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ft. troy

“Stir fry noodles, chicken, and veggies,” answered Yasir as he began using tongs to dish out the meal on two plates. It smelled heavenly. Indeed, Yasir was a rather talented cook, so long as he found the motivation to commit himself to doing so. For most of his life it was takeout and anything you could microwave due to his tendency to put the bare minimum into most aspects of his life. However, and this was years after meeting his husband, Yasir began to grow a bit, recognizing that even non-academic tasks could prove to be fulfilling with a little bit of effort, and cooking was just one of those things. “Do you want to hear what I did today?” He handed Callum his plate and set a hand at his back. “Go sit down,” he instructed, moving to the fridge. “What can I get you to drink?”

“oh i love stir-fry,” callum replied with enthusiasm, though it was worth mentioning he was always enthusiastic when it came to his husbands cooking. “i would love to hear about your day,” he smiled as he peered over the other’s shoulder, “looks delicious,” he whispered, before taking a seat at the table. “do we have iced tea? i’d love some.”

#❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ — callum abbas–young ⧸ conversations ft. yasir.#❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ — callum abbas–young ⧸ conversations.

ft. yasir

Yasir smiled at the light kiss at the back of his hand before settling that same hand on the nape of Callum’s neck, fingers gently combing the short hairs there. “It’s a thankless job,” he sighed, shaking his head in a dramatic way, almost satirically while at the same time knowing that Callum understood Yasir to be wholly empathetic toward his struggles. “But, whether the patients thank you or not, you do good things. Now come on,” he tilted his head toward the kitchen and slid off the chair, “let’s have some dinner, then settle in. If you’re lucky, I’ll read you something,” said Yasir with a cheeky wink.

"i’d like to see them try stitching the own wounds,” he mumbled under his breath, just barely loud enough for himself to hear, meaning it was doubtful that yasir would have heard. he didn’t mean it, but saying it helped to alleviate some stress. he was quick to his feet, a smile spreading across his face as he followed yasir into the kitchen. “i’m feeling very lucky tonight,” he laughed, as he took his seat. “what did you fix?”

#❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ — callum abbas–young ⧸ conversations.#❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ — callum abbas–young ⧸ conversations ft. yasir.

ft. ginny

“you had a big presence before everything was public, right?” ginny asked, tilting her head with curiosity, the wheels spinning. "so do companies send you free stuff?”

with @unprediictability !

“correct,” abel responded with a nod, running his tongue over his lips as he turned towards ginny. he wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but he had to admit her question had caught his attention. “yeah, it’s usually the companies trying to build a presence but i’ve been sent designer clothing before,” he explained, “is there any reason why you ask?”

#❝ ɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴇs﹐ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ — abel fioretti–badeaux ⧸ conversations ft. georgina daniels.#❝ ɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴇs﹐ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ — abel fioretti–badeaux ⧸ conversations.

ft. phillip

“if she’s got any heart, she better.” phil laughed, but quickly thought very hard about how he didn’t mean any disrespect. he did not want to be smited down by a god for making a lame joke. “now there’s an idea. that’s actually really possible considering this place, but i’m not sure how much fun you’d have hanging from the ceiling. maybe you could find someone who could make you float?”

“she has plenty of heart!” pandora's response was uncharacteristically defensive, almost as if they had something to prove. they didn’t, but that was besides the point. “and i’m short enough that i don’t think i’ll kick anyone on the head!” they continued, “i think hanging from the ceiling would be fun! do you think a zeus or aeolus child could help? maybe hecate?”

#❝ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs﹖ — pandora liu ⧸ conversations ft. phillip vargas.#❝ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs﹖ — pandora liu ⧸ conversations.

ft. yasir

Cal looked worn, and Yasir immediately knew the kind of day that the other had. There were days like this, where the body language, the slight rasp in the tired voice, were all the same. He pursed his lips and set down the wooden spoon he was using for the stir-fry and pushed himself from the kitchen counter, rounding it into the living room to sit on the arm rest of the chair Cal had retired in. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, as he did nearly every time that Cal huffed into the apartment this way, though the answer rarely varied. “…Of course I did,” after a short pause. “When don’t I?”

callum smiled at his husband, gently taking a hold of his hand and pressing a gentle kiss against the outside, before allowing it to fall back into place as he exhaled. he knew he should share more about his job than he did, but in truth, it just wasn’t that interesting. and that was definitely the main reason why he was so exhausted by the time he got home. “i stitched a lot of wounds, i placed a splint on someone who was particularly mad to learn i’m not actually a healer,” he sighed, before tilting his head to look at yasir. “never,” he laughed, “you’re too good to me.”

#❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ — callum abbas–young ⧸ conversations ft. yasir.#❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ — callum abbas–young ⧸ conversations.

ft. yasir

@unprediictability

Clad in a grey shirt and periwinkle pajama pants adorned with cartoonish depictions of dinosaurs of various greens and oranges, Yasir stood in their beautifully modern kitchen courtesy of the Moon building on Nemean Lion’s campus. The young man, as he leaned against the counter and inhaled the delicious fumes wafting from the stir-fry, could recall a conversation earlier on about whether he and his husband should choose to find a home together elsewhere, off-campus, but Cal was rather resistant to the idea and Yasir was too un-invested to argue vehemently for either side. He poked the food, stomach rumbling longingly. He tried to have dinner ready by the time Cal got home, but sometimes that was very late, there was just no telling. Yasir was at the verge of eating alone when the door opened and he spun around with a smile. “Hey there, bud.”

after a long day at work, callum was understandably exhausted. he was ready to change into his pajamas and sleep for a million years, hopefully yasir would be able to help with that. after a few minutes spent fumbling with the keys, he managed to enter the apartment, nudging the door shut with his foot. “hey babe,” he offered with a soft smile, “sorry i’m late,” he responded before promptly sinking into a chair across from his husband. “work was a lot,” he didn’t offer a further explanation, it wasn’t anything yasir would want to hear about. “did you make enough for two?”

#❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ — callum abbas–young ⧸ conversations.#❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ — callum abbas–young ⧸ conversations ft. yasir.

ft. jeremiah

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : JUST DOUGH IT W / @unprediictability

“Come on, Lincoln, you’re holding up the line.” Hand gently knocked against his son’s head, the child barely paying his father any mind as he focused on the menu. “There’s a line behind us. You gotta make a decision and quick.” There was no line, just the two of them and the worker behind the counter.

“you’re more than welcome to step out of line and i’ll help you whenever you’re ready,” pandora smiled as they leaned across the counter, “or maybe you’d like to try a sample?” this time they arched an eyebrow, “so? what’d you say? is there any flavor you’d like to try?”

#❝ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs﹖ — pandora liu ⧸ conversations ft. jeremiah kelley.#❝ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs﹖ — pandora liu ⧸ conversations.

ft. phillip

“i’m not sure how much you talk to her, but i bet she loves it.” he gives them a small thumbs up, smiling. “oh, no disagreements here. i was just thinking it’s a shame we can’t see much of the moon tonight, but you’ve gone ahead and brought it down for all of us to see!”

“i like to think it’d make her laugh,” pandora giggled, “well maybe they should just string me up like a disco ball! that way everyone can see!”

#❝ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs﹖ — pandora liu ⧸ conversations ft. phillip vargas.#❝ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs﹖ — pandora liu ⧸ conversations.

ft. jesse

. ✧ . * . ˚ with @unprediictability / pandora , lounge party.

❝ WAIT , ARE YOU– … are you the moon ? ❞ a big smile appears on his face , eventually cracking into an honest laugh . ❝ that’s really cool , panda ! your costume is huge though , are you sure you’re okay ? i wouldn’t want you to be bumping into people on accident , ❞ mainly because jesse knew it could annoy them , and he wanted pandora to have a good time just like everybody else . ❝ how do you even pee in that ?! ❞

“isn’t it?” pandora responded, a wide smile spreading across their face as they stepped forward, taking the opportunity to spin around and show off the costume in it’s glory. “i thought it looked cool,” they laughed, “fortunately, it’s pretty soft so i don’t think anyone would mind too much,” they added, though their eyebrows did briefly furrow together. “i’m not sure you want to know that.”

#❝ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs﹖ — pandora liu ⧸ conversations ft. jesse garcia.#❝ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs﹖ — pandora liu ⧸ conversations.

ft. phillip

pandora // @unprediictability

“you’re really taking stargazing to another level, huh? i don’t even have to look up to see the moon tonight! what made you think of that?”

pandora giggled, “it reminded me of my mom,” they explained, smiling, “plus, the moon is just cool.”

#❝ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs﹖ — pandora liu ⧸ conversations.#❝ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs﹖ — pandora liu ⧸ conversations ft. phillip vargas.

location: the sun building participants: tristan day & troy day ( @troyxdays )

"i’m starting to think we just might be able to pull this off,” tristan spoke with a laugh as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, before shifting his gaze to stare at the reflection of his brother standing behind him. “we’ve obviously nailed the looks,” he added, before ultimately turning to face troy. “now it’s a matter of whether or not you can act like me,” he pursed his lips, “of course, i won’t have any problems acting like you. all i have to do is carry a tennis racket and throw the occasional fit.”

#❝ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ — tristan day ⧸ conversations.#❝ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ — tristan day ⧸ conversations ft. troy day.

CYRUS TAN opted to take the easy way out by throwing on a bed sheet and calling themselves a ghost. the sunglasses are to hide their poor attempt of making eye holes. and featuring the ghouls just want to have fun sweatshirt they’re wearing underneath!

#❝ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍɪʟᴅ — cyrus tan ⧸ about.#❝ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ɪs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ — cyrus tan ⧸ visual.

ABEL FIORETTI-BADEAUX will be attending the halloween bash, dressed as his own sexy interpretation of cupid- complete with a toy bow & arrow.

#nlevent004 #❝ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀʀᴄɪssɪsᴍ — abel fioretti–badeaux ⧸ about.#❝ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴏᴛ. ʙᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ. — abel fioretti–badeaux ⧸ visual.

ft. zay

cyrus // @unprediictability

“you know, i always wanted to learn how to surf but i never could afford the lessons at ocean city. plus we didn’t go often enough to maintain it,” zay says conversationally as he walks onto the beach, eager to go for a swim. “now i don’t really have an excuse, guess i just prefer swimming.”

cyrus’ eyebrows furrowed, their head cocked to the side as they looked at their half brother. “is this some sort of roundabout way of asking for surfing lessons?” they ultimately responded, still not entirely sure that they’d grasped zay’s point. “you could’ve just asked. i’d do it for free,” they laughed.

#❝ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴄᴏsᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ — cyrus tan ⧸ conversations ft. isaiah sweet.#❝ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴄᴏsᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ — cyrus tan ⧸ conversations.

a pandora liu edit

↳ incorrect quotes addition

#❝ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀʟғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ... ʜᴀʟғ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ — pandora liu ⧸ about.#*made by maeve

ft. gigi

. ✧ . * . ˚ gigi’s birthday ! ft. @unprediictability

❝ NO MORE TRAINING FOR YOU , mon cher . it’s my special day and the lady of the hour demands attention ! ❞ gigi informed with a bright grin , giving herself permission to interrupt whatever it was tristan might have planned for his day . ❝ you didn’t forget my birthday , right ? ❞

“b-but-” tristian pretended to protest before allowing a laugh to escape from his lips as he dropped his jump rope. “only for your gigi,” he responded, this time running his hand through his hair. “of course not,” he responded, “i just thought i’d get a quick workout in.”

#❝ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ — tristan day ⧸ conversations.#❝ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ — tristan day ⧸ conversations ft. gigi gautier.

ft. sibel

THE GIRL GASPS UPON HEARING someone else’s voice , snapping out of her thougts and nearly dropping her phone in the process . thank the gods for her quick reflexes ! ❝ oh , um , yeah ! how did you know ? ❞ she asks curiously , head tilting to the side . then , she raises her brows at their offer . ❝ you mean … like a picture of you ? i- … i’m not sure that would work . it’s not that i don’t think you’re pretty or anything , don’t get me wrong ! i just , ❞ a small shrug , hand reaching up to tuck a lock hair behind her ear . ❝ i don’t usually post pictures of people … ❞ especially people she doesn’t feel attached to .

“i didn’t mean to be nosy, it’s just that i’d recognize an instagram feed anywhere,” abel laughed, “oh no. while i’m sure a picture of me would boost your likes, i was thinking we’d take a picture together,” they laughed, their cheeks turning a light rosy color, “what do you post pictures of?”

#❝ ɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴇs﹐ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ — abel fioretti–badeaux ⧸ conversations ft. sibel eren.#❝ ɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴇs﹐ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ — abel fioretti–badeaux ⧸ conversations.

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