#whitelace

[ghostsbox]

" -- valerie? " he is momentarily stunned , frozen in place ; that period is blurry , definitely , but he'd seen her nearly every night at his preferred bar , for a couple months. one of many stops in the worst years of his life , but she'd been good to him. still , his smile is just a little strained , thinking of the light she must remember him in. " it's been a while , huh. " @whitelace

#whitelace #⸻ you take yourself with you : writing. #⸻ paging doctor sleep : verse.

[b4rren]

[ 17 ] a city rooftop with lightning in the distance

@whitelace / accepting.

this is often the only time he has anymore to enjoy being in public; or, some semblance of it. on a rooftop, alone, overlooking the rest of the population as they socialize. the nice thing about cities is that there's always something happening. someone is bustling somewhere. someone is laughing at something. listening to the world move around him keeps him occupied.

it also illustrates his loneliness. profoundly so.

he turns, too quick to be normal, when he hears the door open directly behind him. he stands still, extremely so, like if he doesn't move then she won't notice him. a moment later, he gives up. "hi. i can leave. uh, if you want to be alone."

#whitelace #he's debating would it be too dramatic to jump over the side to avoid human interaction? #probably #ans.

[de2thletter]

❝ ⸺ baby, dump his ass. you don't need him. "

@whitelace , nyota and val, liked.

#whitelace #ch: nyota uhura. #( queue. )

[americanedpsychoarchived]

❛  i  think  you’re  overreacting  a  bit.  ❜  he  is  sitting  on  his  expensive  leather  chair  in  his  apartment  as  he  nurses  a  glass  of  scotch  as  he  looks  at  @whitelace.    ❛  i  wasn’t  hitting  on  her  —  whatever  that  is  meant  to  mean.  dining  with  another  woman  with  the  discussion  of  politics  and  good  restaurants  in  the  area  does  not  make  me  a  bad  guy,  ❜  he  takes  another  sip  as  he  reminds  himself  that  the  duct  tape  is  in  one  of  his  cupboards.  leaning  forward,  but  not  wanting  to  make  it  obvious,  ❛  you  need  to  stop  having  a  go  at  me  for  talking  to  the  opposite  sex  —  what  are  we,  anyway?    ❜  he  has  been  holding  in  his  laughter  but  he  bursts  out  laughing.  ❛  oh,  please,  you  are  going  to  give  me  a  migraine.  i  have  never  had  migraines  before  i  met  you.    ❜  he  dramatically  puts  a  hand  over  his  forehead. 

#whitelace #dynamic tag : pending. #pls sdfasdlfa

[corsey]

it could’ve been a lot worse .  rifat!

Prompts, accepting

"You should say fuck the haters." Fist to bar. "I shall say it with you. Right now. Come! Say right now. Right now fuck the haters."

#whitelace #*Valerie #*Rifat #AU: Modern #two very normal well adjusted people to be interacting

[walkeddeath]

I’m only human. And you are …all-consuming.

"aw c'mon, val, you're gonna give me a complex." she teases, blushing softly, ducking her head like she can't bear to hear the sweet talk. a few thoughts race, teeth bite at her bottom lip, nose scrunching as she returns her gaze to the other. "y'sayin' i'm not human or somethin'?" almost on cue, completely without her input, her eyes glow distantly, blink and miss it, but there in the depths.

"cause y'know, i don't think you're only human. you're far from only. you've got a voice that i swear y'had to get from the gods." it's a bit over the top, but gen means it. even if it's followed by a laugh, bright and bubbly and kind, they mean every word.

"don't let me go and consume all your thoughts, darlin', though it'd only be fair since y'keep doin' the same to me." bracelets shift as she reaches out for val's hand, lacing their fingers together, lingering in the moment before smiling and tugging her up from her seat. "c'mon, i love this song, i wanna dance and i need a partner and i'm 'fraid that's you."

#whitelace #IDK WHAT THIS IS BUT IM SOFT

[curseplay]

@whitelace sent : i just wanted to see you one more time. [ ACCEPTING. ]

❝ oh, ❞ she says plainly, because it's not the answer she was looking for. paris stands and stares at her from atop the stage before going back to coiling amp wires.

SILK is getting big, but not we have a whole team of roadies to help us deconstruct the stage big. not yet. lauren and andie have paid their dues, but paris sticks back, rattled enough by the sight of valerie in the audience to be rendered mostly useless. at first, they'd assumed the footfalls across the now - empty room was one of them coming to pack her ass up. but no, there she is, with those flaming locks of auburn hair just like dolly parton warned everyone about.

paris isn't lucky enough to assume this will end well. "well" being . . . valerie pressing her hands to her heart and professing that breaking up was a mistake. no, if anything, she's en route to smash their guitar over their head.

one more time, as in . . . i'm hoping never to see you again. except for maybe tabloids in the aisles of supermarkets someday.

❝ did you enjoy the show ? ❞ they ask, cringing slightly as their voice echoes across the venue. they don't think they'd be able to if the roles were reversed. ❝ i saw you in the audience. that's why i tripped over my foot, ❞ among other reasons.

#whitelace #the turnaround was QUICKKKK on this one ladies and gents #: /‏‏‎ ♯ answer. … something you still seek. ' #: /‏‏‎ ♯ verse: 03. … i know a place.���'

[malka-lisitsa]

After love, no one is what they were before.

A lot of things run through Katherine's mind at this. Thoughts. Emotions. She was quiet for a good long while before she finally found the words she wanted to say.

"Love is like any other weapon. Like any other blade. It can be so pretty, and it's always safe in the hands of someone who knows what it means to hold it. Who knows how to handle it with care.

Or it can be used against you. It cuts deeper than any weapon a man can make, capable of slicing through bone in one fell swoop. A blade so sharp, so pristine.... of course in the wrong hands it can leave you with a gaping wound that never heals.

Sometimes it can even be used against you in your own hand. When you're so driven to love them you cut yourself and bleed just to see if they'll heal your heart.... even when you know for a fact they don't care about you anymore. Or ever I guess. Some people you think you know..... turns out they're just better liars than you." Katherine swallowed hard and crossed her arms defensively before she continued.

"See that's the problem with love, is it involves dangerous levels of trust and some of us get cut over and over again throwing ourselves on the blade just hoping maybe this time.... maybe this one will be different.

But you never really know who a person is until you let them in, and the problem with that is by the time you let them in you're already dead. By the time you realize they're just like everyone they promised they'd never be you've already let them in and handed them that blade and if youre lucky?" She let out an almost wet bark of laughter as she stepped closer.

"If you're lucky they whisper a tiny little apology while they twist that knife in you. Because that makes it better. You know. The apology changes the fact that they gutted you."

The vampire paused and chewed on her lip a little before she continued.

"That's why love is the most powerful force in the universe. Capable of healing, building, or hurting and obliterating a person all in one go. No one is ever the same after love because love will always leave a mark. What kind depends on who you handed that blade too."

#Answered #whitelace #every time #every single time you send an ask about love Katherine has a novels worth to say #every time without fail she just goes off

[americanedpsycho]

@whitelace asked, Whatever  there  is  between  you  two  I  don’t  want  to  know  about  it.

❝  i  don’t  understand  what  you  mean.  ❞  he  doesn’t  look  up  from  the  papers  on  his  desk,  pushing  his  glasses  towards  his  face  as  he  lazily  discards  the  piece  of  paper  that  contains  the  client’s  details  and  their  accounts.  ❝  there  is  nothing  goin’  on  between  me  and  my  secretary.  jean  is  sufficient.  she  has  a  talent  that  no  one  possesses  before,  you  know,  with  organizing  my  dates  of  business  parties,  the  invitations,  the  dinner  reservations,  all  of  that.  ❞  he  pauses  then  for  a  dramatic  effect,  looking  up  at  her  with  a  smile.  ❝  has  that  eased  your  clingy  and  overdramatized  thoughts?  ❞

#whitelace #he is horrid lmfao

[pohlepen]

       ❝    now my life is sweet like cinnamon, like a fucking dream i’m livin’ in.    ❞

spotify top 100 meme / 13! / radio - lana del rey / @whitelace

#whitelace #( and it would be a lana song for them ESDGRFH )

[de2thletter]

dallas winston has always lived selfishly and pridefully; the one time he did swallow pride down to beg on his hands and knees for help, it was chewed up and spat back in his face. he's remained convinced his whole life up to now that no one cares, or at least no one cares enough. so, when she'd begged him to stop, to listen to her, not to throw his life away--- dallas paid little heed, selfishly running headfirst into trouble.

now, her anger looms large, rushing out of her. he's running his mouth too amid her words, but she only speaks louder, prying her hands away from him. it's only until she points out that he's bleeding does he pause.

there's indeed a cut across his temple and into his hairline, his greasy hair matted against and poking at the wound. wincing briefly as he swipes his fingers across, staining his fingertips with crimson, dallas is all wild grin, despite the upset @whitelace has already expressed because of his recklessness. " just another battle scar, baby. ----will you untwist your panties ? i'm here and i'm alive! were you really that scared for me? " / continued.

#not good at all ://// #whitelace #& / dallas winston. #( queue. )

[shivcomplex]

@whitelace . . . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep .

it's much too early to be, and there's no other way to put it (she's been trying the whole car journey over), chasing after girls. nevertheless, here she is. it's still dark outside and shiv's adorning sunglasses to conceal her tired eyes. it's quiet inside the airport despite the signs of life; everyone looks ready for bed, slumped into plastic chairs or leaning half-awake against support beams.

shiv glances around, spotting a big glittery sign sitting on a chair. she only takes a quick look around before picking it up; 'WELCOME HOME GRANDMA!' she's satisfied, tucking it under her arm as she hovers around the gate, waiting.

it doesn't take long, the vibration of another text felt through her pocket. shiv holds up the sign in front of her chest, a smirk on her face as valerie's eyes catch her. "hey grandma," shiv chimes once she's closer, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair, "i told you i'd be here. you look... tired."

#i'm thinking like. college time. val works at the bar or wtvr. they've just been absently texting since they met #and shiv was like ur comign to nyc?? brb. just girls being silly.. nuffink serious.. #verse 6: pre-canon. #whitelace

[ladybellatrix89]

Cute handmade Lolita skirt

Una adorabile e leggera gonnellina realizzata per @pinkotora , con piccoli tigrotti (naturalmente rosa) e archi di fiori di rose 🌹Con cerniera zip invisibile sul fianco, e solo il dietro della vita é elasticizzato.Il primo merletto con motivo di fiocchi é cucito direttamente sull'orlo della gonna, il secondo più alto ed elaborato é fissato all'orlo della fodera (bianchissima per fare esaltare i colori del tessuto superiore 🤍) Notare nelle ultime foto i dettagli del pizzo: sono ricamati in filo colore oro tante silhouette di gattini che sembrano giocare con i fiori 😻

#fattoamano #fattosumisura #commissioned #commission #handmadeskirt #gonnafattaamano #agofiloenuvola #roses #tigers #pinktiger #whitelace #details #tailored #madeinmantova #madeinitaly #seamstress #seamstressesofinstagram #dettagli #altfashion #cute #cutedetails #lacetrim #shirredskirt #fullskirt #plussizefriendly #oncommission #labottegadeitessuti #springtheme #springvibes #littletigers

[guitarprince]

“ dance with me? “

he couldn't resist @whitelace . not even if he tried. helpless to the allure of hazel eyes in the light of flickering candles , her voice is a siren song as she tenderly pleads with him, gathering his hands in hers.

feet land with a soft thump on the floor as eddie hops down from the kitchen counter, allowing valerie to lead him to a more spacious spot. radio static evens out to deliver etta james' rich voice as his fingers intertwine with hers, his other hand resting at the small of her back.

they were supposed to be baking a pie together--- pecan, his favorite. but, the whole neighborhood's power blacked out , leaving them with nothing else but the steady radio and its periodic updates in between the DJ's wisecracks and music. it wasn't such a bad way to spend the night, he'd say. / meme.

#whitelace #💀 ❯❯ oh the trials and tribulations of metalhead royalty / mainverse. #💀 ❯❯ i'll wait till your love comes down. i'm under your spell / whitelace. #inbox messages. #( queue. )

[b1acksuede]

[ defend ]  val defending ferris's reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

she's a flurry of auburn , lace , and 'fuck you's' , her own fist flying forward to connect with the other man's chin. it successfully knocks him backwards , but not quite off his feet because he surges forward the next minute, sights set back on valerie , sneering with his own hand cocked back. but , ferris having recovered from the punch thrown by their assailant earlier , pushes her out of the way and blocks the attack, delivering a direct hit to his windpipe.

turning to @whitelace , crimson drips down his nose, staining lips and teeth. if she looked hard enough , she may catch the smile that briefly crosses his lips , like a hound thrilled by the blood . " party's over, hotshot. let's get outta here--- "

#ferris: am i into this.... #whitelace #» main : if not himself then he has naught. #inbox messages. #( queue. )