#thevcyager

[prcttylittlethings-a]

@mctionsick​ asked “are you dumping me?”

“what is this, 2002?” yale scoffed, tugging on her hair and braiding it to the side. this wasn’t how she had expected things to go - honestly, she’d been prepared for them to take it and leave, letting yale pack up her own things so she could make her plans for the next chapter. out of braedon, back to chicago, back to a life she had cultivated specifically to get out of small town nebraska. “we both knew this wasn’t going to be anything. did you really think i would stay this time?” 

she’d left the second her high school diploma had been put in her hand, and no one in braedon had been surprised. she’d only come back to collect her sister - colette needed someone to look after her, and now that she was ready to see the world outside of the middle of nowhere, yale could resume her own life. “it’s not like you want to come to chicago, and i can’t stay here. so what other choice do we have?”

[slwdancing-l]

closed sentence starter for @thevcyager​

“you’re gonna get nothing but sass from me if you don’t change the topic.”

[jvsminerose-moved]

@thevcyager​ liked for a starter ! (based on the second to last bullet point)

Eric walks through the run-down farm, cocking an eyebrow when he sees all the moving trucks around. It’s weird, he’s spent a good chunk of his childhood and teenage years fucking around with his friends at this seemingly abandoned farm, so to see it now being occupied by someone new is strange. Especially considering that this was the old farmer’s grandson or something, if the rumors were true.

He walks up the steps of the house, orchid in hand, when he knocks on the door. When it’s opened, he’s come face-to-face with quite possibly the cutest person he’s ever laid eyes on. Oh. Now this is going to be interesting. “Uh, hi,” Eric stammers. “I heard someone was moving in here the other day and I just, uh, wanted to give you a welcome gift.” He holds up the orchid. “I’m Eric. I’m just, um, down the street with my family’s flower farm. Yeah.” He grins. Real smooth.

[perfectdisastcr]

“Something about this weather made these kids go crazy.”

@thevcyager (gets a lyric starter!!) | steve & robin

[phantomgalaxies]

♋ Are there any FC’s you believe should be used more? Why?

I want 1000 more Tessa Thompsons.... 

[wildwcmen]

thevcyager replied to your post: look at my new muses :))))

DODGER!!!

she’s here...she’s queer...she’s ready 2 fight!!!

[slwdancing-l]

closed starter for @thevcyager​

things had been pretty quiet between her and the new roommate. maleah wasn’t about that life, she enjoyed making friends with anyone around her, having deep conversations or even pointless ones. she was getting none of that from him though and it was kind of sad. so making it her new mission to get him to warm up here, maleah slowly approaches his room. there’s a faint sound of a guitar being played with that grows louder and louder with each step she takes. she’s a little nervous, what kind of reaction will she get from doing this? raising her hand up, she gives three loud knocks on his door, waiting for the ‘okay’ to go in. 

[prcttylittlethings-a]

Blair’s heart seemed to skip a beat. They had agreed - one night only, a ‘good bye’ before their summer apart. He would be going to DC, and she’d be spending her time in Paris, visiting her father and networking ( shopping, really ). A way to extinguish the budding flame that had been keeping her awake at night, the one that made every accidental brush of his fingers against her wrists feel like sheer ecstasy.  ( She had to stop reading cheesy romance novels before bed. )  He was drunk - she knew that much, could tell the tone of his voice from his messages, and it was, after all, the middle of the night. For him, at least - for her, the phone had woken her up, the sun just barely breaking dawn beyond the apartment she’d been renting.  Her lip between her teeth, she debated. She could ignore him, play it off, joke with him like they had been doing. Or.... In what ways? It was innocent enough, giving him an out - he could answer platonically, or make her morning very, very interesting. She wasn’t really opposed to either. ( Even if she did, admittedly, have a preference. )  I’ve been thinking about you too.  That, she figured, could help push him in the proper direction. 

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