#[ ft. everett ]

[theobrowningfd]

Merry Christmas @everettellington. My oldest and closest friend, I hope you have a great holiday. I got you a fishing kit complete with spices and recipes, a whiskey decanter (complete with a glass fish because why the heck not!?), and lastly a fire extinguisher mini bar because, would you expect anything less from me!? Cheers to over thirty years of friendship, looking forward to thirty more!

Your friend,

Theo

[jawbrkrs]

𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 — wild,  unpredictable  ,  but  with  moments  of  unexpected  tenderness  that  she  cherished  more  than  he  could  ever  know  .  "  trust  me  I  know  ,  that  why  I  keep  your  around  for  your  looks  and  not  your  brain  .  "  the  tosses  back  playfully  ,  allowing  him  to  fully  take  her  hand  in  his  .  a  calming  force  ,  she  had  to  admit  .  "  no  —  more  like  you  and  me  in  ...  a  compromising  position.  but  it'll  be  fake  of  course  !  "  FAKE.  she  emphasized  the  word  'fake,'  making  sure  he  caught  the  crucial  detail  .  "  just  to  get  people  talking  ,  maybe  we  get  caught  making  out  on  a  boat  or  something?  that  seems  very  2007  lindsa.y  l.ohan  right  ?  "  brow  eyes  sparkled  with  mischief  ,  conjuring  up  images  of  a  prime  era  for  scandal—exactly  the  kind  of  buzz  she  needed  .  "  you  in  or  ,  you  going  to  leave  me  hanging  ?  "  daring  him  to  jump  into  the  whirlpool  of  her  latest  scheme  .

sitting  with  his  back  against  the  chair  with  the  expression  of  full  confidence  in  his  suggestion.  honestly,  he  was  grateful  for  their  prolonged  years  of  friendship  since  it  was  a�� steady  foundation  for  his  taste  in  humor.  she  knew  he  was  being  harmless  and  her  response  only  made  him  thinking  of  more  ways  to  poke  at  her  buttons.  "  okay  first  of  all,  "  he  leaned  over  to  gently  hold  her  hand  in  his  own.  force  of  habit  when  he  notices  a  change  in  her  expression.  "  you  know  thinking  gives  me  a  headache."  the  male's  words  were  still  on  the  humored  side  even  though  his  overall  tone  was  genuinely  explaining  it  to  her.  "  alright  alright.  you  know  people  are  strange  things,  you'll  have  to  do  something  attention  worthy  if  you  want  to  solidify  that  fast.  "  the  programmer  sat  in  comfortable  silence  until  she  spoke  up.  "  with  me?  like  me  behind  the  camera  or  [  .  .  .  ]  ?  "  slowly,  his  hand  started  to  retreat  back  into  his  personal  space.  thick  brows  forming  wrinkles  in  the  middle  of  his  forehead  as  he  was  a  bit  confused  on  his  position.

[endoferasandallthings]

Ophelia by John Everett Millais // I Felt Younger When We Met by Waterparks

[zaynsharma]

the way they normally used to hang out on busy weeks was going to their favourite restaurant, a place where lights were dim, the burgers were nice, and they were surrounded by people their age. for zayn, that was the definition of a great time. he was leaning against his seat, his arm over the couch-like bench as he looked at hudson across the table. "i don't know man, is it weird that the youngest sister is the one leaving the nest earlier?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips, "it's crazy she's living with a random guy, and that she told you that before she told me that same information." @hudson-everett

[zarasharma]

zara was rarely at her parents' place during the weekdays, as she lived with her roommate in a building closer to the campus. however, during the weekdays, the younger sharma made her parents' place her own. she was alone, waiting for someone to give her some attention as the little sister she is, when she heard the doorbell ringing. walking to the door, she was surprised to see her brother's best friend there, although she was used to seeing him during the weekends or whenever he came to visit zayn. "did you get lost, hudson?" she asked playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "zayn isn't home yet, didn't he tell you that?" / @hudson-everett

[angclsharma]

angel couldn't quite explain why she had agreed to the idea of getting a random tattoo with her friends. it wasn't about getting matching tattoos, but rather about sharing the experience of going to a tattoo parlor together. initially, the whole concept seemed a little crazy to her, but perhaps it was the influence of seeing someone with numerous tattoos that had sparked her curiosity. she attempted to sound nonchalant as she mentioned knowing a tattoo parlor, even though she knew that hudson, her brother's best friend, worked there and could very well be present at that moment. as they arrived at the tattoo parlor, angel's dark eyes scanned the place, hoping to catch a glimpse of hudson amidst the hustle and bustle. her friend engaged in a conversation with the artist, who warmly welcomed them inside. immediately, they began flipping through a folder filled with various stencils and design ideas. angel finally made eye contact with hudson, and she simply smiled at him before joining her friends. her heart raced in her chest, a mix of nerves and excitement intertwining within her.

"hmm, i think i like this one," the brunette mused, pointing to a simple yet appealing design. the group quickly came to a decision, and all angel could focus on was not looking directly at hudson. however, her attention was suddenly captured when she heard the question: "who wants to be first?" angel turned to look at hudson, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "with him?" she asked, seeking confirmation from the man who had welcomed them inside. he nodded, introducing hudson by name. "good luck, girls," angel said with a smile, turning to face her friends. she playfully mouthed the words, "i got the hot one," before letting out a soft chuckle. with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she walked towards hudson. "surprise," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and intrigue. @hudson-everett

[buried-in-autumn-leaves]

Sorry can't talk rn I'm dragging Everett on the worst double dates in existence.

[hedonistiics]

starter for: @petalruined

pairing: brandon & cerys

they had dated for a while now and while brandon usually wasn't a patient or caring man, something about her made him want to be. they lay in his bed in the master bedroom at his lavish home, cerys naked beneath him. it was the first time they'd gotten this far and although he knew he should take it slow, brandon had reached a state where he could no longer control his urges. his cock slid back and forth through her pussy, the tip grazing her clit with every shallow thrust and a groan escaped him. attempting to control himself, his lips sucked on her lower one, his breathing heavy, "i can't wait any longer, baby." he'd never been more certain of anything in his life. even if she asked him to stop, he wouldn't be able to, his cock aching and drooling at the prospect of being inside her. "i have to put it in," brandon spoke through gritted teeth, moving his hand between them and beginning to guide his cock between towards her entrance.

[kiillmeromantically]

@exsanguinatc sent: # (for Annika and Kaidan, Aiyla and Everett, and Aspen and Akira)

from: here (still accepting)

Kaiden:

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: goofball ❤️

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: (x)

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: her phone is always on vibrate. literally always. unless he steals it to change the ringtone, it's on vibrate!

my muses last text to your muse: wanted to wish you luck babe! kick ass tonight! wish i could be there but my flight has been delayed. i'll be waiting for you at home with a bottle of champagne and a nice hot bath!!!

Aiyla:

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: angel

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: (x)

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: the generic ringtone that came with the phone. he's honestly too lazy to change it.

my muses last text to your muse: i'm starting to think that i'm going to end up moving into your place if this keeps up. i'm swinging by and i'm bringing you donuts because i'm starved and you deserve to have something sweet for once.

Akira

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Drama Queen

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: (x)

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: redeemer (admiral's arms)

my muses last text to your muse: ....are you going to explain why i came home to find brand new furniture in my home and black out curtains? because this was not discussed and how the hell did you even get in???

[ohstorm]

@graverises ( will ) : your skin's always so cold.

hand   jerks   back,         a   frown   gracing   features   as   he   stares   at   will.         ❝         that's   a   little   rude   .         are   you   judging   my   circulatory   system   ?      ❞         was   it   a   deflection   ?      yeah   ,   it   was.         would   it   work   ?      probably   not.         they   grin   ,   a   sly   little   thing   that   shows   his   pearly   whites.      they   were   sharp   ,         a   little   too   sharp.         something   about   them   is   just   inhuman.         but   he   doesn't   think   to   hide   them.      not   when   he's   already   so   comfortable   with   the   other.         he   was   forgetting   things      –      things   he   was   supposed   to   do   to   keep   himself   safe.      to   keep   his   secret   safe.            ❝         it   may   not   be   as   good   as   yours   ,   but   it   works.      hmph.         ❞         tone   is   playful,      teasing.

[kennedyxwarren]

who: kennedy & @everettellington

where: the snowflake gala

when: january 25th, 2024

"Is this what it's like being an art critic?" Kennedy asked no one in specific about admiring a photograph set at Black Creek that one of the local artists captured. She had never been one for art appreciation before, but she saw it in a new light, with different mediums displayed along the walls, each one different in its own perspective whether it be through a lens or through intricate painting. Taking a sip of champagne, she caught the eye of someone nearby. "Because I may need to change professions."

[vampyriix]

lil oc doodle yipee

[scftlightz]

❝ —tag dump for EVERETT EARNSHAW ! ❞ 🌿

* everett 〳ship

* everett 〳visuals

* everett 〳musing

* everett 〳wants

* everett 〳texts

* everett 〳thread

* everett 〳ft. 

* everett 〳verse ( + ) 

* everett 〳listen

* everett 〳connection

[willowswriting]

Growing up bouncing around from place to place Wren had always been firm believer that home wasn't simply a place but instead the people you felt safest with. "There's no need to regret it in the morning." She smiled at Everett "You feel like home too." She smiled, leaning closer to the male, bumping shoulders with him gently. Their friendship had started over their mutual admiration for the arts and had only flourished the more Wren dragged him along on her adventures. Where she made it her duty to draw out his more adventurous side he manage to mellow out her crazy. The two were simply a match made in heaven.

open to : anyone @indiestarter muse : everett moore (28, he/him, bisexual, barista & painter) plot : based one one of the memes here. your muse is a close friend of his, that friend that probably drags him out to parties or social events so he doesn't mope around the house all day and tries to stop him from being such a grump all the time

everett wasn't often one to go to parties. in fact, if it were up to him, he wouldn't have gone at all. but his best friend had shown up to his house saying that they were going and he had no choice. he could never say no to them. so he'd put on a slightly niver outfit and left with them. a few hours later, he was probably too many beers deep and sitting with them on the sofa of the home the party was in. he smiled, “you know, i might regret this after the hangover, but right now, i need you to know that… being with you feels like home.”

[satinssheets]

Closed starter for @fcundaticnsofdecay Natalia & Everett Based on: I'm thinking like this kind of vibe?

A few business classes at her local community college and years of waiting tables had culminated in Natalia putting every cent she'd been saving since she was sixteen into opening a coffee shop. A coffee shop that had yet to turn a real profit, and probably would have already gone under if Talia hadn't found an alternate income. She only worked at the club three or four nights a week--enough to keep all of the bills paid and keep the few employees she had--but when she was there she was almost an entirely different person. Her skin glistened under the light as she slipped into one of the VIP rooms, deep red lips pressed into a sultry smile. "Usually it takes a couple dances before anyone asks for a private show," her voice was colored with amusement, as she stood with a hand on her hip in a lacy red lingerie set and six inch heels. "Didn't want to give the other girls a shot tonight?"