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—from California with love, xoxo

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ft. @abbyhoops​ 

katie hopper, 55 years old, landscape architect and pilates instructor, gemini. cindy’s mom is the ultimate extrovert. she’s constantly out and about, and her social life has always been far more active than her daughters’. always the loudest person at pta meetings and generally always inserts herself in any issue she can, even when she shouldn’t. always has some conspiracy theory about someone in her life. katie is still on decently good terms with her ex-husband, but mostly because she doesn’t have to share a household with him anymore. she’s also extremely close with stacey.

jim garza, 56 years old, aircraft mechanic, aries. katie and kevin divorced 9 years ago, and not too long after jim started showing up whenever stacey and cindy were at their mom’s house. katie wasn’t as slick as she thought. jim is cool, though, and cindy likes him a lot. he’s still kind of stuck in the 80s and obsessed with motorcycles but he never runs out of stories, like the time he rode his bike all the way to texas, had a single beer, then immediately rode back home. he fits right into the chaotic energy and even gets along with kevin when the occasion calls for it.

kevin eggers, 52 years old, co-owner of a hiking supply store, aquarius. truly a man of the desert! kevin kept the old family home in albuquerque, which kind of resembles a cactus farm. he's an amateur arborist and wildlife biologist. new mexico’s less impressive version of david attenborough, if you will. he has a nice little family of wild porcupines living in the back yard and they all have names. he’s also the reason for cindy’s (and stacey’s) intense love for star trek, always sitting the girls down to watch it with him. also responsible for getting cindy her first pair of crocs. while stacey and katie are close, cindy was always more attached to her dad. 

stacey grace eggers, 26 years old, software engineer, scorpio. cindy and her sister were never really the closest, having just enough of an age gap to never have much in common, except for star trek and weekend morning cartoons. they momentarily grew a lot closer when their parents divorced and they had to travel back and forth between two homes... but only a couple of years later she was off to college in california and stayed there. their contact mostly consists of sending each other memes every few days, and they only really spend time together a couple of times a year.

for the other hoppers’ see abby’s family tree.

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surejo‌:

with the annoying things gus let jo do, she was convinced he gave up any form of dignity he once had when he was given to the shelter… and subsequently taken home by that person who loves cats – no, i don’t mean the animal, i mean the musical, garrett! considering she was stuffing his body into a makeshift coat and he was putting up no fight whatsoever ( listen, if he did, she would lay off )… “ i think gus, like, gave up basically, like, any dignity he, like, had left. ” just to parrot what’s already been said ! as she sat him beside rabbert, one thought came to mind: finally… gus really is gus the theatre cat. “ hm… ” so she was pretty sure they didn’t have the capabilities to train gus and rabbert to do anything cool ( especially gus – again, because he had no dignity left ), but cindy was right – it would feel like cheating. “ i mean, like… i think it, like, depends on, like, what they’re, like… gonna be doing? maybe just hire, like, a pet trainer… ” a pet trainer for a rabbit and an old cat – idea of the century !

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, that coat is dignified af,” she said, placing rabbert gently on the floor so he could hop around and adjust to his new outfit. he didn’t seem to mind it that much, so that boded well for their first production. it was going to be very unremarkable if all they had to show was two animals that didn’t really do anything and weren’t even in costume. “k that’s true, we didn’t even figure out what we want them to actually do...” cindy pondered that for a moment, brows furrowed in concentration. typical them to focus too much on the costumes. “we could hire a trainer. rabbert already knows like, three commands so he could probably learn stuff.” of course the commands he did know were ‘come here’, ‘up’, and ‘down’ so he’d still have to step up his game significantly. “it’d be sick if we could make them like, walk on two legs.”

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moonvoiid‌:

              cindy is one of the more forgiving people who could have witnessed the fall,   but ian isn’t all too pleased about it.   maybe it’s that cindy is used to ian being a dumbass,   watching him throw popcorn into the air and having it miss his mouth five times before he finally gets one in,   or the fact that she knows that ian owns a body pillow with sasuke printed on it because it’s always lying right beside them whenever they’re making out on his bed.   she knows he’s more pride than grace but it still hurts his ego. 

   “  what would you know about angels ?  ”   just as it’s mentioned,   ian starts moving his limbs back and forth,  creating a snow angel that takes the form of something just as beat-up-looking as he is,   mostly because there’s a snowboard attached to his feet.   “  pretty sure you’re supposed to be asking me if i’m okay,  ”    ian lifts his head,   trying to look at her through his snow-covered goggles.    “  but i’ll let that slip,   just help me take the board off.  ”

cindy snorts at the angel remark, “more than you, that’s for sure.” she watches as he makes the worst snow angel she’s ever seen, conveniently proving her point for her. when he finally stops and lifts his head, she crouches down next to his feet to actually help him. “if you were in excruciating pain, you’d be too concerned with that to bitch at me,” she tells him, though her tone is gentle, “but don’t strain your neck.” even if he’s a confirmed dumbass, she genuinely likes ian and would rush to his aid if she believed he really needed it... but she’s also pretty damn sure his fall hurt nothing more than his pride.

he probably deserves to suffer a little bit longer, but it’s too cold and she doesn’t particularly feel like sitting around in the snow just to punish ian... as tempting as that is. “i’m not a doctor yet but i think you’re gonna live, bro,” she teases as she carefully unbuckles him from the board so he can roll over into freedom. “think you can get up or do you like, need a hand?”

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@surejo​ 

“good thing i’ve been dressing rabbert up since he was a baby,” she remarked as she stuffed her bunny son into a little sweater. her mom and sister had always thought it was ridiculous but who was laughing now? with rabbert lined up to be the next star of the theater world, her point would be proven once and for all. “do you think we need to like, have auditions? i guess in movies they like, hire stage trained animals but... one, that feels like cheating. two, i don’t know how many of those we could even track down out here.”

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rileyyxkim‌:

“Um… weird flex but alrighty then. They probably just associate you with their food giver, hence the consumption of your uh… things,” Riley said. What were they called again? Craps? Hmm that didn’t sound right. Well, didn’t matter. “Liar? Who me? Never. I can’t believe you would accuse me of such behaviour,” he gasped dramatically, putting a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “I didn’t kidnap anything! Especially not… whatever it is you’re looking for,” Riley said, waving a hand in dismissal. Either Cindy was some sort of lie-detecting god or he needed to step his game up. Riley assumed the former. 

“NO, no, no! Where do you think you’re going??” Riley panicked when Cindy made a beeline for the bed, getting between her and the offending piece of furniture just in time, “Don’t you know it’s rude to snoop through people’s things?? There’s nothing under there except some of my personal items, If you know what I mean,” Riley said, winking for good measure while putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her in place. If she looked under the bed he was confident he’d be dead before he even knew what hit him. 

“Yeah, or maybe I’m just like a pig whisperer. Both equally possible,“ she said nonchalantly, as if that was a perfectly reasonable statement. Cindy actually did feel like she really connected with animals, which helped her tremendously as a vet student, but... in this case, she had just kind of shoved the pigs onto a boat and hoped for the best. “You’re not even just a liar, you’re a bad liar,” she said, mostly to hurt his pride. With anyone else, the dramatic gestures would have been a dead giveaway but with Riley? It wasn’t so easy to tell.

If there had been even an ounce of doubt before he blocked her path, Cindy was now nothing short of convinced that Riley was the culprit. “I just wanna look under your bed really quick,” she told him, trying in vain to push past him. Then he dug his hole even deeper, picking the worst possible strategy for diverting her attention. “Oh my god, bro, what do you have?” she tried even harder to escape his grip now that there was apparently a stash of sex toys in the mix. “Did you like, try to use my crocs? Cause you could’ve just asked.”

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romanwalsh‌:

whatever he was having meant tea, because that was practically 50% of roman’s diet. he walked into the kitchen, cindy trailing behind, and turned on the kettle. he was still not really sure what the actual heck was going on, but he wasn’t just going to kick her out. he didn’t not like cindy. maybe today would be a good day between them. also, ian would probably be home soon. fingers crossed.  ‘interrupt anyth- holy shit.’ in the middle of his sentence, roman burst out laughing. if there was one way to break the ice when it came to roman, it was talking about embarrassing situation involving kieran. ‘really? what happened?’ he asked. an delighted smile lingered on his face, showing off the dimples in his cheeks. ‘also, big mug or small mug?’ he held up the two options for cindy to see. ‘and what kind of tea do you like?’

cindy was both surprised and relieved when roman started laughing at her reveal, so she had no choice but to laugh along with him. “yeah! like, k, i just came over to eat at his place, and i was kinda early cause... long story, but ivan’s raccoon was not being a bro and i had to get rabbert out of the house.” she paused her story when he held the mugs up for her, then pointed to the big one, “size queen. anyways, he didn’t like, have it out so i don’t know for a fact that he was doing it but he was like, all flustered when we showed up. if you ever walked in on someone, then you just know.”

“i’ll spare you the ramona flowers tea ramble,” she told him as she strolled over to look at the selection of tea, even if she wasn’t formally invited to do that. in her own cupboard, tea only really existed in two or three forms, and she was highly impressed by roman’s tea based diet. she made the mental note to demand tea at their place more often. “do you have like, cocoa tea? that’s my fave.”

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indiabosss‌:

India walked out of her bathroom as she continued to brush her teeth, “So, I was in the shower and I just thought” she said looking over at the person as she leaned against the wall with her eyes hung low, “There should be a reality show where flat-earthers have to find the edge of the world” she muttered out before spitting into the sink, “I honestly think that would be the best show ever right!” she said nodding at the person sitting there. 

“it’s not as good as star trek, obviously.” to be fair, that was her disclaimer for everything... in case her starfleet pajamas didn’t give that away already. cindy was a trekkie first and a person second. “but i guess it’d be legit, like, as long as they get some big guy to yell at them. like terry crews. or bill nye, looks like that’s his new thing.”

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carry-on-my-wayward-gays‌:

meladoodle‌:

where can i buy some thigh high crocs

in hell

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romanwalsh‌:

roman was pretty sure that he had not ordered food, or texted one of his friends to come over. also, callie was at work, as far as he was aware, so it couldn’t be a surprise visit by her. and also she would have just walked in, instead of ringing the bell. so, all this considered, roman hesitated a few seconds before opening the door. everything was explained though when he saw who was on the other side of the door. ‘ian isn’t home right now?’ roman said before she could say anything, though it sounded more like a question. one day he got along fine with cindy, the next it was the opposite, so his question was more what kind of day it was today.  whatever confusion he might have thought was solved, came back in full force when cindy spoke. ‘i… don’t, uh, need gum. but thanks?’ roman didn’t even know what he was doing, he was on autopilot, stepping away from the door to let cindy in before he actually decided if he wanted to do that. ‘this sure is a surprise.’ he finally said, sounding mostly cheery but the confusion over the situation was still apparent in his voice. ‘do you.. want something to drink?’ it seemed like the polite thing to ask, ‘or snacks?’

“yeah, i know he’s not here,” cindy said, sounding just a little disappointed. she had hoped her improvisation would have gone over better, but honestly she couldn’t blame roman for being confused. she didn’t exactly have a habit of seeking him out one on one. not because she didn’t like him, they just seemed to misunderstand each other a lot... or whatever it was. she had only been in big bear for a few months, but she’d already accepted that the mind of roman walsh was often beyond her understanding.

“k, let me know if you change your mind about the gum.” she couldn’t help but feel like stepping inside was a questionable decision but... well, she had made her own bed in that regard. she could have just not invited herself in and she wouldn’t be rambling about gum. “oh yeah totally, bro. just... like, whatever you’re having,” she told him, following him around the place like a confused puppy. “i didn’t interrupt anything, right? i think last time i surprised kieran, he was like, in the middle of jerking off or something.”

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cleoxortiz‌:

flashing a smug smile, she shrugged nonchalantly. of course it was smart. after all their time spent messing with tourists and frat boys in big bear, she liked to think she was nothing less than a pro now. knowing she outsmarted and played someone just gave her a high that she could ride on for days. with her growing boredom and frustration with the show, this was just what cleo needed. “oh god no,” she frowned. “arizona blues deserves nothing but the best. us too, of course.” grinning, she nodded in agreement. “good choice. we’re definitely talking them into getting bottle service then. the good stuff, not the basic crappy shit you find at a frat party.”

getting into character, the brunette frowned slightly as she eyed one of the guys up and down. “wow ari, you’re so right.” doing her best valley girl impression, cleo continued, “sorry! totes thought you were our hot friend, greg, but you’re definitely waaay hotter. i mean, obvy you’re all super hot!” inflate frat pack’s ego - check. draping her arm around cindy’s shoulders as the blonde pulled her in, cleo nodded. “OMG that would be so fun! you guys have to come with!” though sensing their hesitation as they eyed the camera crew, she quickly improvised. “don’t mind the cameras! ari and i are filming this hot new reality show - ari and madison take the bahamas. it’s like the kardashians, but way better. the producers want us to bring some hotties onto the show, and you guys are totally the hottest guys we’ve seen on the island.”

quickly giving cindy a look as if to say ‘play along’, she then turned to the frat pack again, pouting, “please?” when they finally agreed, she clapped her hands together in excitement. reaching for one of their phones, she put in her number before handing it back. “perfect! so ari and i will get ready, then meet you guys at aura in like, 30?”

cindy nodded eagerly, “uh, yeah obviously. if they’re not paying up for the good stuff, then we’re out.” that was part of their m.o. – dealing with frat bros could be extremely taxing, and it wouldn’t be the first time they’d bounced because the reward was not worth the effort. at least she got to hang out with cleo and laugh all the way to the bank. sometimes metaphorically speaking, sometimes literally.

cleo was really hamming it up, but the frat guys were eating it up even with the cameras rolling. they were going to be easy to crack for sure, and cindy fell right into cleo’s step. “oh yeah it’s like, not even a contest," she agreed with madison, cheesily winking at the guy she perceived to be the beta of the group. always good to work against their power dynamic, this was a fine art. “we just instantly knew it had to be you guys. like for real, you’re even better than hot greg. if we like you then maybe you can become like, recurring guests on the show. like kanye.” play to their lame-ass fantasies, check.

“see you in 30!” she told the now visibly excited frat guys... idiots, the bunch of them. as the pack trotted off to do god knows what in preparation, she breathed a deep sigh, “will guys ever get any smarter?” doubtful. she wasn’t even sure why she was asking. they’d better keep up their end of the deal, though, so she gathered up her stuff so they could head back to the villa. “you didn’t actually give him your real number, did you?”

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abbyhoops‌:

abby stepped aside as soon as the door was open. “what happened?” she asked, wrinkling her nose. she cooed as rabbert stuck his nose out, leaning down to scratch under his chin, then straightened again. “babygirl, what kinda question is that? when do i not wanna hang out with you two?” she said, waving a hand for cindy to make herself at home. “you want something to drink?”

“men happened,” she grumbled as she stepped inside the apartment, carefully holding rabbert so he wouldn’t get too excited and jump out of her arms, “and i want... tea. that’d be sick." she gently placed her bunny son on the floor, letting him reacquaint himself with aunt abby’s place. “okay i’ll spare you the details cause like...” cindy grimaced, even though she was pretty open with abby about her career, there were limits to what she’d share with her cousin. this wasn’t alabama. “i was just on cam for like... 4 hours and it was all like, gross incels who didn’t tip for shit. the end of the month is the worst.”

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@romanwalsh​​

cindy had decided to go hang out with ian. the only problem was she’d skipped the whole part of asking if he was actually in. turned out he wasn’t. he’d replied to her text just as she was about to turn around and head home... which was incidentally also the exact time the door was answered. “surprise bro! i came over to say hi to you,” she improvised as she was met by a curlier head of hair than she’d expected. “i brought... uh, gum. you wanna hang?”