#c:dom

[ninaguardia]

@domsolari​

A sra. Rossi está um pouco atrasada, mas ela logo chega. 

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[evehansenn]

café au lait//eve&dom//closed

After accidentally slamming the heavy wooden door behind her, she managed to catch the end of the professors sentence. Maybe she didn’t have to change her minor after all. Eve sauntered down the corridor, unsure of what to do in this moment in time other than question her sanity. Okay, so he wouldn’t mind coffee? What is that supposed to mean? Wouldn’t mind? So it’s not something he’d WANT to do, whereas he wouldn’t MIND to, which was basically a no to Eve. To get coffee and talk about what exactly? She didn’t know why she was panicking so much in the first place, it’s just coffee. But then again, it’s COFFEE. Pacing back and forth in front of his faculty mailbox, she figured if she left a note and he found it would he find it creepy? Or endearing? What if someone else found it. Dear God that would be mortifying. Fuck it. Eve grabbed her journal out of her bag, scribbled instructions on the pink lined paper, and stuffed it in the cubby. Turning on her heel, Eve bolted out of the hall, and out of the corridor. 

we can have coffee at 7pm at topped off on friday i will be there and wait for you ten minutes, and then i will leave.

[altviktcrr]

imessage ↬ blonde toad

viktor: hey dom. i think we got off on the wrong foot, let's have dinner soon? xoxo.

[altduckyfm]

imessage ↬ dominic.

ducky: are you busy?

ducky: i need your opinion

[altscige]

imessage ↬ dom 🌻

saige: hdey hi

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saige: ergh this is

saige: alrdy trrible

saige: [...]

saige: i thnik tht

saige: i've dne a lot of thinking

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saige: i tihnk we need 2 stop talkign fr a little ibt

saige: bit

saige: its not

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saige: its not like yur fault or anything its just

saige: me i guess god tht sounds

saige: rly lane n pathetic bt

saige: [...]

saige: i think i just need 2 like. i dnt know bt i dnt think tht this is good fr either of usu rn ???

saige: it isnt grly . good fr me i dnt tihnk.

[rosemaryfm]

imessage ↬ cute RA

lydia: hi is this dominic evans???

lydia: i have some totally sickening news to report :(

[ceciantez]

“I promise, I’m normally way more helpful than I was able to be last night. I just had so much on my mind I was running around like a damn chicken with my head cut off.” Ceci assured the boy as she rolled her neck around to attempt to relieve some of the pain it had been causing her all day, “Anyway, did you at least get to talk to her or what?”

@domxkyle​

[jamesmarlowe]

When his knock at the door was answered, Marlowe was leaning the length of his body against the frame, shoulders sloped, smile worn on a careless angle. “Dominic! How’s my favorite person named Dominic doing?” Today, he was dressed more appropriately for the weather than he had been all winter. A strange thaw had descended on Lovell overnight, melting residual snowbanks and causes crocuses to unfurl their tender flags, tricked into believing a few days of sun meant an early spring. The silk shirt he wore was bright blue, printed with miniature poses from the Kama Sutra: pink bodies of all shapes and sizes, naked and writhing, only the bottom button done, flaps tucked haphazardly into his jeans. After Dom had had a chance to absorb his presence— and his appearance— Marlowe held something out to him. “Look, I got you a present.” It was a bag of Cheetos he’d gotten from a vending machine— originally for himself, but right now he recognized the need to come bearing gifts. Then he leaned in, ducking his head so close that the gap between them shrank to only a few inches and he could speak into it as if sharing some intimate secret. His expression was suddenly mischievous and conspiratorial. “I seem to have a bit of a problem. There may be a small feline, belonging to one Sydney Belcourt... on the lam. Done a runner, as they say. And I figured it’d probably be in your best interest to help me find it, since it probably wouldn’t look good for either of us if someone else finds it first.” 

@domfm

[altphilcmena]

( @domfm​ )

It’d been a very common occurrence for Philomena to wake up in places that were not her bed - tables and meadows and locked cars in parking lots, once she’d fallen asleep on a branch of a very high tree and when she’d woken up, she’d immediately fallen and broken her collar bone (for the second time in her life). A very common occurrence indeed, and though her memory was great, she’d never been able to fully recall what led her to her next designated bed. That’s why it’d been no surprise when she woke up besides Dominic, eyes meeting ceiling first before turning her head towards the weight besides her. She twisted herself around, shifting onto her side so she could lean forward and poke, incessantly, at his nose, “Hello. Are you awake? Where are my socks? They’re gone.”

[the-younger-lane]

@dom--anderson

Penny could honestly say that she’d never stepped into the gym before but she couldn’t make it any longer. “Hi, I’m looking for Dominic Anderson.” She said softly as she saw a man walk past her. “He’s not expecting me.”

[teddy-armstrong]

@dominic-chellstone

Verdade seja dita: Por mais que morresse de saudades dos irmãos a mudança estava fazendo muito bem a Theodora, o apartamento no centro da cidade combinava muito mais com ela que a grande casa no subúrbio que dividia com os irmãos e o pai. Além disso, Elisa era uma companhia perfeita, discreta, raramente fazia grandes perguntas, focada na vida dela, e isso era bom, especialmente quando a frase “Sem perguntas” era cem por cento respeitada e então a outra Armstrong só fazia em Teddy um curativo definitivamente muito bom. Todavia, naquela tarde em particular morria de saudades dos seus “pirralhos”, como ela chamava, especialmente de Max, que era em casa sua companhia frequente, logo assim que viu a foto enviada pelo menor dele com seu tio Dom, ela tratou de sair de casa com uma de suas roupas casuais e ir seu coque frouxo e ir encontrar ambos, adentrando na Ladoux, a doceria que era praticamente o ponto de encontro da mãe de Teddy com a garota pequena e o melhor amigo e cruzando os braços seriamente em frente aos dois mas, logo soltando uma risada. - Eu não acredito que os bonitos vieram comer macarrons sem mim. 

Max saltou da cadeira, abraçando as pernas da irmã em sua pequena euforia casual. - Eu te mandei a foto para você vir e ficarmos todos aqui! Quer dizer...Menos o Tom, porque ele é um saco que so quer de sair com a “Amber”. - disse, sentando novamente ao lado do tio e fazendo careta. 

[ninaguardia]

@domsolari​

Mi dispiace, non ho visto... a ti.

[mabelgrxce]

The males snarky reply peaked the girl’s interest, and she turned to lean against the wall, shooting the boy a wink, “I like it when you call me princess.” She lowered her voice, sounding more sultry, “The view was fine anyway.” She laughed and turned back to her normal voice, “Nah, I’m just super hangry! All this basketball has me in a bitchy mood.”

mabelgrxce​:

@luxorstarters​

“I’ve been standing here for the last goddamn 15 minutes trying to get past you.” The girl huffed and placed her hands on her hips, “So can you please, kindly, get the fuck out of my way?” The girl had had quite the terrible day, and moved to shove past person in front of her. She was absolutely done with waiting and couldn’t help but show a bit of her charming personality. It was just that she was properly tired of people acting as though their time was worth more than hers. She smiled sweetly as she moved past, “Thank you.” The girl then immediately turned and rolled her eyes, trying to proceed on with her day. 

Dom wasn’t paying all that attention, but his attention was turned when the girl started yelling at him to move. He turned to face her. “15 minnutes? Ever try an excuse me? It works wonders, polite and you could have tried it 14 minutes ago.” He said as before watching her move. “There you go princess.”

[altviktcrr]

imessage ↬ dommy

viktor: hey buddy are you doing alright?

viktor: do you need someone to talk to?

[altduckyfm]

( @domfm​ )

There’s enough alcohol in Ducky’s system that he feels a little brave, now ( he should’ve always been brave; not gallant by any means, but fearless all the same - but he wasn’t, and he didn’t think he would ever be, truly - it lingered, fear, always somewhere ) - enough that when he sees Dominic it only takes a few seconds for him to stand up and make his way towards him ( he trips, once, over a discarded beer bottle - his own sloshing over his hand ), “Hey.” it’s forcibly casual - toes of his shoes dug into the sand to keep him upright - balanced - he clinks his beer with Dom’s, flinches away at the sound it makes, “Uh - can we ... talk, or something? I want to talk to you.”

[altscige]

imessage ↬ dom !

saige: hi

saige: [...]

saige: how r u