#hcstarter

[dan-fitzpatrick]

“Hey, just a second! Real important question here!” Dan waited until he was satisfied the person had not only heard him, but was listening, and then he thrust out his phone to show them the screen. “...so which pic do you think I should use for my Tinder? Never had one before, so I wanna make a good impression.”

[eagleevan-blog]

“Do you have any idea how to make actual decent coffee? Because I uh, can’t seem to figure it out. This tastes terrible.”

[moonandtldes-blog]

A bowl of dry cereal in one hand, Sean turned towards the other person in the room. “You know something I’ve been thinking about lately?” he asked, before popping a few Cocoa Puffs in his mouth.

[eagleevan-blog]

Evan was used to quiet- in fact, he rather enjoyed it. He could easily sit in a room with someone else and never make small talk. However, when someone passed by him and he heard something hit the ground, he felt rather obligated to let them know. Clearing his throat, he reached down to pick it up. “You um, you dropped something,” he said after them, hoping they’d hear him before leaving the room.

[wordweaverisla-blog]

Between Arnie Grape going home with an Oscar last night and today being the so called ‘Wildcard’ day…I don’t know, I’m feeling a little bit invincible. Like I could conquer the world if I felt so inclined.

[pottedpenny-blog]

From the first time she stumbled up there, Penny considered the roof of Anderson Tower to be her own secret hideout.  In actuality, the roof wasn’t a hideout, nor was it necessarily secret, it was merely difficult to get to unless you were pretty dedicated to finding it.  On nights when she couldn’t sleep, she would find her way to the ladder in the back stairwell and climb up through the little door, lay out some blankets and look at the stars in a place that was so high up the light pollution couldn’t quite reach.  It wasn’t a perfect view, but it was as good as she could get in Metro City.

Sitting atop a pile of blankets with yet another blanket draped around her shoulders, Penny was crouched over, looking at her lap.  Perched on one leg sat her favorite glass pipe, which she was packing with a bag of her best weed.  Her iPhone, lost somewhere in the mess of blankets she brought, was softly playing “The Joker” by Steve Miller Band; sure, it wasn’t vinyl, but she didn’t think she could drag her record player up the ladder.  She hummed along peacefully, bobbing her head to the beat as she continued her process.  Once she was satisfied, she picked up the bowl and her lighter, bringing it to her lips.  However, just before she lit it, she paused—did she just hear something?

Lowering the bowl, she glanced over her shoulder, eyes wide.  She quickly relaxed, however, upon seeing who it was.  “Oh,” She smiled gently.  “I thought you were some sort of authority figure or something.”

[bldymary]

“You get me drunk enough tonight, and I might just be in a good enough mood to send over my download link for The Life of Pablo ...”

[felixchens-blog]

Felix hadn’t been this excited in weeks. He burst into the room, barely able to stay still, crying out, “They’re making a new Pokemon game!” Practically bouncing on the spot, he grinned, breathless. “I’ve been waiting so fucking long!”