#gifpara1

[drcharlottegraham]

Charlotte was in her office, setting up her books on the shelves and organizing them by size. Once the shelves looked tidy enough, she moved over to her desk, pulling small knick-knacks out of a box and arranging them on her desk in a pleasing manner. Smiling down at her decorative skills, Charlotte took a seat in the swivel chair behind her desk. 

She opened her laptop, looking over the emailed list of patients sent to her upon her arrival. The woman opened an excel document, getting to work on an appointment schedule. She wanted to give each of her patients plenty of time to talk, but much more than that. Charlotte was hoping she’d be able to form trusting friendships with these people, to dive deeply into their interests with them. 

And to use those interests and hobbies to help these patients heal. 

She was typing away at her keyboard as the door to her office clicked open. Glimpsing up, Charlotte offered a charming smile to the person at the door, “Oh, hello there. Is there something I can help you with?”

[moe-oshea]

disobedience || trevor, moe, ellie, megan, etc.

Trevor would've liked to think that he wasn't a complete idiot. When the first fire had been spotted at the tail end of town he knew what was happening even before some of the men around him. Ben had said the girls would come for the other, even if the one they had had been adamant that they wouldn't. Snorting at the thought of friendship and sisterhood, Trevor sidestepped a man who was hurrying towards the fire burning in the distance at his back. Yes, he should've probably gone to help put it out before the embers licked to another wooden building and, yes, he probably should have gone to help some of the others look for the girls responsible for setting the blaze, but this was his only moment to do something that he wanted to do. And it had been a long time since he'd made his own decisions.

Turning the old doorknob to the small town sheriff's station, the joint squeaked at him, whining in protest, before opening when he applied pressure to the wood. Stepping inside the room, his eyes lingered on the barred cell at the tail end -- and at the girl locked behind them. Young girls might not have been Ben's forte, but Trevor wasn't nearly as picky as their self-proclaimed leader. He also didn't believe that she was all that dangerous. Catty, maybe, and a little mouthy (she had bit off the finger of one of the guys watching her) but certainly not as strong as he was. If she did try anything, he'd certainly overpower her. Force always won out in the end. After all, only the strong survived, right?

Taking a swaggered step forward, his lips twisted into a jagged smile, "They weren't joking when they said you were cute." Easy, level, a little cocky. He left her no room to feel like this was going to go any other way but his own. Slipping off his jacket and laying it on the table as he passed, Trevor stopped feet from the bars. "You don't know how long it's been since I've seen an actual girl," he commented. "We usually don't keep the ones we find."

[kyanstrong]

artificial heart — para #1

Maybe it was just because he'd never paid attention to how other publicists treated their clients, but Kyan was pretty sure that it wasn't normal for his to drag him to a meeting, and not even bother to tell him what it was about. Usually he was at least given an idea -- a discussion about a part in a movie, or TV show, for a magazine or website or photoshoot or whatever, but this time, his publicist had, almost deliberately, it seemed, kept from him what this meeting was about. Regardless, he found himself driving to the location she'd sent him; and once he'd reached the room he was directed to, he immediately knew why Brandy had so purposefully kept quiet.

Across the room, sitting on one of the couches, was Valeria Moreno. After recovering from the momentary shock, he took a deep breath and clicked his tongue softly, clenching his teeth together. "I'm standing next to a dead woman." He mumbled, admittedly not-very-threateningly to his publicist, who then didn't even bother to give him an apologetic smile, and simply shooed him further into the room. Hesitantly, he seated himself on the arm of the couch opposite Valeria, refusing to make any form of eye contact. "Alright, what's this about?" He asked, raising an eyebrow up at the two publicists in front of him.

[samantha-marsh-blog]

If there was one thing that confused Sam, it was how Token always managed to throw the best parties. There was music pumping through the house from presumably a DJ, some kind of elaborate drinks table and she could have sworn she saw a naked dude running towards the pool. Sipping on something green Kylie had passed her, she winces at how sweet it is. "What is this, straight cordial and vodka?" She questions, placing it down on a table they walk past. "They're getting less creative."

"I swear the more we go to these parties the worse the alcoholic drinks taste. Or maybe they taste worse because they make me think about how it's still illegal." She chuckles, glancing around the room. She wasn't sure when her girlfriend was showing up she'd texted her when she left, but received nothing back. So for now, she focused on Kylie, continuously touching her pocket to make sure her phone was there and she'd feel it if it vibrated. 

[vcdemonhunter]

Vic didn't know whether she was more excited about a new case or the fact that they were getting back on the road but she decided not to question it as she slapped the library print outs on the table in front of her partner where he sat with a plate of food he'd yet to touch. He wouldn't be happy about having to eat on the go, but the blonde was just buzzing with excitement about the new case. "There's serious activity in the area," she said, sliding in the seat across from him. "Lightning storms, dead livestock, the works." She flipped through the news articles detailing the events separately before facing a totally unrelated page. "Good news is, there's a High School reunion going on this weekend so if we hit the road now they won't even notice us in town." Leaving the most chipper story about the reunion on top, she pushed the papers in his direction, waiting for what he thought--despite the fact that she'd already made up her mind.

[autumnfck]

Autumn woke up in a good mood that day, she hopped off bed as she was hearing her phone alarm, turned it off, and headed to the bathroom to get ready. She took her time, like she always does, making sure there wouldn't be a single flaw on her face, since a makeup youtuber was supposed to always look great, after all that's what people see first when they watch her videos, and she wanted to make sure she was going to gain subscribers that day. Autumn then took her phone and, willing to drive more attention to the video she was going to upload later that day, tweeted she was finally going to film a video with the boy her viewers always wanted to see on her channel. She never really understood the hype when it comes to collaborations, but as long as her viewers are happy, she is. When she finished breakfast, she sent Rory a text telling him to hurry up, since they still didn't know what kind of video they were going to film, and she also wanted to get over with it, since that boy definitely isn't her favorite person, she just learned to tolerate him through the years. After getting dressed up and styling her hair into a messy, but pretty bun, she sat down on the couch, patiently waiting for the brown-haired boy to come over.