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[sumnyj-gryboczok]

Adoni •°~

Commission for @depmode

I'm so in love with his original concept, l really enjoyed drawning this diva very much

[flameward]

they kick down the stand and kill the bike's engine before removing their helmet. when the cold chill of the air hits their face, they furrow their brow with mild disapproval and take a moment to flex gloved fingers. dismount is graceful and easy, followed by long strides towards common ground. with the helmet under their arm, they step inside and make a beeline for the counter to order their usual. tall and clad in leather and denim, they lean themselves against said counter and place their helmet on its surface. a harsh huff of air is released, followed by a low grumble.

"fuckin' cold out there."

[keptheart]

"--and like, it's my favourite movie, and i can't find it to stream anywhere. i torrented it, but can't find a decent subtitle file. you know i can't watch movies without subtitles." echo was finally finishing her tangent on the 2009 cinematic masterpiece jennifer's body. her unexpected victim was just trying to get a coffee at common ground when they had been subject to her impromptu, yet impassioned, speech on the film. in truth, echo could keep going about the movie, as she'd seen it a few dozen times, and basically had it memorized at this point.

the barista called her name, indicating her drink was ready, and echo stepped forward to grab it with a soft smile and polite thanks. "anyway, what's your favourite movie?" she asked, finally turning her attention to something other than jennifer's body. she waited for the other's drink to be ready before she motioned towards a couple of empty chairs nearby. "join me for a bit?" she pulled out one of the chairs for her conversational companion to sit before sitting down herself.

[romantiicas]

who  :  asena  +  anyone   [  open  ]  where  :  common  ground  11

asena  was  flipping  through  a  stack  of  fashion  magazines  near  the  register,  her  nails  tapping  absently  against  it’s  glossy  pages  as  she  squinted  at  a  photo  of  a  model  in  a  feathered  mini  dress.  “there’s  bold,  and  then  there’s  …  whatever  this  is,”  she  muttered  to  herself,  holding  the  magazine  out  at  arm’s  length,  like  the  distance  would  somehow  make  it  better.  she  had  a  dinner  with  her  parents  this  weekend,  her  mother’s  idea  of  a  fresh  start,  and  nothing  to  wear  that  didn’t  make  her  look  either  overdressed  or  emotionally  unwell.  sighing  she  flipped  to  another  page  before  glancing  toward  the  person  next  to  her.  “okay,  be  honest,”  she  said,  holding  up  the  page,  “could  i  pull  this  off,  or  would  i  just  look  like  i  got  dressed  in  the  dark?” 

[lovepracticing]

‧₊  ᨦ  ꒰  𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀  𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵  …  anyone  !  3/3  replies  <3 ‧₊  ᨦ  ꒰  𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘂𝗽  𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲  𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲  𝗮𝘁  …  maison  du  nord,  earrrrly  morning  hours.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˖ ⠀ ♡⃞ ⠀ )⠀⠀ . . . ⠀ ｡ .⠐ ◌⠀

it  shouldn’t  be  so  difficult  to  count  to  one  hundred  &  pay  attention  to  the  voice  inside  her  phone.  the  call  reached  the  five  minute  time  mark  and  diana  had  said  …  how  many  words  again?  ten?  all  the  ‘mhm’s  and  ‘oh!’s  worked  fine  to  keep  them  entertained,  and  she  played  her  part  like  her  bumble  date  was  right  there,  waiting  in  line  next  to  her.  however,  when  a  stranger  touched  her  shoulder,  diana  couldn’t  stop  herself  from  taking  the  opportunity  as  her  way  to  freedom.  “  oh  my  god,  hi!  long  time  no  see!  yeah,  sorry,  it’s  just–  my  best  friend  just  arrived  and  i  have  to  hang  up.  catch  you  later?  sure,  i’ll  meet  you  there!  byyyyyeeee!  ”  the  smile  dropped  and  she  actually  looked  at  the  stranger,  self-pity  making  her  eyes  wet.  “  thank  you  so  much  for  saving  my  life.  ”  she  meant  it.  the  queue  was  shorter  and  she  was  next  in  line,  her  kindness  and  gratitude  growing.  “  i  will  pay  for  your  order  by  the  way,  please,  you  truly  deserve  it.  ”

[angclmanifesto]

⚔  starter  for  .  .  .  anyone  ·  0/5  replies ⚔  taking  place  @  .  .  .  common  ground  open  mic  night,  7pm 

celeste  slips  into  common  ground  with  the  same  timing  they  use  to  catch  trains,  one  minute  before  they're  technically  late.  her  breath  is  a  little  shallow  from  the  walk  over,  their  notebook  clutched  in  their  hands  like  it  might  bite.  she  discovered  the  charming  cafe  during  an  uneventful  first  date  her  first  week  in  town.  she  never  saw  the  girl  again,  but  celeste  has  been  a  regular  ever  since,  spending  too  much  money  on  new  books  and  dirty  chais.

tonight  is  her  first  open  mic.  they  manage  to  snag  one  of  the  last  empty  chairs  and  a  spot  near  the  bottom  of  the  sign-up  sheet,  the  safest  possible  place  to  be  brave.  the  room  fills  fast:  puffy  coats,  soft  lighting,  somebody  tuning  a  guitar.  celeste  flips  open  their  notebook  to  reread  their  piece,  and  the  more  they  read,  the  warmer  their  face  gets,  until  embarrassment  outweighs  courage.  she  clears  her  throat,  stands,  and  turns  to  the  person  settling  in  beside  her.  “hi,  sorry.  could  you  save  my  seat  for  a  minute?”  she  asks,  offering  a  small,  hopeful  smile  as  she  sets  her  notebook  down  on  the  chair  to  mark  her  territory.  “i’m  gonna  grab  a  coffee  before  i  talk  myself  out  of  being  here.  do  you  want  anything  while  i’m  up?”

[shakedup]

⸻　　tina's  thrift  &  threads,  3pm ⸻　　open  for  anyone

　　☆　　nothing  relaxes  phoebe  more  than  spending  hours  at  the  thrift  store.  she  flutters  through  the  place  like  a  butterfly,  plucking  whatever  catches  her  eye.  she  won't  buy  them  all,  of  course,  maybe  a  handful  of  pieces,  but  the  best  part  was  trying  them  on  in  the  fitting  room  and  taking  selfies  in  the  mirror.  〝  oh.  my.  god.  〞  phoebe  mutters,  mouth  agape.  〝  look  at  this  beauty!  〞  she  takes  the  article  off  the  rack  and  holds  it  up  in  full  display  —  a  leopard  print  fur  coat,  vintage  and more importantly, with a  50%  off tag dangling from the label.  〝  what  do  you  think?  〞