#let me know if this is okay!

[andtherestishistory13]

🎃

I don’t know if this makes sense and it’s also super specific. But ya know the fall in Twilight with the super vibrant dark greens and the cool undertones. You give me those vibes, because I always found them super vibrant, but also aesthetically pleasing. So that’s your super specific vibe to me at least

I hope it makes sense and I hope you like it!

#sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine #anna! #Anna 🫶 #let me know if this is okay!

[hashtacj]

WITH: Suraj @b4rredteeth WHERE: Scaredy Cat

She'd been there a couple of times since arriving in Anchorage -- not enough to be a regular, no, but enough to recognize some faces that might be. On this particular night she found familiarity in a face from somewhere else that she couldn't quite place. Had they spoken before? She couldn't remember but maybe that was the Tequila talking as she leaned closer just to be able to hear what they'd say in response, asking, "You're familiar? Now why's that?" Flirty, yes, also a side effect of the Tequila but also because she didn't find it too difficult to find something attractive about someone, no matter the gender, and whoo, there was something attractive about them in this moment she couldn't put her finger on.

#𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐆 🟎 closed starter. #ft. suraj #let me know if this is okay!

[ewoodxx]

Beach Front || closed starter for @heatherdupontmoreau

Ethan managed to wrangle up a couple of locals for a pick-up game at the beach. It wasn’t a particularly crowded afternoon, nor did it bother him just how close his makeshift pitch was to the rest of the beach goers. Or that the goals were marked by a couple pairs of flip flops set a few feet apart with no net. Played raged on anyway, and Ethan found himself open. He sprinted forward towards the goal, bare feet pounding against the sand before he took his shot and scored.

"Heads!" Ethan called out when he should have been celebrating. Instead, he pulled a face, watching as the ball rolled out of the invisible "net" and straight for some beach goers. Was that the girl from the other night at the Boiler Room? Heidi? Helen? Did he even get her name? This sure as hell wasn't going to win him any points like his goal had. At least, he warned her.

#heather dupont moreau #let me know if this is okay!

[morphoxpeleides]

Alright, so maybe Zinnia wasn't having the best day today. It had started out with her getting out of her dad's VW van with most of her art pieces she was going to submit for the art competition that was quickly approaching. Though, on her way inside, Tommy Hagan had tripped her, causing her to drop and ruin said pieces. That was fine, she could start over on most of them anyway. Next Tina had put a note on the back of her shirt without her knowing while she was grabbing stuff from her locker and until third period, she was unsure of why people were throwing paper balls and pens at her until one of her only friends had reached over and ripped the stupid note from her back.

Now she had found refuge in the art room, or so she had thought. She had started working again on a new canvas, her headphones on as the Beatles were playing on her walkman. Her brush strokes were slow and precise, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth as she worked. All she had to do was smile, tomorrow would be better. Though as she finished one part of her new painting, she felt like she was being watched and glanced behind her, nearly jumping when she saw Billy Hargrove at the door of the empty class.

"Um, hi?" her voice was soft as she pulled off her headphones.

@legends-and-savages

#; legends-and-savages #; c: zinnia sage #let me know if this is okay!

[swedethings]

@juliettevarona

"If you want, uh—" Agnes grew momentarily silent as the English word escaped her. She spent the moment contemplating how else to vocalize her thoughts. "If you want proper svensk mat, I will suggest you begin with our pastries. We Swedes love a good pastry. Fika cannot be fika without one."

After striking up a conversation with the chef one day at Swede Things, Agnes had offered to share her knowledge of Scandinavian cuisine with the other. A lot of the dishes were similar to those found in other European cuisines or were even widely available in the USA already; but there were a handful the Swede knew the other probably wouldn't have any familiarity with. Still, she planned to start by suggesting the basics. Swedes loved pastries; and there were several pastries that were quite iconic to the country, most notably kanelbullar, kladdkaka, dammsugare, and chokladbollar as well as semlor and lussekatter seasonally. And then there was the birthday treat known as prinsesstårta...

"Did you have time to look at the list I sent for you?" The Swede had emailed a list of popular entrees, sides, and desserts for the other to browse through before they planned to meet up. That way, the chef would have some idea regarding Scandinavian cuisine and wouldn't be bombarded with entirely new information and all the funky dish names.

#{ closed } #{ samtal med: juliette varona } #let me know if this is okay!

[cantfightmoonlight]

@esendemirtas

"I'm not drunk. You are?" Leyla murmured out, slurring her words as she spoke despite her best attempt not to. Her lips curving up into an innocent enough smile as she squinted over at her dear friend. "But, on a completely unrelated note, closing our tab may be a good idea?" She admitted, the tiny pixie had a higher tolerance than most, but even she had her reached her limit as they made it to the final stop on the bar crawl.

#esen ft. leyla #c: leyla #let me know if this is okay!

[wrensfm]

location: starlight supermarket

closed starter for: @lyranelson​

in the crowd of the farmer’s market, wren stood out like a sore thumb. or rather, she drew attention to herself for the simple fact that she was toting her camera along with her. she was working on a new photo series, an in-depth look at everyday life and the people that come along with it. of course, she was also picking up things for the apartment while she was there, meticulously juggling a bag slung across her body and her camera hanging around her neck. needless to say she looked foolish, and as she stumbled to a nearby table so she could set something down, wren nearly ran head-first into another market-goer. “shit, i’m so sorry,” she muttered, aware of the pineapple that had rolled out of her shopping bag and onto the ground. but wren was more focused on checking on the victim of her crime. “i think i need to get my eyes checked or something, considering i just blindly wandered over her. i mean, you’re right in front of me and i still manage to nearly bowl you over? old age is really fucking with me.”

#wren whitewater: threads #wren x lyra #let me know if this is okay! #i'm happy to change anything if i need to :)

[tallulahowens]

closed starter for @jedidiahxowens || Owens Beach House

Dinner had wrapped up not long ago, and Miranda had already scurried off to her bedroom doing god knows what on the iPhone Tallulah begrudgingly had gotten her for Christmas. She had been too busy loading up the dishwasher to really give it anymore thought, making small talk with her brother as she rinsed and arranged each plate, cup, and utensil like she was playing the most intricate game of Tetris.

"You know, I really want to reorganize the— " Tallaluh never got a chance to finish her thought cut short the moment she pressed the start button on the appliance. "Oh my lord!" Tallulah called next, suds beginning to bubble from beneath the dishwasher. Her hands flew up from the device, and she backed away from the impending mess. "JJ! Help me with this."

#Jedidiah Owens #let me know if this is okay!

[garrickxvelour]

Who: @roryxmaddox

Where: Hideaway Market, mid-July 2023

It was a warm Sunday morning and the entire town seemed to be out and about in the market. Walking their dogs on leashes, floppy ears and tongues bouncing as they trotted. Families guiding young children through the fray; grabbing hands, pointing in various directions for them to go, reprimanding them as they darted too fast or wandered too far. Garrick weaved around an older couple, holding bags and canes as the husband debated going back to a pastry stand for his wife.

Eyes combing over the crowd, he was still getting used to seeing it littered with strange faces. There were some that seemed like he knew them—maybe a first name, maybe by just their hair color or stature. He was just weighing his options for the direction he would continue going to the booths when he recognized the tall and broad frame of Tommy, holding hands with a little girl. His back was facing Garrick, standing with a dark haired woman, much smaller than him, carrying a bag presumably filled with fresh produce. The two appeared to be wrapped up in conversation, but it didn’t matter much to the child next to them. She couldn’t have been older than five or six, tugging on his fingers with all her might. Tiny feet barely staying on the payment as she pulled and pulled at him.

“Uncle Tommy.” The little girl’s voice carried on into a whine and she went on, “Come on. I wanna go get a snack. You promised I’d get one.”

Tommy glanced down at her, smile affixed to his lips as he said, “Come here, you little monster.”

Without much hesitation, Garrick watched as Tommy scooped his niece up effortlessly. The action was met with a barrage of laughter, her giggles and shrieks exploded out of her. Infectious and light. Both of his hands were practically the size of her torso and he gave her a small toss in the air before tucking her securely beneath an arm. She wriggled in her uncle’s hold, though she didn’t seem to give him much of a fight.

“Hey, I hope I’m not interrupting too much,” Garrick interjected with a grin, walking over to land on the opposite side of Tommy, away from the child’s shifting feet. He reached out a hand to clap him on the shoulder in greeting. “I saw one person I knew and couldn’t resist saying hi.” His gaze left Tommy’s to face the woman across from him, offering her a polite hand as he added, “I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Garrick.”

#rory #threads #let me know if this is okay! #I can add or change whatever #jen also gave me permission to throw Tommy into the mix for the start <3

[dannyxwhitechapel]

Location: Claymore Who: Julia Escarra and @xcaseysheppard​ What: When these two meet for a drink, it only begs for trouble. Triggers: alcohol mention, alcoholism (kinda?)

Claymore’s was her favorite place to visit - it was a bit classier than Cadillac and she and Jade used to come here often. Missing her friend a little harder today, it seemed like the perfect place to go. She walked into the establishment and took a seat at the bar, waiting to be served when she saw Casey walking by. “Hey!” She greeting him, reaching to touch his arm and catch his attention. “You off the clock? Want to join me for a drink.... or twenty?” She laughed, but unfortunately, it seemed a little too close to the truth.

#xcaseysheppard #thread: casey #let me know if this is okay!

[athaexnen]

       Violet eyes stared up at the sky watching the clouds, feet rocking as Aerea waited for her cousin. Normally the two would go out and look for new bugs for Helaena, or sit in and she would watch the other stitch, but today was going to be a little different. She had asked her sweet cousin to meet her by the stables instead of out in the courtyard. With time slipping by, she was beginning to think that Helaena wasn’t coming. Honestly, she wouldn’t have blamed her, the other girl was still very shy, something Aerea had seemed to have grown out of. That was how they bonded though, their shared shyness as children, but she wanted to help her cousin break out of that shell.

      Aerea had planned to just take her cousin out into the city. She herself may have snuck out on more than one occasion, and she loved intermingling with the common people or just watching. It was a different pace from her normal day to day and sometimes she wished she hadn’t been born into a royal family with so many pressures. Letting out a small sigh, Aerea was going to give up and head back inside or perhaps find something as a peace offering to Helaena instead, but when she turned around the girl was standing at the stable door.

“Seven Hells!” Aerea breathed out, grasping her chest slightly before her face broke into a wide smile. “I didn’t think you were coming cousin.”

@dreamtprophecy

#; dreamtprophecy #; c: aerea #let me know if this is okay! #I can change it if need be :)

[andtherestishistory13]

🌈

Your song came out!!! Here’s how Indigo Streak makes me feel

I hope you like it!!!

#joshsindigostreak #i hope you like this #let me know if this is okay! #greta van fleet #gvf moodboard

[vclkyries]

closed starter for @gcldcnhour based off of all my ghosts from this.

"it's nothin' personal, you know." briar comments as if it's the most casual thing in the world. as if they hadn't been inseparable the night before. this was what she did. she came into someone's life and she wrecked it. she never let anyone close enough to hurt her, and she liked it that way. whatever had been doing on between them the night before - she couldn't let that shit continue. "me and her go way back, just can't seem to stay away from each other." she knew the other had heard by now that she had very publicly gotten back together with her on and off again ex and showed up at their mutual friend's house with her tonight.

#let me know if this is okay! #briar; thread #gcldcnhour

[ewoodxx]

Givens || closed for @kianajanae

It wasn’t any secret that Ethan really wasn't the creative type, not in traditional sense anyway. Sure, he had skills on the pitch and his party trick with the whiskey tower was pretty legendary, but sure as hell wasn't the wander through the town gallery and admire pieces of local artwork kind of guy. Yet, he had found himself ducking into the closest shop he could find in hopes of making it as far away as possible from some chick who just didn’t seem to get the hint.

He made his way to the middle of the store rather quickly to wait it out, stopping only when he seemingly deemed it safe to let out let out an exasperated breath. “Shit, that was close.” Ethan blurted next unaware of where exactly he had posted up and that he was no longer alone.

#Kiana Janae #let me know if this is okay! #i wasn't sure if we wanted them to already know one another or not so I left it vague lol

[jackyjackdraws]

Would you guys be interested in seeing Ford, Fidds and the Mystery Husbands on a vacation together?

I can't get it out of my head Tbh

#Jack speaks #let me know if this is okay! #I really wanna draw my boys all together having fun #(and maybe send some prompts while you're at it and I might add them to a drawpile)

[exmcrtis]

closed starter for: @containatrocity (your pick!)

tasked with writing a story about huntsville's hoedown, pru wheaton was wandering around like a lost puppy. in her hand was a small notebook and a pen, teeth gnawing at the inside of her lip as she moved from person to person, wondering who would be open and willing to providing quotes for the piece. the news around hunstville was always the same, but with an exciting event currently happening, she'd been almost too excited to take it on. with a sigh, the blonde paused just long enough to find a lonely soul in the corner, feet carrying her towards them and a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "excuse me?" her voice almost didn't make it over the music, but after a split second she cleared her throat and flashed the other a smile. "excuse me? do you mind answering a couple questions for the paper? i'm working on a story and everyone seems to be blissfully ignoring me. and you're welcome to also ignore me, but i'm getting paid to shoot my shot."

#prudence wheaton: threads #huntsvilleevent01 #let me know if this is okay! #i didn't know who to write it for so i tried to leave it as open as possible