#feel free to assume connections !! or msg me to plot

[astralfms]

@palmviewstarters // palmview bonfire @ sunset villa's beach !

karaoke  was  practically  in  celeste's  dna,  family  gatherings  always  centered  around  the  activity.  she's  flipping  through  the  book,  enjoying  the  way  the  warmth  of  the  fire  offsets  the  cool  ocean  breeze.  feeling  a  presence  peering  over  her  shoulder,  her  head  turns  to  see  who's  joined  her.  “what  do  you  think  ?”  she  asks,  tilting  the  book  toward  them,  “should  we  make  this  a  duet  ?”

[calleighdelko]

Calleigh sat in the busy cafe - the two tables around her covered in planners, her laptop and more notebooks than one would think is possible for one woman to use. There was a frustrated sigh as she took another sip of her coffee. “Bloody vendors,” escaped pursed lips before she sensed a presence in front of her. Hazel irises darted up to the face before her, “Do you need me to move or do you just like watching me work?”

[naturiisms]

SMS 📩 open

AYANNA: have u seen those tiktoks where they have those little fuzzy chickens and then they get them wet AYANNA: and they look all fucked up and tiny after... kinda like hei hei from moana? AYANNA: ya that's how i feel right now lmaooooo

[aliisms]

location :  planet 7

“ HOW INTERESTED IN CHARITY ARE YOU ? ”   ali asks the person next to him, eyebrows raising slightly.   “ might i suggest donating to the ali hassan foundation ?   because i could really use a drink right now, and i forgot my wallet at home. ”

[a-emiliasfm]

location :   in front of her beat-up looking car, parked in the street

“ NOT ANOTHER FUCKING PARKING TICKET. ”   with a groan, emilia swipes it out of her car wipers.   “ this is like the third one in three months. i swear these cops are out to get me. i’m totally far enough from the hydrant, aren’t i ? ”   glancing over at the nearest person she could find, she gives them a look.   “ like, is it just me ? ”

[pxrsxphonesgxrden]

open starter // @seasstarts​

As the sun sets on their first day in port, Persephone stands anxiously near a forming line, hands folded together under her chin. It only takes a bit of looking to realize what she’s doing; standing in front of the line for a nighttime kayaking excursion, she looks like she’s deeply contemplating whether or not she wants to do it. Or, rather, she looks like she really wants to, but is a bit nervous about it. Blinking out of her reverie, she notices another person she recognizes and waves at them, smiling. “Oh, hi! Are you going to sign up, too?”

[emmadvs]

“okay, so i may have had one too many shots but that does not determine my aim,” emma claimed, eyeing the dart board ahead as she made mental calculations. “tell you what, if this is not bullseye, i’ll buy you a drink,” she proposed, raising a brow at the other as a smirk formed on her face. @shstarters​

[justzara]

📲 text: zara & [open]

zara: my dad's being more of a dick than usual 2day

zara: can i come over?

zara: or do u wanna go out and do something stupid?

[rockford-tellus]

“Now that calls for a drink,” Rockford said, tucking the small piece of paper away into his pocket and patting it. “You be a good girl for me and run along, then. I’ll be along to enjoy more of your talents later.” He reached a hand up, using his index finger to swipe a little bit of something from the corner of her mouth and wipe it off on a handkerchief, tucking it back into his pocket. The pretty young thing courtesies and with a ‘yes sir’ scurried off. He watched her go - oh that was an admirable form underneath that hoop skirt - and he turned back to the bar. “I’ll have your good wine, please...” he said, patting the counter to garner the barkeep’s attention. The coins he dropped on the surface helped as well. “...and... whatever my friend here wants as well.” Rockford thumbed towards the person sitting at the bar already. He was in a surprisingly good mood now.

[arayj]

EXT. SOMEWHERE AROUND YONGSA - DAY --- open for anyone

it was hard to be pocket-sized. however, the great distance that the pair have accumulated from each other was partly her fault as she was a one curious being. every thing that strikes her fancy, she takes a moment to gander at it. yongsa was like a wonderland to her and she was alice. she almost skipped towards the other just to catch up. once she managed to match her counterpart’s pace, her interest grew on the mysterious destination she was promised. perhaps it was uttered earlier, but the mention of a new adventure had her feet already running. still, she needed to sate the meddling thought in her mind.

“where are we going again?”

[gvcoleman]

Gabrielle could be called many things and she knew it - and stupid certainly wasn’t on that list. It was why she looked at the person in front of her with a wry expression, one eyebrow raised. Everything about her expression said ‘really?’

“You know,” she started, voice tinged with something that resembled amusement, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to bribe me here. You might want to reconsider.”

[gotatext]

        The room was melting around her. Neon skin and faceless bodies in a crowd, she was heat vision, skating through a mob of white-shirted bodies where glow-in-the-dark paint shone from cheekbones and breastplates. There was a feeling in her chest like the hatching of a bird and Greta found herself unsure if it was caused by the abundance of love and acceptance that bled through the carnival air or perhaps the chemicals in her bloodstream, back-alley traded and swallowed in a vodka soda. With glitter smeared cheekbones she drifted through the roller-rink, half on skates and half on wings, dripping silver from the creases of her tear ducts, neon paint in symbols up her skin. She fell before she remembered how to stand, one moment gliding effortlessly, the next clicking skates and tumbling headfirst into a pack of bodies. Grazed knees. Head rush. It was a second or two before she came to, pulling herself up by the elbow of the nearest figure and dropping into their chest. “Shit. Totally just stacked it. How embarrassing.” Her skin felt like skin again, a nervous adrenaline still thrumming beneath the surface of it, an eagerness in her to touch, taste, feel, smell as she inhaled the other’s scent. “Sorry for jumping you or whatever. You just look really good in neon,” Greta noted, pushing back her hair as she righted herself on her rollerskates, knee-high socks now torn and stained, hand extending towards her knight in shining tinfoil. “Fancy a lap of the ring? Promise I’ll go gentle on you.” 

[babyvlive-blog]

“hasta la vista, babies. until next time. signing off with all my love.”

vanessa switches off the camera, turns around in her computer chair with her iced coffee in hand, and shoots an expectant look at the person sitting on the fluffy chair in her room. “so, what’d you think? good enough first video for ‘baby v’s halloweek’?”

[shnvk]

open starter!

his head hurt, but that was nothing new. he pressed his fingers to his eyes, hoping to get momentary relief. he missed the safe and warm confines of a 3 A.M. bathtub.

he wasn’t sure how he ended up at the bar at every event or establishment he went to, but here he was. he didn’t really drink much, just enough to get him on a light buzz so he wouldn’t let his attitude slip with every stranger that approached him. he didn’t like getting into fights  that much anymore (his teenage self would be shocked). his coat was hung on the back of the chair he sat in, his nervousness making him a little hot and sweaty. he never knew why he kept coming to things when all he did was get overwhelmed, pretend he wasn’t, and then drink, but such was life.

he had noticed the 20′s apparel (a piss poor theme, he thought, he would have preferred a 70′s disco theme any day). but, if there was anybody around him, he didn’t notice. he was too occupied with staring into his glass and figuring out what he was going to do to make himself a little less red, a little less sweaty, a little less... this. he reached back to slip his hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out an orange pill bottle. prescription painkillers. he popped one into his mouth and swallowed it with a bit of... what did he order again? it was bitter, contrasting from his usual affinity to sweet and fruity drinks. he guessed he needed something a little stronger.

he noticed a shadow out of the corner of his eye, and supposed a person had either sat down next to him, or was in his general vicinity. ignoring would be rude, so he offered a simple, “good evening, or... whatever.”

[mftayking-blog]

someday taeyong would be the king of mystic falls, but for now he’d have to settle for being the king of having crises. his current crisis consisted of two pairs of sunglasses, identical in color ( red and black ) but one with a thinner frame than the other. “hey, hey.” tay tapped the shoulder of the person closest to him at the convenience store in mystic falls. “which one of these should i get? these. . .” quickly, he put on the first pair. they were red and black with thick frames. he flashed a smile to the person. “or these?” the pair he swapped the first pair out for were red and black with thin frames. this time he went with a cool pose. “i know i look cute in both, but please help a guy out.”

[jesse-childs]

Oz seemed distracted lately and Jesse wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to take advantage of the owner’s lack of attention. He had crawled up onto the counter to reach the chalkboard menu, using his sleeve to clear the Oz-approved specials listed there. He scrawled his own additions in their place, listing what were sure to be instant favorites such as The Brewed Awakening, Frank Sumatra, 03AH-5PBC-9K2T7 (Not Your Mother’s Hot Coffee Mod), and for customers who planned on ever sleeping again, The Decappuccino.

He hopped down when he heard a customer asking for help at the counter, turning towards them with the chalk still held between his fingers. “Sorry, I don’t make the drinks. I’m just head of marketing.”