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rowan-thomas:

“I didn’t realize I could be so stressed out.” Rowan took a deep breath as she rubbed her lips. “I’ll invite you to have wine with me, but that’s as far as I would go.”

“I don’t think any of us realize just how stressed we can get until shit stresses us out,” Aubrey said, plucking her words from her own experience. Of course, she dealt with her stress in completely the wrong way, but who cared? “I can settle for wine. I haven’t had that in a long long time now. I guess it’s sensible that I do it again.”

#c: rowan thomas

owen--burke:

Owen’s eyes widened and his mouth fell once he realized exactly what he had done. It was definitely an accident, but that didn’t make him feel better as he realized the younger woman was pushed to the ground, that he had pushed the woman to the ground. Before he had a chance to reach over and help her up, she was on her feet again, brushing the dirt off of herself and making sure that her camera is okay. “I’m all good,” Owen answered, even as he felt the slight pain on the side of his chest that made contact with the stranger. “I think I’ll live to see another day.” Getting ready to start running once more, Owen began stretching his legs in an attempt to warm up the muscles that had lost their momentum in the crash. “At least your camera is okay,” Owen began in an attempt to make small talk. “My sister has something like that and I know how crazy expensive those can be.”

“A man like you, it’d be a shame if you died today,” Aubrey commented, her eyes once more wandering. What was to stop her from ogling anyone in her path anyway? She couldn’t think of anything. A nervous laugh fell out of Aubrey’s perfectly lipsticked lips. It was her coping mechanism as she thought of the possibility of even breaking her camera. Sure, she had a couple more at home and she had a few jobs that paid her well enough to afford a new one. As emotionless as she pretended to be, Aubrey still felt things and she felt things only for her dear precious art and livelihood. “Oh, god,” she said, laughing and shaking her head. “You can’t even imagine. Capitalism, I say. So many people want a shot at being Annie Leibovitz these days, so cameras tend to get really expensive. But anyway, it’s a good thing this baby is fine. Who knows what I’d be doing now if it got destroyed.”

#c: owen burke

sophiestarr:

It was probably the one night she nearly caved and Googled to see if the nearest Taco Bell was still open that caused these sudden ads to appear on her feed. “Sort of creepy when you think about it — how they track your browsing and stuff so they can make ads catered toward you.” Frowning slightly, Sophie resisted the chills creeping up her spine. “The makeup ads are just as dangerous, though — I see Sephora stuff all the time and I have to hide my own credit card from myself.”

“If they do it to everybody, it’s less creepy, less personal. I don’t think too much about it.” Aubrey wasn’t one to care about that sort of thing. She knew the facts and just went on with her life. What was the worst that was gonna happen anyway? “Oh, god. Tell me about it. I swear, if I didn’t have bills to pay, I would most definitely be spending my money on makeup instead. In fact, I probably already do. Bad decisions have sort of been, and still are, my forte.”

#c: sophie starr

sophiestarr:

Biting the inside of her mouth as to not reveal anything too telling on her expression, Sophie shook her head lightly and put on a lighthearted tone. “Are you sure? I feel like the closest thing I’ve seen to Taco Bell lately is that one video of the hamster eating tiny burritos.”

Aubrey let out a soft laugh at the blonde’s words. “I don’t know. It’s supposed to be an algorithm or something,” she explained, as she recalled the things she’s read somewhere. “So the math is pretty proximate to the truth, I guess. I mean, I always get ads for makeup and it’s because I watch makeup tutorials on the daily.”

#c: sophie starr

prairiekovac:

“To be honest, half of my work is me taking a shot in the dark and hoping it turns out okay.”

“That sounds vaguely familiar,” Aubrey noted, before realizing that it sounded a hell of a lot like her. “Oh, right. That’s how I deal with life. Honey, you’re not alone, fortunately.”

#c: prairie kovac

rowan-thomas:

“After a small visit to the doctor, I think it’s safe to say that my daughter did inherit my lack of grace. And now I need a strong drink to deal with the heart attack I had earlier when she fell.”

“I know I’m no doctor, but I don’t think alcohol is really advisable after a heart attack,” Aubrey said, deadpan. “Maybe some cranberry juice. But no, not wine. Or vodka. I however, would be willing to drink it all in your place.”

#c: rowan thomas

owen--burke:

“Oh shit!,” Owen blurted out as he felt his body collide against the person who seemed to come out of nowhere, taking him from a light jog to a screeching halt. The trail from the Boston Public Garden to the Boston Common park were usually empty at this time of day, so imagine his shock when he looked up from his phone too late to stop the collision that was already in motion. Pulling his earbuds out while his music still blared, Owen cautiously approached the stranger. “Hey, you okay? I’m so sorry about that. Do you need any help?”

Maybe Aubrey should’ve done better to watch where she was going, but careful wasn’t really Aubrey’s style. She thought that looking through her camera’s viewfinder was the more important fact at the time. Luckily enough, she took a shot, the shot, she liked right before another body came into contact with hers. It was pretty forceful and led to her falling to a slump on the ground. She recovered quickly, of course, and got up. She didn’t want to appear weak or needy. “Yeah, yeah. Man, I’m cool. I’m fine. Are you okay?” Good thing her camera was slung around her neck and no damage came to the precious thing. She turned it off, capped it and brushed the dirt off of her shorts.

#c: owen burke

sophiestarr:

“Quick question: is there any way to block Taco Bell ads on Instagram?” she mumbled more to herself than anyone around her, quickly scrolling away from the advertisement from her phone screen.

“I hear that the ads you get on social media are only a reflection of your recent likes or pages you’ve visited,” Aubrey informed. She shrugged, as if to say she wasn’t entirely sure. “So maybe just stop watching videos of people making burritos or liking photos of nachos? I don’t know.”

#c: sophie starr

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witchyletters

prishakapoor:

“Nope, not at all, but I suppose that’s good in its own way. Gotta keep things interesting somehow.”

“That is true. I suppose I wouldn’t be able to believe it if I lived in good days all the time. I’d get suspicious pretty fast and just think there’d be some sort of impending doom coming my way.”

#c: prisha kapoor

edenamari:

he couldn’t exactly tell the truth. Because the truth was he bought it from home, and the pile of stolen take out cups on his counter were a testament to that. So instead, he takes a long sip of fresh Italian roast and racks his brain for a cafe to name. “There’s this cafe on the corner of my block, it’s called ‘6 Degrees’, super friendly and they locally source… so if you can make it to North End just for a coffee…”

“6 Degrees,” she repeated, committing the name to memory for herself. “Next time I’m in the neighborhood, I’ll definitely drop by to check it out.”

#c: eden amari

ncthvns:

“Well, you know, I’m not the one to talk. But you could get one of those closet organizer person, you know? Except for your wallet, not your closet. And I swear I’m not high right now.”

“No, no, I totally understand your train of thought. And it sounds like a good idea, honestly. I’ll keep that in mind for the next time I go to the store.”

#c: nathan waters