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jacob had a late start this morning with walking cooper. they were normally up at around 4:30 in the morning when it wasn’t so hot and they would have about an hour to go back to bed before daily tasks; he just couldn’t be bothered to do it today. with cooper scratching against the door to go out for his walk jacob couldn’t ignore it anymore. he had grabbed the leash but more often than not cooper was an obedient dog and never strayed far. he thinks that its still the police dog in him to have such a strong obedience but jacob would like to think that he actually liked him and his company. it was going well until cooper shit and jacob had forgotten to grab the little baggy’s to clean it up. “fuck me,” he said under his breath, “what are we gonna do, pal?” he said patting the dog on the head, tempted to just walk away but knowing that it would be shitty to do so.

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marigoldcosmetics:

“I make one little angry tweet about Kim Kardashian’s bullshit excuse for a contour kit and now people are sending me snake emojis. When the hell did I become Taylor fucking Swift? Shoot me in the face,” Mari said, shaking her head as she scrolled through twitter. Being in the public eye since before her birth had long since made her immune to things such as snake emojis, so she smirked even as she rolled her eyes. “I don’t hate Kim, I just hate shitty makeup…” she said out loud as she typed and tweeted those words.

“i have no idea what any of that means.” he had a twitter, he never used it. mainly he got one to keep up to date with the work’s social media to see how they were marketing themselves, it was always interesting how it went down, but he never really understood the drama that was in the media nowadays- he couldn’t really bring himself to care that much to be honest. “i’m guessing you’re a makeup artist?”

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elisegarcias:

(x)  ‘aye, chica! we got a customer!’’ currently rolled underneath a broken down PONTIAC GTO, elise cursed under breath for whoever thought that doing their own work with DUCT tape to fix a leak in the car’s pipe was a good idea. ‘i’m coming, papá,’ she yells back, taking her wrench one last time and making sure that the parts are tightly merged together before sighing. she’s been working a ten hour shift a day for the last two months, yet she knew better than to complain. her life wasn’t complicated or awful; in fact she made good money, worked at a job she adored and all her father’s men were like brothers to her and treated her as an equal despite the motorcycle gang they were in. that doesn’t mean she didn’t need a break, though. pushing her feet against the ground, she rolled out from the side with ease as she slowly got up, not hesitating to move her neck from side to side to hopefully relieve the sore spot bellow her head. she knows she’s a mess, wearing some jean shorts with a black crop top and a checkered shirt currently draped around her waist. all of which are spotted with oil. yet she doesn’t care, the only thing that mattered was that she was comfortable and her element; not looking to impress anyone. walking towards the from of the shop, she pushed open the main door and didn’t hesitate to wipe her dirty hand on a piece of rag she carries in her back pocket. ‘hey, can i help you?’’ she greets the person whose back is turned to her, waiting for them to tell her what they needed so she could get back to work. 

it was now or never. he was never going to get his oil changed unless he went on an off day. it was rare when he had those but he knew that he needed to do it today. cooper was in the backseat of the car when they had pulled up and was already waiting for jacob to open the door. it looked like they were fairly busy today but then again what did he know? he was just a paramedic. the last time he had to get an oil change was for the ambulance but even then it was a while ago. cooper had sat in the shade while jacob held his car keys. “i had an appointment today for an oil change, under jacob gallagher. it’s just honda over there,”

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arden-grey:

     The dusk quickly settled over the smog infested town, the last rays of orange sneaking through the skyline. Arden stood outside the building, just resting against the outer wall. Her fingers then fished around her pockets for her packet of cigarettes, popping on into her mouth and holding it between her lips. The art therapist then realized her mistake, her dull moment of not bringing the other thing necessary to indulge in her risky habit. “Pardon me?” She called out, trying to catch the other person’s attention. “Do you have a lighter?” She inquired, arching a quizzical eyebrow. “Nasty habit, I know. But I can’t bring myself to quit.” She knew they didn’t ask for an explanation, but something set her on edge. She fumbled with the sleeves of her cardigan as she watched the cars passing by. “Interesting isn’t it? That there are a billion people in this world, perhaps more and I don’t even know a sixteenth of them. They all have their own lives, their own families… their own thoughts.” Silence soon engulfed them, sans the sounds of the city before she continued. “I think it was Ingrid Bergman, I saw her smoke in a film and I absolutely fell in love. That woman is gorgeous, honestly. If you haven’t seen her work, I highly recommend it. Anyways, about that lighter?” 

he had grown up in seattle, that was home for him, but standing outside the apartments, looking over at a smog filled city he had to learn to love it like most things. you could still see the fire in the distance, a buddy of his had asked him if he wanted to help and he told him that he right now he couldn’t. it was one of his rare off days of work and his bones were tired, and he wanted to sleep but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to. cooper was on his leash laying down on the cement. hearing a voice next to him he had looked over and seen a woman with a cigarette between her fingers, he had dug in his pocket for his lighter and handed it to her while grabbing his own pack of cigarettes. “right,” he said, thinking of that name, his mom when she wasn’t ill would make him watch casablanca because it was one of her favourites. “i know of her,”

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━━━ david tennant, forty-three, cismale ↷ jacob gallagher has been living in wisteria apartments as a flight paramedic for a year. during that time he has earned the reputation of the enigma. it makes sense you know, they can be cold and distant. but let’s not forget they’re pretty observant and loyal. ( level three & #407)

hiya i’m cait and have a slight obsession with broadchurch rn its fine. this is my babe jacob i’m going to have a full bio up soon (when i cba to write it) but here’s just a little bit of facterinis abt jacob

he moved from seattle washington to get away from the people there 

he was in the foster care for most of his life his mom was rly sick mentally and physically and he couldnt take care of her anymore and she never took care of him 

his dad was a war vet and had suffered a lot of ptsd before inevitably killing himself hence why he didnt have rly anyone to care for him growing up

he kind of grew up in that mentality of taking care of himself and having this sense of independence 

he was adopted by a woman named evelyn tho she passed away a couple years ago due to heart failure 

he had grown up wanting to be in the medical field and try and understand how the body works etc 

straight out of high school he had gone to school to become an emt for a while he had worked as a firefighter but after a bad call he had left that job and decided that he wanted to go to the paramedic route 

eventually he had sort of leveled up and joined as a flight medic and thats what he does now and he likes it for the most part tho he has lost a best friend due to the helicopter crashing 

as for relationships he was married for a while but had gotten divorced since his wife had an affair with one of his coworkers and never had children but he always wanted them :// 

tho bc of his parents he had always had a fear that he’d fuck them up and so hes at a loss in that area

not too long ago bc of his own ptsd he had adopted a dog that helps him cope etc his name is cooper whos a black lab 

he probs drinks too much and smokes too much for a guy thats supposed to advocate against that but he kind of shrugs it off

hes a bit closed off but rly loyal