#godtier.start

[brightsvdes]

‘ ---- so what’s pegging ? ’

[hcartshaped]

their fingers gripped around the bar handle of the door and yanked it open, gesturing for the other to go in first before following. ‘ just when i forget that chicago’s nickname is the windy city mother nature is right there to remind me, ’  alva said, combing a hand through their hair once inside the warm sanctuary of the coffee shop.  ‘ what are you feeling? i’ll buy. ’

[rvtionality]

     winnie  was  simply  trying  to  check  another  thing  off  her  long  to-do  list  :  get  groceries.  so  why  was  she  standing  in  the  shivering  cold  behind  a  table  ?  she  looked  HELPLESS  on  such  a  dreary  day  and  merely  attempted  to  hide  her  discontent  as  another  passed  by,  “ do  you  want  to  buy  cookies  ?  i  got  FOOLED  into  watching  this  table,  but  it’s  been  an  hour  and  i  don’t  know  where  she  is. ”  there  was  a  slight  pleading  look  on  her  face.

[laurelwrecths-blog]

“i’m never going to get this done!!”   light brown eyes flicker from his notebook to the screen of his desktop computer and back to his notebook, there’s a slight pounding behind his eyes and he doesn’t blink for fear of irritating them further. “what’s a man got to do to get those creative juices flowing.” his hands are tensed, a fist banging down against the desk and just narrowly avoiding his notebook. 

[sacvio]

          HE  IS  NOT  THIS  way  —  not  this  monster  he’s  been  groomed  to  become,  and  yet  the  quiet  boy  has  found  actions  speak  volumes  louder  than  words.  he  is  patient  and  always  waits  for  the  world  to  sleep,  but  there  are  carefully  crafted  rules  a  volcano  like  him  must  follow:  and  even  then  no  one  could  stop  it  from  exploding.

     buttons  have  been  pushed.  zane’s  fist  has  flown  and  perhaps  cracked  a  jaw.  the  man  that  had  attempted  to  start  shit  in  the  bar  with  him  just  a  few  minutes  earlier  staggers  away  now,  whimpering,  tail  between  his  legs.  some  men  are  very  many  words  and  very  little  action,  and  zane  takes  a  bizarre  pleasure  in  putting  them  in  their  place  —  mainly  on  the  dirty  concrete.  he  is  not  alone  though  and  he  feels  someone’s  gaze  resting  on  him  and  his  bloodied  hand.

      «  enjoying  the  show  ?  »  he  sarcastically  mutters  as  he  turns  to  face  them.

[chrdnnay-blog]

“ C L O S I N G  T I M E , one  last  call  for  alcohol  so  finish  your  whiskey  and  beer . ”  hyunki’s  voice  echoed  over  the  low  hum  of  music  in  the  room,  giggling  in  punctuation  to  his  off-key  singing.  he  flopped  backward  into  the  booth,  humming  to  himself.  discarded  bottle  of  admittedly  top-shelf  sauvignon  blanc  that  was  started  and  finished  solo  sat  on  the  table,  mocking  him.  he  was  pleasantly  tipsy,  just  enough  to  curb  the  hangover  from  monday  martinis.  “ hey. hey. hey. ”  he  said  to  the  other  who’d  obviously  drawn  the  short  straw  in  accompanying  him  to  drink  on  a  tuesday,  “ another  round  ?  ‘dunno  what  time  it  is. ”  he  re-positioned,  head  flopping  softly  into  the  other’s  lap.  eyes  closed,  hyunki  let  out  a  content  hum, “ what  were  we  talking  about ? ”

[lvsxsleep]

the  owner  of  the  twenty-four  hour  diner  was  one  of  liv’s  customers  --  the  drug  kind,  not  the  s*x  work  kind  --  and  she  frequently  took  advantage  of   those  perks.  ie:  bottomless  french  fries  for  next  to  nothing  and  she  could  show  up  high  off  her  ass  without  worrying  about  old  whiteys  calling  the  cops  because  ‘it  smells  like ... ya  know.  and  i’m  worried  about  the  children.  it  is  a  gateway  drug,  afterall ’.  ok  maybe  a  specific  reference  to  an  even  more  specific  experience  of  hers,  but  any  opportunity  olivia  had  to  not  worry  about  pta  moms, ( who , frankly,  should  just  fork  over  their  husband’s  cash  and  buy  some  damn  xanax )  she  took.  

she  slumped  over  in  the  booth;  the  eyeliner  she’d  smudged  on  earlier  was  starting  to  cross  into  ‘end  of  a  bj  video’  territory,  but  liv  couldn’t  be  bothered.  “ i  almost  joined  a  cult  this  week. ”  she  deadpanned,  while  reaching  across  the  table  to  steal  one  of  the  other’s  fries.  her  fingers,  chipped  black  nail  polish  and  all,  itched  to light  the  ‘to  go’  blunt  she’d  snuck  in  her  jacket  before  braving  the  cold.  what’s  new  pussycat  was  playing  for  the  twelfth  time  on  the  jukebox,  and  the  twilight  zone  energy  of  the  diner  made  her  feel  at  home  ( and  kinda  h*rny ).  “ are  you  going  to  finish  those? ”

[fcades]

“  okay, tell me the truth here, don’t try to lie to me. i’ll know. i was once called the human lie detector..  ”  bea rambled on, hardly making any sense as she peaked her head out of her bathroom doorway. she soon took a step out, revealing her clad in a very faded, and obviously thrifted cropped hello kitty shirt.  “  what do you think ? too much ? too little ? should i crop it again ? i think i want to crop it some more.  ”  

[undcrwrld-blog]

“Okay, alright, fuck,” DJ muttered to himself, looking over the various infant-related items on the shelf in front of him. “What the hell do babies even need? Like, how does one simply take care of a baby?” He let out a frustrated huff and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “I don’t know how to be a dad, why is this kid even here? I guess this is why you use protection, folks..”

[jvncs]

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[hcartshaped]

‘ this is simple right ? ’  they said more to themselves than to anyone in particular,  ‘ i just have to avoid people for the next few hours. ’ 

[niiaque]

                ❛   ok but  ———        hood  off  or  hood  on  ?   ❜

[laurelwrecths-blog]

he can feel it in the back of his throat first, the pulsating, like his heart could come crawling up his throat. “hey” he snaps, without really meaning to. it was too loud, the clicking of their pen, or was it their nails tapping against the screen of their phone? he couldn’t really tell but it was bothering him. “can you stop being so loud?” the words leave his mouth and he feels terrible instantly. ‘damn, maybe this edible’s done a number on me.’ he thinks, his heartbeat still in the base of his throat. 

[rcmeuz]

✕     ╱         he wished to be sat there, undisturbed and untouched, ipad in hands, doodling on the app. rome had no idea what was the outcome of that piece -- he wasn’t a fan of drawing on the device, not even doing that while sitting in a café, just killing time before heading home. he snorted, letting the pen drop on the table -- he wished to not be there, but it was too early to go anywhere else, even to go home. undisturbed and untouched -- was what he wished, just for that moment, but it didn’t abide. ❝ can i fucking help you ? ❞ in one motion, he locked the screen of his ipad, looking at the one sitting on the other side of the table.

[consitor]

          SHE  KNEELS  DOWN  TO  wrap  the  dove  in  her  scarf,  cussing  violently  as  she  does  so.  who  in  their  right  mind  hits  a  bird  and  continues  to  drive  past  ?  there  really  was  so  little  humanity  left  in  this  world.  «  you’re  gonna  be  okay,  »  tamsin  coos  calmly,  though  the  dove  will  not  understand.  it  does  not  fight  the  girl  though,  and  that’s  how  she  knows  a  wing  must  be  damaged.  she  cradles  the  bird  against  her  chest,  wondering  if  she  can  free  one  hand  and  attempt  to  look  up  the  closest  vet’s  office.  this  proves  to  be  a  challenge,  the  dove  resting  faithfully  in  her  two  hands,  and  instead  tami  finds  herself  running  after  a  person  who  will  be  out  of  her  sight  soon  if  she  does  not  move  swiftly.  «  hi,  sorry  ?  could  you  do  me  a  favor  ?  »

[hcartshaped]

‘ any plans for valentine’s day ? ’