you are perfectly cast in the role of you.

—IT WAS A personal day for Oliver, which boiled down to “no work & no kid”. Having woken up with nothing much to do, the actor thought he might entertain himself at the local fair. While walking through the park, Oliver kept his eyes trained upwards, watching the people as they SCREAMED on hastily assembled rides. That was when he spotted it — a neon snapback floating down from one of the coasters. Oliver caught the accessory and moved over to the exit gate for the ride, hoping that the hat’s owner would spot him on their way out.

—DEAN WASN’T MUCH of a reader but he WAS one to hit on the occasional bookworm. And where better to scope out the local bookish posy than the library? He’d been aimlessly wandering through the shelves when the sight of someone all but made his day. Dean was amused, though not at all surprised, to see Odette reaching for a large leather bound book on a higher shelf. Dean took a breath and sauntered over to her with as much suave as he could muster. Without so much as a word, he grabbed the object of her interest and proceeded to place it on the top-most shelf. Cracking a huge grin, Dean allowed his eyes to rest upon the young woman, leaning against the shelf as if this were his usual hang out. “Golly did that book just float?” He asked, feigning innocence.

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caoimhe almost feels bad about her plans of corruption when she sees that smile of his - sweet and bright and nearly too pure for her taste - but guilt has never been an emotion that she indulges for long. “ma’am? i’m flattered, but you can just call me caoimhe. i’ll call you sir if you ask nicely though,” she teases with a little wink and a smirk as she settles down in the seat across from him. “it’s a skill of mine - blame growing up in LA. depends what you’re down for. i know where a couple good parties are, but you seem a bit more like a netflix and chill type.”

* ( TALCOTT )

adriana looked at him, an indescribable look crossing over her face. one that said “what the fuck” and “this is dumb” simultaneously. “i love that show, but it isn’t based in reality, like, at all.” she said, looking down to observe her newly manicured nails before looking back up. “i guess there’s always the possibility, though.”

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Imogen had been making her way out of church, a small smile on her features, her bible snug beneath one arm as her hands finagled her long red locks. She was free for the day and she was beyond excited to explore the various secrets that Point Place had to hide. While her sister, Donna, often talked about how she and her friends would kick it by the old water tower but as enticing as that sounded, Imo wanted a bit more danger. That’s when she spotted him. A single brow lifted as she slowly approached, tucking her bible deep into her purse as her gaze flickered to the cigarette between his fingertips. “Whatcha mean?” Imo asked as her gaze followed his cigarette,  she took the opportunity to walk over and stomp it out with the heel of her muddied keds. A genuine laugh falling from her lips as she extended an arm to him. “Be cool, man, I was actually coming over to ask if you had one to spare. The ‘rents aren’t a huge fan of this nasty little habit I developed, not that my mom even really notices.”

This is a plot call for all my gays sons. Cause ya boy went inactive for a bit and now I’m confused as to who I was gossiping with?? So if you want to plot/continue plotting please give this a LIKE.

—BRAM COULD SENSE Cooper’s presence even before he could smell him. It was some freaky Alpha-and-Beta connection shit that the farmer had only just begun to experience. Whatever the feeling was, he didn’t like it. It made his hair stand on end, and his chest swell with an overwhelming need to put the other wolf in his place. “How shocking — the STRAY is back,” Bram grunted, not bothering to turn around as the young man approached him from behind. Rather unceremoniously, Bram spat into the grass. “break outta your chains again? Sure smells like you had an EVENTFUL night,” He played it off with an air of sarcasm but truthfully, Bram wouldn’t have been surprised if the kid had gutted a few townsfolk if he’d gotten out during the full moon. The kid was absolutely unstable in his wolf form, and Bram had no idea how to help him.

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CHLOE: petition to make her my new partner !! CHLOE: with this pupper by my side i’ll be able to catch all the bad boys !!

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HARRISON: i’m trying to show you the error of your ways HARRISON: but you just won’t reason with me jack HARRISON: people don’t have to be attempting murder for a sport to be fun HARRISON: and yes it technically isn’t a contact sport but i’m pretty sure HARRISON: i have witnessed murder attempts during some of the games in world cup