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#it's rolie polie holly.#vancouvooc #:((((((

ofblucs:

blue could be careless about a number of things. relationships? sure. drinking, partying– all of that too. but school? never. he swore on his grave that he put his usb drive in his bag where it belonged, but why it wasn’t there was beyond him. leaned over one of the couches in the lobby, he dug his hand in between two cushions, desperately hoping to find it. “have you seen a usb drive?” he asked in mild panic, too busy searching to pay much attention to the person he directed his question to. “it’s shaped like a paw, and it’s blue.”

Hara’s brows furrowed from confusion at the sight of Blue constantly digging his hands in between cushions in a hurried and panicking manner. It didn’t take much for her to notice the current situation going on from where she stood; the desperation shown only worrying the older woman. But before she could even raise a question in regards to what he’s looking for, it had already been answered by the other with his very own. "No, sorry,” she shook her head; her lips curving into a frown from how hopeless she felt. Her eyes fell to the ground; scanning it in case he had dropped it. “What’s on it? Anything too important?”

#c: blue.

jocelynhq:

amusement flashed dangerously in green eyes as jocelyn easily shed the scowl, an exaggeratedly happy beam taking its place. “ oh, goodness gracious, i’m sorry, hara, ” she sighed loudly, slapping her palm against her temple. “ did i say that i would start bashing their head in? i mean, whenever someone disrespects me, i’ll go and make them a nice cappuccino and paint their nails. gosh, that was silly of me. ”

the softness through hara’s hues didn’t last very long -- in fact, it seems as though jocelyn’s choice of words and the tone she had chosen to chime in had managed to turn the twenty-five year old’s gaze into a much colder one. she gave out a deep exhausted sigh, her head tilting slightly towards an angle as she kept eye contact with the other. “i’m sure you’re not used to it -- seeing as you’re more comfortable with being petty and brutal, but surely it won’t hurt for you to be the bigger person every now and then.” she didn’t mean to come off too strong and quite frankly, a part of her knows that it probably doesn’t faze the other; but every time she’s around joycelyn, she always seems to find a way to toughen and shake up hara’s serene personality. “i’m not saying you should let people push you around or disrespect you; i’m just saying, you know, have them eat their words through other ways than bashing their head in.”

#i'm loving this alreadY #c: jocelyn.

A CHARACTER PLAYLIST: SHE HAD FLOWERS GROWING IN HER HEART { +listen }

❝ in place of pain, i plant flowers in the trauma. the roots absorb each hurtful memory, and every nightmare becomes a thorn. i plant and plant until there is a garden where my heart once was. when i speak; dirt spills from my sad mouth. i only hope that someday i may plant enough beauty to cover every ugly scar. ❞ ( © blossomed hearted, maddie c. )

#vancouvtask1 #palette.

shilohxhart-blog

“Look, you’re really hot but I am not giving you free drinks if ithat’s what you want. You have to pay like everyone here. Sorry, pretty.”

dreamyhara

"Oh -- sorry,” Hara apologized immediately; only to have her voice trail off, cutting herself short with a “I didn’t mean to--” as she hurried to reach over for her bag. She must have spaced out during the short minutes of waiting for her drink; the sudden confrontation snapping her out of a day dream she held such a bad habit of drifting into. It wasn’t her intention to keep the woman waiting, nor did she want the other to feel as though she was hoping for a free drink; it wasn’t as though she couldn’t afford it. “Sorry about that,” the twenty-five year old apologized again with a small small playing on her lips, but this time she handed the woman money of the exact amount of her drink hoping it would at least clear the air. “My mind wasn’t here -- I didn’t mean to keep you waiting, let alone make you think i wanted a free drink.”

#c: lena.#hi!!! :-)

#it's rolie polie holly.#if anyone has aim yall should add me (hobojournxlist)

brittany-murphy

#about.#im scREAMING

goghplnt

some more digital art based on @buzzflower ’s Post | idk who the original of the 1st pic is from (if you know please tell me!!)

#about.#aes.

text | anya.

Anya: I think it went horribly wrong the moment i agreed to go on a lunch date with him, yikes.

Anya: oh, i'm fine, darling. i've handled creeps and misogynists before. :-) a sad fact.

Anya: go for it! dinosaur related jokes are new to me.

Hara: Why did you in the first place? You're entitled to say no, aren't you?

Hara: Well that's good. They can be quite a handful sometimes.

Hara: Okay!! I hope you appreciate it more than the people I've told before.

Hara: And not roll your eyes at how lame they can get. I mean, roll your eyes all you want but don't tell me if you choose to.

Hara: Okay, here goes nothing.

Hara: what do you call it when a dinosaur gets into a car accident?

#text.#text: anya.

ivxrys:

“According to Chrome’s history, I spent most of my last night trying to sell my car and buy a new one. I don’t think I actually remember doing any of that, which is strange, because I haven’t partied this week, at all. I might have just glitched out for like, an hour or so, but that doesn’t explain the fact that I am extremely confused as to why would I want to sell my dearly beloved Ghost.”

“That’s so cute -- did you name your car Ghost? It actually reminds me of that one movie; i think it was called Pixels? Where classic arcade games comes to life as some sort of weapons for intergalactic aliens, who threatens to take over the world; and at one point, these Mini Coopers, in different colours, symbolizes as Ghosts; and they have to beat Pac-Man with it. It’s pretty wild, and I must sound insane if you haven’t watched the movie.” She cleared her throat through a short pause. “Sorry, wow, I’m a rambling mess, aren’t I? Have you had any friends over recently? Or did you lend anyone your laptop?”

#c: ivory.

jocelynhq:

“ oh, i promise, ” jocelyn muttered, watching the smoke from her cigarette rise, stark against the fat snowflakes. “ the next time some snotty privileged man baby mistakes me for some grovelling new intern and demands that i give them coffee, i’ll grab the coffee machine and start bashing their head in. ”

Hara’s lips parted from the other’s threatening promise; her attention adverted rather quickly due to the brutal statement. “I don’t see how they could mistaken you as an intern -- you don’t look like one nor do I believe you act like one. Maybe it’s just an honest mistake,” Hara suggested with a shrug, regretting the words the second it slipped right out.

#c: jocelyn.

kvdens:

it took kaden quite a moment to recognize hara, he hadn’t seen her in a long time. not since she’d been the intern working on him and yasmin’s wedding. hell, he was a completely different person. seeing her now, it was— it didn’t matter. “she moves faster than i thought she could, and iyhinki’m becoming an old man,” he joked, shaking his head. it was awkward, or something of the likes. saddening— at least what seeing her face brought back. he grinned as the little girl answered her, telling her that her name was Stephanie. “you’re unsurprisingly good with kids,” he noted, hara actually managing to get the girl to still.

No matter if they were good, bad, painful or simply golden, holding onto memories was one of Hara’s many habits. To say she treasured them was an understatement; as she would often unlock the box within her and allow them to run free during her unpredictable, mostly sudden, daydreaming sessions. It was difficult for her to look at Kaden without flashing back to the day of his wedding; how the smile on his face was one of her favourite moments during that special day, as he watched Yasmin walk down the aisle. Seeing him, without her around his arm, or around his presence at all, broke her heart. “Oh come on, give yourself a little credit here,” she joked along with him, tilting her head and mustering the courage to look up at him. Though he may look the same, with a few changes due to the years bringing upon themselves, there was a part of her that knew it no longer felt or was the same at all for him. “Long time no see, Kaden” she began, only to hesitate in asking the most simple (for others at least) but difficult question of all. “How have you been?” Her lips curved instantly at the voice of the little girl’s -- she must be under some spell to have her breath be taken away so easily. “Nah, I’m actually quite horrible with kids. It depends on the kid themselves; if they’re a darling, like Stephanie here, I would willingly spoil them down to their brittle bones. But if i’m unfortunate, and meet little monsters who are demanding and pushy -- well, that’s a different story.” Her eyes were glued onto the girl as she spoke; her smile deepening. “Don’t run around like that, Stephie. You’re way too pretty that it’s actually dangerous. Wouldn’t want you to wind up lost. One day this old man might not be able to catch you in time.”

#c: kaden.#idk how this got so long ;o

ofalessa:

Alessa smiled softly at her friend, he head tilting to the side as she spoke. They were a bit of an odd mix when it came to the notion of friendship — Alessa wild, uncaring of her image, whilst Hara was daringly soft and Alessa adored her for it. But, the best friendships often came from opposite personalities, or they did in Alessa’s mind anyway. “Doesn’t the bride have her little cronies or whatever to do that?” she teased, pouting softly at the notion of Hara looking exhausted. “Suppose that’s fair though, being a bride she’s probably stressed over… bride-ly stuff. But like, isn’t a dress the most important part? Damn,” she trailed off shaking her head at the bride she didn’t even know. “Let me at least help you,” she offered, her arms outstretching. “So glad to see you too— definitely a day off, thank-god. I feel all I do is work. I missed ‘ya,” she pouted.

Hara pursed her lips to the side whilst she rolled her shoulders inwards reflecting her own confusion. “I’m in no position to say this but I don’t think this marriage is important to her,” Hara responded with a faint sigh of disappointment. It was naive of Hara to think marriage and love was important to everyone else as it is for her; but there was always hope in that fragile and small body of hers making it hard for her to accept the different forms. “I pretty much have to do everything for this bride -- and by everything, i mean everything. She takes no effort whatsoever to pick out things for the weddings and she doesn’t seem to have a plan with it -- all she wants is to get married; and I’m confident its for the money.” Hara felt angered in some way -- the rhythm on how her words fell out of her lips came pouring out whilst her tone gradually grew bitter. A frown was soon present on her features, and through yet another exhausting sigh, she evenly handed some dresses over to Alessa; uttering a quiet “thank you,” before resuming back towards the direction she was headed off to. Frankly, all she wanted to do then was to hand the dresses over. Despite weddings being one of the many things that could never fail to make Hara happy, she could not wait for this one to be over. “It’s about time you got some time to rest -- all you do is work,” she repeated the last phrase in confirmation. “Have you got any plans today? --Apart from helping little ol' me out. If not, once i get rid of all this, we could get you relaxed for the day. Catch me up on any gossip going around at work; I do love stories.”

#c: alessa.

charliewillicms:

It wasn’t even that Charlie was watching the woman. It was difficult to do just that when one was sitting in a booth with their friends. Though he and his friends were quiet, and though they occupied their own space at the back of the diner, they were together; this often meant forgetting about other people and losing themselves to their own world. With their twenty-four hour shift coming up soon, it was a necessity to just drink some milkshake in an attempt to ignore how tired they would be when the sun came up again. There were a few jokes shared here and there, a few stories about love and life and everything in between, but ultimately, it was just nice to be quiet with a group of people who needed quiet. Ultimately, it was just nice to be around people who understood one another.

What Charlie did notice, however, was the waitress who kept coming to the same table. He thought nothing of it at first, and along with everything else, ignored the waitress who walked over to the same table. But, by the fifth time the woman had come back, something curious rose within Charlie. It wasn’t his business, he knew. It wasn’t his to mind, wasn’t his to care about. Whatever was happening was happening, and Charlie shouldn’t have had to have a hand in it. He was a simple customer, after all — and not even a regular. What he should’ve done was kept to himself and to his friends.

But Charlie was Charlie. The firefighters he was with exchanged looks within the group as he excused himself in order to talk to the waitress, though nonetheless, allowed him to go.

When he did, Charlie beelined straight to the waitress and asked for the details of what was happening with a look of worry written so well over his features that the woman couldn’t help but tell him the story. As he heard it, he couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows and come to the conclusion that he was to help somebody.

Charlie should not have been the hero of this story. But, he liked being good. He liked helping people. He liked being there for others.

And so, he headed straight to the woman by the table with a smile so genuine and pure on his lips. “Can I sit down?” he asked, and from behind him, the waitress egged the woman on. “I’m— I’m Charlie, and your date is a dick.” He said these with a voice so soft that no one else but the woman could hear it. But, when he spoke again, his voice was much louder. “Sorry I’m late! Came from a business meeting and the guy just wouldn't stop talking!”

If Hara was a flower, she would have willingly hand-picked her own petals, reciting the well-known French game (in which an individual seeks to determine whether their affection has been returned or not) to pass her time and fill in her curiosity. Instead, she drew a simple sunflower with the pad of her index finger on the fogged glass that separated the cold night from her wilting posture. She was losing hope, and though she knew it wouldn’t bother her tomorrow, or the day after (as life still goes on, and love still remains), her low self-esteem and thoughts could not stop herself from thinking, and digging, what was it about her that changed the man’s mind.

She had an arm stretched out in front of her and her head rested on it as she watched the droplets from the corners of her drawn sunflower slowly forming bigger droplets on its way down. Her gaze and inner thoughts were so lost and drifted that she didn’t even realize a presence was near her. Not until he muttered a word that captured her attention; causing her to lift her head up, her posture to improve and her gaze to meet his.

Within that brief second, on taking notice of the other’s presence and before she had set her eyes on the firefighter, Hara thought it was the man she had almost waited the entire night for. Despite getting her hopes shattered right in front of her -- yet again, the smile on the unnamed male’s face managed to have her own lips curving in a hopeful manner. She nodded silently at his question, only to have the small smile on her features grow even bigger from how he had addressed her so-called date. She was however, unsure on why he had chosen to speak in such a soft spoken tone, and even questioned his motives; but despite it all, she introduced herself to return his greeting. With the same tone, she uttered a quiet “Hara” back at him.

It wasn’t until Charlie raised his voice did Hara instantly picked up on his agenda. A chuckle escaped her lips till she suppressed it with what seems to be a never-ending growing grin. “You don’t have to do this for me,” she whispered with the remaining smile; her upper body slightly leaned forward as she hope her voice wasn’t too quiet for him to hear, though quiet for others. “It’s about damn time -- I thought you forgot about me!” She decided to play along; a wholeheartedly laugh coming out of her lips so naturally, the man she was once frowned over has already been forgotten.

#this took forever for me to reply sorry!!!#t.#t: 001.#t: charlie.#t: in the end.

malnedott

this is so pretty 🐇🌸

#aes.#about.

hcrmonys-blog

kaden’s fathers both came from large families, which had always meant a constant flow of one relative or another coming through his homes as a child. it didn’t change at all now that he was residing in a penthouse of his own. actually— it was worse considering they knew he’d be stationary for a while. it was how he ended up babysitting for one of his cousins while they visited vancouver— not that he minded, he loved kids. however the blonde girl he was watching wanted to go exploring, landing them in the elvator where she had to press every last floor. now, she ran out of the elevator squeeling in glee. taking a second to groan to himself, she was over there talking to the first person she could find in the lobby, taking it upon herself to play with the bottom of their coat. “come ‘here mokey,” he said with a sigh, scooping her up in his arms. “sorry about that, mate. in that curious toddler stage i guess— as long as she didn’t try and steal anything from you.”

dreamyhara

Feeling a slight tug coming from the hem of her coat, Hara lowered her head down to set her sight on a pair of wide hues of innocence. Together with her eyes that held every fascination of the world, her blonde locks, her long lashes and bright smile; it tugged onto the twenty-five year old’s heartstrings; and sooner did she know it, she had herself kneeling down to the little girl’s level, a wide smile present on her features. Within the short seconds of meeting her, Hara could feel herself getting quite attached -- the urge to know the little girl’s name and her reason on wandering around the lobby on her own growing inside her. “That’s alright,” Hara chuckled lightly; her eyes still fixated on the little girl. However, with her rising back up and her gaze lifted up to meet Kaden’s, she was lost for words. “You gotta keep an eye on this little gem,” she quickly added, hoping it came out casual and less hesitant; though really, she was unsure of what to say. “What’s your name, petal?” She finally asked the child, the pads of her finger brushing against the little girl’s rosy cheeks.

#c: kaden.#my writing game is so weak today im so sorry

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