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cameron marie graham. texas native. twenty-two.

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jeanlouise:

Nodding, Weezie took the pair of glasses from Cameron, having placed the other pair back. She took a small step towards the mirror, swept a few stands out of her face and placed the frames onto her face. It took her moment before shaking her head, “I’m not really sure about the little sparkle designs on the side. These would be perfect if they were just… plain.”

Cameron had genuinely found the original pair the best-- the very first ones she'd tried on; however, that was over an hour ago. Now, she was just being difficult for no other reason than to be a pain in Weezie's ass. “What are you talking about? These are great. Don't offend these glasses, they have feelings too. Sparkles are totally in right now,” she hummed, scrunching up her face. “Can you just put the first pair back on? I'm telling you, they're cute and they might even get laid I said might we just have to find a girl that's that desperate.”

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jeanlouise:

“Okay, okay. I know I’ve picked up just about a million frames, but what do you think about these?” Weezie questioned, as she carefully picked up a pair of frames and turned to the person she brought with her. 

“Um, no... just no,” Cameron answered, shaking her head as she picked up another pair. “Try these on... they'll make your face look less fat.” Biting back a threatening grin, she tried her hardest to keep a straight face.

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de-de-lilah:

“Whoever invented Oreos is, really, a pure genius — Now, if only I can get some water to go with.”

“You got the munchies,” she asked curiously, a small grin forming. “Just ask em. If that doesn’t work you could always show your boobs.” 

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tony-morris:

“Can we just skip the small talk? Every person I’ve met in this town I’ve had sit through an hour of meaningless bullshit small talk. Let’s talk about something interesting, like….where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex? See, now that’s interesting.” He smirked.

“Hm, alright,” Cameron pondered for a moment. She figured he was probably joking but she was an open book. Honestly, her sex life hadn't been that exciting in terms of places. Otherwise, there was plenty to tell. “On top of an abandoned ferris wheel, what about you?” Pulling out her joint, she waved it around aimlessly. “You want some?”

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morganconway:

Popping a few pretzels into her mouth, Morgan was making her rounds on the snack table. She’d already filled up a glass of punch, nursing it in one hand. “Yeah, it’s a pretty great party. Are you enjoying it?” She said, in between bites of the salty snack. “Just got a glass to try it actually…” She held it up before bringing it to her lips to sample it. She swallowed down quite a large volume and the familiar sting of a spirit hit the back of her throat unexpectedly. It drove a small cough from between her lips. “This is like paint stripper. How much alcohol did they add to this, a whole distillery?”

“I 'spose so. A bunch of hot people looking hot,” she shrugged, not entirely far from the truth. Her shallowness was literally the only reason she was still there. She'd much rather be virtually anywhere else. Hiding behind her own glass, she watched the slightly taller brunette drink some of her handiwork. There was something oddly familiar about her. Hm, something. She’d likely hit on her before because she kind of went around doing that a lot. But it was more than that. With a raised brow, It took everything in her to not laugh at her response. “Maybe they'll add some more punch to it later....” She had no idea if they would but if not, she'd just drink the punch herself. Putting her hand on her chin, she remembered her a second later. “Wait, you're Andy's girl, aren't you? You're prettier than I imagined.”

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camden-booth:

Camden wasn’t one to get out of the house, especially for a dance. In fact, this was probably the first dance she had ever gone to. She was always to busy with sports to attend any of the high school dances. Now she was here, but found herself eating more snacks than dancing. Cammie was pulled away from her snacks by someone suggesting a drink. “Sure.” She said while grabbing a glass and taking a sip. She coughed a bit as the punch was a lot stronger than she expected. Cammie usually wasn’t someone who drank, but one wasn’t going to kill her. “It’s good. I thought this was suppose to be alcohol free though?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

The Texan cared about as much about this garbage of a ball as she did about Panthers. She was a Cowboy at heart. So needless to say, this was a waste despite having a really hot girlfriend looking really hot. “What? That's alcohol? What....? I don't think so,” Cameron feigned seriousness, her stupid facial expression, however, did her no favors. “I don't know how that got in there.” Biting back a smile, she simply shrugged her shoulders at the blonde. “Hopefully the mayor doesn't find out... or my Grams. Or... just about anyone really. I'm too pretty for jail.”

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andythomasx:

Andy looked up with a slightly guilty expression but upon spotting Cameron it soon became a wide grin. “Why?” She asked slyly as she plucked a few peanuts from a bowl and put one between her teeth. It took her just a few moments before her face fell a little and a laugh escaped her. The eye roll almost did but she resisted and tossed the rest of the peanuts back in to her mouth. “Did you get lost on your way to the high school prom or something….? I mean with the lowkey….tampering not the dress and look because you….” She looked down slightly at her friend. “You look really good, Texas.”

Cameron simply rolled her eyes when she realized who the unsuspecting person was. Any nonexistent worry just slipped from her. “Well, I'm not in the back of limo right now-- so no,” she smirked, thinking back to her prom. She and her then asshole boyfriend had done the whole prom thing in style. Even down to the sex aspect-- thankfully their first time had been long before that night. Drunk dick was never a good thing in a limousine, or ever. “You don't look so bad yourself. You’re about a seven right now. Where's your girl,” she asked, looking around not having the faintest clue who. She just remembered their quite sad conversation.

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rennxhadley:

Anyone that knew Renn Hadley knew that she loved Christmas. It had been her favourite holiday ever since she was just a tiny girl in Seattle and even at twenty eight she still relished in the scent of gingerbread and peppermint. Attending the ball had been a natural decision but attending the ball with Cameron Graham was a development she would have shook her head at a year ago. Not that Cameron would even have been here in the winter season a year ago. Perhaps that was why it was so special. Or perhaps it was because she could see Cameron from where she stood and each glance was taking her breath away. She knew how relaxed Cameron usually liked to dress and despite Renn’s clear love for the normal attire she was also fawning over the dress that was wrapped so perfectly about Cam’s form. It wasn’t until someone jostled her slightly that she realised she’d come to a full standstill, two drinks clasped in her hands. She didn’t know what Cameron Graham had done to her but Renn wouldn’t change it for anything….even with the recent bumps that seemed to have arisen between them. “Here. I thought you might be getting thirsty….” She said softly, stopping next to her girlfriend with perfected ease in the impressively sized gold high heels. “I know my mouth was going just a little dry looking at you but….” She added quickly, stooping and softly kissing Cam’s cheek before she pulled back with a dizzy smile that became quickly hidden behind her glass. After a few swigs the drink was lowered slowly, her slender fingers encircling the glass with precise elegance. “You look beautiful, Cameron. I thought I’d actually try and at least put it in to words.”

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Contrary to what most assumed, Cameron Graham did not like Christmas. She didn't like big carnivals-- anything festive just wasn't her thing. It had never been. But being there with Renn made things suck a lot less. Not to mention, this was the first time she'd been in Wilmington at this time of year-- since she was a teenager. The holidays were either spent in Texas or they decided on some remote location. An island was the most obvious choice-- and sometimes they even felt like skiing. Aspen was easily one of her favorite places to have visited-- minus the cold. At least there was no worry with that being an issue considering she now lived full-time in a beach town. Curiously, she looked up from her phone-- feeling someone's eyes on her. Gram's wanted to know if she would be home tonight. The woman really shouldn't have learned how to text. Two letters sufficed as her response before her gaze locked on with that of her girlfriend's entirely. The smile on her face was somewhere between that of a smirk and a completely endeared. Renn gave her butterflies but this was different. This wasn't some pubescent crush. Unadulterated love laced with a feeling of being desired. And that went without saying, the feeling was very mutual. The older girl was stunning. Breathtaking and she was staring at her like that. No one else. Her thoughts fell by the wayside as Renn joined her. With a gracious grin, she took her glass. Ironically, if they'd began this over a year before-- Cam would not drink legally. Her cheeks heated up at the feeling of those lips against her cheeks. The memory of the first time she felt them rose to the surface. She nearly fell off the damn Ferris wheel.  “Careful, you might make my girlfriend hella jealous,” she joked, crinkling her nose slightly. “Hm? What was that? I'm a little deaf in this year...” She dramatically pointed to her right ear. “You too, babe... but you always do.” Her gaze fell to the floor watching people dancing around. It dawned on her that they'd never really had a public appearance together. Not like this. The whole town was around. It was a little daunting but very exciting. “Does that mean I get a dance...?” 

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Cameron bobbed her head a little to the music. Nonchalantly she dumped-- a whole bottle of vodka into the punch bowl. No one was going to notice and if they did, they wouldn't complain. If they did complain then they were already boring by default. Catching someone by the snacks table near her, she tossed a grin at the other. “Having fun? You should try the punch...” So much for being casual.

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[katmcnamara]

anonymous asked: can you gif that scene in life partners where she cries at jack in the box

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poppyxwilde:

Some nights after a shift, you’d find Poppy at the bar downing a beer and eating something particularly greasy in attempt to soak up whatever she was going to drink that night to avoid the hangover that would usually come with. Other nights, when she’s had a particularly long or upsetting day at the hospital - you would find her wandering along the beach. It was somewhat comforting. The doctor usually didn’t bump into anyone, but tonight she just happened to do exactly that. Raising her eyebrow at the other, she hummed. “Didn’t know they closed beaches now.” Reaching out for the bottle, the woman nodded. “I’m never one to turn down alcohol.” 

Cameron almost told the other to go away. She was seconds away from doing so when she caught a better look. What could she say? She was as shallow as they came. There was no harm in just looking. “They're not anymore,” she smirked, letting her eyes wander. The bespectacled woman certainly had her attention. With a broadening and more authentic smile, she handed the bottle over to her. “I like you already. Name's Cameron-- or Cam. You can call me Cam. Everyone calls me Cam.” Rubbing the back of her neck, she cringed. There were only so many times she could say her own name.

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rocco-bolt:

Since Rocco worked evenings, it always felt weird to have an evening off. He never really knew what to do, so he decided to have a late night workout along the shore. He loved jogging in the sand. It was so much harder, which meant it needed to push himself so much further. He stopped jogging when he spotted another person. She offered him the bottle. She seemed to have drunk too much already. Should he be the asshole? He decided that, yes, he should. “Sure,“ he said and accepted the bottle, only to throw it away in the water. “You shouldn’t be drinking alone this late on the beach. It’s not exactly safe.“

Cameron's mouth dropped. She was fucking appalled as her beautiful-- not so wonderfully tasting alcohol was poured into the ocean. “Do you know how much that cost me,” she uttered, scowling at him. Sure, when she had sobered up in the morning, she might be a little more appreciative. She might even find it endearing. Now was not the time for either of those. The nerve of some people. “What's it to ya' anyway? It's not like I'm going to drown.” It wasn’t as though she was out in the water driving her boat. There was nothing wrong with what she was doing.

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beckettjwilliams:

This was one of the first times that Beckett had gone to the beach since he was here. The beach was never one of Beckett’s favorite place because of the water, but the sounds were always relaxing to him. He always liked listening to the rolling waves on the sand, and the seagulls making their rounds with the tourist. He had decided to take a trip down to the local beach after a long day at work, and instead of going to the bar, he decided to take a break at the beach. With his ear buds in, his dress shirt half buttoned and his slacks rolled up, he walked along the edge just feeling the sand seep beneath his toes. The feeling of himself sinking down into the grainy ground made him feel the same joy when he was a child at the beach. He was always so amazed by what nature could do on it’s own. He was walking down when he saw someone drinking alone at the beach. He groaned softly on his own. He didn’t think anyone would come out here since it’s so cold. “Not tonight,” he replied, shaking his head. “I got in trouble the other night drinking too much.” He smirked. “Bar fight.” He motioned to the sand next to her. “What’s got you out drinking?”

The Texan's eyes raised a little. Squinting she looked up at at the guy-- and naturally down, too. He wasn't bad on the eyes and she would be stupid to not look. She'd love to say that she didn't often offer alcohol to strangers. She'd love to but she couldn't because that would be a stupid and pointless lie. Cameron Graham was no liar-- especially not when she a little drunk. A lot. It was irrelevant one either way. “That's a shame because this stuff is top shelf-- I think. I've never actually been able to reach the top shelf, so I don't know,” she grinned, tilting her head to the side. “I'll tell you....” And she would disclose mostly everything that had her wound up. Only, she needed something from him in return first. “First you gotta tell me about this bar fight? I mean did you really fuck up the other dude? Are there pictures?” Turning the bottle upright again, she took a long swig of her tequila. Oh, it really burned. It caused her grimace; however, she didn't stop drinking nor had she any attention of it in the near future.

[wordsnquotes]

I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via wordsnquotes)