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ofviclins · 3 months ago
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maybe gwen was talking to him on purpose. maybe she was being just a little predictable. but how was she supposed to be any other way? that’s what she really wanted to know. kennedy was funny, though not always in the kind of way where she’d be laughing with him, and he was cute. he had an attitude and a way about him - which was gwen’s type, to be honest. “i’d offer to buy you a drink but they’re complimentary.” because you know, she actually worked here, unlike when he’d almost called security on her and she’d had to show him her i.d. ( @kcnnedys​ )
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flipsideds · a year ago
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☼ –– @kmcrgan​ !
festive hearts beat in time with upbeat pop music –– and while a slightly less intoxicated nour might make a passing critique at the dj’s safe options, this green-clad lad steps and swirls his way to the bar without a care or criticism in the world. even as the barkeep crafts his umpteenth gin, nour’s shoulders rotate; his toes tap upbeats against hardwood floor. and with a new drink in hand, he follows post malone’s lead, tracing circles on his way across the room, tossing in a few fancy combinations alex taught him during one of their dusk hangouts.
and that’s when he sees him. kennedy. their eyes lock, mid-spin. nour might choose to glide away, pretend someone’s called him from over his shoulder... but his mind’s not crystalline any more. 
“ hey ! ”  he smiles sweet but it stings. cue a sip –– wash it down. nour hums, throat-warmed, and gestures to the party carrying on around them. “ i didn’t know y’were iiiirish. ” 
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inejbrckker · 2 years ago
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😊😊😊😊
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exgossips · a year ago
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most likely to have a lohan moment?
artemis  and   kennedy.  they’re  both  so  hard-working ,  i  fear  one  day  they  might  just  might  snap.  i’ll  be  watching  with  popcorn  when  that  inevitably  happens.  
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calvinxmccoy · 2 years ago
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wednesday, june 26th, 2019. → at the blue clay city park. featuring: @knndypryce.
         With a job as demanding as the one that Calvin obtained, it was very rare that there was a moment of peace during his free time. Or heck, during his time at all. Even if he was technically off the clock, that hadn’t stopped his phone from buzzing or his badge from being a beckon call to whatever crisis the station seemed to have. Reported crimes, cold cases, old school paperwork… it never ceased to finish when the clock turned five, or when Calvin had already mentally checked out. Still, the cop had managed to be one of those rare cases that always kept on top of his schedule. Always punctual, always on time — so, for once in a blue moon, Calvin was behind in the piles of files stacking up on the corner of his desk that simply required a glance over and a signature, though couldn’t seem to get a moment of quiet when he was locked behind the door of his office. Packing up around noon that day, he opted for a bit of a breeze on his sun tanned neck and to ditch the tie while his pen hurried across dotted lines, ending up at the freelance area of Blue Clay City Park. With his leg bouncing and one resting on his knee to give him a makeshift desk with his lap, Calvin glanced up briefly for a break. His eyes had grown tired of staring at the same wording for quite some time. They skirted around the park, bystanders whizzing by in the hot summer weather, until they eventually landed upon the honey haired woman who’s name came across his desk far too often. At least, far too often for someone her age. The case of her father had been one that had gone cold but he had heard about since he had arrived at the station, and one that was now fresh on his desk. He debated on saying anything, a first for a talkative man with some grit to him, wondering if she were to recognize him once they had maintained some eye contact.
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nvtiveanimals-blog · 2 years ago
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💬 ig we're doing this alena and kennedy
kennedy takes a minute to chew on her lip, eyes going skyward as she searches the extent of her vocabulary. fortunately, that doesn’t take long. “driven. serious. hot.” she laughs warmly, the thought of alena clearly a pleasant one. “just kidding. well, no. i’m really not. but don’t tell her i said that, okay?”
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chqgossip · 2 years ago
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fmk the kens and leo?
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・ 。゚ ☆fuck kennedy -- because dat ass. marry leo -- he just seems like hubby material, don’t you think? and kill kendrick. nothing against lover boy kendrick of course, he just seems to be doing just fine on his own 👀 he don’t need any lovin’ from mama.
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copkilla7615 · 4 months ago
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laimfunk · 11 months ago
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The silly shenanigans of a dog and his boy
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flipsideds · a year ago
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🌟 + ☕+ 🎸+ 👐 ( you could absolutely call this payback)
( flashbacks. pre-neil. pre-scar. before the fall. )
🌟 your muse taking mine stargazing.
maybe it’s silly, taking a boy you barely know up to the restricted access rooftop of your uni sanctioned housing, but nour can’t fathom not breaking the rules with kennedy’s hand held firmly in his. they break through the top of the fire stairs –– nour props the door open with a wooden block strewn aside. at night, he comes here often. to think. to dream. and tonight, as they settle beside one another on plastic crates and the last sliver of blood red sun sinks into the horizon, his mindspace makes room for one more. as the first stars prick at night’s silken veil, nour exhales. smiles. tips his chin up to constellations stepping out of their shells before his gaze drops to the moonlit boy beside him.“ tell me your favorite. ”  his whisper’s nearly whisked off by the breeze.  “ i’ll write a song about it. ”
☕ your muse bringing mine a warm drink.
tuesday’s sun chooses lethargy today, burrows deep within cottony clouds and stays there. no matter. their picnic in the park quickly morphs to an afternoon spent in their favorite music café, after nour’s post-winter-break tan proves it misses egyptian sun  ( and might actually need a coat designed for more than just fashion. )  as he stands at the pickup counter, nour steals glances toward the windows, where kennedy sits –– pedestrians flow to and fro on the other side of the glass. he wonders if they peer inside; he wonders if they know what beauty on a tuesday truly looks like. dirty blond hair. cerulean eyes. lips, thin-pressed, thinking.
two paper cups later, nour crosses the café with long, graceful steps. he can’t help the fond smile sweetening his lips as he hands kennedy his drink.
“ for you, sir, ”  he teases with a bow, ebony curls dipping across his forehead before he moves to slide into his own seat. “ the most understanding man in the whole of the windy city. ”  nour cradles his own drink –– matcha latte, extra foam, unsweetened –– like a tiny hearth between his hands. “ thank you, ” he adds after a beat, booted foot inching forward to bump kennedy’s beneath the table, “ for helping me thaw. ”
🎸 your muse playing music/singing for my muse.
the first time nour invites kennedy to sit in on a creative session, his heart’s more percussive than the electric drum pads he’s hooked up to his computer. the other male must think he’s a mad man, rushing around the tiny makeshift studio with eyes sparked, fingertips quick and nimble and alive. it’s not your conventional cover of ‘ wonderwall ’  or silly limerick plucked on a ukulele. no, no –– kennedy’s witnessing nour in his prime, recording an original as it comes to him. harmonies layered, played back, overlaid...nour pauses abruptly as he begins a particularly buttery section piano and hums, pausing the recording to turn over his shoulder with a bashful smile. 
“ this alright ? ”   he wonders if kennedy can see the heat rise on his cheeks. “ you’re not ready to pass from boredom ? ”
👐 your muse giving mine a hug.
his first professional gig in chicago. it’s a small bar-style open mic, but he’s the only one requiring more than one outlet. the only one carting more than two instruments to the small stage. nour eyes the crowd nervously from where he sits beside kennedy, awaiting his time slot.“ is it strange if i say i’ve never understood stress pissing ‘til this moment ? ”  oh, how utterly romantic. the laugh breathed past his lips lacks pitch. as the current anna kendrick knockoff finishes her final song, an m.c. approaches nour and taps his shoulder, tells him it’s a go. it takes the curly-haired boy a moment to process the americanized slang.“ okay... okay. ”  nour al-busiri doesn’t get stage fright. but that doesn’t mean he can’t be terrified.  “ wish me luck ? ”  he casts kennedy a hopeful smile. techies begin loading in his set –– keys, electric guitar, harpeji, mixer. before kennedy has time to reply, nour’s leaning forward, snaking his arms around the blond and leaning his forehead against the top of his head.and then, finally, his chest stops constricting.“ see you after, ”  he whispers before pulling away, smile now warming surer features.
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inejbrckker · 2 years ago
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she deserves the world
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supermaui · 2 months ago
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twixnmix · 3 months ago
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Eartha Kitt, Freda Payne and Jayne Kennedy photographed by Isaac Sutton for JET magazine, 1974.
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tombs-and-temples · 9 days ago
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Capcom, baby, sweetie, this new movie looks amazing beautiful cheesy and made me scream when i saw the ashford twins but why the hell did you choose the he-man song for the trailer
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