#visceraldose

loud & deafening silence

sometimes, he doesn't even know what sets him off. sometimes, nasty, festering feelings rose up from the pit of his belly. sometimes, the urge just overtook him like it was all he ever was. sometimes, he felt like he was going to crawl right out of his skin. tonight was one of those nights, a night where he just needs something to take the edge off. something to make his chest not so tight, his skin not so prickly. a night where being out with her is almost too much, but he can't admit that he's having a hard night. he can never admit it to her. he wants to be so solid for her.

he's snuck off to the bathroom, flask in his pocket full of cheap, strong smelling vodka. it's barely touched his lips when he realizes he hasn't locked the bathroom door. it swings open before he can remedy that. and of course, his blond perfection walks in.

@visceraldose :   "I found out from a friend of a friend that you're here again."

❛ okay, now you're just being mean to them! ❜ mina says, stifling a laugh behind her hand ( and immediately disintegrating any shot of pretending she doesn't think it's just as funny as he does ) as she peers over his shoulder at the headlines plastered across his phone screen. if she's being pedantic, she could mention that they have, in fact, been requested multiple times to say something ( she'll be buying adriana apology coffees for the next four months at least ), but ... it's not really hurting anyone, is it? and it's funny as all hell, she knows that for sure.

relationship building meme

Send 👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse (with the other muse/mun’s permission).

INT.   A  BAR :   DO  YOU  EVER  FEEL  BAD  FOR  PRYING?   --   THE  CLOUDY  AFTERNOON  ISN'T  AS  HARSH  AS  SHE'S  USED  TO.

MEDIUM  SHOT :   her  left  elbow  is  propped  on  the  bartop,  chin  rests  on  open  palm  as  she  looks  at  the  child  actor.   the  stories  never  seem  to  rest  in  a  place  like  this,  full  of  people  like  this.   she's  always  chasing  after  it  like  a  high,  and  maybe  that's  her  problem.

kink rating

NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

she’s in the middle of a surprisingly productive writing session when there’s a knock on the studio door— she hadn’t been expecting her producer to come by until later but perhaps he had an idea for a new song?

unexpected arrivals used to drive her crazy, feeling like it was a representation of how little people respected her. but as she set her things aside and stood, she felt surprisingly calm. her heart had felt much lighter lately, more optimistic of things to come. olivia didn’t want to think too much into it relating to a certain blue-eyed boy who she’d found herself around more and more (seriously, what was up with that??) at different events and parties.

it’s startling when said boy is on the other side of the door when she opens it, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid smirk on his face. once again the usual annoyance that filled olivia’s chest around him was lacking, replaced with a genuine excitement. and now… she was even smiling at him.

“you know, some girls would find it really creepy that—“ she’s cut off by the sudden appearance of a bouquet of flowers in-between them, a soft gasp leaving her as she reaches out to gently take them. it was a beautiful bundle of irises in a dazzling gradient of purples. olivia raised them to her nose, giving them a gentle sniff before she whispered a tender “thank you.”