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[superscnic-blog]

* / KIT 📲 OPEN

KIT: i have a hangover from hell

KIT: send help

[rivvcr-blog]

INCOMING SNAPCHAT !

𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫      :      i’m desperately in need of someone to come with me to get food 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫      :      my fucking STOVE busted and i’m two seconds from starvation 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫      :      ur my last resort pls take pity on me i just went to the gym i need protein

[mvrisoltbh]

      fidgety hands reached into her back pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes, resting her phone on her shoulder as she blocked the wind to light one. stepping aside and out of the middle of the sidewalk, marisol leaned against the brick building to her left and took a long drag of the smoke as her father’s voice could be heard booming through the phone. “fine. don’t transfer me any money. I don’t need any help from you anyway. I never did. have fun blowing your savings on prostitutes and cocaine!” she didn’t even allow him get another word in before she hung up the phone and shoved it in her pocket. it was only then that she noticed a person exiting the building she was leaning against- probably catching a bit of the end of their conversation. feeling hostile and worked up she rolled her eyes, “what? wanna get your licks in too? tell me what a garbage person I am”

[cherryhq]

for a closed starter from cherry please like this post!

[eclaircs-blog]

spotting the familiar face, eclaire unceremoniously set the delicately wrapped pastry box on the table and easily slid into the vacant chair. with the tips of her fingers, she pushed the box across the table and flipped open the lid, revealing the freshly baked dessert inside. “eclair?” she tilted her head and pressed her fingers to her lips, barely covering the amused grin blossoming on her full lips. 

[thcrsen-blog]

hey guys!!! LIKE this for a starter ( and plots if we have not already ). tyce’s intro is over HERE and i also have an open starter that needs love over HERE !!

[thcrsen-blog]

      tyce has always been FOND of early morning ; something about new beginnings and the stillness of a world just waking up. he hasn’t lived on the coast since childhood and certainly not anywhere with beachfront. it’s freeing almost, these morning runs on off days with bare feet in the sand and the tide. the only bearable time, too. he still hates the heat --- that part of the desert he was born in has long rubbed off after the cold winters of alaska and icy sidewalks of saskatchewan. his jog slows to a walk as he approaches the apartments once again, one hand plucking off sunglasses to wipe sweat and saltwater from the bridge of his nose as he approaches the gate to the backyard. only then does he realize that his key card isn’t anywhere on his person. “ crap, ” one hand idly rattles at the locked gate, half considering vaulting the fucking thing, before raising in a half-rueful wave as he spots someone, “ sorry --- mind lending an assist here? ”

OPEN !!

[cherryhq]

cherry was painfully sober as she looked up at the complex in front of her. her newly bleached blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze, and she squinted her chocolate eyes against the california sunshine. she had been standing there for at least seven minutes, her lit cigarette turning to ash between her fingers. three weeks had gone by, and it felt like years. she had sat down on the curb, right where she usually enjoyed sitting with her morning coffee, people watching the outrageous characters that inhabited los angeles. her duffle bag lay next to her feet, as she caught the glare off the front door of the complex shift as someone exited. her eye’s instantly turned towards the ground, scared that one of neighbors... one of her friends would notice her. “hey...” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a sad smile on her lips.