#modern v.

[compassneedle]

@hizzashii / closed starter.

okay, so maybe he SHOULDN'T have called her an old lady to her face. admittedly, he felt fucking terrible — whether she wanted to bop him on the head or not, it was the least he could do. she did save him, after all —

man, he didn’t even know what flowers to order. it was with a rub of the back of his head, he shoulder-barges his way past the door, “hey, so i know you’re closing in 30 minutes, but i’m in a pinch here—”

looks up, and lo and behold, “...do you... work two jobs??”

[uppertwo]

happy late sunday everyone ✌️

[kaijvking]

DIONE ( PEDRO PASCAL ) - edit ( 28/? ) 

I LEFT MY CONSCIOUSNESS IN THE 6TH DIMENSION. 

MODERN V. // MUTUALS RB. ONLY. 

[thousandbirds]

‘ say--- do you happen to know how to enter the university login? it’s not letting me in. ‘

@godmotif​

[hokeful]

@keyhop​, call.

         ‘ real gold dust. can you believe it? ’ he remains rigid until the actor he is slightly disparaging has vanished around a corner of the lot to be struck before sundown. ‘ real gold dust, ’ he repeats, and goes limp from neck to knee, every loose particle swirling out- and down-ward in a cloud around him.

         ‘ she likes to— ’ jazz hands for drama. ‘ —shimmer. on screen. ’

[redqheen]

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗         /        @secondaryking

[    TOM-TOM,     ]    :    that sounds good to me, tommen. really good. no thanks needed, this is all you. [    TOM-TOM,    ]   :    i’m really proud of you, your family will be too. [    TOM-TOM,    ]   :    do not worry, everything will run smoothly. just breathe. you’re going to do great things. 

[dramaytan-a]

          “ heeeeey. you look familiar... ”   he calls out to her, arms crossed, leaning against a sleek, black motor cycle. as per usual, gippal is the definition of cool and casual. he’s smirking at her, waiting for her to walk by closer before he pushes himself off the bike, now placing all his weight in his own two feet. he looks her up and down, taking care not to gaze too long -- he could appreciate a cute face ( especially yuna’s ), but gippal was no creeper.  “we took a class together, right?” he questioned, almost believably but he knew, just as much as she probably did, that it was all just a tease. “ ‘cause, you know, i coulda sworn we had chemistry.”

@braskide hey good lookin, what’s cookin?

[compassneedle]

@tsukkiakarii / closed starter.

fuck. it was a miracle that hakuji was still on time, especially after the latest kerfuffle in the building parking lot. scarfing down the sandwich without giving room to chew, he rushes into the elevator and shoves himself against the wall — fighting to find room to breathe.

blue eyes look to the side, focusing on the shadow in the corner. he could have sworn he’d gotten on the elevator alone, when did she get here…? 

it was as eyes squint, something seemed — off. what about her was weird? he couldn’t quite place—

“—?!” IT WAS HER! the old lady that saved him from getting his ass kicked–!! gawking with utterly wide eyes, in this moment — he seems to miraculously forget about both the sandwich, and the fact that he was yet to fucking blink.

“... … …” say something, idiot.