Approach-the-Bench

Approach The Bench
  • Approach The Bench
  • The Audition
  • Controversy Loves Company
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The crimes I’ve committed aren’t heard by any judge,
And there are only two in this courtroom and I must confess,
What’s done is done, and I’m not the type that can be conned into being convinced.
We both know this.

I should be ashamed of this, I’m not,
‘Cause I have tasted grapes.
This smile, don’t look,
It’s my bait, my words, the hook.

These acts of immorality are the only things keeping me quiet.
Why can’t you just accept the fact that I’m only as loyal as my options?

I can’t believe that you would ever trust me.

I should be ashamed of this, I’m not,
'Cause I have tasted grapes.
This smile, don’t look,
It’s my bait, my words, the hook.

You could call me a rolling stone
'cause I’m always on the road.
Every night I wonder if you’re there alone.

I should be ashamed of this, I’m not,
'Cause I have tasted grapes.
This smile, don’t look,
It’s my bait, my words, the hook.

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I SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THIS, I’M NOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Imagine meeting Stiles’ ex-girlfriend

Originally posted by astrologymarina

“Is this really a good idea?” you ask Stiles as you grip his hand. He laughs, squeezing back.

“She wanted to meet you. She’s perfectly nice,” Stiles reassures.

“Malia is also your ex,” you insist.

Stiles laughs and pulls you closer as you two approach a park bench. A pretty brunette sits on it.

“Late as usual,” Malia teases Stiles. A dash of jealousy courses through you as you see how comfortable Malia and Stiles are with each other.

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Malia, this is Y/N. Y/N, Malia.”

Malia stands and shakes your outstretched hand, smiling. “Nice to meet you,” she says warmly.

“Likewise,” you reply.

An awkward moment passes before Malia speaks. “Well, I better be going. I have an interview.”

Stiles nods. “Bye Malia.”

“Bye Stiles. Bye Y/N.”

requested by @summer-vxuge :)

Max approached the bench, a silhouette all too familiar to him seated there. He blew smoke from his cigarette into the night air, watching it disappear. Hopping over the back of the bench, he took a seat beside Bradley, clearing his throat awkwardly before choosing to speak. “Nice night,” he said. “What do I have to do to make up for being such a shit friend?” @bradleymilligan

my teacher told us last week that lawyers can’t actually ask to approach the bench in court so i’m transferring back into arts

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     Disinterest colored pale features, bright eyes simply staring
      off at nothing. People passed, some pointing, whispering, an
      annoyance but one easily ignored. These people held no real
      meaning to him so their thoughts and opinions were meaningless.

     They all blended together, a mesh of grey color. No one stood
     out, no one gave him a reason to even glance from the spot in
     which he bore eyes at so hard.

        Until a much duller color appeared.

     Gloves hands pushed Avery from the bench, approaching
      the one who would disturb his mellow mood by standing out.
     As the nephilim approached, he would note it was a female by
     her hair and forced his nose to not crinkle in disgust. Long
    fingers reached out to gentle touch the dull colors shoulder to
     gain her attention. Voice, smooth as can be with a hint of annoyance,
     spoke to her.

        “By appearance, you seem lost, but I might be wrong.
         Eh?”
     I
n any matter, she might be easy to swindle, to rob.