#;{chats}

[wtflevii]

closed starter: @landonhq​

As if being back in Wilmington wasn’t a punishment itself, the moment the photographer received his first notification from his old high school group chat, he couldn’t help but brace himself for what the next few weeks could look like. His phone was flooded with text messages from old friends almost instantaneously, feeling a sense of deja vu as he scrolled through the tiny words on his phone. He couldn’t help but toss in the occasional reply, preferring to stir the pot because someone had to do it. It wasn’t until around nine in the evening when Levi ultimately decided he was tired of being borderline quarantined inside his childhood bedroom. He made his way downtown to a small bar to kill some time and get a buzz while doing it. He took a seat off to the right, ordering a simple old fashioned before mindlessly speaking to the figure next to him. “Can I ask you a question?” He pauses, rubbing his lips together as he watches the bartender. “What the fuck do people even do in this town? It’s so boring, I’m half-tempted to get alcohol poisoning tonight.”

[theeprimus]

How Primus and Unicron interact

Optimus: Sir, I really believe you and Unicron should talk things out....

Primus: And risk my spark?! I will not risk myself for such nonsense. He does not listen!

Unicron has entered the chat.

Primus has left the chat.

Unicron: ....

Unicron: I see how it is.

Optimus: ......

[wendybxrd]

open.

   ❛I wrote it -- it’s only a first draft, of course, but I’m hoping to have it published.❜

[wendybxrd]

✶ "You should really mind your shirt tails. It's unprofessional to have them flap all about the place. Clothes make the man, and all that!"

[wendybxrd]

{ +1 }

✶ "I wonder if you've forgotten what it means to have a mother."

[wendybxrd]

✶ You must know what day it is!

[wendybxrd]

{ +theinfamouscaptain }

✶ Wendy was focused on the plush pillow in her lap, which sported a number of small holes. Nana had sneezed with it in her mouth, which left it worse for wear. Not a problem for Wendy and her apt fingers, of course.

    She was, however, at a disadvantage when greeting the passerby. They lingered long enough for Wendy to assume they meant to speak with her, which may not have been the case at all. But she snapped the thread off, starting at the next hole.

    "Hello -- sir." Wendy qualified once she'd glanced up. "Were you in need of repairs yourself?" She gestured to the pillow. It seemed as nice a place as any, in the park down the road. She could see her brothers playing with wooden swords and sticks, curled fingers brandished like hooks.