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[vstromantic]

[ CLOSED ]

( open starter; contains: alcohol, drugs )  →  gregory wiggs

“ venga, joder... uno más, ¿todavía es pronto, no? la noche es joven, no tratéis de joderla. “ dijo antes de servirse un chupito más. podía notar cómo el alcohol quemaba su garganta a esas alturas con cada trago que daba; pero en días como ese nada parecía ser suficiente.

[damianbyrd]

I have finally dragged myself out of the post-I don’t celebrate Christmas- season and out into the real world again. 

What exactly are we doing for new years? 

[unsxng]

Open to anyone

“I literally just want someone to cuddle and tell me I’m pretty from time to time. That shouldn’t be asking too much!” Gabe mumbled, giving a sad shrug before puffing once more on his cigarette. 

[antiilogy-blog]

@muslings

Halloween seemed to be everyone’s favorite holiday here. Then again he was at a bar that found a way to serve pumpkin spice martinis. Garrett came for the booze really, but people watching for muse was always an ulterior motive. Many of the patrons here came in costume; a lot of superheroes, monsters (he snickered at the cheesiness of those costumes), and sexy animals passed by him. The taste of whiskey still stuck to his throat from earlier and he began to crave for a cigarette. 

Shifting so that he now faced forward at the bar, Garrett began to search for his pack already on him. After a few moments of groping himself, the box crumpled under his grip. Picking out a cigarette, he fished out his lighter before lighting it up. The smell of smoke soon flooded his senses but after taking a sniff, he furrowed his brows. What smelled so sweet? Turning around with a grimace on his face, the brunet met what that scent belonged to; one of those damn martinis. “How can you drink that?” he finally asked, wrinkling his nose.

[antiilogy-blog]

@ghostchats

The results from the second autopsy came in once again and like Garrett had thought, its results pointed to homicide. It was so obvious and the faithful son was in disbelief he was the only one enlightened on the subject. He was insulted by the lack of common sense; he didn’t need a college degree to pick up on the red flags. Now, his palm cradled his phone, eyes honing in on the medium’s contact he received a few days ago. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, or if she could truly help. But it was the shot he needed to take, he needed to work with someone who believed him from the start. 

Garrett pressed the call button, tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder as he paced around his apartment. He wanted to vomit, pretend this whole thing was just another nightmare that he was going to wake up from so he could spend the rest of the night painting over. But the images were real, his situation was real and for once, he just didn’t know how to react. As soon as the call went through, he didn’t allow Mickey to start, scrambling with a half frantic: “Hey, hi, remember me? Asshole from the grief support group?”

[antiilogy-blog]

(@queenmaybelline1x1)

Garrett was extremely proud of himself. The night before at roughly 12:45 AM, he drafted up the date he promised Teghan. He made the restaurant reservations as soon as he got home, asking the poor hostess who answered every possible question in the book. “When are you open until? What should I dress in? Can you add seafood into your penne a la vodka on request?” The only answer he got was “Dress smart casual, dumbass” and a slam of the phone on the other line. He spent an hour Googling what smart casual even meant, ultimately giving up and settling on a crisp button down with nice trousers and a pair of dress shoes he used to wear at the galas. 

He texted Teghan the game plan the morning of. Ultimately, he decided he’d come get her at her home and they could walk together to the restaurant. As a city man, he didn’t have a car and he hoped the walk would give them more time to talk. After checking himself in the mirror and spraying a hint of cologne, Garrett padded from the bathroom towards his front door, eliciting a loud, wolf whistle. Immediately, barking and trotting was heard, getting nearer until his German Shepherd stood before him, barking questionably. 

“Alright, your old man’s going on a date tonight so you gotta man the base while I’m gone. And if----” he pointed at the dog exaggeratedly, “She comes back here with me, you’re on best behavior. ‘Kay Daisy?” Holding out his hand for her paw, she woofed in understanding, slapping her paw down on his hand. He grinned before unlocking his door and exiting his apartment.

[thewitchandtheangels]

"Are you here to help or d’you have something to do with why I’m chained up?” Gabriel asked, quirking a brow at the approaching person.

[kitchenhellanightmares]

Est-ce-que...

quelqu'un a vu mon carnet pour les commandes?