#quick-drawn

[redridcr]

It's Jonny jammering on about some stories Colt told him to justify a scolding Jonny received for sneaking in too many sweethearts into the back of the bar. And, in result, it's Lin staring at Colt, lily green eyes unsettled - - -

" And how DID you figure out all this wisdom, Colt? "

@quick-drawn

[buabloomed]

❝ You can stop flinching. I'm not dropping acid on your face, friend. ❞ Scooping up more of the clay mask, Niran sets on tackling Cassidy's blocked pores, his own face mask (matcha oat milk) hardening at the temples. A few moments in, he hums absentmindedly. ❝ Have you ever thought of deep conditioning your beard? ❞ »•»𑁍«•«

@quick-drawn

[livesinthebalance]

❔

[ @quick-drawn​ ]

“What confuses me,” AJ begins, maybe a bit too loudly but, hey, the bar has been empty since before she ever let them in and she’s a few too many shots in to remember something like volume control.

“What confuses me is that… you went to alllllll this trouble to set up a cover 'n’ then I ask you what kind’a construction you work, ‘n’ you tell me––and I quote–– ‘Uhhh Just construction.’ ”

A laugh follows, bright and uninhibited as she shakes her head at him.

“Did you just not think I’d ask? Do people normally not ask? Or d’you just flash that pretty smile of yours ‘n’ get away with that kind of stuff?”

[chronal-anomaly]

@quick-drawn asked:

[ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try — 👀 || Senses ( accepting )

It was early when Lena slipped into the empty bar. For all of the new decorations, and grand opening signs, she had hardly seen a car in the lot. Maybe it was too early, pre work crowd, that missed all of the action. That must be it.

Inside mirrored the parking lot, rather empty besides a figure banging their way through the kitchen, and a lone man standing behind the bar. Lena nodded, comfortable as anything in a shoddy bar whose clientele are typically so far from her own personality. They had destroyed their fair share of biker and dive bars alike, so many years ago, that the gloom hardly wavered her confident step.

"Busy crowd out here." Came the gentle tease, as Lena sidled up to the bar. Something about the man that stood there felt familiar, in a way that Lena couldn't quite put her finger on yet. Another sense of deju vu.

"Lena." She offered as a greeting, an easy smile splitting her face. "I'll take whatever your imagination can cook up, feel like bein' a little spontaneous today."

[circumstanceworn]

@quick-drawn​    ✧ ∘ ˚    sc.

     “ it’s okay if you don’t want it. ”

  ‘it’ referring to the small potted succulent, a peperomia graveolens, which the boy holds carefully in his hands, half-extended toward jesse. the smile he wears is shy, but carefully crafted to show the assurance that there won’t be any offence taken if the gift is declined — he wants to be sure the plant LIVES, that it isn’t only accepted to avoid making him feel bad.

     “ i just thought... uhm, well, you seem... kind of lonely. ”  sheepishly, si-u ducks his head and hopes that doesn’t come off rudely. he’s only trying to help, after all.  “ i thought... something to take care of might help? —all you have to do is water it once in a while, so it isn’t a lot of work. ”

[reapinq]

      ---  ❝  come on ,  jesse .  we both know you can do better than that .  ❞

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[dearfellxwtraveler]

What emotion do you create from?

Melancholy

You create from melancholy. There is an aimless sadness that pervades your life. It's not as though there's anything in particular you're grieving, but you still find yourself possessed of a peculiar somberness. This melancholy seeps into your art, where it becomes a directionless lament. You long to make your senseless sadness into something beautiful and bittersweet, so you depict it countless times throughout your work. It sets the tone of everything you create, filtering all you craft through a melancholic lens. There is a nostalgia for what never was, a grief for something you never had, a longing that doesn't know what it craves. These are the feelings that serve as your inspiration: vague, listless lamentations.

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[redridcr]

@quick-drawn didn't ask for this or to look over 16 year old jonnyboy but we can't all choose our destines--

Officer Beifong, closing in on her fortieth year of life ( and frustration ) was more than a tough case to crack. Why? Because that was her job to do. To sit down and comb through careful details and crafted lies. To cultivate a better understanding of the cause behind the crime. Often her job was divided between less dangerous dealings, and that's what the case of Jonathon Michael Pollard was turning out to be.

( A troubled teen whose heart desired to drink the adrenaline of the racetrack. )

The call she received from a less than calm Colt wasn't her favorite outcome of an otherwise free and off duty Friday night. Luckily or unluckily for him, Lin liked her liquour how most people would say her personality was ;

Stiff.

So, it was the smaller woman perched on a barstool next to the taller man, the police officer taking a sip of liquid poison over melting ice before Lin set the record of this story straight, " So you're upset you found Jon. In the back. With a boy?

You're the one that signed the paper.

There's a year and a half left of you having to deal with this. "