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[ulyflynn]

uly 📲 asher.

Uly [12.16am]: Hey Uly [12.16am]: Happy New Year Uly [12.16am]: Meeting u made mine Uly [12.17am]: Hope we get to ring in all the rest of them Uly [12.17am]: 🩵

[witchdoesfire]

when josie reaches to open the door, she doesn’t know what to expect. she’s only heard tales of the tribrid, and caution weighs out over curiosity. she may need help, but she shouldn't allow that to make her POWERLESS.

still, the other girl (a legend of sorts) might have information josie could use. she takes a deep breath. head up, she tells herself, shoulder's straight. that’s what she should focus on; not the jumble of emotions all clawing in her chest or the scent of blood she’s not sure whether or not she’s imagining. her own BURNING power. everything she knows she's capable of.

“hope?” she asks, looking around while fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, from habit more than anything. “hope mikaelson?”

@naturesloopholed / closed thread.

[torturcdsoul-blog]

charlie & seth || closed.

Since meeting Seth, Charlie was excited to meet up with the man at the bar where they had met. This is not because she was in love with him, or had any sort of intimate feelings for him but simply because she had a regular drinking buddy; misery loves company after all. Walking through the door, Charlie immediately stripped off her leather jacket, folding it and placing it neatly on her arm as she sauntered to the bar area. Seeing his dirty blonde hair, the woman made moves toward him, occupying the empty bar stool beside him. “When are you gonna order me my drink before I get here?” the woman playfully complained, waving down the bartender for her order. “I mean, it is the polite thing to do after all.”

[fcktae]

@minxshine

The texts cause a stir of emotions within Tae. He was attempting to enjoy his pre - New Year’s Eve without the problems of others, by himself and hoping for a better year ahead; yet, the text he got from Min threw all of that out the window. his mind was racing, and his heart ached. What the hell were they thinking? attempting to distance themselves from him? No — as messed up as it sounded, he was the one one who cold push the other away, because that was just how he was and they knew him and his reasoning’s. But now that it was switched? he wasn’t sure how to feel. “what the fuck.” he breathed, thrown his phone and pushing himself up off the couch. He wasn’t just going to wait around for a text; he was going to get answered in person. 

The distance was short, and Tae practically ran there. Standing outside the apartment door that was just a few doors down from his actual apartment he shared with Dalton, Tae didn’t care if the other male overheard him yelling at the door for Min to open up. He was genuinely concerned for them after the texts he had received. “Open the damn door, Min. I know you’re here, so just be a grown up and open the fuckin’ door.” 

[sleepyprblms]

@kirbywalker

KJ couldn’t ignore the funny feeling he got in his stomach with each step he took closer to Kirby and Ethan’s apartment door; donned in his PJ’s and a bag full of snacks in hand. He couldn’t ever ignore the feelings there when the thought of Kirby crossed his mind; much less when he was around him. But he did it anyway, forcing them to the back of his mind. Most of the time anyway, unlike now, where it was all he could think about despite not trying to. Spending too much time alone had the tendency to do that to people, he supposed, and maybe it was just the craving of wanting intimacy even in the purest and simplest form; but he was more so needing than wanting Kirby’s attention at this point. 

Reaching the door, he brought his hand up to knock and found himself hesitating; the funny feeling intensifying. he’s your best friend, he reminded himself, chewing his lower lip out of habit with his nerves. just your best friend, and he doesn’t, wouldn’t, and couldn’t have the simplest idea of how you feel; or even in return. He stood there for a moment, still frozen before huffing, realizing he just looked like a idiotic five-year old at a sleepover standing there; finally knocking, and waiting. waiting was the worst part, especially for him, because he couldn’t get the thoughts out of his mind. 

[sleepyprblms]

@noel-fallovvs

If there was one thing KJ knew for certain when it came to Noel, it was the fact that food was the easiest way to get her attention. Of course, there were plenty of other things he could do just as easily to get her attention, like acting like a complete annoying tool, but that was reserved for other times. Pushing the door open to Joey’s pizza parlor, the aroma of pizza filling the air reached his senses and he felt hungrier than he had prior. He glanced around, knowing that she would be here, and smirked to himself when he spotted the back of her head. “Look at who it is,” he mused, sliding into the booth opposite to her. “It’s a shocker I’d find you here — and before you give me some smart remark and tell me to go away, just know, I plan on buying a extra cheesy pizza. and the best gift of all? me giving you company. you’re welcome.”

[champagneblond]

( cont'd from xavierplympton1984 to @sexualrevcluticn. )

Fluttery eyelids and a short laugh said it all, removing her hands from the tactile fabric. “A perfect fit.” This fitting session reconfirmed the flash of inspiration she’d previously conceived, nodding with ill-disguised approval at his question. Xavier had such a playful way with words. About to give herself a break, realising how good it was to have Xavier around to bring out her more easygoing ways, and then came the next unprecedented question to send her mentally retreating in embarrassment. The topic of friends, again! He’d better not get the presumptuous idea of her being a sort of clingy hanger-on, fighting to keep the look of disgusted indignation from her face. The mere other mention of money, gave another dent as it hit so close to home.

Remembering the great strides made in her self control, she stared deadpan at Xavier to give a measured reply. “I don’t call the people around my money, friends.” She said flatly, doubling down on her long standing self belief. “Hanging out with such people, doesn’t necessarily bring out the fun in me.” As he continued, the blond still sought to place band-aids on all her emotional puncture wounds—the boy was only trying to be nice, she supposed.

Fathoming that her sensitivity was fogging up her logical mind, gave her the ability to see the way Xavier was trying to find out more about her personal life. ‘I’m here because you asked me’, the boy’s pure honesty softened her resolve. Learning of the boy’s preferences to being spoiled only melted Eloise further. She hadn’t asked for advice and yet here was Xavier Plympton, giving her attention unrivalled and pushing her parent’s decade of negligence to one side.

She’s almost forgotten what it was to cry from the result of true emotional release, would’ve taken the chance to show her vulnerable face, but...it was too soon. “I won’t hear of it.” Eloise took those few steps to further close the gap between them. “You were most enlightening, cher.” In the quiet store, muffled sounds of traffic outside allowed Eloise to share in an intimate silence with Xavier, deciding that his smile was so wholesome that she smiled, too.

Fortunately for Xavier she too went against the decision to restyle his hair, and pushed onwards to Ma Maison instead, arriving with excess time to spare. Once seated in an intimate corner booth, it became the perfect vantage point to gaze upon celebrities. She gently nudged the boy’s side, subtly pointing out the faces of movie stars and familiar names from soap operas. It was a beautiful day, gorgeous weather being enjoyed by the patrons in the open air patio, the soles of their feet meeting AstroTurf. Cast off wooden folding chairs and plastic picnic tables purchased from holiday resorts by the owners were topped by parasols from the French liquor company Ricard.

“Isn’t Patrick Terrail just the most wonderful host—” Eloise spoke in hushed tones with Xavier, “—the man who greeted us by the door. He’s the co-owner of Maison. So kind,” She looked relieved when a waiter sailed by to top up their glasses, “Really makes you feel special.” Once the waiter made himself scarce, she leaned in further. “Seen any familiar faces yet, as in all of them?” The blonde giggled, fluffy hair waving around her framed elegant face. Meanwhile, most celebrity patrons had been shaken out of their own habitual cool by the arrival of this young, glamorous pair who looked like they could have originated from anywhere, not just LA.

[champagneblond]

Part of the inquiry, dryly parroted back at Xavier. “Friends,” She would remain undeterred by the posed question for now, “No pressure, darling. A restaurant outing, can turn into a romantic restaurant outing. Or not.” Too soon, for romance. Love. Whatever the hell that meant, and for God’s sake don’t get her started on the Slimmercise groupies—swarming around their esteemed aerobics instructor like so many insignificant flies. There was never a good time to ask questions about the class, how she could improve. Apart from lunching with clients and acquaintances, it was the only social respite outside of the work environment which she allowed herself.

Upon a rare occasion in the lobby of Perfect 10 Aerobics, she could snag a conversation or two with Xavier about pretty much anything—surprising, really. A comment about his dirty blonde stylings had them hooked into a lengthy chat faster than you could say wheatgrass. “Would you be bored at a French restaurant?” Eloise was one for the grand gesture, a rush of pleasure from treating men who liked to be treated. “I’ll whisk you away, to Ma Maison. You’ll adore it. Big stars galore, cherie.” Having paid through the nose for a table would be worth the trip alone. The furniture was cheap and uninspired, the food par excellence. “Care to be starstruck for a day?” Amusement was reflected in serene, ocean coloured eyes of Miss Fontaine.

@xavierplympton1984