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Jack Innanen as Paul Baker Adults, 1.08 — The Mail

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the temptation to start over on a new blog is calling to meeeee

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Alex Fitzalan as Harry Bingham in The Society (2019)

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SURFACE Season 2 | Episode 06

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“that’s the stuff that really matters, anyway.” he grinned. he quickly learned how ignorant it sounded — to say he didn’t care about the status that came with his profession. but he meant it. if he had it his way, football would just be something he loved to do. he didn’t deserve to be praised by the nation for it, not in the same way the teachers that got him there to begin with did. “likewise.” he nodded, his eyes still on her. “hey, one thing before we start.” with a hand flat on each side of her desk, milo leaned in, lowering his voice on the off-chance anyone was listening in the hallway. and at hazel’s school, they were always listening. “do they offer coffee and donuts in the office all the time, or did mrs. petterson lie directly to my face a few minutes ago?”

as soon as the class lists were sent out,  she’d been told many times how lucky she was to have hazel in her class:  usually referring to her father.  mary-beth could name many reasons why she was lucky to have a child like that in her room  –  but her father was certainly a bonus and, quite frankly, felt like a myth until today.  she laughs at his comment,  eyes flickering to their palms before pulling back slowly.  ❛ a celebrity? ❜  she shrugs.  ❛ what can i say?  i’ve never scored a touchdown but i do know a lot about adding and subtracting. ❜  she cringes at her own joke.  ❛ me too.  i mean  –  i know,  knew  –  what you looked like,  just  – ❜  she stops herself before stumbling further.  ❛ it’s very nice to meet you. ❜

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“pinky promise.” she countered, more of a demand than a question as she held a pinky out to him. maeve’s hand hung in the air, her elbow perched on a bent knee as she considered telling him the whole truth. i went to school for a degree that impressed my parents for all of five minutes before they forgot i existed. again. now, i’m stuck in an industry i hate and i’m unemployed because i accidentally sent screenshots talking shit about my boss in a company-wide text blast. she settled on, “a difference in conflict resolution styles,” and charged on, snagging the bottle from his hands. “if you had the chance to quit a job any way you wanted to with zero consequences, what would you do? take me through it — step by step.”

hunter chuckles at her response,  nodding in agreement  –  thirty seconds was plenty of time.  if you had told him eight hours ago that he would be ending his shift on the curb next to a pretty girl,  he would have rolled his eyes.  his life had become a lot more mundane in the past year or so:  eat,  sleep,  work,  rinse and repeat.  a nasty breakup a year prior had left him feeling a bit robotic,  life stuck on auto pilot.  ❛ i solemnly swear that i would make your company feel like absolute shit. ❜  he promises.  ❛ did they give you a reason why? ❜  he asks with a quirked brow.  ❛ you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. ❜

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"yeah, you definitely sound like you don't care right now." mack countered, an amused smirk splashed across her face. "it's not the end of the world if you are, you know."

closed starter for @bittcrsuite // from rory maddox

" ugh, why would i be jealous? you can flirt with whoever you want. i don’t care. "

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his hand was comically large in hers. though his first instinct was to make a flirty comment about it, the part of his brain that wanted to impress his daughter kicked into gear before he could. “oh, i’m very familiar with you, miss greene. you’re a celebrity in the bishop house.” said the celebrity. he held onto her hand for a beat too long, lingering before he stepped back. his nikes scuffed along the linoleum floor and he crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to recover. goddamn, he wasn’t usually this awkward. “i’m happy to put a face to the name.” an unexpected, beautiful face.

most of the parents had come and gone  –  usually showed up right at five,  stayed for ten minutes,  and then showed themselves out.  when hazel’s father hadn’t been one of them,  she was disappointed.  she’d heard a lot about him  –  and there was no denying that hazel was one of her favorite students.  just before six thirty,  a knock echos from the doorframe,  her head lifting from the paperwork scattered about her desk.  ❛ milo. ❜  marybeth repeats with a nod.  ❛ mary - beth.  i’m hazel’s teacher. ❜  she jokes,  holding her hand out for a shake. uh - oh, she was in trouble.

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if any of my mutuals would be interested in joining a small town secrets/slasher rp on discord, feel free to message me 👀 trying to keep it relatively exclusive but am definitely looking to add some dedicated, amazing writers into the mix!

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continued from here ! ♡ ( @scftlightz )

“yeah, your own shit, perry.” they echoed, though she didn’t have much of an answer for him. “stop it.” cooper took a step back, chipped nails instinctively reaching up to readjust her hair. she covered the vein in her forehead, a perpetual frown on her face. “stop noticing things about me. it’s annoying.”

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closed starter for @cardigaen ! ♡ plot: linked in source !

"miss greene?" milo knocked on the metal doorframe of her classroom gently, careful not to disturb her. he made his rounds while he was there, visiting past teachers and dropping in on his youth football coach. he rarely had time for all the extra parts of being a dad, so he wanted to take advantage of the time he had. milo approached her desk, stopping a few feet from it when he saw her face. oh. "hey. i'm, uh. milo — milo bishop." he stammered. "i'm hazel's dad."

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closed starter for @ovriit ! ♡ plot: party boy x innocent girlie who he lowkey corrupts !

"i'm not trying to pressure you, or anything." milo held his hands up innocently. liar. he knew exactly what he was doing, knew how calculated each movement he made was. but he didn't care. "only if you want to."

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JACK INNANEN Adults 1.04 "Theracide"

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JACK INNANEN IN ADULTS (SEASON ONE)

click the source link to find 485 (268x151) gifs of jack innanen in his role as paul baker in adults (season one). all gifs were made from scratch by yours truly and are for roleplaying purposes. please don’t include them in gif hunts or repost them, but feel free to edit them for personal use only. a like or reblog if you use them and/or find them helpful would be greatly appreciated!

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“i’ll give you a thirty second warning.” she gave him a single nod. it was a promise, a commitment to the guy who was practically a stranger. maeve tilted her head up at him, squinting at his handsome face under the moonlight. he was all sharp features and rough charm — she could totally see him being a bundy type. but she could tell he wasn’t. she was on red alert around all men, and the cute cashier was no exception. he drank just as much as her. if she were in any danger, he wouldn’t have let his guard down so easily. “if you kill me, could you make it known that i died drowning in liquor with a stranger because i lost my job? it’s really important to me that they feel directly responsible.”

❛  well    –    if  you  get  the  itch  to  streak  down  main  street  give  me  a  heads up,    alright?    so  i  can  be  on  the  lookout  for  any  creeps.  ❜    he  laughs,    bringing  the  bottle  back  to  his  lips  for  another  swig  before  twisting  the  cap  back  on  and  setting  it  down  on  the  curb  between  them.    ❛  that  sucks,    i’m  sorry.  ❜    hunter  leans  back  onto  his  palms,    gravel  denting  his  fingertips.    ❛  i  don’t  think  any  job  is  worth  drowning  in  liquor  with  a  stranger  for,    though.    what  if  i  was  a  serial  killer?  ❜

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maeve was breathing hard, her hands pressed between a pair of trees as she doubled over. she was a runner in high school. track was one of the only ways she freed her mind from the constant overthinking about what was supposed to come next. when she didn’t figure it out in time, her parents shipped her off to their alma mater in hopes that she’d figure it out. three years later, maeve’s major was still undecided. she spent too much time playing with riot to focus on much else these days. she watched the brunette through the trees, an unhinged grin splashed across her face as she broke loose through the woods again. “is that supposed to scare me?” she taunted, voice breathy as she soared over a patch of roots. “i’m going easy on you, and you still haven’t caught me. try a little harder, riot.”

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the desperation was getting to be too much. riot wanted her in a carnal way, the kind of way someone shouldn't want another person. animalistic. it was the reward, after all. that she could finally get what she wanted if she could find her. only lit by the moon, riot felt like she was coming alive in a sort of way. looking between trees, no stone unturned. their little game. she was going to win this time. "bitch, when i find you..." she called out into the darkness. "you're going to be begging me to carry you back to the road because your legs will be too weak to walk."

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