#annielandsbergwrites

[waveofstars]

@annielandsbergwrites​​ liked for a starter but she got a novel !!

    Having a permanent place to music was all he ever wanted, even if it was just at a piano bar downtown. It gave his life a splash of color now that it back being so oddly dull. People seemed to enjoy his music, especially around this time of year. Though he was getting sick of all the Christmas jingles, people were generous enough and seemed... well, happy. He admired that, even if he wasn’t really feeling it himself. 

     As he finished up the last song of the night, his fingers effortlessly brushing against the keys, he looked up at the little crowd with a smile and gave an appreciative nod before standing up to walk away from the piano... That is until his eyes caught the sight of someone he hadn’t seen in over a year - give or take. It felt like seeing a ghost, and some part of him wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Lord knows he often saw her in stranger’s faces. But the more he looked at her and the more she looked at him... he knew it was her. Sarah. It was a strange sensation seeing her, especially after they had agreed to go their separate ways. Agreed was a loose word, considering it was his fault for never finding the courage to open up to her. All she wanted was for him to let her in, and he foolishly did just the opposite. 

    He stepped down from the stage, but kept eye-contact with her. He didn’t know what to say or do... So he just looked at her across the way before giving her a small and hopeful smile. 

[businesbitch]

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It’d only been a few days since she’d returned to the city from her mandatory week-long visit home, but Abigail had successfully adapted to the lifestyle of a couchsurfer. There was nothing stopping her from going back to her dorm (especially when she was free of a roommate until the fall semester), but over the last few days, she’d taken to wasting away alongside Kim as much as possible. Abi had crashed in Kim’s room for a few nights and even passed out on the sofa once after an intense Netflix binge -- there was a chance that she was overstaying her welcome, but she wasn’t about to ask. Situated on the living room floor with one leg drawn close, chin rested on her knee, Abi was making an valiant attempt at warding off boredom by painting her toenails. “Hey, Kim?” She called out, eyebrows pinched together in concentration as she dabbed her pinky nail. “Can I ask you something?” Her cheeks puffed out as she blew cold air towards her toes, leaning back to grab the bottle of polish. She looked to her friend with wide eyes and an earnest smile. “And you’ve gotta be, like, brutally fucking honest with me, alright? No bullshittery.”

[darkdcsire]

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Robin half shrugged his shoulders after hearing her respond that he deserved a thank you from her after driving her home when he felt it was not necessary.” Driving anyone home is easy in my experience but talking to them and the company you simply give someone certainly left an impression on me which is why I was thanking you.”  Robin explained hoping his sentence seemed to make sense especially with how entertaining and fun the drive to her place had been .Robin winked as lips then faltered into a small grin while keeping his hands on his hips and his curious blue eyes focused on Honey’s gorgeously attractive face while he stood still in her driveway. Nodding his head confirming he wanted to drink at her place which seemed obvious however he didn’t fault her for misreading his words and ruled it out to be a simple mistake which can be easily overlooked. He wavered his hand and scoffed.” It’s alright. I sometimes make mistakes too I mean I’ll still pay you for the drinks even though I am short of cash but I’ll think of an arrangement.” He cocked his head off to the side as eyes averted up and elsewhere away from her face. 

Robin then heard her assure him that payment was not necessary if they were to have drinks in her home.” Well if your sure then I am fine with that. I still kinda feel bad for drinking all your liquor.” He expressed and returned his blue eyes back towards her face as he tipped his head off to the side and mused his lips together. Locking his eyes eventually with her own as he didn’t have a problem when she mentioned her place was a mess and she didn’t have much alcohol causing him to briefly appear to be puzzled as Robin then walked towards her.” Why don’t you entertain me inside.” He smirked with mischievous intent as he took her by the wrist with out hesitation or notice to spin her around as her back faced him only for his palm to then collide with her ass to get a move on.” You got a cute ass by the way that I’ve been dying to slap.” Keeping his voice down as his tone sounded husky amused and playful.

[lordlaz]

winnie x sam

who hogs the duvet

Sam. He’s a big boi, and he’s selfish in all other aspects of his life. So why not this one too?

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Both, but Winnie probably is more present when asking. Sam does it out of habit. 

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Winnie. She’s a dancer while he’s a mathematician, so I’m assuming she’s the more creative one. 

who gets up first in the morning

Winnie. Being such a successful ballerina wasn’t an accident, and with the level of discipline she’s grown so accustomed to, she’s probably the one who wakes up early in the morning while Sam hits the snooze 26 times.

who suggests new things in bed

Sam. 

who cries at movies

Sam even though he’s emotionally stunted. Sorry, Mara.

who gives unprompted massages

Sam. Despite being so loathsome, he has his moments of tender care.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Sam. He makes soup. 

who gets jealous easiest

Sam, although he really has no right to be. 

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Sam would be adamant to say it’s Winnie although he has an extensive jazz collection.

who collects something unusual

Sam. Probably something related to math. 

who takes the longest to get ready

Winnie.

who is the most tidy and organised

Possible Sam here, but it could totally be equal.

who gets most excited about the holidays

Sam. It reminds him of his privileged youth. 

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Sam’s the little spoon. Winnie’s the big spoon. She’s got BDE. Of course, this occurs like 67% of the time. 

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Winnie.

who starts the most arguments

Sam “starts” the most arguments by being the cause of their arguments, likely.

who suggests that they buy a pet

Sam. 

what couple traditions they have

Watching TV, making dinner, sharing coffee, etc.

what tv shows they watch together

He watches Dance Moms in a futile attempt to understand her world but has since gotten hooked unironically, so he makes her watch too. 

what other couple they hang out with

No one. Do they have friends?

how they spend time together as a couple

See couple traditions.

who made the first move

Sam.

who brings flowers home

Sam. 

who is the best cook

Sam. 

[sugarandviolence]

Jude: man i had this crazy dream u were in

Jude: or maybe it was a nightmare i can't tell

Jude: it was me and u on that rooftop at the end scene in fight club. u kno the one

[mrsxbrightsidex]

@annielandsbergwrites​

"I knew you wouldn’t miss it!” Guinevere exclaims, tucking her chair away from her vanity to permit the long dress ample space to move. Heaven forbid she put her seamstress through another daunting task of re-doing the hem. She caught sight of Matthew amidst the audience during the second act, prompting an additional ‘oomph’ to her solo. Its been weeks since their chance encounter at the cafe. Since then, they were inseparable... Or rather, she was inseparable from him. Maybe because he was one of the few who shared an obscure passion for the arts, or because his brooding talent matched her own. But she enjoyed whatever it was that was going on between them. It seemed only right she finally prove herself by offering him a front row ticket to her musical. “Well? What do you think? Do I have Sarah Brightman shaking in her boots?” She jaunts towards him, bright smile from the high of being on stage. She throws her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a warm hug.

[barmmond]

“Oh Wednesday, it’s so nice to see you again!“ The man exclaimed happily as he pulled back from the tight hug he gave to Liz. There was something different he noticed during the hug, which definitely wasn’t there the last time he had seen his friend. He tended to be a compete ass, but he was trying really hard to change, Pax wasn’t going to blow it up now by asking if she had gained some weight. “You look pretty as always, but you’ve changed since the last time we saw each other. You grew taller or some shit?”  ( @annielandsbergwrites ) 

[businesbitch]

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Patrick wasn’t expecting to have a good time, which was probably a terrible outlook to have when he was on his way to a party, but he’d also never claimed to be a fountain of overflowing optimism. He knew himself, he knew Lara, and that was just about all he needed to guess that he’d be tapping out long before the night was over. Still, it was a good excuse to get out of his stuffy apartment and he didn’t mind celebrating with Lara, even if it meant spending an evening drifting aimlessly. He arrived empty-handed, because Patrick hadn’t exchanged presents for someone’s birthday since he was thirteen and seriously skinned his chin at Carter’s roller rink party. And, just as he’d expected, the warehouse was already full of people -- too many people -- and not a single face he recognized. Patrick wrangled in the downward tug of his lips, expression decidedly neutral as he wandered further in. His shoulders slouched, the action reflexive and unnoticed to him while he continued to skirt around the edge of the party, trying to spot Lara without enduring any solo introductions.