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[bookerathcmpson]

Is it just me or is anyone else not ready for Creek Fest? Not that I don't enjoy it because I do, but it just means that the colder months are coming and I'm not the biggest fan of the cold. And sure, there's hot apple cider and PSLs and whatever else that comes out this time of year, but that's not enough to make me a fan of the fall and winter months. What about you? Are you more of a warmer months type of person? Or do you love the colder months?

[amcliawang]

who: AMELIA & OPEN.

where: Garden Market.

when: sometime in early October.

Amelia Wang was never one to cook at home, though she wanted to try out a recipe she had seen online. Something about veggie lasagna called out to her, and it was why she had decided to make a last minute trip to Garden Market. Amelia went to the produce section first, picking out a few things here and there. Once she chose the vegetables she wanted in her dish, Amelia moved to browse the different shelves in search of the pasta she was looking for. A sigh left her lips when she noticed it was at the very top of the self, all the way in the back. Looking around to make sure no one else was in the aisle, she tried to reach up on her tip toes to reach the box, though she was unsuccessful. Amelia mumbled something under her breath, before she retreated back. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed she wasn't alone anymore. "Sorry to bother you, but could you please help me grab that box of lasagna from the top shelf?" Amelia asked, a finger pointing to the brand she wanted. "I guess even in heels I can't reach the top."

[theodoranowak]

x. status -> open (5/5) x. location -> o'shea's irish pub

It’s been a busy past couple of days. Moving to a brand new city with a brand new job and a brand new business on one’s shoulders can become a bit taxing for anyone — even Theodora, despite her experience with stressful situations. She’d mentioned needing a drink at a meeting with the new stable manager as they wrapped up in person for the first time, and he’d recommended O’Shea’s, swearing by the whiskey and “everything other than the vodka.” Whether that’s more of a personal preference or an actual warning is not something Theo is eager to find out tonight.

The bar is cute — it’s quaint and lively and certainly on theme. She’s taking in the scenery as she walks up to the bar, phone against her ear as she hums and haws at her mother’s agent, Peter. He only finishes delivering her mother’s message to her when she’s already sliding onto a seat right at the bar. “I already told you, Petey,” Theo uses the nickname his mother’s manager detests, voice dripping artificial sweetness. “If she has something against what I use my own money for, she can call me herself. She’s 62, not dead.”

Peter sounds like he’s about to start protesting again, but Theodora’s tired, annoyed, and disinterested, so she gives Peter a quick ‘ta-ta’ and hangs up before he can start on another spiel about her abrupt decision to leave the family law firm and move to Illinois to ‘make them all look bad,’ according to her parents.

She sets her phone down on the bar and looks up at the bartender, smiling politely. “I’ll have a whiskey sour, please,” she requests, then, as she turns off her phone, she mutters to no one in particular, “There has to be better things to do on a Friday night than harass your only daughter.”

[fatestln]

⇢ 🌻 STATUS   ﹕ open ⇢ 🌻 LOCATION   ﹕ portum university

as  dusk  fell,  the  flickering  flames  of  vigil  candles  cast  a  soft  glow  against  the  approaching  night.  eliana  stood  at  the  edge  of  the  gathering,  arms  wrapped  around  herself  more  for  comfort  than  warmth.  she  didn���t  feel  right  getting  too  close,  to  the  area  where  those  who  actual  knew  the  deceased  had  gathered  to  mourn.  however,  it  also  didn’t  feel  right  not  to do  anything.  she’d  only  been  in  portum  for  about  three  weeks  or  so,  but  she’d  been  so  hopeful  after  reuniting  with  her  siblings  that  this  would  be  a  safe  place  to  start  over.  ellie’s  eyes  scanned  the  faces  around  her,  many  of  them  unfamiliar  but  sharing  in  the  solemn  moment.  the  people  of  portum  had  all  gathered  for  the  same  reason  –  to  honor  the  memory  of  the  fallen  vampire,  and  to  find  a  sense  of  comfort  amongst  each  other.    everyone  she  had  met  had  told  her  what  a  sanctuary  portum  had  been  for  them,  but  now  recent  events  left  them  all  wondering  just how  safe  it  truly  was. “do  you  think…” she  began,  her  voice  soft  as  to  not  disrupt  the  somberness  of  the  moment. “do  you  think  they’ll  figure  out  who  did  this?”

[nomadjones]

location: surprise me

for: @aurorabaystarter

"On a scale of same old, same old to being called out for someone's sexcapade gone wrong and having to cut a crying forty-six year old man out of a pair of handcuffs, how's your day been? Because mine's been a real fucking doozy."

[ovrlytrusting]

location: outside of envy, shortly after the injured (and deceased) were taken away by ambulances @hidehillstart

milo couldn't believe what had just happened . . he'd been so hopeful that, after everything, the attacks and killings were finally put behind them. but a part of him knew it wasn't over. he had desperately hoped they were just empty, meaningless thoughts developed by his anxiety but tonight just solidified those worries. this is far from over.

in hopes of being a calming presence in all of the chaos, the homme wraps a blanket around the shoulder's of the first person he sees. "this is a bit of a silly question to ask but — how are you holding up?"

[brightstvrlights]

status: open

location: anywhere

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Stella groaned as her eyes scanned over the text message preview that popped up on her phone screen. "Can I not have a weekend to myself just once? Why can't people have a crisis on like, a Wednesday? This just doesn't feel fair, you know?"

[genk1girl]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍     :     hollywood     walk     of     fame     .

❝     do     you     think     i     should     be     scared     ?     ❞     head     turning     frequently     to     see     if     the     gray     haired     lady     she     was     just     conversing     with     was     still     eyeing     her     with     a     crazed     gaze     .     .     .     she     had     told     anisa     (     coincidentally     ,     or     not     ,     while     she     stepped     on     a     deceased     actor's     star     )     that     she     only     had     six     days     to     live     ,     the     pearl     necklace     dangling     amongst     her     chest     giving     her     bad     luck     .     while     not     superstitious     ,     she     could     be     gullible     .     ❝     that     grandma     just     told     me     she's     a     witch     and     that     i'm     gonna     die     soon     !     she     has     to     be     joking     ,     right     ?     like     one     of     those     on     street     actors     ?     ❞

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     :     feel     free     to     assume     connections     if     we     haven't     plotted     yet     <3

[mcteofuentes]

🥪 - deidre's deli • open starter (4/4)

"Shit," Mateo mumbled under his breath as he was waiting in line at Deidre's Deli, getting two pounds of salami and two pounds of mozzarella cheese that his daughter wanted. They had planned to make their own deli sandwiches for dinner later that day. Patting the back of his jeans, Mateo couldn't find his wallet anywhere on him. He must've left it in his truck. The line was getting closer and closer to the front, and Mateo didn't want to leave from his spot in line. Scratching the back of his neck, Mateo turned to the person behind him with a reluctant grin growing on his face. "Uh, I'm sorry to do this, but I think I left my wallet in my car. If you paid for my order, I'll pay you back once I can get back to my car. Scout's honor."

[celinecapaldi-archive]

@monarchstart​

          “ wait , wait , wait , wait  ! ”  the sound of heels clicking on the pavement gets closer until céline’s finally standing in front of the other , offering them a sparkling grin , holding out her phone in their direction .  “ can you take my picture really fast , please ?  but , like ... make sure the sun’s in a good spot first . ”  she doesn’t wait for their response , just shoving the device into their hands before stepping backwards , tossing her hair over her shoulder .  “ --- get my shoes in the frame ! ”

[cinncmonrolls]

[ starfox roadside diner — morning, march 24th ]

“Find any clue what this is all ‘bout yet?” No, she wasn’t referring to the entire case — to this date, much to many’s demise and horror, the capacious puzzle surrounding the disappearances had yet to be peeled or brought wholly into light, which construed the heaviness of this morning’s ambiance after search parties had been distributed last night. Tension was rampant still and there hadn’t been many residents out in order to protect themselves or prevent another catastrophe before this one could even be solved, save for what she concluded to be relatives and closed ones raking through the area endlessly. While Heather might have been cautioned to not dip her nose too much after her little accident, she didn’t think it would be harmful to map around what had been discovered, so long as she wouldn’t dive headfirst into another literal ditch — the bandages on her arms had elicited enough concern from her family. Sitting on one of the tables that the quaint diner provided ( which apparently, from what she’d also collected from the patrons, had also been spiked by a short-lived vanishing misfortune not too long ago. ) A steaming cup of honey-tea was placed next to her bowl of tacos, and spread on her rough-hewn palm was a self-written copy of the mysterious note — riddle, that had been left behind. “Stars scorch brightly in the night, beautiful things kill when they are out of sight — so, what, indication’a their own identity, or pointin’ fingers? Narcissism, maybe a warnin’—” she pressed her index finger against her lips, creases forming on the bridge of her nose, “I know this feels like a waste’a time, but maybe somethin’ could be made outta’ this,” the raven-haired then exhaled, putting the note down again. “I don’t know. What do you think?” 

@salemstart​

[esinclvir]

˛⠀📍 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯 , 𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘪   . 

it was the first day back in miami that the blonde decided to go out on her own . finding her way to one of her favorite coffee shops . after a pleasant encounter with the barista she found a nice secluded spot by a window . setting down her cappuccino , notepad , and go to purple pen for songwriting . even though she’d spent the last year with not much else to do but write , she was still eager to get the lyrics floating in her head out . pulling out her airpod when she felt a tap on her shoulder , looking up to see someone she didn’t recognize but the smile that shined on their features was one she knew all to well . “ so happy you’re doing better, “ the young girl beamed , elle gave her a gracious smile , mentally refusing to speak on the topic at all , especially with a stranger , even if the girl was a fan . that was it for that interaction , which elle found rather odd . her brows furrowing slightly as the girl turned away and over to the barista . her eyes scanned the area , eyes landing on a familiar face this time . normally she’d be the type to wave them down and conversate but today she stuck her head back in her notepad , in hopes that she’d gotten away with laying low , for once . 

[hclyterrains]

𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑳 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵 on the girl’s face -- lips are formed in a straight line and her eyes are fixed on the book that she’s reading. the tipping point by malcolm gladwell may not be the average persons leisure reading, but for heather dean, knowledge is power ; and everyone knows that she wants as much of THAT as she can get. she flicks a page on cue as the other approaches her table. she has a usual spot in one of the more quiet libraries on campus, and everyone with half of a brain and the fear of death knows that the table belongs to heather the moment she steps into the building. a creature of habit, she does not like to stray from the things that provide her a comfort, and this is one of them. should someone like to tempt fate and sit at said table, and should heather catch them in the act, she has a very routine method to handle them. she approaches. one hand holds her laptop bag, the other holds a sixteen ounce iced coffee. ( iced sugar free hazelnut latte, with almond milk, light ice. ) first, she’ll clear her throat. if they don’t hear her, she’ll clear it once more. if they don’t hear her then, she doesn’t waste anymore time. she knocks twice on the table. forces a smile. and says four clipped and simple words -- “ you’re in my seat. ”

usually, they’re just shocked that she has the nerve to claim the table as her own, and scurry off. occasionally, they’ll know who she is ; it’s not like it’s exactly easy to blend in when your father is one of the biggest names in renewable energy and is attempting to lead in the charge against climate change. but there are times, few and far between, when she has a challenger. someone who’ll sit back in the seat and look up at heather in pure annoyance. those are, actually, heather’s favorite. because it becomes a test. life, one day, is going to look much like this for heather : people sitting at her seat, and heather having to coax their way out of it.

she’s not had someone keep her table yet.

“ are you here just to stare and admire, ” heather begins, not looking up from the page. “ or do you have something worth my time? ” @opalsmedia​

[justcallmekyra]

Location: at an outdoor table of some pretty cafe/bakery

@elisabethstarters​

As she slowly munched, she suddenly heard the footsteps of someone close by. Merely sighting them from the corner of her naturally wide, round and deep set eyes, she thought their form looked familair, despite the fact that Kyra hadn’t even really looked up properly, having only flicked her luminous black orbs sideways for less than a millisecond glance.”Hey!” she called out to the other person loudly, as her hand then stretched to pick up another tiny piece of cake and dipped it into a new frosting which she hadn’t tried yet. “Do come on and help me finish up these 2 platters of cakes,”  she offered, her concentration still fully focused on the pieces of food in her hands and not yet on the other. Everyone who had met Kyra knew she had a huge sweet tooth and very keen sense of taste, which was why she was asked to tag along for a wedding cake testing session for a close family friend. However due to an unfortunate event, it now seemed like the wedding was most likely to be called off and the furious bride-to-be had just stormed off to search for the man who had just brought the bad news to her, leaving Kyra alone with the now obviously forsaken cakes, fillings and frostings which had come in a bountiful variety. And wouldn’t it be such a waste if no one enjoyed them?

these are what the the platters probably looked like : X  , X  , X ( feel free to delete this sentence n links upon replying XD i just wanted to show a visual of what’s being spread out on Kyra’s table rn ;) )

[janiefoley]

Weddings always brought the waterworks out of Janie. It was simply inevitable. If she was invited to attend a ceremony celebrating two people’s undying love and promise to forever uplift one another, it was basically a guarantee that she’d cry at least once during the event. She’d sobbed like a baby at Micah and Orion’s wedding, both women at one point dissolving into a puddle of joyful tears and raw emotion as the groom looked on in despair, trying but failing to comfort them and dry their tears. Naturally, the same pattern repeated itself during Heather and Ana’s wedding, Janie sticking out like a sore thumb in the line of bridesmaids with flowing gowns and colorful bouquets; sapphire hues spilling over with tears, her round cheeks blotchy and red despite the makeup that had been applied only hours before, the blonde looking on at the infatuated couple with nothing but adoration and love, grinning like a goddamn idiot. She thought that she had fully emptied her tear ducts by the time the official ceremony ended and the party moved into the hotel, her sniffles subsiding and the lump in her throat disappearing. But as she watched the ladies of the hour further seal their union with the cutting of their immaculate cake, she felt her emotions bubbling up again. ( For someone that was so terrified of commitment, she sure as hell had a soft spot for love. ) She didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was once again crying, tears rolling down the woman’s cheeks as she stepped off to the side to blot away the pesky things and fix her makeup for what must have been the third time that day. Janie fished a compact mirror from the depths of her clutch, flipping it open and pausing to examine her reflection. Movement just out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, Janie glancing at the fellow guest and chuckling between sniffles. “Fuckin’ weddings, huh?.” The blonde asked with a shake of her head, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “I can’t be the only one that gets emotional at these things.”

[hgheejin]

was it odd that someone who had hated the night all her life suddenly found herself walking around the ungodliest hours ? and was it odd that strolling through the dim lit streets was less frightening than finding herself in between a crowd in broad day light ? yes, it probably was. yet, heejin kept telling herself that it wasn’t and that maybe, just maybe she’d been wrong all the time and in fact she really enjoyed the dark. ( a lie of course ).  she really didn’t seek for the comfort in the night that fell upon her like a warm blanket —   shielding her from the stares and where she could blend in between dull silhouettes. no, she didn’t ( a lie again ).  after all she still was the same carefree girl she used to be and not someone who’d hide in the waiting room with her whole body shaking as soon as the director would shout cut. she wasn’t scared of anything.  but, no matter what she kept telling herself, at this point there was nothing that could protect the carefully structure of lies she’d raised since “the little incident” . in fact it only took an insignificant card to be pulled out from an already collapsing house of cards until the whole would tumble. and perhaps that insignificant card was just a shadow she spotted in the corner of her eye. threatening to expose her and fueling her quickening steps while she still kept pretending it didn’t bother her. that she wasn’t afraid. 

“ I’m ignoring you right now. ” she eventually blurted out, when the person showed no intention to stop till they finally reached her. “ i mean…” she opted for a softer tone. just in case . “  it’s a little late to take a picture, isn’t it ?”