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ya girl is tired bc of vacation planning/packing, but I swear I'll get to replies and making starters soon!! Also like legit my brain is dying bc of lack of sleep, but we're doing fine guys i promise.

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beehivcs·:

“ …well, i am into all those things. ” she shrugged, glaring as soon as she noticed the patron. how rude of them. “ nope, i’m still the hottest. but i will allow you second place. plus, i feel like i’m into… everything, so unless i stand corrected, i think that means i win. ” even if she was wrong, not that she’d ever admit it, there was no way in hell she would accept a loss here; whatever it was she was winning. “ i actually do, like i’m high key jealous of your face. oh, complimented ! like, i don’t mean it in a weird way, i just think about this stuff. like an amélie sitch.“

“fine fine, i guess i’ll take second place. only because i know you’ll argue with me all day if i don’t agree,” he rolled his eyes at her, amusement evident in his tone. they were both too stubborn for their own good, really, but she always had a way of getting him to back down. he paused briefly to get someone another beer, barely looking at the person as he kept his eyes on jess, “my face is a great face, i completely understand your jealousy,” he rose a brow at her, “woah woah, does that mean you think about everyone you meet like that? because damn, now im interested in your theories.” 

[beehivcs-deactivated20190626]

ben was sat in his usual bar stool, hunched over at his usual bar. it had officially been three months since his wedding that never happened and in a natural fashion he had turned off his phone and headed to the bar. half of him wanted to stay home but there was something that just screamed a problem if he was alone and drunk. at least there were people around him here, that made it alright, especially when he actively ignored that his logic was flawed. still, he was going to stay in denial for as long as he could. he quickly flushed his throat with a shot of tequila and turned to the person closest. “ can i buy you a drink ? ”

[poppysds-blog]

it only made sense, really, for rafal to go to a different bar when he was finally done with his shift. you’d think, after spending all day watching person after person drink away their brain cells he would be turned off to drinking--instead, though, he found himself here. a small bar that smelled off cheap liquor, too many people trying to find a way to drown out their world. he shouldn’t have come alone; he hated drinking alone. maybe that’s why when the person next to him offered him a drink he smiled, “you sure can. i’d be dumb to turn down that offer, wouldn’t i be?”

[grcy-blog1]

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grcy·:

gray: thank u for your support 💕 gray: that’d only happen if instead of rings i hang hammers in my ears  gray: now i’m cringing because that sounds very painful 

rafal: well now i *want* someone to hang hammers from their ears

rafal: ima look it up and if im grossed out its completely ur fault

rafal: bro how many piercings do u think u could get before theres no space left??? this is an important q 

[saccharvne-blog]

the rain was soft but quickly gaining momentum. dinah’s silence spoke immeasurably louder than her words as she clutched her to-go-order to her chest. “areum,” her voice lilted softly, “wow…it’s been a while. nice seeing you.” // @poppysds

[poppysds-blog]

“dinah!” the surprise was obvious in her voice, her eyes widening a fraction at the sight of the younger girl. it had been...yes, it had been a long time since they parted ways--years in fact--and areum hadn’t been prepared to see her just yet. “it’s nice to see you to,” she paused, very briefly, “i didn’t realize you were still in brindle bay.”

[dailytypographyedits]

Two Weeks // FKA Twigs

[ickiez]

        ◤♛◢ sunny bit at the chocolate-coated cone which held his vanilla fudge ice cream as he swung his legs back and forth, feet almost but not quite touching the ground. “ yeah, i-it was silly of me !! i was walking down the stairs and i tripped on – on the last step. tried to catch myself on the railing, but i-i wasn’t quick enough and i fell !! “ he gestured lazily to his bloody, skinned knee, staring intently at his ice cream cone as he licked at the melty mess that had begun to drip down the side. “ it’s a shame … ripped my – my fishnets. ruined ‘em. i chose the w-wrong day to wear ripped jeans, i – i guess. “  he scrunched up his nose in a fit of distaste before finally looking up at his companion. “ anyway, it hurt a – it hurt a lot, so i decided to treat myself to some ice cream t-to make myself feel better !! i would offer you some, but it’s kind of melty now because i’m talking so much, so maybe i – maybe i should stop talking so much now !! sorry … “ he knew that he had a bit of a tendency to ramble, especially now that he was more focused on his ice cream cone than anything else, and he always felt bad when endless strings of words happened to fall from his forever sparkly lips. ✧

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rafal’s eyes looked between the others face, the melting ice cream, and the bloody knee as he listened to the other ramble on, his mind trying to understand how he managed to get himself into this situation. he didn’t really know the guy in front of him; he had seen him around town, briefly, but that was that. all he knew was that he saw him with his ice cream cone and had just asked him if he was alright--because damn did his knee look...not so great. “you...fell down the stairs?” he repeated after the other seemed to be finished, tilting his head curiously. “and you saw yourself bleeding and you decided...to get yourself ice cream?” yes, clarifying the situation seemed to be the best bet, seeing as he had understood about half of what the other said. he shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips, “did you think to get it...i dont know, man, looked at? or at least clean it up so it doesn’t get...like, infected?”

[grcy-blog1]

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gray: pierced a fourth hole on my ears today gray: how many is too many?

[poppysds-blog]

rafal: damn kill it son

rafal: ig when ur head feels lopsided?? lmao u dont wanna be falling over bc of too many earrings 

rafal: actually i kinda wanna see that i think it’d be funny

[mcgicaldream]

it was summer vacation and hannah was back in town, back & ready to have the summer of her life. in just a year she’d have to figure out her life, more than just living off her trust fund. so with that in mind, the blonde was sitting at one of the outside bars on the pier, downing a drink here and there before she would head off to the beach. feeling generous, it was then that the girl turned to the person next to her, “take a shot with me?”

[poppysds-blog]

rafal had just been passing by when he saw the bar, thinking that maybe drinking when he wasn’t on a shift would be a good change of pace. he hadn’t even noticed the girl next to him before she was offering him a shot; hadn’t even noticed it was hannah he was standing next to. he quirked a brow at her but nodded--who in their right mind would say no to a shot? “you don’t have to ask me twice.”

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beehivcs·:

“ yeah, i could totally blame you instead !! maybe you made me think she was pregnant because you said you went to her baby shower or something… sounds like something you’d do, and let’s be honest i’m hotter than you so the manager will take my side.” she grinned, of course she’d never actually let him take the blaim — and she’d stick it up to the manager if she was fired, that’s for sure. “ that what you prefer? y’know when i first met you i thought you were such a vanilla sub — maybe it’s your pretty face, but i guess the devil has his masks. ” 

“the only way that you’re hotter than me is if you’re into bitches, bad bartenders, and cruel words.” he responded almost immediately, ignoring the way a patron glanced at him at his words. okay, so what, maybe he spoke a bit too loud. oh well, most of the people here were assholes anyways. “i’m hotter in every other scenario.” a laugh escaped him at her last words, “aw, you think i’m pretty?” he shook his head, “i don’t know whether to be complimented or creeped out you’ve thought about this before.”

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itcain·:

it was quite the phenomenon that happened when there was enough alcohol in his system ━━ it was like his confident personality made a return from the dead just for that reason. arms crossing promptly under leaned torso, he felt a melted smile crossing his features, glimmering eyes still lightly shy as they turned to stare at the counter for a few moments before replying in a purred voice “ ━━ money was never an issue to me … besides … ” he leaned further, if it was even possible, head lifting gently to look into his eyes; there was nothing but lust, unlike the previous awkwardness or heavy environment that clouded their judgements “ ━━ you’re the only bartender who calls me cute. alcohol and compliments. and … well. of course, you. ” gentle digits wrap around the cold glass once more, lips tasting the burning liquid as eyes keep themselves on him, before drifting to the side “ ━━ shame i haven’t been told what i wanna hear today … ”

if it were anyone else, in any other situation, rafal would scoff at the others words. ‘money was never an issue’ was something he couldn’t relate to, a phrase that made a bitter taste grow in his mouth. but here, with him, all he could taste was whiskey and all he could see was how the other was looking at him, like rafal meant something. he knew, of course, their words meant nothing; it was the mix of lust, alcohol, and bad decisions that always led them here. and yet. he still leaned in just a bit, his smirk still in place, “is that you fishing for compliments?” he question with a hint of amusement in his voice, “i didn’t think i needed to tell you you’re the prettiest thing that’s walked in here all day. i mean, have you looked at yourself in a mirror recently? because damn. you’ll give a boy a heart attack walking in here like you did.”

[benjaminmccoy]

“  𝐅 𝐔  —  𝐢   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤   𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄.  ”    it definitely   WAS NOT   fine,   markus felt horrible whenever he somehow stepped on one of his flowers or plants.  it just hurt him to know he ended their short life.   though a smile creased through his sorrow and regret when he looked at areum.   “   and what may i do for you mrs. choe?   another bouquet so soon for the misses? ”   ||   @poppysds

[poppysds-blog]

“don’t start crying or i’ll start crying--and i don’t think the two of us crying in the middle of your shop is the best for business,” she answered with a small smile on her face, her eyes scanning the various flowers in the shop. she enjoyed it in here, if she were honest, the smell of flowers relaxing to her senses. his question had her sighing, though, “i am, actually. apparently she hates roses, so i need to get something less...prickly?” she shook her head, “who hates roses?” 

[bob-belcher]

Cougar Town, We Stand a Chance (S05E13)

[beckysgomez]

[beehivcs-deactivated20190626]

“ okay, and that’s fine — but hows’ i s’pose to know she’s not actually pregnant and’s just fat? why’s that my fault? all i fuckin’ said was it looked like it was gonna be a boy, like — like people say boys hang at the bottom,.. because that’s where they’re destined to be and not on top like they stupidly are.” she realised she’d trailed off slightly, shrugging in defeat as she lowered her voice. “i might have added that last part myself but the POINT is… i did nothin’ fuckin’ wrong. “ now with a shrug of content, she poured herself another drink and quickly got it down her.

[poppysds-blog]

“i somehow know i’m the one who’s going to get in trouble for your mess,” he mused with an amused grin playing on his lips as she rambled. “you’re lucky that lady didn’t go complain to the manager. what a way to lose your job.” it was funny, really, how jess had managed to put her foot in her mouth. he could only imagine her reaction if someone had made the same mistake towards her. he shook his head with an exasperated sigh, “i cant even tell if youre trying to make a sexual joke or not. because if you are, yes, boys should always be on the bottom.”

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∘⋆ snapchat ― open.

seb: i was hungover and grumpy today

seb: so grumpy in fact that a little kid in the class i handle revoked my “”””””””””disney prince”””””””””” status

seb: i hate my fuckin g life

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areum: this is why you don’t drink on a worknight.

areum: well, enough to get hungover, that is. why were you even drinking that much?

areum: also you don’t hate your life drama queen. 

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itcain·:

second drink … third drink … this would be the time his sense would start to be blurred up, especially since scotch or absint was usually his top choice. however, he was still strangely lucid, too aware of the tension and awkwardness that filled the air. why did he keep dragging himself to that specific bar ? it couldn’t be because when he finally reached that point, he made him feel like the prettiest person in the room and that felt good. too good. it was almost like a drug he needed to repeatedly indulge in, an addiction he couldn’t let go of. eyes finally glimmer up towards his handsome lines, but is easily replaced by a soft frown “ ━━ you know i don’t come here for happy hour. ” tongue gently lick tainted lips as a soft smirk replaces the gloom he had entered with “ ━━ what beats the company of a cute bartender ? not even happy hour. ”

ah, there it was. some part of rafal thought he should be a little offended by the situation--there was no real ego boost in knowing someone had to have alcohol in their system to finally flirt with him. but the other part--the bigger part--didn’t care. it was normal, now, for their interactions to go how they were currently going. drinking always led them to each other, it seemed. and, unsurprisingly, the others words had a smirk growing on rafal’s face. “you would save yourself a lot of cash if you came here for happy hour,” he mused, his tone shifted with his words; flirting, teasing, casual--now that was something he could do. “my company can’t be the only thing you come here for, is it?”