#gonnabiteya

[dicodwell]

“ you put on a pretty decent show. ”  saraya gives a friendly smirk pausing from handing out flyers to address the night’s headline act.  “ luckily - so do i. ”  one hand thrusts out towards him, the paper reading in bold black letters, ‘ PAIGE KNIGHT VS. THE RAPTOR - ONE FREE DRINK ON ENTRY’. 

          “ you should come along. reckon it’d be a good night out for ya. and maybe your band too if they fancy it. ”

@gonnabiteya​ 

[lordcarlisle]

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“Do you know anyone who would like a puppy?” Harry said, raising his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the other man. “Only my sister’s dog’s had a litter and they really can’t seem to get rid of them down there. Thought I might ask a bit around here?” He sank down into the opposite chair.

“You like dogs, don’t you?”

[starrymused]

@gonnabiteya

“You’ve got a great sound there.” Thorn hadn’t meant to listen in on the rehearsal of the other performer, but she couldn’t resist as she passed by. She could appreciate other musicians and genres even when they differed from her style. “You mind if I stick around for a bit?”

[freaksbloom]

         billy had been embarrassed enough with the small peck he’d given elliott. this was a far cry from the parties he’d used to go to back home in connecticut -- though he tried to simply be happy to be socialising at all. he liked elliott, and hoped that he wouldn’t feel too out of place. 

               it couldn’t be any worse than school, at least. 

        and he’s hardly going to complain when the bottle lands on elliott, he feels a little comforted, in fact, not to have to kiss a stranger. he keeps it short and sweet, happy to move on and watch the rest of the party, until elliott gets another idea. 

        suddenly there’s a hand in his hair, and he feels his small body almost flying into contact with elliott’s. oh god. he almost buckles, despite being knelt on the floor, from the shock of it all. his tongue moves a little more cautiously (with a little less experience, billy assumes) until he’s finally given a chance to breathe again. when he does, it comes heavily. blinking as he moves back into the circle, eyes locked on elliott.

                          holy shit.         he needs a drink.           @gonnabiteya​

[chngjr]

          ‘‘ THE NEW YORK AUDITION SCENE IS A LOT MORE VICIOUS  than               i’ve ever imagined in my life. i can’t remember the last time i’ve been told ‘no’ this much. ’’

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[heartbattled-a]

@gonnabiteya / ( unique adams sc. )

“you are most certainly making a fashion statement.”

[freaksbloom]

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            “perhaps i should get my ears done.” one hand reaches up to fiddle at his earlobe, the other hand remaining, fingers entwined with his boyfriend. “tried to do it myself when i was little but that didn’t end well,” he says, grinning up at elliott, a grin that soon turns far more TEASING, “how are you feeling? scared?” 

[freaksbloom]

         he’s laying on his bedroom floor, eyes cast up to the ceiling and dressed as marilyn monroe --- just like any typical teenage boy would do of an evening. the slow rise and fall of his chest can be seen through the sheer nightgown whilst fingertips rub gently over the soft rug --- a half empty container of blondies lays beside him. as he is disturbed by opening of his door, his line of sight doesn’t move, staying put on a particular spot on his ceiling. 

         “please, flossie, darling. not now. i can’t take the judgement.” 

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