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it wasn't unusual for devon to be the last one to leave gimnasio o2 aire, or the first to show up - he spent more time there than he did his own house, a fact that wasn't surprising to most that knew him. his body was his temple and the gym was the closest thing to a baby he would (probably) ever know. he had locked up late and made his way over to sabor 24 horas to grab takeout for dinner, the brown paper bag clutched in his grasp as he made for the walk home, his phone opened in the other, replying to the texts he'd otherwise ignored; gaze only shifting from the screen when he felt a hand on his shoulder. a blank stare was fixed upon his features, something that shifted only slightly when he put a face to the hand, a brow cocking in question. " that so? " dark brown hues taking in taj's appearance before he lifted his chin slightly. " what's the other guy look like? "

another night, another fight. ( open )

“He’s out, he’s out! It’s over!” was barely heard over the eruption of the crowd. Taj took steps backwards towards his corner, sweat pouring buckets all over his body, keeping his eyes on his opponent. His opponent Carver Jones was lying across the center of the octagon dazed and confused after the impact from Taj’s knuckles across his jaw. Even though the crowd was cheering in celebration, Taj remained emotionless as well as the rest of his team. They were always taught in strides to never celebrate so soon as it seemed arrogant to do so. Carver hadn’t been on the mat a solid minute and even if the referee called for a stop to the match, signifying that Taj had won, Taj remained humble in victory. The loud cheering, thunderous roars, it might as well have been radio silent.

“Winner, Taj The Grappler Marino!” The ref took Taj’s wrist causing the trance to be broken and raised his hand in victory. Not long after, the cage was stormed into by the fans celebrating. Taj had become a well known favorite in the underground world of fighting which collectively started him a fan base. Taj was appreciative but it was still something to get used to and someone ending up putting him on their shoulders as he was cheered threw him off entirely for a moment. Taj smiled a bit as he slapped hands with everyone he could have but unbeknownst to Taj there were eyes burning a hole in the back of his head.

.. 2 hours later, the venue had cleared. Taj had said his final goodbyes to his coaches along with a few friends of his. Marcel, his roommate, had already taken off for the night in hopes to chase girls. Taj even rolled his eyes at the thought then closed his locker. He was freshly washed after that hard hitting brawl. Just because he powered through did NOT mean he had it easy. Carver was one hell of a fight and probably one of the toughest he has had so far here in Chile since he started this for rent money.

Once Taj managed to lock up the downstairs area of the gym, he jogged up the steps only pausing to dab up the worker running the upstairs. Only a select few knew about the downstairs and where the fights had taken place besides the owner however, it wasn’t that anyone had gone out of their way to hide it. It was what Taj called a “fun secret” to have. He exited the gym passing several people simply working and pulled his hood up. Taj paid no attention to who he was talking to when he reached and patted someone on the shoulder as they walked past, “You missed one hell of a fight, come down to the next one Thursday!”

#» 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑹 ― interaction #» 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑹 ⁺ taj marino. #not my best work i promise it Will get better !! but pls let me know if u would like me 2 change anything !!

[alkaliineee]

valentina was no stranger to running, ( albeit usually from her own emotions - but she would never admit that. ) the feel of pavement beneath the sole of her sneakers was familiar enough that there was a sense of ease in her steps. the bass thumping from her headphones fuelled each stride, dark brown hair that had been fastened with a hair tie sweeping across her back with each movement made. while not her favourite form of cardio, it was still good enough to get her blood pumping, awakening the endorphins that had been slumbering peacefully. it was almost enjoyable, until the turn of a corner, and the following events that unfolded all too quick for her slightly hungover mind to make sense of let alone avoid. one moment she was upright, minding her own and the next she was colliding with a wall of sweat and muscle, the impact sending her careening backwards until the sidewalk broke her fall. " fuck! " the curse inherently falling from her lips, annoyance and dismay etched onto her features, lessening incrementally when she finally situated herself enough to take in the person that had thoroughly disturbed the perfectly fine start to her day. valentina may have still been glowering as she took his outstretched hand and stood up, dusting off any dust and dirt from her tight, black shorts. " enzo i swear to god, if i get a bruise on my ass... "

status / open (@valpostart) location / the streets where he belongs (kidding or not)

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡. ENZO WAS DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST — RUNNING AROUND SHIRTLESS. Sweat glided down Enzo's body, tracing the lines of his tattoos, a sight that could easily be mistaken for a scene from a movie. Like he was Jacob Black from Twilight or something. (Better than Edward's glittering skin in the sunlight anyway.) He had his attention fixed on the path ahead, unaware of his surroundings. His footfalls matched the rhythm of the beats of a Fergie song playing in his headphones.

As he rounded a corner, his path unexpectedly intersected with that of another person, leading to an inadvertent collision. The sudden impact jolted him, and he stumbled back a bit, out of his reverie, bringing him face to face with someone he had failed to notice until that moment. For a split second, Enzo's instinctual response was to react with frustration or even annoyance. However, he quickly checked himself, remembering his commitment to maintaining a new attitude. A better man if you will. Taking a deep breath, he composed himself before offering his hand out to help the other person who had fallen on the ground. ❝ Shit, sorry. You good? ❞

#» 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑺 ― interaction #» 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑺 ⁺ enzo pernas. #v much a jumble of words but ilysm lexie <3

[alkaliineee]

BRUNA MARQUEZINE as Jenny Kord

BLUE BEETLE (2023) dir. Ángel Manuel Soto

#» 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑺 ― visual #some1 better have a motorcycle 4 her to look hot on pls & thx

[alkaliineee]

SPENCER JAMES ALL AMERICAN | 5.12 “Lost One”

#» 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑹 ― visual

[alkaliineee]

#» 𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑺 ― visual

[alkaliineee]

this was the epitome of comfort. spending the night in, with a friend, doing things that she enjoyed but still challenged her. cooking with hiyori felt mildly reminiscent to when amara used to cook with her father, it gave her a warm feeling that started in her heart and bloomed outwards, chasing off the demons that lurked in the shadowed corners of her soul. it was perfect, or rather it would have been had hiyori not totally ditched the presentation aspect of their sushi night; but instead of making her eye twitch, she found it in herself to laugh. something soft and light as she shook her head, meticulously pressing rice onto the sheet of seaweed on her sushi mat. “ is that why you’ve decided to make tacos instead? “ she teased lightly, lining her fillings up on top of her rice before starting to roll it into a cylinder. “ hmmm. “ a pause as she thought back on her fairly uneventful day. “ imani thinks i could be the type of person to just up and get a cat. “ and a date, but she wasn’t touching that subject. “ do you think i look like i would randomly go and acquire a cat? i don’t think i look like that kind of person? “ rambling on as she began cutting her sushi roll. “ not that i really even know exactly what that would look like personified, but it feels like someone too spontaneous for my blood. “ amara noted, picking up a piece of her sushi and dipping it into a little dish of soya sauce. she popped it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully and using a hand as a shield before she spoke. “ i don’t know about better than takeout, might need more practice before we get there. “

( closed ! ) starter -> @alkaliineee location: amara's

they're supposed to be making sushi together as a cute little girls' night in, but hiyori doesn't have the attention span to roll each one meticulously until they're beautifully placed, cut, and laid out on the plate. her mind is wandering, from mystical creatures flying outside to a winged woman crashing through the ceiling, to the particularly mean reviewer who tried to accuse her of copying the manga mars, which she wasn't, obviously, but they were too thick-headed to see that. instead of rolling the pieces into a log that she can cut, she uses the seaweed like a taco shell, places everything she needs inside, and then munches on it absentmindedly. "my brain is going a million miles a minute," she announces. "i hate this. ugh." she leans forward onto one palm while eating the seaweed / sushi / taco creation with the other hand. "amara, tell me something interesting that's happened to you today! something fun. please. or i'll simply die . . . is the sushi any good, by the way? better than takeout?" she teases.

#» 𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑺 ― interaction #» 𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑺 ⁺ hiyori ito. #this feels entirely 2 long im sorry

[alkaliineee]

»  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 ― open ― @valpostart

»  𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ― plaza de sol

valentina slid back the curtain to the dressing room in one of the local boutiques plaza de sol had to offer, stepping out like a model on a catwalk before striking a pose in front of the other; long limbs on display in a barely there, black, glittering scrap or fabric dress that had been calling her name from the moment she saw it on the mannequin through the front window. “ what do you think? “ while the opinions of others weren’t held in too high of a regard, she would be lying if she said there wasn’t a part of her that craved approval, attention. doing a one-eighty, she turned toward the mirror, dark hues roaming over her reflection as her hands skimmed over her hips, smoothing the second-skin like fabric. “ too much? or just enough? “

#» 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑺 ― interaction #valpohqstart

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»  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 ― open ― @valpostart

»  𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ― casino de viña del mar

gambling wasn’t something devon participated in often, much preferring to partake in activities that required actual skill over that of just luck, but once in a while he liked to go out and throw around his money, just for the sole fact that he could. tonight, was one of those nights, and he had done fairly well for himself; tucking his winnings into the jacket pocket of the tailored charcoal grey suit he wore, his gaze shifted towards his companion, the curl of his lip bordering along the lines of amused. “ what do you say? do you want to grab a bite? keep gambling? i won’t even say no to ovo. “ the nightclub not frequented often, but it was friday night - he could sleep in tomorrow if he wanted. (but likely wouldn’t.)

#» 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑹 ― interaction #valpohqstart

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»  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 ― open ― @valpostart

»  𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ― casablanca blooms & coffee

“ is this seat taken? “ a timid voice to match the expression as amara’s gaze flicked nervously around the rather full coffee shop. she would have to make a note of it in her calendar to not try and sit in for coffee on friday mornings, or just arrive earlier so she wasn’t left standing there looking for an empty seat amongst the tables of people and plants. perhaps if she backed up she could blend into the flowers lining the walls, become a tried and true wallflower, though the person whose morning she had just interrupted might think her rather odd if she started silently creeping away, odder than they probably already thought she was. her grip tightened on the lilac ceramic mug clutched between her hands like a safety net, forcing her mouth to curve upwards so her expression was more pleasant than scared. “ i promise i won’t be a bother. “

#» 𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑺 ― interaction #valpohqstart

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how rafael had managed to convince her to go ghost hunting she would never know. it wasn’t like she was scared of being in the graveyard, or that she didn’t believe in supernatural things ; after losing her family the idea that ghosts were real was more comforting than not, but the provisions provided were definitely not up to standard. mainly the thought of settling down upon the dirt for an unknown amount of time. while her clothes and boots were black (thankfully), dead people rot didn’t seem like something you could just wash out. they might be better off getting burned. valentina cast a sideways glance at him, her lips peeling back slightly in a show of disapproval. “ you remembered to pack everything in your kitchen, but forgot your camera? “ her tongue met the roof of her mouth, a small tsk sounding before she slipped her black studded valentino tote bag off her shoulder and into the crook of her elbow, rifling through until she made out with a portable phone charger ; which she promptly tossed to him before reaching back in to retrieve a bottle of tequila. “ just the necessities. “

( closed ! ) starter -> @alkaliineee location: graveyard

standing in front of the graveyard entrance, ignoring the fact that the hair on the back of his neck is standing straight up, he focuses on showing valentina the items in his backpack. "i brought empanadas, a soup bottle of carbonada, these plantain chips, my last hot cheetos bag—so we gotta eat them, like, real slow—oh, and i tried to make some chapaleles yesterday and we had some leftover, so i grabbed these on the way out, too." he takes a bite out of one of the potato breads; harder than he would've liked, but the flavor isn't bad. "oh, shit, i forgot my camera . . . " he rummages through his backpack but doesn't see it. "okay, my phone is on 28%, so either i record ghost sightings and we are super duper trapped with no help coming, or we have zero actual proof but a lifeline to the outside world. " a difficult decision. he shakes his head. "what did you bring? hope you brought some drinks, 'cause i totalllyyy forgot those."

#» 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑺 ― interaction #» 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑺 ⁺ rafael cisneros.

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smiles weren't typically something that graced amara's face during her physiotherapy sessions. in fact she was more likely to be caught with a grimace lining her mouth and a crease etched deep between her brows. when omar was concerned though, that seemed to shift. features softening, lips curving upwards - muscles uncoiling until the possibility of her snapping lessened incrementally. if for no other reason than because he was a reminder that she wasn't entirely alone. " shocking, truly. " the sarcastic response carried a lighthearted lilt as she let her gaze fall from his down to the sneakers on her feet, giving him a slow nod. " you think it would be easier by now, but somehow they make it just as hard as it was in the beginning. "

for @alkaliineee where? physical therapy

"fancy seein' you here." omar teases, sitting down on the bench beside amara, "how we doin' today?" he asks, wiping his face off with a towel before tossing it aside. it's funny how life works, how both of them had similar experiences in the same city only to then move to the same different city in the aftermath. it felt nice to have amara around, to have someone who understood, "you down to once a week now too?"

#» 𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑺 ― interaction #» 𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑺 ⁺ omar osei.

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rolling ones eyes in front of a client was something devon typically tried to refrain from, he did have a sense of decorum that he tried to follow no matter how big his ego was. however, under present company it just wasn't possible - dark hues turning upwards as he unfolded his arms from where they had been across his chest. "you can't? or you won't? " the words little more than a taunt as he closed the small distance between the two of them and lifted the bar off of rafael, re-racking the barbell against the supports just beyond hi head. “ i’ve seen teenagers put in more effort. “ devon muttered, removing a 5kg weight plate from each side. the sad part was that he wasn’t even exaggerating. of course, some were trained athletes, but even your run of the mill sixteen year olds could typically bench around 100 lbs. “ you think gods gonna stop laughing at you because you gave up? try again. “

( closed ! ) starter -> @alkaliineee location: gimnasio o2 aire

"i can't do it!" he cries out, sweaty hands gripping the bar as he tries to push it against the weight of gravity. as part of his attempt to be more disciplined, he thought doing a short thing with an exercise routine would be good. he wanted it to be extremely short, like a couple of weeks just to show that he could and that his discipline was improving; he wasn't actually trying to pick up an entirely new habit, no matter how healthy it is. except, this is day one and he already wants to quit. he's laying underneath the bar, trying to bench press 100 lbs ( 45 kg ) with little to no avail. the most he pressed is button pressing, both on video games on people's nerves. "i give up, devon! get this thing off me! let's go walking instead! i can hear god laughing at me and i hate it!"

#» 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑹 ― interaction #» 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑹 ⁺ rafael cisneros.

[alkaliineee]

Bruna Marquezine as Liz in Maldivas

#» 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑺 ― visual

[alkaliineee]

SPENCER JAMES ALL AMERICAN | 5.15 “Make Me Proud”

#» 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑹 ― visual #» 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑹 ― study

[alkaliineee]

ZENDAYA Vogue’s How Black Models Broke Through The Glass Ceiling, Episode 1

#» 𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑺 ― visual #tw long post

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MILEY CYRUS Life in Looks | British Vogue (May 18, 2023)

#» 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑺 ― study

[alkaliineee]

mini skirts are so fun it’s like oops my ass is out

#» 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑺 ― study