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Private talk and discussion / Re: What are you watching? #2
« Last post by Sioban on March 22, 2024, 02:40:43 AM »
pretty sure she had deer-hide pants and i want deer-hide pants... lol

!!!

It's that red three piece suit with the matching belt for me 😘👌

Go and get yourself some deer-hide trousers!

i believe @Lisa uses the same exact actress for a character and she is a crime boss lol

idk if she has deer-hide pants tho lol

Beautiful! Saves me having to make one haha

I just finished the series and aaaah so so good
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Private talk and discussion / Re: What are you watching? #2
« Last post by lwineah on March 21, 2024, 03:20:11 PM »
The Gentlemen on Netflix

Someone needs to make a female crime boss with an impeccable wardrobe immediately 👀

i believe @Lisa uses the same exact actress for a character and she is a crime boss lol

idk if she has deer-hide pants tho lol
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Private talk and discussion / Re: What are you watching? #2
« Last post by Nik on March 21, 2024, 02:31:56 PM »
The Gentlemen on Netflix

Someone needs to make a female crime boss with an impeccable wardrobe immediately 👀
pretty sure she had deer-hide pants and i want deer-hide pants... lol
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Private talk and discussion / Re: What are you watching? #2
« Last post by Sioban on March 21, 2024, 02:30:00 PM »
The Gentlemen on Netflix

Someone needs to make a female crime boss with an impeccable wardrobe immediately 👀
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Dimos’ eyes were for a second attracted to Roman’s mouth, when the man looked away and bit at his lip. The gaze was quick, however, and Dimos did not make it obvious. He had done it so many times without Roman noticing, although after a year it felt somehow new too. Being around Roman sometimes made him feel like he was fourteen again, instead of his current age, when he used to be more hormonal and prone to needing some physical relief from what plagued his mind about Roman. In a way, it felt like the distance might have brought it back a little, like time turned back. It was weird.

He blinked, when Roman spoke and tried to focus in on his words, pushing anything else away. Hearing Roman say he was running made Dimos wonder why, but he did not ask. He didn’t feel like they were patched up enough for them to bare their souls with deep topics to each other again just yet. It did not change he was upset about Roman avoiding watering their friendship with the proper care it deserved. Yeah, they were childhood friends, but that didn’t mean it did not require tender care to keep that bond as strong and close as it used to be when they were kids. In many ways it got harder, because with emotional maturity, harder topics to talk about came to light—and Roman tended to have a harder time with them than Dimos, who was used to talking about hard things within a big family already. The only thing he liked to keep tight-lipped on was his love life, because he deserved the privacy one could have a lack of with so many siblings.

“Fresh start, huh.” He commented. The ‘without me’ wasn’t verbalised, but it hung there, unsaid, clear as day. He wasn’t so sure what to say, when Roman poked the bear, saying he didn’t know he’d be so bothered. Of course he was. The man he was head over heels for saw it fit to leave and not see him for a fucking year—but he’d be pissed even if he was not romantically interested in Roman. The difference was that with everything with Nikon, Rodion and Lev happening in his life recently, he’s been learning to put his foot down regarding his own feelings a little more. He knew he had the tendency to serve to his own detriment, but he’s been working on it in the love life department at least, and it showed, it seemed. “Why would I not be bothered?” He questioned, frowning a little. Bothered was such a weak word, Roman had no idea how he had been at the start. “I’ve simmered down, Jonas. I was livid, raving mad, the first few months, even though I didn’t show it in the letters. I’m much calmer now.” He told him, pointedly. Bothered could not begin to cover it. He wasn’t trying to hurt Roman, he just wanted to make it clear that was not it at all for him.

He heard movement from the other room much as Roman, and part of him was glad for the timing. Having Lev there would make things easier for his heart. He met Roman’s gaze. “There’s a place in my life for you, Jonas. Even after a year, even if you decided to fuck off for ten years. There’s a place in my life that’s just yours, and always will be. Though if you want to be anything like before you’re going to have to work for it a little.” He told him, straight and honest. He wasn’t sure if he was as irreplaceable for his best friend as he was for him, but did not dwell on the thought. He did not need to torture himself in such ways.

Dimos wondered for a brief moment, when Lev came out, how much he had heard. He’s told Lev all about Roman, of course, but it was different hearing about it, and having the man in the flesh in their lives now. Your timing is immaculate, Jonas. He thought, sarcastic. Although, despite the anger he was actually happy to see him again.

Lev was shirtless, only in pants, which left the hickeys on his body stark, bared to the world as well. There were a few around his throat, but much more around his waistband, which had Dimos’ ears a little hot, raving his eyes over them. The petty part of him liked Roman seeing this, even though there was not much point to it, since his love was one-sided, it made him feel better.

Dimos certainly did want to acknowledge Lev as a lover in front of Roman. He already did, verbally, and just like with the marks, there was a small part of him gleeful at the idea of shoving it in his best friend's face, despite everything. As Lev walked towards him, Dimos slid his arm around his waist when he could, pulling him closer. He noticed something in Lev’s face, something that wasn’t completely right—Lev had a harder time keeping his emotions inside when it came to him, he noticed. Was he worried about Roman? Why?

Before he replied to Lev’s question, wanting to make sure everything was okay, he pulled Lev down to kiss him, his lips gentle and inquisitive, cupping his cheek in a firm grip. He let the kiss linger, not in a hurry to part. “I’m good. How are you feeling?” He murmured softly, pulling back, eyes curious, the double meaning there. “I prepared some potions for you for the head and any pain, if you need.” He told him, voice a little lower, although Roman could probably still hear everything considering the small distance.
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Scotland / Re: [Edinburgh] You look so pretty, and I love this view (Hyacinth)
« Last post by Ian Moray on March 20, 2024, 09:58:45 PM »
The words the escaped Hyacinth's mouth cause Ian to stay frozen in one spot. Unable to speak or move as his brain registered everything she had said.

Eat me up.
Somewhere private.
Don't hold back.


Everything else that was said didn't even register in his brain as he processed those three statements. Things that he wanted to do with her and how he was feeling at this very moment. Logic went out the window with those words and he aggressively shoved her against the closest wall. His voice was low and feral as his hand freed from her laced fingers, "Don't say that unless you mean it." Perhaps she didn't understand the severity in which Ian felt the fire burning through him right now. If he didn't hold back then her innocence would be gone just like that. He would have her against this wall with that dress higher than her parents would want it.

However, Ian did kiss her again, this time much more passionately as he grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. The fabric of her dress barely covering the soft skin underneath that he was dying to feel beneath him. Azalea would kill him if Ian had ruined her wedding and that was one thing that the young man wasn't going to do. Even if both of them were tapped into their emotions right now. Instead Ian kissed her for a long time, lost in the moment as his hands ran up and down the small of her back. Containing himself just enough to not get lost in the beauty that is Hyacinth Reed.
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Shackamaxon / [GCH] tis the season [#open: upperclassmen]
« Last post by Charlie Luzzatto on March 20, 2024, 10:39:11 AM »
"What if we challenge the system a bit?" Charlie enticed, brow raised as he pulled a chair out just enough to welcome his companion(s) to the outside table at Gus'. The sixth year motioned a hand to the chair and made his way to the other side where he plopped down and leaned comfortably back. Octobers were a familiar crispy type of cold, that called for some chowder warmth. Especially to help stimulate any form of creativity. A skill that Charlie was hopeful someone else might strategically provide.

His mother was the artist, but tell the boy what he needed to do and it was game on. "What if... it isn't just one house? What if... it's us?" His hands splayed out to his sides at the presentation of his brainstorm, the implication being the various upperclassmen from different houses. His beanie-covered head cocked to the side just a bit as a lop-sided smirk spread across his face. Letting out a dramatic exhale, he leaned forward and rested his wrists on the tabletop, fingers entwined.

"We come to an agreement and take the pizza party... elsewhere." Being rewarded with food was juvenile and an easy solution for adults for 'kids', but hey - free food was free food at the ripe age of sixteen. And pizza went over well enough and was easy to transport to more entertaining surroundings. That aspect of the plan could be sorted later. First things first - establish the foundation of persons involved.

"First obstacle - how do we secure the win? What theme wins the hearts and minds of our judging bodies?" He locked eyes with his companion(s) and rapped his knuckles in a happy little series of knocks on the table. "We figure that out, and the rest comes easy." Charlie grinned. Planting the seeds of ideas was the easy part, getting others on board to do the larger portions of the legwork was a bit harder. Surely this would be intriguing enough. Afterall, upperclassmen would have way better use for the prize than the smaller wizzies.
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France / Re: moi je joue | will
« Last post by William Dasher on March 20, 2024, 09:21:48 AM »
Bérénice's weak smile earned her one of his own, equally as soft. He could sympathise but he couldn't help. His feelings were still bruised and time didn't seem to heal all like he'd been led to believe. Breaking up was always awful, it didn't matter who instigated what. But that was Nice's vibe. He'd never really been able to peel back her layers enough to see inside. Perhaps Harlan had and that was why things had imploded.

The food was deposited and leaned forward on the sofa to pick up a slice of baguette and pop it into his mouth, nodding along appreciatively. Will wasn't particularly hungry but fresh bread was a siren song. Along with teacakes. And biscuits. And cheese and onion crisps. The publisher had recently started going to the gym and he'd cleared his fridge out of all tempting snacks and now wished he hadn't.

He missed her laugh, he remembered with a jolt. Will didn't feel bad about slandering her ex-boyfriend because he really was what he'd described him to be. It wasn't polite but Willam was still bitter at what had transpired. "I'm sorry you realised too late," he offered gently.

His heart broke for her as she sat in her pristine flat. It was beautiful here, clean and bright and airy, but rather clinical. There weren't any photographs he could see dotted around the place or goofy little fridge magnets. No little knick knacks from holidays abroad or even a doormat. It wasn't uncomfortable here but it was very her.

Harlan was a muppet. She was still in love with him. Maybe she'd always been in love with him and he'd thrown it all away. Idiot.

Will paused and took a sip of his wine, faintly alarmed to find that it was going down too smoothly. He caught her eye. "I don't know," came the soft reply as he carded a hand through his hair. "I'm sure there's still time to work things out."

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London / Re: [regents park] kind of magic. [bérénice]
« Last post by William Dasher on March 20, 2024, 09:21:25 AM »
Cold, she'd said, and he laughed, genuinely amused. Bless her little cotton socks. William didn't think she'd be able to survive the winter if she couldn't handle autumn. He'd dread to think of her heating bill. It was still odd, though. It didn't need to be strained. He'd have to work to keep Bérénice  in his life and he suddenly realised that he wanted to.

"It's not always so terrible, I promise," Will assured Nice swiftly with another smile, noting how the colour of her blouse reflected the light back up to her face. She sat down and he handed her a menu wordlessly. They had a variety of snacky-bits - salad, sandwiches, toasties, cakes - but it was too forward to ask if she might want to split an apple crumble. They weren't really friends.

Swiftly, Will looked up to catch Bérénice's gaze. Ah. It must be overwhelming to leave France and her job and start up somewhere completely new. He assumed St. Mungo's was a lot different than what she was used to. It must be horribly daunting. Perhaps she was just…lonely.

"I won't lie, it was a bit of a shock," he admitted, though not unkindly. It could be an olive branch but they had left things amicable in Paris. Or so he assumed. "A nice once, though," Will tacked on hastily with a faint blush. He didn't want to Nice feel like she'd made a mistake. They were adults. He'd managed to have occasional meet ups with Honey and they'd remained civil.

"But you're all settled in?" He asked her, interested. "Flat and work are both going well?" The return address on the letter Nice had sent him had pretty much answered that - of course they were because she'd settled in an area that was much more fancy than he had. Will could chat about the superficial stuff until the cows came home but there was a lingering, wayward question that he needed to have answered; did she miss him?

"The butties are good here," he offered helpfully in case she didn't know what to order.
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Africa / Re: [marrakech] midnight city. [graham]
« Last post by Madeline Fletcher on March 20, 2024, 09:16:50 AM »
"You're missing out," Madeline responded with a playful tut and shake of her head as she sipped her tea, her fingers wrapped around the delicate cup. "Beer?" She asked with a thoughtful frown. "That might be nice," she offered to Graham before she lazily looped the robe of her plush bathrobe around her waist and nuzzled into it.

 "Define adventurous," she asked her boyfriend with trepidation clear on her pretty face, her nose wrinkled playfully. "Absolutely no calamari," Maddie shuddered, reliving the one and only time she'd had it and she likened it to chewing a car tyre. "We can do that tomorrow," she assured him. "Let's stay in tonight. You can drag me around for food tomorrow," she grinned and it soon widened.
"I love you too," the blonde replied, reaching out to Graham to briefly slide the pad of her thumb across one of his cheekbones affectionately. Soon after, however, she burst out laughing. "Gosh," Maddie responded with a blush that made her sunburn tingle. "That's quite a compliment. That last shag must have altered your brain chemistry," she teased, playfully splashing some water at him with her foot.

Glancing at him, she grinned. "What on Earth has gotten into you?" Maddie wondered, fixing him with a bemused expression before she softened it. "Of course I will," she responded without missing a beat. Graham was literal perfection at any stage but that wasn't why she was dating him. If someone painted him white, people would swear that he was carved out of marble. "I'd even love you if you were a worm," she joked with a grin that made her dimples appear.
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