silly, isn't it?

i've got a collar full of chemistry from your company so maybe tonight i'll be the libertine show me your love, your love gimme more but it's not enough show me your love, your love before the world catches up cause there's ALWAYS time for ( second guesses, ) i don't wanna know if you're gonna be the death of me, that's how i wanna go

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nothive:

{ text to: everglot }: next time you have the urge to get drunk, make sure someone’s with you, all right? i don’t need you making stupid decisions and getting hurt. { text to: everglot }: i had no idea i was so entertaining. { text to: everglot }: quit pouting. { text to: everglot }: hold on, what? you’re at hooters? greenmantle brought you to hooters? { text to: everglot }: are you sure you’re getting that name right?

{ text to: grant 😍😍 }: i am a gorwn woman, grant. but ys i shall try { text to: grant 😍😍 }: of course you are, my dear { text to: grant 😍😍 }: makeme { text to: grant 😍😍 }: i am looking at the womans shirt and that is what it said { text to: grant 😍😍 }: plus that is what one of the gentleman at the bar told me

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@matthewtaylcr

it was NICE seeing him so relaxed, she thinks, fingers stroking through his hair as they sat and watched whatever movie he had decided was their entertainment tonight. they hadn’t been able to spend much quality time together, between their respective demands from other people. namely jim and ward (and occasionally piper.) but they SAT watching mulan, matt’s head in victoria’s lap as she continued to stroke his hair, watched as the girl snuck into the army. “ she is so brazen. i love it. “ she turned her eyes down, smiling fondly at matt. “ i missed spending time with you, you know? “

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etheriium:

🚀🌙 @evcrglot

{ text to: victoria 🐱  }: poorly is one way of putting it { text to: victoria 🐱  }: crashing and burning is another { text to: victoria 🐱  }: VIC!! PLEASE! help me get my notes in order { text to: victoria 🐱  }: maybe if they’re pretty like yours i’ll understand them😅 { text to: victoria 🐱  }: did less wars happen in your time? have we had an above-average no. of wars??

{ text to: jimmy jams }: but it can definitely be resolved with a little hard work! { text to: jimmy jams }: i believe all of those doodles of planets are not helping you very much { text to: jimmy jams }: i can certainly help you get your notes in order { text to: jimmy jams }: hm, perhaps they happened on a smaller scale { text to: jimmy jams }: definitely with less people. and less weaponry

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lyrasilvertxngue:

{ text to: 🐘🌹👼🏼 }: well, would you look at that😊 must be fate. { text to: 🐘🌹👼🏼 }: am i coming to you, or you to me? { text to: 🐘🌹👼🏼 }: oh. of course. { text to: 🐘🌹👼🏼 }: yeah i understand. { text to: 🐘🌹👼🏼 }: do you wanna talk about it? or pointedly and intently ignore it?❤️

{ text to: lyra 🔥 }: it is on our side, at the very least { text to: lyra 🔥 }: whatever you wish, my dear. i am not terribly picky.  { text to: lyra 🔥 }: however, my roommate is out and about, so perhaps my home shall be better { text to: lyra 🔥 }: as i suspected { text to: lyra 🔥 }: i would just like to quell the loneliness, just for a little while 

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nothive:

{ text to: everglot }: and who got you drunk? { text to: everglot }: of course i responded. i wasn’t going to ignore you. { text to: everglot }: don’t :( at me. you’re too drunk to even remember the stars tomorrow. { text to: everglot }: i’ll find you, just stay put. stay safe. { text to: everglot }: well, you’re talking to me. hi.

{ text to: grant 😍😍 }: oh, well i belive i got me drunk { text to: grant 😍😍 }: that was not as coherent as i woul have liked { text to: grant 😍😍 }: but it makes me happy when you respon regardless. must i always have a reasn? { text to: grant 😍😍 }: :( :( { text to: grant 😍😍 }: i shall stay seated. i believe it is at a place called ‘hooters’? there seem to be a suspicious lack of owls, however { text to: grant 😍😍 }: hello  😍😍

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xpipergreenmantle:

{ text to: QUEEN OF VICTORY }: mhm totally. almost as good as shakespeare himself { text to: QUEEN OF VICTORY }: where are you, and how did you find a laumonier in seattle??? { text to: QUEEN OF VICTORY }: in any case i accept the compliment. you are so sweet i swear i could eat you right up😊 { text to: QUEEN OF VICTORY }: [img] this one may be a little much. { text to: QUEEN OF VICTORY }: [img] this one may not be enough. { text to: QUEEN OF VICTORY }: maybe i should let you choose in person. then i can put you to bed & make sure no NASTY BOYS try to take advantage of you in your inebriated state.

{ text to: piper }: ah yes he was quite prolific { text to: piper }: i am at that cute little pub downtown, however i should like to leave soon { text to: piper }: please, i am flushed enough as it is { text to: piper }: i quite like the first one { text to: piper }: however, i suppose i could give a more accurate answer if we were to meet face-to-face { text to: piper }: many have looked but few have talked to me, so i believe i am in the clear 

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nothive:

{ text to: everglot }: thanks. i’ve been perfecting it for decades. { text to: everglot }: instinct took over and ribcages got in the way. was i supposed to let them break in and have their way with me? feel free to give me some decent alternatives. { text to: everglot }: i’m fine, victoria. and no, i finally just got them to leave. { text to: everglot }: i don’t particularly want to play kindly with her, so it all works out. { text to: everglot }: what are you having? anything good?

{ text to: grant 😍😍 }: i feel as though decades is an overexaggeration { text to: grant 😍😍 }: well, seeing as you broke their ribs, i doubt they would be ble to have their way with you in the first place { text to: grant 😍😍 }: if you are lying to me i shall. um. i shall. do something! { text to: grant 😍😍 }: well i was thinking i would come over and make chicken piccata { text to: grant 😍😍 }: however, i may rearrange my schedule if you would not like me over

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nothive:

{ text to: everglot }: victoria. { text to: everglot }: are you drunk, excited, or the proud owner of a concussion? { text to: everglot }: either way, no. { text to: everglot }: where are you? is anyone with you? { text to: everglot }: are you okay?

{ text to: grant 😍😍 }: drunk? drunk { text to: grant 😍😍 }: bt i am excited as well becuase you have responded!!! { text to: grant 😍😍 }: :( { text to: grant 😍😍 }: i am not sure where i am { text to: grant 😍😍 }: a resturant? next to the peculiar church { text to: grant 😍😍 }: i am quite alright but pper had to go and i wanted to talk to you

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@nothive

{ text to: grant 😍😍 }: grnat { text to: grant 😍😍 }: grrant { text to: grant 😍😍 }: GRANT { text to: grant 😍😍 }: okay, okay i shall type very slowly { text to: grant 😍😍 }: lets go look at the strars { text to: grant 😍😍 }: pleaseeee please please

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[MSG:] You know, my friends think I make these stories up… ( pidge // @gvnderson )

meme || no mas!! || @greenlicns

{ text to: pidge }: well, it is not my fault that store caught fire { text to: pidge }: it was quite spectacular, however{ text to: pidge }: i’m glad they managed to put a stop to it

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[MSG:] OMG he dropped his pants for me. Granted it was to show me where he got stabbed but still…

meme || no mas!! || @starxlanguage

{ text to: wendy }: stabbed? is everything alright?{ text to: wendy }: are you asking strange men to drop their pants for you?{ text to: wendy }: that is quite unbecoming wendy{ text to: wendy }: he could be dangerous

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nothive:

a nervous animal. and yes, she very much appears so, wandering about the apartment with all the confidence of rigid-spined soldier stepping through a BATTLEFIELD of mines. but rather than reassure him, it serves to quicken his pulse, unblinking gaze focused on elizabeth as his hand tenses on victoria’s back, twitches against the urge to draw her CLOSER in search of ––– something weak. “ you could befriend anyone you smile at, ” he points out with a scoff, keeping his tone dismissive. it sounds like a compliment, but it’s really just FACT; she’s caught his interest, mark’s, piper’s, her roommate’s, all these varying people with such contrasting personalities. still, he’s ANNOYED with himself for saying it, and this is the only reason he allows her to leave his side.

a rough start. nervous. skittish. she’s such a VULNERABLE dog. and victoria wants her to stay HERE? ward counts backwards from ten, focuses on his breathing, practices learned long ago to calm his unease. he takes a large step BACK when victoria next speaks, shaking his head before she’s even finished her last sentence. “ no. if you don’t have anywhere else to go, then you’re staying here. just keep her away from jefferson and i. keep her SAFE. i’m not –– ” he hesitates, frowns down at her, mulls over how to phrase the confession. “ i’m not… good with dogs. ” ward hesitates again, then turns away, stiffly marching over to the door. “ just keep an eye on her while i grab your things. ”

as always, she’s pleased when she takes his comment and perceives it as a COMPLIMENT. so she does smile up at him, pleased blush settling on her cheeks as she presses up on her tip-toes to kiss him once before she draws away. after all, she has a dog to comfort, to get settled into this house for the next couple days. and elizabeth, as sweet of a dog as she is, is still pressing close to victoria, tail tucked between her legs when ward moves. “ grant, i would not have brought her here if i did not trust you completely, with my well being as well as hers. i have no doubt she will be safe here. “ she never doubted for a second that elizabeth would warm up to him. he may have never PERCEIVED it in himself, but he was really quite an attractive person--- personality as well as physicality.

so when he returned, she was already curled up on his couch, elizabeth’s long limbs curled up on the seat next to her, head placed in her lap as she tried to calm the dog down. this was BETTER, now that she was sitting. the pup sighed, head raising off victoria’s lap when ward reentered the room. she quietly shushed the dog, fingers running over her back as she soothed the dog back down, turning to smile at ward. “ see? she is already getting a bit more accustomed. she just needs time. “ ward was pretty much guaranteed not to push elizabeth’s boundaries, which was particularly important for the dog. her eyes fell to her bags, drew back up to ward. “ would you like my assistance? “

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jaredlynbvrn:

his mind has been PAINFULLY quiet ever since arriving to seattle. it doesn’t matter how hard he tries to reach for her, there’s no voice in his mind. kami is gone. and thought it’s his biggest fear, he’s dealing with it suprisingly well. his mother and father are gone as well, and so are the whispers and the looks. kami has been an escape his entire life, his happy place. a HOME he could run to when his father was too big a storm for him to deal with. everyone always told him he’d outgrow her, he always expected her to get tired of him. it helps to deal with the quiet if he imagines her living a happy, jared-free life. if his absence makes her life easier, he can bear it.

he’s not quite sure how he ended up with the girl holding onto his arm. maybe there is such a thing as too much loneliness, and jared welcomes her warm smile and kind eyes. so here they are, looking at giraffes. and her face lights up like she’s seeing some kind of magic. her enthusiasm is contagious and soon jared is feeling like the little boy he was never really allowed to be. memories of his one childhood trip to the zoo with his parents are slowly and gratefully being replaced with new ones. he’s laughing with her, looking at the spotted animals in complete awe. “you know, i could never decide whether the necks were really cool or just weird.”

@evcrglot

if there is anything victoria is familiar with, it is loneliness. her entire life has been loneliness with BLESSED interruptions of human interaction. her parents, of course, did not really count, had only served to fuel that CHILLING loneliness with a dismissal of her desires, the cruel, UNLOVING hand that had squeezed all life from victoria until she was nothing more than a paper doll. unfortunately, victoria’s heart was built of fire. and eventually, she knew that she would BURN for it. at least, with her freedom came a quiet confidence, an ability to quench that thirst for companionship. she did not mind so much going and talking to strangers. and he looked ALONE enough. perhaps that was why she was drawn to him in the first place. 

but now she was happy, arm interlinked with his, eyes WIDE as she looked at the animals. “ i have never been to a zoo before. we did not have them. so i apologize, ahead of time for my over-excitement. “ her eyes traveled the length of the giraffe’s neck--- the sight so completely unfamiliar that she was SURE the awe was obvious on her face. her fingers squeezed his arm, turning to SMILE at him as he spoke. she was grateful for the company, truly. “ ah, so you have seen them before? i think their necks are quite elegant. “

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@xpipergreenmantle from here

{ text to: piper }: quite eloquent am i not? { text to: piper }: what? no. this beverage is just the shade of your eyes { text to: piper }: i’ve had four of them. i wanted to remind you { text to: piper }: of how beautiful you are { text to: piper }: i am more than happy to give my opinion, misguided as they may be

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@lyrasilvertxngue​ from here

{ text to: lyra 🔥 }: oh how delightful. i am free all evening as well { text to: lyra 🔥 }: that means i may take my time with you { text to: lyra 🔥 }: i am not sure how to explain { text to: lyra 🔥 }: it is dreadfully lonely being from another time period { text to: lyra 🔥 }: i figured you may understand

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lyrasilvertxngue:

@evcrglot

lyra has three jobs. she likes her job at the antique thrift store best: it reminds her of OXFORD, and she is at home among old-fashioned curios & bibelots. and the store is often quiet, so being paid to explore the stock at a leisurely pace is almost a dream. lyra likes the work at the college library, too, though it is TIRESOME when people will insist on putting books back in the wrong place. she enjoys – and is pretty good at – telling people to SHUT UP when needed, though.

she enjoys the work at the lingerie shop a little less. the clientele are often RUDE; her co-workers haughty; and a few hours in that atmosphere is usually more than enough for lyra. but she has blue blood — albeit blue blood from another WORLD, so she blends chameleon-like into the scene. plus the discount she gets is excellent.

it’s nearing the end of lyra’s shift when a young woman walks in. she looks timid – though maybe that’s just her face – and a little hesitant as she wanders from one rack to the next, questing fingers reaching out to sample the texture of silk, lace, tulle. lyra tugs down the hem of her skirt; straightens her shirt; glides over to her. “good afternoon, ma’am. you doing alright over here? lookin’ for something in particular – or just browsing?”

she wasn’t sure if it was a strange form of curiosity that had brought her to the store, nor if it was that same REBELLIOUS streak within her, but she had ended up there, lingerie lining the walls. she was in OVER her head, to say the very least. she could not help her curious fingers from feeling the fabric, however. often, she did not see them in quite this fashion. NO--- quite often they were, in fact, to cover rather than to entice. silk in particular had been so very hard to come by that she was almost taken aback by the sheer amount of it on the racks. 

and the LACE. she had always loved the way it had looked pressed against her pale skin. but that was considered improper, unless it was used to decorate the edges of her wedding gown. quite UNFORTUNATE, really. at least she could make up for it now, could buy WHATEVER materials and articles of clothing she wanted without fear of judgement or being reprimanded.

that would be, of course, if she was not so terribly nervous.

so when the PRETTY worker drew close to her, and SPOKE, victoria jumped, knocking a few of the items of clothing off the hangers. she managed a pained smile as she bent down to retrieve them, silently GRATEFUL for an excuse not to look at the worker. “ oh--- i suppose i don’t really know WHAT i am doing. “ an honest answer. “ i am afraid i am not too terribly familiar with... any of this. “

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@missingfingcrs from here

from the very little he had mentioned, simply that he was a REPORTER, she had an IDEA of what kind of man he was. as incorrect or misguided as it could be. perhaps it was naivete. “ but you are a journalist, are you not? “ they were different in her time, she was sure. they exposed little more than political power plays, could easily be SQUASHED out. it was DIFFERENT. the power of the press was so unique. “ surely you must have some sort of compassion to do what you do? “