#open f2f

[oliviamunnttown]

KISSING BOOTH - 5.27

It was possible that choosing to do the kissing booth wasn’t her brightest idea in the world, but here she was regardless. Sitting forward in her chair behind the booth doing her best to look enticing. So far it wasn’t working, at this rate she’d have to donate to the LA LGBT Center just so she wasn’t mortified at the lack of interest her time had generated. Truthfully, she’d been in a bit of a slump when it came to the dating scene and she just couldn’t figure a way out of it, it was almost like she just...forgot how to flirt or something. Sitting there her mind started to wander, it was inevitable. What if some super hot guy...well, or girl honestly...came up to the booth and paid for a kiss and they both experienced those instant sparks, the kind that just can’t be ignored. Maybe it would happen with someone unbelievable hot, too. Like...was Chris Evans taken? She was pretty sure he was but that didn’t stop her from imagining that Captain America paid for a kiss from her. Before she could get even more loss in her day dream she registered the appearance of a person before her and she looked up with a smile. “Do you...wanna make out?” she joked, gesturing to the kissing booth sign next to her. 

@tinseltownevents

[katcassidytkc]

Adjusting the strap of her yellow crop top, the blonde bellied up to the bar. She might as well get drinks in her. She knew, just like at any party, there was the potential to run into people she might not want to run into. Exes, plain ole people she just didn’t like -- they were always at parties like this. But it was still a party, and boy did Katie love parties. Especially ones with open bars. After ordering her drink, she ordered a shot.“Cheers,” she said with a shrug to whoever happened to be standing next to her.

[minkskellys]

Before she’d came, she gave herself a mental pep talk. She was going to have a good time and let loose tonight. It had been too long since she got out and just had fun. After a few drinks, doing just that was becoming easier and easier. She spotted a familiar face across the room and smiled. Walked up, she threw her arms around them. “Hey, you!” she said with a wide grin -- she wasn’t drunk but was obviously feeling good. “It’s been too long! How’re you?”

[maliafahey-blog]

The mask Malia chose for the masquerade was definitely not the smartest decision she’d made. Bobbi had even volunteered to make her a better, less stifling mask. At this point, she’d had a few drinks, mingled quite a bit, and even danced, keeping her particular brand of chaos to a minimum. Every so often, the mask would get a little too warm, too itchy, too anything other than entirely comfortable and she’d remove her mask for a little bit. She’d done this at least five times at this point. 

Having all the regrets in the world, she separated herself from the crowd dancing and made her way off to the side, dramatically wrenching off her mask and messing up her hair a little bit in the process with a shrill, “W H E W!”, into the void. Taking an equally as dramatic deep breath, Malia tilted her head up to the ceiling and pressed the back of her gloved hand to her forehead, stance wide, “Hot fuckin’ damn, I almost died!” She exclaimed, loud enough for anyone near her to hear her boisterous dramatics. 

[littlefaerose]

ever the persistent [open f2f]

The protest surrounding Sciron has started to dwindle in numbers, but the slightly-less-chilly weather that week had Marley feeling less down about it. The core of their group was still there, and Elliott was ever steady in keeping their motivation up. So even if there were progressively more lamps lighting up the windows of their dorm building, she had hopes that their persistence was at the very least annoying the NYADA staff enough to consider cooperating with them for a change.

Her glamour potions long forgotten in her own dorm room, she bundled up in her true form with a coat and hat, her camera hanging from the strap around her neck as she stepped out of her and Dani’s tent. It was overcast, but she had just enough natural lighting to make her photos work. She started down the line, warming up her hands as she scoped out the afternoon crowd setting up for lunch. Catching a particularly good stream of light spilling through the crowds on a clustered group of tents and protesters, she grabbed her camera to focus the frame, then started snapping pictures. She hadn’t been to classes in... Aether, over a month? Her grades were probably in the tank by now (cue her inner cringing). But at least Professor Shutter had been gracious enough to strike up a deal to make up for her absences from Advanced Photography - a portfolio project centered around the collar protest, an endeavor she gladly took on.

The photos weren’t the prettiest, sure. There was no makeup or special lighting, no multi-person crew to help stage or edit. It wasn’t a studio shoot, after all. And there was little smiling involved when people were hungry and cold and losing faith, but what she captured was real. What she captured was history. And she wasn’t going to let NYADA or anyone else have the chance to forget about it for even a second.

Pulling back her camera to scroll through the material she had so far, she continued her way around the perimeter of the building, pausing every so often to check on people. “Are you warm enough?” she asked the next person she crossed paths with. “Have you gotten something to eat yet today?”

[theblacksirenx]

October was hard for Laurel. It was always one of her favorite months- she loved Halloween, she loved autumn, she loved all of it. But having to take on October while pretending to be the Laurel from this Earth was making her crazy. The month generally had a darker, almost spooky feel to it- at least to her it did. If she were in Star City, she was sure that something would be happening to get her out, using her powers for whatever reason. 

She was starting to lose track of how many times she had lied to Matt so far about working late just so she could have alone time. Since they got together, things were great, but her night time walks had been drastically reduced. That’s what happens when you spend majority of your time with the man you love and his kid. Laurel used to use that time to collapse trees in the forest, or just walk around at night in her Black Siren suit. The poor leather suit hadn’t seen the outside air in ages. 

Out there now in the middle of the night, fully dressed in the Black Siren suit that she had desperately wanting to wear, she felt a sense of power that she was craving, and she hadn’t even done anything yet. She was getting less and less careful with where she went to blow off steam. There were only so many trees a girl could annihilate before it got boring. A metal park bench wasn’t exactly a step up, but it was certainly going to be a surprise for whoever found the pile of dust and small pieces once the sun came up. Letting out one of her screams, she was pretty sure nobody was around to see her. 

Surely nobody else was out and about at that time of the day. Or at least she hoped. 

[ellnaturae]

F2F || Snow Ball

Elliott: [had arrived with Dani and they were having a good time, taking some drinks and chatting, but for a moment he decided to join the dance floor and loosen up. Maybe he can find some guy to dance with or he will just dance alone, but tonight was a night to enjoy, that for sure. He was so lost in the music that he didn't realize when someone approached him.]

[fashionablefabray]

“While we’re here we should go sailing on my dad’s boat. After years watching, surely I’ve learned by now well enough to take us for a ride.”