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[crimewroughtarc]

   @popstr liked !     𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧.  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲,  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.  𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭.  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

   ❝     ——–     𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃,     ❞     a defiant beginning to her speech,  despite her quite obvious exertion.  for her brow is knotted and troubled,  her cheeks inked a flush pink.  above them,  the sky is still a cacophony of brilliant shades     ;     𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚍,  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎,  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗.  her attention isn’t paid to this wondrous sight.  no     ——–     instead,  her eyes are squeezed tightly shut,  willing away repeated tides of nausea.  (  it’s early,  and perhaps she indulged in more glasses of wine than advisable the night before their venture into the 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬.  )     ❝     ...   that if i ever come up with stupid ideas about us going out for a morning hike ever again,  you have total permission to stop me right then and there.  i knew there would be a lot of climin’     ——–     𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜.     ❞     she pants heavily,  and swings for several seconds on the water she’s been embracing for much of the journey.  still,  𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫,  and lets her gaze finally journey up,  skimming the stark silhouettes of mountainous trees.     ❝     ...   well,  that makes it a little more worth the pain.     ❞

[tjhmnd-a]

𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘑 𝘏𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 2

no one is really sure how sim and tj became friends.  the assumption is that a friend of a friend of a friend introduced them simply because they were certain they had enough in common.  with simeon also being a recovered addict in a drug induced world, tj knows he’s found a kindred spirit.  they can commonly be caught making jokes about their sobriety, lovingly laughing at each other’s expenses, and keeping each other from going for that one last drink.

his friendship with sim aided tj in the decision to make his clubs the sober kind as sim, much like tj, still          (  outwardly  )         enjoys a good night out.  their friendship is good for both of them, creating something for the tabloids to write about to avoid looking at either of their personal lives.

@popstr​ asked: 💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship

[piraticalarchive]

Some might think talent wins a competition such as theirs, and perhaps they’d be right, aye - but a man like Killian Jones knows an even better way to victory. Lips part into a smile when the man stops by his station - a man, that quite literally, holds the key to top baker in his hands. The Irishman’s attempt at this particular challenge is a cobbled together, massacre of ingredients that are somehow supposed to resemble a last minute Christmas pudding. Bloody hell. Pushing his discomfiture to the back of his mind, Killian does what he knows best - sucks up, as it were. “Tell me something, mate - “ Ringed fingers drum a rhythm across his station’s counter top, brow quirking in interest. “ - how is it a man like you is so damn good at so many things?” 

Aye, after all - It’s not the things you bake, but the hands that you shake.

@popstr​ entered the bakeoff as a judge !!

[flynni-aa]

@popstr​  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛

“don’t start caring about me now.”

[agentinred-archived]

super l8 starters xo // @popstr​

It is not common to see Carmen tense. Even as she sits in a composed state, she wrings her hands together, absentmindedly picking at her nails . “You know I hate asking for favors...” and she hesitates, pausing so that she might take in a deeper breath of air and expel it with all her worries. For she was too keenly aware that several months (now numbering close to an year) had passed since she had last met with her friend. Worse, in the interval that marked her absence they had not managed to maintain contact. So that now, she felt the weight of unspoken words holding her back from going forward. “...but I trust you, you who are a beloved friend.” She shoots him a soft smile, another pause, as she tries to find the right words--how many people had stopped by his door to ask for a favor? Surely he had had his deal of untoward prepositions... “I’m not asking for resources or anything valuable, rather I’m looking for you to look after something...or rather someone.” Finally, she reaches into her coat, pulling out a small, white kitten out of one of her pockets. It looks startled, half asleep, as she hold it in the palms of her hands. “Found her last night, and well, I should be out of here sometime tomorrow and really can’t take her with me ---BUT I didn’t want to leave her with just anybody.”

[hiddensteel]

@popstr   |   autumn-themed starter call !

        ❝  we are so winning this costume contest. ❞          she did another twirl in the mirror, admiring the FINAL RESULT of a costume she had worked tirelessly on in between recording sessions, interviews, and other activities. and now it was finally done! hollywood took halloween costume contests incredibly serious. the parties were all the rage; the press turned out, seeking to compile a best and worst dressed, and sansa had no intention of ending up on the latter. she suspected simeon felt the same. thankfully that looked less and less likely; their costumes were going to take the city by storm. 

[francieu]

                  ❛       i’ll  admit    ,     i’m     not     exactly     a     𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵     dancer.       ❜

◦                                               @popstr​

[unnwin-a]

❝      go on ,  give it to  ‘im .      ❞        nudges his sister forward ,  fighting back a grin at her uncharacteristic shyness .   but Daisy doesn’t budge ,  standing by Eggsy’s leg ,  a piece of paper clutched in her hand .   they’re the last few at this backstage gathering ,  and Eggsy sighs ,  rubbing cold hands together as he shifts from one foot to the other .

❝      go on   !      I didn’t drive you all this way for nothin’ .      ❞

@popstr​    /    s.