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will you help me have a bay-bee? ▓ ryan & go

     Having a baby was one of those things Margot had been thinking about quite a lot lately. At thirty-four, she wasn’t getting younger, and she knew the older a woman got, the less likely the pregnancy would go smoothly. She hated that the thought had taken over her thoughts, every-which-way she turned a baby or toddler appeared in sight. It was as though the universe was poking at her, telling her she should have a baby, telling her it would be okay to try again, try to do things right with an infant. The thought simply nagged and nagged at her until she thought things over and set off to talk to a professional about it.

      Dr. Victoria Harris was nice and friendly the second Margot walked into the room. One might even say welcoming. Just the woman’s bright, toothy smile made Margot relax her shoulders in preparation for their conversation. In the first fifteen minutes, Victoria discussed whether Margot was really ready for this and went on about how sometimes women do things like this because they’re scared they won’t find a man.

           That wasn’t the case for Margot. She merely knew she had so much love to give, and had always been one of those little girls who dreamed of being a mother. Margot even went on to explain how she had a child in the past, but the conditions made it hard for her to enjoy her son’s infancy. Dr. Harris didn’t say much before she began speaking about choosing a candidate within a book, which immediately led to Go’s brown eyes widening in confusion. She couldn’t pick a father out of a book. The idea felt weird. So, she asked if she could ask a friend for a favor and the good Doctor told her she could.

       Which, of course, led her to Ryan’s house - apple blossoms in her hand to represent somewhat what she was asking for, since they were known for fertility. Frowning to herself at his front door, she crinkled her nose and smacked her faced with the bouquet of flowers. “Margot, seriously? Serious.oh.ly. You’re going to go and ask your friend for his baby gravy?" Margot stomped and shook her head. " Who the hell actually does that?” She mumbled this to herself as she rang his doorbell, hoping he didn’t immediately kick her out of his place. The only reason she was asking him to help her with this whole ‘borrowing of his man chowder to make spawn’, was because they worked together and he was a friend. Lifting her right, then left-foot Margot questioned whether or not to talk away right there and then.

       “This is insane --” she mumbled right before she heard the door open.

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We're Totally Not Gay :: || :: Cordelia & Anthea

"I'm so sorry about the text I sent you the other night, Anni. I know you're not remotely into my extremely vivid dreams involving you and Adriana Lima. As a friend, I thought you wanted to know them. You did say she was extremely gorg. So..."

She paused. Both eyebrows raised.

"What's the truth? Are you or are you not interested in my strange erotic dreams? Because if you are, I need to update you on this really amazing dream where Lara Croft banged me in a cave...then left me in the cave. Which...I suppose isn't erotic, but since Angelina Jolie was doing it in a tank top I'd like to think it was."

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                           "Vic, actually. Just call me Vic." 

Hayden's eyebrows knitted inward at her statement. Her confidence was a surprise, considering most newbies were scared shitless of getting eaten alive. For once, it was nice to show someone who wasn't scare around the school. No fear meant no one vomiting on his shoes, while he tried not to ruin his 'I don't give a damn' image he currently had.

              "Alright -- Vic. Nice to meet you my name               is Hayden Darmody. I'm a teacher's assistant.               My job is to ensure you know your way around               the school and don't habitually get lost on the               way to whatever class you eventually find you                  hate the most."       

He made eye contact with her, as he spoke; mock enthusiasm coloring his features. Curiosity was obviously getting the best of him.

He shook he hand, firmly as practiced time and time again with students of all ages. To him, when it came to handshakes, Hayden found they said an abundance about a person. Her handshake was firm, but didn't crush his hand or cause him pain. Which either meant she was happy to be at their craphole of a school, or she knew what to do to give a great first impression.

                "No problem. Beats the hell outa' using the fax                machine to make copies of the principal's Elle                magazine." He shrugged at her, lips tight from                 trying not laugh at his own joke.

"Where do you want to start? Cafeteria? Library? Gym?"

High School Never Ends

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              "I -- uh -- I --" Henry fumbled around for words. Words he could not keep from jumbling up because a really, really attractive woman was doing the thing where she smiled and picked up his two-tear-old's missing cavalier king spaniel like an angel sent down from heaven. Tonight, thankfully enough, he would not have to watch a toddler cry over her missing 'puffy' all night long. Thanks to this blessing of a woman, he would get a good night's sleep. "Yes. Dog. Mine." He shook his head, knowing what he said sounded so off out loud. "I meant, yes. That is my dog. Thank you so much for finding the little guy. My two-year-old would have never let me hear the end of it. To tell you the truth, I didn't think I'd find him. I was taking him for a walk then he...disappeared."

          Obviously. He thought, wanting to punch himself in the face for his mindless babbling. 

I LIKE THE WAY YOU WORK IT.

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"I think this is yours?” April smiled, genuinely, picking up his lost possession like a prize.

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“So you were like the little boy in the youtube video that made the speech about how everyone could do what they wanted once they put their minds to it, yeah?” Maura found the lady’s laugh to be contagious. She too let out a laugh, though it was quiet to keep attention off of her. Her target could spot her at any time. Or someone could point out to him that she was a cop, at any time. People like him were in circles with one another and kept tabs on who was who, when it came to law enforcement. While Calista spoke, Maura made an effort to pay attention to both the brunette and the people within the surrounding area. “It is exhausting sometimes. But aren’t most jobs?” The latina shrugged her shoulders. “I gotta admit, though. There are days when some of the people respond to the weirdest things. All of it has to do with paperwork and background checks. Those are what give people away.” Maura nodded. Everyone had their tale. Even her. “What you do is actually more complicated to me. You get a whole room of people to get off their asses and do stuff – with the exception of one or two people. Still. It’s magic, in a way. Not Long Island Medium magic, but magic.” 

Confused by what she heard, Maura furrowed in her eyebrows, wondering how the man got anyone to see him with the way he droned on and on. Sitting through his whole segment reminded her of having to sit through courtroom hearings where she tried not to doze off or roll her eyes. “Yikes. Not sure how he has a career. I feel like he needs to find something new to do for a living. Seems a little too full of himself, too. I felt like he was talking at me, while you looked more like you were talking to me. Which is what you guys want, yeah?” After not messing with cup for some time, Maura took another sip from it. Thinking about her day, she trailed her index finger along the edge of the cup. Working undercover was usually boring, but today had been eventful enough for her to go home with a little extra kick in her step. “At least you catch her in the act. I bet it’s punishment enough for her – having to go through two people to try and get exactly what she wants. More than anything, too, it’s clever of you.” Her blue eyes trailed away from Calista as she spotted someone from earlier who looked like the man she was in search of. It wasn’t him.

“I’m Maura, by the way. Maura Duarte. Nice meeting you.” She said this with a hand out for her to shake.  

  She couldn’t help the laughter that started to bubble out of her  at the question. “An accident, to be honest. You see, my parents both had jobs that involved speech giving so I was almost constantly around them giving some sort of speech.” Calista brought her mug to her lips before elaborating a bit further, “The whole motivating thing happened when I got tired of a member of one of my group projects doing minimal effort; my lecture turned more inspiring than anything I guess.” she returned the cup back to it’s position, nodding as the woman spoke. “That sounds exhausting. At least once you bring your person in you have a good idea of what they’ll respond to. That’s a blessing in itself.” It was good to have a kindred spirit in the way that the other woman had to know how to read and talk to people as well, even if their jobs weren’t close to each other on the spectrum.

Calista nodded, it was the easiest way to describe her. “Thank you, I like to think going to one of these is like going to church. In the way that sometimes listening to the same preacher give the same sermon year after year does nothing for you but when you join a new one or even go to a friend’s there’s a chance that the new preacher will be that spark to light the fire under your ass.” the woman rolled her eyes, the speaker before her wasn’t a favorite of hers and his attitude during the whole thing grated on some of her nerves. “I wish I could say he’s new at this but he’s been doing it longer than I have and that is how he’s always been.” She perked up slightly at that, chuckling slightly, “the one with the glasses and frown lines? She does it every time and causes too much of a fuss when one of the workers tries to tell her something. When I see her I put two people somewhere in the audience near her so all she gets is audio and the people subtly getting into every shot. I appreciate her dedication but I would have hoped she had gotten the point. That’s actually a high praise, considering his legion of followers.” she told her with a serious nod. “Very high.”

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"Well your friend is lucky, I’ll give her that, but she doesn’t live here." Avia relaxed a little, rocking on the balls of her feet. "Maybe you should give her a call or something and find out her right address."

    "I wouldn't say she's lucky, per-say. I'm not the best cook. I was really going to attempt to make breakfast. Then, like, take her to Denny's if I accidentally almost burnt her house down." Cora gave the other woman an awkward smile where all of her teeth were showing. "I could. But I'm thinking of maybe trying the same plan out later. Except, in the right place." And for dinner, opposed to breakfast. Since then and only then will be allowed to cook corn dogs and microwave french fries without burning down her friend's house.

   Hands rubbing together, Cora still felt dumb for all of this. "You have a nice place. I'd rethink the kitchen decor, but it's nice." She nodded, then spun around to look for the exit. From her deer in the headlights expression, it was obvious she had yet to find it. 

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Daniel's groan made her eyes roll. Why did she have to deal with such a baby? Why did she live with such a baby to be honest? It was a mystery that the two of them were even friends with the way he spoke to her -- actually, him being alive made no sense to her. Had she not placed her murderous tenancies into gardening, reading, and yoga, there was a possibility he would have dead. Of course there was a few slips here and there --- her sister's teacher who'd called her the "r" word; Felix, who had lied to her face; and the man who tried to diddle kids on the playground -- but she was doing alright. She wasn't fucking with the police or threatening to kill men who'd touched her without permission at bars. Which, in her head, was a start.

"You should give a fuck, Daniel. One day, you're going to fall into some weird scandal and the only people who are going to talk politely about you are those idiots, who --" Before she said anything else, she found herself releasing a laugh. Mexico? Carmen? Right. Her. Claudia stopped looking in the mirror in order to contain herself. God. Was Carmen really going to take her silly little prank personally? "They kidnapped...you? I thought they'd have come after me. I had the most hilarious conversation with her the other day. It had to do with me giving one of her boys pixie stix in foil, instead of crack. I thought he'd be smart enough to test it before taking it, but." She laughed a lot harder. "Apparently he paid a shit load of money for pixie stix. I bet you had fun, eh, Dan? Getting roughed up. Probably shat your pants, thinking she'd bring you back as just a head on a stick."

In a flash, Claudia stopped laughing. She walked away from the mirror and went to open the door. Her arms crossed over her chest, she waited to see how upset Dan would be with her. He was her friend, but like most of her friends, most her little 'adventures' were not nearly as exciting to them as they were to her.

Phone against her ear, she finished talking,"One step ahead of you on the wine. I added a little hard stuff to lighten things up. Then I put pot in the brownies to see what Ingris would do." As she watched him park inside the driveway, she pushed the red button that ended their call and smiled like she hadn't fucked him over with a chainsaw. 

[ unless you got drugs hun ] :: || :: [ Dia & Dan ]

Daniel just sat in shock in the front seat of  his Bugatti. What the fuck had just happened? He took a deep breath trying to forget everything and brought his bubbler to his lips. He began to relax as the smoke filled his lungs. Today had been one of those days that just left Dan wondering how the hell he was still alive.  He groaned as his phone began to ring "go awaaaaaaaaay." he mumbled under his breath as he brought his forehead to the steering wheel. Without looking he finally reached over and answered the phone in defeat. He resumed his groaning the second he heard the voice on the other line "Uuuugggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Claudia. I literally don’t give a fuck." he said, hoping it would shut her up as he took another hit. “You want to know where I’ve been all day?” he didn’t bother waiting for an answer. "In fucking Mexico. Carmen called me at like five in the morning and told me to meet at some warehouse downtown and her fucking goons kidnapped me and put me in a plane and I woke up in mexico." He ran his long fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots slightly in frustration. “Look I’m outside the house, give me five minutes and we can head out, okay? Spending an evening with rich soccer moms was the last thing Dan wanted but he knew Claudia would kill him if he didn’t go. "Grab a few bottles from the cellar, we’re gonna need them….and some duct tape for once they get too drunk to stop talking."

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psa to writing partners: i am so behind. i've been busy. pls be patient and don't sacrifice me to your god(s)/matter.

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                 "The window? I thought this was my friend's place." Cora let out a tuneless whistle and placed her hands in her pockets. She was slightly embarrassed over her mistake and hoped the woman would avoid calling the police. "It's her birthday and I wanted to surprise her with a homemade breakfast." 

"How the fuck did you get in?" Avia asked startled, jumping up from the couch.

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 Holy sh ---

                      Mags jumps up, then quickly turns on                       the heels of her shoes to view who had                       spoken. She's never been caught in the                       act, so she immediately tries to put on                       the charm. Or some version of 'charm'.

"I prefer the term 'determined'. Insane makes it sound like I'm trying to take the Mona Lisa or steal from the dollar store."

                  Mags is frowning, her hands up in the air.                   Originally she assumes the woman was                   security, which only makes her think of                   bad lies: came in on a dare, wanted to                   see if she could, yada-yada.     And once she realizes she isn't,     Mags is curious about why she's in the art     museum at this time of night. Was she an     artist? Or had she been hired by some rich, white     hotshot to steal some old Picasso painting, too?

[ open ]

She’s gripping her purse a bit too tight.  Gabi has a gun inside but she had no intention in using it. These sort of jobs aren’t supposed to require any deaths.  ” Are you fucking insane? “

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Aisling laughed, shaking her head at the absurdity of their child wanting a pet tiger. She knew Jazz was talking about a tabby cat when she spoke of getting a tiger. But all the same, it was flipping crazy how silly children had a way of being. Wednesday, specifically, had a way of marching to the beat of her own drum. A trait Ais assumed she got from Jazz, even when she too was a bit of a rebel when it came to her own strange personality.  "You two should name it Tiger. That'a way when we're all asleep, it can bounce on it's tail and sing about the wonderful things abouth' tiger," she teased. 

"Oi, Jazz. It wasn't ready. I need ta' add sugar and the cinnamon." The tone of voice she was using said she found the entire fiasco hilarious. Wednesday's laughter said she did, too. "You can do that, if ya' want. Or let the lil' one do it. I think it could be fun to see you two lend a hand."

Jaisling Xmas Extravaganza

Aisling let out a happy laugh at her two favorite girls and the expression Jazz made after picking up their little one. “She’s not as light as she used to be, aye, babe?” she asked, winking at her wife. A warm, beautiful feeling ran down to her fingertips and toes as she thought of how far she and Jazz had come. Married, in such a nice place. With such a damn cute kid, who they loved and cherished equally. It was a dream come true and something she might not have dreamed of way back when, during their slightly complicated beginning. As she listened to Jazz and Wednesday talk of tigers, she rolled her eyes in a motherly way. Then she cracked open an egg, quickly adding it to the flour. At the question, the brunette screwed up her face, placed her index finger on the flour bit of the ingredients, and placed some on the little girl’s nose. After she did that, she turned to respond to her wife (hell yeah, wife! Suck is homosexual haters at Southern Baptist! Suck- iiiiiit), “Could be nice t’ have a tiger runnin’ about.” Both her eyebrows rose, “But I think we’ll have to pass. I don’t want my only daughter getting’ eaten when the fella’ gets right hungry, you know?”

Jazz gave Ais a hearty chuckle. “Well maybe we can start out with a tiny tiger and teach him not to eat people. I think you can train them like that. We can also teach it tricks, like roll over and sit.” She gave her wife one of her signature goofy faces with an enthusiastic nod. Jazz was just as excited about the kitty they were getting Wednesday for Christmas as the little girl was for her “tiger”.  "What do you want to name the tiger?" She asked as she waltzed behind the kitchen island and dipped her finger in Aisling’s batter. Her face scrunched up in disgust as she realized the mix was only eggs and flour so far. "Babe, I think this needs sugar." she mumbled behind a towel as she tried to rub the taste off her tounge.

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Jaisling Xmas Story

 Aisling let out a happy laugh at her two favorite girls and the expression Jazz made after picking up their little one. “She’s not as light as she used to be, aye, babe?” she asked, winking at her wife. A warm, beautiful feeling ran down to her fingertips and toes as she thought of how far she and Jazz had come. Married, in such a nice place. With such a damn cute kid, who they loved and cherished equally. It was a dream come true and something she might not have dreamed of way back when, during their slightly complicated beginning.

As she listened to Jazz and Wednesday talk of tigers, she rolled her eyes in a motherly way. Then she cracked open an egg, quickly adding it to the flour.

At the question, the brunette screwed up her face, placed her index finger on the flour bit of the ingredients, and placed some on the little girl’s nose. After she did that, she turned to respond to her wife (hell yeah, wife! Suck is homosexual haters at Southern Baptist! Suck- iiiiiit), “Could be nice t’ have a tiger runnin’ about.” Both her eyebrows rose, “But I think we’ll have to pass. I don’t want my only daughter getting’ eaten when the fella’ gets right hungry, you know?”

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     When he calls her princess, it's on like donkey kong. Noodles and sticky, horrible smelly goop is in her hair -- no one messes with her hair and calls her princess on the same day. Or at least now one is dumb enough to throw anything at her and get it in her hair. Determined, Coraline places her hands in Belinda's dinner and throws it in cherub-looking Flynn's direction. Her aims a little off, but she quickly makes up for it by picking up her tea to throw it at him from her place at the table. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Coraline  says, "I think it's there" and points at his dirty clothes. 

           ”To-Eaches," as he’s about to say ‘own’, food is flung across the table, landing right on his nose. He squints, using his right hand to wipe off the noodles and sauce. He thought he wanted to be her friend. Now he thought otherwise.  

        In an attempt to get even, Flynn grabs a handful of noodles and sauce, and throws it at Coraline. “You got a little something there, princess.” He remarks, pointing to his nose. "Or is it here?" Immediately, he throws more noodles at her.

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         Cora looks up from her food to frown at Flynn. "I think with it, the food is disgustingly spicy. So to each their own, I guess?" Like a child, Cora flings her fork-full of food at him. She knows Flynn is a grumpy-gills. She also knows the worst he'll do is make faces at her for her childish behavior.

        "You could eat it, yeah -- but it's a lot more fun doing this." Again, Coraline twirls her fork in the spicy noodles and flicks noodles in his direction. She understands he's trying to make nice, but the meal was beginning to get a little too boring for her taste. 

      Flynn watches her play with her food. "The spice gives it zest. I think without it the food would be disgustingly bland." He admits prior to taking a bite of his bizarre meal.

        "If you don’t want it, I’ll eat. I like it?" This is the most the two of them have spoken since she picked up her consulting job at the police station. Before she was always lurking over his shoulder, jotting down notes with a smile on her face, he wanted to be her friend. Now as he eats the food she hates so badly, he contemplates the possibility of being friends with her. “It would save you the trouble of guilt eating the stuff.” 

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Margot smiled a loving, yet solemn smile. "It'll take time, but I will try. I agree full-heartedly that it could be very healthy for her to express her thoughts. I want her to know I'm here to listen. I think it's sometimes nice knowing someone went through something similar and can live a happy, better life." It was strange to bring this up, in truth. Most of the time, Margot attempted to keep quiet about her past. In her mind, the past was the past. But since she'd dealt with Auggie's emotions when it came to what he'd been through, she wanted to put it out there that she was indeed on the young Penelope's side, and she cared for the girl in the same motherly way she cared for Bonnie and Auggie.

"But it's true. You're wonderful, Eliza Calliope." Margot affirmed with a hard head nod, bemused when he dear friend elbowed her back. It was nice to know she could have fun with Eliza and never felt bad about it.  In her presence, Margot always seemed to forget the rest of the world and felt safe. Almost as though nothing could ever go wrong.

A small laughed escaped Margot, her index and middle fingers tapping her chin in thought. When an idea hits her, she pointed in the air. "How about pancakes and eggs? Add in a little hot chocolate. Then we have the perfect cabin dinner." A dinner that happens to be a breakfast, but she wasn't going to think about that. The food of choice seemed appropriate considering the time of year. "Plus, we can tell the kids stories by the fire while we eat." Margot paused, her body leaning against a nearby surface. "My mom used to do that with me, you  know? She'd get me and pops to sit by the fire while we eat breakfast for dinner and drank hot chocolate." The medical examiner look nostalgic as she thought it over. "Those nights were always the highlight of my stay here, and it would be really fun to try it with the kiddos."  

Something New ♪ Margot & Eliza

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        "Tastes a little spicy for my liking." Cora twirls her fork in the food, the noodles wrapping themselves around her fork. Eating is one of her favorite pastimes. However, she rarely ever finds anything tasty enough to satisfy her taste buds. Picking up her fork, she stares at the food for a long while. Her eyebrows furrowing in at her new enemy - the spicy noodle.

        She finally takes a bit, her nose crinkles over the wretched taste. "Belinda - this old dame who visits the library frequently - gave it to me. I didn't want to waste it, and I knew Bryan wouldn't eat it." She forgets to state that she did try to give it to her adopted-son. Try being the word. 

         Flynn was up to trying new things. This looked strange but god damn did it taste good. Eating was not something he found enjoyment in. Food was okay, but it was always the last thing on his to-do list. Only reason he is eating now is because the woman sitting in front of him had asked him nicely. “What do you think?”

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Take your time with mine. I'm gonna be working long hours starting next week. Oh, and if you want to we can move that chatzy para here? That way, everything can be in one place and nothing will get deleted due to the two of us being slowpokes when it comes to that para.

To Do List: January 3rd, 2015

Para Replies Owed:

Chatzy: Rob & Maddy  ➜ Rae

Creare Vitea: Rob ➜ Tennessee 

Just an FYI for ya’ll: I’ve got three finals this coming week, so I might not get to these till next weekend (between Jan 9 to Jan 11).