#*sondcrisms.

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* ✧ snap — ainsley !

faye: i rescued another pup ... 3 one in a row, wow faye: i need to be stopped before i turn into a crazy cat lady, except with dogs faye: on other news, i haven’t seen you in a while faye: how is my fav girl doing? @sondcrisms

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        sloan didn’t know how she’d ended up in the little hole in the wall restaurant. it was, surprisingly, highly underrated amongst the residents of palo alto. it surprised sloan only because the town was so small-- or so it felt. you’d think that everyone would have heard of the delicious food that resided within the slightly shady looking building. she liked a bit out of place. it was mostly construction workers and family’s that resided in the booths, and to see a 5′3, pristine, and utterly charming girl was not all too typical. or at least, she didn’t think so. she’d landed in her favorite booth, across from nobody, just getting to have this peaceful moment to herself. right before she’d left for college, two summers ago, this place had been like a second home. the 24/7 little joint had seen her at her best and at her worst. at her best, absolutely cackling with a basket of fries between her and one dylan matthews. at her worst, there along, looking a little bit lost. now, she was neither of those things. she was perfectly in the middle of happy and sad, lost and found, scared and fearless. the mediocrity that had riddled her life had eaten away at her, though she didn’t want to admit it. there were times where all she could think was-- at least with dylan, you felt something. she did more than go to frat parties and push off sleezy guys. she did more than pose for instagram photos with her sorority sisters. did more than be just like everybody else. the thought sent her stomach tumbling a bit. she cast it off at the fact that she was here, in there spot-- that was where all this sentiment was coming from. yet as she looked up from her menu when she heard the little bell on the door jingle, only to see his frame, it was as though all of the wind was knocked from her. she sat a bit straighter. she suddenly worried if her silky brunette hair was tangled at all. if her red lipstick was bleeding at all. but she swallowed her concerns and let her lips twitch up into a barely there smile, trying to convey the cool confidence that she certainly was not feeling.

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head down and straightforward, ella makes no mistake of bumping into awkward interactions or unwanted conversations by sheer force of avoiding anyone she knew – socializing with imbeciles wasn’t her cup of tea, and there seemed to be plenty around here, despite the prestige atmosphere. it’s just one second that she lets go of her rules, looking up to just make sure she isn’t going to bump into anything, when her eyes lock with someone she didn’t want to see again. she comes to a stop, mind filing through irrelevant names and information “ dylan–... ” it clicks, her eyebrows furrowing blantly. “ w-what are you doing here?? ” usually, she was extra clearful when it came to getting with boys, ensuring it was a never again type of thing, so she was shocked to say the least.

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@sondcrisms​

it had been a while since tait had been to this bar, one of her oldest haunts that she frequented all last summer. now that it had circled back to summer again, she found herself here again in the smoky interior, peering through the dimness, wearing her best heels and mini-skirt, cruising for something interesting to do. 

and something interesting she did find: a familiar face at the bar. she almost wasn’t confident that she was seeing correctly, but as she got closer and took a seat next to the figure, she started to realize that her initial impression had been correct. a deluge of memories hit her with every step she took towards the girl she’d torn up the town with so long ago. even though time had passed since they’d seen each other, tait was confident it was the same person -- the same person she’d fallen a little bit for and tried to forget about. nevertheless, she pretended she wasn’t quite sure anyway, pursing her lips into an almost-smile and turning to the girl next to her. “hi -- peyton?”

[cheeksred]

they're all so cute i can't pick just oNE so do one that you think is cute for our kids

👕 — to offer my muse your jacket on a chilly day

“ you look … cold. ” he stated out bluntly, seeing chills run up and down echo’s skin. it was another late night, another dead end … they’d spent the whole day searching for clues, for answers. and so far ? they still had no leads as to who was terrorizing the male’s little hometown. and as much as he was still unsure who the killer was, he know was certain it was echo. not with how much time they’d been spending together. no – he knew she wasn’t the murderer. but right now, he could see she was freezing. offering up his jacket, he placed it around her small frame with a gentle smile. he actually liked the way she looked in it, all petite and cute. he tried to hide his favor of it, to no prevail. “ can’t have my partner in crime freezing to death, now can i ? ”

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♥ ❥✽✿ girl i just luv u

SHELBY WOW plsalsmdakl i lov u ok stop this now

[shallowhearteds]

@sondcrisms liked for a starter !!

weekday afternoons for aaron maddox aren’t usually spent pursuing around art museums. maybe he’s just not CULTURED enough, but he really doesn’t get it. his head tilts this way and that as he moves around the statue --- a borderline comical sight in his attempt to see...well, whatever he’s SUPPOSED to be seeing. then again, he was hired to steal the artifact, not ANALYZE it. but that was for later on in the night, once the place was closed and he was able to do his thing unnoticed. “do you know what it’s supposed to be?” he suddenly asks the person next to him, brows raising in their direction before inclining his head back towards the statue in front of them. “i personally think it’s a bear...no, wait, maybe a goat on top of a skull?”

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          beth stared blankly at the television in front of her. she was bummed and didn’t want to talk about it, but knew eventually she would have to. they always knew when something was bothering her. “no really, i’m fine...”

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possible connections: that one thread we had going one, dating, friends, idk man ily tho.

        ‘    i’m   SORRY,   did you think you could   c a n c e l   plans with me and i would welcome you over the next day with a   s m i l e   &   plate of   cookies  ?  you   obviously are confusing me for   another   girl.     ’                                   @sondcrisms

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snapchat→babe😍

MARK: just got out of practice and was just wondering what you were up to MARK: how’s shoot going?  MARK: miss you already. / @sondcrisms

[trackmind]

* ✧ — @sondcrisms !

         faye was hardly the insecure type of girl, always so seemingly strong and on top of her game, effortlessly exuding an aura of confidence. when she was with dylan, though? that was the only exception, for she couldn’t help but feel like there was something to worry about at any given time. surely they weren’t an item, not a couple like he and sloan had been, so he technically didn’t owe her any level of exclusivity, and yet she still felt like she deserved it. she wanted him to want her as much as she wants him, even if deep down she’s aware that’s unlikely. "you know what else i’m into?” the younger hennington whispers under her breath ( promiscuously, at that ) whilst she readjusts her position on his lap, her legs on each side of his own. then, she slowly starts closing the gap between them, lips coming to meet his jaw, planting soft kisses on it. “not being taken for a fool,” she states boldly this time, pulling away but remaining atop of him, eyes glaring straight into his.

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           it was no secret that benjamin hated his job. working at urban outfitters of all places-- god, he realized just how douchey it was, but it was what he had managed to get. between the annoying customers to the annoying coworkers to the managers who just really didn’t give a shit, there wasn’t a shift that went by where ben didn’t contemplate quitting right then and there. but then he went into the store next door on his fifteen and he had a little reason to not quit again. it was a monday-- slow for retail standards, especially at this mall. it seemed as though people in this city didn’t shop until the weekend came. as he walked into the store, hands stuffed into his pockets, his eyes scanned around the store until they fell on peyton. raising a hand a bit awkwardly, he walked over to her with a spreading grin on his face. “hey!” he let out a nervous chuckle. god, he was embarrassing. “how’s the retail life treating you today?”

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     “dude, is something wrong with you today or what?” aleki was standing in his doorway, trying to tidy up his room a little as she had just arrived in his dorm and although he usually didn’t give a shit, he figured he might as well get it over and done with. whoever he had coming by later — and there was always someone coming by — would likely prefer him to not have his shit all over the place. plus, he felt strange just sitting there, watching her like he had been for the first minute and a half before abruptly getting up and talking about the explicit activities he’d gotten up to the night prior. “usually you’re down to listen to my shit about girls and now, what? you’re...” he didn’t want to bring it up, the little drunken mess that was their last party together. he thought they were both pretending it hadn’t happened, so to see her be acting different... it left him unsettled. “you’re my best friend. you know that, you gotta be straight up with me.”

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( *&. @sondcrisms, based on #11 of x.

‘ no time to talk. i have these resumes to look over and papers to sign and ... things to staple. ’ she definitely should have avoided that third glass of wine. truthfully, it wasn’t as if she did anything wrong per se. she knew the rules, she’s explained them enough times to new employees, so she knows she didn’t technically do anything wrong. ethically maybe, but not technically. still, she should have known better. and so, she would skillfully and gracefully avoid eye contact, conversation, or any chances for possible interaction. ‘ lots of things to do, not enough time to do them. maybe tomorrow. ’

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⚡️ "what was your first impression of me?" ( any and all our ships )

* incoming message from … echo !

“ obviously, i liked her. i mean – we hit it off sexually at first. and that was great, really. but then everything went to shit and … i don’t know, she proved me wrong. echo was the one person who didn’t think i was crazy for trying to find out who killed my best friend. she believed in me. ”

* incoming message from … declan !

“ honestly ? i was really freaked out. i had just gotten paired with a guy as my freshman roommate … and i’d hardly even had ever a boyfriend before. the idea of him being there while i slept was … something that made sleeping really hard. but we started to hang out, i’d talk his ear off while he tried to sleep … and i don’t know, now i couldn’t imagine my life without him. he’s the first guy i’ve ever felt so close to. the first guy who let me in. ”

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@sondcrisms 

the news felt like a big sharp kitchen knife had been stuck in ryder’s heart. not only did his best friend’s baby mother just suddenly disappear, but now he couldn’t rest in peace with knowing his daughter had no one. or at least, that’s what most would think. maeve and ryder were the best friends of two amazing people. ryder only knew maeve through a blind date that had been set up by their friends, but in the end, it didn’t work out the way they had thought. through the last couple of months though, he would see maeve every now and then at the parties and gatherings they would have. he was shocked at this moment, though. ryder didn’t want to believe that at this moment, he would now have to be a guardian of clara, alongside with someone he didn’t get along with. it was quite shitty, all of it but ryder wanted to do his best for clara. whether or not people sought it out to be his best or not. “so.. you’re saying we have to move in here? what about all of their stuff? we can’t ju-.. we can’t just empty their home. this was their house... they wanted to raise clara here and i’m not going to feel comfortable moving my own shit in here besides clothes, i’m just saying.”