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You paint your lips dark red  and tell dirty jokes that make  men gasp. They are just off work, killing time before they go home  to their stepford wives and you  trail a finger down their chest. When they ask your name you don’t speak- shhh- there is a secret on your tongue you’ll do anything to keep and you know they won’t ask again, you know how to hide behind boldness.

lip-locked || O.L. (via poetbitesback)

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luxuriesbit‌:

𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖐𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗:   if  you  rely  on  alcohol  to  have  fun  at  ten  in  the  morning  ,  i  worry  for  you  !

𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌     :     maybe  if  you  had  booze  at  10  you’d  worry  less 𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌     :     does  wonders  for  the  wrinkles  i’m  told

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job application: describe your most recent leadership role

me: sometimes at crosswalks i'm the first one to start jaywalking and everyone follows me

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wtcddy‌:

“ you say that like i care to even remember the faces that climb into my bed, ” comes his automatic response, aggravation already seeping into his tone at the all too familiar purr in his ear. “ yours is the one i’d like to forget the most, ” teddy adds around the rim of his glass as another splash of amber liquid burns down his throat. his senses are far too numbed to be bothered at this point, but he has a sinking feeling he’ll be re-tasting his dinner come morning. his limbs won’t quite cooperate as he turns to her, blatantly dropping his gaze to her exposed cleavage before they climb toward her face and over the swell of her cupid’s bow. “ and she’s gotta be twenty-one if she’s serving here. that’s good enough for me. but i can understand your jealousy—i’m a goddamn catch you just can’t seem to keep on the hook. it’s kind of ironic considering you’re a literal hooker. or at least almost one. ” teddy doesn’t stifle the laugh that swells in his chest at his own joke as he finishes his drink and lifts a pair of fingers to the rolling eyes of the server. “ speaking of, don’t you have some dicks to be sucking right now? i mean, i have one available if your schedule’s clear. ”

his long winded attempt at humor doesn’t go unnoticed, how could it when he’s doing his utmost to get her secondhand drunk off of his whiskey breath; as if she needed a helping hand but the effort is somewhat appreciated.  ‘  eighteen, actually, but you barely got a ged so i can understand why you had trouble reading the fine print of the law.  ’  his words are meant to wound but they lack the vehemency he’s grasping at as they hit like little pinpricks of annoyance all over her form while his gaze takes the scenic route to meet her own, rapidly losing momentum around the curves.  ‘  i  hit my dicks sucked quota on tuesday actually so i’m on sabbatical. but you’re right, i just can’t get enough of that shrimp dick.  ’   she swivels her hips on the stool to face him, fingers threading through brunette strands that glisten under the gaze of a neon moon.  ‘  whip it out right now, baby, give me a taste.  ’  her tongue darts out to wet the ample arc of her lower lip as she ups the ante with her breathy tone before the corners loft into something more reminiscent of a taunt than a simper.  ‘  if you can.  ’

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˚　 . ⊹    𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈    :     @wtcddy​   .

What drew you to me?

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luxuriesbit‌:

   𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖐𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗:    i  feel   like  we  both   have   very   different   versions   of   acceptable   answers  here.

𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌     :     well  yeah  .  there’s  the  fun  answer  and  then  theres  yours  .

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luxuriesbit‌:

𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖊𝖞  𝖐𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗   →  𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓

     𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖐𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗:    come  get  morning  tea  with  me,  rehersals  finished  early  ?

𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌     :     do  you  mean  hot  or  like  long  island  . 𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌     :     there’s  only  one  acceptable  answer  .  fyi  .

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unspokenvows‌:

Social obligations were less stressful when he didn’t have Matty with him. The child running around the reception area with a toy that his ‘Popo’ gave him. Oliver swore to himself he was going to go bald from stress before the day was over. He had seen many faces in attendance, some he knew, some he didn’t. There there was the person he stared at from across the room. Helping his son get situated to eat a sandwich he bound towards the figure with a mission in his head.

“I didn’t think you would make it.” He could hear the tired rasp of his own voice, but he hoped it came out more intimidating in nature. God forbid him for having a day to himself to mourn without his siblings or his son or his Judas of a wife ruining it for him. Oliver let out a soft sigh seeing no reason to turn the other away just yet.

it had been her intention from the start to go unnoticed, slip in and out without so much as a by your leave and the simple black dress clinging to her form allowed her to blend in with the crowd easy enough. perhaps it was the only thing in her closet that could be considered nice even if it was well used, a sheath she pulled on for moments like these when she felt the need to crash a funeral for the free sandwiches. the femme offers a terse smile around her next bite of turkey and cheese after the only other person in the room who looks like they need a drink more than her closes the gap she’d intended to keep.  ‘  i’m going to need you to take the judgement in your tone and turn it down a few notches because that shit it fucking loud.  ’  she speaks after the edge in his voice cuts through the dull ache settled at the base of her skull.  ‘  i figured this party would need a breath of fresh air and i was right, as always.  ’    

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wtcddy‌:

—any place with saloon in the title isn’t necessarily his scene, yet here he is, whiskey-drunk and slumped against the worn edge of the counter. his sluggish gaze follows the girl flitting around behind the bar who is surely sick of his presence by now if the subtle jabs in response to his pick-up attempts are anything to go by. he chalks it up to the way he slurs with a heavy tongue as he orders another drink—his fifth, he thinks—and sucks back a long swig as soon as it materializes in his hand. “ must be a bad place to find company, ” he unwittingly muses aloud, dragging half laden eyes past the shoulders of the other bar patrons to survey the next batch of yapping teenagers who somehow made it past the bouncer. “ could find more life in a goddamn cemetery. ” 

for someone whose primary source of income was compiled from getting in the good graces of her patrons, it would certainly benefit the petite girl to plaster a smile on her face and affect some of that southern charm she’d seen showcased on the hallmark channel in the wee hours of the morning. but iris was far more fire and brimstone than sweet tea and late afternoon sunsets and anyone who truly knows her isn’t shocked in the slightest at the delight she takes in being nothing more than a vexing presence on either side of the scarred bartop. truth be told, she much preferred adding outrageous tips to the tabs that remained open at the end of the night after she’d driven them well past the point of intoxication over actual complacency any day and by the looks of it the male seated at the bar was well on his way there all on his own. pity her shift had ended an hour ago but still she lingers, doing her best to nurse her own drink back to life. ‘  dunno,  ’  she muses around her next serving of g and t,  ‘  that ones kind of cute if you’re into jailbait.  ’

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sup demons! it’s your local trash queen madd coming at you with yet another bad and boujee intro. ( read here as there’s a stupid boujee graphic to distract you from how bad the intro is ksksks ) i’ll put a bit about my lil gremlin under the cut and all you have to do is smash that little heart and we can get down to business to defeat the huns :) tw drug use, murder, abuse, and a whole bunch of bs-ing on my part. 

( danielle campbell, 23, cisfemale, she/her ) — whoa, was that IRIS VITALE i just saw at FULL THROTTLE? i’ve seen them around town before, they’ve been here for TWENTY YEARS. from what i’ve heard, they work for the OHARA family. for a INFORMANT, they’ve been known to be -APATHETIC and -VITRIOLIC, but can also be +DAUNTLESS and +CORPOREAL. i hope they don’t cause too much trouble!

iris was just another bastard child born into the gang life. her mother was an escort for the deluca family, her father unknown. her early childhood life was filled with about as much sunshine and rainbows as you could expect.

her mother was really great at parenting, you know, when she wasn’t passed out with a needle in her arm or getting her ass beat by whatever prince charming she was living with for that month.

iris learned to adapt to new places early on, how to cook her own cans of spaghettios by the age of five, how to make mama healthy by helping inject her medicine into whatever vein she could find in her toes or the backs of her knees.

and she was a pretty little thing even then, loved by all, perhaps loved a little too much. momma had a nasty habit of not paying her debts and as she grew older the responsibility fell upon iris to take care of the debt by whatever means necessary.

watching the way her mother dealt with life and problems she learned a whole new set of morals, or lack thereof. and the stellar parenting job done eventually ended with her finger on the plunger that caused her mother’s fatal overdose.

but even after all of that she still wanted to make something of herself, to get out. with all of the moving around and late nights, she didn’t exactly have the grades for college. so when one of those army recruiting booths showed up in her high school cafeteria promising her a new life for the low low price of a four year commitment who was she to say no?

and it was a really fantastic couple of years. she became a combat medic and she learned some new skills, traveled, got a great tan. it was like spring break in ibiza if you ignored the flying bullets and pretended your bunk was equipped with goose down pillows like any five star hotel.

but working for the government didn’t pay quite as well as she wanted it to and they had all of these pesky rules that she wasn’t exactly the best at following. like …. don’t get caught sleeping with your commanding officer!

so iris got handed her divorce papers from uncle sam in the form of a dishonorable discharge and headed back home for a new lease on life.

whatever goals she’d had as a teen fell by the wayside and it was all too easy for her to slip into a life she knew like the back of her hand. now twenty-one and with youth still on her side she decided to capitalize it, renewing her loyalties to the deluca family she picked up a job dancing at heaven on some nights, with the possibility of a whole lot more if you slipped her an extra couple of bills under the proverbial table.

but perhaps by a stroke of pure dumb luck, the only time she actually paid attention in class was when they had a short little lecture on capone and his many issues with the government. so she picked up a job slinging drinks at full throttle for tax purposes which is where you can find her most nights either behind the bar or wasting her feeble paycheck on well drinks. ( also because she has a great time sassing customers and threatening unruly patrons with the baseball bat she keeps behind the bar. his name is alfie )

but her loyalty to anything other than her latest fix was always a little circumspect and a few months ago she signed on to be an informant of sorts for the oharas so ..... watch out for that to literally blow up in her face.

SKIP TO HERE IF YOU DON’T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT HER PAST!

she’s kind of a little unhinged? she holds it together pretty well most of the time but her absolute lack of morality is …. an issue.

she’s got quite the mouth on her and isn’t afraid to lash anyone who gets too near.

likes the sad eyes bad guys mouth full of white lies.

overflowing with sarcasm.

she’s got a pretty bad habit of lying but is also blessed with the gift of brutal honesty when it suits her.

doesn’t like to play those woe is me my childhoood was so rough games, lacks sympathy, gets angry and throws things.

has a cat who hates…….everything

5′2″ but her attitude is 6′1″

will do just about anything to chase any sort of high but coke is hands down her favorite.

has 0 filter when it comes to anything

has a plethora of tattoos to match her bad attitude and a few piercings to boot ( nothing crazy. her money maker isn’t a pin cushion. )

typically dresses a little like a bum. ripped jeans, beanies, torn fishnets and combat boots. short dresses and messy hair. high waisted shorts and body suits. war torn chucks. your typical trash millennial.

she’s basically your local beth cassidy throwing herself off the top of the pyramid and daring death to take her.

loves cheese fries, picante chicken ramen, and sliding across the floor in her socks.

says fuck……..a lot. probably has a thing for your dad. ..... and ur mom. we’re equal opportunity here with the mommy and daddy issues.

she’s a mole in the deluca family for the oharas. 

i am .... a total hoe for pinterest so if you want to check out her board thats here.

OH HEY LOOK I THOUGHT OF SOME PLOTS FOR ONCE

after a rough childhood she picked up a passion for self defense and not being taken advantage of again so if someone wants to be like a sort of sparring partner that would be cool beans.

i’m honestly….. i love angst so much so give me some terribly toxic on/off relationship. male or female, doesn’t matter.

a roommate! an old friend from when she was a kid maybe if they’re in the same gang or some poor soul she found on craigslist if they’re a normal civilian.

cross gang friendships? sign me up.

saltmates, someone she can just complain with and gossip with and hate 98% of humanity with.

she spent the majority of her life around here so some ex from high school would be groot. make it angsty and toxic pls!

good influences! she needs some of those in her life though i warn you she will probably make your muse go bald in the process.

maybe someone who really helped turn her head to working for the oharas

annnnnd theres nothing like a good enemy plot .

this has been the worst plot list ever in the history of the world

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She was a paradox, a burning paradox no one wanted to go near. She craved solitude and the solace you could only find in the arms of a lover. Her mind was a universe and sometimes it was a dark hole. And who wanted to be loved one moment and burned in the next?

who wants a paradox? (via c0ntemplations)