#open to mutuals;;

[halloweenstrangers]

"No, that's spanish for no."

[labgrown]

"I fear I ate too much and I can no longer move."

[devilfced]

"I want nothing to do with this 'banana spider.'"

[gothiings]

"The absolute disadvantages of being short, I tell you." She was four foot eight so one could only imagine how often she had to pull out a step-ladder just to reach something. But she was used to it.

[great-mouse-detectives]

Music plays, the world becomes dizzy with motion around the ballroom. A formal invitation had been sent by the Queen to the infamous Basil of Baker Street for his heroic work, his plus one being his trusted partner and assistant, Dr David Q. Dawson. A man who was in desperate need of a fun party after everything the detective has pulled on him. Now, stuffy events like this were hardly the mouse's cup of tea, but this time had been... Different. Different how, you may ask? Well, not only do you not refuse an invitation from the Queen to the palace, but there’s also the fact that Dawson had dreams of meeting someone and dancing the night away. So, if the detective's best friend was to attend, he would also have to go. And no weaseling his way out of the night, either. Dawson’s eyes were on him, as previously promised. He would have to try and enjoy himself tonight, or die of boredom trying.

To be fair, the man looked lovely in his spiffy little suit. Red in color with yellow accents, his hair combed back in a more formal manner, shoes shiny being brand new, and a wine glass in hand that has yet to be touched by his lips. He really only carried it to make other’s more comfortable to be downing as much alcohol as they were in his presence. At least the upper class was more tolerable to be around when they weren't sober. Watching people with too much money drink themselves silly had its perks. But that's the majority of what he could do, just... People watch.

He stood off in the corner, much akin to a wallflower. Left to twiddle his thumbs and behave like a child waiting for their mom in a grocery store. His foot tried not to tap impatiently, but to the sound of the music as to not offend any of the other guests who were actually enjoying themselves.

This is absolute torture. He needs something. Anything. To keep him occupied. And he was forced to leave his pipe at home - He was in desperate need for a smoke. And social standards let him do nothing of the sort inside, where he had promised Dawson he'd stay unless someone else prompted otherwise. Darn. A wistful and defeated sigh blew through his nose as he debating finally taking a sip... A quick sniff of the glass and he deduced it was what folks call 'the good stuff.' He wasn't much of a drinker, he had other vices, but expensive wine was not his go to. The Queen must have gone all out for this celebration.

Tch. He almost just decided to pour it out into a nearby plant, but the doctor's eyes caught his again as he was mingling. With an eyebrow suspiciously raised at him, he pouted softly, rolled his eyes, and took a sip. That appeased the doctor's judgemental gaze and he returned to his conversation. The wine wasn't awful, at least.

[qweenbeeb]

The blonde couldn't help but sigh contently as she lounged by the pool, blunt in hand and listening to her favorite Snail Mail album. It was nice, but a little lonely at the same time. She took another puff of her blunt, holding it between her lips as she pulled out her phone. 

[MASS TEXT] Pool day at my place! Bring drinks, suits, and towels! Don't forget the sunscreen.☀️😎

She selected all the contacts in her phone but her finger lingered over the send button for a moment. Did she really want just anyone showing up? She quickly unselected Cartman and a few people from out of town before sending the mass text. She smiled, leaning back in the chair once more to enjoy the sun. 

[antipxos]

"Why the hell are there bloody frogs in the house?"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[dreamsdying]

James took a cigarette from the carton and lit it. The air was cool as it often was in this town. Old Pine rarely felt warm and even the summers could feel more like spring. He took a drag, letting thin wisps of smoke trail through the air.

At least it was quiet. Datten was a bigger, noisier place and he needed a quiet place to find peace, an escape from his busy demanding life. He glanced down at the wedding band he continued to wear. If only Stella were here to see him now.

A voice interrupted his thoughts and he broke out of whatever daze he was in. "Oh, hello." Old Pine was a small town and when someone new came, it was very apparent. "I don't think I've seen you here before."

[belovedweighed]

"Don't you get it? I can never leave. I'm trapped here."

[christianssinferno]

He had meant to drop Jordan off and leave, as he had some errands to run that day, but with how many people there were, he got caught up in small talk and socializing. Some were old friends and neighbours, others were lucky enough to recognize him even with his oversized hat and casual clothes.

The birthday party was at some play place. There were slides, a rock climbing wall, little arcade games and a counter to exchange tickets for prizes, and a towering jungle gym with little hideaways.

Chris was about to leave but the sight of his youngest with his little arms up, and plastic colorful balls up nearly to his chin made him stop in his tracks. He let out a sigh as he rubbed his temples.

"Aaaand my kid is stuck in the ball pit."

[deadkenndy]

The smell of blood is all to familiar to him. Years and years of seeing carnage and decay had desensitized him. He cautiously walked down the dimly light hall, a cool breeze swept in from the broken window and broken glass crunched under his heavy boots, his flashlight shining over the dreary and bloodied scene.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

[labgrown]

"I'm a professional wedding crasher, I eat all your food then I leave."

[devilfced]

"Sending signals to be double-crossed..."

[gothiings]

"Waiting at the light, know what I mean?"

[gumy-shark]

i wish all my mutuals who @ me in those tag games a very i swear i see it and i love being thought of even though i rarely if ever do them. i love you.