mattersofentropy
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One thing Zara had learned younger than she should have was that given the circumstances, nothing was ever really safe. Even with the extra mile the club went to protect the girls, and Nathan himself, even with a bouncer for a roommate, nights like this would happen. That didn’t make them any less traumatizing. They were made easier when Nathan was right there to save her when she called him. Weakly, she nodded and reluctantly let his shirt go so that she could step away toward her bedroom. “Can you um.. Can you stay? I don’t know when Ryker will be home and I don’t want to be alone,” Ryker had been her roommate for as long as they’d been working together, but he didn’t always come home after work and he couldn’t do much about anything now. Besides, it wasn’t Ryker she called, it was Nathan. He was who she thought of first.
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Nathan only relinquished his hold on Zara when she stepped away. She was here and she was safe. That was what needed to be remembered in the moment, even when he didn't want to let her out of his sight. There was no denying that she was still shaken and he hated that she had experienced that. No hesitation came when she made the request. "Course I'll stay. Whatever you need from me." If that was what gave her some peace of mind, Nathan would stay up all night and keep a watchful eye on things. Not the first time it had been necessary, though each time he hoped it would be the last. Giving Zara a more reassuring smile, he motioned for her to head to the bathroom. "Yo on, go get into something more comfortable. You need to eat still?" He wouldn't move far and the idea of delivery was out of the question, no one else could come to this home for now. It would bring too much risk and fear. Wanting to give her some privacy and not hover but not wanting to be too far, Nathan let her decide where she would like him.
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mattersofentropy,
— gabriella
He laughed, shaking his head, “It is…amusing at times? I guess.” Taking a drink, he swallowed and let out a sigh. “I mean, I know it’s not anything…practical like science and yes, when you think of it like that, it might be hard for some to think of Art as a serious class. So of course they think it’ll be easy and an easy passing grade.” Maybe he would have thought so if it wasn’t his passion and driving force within him. “So, yes, it can be frustrating. I’ll admit.” He leaned forward, holding his drink up, “But then. Then? You get those students that, over the lessons, it hits them. What it means to create art, to, to put down their creativity whether it be a canvas, a piece of paper, through paint, chalk, erm, pastels, anything, anything. Pencil!” He waved his hand, “Doesn’t matter! But then, they get it. They get the spark, they see the beauty and…” He patted his hand over his heart, “To see that, it… It makes the frustrating days worth it. And I love it.” He gave a shrug, leaning back in his seat as he took another drink. “But, not to say that there isn’t beauty in…” He smiled, “…poking people all day. I… What is that like? Do they say thank you?” Laughing softly, shaking his head, “I want to know everything, tell me.”
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The passion that he spoke with, the genuine love that he had and thrill that came from helping others discover what gave so much wonder to the world around him, it all permeated every word. Gabriella couldn't help but be drawn like a moth to a flame. When was the last time she had heard someone so excited about, well anything? Jhat because she didn't always understand it and certainly lacked the skill to see it through on her own, didn't mean that she tossed it all to the side as worthless. Everything had it's place and she could appreciate seeing the world through another's eyes. Maybe if she had someone like Santiago for a professor, she would have dedicated more time to honing some sort of craft. The smile never slipped, only growing wider as he continued to talk of seeing students grow and explore. "That's something special," she agreed softly. "And to have the patience to see it through is even more impressive. You've definitely gotta be the sort of professor all the kids love having.'" Then he was turning the attention around and another laugh came, soft, light. "Hardly. I tend to get greeted with groans and the occasional curse. Though not something to be taken personally if I'm waking someone up at three am in the hospital." Not her typical gig but when short staffed, she didn't mind helping. "I would venture to say that having a beside manner is far more important than people give it credit for. It's about making someone relax, become comfortable with you, even if I'm the one handling one of their biggest fears. A little bit of talking, a kind smile, an assurance that it will be okay. Even when it's not. There's good and bad. Eoole seeing the end of a long road of treatment or people dreading a diagnosis that would turn their lives upside down. Just as much as a doctor, I can be there through it all."
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mattersofentropy,
— declan
God, she was probably rambling like an absolute nut. Faye couldn’t really help it, just how she was, especially when she was excited about something. It was ironic, however, that the person she was talking about it to was Declan and…not her boyfriend. His brother never seemed all that interested in work, not that he’d ever outright say it, but, she could tell in his eyes. So, she just sort of stopped. She told herself it didn’t bother her, not that she was involved in his career, anyway. But it did serve to feel a bit lonely. It wasn’t as if she relied on Declan to talk about her career, either, just a symptom of the current circumstance. The two never being around each other for long, this being the first time, and it just popped out of her mouth. Probably just so something could be said, something safe. There was always….something in the air when she was around him, something she wanted to avoid but not make it obvious. The redhead couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but she knew danger when she was around it, often so drawn to her like a magnet. Her whole love life was chaotic and this was the one that seemed….stable. She should want that, right? But even as she spoke about work, about the article she was fighting to write, there was an ease there that she didn’t feel with his brother, a smile coming out at his encouragement, “Even if my editor kicks and screams ‘bout it, yeah, think I will. He’s a bit better than my old boss, but…. Still a bit of a wanker.” Taking a deep breath, she couldn’t help but look at the time. “Anyway, enough ‘bout me, how’s the restaurant goin’? Must be so time consumin’, all that. Feels like you haven’t been ‘round much.”
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Even if he didn't exactly understand what she was on about, Declan devoted his attention to her because she was excited, She was passionate. It meant something to her and therefore it was worthy and demanding of his attention. He could understand after all, having his own focus and passion put into his career as a chef, eventually wanting to start his own restaurant. His family often let that go right over their heads so he had been in her shoes. A little encouragement meant the world so if that was what he could provide, then he would. Offer that little piece of himself up to her instead of the whole like he desired. Better off that way. Right? His mind briefly wandered to how chatty she might be in bed in a post blissful state before the thought was violently shoved away. "Hm, definitely the trouble with bosses. Absolutely shitheads who wouldn't know what was good for them if it bit them right in the ass." A low laugh before he shifted in his seat and leaned forward. "Oh, there's a constant need for something or another. Learning the business aspect of running the place so I can eventually start my own. So when I'm not in the kitchen, which feels like a rarity these days being short staffed, I'm in the office learning ordering, pricing, book keeping. All that fun stuff that obviously all chefs know how to do," he offered with a small, playful roll of his eyes. "Makes it difficult to be around but I'm trying to be better about it. Since it was the reason Rose decided it wasn't going to work out." His last girlfriend had left high and dry, no warning. Nothing. Just a note.
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“Hey there,” came the voice with intrigue and amusement. This was a common occurrence, nothing out of the ordinary for him. Though through the years of his career, the women, the fame, it still struck him with a smile to see a drink pass his way, a gift from a woman, though this time it was two. Johnny Walker for Johnny Barrett, yeah, he was impressed and slightly tickled at that. He wasn’t trying to get attention, trying to turn over a new leaf, but, certain old habits and all… Not to mention, to get the attention of two women that seem…maybe half his age… His ego couldn’t help but be stroked at the fact. He probably shouldn’t… Sucking in his breath between his teeth, he let out a sigh. Well, he wasn’t dead yet, now was he? Looking over at them, he smiled and gestured for them both to come over, lifting the drink toward them. He wanted to be a good man, not a saint. He’d leave that to the work of priests and the like. Nothing to do with him at the moment.
old habits die hard, @mattersofentropy for katherine and olivia with johnny !
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A regular Friday night out. School fully back in session, neither of the woman had time during the week to unwind. So, the start of the weekend was the perfect excuse to get together and throw caution to the wind. The two had been friends early in life despite the bit of an age gap between them. Katherine on occaion tempered down Olivia, while Olivia reminded Katherine to let loose every now and then. Which was exactly what had happened as soon as the drink had been ordered. The evening had seemed so boring and lacking any sort of promise of enjoyment when they had first arrived. Then he had walked in. Even if they hadn't a clue who he was, he was attractive enough to demand their attention. It was an added benefit that he happened to be someone that they both knew and had crushed on together. No one else seemed eager to jump so with a little liquid courage running through them, Katherine had come up with the idea and Olivia executed. Now they were being beckoned and both woman couldn't help but smile, a soft laugh exchanged between them before they moved arm and arm over to the table, drinks in hand.
"And here we thought that we were in for a boring Friday night," Katherine murmured with a smile as both women settled in. He hadn't invited anything other than their company so some sense of restraint was necessary. If the man had other plans, well it wasn't polite to step on them.
"We had to thank you for saving our evening." Olivia motioned towards the drink, though implication behind the words hinting at far more if he decided he wanted to take them up on it. It wouldn't have been the first time the two had shared a man. Though the blonde had to remind herself not to jump twenty steps ahead.
#kiissme#ch; katherine#ch; olivia#threads; katherine & johnny & olivia 001#exchanges; katherine#exchanges; olivia#verse; main
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gregwilliamsphotography: @ana_d_armas on set of #notimetodie which opens in the USA today
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JOSEPH QUINN
by Bartek Szmigulski — Wonderland Magazine | 2022 [x]
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Jacob Elordi | Burberry Runway Show A/W 2022.
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When she can pull of both>>>>>>>>>>>>
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I was literally just thinking about he hasn’t posted a slut selfie in so long too…
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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as NEGAN
The Walking Dead S11E18 "A New Deal"
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an enthusiastic virgin and an experienced, possessive male plot. give me muse a thigh riding muse b because she isn’t ready to fuck him yet. a lot of ’you’re doing so good, kitten’ and ’just like that baby.’ the slow burn surrounding muse a’s first time. muse b taking care of her the morning after, tracing her hickeys in front of the mirror while they’re both still nude. let me be muse a, i’ll love you forever!
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It hadn't taken much for Gabriella to agree to the date when she had been approach and now, she was more than thrilled that she had. When the college course had been decided upon, she would have never guessed that it would have led to her catching the attention of one of the professors. Santiago had been charming from the start and the artistic ability had caught her off guard when he has presented her with a drawing. That had been enough to get her to agree to a date. Now here, Gabriella was listening to him talk about his classes. A sip of her wine and a small laugh. "It sounds like they are a handful." This was why she hadn't gone into teaching, no patience for it. "I'll take poking people all day over that," she offered with another light laugh. // @kiissme
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Tension for weeks, hell what amounted to years. As high as it had ever reached. Should Declan hold any desire for his brother's soon to be fiancée? Not an ounce and yet, they had been dancing around something for a few months now. He felt it and sure as all hell she had to feel it as well. The issue? The two were never in the same place for any sort of extended period of time. Five minutes here, ten there, always in the presence of someone else. Never fully alone. Until now. Declan had been charged with distracting Faye for the afternoon while his brother worked on whatever proposal plan that was being put together. He had to bite back any comment that wanted to slip, knowing that once the line was crossed there wouldn't be any holding back. She seemed pleased as she spoke about whatever the latest project was that she was working on, a smile tugging beneath the way that he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. Always so passionate about her work. Something that he doubted his brother gave the time of day to. "If you really want to, you should go for it," he finally encouraged. // @kiissme
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Declan had seen the pain from across the room, hell it had been clear from the kitchen. The gorgeous woman had been the first to catch his attention, nothing unusual given the wandering eye that he possessed. The date that obviously she had next to no attention in was the next thing and kick-started the idea that came to mind. Might as well see if he could save her night. Shame? What was shame? It wasn't uncommon for the chef to wander the floor, ensuring that guests, particularly high paying, were enjoying the meals that had been served. A perfect opportunity to insert himself right into her night when the man had excused himself from the table momentarily. Smoothly making the approach to the table, a smile on his face, he paused in what appeared a natural action rather than planned. "Good evening," he offered. There wouldn't be a whole lot of time but enough for him to get done what he needed to, enough to know of she would be interested or not. "Just stepping out of the kitchen for a little bit to make sure everyone is enjoying their evening. Declan, head chef," he introduced himself with an offer of his hand. "Has the meal been to your liking?" // @kiissme
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collapsedstcr:
❛ muse : Sani Anand, 35 , she/her, Yoga Instructor, Heterosexual.
❛ plot : Plot linked at source !
❛ status : Open for Males, 35+.
❛ extra : Please check my starter tag for more opens !
three dates. sure, she hadn’t been exactly successful in the dating market, but three dates were enough, right ? she didn’t want to be pushy, especially since they were front-door neighbors and things could get complicated overtime, but hey, if anything, she was an expert avoider, an avid runner once things got difficult, if any of this went south, she would know exactly what to do, but as her friend had once said, you gotta risk it to get the biscuit, and the biscuit in this sentence was the gorgeous man in front of her, and she really wanted him. ❝ so, uhm— ❞ god, she was bad at this. ❝ today was really fun, do you want to maybe go to my place for a glass of wine ? i mean, it’s totally fine if you don’t, i just thought [ … ] i really don’t want the night to end. ❞
Dating was a cautious venture, one that Matias hadn't actively sought out in some time, even long since he had partaken. For a good reason, though it didn't make the occasions of turning someone down or going through a couple of dates any easier. This thing with Sani though, it was going far better than he had anticipated when he had agreed to the dates with his neighbor. Exceptionally well really. The offer wasn't a surprise but the desire to not disappoint was and Matias struggled to figure out how to gently turn the woman down. Eyes jumped towards their doors, his hands in his pockets. "I, uh, I would love to Sani but I can't. I'm sorry." The words came with a softer smile, hoping to ease the blow since he could see how hopeful that she had been about it, the nerves shared between them. Another glance towards his door as his shoulders fell, knowing that he would have to head in and relieve the babysitter. A moment of hesitation. "Why don't you come in?" He motioned to his door.
#collapsedstcr#ch; matias#threads; matias & sani 001#exchanges; matias#verse; responsible for others
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Starter call to get things up and running. If possible, please specify a muse that in particular hits your interest, otherwise one will be given at random. If you want to plot instead, just hit up my IMs.
Find my pinned post, containing a list of muses, as well as links to more information.
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