#p: 04

[tinsleyland]

+( @zach-gilroy)

Tinsley wasn’t used to being in a house all by herself. When she initially arrived at Rockford she had arrived under the excuse of needing a semester off school to look after her grandmother who’d taken a spill. As expected nobody protested. What she wasn’t expecting was for the woman to decide St. Barth’s would be better for her recover out of the blue. She’d been gone for two weeks with no return date in sight and so far Tinsley had avoided staying in for more than a day. However cloudy day and a desire to swim kept her home for the first time in months. Her first go to would’ve been a blonde whom she shared similar interests with, but after their fight, Tinsley had been too stubborn to reach out first which left her inviting another over. When the doorbell rang she didn’t hesitate, already knowing who it was before opening the door. “It’s about time you showed up,” she teased stepping aside to let him in. “For a second I thought you’d stood me up for another. I almost called my backup.”

[eoesamarchive]

sky full of stars ; blam

tagging blaine anderson & sam evans

time frame october 8th, 2015

location the dugout

warning y’all already know. nsfw.

sam 

As much as he was looking forward to meeting up with Blaine after second period, Sam couldn’t help but feel guilty about skipping out on class. It wasn’t like he could really afford to lose the class time with the kind of grades he has, but on the other hand he couldn’t help but think it wouldn’t make much of a difference. Considering the pros and cons had only left him in a daze, not paying a bit of attention to what the teacher was droning on about.

The past few days had already been hectic due to Spirit Week and the quickly approaching Homecoming festivities, and the teachers were having a hard time getting the focus of their students. Sam was a main offender of this, and today was especially difficult for his concentration when there were people dressed as various famous Duos. Even more so when his mind fell to his other half, who he’s practically been fantasizing about all morning. 

Damn Blaine and his sexts.

It wasn’t until the bell rang, signaling the end of class, that he realized the time. He grabbed his books and headed out the door, texting Blaine to make sure they were still on for the same time and place. He made a stop to his locker in the meantime, shoving his books inside once he opened it using the combination and hanging out until he got a response. 

Once he got a confirmation from Blaine he headed to the meeting spot they chose, thinking it best to slip out the door while the hallway was still busy enough for his peers to not notice him exiting. 

[onxw]

      Typically it wouldn’t take all too long to decipher precisely how another individual ticked; the inner workings of their mind and the reasoning behind why, exactly, that person would say or do things in the manner in which they chose to. As a whole, people were extraordinary simple in terms of their overall mentality. This one, however, was another matter entirely—they were complex, or so they appeared to be, and not necessarily in a way that he viewed as being good or intriguing. Outwardly they were seemingly calm, casual, and indifferent, and yet there was something else, something lurking within them that Jinki wasn’t quite able to place the tip of his finger on.

      In its own way, it was mildly irritating, or rather this particular individual was. They held themselves with an almost overpowering air of flippancy, though there was something else lying there just beneath the surface that suggested that there was far more to them than simply that and that alone. In fact, perhaps in all actuality they were anything but.

      It was somewhat difficult to focus on the unseen, however, when one happened to find themselves fighting back the urge to completely and utterly destroy someone instead. Though this unsuspecting fool quite likely wouldn’t have been deserving of anything less. They were a prime target in the eyes of Lee Jinki. Money, a seeming lack of intelligence and possibly common sense as well or at least in comparison to him, and a personality that left Jinki overcome with a desire to break them completely. This was exactly what he had been made for. What could possibly go wrong?

       And so, with that in mind, he had taken to doing what any con-artist would—he had befriended the beast and it was them that he was awaiting now. He sat perched comfortably atop a bar stool, an untouched drink in hand as he gazed absentmindedly into the crowd, wondering just how much longer this 'friend' of his was going to keep him waiting.

[guardianclarington]

When You Dance

Hunter woke up early in the day as always, usually one of the first ones up in the big house. He greeted the other workers and went out for his usual morning jog after doing a quick routine security check. Nothing out of the ordinary happened last night as always but Hunter just wanted to be sure. A jog around the block, a shower, and quick breakfast later and soon the other maids and workers were waking up, and Hunter recognized that the chefs were beginning to cook up Kurt's breakfast. This meant Hunter had to start getting ready for his work day of watching over Kurt. Of course the job was technically 24/7 but while Kurt was asleep Hunter could rest easier, not having to actively follow his client around.

As promised, Hunter went out to the dance studio prior to the appointed time Kurt was supposed to arrive, making sure nothing was out of place or tampered with. Hunter took his job very seriously and if Kurt got hurt because of something he overlooked, he would never be able to forgive himself. After securing the area he returned back to the house, already late morning. Even Lexington was already awake and active, following Hunter around the house. "The car's pulled around front and I'm ready to go; Just waiting on you." Hunter knocked on Kurt's bedroom door, glancing down at the puppy.