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[ashton---hopper]

      “Life or death huh?” He looked at Noreen like it wasn’t something he wasn’t wholeheartedly used to—been a minute sure, but here they were. Not even entirely sure the country star remembered that one or two times they’d met before—similar circles, that one time his sister did a Dusty Springfield biopic in Nashville for a good six months was an on and off home away from home. “What, Kacey Musgrave’s posting it tomorrow or something?” 

“I literally hate to ask but my PA had the audacity to get sick and it’s like, critical that I post this look today, so like…” Trying to disguise her immense distaste for the situation with her chipper interview voice, she hesitantly held her phone out to the other person, “You wanna snap a couple really quick? I’ll tag you or whatever, or like, buy you something pretty.” @slchat​

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throwitdanny‌:

“Yeah it’s good to diversify I’m thankful that Silver Lake supports local artisans so well,” he said. It kept him from having to sell online which was a hassle not worth it in Danny’s book. “How much for the rest of what?” Danny asked for clarification. “Mugs are $20 a piece or $65 for a set of four,” he explained assuming the man was referring to the mug in his hands. 

     “Yeah, for sure. It’s cool to give back, support where you can.” he said, as if there was some kind of good deed happening, Silver Lake at a time wasn’t a place he ventured too much other than a couple friends houses growing up. At least it wasn’t the Valley they’d say. Now though, what was it called? The Brooklyn of LA? “You barter?” He asked, holding the mug up close... “I need...eight...” He counted in his head then on fingers, eyes scanning the tented sky, “No, nine... what about for nine?” 

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d-exterw‌:

The man sitting before them was definitely not one they’ve seen recently or ever in that matter. Dexter was pretty good when it came to faces and his was one they didn’t remember. This man definitely didn’t belong here but who was Dexter to turn him away? Dungeon was always accepting of whoever walked through the door. You didn’t need to be goth to enter just open-minded. Dexter gave him a weird look. “What the fuck is white sangria?” They asked raising a brow. Dexter had a full bar of anything your alcoholic heart desired and he asked for white sangria. Dexter took a hit of their cigarette and leaned up against the bar, “is there anything else you want?”

     He was holding out hope for a long overdue meet up, looking around once more before the bartenders question(s) became audible over the music and his own thoughts— “It’s white wine, brandy—fruits...it’s a Spanish cocktail...sits for...” And he was talking on ears that clearly could care less...steering clear of the wine’s he wasn’t totally sure of, vegan-wise, sitting back a bit when the cigarette’s smoke infiltrated his senses, “Uh...Casimigo’s and a High-Life...didn’t know you could still smoke those things...in you know, bars. Anymore.” 

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throwitdanny‌:

Danny tossed the broken mug in his trash can. He’d tally up the loss later now that he had a prospective buyer or at least someone to look at his stuff. He had to put on his retail game again. “There are, I made all of them,” he explained. “I sell at Intelligentsia, Rose Quartz, and Book Nook so you might’ve seen some of my stuff around town too.”

     “Damn...” he said, quietly. In reflection at the artistry at his very hand. A mug—hand crafted at that, was never just a mug. It represented the day to day and on this day, where he felt completely out of whack with himself, the lineup of mugs left nothing but an air of nostalgia and somehow walking into this particular tent lifted his mood. “All over the place..” If that wasn’t some kind of sign, then what was? “How much for the rest?” 

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lucie-armstrong‌:

Lucie listened to the man as he stumbled over his words. She couldn’t figure out whether he was glad that she wasn’t the person he had mistaken her for or not. “Sorry, I don’t think you were looking for me,” she shrugged, deciding not to press any further on the mystery woman. “Running without music? I’d be struggling. I mean there’s only so fast I can run without Beyonce backing me up.” Lucie offered a laugh, hoping that he would feel a little more at ease.

      “Good, good thing.” A relief in not coming off as some kind of parkside-flasher-like creeper washed over him, “Oh yeah, feeling that right now. Don’t know if it’s the thinking or hearing myself...running’s not my thing. A lot of chaotic energy” Referencing around his head with a casing with madness kind of movement, “Hard to channel.” 

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     Silver Lake sometimes felt small, constantly running into someone you know. Knew, wanted to know...so when he saw Finn up ahead talking loudly enough that he heard over the Pruis that passed by and could somewhat make out what she was saying to the random walking his tiny cat and giving a stink eye— feeling cheeky, Ashton pulled his phone out, dialing an all too familiar number he hadn’t dialed in a while...

    Phone:  ring, ring

“Listen, I have to supplement my wardrobe. I spent the last two years trying - and succeeding - to look like a Parisian. It’s a very different vibe. I need to have a full day of shopping and get back in touch with my Silver Lake roots or I’m going to continue sticking out like a sore thumb,” Finn said into the phone, rolling her eyes briefly. “Ok, I’ll call you after. Au Revoir,” she added, hanging up and looking to see the nearby person staring at her. “What? Do I stand out even worse than I thought? I swear, I’m an LA native, you don’t need to look at me like that.”

@slchat​

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        “Oooh—shii....” he let out as his cart smashed into the smaller guy, jumping back even slightly when it was clear there was going to be a splash of the yellow substance the guy was holding, he really didn’t want to ruin the new sneakers. “Hey, look at it this way, you just did nature a good deed. Birds’ll be happy. You uh, can keep dying out here for a sec, I’ll get ya a new one?” Was this his good deed for the day? Filing it away for his therapist session later that afternoon. 

      it’s one of the lower points of lark’s week, he realizes, as he stands in front of the ready-made meals at trader joe’s.a place he only ends up when he’s on the verge of giving up. he looks a mess, he knows; dark locks go whichever way they please, and his outfit’s not doing much to boost appearances, either. he’s wearing a swampy sweater with an oversized, iron-on patch of a rather sad looking basset hound (one of his favorites pieces), and said sweater may be coated with pretty noticable bits of dog fluff from work, his shoulders sloping forward. a slender wrist reaches out for a container of vegan mac and cheese, plastic cold in the male’s hand as he sighs quietly to himself. he’s not even going to warm it up when he gets home. the ultimate indicator of his mood. 

      he exchanges pleasantries with the cashier, wishes them a nice evening before b-lining out of the building with eyes glued to ground. lark really has no reason to be surprised by the fate that befalls him— the front end of a shopping cart to the lower abdomen is all he feels for a brief moment in time, knocking him backward. he doesn’t fall, but his dinner does. “oh my god,” he mutters, hand clutching his front as he looks to the now yellow, very saucy pavement below. he pays virtually no mind to the person he’s inconvenienced through his inattention, gaze flitting to them only momentarily. “why wasn’t that sealed?” he says, exasperated. “i’m literally going to die right here.”

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     He was trying out a new vitamin routine, a new smoothie that the ingredients proving to not be his favorite, and instead of a five AM stretching routine, opting for a later start time now that his body had been getting used to later days. Fatigue set in sometime around noon and this was when Ashton opted for a little homemade retail therapy, “All eyes, man. No touch.” Glancing around the tent’s options before seeing where the voice came from at all—forgetting what he even just said and picking up a mug.  “These yours, you make these?”     

Farmers markets were always a mix bag. Some days Danny would sell whole sets of his pottery and other days he ended up spending most of his profits from the day at the Ethiopian food vendor and on a bag of fresh kettle corn after having people touching all his work and moving on without a word. Today was proving to be an unfruitful day at the market and it was truly icing on the cake that one of his favorite mugs he made came tumbling to the concrete and shattered. An unsupervised toddler had gotten their butter fingers on it and the rest was history as their clearly embarrassed mother scooped the child from the scene and hurried away before Danny even had the opportunity to tell her he wasn’t going to make her pay for it. 

With a sigh Danny crouched down and cleaned up the scene of the crime as he felt the presence of another person entering the tent. “Be careful picking up the pieces. These tables can be kind of wobbly on the concrete,” he explained trying to brush off any feelings of frustration he had. Anger didn’t draw in customers and it sure as hell didn’t sell trinket trays. 

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    The Dungeon wasn’t his normal venture—hell he couldn’t remember the last time he was actually in here. Feeling instantly out of place and like stares were there but also could just be his self-consciousness taking hold and regretted not taking a more obvious route to attire. But when it was becoming abundantly clear the Mikayla or Michelle that he was supposed to be meeting was a no show and the bartender...or someone asked the one question necessary to defuse a more than growingly awkward situation; “Uh yeah...—” His attention was brought to the lit cigarette, immediately wanting to refer him to alternative options but...there was a time and a place— “Yeah, White Sangria. Oh, if you have it, is it vegan?” That tidbit almost escaping his mind.

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What fucking day was it? Dexter thought to themself as they woke once again in their office at Dungeon. They had a perfectly good bed at home, but the couch in the office was better, obviously. Dexter stretched out their arms and legs before getting up completely. Looking on the floor, they noticed the empty bottle of scotch and sighed. Of course, the scotch was gone and of course, they needed to go out to the bar to get more since they couldn’t remember who exactly was working that night. Dexter slowly made their way to the bar, dragging their feet in front of them. Once there, they reached for a new bottle while lighting a cigarette with their other hand. As Dexter turned around to get a new glass, they noticed someone sitting at the bar. “Oh, hello. Do you need something?” They asked pouring the scotch in the glass.

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He thought it was his sister, Emma. Not the most fitting of settings for her but when photogs were to be avoided, Silver Lake did the trick. Anyways, he had to do a double take until he was close enough and the jagged sights were less blurred from his own attempt at ‘getting back on the pavement’ winded was a word for it, his attempt too, to startle by reaching that was quickly shot down when…well it wasn’t her. “OH— sorry, I thought you were my…doesn’t matter. Someone else…..whew. This shits hard without that—” pointing to her headphones. “Lots of clarity, that’s for sure.”

Lucie stopped for a second, tightening her ponytail before bending down to re-tie the lace of her running shoes. Her normal morning run around Silver Lake Meadows had definitely taken longer than usual. Not even the Beyonce she was listening to had helped her get anywhere near her personal best. As she stood up, she contemplated whether she had time to run the route again. She couldn’t leave on this note, and it wasn’t like she really had anywhere to be, she thought. 

But as Lucie stood there thinking, someone approaching her caught her eye. She quickly took out her headphones before looking back at them.“Sorry, did you say something? I totally was in my own world,” she said, smiling slightly.

@slchat​

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Elise Hopper (65)- Melanie Griffith

Corbin Elliot (63) - Thomas Haden Church 

Leo Hopper (41) - Scott Speedman

Emma Hopper (35)- Sienna Miller

Ashton Hopper (29) - Alex Roe

Byron Hopper (25)- Ross Lynch 

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aurorafleur-c‌:

“Maybe they wanted an itty bitty table, but it broke and ended up using a door. I mean, maybe it wasn’t true love like we are thinking. Maybe she just liked him for his body or something. I mean, it’s Leo, so I would be all in with that body,” she smiled as she gave a shrug in thought.

     He was about to go on, really dig in all psychoanalyze Cameron’s magnum opus but then her tone and Leo bod revelation brought it all back down to earth, “Ahh fair enough, fair enough. I’d sink to the bottom of the Atlantic too if Kate needed the room. Damn, think she was my first big crush actually... yeah. Learned all about curves and...yeah. Perfect woman.”

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     “I—uh, muted—” He started, clearing his throat at the random assumption, confused at first but that one sole word clicking and the fact it was palpable to someone else was more enlightening than anything. “Am I? I uh...I kinda woke up and really didn’t do much of anything today and now it’s...it’s late...I’m...I guess I’m okay. Just...muted...yeah. You said it...”

“Hey… is everything… okay? You’re giving off a seriously muted aura right now.” @slchat​

[ashton---hopper]

          “You tell him.” It was pretty cut and dry, though, of course it never really was, was it? He also wasn’t Hugo, newfound friend from across the pond that seemed a tiny bit culture shocked. “Worst thing you can do is let it lay. Lie...lay...yeah.” He thought on that word usage, gave in to his choice confidently. “Never know. We as people, we just never know. Got a fifty-fifty chance that your guy’s gonna feel the same way.” 

“so…what do you do…if you’re like…interested in a guy but you don’t know if he’s interested in you back?”

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     There were times Ashton found himself at one of the normal grocery stores—the ones where label reading became essential and his vegan diet wasn’t catered to as a whole. This was one of those moments, Frosted Flakes now a mystery and a strange craving after a friend of a friends five year old’s halfway birthday party in the hills. “I know that feeling— we can just talk about our options. You know, fight through the cravings. Move onto the vegetable section next, after you know, we refrain.”        

What had intended on being a day spent inside quickly turned into errands once she realized she was running low on food. River had made a mental list of things she was going to get but as she walking down the aisles she found herself getting other things as well. She paused once she was in the cereal aisle and looked at everything she already had. “Okay I really need to stick to the essentials now.” She muttered to herself 

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kathrynnallison-p‌:

Giving a small tilt of the head at his reply, she nodded softly. As a child who loved the dictionary, she understood words that normally most wouldn’t. “Wait, what’s Hoopnotica? And is it fun?” A smile formed as he spoke, giving a nod. “It was quite fun. Almost made me reconsider my job choice for a moment.”

        “Oh, it’s hula hooping aerobics. A lot of fun. Went to Spirit, she comes highly recommended. Kind of the guru or the style of work out. She’s super gentle and just intelligent when it comes to that kind of movement. Highly recommend it, definitely her class too. Good for beginners like myself.” Realizing then and there that he had to pass this on. Sending a text to one of the group chats he had going about it, “Oh yeah? There’s always double majoring but for...life.”