#f2f1

[dhaklingbree]

F2F #1 || 📝💖

Bree: [looks up upon hearing the bell over the door tinkle, seeing Blake walk through the door] Hey! You made it! [immediately starts making something for Blake to eat] Talking in code is really hard, so I was going to go through with the burner phone idea, BUT I found an encrypted chat app that nobody would have access to if they're getting our chat logs from the phone company.

[parchmateshp]

F2F #1 🦁🐍

[in the Great Hall, as breakfast is taking place]

Dean: Just go over and talk to them, mate. They're not gonna murder you. You faced You-Know-Who down with less hesitation.

Harry: Yeah, well... He just wanted to off me because of the prophecy, so he could take over the Wizarding World, didn't he? It was nothing personal with Voldemort.

Dean: Nothing personal? He murdered your parents!

Harry: Well that's reason for me to fight him, not the other way around, in'nit? I put at least half of the Slytherin's parents in Azkaban. They've got reason to hold a grudge.

Dean: (rolling his eyes) This was your idea, Harry. Just go over there. They're not gonna curse you with all the teachers up at the head table. And remember, Malfoy is their leader.

Harry: How dense do you think I am?

Dean: You want me to answer that?

Harry: (gets up without a response, straightening his shoulders and walking casually over to the Slytherin table, holding his hands up to show they are empty, as he looks directly at Draco Malfoy) Mind if I sit?

[axtingsolo]

{ first look first tab || 001 }

{ @benjabacca }

What a drag, an absolute miserable drag. If he was in a worse mood, Kylo would have thrown his phone across the rented luxury apartment, not caring that it would cost him not only his means of communication but probably a vase that wasn’t even his to begin with. How was it his fault that the so-called “best actress in the bizz” didn’t agree with Kylo’s demands? It was his movie trilogy, he had been the star for fucking years, but in comes this fresh face and suddenly he had to budge?! Nope. She obviously wasn’t that great if she walked out on the project. No one else saw it that way, not when he was put in charge to find someone who matched what the casting director wanted but someone Kylo was also able to at least be acquainted with while not wanting to rip their heads off. 

He needed a drink, he couldn’t take that responsibility, not sober at least. 

Kylo thew on his jacket and a cap and left the apartment. It was quite cloudy out, which fit his mood beautifully. He hurried into the first bar he found and bee-lined to the empty stool. He still kept his head low, the last thing he needed was to be recognized. 

[rcyxlblxxdhq]

[ @royalcarnagc​ || luca & shioban ]

Was it strange that that Luca still wore his black ribbon neatly on his blazer despite the fact that he was going to meet his finacee for the first time? Possibly. Now, why was that such a questionable thing? Black ribbons were worn for respect and mourning. He was respecting and mourning someone he knew, someone who was important to him. However, when that someone was engaged with your current fiancee? Well, that made things a bit more complicated. More so when you’re getting married for the same reason. It was all business, as sour as it may have sounded. It was politics, a treated, an aid. 

Honestly, Luca had never been in a rush to marry, but he also was never first in line to the throne, no no, that went to his brother-- the oldest. However, that left him open to call on when his country needed help, and well, it seemed to be mutual. 

Luca moved the ribbon, pinning it under his blazer and onto his shirt instead. He didn’t want to appear as though he was in a more vulnerable place than his wife-to-be was. 

Once it was time, Luca was led to a large sitting area where he was to wait for Shioban.

[cmbxckbensxlo]

[ f2f1 || The New Always ]

Just moments ago, Ben swore that his last breath would be taken as he gave Rey life again. Moments ago, he was okay with that, not fully, but he understood that the sacrifice was worth it. He thought that his last few moments would have been him cradling the precious, limp form of the woman who had saved him first. 

Just moments ago, he didn’t think that Rey would have sat up, her eyes with stars in them again, full of life. But they were. She stared up at him in disbelief and... happiness? That in itself was enough to make his weak heart melt. Ben did his best to take in every single moment, every little description of her face. If he were to die right then and there, at least the last thing he would remember would be the expression Rey wore when he had brought her back to the galaxy. However, fate seemed to have something else in mind, didn’t it? Her expression changed and she leaned closer. Her breath hit his skin and as though it was second nature, he leaned in as well. 

Their lips met, Ben’s hold around her body tightened as much as it could. No, if he died like this, he would be okay. 

[escxpismbxnsolo]

[ f2f1 || showcase ]

The room was abuzz as judges, artists, and viewers alike wandered about. Judges talked amongst themselves as they viewed each display. Some of the displays were singular pieces, others were composed of multiple mediums. Like many of the other artists, Kylo wandered nervously, holding back the urge to thrash from his anxiety. As always he pushed it back, causing his jaw to clench along with his fists. He wasn’t the most patient man, so watching as the judges took their time going over each and every detail of mediocre work was quite exhausting. 

Phasma, if she wasn’t one to also put up a facade of maturity, almost laughed out loud. She was smarter than that though, she knew that any indication of Kylo’s irritation would have resulted in an outburst, which no one wanted. She didn’t understand why he put so much stake into the showcase. The winner won $2,000 in grant money, but Kylo didn’t need it. Was it just to stroke his own ego? Phasma settled on that answer. 

“You didn’t have to come, Phasma,” Kylo stated evenly, catching her attention. He didn’t look at her, he looked forward, scanning the collection that was displayed by his. 

“And miss the opportunity to watch you strangle a smile for the camera?” She scoffed. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Kylo knew that wasn’t the reason, at least not the full reason as to why she tagged along. He distracted himself from that thought and turned to face the judge who ogled at his piece. Kylo knew it was nothing special: obscure charcoal figures? How original. He almost wanted to rip it off the wall. 

[bensxsolo]

001 || First Look In

The new silence in his mind was jarring. For years Kylo had someone’s words in his ears, willing him closer and closer towards the dark side. Now that Snoke was gone, the voice had become quiet. There was a buzz, but it was so soft that he hardly realized it was there. That being said, he could not worry about the silence, he needed to rebuild the First Order, finish what his grandfather had started. He also needed to find the scavenger, Rey. 

Finding Rey should not have been the task it had become, they were connected, much to his late masters’ dismay. 

Well, maybe it was for the best. Maybe the whisper was not as unimportant as he thought it to be? 

So many thoughts that paralleled one another, so many that did not see eye-to-eye. Was it weak of him to think, even if just for a moment, that he needed some rest? At least mentally. Was that why he found himself locked in his quarters again? Away from the constant back and forth of the general? 

His eyes were closed and his breathing slowed as he finally willed himself to meditate. 

[wordsfailblaine]

To Know You ||[Chanderson]

Tagged: Blaine Anderson & Benji Chambers @benjichambers

Location: Anderson residence, Chambers residence, & supply store

Timeframe: July, 9th, 2019 - approx 2pm

General Notes: Blaine and Benji agree to hang out for the day and get to know one another. 

TW: N/A

How pathetic was it that Blaine’s fingers fumbled over the buttons of his shirt due to the sweat his hands produced? He mumbled curses under his breath, careful that they weren’t too loud-- though who would have heard it? Trini? It wasn’t as though anyone else lived in the apartment with him other than the dog who obviously did not even understand him. Though, even she seemed to realize the change in routine for the day. Usually Blaine just shuffled around the bland apartment, only going out to walk Trini. He would do some work then sit on the same sunken cushion of his couch-- the only variation being what he did when on said couch. However, today, he finally changed out of one of his newly signature lounge-wear and into his old uniform. The button-up was a size or two too big, falling awkwardly over his stomach, but he did his best to adjust it before throwing on the rest of his clothes. 

If only Jaxon could see him now, getting ready to meet up with a new friend, maybe he wouldn’t worry so much. Those who needed help didn’t go off and adventure with other people. He would know. No, he was handling things and meeting up with Benji, a nice guy he met online, a new friend. If Blaine could, he would have mustered up a smug smile right then and there. He needed to forget about the short, heated conversation he had with his cousin the night before, but he couldn’t. It was insulting! It wasn’t as if Blaine was curled up in his bed motionless, he was past that stage. Past the stage of being on auto-pilot, only getting up to use the bathroom, even eating was something he would forget to do just a few months ago. Though, was relearning how to take care of yourself and socializing really worth celebrating? Blaine ignored the little voice in his head that let out a simple ‘no’, the smugness was far more welcoming. 

Blaine finished getting ready and sent a text to Benji. ‘Leaving now!’ He left one window open for Trini and glared at the beaming sun before he turned to the dog and gave her one last pat. “See you later, no parties while I’m gone.” God, he was crazy, he really needed a social life now more than ever. He caught his reflection on the dark, TV screen: his hair still needed to get cut, despite what his cousin and a few others had stated and the shirt hung lazily over his belt that was pulled tightly around the waist band of his orange pants. While he didn’t feel or look his best, he knew that it would have to do. 

He left the apartment and took the train to Benji’s place. He pulled a small smile on his face, his cheeks aching from the foreign action. He rapped on the door, stepping back right after for it to open. His eyes fell onto the floor and he scuffed his shoe on the pavement as he waited.