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astrophile

(noun) Astrophile is known as a person who loves the stars and everything to do with astronomy. Consider them amateur astronomists. 

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bonjouravery:

“ il est en ruine… ”  who knew such a simple sentence could explain the forlorn, kicked-puppy look that had been plastered across avery’s face all morning? the dancer sincerely needed caffeine to function, and he took the 20-minute break they’d received quite seriously, practically dashing to the nearest coffee shop to get his fix. only the frenchman had been so remarkably  d a z z l e d  by the barista’s piercing green eyes that he’d neglected to realize his order had been botched until after he’d arrived back on set. of course, onlookers might assume avery was referring not to the actual contents of the cup, but rather the phone number coiled elegantly along the side. he turned to the individual nearest to him and raised the cup in offering, pouting slightly.  “ would you be interested in free coffee? ”

“ I’VE never been one to turn down coffee,” connor replied, taking the cup into his hand and examining it. it didn’t appear to have anything wrong with it. being the type of person who could seemingly never have enough caffeine, the was a part of him that couldn’t say no even if he wanted to. “but is there any reason in particular you’re deciding to give it up?” as the words left his mouth he happened to notice the number written on the side, which didn’t quite match up with the look on the other male’s face. “i -- is this your way of trying to pass me your phone number or something? because...this might be the most clever way i’ve ever seen, but i’m not, uh, interested.”

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uh oh, tmz here! a little birdy told me that you have an itty bitty thing.... period. care to elaborate?

“ AN itty bitty... what?”

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have you ever peed in a pool?

“ WELL, i cannot say never.”

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( and so are they ) @sagecalvcrt @kvtrincs @bcnderas @abrchams

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svntcs:

“you and your sandwiches,” jace teased, opening a cabinet and pulling out two plates. his family dinner had turned into just a jace and connor dinner when the others had to cancel last minute, but it just meant more food for them, right? the others would be able to join them someday. “i definitely made too much, so i hope you brought your appetite.”

“ WHAT’S wrong with sandwiches?” connor asked, shrugging as he grabbed a plate. he eyed the large amount of food his brother had prepared. “well, it’s a good thing you know i can eat some food. so, what have you been up to recently? i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever.”

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marsvntos:

“Connor! How is my favorite oldest brother doing?” Mar somehow managed to extend the name into three different syllables, her excitement most likely amped up by the teensy few sips of alcohol she’d already ingested. She didn’t stop herself until her arms had wrapped tightly around @conncrsantcs slender torso, simply resting against him for a few moments in content - and comfort. “’d you see the whole episode? It was bonkers. So much going on, I didn’t catch half of it. What were you up to? Have you been dancing yet? We gotta - gotta find Jace and show them how it’s done.”

“ MAR-MAR,” connor smiled brightly as he wrapped his arms around his sister tightly in reciprocation. there were very few people in this world that he cared for more than his younger sister. “i’ve been good, how have you been?” he answered as he released his grip from her. “i can’t say i did, they’ve had me running rampad for the last few hours. you know, my job title says ‘location manager’ but i’m pretty sure it should say ‘whatever we can get connor to agree to at this point in time’ for what it’s worth.” he chuckled as he spoke. “i--i don’t dance and you know that. i’m pretty sure i can say the same for jace, too.”

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rileygrxy:

It was hard to keep her tongue under control sometimes. Not that it would fight to escape her mouth, but that it would run forth with words she had had no intention of actually voicing but by then it was simply too late to take them back. “Oh, that’s – that’s just how we are sometimes.” She managed to smile pleasantly at the tall male, keeping most of her overly-excited persona under control. “Do you watch our show?” Riley asked, head tilting to one side, pleasant smile somehow turned into some sort of radiant beam of happiness at the thought of someone recognizing her – or even knowing of her. “That’s a shame. You know, I’m sure you’ve got lots of interesting things to say.” She almost forgot that all of her present odyssey had been for the sake of her cookies, but it felt weird to bite into one or two of them at this point - almost like it’d end the current scene where she got to talk to someone she’d only managed to see from afar. “Cookie? I mean - would you like one? If you’re not busy. We can eat them in companionable silence, or I can just drone on and on until I’m stopped.”

“ I SEE,” connor nodded, seeming to think he understood where the girl was coming from. “like a brother sister sort of thing?” it’s always cool to have people like that in your life.” the male laughed at her question, not sure that he wanted to admit that apart from working at zenith, he was probably one of their biggest fans as a whole. “yeah, i do. i was just about every show the studio produces, honestly. i see everything coming together here on the back end, it’s almost like i have to know what the final product looks like...i recognize you, though.” he rubbed the back of his neck as he explained himself. sometimes his words didn’t exactly filter correctly all the time. he had such little practice with small talk, he was constantly debating within himself whether the things he was saying were awkward or not. “i haven’t, really. i never know what to say,” he replied as he accepted her offered sweets. “i can try to abstain from being uncomfortably silent if you’d like to talk, but i can’t promise anything.”

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calliexheadey:

“Really? You look fairly well put-together. Although maybe you’re simply fooling everybody and everything in your wardrobe is color-coded depending on the day of the week you’ll turn up wearing it.” She gave him a critical once-over, smiling just to let him know she was joking all along. “I could’ve suggested strawberry milk, or strawberry whipped cream, so you’re lucky you mentioned this. See, some things are important to ask.” Having helped oversee several large gatherings in her family’s estate, however, had made her more sensitive to the common needs of the many – and the least likely items to result in actual allergic reactions. Hence why it was simply smarter to stick to traditional items. “So, how long have you actually been working here for?”

“ NO, i assure you i’m not that awkward of a human being. i just -- tend to put all of my socks in the same drawer, unmatched, and then just chance it when the day starts,” he laughed not completely joking. “but in all honesty, it’s not that hard. i like socks with patterns, so they’re fairly easy to match.” connor lifted his pant leg about an inch to reveal a pair of socks with mustaches on them. in his nearly three years at zenith, he didn’t think anyone had every asked about his sock choices, therefore he had never revealed them until this moment. “i suppose you’re right about that,” he shrugged, agreeing she had a good point. “i’ve been here not quite three years yet. which is crazy because it doesn’t seem that long. what about you?”

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dylxnsimxn:

There were very few people that irradiated goodness in the same level as one Connor Santos happened to, which was precisely one of the reasons why Dylan always tried his hardest to keep the other not much farther away than his arms could reach. Or his voice, which actually carried to greater lengths. “You should totally come by my trailer next time you’re free and in need of a nap. I’ll show you the world in the form of platonic cuddling before you can even say that’s not your thing. Also, I’ve been told I’m a super soothing presence.” By nobody in real life but, still. “That’s smart of them, but also super greedy. We love you back just as much, and I particularly with the force of a thousand horses. So. There. When are we getting lunch together? Or any meal - any meal at all. I like hanging out with you a whole lot.”

“ OH, i will definitely consider it,” connor said with a small smile, saving the thought int he back of his mind. “platonic cuddle? i--i have never heard of such a thing. but i do not doubt your soothing-ness.” despite his slight skepticism, he didn’t want to want to discredit one of his best friends. “yeah, i guess so. i don’t know, i could use a change of scenery every once and a while, but i have now idea what i would do surrounded by the lovely LBL cast all day. also, that may be the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me.” connor had never really had a friend like dylan before coming to zenith, so he was still trying to navigate his way around it most of the time. “whenever you want, dude. i like hanging out with you, too. so, just let me know whenever your free and we’ll get some food.”

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character aesthetic — the astrophile 

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rileygrxy:

To say that she most probably looked undignified had to be an understatement. Stood on her tip toes, stretched as far as her 5′8′’ frame would let her reach, all to no avail. Of course, that had to be the moment she was spoken to, by no other than the person she least wanted to catch her unaware. “Ah!” she let out, as though she hadn’t been caught with her hand in the literal cookie jar. Almost. A small smile, apologetic in its nature, and then she was dropping back onto her heels, attention divided among the handsome man and the cookies she wanted. Amusingly enough, both literal and figurative cookies. “That’s just – King - you know him? He thinks it’s funny that he’s like, so much taller even though I’m not even really a small size myself, and he’s keeping my milk chocolate cookies from me? And – I’m sure you would’ve helped out even without this long-winded explanation. But hey, I’m Riley, and I talk too much in front of cu– of people. Just people.”

BY no means was the girl short, but connor being a good six inches taller than her, he simply reached a bit further than she could. he listened contently to her explanation, a soft smile on his face at the innocent nature of the predicament that she was in. “well, that’s not very kind of him, now is it?” he chuckled as he managed to grab the container from the shelf with ease. he looked it overly quickly before handing it over to the brunette. “oh, i know who you are” he said before realizing his words. with his fingers running through his curls, he contemplated how he would recover from it. “i--uh, i’m connor, and i certainly would have helped you without any explanation at all. i tend to do the opposite -- i don’t quite talk enough around, well, anyone.”

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@rileygrxy -- “ HEY, do you need help?” connor asked, trying to figure out what the girl was reaching for, but he wasn’t quite sure. all he could tell is that it didn’t appear that she could reach it from where she was standing, and with being as tall as he was, he was used to reaching some of the higher up places around the studio. “whatcha trying to grab? i’ll get it for you.”

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calliexheadey:

“Well, I’m sure most people keep their socks neatly organized by pairs. So it saves them up the trouble of putting too much time into picking them out.” Shaking her head quickly, because maybe she’d just spent too much time talking about socks, Callie was feeling more than slightly victorious as she put the drink firmly into Connor’s hand. There was a slight chance that was lukewarm, after all of their arguing. “It’s almost like they’re fueling a coffee addiction. I suppose it’s par the norm around here - to try and keep up with the fast pace everybody seems to carry. No nut allergies that I should be made aware of beforehand? Sorry, fetching people’s orders has made me much more aware of their preferences – or possible allergen contamination.” Another quick flash of a smile, some hair pushed behind her ear in an innocent gesture. He seemed like the man to question on the going-ons around the studio, for some reason.

“ DO they? man, i’ve been doing it all wrong,” connor laughed. he supposed this was one of those times that being male might impact the situations a little differently. taking the cup from the blonde, the warmth of the coffee felt comfortable in his hand. “agreed,” he nodded, thinking about the caffeine addiction most of the cast and crew seemed to share. “yeah, that makes sense. don’t want anyone turning red and puffy while shooting. or worse, i suppose. no, i’m pretty standard. i don’t have any nut allergies. just strawberries, but that rarely comes in contact with coffee, so we should be fine there.“

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adelsteins:

       “is that really a question? i’m working.” at this point, the executive producer thought that it would be a given but it seemed like the other was a little SLOW in picking that up. after getting drunk at work last week, jocelyn had put herself in a vulnerable position as she was behind and the network executives were on her back. the woman would have argued that it was down to their vendetta against her but the quality of her work was beginning to slip and it was worrying for the network. she was in charge of a successful show but if it started going downhill, she’d be the first one to go. it didn’t help that sally seemed to have her life together now she wasn’t with her. jocelyn was a toxic, broken individual who destroyed everything great around her and she wasn’t going to stop that pattern now. alone and in her older years, she had nothing but her job and if she lost that, she would be OVER. “i say give me a bottle of wine anyway. i’ll happily take it off your hands.”

“ YEAH, but after that is what i meant,” connor answered, figuring that went without saying in his first statement, but maybe he was wrong. he wasn’t the type of expect her to drop what she was doing in order to come watch a tv show with him. he ran his hands through his curls, contemplating whether or not he would be interested in parting with one of the bottles. “ah, yeah. as much as i’d love to do that, i don’t think it’d be the best idea to bring you one of those to the studio. doubt the higher ups would think very highly of that.”

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svntcs:

“i only took that cooking class for an easy credit, but i’m actually glad that i did,” he said, checking on his stir fry before turning off the flame. “as much as i enjoy our takeout and fast food lunches, it’s kinda cool to be able to eat something you actually know the real ingredients of, right?” // @conncrsantcs

“ I MEAN, it comes in handy for me too sometimes,” connor chuckled, enjoying the smell of the food his brother was putting together for the two of them. “so, i can’t complain either. but it’s not like i can’t cook, i just choose not to a majority of the time. sandwiches are like my favorite food, but i do love stir fry, yes.”

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ohvrcs:

addie looked up from her favorite spot in her dressing room: the window seat with the great view of the lot. she furrowed her brow as she thought, trying to remember if the charity dinner was that night or the night after. “i think i’m free,” she said, pulling her phone off the charger and unlocking it. “lemme text my publicist to make sure, though; she likes scheduling things for me and not telling me until the last possible second.” shooting off a quick text, she looked back up at connor. “your plans sound much better, obviously. i’ve been craving thai so bad lately; it’s like you read my mind.”

CONNOR smiled softly at addie’s response, waiting patiently as she checked her phone. he understood how hectic schedules could be around the studio, knowing that he had one of the more relaxed of them all. “yeah, sure, no problem,” he replied taking a few steps, now standing in the doorway and leaning up against the frame. “no way? it’s all i’ve been thinking about for, like, three days now and i can’t stand it any longer. i may have a problem, but who can blame me?”