#w/ phoebe

[themissing-linc]

who: Linc & @thephoebeyates where: Phoebe and Foster's apt, sans Foster

The rules of rom-com night were simple and sacred: Come bearing snacks, do at least one face mask or spa treatment, and air out all your shit to the tune of Notting Hill or something else they'd seen a dozen times before. Tonight, Linc came bearing two Dreamland paper bags full of snacks-- Drumsticks, Hot Fries, Nerds Gummy Clusters, the works.

He'd only been in Phoebe and Foster's shared apartment a handful of times, but Linc busied himself sliding the ice cream into the freezer and fishing for a bowl to dump the chips in. "What's your movie recommendation for tonight?" he asked, plopping a hot fry into his mouth and pulling a bottle of cheap Champagne out of his bag. "You want a glass?" he asked, opening the bottle with his keychain corkscrew.

Linc spied Phoebe's spa night spread on the coffee table and he dutifully made his way into the living room, balancing a wine glass between his fingers and snacks in his arms. He dropped a raspberry in his Champagne, then Phoebe's, and tapped his hand on the coffee table. "I.... think I fucked up," Linc admitted, words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. "With Dante."

[quinweisz]

who: Quintana & @thephoebeyates where: Latte Love's stall

Bumming around the community stalls with the teenagers looking for jobs was beginning to get really depressing. If she was still drinking, Quintana would make it into a game-- how many rows down on the application that pesky little criminal history question was, how quickly Quin's application and varied employment history got dropped to the bottom of the bin. Like, really, what do these pimply-faced sixteen-year-olds know about hard work that she didn't? --And shouldn't her I'm-a-lesbian shirt overrule at least a little bit of the checkered past?

Since she couldn't exactly drown her sorrows without a repeat of what she'd have to put in the box anyways, Quin sought refuge in the form of an iced latte. A controllable, a constant. An anchor in the storm-- something like that.

She shoved her straw through the plastic opening and reached to her left to throw the paper into the wastebasket when she noticed a familiar face. The girl she'd seen Eli with, earlier. "Hey, uh, sorry if that guy was bothering you earlier," Quin said, stepping closer and clicking her tongue. "You know, Eli's kind of known for not getting the hint. Poor guy. Really gotta cut him loose with some expletives, really sell it."

Quin grinned, revealing that she was fucking around. "You a friend of his?"

[taste-in-music]

Hold up I've got a collection in progress

[thatdogmagic]

(Lacey/Phoebe; collab between me and @ependasketchpad)

WIP panel of a very smug Lacey and a very worn out Phoebe for #werewolfwednesday

[greghatecrimes]

[dubblebubbleibuprofen]

When one of them can’t fuck and the other can’t stop fucking

[joselialopes]

Grinning, Jo accepted the compliment gracefully, "You're sweet. And completely right... except for his chest hair situation, that'd be a toss-up." She watched Phoebe for a long moment, appreciating the way her cheeks were dotted with pink and wondering if she would have to walk back her desire for uncomplicated fun sooner rather than later.

Joselia watched apprehension dance across Phoebe's face, beaming when the woman agreed to give it a go. "Phoebe," she repeated, nodding. "Well, thank you for the warm welcome, seriously-- you have no idea how much I needed this. I'm Joselia," she offered her hand to shake, then steeled her brow. "What song are we doing, then?" She lifted her almost-empty beer to her lips, asking, "And do we need a bit of liquid courage? Asking for myself."

A blush formed on her cheeks as the other woman teased her. “Oh, no, I…uh…” She stammered, “I think you could rock anything better than Simon Cowell.” Phoebe eventually settled for, because that was a normal and sane thing to say to any other human being. She said it before when she watched the 1990 classic Julia Roberts movie, and again every time she interacted with an attractive female in the wild: pretty women would be the death of her.

At the offer, Phoebe bit her lip, wondering how long it’d take until she’d cave. There was a lot of classic peer pressure antics she could never find herself being able to follow through on, but this was mostly harmless fun, right? “Okay.” And damn, she could be very persuasive. “I’m in. And, uh welcome to town, by the way. I’m Phoebe.”

@joselialopes

[ssiggss]

Scene concepts!!

[themissing-linc]

LINC: top 5 highest things to jump off of in blue harbor ???? LINC: kidding. kind of. LINC: did you know dante was in town ? @thephoebeyates

[puppetbilly]

continuing my series of "just put your blorbos into other artworks". oh and heres a bonus detail shot to show off the shiny watercolor, i'll admit a big reason i did this painting was as an excuse to get sparkly with it

[laineycaldwell]

"Ah," Lainey said, nodding. The fourteen-hour day detail definitely made a romantic knight-in-shining-armor moment look less sexy. "Sounds like the most romantic thing for both of you is passing the fuck out tonight." She laughed, almost missing it for a moment-- the feeling of falling asleep next to somebody night after night, the domesticity of it all. "So, what, he's a chef? A waiter? A sommelier?" She couldn't avoid her intrusive need to know details, and if she was right, Phoebe wouldn't deny her.

"Okay, well, get a drink with me," Lainey suggested, leaning her head over her shoulder. "Not tonight, like for real. It seems like we have a lot to catch up on." She hadn't been... amazing about keeping up with anybody from Blue Harbor, and her few and far between visits were spent almost entirely with CJ. It wasn't a bad thing, just a thing, but Lainey figured if she was going to once again call Blue Habor home, she ought to put in some effort-- and who better than Phoebe Yates from home ec to be her friend?

Laughing, Lainey saluted Phoebe, "They should put up my picture with a plaque or something." She looked around with a raised brow, "Matter of fact, where's my purple heart?" Lainey smiled wryly at Phoebe's quip, glancing over at CJ and the group gathered around him again. Maybe peace and quiet was a stretch, but like it or not, it was home. "The CJ-wrangling field?" she asked, "I think that's a contract for life." She knew what Phoebe meant, but she also knew she wasn't ready to get into it all-- not here. Lainey had just recently learned how to admit fault at all, and certainly wouldn't be doing it in public.

Before she could talk her way around the question, a plastered party guest cocked their arm back to launch their bowling ball. "Fuck!" she laughed, launching herself off of the counter. She turned towards Phoebe, holding up a hand, "Seriously, though, text me, okay?"

THE END.

She could feel the tips of her ears go pink at Lainey's comment, not that it was necessarily bad, but at the image that conjured up in her head; herself in some big poofy white dress ad Foster in a three piece tuxedo, wedding bells in the distance. They had only been dating a couple of months officially, and he hadn't said it back yet. The thoughts of marriage were just inappropriate.

"I think it's romantic if you live in a bodice ripper. Not when one has had her body weight in tequila whilst bowling, and the other has just put in like, a fourteen-hour shift at his restaurant and has to pick up said tequila-infused girlfriend." She joked instead, picking at the toppings of her own slice. Yates. Lainey did remember her then. Not well enough to know that Phoebe seldom used her surname unless she was obligated to but, it was something. "I think you and CJ will both live." For all his (alleged) faults, the racer was never one to push people into doing things they didn't want to, something Phoebe had always been immensely thankful for.

"I think you set the class record of most blood lost in a single hour." Phoebe recollected fonfly. The news of the lease surprised her, because successful people didn't just come back to this place, not for such a stretch of time anyway. "Ah yes, the infamous Blue Harbor peace and quiet." She gestured around them. "Still going to keep working in your field?"

[laurellance]

prue, piper and phoebe halliwell in 3.17

[enden-k]

go to lucky spot

2. get ur ass kicked

3. feed the kitties

4. ?????

[sicknessinmotion]

father & child

succession // source // yusef komunyakaa // motion sickness - phoebe bridgers // anne sexton // w.s. merwin.

[beaujester]

favorite salt in the wound finales (in no particular order) rock en seine, france - august 25th (x)

[decadadedecadencia]

Phoebe Philo