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[holyfvckskarsgard]

Thomas Doherty for Dior (Instagram - 23rd September 2024)

[madcatdisease]

who: @imatinker where: hotel transylvania halloween party

He had kept to himself for most of the evening to observe and play a trick on an unsuspecting victim whenever possible. This was one of the only nights a year where he could have his fun without anyone questioning. When it came to the art of illusion there was no better and tonight he had fate on his side, along the the liquor everyone seemed to be guzzling down. He was chuckling at the man he'd startled by revealing a floor filled with snakes that only existed in the parameters of his mind when he caught sight of his favorite kind of trouble. "Boo," they greeted while sliding to her side. "You look like you're going to commit a murder tonight. Who's the unlucky victim?" Callan's eyes were scanning the dancefloor for answers, wondering who it was that got onto her bad side that evening since he didn't see the Wendybird anywhere. "Need help hiding the body?"

[possession]

THOMAS DOHERTY’S DIOR DAY IN PARIS at the Winter 2022-2023 Men’s Show

[imatinker]

At the sound of a familiar voice, Tink’s eyes snapped away from the television she had been watching over to the door. A smile of equal parts relief and joy grew on her face at the sight of him. For all she had told herself he’d probably be fine, she couldn’t have stopped the worry that had been growing inside of her the longer it went without hearing from him. Then again, that seemed to be her own fault considering she’d barely checked her phone since waking up. “Probably perfectly fucking fine,” she answers, a hint of bitterness in her tone knowing that whichever one of the hunters that had shot her was mostly likely running around rejoicing in his victory. Though she knew she couldn’t blame herself too much for not getting any hits in herself or even catching a glimpse of who it was that had shot her, not when so much of her magic and energy was being drained from the arrow, but it still made her feel like shit knowing she hadn’t done enough. But it wasn’t something she wanted to think about or discuss right now, certainly not with Smee in the bed right next to them, so instead she focuses on Callan and the pastry bag in his hand. “You’re a lifesaver,” she gushes as she reaches for it and pulls the first treat out to take a bite without any hesitation.

[madcatdisease]

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It was good to see her smile, relief warming his chest now that he was certain the girl had made it through the attack. While she had been hurt, wounds healed, and Callan knew she'd be back to her antics soon enough. Until then he was happy to come keep her company or bring goodies from work whenever she needed a pick-me-up. "You're telling me that the Tink didn't rip whoever did this limb from limb?" The boy joked, knowing the severity of this situation but being unable to discuss it in depth. A quick glance was given to Tink's hospital roommate not knowing enough about his agenda to feel comfortable talking about what they both knew to be true. Even if she had seen him in his entirety it was far too risky to talk openly about their powers and just what it meant for the hunters to have gone on the attack like this. "It's what I'm here for," Callan smiled before adjusting in the chair to get comfortable. "I've heard the food in here sucks so let me know whenever you need a delivery. I'll say it's a to-go." His job wouldn't notice and even if they did he wasn't concerned about losing his position, preferring to make sure the blonde was well cared for. "When can I break you out of this place?"

[imatinker]

Sitting at the island counter with what many others would describe as nothing more than junk and hunks of metal surrounding her, Tink was lost in her own little world as she continued to scribble in her notes in between fiddling with the mechanics themselves. It was a bit tricky, dealing with two extremely similar projects and trying to juggle the work of them both, especially when one of them was her thesis for her phd and every step of her process needed to be documented for later, but she was making do. Or at least, she liked to think she was - that didn’t mean that there weren’t times when she found herself beyond overwhelmed or run ragged from the amount of work she was trying to do. But thankfully she had a large circle of friends and loved ones that were there to notice those signs and pull her out before things got too intense. Snapping her head up at the question, the blonde blinks for a few seconds before the words spewing out of Callan’s lips finally register with her. “No, no sticking around here,” she quickly decides, dropping her pencil and standing up to stretch out her muscles as she shakes her head. “I’m at a roadblock and if I keep staring at these notes and pieces I might lose my mind. Dessert sounds amazing. Slushies sound amazing. I’m in.” It had taken a bit of getting used to, spending so much time with someone other than the lost boys or her fairy friends, but after these past few months she was getting more and more comfortable with the concept.

[madcatdisease]

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He had come once night fell, when he usually came out of the woodwork. Besides, the shop needed him to stay late after the attack to clean up from the chaos that ensued. Between people rushing inside and debris hitting the windows it had created quite a mess. Callan shot Tink a text asking if she'd been alright but the fact he hadn't heard back brought on more concern. She could handle herself and that was one of the reasons he'd been so attracted to her in the first place. That being said, her silence spoke loudly and once work let him go Callan was on his way to the hospital. The waiting room was packed, meaning he took the easier route and blended into the wall so he could wander freely. The brunette boy peeked at each chart outside the rooms before finding the one he'd feared he might. "An angel shot from the sky," he chimed from the door after coming back into view. "How're you doing? What's the other guy look like?" Callan pulled the chair around for him to sit in, using the back as an armrest and grinning widely over it at her. "Oh, brought you something, thought you might be hungry," he said holding out a pastry bag from his place of employment.

[imatinker]

The small whisper of a voice in the back of her head said perhaps this might not be a smart idea. That they shouldn’t take attention away from Sharpay tonight, but she’s quick to brush that thought away. Revenge on a girl like Wendy was exactly what the other blonde would want for Tink, especially on a night that she was getting her own as well. A second whisper that warned that messing with the brunette might only make her situation with Peter even rockier was even easier to ignore than the first. In fact, it actually fueled her desire to go through with whatever prank Callan might have in mind. She was tired of letting her feelings for the boy dictate what she did with her life. So what if she pissed him off? So what if Wendy’s feelings got a little hurt? Tink was so past caring at this moment. “I think a little fright is exactly what she might need,” she agreed, a smirk growing on her lips as she glanced over at the brunette once more before fully putting her attention on her date. “We just can’t scare Phil - for Sharpay’s sake.”

[madcatdisease]

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They watched as she worked, finding her silence comfortable now that they'd grown so content with her company. While it wasn't usually how Callan worked she had caught something and he kept coming back for more. Even now while she tinkered and they ran their pencil on the canvas sketchbook they toted everywhere. More than a few pages had become familiar with her likeness. A smile had found their lips as the lead shaded in her features. "What're you thinking we get for dinner?" He broke through the silence, hopping down from their perch on the counter which he now leaned on. "Or do we forget dinner and go immediately to dessert? We could even grab slushies for later then get hammered watching that shitty reality show we found." While it hadn't made Callan happy to see how it hurt her, they had enjoyed the time that was spent with him since Peter's rejection. As they saw it, his loss was their gain. "Unless you need to stick around here then takeout and a bottle of wine it is."

[imatinker]

“And I’m no liar,” she agreed with a set nod of her head. There were many things people could and have called the blonde, but a liar certainly wasn’t one of them. It was part of what got her in so much trouble actually, her refusal to hold back from speaking her mind had a tendency to bother quite a few people on a regular basis. Taking the refilled drink, Tink didn’t hesitate in clinking it against his, her smirk only widening as she takes a sip after his choice of cheers. “Revenge?” she questions, a familiar mischievous glint in her eye. This was part of what she liked so much about Callan - he was always keeping her on his toes and ready for just as many adventures and pranks as any of the lost boys. “We’re getting revenge tonight? You have a plan, don’t you? Care to share with the class or should I wait for the surprise?”

[madcatdisease]

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She was a tornado he had been happy to watch take everything in her wake. In fact, it only fueled his chaotic nature which was how he'd stumbled upon his own fun for the night. The night wouldn't have been as interesting if they didn't find some trouble to get into. Refilling their drink gave a gateway to the chaos that would soon ensue. "Indeed, we can't like Sharpay be the one to have all the fun, can we?" They had already seen Tink's Gabriella in the crowd with the man he'd recognized as her date from another party. A mischievous smile was already curling up their lips while she spoke. "Perhaps just a little," Callan said, holding their fingers to model it. "I think a little fright wouldn't hurt her, what do you think?" He asked, nodding towards the girl that he didn't even need to name for Tink to understand who he talked about.

[imatinker]

Linking her arm through his the moment it was offered, she happily followed along as they made their way to the bar. After everything that had happened over the past few months in her love life, Tink didn’t think she could ever be more grateful for Callan and what he offered her. Things between the two of them could have gone horribly wrong so many times - when she had showed up at his door unannounced and practically moved in for a few weeks, when she finally broke the tension between them and made the first move to take things further, or when she refused to admit any feelings or commit to him in any real way after it all. After all of that, he had every right to be upset and potentially even hate her, but that wasn’t the case. They accepted her just as she was, mess and all. Which only fueled the flame that had started growing within her heart for him. It was the type of feeling that had her wondering if maybe she actually could start to really move past Peter. And maybe she’d even give it a genuine try eventually, but for right now she wasn’t in any rush to jump into anything serious or new. Which meant ignoring the small surges that pounded in her heart as he bowed, spun, and ordered her new drink with absolute ease. “Oh, never me. I love getting my way,” she confirms with a smirk. “I kind of demand it, actually. I’m the one that knows best and is always right, after all.”

[madcatdisease]

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Tink had kept him on his toes that much was certain. Another thing that fascinated him about her, dreading a life of boredom and she'd been the cure. It hadn't come had a better time in all honestly, getting tired of the same old thing since the borders closed. Life had lost a little bit of pizazz after being stuck in the confines of the Isle when someone got around as fast as Callan did. When she needed a place to hide for a while he didn't think twice before opening his doors to her. Not all company was wanted but hers had only been enjoyed from their first meeting. The more time they spent with her the more they'd learned how similar they were and just how much they enjoyed her company. Even now, a grin sitting in its usual spot as they watched her. "As anyone should, people who say they don't are liars," Callan said confidently, returning the smirk back to Tink. So far that had proven to be true and who were they to argue with that logic. "I can disagree with that now, can I? For who better to listen to than a beautiful woman, no?" They were one of his weaknesses, handsome men being another. Once their freshly refilled drinks arrived he held his up to cheers. "To... Revenge and the beautiful women who do it best."

[fyeahfandomss]

[imatinker]

Given that the bride to be, the one celebrating on this glorious event night, was Wendy Darling’s best friend, she originally had absolutely no intentions of attending this particular party. Not crashing it with the lost boys nor coming in officially as anyone’s plus one. But then Sharpay had been asked to perform, on the same day that her first album was dropping, and well Tink just simply couldn’t deny her. So here she was, out in such an open public place where she knew Peter was certain to be, for the first time since he had broken her heart. But thankfully even with Sharpay busy getting ready for her performance, she didn’t have to be alone. “Always. Is that even really a question?” she answers, glancing down at her own mostly empty glass and downing the last of it in one large go.turning her head to shoot a smirk his way, Tink wrapped her arm through his and began to guide them towards the open bar. “You know, I like the sounds of that far more than I probably should.”

[madcatdisease]

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Callan had come under specific circumstances and he was happy to oblige. Their dates were arguably the two hottest women there that night, both seeking some much-deserved revenge. This had presented him with a front-row seat that he'd be foolish to refuse. Besides, getting to be at the service of them for the evening didn't sound all bad. It'd been fun so far to maneuver through the crowd and absorb whatever information was available as they slid between bodies. There had been more than one thing that caught his ear but he'd dive more into that after Sharpay's performance. The last thing he wanted to do was miss the look on Gabriella and Troy's faces after hearing all about them from the blonde. It was bound to be good. "Say less," they replied, taking her newly emptied cup into their hand. An arm was his next offer that he used to escort her to the bar. It was almost criminal that he'd allowed her drink to get that low. "Is that supposed to surprise me?" Callan asked, giving her a knowing look. She was a woman who knew what she wanted which was part of what appealed to him. "I am just happy to oblige." He jumped around her at the front of the bar, giving a dramatic bow, and a wiggle of his eyebrows before spinning on his heels to retrieve her refill. "Who's to say it's bad to get your way?" They mused with a soft hum, looking over their shoulder at Tink while the bartender mixed her drink.

[imatinker]

Burrowed under the blankets of Callan’s bed, if it were up to the blonde she wouldn’t move from this spot for the rest of the day - maybe even for the rest of the month - but that wasn’t exactly an option. Especially not with classes starting back up again. No, the time was almost coming to face the music and return back to the real world, no matter how much Tink may not want to. And perhaps even for today it was time to finally get up, as her host rounded the corner with questions about breakfast. For a moment the only response she gave was a grumble from under her blanket before a hefty sigh, one that might have seemed too big for her small body, and throwing the covers down. “Does a proper Scottish breakfast include coffee?” she asks as she stretches her arms out in the air and then runs a hand through her mess of hair. “If so, I’m sold.”

[madcatdisease]

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As far as Callan was concerned he had the best gig of the night, being the arm candy and personal assistant to two beautiful women. He had no complaints besides the fact that his glass had gone empty. Even though he had two dates quite a bit of his time that evening had been spent alone or with new acquaintances, not that he minded, knowing they had more important things on the horizon. From all that he'd been told there would be quite the show that evening and he wanted to make sure he had a front-row seat. Besides, he would have later to recap with them both and hear just how it all felt for Sharpay to finally spit in the face of those who deserved it. Callan had his own idea for the night which involved the likes of Wendy Darling who had brought a new beau that evening. The same tall boy he'd seen before and no sight yet of the one that divided Tink's friend group. Until then he would simply stay in wait, knowing better than to rush revenge. "Do you want another drink?" He asked the blonde beside him, holding up his own empty one for her to see. "I am at your service tonight after all." And little did she know he had a surprise for her later.

[screenwrite]

Thomas Doherty as Max Wolfe GOSSIP GIRL (2021–) 2.01 “Deb Brawl in a Blue Dress”

[madcatdisease]

who: @imatinker where: callan's apartment

It was a no-brainer when Tink showed up with a duffle bag on his doorstep. In fact, the last few weeks with her had been the first time in a long time that Callan hadn't felt loneliness creeping in. Not that it was something he felt all the time but at night it could slip between the cracks in his emotions. As much as he tried to be someone who never needed anything else, people were one thing Callan couldn't live without. He thrived off of interaction and there was no better to be had than with his favorite blonde. Even if the circumstances that brought her that hadn't been ideal, he had hoped to make her time there had been enjoyable at least. "You hungry?" They asked, poking their head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush still dangling from their mouth. "I'm thinking... a proper Scottish breakfast. And before you say it, you've got to at least give it a try. Besides, who better to make one for you me, right?"

[madcatdisease]

who: @alicelyttle where: mad tea party

It was only a matter of time before one of his favorite regulars came back in for her fix. This time he was waiting, questions already brewing beneath his tongue for when she did. Since meeting Wendy at the Halloween Masquerade Callan was all the more invested in the story between her and Tink. His curiosity was always what got him into trouble, time probably being no different. They simply couldn't help it. Whatever had happened between the two was deeper than he'd initially suspected, even losing sight of his own date somewhere in the middle of the evening. A conversation with a boy then she vanished, leaving him to wonder what it was the shorter fellow had said. Their best guess was that Wendy knew which was why the information Alice had on her would be of the utmost importance. When she did inevitably show up he greeted her with his usual grin. "Well, what are the chances. You are exactly who I was looking for."

[sharpayyyyy]

It was far less embarrassing to third wheel her new friend's date than to go to the ball alone, as far as Sharpay was concerned. At least this would ensure she'd always have someone on her arm instead of having to go into the crowd by herself. Even while Tink was wandering, at least she now had the date they'd been standing on either side of as company. Callan was gorgeous, knew exactly what to say, and had been nothing but complimentary to both blondes the entire night. How Tink had found such a catch, she was still in awe of. "You say that like the obvious answer isn't you," she countered, tapping her glass to his before taking a sip. No one had really been treating her all that differently since the movie had come out, given its reviews, but the spotlight had been nice. "Not yet. Just a stepping stone for the next one," she corrected. Jennifer's Body was her gateway to the real goal. "Don't worry, I'll remember you when I get there."

[madcatdisease]

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He'd been quite pleased with his night so far, finding the company as appealing as the situational mishaps he was able to watch unfold firsthand. Half of the fun of coming to these sorts of events was getting a front-row seat to his favorite reality show. No matter what he could always rely on the Isle for its drama, something had to be going on at all times and all he ever had to do was change his view. As for tonight, Callan found themselves looking at their date more often than the night unfolding around them. Since Tink was last seen having a quite serious conversation she'd gone awol and he wasn't complaining. It wasn't every day that they could stand next to a soon-to-be-star though she already was in her head which he thought was half the battle. Anyone who believed in themselves deserved to be believed in and he was quick to jump on her ship. "We have it hard, don't we?" Callan had to give a dramatic exhale before taking a sip, his smirk still pinching his lips. "Wouldn't want it any other way." Not that appearances were everything but they certainly helped. He'd known that better than anyone when his body could create about anything he could think of. "I hope they remember who took you to Halloween Masquerade too, so they can all feel really stupid for not having asked you first," they thought out loud while giving her a knowing glance from the corner of their eye. "Tell me how a bombshell like you didn't have a date. List too long to narrow down? Didn't wanna break all their hearts?" Even though he teased, Callan had truly wondered how he'd gotten lucky enough to be the one escorting her that night.

[1liv]

[lostgirlwendy]

As large as the venue was, the dance floor still hardly seemed big enough for how many people showed up to the ball. Wendy found herself impossibly isolated in the middle of it as she tried to wriggle her way out to the table the boys had claimed for the night when a stranger bumped into her side. Except, he wasn't entirely a stranger at all: Wendy had seen his face before, somewhere, though she couldn't quite remember on first sight. "No, please, the fault is all mine," she insisted, "I might've been a touch too aggressive on my plight out of the center of this mess." Wendy offered an apologetic smile before it widened into a genuine one. "Your date is movie star? Oh, my goodness, you must be so proud, that's incredible," Wendy gushed, in awe. She'd never even come close to speaking to one, nevermind taking them as a date to one of the largest parties of the year. "Are you sure? That's so kind, thank you. We'll have to find another one when we get out of the crowd for your date, then. I'm Wendy, by the way. I suppose I should at least introduce myself if I nearly caused you to spill."

[madcatdisease]

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Even if he'd seen her from a distance now Callan was given the opportunity to see the girl he'd only heard about through a bitter tone. Now he was able to see her through his own lens. It wasn't that he didn't believe Tink's interpretation, but it was always better to find out for himself what made someone tick. From all the evidence presented to him through silent glances and unsaid sentences he'd been able to gather this was probably about someone. It was almost too cliche but he wouldn't dwell on it. "Sharpay Evans, have you heard of her? You can't miss her when she walks into a room, believe me." Since meeting her he hadn't been able to take his eyes off her whenever she walked by, having anything someone could want and more. Perhaps even Callan themselves was tempted by her forbidden fruit. "With the amount of liquor here, I'm not worried about it," he laughed while bringing his glass up to sip after sharing one with her. "Wendy. Is it short for anything?" Curiosity always got this cat, his smirk curling in interest as he started to peel away the layers. "Callan Fiadhaich. Don't try to pronounce it, you won't say it right." They gave her a formal bow while laughter continued to tumble from their lips.