So I’ve really not been well the past two weeks and it has left me with zero energy and concentration. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment this week so I’m hoping i can try and get that sorted and get my activity back on track.
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So I’ve really not been well the past two weeks and it has left me with zero energy and concentration. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment this week so I’m hoping i can try and get that sorted and get my activity back on track.
sprxngcfcrime:
@ridingshotgvn // <3′ed
“A wolf can’t hunt without its prey! Mine just happens to be a vampire.”
“A vampire? Hunting?” Naomi didn’t know whether to be confused or terrified. Currently it was a little bit of both.
clearwctrs:
“Sounds like your friend knows what’s up.” Seth muses, but he can’t help but preen at the notion. It makes enough sense, though, her friend’s observation. From an outside perspective he’s gotta look pretty leering. Though he’s not as large as his pack brothers, he’s by no means undersized, and stands out in this bar despite the corner spot he’d taken up. He hasn’t showered or shaved in days, and the weary look of wear and tear he’s amassed was enough to keep him from getting carded by the bartender. It’s nice, though, to not be known by every patron in a place, or to be chided for being the child the folks at home have babied since birth. He’s like a real adult here, you know? And he’s hoping he can maintain a suave facade long enough before this girl figures him out. “You don’t seem like the type to shy away from danger, though.”
“Is that your way of saying you are dangerous?” One brow arched as the corner of her lips tugged up into a teasing grin. Taylor leaned against the wall as she tried to figure him out,. taking a sip of her drink she watched him over the rim of her glass. Of course she’d noticed him as soon as they’d walked in, he stood out in comparison to the rest of the patrons in the bar and there was just something about him that had drew her in. The blonde had no idea what actually made her to take the first step in his direction, even her friends had said it was a bad idea and tried to put a stop to her movements. “I’ve never exactly had that little voice in my head to tell me it’s a bad idea. Besides, I thought we had already agreed that I don’t think you’re actually as dangerous as the vibes you give off.”
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thescientistandtheotherguy:
Bruce was little surprised to see Natasha coming out of the trunk of his car, by the looks of things she seemed really spooked about something and he wasn’t sure what was going on but it had to be bad because of how freaked out she was. “No I get it, come on lets get inside and talk where its safe.” he said hushedly as he he gently draped his arm around her and led her into the building. “Now, talk to me what’s going on?” he asked her worriedly, he wondered what it was that he was now a part of.
Nat was too focused on her thoughts and surroundings to fully react to Bruce wrapping his arm around her, instead taking that brief moment of comfort that it brought. “I’m being framed.” The words left her lips before she really had chance to think it through. The female assassin recognised the images that had been shown to her, after all it was her old calling card that had been used, but she knew that she had nothing to do with it. Natasha hadn’t dealt in that business in a long time, not since SHIELD, and definitely not since the team. “Not even Fury can help me get out of this one.”
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thedoctornumber11:
((OOC: @ridingshotgvn liked this for a starter))
The Doctor was a bit surprised when he walked into the TARDIS console room and there was a stranger, standing there and staring at him. “Who are you and how did you get on my TARDIS?” the Doctor demanded. He could have sworn he locked the door.
“What do you mean who am I? Who are you is the better question and how did I get here?” Naomi was one step away from spinning in a circle to take in her surroundings, as confusion filled her. One minute she was on the streets of Oxford and then the next she was-- well she had no idea where she was, same as how she had no idea of how she’d gotten there. “Your what now?”
littledaydreamers:
open starter. f/m/nb. trigger warning: drugs
“I’ll get the money, please just. I’ll figure it out,” Brooke said, flinching from the dealer. He had found her at a bar and dragged her outside. Brooke was in deep debt with him. She didn’t know how she would get the money, but she knew she had to figure it out. Her attention was caught as someone started approaching them, the dealer taking a step back to not look so suspicious.
Jesse had been on his way back from work when he heard the door slam and the sounds of a struggle breaking out. Leaning against the wall he watched the events slowly unfold before he felt the need to interrupt. “What’s going on here?” He finally took that step forward to make himself known. “Whatever it is, you might want to take a step back from her and let her go.”
lilacxrosesx:
“I needed to see you..” He muttered in a softer tone, his brows knitting together in concentration as he allowed the few seconds longer that they remained in a tight hold. Yes, he’d consumed more alcohol than his average amount and the fact that he’d managed to successfully remember where her house was and get there in one piece without any method of transport was definitely a cause for applause. But, he meant every word he said– and considering he’d never uttered those words before in his life (apart from to his mother and father) it was a big deal to him to finally admit how he felt to her. With her gaze his hands cupped the side of her face gently, thumb running over her cheek as a small smile began to form on his pale lips. “I love you, Fal.”
“Well for once I am really glad that you ignored me. I’m glad you’re here and I’m really glad to see you.” She craned her neck to look up at him again and gave a soft smile and placed a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw, not really tall enough to fully close the distance between them. “I love you too, Jess. So much.” She couldn’t help the few tears that finally escaped and rolled down her cheeks slowly. She couldn’t remember what her life was like without him in it and the thought of ever losing him was just something that Fallon didn’t want to consider.
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“See, my friend reckons you’re dangerous.“ Taylor stated as she cast a quick glance over her shoulder to look in the direction of her friends. “Personally, I don’t see it.” She tilted her head to the side as she observed them.
littledaydreamers:
“Well, can it suit you now please because I need some bloody sleep,” Jessie mumbled his voice groggy with sleep. “I’m not quite sure what you want me to do about it Kat… This thing was your plan, you’re the one who said this would work, not me.”
“Well this affects you as well! Why aren’t you bothered by it at all? This isn’t suppose to be how any of this goes.” She huffed annoyed as she came to a stop in front of where he was lying. “I thought no girl was immune to your charm.” Katya rolled her eyes at the thought and slowly lowered herself down to the floor and led down so she could stare at the ceiling. “Do you think it’s real? Y’know, between them. How they feel about each other?”
open to female/m/nb: (connections: bar tender, stranger, husband, sibling, cousin, friend, ex, etc.)
Fallon sat at the bar nursing the same glass of wine that she’d had in front of her for the past half an hour. She wasn’t sure how she had even ended up at the quiet bar, all she knew was that she had needed to get out of the house and couldn’t bare to be confined to the same four walls any longer. Her husband had missed another dinner once again, she’d lost count of how many it had been now, it was enough that she no longer cried over it. Carefully she moved the glass out of the way and gently pulled both her wedding ring and engagement ring off and placed them in front of her. Letting out a sigh, she reached for her glass and took a large sip while looking down at the rings that seemed to be taunting the red head. “I never used to be this way, y’know.” Fallon grumbled talking to no one in particular due to the alcohol beginning to take an affect.
“please come with me. not because it’s good for you or anything. because the absolute truth is, i really need you.”
littledaydreamers:
OPEN TO: FEMALES
An exasperated sigh left the male’s lips as he pushed back the urge to roll his eyes. He’d been lying there on the hard floor listening to the other rant about something or other for the past ten minutes and his patience was being to wear thin, he just wanted to go to sleep. “Do you ever shut up?”
“Of course I do, when it suits me.” She scoffed as she rolled her eyes, Katya knew that she was being annoying but she had to get it off her chest otherwise her anger would have just continued building. “You didn’t see the two of them though! It was as if I didn’t exist. As if we didn’t exist!” She gestured between the two of them and then threw her hands in the air as she continued pacing the room.
My muse has just returned from your muse’s funeral when a knock on their door drags them out of their grieving - in front of it stands your muse.
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My muse has just returned from your muse’s funeral when a knock on their door drags them out of their grieving - in front of it stands your muse.
Send “Hello there” for a starter.
Alt. meme: (X)
So I've ended up working 52 hours in just under a week. I am both physically, mentally and emotionally drained this week so I apologise for my lack of activity