#kendra crane

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open starter (@chqstarter)

"Ugh, I am having the worst time trying to find my Halloween costume. I went through so many of them at the store and they were all just cheap and tacky. And now I'm trying to find pieces for another idea and there is like nothing here!" Kendra complained, wincing at another dress before moving on to the next rack. "Maybe I need to just admit defeat and make my own. Though I haven't designed or sewn anything in like a year now."

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kendra: okay, so i'm wrong about things. you can stop making fun of me! lol kendra: you are my savor. an angel on earth!

ophelia: colorado is no NYC but it's not the middle of nowhere haha plenty of diverse communities here! ophelia: let's do a grocery run there one day! there's some pretty neat stuff over there

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status: open (@chqstarter) location: outside as you wish bookshop

Okay, maybe she overspent just a little. But she always had trouble sticking to a budget around books. She was doing her best to carry the heavy bags full of new books while also trying to get her phone out of her purse. She should have put down a bag or two. Instead, she dropped one and it busted, spilling books across the pavement. "That is probably a sign from the universe that I bought too many books and need to be stopped. But I likely am not going to listen."

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@chqstarter Location: July BBQ

"Do you have any idea just how many calls I have taken related to fireworks? I can't even count them. People's stupidity really comes out with explosives of any type," Kendra stated, making herself up a nice burger with all the fixings. "So after I enjoy way too much food, I plan to go home before all the fireworks start. Plus my dog hates them, so he'll be a lot calmer if I'm there with him."

[bounder-returns]

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"It's like chocolate. It's superior to all the other flavors available. Though not together, of course," Kendra joked, laughing at her own imagery of chocolate and mango together. They were just too strong of flavors to interact well in her mind. "Mothers love to hear that, so I figured it would get me on her good side. I'm Kendra. It's nice to meet you, oh savior of the mango smoothie."

       " i feel like we definitely the superior people cause mango is just a superior flavor. " gabriel took a sip of his smoothie and he was very content with what he got. head turned to look at the other and he nodded. " oh, bless. she will be very proud, " he said. " and it's my pleasure, seriously. i'm gabriel by the way, " he finally introduced himself.

[cokoweee]

This is a thing

Still can’t write action so this is a lil clunky

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Kendra hummed as she stirred her mixture over the stove. Music in the background filtered through his ears, unheard. He watched her face pinch in concentration as she whisked the mixture constantly, keeping her hand above the knob to adjust the heat as needed.

His lips tipped up in a small smile. She looked beautiful in the lighting of the kitchen, cloaked in one of his shirts, hair tied in a simple braid.

He needed to learn how to do that. She always did his hair, but he never did hers. He’d need to work on his finger prosthetic first though. He silently added it to his mental list of things to fix up around the house as he watched her.

He tore his gaze from her back to stare at the bowl again. He’d assumed it was frosting, but she was cooking it over the stove so he really doesn't know anymore. But then again, if he asked she’d probably say something along the lines of, “It’s an Ermine buttercream!” and roll her eyes at him as if she expected him to know what that was. So he just watched.

She plopped the mixture from the stove into the mixer, setting it on the counter to cool. She reached up on her tiptoes to grab the vanilla. She unscrewed the top before frowning.

“Where do you keep the knives?” She asked over her shoulder.

“I don’t have any.” He responded easily. His eyes flicked to the drawer they had been in.

Mikey's prized collection of knives was currently with Draxum. Would he ever get those back? Surely at some point they would be returned right? He silently hoped she didn’t press any further as he focused quietly on keeping his posture loose.

She shrugged and grabbed a fork, stabbing it repeatedly into the cap liner to open it. She laughed in triumph as vanilla squirted from the top and added a small amount to her concoction.

His tail twitched slightly from his perch on the counter. He wanted to take a cupcake. But the last time he’d tried to take something before she was done, she’d slapped his hand away. So he sat and waited patiently on the counter, drumming his fingers in time with the music.

He didn’t mind of course. She was perfectly content and so was he. A low churr rumbled through his chest as he watched her. She stopped filling her piping bag suddenly, her shoulders rising as she turned to face him.

“What was that?” She asked, her face strained as she craned her head to listen.

“What was what?”

“It was- it,” She frowned, her eyebrows scrunching together as she recreated the low trilling noise. It was broken and really didn’t sound anything like the noise he had made, but was clearly an imitation of his churr.

“A churr?” He responded, his cheeks growing hot as she watched him. She knew that was him right? “Have you not heard me make that sound before?”

“No!”

“I’ve made that noise a lot around you.” He countered, twisting his hands together.

“Oh my go- Is that what that sound has been?” She laughed. “I thought it was just a weird sound your rusty old subway house made. No offense by the way.”

“None taken.” He shrugged.

She laughed again before whipping her phone out and typing something in. Her face twisted into an odd look before she went back to her cupcakes. He ignored the face entirely and pressed himself flat against the counter. He closed his eyes, focusing only on hearing her work. It was easy to pretend it was someone else.

He listened to her move, chest filling with an aching comfort. He had loved watching Mikey cook. It was different now. No bubbling brother in his kitchen.

It was nice though, to have her here. A new normal. He liked it like this. The familiarity of it all.

He flicked his tail lazily and made another low churr. She didn’t turn around this time, instead smiling to herself as she finished her piping.

She turned around slowly, a cake in her palm.

“Ta-da” she said with a flourish of her hand. “One cupcake for Othello.”

He shot up to snatch it from her hand. The frosting was purple, naturally, and piped delicately into a swirl. He stared for a moment longer, admiring the beauty of it all before stuffing the entire thing in his mouth and swallowing it whole.

“Did you even taste it?” She asked, her eyebrow raised, apparently unfazed that he hasn’t even chewed.

“Mhm” He managed over the frosting coating his throat. “Can I have another one?”

“You’re such a needy little turtle Othello.” She said rolling her eyes. But she turned around to get him another anyway.

She placed the cake in his hand and he grinned. It was nearly to his mouth when he reminded himself to slow down and took a small bite, like a normal person.

He continued to take small bites, savoring each part of the cupcake. The soft and springy chocolate cake, the rich Caramel filling, the light frosting.

He pressed all the air from his lungs, allowing a quiet squeak to fall from his lips before taking the last bite.

She was staring at him, that odd expression still on her face. He frowned. Did she not understand? He let a sliver of air into his lungs and churred again. His face immediately grew hot.

Of course she didn’t know what he was trying to say.

He was so used to April just knowing because she’d been around him for so long, that he’d just assumed because Kendra had spent so much time with him that she would understand as well. She probably didn’t even know he was making different noises, or that they meant different things.

His scrambled to come up with an explanation as she pulled her phone out and started typing furiously. What on earth was she typing?

Her face softened after a second and she walked over to the counter. He moved his leg so she could stand in front of him, his tail curling around her thigh.

“You are very welcome.” She said confidently, wiping frosting from his face.

He grinned and hoisted her onto the counter next to him. He’d tell her about all the little turtle quirks later. She made a small squeal, her legs flailing beneath her as he lifted her up. He grinned wider as she glared at him.

“Warn a girl before you do that, yeah?” She gritted out. But her voice held no real malice as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

He shrugged and pressed his shell against the countertop again. She stayed sitting, her hands flying across her phone screen trying something in. He watched contently, his tail still twittering occasionally against her thigh.

The music she had been playing suddenly shifted from retired theater kid to a much slower and gentle pace.

“Nat King Cole?” He mused.

She nodded silently, holding out her hand in offering. He sat up slowly and placed his palm in hers. She hopped off the counter and motioned with her other hand for him to follow.

He did, letting his tail unravel from her leg as she grabbed his hand to put around her waist for him.

She swayed in time with the music stepping carefully to avoid his tail. He moved with her, humming along to the song. She moved closer to him, pressing their bodies close together. He gripped her waist a little tighter and spun her in a tight circle. As the climax of the song began to crescendo he moved his hand up to the middle of her back and dipped her low to the ground.

His chest fluttered as he looked down at her, her chest heaving just barely. They’d been “officially together” as Cass would say, for a while now, but it just felt so real when he held her close. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve her.

No, that wasn’t quite it. He wasn’t sure why she wanted him.

The song ended and he pulled her back up. She rested her head against his chest, still swaying softly against him as the next song played. He held her for what felt like an eternity, rocking tenderly before moving to let her take the lead as the song faded away. She moved her hand to his waist and he to her shoulder.

She looped her finger through his belt hooks and practically dragged him to the living room. The song started and she stuck her leg out, forcing him to move his as well. She moved backwards and forward, taking him with her as she twirled around the room in tight circles. He was pliant against her touch, drifting wherever she took him.

The song reached its finale and she climbed up the couch ledge to spin him. He spun on his heels, a bit clumsy, unused to being the one led. He stopped in front of her, and without missing a beat, lifted her into the air.

He held her there for a second, letting her hang in the air, his forehead resting against hers before he lowered her slightly.

He spun her around as she wrapped her legs around his torso. She pressed her face into his shoulder as he held her there, still swaying back and forth with the music. She smelled like a bakery. Vanilla and Carmel, with a hint of lavender.

His chest fluttered again as he felt her smile against him. The song ended abruptly and he set her back down on the couch.

He waited for the next song to start when she jumped up, stepping closer to him. She moved before another song could play, looping her finger through his belt hook again and leading him to the couch. He followed mindlessly, letting her take him wherever she wanted. She plopped down on her side of the couch and he followed suite.

She moved as soon as he sat down, pressing her head against his side and grabbing his arm to wrap it around herself. She grabbed the remote and turned the tv on, flicking through a few shows before landing on one she wanted.

“This good?” She asked, leaning further against him.

“Yup.”

He didn’t care what they watched as long as he watched it with her. He ran his fingers through her hair, making sure to copy the motions she usually made when she did his own hair. She leaned her head further into his side and sighed, threading her fingers through his.

His eyes grew heavy as the episode began. He let them slip closed, a low chur escaping his chest again. He felt her laugh against him and huffed. She loosened her grip against his hand slightly to trace the stripes on his fingers with her thumb.

“Goodnight Othello.” She mumbled quietly, her gaze still focused on the screen.

He made another chur, letting it fall into a coo as his consciousness drifted, her fingers still intertwined in his.

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I really like that couch huh?

Those cupcakes are real btw and they are the literally the best things ever. (I work in a bakery)

-writing anon

WRITING ANON STRIKES AGAIN

I got to read this before leaving for work🥸🥸🥸

A bigger couch gon be required heheegwydhe. I gotta try those cupcakes tho if ur sayin they’re so good. I’m a sucker for sweets

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open starter (@chqstarter)

location: hell & high water karaoke night

"Ain't no river wide enough to keep me from getting to you babe!" Kendra sang into the mic, dancing around to the end of the song. Once it finished, she did a dramatic bow for the cheering crowd. She hopped off the stage and headed to the bar for another cocktail. "Man that was fun. Are you going to sing too? It's a huge ego boost going up there."

[astral--horrorshow]

Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs.

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

Chapter 1: Preparations and Purple Dragons

Characters: Kendra, Jase, Jeremy, Donatello, Raphael, Michaelangelo, Leonardo

A/N: Kicking off the first day of my summer break with a fic! I've been working on this for a while now, so I hope you like it! Apologies for the short length and any bad writing! I was very inspired by @yanteetle , @pianocat939 , @yanyanderes , and @yandere-toons ! (edit: @oleander-nin too!!)

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping plans, toxic relationships, stalking, Jase gets kicked in the shin (spoiler: it's Kendra), attempted(?) peer pressure, Leo and Donnie are creepers.

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Please Reblog writer's work!

Chapter Summary: You hang out with the Purple Dragons, and the Hamato brothers prepare for your arrival.

Word Count: 1166

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Kendra had her hand on the back of your neck, leading you further into the Purple Dragon's closed-off corner of the computer lab.

"And this is the Dragon's Tooth," she said as she pointed to a large, circular table with a small, green device suspended in a glass tube.

"Oooo!" You leaned towards it in curiosity, careful to not get too close to the lasers, "What does it do?" Before Kendra could answer you, Jase rushed over and started to explain with a speedy voice, "The Dragon's Tooth is a military-grade piece of technology that- ow!"

Kendra had kicked him in the shin. Hard. From what you had known about her, she didn't like to be interuppted.

"Shut up, Jase," Kendra snapped.

Jase kneeled on the ground on one leg, rubbing the kicked one with a grimace on his angular face. You reached out to him, but Kendra casually pulled you by the collar of your shirt next to her, placing her hand on the back of the neck you craned to see if Jase was okay and pushed you along yet again.

Your watch suddenly let out a long, piercing beep, which caused your gaze to turn to the plastic screen.

"Oh, I need to get home!" You exclaimed, rushing from Kendra to grab your bag.

"Awh, c'mon, can't you stay a little longer?" Jeremy strolled towards you along with the rest of the Purple Dragons. You were, quite literally, cornered by them, but you still persisted in your quest to return home.

"But I really gotta leave! I'll see you tommorow!" You rushed out, waving to the students strung up by their knickers outside their tech cubbyhole. The Purple Dragons didn't pursue, looking at the silent, red device on the collar of shirt in a cocktails of smugness and satisfaction (mostly from Kendra) and slight guilt of invading your privacy (mostly Jase).

You rushed to the bike racks as soon as you came out of the double doors of the High School. Going to unlock your bike, you spotted a figure in purple slink down an alleyway.

You pulled up to your residence, locking your bike and unlocking the door to your home. Taking off your shoes, and setting your bag down on your bed, you flopped down onto the carpet, feeling the rough material rubbing against your cheek. Despite it grating against your face, you found a sense of comfort in the act. You turned towards your bed, focusing on the underside. Stuck to one of the nails of the supports, was a bright orange piece of cloth. You reached out your arm, grabbing the fabric between your fingers. It was a bit worn, but perfectly clean otherwise. How odd, you didn't remember having any clothes like that.

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You opened the freezer door, shivering at the blast of cold air hitting your face. You grabbed the ice cream container as fast you could, and gingerly closed the freezer as to not wake up your family. As you sucked the spoon free of the frozen treat, you gazed at the moonlight filtering through your kitchen. There were a few clouds, but otherwise it was clear. You couldn't see the stars, though. Not in New York City, where lights and air pollution thrive. Putting the ice cream back, (you couldn't eat so much to the point where it would be noticeable) you pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders and tiptoed back to your bedroom. You buried yourself under the warm covers, a welcome respite from the cold, and closed your eyes, unaware of the being outside your window.

Leonardo chuckled to himself, and propped his elbows up on the windowstill. He watched you cutely snuggle your pillow, your cheek squishing against it. The only thing he wanted was to pinch and squish them 'till they got numb, but bringing you home sooner than planned would make the rest of your new brothers irritated at him. You fell asleep almost immediately, you must've been so tired, poor baby. He pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Don- what? Yeah, I know it's late. Don't shout at me right now. Yeah, add ice cream to the list."

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Mikey skipped into the room, holding a pair of slippers in his hand. He set them down near the bed just as Donatello finished spreading a thick, fluffy blanket on it.

"Ah, thank you, Michael," Donnie spoke upon seeing Mikey with the slippers.

"Anything for them!" Mikey squealed, obviously shaking with excitement.

"Hey, party people," Leo casually called out as he strolled into the room, holding his ōdachi over his shoulders like they were regular sticks instead of mystical, deadly weapons. Upon the red-earned sliders entrance, Donnie turned and glared.

"Leo, I don't see why you had to call me at exactly 2:38 AM last night. It could've waited until morning."

"What?" Leo pulled his hand to his chest in mock indignation, "And not complete the list? I swear, it's like you don't even want them to be happy here!"

"Of course I do!"

Before their squabble could turn into a full-on argument, Raph burst in the room with a number of plushies of different shapes, sizes, and colors in his arms, which he started to arrange on the bed. Donnie sauntered away from Leo to help Raph in an attempt to keep his temper under control, and Mikey arranged things around the room. Leo slumped his shoulders, made a portal with a single slash of his ōdachi, and fell backwards into it.

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Donatello typed on his keyboard, occasionally turning his gaze to the other screens, which had a plethora of security cameras, locations of trackers, and information displayed on them. "Occasionally" being every few seconds. Eventually, he gave up on his coding and leaned back to soak up all the information on you and blue light the multiple moniters could give him. He was the number one expert on you, which he had to be if you were going to be happy in the Lair. He was also going to be your older brother soon, which meant he had to make up for all the missing years. You didn't know how much you needed them all, but you would soon. Very, very soon. A ping from his phone pulled him from his obsessive thoughts. He had sent S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N to guard you throughout the day when he or his brothers couldn't do it themselves. His eyes widened to saucers when he saw the feed from his creation.

You, standing there. With the Purple Dragons. Talking to you. Touching you. The Purple Dragons. You, oblivious to their danger.

Donnie leapt up from his chair and sprinted toward the door, racing through the halls. He wouldn't let that horrible, deceiving, Kendra and her flunkies take advantage of you. Over his dead body.

"I'll be there very soon," he thought, "Wait for me just a little longer.

I'll save you."

☆~☆~☆

A/N: *chuckles* you're in danger.

[rinse-and-repeat2]

Little Soldiers by the Crane Wives could be a Gavin and Kendra song if you squint a little and have a brain that interprets things in the weirdest way like mine

(Because was she a means to an end to him? While forced to tell the truth he said he had an interest in her, and that is easily attributed to interested for his own causes. But what if. What if he did care, accidentally grow to care? What kept him so loyal to his own cause? Did he ever sit awake and wonder why he was still doing it? Did he ever look at her and even for a brief moment think about abandoning the quest? Because in the end we know what he did. But did he struggle to reach such a conclusion and as he died did he regret it?)

[jaketrains]

PAW Patrol: 10 Year: Characters (2023)

Characters

Ryder

Chase

Rubble

Marshall

Rocky

Zuma

Skye

Robo-Dog

Everest

Tracker

Tuck and Ella

Rex

(Cat Pack)

Wild

Rory

Leo

Shade

Liberty

Al

Coral

(Rubble & Crew)

Charger (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Mix (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Wheeler (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Motor (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Auntie Crane (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Grandpa Gravel (Debut in PAW Patrol)

(Junior Patrollers)

Mini

Tot

Nano

Mayor Goodway

Chicketta

Julia Goodway

Julius Goodway

Gustavo Goodway

Uncle Otis Goodway

Mayor Greatway (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Mr. Ducky-Doo (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Mr. Porter

Alex Porter

Mr. Hudson

Katie

Cali

Cap’n Turbot

Francisco Turbot

Tilly Turbot

Dr. Tammy Turbot

Taylor Turbot

Codi Gizmody

Elly-Dee

Cassie

Eddie and Emmy

Mayor Humdinger

Kitten Catastrophe Crew

Meow-Meow (Hench-Cat)

Harold Humdinger

Cheetah Humdinger

Helga Humdinger

Farmer Yumi

Farmer Al

Ms. Marjorie

Maynard

Hurricane Harrigan

Adventure Bay Cameraman

Cletus

Adventure Bay Residents

Ladybird

Sweetie

Busby

Princess of Barkibgburg

Earl of Barkingburg

Butler of Barkingburg Castle

Henry and Elizabeth

Duke of Flappington

Jean-Claude

Claw

Sparks the Dragon

Henry

Luke Stars

Traveling Travis

Mr. Wingnut

Mrs. Wingnut

Cowgirl Beryl

Tough Guy (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Carmen (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Marty Muckraker (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Adventure City Camerawoman (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Butch and Ruben (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Window Washer (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Kendra Wilson (Debut in PAW Patrol

Tony (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Carols

Jake

Cora Colors

Mother Mer-Pup

Baby Mer-Pup

Kelp

Moby

McSquidly

Victoria Vance

Flight Controller

Captain Gordy

Hailey Daily

The Copycat (Mr. Nibbles)

Big Hairy

Little Hairy

(Ruff Ruff Pack)

Hubcap

Gasket

Dwayne

Speed Meister

Mr. McTurtle

Lily

Lucas

Omar

Juniper

Camila (Truck Driver and Pilot Airplane)

Grocer Gabriel

Cafe Carl (Ice Cream Shop and Popcorn’s Cafe)

Shopkeeper Shelley (Bike Shop and Toys Shop)

Sierra Sparkle

Farmer Zoe

Park Ranger Rose

River

Builder Cove Residents

Precious Owner

Precious Owner’s Father

Precious Owner’s Mother

The Great Wendini

Ace Sorensen

Daring Danny X

Diredre

Arrby

Sid the Swashbuckler the Pirate

Shaw

Sarah

Raimundo

Cake Judge

Chili and Pizza Judge

Spud

Little Boy

[jamgoesart]

classic rock

Here to read on Wattpad

Intro

Wasted feelings, Broken meanings, Time is fleeting, See what it brings.

Hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights. Lost in sleepless lullabies

Heaven′s dreaming. Thoughtless thoughts, my friends. We know we'll be ghosts again.

epigraph

Words like violence

break the silence

Come crashing in,

into my little world

Painful to me,

pierce right through me

Can′t you understand,

oh, my little girl?

All I ever wanted,

all I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

Vows are spoken

to be broken

Feelings are intense,

words are trivial

Pleasures remain,

so does the pain

Words are meaningless and forgettable

- depeche mode

⚚

My father was a genius.

Not always easy, as is the case with many intelligent people, but he was a father, although if my brother is to be believed, he was not.

⚜ Kendra Sionis ⚜

We created the world we live in ourselves.

So now we have to come to terms with what is now.

⚚

♆ Orm Marius ♆

⚚

featuring

Roman Sionis

Alexander 'Lex' Luthor

Thomas 'Tommy' Elliot

Harvey Dent

Slade Wilson

Jonathan Crane

James Gordon

Edward 'E.' Nygma

[chqstarter]

The open starters listed below deserve more attention. Please take a look and reply to them.

Jasmine Young

Kendra Crane

Yemaya Campbell

Richard Brennan

Reina Romero

Mei Tran

Sophia Barnes

William Smith

Bianca Gagliardi

Note: if you'd like your open starter added/removed from the list, please message the main.

[coloradohq]

WELCOME TO DENVER, cally! you’ve been accepted as kendra crane (KAT GRAHAM) and kate tjong (KRISTIN KREUK)! please have your account sent in within 24 hours; don’t forget your CHECKLIST!

if you’re hearing RUNNER UP by BAILEY SPINN playing, you have to know KENDRA CRANE (SHE/HER; FEMALE) is near by! the 31 year old 911 OPERATOR has been in denver for, like, 1 YEAR. they’re known to be quite PESSIMISTIC, but being HARDWORKING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble KAT GRAHAM. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those RAINBOW BOOKSHELVES, HALF DRAWN SKETCHES CRUMBLED IN THE TRASH, AND STAYING UP ALL NIGHT MAKING SOMETHING FOR OTHERS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the CHERRY CREEK long enough!

CALLY, 31, CST; SHE/HER. | if you’re hearing SOON YOU’LL GET BETTER BY TAYLOR SWIFT playing, you have to know KATE TJONG (SHE/HER; FEMALE) is near by! the 40 year old ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHER has been in denver for, like, HER ENTIRE LIFE. they’re known to be quite SELF-LOATHING, but being NURTURING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble KRISTIN KREUK. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those KIDS FLOCKING TO THEM, MOTHERLY VIBES, AND COVERING PAIN WITH A SMILE AND ENDLESS WORK vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the MONTBELLO DISTRICT long enough!

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"I'm not entirely sure to be honest. Is there anything you feel like anyone could enjoy overall no matter what sub genre they like?" she asked, looking over all the different options. Kendra took the album from her hands, taking a look at the front and back. "This looks pretty cool. Think I can blame you if they don't end up liking it?" she asked jokingly.

"Okay good start! Let's head over to the rock section. We've got endless amount." She made her way to the rock aisle. "So these are broken down to sub genres of rock like heavy metal, blues rock, alternative, grunge. Which type does he typically listen to?" She asked as she goes through the vinyls. "Personally, this is my favorite band." She pulled out a Sleep Token: Take Me Back To Eden vinyl. "They're great."

[hcartachesx]

closed starter for Bonnie (@bonniebeaufort)

location: Bonnie's new penthouse

"Damn. You certainly found the best of the best in Denver. I didn't even know they had places like this here," Kendra said as she looked around her friend's new place. "What sort of realtor did you hire to get you this?" she joked, turning back around and smiling at the other woman. "With all the best people from New York moving to Denver with me, I don't have any excuse to go back. Well, maybe for Broadway and fashion week, but those are special."