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what if i ... did replies tonight ? 👀

#tbd.

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okay listen i’m coming back but when is the golden question

#tbt. #/ IM SORRY IM WORKING SO MUCH AND ALSO JUST TAKING TIME OFF TO ENJOY ME TIME #/ i think i might maybe make another blog too bc this one is MESSY

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#* ´ ⠀ ☄ ╱ ⠀ &. ( anna + oliver ) : ship . — the beginners . #/ MY LOVES #* ´ ⠀ ☄ ╱ ⠀ &. the beginner . — oliver fields . #heavenwalked

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•  ‣  𝐂𝐇𝐄́𝐑𝐈𝐄 ​:

               𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒      is wide and perhaps one of the most genuine smiles she’s felt in a long time.   the very same kind that made your cheeks   hurt,   and to them a rosy tint rushes to her skin.   she hopes he’ll   NEVER   stop saying these things,   hopes that they could hold onto that naive   bliss   that seemed to cloud over them.   through the good days and the bad,   she wants to feel this way   always,   wants to feel the very same warmth and comfort she feels now in his arms for the rest of her life.   the smile is followed with a laugh,   one that she can feel   deep   within her stomach as her feet fail to touch the ground.   arms lift to wrap around his neck as his kiss is welcomed,   embraced,   almost failing to reciprocate past the grin that failed to leave her expression.

              eventually,   the smile fades from her lips,   softens as the gap between twin flesh is closed and all that remains is a   slight   curling at the corners.   there were times she could look at oliver and not know what was going on inside his head,   but now was   not   one of them.   she sees it on his face,   clear as the daylight outside of the house she’d grown to call   home,   it was love,   unadulterated and unbridled,   and a   HAPPINESS   that she’d rarely known.   she wants to imagine him like this forever,   wants this image in her mind until she could no longer remember her   own   name. 

              hand travels to the his cheek,   silent as she continues to   memorize   each detail of his face.   her own visage tilts,   gaze wandering all over his.   for a moment,   she wants to   cry.   it’s not out of sadness,   but   gratuity   that he existed in her life,   that he loved her so deeply.   it’s terrifying to think he could so easily break her heart,   but this was   it.   it was to be oliver or she would sooner die   ALONE   than allow herself to feel this way about another.

              ❛    please don’t stop saying those things.    ❜    voice   finally   breaks the silence,   soft in nature,   and she removes her hand from his cheek to return it behind his neck,   her own head shifting to nestle into his shoulder.   she squirms for a second,   getting   comfortable   against him.    ❛    i’m   sickeningly   in love with you,   too.    ❜

     within   oliver   had   always   laid   a   certain   amount   of   longing   ,   which   was   usually   coupled   with   a   misguided   attempt   to   grasp   onto   something   that   worked   to   cure   this   impossible   ,   finite   desire   that   coursed   through   him.   he   would   search   for   this   cure   within   his   relationships   ,   diving   deeper   than   most   in   the   earlier   stages   ,   desperately   trying   to   cling   onto   something   that   not   only   made   him   feel   comfortable   ,   but   SECURE   ,   too.   this   longing   plunged   him   in   &   out   of   perfectly   good   relationships   with   women   he   genuinely   enjoyed   ,   too   --   women   he   could’ve   had   something   special   with   if   he   had   lingered   a   bit   longer   or   tried   a   bit   harder.   it   was   an   impossible   longing   ,   though   --   a   desperate   need   to   find   the   grand   idea   of   love   he   had   painted   in   his   mind   as   a   child   ,   yet   had   truly   never   seen   in   his   adult   life.   he   could   not   have   settled   for   less   than   the   notions   that   ran   through   his   mind   ,   though   ,   not   until   he   had   seen   it   :   the   true   depection   of   love   &   all   of   it’s   imperfections   ,   magnified   &   multiplied   in   his   father’s   rebirth   of   sorts.   that   longing   within   oliver   did   not   lessen   when   he   watched   his   father   fall   in   love   TRULY   for   the   first   time  ,   but   it   had   begun   to   shape   into   something   more   reasonable   ,   something   that   made   what   he   had   here   ,   with   anna   ,   possible.      

     what   he   had   with   her   wasn’t   free   of   imperfections   --   they   both   brought   their   respective   amounts   of   baggage   to   the   table   ,   with   handsome   amounts   of   fear   of   commitment   for   them   both   --   but   he   wanted   it   ,   wanted   her   ,   despite   it   ,   &   that’s   what   separated   their   relationship   from   the   others.   inside   of   him   now   was   a   desire   for   MORE   than   this   ideal   version   of   love   he   had   secured   earlier   in   his   life   ;   he   wanted   something   complex   ,   something   that   made   him   feel   ALIVE   as   much   as   it   did   in   love   &   that’s   what   he   had   with   her.   oliver   felt   content   with   anna   ,   because   he   knew   that   he   could   face   the   troubles   he   had   with   others   in   the   past   &   overcome   them   &   grow   stronger   with   her   because   of   them.   he   felt   in   LOVE   ,   but   it   was   more   than   that   ,   too   ;      he   felt   matured   --   a   better   ,   more   forgiving   version   of   himself   that   needed   her   &   liked   it   rather   than   feared   it.   

     ❛   i   won’t   ,   ❜      he   assures   ,   tone   soft.   his   lips   tug   into   a   smile   to   match   ,   &   he   feels   --   physically   feels   --   the   warmth   of   love   in   his   body   when   she   moves   her   hand   back   to   its   original   spot.   his   own   digits   smooth   out   the   fabric   of   her   dress   as   she   moves   against   him   ,   sure   that   this   is   perhaps   the   most   content   he’s   ever   been   with   any   one   person.   he   doesn’t   want   it   to   end   ,   wants   it   to   go   on   &   on   ,   time   frozen   at   this   exact   moment   for   all   eternity.   this   is   all   he’s   ever   wanted   really   ,   to   love   &   be   loved   in   this   form.   what   he   had   been   longing   for   was   her.   ❛   i   like   you   being   here   ,   with   me.   you   don’t   make   me   feel   alone.   sometimes   with   people   ,   you   can   feel   alone   ,   sometimes   more   than   you   do   just   by   yourself   ,   you   know   ?   but   not   with   you.   i   just   feel   good   with   you   here.   ❜    

#heavenwalked #* ´ ⠀ ☄ ╱ ⠀ &. v. in 2003 . — oliver ( post beginners ) . #* ´ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀giving us nothing ! you go girl ! — answered . #/ it's been too long since i did anything anna & oliver related & that's so wrong

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me at 1:48am with work tomorrow : maybe i should do my drafts

#/ thinking abt beginners got me emo #/ & now i want to write #* ´ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀she’s at it again with the nonsense ! — ooc .

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Ewan McGregor in Beginners (2010)

#so many of u have yet to see me at the height of my beginners obsession but i feel it coming SO WATCH OUT #i literally love beginners more than anything ! give me oliver threads #he was my first ewan muse & will always always always be my favorite #* ´ ⠀ ☄ ╱ ⠀ &. the beginner . — oliver fields .

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Sinful Headcanons

Send in a sin and I’ll share a headcanon related to that sin. [Wrath, Envy, Pride, gluttony, sloth, lust, greed.]

Add in a topic as well, and I’ll get more specific.

#* ´ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀to be submitted ? — askbox memes .

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Do you ever just love the character you write so much? Like I like all the ones I write but I have two that mean so much to me. It just hit me a few minutes ago. To those of you that love your muses and gush over them that’s really great. Keep gushing. Keep writing. If they’re important to you than let them be important.

#/ i love ewan a lot so obv i have a lot of favorites but mark & oliver mean SO much to me & i love writing them soooooo much #* ´ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀she’s at it again with the nonsense ! — ooc .

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                 THE  FEELING  OF  HIS  LIPS  AGAINST  HER  SKIN  both  takes  her  back  twenty  years     &     makes  her  feel  more  present ,  move  alive  and  feeling  than  she  ever  had  before.  pure  contentment  raptures  her  features,  gentle  hum  rumbling  in  her  throat  as  he  traverses  her  skin  with  kisses     ;     the  grin  she  wore  all  the  while  remains  as  he  pulls  away.  it  occurs  to  her  that  in  spite  of  the  sadness  she  felt  at  having  missed  out  on  twenty  years  of  him,  of  being  together,  she  was  excited  still  to  trace  back  where  he’d  been:  to  hear  the  STORES  on  how  he’d  eventually  come  to  be  the  version  of  himself  stood  before  her  today.  the  version  ready  to  start  a  life  together,  the  version  ready  to  stay.  though  she’d  always  mourn  the  years  LOST  between  them  (  years  which,  in  truth,  maria  knew  could  likely  never  have  happened  with  any  success  ) ,  the  notion  of  the  rest  of  spending  the  rest  of  their  years  TOGETHER  more  than  soothed  the  ache  in  her  chest.

                ❛      i  think  i  can  live  with  you  bein’  veggie,  it’s  no  dealbreaker,      ❜     she  offers  in  sweet     &   teasing  reply,  electricity  sparking  on  her  skin  where  his  fingers  had  been,  moving  her  hair  away.  a  hand  lifts,  absently,  to  rest  on  his  countenance,  fingers  stroking  gently  the  expanse  of  his  cheek,  the  soft  lines  emanating  from  his  eyes.  shoulders  shrug.     ❛      honestly,  i  dunno  if  i  can  have  ‘em  either,  at  this  point.  we  can  test  out  if  we  can  later.      ❜     a  chuckle  pours  from  her  lips,  cheeks  dimpling  at  her  own  joke     —–     twenty  years  had  changed  much  of  her,  though  they’d  left  her  sense  of  humour  untouched.     ❛      well,  if  we  ever  wanted  t’  have  ‘em     —–     i  dunno,  there  are  other  ways.  GOD …  this  is  weird.  ten  minutes  ago  we  hadn’t  kissed  in  twenty  years  an’  now  you’ve  got  me  thinkin’  about  babies.  and  you  run.  and  you’re  like,  my  boyfriend.  or,  maybe  we’re  too  old  for  that.  my  manfriend ?  it’s  a  lot  to  comprehend.      ❜     head  gently  bows,  the  grin  which  she’d  worn  before  the  movement  lingering  still  as  she  raises  her  head  once  more.     ❛      it’s  weird,  but  i  love  it.  i  love  you.  i’m  just…  i’m  so  happy  you’re  back.      ❜

     it   felt   surreal   ,   this   --   being   with   her   ,   touching   her   ,   piecing   out   bits   of   the   future   with   her   in   mind.   she   was   going   to   have   a   place   in   his   flat   ,   &   she   was   going   to      become   a   permanent   fixture   in   his   life   ,   brightening   his   otherwise   dull   existence.   it   had   been   twenty   years   of   WONDERING   ---   of   LONGING   --   &   he   ended   up   here   ,   with   her   ,   the   way   he   had   always   felt   he   had   meant   to.   what   he   had   shared   with   his   ex   -   wife   had   been   intimate   ,   but   with   maria   he   shared   something   beyond   comprehension   or   control   --   it   was   destiny   more   like   ,   a   pulling   of   forces   that   had   brought   them   to   this   point.   mark   had   never   believed   in   something   so   heavily   as   he   did   their   union   now.   their   relationship   had   arisen   from   the   grounds   wrought   with   inevitable   failure   ,   maturing   into   something   more   STABLE   &   yet   ,   remaining   completely   familiar   in   terms   of   connection.   it   was   nothing   short   of   PERFECTION   ,   &   the   excitement   he   felt   at   discovering   this   shows   ;   a   wide   grin   graces   his   twin   -   flesh   as   he   leans   into   her   touch   ,   feeling   at   home   with   her   here   ,   even   in   simon’s   dusty   old   pub.   this   was   his   home   ---   edinburgh   ,   leith   ,   HER.   he   felt   nothing   but   content.

     ❛      me   too   ,      ❜      comes   his   honest   answer.   he   doesn’t   care   where   his   life   goes   so   as   long   as   it   does   &   it   does   with   her   in   it.   he   actually   fancies   the   notion   of   a   couple   of   kids   &   sundays   spent   at   shops   &   diy   projects   &   all   that   meaningless   ,   mundane   bullshit   he   mocked   in   his   younger   years.   all   of   that   SCREAMED   being   alive   &   well   --   of   going   through   the   motions   of   life   --   &   he   wanted   it.   mark   wanted   so   badly   to   not   feel   like   a   stranger   in   his   adulthood   the   way   he   had   in   his   youth   ,   &   he   knew   he   could   ,   especially   with   her.   he   felt   present   now   ,   absolutely   ecstatic   to   have   made   it   this   far   ,   eager   to   go   farther   still.      

     ❛   ah’m   cuffed   to   be   given   another   shot   with   ya   ,   mar.   honest   ,   just   the   notion   of   ye   sleeping   beside   me   again   has   me   thrilled.   ❜      a   laugh   falls   from   his   mouth.      ❛   it’s   been   a   bit   ,   mind.   ❜  

#crimewrought #* ´ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀giving us nothing ! you go girl ! — answered . #* ´ ⠀ ☆ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀v. choose life — mark .

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just thinking about how one of their friends was gonna kill himself & sick boy’s first thoughts were “i hope he does so i can talk abt it” and mark’s were “damn it be like that” bc he’d just been dumped. I HATE THEM. 

#* ´ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀she’s at it again with the nonsense ! — ooc . #death tw #suicide tw #honestly the WORST

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•  ‣  𝐌𝐀𝐑 ​:

                                      SHE  FINDS  THE  DISTINCT  FEELING  OF  COMFORT  welling  inside  unfamiliar,  and  more  than  a  little  unusual  given  the  briefness  of  knowing  him,  though  not  at  all  unwelcome.  if  anything,  she  finds  herself  relishing  in  the  natural  ease  that  came  with  his  company,     &     too  the  lack  of  bravado  she  found  herself  needing  to  project  around  him.  so  much  of  the  time,  maria  hid  behind  electric  grins     &     mile-a-minute  speech  that  her  actual  SELF     —–     the  one  mark  had  managed  to  ease  out  of  her  now     —–     was  left  forgotten  behind  the  front.  grateful  hands  take  the  tea  offered,  soft     &     thankful  smile  cast  his  way  as  she  lifts  the  sweet  beverage  to  her  lips.     ❛     i  see.  he  sounds  like  an  interestin’  character.  maybe  one  day  y’  can  tell  me  how  he  got  the  nickname,     ❜     she  murmurs  from  behind  the  mug,  kind  grin  he  gave  her  mirrored  in  happy  return.     ❛     y’  known  him  long ?     ❜     the  question  falls  without  much  thought,  finding  herself  wanting  to  know  more  about  him,  despite  her  certainty  (  and  sadness  )  that  this  would  more  than  likely  be  their  first     &     last  time  meeting.

                                    after  a  few  beats,  she  makes  herself  more  comfortable  on  the  sofa,  leaning  back  into  the  material  with  the  warm  drink  held  close  to  her  chest.  wide  eyes  watch  him,  noting  his  thin  form,  short  reddish  hair,  his  earring,  finding  everything  about  him  endearing  to  her.     ❛     no,  i  haven’.  i  love  crime  stuff     &     pacino  though,  go  for  it.     ❜     brown  eyes  peer  at  him  with  unwavering  warmth  from  behind  the  mug.

           the   comfort   mark   has   begun   to   derive   from   this   near   perfect   stranger   befuddles   him.   it   wasn’t   often   that   he   found   the   will   to   speak   the   way   he   was   speaking   with   her.   the   words   just   flowed   from   him   ,   voluntarily   &   with   ease   ,   as   if   she   was   the   journal   he’d   been   needing   for   ages.   despite   the   rockiness   of   their   initial   meeting   ,   mark   could   not   deny   that   he   liked   her   a   lot   ;   there   was   something   about   her   character   that   just   appealed   to   him   --   something   that   made   him   feel   as   though   he   could   trust   her   with   all   of   his   words   &   ramblings.   she’d   be   a   gear   therapist   ,   he   reckoned.   

         his   cigarette   stained   digits   grasp   onto   the   vhs   of   their   choice   &   he   puts   it   on   ,   before   rising   from   the   ground.   a   grin   dares   to   creep   across   his   features   as   he   makes   his   way   back   to   her.      ❛      tis   just   because   he’s   a   sick   cunt   ,   really   ,   ah   think.      ❜      mark   confesses   ,   shrugging   his   shoulders   nonchalantly.   they   were   best   mates   ,   sure   ,   but   mark   would   not   be   the   one   to   deny   that   the   true   nature   of   his   friend   was   beyond   QUESTIONABLE.   the   name   was   fitting   ,   &   had   all   put   washed   away   his   actual   one   because   of   it   ;   only   when   it   was   him   &   si   did   he   bother   calling   him   simon.      ❛   we’ve   bin   mates   since   primary.   he’s   a'richt   bit   ah   don’t   recommend   running   aroond   in   his   circles   if   ah   wur   ye   u.   ❜

#crimewrought #* ´ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀giving us nothing ! you go girl ! — answered . #* ´ ⠀ ☆ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀v. choose drugs — renton .

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um, not to be corny but i love mark with my whole heart & i will always think he is one of ewan’s best characters. the way he stayed with ewan for twenty years after the original film like that was impeccable. i think mark is such an interesting & compelling character & i know why ewan is so proud of him tbh. there’s so much to him that begs to be unpacked & his character development is nothing sort of amazing. i could actually go on for ages talking abt how great mark is ( and also how awful he can be, too ).

#tbt. #/ some of u arent ready to here this but mark > obi #/ i love obi but theres a reason ewan said he wants to be known for train.spotting #*hear

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“I think some people are just inexplicably bonded. Drawn by forces beyond their own comprehension, they have no choice but to gravitate toward one another. Destined by fate to keep crossing paths until they finally get it right.”

— L.B. Simmons (via wordsnquotes)

#* ´ ⠀ ☆ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀( maria + mark ) : ship . — the common people . #crimewrought

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i’m very interested in developing mark as a muse right now , & getting threads for both the younger & older version of him as i’m reading his trilogy right now , so if you’re down for developing a relationship with mark & your muse , like this ! i’ll come plot with you & discuss what dynamic they’ll share ! 

#* ´ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀she’s at it again with the nonsense ! — ooc . #/ i'm in love with mark & tra.inspotting rn what can i say #/ i just spent a week binging skag.boys

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•  ‣   𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐑𝐀  ​:

PLOTTED STARTER FOR RENTON - @roundourwcy​

❛    alright  renton,    ❜                ira  greets  in  a  sour  tone,    likely  a  bi-product  of  an  evening  spent  a  little  too  wound  up  in  liquor,    more  so  various  other  substances  as  it  happens  ;    a  wash  of  grey  and  purple  under  his  eyes.    hands  are  deep  and  hidden  in  his  coat  pockets  and  his  hair  points  out  at  odd  angles,    indicative  of  someone  too  apathetic  to  let  it  bother  him.      he  slumps  into  the  nearest  available  sofa,    a  stretch  of  ugly  salmon  pink  fabric  littered  with  mysterious  stains,    and  takes  a  deep,    futile  sigh,    as  if  hoping  it  would  clear  his  lungs  once  and  for  all.

❛   —–    god,    i  feel  like  shit.    do  you  remember  what  we  took  last  night  ?    ❜

TOO   GOOD   FOR   SKAG   ,   TOO   GOOD   FOR   SKAG   --   the   mantra   repeats   in   mark’s   head   repeatedly   as   he   sinks   into   the   hard   ground   beneath   him.   he   feels   like   a   waste   of   air   as   he   makes   an   effort   to   turn   his   head   towards   ira   while   he   speaks.   sobriety   is   daring   to   make   its   way   back   ,   &   mark’s   body   is   fighting   hard   to   resist   it   ;   the   craving   for   the   drug   has   begun   ,   making   him   groggy   &   weak.   only   in   this   state   does   he   think   that   perhaps   life   on   the   other   side   isn’t   so   bad   after   all   --   that   he   could   truly   make   something   of   himself   like   tom   the   therapist   had   told   him   during   his   first   (   &   last   )   stint   in   rehab   .   too   good   for   skag      --   it’s   just   a   phase.   right   fucking   on   ,   but      what   else   is   there   ?   ,   mark   thinks   before   realizing   he’s   not   heard   anything   ira’s   been   saying.   

❛   dae   ye   want   some   ?   ❜   mark   manages   to   say.   he   musters   up   enough   energy   to   rise   from   his   spot   on   the   ground   ,   motivated   purely   by   skag.   his   fingers   reach   for   the   spoon   &   the   belt.      ❛   it’s   th’   same   shite   we   hud   lest   nicht   ,   like.      ❜  

#kryetar #* ´ ⠀ ☆ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀v. choose life — mark . #drug tw #/ SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #/ but omg im so excited for this

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#* ´ ⠀ ☆ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀scottish shite — rents .

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#/ THE LITTLE SHORTS IM GONNA HAVE A BREAKDOWN #* ´ ⠀ ☆ ╱ ⠀ &. ⠀scottish shite — rents .