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Don’t compromise one for the other, and you can do both fantastically. And some days, you’ll do both horribly. As long as you’re happy and give your family the love and attention they need, it all sort of falls into place.

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hellotommyblack:

Finally wrangling the pit out, he scooped out the green mass and left the rest for the waitress to do. Wiping his hands, he walked back to the bar, “Sounds like you’ve got some cooking horror stories, I know I’ve got a couple scars from adventures in the kitchen. Looks like you could use a refill.”

       “Oh I do, I can assure you,” she answered and help up her left hand, palm facing him. “This right here was actually from an avocado fight—” she pointed to a silvery scar along her index finger, “And then there’s this, it’s from grabbing something hot from the oven, and this one... well, I don’t even remember what this one is from,” she said, finger running along a scar inside her palm. Looking down at her glass of wine that was nearing the end, she pursed her lips almost pensively. “Well I’m a bit of lightweight and I would like to be able to walk home at the end of the night, but... I guess one small refill won’t hurt.”

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natcoventon:

“One minute into the relationship and you’re already ordering for me, huh?” Nat joked, peering over at the strange blonde next to him. “I like that.” Silence followed for a moment after, though, as the bartender prepared their drinks, Nat slightly fidgety upon the stool he sat on. After the glass of beer was positioned in front of him, he took a slow sip and set it back down, turning to face the woman to his side once again. “I can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone order wine in here before…”

        “Oh uh... well— that-that was what you wanted, right?” Flustered. Charlie suddenly couldn’t tell for sure if she remembered it right, though the jest in the man’s voice told her it probably wasn’t the end of the world if he got a beer. Once it arrived and he took to it positively, the blonde’s shoulders fell in relaxation again, and she thanked the bartender for their orders before she turned to look at the man beside her again. “Oh really? Well, I guess I kind of stick to what I know, and that’s... wine.”

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sodaniels:

         “Sounds like you’re pretty lucky to me.” Getting to do what you loved and actually enjoying your time at word? Not many people had that. If anything, Sophie hoped she’d be as lucky one day. “I mean it. And yeah.. I think you two would get along.” She exclaimed, the thought of her mother bringing an instant sad, but still gently smile on her face. Missing someone you loved so dearly was one think, though the hardest part was the fact Sophie would not get to see her again. Shaking the thought away, not allowing the sadness overrule on her nice and relaxed mood - because after all Charlie didn’t need a downer in her presence, the brunette tapped her fingers onto the counter. “This weekend it is then. I can call them, schedule an appointment… and text you the hour?” Maybe a little break during the weekend would be everything she needed to go back to her energetic self. Biting down on her bottom lip, Sophie could still feel the blood rushing on her cheeks when Jude’s subject came up. “Yeah.. he’s pretty charming. And likable.”

         “Yeah, I am. Anyone who gets to spent time with you is,” she said, lips moving into a soft smile that matched the gentle lilt of her voice. It meant a lot to her that she thought Charlie and Sophie’s mother would have gotten along, even if it obviously made it even more tragic to think about her absence. If only she could have known what an amazing woman Sophie had turned into. “Yes, that sounds perfect! It’s going to be amazing, and you deserve it more than anyone right now, just a full day of pampering and no studying.” She smiled just thinking about what was to come. When Sophie’s cheeks flushed with colour, she grinned cheekily. “Yeah, he definitely is. I think you two would make a great couple, by the way.”

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tommy-wilder:

Tommy wasn’t expecting quite so much sympathy, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He adopted a slightly wistful look on his face, hoping to sell into the pitying look even more. “I’m… okay,” he nodded, shyly meeting her eyes. “A little bit shaken, but I’m just glad I could save my cat… Frank 2. He’s like a baby to me….” 

        When it came to pets, no one could understand better than Charlie, and in this case she could probably relate even more with one of her dogs running off the night of the burglaries and her other locked into her bathroom. “That’s understandable,” she said and moved closer to him, urged by a constant need to comfort, “I’m glad you saved your cat too, and I bet he is as well. But hey, at least all of this is over now, right?” At this point she hadn’t seen Tommy’s name in the news yet, but even if she had, she wouldn’t have been any less kind to him.

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worshipthetemple:

“Ophelia wouldn’t hurt a fly. Like, look at all the stuff her family is going through right now. But in their eyes, desperation makes people do crazy things.” Idris was sick, so of course people would say that that’s the reason why she ‘stole’ things, and Temple had a pretty penny in medical bills from when they spent 3 week in the hospital last year, along with everything else that came with that. “I was thinking about going after work,” she says with a shrug.

         “Oh God, do you think that’s why they think she’s got anything to do with it?” Charlie’s jaw dropped, marking the shock fittingly. Of course she could see how some people would make it seem like that was a legitimate reason, but they obviously didn’t know Ophelia and her family then, nor Temple, who Charlie couldn’t ever imagine would do anything like this either. And she was even pretty sure she saw them at the lake anyway, so hopefully confirmation of an alibi would be enough to clear both them and Ophelia. “Well, if you need anyone to back you up or anything, I’m more than willing to come with you.”

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sierra-moore:

          She stared blankly at the door, thoughts running through her head about what she should do to those kids, how Idris would react and what Adrian was thinking — None of them deserved this, least of all Ophelia. Her friend was nothing but kind, gentle and innocent in all of this… “You think we can wash it off?” The brunette asked, her anger dissipating into anxiety as she feared for her friends in North End. “We need to do something—” Turning to face the door once more, Sierra wiped to no avail. “This so messed up. I can’t even imagine what it’s like.”

          Charlie was no good with confrontation, never had been. It reminded her too much of her life in the city with her parents— her dad a hothead who was never not colliding with anyone, but she liked to think she would’ve done something for Ophelia and her family like Sierra had, and helping clean up her vandalised door was a good way to start. “Yes, I think we can. I’ll go get supplies or something, and maybe you stand guard, make sure no one else tries to get something in there? Or distract Ophelia if she’s home...?” It was the only plan she could think of right now, but probably one of their best bets either way.

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ALISON & CHARLIE || TEXT

ALISON: I mean, they have suspects now but it kind of sucks because I am friends with Ophelia. I'm so worried.

CHARLIE: Yes, I saw! It's absolutely ridiculous. I've known Ophelia and her family since I was a teenager, and there's no way she could have anything to do with this. God, I hope her name will be cleared soon. Have you heard from her?

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worshipthetemple:

It took not even an hour for Temple and Ophelia’s names to circulate through the dinner. Temping finding themself growing more scared as the shift went on, as they heard more and more whispers about both of them until Temple could finally book it home. And that felt like a mistake upon itself and for the first time since moving to Lanford, they felt truly unwelcome. They had gotten stiffed on almost every tip during the evening shift, and more than a few left mean notes on receipts, things that Temple took to heart too much.

“And here I was thinking that I could go spend a week with my mom. Good thing I didn’t leave,” Temple tries to joke, “Or else I really would have been a person of interest,” they say, voice dry but dear god why did this have to happen? Temple did nothing that night except get too drunk and maybe make out with a stranger or two.

           “Honestly... I don’t know what the heck the police is thinking! This is just outrageous to publish people’s names like that— especially when you’ve clearly done nothing wrong,” she said and sighed loudly. The whole thing upset her, especially because she knew the O’Haras well, and knew Ophelia couldn’t possibly have anything to do with this, and as for Temple, Charlie saw no reason to suspect them either. Whatever tactic the police was going with, it was only going to cause trouble. “Have you talked to them? The police?”

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sierra-moore:

               She had spotted them from the other side of the street, fists clenching as her voice turned up into a yell and the brunette ran towards the group of youths. Faces covered with bandanas, cans of spray in their hands, she knocked one of them away and they disbanded in all directions… “Cowards!” Sierra yelled all around, breathless for a few seconds afterwards as the anger bled out of her system. “This is so fucked—” She mumbled to herself, turning to the person nearest her. “What kind of drugs are the cops taking?” The brunette shook her head and reached out to the O’Hara’s front door, trying to rub away some of the graffiti. “I can’t be the only one who thinks it’s a bad idea, right? Naming people in the media… It goes against every rule in the damn book! They’re just going to cause riots.”

          Charlie had been on her way to Ophelia’s to show her support when she saw the group of adolescents being rushed away by Sierra. It took the blonde a long moment to really understand what was going on, and what they had been doing— it didn’t occur to her at all that someone would really believe Ophelia had been involved in this, and let alone that they would do something about it. She walked up to the brunette and sighed, looking at the door with the fresh splashes of colour. “No, it’s a really fucking bad idea. This is a great example of why... God. I hope they rethink it soon, and... that all of this is over before we know it.”

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natcoventon:

One might argue that Wednesday night isn’t the most appropriate night for a drug-fueled drinking binge. Nat, however, never discriminated against any day of the week, finding it was never the wrong time to go on a drug-fueled drinking binge. This night, like many other’s, was one of those Wednesday night’s. 

Nat’s drug of choice was heroin, and, after shooting up in a puke-filled bathroom stall in one of the local bars, he retreated back to the bar, sat himself at one of the many stools, and examined the people that seemed to float by all around him. “Hey… Can I get a beer?” Nat whistled to the bartender, centering himself as he slowly rubbed the back of his head before using the same hand to pull down his sleeve to cover the area where he’d just stuck the needle into his arm.

Charlie looked at the guy who sat himself down beside her, a light smile pressing to her lips before she turned to the bartender who was busy chatting up a group of girls who was apparently celebrating a 21st birthday, or something along those lines. “Yeah, he’s not... he’s not the most alert bartender there is, but um... give it another five or seven minutes and you might actually get that beer,” she said and wrinkled her nose a little, feeling bad for the guy. Before she could say anything else though, another person stepped behind the counter, wiping his hands and pulling up his sleeves with a smile. “What can I get you guys?” He asked, looking at Charlie and then at the guy beside her. “Oh, uh... well, he would like a beer, and I would like a glass of white wine.”

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hellotommyblack:

“The last fuckin’ time I did this, I nearly cut my damn hand off. Fuckin’ avocado toast bullshit.” 

Tommy hadn’t realized he was talking so loudly until he got a few curious stares from the other patrons at the bar. “If any of you other fools wants this green sludge, you better tell me now!” 

         “Ouch, yeah... that’s definitely not great, and not a sacrifice worth the toast,” Charlie said and wrinkled her nose lightly, mostly trying not to laugh a little though. “I kind of know what you mean though, I’ve had my own fights with avocados. But don’t worry, I’ll stick with this for now,” she answered and help up her drink with a smile.

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jude-nolan:

“No, I don’t need this Xbox refrigerated,” Jude said with a laugh as he went inside and followed her out to the back. Most of the bags were video games, records, and other such things. And the console he bought to replace the stolen one. He set down the bags on the floor, in a space he hoped wouldn’t bother anyone. “I’m good, thanks. Just trying to put back the apartment exactly how it was before my roommate returns from his trip. Don’t want him to see anything was missing and stress. You? How’ve you been?”

        “Oh no, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea,” she said and laughed, “Wait— you bought an Xbox? I should get shopping tips from you, because that sounds a lot more interesting than what I usually get.” It didn’t really occur to her that it was a replacement for what had been taken during the burglaries, but maybe that was mostly because she had been trying to repress that part of February lately. “Oh... oh,” she said then, quickly catching up, and ultimately feeling bad for joking around about it. “I’m so sorry... did they take a lot of things?” She asked, her brows pinching in an empathetic frown. “It’s a nice thing you’re doing for your roommate though, he’s lucky to have you,” she added. “I’ve been good. Put my apartment back in a normal state again too, and tried to focus on work.”

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sodaniels:

          “Cute.. beautiful woman. You’re in a great mood today aren’t you?” She said softly, grinning from ear to ear with of all those compliments coming her way. “You do have miracle hands. If anything, you’re one of the most talented people I know when it comes to cooking - and that says a lot, since I think my mom was the best at it. You’re pretty close and there’s nothing you can tell me to change my mind.” Sophie replied stubbornly, arms crossing over her chest to mimic a five year old child; but her posture soon relaxed and a big smile formed on her lips. She was going to settle with the playlist now until the mood changed or a song popped in her mind but until then, the young woman’s focus was on her friend. “A spa day.. I’ll take it, I have a sane mind still. How about this weekend?” She asked, head tilting on the side. “Uh.. yeah. He brought the roses. No, a history? No — no, Jude and I? We’re friends. Just friends.”

         “I am, and it’s all because of the great company I’m in,” she said and smiled. Nothing could lift her spirits like catching up with a good friend, and Sophie was a prime example of that. “Aww Sophie,” she cooed and felt her cheeks turn red under a firm blush, clearly flattered by the compliment, “That’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard, thank you so much. It means a lot to me that you think so. I wish I could’ve known your mother— I’m sure the three of us could have made some great dinner parties together.” She smiled warmly, hoping the idea of it would comfort Sophie rather than the opposite. Charlie knew looking back was hard sometimes, but she tried her best to always think of her own mother in a positive light, though it was hard at times when she missed her the most. “Yes! This weekend sounds perfect— and after everything, a spa day seems appropriate in every way possible. There’s a nice one in Kingsgate, right? We could go there,” she suggested with a soft smile. When she said her and Jude were just friends, Charlie’s face fell a little, but only a bit before she smiled teasingly. “That’s a shame. I like him.”

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samsonmccall:

At her compliment, all Sam could do was grin, a hum resounding in his throat as a dimple-filled but tight lipped smile lifted his expression. He had his father to thank for everything he’d become – instilling the values of kindness and compassion. As for the fact he was a bit of a pushover… all his sisters’ faults. But the man of the hour in conversation was his dad, which he was more than happy to babble about. “Oh yeah?” He laughed at first, thinking on it as he absently played with the stubble on his jawline. “In that case, I’ll make sure to get signed copies of said books. It’s the least I can do as son.” Dropping his hand, he tucked it back in his pocket, staring ahead as they spoke. “More of a friendship kind of thing, but it probably works for roomies too. Gaze was torn from the journey ahead of them at her agreement and he couldn’t help but smile, meeting her eyes for the briefest of moments as they glossed over teamwork. There was a time in his life where he wanted to be a certain kind of team with Charlie, but he’d let go of that it’s never going to happen idea. Distracted from the idea by their arrival to her building, a cheerful noise escaped him, but the brief burst of positivity was squashed as he let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, uh… unfortunately so. It’s a bit difficult at the moment but we’re– we’re managing, I guess.” The air was tense and awkward all of a sudden, or perhaps that might have just been for him. He avoided meeting her hues, even as he was welcomed into her apartment a short walk later. “You’re… one of the lucky ones?” It was poised like a question as Samson was no master of deduction, but at first glance, it looked far better than the mess of his own shared apartment.

          “Yeah, you better,” she responded with a grin. She didn’t know Samson’s dad, wasn’t even sure she had ever met him, but she could imagine what kind of man he was— what kind of dad he was, especially if he were anything like his son. The conclusion that she would probably like him, was not a difficult one to make. “Well, you’re a good friend, and we’ll make sure he’s no whinge— I’ll send you off with plenty of leftovers so you both have for a couple of days, that’s a promise.” She smiled and rummaged through her bag to find her keys as they took the last couple of steps to her place. She unlocked the door and held it open for him, getting in right after. “I’m so sorry,” she said, genuinely sorry to know he’d been hit too. “I still can’t believe something like that could happen here, you know?” Her head shook incredulously, still wondering what had gone wrong— why someone would do this. “Uh no, unfortunately not. I mean, they didn’t really take any of my furniture which is good of course, but they took... just a lot of jewellery and trinkets from, uh— that had been my mom’s, so that’s...” She trailed off and cleared her throat a little awkwardly, beginning to remove her shoes and jacket, the lights already turned on everywhere, mostly as a precaution after everything. “I just hope they recover everything, or just some of it, you know? For everyone’s sake.”

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ALISON & CHARLIE || TEXT

ALISON: Yeah I feel like the entire town is on edge. For good reason but still.

CHARLIE: Yeah, definitely. Hopefully it will all be over soon!