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october - alessia cara 

bonus: car window - thomas headon 

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mender-emilia‌:

Send me 🎼 for a song that represents our muses relationship!

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therealfluke‌:

“ i… think. that’s, uh, that’s the one with the, like… two families who hate each other, right ? ” all he really knew about whatever it was that he had just referenced was that it was a shakespeare play, and given that ‘romeo and juliet’ was forced upon everyone from the second they hit middle school up until they graduated, he assumed that was the one he was talking about. it would make sense, right ? it was nearing valentine’s day, there was that whole thing in the back of his head about talking to his first girlfriend – all of that good stuff ! looking down to the turtle in his hands ( the one that still had a red leash tied around its abdomen ), it took him a second to realize… there was no saving this situation. he had to embrace the third wheel. “ yeah – yeah, this is, uh… this is… ” looking at the turtle again, he furrowed his eyebrows and continued, “ i actually… don’t really know. his name changes… a lot. ”

blair smile and winced at the same time, mocking offence to him only butchering a classic. hand on her chest, she dramatized, “you hurt me levi, you really do.” she couldn’t say she didn’t expect him to ever get a pet, they had once upon a time imagined getting one together, even if it was never going to happen. the thing that threw her wasn’t that he got a turtle either, she could kind of understand it. what caught her off guard was the fact he was walking it, on a leash. “oh.” was the only thing she could think of saying in response to the nameless turtle on a red leash. god blair focus on anything other than that. “so how’ve you been? any plans for valentine’s day?”

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wesmonts‌:

he understood theo had his friends, and wes had his own, and blair was definitely on the other side of the divide. they never tried to get to a point where theo would leave, but there were nights where wesley’s words just cut too deep, and he knew that. he was far from perfect but he tried for theo, genuinely, he did. “missed the boat on my true calling, i guess.” he laughed, faintly as he finally turned to look back at her. “it is, but… never been one to really stay quiet.” a quiet hum as he continued, “slow, definitely, but that’s the season.” he said though, a piece of him felt she might have already known that. “what about you, uh… english teacher, right?”

what she could appreciate though, was that wes at least tried to take the time to do something nice for theo, and it may have added a brownie point or two on his side that he even bothered to ask her for help. blair tilted her head slightly with intrigue as she dipped the brush back into the paint. “you have seasons? i never really thought about it like that, what changes?” she couldn’t be mad that he barely remembered what she did, it was more likely her to need him in the future than vice versa, “yeah i teach freshman english. i have absolutely no need to have kids now because i have about 50 of them already.”

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prevaricatcr‌:

it was rare, that elliot had free time that didn’t include his girls. typically, if he wasn’t at the school or working with the band during after school practice; he was at home with them. after all he knew how incredibly lucky he was to have his siblings so willing to watch the three of them, when elliot’s work responsibilities kept him late. but the girls had begged to play with their cousins today so he’d taken the opportunity for some rare alone time. “well don’t do that, all my hankies are in the wash,” he said with a grin, sliding into the booth opposite of her. picking up one of the papers from blair’s piles, elliot’s brow wrinkled as he scanned through the writing, slowly starting to grimace. “jesus christ, i think i might start crying.” he waved at the waitress, smiling as he caught her attention. “we need another basket of fries and two milkshakes please, my friend might die without them.” he smiled, eyes crinkling. “my treat.”

elliot drew a laugh out from her as he read over her students papers, it was exactly what she wanted to do sometimes before she forced herself to try and understand the mind of fourteen and fifteen year olds. “you’re too kind.” blair said in thanks. their meeting here at the diner was all too similar to their daily lunches in the teachers lounge, their schedules lining up perfectly almost always. it wasn’t common they hung out outside of work though, since he was typically busy and she had a deep love for sleep and the bachelor. “where are the girls today? you never leave them with a babysitter.” blair questioned, taking a fry and dipping it in her milkshake, bracing herself for either judgement or comradery.

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imogems‌:

dressed in a pair of leggings and a loose fitting top that hung off her shoulder as she took off her coat, Imogen fell into the seat across from blair with ease. “i had a feeling you were missing me,” she mused as she reached for the basket of fries, being sure to take one of the more crunchy of the bunch. “what is it you’re working on? don’t you have today off? this is literally no way to celebrate a day off, blair.” taking a couple more from the basket, she laid a napkin on the table and stacked them before her. for some reason, food just tasted– amazing. “crying isn’t allowed though, by any means, what are y’all covering?”

“i do have the day off but i need to grade my kids reading reflections today if i want to give them back when we get back, i’m not sure any of us ever truly have a day off.” she explained with a shrug, joining imogen in snacking on the food she bought. “lord of the flies, i thought they might like it better than to kill a mockingbird.” stacking her papers, she set them to the side, turning her attention to the redhead sitting in front of her, her smile growing at the sight of her friend. “how’s work been? i feel like you’re always at the hospital, don’t make me pretend to be a patient just so i can see you.”

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exsomniis‌:

━━━━ Joakim is looking for Blair—no particular reason than just to bug his best friend—and lo and behold, here she is (he assumed she’d be at the diner). “If you did, I would have recorded it and have Remy look at it. He might cast you for the next play, you’d make a fabulous Elsa.” He pressed a kiss on her cheek and then swiped two fries from the basket. “Anyway, I have a good excuse for you to not read and grade those papers for the meantime,” Joakim said, setting down a folder in front of Blair. “As you know, 80% of my kids want to marry you so they made Valentine’s cards for you in advance.”

Blair tossed her hair over her shoulder with a dramatic sigh as he stole fries from the basket. “Let it go Joaks, I’ve already told you I just don’t see it.” After she finished her dramatics, she looked up at him with a teasing glint in her eye. She was insanely grateful and happy that it was him here to entertain her, knowing that once they were both home she’d fall asleep in a matter of minutes. When he set the folder down, her eyes widened a shocked smile appearing on her face. “This is the absolute sweetest, they do know I’m too old for them though right?” 

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thcoharper‌:

the night before had been long and thankfully theo had the morning off to regroup and get a few things done in the garage. his body was still exhausted after getting a reasonable amount of sleep and to top it off, either himself or wes had forgotten to get more coffee at the grocery store over the weekend. he found himself pulling into a spot in front of his favorite diner as he ran errands before hitting the bar for the rest of the day. upon entering, he noticed the blonde in her usual booth but proceeded to order his drink and a pastry. with everything in hand, he moved towards the table, taking a seat to get her attention. “that bad, huh? high schoolers these days.” he said, as if he wasn’t in high school not even ten years ago. “what was the assignment this week?” 

sliding her hands out so they were flat on the table in front of her, close to her chest, she rest her chin on the back of her palms. “i can’t believe we were ever that bad, half of us became teachers we couldn’t have been that awful.” looking up at theo from her spot on the table, she gave him tired smile, “i thought reading lord of the flies was going to be fun, but i don’t think they actually understand it.” tipping her head over so it rest on her arm, she reached her now freed hand over to theo, squeezing his wrist gently in greeting. there was something about her friend that she absolutely adored and would go to the ends of the earth to protect, his happiness meaning more to her than words could even begin to explain. “how’ve you been? between work and wes.”

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             i see you when you hide and when you lie, it’s no surprise i see you when run from the light within your eyes.

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therealfluke‌:

@blvirambrosio​

the innocence of youth, that feeling of infinity – a child, a teen, you are infinite; a twenty-seven-year-old just now getting so much as starting to find a path – you are inevitable. the weight of recognized inevitability – the weight of ‘i have to do this before my inevitable demise’ – was a load. the good thing ? levi wasn’t alone in this recognized inevitability. the bad thing ? as with everyone, it still felt like it. 

but seeing that callback, that reminder of the days that were, that weight grew a bit lighter. he was still finite, he was not the man she’d loved ( or he liked to think she’d loved him, as much as a high-schooler can ), but how he strived to make that man even better some day. 

now, the thing about being a turtle man ? they don’t walk very fast. they also almost get stepped on a lot ( which is always very worrisome )… but, in this case – yes, they just don’t walk very fast. picking his little friend up, he walked, just about as slowly, over to her. although he was not a natural conversationalist, not even in the twilight zone, something was compelling him to just… speak. “ hey blair, ” he greeted, so as not to startle. now, if his turtle could just tell him what to say next… “ how are your, uh – how’s your class doing ? ” boring. “ any, y’know, at risk teens who can only be put on the right path by falling in love then, y’know, committing a double suicide ? ” … perhaps one out of three ‘books’ he remembered from high school.

that was the thing about beaver creek wasn’t it? everyone knew each other and there were little to no secrets, you all grew up together, went to school together. the manor threw them in this together. you just had to hope you got along. that was another thing, if no one ever came and went, then you went through Big Life Moments with people you already knew. the first time you learn how to ride a bike is witness by your parents and your neighbors, your first middle school dance is witness by your mom and her friends who’s kids are also at this dance, your first significant other gets blasted around school and around town even faster. every person carried a sense of familiarity with them. 

so when she saw levi, her first boyfriend levi, the one person that despite having gone off and married someone else she could never quite shake that connection with, she couldn’t help but smile at him, a surprising amount of comfort felt from seeing his face. how had it been nearly ten years since she had last spoken to him sweetly? the soft nickname of ‘love’ still sitting at the back of her tongue when she saw him. her eyes drifted down to the turtle in his hands, her brows furrowing in confusion. “i- hi,” she looked back up at him, smile still present, until he made an obscure literature reference. “are... are you talking about romeo and juliet? and i’m sorry are you walking a turtle?” 

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wesmonts‌:

“mmn, right, only theo.” wes smiled, “makes me happy to hear I’m not the only one he’s consistently yelling at.” his words playful and light as he opened the can of paint and dipped his brush in. focusing around the outlets. “so…” his voice trialed off, suddenly the emptiness of the room, and lack of conversation weighing on him as he scanned his thoughts for anything worthy of small talk. “the weather, huh?” truly a stroke of genius. he didn’t turn to look back at her as he spoke, “snow does fall, doesn’t it?” a pause as he began to amuse himself. “and the sun? boy, does it know how to get hot.”

she couldn’t remember when, but it had been after one of the larger fights between wes and theo, that theo had ended up at her place that night visibly upset. that was when she had decided on being indifferent to wes, rather than actually liking him, remaining pleasant when she need be. “you’re about halfway to being a forecaster,” blair comments. she finished the line along the bottom before looking back at him, “it’s okay to work in silence you know.” not exactly his ideal situation, a teasing smile finding its way to her face, “how’s work been for you?”

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wesmonts‌:

open twilight zone starter, @manorstart​​

“thank you for stopping by, I know it’s a weird request trust me but, I wanted to try and get this room done before valentines. theo’s always complaining that we never have anywhere nice to eat when it’s holidays or something. that’s usually when I remind him that we don’t even do holiday parties and it becomes a whole fight,” wesley rattled off, waving his hand around as he reached for the paint, “but, with one last coat of paint, this room will be finished and he’ll get off my back.” his smile grew as she held a brush out to the other. “promise, I’ll pay you in a freshly cooked meal or an open bar tab.”

blair tightened her hair in it’s ponytail, keeping it away from her face as she looked around the room. taking the paint brush from the other with a sigh, she gave him a light smile. it was hard to see her doing any of this for anyone, but theo wasn’t just anyone. “i’m only doing this because it’s for theo, if you can make him happy then i wont hear him complain for the week.” she prefaced, taking a pan of paint and sitting on the floor, preparing to work on the baseboards. 

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@manorstart​

despite the fact that the school had given everyone the day off, blair still found herself sitting alone in a booth at the diner, several piles of paper surrounding her and a basket of fries. head down, attempting to read another reading reflection her students had written about ‘lord of the flies’ where all they wrote about was the man parachuting from the plane and how the boys thought it was a beast. movement from the other side of the table cause her to draw her eyes upwards, a smile making its way onto her face in greeting. “you couldn’t have come at a better time honestly, if i had to keep reading this i might cry.”

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rafaelrescued‌:

“Of course I’m enjoying my day off,” Raf said with a wry grin. “I’ve got it all scheduled out into one hour blocks, accounting for travel time. At 6 am I took a run by the river, at 7 I prepped a breakfast… then I watched a bit of television, which is pretty indulgent, but that was only until 8 because I needed to run a few errands around town. Later, I’ll catch a documentary. I’m living my best life. Efficiently.”

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Blair looked at the man with a pleasant confusion on her face, stunned by how rigid he could be even though he was seemingly relaxing. Taking a sip of her own coffee, she stifled a laugh, “Tell me again how planning every waking minute of your day is close to a relaxing day off? Haven’t you ever just wanted to stop and breathe and enjoy the sounds of the river you’re running next to? Or admire how the routine of the bookkeeper at the shop has turned into some what of a dance?”

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INTRODUCING… THE SAME GIRL BUT HAPPY, BLAIR AMBROSIO.

MAGIC IS IN THE WORDS YOU PUT ON PAPER.

born and raised in beaver creek, colorado blair has now spent twenty five long, beautiful years in the village. spending the majority of her days working as a freshmen english teacher, she lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.

name: blair ambrosio age: twenty-five( 25 ) career: english teacher, school newspaper sponsor. residence: 180 offerson rd. / courtyard house, two bed, two bath. spouse: roy van aston, husband, deceased. children: n/a, to be announced. pets: co-owner of a samoyed ( odin ) facts:

your typical english teacher super passionate about her students and what she teaches, the type of teacher that all the students love. adores working with her students and helping them become better writers and grow their interest in literature.

has definitely started writing her own novel but only her roommate knows that it’s in the works. she’ll either write at home after grading papers or go to a cafe in town and write there, hoping to draw inspiration from people around her..

her marriage was one of those where they dated for their senior year of high school and he proposed shortly after graduation. the two of them were married while they were 18, but when they were about 19/20 he passed away due to a work accident. 

really isn’t upset about it, she took her time to grieve her loss and is just thankful for what it’s taught her and how it’s made her a better writer.

now she’s enjoying being young and pretty and single, she’s not an unfamiliar face at some of the bars in town, but she promises it’s only on saturdays. girls just wanna have fun amiright? 

her family is the most painfully basic family, with her sister and herself being the light of their parents lives. the four of them still meet several times a month for dinner and regularly keep in contact as they live their individual lives within beaver creek.

has never cared to leave beaver creek, seeing as she can do everything she wants from right there, and it’s her home.

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manorspeaks‌:

a half smile came onto his lips as he heard the familiar voice. he had seen everyone around the house but the blonde was nice to him when he was mean last month. he didn’t deserve that. he didn’t deserve much of anything. maybe being dead, at least. he felt the mood of the manor shift after the last burial. maybe they were all finally realizing that there was no way to leave. he was sure they’d find that out or already have. his head nodded after she finished speaking, glancing back to the cliffs. “you don’t have to go to the top of the cliffs to appreciate it. sometimes just standing here makes you appreciate the small things in life.” his head shook briefly. he enjoyed the cliffs but not as much as some of his fellow ghosts. “what is your thing?” 

she wanted to answer right away, but had to stop and think about it for a bit, a smile creeping onto her face after a moment. “being firmly on the ground and happy.” blair shrugged, hugging herself to try and preserve a bit of heat.  there’s this hidden park back home, manchester i mean, and i could just lay there watching the clouds go by for hours.” tearing her gaze away from the cliffs in front of her, blair glanced up at theo, pleasantly surprised by the smile on his face. “how’ve you been since we last spoke?”

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manorspeaks‌:

open starter,

stood in the center of the livingroom, the temperature of the room grew with warmth. her smile strong as she looked to one of the current residents of her favorite building. “hi there,” she chirped with ease. “i’m surprised this place hasn’t burned down yet, have you been enjoying your stay?” her smile wide as she allowed her body to rest on the couch, though no indent could be seen from what would be her weight.

blair had gone into the living room, maybe hoping that she’d get to speak with imogen, but instead met another redhead, one she hadn’t spoken to in person before. she couldn’t explain why, but there was a sense of uneasiness about the other.. spirit? as joakim had called her, that had joined her in the room. the blonde tried to smile, but it struggled to reach her eyes, “don’t think i’ve ever been able to say i’ve stayed at a haunted hotel before.”