#open!

[evelicious]

THE   BODY   IS   MANGLED   .   FLESH   TORN   ASUNDER   &   NEAR   UNRECOGNISABLE   .   WHAT   WAS   ONCE   A   MAN   DANGLES   LIMPLY   WITHIN   THE   GRASP   OF   EVELYNN'S   LASHERS   .               a   morbid   sight   indeed   for   anyone   unlucky   enough   to   stumble   upon   her   in   this   dark   ,   dank   alleyway   .   so   many   people   like   to   throw   around   their   moral   compass   …   they   try   to   say   ‘   he   didn't   deserve   it   '   —   evelynn   begged   to   differ   .               she   will   be     JUDGE   .   JURY   &   EXECUTIONER   .         OPEN !

[6exta]

HE'S   SEATED   WITH   A   HAND   RESTING   AGAINST   HIS   KNEE   ,   LOOKING   BORED   .   grimmjow   regards   idly   as   people   pass   him   by   ,   brows   knitted   together   irritably   .                        “                buncha'   fuckin'   ants   …                ” 

OPEN !

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

"One hangs out on the drama shelves (one crow sorrow), but keeps the monologues to herself (two crows mirth)... Two and three are studying jewels (three a wedding, four a birth). Four reads all about the puns (five crows silver), five won't share the shiny ones (six crows gold), six and seven label molecules (seven ravens, curious and bold)..." Hidan's words carry a low, familiar cadence, the Jashinist humming the tune under his breath as he drags butchered limbs out of his room, wrapped in white cloth now turning a dark, familiar brown of drying blood. His skin was pale again, not the vantablack of his strange ritual, but even now, after it was over, there was something about his skin that seemed to imply the structure of his bones. They weren't protruding, no, but something... Something stood out, there. But that was a minor unsettling detail, compared to the cheerful whistling and calm, settled look in his eyes. At least Hidan was perfectly willing to dispose of his own waste, though the smell of blood never truly washed away from his skin.

[grrlmusic]

TREKKIE TRAX CREW, umru & nextdimensional - Open!

[frciovlsy]

fai tinha um cigarro aceso entre os dedos enquanto observava o entra e sai constante do brechó. agradeceu a si mesmo internamente por não ter ido tarde ao evento. com o passar das horas, lá dentro encheu de moradores, e ele podia jurar que chegou a ver duas garotas disputando uma peça de roupa. soltou a fumaça devagar, os olhos ainda seguindo o movimento pela porta aberta. — não é que o brechó estourou? — comentou com um riso leve, se divertindo com o movimento. bateu a cinza no canto do tijolo enquanto completava. — mas vou te falar… tem umas peças lá dentro que tão de sacanagem. peguei uma jaqueta burberry de couro, meio surrado, sei lá se é o design mesmo, ou se foi pelo tempo, mas não dava pra ignorar.

[gemmaismss]

where: sweetwater when: a random monday evening who: gemma & open ( to whomever would reasonably be in this bar )

Monday’s are not particularly wild at Sweetwater, and perhaps that’s why Gemma’s on the bar alone, and utterly bored out of her mind. She’s spent nearly $10 on the touchtunes already and delivers truly memorable performance of Mamma Mia complete with a soda gun microphone. But that can only entertain a girl for so long ( and the few customers were starting to give her That Look after the third Sabrina Carpenter song in a row ), so she generously relinquishes control of the music and decides to play mixologist instead.

“Here, try this!” Gemma slides a purpley looking concoction in the prettiest glass she could find over to the lucky patron who’s just sat at her bar. “It's an Aviation, only Dad doesn’t have crème de violette, so I used this lavender simple I made for lattes instead, and it looks basically the same. Wait!” She scrambles, remembering the garnish, and tosses a luxardo cherry into the drink, violet liquid splashing lightly. “Ok now it's perfect.”

[demigoddess-anastasia-fn]

*Anastasia was sitting in the Supernova Academy cafeteria, a LARGE casserole dish full of Bouyiourdi, and a freezer bag of pita near her. She had herself a small bowl she grabbed from the cafeteria lines and a spoon, sitting with her overabundance of food and quietly enjoying it.*

*Her mom was a wonderful cook, but she'd made so much.. Anastasia wasn't sure how she'd finish it, but she was certainly giving it the collage try.*