#grooveys

[withgreat]

what the hell were you thinking?

" i wasn't, really. " he replies, typical of him to deflect concern with a joke but he can't hide how bad it is, he takes but a few steps before collapsing, somewhat luckily, onto the nearby couch. " good ol' parker luck, huh, red? "

sweat drips down from his forehead, his body shakes. this was a bad one, alright. he should be all right, his healing factor should kick in but he feels even worse with MJ seeing him like this. she's been more... accepting of his superheroics than he expected, she's one-of-a-kind, but he never wants her to see him like... this.

" i'll-i'll be okay, you know that. i just got a bit careless, MJ. " his fingers grip the top of his suit, he can't let her see how bad it really is. even now, he's keeping it from her.

[prettiestguardian]

| @grooveys. | ‘If you're obsessed with me, I get it.’

❛❛ Yeah, you should be used to that by now — half the city's obsessed with you. What's a stupid magazine cover got to do with our weekend plans? No more nightclubs or dirty old bars that smell like sweat. Could we go get froyo and shop some moreeee? ❜❜ Red cheeks are helpless from stretching into a big smile. Albeit, she can't really even try to challenge MJ's wit – it's so innately charming that Serena sometimes finds herself lost within it. An affectionate roll of the eye (followed by a slam into the floor where she's sat practising her signature in notebooks rather than getting on with her college work), she starfishes on the pink carpet, golden locks sinking into the cotton beneath. ❛❛ Oh! And can we please eat out tonight? I'm sick of all the frozen pizza. ❜❜

. ݁ . ₊ ⊹ . ݁ ˖ . ݁ ✦

[loveologie]

. 𐙚 ⭒ incorrect quotes : @grooveys ♡

[litlecricket]

@grooveys [ starter.

emma’s endured some embarrassing things throughout her young life  —  overeating and by extension, overgrowing at buster beaver’s pizza that one time she was ten.  that time during halloween when she was thirteen and almost got squashed by her neighbor’s dog while trick-or-treating in tiny form.  [there's plenty more during her childhood — those are just traumatic surface level admissions.] there are also all the recent events that are just as mortifying, but this?  getting told to fuck off from a club in front of two very cute guys?  [and an even cuter girl standing in between both of them?]  this is a crowning moment, for sure.

head lowered in absolute defeat, hazel eyes remain fixated on her sparkly heels as she saunters back towards mary jane.  every clack against the concrete sidewalk feels synonymous with a humiliation ritual until she nudges herself back into the redhead’s orbit in the ever-growing line.      ‘well, the jackass bouncer has no fucking clue who i am.  little cricket is a nobody confirmed.’      she mutters quietly, a puff of air escaping her in both a half-laugh  /  half-embarrassment.  in an attempt to salvage what’s left of her dignity, she tilts her chin toward the direction of the beefy bouncer with a crooked smile.       ‘maybe you can work your magic?  pleasssssse?’

[lilsupe-arc]

[ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ?

emma is a huge fan of zara larsson, like girlypop is her favorite artist. there's no competition. whenever she needs a moment of peace/grounding, she'll put her headphones on [addison pun intended by moi lmao] and play on a zara song. i think she was obsessed with symphony way before it below up, and when it did become a meme on tiktok, it didn't ruin the song for her at all. if anything, it made it better for her. it's funnier now. now, whenever emma listens to it, she gets this small little smile because she can't help but think of the memes/the silly edits with the dolphins. it's also oddly a weird full-circle moment; the internet noise emma often finds herself trying to escape, is now being a tool to escape the noise she's trying to escape? it's just kinda funny to me and i love her for it too lmao.

[lilsupe-arc]

just to be clear, i'm not into people's emotions.

a quiet chuckle slips out before emma can stop it; half-nervous  /  half-genuine.  there’s something oddly refreshing about mj’s blunt honesty — it cuts through the usual performative sympathy emma’s grown accustomed to over her life.  tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, the blonde decides to nod in agreement.  as if deciding right then and there, mary jane is one hundred percent right.       ‘i mean, people kinda fucking suck, so i don’t blame you.’      there’s some truth behind that statement  —  people really do suck.  even more so now in life as an adult.  but emma, as a person, is the polar opposite from mj.  she’s too into emotions, both of her own and others. her heart chases the weight of every conversation shared with a person  /  every look exchanged.  [and it always ends up leaving her like a kicked puppy in a corner, but always coming back for more.]

‘life kinda fucking sucks, point blank.’      a deep exhale follows behind her words, teeth biting down on the flesh inside her cheeks.  emma holds her teeth there for a second, allowing her mind to mull over her words before realizing, she’s doing exactly what mj didn’t want to happen.  she’s on the verge of discussing her emotions.  a shudder climbs up her spinal vertebrae before she suddenly jumps up from the couch she’d been melting into, clapping both hands together.     ‘alright, enough of this depressing shit  —  we need to get the fuck out of here and find something to do!’

[clarkjosephs]

grooveys: if you insist.

❝ aw, come on — you'll love smallville! ❞ scoffing, clark shoots an eye roll across the restaurant table. he's tried convincing mary jane for the better part of an hour now. animatedly describing his hometown between bites. the sights, the people. years and years of memories. sure, mj's enthusiasm isn't matching what he's been hoping for, but he thinks he's made a little progress.

❝ i've told you about the harvest festival, right? ❞ clark rattles his brain, trying to remember. he's certain the topic must've come up once. or twice. maybe three times. even so... ❝ well, if i haven't, it's on in a couple weeks! i guarantee you'll have a blast. ❞

[kryptoness]

𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙷𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙰𝙽, 𝙽𝚈𝙲.

❝  what ?  it's  vintage. ❞ . . .   that's certainly a 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 for the  𝒋𝒂𝐜𝑘𝗲𝘁  she's got on —  𝒓𝚊𝖙𝓽𝙮,  with  𝑎𝑚𝗯𝒊𝑔𝙪𝙤𝑢𝘀 𝐬𝒕𝘢𝑖𝐧𝙨  &  tears. she was  hoping  she would be able to   pass it off  as   ✞ 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆 ✞.    she's had it since her  teen  years, one of the  last  remaining  𝙖𝙧𝙩𝘪𝑓𝙖𝒄𝙩𝘴  from  𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄  in her  wardrobe.

         even though she is sickeningly  𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡  towards this piece, a part of her glances at  @grooveys  &  wishes she was more...  𝘱𝑢𝘵 𝘵𝑜𝘨𝑒𝘵ℎ𝘦𝑟.  after all,  she  is   ☆ 𝘴𝘶𝒑𝙚𝒓𝑔𝑖𝒓𝐥  ...    might  as  well  look  the  part   𝒐𝒇𝒇-𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒚.   ❝  okay, miss  𝗳𝘶𝐭𝘶𝙧𝑒-𝘩𝗼𝙡𝑙𝒚𝙬𝑜𝒐𝒅-𝘴𝙩𝗮𝗿𝒍𝙚𝙩,  style me then — since you know 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 !  ❞