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“so i — okay, i know what i was supposed to be doing, but — i’m sorry, she didn’t buy it. i keep getting mistaken for a butch lesbian when i’m not trying to get someone to buy us drinks, but now? she called me son. i resent that; i’m nobody’s son.” he takes a long gulp of the drink in front of him — he’s not sure if it’s actually his, now that he thinks about it. he’s committed, though, so there’s no going back. “anyway, your turn.” | @cvastals​

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“okay, i know we’ve never met, but i need you to do me a big favor.” he subtly gestures over his shoulder. “that’s my coworker, she’s obsessed with me. i don’t know, i don’t get it either. the point is — i need you to hide me.” pleading eyes are turned up to maybe a 7.5, but that’s a lot coming from him. “i’ll do anything, honest.” | @oceanvd​

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svltairs​:

open to  :  all  /  @irvingstarters​ location  :  the parking lot outside of cutie pie’s

       she’s taken to the skates quicker than anticipated, especially for someone who’s never even sported a pair before she got the job at cutie pie’s a month ago. when asked during her interview, she flat out lied, saying she had plenty of experience, however, which is what leads her to practicing sometimes, long after her shift has ended. “ tell me,  ”  she starts, zooming her way over to a passerby. they’re likely on the way inside, but her question is more important. “ do i look like a natural on these. like if you just saw me would you be like that chick looks super hot on skates, let’s leave her a 25% tip just because of that.  ”

he’s late for his shift, but he’s been so prompt the entire time he’s worked there that he can afford a minor slip — having someone on skates cross directly into his path told him he might be a little later than he thought. “uh —” he maybe vaguely recognizes her from a shift or two, but nothing past that. “i guess? i don’t have enough money for a 25% tip, though.” the best part about working at the diner is getting a free meal. “someone else would, though. probably.”

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svltairs​:

open to  :  all  /  @irvingstarters​​ location :  the Beach 

     “  kinda messed up, isn’t it?  ” she says aloud, more to herself than the person walking past, as she bends down to pick up yet another plastic bottle and place it into her oversized tote that she carries just for this reason. “ it’s so beautiful down here, and yet others don’t care enough to do their part to preserve that beauty.  ”  with that, she steps closer to the other, quickly pulling up a virtual flyer on her phone ( no paper, of course, that’s a waste ), holding it out towards the other. “ we’re actually doing a big beach clean-up this weekend. you should stop by, if you’re free.  ”

he’s been awake for maybe ten minutes, and his brain hasn’t started processing words yet, the bench that had been his bed the night before just behind his shoulder. but the words come and pass out the other ear without making much of an impact, until they pick up on ‘beach clean-up’. interesting. his eyes scan the virtual flyer, though he’s not sure if he actually reads any of it. “i’ll probably be there before you get there.”

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“okay, i can explain,” he said, empty chocolate shake glass in his hand and its contents spilled on the person before him. “that was a bad choice of words — there’s nothing to explain, it was an accident.” he gulped. “no, i promise it was an accident! my voice is not being sardonic right now — i don’t even know what that means! ‘Please don’t kill me.” | @luminoeus​

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dawson had never been much of an early riser — if he was up before the sun on a weekend, it was usually because he hadn’t gone to sleep the night before. that night had been different, though, and he’d spent most of it tossing and turning before he gave up and decided to go for a walk. when his knee started hurting, he found a bench to rest on propped his leg up. zoning out while watching the sunrise, he realized he’d made it down to the coast, and thought about how much it was gonna suck to walk all the way back. but first — “nat?” a surprised smile crossed his face, though it took a second to rise to his feet again. though the scene of their last interaction played on a loop in his head, the smile was genuine — he had missed her. but on that same note, he had no idea how he was supposed to greet her. “you’re — here.” groundbreaking. “i mean, of course you are. where else—?” fuck, shut up, dude. “hi…” he settled on, lamely. for added lame effect, he held out his hand to shake. | @deadzne​

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“hey, sexy!” dawson yelled over the roar of the crowd, overfilled drink sloshing over the sides as he shimmied his shoulders — just walking over to them would’ve been boring. “about time you got here, i was starting to get lonely!” the wall to wall people were clearly not enough, and he would take the company of the person in front of him over a thousand random strangers any day. “you need a drink?” | @cvastals​

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“so — it’s like a ‘guess how many things are in the jar’ contest thing, except i stuff as many mini marshmallows in my mouth as i can physically hold and i sit here all day.” he frowned, suddenly, furrowed brow pointed towards his cup. “the marshmallows wouldn’t hold their shape, would they?” he knew the answer. “can i still stuff all of these mini marshmallows in my mouth?” he asked, hand gesturing to the jar on the counter. | @svltairs​

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✉️ dawson.

valentina: ABSOLUTELY NOT OMG

valentina: literally no one is good enough for u

dawson: isn't that kind of a curse?

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✉️ dawson.

valentina: HEY! DONT BE SAD!

valentina: you deserve SO MUCH BETTER.

valentina: remember when she flossed at the bar that one time?

valentina: ...gross.

dawson: val, am i cursed?

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✉️ dawson.

valentina: she just called me asking for a quote.

valentina: she's engaged.

valentina: who would want to marry ALL that???

dawson: oh is she?

dawson: good for her :)

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✉️ dawson.

valentina: what was the name of the last girl you dated?

valentina: the annoying one?

dawson: madison?

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no facebook no instagram no twitch.tv no onlyfans. if you want to see me that bad check the trailcam footage in your local woods.

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KATHRYN NEWTON as MARGARET in THE MAP OF TINY PERFECT THINGS (2021), dir. Ian Samuels

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✉   –   ky.

jack: i never read harry potter haha

jack: oh shit

jack: biologists or botanists i guess

jack: i gotta find one of them

jack: u think they're for hire?

ky: if i expose myself as a closet harry potter fanboy are u gonna disown me

ky: YA those fuckers, plant bitches

ky: i feel like anyone is for hire if u have the money for it

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✉️ dawson.

owen: [https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c6/30/15/c63015d48413b2dc7ee6bcc66a1d2071.jpg]

owen: if i suddenly woke up as a lizard. like kafka or whoever said. would u still love me?

dawson: what kinda question is that

dawson: of course i would

dawson: lizards are dope

dawson: u get to just lay on warm rocks all day that's the dream

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boxes upon boxes, most of the recently shipped variety — he’d very much subscribed to the “nothing in the apartment but a futon and television” lifestyle that was stereotypical of guys his age, though if it was more from lack of funds or lack of taste was anybody’s guess. speaking of taste — where was the pizza he ordered? he looked around the room as though that would make a pizza appear, only for a knock to sound on his door — had he managed to summon a pizza with just his mind? he stepped around the stacks towards where he was pretty sure the door was, swinging it open after accidentally knocking over an open box of something with a lot of packing peanuts. shit, he’d have to clean that up later. as he turned his attention back to the person at the door, his brows furrowed — no pizza in sight. “you’re — not delivering my pizza,” he said, as though he was hoping they would deliver a different answer. | @irvingstarters​