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[pohlepen]

everyone shut up i get to see @sherez this weekend 🥺✨🥰

#“ ⍀ ooc. « i called about the mountain bike and the locked ipad. #( ill be quiet because i get to see plum like once a year and im gonna be relentlessly annoying her this entire weekend 😌❤️ )

[pohlepen]

[...] only the Sinister could soothe me [...]

E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born, tr. Richard Howard

#“ ⍀ introspects. « house on legs / house on fire / house infested.

[pohlepen]

like this for an in character ask since my brain is mush for drafts and asks  ♡

#“ ⍀ ooc. « i called about the mountain bike and the locked ipad. #( gonna try and get a few of these out tonight!!! Still okay to like if you want a frankie in your inbox )

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"marry someone sane and patient and kind. marry someone who is all of those things all of the time and not just when he feels like it."

       ❝  what's this about?  or are you just feeling overly sentimental?  ❞     either way, it dries the spit in her throat. makes her feel a little ill. what do they know that she doesn't? what are they saying without saying? it's not the first time they've done this. and maybe, if she had to pick something to dislike about the corinthian, it would be how unnervingly knowing they are. the way they can read her like a book, stain-torn pages and all. well practiced micro expressions do little to protect against his insightful eye, no one splits her open quite like he does.    ❝  if you're speaking of morpheus, you're usually less vague,  ❞    it's spoken with a hint of laughter, nervous and sharp around the rim. the cherry in her cigarette sits dull, ashy from distraction and she brings it to her lips to invigorate the burn.    ❝  please,  ❞    it doesn't sound half as pitiful as it could.   ❝   you're weirding me out a little.   ❞

#nightmarecountry #“ ⍀ queue. « i am not waiting on the red sea. #( ouch. ) #( they are my babies! )

[pohlepen]

I looove ppl with praise kinks like god let me praise you when you do something cute,,, let me shut off your brain with compliments and make you desperate for more,,, hang onto my every word and I'll show you how good it feels to be adored

#“ ⍀ desires. « i like the taste of blood in my teeth. #( :^) ) #( yeah. )

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#“ ⍀ desires. « i like the taste of blood in my teeth. #( lets bring back nsfw gifs that are obviously from corn ) #( saying that so the bots don't come for me ) #( anyway!!! ) #( slide up her dress and bend her over something and FU----- ) #nsfw / #usfw / #nsfd / #usfd / #body form tw / #gif tw / #( aight i think that's tagging everything )

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´ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ   𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀   𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 saturday 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ´  - original character by viv

#Wtrss #“ ⍀ promotion. « i looked away / you were on fire. #( we love Viv and peachy girl! )

[pohlepen]

who's smoking with frankie on this fine 4/20?

#“ ⍀ ooc. « i called about the mountain bike and the locked ipad. #( she'll smoke you out but you have to bring a pizza ) #( or Chinese food ) #( or anything really ) #1

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Isadora (1966) | dir. Ken Russell

#“ ⍀ aesthetic. « the air out here is like amphetamine. #fire tw / #gif tw /

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"you're sick." it's a hiss (spiteful? approving?) from behind clenched teeth as the second corinthian bullies frankie up against the bathroom wall, nearly cracking her head into the mirror (god knows how many men have done that to her, men that claimed to be far nicer than the corinthian would ever pretend to be). over her shoulder he catches his own reflection, his rigor-mortis grins, the white eyelashes framing snarling teeth. it doesn't feel like him today, feels like he's looking at the ghost of his predecessor.

he's wondered before if dream ever feels like that, if they can't stand seeing morpheus in their reflection, but he doubts very much that the lord of nightmares has much in common with his failed creations.

loathing the mirror, he drags her away from it. cold hands on her waist, his skin crawling. the knives in their holsters aching for him to draw them out, to do what he's actually made for and not this nauseating parody of intimacy they've dragged each other into.

"not in here. you didn't fuck him in here."

[ yknow i originally intended for this to just be corinth shoving her around a bit but i guess they're getting freaky again. and it's morpheus's fault because of course it is, but now he's not even ALIVE so they're like TRULY just chasing memories of him together. jesus christ. ]

       back to the wall, all she can hear is the heartbeat in her throat. he could kill her, if he wanted to. she wouldn't be the first of his victims. but they're got their little dance going and it works for them both. at least they both pretend it does. he gets to lap the taste of dream from between her thighs and she gets to pretend, for a couple of minutes at least, that she's not achingly and entirely alone.

       the apartment is dimly lit, his doing. she assumes it's so he doesn't have to fully look at her, though there's something cat-like about the way his eyes shine against the dull backdrop of her home. outside the cherry blossoms are in blooming in full, their soft pink petals falling in the street like the rest of garbage outside her fifth floor walk up.

       ❝  not here,  ❞     she parrots, fingers in the loops of his pants and pulling him toward the painfully empty kitchen. the bedroom is the last place she and morpheus were together and she wants it to stay that way. just for tonight, just while she's sober enough to put up a fight and desperately cling to the memories they shared. half forgotten things now, she holds to the bits of him she's still got. kisses his nightmare with more teeth than lip and nearly purrs into his mouth when he bites back just as sharply. there's blood on her lips and it swells on her tongue, she sucks it from the teeth of the thing pretending to be a person and gasps a little at the roughness he rewards her with.

       they both know what this is, that this toxic thing will run its course soon enough. but for now, just for tonight, she revels in how nice it feels to be seen and held by another.

#nightmarecountry #( what do i even tag this as ) #( you already know wtf going on here ) #nsfw /

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STATISTICAL  CHARACTER  PERSONALITY TEST  ♡ take  the linked  quiz  from  the  perspective  of  your  character,  then  select  5 - 10  results from  the  complete  matches  list  that  you  feel  resonate  with  your  character  the most.

jack sparrow ( Pirates of the Caribbean ): 86%

kate austen ( LOST ): 85%

jessa johansson ( Girls ): 85%

tyler durden ( Fight Club ): 83%

mystique ( X-Men ): 82%

fleabag ( Fleabag ): 81%

ilana wexler ( Broad City ): 80%

maddy perez ( Euphoria ): 78%

izzie stevens ( Grey's Anatomy ): 75%

june osborne ( The Handmaid's Tale ): 75%

tagged by: stolen from @heuretourne tagging: PLEASE steal and tag me <3

#“ ⍀ dash games. « i heard something in the wind. #( what if i bring this back for no reason other than it's good as fuck ) #( also yall should do it )

[pohlepen]

i haven't forgotten about these!! 😭✨

like this for an in character ask since my brain is mush for drafts and asks  ♡

#“ ⍀ ooc. « i called about the mountain bike and the locked ipad. #( unfortunately work has sucked the life out of me L #( medical field girlie's get it ) #( when Kendrick said 'temperament bipolar I choose violence' That was my job talking to me actually L #( i could cry! But that's work for ya so ) #( maybe eventually I'll have a job that doesn't suck the soul outta mean ) #( okay enough pathetic whining I WILL get to these ) #( also play the touchstarved demo on steam if you haven't and convince me to make another blog I have no time for #( okay xoxo love yall bye )

[pohlepen]

like this for an in character ask since my brain is mush for drafts and asks  ♡

#“ ⍀ ooc. « i called about the mountain bike and the locked ipad. #( im just out here braindead as fuck i guess ) #( these might be short as hell we'll see sedgfnhbn )

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       she uses the corner of her sleeve to wipe the blood from his lip, sopping up the residual liquid with the lightly colored fabric. it’ll stain. she doesn’t care. all she cares about now is the cooling body of her dead husband and the way his corpse has already started to bloat. it’s grotesque and she has to refrain from smiling, from laughing a little too loudly at the starkness of their situation. there’s a nervous tick to the swiftness in her movements, a thudding pound to the way her heart pumps her cheeks a flush pink. the sinewy muscles within her tense, mouth opening to speak then closing when she comes away with nothing to say. instead, she leans in and presses an unusually soft and far too sentimental kiss to his cheek.    ❝  thank you.  ❞

❝ — don't get it twisted. i didn't like him very much to begin with. we're all better off. "

@pohlepen , ferris and frankie , liked.

#de2thletter #( frankie vc: :D yay dead husbands oops i am having real feelings now ) #( ferris is the only motherfucker in this city i respect )

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Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney in ANYONE BUT YOU (2023) dir. Will Gluck

#“ ⍀ desires. « i like the taste of blood in my teeth. #( laughing during sex is actually so healthy ) #( it doesn't always have to be so serious L #( frankie will cuddle you but you csnt spend the night xoxo ) #NSFW / #Gif tw /

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[derek] ❝ shit. sorry. that was… that was a really fucking stupid, insensitive thing to say. ❞

       ❝  do i seem like i care?  ❞    half bent over the bar, lips liquor sticky and swollen from the salt on the rim of her drink, she shrugs an answer back to him.    ❝  i’m glad-  ❞    she begins, but stops herself and busies her mouth with the booze instead. you can’t tell strangers that you’re glad your mother is dead, it doesn’t bode well for politeness. and she's not keen on telling random people her personal business, but something about the alcohol and the vaguely hurt look in this guy's eye has her feeling somewhat more open than usual. he hadn’t really asked, either. he’d made a tipsy, half-right comment, and she’d dignified it with a snapping quip of a reply. now, that emotion feels silly. too intense for this type of place on this type of night. still bristled, frankie inhales as casually as positive and softens herself. she opens her body like a church at night, a lone beacon of light in the dark of the world. or maybe she’s more like a defective lighthouse, something that only blinks when it really needs attention. either way, any trace of apprehension and bite slip away and she’s left as raw as usual.    ❝  it’s alright,  ❞    she flags down the bartender, offering the man beside her a shallow grin.    ❝  the next round is on me.  ❞ / @formshaper ( derek )

#formshaper #“ ⍀ queue. « i am not waiting on the red sea. #derek tag tbd. #( hi idk what this is )

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       ❝  oh yeah, you’re going to hell for that,  ❞   she offers him a toothy grin, obviously teasing. at least she hopes it’s obvious to him. she gets the same preferential treatment as he does; the first class flights when traveling are a luxury she’s never experienced before. it’s hard to say no to free champagne and extra leg room, frankie’s intimately familiar with that.    ❝  so when’s your next flight and which part of the bahamas are you going to?  ❞

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“ I only take flights from DC to here because I know he’d complain if I took   the time to drive. He’s impatient like that. But he pays for my flight so I guess   he’s an okay friend. Geez, I feel like TAYLOR SW1FT. ”

#cardiomyapathy #“ ⍀ queue. « i am not waiting on the red sea. #( curt my beloved. ) #( this has been in my drafts far too long )