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DEMPSEY SIBLINGS looking like ????

#visage.#conor visage.#ft. blair #ft. trick #ft. silas #LMAO #silas was hard bc rory has dead eyes HAHAH but he's still so funny

☄️ "Please don't leave again." for Kili drabble?

Hi, friend! Here you go!

Combing your fingers through his dark hair, enormous tears gliding down the skin of your neck, you stare at him, unable to tear your eyes away from his face. Kíli’s eyes are closed, allowing him to rest for the very last time.

The candles around him look like small stars, but he is the brightest of them all. Even now. With a sob, you lean down to place your forehead against his. It is not proper, and you are certain some judgemental looks are being shot your way.

“You said we’d see each other soon,” you whispered, choking a little. “Please, don’t leave again.”

Kíli remains silent, his body still not moving, his soul probably far away already.

#midearthwritings one year sleepover #max answers #ft. blair #kili x reader

starter for: @shapiros

Chase has been through his fair share of impactful events, to the point he believes he’s immune. However, the events of the party had proved that he was indeed not immune. Frankly, everything is a mess and he hasn’t had the chance to process things yet. Not that he’s allowed himself to, either. It’s a lot and he doesn’t want to go down that road just yet. Or ever. Does he regret causing a distraction with Eric and Sloane? No. He did it to help his coworkers. What he rightfully didn’t expect is for things to blow up the way they did. Anyway, in between work and his home life, he has enough to distract himself to an extent. He hasn’t really talked to or thrown a snarky comment at Blair since coming into the store today, already a deviation from the norm. He’s been mostly keeping to himself till he has to converse. “Did you already move the stuff in the packages we got last time?” He could swear he left them right here.

#╰ ––––––– ✧ threads.#ft. blair #i never said it's gonna be a good starter <3

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @shapiros. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: field surrounding woodacre barn.

EVEN IF MAXINE WANTS TO SHOTGUN A BEER and pass out somewhere, she’s pretty sure she just spotted blair, wild hair and revealing ( though very sexy, max will be the first to admit ) costume, moving across the field and it has max intrigued. she herself is in no hurry, not nearly drunk enough to be running in this dress, but when she sees her friend suddenly on the ground it at least has her jogging no matter how hard it is to move in the long fabric. « shapiro, » maxine breathes, crouching down next to her as her gaze moves over her, taking in her scraped hands, knees. « girl, what on earth are you doing ? you’re bleeding, » she groans, worry creasing her forehead.

#( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every night i’m dancing with your ghost.#ft. blair #this is just Bad i'm sorry kldsmkf

location: freddy’s dinner status: closed, for @shapiros

it’s been almost a week since the fire, and high volume’s soon to be operational once again. if kennedy’s honest, not having to deal with any customers has been great but she’ll be glad to see the store back to normal again. now she and blair are sitting in a booth at freddy’s, waiting for their food to arrive. with most of their coworkers, she would never even think of voluntarily spending time with them outside of work, but she’ll make an exception for blair, who has better stories than even her books sometimes. “i still can’t believe someone tried to set the store on fire.” kennedy dips a fry into her vanilla milkshake, looking up as if to deliberate something. “i mean, this is woodstock. nothing interesting ever happens around here.”

#* 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐸 : ❪ 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗻 ⤷ int. ❫#ft. blair #im never going to write a long starter in my life so we should all just get used to it now 😌

BASED ft. @silvrmoon

banks hated these kind of events. the kind where he was forced to confine himself to a suit and sip a glass of champagne as if he couldn't shotgun the entire bottle in record time. while charitable, they were nothing short of superficial and he spent a lot of time avoiding the enemies of his family who were just as influential as the rest of them. he hadn't been there long when his father pulled him into a group of men and began to brag about his athletic accomplishments. they laughed and called him things like old sport which was really just code for little shit. how dare he be young? how dare he be successful? no one ever said what they really meant in their realm which is another reason why he despised it so much. soon enough their chatter faded into the background noise, his rusty hues flicking past them to see her...blair. "excuse me, gentlemen, i think i'm due for another drink," he voiced, gripping his father's shoulder as he dismisses himself from the group. banks knows he has to be careful, he knows he must be discrete when drawing near her. "nice dress," his tone is low, expression unfazed, gaze never daring to glance over at her as he waves the bartender down, "you've always looked good in red."

#( * ﹆ / banks huntington :: interactions. )#ft. blair