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✄゚*・゚ @hostagefled liked!
“i haven’t been through the same amount of shit you’ve been through, but i understand what it’s like to go through trauma no one else around you seems to understand.”
although he himself was never a target of jigsaw’s games, he’s had his own share of fucked circumstances, biggest being the death of his father. that among other events culminated in a festering internal wound he can’t suture.
“it takes a strong person to come back from something like that. you’ll find your way eventually.” hopefully not his way–will’s a special kind of fucked up, and if admitting it wouldn’t have him eating meals out of a slot for the rest of his life, he’d tell her.
‘ it’s . . . difficult not to let it define you though. ya know ? ─── it’s─ . . . sorry. ‘ a sudden, breathy laugh that drips into bourbon ; saccharine mixing with well - needed bitterness. diana checks herself, lips lingering for a moment before downing the rest of the contents in her glass. ‘ oh boy, you kinda began to sound like my therapist there. ‘ another laugh, raspy but gentle as girl leans herself back into her seat. adjusting the sloppy - fixed bun on her head. ‘ it’s just . . . with everyhting that’s been going on. again. e - everything’s so fucking FUCKED. ‘ a pause. ‘ . . . you can’t help but feel scared. ‘
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me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate
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cutfoot.
… their house of gingerbread tales and sugar - cream icing had crumbled beneath a black boot ( fitting that his divorce would clamber around his shoulders while he was wearing his work shoes … he’s sure there’s a heavy handed metaphor in there about the gods he had chosen to devote himself to and the women he’d left behind in his prayers ). ‘ i know. ’
they sit opposite each other on the couch … his shoulders are tense as he leaned forward, his hands clasped in front of him. he is a sighing man, featureless, aged into a withered tiredness that aches at his very bones. ‘ i know it isn’t. none of us wanted this … we’ve been trying to make this work for so long, alison and i. your mother and me. but i think we all know it isn’t working. ’
@hostagefled … “this isn’t what i wanted.”
AND SO THE MIST BETWEEN THEM THICKENS, it’s dark, and it’s bleak ; it tugs her away from him by her wrist - and what remains now is the nebulous silhouette of a broken man. so close, and yet so far out of reach ──── he’s given up on them, hadn’t he ? right when they needed him the most. ‘ why── ? ‘ girl fights the urge to reach out to the vague shape in front of her ; distorted and blurred from rheumy eyes. what stops her is the feeling of BETRAYAL, so instead she tucks her small hands behind her back. presses herself against them to prevent them from trembling. ( presses herself away from him. ) ‘ . . . you promised. ‘
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Sarah Kane, from 4.48 Psychosis
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just a girl trying not to rip her skin off
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cutfoot.
… worry is his language for diana. every word comes with a vague glint of stone - grey troubles, hand hovering by the side of her face ( even here, he struggles to connect with her : physically, emotionally … the rift stains ). ‘ you’d tell me if it did hit you, wouldn’t you? ’ lawrence murmurs his question, letting his hand fall back to his side. ‘ like an episode of er. drama - filled and hectic. ’
‘ . . . y’know what they say, though ; ignorance is bliss. ‘ diana sighs, catching herself idly picking at fingertips ragged skin. ‘ ‘course i would. don’t even worry about it. ‘ ──── she shifts in place, tucking her hands between her legs and tilts her head back - a rolling motion to stretch her neck a bit. ‘ i bet. got any fun patient stories ? any JUICY gossip ? ‘
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viewskew.
There was always something uncanny about stepping into a cinema in the daylight, only to venture back out into darkness. Something liminal, something magical. To be constantly concerned with time ( making it to work, making it to class, keeping up with deadlines ) only for it to have little meaning at all.
Through one door and out the other- it was like time travel. It ran gentle electric through the air and clawed at the back of her neck- a childish observation, but it made moments like this all the more magical. The dance of light in its majesty waxed carelessly over tarmac, she walked in easy tandem with the other girl.
Eyes flicker to the little lighter in Diana’s hand. There was no room for judgement in these baby blues, it wasn’t like she didn’t know the guitarist liked to smoke. She just felt lucky that right now, the streetlights chasing them home shone too dim for her blush to go unnoticed.
Diana looked so cool.
It was effortless. The fierce hair that demanded your attention, the confidence infused in each stride, the unapologetic joy flushed against soft lips. Corbett took in every wonderful feature, laughter escaping upon confession. “Hm…. maybe.”
“—-hey — that’s ok. I get it. Were the moms too distracting for you?”
Her grin is playful, teasing as gentle bite down on warm cherry prevents it from screaming out too bright- attempt to stop her looking like even more of a dork that she was being. Corbett swallows it, doing her very best not to cough as smoke is exhaled into he night.
“I should have known.” She takes a paused to press the button for the road’s crossing. Whilst there are no cars about, it wasn’t like the student was going to just cross the road whilst the man stood furious in red. Red: DON’T CROSS.
“It wasn’t very good, don’t worry. Very convoluted, too self-indulgent.”
Her eyes flicker back from the little ticking button to the woman next to her, only to find her a little closer than before. “Ah well.” She shrugs, “They all can’t be winners.”
GREEN. Glorious emeralds refract out, chasing the curve of the girls’ faces, bouncing wild colours off the fringes of Diana’s bright strands. Though the man’s silhouette implores them to move, the other’s invitation makes Corbett’s legs turn all at once to stone and jelly.
“Oh! Yeah, right! Your new apartment.” She parrots the information, as if tracking back down the line of syllables shared would lead her to her own response; it had come rather out of the blue. “That—-yeah! I mean, yeah. That sounds great.” The blonde nods, a gentle laughter breathing life into the street. “Can’t wait to see these interior design skills of yours. Bet they’re wild.” Her smile is grateful and eyes wide, the tease of what there could be doesn’t fail to linger in her chest. What crass assumption to make.
Head tilts skywards for a moment as Corbett gets that same chill down her neck, air peculiar as it dares whispers against skin. She reaches her palm out once more to the stars.
“Oh. I think that’s perfect timing.” Her gaze returns to the other as the world twists to red once more: DON’T CROSS. Shards of crimson splatter the ground as the puddles shine back the ghost of the bright little man. DON’T CROSS.
“I think it’s going to rain again.”
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HER LITTLE QUIPS, PERT AND HONEY - LACED. it never failed to make diana laugh ; gently pulling giggle after giggle out her throat with the greatest of ease. corbett was witty and funny ──── and . . . good god, so incredibly PRETTY. she always has been, and bassist would have totally lied if she told you it didn’t make her nervous. she felt like such a child ! ‘ spittin’ straight facts . . . ‘ woman exhales with a raspy huff of laughter at her remark, ready to cross deserted road before noticing the other’s hesitance. she follows suit - scuffing the heel of her shoe against the asphalt as the two wait for the little vibrant man to ALLOW THEM ACROSS. drags her fingers through fuchsia softness and tilts her head slightly askew, a quick glance at the girl next to her. she bites her lip, scarred digit rise once more to scratch on her cheek. . . . diana doesn’t even think about red turning green ; the excitement in corbett’s voice, the thought of continuing the night with her all too distracting - mirroring other’s wide grin with cigarette lingering only INCHES AWAY from her lips. ‘ cool ! yeah, it’s frickin’ cute, dude. you’ll love it. ── i love it. ‘ color shifts yet again and diana puts nicotine - vice between lips, takes a drag whilst taking the blonde’s hand. ‘ no cars, c’mon. ‘ diana says, pulling corbett along as she defies the bright little man’s command and quickly skips across the empty street. how very rebellious of them.
. . . SO, IT LOOKS LIKE THE RAIN CAUGHT THEM, AFTER ALL. diana digs for the key in her now completely drenched bag. ‘ ugh . . . where are you . . . ‘ profanity lurks on the tip of her tongue - ready to ambush. ‘ alright, alright. found it ! ‘ a sniff, wipes her nose with the back of her hand before inserting the small key into the lock and holds the door open for the other to enter. ‘ i’m so excited. hold on── ‘ door shuts behind them, fumbling hand searches for the switch to light up the dark. ‘ cute, right ? kinda small, but . . . cozy as fuck. ‘
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La vie d’Adèle (2013)
“I’m all messed up. I’m crazy.”
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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . ( a series of nsfw prompts , separated by quotes & acts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme . send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts )
→ WORDS .
❛ i’m sorry , you don’t enjoy being teased ? . ❜
❛ you know what i’m waiting for . ❜
❛ keep your hands where they are . ❜
❛ i want you to ride [ me / my fingers ] . ❜
❛ you make the prettiest sounds . ❜
❛ say please . ❜
❛ i want to make this last . ❜
❛ look at me . ❜
❛ i’m yours , only yours - ❜
❛ yeah , just like that - ❜
❛ i’ve barely even started . ❜
❛ i need you . ❜
❛ god , shut up and fuck me already ! ❜
❛ god , yes , [ name ] , don’t stop . ❜
❛ you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this . ❜
❛ who gets to touch you like this ? ❜
❛ come for me . ❜
❛ ah , ah - don’t touch . ❜
❛ brace your hands on the wall . ❜
❛ could you come like this ? ❜
❛ please , let me come - ❜
❛ god , you’re beautiful - ❜
❛ i’ve been waiting for this all night . ❜
❛ you’re such a tease . ❜
❛ take these off . ❜
❛ i want to feel your [ mouth / fingers ] . ❜
❛ do you have any idea how good you taste ? ❜
❛ tell me what you want . ❜
❛ we shouldn’t - ah , we shouldn’t be doing this . ❜
❛ faster , [ name ] , i need more . ❜
❛ is this good ? ❜
❛ keep your eyes open . ❜
❛ i can’t wait to find out what else you can do . ❜
❛ you don’t have to be so gentle . ❜
❛ i want to hear you beg . ❜
❛ can i take this off ? ❜
❛ please , please , please - ❜
❛ you’re doing so well for me . ❜
❛ please touch me . ❜
❛ keep reading , i want to see how long you last . ❜
❛ i’ll buy you another one . ❜
❛ say my name . louder . ❜
❛ i can’t wait any longer . ❜
❛ you feel so good . ❜
❛ you’re going to leave a mark - ❜
❛ touch yourself for me . ❜
❛ do you deserve it ? ❜
❛ did i say you could come ? ❜
❛ i’m so close - ❜
❛ they’re going to catch us - ❜
❛ i want you right here . ❜
❛ we have to be quiet . ❜
→ ACTIONS .
❛ pin . to restrain my muse’s hands during intimacy .
❛ mirror . to have sex with my muse in front of a mirror .
❛ deny . to deny my muse an orgasm .
❛ distance . to have [ phone / video ] sex with my muse .
❛ playlist . to have sex with my muse while music is playing .
❛ paw . to fondle my muse’s [ chest / ass ] .
❛ wall . to pin my muse against a wall .
❛ table . to hoist my muse onto a [ table / counter ] .
❛ clothed . to make my muse come while fully dressed .
❛ finger . to finger my muse .
❛ oral . to give my muse oral .
❛ fervent . to have sex with my muse after a fight .
❛ distraction . to rile my muse up during a film .
❛ mark . to leave marks on my muse [ optional : specify where ] .
❛ tie . to use restraints on my muse during intimacy .
❛ throat . to choke my muse during intimacy .
❛ sparring . for sparring to turn into sex .
❛ toys . to use toys [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ] on my muse .
❛ imagery . to send my muse a risque photo .
❛ drag . to pull my muse closer by a piece of clothing .
❛ tear . to tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body .
❛ shower . to have sex with my muse in the [ shower / bath ] .
❛ sneaky . to sneak away from a gathering to have sex with my muse .
❛ beg . to make my muse beg .
❛ carnal . to [ scratch / bite ] my muse during intimacy .
❛ preoccupied . to rile my muse up as they [ read / work ] .
❛ jealous . to purposefully make my muse react possessively .
❛ dare . to have sex with my muse based off a dare .
❛ read . to re-enact something from a [ book / show / porn ] with my muse .
❛ collapse . to break a bed during sex with my muse .
❛ caught . to get caught with my muse during sex .
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wantslife.
adam can’t stop himself from cringing at the mockery, diana’s speech making it far too easy for him to picture his partner saying that to him — diana would be spared, but adam wasn’t exactly prepared to take the brunt of the disappointment. ( ew. getting scolded is one thing, but if he tries to take on that fuckin’ … dad tone with him, adam’ll lose his shit on sight. ) ‘ if you haven’t noticed, di — ’ words are spoken with the slightest hint of hysterics? — no more getting drunk or high in the house. noted. — or was this just adam’s usual flair for the dramatic? who can say. ‘ — he kinda lets you get away with everything because you’re his baby. i don’t exactly HAVE an excuse … ’
‘ that’s the POINT, dum - dum. ──── pretend you never saw this. ‘ how smart she sounded within her own little hazed mind, and how incredibly fooled she was ! young woman tucks some strands of hair behind her ears before wavering her small frame back up ; dabs some towels she’d received from the kitchen against the DARK SPOTS left on the couch. ‘ i’ve got this. i’ll take the blame. i’ll take it. what is he gonna do, hm ? ground me ? pleaaseee. ‘ diana giggles, carefully she looks at the slightly subdued tints of red across fabric with half - lidded eyes. ‘ look ! like, you can’t even tell. ‘
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what escape the movies could provide. just under two hours of blissful brain numbing goodness blared out into the dark. how perfectly still the setting was, all eyes directed forwards, all hearts directed skywards as the absorbed themselves in the stories of others. how wonderfully plain their lives could be in comparison to neatly packaged drama, hight-octane action, soul-destroying romance.
the anxiety of which skirt to wear or what to say on a night out with diana gordon seemed all the more silly when reflected back against the heat of heartbreak in its wonderful technicolor. that didn’t mean she hadn’t been any less nervous. it was incredibly childish. undeserved expectation mingling with popped-kernels and sticky floors.
she smiles a thanks as she steps into the reality of the night, leaving the stories behind for another day; they become as all things do in time, just another memory. the guitarist’s laughter is like a song, a precious candid stolen away into picture book brimming with snapshots of the night. a playful smile as tickets are handed over, the idle stroll to the complex itself. the twinkle of promise in the invitation, the wonderful surprise that she had even said yes.
“oh, it rained.” an observation of the obvious made as they step out,
“lucky we missed it, huh?”
she raises palm out to the sky to search for any further showers. the coast was clear. the bleached blonde’s digits trace to zip up her jacket, chasing out the little shiver that had chased them out of the warm cinema. another smile escapes, a little brighter- a little braver in the dark as diana’s voice sounds so loud in the quiet of the street.
“of course you would,” is spilled with an unhidden fondness warm in its tone, a nice contrast to the cool air that whipped down the road. “i dunno—- 10/10 is pretty high praise,” she considers playfully, letting her own review melt on her tongue for just a moment. “i don’t know if the moms were even that hot.” she teases, crossing arms across her chest in mock contemplation. corbett denlon was a terrible liar.
“i thought it was good. that one guy was really funny, but I didn’t really get the ending.” she puts her hands into her pockets, not too sure at all what to do with them now.
“was he the guy’s brother or—-?”
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THE COOL AIR, PERSISTENT AND CRISP AGAINST ROSE - TINTED FEATURES FAILS TO BOTHER HER. sunshine - girl conquers whatever cold gust coming their way so effortlessly ──── she always had. and one bright smile was all it took ! it was something about it ; the way it manifested itself in other’s saccharine tunes ; no, diana didn’t need to see it to feel it. and boy, did it make her feel WARM again. slightly squinted eyes drag themselves from overcast figure, fumbling for the pack of cigarettes within the pocket of her oversized coat. staining the stick with crimson as she puts it between lips, swiftly followed by a rosy little lighter - a deep inhale when she sets it ablaze. ‘ shut up, they’re so your type. ‘ vibrant pinks furrow together as grey cloud escape lungs, ‘ dude── can i be honest ? i think i zoned out for a bit there towards the end. sorry. it was okay though, y’know ? i mean, it's no FIGHT CLUB, but . . . ‘ she trails off, another drag of smoke before letting arm fall to her side. diana inches herself closer, gleaning warmth from corbett’s presence. ‘ hey . . . you never got to see my new apartment, right ? you wanna swing by an’ check it out ? it’s just like five minutes from here. ‘
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LICKS THE SWEET OFF HER LIPS BEFORE STRAW FINDS MOUTH AGAIN. not that there’s anyhting left at this point, however diana chews passively on plastic - stopping only to allow a huff of laughter to spill out hot - pink girl’s throat. tone is low, but it’s CANDIED. smiley lips wide and aglow as she drops the empty paper cup into the bin next to the exit and holds the heavy door open for her. leaving the BRIGHT WARMTH of the cinema and enters the night ; the very pungent scent of popcorn refreshingly compensated with one of wet asphalt. looks like it’s been raining. ───── fawn tints linger upon girl’s silhouette where they walk. hidden in darkness, but her coyish smile so evident. so alluring. ‘ yep, you know me── think i’d give the movie a solid 10 / 10 purely because of the smoking hot moms. how ‘bout you ? did you like it ? ‘
@viewskew / continued.
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“ wh — blame me? ” eyes widen as arms cross a small chest. “ i’m not gonna be your scapegoat for when shit goes sideways. again. ” he punctuates his last point , sullen blue eyes watching the waterfall of dark rum fill into the bottle. he can’t be angry at her , or even judge her ( he’s done considerably worse in the name of rebellion ) , so he sits there in compliance. “ … at least let me have some if i’m gonna be your excuse. ”
‘ bro── i said i was sorry. ‘ smile managing to break through a small wince ; cowers at the thought of a very drunk diana and her disgraceful shenanigans. no, poor daniel didn’t have to put up with her as much as he did - but she’s grateful for it ! ‘ no, but seriously. i would never. ‘ pearly whites flash as she brings the BOTTLE forward to him, watching as he puts his lips to the plastic rim. ‘ take a fuckin’ sip, babe ! ‘
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