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“this little stray followed me today. the barista from the cafe said she’s been roaming around the block for quite some time, perhaps looking for food and shelter,” bash explains, affectionately stroking the back of the tiny, black and white furred border collie bundled up on the male’s arms. “he didn’t have a collar on her, but they asked me if i could ask around anyway. do you know anyone missing a dog? or know what to do before i get too attached?” 

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pennyhannigan:

     after assessing any possible injuries and double - checking her unofficial patient, penny came to the conclusion that there really wasn’t anything wrong with the person in front of her.  ❛  next time you call me, you better actually be dying.  ❜  she left work early for this ? of course, she didn’t regret coming to someone’s alleged rescue. it’s just a small bump in the road on her way back from a very long day at work.  ❛  i’m glad you’re okay, though, but i’m still mad at you.  ❜  no, she wasn’t. she’s actually incapable of being mad at anyone.

his features crunches at the on-going lecture he already knew was coming, but his brown eyes show mirth despite the pain -- last night’s session of drinking sure had taken a wild turn, and this morning’s hurricane of a hangover was his punishment. “you asked how i was doing, i said i felt like i was dying -- hangovers kind of do that. obviously, i didn’t know you were just going barge in here.” he’s a bit guilty she’s wasted energy to actually drop by, but it warms him that someone cares. bash smiles lopsidedly as he sits back down on the sofa. “yeah, i’m fine. sorry i worried you -- wait, is it your day off? please don’t tell me it is, i’ll feel worse.”

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junegrcy:

“OKAY, okay so I may have almost burnt down the kitchen but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…I’m a terrible cook. Don’t you even THINK about laughing at me. Just…help me? Please. I beg of you.”

“what? did you miraculously burn water while you were cooking -- i’m kidding, i’m kidding!” bash is laughing good-naturedly as easily as it could be, shaking his head at the blonde before straightening up, lips upturning into a crooked smile. “I’m sorry, i’m not laughing. what were you attempting to make, if i may ask?”

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[ KIT HARINGTON ] —— [ SEBASTIAN FORTESCUE ] is a [ THIRTY-TWO ] year old [ SON OF THE EARL OF SCARBOROUGH / GHOSTWRITER ]. They identify as a [ BISEXUAL CISMALE ] and I’ve heard that they’re [ EMPATHIC & CAREFREE ] but can also be [ BROODING & STUBBORN ]. [ HE ] has been living in London for [ FOURTEEN YEARS ] and has since been known as the [ VAGABOND ]

hi lovelies, i’m RAFFY, hailing from the possibly worst timezone in existence ( aka GMT+8 ) i love binge watching, playing pubg mobile, using em dashes, and thinking of angst. total segway, we should totally plot cause i’m literally down for anything !! here’s a lil about my baby bash :

— BACKGROUND !!

sebastian dean fortescue was born to lord arthur fortescue, earl of scarborough, and his lady beatrice  — second and middle to two siblings.

life had been pretty normal for bash  — well, as normal as it could be for someone born into a nobel family. piano lessons, horseback riding, fencing; among others. home-schooled meant he was in his own bubble. sheltered wasn't a word he knew at that point in his life.

at the age of seven, his parents decided to enroll him to a private school. baby bash was basically like fish out of water, having never really interacting with many kids his age, not counting kids of similar background as him. schooling would be his first taste of freedom, as his father and mother’s focus on him was gradually lessened, as they would be focusing on other things, such as their respective jobs, and more importantly, their eldest and youngest. 

his relationship with his brother is strained, due to the unspoken rivalry of the two growing up -- bash having much more freedom to do whatever his heart desires, and his brother not having the same option ; while he is closer to the youngest, who shares his carefree nature.

skip a few years and so, when it was time for his higher education, he decided to take english lit & creative writing in london, much to his parents chagrin, since they had wanted him to take something at least medical related. ( he would have, but bash didn’t want his parents hanging over his head if he had took anything medical related )

after finishing his education, a couple times a year, he travels for a month or two to a place he’s never been to, trying things he’s never done before. currently, he’s working as a ghost writer for biographical novels to fund his travels. it’s his life, and he agrees that among the fortescue children, he is the lucky one. 

— PERSONALITY !!

rebel at heart. someone’s telling him not to do something? fam bye, he’ll be out there figuring out how to do the thing anyway.

the type to stop and say hi to animals. yes, he’s that person. also side note, is totally a cat person, but loves dogs too.

that friend gives advice and is always there to listen but never really opens up himself? totally bash, because bottling up everything is totally healthy.

too much responsibility to a thing? bash be like: mmmm, sorry i cant read g2g

making friends? totally good at it. keeping them and making a solid connection? rocket science.

he’s not exactly the life of the party type, but dammit, he’s always down for good times. adventure comes in different shape and form, after all.

soft boy. probably the reason he always comes back to london even though he literally could just stay anywhere is that so he could check in occasionally with the children’s charity he frequents.

TLDR ; 

bash was a sheltered, home-schooled baby until his parents started to focus more on his siblings and jobs, leaving him free to basically do whatever he wants. 

WC ; ( these are very general ideas that we can expand on, if picked )

best / close friends

unlikely friends ( two opposite personalities getting along type )

neighbor

childhood friends whose family that run in the same circle as his

went to the same uni or private school 

literally any kind of ex connection

met during one of his travels and meets again

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I always love costume, and I’m always heavily involved in how things should look. Or how they should feel really, because that’s part of the way I suppose I get into character in some ways. It’s a lot about costume.

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“everything I’ve ever done is an attempt to hide”

— El Pearson, from !!!be less afraid!!! (via lifeinpoetry)

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           “ Occupation: The family disappointment “

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TAG DUMP !

( run on gasoline — face. ) ( don't hide in the shadows — musings. ) ( i'll colour me blue — abt. ) ( love yourself so no one has to — wanted. ) ( tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps — music. )