castle on the hill.

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message ✉ OPEN.

tobias: hey do you know how to get dried candle wax out of a carpet that may or may not have been drunkenly spilled and left there overnight

tobias: asking for a friend

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akvlley:

“People need to stop treating these little guys so poorly.” Ashleigh sighed, holding up a ukulele that was completely damaged. “They’re sensitive.” She often spoke about musical instruments as if they had feelings. 

“It’s a ukelele, sis.” tobias pointed out, though there was a happy smile placed on his face as he spoke. “I really, really don’t think they’re sensitive. They’re made of wood.” 

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valexmontero:

“no. absolutely not.” valeria went into work with the mindset of pushing through the last two weeks of this job only because she already accepted a new gig and could use the money between this one and the next, but this was becoming ridiculous. “you think i am here to clean toilets? no seas gilipollas!” shoving the cleaner back into the hand of the owner that handed it to vale, the young woman now had two free hands to raise to the sky as she exclaimed, “i quit! i QUIT! i hate selling wine anyways.” she shouted, blowing by the table to grab a bottle of white, explaining herself loudly with, “ And I am taking my free shift bottle!”  before barreling out of the doors and barely missing the stranger on the other side. “I would not recommend you go in there, amigo. you will get nothing but disrespect! toilets. do i look like i should clean toilets?” holding out the one free hand vale had, she tilted her head and tried to hide her voice cracking in anger. “do these moisturized hands look like toilet cleaning hands to you?!”

“i’m gonna be completely honest, i have literally NO idea. they just look like hands to me. i’m sure they’re very nice and incredibly soft and not meant to clean toilets.” tobias’ mused back to the clearly angered woman, a soft smirk cracking on his face at the amusement he felt from it. “if you don’t want me to go in there then why are you holding a bottle on wine? i’m here to get wine, and you’re the one telling me not to go in there and yet -- you have the wine and i don’t.” he was messing with her mostly, which was as rare as drinking wine was for tobias, but he was in a rare mood. 

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grmvjor:

“ –  if i have to save one more damn cat from a tree, i’m going to quit and join the circus. if your cat is capable of getting THAT high up in the first place, then surely they can be smart enough in figuring a way to get down. i’m a firefighter, not a cat rescuer. screw the cats.”  

“ DUDE -- “ tobias wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh, or tell the guy to relax, but somehow both were happening at the same time. “isn’t there like an image to keep up? sexy fireman saves cute tiny cat from tree? it goes all over the news? or is that only in movies? also --- cats are fucking great, man. you gotta give them a break. they just wanna explore and than they get scared or whatever.”  

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rheaxriley:

“So I was working yesterday and this girl came in and had me redo her nails completely twice then did three color changes because she didn’t know what she wanted. Then she tried to fight me when I charged her extra. I think that was the highlight of my week. How’s yours going?”

“I mean, it kinda makes sense. You could’ve charged her even more but just charging her a little extra was probably nice. My weeks good. I don’t really have any highlights, though. I’m helping the preschool run summer daycare and a little girl threw a block at me and then ran over and kissed my hand in apology. That was cute.” 

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✉️ eve & oliver

oliver: the optional pill. but that probably won't be until later. if we go during the day and leave being it gets out of hand we should be good if that isn't your thing

oliver: it's not that people make me. i like spending my money on other people just as much as i like spending it on myself

oliver: i try 👍 since you don't need an outfit, do you want to skip the shopping and get some food with me?

eve: oh... no. definitely not my thing. but it's fine if it's your thing! i'll just stick to water and make sure no one drowns.

eve: oh!! well, that's really nice of you. i'm the same way, but unfortunately being a preschool teacher doesn't pay enough to be too generous. i wish it did.

eve: that sounds perfect, actually. where do you wanna go?

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melicrisms:

sam’s eyes remained on hers as she explained to him of her miserable day. he sighed softly, thumb lightly running over her cheek. “your parents are fighting?” he asked, brows knitting together. as she moved into his shoulder the hand not brushing her cheek slid behind her neck, slowly allowing him to wrap his arm around her to bring her into his embrace. “it’s not your fault, evvy. it’s okay.” he said, starting to rub her back in slow, soothing circles as he mumbled quiet reassurances into her skin by her neck.

“yeah.” eve knew it seemed silly, but she didn’t like when her parents fought. especially now that she didn’t live at home anymore, it was hard for her to know what was going on. she knew it wouldn’t last -- their fights never did. but this one just seemed a little escalated. and if anyone understood, it would be sam. leaning into his touch, eve felt all of the tension leave, letting her eyes close softly. “do you think we could go back to the apartment? i just want to watch movies and cuddle.” 

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✉️ eve & oliver

oliver: of course. i'm sure there will be plenty of things to indulge in besides alcohol as well

oliver: really? color me surprised

oliver: well if you change your mind, i don't mind spending the money to get you a new outfit

eve: ...like what?

eve: do people often make you buy them things??

eve: i have plenty of outfits!! i don't need new ones. i promise. but thank you for the offer. that's very nice.

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ok friends i think i’m gonna go 2 bed soon bc i feel a little muse-less n kinda just drained i guess i should be on tomorrow bc i’m off from work

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iphone text meme ~

(Okay, listen, this character meme isn’t mine but I can’t find the original link of it, so I’m posting it here because I am Trash™. Full credits to the original poster!)

Send a character / ship name and I’ll give you:

The name of your muse in my phone

A picture that my muse has of you in contacts

The ringtone for your muse

My muse’s last text to your muse

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✉️ open

oliver: i have an extra ticket to this yacht party tomorrow

oliver: i'll even pay for you to get a new outfit if you come with me

eve: a yacht party??? will there be drinking?

eve: you don't need to buy me anything!!

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ok.. so i might drop quinn bc im just Not feeling him and it makes me kinda sad :( but i think i might wanna take another girl??? so if anyone has any wc’s that aren’t on the main or if ya’ll have any heavily wanted fcs hmu ok ilu

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jeremy-wood:

Jeremy knew all too well what it was like to be on the other end of the stick from someone who just wanted to let out aggression. So when he spotted the familiar female crying his own heart cracked and he wasted NO time before engulfing her into a hug, brows furrowing as he rubbed her back. “I know it’s easier said than done but try not to let it get to you. If they are pissed and taking it out on you, just know that they’re fighting an inside battle that is literally consuming them from the inside.” He offers her a warm grin, “Want me to fight them?”

when eve was pulled into a hug, she pulled back slightly to see a familiar before nestling herself into his arms again. generally, eve was always a decently affectionate person who believed that hugs could at least start to make someone feel better. so in this situation -- it was nice. “i know.” she sighed, her cheek resting on his shoulder. “but i just wish people would be more understanding. there’s so many mean people out there and it just --- it’s very unfortunately.” a small huff left her lips before she shook her head promptly. “no. no fighting. don’t do that.” she answered, laughing softly as she did. “i’ll be okay. i’m just having a crappy day.”

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text || tobias

elena: i mean i KNOW i don't mean literally smh. i don't think it is but now that you mention it that would be cool. like either a magician named shazam or a superhero. maybe something related to electricity.

elena: oh my god don't even. ok you know it wasn't like that so !!

elena: ok weLL yes it is an app you should download it because it is neat.

tobias: no listen i just googled it and google says its a real superhero but his actual superhero name or whatever is captain marvel which is ironic considering its dc

tobias: i should've bet u real money on this shit dammit

tobias: but do it really know that !! do i reALLY !!

tobias: ok i'm gonna download it what do i do with it

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more replies tomorrow i am so sleepy!!!!!!1 goodnight!!!!

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sammyhinton:

as he approached the cafe he saw the familiar fires of his best friend’s hair. he approached cautiously, not wanting to disturb her. but when he saw the tears shining in her eyes, he immediately fell to his knees at the side of her chair, hands easily finding their place at her neck to turn her towards him, one hand cupping her neck and the other trailing to her face to brush his thumb over her cheek, catching the tear suspended there. “evie? what’s going on?” he asked as he moved closer to her, his voice was soft. somehow, his voice always was soft when it came to her. 

at the sight of sammy, it was like eve’s entire body relaxed. seeing him there was easily the best thing that happened to her all day. she brought her hands up to his arms, not wanting him to move from the position he had taken to comfort her. “i’m just having a bad day.” the girl responded, scooting in as close as possible to her best friend as she could in the position that they were in. “my mom called me and said her and dad have been fighting all week and then the plumbing at the preschool busting and just so may other things and then this guy --- just yells at me for pretty much no reason. i’m just having a bad day.” her eyes were tearing up again as a soft voice explained her day, her head tipping to his on the shoulder of her best friend. “i don’t like bad days.”