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imaginitiive‌:

Mariam stood at the cosily decorated stall at one of the signature Christmas markets that sprung up on the weekends leading up to the twenty-fifth. She was there for the Rainbow Trust Children’s Charity and the stall was packed with sweaters, socks, Christmas cards and all kinds of little trinkets and presents. She had a stylish woollen coat wrapped around her, her scarf tucked inside to shield herself from the cold. “Hello there! Do you need any more Christmas presents for the family? We have got some wonderful ones here, and all proceeds go to the Rainbow Trust Children’s Charity.”

Bodhi looked up at the sound of the woman’s voice, setting a pair of the sock she’d been examining neatly down in the place she had picked it up from. “As much as I’d like to say I totally had all my Christmas shopping finished and done...I can’t lie either.” She admitted sheepishly as she offered the woman a warm smile. Her own attire was pretty similar to the other woman’s and frankly half of London had realised the necessity of layers for bracing the frigid winds while the other half remained safely inside. “And when it’s for a good cause. At this point, I might just get my parents matching sweaters and say it’s because I think they’d look cute.”

#( mariam. )#( bodhi & mariam. )#( bodhithreads. )#( imaginitiive. )

emrysdavies‌:

“Glad to hear it.” Rys chuckled, shaking his head a little, but replied with a grin on his face, “a successful night out with you sounds dangerous.” He took a another his from his whiskey only slightly wincing as the alcohol seeped into the still raw cut on his lip. “Well, it was close but we missed a couple of conversions.” He shrugged, “I know I’ll never play for Wales and we’re not in a big league, but it still it’s not fun to give everything and still lose.”

“A successful night out with me is dangerous. An unsuccessful night will probably end up with a body in a morgue. In fact, spending time with me, in general, is a safety hazard. Don’t say you ain’t been warned, fella.” Liam said with a smirk before leaning across and grabbing the man’s shoulder lightly. “You’ll get ‘em next time. Aim high, do good shit. Tickle some balls in the scrum. That’s how rugby works ain’t it?” He joked before plucking up his drink again.

#( emrys. )#( liam & emrys. )#( emrysdavies. )#( liamthreads. )

pvnctum‌:

Though sober Naomi certainly tended to get into some weird or questionable things, STONED Naomi was a whole other sight to behold. She became a far more entertaining version of herself when the weed kicked in, though at this point in time it wasn’t a HUMAN she was attempting to engage –– it was a turtle. “Come on, you little bugger, I know you want it …”

A soft little gasp of excitement left her mouth as the turtle slowly approached the offering of broccoli she held out, and she could barely contain herself as it went to take a bite of the vegetable. “I was HOPING he’d be a vegetarian considering all I’ve got on me is this broccoli,” she said to no one in particular.

Finley just stood and laughed. Even though it was more than clear that the other was pretty high, Finley was on her own level as usual with a couple of harder substances thrown in. It wasn’t exactly an unusual day for her to be buzzing off her tits but it was always a fun one. {If the lil turtle don’t want your broccoli then you can’t force feed the little wanker.” She teased as she crouched down next to the other and looked at the animal with utter fascination. “He looks so...dinosaur.”

#( naomi. )#( finley & naomi. )#( pvnctum. )

emrysdavies‌:

“It’s worse than it looks… and I’m not a violent person, I promise, you’re safe to sit there.” Emrys looked up at the person hesitating beside him at the bar, trying to look as soft as he could. (Which was teddy bear soft, with his big brown eyes.) He’d played rugby the previous day and he was looking a little worse for wear after taking a few heavy tackles.

“Mate, I’m not even phased. You should see my marks after a successful night out. Like thirteen rounds with the late Muhammad Ali.” Liam said with a laugh as he slumped down onto the stool and pulled his pint from across the bar closer. He eyed the man only momentarily before pushing his hand forward across the top of his scalp. “So what’s the real damage?”

#( emrys. )#( bodhi & emrys )#( emrysdavies. )#as a rugby player i know this post is entirely accurate

zelda-r‌:

Zelda’s heels clicked on the floor as she rushed forever, her purse hanging loosely off her shoulder, her hair windblown and her cheeks red with exertion. “Sorry, sorry,” she apologized, a smile coming to her face. “My middle name should be ‘Tardy’ these days, really. My last client kept me for quite a while.”

Bodhi sighed as she watched Zelda dashing toward her. It was always something with her and the young woman knew that she no longer needed to ask for an excuse or even think to want one. “Doesn’t really have much of a ring to it so I think we should keep your name as it is.” She joked before shrugging. “Shit happens. You’re just lucky I’m a patient, wonderful person.”

#( zelda. )#( bodhi & zelda. )#( zelda-r. )

[ SEYCHELLE GABRIEL ] —— [ FINLEY BALISTRERI ] is a [ TWENTY-FOUR ] year old [ BARTENDER AT SHE BAR ]. They identify as a [ PANSEXUAL & FEMALE ] and I’ve heard that they’re [ LOYAL & PASSIONATE ] but can also be [ DESTRUCTIVE & IMPULSIVE ]. [ SHE ] has been living in London for [ FIVE YEARS ] and has since been known as the [ BURNOUT ].

tw: drugs & substance abuse

#( finley. )#( muse. )#( about. )#londonhq:intro

brittleglassheart‌:

“I have no idea why but there’s this cat that’s decided it now lives on my balcony. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a cute cat and if I didn’t have Atlas to deal with, I’d keep her but I’m pretty sure she might belong to someone.” Cael told the other as he showed them a picture of the creature he’d been feeding. “You don’t happen to know where she came from, do you?”

Bodhi smiled widely as she looked at the picture of the cat on Cael’s phone. She had never been a huge animal person purely because her family had never owned one but she liked them enough. “It’s adorable, honestly. Maybe you should put up one of those posts on Facebook and see if she has an owner? Or just....adapt and keep her.”

#( bodhithreads. )#( cael. )#( bodhi & cael. )#( brittleglassheart. )

joleighraina‌:

There were certain things that Joleigh would never tire of in London. One of such things was moonlit walks along the River Thames with a warm thermos of tea. She had been strolling for the better part of an hour when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye toward the Festival Pier. She slowed her gait and veered that way, eyes searching for the source of the movement. When her eyes finally landed upon the humanoid figure in the shadows, Joleigh smirked. “What brings you to Festival pier at this hour?”

London was fucking cold. Everywhere was fucking cold and Liam cursed several times as he tightened his scarf. Why hadn’t he stayed in the pub where it was nice and warm? At least the several pints he’d drunk were taking the edge off he supposed. He was blowing hot breath on to his bare hands when he heard the voice and turned. “Oh, you know...the entrancing sights. The pigeon shit. The sounds of sirens and angry cyclists. Or was I suppose to say something whimsical?” He asked with a chuckle. “And how about you? On an adventure?”

#( joleigh. )#( liam & joleigh. )#( liamthreads. )#( joleighraina. )

katecalvert‌:

“How disappointing.” Katherine replied playfully, giving a nod to his question. “That would be wonderful, actually.” Her eyes trailed the man as he made her drink, watching his body language. “Rough day?” She’d seen him a few times before when she’s come here looking for Johns but she’d never actually talked to this bartender. Why, she wasn’t sure.

“Oh, I am nothing but disappointing so...” Liam said with a chuckle before setting about mixing her drink with practised precision. Even if he was more of a supervisor of his own business rather than hands on it was still his most successful trade. “Oh no, not at all. I love every day I spend in one of my bars helping out lost staff rather than getting smashed. Here. On the house.” He grinned as he slid the drink across the bar.

#( katherine. )#( katecalvert. )#( liam & katherine. )#( liamthreads. )

pvnctum‌:

“So you punch people for a living but you won’t do it now?” Monica looked somewhat exasperated, though curiosity filled her eyes soon after at the suggestion of humiliation. “What are we talking here? It has to be way better than a punch would have been.”

“Yeah. I can’t let my image of competitiveness and violence for the sake of sport be tainted by becoming some thug.” Estella explained with a laugh, noting the woman’s expression and adapting an amused one of her own. “Ruin his manhood. Embarrassment. C’mon, that shit sticks with you forever. Bruises fade. Broken noses fix.”

#( pvnctum. )#( monica. )#( estella & monica. )#( estella threads. )

maggiefowler‌:

She smirked, hearing the woman’s joking tone. “I know! I really have to explore my surroundings more and take vacations in my own backyard.” She smiled. “Have you lived in London long?” she asked.

“Wow, backyard vacations in London. Can you imagine? I think that might revolutionize the minds of a lot of people around these parts. Most people I know around here aren’t even aware what a holiday is.” Estella said with a soft laugh before she nodded. “A few years now. Gotta admit I love it. You?”

#( estella threads. )#( estella & maggie. )#( maggie. )#( maggiefowler. )

rcnegcdes‌:

The soft scratch of her pencil against paper soothed her in some way as she dragged a knee up towards her chest and pressed her cheek against it gently; she scribbled doodles in the margins of her notebook as she blindly reached for her coffee with her free hand. She heard the crash of the cup breaking against the floor and reached for a handful of napkins as a familiar anxiety welled up in her chest. She knelt to clean the mess and her eyes drifted towards the person who’d been occupying the space next to her, looking up at them through her lashes with a bashful expression, “I’m really sorry— I didn’t get any of that on you, did I? It just— th-that was an accident.”

Caffeine and the ambient hum of a coffee shop had become a sort of refuge for the young woman. Even though her life was looking up, her head was also beginning to get way ahead of her and she wasn’t sure how to make it stop. She could lose herself in people watching in places like this while the sound of chatter and typing and pens on paper flooded her ears. And the smashing of glasses and the scuffle of hurried feet. “Well, I didn’t assume you’d be throwing mugs at me on purpose,” Bodhi remarked quietly as she offered the woman a tight smile before she crouched down as well and brushed her hands over bits of the broken ceramic, attempting to scoop it up. “Stop fretting. Own the fact you nailed making a scene.”

#( rcnegcdes. )#( bodhithreads. )#( mackenzie. )#( bodhi & mac. )

katecalvert‌:

The fog from the day hadn’t dissipated as the sun set over London. Katherine had the day off from the grocery store but that didn’t stop her from working. Dressed in a casual outfit, she scoped out the bar nearest to the hotel she used as her go-to and stepped up toward the bar. “One screaming orgasm please.” She spoke to the bartender with a grin, watching the person beside her for any sort of reaction to the order.

What was it with his bloody employees and demanding he actually come into his own bars and do some work? Disgraceful. There were so many steins to down at Winter Wonderland that he was missing out on because of their inability to cope by themselves. Yet, he couldn’t complain that much. Sighing softly, he placed a polished class under the bar and turned to the woman that approach. “Oh darlin’, I couldn’t even give you a whispered orgasm.” He said stiffly before he snorted at his own joke and grabbed a cocktail mixer. “Extra strong to get through the cold day?”

#( liam & katherine. )#( katherine. )#( katecalvert. )#( liamthreads. )

maggiefowler‌:

“So I did something super nerdy today and you can’t judge me, alright?” She smirked, taking a breath.

“So I went on this super cool Harry Potter walking tour where we walked around the city and went to all the locations they filmed the movies! It was so cool. I took so many photos. I mean, yes, I’ve lived here for 5 years but I really haven’t had time till now to do all the tourist stuff. I really should indulge more, I work too much.”

“Harry Potter? What’s that?” Estella joked as she lifted her coffee to her mouth and watched the other as she spoke. It was no surprise that those sort of tours existed. Every time she went to King’s Cross to grab a train she was always thrown by the number of tourists flooding in and out of the Harry Potter store or getting their photo taken at Platform nine and three quarters. “If you enjoyed this that much just think what else you haven’t explored yet. Cut yourself some slack and do more fun shit.”

#( estella & maggie. )#( maggie. )#( maggiefowler. )#( estella threads. )

chriswinnick‌:

The club was getting stuffy after hours spent dancing. She’d come out tonight in the hopes of finding someone to take home, to sleep with, but it had been bust so far. She’d been dancing on and off with people all night but no one had really caught and kept her eye so it was mainly solo dancing. Now she was sweaty and almost ready to call it a night, especially given how the cold weather made her ribs sore and regular nightmares had given her fits during sleep, keeping her up. But it was late enough and she’d spent enough energy that she shouldn’t have too much trouble sleeping tonight. Walking over to the bar, running a hand through her sweaty hair, she flagged down a bartender. “Water!” She ordered over the club music, and sat next to another patron at the bar while she waited.

Liam really had to learn when to stop drinking. He also had to learn to stop agreeing to go on ‘dates’ with women in their mid-twenties. Too much energy and not enough stability or alcoholic ability to last out the night. So now he was sat alone at the bar, nursing a drink in his hands and wondering why the booming music was making it so easy for him to want to leave. But he was probably about two pints too deep to make an easy exit so he stayed where he was and continued to pour alcohol into his throat. When a woman came up next to him and called out for water, he frowned when the bartender seemed to skirt further up the bar. With a sigh, Liam smiled at her and then stood up. With no concerns he leant over the bar top and grabbed a large glass and the pump tap, filling the beaker with water. “Shit service.” He said over the music as he set it in front of her and then returned to his own stool.

#( chriswinnick. )#( liam & chris. )#( christian. )

chasingmcvericks‌:

Sonia stepped out of the museum, old leather satchel over her shoulder as she called out a farewell to the curatorial assistant at the door. As part of her work at the library, Sonia had been developing relationships with similar but smaller institutions in Europe to build a network of collection access for researchers. Not that she would ever admit it, but it was partly for the pleasure of getting to visit and research the collections herself. Pulling her scarf around her neck a little tighter in the cool autumn London breeze, she headed towards the tube, intending to get it across town to the coffee shop and home. Seeing a figure heading towards the steps of the museum, she called out to them. “They’ve just closed, I’m so sorry!” Taking a few steps towards them she smiled, pointing down the road. “The British Museum is open until 8.30pm tonight, I’m headed that way if you would like to join me?”

Bodhi still found new ways to occupy herself in this city, even if it had been her home for her entire life. She usually listened to suggestions from people she knew and on this particular day she’d taken some old advice from a girl she’d connected with on Tinder back in the day. A slightly curious way to get a tip but a very Bodhi one none-the-less. She was about to jog up the steps when the voice stopped her and she turned quickly, narrowing her eyes in Sonia’s direction. “Oh. I must have got my times mixed up. Thank you...” She said slowly as she descended back down a few steps and followed the other’s indication. “Is it good there? Because if you say yes then I’m down to join.”

#( chasingmcvericks. )#( bodhi & sonia. )#( sonia. )

pvnctum‌:

“HEY, hey –– yeah, you –– I’ll give you twenty pounds if you go over and punch out that douchebag wearing the red tie.”

“Well uh....I can’t really....I kind of punch people for a living and this seems like it would only get me in a bunch of trouble. Especially for a twenty. Can’t we just...humiliate him?”

#( pvnctum. )#( monica. )#( estella & monica. )

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