#ft . jules

[damien-cox]

''Necesito un par de tragos para asimilar todo'' / @julessbr

Soltó una risa sin humor, un sonido breve y seco, antes de girar apenas el rostro hacia él. Sus ojos estaban más oscuros de lo habitual, cargados de tensión y algo más difícil de descifrar. "si encuentras la manera de que eso funcione, avísame." su tono era irónico, pero no burlón. Solo cansado. Llevó la copa a sus labios y tomó un trago largo, sintiendo el ardor del alcohol recorrer su garganta. "porque hasta ahora, todo sigue igual de jodido, sin importar cuánto beba." dejó el vaso de nuevo sobre la barra y lo empujó ligeramente hacia el bartender para que lo rellenara otra vez. Sus dedos tamborilearon contra la madera, una señal de impaciencia.

[leonamos]

"is that the groove master i'm seeing?" leon jokes as he shimmies his shoulders. he hadn't expected to run into jules, hasn't seen the other in a while. "what's up, man? you still breaking hearts everywhere you go?"

@julesainsley

[damien-cox]

Alzó una ceja, divertido por la facilidad con la que la pelotita entró en la portería. Se acercó con calma, deslizando las manos en los bolsillos de su pantalón mientras observaba el campo de juego como si realmente estuviera considerando la oferta. "vaya, eso fue casi demasiado sencillo. No sé si quiero arriesgar mi orgullo aquí," comentó con tono relajado, aunque una ligera sonrisa traicionaba su falsa indecisión. Finalmente, sacó las manos de los bolsillos y tomó posición frente a la mesa, apoyando los dedos en las perillas. "está bien, veamos si realmente necesitas a alguien para detener la pelota… o si solo buscas otro espectador para tus victorias." sus ojos se alzaron hacia su interlocutor con una chispa de competitividad latente. "¿reglas básicas o jugamos a sangre fría?"

sala de juegos.

‘ ¿juegas? ’ realiza invitación a nueva presencia en sala, desde posición en mesa de futbolito. ‘ no es divertido si nadie detiene la pelota ’ vista se desplaza a portero en uno de los extremos, mientras da un limpio giro a perilla y pelotita entra directo, anotando un punto y ejemplificando perfectamente sus palabras.

[fadinglights]

“i’m  not  the  one  you  want.  it’s  okay,  it’s  fine,  i’ll  get  over  it,  you  know,  eventually.” / @ameliiorate

the  cool  night  breeze  caresses  their  faces  as  jules  and  seonho  find  a  moment  of  respite  away  from  the  chaos  unfolding  on  the  rooftop.  below,  the  city's  lights  dance  and  twinkle  while  her  heart  paces  anxiously.  jules  has  contemplated  breaking  the  weighted  silence  first,  but  he  has  beaten  her  to  it.  "no  —  it's  not  like  that."  her  heart  aches  at  the  guilt  and  distress  etched  on  his  face,  a  consequence  of  the  hurt  she  has  inadvertently  caused  him.  taking  a  deep,  steadying  breath,  jules  allows  her  words  to  tumble  out,  even  if  they  are  far  from  polished.  "the  truth  is,  i'm  acting  distant  because  i  like  you  too  much."  she  admits,  a  dry  chuckle  escaping  her  as  her  fingers  fidget  on  the  cool,  stony  surface  beneath  them.  "i  know  it  sounds  weird,  but  it's  something  i  do.  it's  scary  to  me...  getting  attached  to  people."  and  he  has  already  caught  a  glimpse  of  how  she  never  quite  had  the  best  luck  when  it  comes  to  love.

[ferretpajamapants]

[inquisitor-julia]

someone send help i'm trying to write my da:i fic with my inquisition ocs and i have so far got *looks at fic*.....genuinely just the inquisitor trying to get her bearings in the dungeon in haven. has not even talked to cass or leliana yet. but i sat down to write and lost all motivation immediately T~T

[leonamos]

"bigger plans? what could be bigger than this?" leon chuckles as he sits on one of the stools. he faces the people behind them, "how exclusive is this party anyway? i feel like the whole town is here," he grins. it's been a while since he partied like this. big and bigger. "what about you?" the man says as he turns to jules, "any cooler plans for later?"

Jules figured there was no need for him to push for any more details, so he decided to just drop the topic. No need to stress anybody out, after all. He was there for a good time, and nothing was going to stop him from achieving that. "A beer and a shot it is," he agreed, leading the way to the bar. He let Leon put his order in before nodding, "go ahead and just double that," he said to the bartender, grinning. "Is it just a get-drunk kind of night, or did you have bigger plans?"

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @persephonyed )

Nova didn't say anything right away. What was there to say? The line between them had been smudged to hell months ago, and they'd been pretending not to notice ever since. They exhaled slowly, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "You know I never will," Nova said, her voice barely above a whisper. And that was the truth, wasn't it? No matter how many times Jules left smelling like someone else's perfume, no matter how much it tore them apart, Nova never turned her away. And that wasn't about to stop now.

[gay-pirate-anime]

it's been 15 years... was fairy tail as bad as I remember or was 14yo me too harsh of a critic?

[pizzleyanked]

it's been so much fun to take turns to go to work with them

[hecticlife]

"you're so mean," leon chuckles and softly bumps his arm against hers. he thinks for a moment, but makes a face when the word ceviche leaves jules' lips. "i actually hate seafood. especially if it's soaked in lemon. lemon should only be used for lemonade," he grins. the blond knows he's a picky eater, but he can't help it. it's not his best trait. but it's definitely not his worse. "but if we talking fried fish, i will devour it." leon hadn't been to the rojas family diver center in years. it seems like a good idea. "your abuela. does she miss me? i bet she does. i used to beat her at carioca all the time," he chuckles. "alright, let's go."

jules   doesn’t   reply   at   first.   she   is   too   preoccupied   with   blowing   a   fruit   -   flavored   bubble,   and   it   soon   pops   and   splatters   across   her   mouth.   they   chuckle   under   their   breath,   eyes   flickering   back   towards   leon   to   acknowledge   him   as   they   collect   the   gum   back   into   their   mouth.   “   when   aren’t   you   hungry   ?   ”   they   tease   with   a   smile   and   a   wiggle   of   their   brows.   “   i   thought   that   is   why   you   wanted   to   hang   out   …   y'know, to   go   find   some   lunch.   what   are   you   in   the   mood   for   ?   maybe   we   can   head   back towards   the   dive   center,   ”   jules   offers.   the   rojas   family   owns   a   diver   center   that   neighbors   the   also   family   -   owned   seafood   tiki   bar   and   restaurant.   “   mi   abuela   could   make   us   some   ceviche   on   the   house   !   or   anything   you   want.   ”

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also through context & clues i do kind of suspect like when jenashtep says she threw a glass over a review of a show of joe's im guessing it was [nyt, bsol] but then also well one does definitely know she was saying after indeed [nyt, bsol] review she went to visit joe's apartment bc she thought she was dead & like....context again, presumably this was genuine like christ & then some

[scftlightz]

 ┇ ⠀⠀⠀↺  / closed  starter for @blvckswcn . ♡

“   alright,  is  there  anything  else  we  have  to  do  before  they  arrive ?   ”

[psychepearls]

oh… that’s gore… that’s gore of my favorite comfort character

[mccncreatures]

He’d heard around town that this was the best shop in New Orleans. And he’d be damned if anyone was touching his bike who didn’t have the word of mouth to back it up. Rolling up to the shop, he parked his motorcycle in front of the open door before stepping into the garage, peering around. It had to reminiscent feel of one of those old school shops. A dying breed of businesses that didn’t rely on computers to do the investigating.

Looking at all the tools, he saw a pair of legs sticking out from under an old Chevelle, impressive all on its own. Peering down through the hood, Derrick met an unfamiliar gaze as he nodded to the woman. “Hey.” It’s a simple greeting, letting her know down in her own little grease filled world that he was here. Stepping back he bent his knees and peered at the woman from the front of the vehicle. “Rumor has it you’ve got the best prices and work in town. Ever work on a Springer Softtail before?”

@bvsyhead

[fadinglights]

in the dark, jules' gaze lingers on the packet of sleeping pills on the nightstand as she quietly wonders if she should take a second one to quiet the thoughts racing through her mind. "sorry." she whispers when she notices him turning to face her, likely woken up by her restless twists and turns. she wishes she could simply attribute her wakefulness to the typical nerves of someone soon to be standing at the altar, but the weight on her heart runs deeper than that. "i can't sleep." / @ameliiorate