All Iâm sayinâ, you keep fuckinâ with Rue and her friends, and I'mma kill you.
EUPHORIA
2x01 â Trying to Get to Heaven Before They Close the Door
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open for:Â anyone.
event:Â wonderland grand opening.
     Being a wallflower was never an option for Rachel. No, she once ruled this town as a teenager with fire in her belly. Perhaps that fire has since turned into a simmer, as she feels herself fading as the night grows long. Her brown eyes wander, brows slightly furrowed in thought. Sheâs two vodka sodas down, feeling only a slight buzz. What Rachel doesnât fully comprehend is that this wasnât a high school party. There was nobody and nothing to conquer, nobody to impress with tying a cherry stem in her mouth. This was an event filled with people who didnât give a damn, people who just wanted to dance under neon lights and drink. Maybe that upset her to some capacity, feeling that helpless.Â
Her hand raises, the tips of her fingers brushing over her lips, still in thought. Finally she turns, locating the nearest willing stranger. âHave you danced yet?â Rachel questions, her tone smooth and alluring.Â
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   There was something alluring about the pounding bass in clubs like these. Redd was certain his heartbeat mimicked the tempo, a steady thrum against his ribcage in accompaniment to the cadence of whatever song nearly deafened him (and if he lost the hearing in his left ear heâd have to make full use of the sign languages heâd learned as a child). It was a if his other senses keenly tuned into the music, let him tap into the atmosphere of Wonderland effortlessly, and he too was an attraction with the lights and sway. Heâd spent some time already on the dance floor ---alone, with company, but there were moments to spare before the real fun began.
   One brow cocked at the question - watched the shape of full lips as they spoke it, and further acquainted himself with the one speaking. The waitress. Now, Redd was keen on women, sure ... it was a source of jest among his brothers in arms, but he was keen on her. He tipped her too much, even if she was in a foul mood. He liked to watch her when she balanced dishes on her forearm, the sway of her hips when she moved back and forth from the counter to the kitchen, to the booths for service. A crush, playground shit for sure. Probably because he hadnât slept with her yet. Probably because she either wasnât interested or made it difficult to read. (Heâd argue the second, because no woman inclined toward men on this green planet could refuse him, right? (oh, the ego on him, not even remotely fragile but so very inflated)).Â
    â Not with you. â Dark curls were a bit heavy with slight dampness from the heat of it out there ---so many bodies moving together in accordance to pre-dictated rhythm - but he was willing to dive back in. Drink be damned. He offered his hand out, slick smirk spreading across his lips, lost against the scruff of his beard.
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eloiserichardsâ:
âdonât  look  now .  .  .  but  that  cutie  by  the  bar  is  totally  checking  you  out.  so,  need  me  to  be  your  wingwoman  or  bodyguard?  iâm  good  for  either.â  trying  to  gauge  if  they  were  interested  or  creeped  out.  sheâd  probably  make  a  pretty  terrible  bodyguard  but  it  was  the  sentiment  that  counted.
@retaliationmediaâ
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   Donât look now. And of course the first thing he did? Look. Cold hazel eyes, ones that smirks never quite met (though it was hard to tell with how wide he made them) traced over the figure pointed out to him in conversation. Consideration was made, weighing odds in his head whether it was worse leaving his place in the moment or if it was something to pursue later ---neither won, and he stayed put. For now. â Shyness only works in penny novels and period dramas. Thereâs nothing cute or fun about chasing someone whose unsure of themselves. â He swallowed back a mouthful of beer, the bottle clinking on the counter when he set it down. â Not worth the effort. Thanks, though. â
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MAY 14TH, SATURDAY. WONDERLAND. FT. OPEN TO EVERYONE ( @retaliationmedia )
The opening of Wonderland was something the whole town had seem to talk about and Valeria was excited, the establishment unlike anything else in Lancaster. There had been some special energy coming from the crowd as they waited outside. No one had to tell her, tonight was a great opportunity to get close to certain people. Valeria had the party girl act so perfect that no one suspected the sweet and quiet nature that hid deep into her. The weight of her family on her shoulders, she was expected to use her charms and body to help the Sinful Ones. There were times when she even believed herself, loosing trace of who she used to be. âOpen bar?â she half asked to the one near her. âThe owner really went all out.â There was a soft laugh that escaped, one that lost itself under the volume of the DJ playing. âFuture me wonât be happy, but thatâs a problem for tomorrow, right?â
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   There was something catching about events like this. Redd had been exposed to them in his teen years - parties where the tension was absolutely buzzing, alive on the surface of his skin. Tonight it was different, delicious in a way that had his teeth on edge and his eyes alight. He was alive. It was a moment heâd been waiting for longer than he cared to admit. A high tolerance to alcohol had him easily putting away a few beers with no side-effect, schmoozing with whatever pretty face would entertain his antics before he shifted onto the next. Nothing too catching, lest he lose track of the end goal. When he stopped at the bar for another drink he mused at the familiar face ---everyone played a part tonight, and he nodded. â Seems he did. â When the beer was delivered to his palm he wrapped his fingers around it and raised it, toasting Valeria. â To future youâs tomorrow problems. â
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am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no
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[ Michiel Huisman, Cis Man, He/His, 40 ] Wanted, dead or alive is Renard âReddâ van Daal. They are a carpenter who has been in Lancaster for 1 year. They are affiliated with The Sinful Ones and serve them as the Vice President. People say they are tactful and charming but their enemies would say they are vicious and cruel. They are described as: soft brown curls pushed lazily away from empty hazel eyes, the comfort of an old flannel button-down, hard callouses worn into hands from a lifetime of work.
NAME: Renard van Daal.
NICKNAME(S):Â Redd.
AGE/DOB:Â 39 / March 18, 1982.
OCCUPATION: Carpenter & Vice President of The Sinful Ones.
SEXUALITY: Heteromantic Heterosexual.
NATIONALITY: Dutch-American.
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Dutch, English, ASL, NGT, conversational Spanish.
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown, streaking silver in.
EYE COLOR: Hazel, favoring greys and greens.
HEIGHT: 6â˛0âł.
BUILD: Athletic - lean muscle.
First Generation American for his family, Redd grew up in a house that spoke Dutch first and foremost, and learned English in school. It marked him as an outcast for a short period of his life, but as he was charming even as a child and managed to find himself a place in the fold of his Arizona home.
Neither of his parents were ever involved with the initial gang situation in their hometown. In fact, they preferred to keep their heads down and do honest work, but such was not in the stars for Redd. There was something about the comradery that caught his attention, even if the child was too young to understand the treachery that had been involved in the original bikerâs club.
He attended a trade high school and went on to become a carpenter in his adult life. Redd is very good at what he does, and works freelance, but typically with contractors and architects who may need his skills.Â
Initially he prospected for the Wild Coyotes when as soon as he turned 18, but never patched. When whispers of The Sinful Ones came around he slipped easily to their ranks, quietly, and made himself as useful as he could. After some time he rose steadily, and has been serving as their Vice President for some time.
 He has no issue getting his hands dirty when need-be. Whether or not he lacks a conscience, or his morals are really just that loose, is up to debate.
Prefers to go by Redd. Addressing him by Renard is saved for people he is closest to, and even then heâs not fond of it.
He is almost completely deaf in his right ear from an infection as a child. His parents were told the infection would spread and he would likely lose total hearing, but he was fortunate in that only his right side was affected. Nonetheless, Redd learned ASL as a preventative measure. He knows both ASL and NGT (the Dutch Sign Language branch).
Still retains hints of his accent, but hides it more now in his adulthood. He still speaks fluent Dutch to his parents, who are a bit disappointed in his involvement with all of that gang shit, but they love their son regardless. Theyâre also proud of his trade, and that heâs hard-working.
He has never committed to a serious relationship (nobody has ever held his interest long enough ... or maybe could deal with him that long, and his dedication to the club over anything else), but heâs had a string of lovers and quick-off girlfriends. Itâs occasionally a running joke about his promiscuity, and if he ever mentions bringing his girlfriend along the answer is usually which one or who this time, Redd?
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Iâm made up of black coffee, untamed hair, and poorly supressed anger.
The Never Book (via auideas)
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Send a space thing for questions
Planets: Life
Mercury: Whatâs your full name?Â
Venus: Whatâs your first language?Â
Earth: Whereâs your home?Â
Mars: Whatâs your sexuality?Â
Jupiter: Do you have any siblings?Â
Saturn: Any pets?Â
Uranus: Whatâs your hobby?Â
Neptune: Whenâs your birthday?Â
Pluto: What time is it right now where you are?Â
Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study?Â
Stars: Experiences
Sun: Have you ever had alcohol?Â
Sirius: Have you ever failed a class?Â
Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster?Â
Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country?Â
Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness?Â
Betelgeuse: Whatâs something you can never forget about?Â
Aldebaran: Whatâs something you care desperately about?Â
Canopus:Â Have you ever broken a bone?Â
Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret?Â
Alphard:Â Have you ever lost a friend?
Vega: Whatâs something youâve done that you wish you hadnât?Â
Constellations: Favourites
Centaurus: Favourite holiday?
Orion: Favourite month?
Cassiopeia: Favourite book?
Delphinus: Favourite study?
Hercules: Favourite instrument?
Gemini: Favourite song?
Pegasus: Favourite place to be?
Libra: Favourite colour?Â
Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?
Aries: Favourite movie?Â
Cygnus: Favourite weather?Â
Hydra: Favourite sound?Â
Galaxies: Love/Friends Â
Milky Way: Whoâs your oldest friend? Â
Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social?Â
Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight?Â
Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss?Â
Cigar Galaxy: Howâs your flirting skills?Â
Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much?Â
Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to?Â
Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now?Â
Bodeâs Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer?Â
Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity?Â
Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship?Â
Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup?Â
Other stuff: WishesÂ
Comet: Whatâs your big dream?Â
Asteroid: What does your dream life look like?Â
Meteor: Whatâs something you wish you could tell, but canât?Â
Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be?Â
Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be?Â
Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years?Â
Supernova: Whatâs one thing you want to do before you die?Â
Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be?Â
Wormhole: Whatâs something you wish would happen, but know wonât?Â
Black Hole: Whatâs the last thing you want to see?Â
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Put a tarot card in my inbox and I'll answer the question!
The Fool: What is the stupidest thing your muse has ever done?
The Empress: What would your muse name their children?
Judgement: Would your muse ever go back to their most recent ex-lover?
The World: What has been your muse's greatest success?
The Sun: What was the happiest moment of your muse's life?
Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?
The Hierophant: What is one rule or law your muse would never break?
Strength: Name a time when your muse had to be strong in the face of danger or trouble.
The Star: If your muse had one wish, what would it be?
The Magician: What would your muse draw if given paper and markers?
The Emperor: Name a time your muse has broken the rules.
Death: If your muse had to change something about themselves, what would they change?
The Chariot: If your muse ruled the world, what would they change first?
The High Priestess: What is the smartest thing your muse has ever done?
Temperance: Would your muse remain calm despite the worst circumstances?
The Lovers: At what age did your muse first fall in love?
The Hermit: If your muse were trapped alone on an island, name three things they'd have to have..
The Moon: Has your muse ever had something unexplained happen to them? If so, what?
Justice: What's something your muse has been dying to admit or confess?
The Hanged Man: Name a bad habit your muse can't give up.
The Devil: What was the worst relationship your muse has ever had?
The Tower: What event would trigger your muse's breaking point?
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  ââMichiel Huisman, 2:22.
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