#ethread

[loveisfolly]

@Andie

EDIE: Day 123531 of Quarantine and my hair has a life of its own EDIE: Also out of proper English Breakfast tea...(making do with Lipton *SCREAMING*) EDIE: Morale is low...grip on sanity is fleeing fast EDIE: Oh btw, I might be preggers lol no big deal EDIE: How’s your life going?

[onyxedideas]

open to: f/m/nb

Edie: Instantly regretting this solo trip to the pub Edie: 6 different men have sat down across from me and tried to start a conversation Edie: I come here because the pints are dirt cheap and they’ll make me a full English at 10pm Edie: Not because I’m looking for a guy with a weird haircut to spout pick up lines at me while he tries to cop a feel under the table

[onyxedideas]

@loveisliquor​

EDIE: Don’t know whether to be impressed with myself for applying this legitimately flaw free full face or mad at myself for falling asleep with all of it still on EDIE: In other news, I think I’m about to become one of those people who cares about thread count and all of that fancy stuff because these sheets are HEAVENLY EDIE: And fancy room service eggs benedict beats my customary morning tea and biscuits

[paintmeruby]

RFID Enabled Thread-

https://www.rfidjournal.com/articles/view?11587/2

[onyxedideas]

@hcwaii

Edie’s back. Slightly worse for wear, more than a little bit jetlagged but she’s back on familiar soil and this is the first stop she’s making. The emotional toll that everything has taken on her isn’t necessarily plain to see but she knows Jay will notice. Even underneath the carefully applied makeup and the overly cautious way in which she’s carrying herself. Right now, standing at his door she’s more than slightly anxious. The door opens and she’s momentarily unable to speak. When her mental fog clears she shifts her weight nervously and attempts to break the silence. “I...hi. Hi is a good place to start. Hi...and I’m back. Literally just got back...and I just, I don’t know, I just wanted to see you. Also, merry Christmas. Well merry belated Christmas, if that’s something people still say, my bags got missing in transit but the airline assures me that they’re well on their way...and when they do eventually get here, so will your present...but the main point here is...hi and I’m going to stop talking now.”

[theunlikelyones]

“Breakfast for dinner!” Elijah called as he head the door open. He was standing at the stove, trying to handle both eggs and bacon at the same time. “I hope you don’t mind I used some herbs form the garden.” He blonde turned to smile at the other. He had flour in his hair and pancake batter on his cheek, but boy did it smell amazing in that kitchen. “I even made homemade cinnamon rolls but they’re still cooking. I’m really hungry.” he continued. This was the most he’d say in a while, and the most he smiled.

@apocalypseguard

[theunlikelyones]

Elijah just blinked up at Sebastian, trying to rid the water droplets from his irritated blue eyes as the other just took in the sight of him. “It’s kind of wet out here, mind letting me in?” He watched as the other moved to let him in then, causing the blonde to sigh in relief.

“I have my ways, you know that.” He was a excellent hunter, he could track anyone, anything, anywhere. There were groaned as his jacket as tugged off, he was bruised. The man was constantly bruises. “Everything?” Her was a smirk, but a hard look in his eyes. “You’re so hospitable to the guy who wants you dead. I find it pretty amusing.”

“Yes.” He sighed, a little embarrassed that he kept loosing his key, yet could track one person across the world. He grabbed at the back of his shirt to pull it over his head, revealing the rippling muscles. The wet fabric dropped to the floor with a squishy sound due to its drenching. Calloused fingers worked at his jeans next, button snapping open, zipper sliding down as he began to push them off without really much of a care.

@apocalypseguard

[theunlikelyones]

“No, I don’t know what he is.” Elijah said to his sister on the phone. “Well it was your decision to visit Robbie instead of coming on this hunt with me. No no, don’t worry about me.” he looked around for the supernatural as he listened to his sister drone on. He pulled into the bar then with a sigh. “No yeah, I’m getting no where, but I think he might be here. I’ll call you later Callie.”

@indietrashbullshit