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@starguk-seoulstars

Having just left his home, heading down the street, he felt like someone was staring at him. Having made sure in his phone he wasn't meeting up with anyone, he glanced around and noticed someone near by just, staring at him. {Hm... Interesting...} He debated, as he shifted to move near a building and step inside. He thought for a moment maybe his mind was acting up thinking it was him they were staring at.

"Maybe I can find something in here since I stepped inside." He said to himself, looking through a few things before seeing the person from before stop outside. {Okay not going to lie this is strange} He thought before stepping near the door after putting the items down. "HI there. I couldn't help but notice you looking. Can I help you?" He said as he played it off that he worked there so the other didn't know he saw them earlier and freak.

[ofinfinitedreams]

To be part of one of the most successful bands (Rage Nation) in the business was such an achievement. Every night Alex performed was such a rush of adrenaline. It was the greatest feeling to have your songs sang back to you. There was nothing quite like it. It was indescribable. At the moment it was festival season so she and her band had a few gigs lined up, but at this moment the brunette was here at this bar to celebrate one of her oldest and dearest friends’ birthday. It was a thankful time to celebrate and mingle with the other elite musicians that were in her orbit. After an hour or so the party was in full swing. There was a copious amount of alcohol and music was blaring within the karaoke section. Her body was absolutely buzzing with giddiness as she was urged to take up position on the stage for a random duet. A soft chuckle fell from her lips as she waited for her partner and their song selection of choice. She prayed it was someone she knew well, but she was here to have fun and enjoy herself which is exactly what she was doing, so she didn’t mind if it wasn’t. She’d eat them alive and absolutely kill whatever song was about to play, she mused to herself and the crowd cheered in anticipation. A shy smile graced her features as she saw him take to the stage as well. Andrew Harris. She knew him a little and glad it's him out there with her. Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado.Timbaland started and feels electric when she hears him start to sing along ready for her to join.

@isles-of-man

[underteika]

@kleinstar liked for a starter!

The rain is really coming down this time. Sheets of water, booming thunder, and the wind is picking up too. Honestly, it's a terrible time to be outside. And now there's this hippie van beeping at Eiden from the sidewalk. How rude! ... Oh. No, that's Anda.

"Hey! Eiden! Need a lift?"

It's hard to hear the 'CLUNK' of the locks disengaging, but the door to the vehicle is open!

[corrodedcoughin]

Further living with Eddie scenarios: Steve is briefly woken up at like three am and vaguely registers he has moved from one place to another, as if Eddie was getting him to bed from the couch. He wakes up in the morning. He is not in his bed. He is not in his house. He appears to be in the back of Eddie's van. When he opens the door, he discovers he is on the beach. After much bafflement and a cup of coffee Eddie got on the way, he figures out that Eddie just. Decided they were going to have a beach day, checked to see if Steve was off work in the morning, and loaded him up. They have to get a change of clothes for Eddie bc he remembered to check whether Steve was working and grab him a change but not Anything else. They have a good time tho.

🗣🗣🗣

I read this at work and then haven’t been able to think of anything else since. BLESS YOUR MIND.

I’m just imaging eddie playing Tetris with sleepy Steve’s body in the back of the van, trying to get him in a position just right so that he isn’t rolling around like a bowling ball

These trips start to become a regular thing but they are never scheduled because eddie doesn’t really plan them in advance. He just has a feeling when he thinks Steve needs to be out of the town and in a different headspace. There’s at most 2 days worth of planning but usually it’s the same day decision.

Robin has had to cover A LOT of shifts for Steve but after her initial complaining she doesn’t mind. Not really. She sees how much effort Steve puts into caring for everyone else and if she can help eddie look after Steve in this small way she’ll do it. She’d do anything for her best friend.

Eddie tends to get a bit anxious about his plans just as they are reaching his intended destination, wherever it might be. He talks himself into believing that this is too much and something Steve doesn’t want, that he’s just putting up with because he feels sorry for Eddie. These feelings fade away when Steve slowly wakes up in stages involving coffee, blankets, kisses and breathing in his boyfriend’s scent at the place where his neck and shoulder meet. This ritual always makes Eddie feel fuzzy and warm in the best way, the smile he gets from Steve when he checks out the scenery for the day confirms to Eddie that all the worry was worth it. Always will be.

They have a collection of Polaroids in a beaten up vhs case of all of their trips that is Eddie’s prized possession.

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Celebrations

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@tessastormrp

"You are all alone it seems," Shiera commented gently as she came over to her brother. The hall of the Red Keep was rather crowded, their father King Aegon was throwing yet another feast, and all his children, including the bastards, were present.

Shiera had been enjoying herself, dressed in a long silver gown, her mismatched eyes bright with entertainment, dancing with several people throughout the evening before finding her way over to one of her brothers. She sat down next to Byrnden and looked at him.

"Are you not enjoying the feast?" She asked.

[finclgicls]

@fxcdboys liked for a starter based on the wishlist !

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓.

𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗛𝗜𝗠 , especially when she knew he was right there . a few months ago , when the chance to go on a summer vacation with her best friend and her family had presented itself , clara had all but jumped to the opportunity . it wasn't uncommon for them , not when clara had done so since she was a young girl .

naturally it all changed when by chance , she had matched with her best friend's brother on tinder . of all people . suddenly she wasn't so sure if she should be there , last thing she wanted was to make him think she plotted this somehow , but seeing as not-so-innocent looks had turned to her sneaking away into his room once her best friend was asleep , it felt like she had made the right decision not backing down from it after all .

there she was again . tiptoeing to the upper floor , hoping no one would hear her . hoping she would be silent enough as she opened his bedroom door with a smile on her lips and excitement in her bones , soon occupying her place on his bed , ginger hair thrown to the back as to not block her view of him . " you're slowly but surely getting in the way of my nice nights of sleep , your sister almost pulled an all nighter on me today . "

[thefvrious]

@carp3diems wanted indiana mallory

Indiana stared at what was happening before him with eyes wide and with confused terror. "Can... can you please just explain to me what the fuck is going on?" He asked, the fear rising like bile in him.

[daringsunflowers]

@wildestdrcam based off THIS

As Colton sat on the back booth of the bar he couldnt help but feel like this was a terrible idea. Maybe she wouldn’t know who he was? Doubtful lately his name had been all in the news since his split with the famous actress. Some people knew his band and loved the drummer. Regardless he had felt nervous. What if she decided she was mad that he was who he was. He hadn’t really told her the complete truth of who he was over Tinder but it was only to protect himself. If he was to go on Tinder with his photos and real name people would either think he was some troll or they would be talking to him for the wrong reasons. 

The two had clicked so well that when he was in town for a show this weekend he has invited her out at the bar. Letting her know that he was in the back booth he waited nursing his drink. When the door chimed and he looked up he saw her. She had looked even more beautiful in person than in photos. Cole lifted his hand a little to get her attention and let he know he was here.

[woednesdayaddams]

♱ starter for @edxmunson

frail hands are tightly holding a black envelope from each side. she considers the letter inside as classified, uttermost important and only a select few will have the honor of receiving it. arm extends toward him, shoving the envelope close to his face. the content of the letter, short and on point.

Hellfire club member,

You've been invited to a secret seance. Location for the event is LX GNTRD. Hint: alphabet -1.

Signed, Wednesday Addams.

wednesday couldn't think of a better way than to codify the location, other than going backwards one letter in the alphabet. the riddled location is simply [my house]. her parents kept plaguing her with questions about her friends at school and frankly, she doesn't have friends, acquaintances at the very best. inviting eddie seems like the better alternative to her mother's insistent and plainly diabolical way of inviting people over. it's enough to shut their mouths.

[sonofsaviors]

Whisperers

It had been a month, two weeks, and four days since Logan had been separated from his father. They had been scavenging through an abandoned neighborhood in north Virginia, rifling through cabinets and cupboards and drawers for anything of use.

Negan trusted Logan enough to allow him to check a house across the street; they habitually whistled at certain times, to draw walkers out from their hiding places. The herd had materialized from the woods across the neighborhood and by the time father and son had seen them through the dust-streaked windows, it was too late to head back together. The best chance was to hunker down and wait for them to pass.

At least until Logan had accidentally startled a raccoon and drawn a few walkers towards him, and he had no choice but to run. He was too busy hauling ass to see his father's reaction or what became of him. He just kept going until he couldn't anymore.

Logan didn't even know where he was for a while, although he did find maps, but struggled matching them up to real life roads; he'd never had to do it before. He spent weeks scavenging plants he remembered from Scouts, subsidized with food from homes and buildings.

He would find Dad again, no matter what. Even if it took a while.

The sound of approaching footsteps drew Logan's attention and the young boy tensed up as he drew a knife. A lone walker stepped through the bushes and ambled towards him, halting for a second, and Logan could feel the hair on the back of his neck raise. Walkers didn't think, so why did it seem like this one was... startled by seeing him.

Logan growled slightly as it reached for him, stepping back carefully and waiting for the best moment. Of course, nothing could have prepared him for the very human-like noise of pain and bright, living blood that came when he stabbed the walker - the man - in the neck.

The boy scrambled back a bit in surprise, before more footsteps made him look up. A group of walkers - wait, no, people wearing the faces of walkers - stood staring at him.

Logan stared back, completely bewildered and lost for words.

@autopsified

[wastheheart]

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@rosefromdeath asked: ‘ i’ve never been so alive. ’ (thank you!)

This day had always seemed nothing more than an idea. Now it's happened, Esme is left unsure of just how she feels. Worry primarily settles in her bones.

Of course, Carlisle was the one to take it upon himself to initiate Gabriella's change. If not for the Volturi and the pressure they unyieldingly placed upon Esme's coven, Gabby would still be mortal. Every avenue to them was explored in an effort to extend Gabriella's mortality, but they were met by resistance in every direction; threats, ultimatums.

Esme has not left her daughter's side in the days it's taken for her transformation to reach completion. It is a hard pill to swallow as familiar eyes open to reveal red eyes. Esme's guilt is only outweighed by the relief that Gabby survived, although that invites a whole other can of worms that she presently chooses to ignore.

"Everything will be overstimulating for you right now," she comments, her hand still holding Gabriella's own. "I'm not surprised you feel that way."

[chiimaera]

THE DARKNESS DID NOT REFLECT THE LIGHT, it consumed it. a black hole, a void, opening its maw and devouring what it was given. its smoke like form held true shape, an filled in space of a body sitting on the floor of a white painted cell. it flittering between man, woman and shadow, wisps of black curled and dissipated along curves and edges. four bright white lights pointed at it on each side, bathing the creature in light and reflecting in each corner so no walls created shadow. without darkness, soil or blood, they were confined in their glass prison.

" how long will you wait, @empirefall? " with no mouth to speak, its voice was that of many tones layered over each other. " or do you plan to rot in this place? " the guards were careful to keep any deceased far from their cell, the scoundrels.

[snowbellsquiver]

@saltyunordinaryprincess

*Calls Em’s Cell*

“Hey sweetie, it’s mom. I was wondering if you and hope would like to join me and your sugar filled little brother for time at the park? I’m going to your put an arrow through your father for letting him have a poptart and cocoa for breakfast! He knows better..Em, hold on.. Neal! Do not even think about jumping off! Get down, right now.” Snow groaned, rolling her eyes as she rubbed her forhead. Her four year old was waving his wodden sword standing on the kitchen table.  “He really needs to run some of this off and I would love to spend some quality time with my biggest baby and her little pirate princess.” 

[songandflame]

[CLEAN]

Reasons to Cup a Face || @leatherforhell (thank you!)

It had taken months for Fantine to comfortably eat in front of Clara, let alone with her. With it came feelings of shame and anger that she couldn't simply be normal, but the reasoning behind it stayed behind tight lips, too. Whatever, Fantine could not delve into the reasons behind this behaviour— maybe one day, just not today.

Tonight's meal is quick and easy. They're both tired and lacking energy to really cook anything "substantial", but Fantine doesn't care too much. Hotdogs will do just fine. In fact, it's a comfort food, only made better with ketchup and mustard.

Two cans of cola sit patiently on a small coffee table in front of them; Clara's is already open, but Fantine will only drink once she's finished eating. It's habit now. One born from "etiquette" rules thrust upon her whilst growing up. It was a rule she believed stupid, but she adhered to it, even all these years later.

Her thoughts had captured her attention, so much so her actions had become robotic until she feels Clara's thumb against the corner of her mouth.

She can't help but startle and jerk her head away before realising what's happening. Partially chewed food goes down the wrong way with her gasp and causes Fantine to momentarily cough before it develops into laughter. Her cola can finally hisses open as Fantine tries to clear her throat. Finally somewhat successful, she drops the hotdog she's eating and places her can back on the table.

As she leans back, Clara's hand cups Fantine's cheek and her eyes silently ask if she's okay. For a moment she wishes not to speak, Clara's hand is more soothing than the drink was, but she needs to assure the other she's okay.

"Sorry, I'm not normally so dramatic. Let me guess, it was sauce, huh? I don't know why condiments have to be so messy."

[all-that-is-youtiful-and-void]

@munniexhalazia

To think he'd ever had a chance to have his art be seen, but Woo was happy where he was, in a shop to sell his art. It was a rather small shop, just starting off, but it made him happy, coming up with a painting or two almost every day, each one unique and different.

"Hi there, any requests you'd like me to paint? Otherwise, feel free to look around. Everything but the art on the window is for sale, " he said with a soft smile.

[kit-just-kit]

(Closed starter for @propertyofseagate​ )

Often, Kit got very annoyed with herself. Like, when she was confused, unclear, hesitant or just plain afraid. Right now, as she stood just to the side of the closed door, she felt all of those things, jumbled up inside her making her stomach and throat ache. Ridiculous really, that a forty-year old woman could be so bloody childish at only the prospect of simply knocking on the damn thing.

After a groan of self-annoyance, she turned, faced it then knocked up in sharply - once, twice and three times. There was no going back now, as she could already hear someone inside moving about and making their way over. One way or another, she was going to have someone find Seb. And when the door was opened, she immediately felt less nervous and much more calm.

“Hello, my name is Kit. I was told you might be able to help me?”.