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Happy Friday friends! I'm off for the day with only mild plans later this evening, so I'll be throwing up some character headcannons and available for plotting.

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incendiant‌:

Open to human interaction. “Yeah.” He smiled at her, though he wasn’t sure he’d ever been open to any type of human interaction. Miles knew in his heart that he liked people with a capital P, but they were so much easier to handle in theory. He knew only one type of connection and that was of purpose, of ideals, of the mind. He helped people as he could, giving someone a lift, picking up groceries, that sort of thing, but connecting? He barely remembered what that was like.

“A colliding hurricane of awkward,” he parrotted and chuckled. “You’re pretty weird, huh.” Miles handed her a cup of coffee and a spoon, setting the sugar in front of her. “So you are the ABBA person.” He wrinkled his nose. “There are worse things to be. Like a Nickelback person, everybody hates those.” That was a joke. Mostly. “So… should I ask you about yourself? What do you do? You’re obviously not from here so what brings you to Kola?”

“I am very weird, but i can only hope it’s a “grow on you slowly, slightly endearing” kind of weird and not “I better get a restraining order” weird,” Sophie answered with a laugh. “Guilty as charged, ABBa was my first musical love.” She scrunched her nose at the mention of Nickelback. “The couple that lived here before you and your roomate were Nickelback fans. It was a trial.”

At his question she raised an eyebrow, pausing to assess her arms, her clothes, to consider her self. “I’m obviously not from here? Is it because I’m pale as all heck? Or does the subtle southern twang tattle tale on me.” It was a joke, because her accent was much more than subtle. “I’m originally from Kentucky. Moved out here because I love music, wanted to write songs. I work as a lyricist. What about you? What’s your calling and why did it bring you to Kola?”

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There was something about her that reminded him of himself, and that was no compliment. He hated how all at once she’d taken all the responsibility and made all the decisions for them. He hated it because he wanted to do the same, but she beat him to it. Now he felt like the mess she had to clean up. 

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not like you forced me into it.” Maddie seemed to feel sick and he assumed his presence was upsetting her. “I hope you get to sort things out too,” he said, stepping away. 

Maybe it’d have been better off to never mention a thing to her, but the tension was awkward. It was naive to think his confession would make it any better though, because it only seemed to get worse. He was starting to think there was something wrong about him, something that made him ruin things. He blamed it on the alcohol, it was surely messing with his mind. He set the glass down and moved on into another idle conversation while his head went dark places. 

Maddie didn’t know when she’d gone wrong, turned sour from the inside out. She felt like a limb suffering from some flesh eating virus, like she was rotting from the inside out. As much as she hoped well for Jack, as much as she didn’t host any sort of delusional romantic feelings for him, she also wanted to drag him into an empty office and beg him to make her feel something other than sickening apathy. He didn’t deserve that. Not when he had the potential of putting his life and his marriage back together.

I hope you get to sort things out too. Those words hit her right in the stomach, or maybe it was the liquor. Either way the blonde was stumbling towards the bathroom, upending her insides into. She must have been getting too old for parties like this. Or it was that stomach bug that had been going around. Either way she didn’t really feel like partying anymore, not that she wanted to go home to a haunted and empty home much more but . . . at least there she could sink into blissful unconsciousness. That is if she could sort through the mess that was the unofficial coat check room and find her phone and her wallet. 

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Jack didn’t expect that reaction, though he wasn’t sure what he was expecting either. “What?” She sounded almost like… he’d offended her. It confused him. Frowning, he shook his head. “You are overreacting,” Jack said firmly, though his heart was racing. She’d had a few drinks, he didn’t want to make a scene. 

The initial shock seemed to wear off quick enough though. “I could’ve had more tact,” he offered, but he doubted he knew a better way to say what he’d said. They had done something wrong. It had to stop, they already knew that. “It just felt like something you should know about. And it doesn’t make me feel any less guilty.”

“He does? Since when?” For a moment the image of her husband showing up to murder him flashed before his eyes. Not a nice view. “We’re not okay, but… but it hasn’t been okay for a while. So… — But it’s gonna be okay. I’ll make it work.” He didn’t know if it’d be enough, but he had to try. “What do you mean, ‘it doesn’t matter’?”

Maybe she was overreacting, maybe she wasn’t. It was a knee jerk reaction. Why did she need to know anything about his husband? Wasn’t talking about emotionally probing topics what fucked them over in the first place? Right or wrong she felt the need to retract, like a wild animal in a corner. He couldn’t just stand there with those downturned brows and a sound of concern in his voice and ask her what she meant. It would render her a disappointing mess in seconds. If she told him what a ruined mess she was she’d cry, and if she cried he’d reach out and she’d let him . . . and once she got close to a warm body she didn’t trust herself to not seek distraction and touch and heat.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about, Jack. Just focus on you, and your husband. If you can save what you have then do it . . .do it and don’t let anything else matter. My . . .he won’t bother you. I’m not even sure that he cares, that he feels anything about what I told him. So if you were worried we aren’t on the same page here don’t be. We fucked up and it can’t happen again. I’m sorry it happened at all . . . mostly because, I think if we hadn’t screwed up so bad we could have been really good friends.”

She’d never considered herself a lightweight in the past, but god she felt woozy, nauseous even. Maddie closed her eyes, pressed her palm flat against a table to steady herself. “You should go, Jack. Go mingle, go have a good night.”

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The other’s reaction was far from rare. Rather than dwelling, Ethan slowly took a step back to examine the car once more. Lips pursed to one side as he used a rag to clean the oil from his hands. “You know, you could always rent a car. Also leasing, have the car for a couple of years, make monthly payments then get a new car. It’s more paperwork and a bit more money but it boosts your credit.” He rambled off, his brows knitting together at her next question. “Well… I can tow her to the nearest junk yard and we can see how much you can get. Luckily, she isn’t a super old car so there may be parts necessary for other people. Like, you wouldn’t believe how often these shit-boxes break down. I’m pretty sure I deal with this brand more than any other, really. You should definitely look into a Toyota next time.”

Mackenna felt her nose sting, the warning sign of impending tears. It wasn’t that she couldn’t afford a new car. It was that the curves of metal, those four wheels, had ushered her into her new life. In that car she’d cried the last tears for the life of Allison and she’d given birth to new her that was Mackenna. If she’d been alone she probably would have sat on the hood and said goodbye, a lengthy monologue to a motor vehicle, because that was who she was now, a girl who shared her soul easier with inanimate objects than other people. “Leasing . . . I never really thought of that before. That’s . . . thanks for the advice. Can we . . . tow it to a junk yard? If there’s any part of her that could be useful to someone else that would make me feel a little better.”

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“You might give people something to talk about if you don’t slow down,” he noted, offering her a small smile. Jack didn’t mean to tell her what to do, but he was reminded of what a night of drunkenness had done to them in the past. Shame and regret didn’t look good on him. 

He took a cautious sip from his drink, taking a quick look around the room. “I told my husband,” Jack blurted out before he could stop himself. Was it a good idea? He didn’t know, but he supposed there was little damage the truth could do now. It’d already been done by their lies. “I didn’t mention your name, but he knows.”

“Jesus Christ, Jack.”

Maddie almost choked on her drunk, surprised by the sudden confession. “You don’t talk to me for weeks and now you want to pull the serious shit out of your ass?” Her voice lacked accusation, more weary than anything else. “I mean . . . cool . . . good for you? Is this something I need to know . . . or did you feel like you had to say it to me outloud to officially end things and assuage some of your guilt?” Some bitterness flittered into her voice, even though it wasn’t really aimed at Jack.

“I’m sorry, that was bitchy. I . . . mine knows too. Not that it matters much.” She fussed with a strand of blonde, uncomfortable, wanting to open up to Jack because her insides remembered how easy it was, but she wasn’t sure if she could do it and still respect the obvious boundaries he was trying to place between them. “I hope you guys are okay, or working on becoming okay or something.”

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It had been a long tedious day and Elias just wanted it to end already so he could start all over because each day got easier. He could do this. He could be sober and healthy and relatively okay. No pretending but be the real thing. Jack deserved the real thing. He had spent most of the afternoon writing and to his surprise a clearer mind helped him with ideas for a new story. It wasn’t anything special but it was a lot better than nothing. He hated having to stare at white paper for hours and manage to get only frustration out of the ordeal. At least now he had been able to brainstorm. After finishing a few errands he decided to go out for a late jog. The weather was better now, a lot less sun. He wasn’t a big fan of hot weather, and running under the melting sun was not his idea of fun. 

He left his apartment and was about 10 minutes into his jog when out of nowhere a blonde girl clung to him, whispering an apology into his ear. She was - familiar. Could have sworn he knew her from somewhere but he could not pinpoint from where. “Sure, no problem.” He smiled at her and then turned to face the man a few feet away, glaring in his direction. “Gotta a problem with my girl, man?” The man huffed something and took off running.

The hairs on the back of her neck tingled, raised even after her impromptu jogging buddy left with his tail between his legs. Maddie stayed close until she knew he was gone and then took a step back, shooting her victim another apologetic smile. “Thank you, seriously. Normally I have more than enough bitch in me to teal people off on my own but I’m a little low on energy today.” His face tugged at the edges of her mind, like he was someone she didn’t know but SHOULD know, her gut telling her to be wary. There was nothing more disconcerting that not knowing why your instincts were screaming at you.

“I seriously owe you. Can I buy you a hot dog, some board walk fries? A bottle of water, anything?”

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Danielle Campbell

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Kristen Bell being perfect as always in the movie “Like Father”. ♥

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Shay Mitchell

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Is it bad that I want a Holland Roden/Madelaine Petsch dynamic more than life? Like idc if they're a romantic ship or badass soul sister besties but I just want two sassy redheads running the world like absolute bosses.

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  “I’m sorry to bother you but to you by any chance know a nice cafe? I just recently moved here so I still gotta figure out the good places.”

Such a simple question. There were at least five cafes in the area that Sophie regularly haunted, and yet suddenly the name and location of every single one had fled from her mind. “Oh . . . um . . .there are some good places . . . a lot of good places. There’s a really quiet one that’s good if you need to write or read or hear yourself think. If you’re more into people watching there’s another one I like that does like open mics and poetry readings and social events. Coffee is good at both.”

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@blueprinthearts​ like this for a starter based off: fools by troye sivan

the night was too quiet. almost empty bar giving up space for low chatter. the song coming from the speakers old and unrecognizable. mark let out a small sigh, fingers tapping restless against the bar. the taste of whatever he had ordered still burning on his tongue. “—okay, but like, honest opinion?” he turned to the person sitting by his side. smile on his lips. spiked up hair, messy beyond repair after the fifth time he ran his fingers through it. “like, really look at me. take a good look at me cause i want you to be completely honest with me. —do i look un-marry-able? do i look like the kind guy who has three months relationships until he is 60?”

What a question, and god he’d caught her when she was just the right number of drinks in and just the right level of emotionally brutalized. Maddie turned her head, taking a moment to size him up. “No, you don’t look un-marry-able. You look like the kind of guy who is perfect marry-able but maybe keeps going for the kind of people who aren’t the marrying type.” Her gaze flickered to the ring on her finger, tone of her voice slurred and bitter. “Or maybe you’re focusing too much on the word marriage. Cause let me tell you putting a ring on it doesn’t guarantee anything. Marriage stops meaning anything after a while if you’re not careful.”

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Next round of muses I will probably be bringing in next week:

Inbar Lavi ~ Finley Kravatz ~ Con Artist

Gemma Arterton ~ Bridget North ~ Personal Relations Agent

Emily Bett Rickards ~ Eliana Banks ~ Computer Programmer

Kerry Washington ~ Emerson Platt ~ Real Estate Agent

Anna Kendrick ~ Hadley Bowen ~ Lyft Driver/Photographer

Gemma Chan ~ Skye Bruis ~ Interpreter

Nina Dobrev ~ Stephanie Bock ~ Surf and Swim Instructor

Holland Roden ~ Vivian Soroka ~ Personal Assistant

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50shadesofkola‌:

Perfectly painted nails were clicking on the screen of her phone, desperate to get this e-mail sent as soon as possible, or she might lose a job. But it was hard to concentrate when tyring to hold it in, so er feet lead Cathy to the nearest bathroom, which turned out to be disgusting. And while her next best option already had a line, she just couldn’t risk going for yet the next one, and got a place in the line. And while she wasn’t one for bathroo line chitchat, she was intrigued about what was taking so long, and the truth brought a disgusted look on her face. “Gross. But… still not worse than the other bathroom over there. I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Enough said,” Maddie answered with a shudder and a grimace. “All the technological advances in the world but all you have to do is walk into a public restroom to see that humanity is still a bunch of heathens.” There was the sound of flushing, and the current occupant of the only apparently sanitary stall exited, the line moving forward just a tad as the next person moved forward. Two in front of Maddie know and she heaved a sigh of relief just as the middle stall became a symphony of creaks and unsteady walls shaking and two bodies roughly colliding with lusty moans and groans. “I swear to god they better be a pair of lusty teens that can’t get it on anywhere else. I did not sign up for a pee and a side of porno,” she huffed. 

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“You need to leave now. You’ve caused enough damage.” Everett rarely got mad at his students, for real. Even if they could be the most annoying people he’d ever met, he knew they’d end up growing up and maturing. But when one stayed behind to talk and just accidentally messed up all the notes and maps and papers he’d gathered for his next trip, he just couldn’t help it. Now all those papers were everywhere on the ground, and he just started picking them up, oblivious to the fact someone had walked in when the student left.

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Professor Barton was the kind of educator that . . .well. . . gave off the vibe that he didn’t really want to be an educator. Not that he was at all cruel towards his students . . . he just seemed perpetually restless, occasionally awkward. Bailey caught the tail end of his exchange with another student, passing her peer as they hastily took off. Hoping the Professor hadn’t been left in a perturbed mood that would automatically transfer to her, Bailey shouldered her messenger bag and cleared her throat as she approached the desk. “Professor Barton? Bailey Forsythe, I’m in your Tuesday/Thursday classes. We talked a little bit about me handing an essay in early . . . I have dress rehearsal for the drama club’s play all weekend and I won’t be anywhere near a computer when it’s technically due.” She pulls the essay from her bag. “Is that still okay?”

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I have a blessed day off tomorrow which means ill be churning out replies and going through the starter tag. And probably also picking out new muses to add cause what is self control? I am always available on and off via tumblr im and discord for friends who want to chat/plot.

Like this post if you would like a random starter tomorrow and I will add you to my list!