#& open

[beastypaws]

He feels. Upset? No. Overwhelmed? Closer. Something close to drowning. The weight. The responsibility of being a hero. Like his mind is a series of scribbles with little dots of failure sprinkled in. Clogging clarity. Suffocating.

This wasn't just stress. He felt CRUSHED.

"...I'm just ONE me."

[plaguedpirate]

@evermorehqsstart

❛ you know, i wish i was able to just have a talk with the person who came up with the idea to rig games at a family-friendly event such as a FAIR....it's so fucked. i've watched this kid throw at least $20 worth of rings at those bottles with nothing to show for it...❜ zarina said to no one in particular, whoever was listening really, tilting her head as she continued to watch the poor kiddo try again. ❛ worst part is, the prize he'd win for even landing a ring is probably worth like, $6 tops. ❜

[totallycloves]

LOCATION: bippidi boppidi FOR: @evermorehqsstart / open

clover's gaze narrows as she surveys the assortment of clothing, fingers flicking between fabrics as mutterings of "no", "ugly", "ew" escape her lips. she didn't think this was a second hand store, but if so, that'd offer some explanation to why the clothing is so... disorganized, to put it gently.

"do you work here?" despite hearing approaching footsteps, she doesn't bother to look up, still sifting through the disappointing array of attire. "or do you know if there's, like, a secret section of... more aesthetically cohesive clothing?"

[ardentghcst]

OPEN STARTER !!

open to: bar regular, an ex he's friendly with/still loves, little sister/family member, best friend; f/nb

 ❛ i'm not telling you again, john... ❜ beckett groaned as he fisted the inside of a pint glass with a rag, drying it off as his eyes rolled, setting the glassware haphazardly to the side.  ❛ you're HAMMERED. you cannot have another shot of jager, now don't make me throw your old ass out myself. sit down and figure it out. ❜ the man continued to jabber begrudgingly towards beckett, but john was a regular in the dive bar beckett worked at that he knew well so... he was being hard on him with good reason. he'll thank me tomorrow. throwing the rag over his shoulder in a comically movie-esc fashion, beckett turned his attention to the individual who had sat down at the bar, a lilt of a grin on his lips upon realizing who it was;  ❛ oh — hey you, ❜ the man greeted, setting a coaster down in front of them as palms found the inner-edge of the bar. ❛ you were the last person i expected to see tonight... it's been a minute, yeah ?? ❜

[destinyconfronts-arch]

   “....Wait, wait. What’s this national boyfriend day thing?”

[thelostkaiba]

      “The only thing I need to know. While I was gone did                Seto finally admit he’s in love with that starfish kid?”

[jonochis]

      “.........” picking himself up off the pavement to look around and step forward.  “......” Now where was he? He had to find Alphonse that was the only thing he really knew.