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[xvillanueva]

“No. Hard pass.”

She swiped left on yet another very handsome and seemingly funny man on Tinder. Dating apps were a foreign language to Xyla Villanueva. She didn’t understand their complex algorithms, the impact certain photos and phrases had on bios, and frankly, the purpose of them in a city like New York City. It was becoming more of a game, a thing to pass the time, rather than a tool meant to help you find the elusive “the one.”

Leaning over to the other person, Xy excitedly showed them the profile of a very rugged man, complete with a luscious beard and motorcycle.  “What do you think? I mean, the bandana suits him, doesn’t it?” It was a joke, but Xyla’s expression remained serious, curious about their friends opinion. @codstarters​

[scoredandstoried]

Orion -> ??

Orion: ok whatss that song that goes uhh

Orion: da-DA DA DADA... da-DA DA DADA DA DAAAA DA DA

Orion: its driving me crazzy

Orion: howre yu??

[berryxboyd-a]

“Hiya,” her colourful bracelets chimed as she waved her hand in greeting, cheek flushed and warm from just how awkward this whole thing was. With a few drinks in her, her best red lipstick on, Berry was determined to put herself out there in the speed dating. If just for a distraction, or a chance of hope. “My friend said the best way to do these things is with an ice breaker, so, uh... hm…” she glanced down at the small notebook in her shaky hands, an onslaught of questions listed,  “if you could visit any place ever, real or fiction, which would it be and why?”

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[llewellyn-reed]

tinder | open

Obiewan: why are you laughing

Obiewan: I'm not lying when I say I'm Llewellyn

Obiewan: I'm not trying to impersonate them because I AM him!

[edgarmendoza-a]

Amongst the music and flashing lights, Edgar was sparkling. Literally sparkling. After realising he probably shouldn’t wear the sexy nurse costume he’d bought to make Ollie laugh, the man had gone to Xyla for last minute help putting together something vaguely resembling a costume. The result was a simple look composed of vampire teeth, a trench coat, eyeliner, and glitter everywhere,. From his curly hair to down his chest, everything shimmered in the light, leaving Edgar to be one very sparkly vampire. From where he stood at the bar, Ed was trying to catch his reflection in his glass of beer. “Hey uh, does my eyeliner still look okay?” he spoke to the person next to him, self consciously wiping a finger under his lashes, “feels weird having this stuff on my eyes, man.”

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[jackhendersonn]

“tell me you’re single, without telling me you’re single---I’ll go first.” Jack chuckled as he turned to the person next to him. “I went on a date recently and started talking about Farley & Felix....My date thought they were my kids, the way I told her I had made matching bunk beds for them and talked about them 80% of the date....” He sighed rubbing his hand over his face. “Safe to say I didn’t hear from her when I told her they were my dogs...”

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[deviousyolo]

Yolotl Córcega truly believed there was no better personality test than knowing someone’s favorite book and/or movie. She believed how other’s words affected someone’s life to the point of deeming it their favorite piece of art spoke more candidly about them than what spoken words ever could. 

Alas, as she found herself in one of her favorite spots in the city, the emblematic Met stairs after a rather challenging morning taking meeting after meeting and seeking nothing less than a distraction from her own thoughts with a book (Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens, one of her absolute favorites for reasons that went beyond her) on her hands eyes skimming through the same paragraph she had been trying to register for the past couple minutes to no avail and upon noticing the presence of another person nearby, the businesswoman closed the book she knew by heart, turning her attention to the other without a warning and imposed a query upon them “What’s your favorite book? Or movie, that works too” as her tainted lips curled up into an almost inviting grin. Perhaps not the smoothest of ice breakers she could’ve used and most definitely not the greatest place to strike up a conversation like the one she was trying to have, but a significant, acute question that truly fascinated her.  // @codstarters​

[ddouglas]

“Taste this,” he instructed, holding out a saucy spoon to the other, eyebrows knitted together as he watched their expression unfold.

The restaurant closed over an hour ago, and despite his kitchen staff’s pleas to join them for a drink, Devon remained behind. As a new restaurant owner, he was drunk with power, unable to stop thinking of new recipes, dishes and drinks to compliment. And often, when he didn’t answer his phone, there was only one place they could’ve been. The kitchen.

“Too much or not enough cognac?” Devon wondered, arms crossing over his broad chest. “You need to be able to taste it without feeling like you’ve just taken a shot.” Turning back to the stove, he dipped his finger into the pan before bringing it up to his lips. “I drink too much to even taste it anymore.” @codstarters​

[lena-oconnell]

“I will give you twenty dollars if you can convince me that a fried egg doesn’t make every brunch food better,” Lena offered. It was a silly argument, one that didn’t really matter much. But still, she’d been told otherwise that very morning by a friend, and she couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong the woman actually was. “Maybe I’m too invested in the choices people make for brunch, but... it’s important. It says a lot about a person.”

[xvillanueva]

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving already? It’s barely 10 pm on a Friday night and you loo too good to be hopping in a grimy taxi and wasting away the night in front of your television,” Xyla whined, settling down at the end of the booth and effectively trapping the other in place. As soon as 5 pm hit, Xyla was free of responsibilities, deadlines and having to be nauseatingly polite in emails and she wasn’t about to let the other waste a perfect Friday night in the city that easy. “C’mon. Your next drink is on me.” @codstarters​

[scoredandstoried]

Orion was told often that he didn’t rest enough. And he knew that- but sometimes it was difficult to stop himself from working. He felt useless if he wasn’t doing something- whether it be working his full-time job at the hospital or his overnights in drag. But it seemed like everything had caught up with him. An exhausting shift that had been just... grueling. Tiring. Sad. He was less cheery than his usual self- hadn’t showered in a bit and was clearly tired as he sat at a table in the little coffeeshop, in a corner. He was leaned up against the back wall and a coffee was half-finished in front of him, but his eyes were drooping. He blinked awake when he realized someone was watching him. “Ah, sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to doze off... just... yeah.” He rubbed at his eyes, gesturing towards the open seat beside him.

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[berryxboyd-a]

Twirling her metal straw around her drink, Berry watched on at the pairs and groups surrounding them, realising herself and the person beside her were the only people alone at the establishment. To stop herself from staring at the people around them, she glanced at her fellow lonely companion with a curious smile, “do you believe in fate? Because the two of us, the only people alone in this place, feels like fate to me.” / @codstarters​

[llewellyn-reed]

Llewellyn always liked taking runs in the morning with his dog, with New York big enough that no one would be bothering him if he was out and about doing normal things in public. He was already taking a break from his run and playing with his dog when the ball he threw went further than he intended. It stopped right in front of a person sitting on a bench and he just watched as his Samoyed dog ran towards the ball and then give the person the ball to throw. “Sorry! Chewie here is quite friendly and thought you were someone we knew and I’m really sorry for bothering you.” @codstarters​

[gabriel-mireya]

Gabi was still struggling to figure out the subway system so he was late when he was meeting up with his friends. He was still confused as to when the train would arrive, why it took longer than what the signs actually said. He would’ve taken the bus but he didn’t know where the closest bus stop was anyways. So he was stuck in the subway, already fifteen minutes late. “Lo siento, lo siento! Perdon por-- uh, tarde? Late?” Because they were rushing, Gabi’s brain just completely forgot the whole English language and was struggling to translate the Spanish inside his head.

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[robvandenbergg]

“SO” Rob slammed his drink down and took out a crinkled piece of envelope. “I got this through the door today, from the palace.” He straightened it out and opened it as he raised an eyebrow. “I have to buy---a tail coat, a --- red tie? I don’t know why it has to be red...and---six inch dress socks?” His birmingham accent spouting out. “I mean--I didn’t realise I have to get all this stuff....What the fuck is a--tail coat?” He picked up his drink for a moment, nursing it. “I don’t do--I mean, the last time I wore a tux was at my wedding and that didn’t help how that went.”

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[hvandenbrg]

still unemployed, harry did have plenty of free time to spend with his children, especially when cecelia was off doing some important princess business — he usually did ask, but more often than not he did not understand the premise of her events, so he referred to everything as princess business. having stolen her chauffeur’s job, harry watched the children play in the snow in a squatting position for a moment, only for every bone in his spine to crack when he got back up on his feet. “ah, fuck.” he complained with a grimace, and walked himself to the nearest bench. “do i deserve back pain at this age?” he asked as he sat. “aging past the age of ten was probably the greatest mistake of my life.” | @codstarters​