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[mackmontgomery]

Mack: Is it all you can think about now Mack: That unsettling naked skittle @eternalconsxlationprize

Colton: I'm honestly trying man Colton: That was so wrong my mind almost blocked the memory Colton: Thanks for reviving the nightmare @mackmontgomery

[zimwy]

from here with @eyesofthehawk.

' you know i'm a sniper, right? ' there is an air of offense to bucky's rebuttal, like he disliked the insinuation there was no talent or skill in his marksmanship. it took him years to perfect his aim, to account for wind resistance, the curve of the earth, the reactionary movement of a target. but it goes otherwise uncontested; bucky didn't mind adhering to barton's preference for now, and he doubted he intended such a fuss. (though, truthfully, he could never be sure; clint so liked pushing his buttons that bucky wasn't always able to determine where his sincerity lied).

bucky passes the cannister to his mechanized hand, the grip of his fingers thinly layered in silicone preventing the glass from slipping. ' organophosphorus compound. ' he responds, plating shifting and whirring noisily. energy receptors in the arm charge in preparation for an easy toss. ' nerve agent. it's modified sarin. isolated just to induce paralysis, and not the stuff that'll kill you. ' he locks eyes with clint, nods slightly.

' on my count. three.. two.. one.. now. '

the cannister rockets through the air with seemingly little wind up, arcing perfectly into the crowd.

[reggiellewellyn]

reggie 📱 peter.

Reggie: You know, you could make a real killing if you were spinning those decks in Ibiza Reggie: Have you ever considered 👀 @peterbasara

[ravirussell]

for: @aurorabaystarter

where: dealer's choice!

Armed with a tennis racket in hand and a ball, Ravi let the fuzzy green sphere roll along the strings as he sought out an appropriate space to practice. Like most temptations, wanting to actually hit the ball got the better of him and his swing serve accidentally launched the ball further than he had anticipated.

"Hey! Duck!"

[nomadjones]

Dallas: That's still plenty to write home about in my books. Dallas: What's it a remake of? Anything I'd know? Dallas: I warn you, my movie knowledge is pretty limited. Dallas: Do you prefer it here then? @romanphoenix

roman: actor lifestyle, what can i say? i lucked out, for sure.

roman: all wrapped now and it's basically a remake of something, so nothing to fully write home about.

roman: it really is and honestly, i kinda miss london sometimes but there wasn't much for me there since i turned like twenty-one. i honestly enjoy all the different cultures.

[manslaught]

brittany's going to be severely fucking disappointed in her if she knew that this is where mikayla decided to go at the end of her date— and yet, mikayla can't find it in herself to care as she stands in front of @ladyintree's door, a box of food from the restaurant in her hand. she never actually confirmed she'd be coming over, but tai made it pretty clear the day before that she wanted her to, so mikayla just hopes she's not intruding, that tai actually meant it. when tai answers the door, mikayla doesn't let herself smile, not wanting to seem too eager to see her, biting down on the inside of her cheek to stop herself. “ hi. ”

[buddywellls]

buddy 📲 lorna.

Buddy: You're a difficult woman to get a hold of, you know that? @dilcne

[ziggykyeons]

ziggy 📲 benji.

Ziggy: You're STILL here???😭 @benj-hyun

[ziggykyeons]

"That could be fun and a little vampiric."

Try as he may to resist, he enjoyed the Twilight movies just as much as the next person who refused to admit that while never protesting hard enough when any was the suggested watch on a movie night.

He takes up his carving knife again and does his best to carve a row of upper teeth with two unmistakably long fangs included.

"There. What do we think now? Improved?"

@ninaxgray

"I am wise." Nina smirks, grabbing the stalk of her Pumpkin and gently spinning it around to get the full 360 view. "I still think your pumpkin looks like it's in pain. Maybe give it some jagged teeth? Like it's gunna give you some pain?"

— @ziggykyeons

[mackmontgomery]

open for: anyone! // @aurorabaystarter

where: carnival

"I can't decide if I want to propel myself down the fun slide or yearn on the ferris wheel first," Mack says aloud, hands on his hips as he weighed up both options in his mind and found equal appeal, "Where you at with it?"

[everyfuckinwhere]

In hindsight, Melissa should have seen that entire situation coming - Roy Kent was nothing if absolutely chill in relation to most things that would send people into a frenzy, trying to be on their best behavior or just nail every moment in front of others. That was how she ended at AFC Richmond's annual benefit in a dress from frigging Zara (from three or four years prior, no less), with her make-up done at home and heels that lacked the glamour of a pair of louboutins.

The brunette had almost turned Roy's (very solid) chest into a punching bag when she realized just what happened to be the 'dinner invitation' she had accepted and how severely undressed Melissa was for the occasion - and yet, after he placed his jacket over her shoulders, no one seemed to care the lack of a designer label attached to her outfit.

All eyes were on him, after all.

The evening had been interesting, to put it mildly - the bidding wars were entertaining, the top shelf alcohol got tongues loose and the music number was pretty damn good. If that was how the club enticed donors for a good cause, then she would be happy to be along next year (if there was a next time...), provided her not-date warned her in advance of the proper dress code.

Roy was now right at her side, with both of them standing in front the entrance to her building - Melissa had yet to return his jacket and find her keys, looking at him with a gaze full of wonder. They did have fun, didn't they? He was a celebrity, but he was so very... Human. Just a guy with a mean scowl but the gentlest heart she had yet to seen in another. His language was no matter - Roy's actions were everything one needed to know anything about him.

"I had a really, really good time tonight," she said, smiling at him before slipping the jacket off her shoulders and already missing the warmth it provided, "Can I ask you something really personal, though?" Melissa mentioned, inhaling sharply and taking another step closer, almost as if she was trying to claim back some of that body heat, "If I steal a kiss from you despite not having won the bidding war - will it harm the children? I can't be mean to little kids, after all." // @stingslikeabee

Half-pissed from all the alcohol he drank to survive the night, Roy had opted to take Melissa home with her hand on his arm and their shoes tapping in time on the pavement. By some fucking miracle, her place was only about twenty minutes away from the event on foot, which felt like the right amount of time to allow him the benefit of hearing her ramble on and on and on.

It was an experience that simply couldn't be replicated through text. Despite the existence of emoji (God knew Roy didn't know the first fucking thing about them), no cartoon smile could capture the way Melissa's eyes glittered, or her lips curved when she was smug, or just how alive she became when she spoke.

And, God, did she speak. But this time, having invited her as a companion instead of as a product of his own guilt, Roy found himself smiling just a little bit more. A lot, even, when it was just the two of them, and he could tell her she was a fuck whenever she tried to tease him, and she could grin that bright grin and make his chest feel fucking weird.

He didn't mind it, though. Didn't mind, either, when Melissa spoke up again instead of opening the bloody door, because he expected no less from the woman who never shut her god damn mouth. Roy was happy, and that wasn't something he felt often off the pitch; the only logical thing to do would be to chase it.

And that meant raising both his brows at her as if he was surprised and saying, "So kids are where you draw the fucking line.

"Or is it because they're bloody orphans or some shit?"

Roy moved as if he were taking his jacket back, but instead curved his hand over Melissa's forearm where the fabric was folded over. He met her step with one of his own, guiding her backwards until she was a hair's breadth from being pressed against the front door of her building.

Like this, no-one else could see her, save for where her legs might peek between Roy's. Like this, there was some modicum of privacy, and Roy ducked down with a thoughtful rumble in his throat.

"You can kiss me e-thi-cal-ly, Melissa," he said, emphasising each syllable. "In fact, since you were too fucking slow--"

Riding that high, Roy leaned in and kissed her: simple at first, then firm, then tilting his head to fit their mouths better as his other hand cupped Melissa's cheek to keep her in place. In the same way hesitation had no place in his life, Roy was steadfast here-- and should Melissa be responsive to it, would take any opportunity to part her lips and kiss her deeper.

[macrodatum]

[Txt from Jimjam] : Happy birthday, babe! Love you and can't wait to see you soon<3 // @whatthefuckdidido

[ Babe, Jimmy wrote. Mark smiles to himself where he's sat in the teacher's lounge, still in some mild disbelief that they've been involved long enough for babe to be normal from him. ]

[TXT] I love you too, baby. [TXT] I almost said "happy birthday to you too" BTW. Realised that wasn't it though. [TXT] You driving up to Ganz tonight? I'll be expecting a surprise now, you know.

[salvadorcavendish]

"Wednesday," Sal says, this time to the dog herself, smiling at the instant recognition that was evident when she recognised her own name. He gives her head another gentle pat before he stands up straight again, eyes averting back to her owner.

"That's a great name. Big Addams family fan or do you just have a real preference for hump day?"

@henrysisaacs

Henry's dog was probably the second most important person in his life—he had to include her as second because no one would ever be more important than his sister. He wasn't wary about her being around strangers, but often would make sure she wasn't bothering others.

"Yes, she's a black lab." He watched her trying to soak up all the attention. "Her name is Wednesday."

[the-graves-family]

Ace is sure that what he's feeling goes beyond fear and panic. He's only felt so scared and alone once before, and it's the single worst memory he has. The night that his life turned upside-down.

He doesn't know where he is, and only has the vaguest idea of how he got here. It's dark, and cold, and he's terrified. He'd bid his family a good night, gone to his chambers and then—

Nothing.

His head aches and feels sore, which gives him a hint as to what happened, but he's still so confused. Who has him? And why? For ransom? He hopes his family is safe.

Ace hugs himself and closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see the dark glow of magic out of the corner of his eye. He just has to wait. Father and Adrian will come save him.

@lost-soul-in-time

[zimwy]

' bucky, can you give me a hand? '

as soon as they ask, of course, he doesn't hesitate. he knows exactly where to press to dislodge his arm, and tosses it right to their feet.