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[matildaisms]

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sicily: idk who i upset but whoever it was will you please take the caution tape and boards off my door?

[tibbyelliot]

it’d been a long night, but tibby wanted to make a decent amount of money before heading back to her room and she didn’t care if she had to listen to a thousand stories in order to do that. “wait, i’m sorry, what’d you want to drink? i’ve been making margaritas all night and that muscle memory shit is absolutely true, i’m tempted to make you one, too.”

[pcrths]

it wasn’t unusual for perth to have baked too many sweets on his shift ( trialing desserts for various events ) that he needed to get rid of ( they couldn’t serve them the next day ), so it also wasn’t unusual for him to be trying to offload them on whoever he came across as he clocked out for the day. so, carrying a big box of beautiful looking desserts, he glanced up with a smile at the next person he saw coming his way. “this is gonna sound like i’m trying to like, entice you into my car or whatever my parents used to warn me about, but can i interest you in a pastry?”

[dejvneiro]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝚛𝚒𝚘 !

❛  listen,  ❜    after one  ‘ no ’ ,   (  which she felt was entirely dubious  ) ,   she wasn’t about to let the subject go  —  getting what she wanted  was practically a talent ,   at this point .    ❛  i don’t talk to hear my own voice ,   okay ?   don’t be a  piss - ant ,   and get in the pool .  ❜    a redolent glance was offered to the familiar face ,   rio’s demeanor  CONFIDENT  as ever and hopefully as  persuasive  as she intended it to be .   truly ,   she wasn’t asking for anything more than a bit of company .   the warm pool was going to waste ,   uninhabited by anyone else since she’d arrived .   the visitor was no  stranger  to her ,   but admittedly not quite a friend ,   either .   somewhere in - between ,   or maybe on a different scale altogether .    ❛  OR ,   take a few steps back before i  drag you in  myself .  ❜

[hugogw]

“OKAY GOD, this is going to sound…so weird and feel free to say no or to punch me in the face,” the composer began, cheeks were tinted pink, dimples engraved into his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck, “but i’m playing my very first game of truth and dare…and i was just um…dared to kiss you…again a punch in the face is perfectly valid…”

[jessiebelieves]

Auckland had just finished the first half of her dinnertime set, which mostly consisted of classics and some jazz. As the singer finished the last song, she took a beat to let the notes on the piano fade, and leaned close to the microphone. “Thanks everyone, I’ll be back in ten.”

Stepping off the stage, she uncapped her water bottle and took a long sip. Her eyes scanned the room, and she took a deep breath. She was trying to be more outgoing in her performances, and wanted to incorporate more modern, pop music. Walking over to one of the audience members sitting at a table, she smiled. “Do you have any requests? I’m trying to diversify my set.”

[ofbrightauroras]

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As much as the blonde wished she didn’t have to work the tree-lighting ceremony, there was no denying how much she loved it. As the lights on the tree come on, there’s a look of wonder on her face - her joy seemingly rolling off of her in waves as the tree reflects in her blue eyes. She loved Christmas, everything about the holiday - if she had her way, the hotel would have been decorating in July. It was her absolute favorite time of year, what was there not to love? She turns to the person standing next to her, the brightest smile on her face as she glances at them. “Isn’t it absolutely beautiful! Are you going to the gala afterwards?”

[darialys]

Bel air sighed, letting the hot water soothe her muscles and calm her mind. She needed to leave the hotel, that much was obvious. It had been two weeks and she’d scarcely set foot outside the resort. But she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to be in Iceland. Didn’t want to sightsee or experience the culture or any of it. She’d been all but forced on this “vacation” and some petty part of her was holding out hope that if she proved everyone wrong and didn’t enjoy her stay like they promised she would, they might let her leave early. So she’d spent another morning at the spa letting the master estheticians pamper her skin and treat her hair before sinking into the jacuzzi for the 10th day in a row. “God, could this be any worse?”