfortable around tall people, what if they try to lick my head? "

" there are at least three houses in new orleans. "

" WRONG! i'm right here, you fucking BRUSSEL sprout. "

" my heart was murdered by the word "from". nobody says "i from you". "

" i'd like to go on record as being opposed to the use of violence being used for purposes of conflict resolution, however-- "

" he may be a perv, but that's my dad. "

" hangers are for sunday school clothes. bring me a rock! "

" that goes in the buttbank. "

" i like you. you know how to laugh. "

" i'm pretty sure it's not supposed to do that. are your parents pelicans or something? "

" are you sure you're out of granddaughters? can you check in the back or something? "

" where's your fucking rage? where's your anger? RISE! RISE! RISE! "

" well, i don't know how to tell you this, but he went on a homoerotic voyage to the most dangerous place on earth. "

" the old heads do it right, you young bucks don't know. "

" you just called me a bitch? well bitch means dog, and dogs bark, and bark is from trees, and trees are part of nature, and nature is beautiful, so thank you for calling me beautiful! "

" no, no, no, no. i'm just drunk... aAHHHHHH! "

" i hope... that i do not live to see this. "

" no, don't embarrass yourself. i love you though. "

" you mean there's some kind of new pokemon called THERAPY?? "

" i'd kick a child in the face, for a piece of pizza like that, okay? "

" from the womb to the tomb, exhausted. "

" checkmate, boomers, we made it gay. "

" you want me to go to a meeting? the same thing that killed julius caesar? "

" this is the ass of a FAILURE! "

" it's officially none of your damn business, sir/ma'am! "

" you look divorced. "

" it's under the sauce. "

" get off the bus, you ugly bastard. "

" i want someone to see in me the same possibilities that ocean spray saw in cranberries. "

" i still love sharks! "

" i have avoided explaining this for over 25 years. i am not going to start doing it now. "

" in home alone 2 the dad screams bloody murder because kevin spent $967 on room service but he also abandoned his son twice so maybe time to shut the fuck up? "

" get out of there, he's a priest. "

" oh my god they were loot mates. "

[thirstdriven]

#RANDOM QUOTES ON TUMBLR PART 2  : (     some triggering content may be present !     change pronouns to suit.     )

i was devoured by regrets, fears, fatigue and love.

i imagine that you are able to love me enough to desire to come back for me.

but what does that mean, protect, it’s only a word.

since you like me, or you love me, i must be okay.

i don’t know if i’m real when i’m not being touched.

i just think about the goodness of you as a person.

the most ordinary thing about human beings is not violence or greed but love and care.

that is absolutely out of the question.

history has cut our throats.

everyone seeks a home, a refuge.

i love going on walks by myself.

i’m lying, yes, but why do you force me to give you a linear explanation?

i ask god to send a swordsman and god says ‘look at your hands’.

i don’t want just anyone to share life and myself with me.

no god, no idol, nothing except the burning pain of love.

someone in hell is sitting beside you on the train.

i love you as if you were god.

how i’d love to kill you.

i loved my friend.

people get hurt here.

months pass. years pass, and despair bites into me. i can feel it gnawing.

will you go on loving, or not?

at times failure is very necessary for the artist.

i’m all blood again.

i’ve forgotten, i’ve forgotten everything, and i don’t want to remember.

i am sorry that i cannot say anything more comforting.

all that might have been. exhausts me.

t’s the last day of somebody’s childhood.

the gift of life and the gift of death are equivalent.

there should be just one safe place in the world.

i want to live to see the future.

it seems like fate, doesn’t it?

i know that what happened between us was just an event and not a symbol—just something that happened.

can’t you love me a little? just a little bit?

you’ve just got to work, that’s that.

i love my life, and i’m excited to have it back again.

he looked like an angel, speaking of wisdom.

yes, i thought that’s how it should be.

i won’t tell you how i survived the wreckage.

i sometimes feel like a post standing in a raging sea.

i am not yet as honest with myself as i should be.

i am still ashamed of myself.

people do return to you, you live with them inside you until a few years later they are back with you again.

after this, you will always carry a bit of me, and i will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.

i’m a ghost that everyone can see.

you’re further gone than me.

i have huge respect for my own silence.

if i have to explain my reasoning, argue rigorously, i get agitated, confused—everything seems to fly out of my head.

in fairytales, one does what one wants, and in reality, one does what one can.

i’m sorry, but i can’t explain.

i might betray myself and tell everything i dread.

if we go down into ourselves we find that we possess exactly what we desire.

i am not very good at speaking, in public or private.

what i want is your heart.

but was that what i wanted?

i have everything clear in my mind to start with, and yet it’s as if, after a few words, something gives way.

i think beauty is a deceit.

i always come home. always.

there’s nothing more to say.

i want to know what it means to survive something.

i, too, admire people who have that ability, and i’ve made an effort to accept the fact that i don’t.

the moon is the deity of the mind.

sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths.

maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same.

i kept on with clenched teeth, i said to myself: it will end.

but i know about suffering; if that helps. i know that it ends.

we’ll always be in each other’s lives and we’ll always have this feeling between us.

i want the blood running through my fingers to make a delicate sound.

in my heart i have a scream, always, waiting.

past a certain point, you stop being able to go home.

i’ve never been afraid of loneliness because i’ve never felt the need to justify my feelings to myself.

people fall down and stay down.

sometimes when i get really sad and depressed, you know, i lie in bed and think about you.

beliefs aren’t good or bad; they serve only to bring order, at least momentarily, to our anguish.

i can’t live as i once did.

there was longing in me that felt heavy as lead.

there’ll be no hymns to our glory.

learning so much is what got me here.

you don’t show your love and care by putting what you love behind a fence.

i do feel like a failure.

you think i can’t tame that?

and i think i’m beginning to learn finally what everything has been trying to teach me.

reality is not entirely real to me, and that is why i can’t get down to doing things.

it’s so hard to see the point sometimes, when the things in life i think are meaningful turn out to mean nothing, and the people who are supposed to love me don’t.

when i try to picture for myself what a happy life might look like, the picture hasn’t changed very much since i was a child.

[thirstdriven]

#THE BATMAN  :  (   some triggering content may be present !     change pronouns to suit.     )

i don’t care what happens to me.

a new friend of yours?

don’t worry, honey.

who are you under there?

all it takes is fear and a little focused violence.

i wouldn’t be bothering you here, but your people keep telling me you’re unavailable.

don’t throw your life away.

things will get worse before it gets better.

you’re not my father.

i’m not so sure.

are you just hideously scarred?

no guns.

it can be cruel, poetic or blind.

hey guys, thanks for all the comments and tips on detonators.

your family has a history of philanthropy but as far as i can tell you’re not doing anything.

oh you’re really not as smart as i thought you were.

i’m well aware.

all you had was me.

if we don’t stand up to him, no one will.

i’m vengeance.

from your secret friend.

i thought i’d mastered all that.

gotham needs you to answer for the sins of your father.

get out of here or that suit’s gonna be full of blood.

i can take care of myself.

let’s get into some trouble.

yeah, man, that’s your thing

all these years, you lied to me.

the answer’s justice.

if this continues it won’t be long before you have nothing left.

fear is a tool.

the killer left this for you.

you came!

you have a lot of cats.

we all have our scars.

how am i part of this?

people need hope.

what have you done?!

mine or yours?

if you are justice, please do not lie.

i have a thing about strays.

bastard murders you and your reputation.

why is he writing to you?

i never thought i’d feel fear like that again.

who am i kidding, you’re already spoken for.

maybe we’re not so different.

i’ve been trying to reach you.

why don’t you come with me?

the riddler is asking for you.

when that light hits the sky, it’s not just a call, it’s a warning for them.

who are you hiding?

what the hell is this?

it has a nice ring.

you’ll see.

i’m just here to unmask the truth about this cesspool we call a city.

i don’t think that rat likes you.

vengeance won’t change the past.

you are a part of this too.

you know, you really could be doing more for this city.

you needed a father.

let’s play a game.

just me and you.

get into some trouble?

he moonlights as a cop.

what’s black and blue and dead all over?

you could have at least pulled that punch, man.

maybe this is all coming to an end.

it’s only gonna get worse for you.

what is the price for your blind eye?

oh you’re everything they say you are, aren’t ‘cha? we both are.

[thirstdriven]

i’m  pretty  sure  it  was  just  a  ghost  ask,  but  on  the  off  chance  someone  did  send  me  an  unprompted  meme  /  ask,  sorry,  i  think  it  was  eaten  !!  apologizing  a  second  time  due  to  the  sudden  lack  of  activity,  my  health  (and  subsequently  mental  health  ,)  hasn’t  been  doing  too  good  as  of  late  thanks  to  a  v  stubborn  sinus  infection  ...  on  the  mend  now  tho  !!

[thirstdriven]

magicshvps·:

 everything felt like fire, but in that slow burning sensation that made you wrap the warmth around you like a blanket, engulfing in flames as the embers of her own desire slowly burned her from the inside out. her gaze flickered for a moment, maybe a split second that she had, whenever he kicked off his pants and she caught a glimpse at how hard he’d managed to get…from her. that’s the part that amazed her, how someone like her had such an effect on him, someone like her that she considered far from sexy. but right now she clearly was doing something right, even if she felt like everything she was doing wasn’t enough. the desire to do more always showing up in every aspect of her life, but right now she was dizzy with the way his voice was soft enough to tickle the inside of her thighs when he spoke. 

  she wasn’t entirely sure what his plan was whenever he said she deserved a treat, but piper knew she was in for it whenever his finger slowed and then was pulled away from her. a small whimper of emptiness slipped off her lips, but was soon replaced with another gasp of baited breath, his mouth was something that deserved praise with the way the fluid strokes of his warm tongue moved along the slick folds of her body. her hands came up to cover her face, breath heavy as she squirmed only slightly in his hold her hand on her thighs. it was only whenever his tongue dipped inside of her that she let a moan that she didn’t know she even possessed in her vocal range slipped out of her parted lips, “oh my god…” she breathed out, swallowing down the way her body tingled in response, how she was growing impossibly wetter as he just lapped her up shamelessly. taking a moment to finally glance down to see his face just buried between her thighs, it made her eyes almost roll to the back of her head as her back arched, fingers cautiously moving down to thread through his dark locks.��

 the  only  thing  sweeter  than  the  taste  of  piper  herself,  was  the  sweet  noises  she  was  letting  out  with  every  thrust  of  his  tongue.  he  gripped  the  flesh  of  her  thighs  a  little  tighter,  dragging  her  even  closer  to  his  face  as  he  dragged  the  flat  of  his  tongue  over  her  glistening  folds,  switching  targets  by  licking  and  sucking  at  her  clit.  nate  was  so  hard  and  turned  on  that  he  couldn’t  help  but  rut  lazily  against  the  couch  cushions,  eyes  blissfully  fluttering  shut  when  she  threads  her  fingers  in  his  hair,  scalp  pleasantly  tingling.  he  can’t  fucking  believe  how  amazing  she  looks  and  sounds,  can’t  help  but  try  and  catalogue  each  one  to  commit  to  memory  as  he  continues  to  lap  at  the  sensitive  skin,  sucking  hard  on  her  clit  before  pulling  away  and  letting  go  of  her  thighs,  shifting  to  his  knees.  “fuck,  pipes,”  he  rasps,  sounding  breathless  as  he  tries  to  clean  the  slick  on  his  chin  off  with  his  tongue.  “i’m  sorry,  can’t  stand  it  any  longer.  i’m  gonna  fuck  you  now,  alright?”  he  asks,  reaching  out  to  brush  hair  that’d  fallen  in  front  of  her  face  back  to  the  side  and  smiling,  eyes  curved  up  with  fondness.    nate  shifts  to  look  for  the  jeans  he’d  kicked  off  a  moment  earlier,  delving  into  the  pockets  for  his  wallet  and  retrieving  a  condom.  he  tears  it  open  with  his  teeth,  tugging  his  underwear  off  and  rolling  it  down  onto  his  length.  he  leans  forward,  a  hand  wrapped  around  the  tip  of  his  cock  to  line  himself  up  --  glancing  down  at  her.  “this  still  okay,  baby?”  and  once  he  has  her  verbal  consent,  he’s  inserting  his  cock  inside  her  slowly  --  letting  out  a  surprised  breath  at  how  tight  and  amazing  she  feels  around  him.  “shit,  y’feel  so  fuckin’  good,”  he  tells  her,  bottoming  out  a  moment  later,  gripping  the  side  of  her  hips  as  he  begins  to  thrust.  thanks  to  their  thorough  foreplay,  he’s  not  met  with  much  resistance  and  the  slick  slap  of  skin  on  skin  fills  his  ears  with  every  rotation  of  his  hips.  “god,  so  beautiful,”  he  murmurs,  gently  rubbing  her  sides  as  piper  takes  every  inch  of  his  cock.

[thirstdriven]

 jonghoon  tries  to  pace  himself,  keep  his  mind  moderately  medicated  and  body  languid  so  he  can  bear  the  stress  of  his  lifestyle  without  having  a  nervous  breakdown  --  but  he’ll  be  the  first  to  admit,  he’s  overdone  it  today.  some  of  the  chemicals  haven’t  mixed  well,  worse  than  oil  and  water  --  making  his  once  smooth  and  charming  tongue  grating.  he’s  being  too  blunt,  his  usual  patience  and  ability  to  smooth  over  unpleasant  truths  gone.  “i  didn’t  promise  you  shit,  i--”  his  throat  is  far  too  fucking  dry  for  this,  thanks  to  the  joint  he’d  smoked  and  his  mind  was  way  too  unprepared  to  confront  how  painful  this  conversation  was  going  to  be.  he  was  a  stupid,  shit-ton  amount  of  fond  for  simon.  what  he’s  felt  for  simon,  he’s  felt  with  and  for  nobody  else  in  his  strange,  fast-faced  yet  lonely  little  life.  jonghoon’s  bangs  are  sticking  to  his  forehead,  sweat  beading  at  his  brow  from  stress  along  with  the  heat  in  the  apartment  and  explosive  anger  radiating  from  his  best  friend.   “fuck  you,  fuckin’  bastard!  i  never  played  games  with  you,  i  ..  you  have  seen  me,  you’ve  seen  damn  near  all  of  me  and  i  don’t..  can’t  fuckin’  give  you  more  than  what  i  already  have,”  he  bites  out,  stumbling  a  bit  from  the  shove  but  he  reacts  quickly  and  grips  simon’s  forearms,  turning  on  his  heel  to  pin  the  man  against  the  door.  they’ve  never  in  their  life  fought  like  this,  not  even  over  a  woman.  jonghoon  shares  everything  with  simon,  his  riches  and  his  misery  --  but  there  are  some  things  he  can’t,  some  truths  about  himself  that  would  have  to  be  pried  and  extracted  from  his  mouth  with  a  sterile  glove  or  gleaming  tool.  “you  don’t  get  it,  you  don’t,  i..  i  can  be  the  fuck-up  son,  okay?  my  mom’s,  my  mom’s  gone  and  she  wouldn’t  care,  ‘s  long  as  i’m  living  and  doin’  my  best  to  keep  my  head  above  water.  my  dad  doesn’t  give  a  fuck,  and  my  sister,”  his  grip  on  simon’s  arms  loosen,  instead  his  fist  holding  on  to  the  fabric  of  his  shirt  as  his  hold  gradually  weakens,  the  same  way  his  voice  continues  to  waver  until  he  lets  out  a  wet-sounding  laugh.    “my  little  sister  loves  me  so  much.  and  i  love  her,  even  when  i  didn’t  know  what  was  happenin  --  back  when  she  was  my  little  brother,  beggin’  me  to  play  princess  with  her,”  jonghoon  tells  him  with  a  wry  smile,  dry  and  bloodshot  eyes  beginning  to  water  as  tears  cling  to  his  lashes.  he  has  no  idea  if  what  he’s  saying  makes  sense,  if  simon  understands  what  he’s  trying  to  tell  him,  what  the  big  take-away  is.  jonghoon’s  never  been  smart  or  brave  enough  where  it  matters,  outside  of  showmanship  and  being  fast  on  his  feet.  he  doesn’t  think  he  sees  the  world  the  same  as  simon  does  even  though  he  has  a  big  heart.  “i  can  be  the  shitty,  fuck  up  son  who  always  ended  up  behind  his  peers  in  class.  my  parents  can,  they  coulda  forgiven  that  much.  but  i  don’t  know  if  they  can  get  past  the  other  stuff.”  jonghoon’s  laid  bare  again,  as  vulnerable  as  the  day  he  was  born  and  all  he  wants  to  do  is  hit  simon,  hit  him  with  his  fists  and  mouth  and  feet.  he  hasn’t  done  anything  yet,  but  his  breath  is  coming  out  in  sharp  and  desperate  pants  --  emotionally  exerted,  and  jonghoon  wants  to  make  simon  feel  regretful  and  terrified,  as  terrified  as  he  feels  right  now.

❛ if you are going to start shit now, then please could you get it over with? ❜ jonghoon to simon / src. @thirstdriven​

his skin feels prickly and uncomfortably sharp and the tips of his fingers are hot, warm and red and reflexively tight as he clenches both hands into shaky fists. he can hear his heartbeat in his ears – the race of it – the rush of blood swarming in some desperate attempt to keep him on his feet. simon isn’t drunk enough to be here, he thinks. his ribs are still bruised from the heartache, his eyes still red rimmed in the corners, and it’s embarrassing. “fuck you.” the words don’t bite as hard as he’d like. and that, alongside jonghoon’s shaky gaze, jonghoon’s slightly parted lips (red like they’ve been chewed at, red like they’re taunting him), jonghoon’s jawline, and fingers, and slouched figure – casts simon alight. it’s cruel that the other man looks as good as he does, infuriating that he’s consistently moments – split second choices away from fading.  “i didn’t start shit – you did when y’just –” he swallows, the swift raise of his pointed index hovering into nothing as he stares. simon grits his teeth, head impossibly heavy with feeling. both of his palms are stretched out, and with building force, and an anger that he’s learned to live with – he shoves against jonghoon’s shoulder. “you played me. and don’t you dare say y’didn’t. i know you – i fuckin’ know you hoon. we could’ve been the way we’ve always been. could’ve been jokin’ and shootin’ the shit – but somethin’ changed somewhere. and i knew it. and you knew it too.” they’re a mere foot apart, a few breaths away from a whisper, and still simon can’t seem to tell if there’s a cavern between them or not. he can’t tell if the blur in jonghoon’s eyes is one of practiced disinterest, a forced coldness built to cloak an inevitable ache or because the other man is just blitzed out of his fucking mind.  “…y’knew it. and you let me think ‘bout it, and want it, and expect it. and now you’re – fuckin’ me over with this shitty excuse. so yeah. fuck you.” 

[thirstdriven]

@bohemiiia​​:  ﹟  resolved  sexual  tension.  (  prompt!  )

the  thing  is  that  madison  is  off  her  game  lately.  she’s  had  her  underwear  on  inside  out  the  entire  workday,  a  thing  that  is  inconsequential  to  everyone  else  but  manages  to  fray  madison’s  nerves  just  so  --  and  the  theme  of  the  day  carries  on  when  she  gets  a  lecture  from  teddy  for  overscheduling.  she  apologizes  and  he  seems  to  take  it  in  stride,  acknowledging  that  she  hasn’t  been  as  mindful  as  she  normally  is.  she’s  not  sure  what’s  wrong  with  her,  either.  madison’s  been  in  funks  before,  knows  how  to  weather  a  storm  long  enough  for  her  to  always  come  out  on  the  side  --  but  this  time,  she’s  caught  out  in  simon’s  torrential  downpour.  worse  yet,  he  doesn’t  even  know  it.  

the  day  has  been  dragging  on  in  the  way  most  of  her  week  has,  and  she’s  listlessly  staring  a  hole  in  the  side  of  simon’s  head.  he  must  feel  the  weight  of  her  gaze  boring  into  him,  because  he  looks  at  her  and  mouths  ‘what?’  but  because  she  has  no  excuse,  she  flushes.  “nothing,  your  big  fat  head  is  blocking  my  view  of  the  monitor.”  he  snaps  back  with  something  easy,  and  the  moment  is  mostly  resolved  --  then  she  remembers  that  he’d  asked  her  to  come  take  a  look  at  some  finishing  touches  on  the  video  he’d  been  editing.  she  wheels  her  chair  next  to  his  and  settles  in,  their  knees  slightly  brushing  when  he  hits  play.  madison  finds  herself  lightening  up  and  laughing,  the  chemistry  between  teddy  and  tiffany  is  as  magnetic  as  always  --  their  dark  humor  made  even  more  enjoyable  with  simon’s  quick  cuts  to  their  facial  expressions. “it  came  out  really  good,”  she  says,  a  smile  on  her  face.  simon  doesn’t  need  her  praise,  she  knows  that,  but  because  his  job  is  so  behind  the  scenes  it’s  easy  to  feel  like  this  work  doesn’t  matter  aside  from  the  paycheck  he’s  receiving  for  it.  it  might  mean  even  more  considering  he  decided  to  work  overtime  to  get  caught  up  and  put  the  finishing  touches  on  it,  and  madison  had  stuck  around  to  tidy  up.  they’re  the  only  two  left  in  the  office  at  this  hour,  the  sun  beginning  to  set  and  paint  their  sterile-looking  office  space  in  hues  of  pink  and  orange.  a  strange  mood  settles  over  them,  and  madison  feels  emotion  and  want  crawling  up  her  throat.  “simon,  i’ve  been  wanting  to  ask  --”  but  before  she  can  finish  her  proposition,  his  lips  are  on  hers.  it’s  not  perfect,  just  a  soft  and  tentative  press  of  lips  against  hers  along  with  a  hand  lifting  her  chin,  and  she  makes  a  soft  but  pleased  noise  of  surprise.  madison  is  glad  he  finally  picked  up  on  her  subtle  clues  --  that  he  was  the  one  to  make  the  first  move,  because  she’s  still  his  boss.  but  right  now,  madison  doesn’t  want  to  think  about  that.

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bohemiiia​:

he’s so used to madison waxing poetic insults and curveball compliments in the air, that he finds himself hyperfixating when nothing comes out. it hits him belatedly, a little too eagerly, that the reason for her goldfish mouth is (or at least could be) because simon himself is an exemplary stand in for the phrase. even with his growing fondness for her, they stand at opposing poles, fingers playfully pointing and jabbing while the two don contrasting colours. he’s still hovering between falling and sitting still, so his thoughts don’t spin too out of control – but there’s an unfortunate speck of curiosity suddenly new and present. it lingers, waves its figurative tail in their slightly stiffened eyes.  simon is kind enough not to bring it up.  instead, he faces madison’s newly confusing array of inquiries, and lowers his feet solid onto the ground. he needs every corner of his mind present here. “what’s that supposed to be? – you’re spellin’ letters and it’s comin’ in and goin’ out.” simon lifts both hands to his ears, gesturing loosely to the way her question travels through him like air. “s’like bein’ back in school again when i’m talkin’ to you – like after i’ve missed ten classes of math and i’m rejoinin’ for some – fuckin’ – pop quiz.”

 she  thinks  she  can  almost  see  some  flecks  of  curiosity  dancing  in  simon’s  eyes  during  her  awkward  fishy-lipped  pause—  but  to  her  relief,  and  surprisingly  her  disappointment  as  well,  he  doesn’t  bring  it  up.  whatever  strange  subconscious  freudian  thing  is  happening  here,  madison  is  going  to  chalk  it  up  to  being  ridiculously  lonely  and  her  lack  of  feasible  options.  she  hadn’t  even  realized  the  situation  was  so  dire  until  this  conversation!  madison  is  all  too  used  to  people  prying  in  her  life  both  during  her  time  spent  in  the  spotlight  and  out  of  it,  offering  their  unsolicited  advice  and  judgmental  concern  that  it  hadn’t  occurred  to  her  that  there  was  any  grain  of  truth  to  it.  that  she  may  in  fact  be,  lonely.  snapping  out  of  her  thoughts,  she  tucks  a  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear  and  clears  her  throat.  “what  are  you  saying?  that  the  way  i  talk  is  pretentious?”  she  counters,  meeting  him  with  a  level  gaze  and  arching  a  brow  at  him.

 “are  you  talking  about  PEMDAS?  this  isn’t  algebra!  it’s  —  yah,  maybe  i’m  pretentious  but  i  think  you  water  yourself  down  too  much,”  she  retorts,  starting  off  yelling  at  him  before  catching  herself  and  switching  to  her  inside  voice  —  trailing  off  into  a  mumble.  she  gives  simon  a  sneaky  side  glance,  chewing  on  the  inside  of  her  cheek.  “if  i  can  speak  plainly?  most  men  are  fucking  idiots,  and  none  of  them  admit  it  as  readily  as  you  do.  it’s  okay  if  you  don’t  know  about  jung  types,  though  there’s  a  lot  of  youtube  videos  about  it.  interests  the  kids  these  days  —  almost  as  much  as  astrology.”  she’s  said  a  lot,  and  madison  is  really  thinking  she  needs  to  consider  saying  less.  the  corners  of  her  mouth  pull  down  into  a  disappointed  pout  —  once  steady  gaze  now  wavering,  redirecting  it  back  towards  the  screen  in  an  attempt  to  make  the  flush  on  her  face  seem  less  obvious.  if  she  looks  away,  simon  should  too.

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So what is it about unrequited love that’s so sad?

SOUNDTRACK #1 (2022)

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bohemiiia​:

he hikes a brow up in between madison’s amusing exclamations, the corner of his mouth joining in a partial lift. maybe it’s because of their newfound camaraderie, or the fact that they’d just rounded the corner from some effortless teasing, but simon finds himself comparing her list against his own person. he can’t definitively say that he has a ‘backbone’ and, in turn, is not a ‘herbivorous’ man – but he ticks off the rest with arguable confidence. it’s a strange thing to feel proud of, one built up on generic statements and the occasional bat of a lash – and the strangeness doesn’t let up as madison circles back to the start, eyes big and unassuming. the question is open ended, vague enough that simon resists the odd, ever weird desire to announce his own name. “what’s a herbivore man? – got somethin’ against vegans? or somethin’ ‘bout tearin’ into a chicken wing have ya hot under the collar?” he leans back against his chair, both arms stretching outward to press his palm along the edge of their table. the balls of his feet sink against the floor, and with the lift of his heels, simon tips his seat in habit, back and forth, slow and practiced. he’d learned a few years back that the mere push and pull kept his head from swimming too far – the balancing act pressing into the forefront when simon’s unable to keep his expression under wraps. he doesn’t feel immediately annoyed, but he has the capacity to look it – so he hovers anyway. “also you’re askin’ the wrong person. m’not sociable enough to be hoardin’ friends in the first place. if i know ‘em, you know ‘em.”

 she  lets  out  a  surprised  laugh,  shaking  her  head  resolutely  when  asked  if  she  had  something  against  vegans.  “why  are  you  funny  today?  stop  it,  it’s  creeping  me  out.  and  for  the  record,  no.”  well,  as  long  as  they  didn’t  shove  their  superiority  complex  down  her  throat,  she  had  no  problem  with  them  or  their  dietary  restrictions.  “you  haven’t  heard  it  before?  there’s  no  universally  accepted  definition,  but  what  i  specifically  mean  is  someone  who  can  form  their  own  opinions.  not  just  nodding  your  head  because  everyone  else  is,”  she  explains,  and  then  a  few  minutes  later  her  mouth  opens,  only  to  promptly  close  because  she  realizes  she’s  somehow  managed  to  describe  simon  again.  it’s  not  intentional,  but  it  is  embarrassing  and  she’s  worried  simon’s  going  to  pick  up  on  it.

 she  watches  him  move  restlessly  in  his  seat  with  a  slight  wrinkle  in  her  forehead,  resting  her  chin  in  her  hand  as  she  arches  a  brow.  “ha,  really?  you  don’t  strike  me  as  an  introvert.  but  i  guess  i’m  learning  more  about  you  each  day.  what’s  your  mbti?  i’m  an  entj,”  madison  supplies,  lips  tugging  up  into  a  little  smile.  most  wouldn’t  expect  her  to  be  an  extrovert  with  how  bitter  and  solitary  a  person  she  can  be,  but  madison  had  been  a  singer  in  the  past  and  it  was  hard  enough  promoting  albums  by  her  lonesome.  whatever  soft  shell  she  once  had  as  a  rookie  hardened  into  a  carapace  over  time.

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misc action memes

the one sending in the prompt is the one comitting the action . [ add * for role reversal ! ]

🤚 - to offer your muse a hand in dance . 🤕 - to dress your muse’s wound . 🎀 - to braid / brush your muse’s hair . 🗡️ - to point a weapon at your muse . 👑 - to bow down before your muse . ☀️ - to kiss your muse’s hand . 🧋 - to offer your muse a drink . 💎 - to try to steal something from your muse . 🚬 - to light your muse’s cigarette . 🙄 - for my muse to roll their eyes at yours . 💐- to gift a bouquet of flowers . 😴 - to fall asleep on your muse . 🧥 - to warm your muse by wrapping them in a coat / blanket . 🌻 - for my muse to suddenly hold your muse’s hand . ❗️ - for my muse to hold your muse’s chin as a way of getting attention . 🔔  - for my muse to wake yours from a nightmare . 🎁 - for my muse to cup your muse’s face with their hands . ⭐️ - for my muse to stargaze with yours . 💍 - for my muse to tie a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck or wrist . ❤️ - for my muse to kiss yours on the forehead . 👋 - for my muse to tug at your muse’s sleeve for attention . 🥱 - for my muse to yawn loudly . 🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head . 🦁 - to snarl / growl at your muse . 🤝 - for my muse to reach out their hand for a handshake . 💥 - to push your muse aside . 🖕 - for my muse to flash their middle finger at your muse . 🌹 - for my muse to blush . 🌼 - to give your muse a piggyback . 🌾 - for my muse to catch yours from falling / fainting . 🟠 - for my muse to pace back and forth . 🤺 - to challenge your muse to a sparring match . 🩹 - to trace your muse’s scars . 👁 - to glare at your muse . ✨ - for your muse to catch mine shirtless . 🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret . 💧 - for my muse to wipe away your muse’s tears . 🧽 - to wipe / clean blood off your muse . 😢 - for my muse to be caught crying . 💪 - for my muse to flex their muscles . ✊ - for my muse to hit yours . 😶‍🌫️ - to be caught hiding from something . 🧍 - to block your muse’s path . 🌡 - to check your muse’s temperature . 🪦 - to see yours by a grave . 🚶 - to go on a long walk together . ⚡ - to take shelter from a storm together . 👀 - to be caught staring at your muse . 🪴 - for your muse to lean on my muse for support . 🧨 - to pin your muse against the wall . ⚔️ - to fight against enemies together . 🪞 - to catch my muse trying to compose themselves in front of a mirror . 🤫 - for my muse to place a finger to their lips, shushing your muse . 👞 - for my muse to help yours get dressed . 🤗 - to hug your muse . 🩸 - to approach your muse soaked in blood . 🛡️ - for my muse to protect yours from harm . ☃️ - to build a snowman together .

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running on like .. 5 hrs of sleep, but i wanted to mention some things to help me balance my activity a bit better because . god , i miss writing here with ya’ll so much. but alas ... the depression (and just Life) took away the ability to enjoy / pursue my hobbies. so !! let’s recalibrate. 

teddy is going to be over at @paramcur and not on this blog anymore because he’s .. my most developed muse with multiple verses. this blog will remain a multimu oc blog!

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my muse is someone of royal importance and is arranged to be married. your muse is a head guard or knight, etc, and is escorting my muse safely across the country. during their travels, our muses talk to pass the time and feelings start to build between them. a terrible storm forces them to seek shelter in a cave or an abandoned shack. your muse starts a little fire, but it’s not enough to keep warm, so now our muses have to huddle together for warmth.

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OPPOSITE SIDES OF WANTING TO BE GOOD 

Japanese Breakfast, Slide Tackle // Mary Oliver, Wild Geese // Patti Smith, Woolgathering // Andrea Dworkin, Our Blood // Saul Bellow, Herzog // Mitski, I Will // Florence Welch, Useless Magic // Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star // Mary Oliver, Dogfish // John Steinbeck, East of Eden. 

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magicshvps​:

         when he showed his drivers license, jewel hesitantly traveled over to where he was standing, eyeing it as he spoke. “i’m just giving you a hard time, he told me about you, i just didn’t know you would be here so early.” she explained easily, noting the unease on his own face and giving him a little smile as to wash it away if she could. “we have security down in the lobby, i don’t typically lock my door because of it.” although, the door man was far too old to even catch anyone who made it to the elevator, she didn’t think twice about it. her brows rose as she heard the mention of her attire, glancing down at the silky nightgown that loosely draped over her frame, “appropriate? this is a custom calvin klein, i’d highly debate it’s not appropriate to lounge around my apartment in.” she noted, but he was out of the door before she could argue her point, making her roll her eyes before walking off to find a robe to drape over her bare shoulders.

         “oh, yeah, coco…” and, as if on queue, the little fluff ball came trotting into the living room to greet the stranger. “i don’t think she’s much of a guard dog, if that’s what you’re asking. she’s my baby, i got her a year ago so she’s still a puppy but…she’s sweet.” glancing back towards the boy, she eyes him as if she’s studying an art piece, slowly as she gives him a once over, “i had some shopping to do, then i have a party i rsvp’ed for. i still don’t understand the big fuss about me needing someone to watch me, i get weird messages all the time.” jewel explained, piling her black locks up on top of her head before motioning for him to follow her into the living room. “until then, though, we can get to know each other.”

 his  eyes  widen  when  she  admits  she’s  just  giving  him  a  hard  time,  and  he  ducks  his  head  with  a  shy  flush.  “oh.  sorry,  next  time  i��ll  call  ahead,”  he  promises,  although  he’s  the  only  with  with  a  number  for  her  --  pointless  if  she’s  the  type  to  screen  calls  from  unknown  contacts.  a  finely  arched  brow  raises  when  she  says  that  she  doesn’t  typically  lock  her  door  because  the  building  has  security.  “you’re  talking  about  the  guy  who  looks  like  a  raisin  drying  up  in  the  sun?”  jaehwa  had  passed  him  on  the  way  up,  and  he  wouldn’t  have  clocked  him  as  security  if  not  for  the  identifying  badge.  “okay,  that’s  concerning.  you  do  know  there’s  been  a  threat  made  against  your  life,  right,  jewel-ssi?”  he  questions,  folding  his  arms  against  his  chest  --  giving  his  best  impression  of  a  stern  authority  figure.  she  didn’t  seem  to  be  taking  this  seriously.  

 jaehwa  worries  his  bottom  lip,  worrying  he’s  overstepped  by  asking  her  to  cover  up  but  she’s  stepping  away  before  he  can  remark  on  it  further.  when  she  returns  with  the  robe  draped  over  her  shoulders  and  dog  trotting  by  her  feet,  he  can’t  help  but  smile  at  the  sight  --  eyes  softening  as  he  bends  down  to  give  the  dog  his  hand,  letting  her  sniff  his  fingers  to  get  used  to  his  scent.  “nice  to  meet  you,  coco.  i’ll  be  protecting  your  mommy  for  a  while.”  then  he  straightens  his  posture,  meeting  her  gaze  with  a  frown.  “don’t  you  think  a  death  threat  qualifies  as  more  than  just  ‘weird’?  weird  is  like,  someone  messaging  you  to  tell  you  they  want  to  suck  your  toes  or  they  want  you  to  kick  them  in  the  throat.  guess  it’s  subjective,”  he  quips,  a  small  smirk  tugging  on  his  lips  as  he  follows  her  to  the  living  room  and  takes  a  seat  on  the  couch.  “alright,  let’s.  is  there  something  you’d  like  to  know  about  me?  any  information  you’d  feel  more  comfortable  having  or  knowing?”

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bohemiiia​:

“mhm – cute,” he repeats, stubborn and buzzing with pleasure, “cute – and pretty, and handsome, and sexy as fuck.” simon’s spilling more than he usually would, tongue a little loose from their flirtatious evening together. but with the insistent way teddy moves against him, and the greedy look that follows, he doesn’t make any attempt to stop. instead, he busies himself with the other’s zipper, thumb and index pushing the button free, before dragging open metal teeth with a hurried tug. simon yanks the denim down teddy’s thighs, haphazard in the rush as the pleas hover like music to his ears. each suggestion is worth entertaining, worth visualizing, worth working toward – but teddy had made a claim earlier, back when they were clothed and decent under coloured lights. it had nestled into his head, and coaxed a slew of fantasies from hiding, leaving simon half hard at the mere promise. he stops, holds the bunched denim still hiked up to teddy’s knees, before focusing on his own. “y’said you’d let me do anythin’ with your mouth a lil’ while back.” long, nimble fingers free him from his pants, then eagerly, simon thumbs at his waistband, ridding his boxer briefs as well. teddy’s needy rutting has left him achingly hard – the drag of his underwear causing simon’s cock to gently smack the lower half of his abdomen. his pupils are dark and wide, heavily dilated and focused on the flush that dons teddy’s cheeks. “that still sound alright?” angling his weight to his left, the younger smooths an affectionate palm over the slope of his lover’s neck, simon’s building lust, a mere backdrop to an inevitable fondness.

 teddy’s  even  more  red  faced  and  flushed  than  before,  this  time  no  thanks  to  the  sugary  alcoholic  drinks.  his  heart  is  thrumming  in  his  chest,  butterflies  kicking  around  obnoxiously  in  his  stomach  and  he  thinks  he  gets  even  harder  after  hearing  simon  praise,  compliment  him  in  that  sexy  voice  of  his.  “fuck,  yeah?  ‘m..  you  think  i’m  pretty?”  teddy  lifts  his  hips  up  slightly  to  help  simon  in  his  haste  to  get  their  pants  off,  mouth  dropping  open  subconsciously  when  simon  pauses  to  remind  him  about  what  he’d  said  earlier  in  the  night.  

 “yeah,  yeah--  that  sounds,  really  good,”  he  agrees,  wetting  his  lips  and  reaching  for  the  hem  of  his  own  shirt,  pulling  it  up  and  off  to  toss  in  the  evergrowing  pile  of  discarded  fabric.  “how  do  you  want  to  do  this,  baby?  want  me  to  suck  you  off?  wanna  fuck  my  face?”  he  backs  away  a  little,  just  enough  to  put  a  little  distance  between  them  so  teddy  can  get  on  his  knees  and  elbows  --  deft  fingers  trailing  over  the  tented  fabric  teasingly.  just  the  tip  of  simon’s  dick  peeking  out  of  the  waistband  is  enough  to  practically  make  teddy  salivate,  prompting  him  to  tug  his  briefs  down  further  to  free  more  of  his  lover’s  beautiful  cock.

  “jesus,”  he  exclaims,  wrapping  a  hand  around  the  base  of  it  to  gently  stroke  --  thumb  sweeping  over  the  head  to  collect  the  precome  dribbling  and  working  it  down  along  the  base.  he  leans  in  and  runs  his  tongue  along  the  length,  tracing  the  dorsal  vein  with  the  flat  of  his  tongue  as  his  hand  continues  to  gently  massage  while  teddy  takes  the  opportunity  to  tease  him  with  his  tongue.  he  pulls  off,  angling  his  mouth  a  little  closer  to  the  tip  of  simon’s  dick.  “good?”  he  asks  with  a  mischievious  glint  in  his  eyes  as  he  takes  the  tip  into  his  mouth,  flat  of  his  tongue  pressing  lightly  against  the  head  before  he  begins  to  suck,  taking  him  in  deeper  --  lips  stretching  around  him.

[thirstdriven]

bohemiiia​:

simon has never been patient. he’s so used to living day by day, moment by moment, that his relationships are – for lack of a better description – ride or die. he rarely makes it past a few days, rarely finds his partners vulnerable and honest and interesting enough to pour into, to allow a cautious and gentle peek, to welcome a conversation in between all the relentless fucking. so it hadn’t been entirely surprising that within days of their initial meeting, simon had teddy pressed up against a wall – their mouths meeting in a wet kiss and slim figures rutting in desperation. but the swiftness in which he’d fallen for the shine of the older’s lips, moved seamlessly from one attractive point to another. the sexual attraction bled into an emotional one, and simon’s characteristic impatience wrestled him into an inevitably long, and welcome fall. he finds himself only suspended – still winded from feeling – when his head swarms with familiar desperation, with a curiosity to learn even more about teddy. (and he intends to do just that.) simon’s warm all over when they make their way down the hall, long legs mirrored and quick to get behind closed doors. the anticipation alone has his pulse thrumming in hurried rhythm, his throat dry and wanting and reminiscent of their first kiss. teddy takes two steps – maybe three – across the threshold, before simon’s following suit, right foot practically kicking the door shut. he reaches back with his dominant hand, flipping the switch with practiced movement, and pulls teddy – impatient – into him. they share a brief, gasping inhale, until they meet in a kiss, simon’s large palms roaming immediately downwards and over the curve of his lover’s ass. he squeezes reflexively, appreciatively, then sinks his shoulders just low enough to lift teddy into a steady hold. the kissing doesn’t ease, each embrace wet and a perfect mix of bitterness and sugar – as simon carries the older male to the bed, lowering the pair down with a needy grunt. “fuck – you’re cute.”

 teddy  has  never  been  the  monogamous  relationship  type,  not  after  being  nearly  forced  to  marry  and  ‘take  responsibility  for’  the  girl  he’d  knocked  up  as  a  teen,  traumatized  by  the  shock  of  it  all.  he’d  been  starry  eyed  and  naïve,  too  trusting,  and  teddy  had  thought  he  could  never  allow  himself  to  trust  another  human  being  like  that  again.  until  simon.  he  doesn’t  know  what  makes  simon  stand  apart,  which  moment  it  was  in  particular  when  teddy  realized  that  simon  was  different  from  the  rest  --  in  all  the  best  ways  imaginable.  it  might’ve  been  the  first  night  he  laid  eyes  on  him  in  the  terrible  lighting  of  the  convenience  store,  it  doing  neither  of  them  justice,  but  there’d  been  something  raw  and  unfiltered  about  simon.  he  wasn’t  the  type  of  man  who  would  turn  heads  upon  a  first  glance,  but  teddy  thought  there  was  something  compelling  and  unbelievably  attractive  about  him,  especially  when  the  first  flash  of  a  dimpled  smile  was  directed  his  way  and  his  breath  caught  in  his  throat.  

 in  some  ways,  their  courtship  still  felt  like  yesterday  --  even  though  it  had  taken  them  forever  to  admit  that  they’d  caught  feelings.  there  had  been  a  time  where  teddy  had  convinced  himself  he  was  willing  to  take  whatever  piece  of  himself  simon  was  willing  to  give  him,  without  wanting  for  more.  without  the  hurt  of  non-reciprocity.  now,  those  days  are  gone  and  teddy’s  days  and  nights  are  full  of  want,  of  need  and  insatiable  hunger  for  all  things  to  do  with  simon.  they  move  in  tandem,  letting  out  a  breathless  peel  of  laughter  when  simon  manages  to  shut  the  door  with  his  foot  and  he’s  rewarded  for  his  skills  with  a  sharp,  anticipatory  inhale  and  a  fevered  response  to  their  lips  meeting.  he  moans  into  simon’s  mouth  when  his  lover  gropes  at  his  ass,  each  touch  and  slight  knead  of  his  fingers  enough  to  drive  teddy  even  crazier  --  taking  a  shaky  breath  when  he’s  carried  back  to  their  bed,  broad  shoulders  and  back  hitting  the  mattress.  “cute?”  he  laughs,  sounding  incredulous  but  the  pink  tint  of  his  ears  give  him  away  as  he  leans  back  onto  his  elbows.  

 “shirt--  off,  now,”  teddy  demands,  watching  him  with  a  hooded  gaze  for  a  moment  before  determining  he’s  too  impatient,  reaching  for  the  hem  of  simon’s  shirt  to  tug  up  and  off  so  teddy  has  access  to  all  the  bronzed  skin  he  can  handle.  he  does  just  that,  a  possessive  palm  stroking  along  the  lightly  muscled  side  of  simon’s  stomach  as  he  angles  back  up  for  a  kiss,  wet  and  heated  --  another  domineering  hand  sliding  fingertips  into  the  waistband  of  simon’s  jeans  to  pull  him  flush  against  himself.  it’s  near  painful,  the  drag  of  denim  on  denim  as  teddy  ruts  against  him,  gasping  into  simon’s  mouth  when  the  friction  starts  to  feel  good.  just  not  good  enough,  not  yet.  “please,  touch  me.  put,  put  your  mouth  on  me  or  i’ll  use  mine.  ‘s  been  way  too  long,  with  you  working  crazy  hours,”  teddy  pleads.