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[cozylily]

First, the stupid tech guy at my photo shoot lost an entire set of shots so I had to do it over again, then the girl at Starbucks gave me a drink that I can’t even begin to decipher, and my boyfriend is no longer my boyfriend. Who wants to get high?

[coopander-blog1]

Trying to teach a room full of teenagers the importance of reading between the lines in a script is like offering a toddler the choice between a thousand dollar check and a basket of cheap toys. There’s more than meets the eye, kiddos. You’re not gonna get very far staying on the surface.

Anyway, yeah, I’m annoyed, and losing hope for the future of performing with each passing day. I’m getting ready to go flirt my way into some free drinks tonight. Anyone looking to test out some super sexy accents?

[puckjoey-blog]

You know the worst part about working at a high school? If you guessed teenagers, you’re wrong but I’ll give you half of a point since they’re pretty ridiculous. The worst part is dealing with the parents that come in trying to “check me” for kicking their daughter off of my dance team. Look, it’s not my fault if I can’t tell if she’s doing a grand jeté or attempting to fly. It’s a jump, not a fucking hop. Anyway, now that the weak link is out of way, we can win bigger and better awards. Make sure ya’ll support the OPH Tigerettes at their next comp.

[cozymaria]

Okay, so I accidentally made seven batches of chocolate chip cookies. I blame my capitol punishment paper, though. That was brutal. But yeah, no, I totally need help eating these, any takers?

[totallytati]

I don’t know if I was being fucking stupid or drunk as hell but one of those Instagram boutiques totally scammed me. So, I was having some wine time last week (my favorite time) when I came across this page called Sunny Styles. Let’s just say it turned out to be way too good to be true. In an attempt of getting my hard earned money back, I’m typing an email to this shitty company. Even if I’m stuck with what they sent me, at least I learned a valuable lesson: Online shopping and being wine drunk isn’t a good combo. Who knew? Anyway, I hope ya’ll are having a better day than I am. Which you probably are.

[puckleah-blog]

I came home to find out that Chewie ate another pair of my shoes and honestly, I just don’t have time for this disrespect. Still gonna keep him around and love him to the ends of the earth tho. Someone tell me how dogs turn us as a species into a bunch of damn fools.

[kellygracecahill-blog]

I just got home about an hour ago. My mom sent an entire suitcase full of kinder chocolate. Anyone want any?

[cozyblaine]

LOCATION; Junction apartment

DATE & TIME; January 15th, 2:00 p.m.

OPEN TO; @cozymaxy

Blaine had moved in a few days ago but was only just now getting some of the boxes he’d accidentally forgotten in San Francisco. His parents had sent them over which he was thankful for. He’d just finished putting them away when he heard the door open.

Max. His roommate. He hadn’t needed one financially but Blaine preferred to be around others, tended to feed off another’s energy. Max had seemed nice enough, though Blaine still didn’t really know him. Maybe this would be a chance to get to know him?

He got off his bed and poked his head out of his room. 

“ Hey, are you busy? ” he questioned, grabbing one of his X-Box controllers. “ I could use another set of hands? ”

[cozycovequinnfabray-blog]

Adulting like a pro tonight. Worked until closing at Miners Cove last night, watched my favorite little girl until six today, fell asleep on the couch at eight, woke up at ten and moved to my bed, woke up an hour ago, and now I’m wide awake with no hopes of getting back to sleep. Who said being an adult sucks? Psh! Crazy talk. Insert sarcasm....here.

[nadiaamartinez-blog1]

TAGGING: Anyone!

LOCATION: Mel’s Cafe

Nadia was obnoxiously particular about her morning routine. Living in the Junction made it so easy and accessible to go stop by all her favorite hot spots before starting her day either by heading to a photo shoot, meeting up with a client, or working from home on her channel. Her top morning spot was Mel’s Cafe, because they made the best possible brew in town and she could live off of their scones for an entire year, if she let herself. Waiting on line ended up being productive, as she quickly checked through her emails and reviewed the schedule. When her name was called, Nadia picked up the coffee left on the countertop... Except, it wasn’t an iced maple pecan latte, it was totally the wrong color. And sure enough, it wasn’t her name on the side of the cup, but someone else’s. “Excuse me!” She called out, as the person in front of her walked away with what Nadia assumed was her perfectly crafted latte. “Helloooo! I think you have my coffee. Otherwise, this is a real weird way to spell Nadia. And like, that’ll be the best latte in your entire life, and I don’t mean to be rude-- but it’s mine?”

[cozylily]

LOCATION → Miner’s Cove

TIME FRAME → Saturday, January 19 @ 10:00

OPEN TO → Anyone

Lily loved Saturday night at the Cove. They usually let her perform for a couple hours. It wasn’t anything special, but she loved singing for crowds. She was just finished up the songs she’d chosen for the night.

All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the nightsky Will never be enough Never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough Never be enough

For me Never, never Never, never Never, for me For me Never enough Never, never Never enough Never, never Never enough For me For me For me

For me

She took a deep breath as she finished, moving the mic aside with a whispered goodbye. She moved over to the bar after that. Ordering a beer as she hopped up on the stool. “ Was that okay? ” she couldn’t help but ask the stranger next to her.

[marleyelodie-blog]

LOCATION → Grocery store

TIME FRAME → Saturday, January 19 @ 11:32 am

OPEN TO → Anyone

Saturday morning grocery shopping turned the parking lot from deserted into a zoo. Marley felt like there were people all around her, and she wasn’t totally fond of the claustrophobia she felt while trying to navigate down the cramped aisles with her shopping cart. The fact that she was even going grocery shopping, to begin with, was a huge feat for the girl who once lived off of one cup of ramen per day. She carefully stood in front of the cereal displays, wondering if she was now too old to get French Toast Crunch when she noticed a wallet on the ground beside a nearby cart. It looked as if the person at the handle of the cart had dropped it, and well... Marley couldn’t just leave it there. “Excuse me,” Marley called softly, before clearing her throat and trying again. “Um-- hello? I think you may have dropped this...” She held the wallet up, and then out, as if to say to the person that she was absolutely going to give it back to them.

[coopander-blog1]

Would recommend having a Spotify playlist for every mood. It has increased the level of which I feel like I have my life together by... a lot. Currently listening to “cooking dinner in my underwear,” so you can imagine how my night is going. And it’s fucking awesome.

[cozymaria]

LOCATION; Orchard Park Community College

DATE & TIME; January 25th, 2:15 p.m.

OPEN TO; Anyone

Maria often snuck into the art room after her law class. Since she was a student (and a good sweet-talker to professors) she’d been given permission to use the art room at her leisure when there was no classes in session. She’d wanted desperately to take some of the classes, but she didn’t have any room on her schedule. Double-majoring meant she had little wiggle room.

She was painting with acrylics, since oils were giving her grief. She also had country music playing quietly from her phone, paint marks all over her fingers and wrists. She danced around a bit, trying to copy what her brother did, though she wasn’t nearly as fluid. She put a couple extra touches on her piece and spun around. She noticed someone in the doorway and sopped awkwardly.

“ Oh, hi, ” she said. “ Uh- classes are over. ”

[cozyblaine]

LOCATION; Angel Diner

DATE & TIME; January 14th, 5:00 p.m.

OPEN TO; Anyone

Blaine was finally off work. He’d clocked out and was just taking his apron off and tossing it to a coworker, because she’d offered to put it in the company washer for him. He’d grabbed the meal he’d ordered while still working so it’d be ready when he left. He waved goodbye to his coworkers and manager, glad he could go home and practice his guitar. He had uni work to do, but he kept telling himself it could wait.

He turned to practically run out the door, and in true Blaine fashion he almost fully ran into another person. “ Oh my God, I’m so sorry! ” he rushed. “ I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you okay? ”