#sero.start

Killian couldn't help but lean in when the other spoke, a devilish smirk curving onto his lips in amusement, "All I'm hearing from you is a challenge and you and I both know I never back down from one. Are you sure you want to go there?"

"Don't you judge me," Catrin announced before the other could even utter a word. She was wearing the same thing that she had last seen them in, aside from the shirt, and even then, she was pretty certain that she had been the cause of the stain that now decorated the sleeve. It looked suspiciously like the drink that she'd last had before leaving the bar last night. "Unless you have a breath mint, a brush, or a better shirt, I don't want to hear anything from you."

“i’m so sorry.” kendra said, looking at the person who was speaking. “i heard words coming out of your mouth but i clearly haven’t have enough coffee today to process any of it.” she said in an apologetic tone. “i promise i’ll do better to pay attention this time.” she said. clearly she needed to get more coffee and sleep, but that wasn’t an option right now. 

          drew didn’t think he was ever going to be able to set foot in the shop. at least not for a very long time. it had all been part of the plan but he never thought 8 months of good behavior would have amounted to anything. and at least now the family could have some answers. “filthy rat,” he muttered under his breath as he kicked an old newspaper. walking around to the back, andrew pulled open the door to the garage, startled by the person on the other side. “surprise....guess i’m not who you were expecting,” drew said with a sheepish grin.

umber lets out an exaggerated sigh, their shoulders dropping in resignation. “i have come to terms with the fact that i will be alone for the rest of my life.” they turn to the other and force a smile, “see? i’ve come to terms, smile on my face. everything is fine.”

"so when you look at movies from the perspective of the societal atmosphere at the time, you can unfold it even further. there's so much more than a plot - there's the meaning behind it, and the inspiration the writers had while making the script, and don't even get me started on the interpersonal hierarchy you see between characters - you know?"

location : 𝗨𝗧𝗣.

“Excuse me.” Reese chimed politely, waving a hand to the person across from him in a bid to get their attention. “Now this is going to sound really shallow, but...will you take a picture of me? The view behind me is just too perfect to pass up.”