#ingrid.

[illyharrison]

Your beau was getting frisky with an unknown brunette on new years....

Consider your drama successfully stirred. If you're brunette you better hope you don't cross my path until I get to the bottom of this because I slap first and ask questions later. @birchrcse @beecarsen @ingridhawkins @thexcarrollxtimes

[smckehour]

open to: anyone 32+.

"i'd give you more than enough cushion for the next decade if you told me there was a cure for wrinkles — excluding my camaro."

[jvxlencia]

@acrmsnstory​ Closed: Jesse and Ingrid Location: Jesse’s Apartment

He wasn’t really sure why he was putting all this effort in for one dinner with one girl, but something in his gut told him that Ingrid didn’t get a lot of home cooked meals and he thought she deserved at least one in her life. The spaghetti that he made was made from scratch and the sauce was his grandma’s recipe, it had just finished cooking and was setting the table in his small dining area when he heard a knock on the door. 

Walking over, he wiped his hands on a rag before throwing it over his shoulder and opening the door, offering the blonde in front of him a small smile. “Hey...sorry my apartment isn’t really much, I have to pay for mine and help my mom out, but I promise the food will make up for it.” his smile grew as he stepped to the side to let her in. “Make yourself at home.”

[smckehour]

"i said let's get authentic italian, not that olive garden bullshit. are you trying to poison me?" / @muchallure.

[ashesofhome]

most of his days are spent in his human form. as comforting as it was whenever he was a wolf, the second he transformed, he lost control. it's not really something he could afford, not when he had to constantly be on the lookout.

tonight, however, he was giving into the beast and letting it be free. it had been clawing at his chest ever since finding out that his sister was still alive (if that's what you could call it), begging to come out.

as he wanders through his woods, he scans his surroundings. pays attention to the sounds and smells, making sure nothing is out of the ordinary. he and his wolf were about to give it the all clear before a twig snaps. the hair along his spine bristles as he bares his teeth, giving warning to whatever may be lurking.

one wrong move and he's pouncing.

@aperturcs

[elliotjxckson]

@ingridhawkins / waiting for santa

despite the mall being crowded the line for santa was small. kids had lost their sense of wonder and imagination to fortnite and vaguely racist youtubers. and riley might have stopped beliving in santa claus three years ago but she was willing to pretend for a few minutes. for her dad's sake. ingrid came back from the bathroom and joined them in line. riley was quick to explain how she'd been swayed into getting the picture when just five minutes ago she was complaining about being too old for this stuff. "dad said he would take me to see olivia rodrigo this year." she hit every syllable in excitement. eli tried not to look like he was already dreading the possibility of being in a sea of teen girls. he put a hand on riley's shoulder and shook playfully. "brat is like, so in right now."

[smckehour]

"you never specified a time so technically i'm not late, i just aimed for the middle of the hour. y'know, out of my own courtesy. that's gold." / @c4ndycoated.

[smckehour]

"how come you always ask me these life or death questions when i'm trying to decompress and play the sims? i'm almost tempted to get you a ouija board or what is it... a magic 8ball? they still make those?" / @someotherdog.