#agestart

[andrewkilgore-blog]

The sun kissed Andrew’s skin, a soft breeze running their fingers through his unruly brown locks. Matanzas River lay before him, the water bouncing sun rays off the light brown of his eyes, making art that Andrew couldn’t himself see. He took in a deep breath, never annoyed with how fresh the air felt in this spot. This was where soulmates and true love formed, after all. He took a step back, colliding with another person.

"Oh God,” he wheezed, quick to get back on his feet as an apology already fell from his lips. “Sorry about that, the sun decided my retinas were a good place to call home for a moment there.”

[r0manss-blog]

“hey -- you know what i want??”

[dcrianw-blog]

Crowded bars on Friday nights are truly not his scene - Dorian finds that the sort of people who go out drinking on weeknights are more his type. But, alas, he’s in a mood, and the weekend rush isn’t quite enough to deter him from the drink or two or three that he needs, and hopefully an interesting new friend for the night. It would help, however, if there was a single goddamn open barstool. Well, that just won’t do. He isn’t going to stand. He pushes his way impatiently through the groups of people standing around, target in sight. “Hey.” He mutters out a greeting, lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He leans rather intrusively forward, elbows resting on the bar, not giving the person in his desired seat any chance of pretending he isn’t there. “I’ll buy you a drink if you give up your seat.”

[uhelle-blog1]

on a completely average day, elle found herself running her usual errands. picking up groceries and pottering around to see all of her favourite shop keepers. and then disaster struck. it was the perfect cocktail of mishaps. it was a phone buzzing in a pocket, a wrong step, a misplaced rock and it was then a tumble into a nearby fountain. frantically scrambling to get up, elle called out to passerbys, “do you have any rice i can put my phone in?”

[ofwaverly]

it’s truly been a hell of a day. the day started off with waverly being put up to a customer who truly didn’t know what the word teamwork or compromise was. everything had to go their own way, and in the business of design, most things couldn’t go one way. it was a collaborative job for a reason, mainly to fix the flaws in a client’s idea to make it actually look good, but this one wasn’t budging. she wanted what she wanted, and waverly was just getting irritated with it from the start. she’d never been able to hold her temper, and today as quickly testing her. after that, it was one minor inconvenience after the other - leaving waverly exhausted and truly pissed off by the end of the day. not to mention, her daughter was well into her terrible two’s, and not holding back to prove it. she was finally able to go home, only having to withstand one more bus ride before she could go to bed. well, that’s what she thought. waverly wasn’t really the best at keeping track of time and truly thought she’d make it to the bus perfectly on time. to her luck, walking around the corner only revealed a bus pulling away from the bus stop. “no, no, no!!” she shouted quickly, not having the energy to wait for the next bus, her instinct telling her to run after the bus, and she did. she sprinted only for a few seconds before realizing that it simply was no use, the bus wasn’t going to stop for an idiot who missed it. “goddamnit - goddamnit.” she mumbled to herself, shaking her head. “i missed the bus... what idiot misses the fucking bus?” she continued under her breath, a deep sign escaping her lips.

[ianxporter-blog]

A stoic expression was on Ian’s face as he mixed a drink he made absentmindedly as he stared over the bar. He looked around for someone or something that looked interesting. When he heard a fight break out, and he muttered curse words under his breath.”God fucking damn it.” he jumped walked around with an annoyed expression on his face, and he stepped in between them to break up the fight. After he did he glared at the two and said: “Do you really need to be such a drunk cliche?” Then he leads the two out and started back inside to go behind the bar.

[marianamp3-blog]

“fuck, it’s cold as shit.” she mumbled as she pulled her jacket tighter around her body. “I’m alarmed,” she said with a smile, trying to make it obvious she was cracking a joke. “I was always told hoes don’t get cold, but i’m absolutely freezing.”  she scrunched her nose at a gust of wind. “whoever decided to throw a party outside in 40 degree weather is honestly satan.”

[ofbcnjamins-blog]

some people believe that pets are just like their owners. it would make sense if that were the case; given, these animals spend the most amount of time with their caretakers. it would only be logical. however, benjamin and his cat prickles were not blessed with such luck. the two were total opposites. from their stance on food, the way they interact with strangers, and their willingness to explore. prickles was one rambunctious cat, and benjamin took her on multiple walks a week to keep the peace. but it seemed, prickles was sick of waiting. prickles had run off.

muttering a fine mess of expletives, benjamin (still dressed in his pjs) raced down the fire escape where prickles must have escaped from, leading to the sidewalk out the front of his apartment building. his eyes darted around frantically, benjamin struggled to put two thoughts together as he began walking briskly down the sidewalk. “prickles ? prickles, i’m not okay with this reenactment of that spongebob episode where gary goes missing. prickles, where are you ??”