#murdocktm

    ❝ I enjoy moments like this. Feels like it's just you and me. The eight million other people in this city kinda just fades away for a moment or two. ❞

inside an empty church on a weekday. - matt ( @murdocktm )

★ ╼  Annie’s faith had once been steadfast – she had believed she was chosen to save people. Since she had joined The Seven, her belief in not only God but humanity began to chip away. In Matt she found solace in many ways. Those around her didn’t understand the type of faith they had.  The struggles that came along with it. His presence was comforting to her, and she hoped he felt the same about her. It wasn’t long before they had fallen into a situationship. 

       Matt had proposed they visit an old church in a rundown part of the city– and Annie did not question it. The architecture and art displayed was truly breath taking.  To her surprise it seemed like there was not a soul around. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. “You know they don’t have confession the same way Catholics do in Evangelicalism?” The Bible was an interesting in the way that it had so many different interpretations.

     Curiosity got the best of Annie as she slipped into the confessional booth. What she hadn’t expected was Matt to join her in the confined space. “M-m-att…” She tried her best to whisper as she felt his one hand climb up the skirt of her white lace sundress. While the other slipped into the top to grope her breast. As the door clicked close behind her, she was forced forward against the wooden latticed aperture with a yelp. She did not protest when he pushed her underwear to the side. "Okay..."

       To stifle herself, Annie her index finger’s knuckle. She strained her neck to look at Matt as he prepared her cunt for entry. Eyes widened as she realized the partition between the confessionals was open. Meaning that if anyone were to wander in – they would see her in such a lewd position. She felt as if her heart was going to explode, and her breath was heavy. Toes curled in her heeled sandals, as she felt her pussy began twitch and drip. A small pool began to form beneath her on the floor of the booth. She lifted her ass to make it easier for him, as she felt him align his cock with her hole.

@murdocktm : [ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

Oh, to live past the moment where he'd un-shrunk straight in the face of a drill. The wound won't let him, a deep impalement along his calve that taunts and reminds that though he'd doused the many threats riddling the construction site, the one that got him was a static object clicked open by the hands of coincidence. ( Right when he begins to forget the pointed irk in the back of his mind calling him a joke, this happens. Hooray. )

He huffs, a sound intended to deploy humor where it shouldn't. Locked and loaded with a defense against his own stream of thought. "It's kinda funny when you think about it, yeah? Hero almost saves the day - gets bested by a drill in a shitty plug." He says, verging on a chuckle before it shifts into a low hiss at the sting of antiseptic. "And sanitizer." Never an opportunity missed for a joke. The smile he gives himself can be heard in his tone, the lips curled to give his voice an airy inflection. " ... What were you doing at the scene, anyway?"

Karen, you're not originally from the Capitol? No, I'm not Trish. I moved here from District 11. Ohh, Agriculture, it's a pretty district, I've been there. Yes, it . . . gets small fast. You were hired to be a district escort, but you asked for a different district than 11? I believe in what Matt and Foggy are doing. They really want what's best for the tributes. It's not just about the games. They help out a lot in their district all year round. The role of escort has changed over time, what do you do? I do the reaping, obviously. We bring the kids back to the capitol and it's sort of like --- being a parent in a way, for a while. I help them most with their interview, but a lot of that is the stylists too. Then . . . they go to the arena. I try to earn them sponsors and supplies while they're there. Escorts actually do more during a victory tour than any other time. What if you don't have a victor? Then I take them home.

the day I'm over your angel dash icon is the day I'm dead

it's by his sneakered heels balanced on the edge of the rooftop & milla gripping the surprisingly strong t-shirt that the man she's questioning hasn't dropped twelve stories yet. milla's head tilts to the side : the sound of footfalls on the pebbled rooftop an underestimating quiet considering the size of the person they belong to. the woven nanotube fibers of his suit --- one of three materials --- is a recent Melvin-concoction.

" look, " a sarcastic start considering she is blind, not knowing the full relevance at hand.

the emptiness machine by linkin park. the lyrics resonate with bastian, hardcore. there's also a theme running in the song about societal pressure to conform. one of the singers in an interview about it discusses how people are pushed into restrictive roles, leading to a loss of identity and i think that spells out muse perfectly.

angel song by nothing more. the song is about the world getting darker, souls being swallowed by technology and mankind's animal nature being criticised and reprimanded. equally, it's about people wanting to fight back against this, and remembering the light in the dark. all things that represent much of muse's mindset and work.

i also have a whole playlist of songs i think speak for muse.