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hallowghoul​:

there was nothing camila hated more than the cold, despite her forcibly accustomed winters in new york she often flew down to miami for the bitter cold, only popping back home for holidays or an event.. so it was safe to say that the few months centralia resembled the state of alaska were miserable. there was only so many re-runs of housewives she could watch before she was muttering the fight scenes verbatim in her sleep while an empty bottle of wine lay idle on the coffee table. 

she’d left her home to find a different blonde this time, one she’d been missing dearly these days. she was about halfway to aria’s salon when she caught sight of the would be altercation had the pedestrian not yielded the girl’s preventative measures. still the ordeal caused camila to grit her teeth and close the distance from across the street in mere seconds, heart racing as her feet came to a full stop beside her friend. “fuckin’ idiot, go!” she shouts with venom dripping from her words. “kick your god damn ass if you don’t watch where the hell you’re going.” she adds as they begin to scurry away. “baby, he fuck it up?” she coos to aria as she drops to a low squat, fingertips brushing over the edges of the box. 

she was expecting the worse. she had spent a month worth of savings on her pastels, and she was pretty much sure she was about to lose them all. it was nobody’s fault but her own- really, she really shouldn’t be in the middle of the sidewalk drawing, and if she were, she should have known to keep her pastels closer to her, and safe from possible accidents. there was no time for should have beens- aria closed her eyes to lessen the heartbreak when camila’s voice pierced through the air, her colorful language filling the moment as she pretty much forced the person to step away. aria’s eyes were wide. she felt awkward to be defended when things had been clearly her fault, but she didn’t attempt to stop it from happening. for a moment the blonde’s blue eyes moved from the pedestrian walking away with fear all over their face, to the small brunette standing before her in an almost superhero stance. that’s what she was. aria let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. “i think.. i think we’re all safe- they only got the black one, which is ugly anyway...” aria bit her lip. “what would i do without you?”

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ofhellview​:

He wasn’t sure why Ella had decided to come join him - maybe she was just hoping for a familiar face.  He thought briefly back to their playground chat - had he been flirting with her?  You probably need intent, but he still felt his cheeks flush at the idea.  “I’m just sayin’, when it comes to things that look kind of sad from the outside, it’s people passing paper bags back and forth on the street.  Either they’re too young or broke to be in a bar, or they’ve drank too much already and no one else will serve them.”  Her rambling caused a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.  “You know, I’ve always heard Einstein was a drunk.”

ella broke into a little laugh, but she still shook her head with every single reason levi gave her about why the brown bag was bad. fair, that was the usual social connotation of it, but if things could be bad, there was a slight chance they could be good, right? ella shook her head with a bit more energy, holding up her hand in front of him as if she didn’t want to hear any other reason. “it could also mean... the night is great, the sky is clear and the stars are shining bright enough for a couple of drunks to choose to be outside passing the paper bag.” coincidentally, the night had those same characteristics in that very moment- it didn’t sound too much of a bad idea. “i mean, probably. what did people do for fun in the old days if not getting drunk and do math?” ella scoffed. 

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everandevermcre​:

              an itty bitty part of banks had hoped that aria was too involved in her art to notice the time , but the first thing she does is call him out . he shifts his weight from one foot to the other and runs a hand through his mess of bedhead . ‘  well , you know , i planned to be here on time , but we plan and god laughs , so …  ’ he trails off like his little good boy spiel might be enough . from his spot on the ground , legs hovering , banks holds all his weight on his back and uses his abdominals to jump onto his feet . ‘  yeah it’s fucking hot ,  ’ he admits because being too cool is overrated . he’s just aiming for mild coolness . squatting to aria’s level now , knee touching hers , he looks from the art to her eyes , the eyes that made it . ‘  where do you want me , boss ?  ’

well, it wasn’t like aria was great at planning things. stuff came up all the time- sometimes it was saving a bunny, sometimes it was a new skirt on a store she passed by every morning- she couldn’t help it. it’s why she wasn’t mad at banks for being late. in fact, she liked that she’d had some time to do some kind of... art, if anyone would call it such. it had left her a little more calm. “it’s alright. i was just worried you’d forgotten or something.” the blonde looked up at him just in time to see the way he had gotten up on his feet. aria was amused, her eyes widening slightly as she tilted her head. but her reaction? aria scoffed. “show off.” she laughed and put the pastels away. “let’s go inside before you melt.” aria grabbed his hand and got up at the same time, half dragging him into her salon. 

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chaoscometh​:

“Don’t you?” They were amused when the mention of River being complimented came up, which was one thing they never had a problem understanding. There were a thousand things to praise, hell maybe even a running list, but they were all words left unsaid. They couldn’t afford to engage in sentiment that might actually reveal the feelings hiding under a so called hardened exterior. “It’s fine.” Bas attempted to reassure him, while taking the lighter, and easily sparking the blunt in hand. It was the one time they seemed to have agreed to taking orders from anyone but themself. A chuckle though, did follow the mention of blood. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll stand. Mostly for my own safety though, I don’t trust whatever has been on this couch.” They admitted, grin easily forming, shoulder posting up against the wall as dark eyes seemed to wait for him to come back into the line of vision. “You could just clean it, once you hold some pressure to it, and I stop moving, it’ll probably clear up.” Suggested, rocking on feet just a tad.

“look like one? i mean, that’s up to interpretation. i like baby angels. they have real smooth butts. but bible angels are supposed to have like... eyes everywhere, and mouths, and just real fucking scary creatures. i never asked which kind.” river wasn’t sure if his knowledge about the bible and religion ever seemed weird to others. he was more spiritual than religious, but he had grown into it, and when he had wanted to defy it with his own views of love, gender, and life, he had to have some kind of solid base. “stop saying it’s fine- you’re in my place, so i will say when it’s fine.” he was a carer, sometimes to the extreme, and rarely did he ever accept any sort of arguing against that. the last thing he wanted was to lose more people around him. river disappeared into the bathroom, still able to hear bas in the living room. “come on, don’t be such a pure. i’m sure you’ve been at worse places.” he scoffed, coming back with some alcohol, a clean towel and the biggest bandaid he could find. maybe the pressure thing would be better. “we’ll see.” river sighed, and sat on his couch, pulling them closer. he prepared the towel, dampening it with alcohol and looked up. “take a deep drag,” he instructed, motioning towards the blunt. “now stay still, and try not to punch me in the face.” river prefaced it, with a hand gently pressed against his back for support, then pressed the towel against the cut. he could almost feel the burn himself. 

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hallowghoul​:

location: bar downtown centralia status: open @liminalstart​​

“this seat taken? .. great, thank you.” camila speaks up over the mid-day crowd though she doesn’t leave much, if any, room for protest. She sets her purse on the old oak bar slab, manicured fingernails comb through her hair, eyebrow raised sharply as her eyes catch the bartender. “glass of red, surprise me..” she orders, pushing a credit card across the way. she turns to the bystander beside her, lips pursed together. “hope you weren’t expecting..”

eddie opened his mouth to respond- he would have said it was empty either way, but he was taken aback and left speechless as the brunette took the seat next to him, and the effect lasted for a few more seconds until she seemed to give him some attention. “expecting... what? for you to buy me a glass of red as well? i mean... kinda, but i will deal with the disappointment.”

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trcshcans​:

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“because men are entitled and thing they can get away with anything if they’re pushy enough. but thank you, i do like to believe i can do most things better than men,” shane said with a cocky grin. if there was one thing shane loved the most out of life, it was being able to make fun of men. “oh come on, i’m sure you wouldn’t be that bad,” she urged. “that’s what the gloves are for, stops from hurting your hands. all you gotta do is punch and hopefully nothing would be hitting you in the face.” god, even off the clock and after complaining about not wanting to work for free, shane was still in trainer mode and trying to push poor juliet into trying it. “sorry, i get so into work mode that it hard to get out of it, even when i’m off the clock. you obviously don’t have to try.” 

“i mean, i barely know you and i believe that to be true,” juliet commented, wrinkling her nose a bit for emphasis. nothing against men, they could do their things, they could do okay, but women usually went for the think smarter way, therefore... well, women were statistically better at everything. juliet was sure she could write a whole essay about it. “trust me, i would find a way,” she was laughing. really, she could only get on the elliptical and some days, if she was feeling daring, she ran a mile or two to feel better about herself. “no, don’t worry. you can get all into work mode as you can, i refuse to make you work a second with me tonight. i’ll just sit here and... spot you.” she chuckled. “isn’t that what men say to each other when one is just... staring?” clearly, juliet was outside of her comfort zone in a gym.

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chaoscometh​:

Nic was not the right company to encourage a boring night consisting of a single drink. Instead, it made her grin a little bit, head cocked to the side as if she were entertaining the idea. “Well if it’s one drink, you should make it count. Whiskey sour sounds a little bit week, no?” Asked with a chuckle, before elbow curled around the back of her chair, casually relaxing but never quite capable of sitting, or doing anything really, straight.

“you think that’s weak?” juliet almost choked on the sip she had just taken. it burned her throat already- in a way she liked and enjoyed, of course, but it didn’t seem weak at all for her, but she did like a challenge, and somehow juliet took the other’s comment as one. “what do you suggest, then?” this was not in the plans, but she didn’t have much to do the next morning. she could be... indisposed for a few hours.

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wait a minute, is eduardo ‘eddie’ hasan-vidal still in town? i thought i saw a flash of (heavy boots, the smell of fabric softener, an abandoned cup of coffee in the morning)! last i heard they were working as a(n) nurse and paramedic. when it’s the (aquarius)’s birthday on 02/14. i forget that they’re detached and celebrate that they’re reliable. i hear late night talking by harry styles every time i think of them.  ⌠taylor zakhar perez, 27, cis male, he/him ⌡ 

A B O U T tw: abortion mention

he’s a local. been here since he was born, and only left for college. his family is very steady on the middle class, didn’t have much of a hardship growing up and even inherited the old family car when he turned 17. 

he has a sister that’s one year older than him, but he hasn’t seen her in almost ten years. she turned eighteen and left town to never go back, which left him as the sole child of a family that put too many expectations on their children. 

eddie had always been a good kid, barely ever got in big trouble. he went through the rites of passage, being caught drunk (multiple times), crashed the car (barely made a scratch), aside from getting caught inside of it with a girl (neither of them had their tops on). his sister went through all of these, and more. way more. 

after eddie’s sister left home, all his parents’ hopes and dreams were placed onto him. his father wanted him to be a doctor, so he said goodbye to his dreams of star athlete or music star (his two hobbies), and ended up going to the best college they could afford. 

it was alright by eddie. he made friends easily, and of course didn’t take long before he found a girlfriend- the cutest girl he had ever seen, but perhaps the craziest one - and he fell head over heels for her. 

by sophomore year, they had been together for about eight months, when she came to his dorm on a thursday night with her eyes red and swollen. she was pregnant. it took eddie by surprise, because he was sure he had been careful every single time, but told her he would be there. he was scared to death, but he had been well educated, and even after a couple days the idea of being a father felt... compelling. even exciting. 

*tw* this girl disappeared for three days only to call him early morning to pick her up at planned parenthood. eddie drove as fast as he could- thought something bad had happened, but when he finally asked she simply said she got rid of it. “what?” “you heard me.” he let it happen. it was her choice after all, but a part of him was mourning something, but he wasn’t going to let it come between them. 

a couple months later, he found out about her cheating on him during more than half of their relationship, the pregnancy probably being this guy’s doing. it had to be, but he didn’t reproach it. he simply broke up with her. she made a scandal, yelled, cried and by the end of the week she had started a rumor about him forcing her to have an abortion. *tw over*

eddie’s life in college completely changed. he was stared at in the hallways, even teachers had somehow taken a stand against him no matter how hard he tried to deny it and tell the truth. he didn’t bother to finish the semester- packed all his stuff and drove back home. 

he became the family’s disappointment. specially because he didn’t care to explain what had actually happened. they were far too conservative and religious to even touch those subjects. he simply said it was not for him, and he would find a job in town. 

eddie has worked in every single business in town in the past eight years. but somewhere about three years ago, he decided to use what he had learned in med school for something, and took several courses to become a paramedic. he decided it was not too bad of a future to help people after all, and he found driving the ambulance pretty damn fun. 

he lives by himself with his dog- an old schnauzer that whines and barks way more than eddie speaks to him. but it’s okay. he fills up the empty space most of the time. 

C O N N E C T I O N S...

high school and life long friends. friends of his sister. hook ups, flings and exes from the past  hook ups, flings and people he flirts with nowadays. friends from the hospital people he sees at the hospital way too much his partner in the ambulance- basically best pal nowadays. little sibling-esque kind of connection and many more...... 

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ofmcthman​:

location: outside the dance studio

closed starter for: @xemptywithyoux​ (izzy)

she’s running herself ragged, and she knows it. but as wylie plants herself on the ground in front of the studio and dares to peel off the pointe shoes she’s been sporting for hours, there’s a mantra that’s running in her mind that keeps telling her that it’ll all be worth it. the sight of busted toes and the beginning of a rash at her ankle is enough to make wylie sigh with her reality, the reality that she’s rusty and that maybe staying off the stage was a good idea. but how was she supposed to walk away from something she’d dedicated more than half her life to? with a grumble, wylie pulls her legs in to hug them to her chest, head lulling until her gaze meets izzy’s in a defeated way. “remind me again why we chose this life for ourselves? like…what possessed us to think that dancing on our toes for hours at a time would be a goo way to earn money? because right now, i’m thinking i should’ve become a waitress or some shit.”

the second izzy was off, the shoes had to come off. it wasn’t a pretty sight, but she was used to getting looks if anybody ever saw her in flip flops or plain bare foot if she felt the need. the end of the day had finally come, and while wylie finished with her class, izzy did everything she needed to close the place completely as fast as possible so the two of them could go home fast. in fact it was so fast that wylie barely got to take off her shoes until they were outside of the place. izzy rolled her entire head, making her head crack. “girl, you need new ones. those are not going to last one more full month.” she pointed out. “i don’t know. i’ve thought about it a couple times. first i was like... i don’t know, maybe some kind of fucked up kink- you know like sadomasochism, but not really no. i just think we hate ourselves too much.” izzy sighed, not impressed by the sight. “do you want my flip flops? i can just put on my socks.”

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ofmcthman​:

there was no doubt about it that cade’s favorite season is summer. the sun is hot, the sky is clear and her roller skates are always on her person, and in cade molina’s mind, that’s just how things should be. the former california girl lived for hot weather, but there was something about centralia that was borderline on too hot, but she didn’t have the heart to admit it. why complain about something that you can’t change?

skates are on her feet as she floats down the not-so-busy streets of the small town. she’s able to avoid the odd person if they pop out, but otherwise her eyes are trained to the scenes around her. it’s like she’s out of some sort of comedy, because the moment she hears that warning sound, she’s skidding out on those eight little wheels. cade is used to tumbles and falls, used to the stinging sensation of road rash, but as skin meets pavement so she can avoid whatever elicits the outburst, she can’t help but growl aloud. “what the fuck??” she’s laid flat out against the pavement, arm stinging as her head lulls to find the person she’d fallen over for. “did i miss it? please tell me i missed it.”

“SHIT-” aria said to herself in such a high pitched voice that it surprised it was her as everything happened in front of her. she should have been more attentive of her surroundings, and maybe move her pastels out of the way instead of making this girl fall from her skates. she had tried skating a few times, and every single time she ended up with giant bruises on her elbows, knees and butt- she couldn’t imagine what the pavement could do to somebody. without even getting up, aria crawled to where the brunette was laying down to make sure she was not bleeding or actually hurt enough to call an ambulance. “i don’t know- i didn’t see- are you okay? don’t move too much- are you... how many fingers do i have up?” aria asked, lifting three fingers, thinking about movies she had seen where something similar had happened.