#finally the starter

[lavienrcse]

         looking up from her phone as they shared a table at the bar all the doctors used to go to, sunhwa poured herself another shot of soju and rolled her eyes. “ ya, we’re not here to talk about my pretty much non existent love life ” drinking it in one go, she looked up at sara and put the glass back on the table. “ change of topic ” / @starsbloomed, the cold sisters.

[brckenmartyr]

@azhefa gets a long promised starter

the sound of a starting jet wakes her up - something she still hasn’t got used to. it’s been two months since she decided to move to the base with roan and work as a nurse there, saying goodbye to the safety of her mother’s hospital for the first time after graduating. it’s been a big step for both of them on many levels, but she feels content with where they are right now. he’s brought out the best in her after years of misery and no matter how dysfunctional they might seem to be, with all of their traumas and mental health struggles, they still find comfort in each other and the safety to work on themselves. and that is all she needs and wants.  slipping out of bed, clarke makes her way over to the kitchen, where roan is already busy. “morning”, she mumbles and smiles, walking over to wrap her arms around his middle and snuggle against his back. it’s too early for her liking after a night shift, but she likes to see him off in the mornings and then curl up on his side of the bed, which is usually still warm. “did you sleep well?”

[survivics]

@the-storm-within-me

Getting set up by her employees, or rather- them trying to set her up and being hopelessly meddlesome was something Sakura had become very good at avoiding and refusing all together. In fact, she made a point to not entertain them at all when they tried to interfere in her love life. However, she was lonely and as much as she might resent the idea of getting set up romantically- being introduced to a potential friend who knew nothing about her past was something even she didn’t want to pass up. And that  is how she ended up going into the city and waiting outside a yoga studio in old tennis shoes and a well worn yellow shirt with Tsubaki’s Bakery printed on the front and feeling distinctly out of place.

[saidityourselfbitch-blog]

So you’re the new guy, huh? Met your sister, she’s chill. Heard you’re fast. 

[thegreatbatsy]

Rich Kids.

Chatter of party-goers filled the young billionaire's ears. He was used to this sort of life by now since childhood. His parents took him to these parties but often sent him home early for bed. But now he stayed a bit longer but no longer than he had to. To be frank he wasn't fond of these social events, he would rather attend a charity function or patrol the night as Batman. Not stand around talking to women in scantily clad dresses whose boobs were bigger than their brains.

In the corner of his eye he saw a small blond kid, looking rather annoyed. His small lips were curled into a pout and his arms were folded. It reminded him of when he was that age and he still felt the same on the inside about these events. "Excuse me, ladies."

The girls blinked in confusion as he left them and he approached the kid. "Hey there." he said. Bruce lowered himself to his height and smiled a little, hoping to lighten the mood. "My name's Bruce and you are..?"