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oktaja:

— sure it was midday on a tuesday, but pre-game time was all the time in taja’s mind. and yeah, maybe her idea of a “mimosa” might’ve been a straight glass of champagne with a drop of orange juice for good nature, but it was the thought that counted, right? her microbraids pulled back, she adjusted her sunglasses before taking a substantial sip of her drink. the restaurant patio’s typical clientele buzzed around her, and she couldn’t help but feel completely in her element ( even if that did imply daydrinking ).

Blake stepped into the restaurant for the first time and realized just how much he didn’t fit in. For one, it seemed to be a social scene more than anything else, with everyone around him either in pairs or in groups. He, however, was alone — which wasn’t unusual to those who knew him, but in that moment it felt like it was. Despite the fact that everyone was too wrapped in their conversation to notice his gangly, sullen figure, Blake suddenly felt self-conscious of himself. Glancing around, his gaze fell upon the only other person in the area who wasn’t engaged in a conversation, and didn’t seem to be, and made his way towards them. “You shouldn’t be drinking alone,” he said, hovering nearby instead of sitting down in the empty seat. “Or in the middle of the day.”

#( chats. )#( ft. oktaja. )#( // syKE imma reply to this bc she seems so cute i love her and nOW I GOTTA LEAVE PCE YALL ILY )

( — open )

the camera felt unusually heavy in Blake’s hands after having not picked it up for so long. He went through phases like that, he found, where he lacked all motivation and creativity for even things he once loved, and to pull himself out of those phases seemed to be a greater feat than he had previously anticipated. Lifting the viewfinder to his eye, he caught someone in his field of vision and, a reflex, his index finger pressed against the push button, a loud shutter sound going off. Quickly, his camera fell out of his hands, and most likely to the far had it not been for the strap around his next. “Oh, sorry,” he mumbled quietly, the words barely understandable. More clearly, he said, “Is it alright, then, if I take a picture of you? I wouldn’t do anything with it.”

#sf.intro #( chats. )#( // i have to run but ill reply to other starters when im back !! i just wanted to leave this here )#( // feel free to message me to plot if we havent yet ! catch you all soon iLY )

sososoph-deactivated20171206

#( muse. )

demonicvulcan

my type of otp: slowly the insults become terms of endearment

#( wishlist. )#( queue. )

( — ooc )

okay i gotta go to bed but this was so nice you guys are all so incredibly sweet !! good night everyone !!

#( ooc. )#sf.ooc

❛ text message ― lux && blake. ❜ ⟩

lux: don't u think i would if i could?? i'm sorry i don't have a sex detector installed inside me!!

lux: why are u replying?? (bc u love me)

lux: write about how the people in ur building like to have sex in weird places

blake: have you ever heard of knocking?

blake: i want to ridicule you, but that would probably get the most hits out of all my garbage pieces.

blake: do you want to come over? i need to watch a movie for one of my reviews, anyway.

#( texts. )#( ft. luxisms )

fckezra:

ezra furrowed his brows together and frowned at the.. toy that had been left out in the hallway. the placement was general enough that he was unsure if it was meant for HIM directly or if it was just someone tossing out their garbage. had someone made them ? were they sending a message ? sensing someone coming his way, ezra swiftly straightened himself upwards. he eyed the person carefully and raised the doll that was in his hands, ❛ this yours ? ❜ he questioned with a slight, suspicious narrowing to his eyes.

Blake looked up from rifling through his mail at the call of another voice, only just noticing the other person in the room, who seemed to be holding a rather particular wooden doll. “No?” Blake said, and attempted to back to his uninteresting letters and bills. However, his curiousity got the better of him, and he found himself stepping forward and bridging the gap between himself and the stranger. “Isn’t it yours?” he asked, and then a beat later, “what is it?”

#( chat. )#( ft. fckezra. )#( // hello this is irrelevant but jsyk that gif is from one of my favourite scenes of my favourite movie and im geeking out rn )

❛ text message ― lux && blake. ❜ ⟩

lux: i swear, every time i go down to the laundry room, i come back a changed person.....

lux: pls remember: sex surrounded by washing machines and dirty clothes? not cute

lux: for the parties involved or for the person (poor lil me) always walking in ://

blake: stop walking in

blake: why are you telling me this

blake: i should be working

#( texts. )#( ft. luxisms )#( // i jumped the gun idc were doing this hello )

malitiosa:

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE

you love hoodies. you love shorts. dogs are better than cats. it’s hilarious when people get hurt. shopping is torture. sad movies suck. you own a car racing game. you played with hot wheels cars as a kid. at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter. you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega. you used to be obsessed with power rangers. you have watched sports on tv. gory movies are cool. you go to your dad for advice. you own like a trillion baseball caps. you used to collect hockey or baseball cards. baggy sweats are cool to wear. it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours. you love to go crazy and not care what people think. sports are fun. you talk with food in your mouth. you sleep with your socks on at night. you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE

you love to shop. you wear eyeliner. you wear the color pink. you go to your mom to talk. you consider cheerleading a sport. you hate wearing the color black. you like going to the mall. you like getting manicures and/or pedicures. you like wearing jewelry. you cried watching the notebook. dresses are a big part of your wardrobe. shopping is one of your favorite hobbies. you don’t like the movie star wars. you are/were in gymnastics. it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. you smile a lot more than you should. you have more than 10 pairs of shoes. you care about what you look like. you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes. you used to play with dolls as little kid. you like putting make-up on others. you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have scars. i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different color. i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES

i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star. i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night. i’ve played a prank on someone. i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am. i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE

i’m afraid of dying. i hate funerals. i’ve seen someone/something dying. someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM

i can sing well. stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. i open up to others easily. i watch the news. i don’t kill bugs. i sing in the shower. i am a morning person. i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic. i twirl my hair. i care about grammar. i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day. i bake well. my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. i would wear pajamas to school. i like martha stewart. i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes. i eat fast food weekly. i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class. i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. i am ticklish. i love white chocolate. i bite my nails. i’m good at remembering faces. i’m good at remembering names. i’m good at remembering dates. i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

#( about. )

braystevie:

“The peonies really are lovely. They represent honor, in most cases. But beauty too. That’s where it gets it’s name, actually —” Stevie explained, long fingers delicately tracing along the pink petals. The only thing that stopped the petite brunette from diving into a long-winded explanation of the flower and it’s greater cultural meaning was the soft chime that indicated someone had just stepped into the shop. “Excuse me for just a moment, will you?” She asked her current customer — and pretended to ignored the brief expression of relief flickering across their features. “The shop’s closing in five, love. But in the meantime, can I help you with something?” She asked, turning a bright smile on the newcomer.

Blake’s eyes raised, deeply scanning the altogether too bright exterior that had pushed himself on to him. “Er, no — thank you.” He sidestepped her and buried himself as deep into the store as possible, fingers rubbing brightly coloured petals aimlessly before he realized he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. In resignation, he raised his hand — his fingers now stained with various shades of pink — and called over the cheerful owner from earlier. “Actually,” he said, the word already catching in his throat. “Could you help me pick out something? For my sister.”

#( chat. )#( ft. braystevie. )

( — o o c )

okay i know i’m super late but i just got home, and i’ll message everyone who liked my intro post and try to reply to as many starters as i can !!

#( ooc. )#sf.ooc

i just remembered i have a supplementary form for university to fill out, so i can’t be on tonight, but i’ll be on tomorrow !! have a good night, everyone !!

#sf.ooc

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