RP blog for Daisy Buchanan from The Great Gatsby.
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12
Jul

62N

Cosmo Sex Tip #1925 

midnight-toker-forever-floater:

Call him “old sport” just as he’s about to orgasm

11
Jul

4N

sweettranzvestitefrankie:

such-beautiful-shirts:

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She peered up at him through thick eyelashes, A slight grin on her face appearing as she saw the man before her. She had heard of men like this around here, but hadn’t expect to run into one. She had indeed become lost, and she silently cursed herself for not bringing a map of some sort on the way up. His attire was definitely interesting, and he looked like he had came right out of one of the parties held back home, but a bit more… more. 

"The former, for now." She answered. "Lucky for me is right, I would love to, dear." She stepped into the doorway as he made way for her to walk into the grand room. "Perhaps you have a telephone I may use?" 

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With a quick sidestep, he allowed her access to the castle before swinging the door shut behind him; the heavy wood settling back into its home with a less than subtle creak. There was something about this one that he already found appealing…she cast an aura of sweetness; not one of innocence, but that wouldn’t be a problem. 

"Oh, well that’s unfortunate." He said with a false pout, completely ignoring her request for the telephone. "What were you doing all the way out here in the first place?"

"Thank you so much." She purred at him, walking into the castle. She stopped and leant against the dusty staircase, admiring the various items in the room. The way the man watched her… it drove her crazy. No one had looked at her like this in so long. His eyes seemed to bore into hers, hypnotizing her. 
"I was on my way to a party, but I got terribly lost. Its too late anyways to continue on to it." She huffed, her lips curing into a smirk.

"What a lovely home you’ve got here… do you live alone?"

10
Jul

4N

"Either you’re lost, or incredibly adventurous.” The doctor practically purred at the woman on his step.

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Painted lips pursed in an expectant expression as he waited for a reply; a single, near bare hip propped against the damp, dark wood of the door which he had pulled open a mere few seconds ago to see this pretty little stranger’s face peering back at him. However, he didn’t wait long before speaking again, himself. “Lucky for you, it doesn’t much matter to me which category you fall into. Would you care to come inside?”

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She peered up at him through thick eyelashes, A slight grin on her face appearing as she saw the man before her. She had heard of men like this around here, but hadn’t expect to run into one. She had indeed become lost, and she silently cursed herself for not bringing a map of some sort on the way up. His attire was definitely interesting, and he looked like he had came right out of one of the parties held back home, but a bit more… more. 

"The former, for now." She answered. "Lucky for me is right, I would love to, dear." She stepped into the doorway as he made way for her to walk into the grand room. "Perhaps you have a telephone I may use?" 

sweettranzvestitefrankie

08
Jul

3N

dxbious:

((nadsat is toooo funny omg))
when you know the words it shouldnt be funny but eggiwegs
a gruppa  of droogies drinkin moloko and causing  abunch of crime scenes, raping devotchkas and abusing vecks
and in the morning eating
e g g i w e g g s

also in the movie like when he’s getting fed and he just opens his mouth with a big smack im LOSIN IT 

that movie is a whole acid trip x10

08
Jul

2N

-pxnksuited 

pxnksuited:

such-beautiful-shirts:

Daisy sobbed openly into his shoulder, her heart beating fast and her tears falling faster. She had waited for this moment too. To be loved and not be afraid. To be with her true love, without a distraction. She nodded and smiled, overcome with bliss as he spoke. “I would like that very much.” She stopped for a moment and giggled. “Mrs.Gatsby..”  She fell into his embrace, letting her lips meet his. 

Mrs. Gatsby.

Mrs. Gatsby.

That title which had eluded him was now within his grasp. She would be finally his, a completion to a childhood dream. How long had he stood, over looking the bay, at that emerald light which seemed to soar over the bay bathing each a docked boat in its retrospective light? How many hours had he stood, straining his eyes for just a glimpse of golden hair, a quirk of a smile? 

His hands caressed her lovingly, and he dried her tears with the back of his index finger. He promised himself that there would be no more tears. She would have all that her heart yearned for. And so, he thought, will I.

She felt pure happiness, something that she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time. “How shall we begin?” They both had very large houses, but she wasn’t sure what to do. She thought of everything they would have to do, but quickly brushed it aside. All of the little things could wait. 

All she wanted now was Jay. 

pxnksuited    
08
Jul
2N

-pxnksuited 

Daisy sobbed openly into his shoulder, her heart beating fast and her tears falling faster. She had waited for this moment too. To be loved and not be afraid. To be with her true love, without a distraction. She nodded and smiled, overcome with bliss as he spoke. “I would like that very much.” She stopped for a moment and giggled. “Mrs.Gatsby..”  She fell into his embrace, letting her lips meet his. 

pxnksuited    
Daisy gazed at the person standing in front of her door, eyebrows turning up in confusion. 
"Hello, dear. Is there something I can help you with?" She smiled sweetly. 

Daisy gazed at the person standing in front of her door, eyebrows turning up in confusion. 

"Hello, dear. Is there something I can help you with?" She smiled sweetly. 

starter    open rp    
06
Jul

3N
"Oh, dear, It’s gotten so late but there’s nothing to do!" Daisy huffed as she leaned against the back of the couch, letting her eyes graze along the room. She was all fancied up, but she hadn’t the slightest idea for whom. 

"Oh, dear, It’s gotten so late but there’s nothing to do!" Daisy huffed as she leaned against the back of the couch, letting her eyes graze along the room. She was all fancied up, but she hadn’t the slightest idea for whom. 

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05
Jul

9127N

"Daisy Buchanan, the golden girl. A breathless warmth flowed from her. A promise that there was no-one else in the world she so wanted to see."