#(ft. julian)

[rxcklxssabandonx]

continued from here ; @thefvrious

"it's not the gay thing." there's a beat, a moment that seems to hesitate and linger in the space between them. "it might be the gay thing." donny isn't even really sure he knows. he brings his drink up to take a sip, lets that thought and that silence settle before he shrugs. "i think it's more the fact that i didn't join the family business and went into my own thing. despite the fact that i run a company now that makes tons of money. publishing isn't what my parents pictured for me. it's not stock trading, for sure."

[ofaylin]

starter for @julixneaton​

– THE DISTANCE FOR THE PAST WEEK OR SO HAS BEEN GOOD, but excruciating. she still doesn’t feel like she knows where she stands, only that she misses him, and maybe she knows what she wants but she’s not even sure how to go about it : mostly, she’s just been keeping everything bottled up, because julian’s asked her to keep a large secret on top of it all. still, when she runs into him, it doesn’t feel right to just ignore him. “ hi, ” she skips slightly to catch up with him, because she’s not going to spend the whole walk a couple steps behind him like a creep. she’s never felt so shy around him before, “ where are you headed ? ”  

[ofclaires]

starter for @julixneaton​

– “HEY, YOU!” CLAIRE CALLS ACROSS THE COURTYARD. tries again : “ hey, you piece of shit ! ” might as well use ( what she’s decided is ) his government name. when she gets in front of him, she’ll try and block his path, back straight so she seems taller despite his frankenstein-esque stature. “ read something funny about you. ” 

[runningwildes]

status: closed for @nighthunts​ location: delirium.

A thin sheen of sweat covered Cordelia’s hairline, tiny curls clinging to the damp flesh at the nape of her neck as she wound her way around the bodies writhing around the dance floor to get to the bar. The Band’s set had ended roughly thirty minutes ago and, though she’d planned to head home right after, Delia found herself lingering. After she’d congratulated Cassian on their set, Delia’d been pulled onto the dance floor and couldn’t bring herself to leave. For a brief moment, she’d been able to rid herself of all her worries and stresses and it was more intoxicating than any alcohol behind the bar. 

Delia’d almost made it to the bar when another patron fell into her, knocking her back into someone else and sending whatever drink they’d had tumbling to the floor. Regaining her balance, the blonde whipped around, hand covering her now gaping mouth. “Blessit, I am so sorry!” A nervous hand raked through messy curls, “Please, let me buy you another! Or...several others.” Her nervous laughter quickly tapered off. “It didn’t get on you, did it?”

[ofanya]

starter for @julixneaton​

– “OH, YAY, CONGRATS!” SHE CLASPS HER HANDS TOGETHER, “ you’re off crutches – and that’s perfect timing, too. how do you feel ? ” she can tell that he’s seemed sort of down lately, and she’s too polite to ask why, but...at least this may cheer him up ?

[wclffs]

location: the beach time: midday availability: closed starter for @julianking​ 

he’d always taken the no dogs allowed on the beach sign as a suggestion. after all, he couldn’t find any reason why perfectly civilized dog like freddie shouldn’t be allowed on the beach. it’s not like he was going to shit in the sand —  he had some dignity — and dylan always thought the dude was more human-like than dog. unfortunately that wasn’t enough to convince the officer from writing him up a citation he definitely couldn’t afford. “fucking bitch,” he muttered to himself as he and freddie bounded up the beach, freddie looking up at him with that adorably oblivious sort of smile, and dylan had to will himself not to smile back. “oh fuck off,” he says, “you owe me, you better be such a good b-” he blinks when freddie starts sprinting, his leash still coiled up in dylan’s hand and unhooked from his collar. “hey!” he shouts after the dog, picking up speed after him, his feet sinking into the hot dry sand so that he couldn’t keep up with the dog. he’s completely out of breath by the time he does reach him, apologizing profusely at the stranger freddie had practically ambushed. “i’m so sorry, he’s not usually -” he stops in his tracks when he lifts his head, his heart sinking at the realization that he was not in front of a stranger and that freddie’s sudden runaway made a whole lot more sense now. “oh.” 

[liljuliet]

JULIET QUINN MOODBOARD

ft. @julianvane

[tommymaddoxx]

open to anyone // you got any cool recs, bro

A day off. He wasn’t sure when the last day off he had really was. Now of course it didn’t really mean a day off of work considering work never seemed to stop for him. But it did mean that he could work from home and that he could take the longest lunches without anyone telling him to get back to work. Sure, he had lived in the city his entire life, but there were still so many restaurants he hadn’t been. Long before he was a cop, his true passion had always been food, seeking comfort in dishes of any shape or form as long as it had good flavor. The one he had picked out today had been on his list for awhile, he had only ever heard good things about it and he could tell just from the aroma in the air outside of the place that it was going to live up to the hype. Though quite honestly, as long as it wasn’t Chinese take-out for the fifth time in a row that week. 

He had been escorted to a table by the host, quickly taking a look at the menu glancing at all of the options. Honestly, they all sounded great and it got him salivating at just the descriptions that had occasionally been accompanied by photos of the dishes on the glossy page. It wasn’t long before someone had come over to him ready to take his drink order. He looked up from the menu and gave them a genuine smile. “You wouldn’t happen to have any recommendations of anything would you? I promise I am not a picky eater so anything you tell me I will probably enjoy it. I just seem to be a little overwhelmed by all of the options.”