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gwen-pleakley:
Gwen perused the bookstore, looking for new books she could read before the next academic year and add to her syllabus. If she happened to wind up in the romance section, that was purely on accident. And if she happened to pick up a book titled “How To Spice Up Your Love Life: A Guide for Lonely Lovers”, that was probably an accident too.
At least, that’s what she would claim when she saw someone was noticing her looking at the book. Frantically shoving it back on the shelf, she forced a nervous laugh. “Oh my goodness, can you believe the kinds of things that get published nowadays?”
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he bored out of his mind and found himself in a book store. aisle after aisle he walked own, absentmindedly pushing books from the shelves in an attempt to cure his boredom. that’s when he found someone looking at a very specifically titled book. lock sniggered a laugh at her. “marriage that dull for you?” his eyebrow shot up at the book she had hurried to put away.
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brodenbarrelborror:
Barrel was skateboarding down the street, contemplating what he should do with the rest of the day. The world seemed to answer the question for him when he noticed a person on the ground up ahead. Slowing his pace, he craned his neck to determine whether the person was injured or in need of help, but from this distance it was hard to tell.
In the end, he kicked the skateboard up under his arm and jogged over, calling out, “Hey, are you alright?”
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he hadn’t been well lately, but he’d had enough of being stuck indoors. he was sure he’d likely get a lecture from his dad but lock was never one for listening to rules. flash forward to his current scenario, he probably should’ve listened to the rules. lock had been setting off firecrackers near people at every opportunity and he was loving it. he was having the time of his life but then he started to feel those all too familiar chest pains. lock crouched down and took deep breaths, hoping the pain would subside.
“barrel? shit man, you gotta help”
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pegasusstxrm:
the first town event he attended did not go down the way he thought it would. it was traumatic. people in coma’s, people dead?! insanity. pure insanity.
he hadn’t slept much since that night, the night replaying over in his head like the starting roll of a movie. pegasus made his sixth coffee of the morning and made his way out to his front porch. with a blanket wrapped around him and a cigarette hanging out his mouth, pegasus perched down on a chair and lit up his smoke.
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lock was rolling home to likely get an earful from his dad about him staying out all night, the least he could get was a cigarette for the road. if he was going to be yelled at by his dad then he might as well make it worthwhile. by pure luck, he was passing nearby and spotted a familiar face out on his porch “yo pinto! you got a spare smoke i can bum?” he hollered over to the chef.
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minniemyshkin:
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Minnie stared at the clock on the phone. She had to make a decision: did you swallow her pride, pay her bill, and go home in shame, or did she stick around a bit longer, until there might at least be a shift change with the staff? Frozen in her indecisiveness, Minnie was brought back down to earth by a familiar voice.
The disappointment in her face could probably be seen from across town. As if her night could get any worse, now Logan had showed up. She wiped at her eyes carefully with the tips of her fingers in an effort to not smudge her make up. The last thing she needed was for Logan to pick on her looks in this moment, on top of everything else.
“I’m fine,” Minnie said in a voice that wavered a bit more than she would have liked. No matter how much anyone ever tried to hide being upset, their voice, even in the most stoic people, was always an instant tell, and Minnie was easy enough to read on a good day.
“Let’s just get to you making fun of me, I know I’m the big joke in the room right now, and it’ll become gossip by tomorrow, I’d rather hear it from you first.”
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on any other day he wouldn’t blame her for being disappointed to see him. in fact, right now he didn’t blame her either. it wasn’t like the two of them had got off on a good foot. she was prim and proper and he was a hellion.
“no you’re not. don’t lie, it doesn’t suit you” he noted. “being upset over some asshole who doesn’t show up for you doesn’t suit you either.” it was an olive branch and a peace offering, but he meant it. he would tell himself that it was him still getting better from his last illness that had him going soft on her. in reality it was more likely the fact that she was visibly upset and it had somehow managed to strike a chord in him. “anyone who does that to you isn’t worth your time, myshkin. you should remember that.”
lock rolled his eyes and let out a sigh “i’m not here to make fun of you.” he thought that much was obvious. by that point the waitress had returned and placed their drinks down in front of them. lock dismissing her before she could make another sly remark towards the woman across the table from him. “i was reading nearby and let’s just say i put two and two together that you were waiting for someone and that someone wasn’t showing. seemed shitty to leave you here yourself” he shrugged like he hadn’t just came to the aid of someone who saw him as a nemesis.
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Jenna Ortega as Wednesday Addams in Wednesday 1.01
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Wednesday Ep. 1 (2022)
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minniemyshkin:
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It was embarrassing.
Humiliating, even.
Minnie Myshkin knew better. Minnie Myshkin knew not to get hopeful, or spend two hours getting ready, or spend a week practicing everything she wanted to say. She was serious, in control, and ambitious.
She was also sitting alone in a booth at the bar, keeping her head glued to her phone, if not just to avoid the awkward,knowing glances of the waitress who had stopped asking her if anyone was coming, and instead brought her a pity plate of fried pickles.
Minnie could feel her face run hot as her eyes began to well with tears. She swallowed hard, forcing all of her will not to give in and cry.
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lock was at the bar when he’d first seen the arrival of the woman that frequently scolded him every time they crossed paths. he mentally concluded that she looked real good and must be going on a date. he didn’t think anything of it and went back to his drink and the book he was reading.
lock was at the bar when he looked up with mild shock when he saw that an hour later she was still sitting there alone and looking cut up over it and desperately trying to hide it. it also didn’t help that she had the one judgemental waitress who was sending her look after look and making snarky comments.
closing his book over, he slipped into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and slipped out his chair. he took a route round the bar that kept him hidden from the waitress and made his way to the front door, pretending to making his late arrival. he took his last turn and slipped into the empty side of the booth “hey babe, sorry for being so late. car troubles just outside of town and my phone died, i sprinted here as fast as i could” he acted, speaking loud enough for the waitress to hear him and check her attitude before approaching the table again to ask them both if they wanted another round of drinks. “i’ll have whatever the lady is having and make it a double, i’ve got some grovelling to do to make it up to her”
he waited for the waitress to leave before he leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “hey myshkin, you okay?” he asked quietly between them. on the contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t a total piece of shit. he wasn’t sure why he’d came to the rescue of her, maybe this was his way of a peace offering, all he knew what that he couldn’t see her sitting at a table alone, she didn’t deserve that.
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adropofgoldenrachelx:
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Rachel was itching to get her nose stuck into every activity listed on the board, and part of that involved roping herself into helping with every activity on the board too. Somehow, Rachel ended up with her arms full of things to set up for a water sport game (though what half of this stuff was, she had no idea) while everyone else had apparently disappeared the moment there was a task at hand, leaving her to it mostly herself.
Rachel struggled, barely keeping her footing as she took her wares downhill toward the water. (Flip-flops were probably not the best footwear for this task, in hindsight). “Excuse me? Hi–” Rachel said quickly, to the person nearest who looked empty handed. “Can you– Oh god!” Oh no, everything was crumbling before her eyes. Floaties tumbled, paddles thumped against each other. A calamity if ever there was one. “Help?“
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when the announcement came about the camp idea, lock had signed up to a load of activities, hoping to cause chaos wherever he may be. however, by the time the camp had rolled round he had found himself being disqualified from all the activities involving any physical strain thanks to his most recent stay in redwood hospital - both dad and doctor decision making much to his annoyance.
sitting sulking on the grass nearby, he watched someone struggling with the equipment they were carrying. normally he would trip the person up but as if on cue everything had went tumbling to the ground in spectacular fashion. he didn’t care to help and made no effort to move. “why do you have all of that if you can’t carry it?”
it wasn’t a denial of help, it wasn’t entirely an agreement either.
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