#para;001

[brink-acheron-official]

I'm just a bad boy made for the tabloids→

TAGGING → Brink Acheron and Zero Valencia (aka Ansel and Jaime)

LOCATION → Undisclosed.

TIMEFRAME → Tuesday night, September 5, 2017 

NOTES → Zero asks Brink on a date where they’re probably going to do something illegal.

A few things crossed into Brink’s mind when his boyfriend asked him out. He’s pretty sure they’re going to go tag some shit tonight, which has to be the most badass thing he’s ever going to do on a date. Though, Zero hasn’t told him yet. Still, after nearly dying waiting on some stupid emoji thing, he has to admit he doesn’t mind waiting. Even if he’d made a big deal of it. Zero - Jaime, he corrects -  wanted to share a part of himself with him, one that he probably didn’t share very often. So he waits patiently for Jaime to get ready, petting Spike who’s head is in his lap.

[ninastwistedworld-blog]

When life gives you Daryl Dixon...

Nina walked softly away, it was late and she was trying to walk quietly through the highway filled with cars around looking for a place to crash until the next morning. Once again she would wake up and keep walking. It was like she was in automatic but little did she know that a roamer as she loved to call them  grabbed her leg and she fell on the road. Looking at it she grabbed her knife and killed it by stabbing it in the head. But then another one heard and walked, then another and another one. Nina got on a car and started to shoot as those son of bitches. But it only called the attention of more, perhaps five to six. It was so dark she barely could see. She looked around feeling like perhaps this was how her life would end after six months of surviving but not living. 

@dariusxdixon

[xxavier-c]

Who doesn't want to be connected to Xavier Carter right? Twenty-three year old son of a business tycoon, their businesses range from hotels to motels to music studios, not only that but his mother, she is an elitist, older brother is running as a politician and the other brother is a doctor. Life seems to be really great for Xavier but his life is not as how it was described in the magazines, though he was quite the charmer, he was not as smart as his brothers are, he wasn't as ambitious as them either, he'd rather spend the night inside a bar with a different girl everytime. That's why he was in the luxurious hotel owned by one of his friend, drunk but not drunk enough, buying drinks for everyone. "Everything's one me!" He announced heading towards the bar to get himself a glass of scotch, a familiar blonde was sitting on one of the stools, he raised his glass a little at her, acknowledging her, "You're the girl right?" He asked her raising his brow, she was the girl who danced for them earlier, on a private show, she was gorgeous, he has got admit that. "Drink?" He motioned for her to order whatever she wants, it was on him, maybe he was trying to score a even more private show with the blonde bombshell in his bedroom but though Xavier can be an asshole, he wouldn't force girls to sleep with him. 

[colinxparker]

Colin honked his car once before grabbing his phone on the dashboard, sending a quick text to Emma telling her that he was right outside her house. It was a nice day to go out on a date with your girlfriend and that was what he was doing, taking Emma out and just chilling with her. Their relationship was fairly new so he cannot really jump into saying that he was very in love with her because he was not sure yet, yes, they get along really well and he has been a chipper more than he has every been. After coming out on a serious relationship with his ex-girlfriend (they were together for nearly four years when they broke up at that time) more than a year ago, it was quite hard to get over that heartache and heartbreak but Colin got to know Emma better, he wouldn't lie, he never really saw her as someone he would be very fond of but during the course of friendship, it blossomed into something else, he asked her out and the rest was history. He glanced at rear view mirror, checking his hair out before looking back at his phone to see if she had replied to his message, sending another quick one, maybe she didn’t receive the last one he sent. It was probably his fault that she was not ready yet, he suggested that they should have breakfast together just an hour, he didn't even wait for her reply when he went to her house to pick her up. He just want to spend time with her as much as possible, he was taking this relationship slow, it was new and he wants to do things right this time. He couldn't help but beam when he saw her opening the door and closing it behind her, he slipped outside of his car to meet her. "Good morning, sunshine." His voice quite high, opening the passenger's seat for her before sounding really apologetic for probably ruining her beauty sleep with an early text message, "Sorry, for the short notice but it's a nice day out and I want to have breakfast with you."

[its-generic-eric]

Of Pocket Kittens and Tomato Faces →

TAGGING → Katelyn Davenport and Eric Garner (with a cameo by Emerson Mackenzie)

LOCATION → Not going to lie, it’s basically all in Eric’s head as he heads to Katelyn’s place.

TIMEFRAME → Monday, December 7, 2015

NOTES → It’s. About. Fucking. Time. Also, this is like barely about Erilyn.

Eric shockingly had a very busy day, for one without a project. The winter holidays usually went either way with projects. Sometimes he had two or three, because Helena was on the ball and had some brilliant idea or her kids came up with another worldly adventure. Or it was like now, pretty dead. Which was blessed, considering. Sure he and Katelyn had been non-stop texting and messaging since well, since Katelyn started getting cravings. He was almost always over at her place nowadays. Not that he was complaining. Katelyn was great company, the best he’s had in a while. Not that Emerson wasn’t great company. She was, but she’s been so preoccupied with her husband. Not that he can blame her. They are newlyweds.

He didn’t mind Katie’s texting so much. Em had bribed him to meet her for lunch, which ended up being a quick bite from a food truck and then rushing off to the nearest shelter to start looking for the “purrfect” pocket kitten. Emerson must’ve gotten it in her head that it was going to take a while to find the perfect one. Mostly because she had no idea what made the perfect kitten. She really wasn’t a cat person. Eric tried to pretend he wasn’t interested in cat shopping (but come on, it was for his Katie. You really think he had any chance at succeeding?) which he failed at epically as they neared the last group of kittens, a mix of calico and tabby cats. They were barely old enough to be away from their mother. Em was pushing the last of her break to it’s limits and was paying more attention to the three year old lab that was begging to be taken home.

The point in all this was that Eric had found the purrfect pocket kitten, as it were. Not even meaning to. She was nibbling on one of her sibling’s tails when he spotted her. She was tiny, a golden tabby with grey blue eyes. They called her Whiskey, because mom was found behind a liquor store. And she fell asleep the moment Eric put her in his pocket on his way back to the apartment. And again when he left for Katelyn’s apartment. Which was cute and adorable and just barely enough to distract Eric from how nervous he was in that moment. Because somewhere between kitten shopping and knocking on Katie’s door, Katelyn and Eric went from Katelyn and Eric to KatelynandEric. And it would be just his luck that the kitten woke up from its nap at the sound of his knocking. She mewls quietly and pokes her head out of his pullover’s pocket to look up at Eric, who gently tucks her back into his pocket so she doesn’t ruin the surprise.

[camdentownsrp-blog]

Camden tried to keep his cool, the dark haired boy didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Pa-Slater again. They had only been living together for two weeks and he’d already done enough of that already. The two were sitting in front of their small TV playing some shooting game, and every time he thought he was safe a random guy jumped out of no where and shot him. Frankly, he hated the game because it startled him, but he wanted to impress Slater no matter how many times he told himself otherwise.

“Hey, stop knocking into me!” He sneered at the blonde, bumping him back as he tried to concentrate on the game.

[aspenvillarp-blog]

Aspen sighed, resting her head on her palm as she patiently waited for her partners name. Mr. Henderson had just assigned them a group project, although in her opinion groups were made of more then two people. When it had been introduced, she had been excited— History is one of her favorite subjects, especially when she was allowed to chose the topic —But as soon as Mr. Henderson mentioned there would be groups, her face fell. 

“Aspen Villa and Clarke Hartman.” The teacher called. Her eyes flashed at the mention of her name, glancing around the room. “Uh, who’s Clarke?” She found herself asking, turning back to Mr. Henderson. He pointed toward the side of the room, where a dark haired boy sat by the window. Aspen felt a little bad for not knowing him, but she’d never even interacted with him. At least from what she could remember. She gave him a small wave and a soft smile across the room.

[sweet-little-quinn-blog]

Waking Up // Fafabray

Quinn remembers a blaring truck horn, the sound of crashing metal. Then  nothing, just blackness and a voice she thinks it’s talking to her. It tells her stories, sings her songs. The voice seems familiar. Was it...her mother? It must be it was always so gentle and kind. Somewhere in the blackness she saw a light. She let out a soft groan and struggled to open her eyes.