#rose01

[viceflame]

“Excuse me, miss? I hate to be the one to tell you this...but...”

Who knows how long she had had it on her shoes since she had been walking? His filterless demeanor was always someone who goes and gets the news and observations out of the way as quick and painless as he possibly can. 

“You got toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoes..” @unovasrose​

[siriuslyjxmes]

@rcsieweasley​  — For once Rose wasn’t hurrying out of the building rushing off to work when she spotted her cousin passed out on the couch in the lobby. She paused briefly wondering how long he’d been passed out there. Had he been there when she’d come in after a late shift at the bar or had he come stumbling in after she had? Not bothering to question it much longer, Rose changed her trajectory towards her cousin before plopping herself on top of him. “Looks like you did buddy.” Rose responds calmly as if this was a normal occurrence for either of them. “Scale of one to ten how bad was last night?”

James squinted up in the direction of his cousin, face scrunching as she confirmed that he had in fact made the lobby his bedroom. Again. He was creeping towards double digits now. “That’s the question,” he groaned, shifting his body so he now lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Last I remember? Solid eight, I’d say. Oh— “ he winced, drawing a hand up to his head. The hangover was making it’s presence known and it was not being kind in the slightest. “Yea. ‘Bout a two at the moment.”

[melonball]

@byanyothernme​

‘hey! i’m off, going to get changed and then we can go do something fun.’ magnus waved to rose before ducking into the backroom to get changed into his normal muggle attire. he hadn’t even thought to ask if rose was free, rather he just assumed because what was magnus if not a little bigoted. magnus came back out and walked over to her, ‘so, what’re we going to do? something fun?’

[avtsoo-blog]

just fire alarms, and losing you

more often than not, kyungsoo finds his guts lead him towards the strangest of places at night. in this case, it led him to a bar downtown where nicotine smoke replaces oxygen and booze replaces water. regret washes over the moment he steps inside the area, feeling bile rising up his throat. 

this is a mistake- this isn’t even professionalism. just personal grudge and curiosity one’s afraid to bring to the grave. he takes a deep breath, although shaky still granting him that calmness that wills his entire nerve system to relax. just because he perceive things better doesn’t mean people can just wave cold cases on his face and expect them to be solved in a minute.

his ears are beginning to ring over the buzzes of chatters so he pushes himself through the people until he finds an empty spots. kyungsoo then orders a martini--light enough to keep him conscious but effective enough to numb his senses. dark hues scan around the premises until he finds the subject of this wild goose chase. 

"hey,” he calls the bartender, sliding a couple of wons his way. “one sangria for the singer.”   

@avtrose

[transvolare]

He really can’t help the laughter that bubbled up and out of his throat. Rose? Here? Fucking incredible. Raising his free hand, the other taken up by some generic brand soda, he gave her a lil’ wave.

DAVESPRITE: look at what the cat dragged out of the bag DAVESPRITE: you picked one hell of a time to jump onto the dating sim train

[davespritexe-blog]

seerofright​

His knuckles tapped lightly against her open door, a hard-back book with papers folded into various pages tucked uncomfortably under his arm. It was a rare time Rose wasn’t at the library, and god damn, he was going to take advantage of it.

“ Hey, you with the book. Yeah, uh. “ From under his arm, he produced his algebra textbook and held it up for her to see. “ I need help with this. You wouldn’t believe how incredibly shitty I am at math. I’ve already tried the Internet — even purplemath.com can’t salvage these skills.“

[openengagement]

M.ono - Love Pass U By

[davespritexe-blog]

tactfultenacity

His knuckles tapped lightly against her open door, a hard-back book with papers folded into various pages tucked uncomfortably under his arm. 

“ Hey, you with the book. Yeah, uh. “ From under his arm, he produced his algebra textbook and held it up for her to see. “ I need help with this. You wouldn’t believe how shitty my teacher is this year. Like they give those diplomas to anyone. Just slap the paper in their hand and send ‘em off to teach the masses of 8th grade even if they can’t solve for x themselves.  “ Well, that was as polite as it was going to get.