CHAOTIC GOOD.

tiffany marie, 27. i think i've been roleplaying longer than i haven't been roleplaying. hit me up with literally any plot idea and we'll see if we can make it work.

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please would someone give me a working download of photoshop for mac i beg

[chonidale]

[lesbian-karolina]

I can’t b e l i e v e she actually came.

[moon-drugs-blog]

Secretly Dating/Fucking Plots

We’re coworkers and usually that wouldn’t be a problem but I’m your boss, so stop looking at me like that

We’re roommates and I swear if anyone else we live with found out we’d be tormented until the lease was up

You used to be my teacher/professor and it’s totally cool that we’re seeing each other now, not weird at all- not even when we run into people- maybe this should be kept quiet

You’re my RA and you signed a contract saying you wouldn’t hook up with your residents but can we overlook that for just tonight? and next week? and for the rest of the semester, maybe?

We hooked up after the office party even though there’s a strict no dating rule and honestly? we shouldn’t keep doing this but it was really fun

I’m your ex’s new roommate and you were only coming by to pick up your stuff and you walked in on me dancing around in my underwear

We’re in group therapy together

We’re competing against one another for valedictorian/that promotion

Your sibling is my significant other

We’re part of a trio of friends but we don’t want our friend to feel like the third wheel

You’re my best friend’s ex

We’re both camp counselors at a sleep-away camp

Our kids are dating

I’m your boss’s child

You’re a really close friend of my sibling/parent/cousin/roommate but we also really hit it off?

We were high school sweethearts that grew apart and into our own lives, but now we live in the same town/we work at the same place/our kids go to the same school/your significant other is my work bestie

[herculiz]

Elizabeth Gillies via her instagram stories (08/04/20)

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Reuben couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to eat for lunch. He hated that space between breakfast and lunch and the space between lunch and dinner. Mostly, he hated wasting the time of his day when he could be eating. The man couldn’t tell you why he was still so damn skinny when generally his mind existed deep in dinner plans.

He had at least the next few days sorted out.

For today’s lunch, he was going to UberEats Masterpiece Delicatessen, a gourmet sandwich shop he’d researched online. His order was literally on queue for the next hour and a half.

As he was watching its progress on his app, as if it would make time go faster, he almost collided full body with one of the tiniest women he’d ever saw. If it hadn’t have been for her miniature fist shoving a flyer into his chest, she would have been a goner.

“What kind of party? Like a spin the bottle, no drinking type thing?…How do you feel about Christian music? Because I’m down with some I’ll Fly Away shit but at least, can I smoke some weed?”

*

Up until this point, people weren’t exactly thrilled that Terk was shoving papers in their faces and demanding their presence at her impromptu party that, she was sure, would be chaos. Tarzan was already getting booze, Tantor was already complaining, and Terk was - well - doing this. And if anyone asked, she was succeeding. Even though there was a giant chance that she was not.

Imagine going through all this trouble only for no one to come.

Nah, that wouldn’t happen.

When she (way too aggressively) shoved the flyer into this man’s chest, she stumbled back a little, laughing as she went, “My bad. Overshot that a little.” Now - in all honesty - she didn’t exactly mind running into attractive men. But, falling in front of one? Not ideal.

“Oh, for sure - and pillow fights too. Think you can keep up, kid? Gotta tell you - I’m pretty scrappy.” Tucking the stack of flyers under her arm, she put up her fists with an arched brow and a smirk on her face. Joking or not, she could hear her brothers in the back of her mind telling her to stop threatening strangers in the middle of the courtyard - it wasn’t cute.

She liked to think it was a little cute.

 “Smoke weed? Sure you can,” she said with a shrug. “But you’ll have to share. And bring your friends! Otherwise, no deal.” 

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Charles had only been at the campus for a few hours, he had been following a girl who was supposed to be giving him and his sister a tour but after a few agonizing minutes of listening to his older sisters’ questions, he had to flee. He was just glad that his mom had to stay home or all four of the Summers’ women would’ve been cornering the poor girl with questions, and mama bear did not play with Charles’ safety. It had only been a couple of months since she had found out about Charles’ power and every thirty minutes since then she’d peek her head into his room making sure he was comfortable. Everyone had been freaking out, “what’re we gonna do with him?”, “How can we help him?”, “Is he in pain?”, “how do we not make him feel different?”

Not too long ago they were excited to finally get him out of the house, he was supposed to move in with his “best friend” Martin and tour with his gymnastics team. But now everyone, including Charles, was afraid of what people would do if they found out he was a mutant. So, that’s why he had ditched his sisters and the tour guide, with them around it felt more like he was being dropped off at a psych ward and not at an academy for gifted people.

He felt calm and not like he was carrying a bulldozer full of rocks, his body was soft and he was breathing fine. He felt safe until someone slammed there hand into his chest.

“Whoa-” he stammered for a second as the girl in front of him went on.

“Umm, thanks? But aren’t you worried about the kind of people /this/” he waved the paper in front of her, “will bring to your home?”

Maybe a part of him had been cornered into being scared of the unknown.

*

Was she worried?

Terk laughed.

“Listen, I’ve never been in a situation I couldn’t get out of,” she said confidently. Perhaps this wasn’t due to her own merit, considering she had her brothers who would (sometimes) willingly go to bat for her - but who needed to know that? Not this kid. “Why? Trying to cause trouble?”

As it turned out, reckless as it might have been, trouble was exactly what she was looking for. If she couldn’t start this whole experience with a bang, what was the point in starting it at all? Now, this was the worst possible mentality she could have - and she knew it was the worst possible mentality she could have. But, if she wasn’t giving her brother a heart attack at any and all times - she wasn’t doing her job as baby sis.

“What if I promise you nothing bad is gonna happen? Will you come? I’ll have security on standby just for you.” She couldn’t help but giggle - what a stupid fucking thing to say.

But, she had a feeling it might work.

“I’m Terk, by the way. Terk Ronaldo - party planner extraordinaire. Ready to get you fucked up in the safest...” she smirked, “...environment possible.”

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“The fun?” Scott asked with his eyebrows raised. He was always someone who was looking for a little fun or causing a little trouble. whichever happened first, normally it was the latter. 

Scott couldn’t remember the last time he had held and actual flyer in his hand. Had they gone out of style or was everything now electronic-based? He sounded like his father in that moment - old fashioned, cushy and comfortable. His head shook as if he was trying to rid himself of those thoughts and offered a smile when the flyer was shoved into his chest. 

“Are you inviting the entire town?” he asked with a laugh, wondering if inviting the junkyard dogs was the right move. They could be….a lot.

* “Hell yeah, the fun. Did I stutter?” If Terk was anything, she was quick on her feet - ready with a snarky response without a missed beat. “You’re down for a little fun, right?” That sounded way more dirty than she intended. Oops.

“Yanno, like party fun. Not-- Anyway.”

Okay, maybe sometimes she was a little too quick on her feet. Think before you speak, Terk! How many times did people have to tell her that before she listened? 

“Well, no. I’m inviting everyone I run into who looks cool in hopes they invite the whole town. You got me, right? Gonna bring your friends? I’m new so like....I’m trying to make some.”

[littlemixnws]

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“Have no fear, the fun is here!”

Apparently, Terk was under the impression that it was 1994 - because she was walking through the courtyard with a stack of flyers (that she printed!), calling to anyone who would listen about this totally rad, really cool party she was throwing with her brothers. It was their first night in their brand new apartment, boxes still scattered around the place, and she was already down to clown. Since she didn’t know anybody….how else was she gonna spread the word?

Strolling through, she managed to shove a flyer into the hands of every single person who walked by. It was a talent of hers, she liked to think - tiny as hell and just as persistent. But, if she knew one thing to be true - it was that this party was about to be lit. This was a pretty big stack of paper and she fully intended on passing out every one.

Tantor was going to flip shit.

Leaving the courtyard, Terk turned the corner and, without a missed beat, shoved a flyer into the chest of the next unsuspecting person who walked by. “Hey, you! Party at mine, 10 o’clock.  Bring your friends.”

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Duncan’s brow raised as he watched Courtney’s reaction. He could practically see the gears turning in that pretty little head of her. Hell, he could also see the snippy comment that was about to leave her mouth form right before him. Part of him hoped temptation would get the best of her but Courtney never made anything easy for Duncan.

Which he liked. He liked a challenge.

“Juvy warps your idea of fun,” he said nonchalantly with a shrug. There wasn’t a moment where Duncan didn’t ‘flex’ his criminal record. It’s what the TV show had slapped on him as a label - that the resident bad boy. So, why not play into a bit? Plus it kept his hard streak intact and made for certain that people wouldn’t mess with him.

A few choice words of what better meany crossed his mind but Duncan was left vulnerable in a towel. He knew Courtney played dirty when she wanted to so he’d shut his smart mouth for once and choose his words wisely. “Nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p’ obnoxiously. a smug smile on his face. “Do you, princess?”

Did she have something better to do? Did she have something better to do?! Something about that tone of voice matched with his stupid smug expression made Courtney consider, in a fleeting moment, punching him in the face. She scowled as she looked down at her arm, covered in an unknown substance they simply referred to as ‘slime’. She was drenched in this stuff - covered from head to toe - and Duncan had the audacity to, well….be Duncan.

The nerve of some people.

“Have you considered, for one moment, how uncomfortable I am right now?” Courtney realized, probably a second too late, that he could take this in multiple ways. One - as we know - she was covered in gross, sticky goo. Two - he was literally standing in front of her in nothing but a towel. While she meant the former, she was sure the latter would be what stuck in his mind.

“Ugh!” Frustrated at her own stupidity and the equally stupid look on his face, Courtney took the back of her arm and smeared that slime all down his chest. And she was not sorry. The smugness in her expression rivaled his as she took a step back and held her head up triumphantly. “There. Now you have something better to do. Go take another shower, Freakshow.”

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Duncan had made it a mission of his to get under Courtney’s skin. He didn’t know why. Was it because he just absolutely loved terrorizing everyone who crossed his path or was it because deep within is hard cold exterior he harbor some sort of feelings for once in his life and only knew how to show affections in the same way a young elementary school child would. Perhaps it was the latter but Duncan didn’t want to think about that. He didn’t do feelings or emotions of any kind. So, he’d shove those thought far within his subconscious and leave them there to riot like many other things.

“Because it’s fun,” he said simply, making his way over to the girl, one hand clutched onto the towel that was wrapped around his waist and his free one leaning against the nearby tree. “And yet you still dig me despite how infuriating I claim to be,” he smirked, towering over the much smaller Courtney.

Duncan was practically naked.

It was something Courtney was trying extremely hard not to think about. Which....was easy as soon as he opened his mouth. “You have a pretty twisted idea of what is and isn’t fun.” she spat, eyes locked on his - she was afraid of where she may look if her gaze started to stray. It wasn’t that she wanted to look at Duncan - seriously, just suggesting it was gross. But what was she supposed to do when he was just...there....blocking her view from anything el-- 

She shook the thought from her head. “Don’t you have something better to do?!”

[delicateaura]

starter for: @tiiffs​

Duncan was still pretty messed up from the last challenge that Chris Mcclain had decided to throw their way. it was times like this he wondered if the money was even worth it. Sure, he had survived juvie. Prided himself on that fact even but even this reality show could break anyone’s spirits and breaking spirits was Duncan’s speciality. he couldn’t be out of a job here. Yet here he was covered in fluids of god knows what, defeated, tired and annoyed. After a long shower (and purposely using the rest of the hot water) he was met by a familiar face he had grown quite fond of. Icey blue orbs locked with her dark ones as a smirk came across duncan’s face. “Princess, fancy meeting you here. Were you waiting here hoping to catch a glimpse of me all-natural.”

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God, Courtney needed a shower. She was slimy and gross and she swore she could feel something crawling up her leg as she walked to the showers. Of course, things were never that easy, were they? Here, there was always an obstacle and it was usually blonde and freakishly tall. 

It took a total of two seconds, on any given day, for Duncan to make her eyes roll into the back of her head - and as she spotted him at the showers, it was no different. “Why do you insist on calling me that? You know I hate it.” Arms crossed, Courtney dramatically stomped her foot with a huff. “Do you realize how infuriating you are?” 

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[delicateaura]

INTRODUCING THE HAWKINS FAMILY….

blake cole hawkins, jalia hawkins, cassio blake hawkins, benvolio ‘benny’ ali hawkins, remo james hawkins &was  ophelia grace hawkins. @tiiffs

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Dylan Sprayberry via ellerysprayberry’s IG Story - September 30, 2018

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“Is it? You haven’t even tried it yet, liar.” Blake teased playfully knowing that Jalia was always the first to hype blake up in any situation. she was also the first to kick his ass if he ever got down on himself - a habit he should try to kick but hey they hard. new year new him though right? “Papa will be so proud to know that I didn’t fuck up a recipe.” he smiled, kissing the top of his girlfriend’s head, afterwards taking a bite himself. salt. it needed salt and blake knew that jalia knew that too. dammit, he was so close. “You made pie?” eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, blake let out a quick, soft moan of joy. “Fuck, If it’s blueberry i’m gonna die and propose right here right now. period.”

“I’m going to smack you. I already know it’s great.” To shut him up, she dramatically took a bite, contemplated for a moment, and held up a finger as she swallowed. Grabbing the salt across the table, she sprinkled a little and took another bite, eyes lighting up as she declared, “Delish!” Smiling, she leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. “See? Perfect. Told you. You da bestest ever at everything.” Laughing at his declaration, she shook her head. “Do you think I don’t know your favorite pie? Of course it’s blueberry.”