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#* ⚢ ― you know nothings too low for me // musings.

deartoulouse:

toulouse had always regarded the fact that one could lie wide away all night and then end up too exhausted to keep their eyes open for more than two seconds when they finally rose as one of the greatest injustices of the universe. though he much preferred the sleepless nights to the haunted ones, at least after a nightmare he had the next morning to look forward to - now, it took a few splashed droplets of near boiling hot coffee and someone speaking directly at him for him to properly fight his way out of his bleary stupor, and even then it took a few blinks for him to actually process the situation, to which he could at first only respond to with a muttered ‘oh, shit’. “well, you don’t look like you’re laughing, but i guess standup’s never really been by thing.” rubbing one of his eyes as he spoke, he gave her a tired half-smile-half-wince as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. “sorry - how much to cover another cup?”

Catra let out a slow breath watching as the man in front of her seemed to wake up out of whatever little trance he’d found himself in -- of course, too late, all considering her coffee was still running all across the pavement. She never could quite understand how people could be so terribly unconcerned with what they are doing and where they are going, and who they could possibly bump into and ruin their morning. It was evidently something Catra worried about all the time, even though she’s probably done quite a similar thing while looking down at her phone... And likely just kept walking. “Ha, funny guy,” Catra rolled her eyes, “It’s fine. Just,” she glared again, “Watch where you’re going.”

#* ⚢ ― you know nothings too low for me // threads.#* // toulouse #// the way i am also half awake look at us

for-amoment:

SHIT. OF course that should happen. Of course. She woke up in a hurry, late again! - and had to do everything she normally had an hour to do in about fifteen minutes. She had to skip breakfast, which she figures it’s okay, as long as she can run to the nearest coffee shop and have something to eat before she gets to work. She can make it, as long as she hurries. So she runs - which is how she ends up tripping just in the right position to hit the other woman’s coffee. Melody’s face is quickly painted red as she stops, chocked with the situation. “ I-I a-am so so sorry. ” her heart accelerates on her chest and she rubs her face with her hands. “ I- I can… Can I buy y-you a new coffee? Whatever size you want! ”

Catra’s glare still held on her face, eyes narrow and unforgiving, and somehow she felt a tiny little tinge of guilt bubbling up in her stomach even at the simplest of glares. God, she needed to get a grip on herself. Getting old was making her grow soft, and she was literally barely a full adult. “You are a complete klutz, you know that? Did you think to look up while you were running full speed down the block?” Catra questioned, rubbing her temples. But, she was now out of coffee, and well, the girl was offering. As she should, she might add. “Fine. C’mon, I’m running late.” she stated, going to open the door for her to let her in first.

#* ⚢ ― you know nothings too low for me // threads.#* // melody #// big apologies for catra shes such a bitch ghfidjk

secondstcr:

ZARINA STOPPED IN her tracks as she looked over the spilled coffee. the small stain was growing bigger by the second, and all the brunette could do was stare it at before sipping from her own cup of coffee. “ that isn’t a joke – i’d rather call it a real shame. “, the woman pointed out quite matter-of-factly. “ tough day ? “, she continued, lifting a brow before looking away from the spilled coffee and back over at the girl.

It could only get worse from here, is what Catra’s pessimistic brain kept pointing out as she watched all of her coffee spill onto the ground just like all of the positivity was currently being drained from her body. “Tough day.” she echoed, rubbing her hands over her face. “Would’ve been amazing if you’d watched where you’re going though, honestly.” she huffed, looking back up to her.

#* ⚢ ― you know nothings too low for me // threads.#* // zarina #// i feel like they would def vibe #// but catras also a bitch im so sorry ghfjk

[— @fantasiafallsstarters ]

“This is a joke.” Catra stated, tone even, though absolutely scathing at the same time. Leave it to today to be the worst day ever -- she’d woken up in an absolutely awful mood and this was definitely just the tip of the already half capsized iceberg. For starters, Melog had woken her up about six times in the middle of the night demanding for either attention or food, or both, then she’d ripped her favorite shirt by accident while pulling it on and now... there was her coffee, all over the pavement. “An absolute joke.” she narrowed her eyes up at the person.

#* ⚢ ― you know nothings too low for me // threads.#* // starter #* // melog is just catras kitty. he's the reason she gets up in the morning lmao

cdoras

@hordecatras

A GUST OF icy wind pulls wisps of blonde hair free to flutter about her temples ; adora shrugs herself deeper into her jacket, an oversized letterman recycled from her high school years. even just the prospect of seeing catra makes her nostalgic— for all the ways they’d changed, adora still found herself pulling her thick hair back into its requisite ponytail ; lacing up the same ratty boots ; wearing the same jackets. she wonders at the time between them— would catra look different? what was her hair like? her smile? would the vexing crease between her mismatched eyes still make its appearance at her jokes ?

it frustrates her, these questions on which she can only speculate, when— in some not-so-distant past— to know their answers would have only been second nature. to know catra was to know herself a second time ; sometimes, she missed the way she looked from that vantage.

now, her blue eyes rake along the street, seeking to pick catra’s lithe form from the crowd. a sudden heat prickles under her arms ; a jittery electricity. what if she could no longer recognize her in a crowd ? it seemed an impossible reality, but the thought makes her entirely uncomfortable, all the same. anxiously, she types out a quick message ; hits send. her eyes snap up from the screen to resume their methodical scanning, searching for some curly head that might bend to peer at an incoming text.

message sent to ➝ CATRA 😻 : i’m here…

hordecatras

It feels kind of like a mistake, and Catra stares at herself in the mirror for far too long trying to process a few things. For starters, the way that that her t-shirt is hanging off of her body in exactly the wrong way... The state of her hair which might’ve looked exactly like it did everyday a curly and frizzy mess but, it was too being incredibly annoying... And then finally, the prospect of seeing Adora. Adora who she hadn’t seen since she completely abandoned her, left her completely alone, destroyed their friendship, totally―

“Ugh.” Catra groaned, kicking a socked foot against her carpet. She moved to go and grab a jacket, tugging it onto her arms and then her shoes onto her feet. She grabbed her bag, and she was out of the door.

She always got so frustrated when she thought about it, it easily pushed her to the verge of tears, and at this point she wasn’t sure if it was because she was sad or if it was because she was angry. Both of the feelings sort of melded together into this big sinking feeling that fell into the pit of Catra’s stomach the minute she thought about her, or a picture or video of her popped up on her Snapchat memories, or when she thinks she sees a blonde ponytail, or when―. And there it was, that feeling! Frustration was the closest thing she could get to.

It was just a coffee... date. Get together. Meeting...? It was just getting coffee with someone who you haven’t seen in awhile, and maybe didn’t want to see, but you weren’t really sure, but she texted you and said she was around, and for some reason you still have her number in your phone and... It was coffee. Catra needed coffee, anyways.

Impatient. Catra thought to herself, eyes narrowing at the three little dots that Adora left after her needlessly impatient text. The shop was around the corner from her apartment, and as she walked up, she didn’t even need a second to look around before her eyes caught onto that stupid blonde ponytail attached to the face with the worlds dopiest expression. She sighed. Was it too late to turn back around?

“Hey, Adora.”

#* ⚢ ― you know nothings too low for me // threads.#* // adora #// the emoji next to her name. iconic. i would expect nothing less #// also im so sorry this got away from me i just love them and im so excited #// no need for YOU to match the length haha #// also i am unable to help myself in throwing in a hey adora whenever

letsgctdangerous:

❝Aren’t you that guy from— ❞

❝ —the Darkwing Duck reboot? Why yes, yes I am. ❞ Drake was presumptive in his excitement over being recognized, puffing up like a ruffled chicken. He didn’t stop to let the other person get a word in edgewise, his face lit up in a grin. He was surprised to get recognized– I mean, after the shooting stage had blown up, the production had been put on pause and the studio had said they’d call him but nothing had been put out since the first-look trailer. ❝ What can I do for you, fan? An eight by ten glossy? A signature? A signed eight by ten glossy? ❞ He started reaching for his messenger bag, knowing he had glossies on him and pretty sure he had a pen somewhere— ( @fantasiafallsstarters)

“Uh,” Catra blinked a few times, suddenly full of immense regret for even opening her mouth. She certainly hadn’t recognized this man from... whatever it was that had just left his mouth, and had simply just thought she’d recognized him as one of the guardians for one of her gymnastics kids. After all, it would’ve been pretty rude to just keep walking and pretend like she didn’t know him... But she was evidently mistaken, so, so, so mistaken because now she was roped into this conversation. Go figure. “Sorry, wrong person,” she stated, before her eyebrows raised as he began digging around in his bag. She simply just couldn’t help herself. “Do you seriously keep your headshots in your bag?”

#* ⚢ ― you know nothings too low for me // threads.#* // drake

chiarxscurx:

“Not good… No, not good at all,” Gadget chewed their fingernails in thought, staring down at their car. Luckily, they’d gotten it to the side of the road and wouldn’t be blocking traffic anytime soon, but the brakes had completely given out while driving - Gadget was certain they had fixed those! Not fixed well enough, it seems, as the welder had only narrowly missed being in a car accident moments ago. Their garage was only a mile up the road, but there was no way Gadget would be able to get it their themself, “Any chance you wanna help me push this ol’ thing?”

@fantasiafallsstarters

"Not good,” Catra repeated, giving a bit of an amused look after she’d pulled off to the side of the road and gotten out of her car. Normally, this would have been a nuisance that she wouldn’t have the time nor patience for. After all, she’d quite literally almost just got into a car accident -- her heart was still racing a bit, her hands still a bit shaky. Catra’s arms crossed over her chest as her head fell to a tilt, “Do I look like I push cars?” she scoffed, eyebrows furrowed. A bit of guilt was nagging at her the minute the sharp words left her mouth though, and she weighed her options: leave this person to fend for themselves on the side of the road or... help. “How far am I having to push?”