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mobile but thank u for all ur messages of support !!! I’ll be replying to everyone soon I swear. I’ve calmed down a lot and will probably be trying to post bc also distractions are good. BUTTTT guess who is coming down w something ?!?! like I seriously feel so ill!!!! JUST NY LUCK SKSKSK

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so i thought things were getting better but !! apparently not !! i’ve been told that they can’t operate on my grandmother due to her health and age so they’re basically going to send her home from hospital next week to die. not sure how long she’ll have, but UHHH basically i ammmmmm very very upset and my activity may be a bit infrequent again til i know wtf is going on and i can stop Cryin :) i’ll be postin a bit here n there, might not be as responsive 2 messages for a while sorry abt it

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∗ ☆  pippa & angelita·

“That’s very dominant of you,” Angelita acknowledged with raised eyebrows. As Pippa leant back, Jay found herself leaning forward again. She tilted her head and listened to the woman. A small smirk grew up across her face. “Oh really?” The woman laughed lightly. After taking a breathe, Angelita waved a hand at the bar. “Do we want to go and get those drinks now or —” Perhaps they were a little past drinks at this point.

                         she could barely stifle a slight laugh at the other woman's words, ducking her head in acknowledgement, " tends to be my default. " it was true enough. pippa liked to be the boss wherever she was and whatever that  ENTAILED  ; sometimes, giving away control was harder than most people anticipated. " that's up to you. i don't think drinks are all that  n e c e s s a r y  now, hm ? " the conversation was enough to keep her interested, whereas sometimes her company could be bought with the promise of alcohol.

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∗ ☆  marla & bailey

“you picking up poetry or somethin’?” bailey rubs his eyes. he was feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside, a fact accentuating by his chuckle. “don’t do that. don’t be cute, babe. it’s too early for this.”

              she feels a heat rise to her cheeks at his words, ducking her head  SOMEWHAT  ; she's not usually the type to be like this, to be so open and romantic. but something about him has changed that, somehow. " somethin' like that. " marla shrugs, blase, as though it doesn't mean a thing. " hey, you should accept it whilst you can. "

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∗ ☆  elliot & hara·

god! she wish she never slept with him — these few times. his unpleasant used to be battled but she’s bothered be it. perhaps it’s specifics and her no unsettled notion towards the nature of her sex. “yeah, yeah! that’s it. if you could find it, maybe it mail it back to me.” she’s trying her best not to cry but there’s tears in her eyes.

                         dark orbs avert from those of the other upon seeing that glisten there on the surface. there's a dull ache  SETTLING  deep into his chest, but elliot chooses to ignore that; to push it aside as though it does not exist. he's more than accustomed to doing so by now. " not sure it's  s o m e t h i n g you can get back, " he drawls, brows rising as he stifles a snort that isn't genuine. " what are you really doing here, hm ? "

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∗ ☆  rowan & halcyon

halcyon was no stranger when it came to black-out nights. back in college, she was the queen of drinking the night before and being able to get to her 8am class on time without an issue. she was the envy in everybody’s eye, considering that most of her friends were light-weights. but the parisian-born female decided to visit the city of sin as a means of escape, ignoring all commitments and letting her inbox reach over 500 emails. she was a sucker for a good time and good company, regardless of how the morning after would look. even if she landed in jail, halcyon would consider that a great vacation memory. she was startled from her slumber by a sudden curse, causing her to awoken with bugged-eyes to witness another person in her bed. “merde!” halcyon shriek, rushing to get off of the bed and held the sheets around her body, unable to recall if she had been stripped naked last night. even with her head pounding, halcyon wasn’t about to let her guard now. “you have three seconds to explain why the fuck you’re in my room or i’m going to start throwing punches!” 

                         his head was pounding in a manner that was unfamiliar to him; not usually the type to indulge in drinking beyond his limits, if at all, but rowan at least had enough sense about him to get out of the bed the moment that she did. there was a delay during which he  REALISED  he was wearing nothing but his boxers, flush rising to his cheeks as he reached across to grab a pillow to provide himself with some sort of modesty. " what -- fuck -- what the fuck !? " he spluttered at her reaction, unable to bring about a reasonable response for at least a moment or so later. " this is my room, halcyon, are you crazy ?! " he  r e g r e t t e d  asking the question almost as soon as those words left his lips, but still -- he was right. he could see his suitcase in the corner of the room, and a few other tell tale signs. swallowing around the lump in his throat, rowan raised a hand to press against his forehead, the pain seeming to rise which each waking moment. "  OKAY  . okay. i don't know what the fuck you're doing here, or -- or what the fuck we're doing here together... do you remember anything ? "

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∗ ☆  elliot & alfie

                 he didn’t respond back to the other’s first comment, seeing as he didn’t think he needed too. he simply shrugged figuring that would be response enough and messed with the sleeve of his jacket as the elliot looked at him. alfie always messed with his clothing when he was uncomfortable he never really knew why, but just the way the other was looking at him and this whole situation alone kind of left him in this uncomfortable limbo. usually he was pretty decent at reading people and figuring out what they wanted from him before they said it themselves, but he didn’t truly know despite his pending theories what elliot really wanted with him. it was starting to become a bit disarming though tried his best to not show it externally, “ no uh actually moved here about a year or so ago to be closer to me mum and sister.” he stated, though a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips when the other said he didn’t mind the game “ um.. okay then what’s a weird fact about you. something people wouldn’t really guess by you know looking at you.” 

                           elliot was beginning to realise that getting through to the other would take more than a few charming words and a bright smile; things that  USUALLY   worked so well on others. but then, he had always known that this was going to be a challenge, right ? it was part of the reason he had accepted the dare in the first place, determined to prove that he could and he would. it wasn't going to happen  o v e r n i g h t  , but he already felt as though some part of him was speaking to alfie whether the other boy knew it or not. he knew he was under scrutiny; of course he was. he couldn't blame the boy for that. after all, it wasn't most days that elliot would deign to talk to anyone outside of his exclusive social circle, and alfie was right to be suspicious, given that elliot had not shown any  INTEREST  before now. but he was hoping he could dispel those worries in quick time. " yeah ? how are you finding it ? liking the people ? " he flashed a cheeky grin which was all teeth, eyes sparkling somewhat  d e s p i t e  the dim light as the day began to come to a close. " a weird fact... " pursing his lips as he considered this for a moment, he shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged. " i'm an artist. don't think people expect that, anyway. what about you ? i need a weird fact now. "

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∗ ☆  sebastian & noelle

          NOELLE’S HEART IS PRACTICALLY STUCK in her chest. instead of going red like others may have, her cheeks drain of color in the short seconds they lock eyes with each other. this was the very last person she had wanted to see tonight. hearing him on the radio occasionally was pleasant. hearing him perform live while everyone in the stadium shouted his lyrics was enough for her. and seeing him right in front of her? noelle wants nothing more but to flee the scene, but when she glances down at her low heels, they seem to be superglued to the floor instead of willing. when he reaches out, she feels herself trying to shrink, moving her shoulders a little closer to her side. this wasn’t what she signed up for. in fact, what had she signed up for? “no, it’s okay.” she says, finally relaxing at the singer’s words. he’s just as perplexed as she is. as she smooths down her denim miniskirt with short, millennial pink painted fingernails, another set of dainty fingers settles on the doorknob behind her. “i was supposed to be here on a dare but i thought this room was empty. i should get going, but you were really good tonight. ” noelle’s tone, to her own surprise, isn’t fearful but warm, earnest in its compliment. and just like that, the words that were once frozen in her throat have thawed and melted. “but people probably tell you that everyday. i don’t know how much your ego needs another voice to say it.” noelle warily joked, twisting the knob. “i assume people like you have some sort of pride, but i couldn’t blame you if i was in your position.”

                          he could call for security right now and the girl would be evacuated from the property immediately; but bash is not quite so threatened as to do that. she's petite; probably nothing more than a fan, and it wouldn't do anyone any good for the papers to run a story on him kicking fans out of the stadium on his tour. whilst he can already feel the  w a r i n e s s   settling into his bones, coupled with a sense of tired that he cannot shake, he adopts his usual charming smile; ready for the  REQUEST  of an autograph or a photo or something that he can give easily and then send her on her way. hopefully. she doesn't look as though she is going to flip out on him and do something crazy, but you never can tell -- sebastian has learned that over the past few years. as much as he is grateful for this life, there are some aspects of it he would happily pass up on. right now, that post-show high is beginning to lose some of its sparkle, instead  REPLACED  with this desire to unwind and sleep, until it all begins again tomorrow. he frowns as she responds, realisation creeping onto his face and immediately softening the muscles of his back; shoulders  r e l a x i n g   down as he realises she's definitely not going to be a threat. " a dare ? was that the whole dare, just to come back here ? " a chuckle leaves his lips, shoulders heaving into a shrug. " guess you did it, then. " it seems like some half-assed sort of dare to him but he doesn't comment on that, smile brushing across his lips as he  DUCKS  his head in acknowledgement of her compliment -- before he can try to respond, though, he's hit with the rest of her words, mouth opening slightly in shock, " excuse me ? " his expression is  p u z z l e d   , but really -- well, he's surprised. nobody really dares to speak to him in such a way. " i'm not sure what to say to that ? "

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∗ ☆  romeo & harrison

“Nah mate, I don’t care if you’re closed, I need to borrow a minute of your time so I can paint you a picture,” Harrison bulldozed, an outsider looking in could have been fooled into thinking they were more recent bedfellows as opposed to having dated what felt like a hundred years ago – he never had been able to shake his sense of familiarity with people he had loved once. 

“I go the bank with my bar’s takings, to lodge ‘em, like I do. Place is chockers to begin with then all of a sudden these ratbags in bally’s flood in with guns and hold the place up. Alright then. But one of them, he’s the big dog. He’s barking orders at the pups, and I think well this is it, end of the line cause you know me, I’m mouthy. I piss people off. But this guy, takes one look at me, and steps back. With his automated rifle, as if I can do much against that. So then I’m reading the paper a couple days later, there’s an article about it all. They don’t mention names but they allude plenty to this place and to the man runs it. Fast forward to today, I had a chuck a sickie and come down here because I needed to actually look at your face when I what – and I can’t stress this enough – the fuck, Romeo.”

                              he's wincing before he can stop himself; not usually the type to wear such emotion so readily on his countenance, but fuck -- romeo hasn't seen the other in what feels like a  CENTURY  , and there's this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that tells him he knows exactly why he's here. which. well. if romeo was a lesser man, he would have already been out the door by now; but he prides himself on being someone of strength and character, and it would be terrible for  b u s i n e s s  if he backed down now. " harrison, wait a sec -- " it's too late for that; the other already ranting on and on about some scenario or other, and that sinking sensation is all too  CORRECT  . he snaps his mouth shut in a way that he doesn't often do around others. see -- he's the boss; the big man; the one who gives the orders and does the talking. but this is -- well, completely different. he lets the other talk, refrains from wincing further despite the unpleasant situation, and then stands there for a second too long; pausing before raising a hand to  d i s mi s s   the dancer behind him without even a glance towards her. " so, what ? did you come here to thank me ? " hands reach to dust off his suit, bringing himself to his full height, though that doesn't exactly help the situation when it's harrison he's facing. " you didn't die. that's a success, right ? "

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On a scale of 1 to 10, how intimidating am I?

+bonus if you explain why.

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∗ ☆  giselle & riley

“they know my favorites, i usually don’t get the same thing every time. i mean, look at it! how could you!?” he exclaimed, gesturing at the vast amounts of pizza. he finds himself getting more comfortable around her. even though giselle was drunk and probably wouldn’t even remember that this happened the next day, it was nice to not care for once. “what can i say? i’m a charmer,” riley smugly joked. “sweet,” he replied, looking at the employee and giving them the nod of approval. “i personally think ginger ale is the way to go with pizza but i won’t tell you how to live your life.

                             " there's so much choice, " her tone is half one of  WONDER  , as though this is the most magical place that she has ever been to. in fairness, it probably is -- at least to her drunken mind. sober, giselle is sure she would be far less impressed. or at least, she would aim to show it less. but there's pizza and so much of it, every single kind ever, and she can hardly pretend that that isn't  a f f e c t i n g  her right now. " that's what they all say. " she jokes back, eyes rolling in her head, before nodding her agreement. " i'll take that. heard it's good for your stomach too. maybe it'll prevent my hangover. " probably not, but it's worth a try.

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∗ ☆  maddox & samir & raquel

a laugh falls from between his lips as the femme mockingly scolds them for teasing her about her sleeping habits. she was always the first to bed and first awake in the morning and it seemed to be a pattern that wasn’t going to break any time soon. “e x a c t l y, baby, so don’t get too upset about not watching wreck it ralph,” samir murmurs as his hand raises to pat maddox’s cheek lightly. he shifts slightly, making room for the femme before his arm stretches to rest against the back of the couch. tattooed fingers lightly toy with maddox’s curls, distractedly focusing his attention on the television as the movie begins to flash previews across the screen. “they made postmates for a reason, you know. they get paid to bring us our food  …  even if we order from three different places. i’ll pay.”

a thoughtful hum vibrates in her chest as she genuinely considers maddox’s choice of restaurant, but it’s mainly so the male doesn’t get his feelings hurt at samir’s lack of interest. “i’ll order there next time you get something, but right now i’m craving peanut sauce for days. it’s a real blessing that neither of you are allergic to peanuts, really.” she’s rambling now, gaze flickering between the two boys while she speaks to survey a reaction. “you’re paying? i think ordering sounds like a good idea then, right, maddy?” rocky muses, flashing a grin at the curly-haired male. it takes only a matter of moments for her to produce her phone, scrolling through and getting everything ready before passing it off to maddox. “you can place it whenever you’ve decided on what you want, babe.”

                           he's already  WAITING  for this to cause an argument between the three of them, though not a real one -- maddox isn't sure that they have ever had a real argument and he's more than happy about that. but this sort of thing is easy to bicker about, when they're all so different and all wanting to make different choices and decisions. " i'm not even upset ! " he protests, somewhat half-heartedly because the sensation of samir's fingers curling into his hair is enough to calm him almost  i m m e d i a t e l y   ; enough so that he isn't even particularly bothered by raquel's comments on the food front. " promise ? you have to try it. it's amazing. " of course, maddox has no doubt that he will be  FIGHTING   a losing battle if he tries to convince her of that tonight; eyes light up at samir's comments, nodding excitedly. " oh my god ! i forgot about postmates -- we all win ! " it's satisfying to know that they can all get their own way ( not least because he can be a brat if he doesn't, and he's willing to bet they can too ), teeth  f l a s h i n g  as he grins over at the femme, " can't say no if you're paying, can we, babe ? " excitement takes over as he reaches for the phone, scrolling and typing for a few minutes and adding some things to the order, before offering it to samir. " your turn. "

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∗ ☆  pippa & veronica

her favorite thing was leaving a trail of confused glances in her presence with pippa. nobody expected them to go off and actually get a drink or dance together  ;  they expected flying fists and venom-laced insults. even ronnie would be watching with eager eyes if she saw two girls exchanging words as they did. it was the perfect recipe for  d r a m a  and disaster, but they never produced anything more exciting than a drunken hookup. maybe it was just their way of coping with their feelings but ronnie wouldn’t handle it any differently  :  they both got what they wanted in the end and that’s all that matters. “you’re confusing my words, i think, but i definitely look better than you right now.” she muses as her eyes roll once more. ronnie is ready to throw another insult, mouth slightly ajar and brain working in overdrive to come up with something to zing at the other when pippa concedes. the hint of surprise is evident on her features, she’s sure, but ronnie recovers quickly by flashing a sly smirk in the other’s direction. “you can’t be the boss all of the time, you know,” she muses, adjusting the small bag on her shoulder and giving a slight wave to the friends she’s ditching. “you’re paying, though. come on.” her tone is decisive, and ronnie turn away before pippa can argue anything else. she leads them towards the bar, hand reaching out to take the other’s so she doesn’t get too far behind while weaving their way through the crowd. “order two of whatever you’re getting.”

                         it's not the sort of thing that pippa herself can make sense of, let alone anyone else, but she likes that; has always liked to have an air of mystery about her, and this relationships of theirs certainly provides that. she has to refrain from rolling her eyes at the very thought of the gossip about the two that will undoubtedly start doing the rounds after tonight -- but you're  NOBODY  if there's no one talking about you, and pippa is a firm believer of that. most people are likely to be anticipating cat fights and bitch slaps from the two; the claws will  c e r t a i n l y   be out, but the redhead is only hopeful that it'll be a in a different manner. " nothing  CONFUSED  here, babe. " she replies sweetly, shaking shimmering locks over her shoulder and choosing wisely to ignore that flicker of an expression on ronnie's features. whatever it is, it doesn't matter. she's ready to forget the week and put it  b e h i n d  her -- there's no better way to do so than with a mix of alcohol and ronnie. " strange, " she hums, eyes rolling around darkened lids. " in most situations, i am. " there was always a power struggle of sorts happening between the two, but nothing either of them could not handle. another roll of the eyes followed as she  a n s w e r e d   the girl before leaning across the bar, " of course i am. i'm the one with the money, right ? hey -- over here ! two vodka sodas. make them doubles. "