#thread; mj

[lucastheoclarington]

Bruised And Blue @itsamarcusjones

Luke glanced down at his phone and sighed, trying to see through the swell that was growing in his eyes, and the blood, to reply to Sebastian with his sore fingers. He had felt himself up and had felt a definite cut on his right eyebrow, another on his nose bridge, and one on his lip, there was also a very hot spot, pulsating, around his left eye, which he suspected would be black by tomorrow. Sebastian had at least told him where the hospital wing was, so he could more or less situate himself in the dim lights, until he found the brightly lit section of the Carson Hall, which had to be what he was looking for.

As he approached, he saw the scrawling letters saying Hospital Wing, and took a breath as he went for the door, easily entering as it was open, "hello?" He called, figuring either the doctor or the nurse should be around.

[thewingedwolf]

cam mj and angela NEED leah & quinn in this house to take at least one (1) shot at the triplets if they want both a path to f2 and any sort of win equity (well angela is toast but whatever), not getting kimo out maybe benefits chelsie a little but everyone is clearly refusing to think about what happens when they’re on the block or in f2 with one of t’kimobina bc what happens is THEY LOSE

[ofginjxints]

@seolinah ctd from (x)

"Yeah, tell me about it." Tristan gave her a small smile, a semblance of a chuckle before he was unable to keep the façade up. He looked up at MJ and shook his head, "No, just as surprising to me as it was you." At least he could tell the truth then. But then, what else could he say? That he was maddeningly in love with her? That he wished every single waking moment that he had made the move before Steve? That he wanted to be the one to spend the rest of his life with her? No. Instead, he mustered up a smile, "That looks pretty on you." Another vague truth.

[the-lavender-room]

Hi and welcome back to daddy issues

[victoriams]

ᴡʜᴏ: PRUDENCE WARREN & OPEN ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: THE CAESAR FLICKERMAN SHOW, BACKSTAGE ᴡʜᴇɴ: TRIBUTE INTERVIEWS

It had been a couple of days since the... incident at the TRIBUTE BALL. Although it had been replaying on a loop in Prue's mind ever since ( the sound of blade piercing soft skin, the gurgle of a dying man's throat, blood pooling quick and fast and sticky and wet ), so far, she hadn't been arrested – which she took as a good sign. She imagined if the Capitol knew about her and Danya's involvement in the little stunt, they'd both already have been made to disappear – executed or worse. She knew she should feel relieved about the fact that she was still healthy and breathing, but there was a lingering tension about her – baited breath as she waited for the other shoe to drop, if it ever did.

Instead of dwelling ( okay, she'd multitasked ), she had thrown herself into preparations for the interviews. Though her tributes weren't exactly particularly grateful for the work she'd put in, Prue thought she'd done a fairly decent job – especially considering she was a novice, and one whose entire role as a stylist was a lie, at that. Although her job is as good as over at this point, she still lingers backstage – peeking around the curtain to watch Theon's interview. She couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the poor kid as she watched him onstage – she couldn't claim to know Caius particularly well, but she doubted he would be sticking his neck out to save his nephew when push came to shove.

Prue startles when she feels a hand on her shoulder – practically jumping out of her skin at the unexpected contact. She spins around to face the newcomer, eyes a little too wide and wild to be considered calm. "Sorry, hi," She whispers, offering a half-smile, "Let's move away from the stage, shall we?"

[batcloak]

@watsonjackpot aka loml ( from: starter call ! ) ¸.•* ♡ from sue !

Sue was . . . bored. She had been listening to Tony for the past hour. As impressive a scientist, mechanic and strategist he was, that she respected him, it only lasted so long in a meeting. Who'd have thought superhero meetings could get dull ? Years of sitting through them -- SHIELD's were even worse -- proved that they could get very tedious. Even Reed wasn't begrudging her for taking out her phone and zoning out. She was doing quite the childish act: texting someone in the same room. CEO of S.I. the famous redhead herself.

[ 💌 ＢＲＯＡＤＷＡＹ ] is this wrapping up anytime soon ? [ 💌ＢＲＯＡＤＷＡＹ ] I love Quantum Mechanics but . . . this could have been an email.

[wolfandwords]

Wait, vampires are real?

[prince-liest]

I recently got very into perfumes after realizing that the V&R Flowerbomb I've been wearing for like 6+ years has become very grating to my nose over time and I needed to explore other scents, and it's absolutely wild how acute the realization that simply Walking Around While Smelling Nice improves my day so immensely is.

[sendmyresignation]

deeper into major labels and while i disagree with a lot of it its become more of a fun intellectual exercise since now it's much clearer sanneh is in his own critical zone instead of just going total summation mode.

[65ths]

watching her hunt, the dots connect immediately. she's impressive with a bow, far more than anybody else from district 12 ever should be for a coal based industry. hunting isn't something she's picked up solely for the games or within them. "who taught you how to shoot? i can't imagine the family expert is prim."

⎯⎯⎯⎯ a small starter for @fals3nd / katniss

[lucastheoclarington]

Photoshoot. for @dommemercyjones

Lucas slung his camera bag over his shoulder, as he got out of he car, and walked over to the fairytale café to wait for Mercedes. He hadn't pictures of someone that not himself in a while, and much longer since he'd taken a picture of someone that wasn't a sub staying with him. He liked to keep that kind of work private, kept a portfolio at his place with the pictures, names, and dates, each being inspired by the sub's different beauty and traits. It was one of his favorite past times, but he hadn't got to do it in a while.

He was hoping things would go well with Mercedes today, they had been getting along, and he truly appreciated having someone to talk to, like they'd been doing. As he waited, he walked a bit along the sidewalk, looking at store fronts, watching buildings around them, taking note of good spots, and good decor, and props he might be able to use.

[rottenrewards]

Closed starter for MJ Wallace ( @mjwallace ) Location: Outside of MJ's apartment

Elliot's life had been out of control the moment he won the lottery. He'd been in the depths of mourning the loss of his relationship when he won 16.8 million dollars (after taxes) and as life altering and amazing as it was it really threw a wrench in how Elliot was coping with his new single life. He'd been unable to process the celebrity status he skyrocketed to back in Amarillo while still dealing with his heartache and that's exactly why he packed up his old apartment in boxes and put them in a storage unit back in Texas so he could start over somewhere else. Everything was still so fresh. It hadn't even been a year since everything in his life changed and he'd only been living in Chicago for two months now. Elliot was very much so living in the whirlwind of it all. Some days were great, some were awful, and some felt downright terrifying. He was thankful that in Chicago he was able to fly under the radar. People didn't know he'd won the lottery and he wasn't about to tell anyone else who didn't already know. People got incredibly greedy once they know you've got money and he didn't want to handle severing ties with folks before they could even be established.

It was on one of his many nights out that he ran into MJ. They were a hot bartender at a bar he was at and one thing led to the next and now they were... friends? Dating? Fuck buddies? Elliot didn't want to throw any labels down. He was incredibly unpracticed when it came to the dating scene and really he didn't even know what he wanted. He'd gotten with his ex when he was only sixteen so he didn't know what it was like in the world as an adult to be single. He didn't even get his first dating app until moving to Chicago and he found it pretty disorienting scrubbing through people just to find folks he found attractive. It was all a lot but Elliot was pushing through. His ex had moved on incredibly fast which only meant he should do the same, right?

Tonight Elliot was going to try not to think too much about anything and simply have fun. He wasn't going to think about his ex or any of the other shitty stuff that kept him up at night despite his good fortune. No, he was a lottery winner god dammit he was going to enjoy his new found wealth. He didn’t have a plan for his night with MJ he simply was seeing if she was free because she conveniently lived in the same high rise as him and he was growing to like her company. He found himself at her door and knocked. A smile was on his face when she opened the door. “Hi,” he greeted her warmly. "I'm not sure what you want to do tonight. I was thinking we could go out," he offered. "But if you wanted to stay in that's cool too. I can always run and grab a six pack of something down the street."

[polymusepotion]

How long had it been?

Months. Eight months. Well, ten days shy of eight months, if she wanted to be specific. And now she stood across the darkened and crowded street, watching him speak with Kol about something. Watching him gesture with one hand while the other slid into his trousers pocket. The quirk at the corner of his mouth. The subtle narrowing of his eyes. It was all so immediately familiar.

The wind shifted through her hair taking, Mara suspected, her scent to him. He would notice, she thought. Hoped. Needed. If not, she would keep following until he knew he was being hunted. Then the game would really be on. “Gods, I’ve missed you,” she breathed.

@enduringlystoic

[lildoodlenoodle]

The whole Crowded Rooms thing with Tom Holland is, once again, simply proving all Spider-Man are bisexual.

[redhead-reporter]

º ✧ 。continued from HERE with @tellemimdead !

"I know you do, Tiger." MJ drawled, trailing her manicured fingernails along his jawline with a SMIRK. "Think I might wanna be a little naughty later once I turn in this draft - blow off some STEAM. You gonna be around for that, or are the costumed crazies ALSO misbehaving?"

[the-lavender-room]

Beat the spoooder while he’s down🕷

Make him ugly cry