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davina-yueng​:​

Davina was in her own world, sipping on her tea while reading articles on her phone. Her ability to focus in high volume places was a gift she was grateful for, especially in a coffee shop. It wasn’t until a man stuck his hand out that she looked up. “I’m sorry, what was that? Something about cats…” she had heard bits and pieces, but she didn’t think the other was talking to her. Either way, she shook his hand and smiled in return, “Davina…”

River chuckled light-heartedly at Davina. “Cats, yeah,” he said as he shook her hand and smiled at her. “I just hate them. So much,” he giggled, “it’s nice to meet you, Davina.” The smile on his face grew wider as he faced the girl, taking another sip of his coffee, “what’cha readin’?” He asked her curiously, wondering if it was just social media or if it was anything interesting. Either way, he was open to hearing about it. Whether he was over stepping boundaries with his question or not didn’t seem to phase him either way, and he patiently waited for her response to his question.

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last ooc lmao im so sorry

anyways i finally finished river’s blog and it ACTUALLY works this time thankfully !!!

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ooc !!! { again }

lmao ya girl a dumb ass bitch and i kinda fucked up the new theme as well so i have to find ANOTHER new theme so. stand by. ._.

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stand by, i’m changing river’s page theme so it’ll probably change up a bunch in the next few minutes lol

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jamesselroy​:

“Thanks.” James grinned up at him before he placed his drum sticks into the holder, climbing to his feet. “I really should have been paying more attention.” Though is stomach gave a nervous churn when he asked for James to check him out. This was the part that always made him a nervous mess, even though there were step by step directions taped down by the register to walk James through it. He was always scared that he’d mess it up somehow and then he’d have an angry customer on his hands. Sure, he could stock shelves and talk music all day with customers but having to actually do customer service things was still a struggle for him. Even if he had been working here for Ed for what had to be months now. “No problem, and yeah, I do work here.” He laughed softly and motioned for the other to follow him back up front, James slipped behind the counter and took the record, grinning when he saw it was The Beatles. “Oh this is one of their best records by far.” He said with a nod before he glanced down at the post it note. “Sorry this might take me a few seconds to get you checked out.” He admitted, a slight flush of his cheeks. Carefully he read over the first few steps, putting the code into the register, his brow already furrowing some as he worked his way through. Sometimes he felt like he wasn’t good enough to be working for Ed, that he could find someone who knew what the hell they were doing, and who didn’t forget to do this every time he came to work. He hit a wrong button, causing the register to beep, and James swore under his breath. “Sorry-” He muttered again, “Traumatic Brain Injury, takes me a bit longer ringing stuff up.” James explained before he worked his way back through, finally grabbing the record and putting in the code for it. Since it had taken him a while, he felt bad, and quickly added the friends and family discount code. “It’ll be $21.89.” James finally said as he looked up at the man, offering him a very apologetic smile. “Gave you the friends and family discount since it took me way too long to get you rang up.”

“Oh no, you’re fine,” he gently waved off his apology for not paying attention. “You’re super talented, I’m glad I got to hear you play a bit.” As the two of them walked up to the front of the store and James took the album from his hands, he complimented the album. “I agree,” he smiled at him, “my mom loves The Beatles, and this is the last album she needs to complete her collection.” He watched as James rung him up, noticing how frustrated he was getting. “Hey, don’t worry. You’re doing great,” River flashed a big smile at him, hoping to help him feel better about struggling to work the cash register. “A lot of buttons and stuff,” he chuckled lightly. “Don’t be sorry, I don’t mind, really,” he smiled again as James handed the record back to him. “Thanks for the discount, though. You really didn’t need to do that, but I appreciate it.” Before he turned around to leave, River spoke without thinking, “do you maybe wanna hang later? I gotta be somewhere now, but let me write down my number or something,” he looked at James, realizing how awkward his question was but not really caring much. River had never really cared about embarrassing himself, so he shrugged off the awkward feeling and waited for a response.

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milliemaerogers​:

“Louisa, come back here!” The blonde shouted at the park. That corgi mix may have been small, but somehow, she’d snapped her leash in half (granted, it was like three years old and Lou had chewed through it several times, Millie just hadn’t had enough time to buy another one). Thankfully, someone seemed to stop the dog. It wasn’t too hard, Louisa would stop to be pet by anyone who offered, honestly. “Oh, thank you so much“ Millie said, out of breath with a small smile “Good God, I never thought she could ran this fast, you scared the life out of me, LouLou” @codstarters​

River knelt down on the ground as the little pup trotted up to him, his hands brushed over his fur as he petted the dog. “Aw, what a precious doggie,” he smiled at the dog as the girl ran up behind it. “Yeah, of course!” He smiled widely at her as he stood up again, the dog at their feet. “I’m sure that was scary. I know if my dog, Sage ever ran away like that, I’d freak too,” he chuckled lightly as he shoved his hands into his front pockets.

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jamesselroy​:

It had been awhile since James had picked up a shift at the record store and frankly, he missed it. Holding down a job gave him a sense of normalcy and he found himself missing that quite a bit.  So with things under control for the day, James had offered to come in, and pick a shift up. Even though it had been a very slow day, he was glad to be back in the familiar shop, surrounded by something he loved- music. With no costumers in the shop and since he had managed to put a box of new records away, James made his way towards the back where a drum kit was set up. The moment he sat behind it, James instantly came alive. His fingers reaching for the drum sticks, taking a mere seconds before he was tapping out a jazz beat. He had gotten so into it that he hadn’t heard the bell above the door that announced that someone had entered. In fact, it wasn’t until he heard them clearing their voice that James finally realized he wasn’t alive anymore. His hands stopped and he looked up, flashing them a grin. “Sorry- I didn’t even hear you come in.”

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River walked down the side walk, passing up different stores as he searched for the record shop where he would buy a new record for his mother. It was her birthday in a week and he’d be visiting his parents back in California for her birthday. Each store he passed by, he’d would take a glimpse inside as he walked, noticing the people that crowded some stores, and the lack of people in others. When he reached the shop he had been searching for, he noticed that it was rather empty. He gently opened the glass door, hearing a little bell above his head ding as he walked in. It was a wonder he heard the bell within the music from a drum kit that he heard on the other side of the store. The beat was good, and it had River tapping his toes and walking in rhythm as he searched for the record album he planned to buy for his mother. She was particularly fond of The Beatles, and he knew there was one album she didn’t have on record yet. River walked down the aisles before finding himself in front of the source of the music - a man wailing away at the drum set in front of him. He shoved his hands in his front pockets, smiling as he watched the man get lost in the music he was playing. After a moment, River noticed a clock above the man’s head that read 3:48 pm, 12 minutes before he had to be home to meet up with his friend. “Shit,” he whispered quietly under his breath before clearing his throat to get the man’s attention. “Oh, don’t worry about it. You’re really good, you know! As much as I didn’t want to stop you, I’m actually about to be late meeting someone.” He smiled softly at the man, “mind checking me out? I mean, assuming you work here,” he waved the record album he held in his hand in the air, “considering you’re the only other person in this store,” he chuckled.

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owenmason​:

For whatever reason, it always took Owen by surprise when someone started to sign to him. Especially when it was a stranger out in public. Maybe part of it was because back in Florida, almost everyone he ran into didn’t sign. But it seemed like where ever he turned in New York, there was someone that he could communicate with. Whether their signing was good or not never once mattered to Owen. What mattered was that at some point in their life, they had decided to learn a language that not everyone used, that he was able to communicate with people. “Yes! I’m deaf.” He signed, always making sure to sign a bit slower than he normally would, not for sure how much people would be able to understand. He paused for a moment, finger spelling his own name once more but this time leading into his sign name, A combination of the letter O and sign for nurse. “So safe to assume you don’t like cats?” He added a few seconds later, an amused expression resting on his features.

Seeing Owen’s face brighten up when he saw River signing made him happy. He loved to make people smile. Thankfully, Owen signed at a slow pace to make sure that River could understand him clearly. River knew sign language, but he didn’t know much and was mediocre at best. “Yes,” he signed before taking a moment to think about the signs for his next words, “cats are awful. Imagine picking cats over dogs. You have to be...” River trailed off, not knowing the sign for his next word so he finger spelled it instead. “E-v-i-l,” he finger spelled the word before proceeding to sign again, “to think cats are better than dogs.” He let out a small chuckle before shaking his head in disapproval. His words were purely light-hearted and he was only half joking about the evil thing. He doesn’t hate cats that much, but he was frustrated about the cat trying to post up to his dog.

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owenmason​:

Owen was sat at a table in the middle of the coffee shop, his cup of coffee resting near his elbow and a book in his hand. It just so happened that the moment he looked up from his book, that the guy next to him turned around, his lips moving quite fast, and Owen instantly locked in on them. Trying his best to follow along with what was being said. Something about cats? Not liking them? With an amused expression on his face, he nodded along as the other seemed to go on a tangent about cats. He folded down the corner of his book to mark his page, his attention now fully on the other man. When it seemed like he was finally down, Owen gave a soft laugh, and reached to pull his phone out of his back pack. He held up a finger with a smile, hands quickly moving over the keyboard.

That cat was totally trying to fight your dog. He typed with a grin, shaking his head in amusement. I don’t hate them per say but they can be such little shits. I thought about adopting one but ended up getting a dog instead. Probably a good idea, the cat might have tried to end me in my sleep. He held his phone out once more for the man, hoping that he had followed along decently with everything that was being said. When he stuck his hand out, Owen reached to shake it, giving another nod as he did so. You said, River, right? Wanting to make sure he had caught them before quickly adding, I’m Owen, nice to meet you.

River noticed Owen typing out his responses on his phone, and it confused him. Why was he typing his responses? After a quick conversation between them using Owen’s phone’s notes app, River finally caught on. “Oh!” He exclaimed loudly, accidentally letting everybody around him know that he understood. His hands immediately began to move in rhythm as River spoke, signing every word. His signing was pretty rusty, and he didn’t know much since it had been so long since he learned the language, but he did his best. His fingerspelling moved slowly as he signed his name, “Nice to meet you, Owen” he smiled at him, fingerspelling his name. “Are you deaf?” He signed and spoke, glad that he had learned sign language all those years back. Of course, it was a bit obvious that Owen was deaf, but River thought it’d be better to ask and know for sure than to assume.

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intro !!

( Ross Lynch + Cis Male ) —  Have you seen River Callahan? This twenty-five year old is an English major in College who resides in Manhattan. He has been living in NYC for three years, and is known to be kind and carefree, but can also be materialistic and distracted, if you cross them.  People tend to associate them with laughter and campfires by the beach.

General ~

   ➼ Full Name ~ River Callahan    ➼ Username ~ @riverrcal    ➼ Age ~ 25    ➼ Astrology Sign ~ Scorpio    ➼ Date of Birth ~ October 31st, 1995    ➼ Borough ~ Manhattan, New York    ➼ Gender ~ Cis Male    ➼ Pronouns ~ He/Him    ➼ Sexuality ~ He doesn’t like to label himself!    ➼ Relationship Status ~ Single   

Physical Appearance ~

   ➼ Face Claim ~ Ross Lynch    ➼ Height ~ 6'0"    ➼ Hair Color ~ Blonde    ➼ Eye Color ~ Hazel    ➼ Reference Photo ~ Click Here :)   

Background Information ~ 

   ➼ From ~ Santa Monica, California    ➼ Occupation ~ College Student // English Major and works at the campus book store.    ➼ Financial Status ~ Wealthy    ➼ Mother ~ Close relationship, gets his big and fun personality from her. She was always around when he was a child. Didn’t have a job, since River’s father being the one to bring in the income.    ➼ Father ~ Not super close, but still has a good relationship with him. Wasn’t ever really around when he was a kid. He was always at work due to being a famous author and owning his own law firm.    ➼ Siblings ~ River is an only child.    ➼ Living ~ Used to live in a big, fancy mansion beach house back in California, and now in New York, he lives in a fancy penthouse that is mostly paid for by his parents. He pays for his own food and helps pay a small portion of rent by working at the campus book store at his college.   

Biography ~          

      River Callahan is a 25 year old cisgender male born on October 31st, 1995 in California. River grew up in a big ocean-side beach house in Santa Monica, California with his parents. He was always close with his mother, and definitely got his big personality from her. His father and him weren’t as close due to his father not being around as much, but they still got along perfectly fine. River’s father is a famous author who also owns his own law firm, so he wasn’t around as often, but because of his work, River’s family is pretty well off with money. River was always privileged and lowkey spoiled his entire life because of this. He grew up in a very big, fancy beach house, and now lives in New York in a big and fancy penthouse paid almost fully by his parents. He realizes his privilege and tries to keep an open mind and be the best person he can be despite that privilege, and sometimes even using that privilege, but sometimes he can be a bit materialistic.          

      River has always loved Pokemon ever since he was a child. Considering his mother was always a big Pokemon fanatic, his love of the Pokemon franchise makes a lot of sense. He moved to Manhattan when he was 21 years old to gain some independence and start studying as an English major in college. River has always wanted to be an author, and he can thank his father for introducing him to that world. Growing up on the ocean-side, River always had a passion for surfing as well, and always hops on his old surf-board when he visits home in California. Despite moving in an attempt to gain more independence, his mother still flies out to see him at least once a month, and River is sure it’s because she gets lonely when his father is working late hours at the law firm. He doesn’t mind it, though… Usually.       

      River is carefree, funny, kind, social, exciting, and has a big personality. His friends usually describe him as the “sunshine” of the group. River is confident, and always sticks to being himself, no matter what. Sometimes his mouth runs faster than his mind, and he can find himself talking and having fun even in inappropriate times. He is constantly distracted and has a lot of trouble focusing. He can also be a bit too frivolous at times, although he tries his best to focus and recognize the right and wrong times to be serious or frivolous. In terms of relationships, River can get a bit too attached sometimes, and is extremely passionate in his relationships, sometimes to a fault, but he is always trying his best to understand boundaries better. River is constantly working on himself to be a better person and to stay humble.

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River sat in the coffee shop that located just down the street from his penthouse. His coffee cup was filled with, of course, only the best and fanciest cocktail of coffee and flavors mixed together to create his favorite frappuccino. He twirled the straw around in the cup that sat on the table in front of him, staring off into space. River always did get bored if he sat in the same place for too long. His thoughts ran to a million different places at once, he tapped his fingers of his free hand on the table, making mediocre music with the pads of his fingertips. Before he could think about it, he turned around to the stranger sitting at the table next to his and began to speak. “You know, I hate cats. You wanna know why I hate cats?” His hands waved around in the air as he spoke, “I was walking Sage the other day, and this cat comes up and like, parkours over him like a maniac. Like, where’d you come from, ya little shit? He starts circling around my dog like he’s posting up to ‘em or something. You tryna fight my dog? Cats are so weird. And mean. I hate ‘em,” he shrugged before resting his head on his hand that was propped up on the table in front of him, and he let out a sigh. Suddenly realizing that he just randomly began to annoy this stranger next to him, he shook his head lightly before facing the person. “Sorry,” he chuckled awkwardly, “I’m River.” He stuck his hand out in front of him, gesturing for a hand shake and a small smile formed on his face.

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OOC !! on mobile 😳

Hey guys! Sorry, I'm on mobile right now but my laptop is dead right now and I'm super busy so I'll write River's intro as soon as I can :) It'll definitely be posted before tonight tho! Also, sorry I've been posting a lot ooc posts today, I feel really bad about it but I promise I won't post any ooc's after this one LOL 🥴😭

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ooc !!

I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED WRITING RIVER’S INTRO BUT I LOST IT BC TUMBLR CRASHED LMAOO FUCK

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Peach Beach getaway

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