#gplaces.start

[rcmedial]

          “  have you noticed it’s impossible to swear here ?  ”  renee muses lightly,  as the colorful ends of her hair rustle from the breeze.  there are many curiosities about her new home,  though the lack of swear words is hardly the strangest one.  the latter ones,  she’s choosing to keep to herself for the time being.  “  i don’t believe any of my teammates could survive being this polite.  ”

[wndflowers]

@gplacestart​:        ‘  i  just  -  ’    and  she  knows  she’s  not  supposed  to  be  able  to  get  a  HEADACHE  in  the  good  place  ,   but  clearly  isn’t  just  another  sign  of  her  not  belonging  here  ,    and  the  strawberry  blonde  rubs  at  her  temples  for  a  moment  .    ‘  i’m  grateful  to  be  here  ,   don’t  get  me  wrong  .  ’    her  soulmate  isn’t  him  ,   though  ,   and  that’s  just  one  of  the  many  things  bothering  hope  mikaelson  .    ‘  it  doesn’t  make  sense !   a  dream  with  the  dark-kermit-meme  version  of  myself  against  my  true  self  ,   or  whatever  ,   shouldn’t  have  killed  me  .  ’  

[ofstories-archive]

loki's found a little coffeeshop near her apartment in colohuara, and she has a cup of coffee cradled in her hands, almost reverently. there's more than a few things off about where she is, about this so-called good place, but she can't deny the coffee tastes good. "isn't this so quaint? it makes me almost not miss home," she says, peering at the other over the top of her cup.

[fifthspiirit]

elsa doesn’t have to ( doesn’t want to ) hide her powers, not anymore, but her formerly growing control over them seems to have all but disappeared entirely in the good place. there's dismay evident in her eyes as she stares at the ice stretching from the door handle to the ground, freezing the door in place - shut. she'd just wanted to go into the froyo shop for a small bite to eat, not make it so other people couldn't get in. "i... i can fix this," she says, determined.

[writtenism]

           THERE’S  small  smile  gracing  her  features  :  golden  tone  floating  on  her  words  ,  looks  towards  the  other  with  nothing  but  kindness  —  mind  not  the  undercurrent  of  jade  eyes  flickering  ‘pon  countenance  ,  as  if  scalpel  opening  them  ,  trying  to  see  how  they  tick  .  “  i  dunno  .  the  idea  of  a  soulmate  is  just  ...  really  ...  exhilarating  , you  know  ?  it’s  the  great  romance  people  always  seem  to  want  in  their  lives  —  and  now  ...  we  get  to  have  it  forever  !   it’s  like  something  i  would  write  about  as  a  kid  !  “  a  pause  .  “  wonder  how  they  ...  figure  out  who  belongs  to  who  ...  “

[liquidsmccth]

.。  ♡  @gplacestart​

    ‘    have   you   checked   out   the   library   here   yet? ‘        by   the   overflowing   laptop   bag   swung   loosely   over   annabeth’s   left   shoulder,   it   was   obvious   what   her   answer   would   be.         she   wasn’t   going   to   be   here   for   a   long   time,     she   only   assumed,   but   the   wealth   of   information   at   her   fingertips   was   too   much   to   pass   up.                    ‘   it’s   as   if   the   library   of   alexandria   never   burned   down   --             do   you   think   they   actually have those   scrolls   here    ?      ‘  

[vxllainoxs]

-- ✩ . @gplacestart​

like a child left unattended in a candy shop, villanelle was absolutely in her element. sure, there was that nagging, underlying reminder that she was somewhere that she absolutely didn’t belong, but that voice in the back of her mind, the logical and self-aware one? definitely not very loud or dominant throughout her life, and certainly not very loud right now. she was an opportunist at her core; the lavish life excited her. naturally, the quaint parts of this so-called good place bored her to no end, and the people made her want to tear her hair out, but this part? this was nice. colohuara was proving to be one of her favorite spots, with vibrant colors and paved walkways that reminded her of... something familiar. 

dark, doe-like hues remained locked on the bite-sized dessert she was balancing between her fingers, her eyebrows knitted together in curiosity. brigadeiro, they told her. she liked the way that it rolled off of her tongue. she could feel a set of eyes on her, and it drew her focus away from admiring and examining the dessert, her eyebrows shooting up. “ what? ” she questioned skeptically, not used to gaining much attention here thus far. shifting her gaze between the dessert and the stranger, she suddenly nursed the dessert close to her chest in a possessive manner, “ i’m not sharing. ” the ex-assassin stated sternly, bluntly, expression unwavering. however, after a few beats, one corner of her mouth twitched upwards in the slightest, her gaze growing inquisitive. reading people was, after all, second nature to her. old habits died hard. “ have you ever tried it? ”

[hedraegon]

@gplacestart​ / A  PART  OF  SETO  is  painfully  aware  of  the  fact  that  glaring  daggers  into  his  cup  of  (  half-melted  )  frozen  yogurt  would  do  nothing  to  change  his  current  situation  ,  but  what  aggravated  him  even  further  was  the  fact  that  the  goddamn  dessert  was  forking  fantastic  ;  the  dark-haired  ceo  would  be  the  last  to  ever  admit  that  his  nightmarish  ,  coma-induced  fever-dream  is  anything  but  unpleasant  ,  but  still                  the  ‘  finally  the  champion  he  deserved  to  be  ‘  flavor  he  had  selected  for  his  frozen  treat  proves  to  be  nothing  short  of  immaculate.  how  frustrating.  an  ill-tempered  growl  escapes  him  before  the  brunette  stabs  his  spoon  into  his  cup.  ❝  i  have  to  be  losing  my  mind  ,  ❞  he  mumbles,  hardly  noticing  the  person  within  earshot.  ❝  how  do  they  even  turn  an  emotion  into  a  flavor  ?  christ.  it’s  not  scientifically  possible.  ❞