#s1.

[postgraduate]

she’s MY influencer.

[aspirinqs]

like such bonkers things to say i love you and you’re my mom but such bonkers things

[on6ue]

[ @mcgler ] Quentin heard the chime of the notification while maneuvering around in his kitchen. Peeking over to read the preview of the text message appearing on his screen, he sat down the bowl of chopped spinach, the wine glass, and grabbed the device.

[ ### - ### - #### “éthéré” : ] — Vagueness doesn’t benefit either you or me, so stop with it. Make your mark. 

After wiping off his fingertips containing olive oil from the stir fry he was preparing, speedily he formulated a reply, highly amused at her bluntness, also respecting it more than anything while typing away. 

[ replies : ]  — Oh, but it does benefit me. 

[travis-martinez]

javi asked: " can you tie this for me ? "

" yeah — yeah, i got it. " travis never been to a high school dance before, but this, at least, is familiar. every christmas, every easter, every funeral, his mother insisted on a full suit and tie for church. usually dad would help @svnbleach get ready... but that, too, falls to travis now.

he works the wrinkled fabric through his fingers. the lantern it came from sits discarded on the forest floor. " you been to one of these things before? " javi hasn't, right? surely mom would have made a big fuss, took a million photos... there's no way travis would have missed it — unless he had tuned it out. crap, he may have. he was such a selfish dick just like his dad. travis should have been a better brother, a better son, before the crash. he shouldn't have to ask these questions.

but that's useless thinking. all he can do is be a better brother right now. " i bet one of the girls will dance with you. " javi's got that cute little kid thing going, and really, what's hist competition? miserable, angry ' flex ' and the crippled coach. everyone will want to dance with javi.

[travis-martinez]

tags.

[gambl4r]

we were having a moment, and now you've ruined it.

she's at her breaking point, with a monstrous headache building behind her eyes that demands a drink as payment. that's nothing new, when it comes to dealing with jinx, but fresh off the disaster that was the firelight's ambush on the airship, the snide little comment jabs under her skin and sears through her. she's still brushing flakes of orange crystal off of her chest, and her skin feels like it's burning.

she's able to push the discomfort aside in favor of the to-do list that's sorted itself out in her head: find silco, tell him jinx ruined the exchange and lost barrels-full of shimmer during one of her little moments, fix it. they've passed the window where she might be able to sort it before real consequences play out, but the mantra still rings in her head: fix it. clean up the mess. if it were another world, she might laugh about it. it's a little too late for that, on all counts. problem's the same. she's the same.

❛ we weren't. ❜ she's thinking to the way she'd loomed over jinx on the deck, as magenta flames had clawed into the deck of the airship. she's not sure what the chances are of all that burning the ship through, and any evidence with it. as they delve deeper into the lanes, cutting a path towards the last drop, anyone in their way promptly steps out of it.

they'd had no choice but to go. cargo and gustove and the kicker of their mock shipping manifest (good coin, enough for a few rounds), just... gone. she glances over her shoulder at jinx. she's learned by now that there's no point in a lecture or stern word. jinx just won't listen, and sevika's always had the nasty little habit of skipping a few steps from stern to furious. ❛ you had one task, ❜ she snaps, ❛ and you still couldn't keep yourself out of your own head. ❜ / @j1hnxed.

[lionguarded]

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here." (howlingkiefman)

silas was still catching his breath, utterly satisfied & unbelievably content for the moment, but dante was moving next to him & his words were like daggers in his side. raising his head, he glanced up to look at the other when he spoke. but he didn’t speak. he.. wasn’t quite sure how.

“…wait.” fingers wrapped around the alpha’s wrist, holding him in place, in bed. “uhh.” soft groan, his eyes counting loose strings of paper on the wall. “you …should rest. here.” he must be tired, yeah. silas couldn’t just let him stumble home, yes, exactly.