Don't Get Too Close

Owen Locklear Twenty Architecture Major 19:59

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jacobsfischer:

Jacob looked up from his phone, glancing at the guy, and then at the dog. “No, it’s not - No.” He wasn’t the biggest dog fan, much more of a cat guy, but he also wasn’t really going to just let someone lose their dog like that. “I, uh,” He looked around, and then back at the dog. “Does it have a tag, on the collar?”

“Let me check.” Owen said, kneeling down to try to look at the collar, “Yeah, but it just says Max and an address. Who does that?” he asked, half to himself. Though honestly, he hadn’t really wanted to have to make a phone call either. Maybe this would at least give him an excuse to be out for a while. He could search for the dog’s owner.

[wnq-writers]

You’ve worn a mask for so long that you’ve forgotten who you were beneath it.

fabuliz  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.

Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea (via princessrpg)

[oknope]

imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told 

[especiallypeaches]

Anything worth knowing about me is deeply and deliberately tucked away, but you must know that I am not without reason.

(via especiallypeaches)

[c-isnenegro]

[keran-amo-deactivated20160822]

Yes, I bottle things up. Yes, I let the things on my mind destroy me. Yes, it hurts. Yes, I push it away. Yes, it backfires, and it happens more frequently than I would like to admit. Yes, I do it again, and again, and again. But, what does it matter?

(via lotte-i-miss-you)

[lordbelatiel]

note to self: read the books you’ve already got you ass

[amyfarrahs-deactivated20161015]

[princess-diana8]

i wanna be covered in tattoos but i only have like $10

[xcyst]

being a pessimist is great, I’m always either right or pleasantly surprised

[wordsnquotes]

Books make me feel safe. Books make me feel normal.

Gary Paulsen (via hachiwrites)

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alaricsummerfield:

Alaric’s eyebrows raised as he recognised the face, and smile spread across it, “Hey it’s you! Oh uh.. I don’t think we actually introduced ourselves. Alaric.” He laughed softly at the strange question threw his way. “Oh yeah, absolutely. Only Rainee here really tried to be mean to her, but after a lot of supervision, they all seem to get along fine.” He gave the mutt a rub behind the ears, she was probably the only one that really had much of a predator instinct to try and nip at the ferret. “Didn’t think we’d meet again, how’s things? After our ferret encounter.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m kind of bad at stuff like that.” he admitted, slightly embarrassed that he had never even given his name, “I’m Owen. It’s nice to meet you.” he said, and it was actually true, he was intrigued by all the animals this man seemed to have. “How many pets do you have? I haven’t had pets in ages, can’t really in the dorms.” he added. The truth was he had never had a pet, but he had made up a few in his time. Most kids had a cat, or a dog, or at least a fish. It helped with blending in. “I’m alright, back in school for the semester, just on my way home from work now, actually. What about you?” he asked, knowing one of the few social rules he had memorized was that you always asked that question back.

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fkanez:

Soviet Montage Theory. It was simple- The in the early history of soviet film making they theorized that the feeling of a shot could be changed by the frame directly after it. A simple shot of a man could be read as sad if a shot of a coffin closing was show afterwards, and the same shot of a man could be read as happy if a shot of children playing was shown after. It was a technique Jules used often in his films using it to explore the range of human emotions and the miscommunication of what he called the Human Condition. Getting genuine shots of emotion, however; was not as easy as it sounded. 

The suit they had on was at least two sizes too big, and their vans underneath the poorly tailored suit did nothing for the disguise. With camera in tote Jules wandered down the street. At first he just watched, waiting for the perfect person. It didn’t take long before Jules spotted someone who piqued his interest. “Excuse me!” They asked completely cutting off their target’s path. In his best adult voice Jules began his spiel. “I’m Johnwayne Holiday with Channel 69 News. With the New Year coming up we’re taking to the streets asking Seattle residents the hard questions. Can you spare a moment of your time?” Not even waiting for them to answer Jules continued. “What are you passionate about?”

Owen raised an eyebrow at the person who walked up to him, biting back a laugh. It would be one thing if the story was at least somewhat believable, but this guy was no Rai, and no Owen either. A glance over the ridiculous outfit told Owen that this was no news anchor before the man even opened his mouth. They probably did want video for something, but not for the news, and Owen was not in the mood to just play along with it. Then again, he never really was. For as many lies as Owen told, he rarely let someone else even think he had bought a lie of theirs.

“So, I’m art minor, I know a lot of people interested in photography, and sometimes video. And I’m about 95% sure you actually need a video release form if you’re planning on using whatever video you’re getting of people.” he pointed out casually. “And honestly, what’s the point of the reporter act? Just say you’re a student, or an amateur filmmaker, or making a documentary. Much more believable, possibly even true, and most people - not me, but most people - would still help you.” he added.

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sebflxres:

Admittedly, Seb loved to spoil Bug, his tiny dog son. Today, he’d bundled him up in a thick sweater and carried him most of the way to the park. Once there, he’d tied the pug to a bench while he got out his laptop and worked on an article. The next time he looked up, Bug was halfway across the grassy park. Seb’s brow furrowed. Since when could he run that fast? His little heart could give out. Setting the laptop to the side, not bothering to hide it or bring it with–because he was that good of a dog dad–Seb ran after his little pug son. Luckily, someone grabbed Bug’s leash, and Seb let out a sigh of relief when he realized it was Owen. Thank god. “That’s Bug,” he replied, out of breath as he caught up. “I didn’t know he was strong enoguh to get out of his restraints. I mean, look at him. How’d he do that? How’d he run all the way over here?”

“Oh, yeah.” Owen said, looking back down at the dog, “Sorry, I guess I hadn’t seen him in a while.” he said with a small shrug. He had known Seb long enough to have seen Bug a couple of times, but he hadn’t recognized the dog immediately, though maybe the little dog had recognized him. It might explain why he hadn’t seemed upset at Owen grabbing his leash. He handed the leash over to Seb before shrugging again, “I don’t know. Dogs usually seem to be pretty good at escaping when they really want to though.  I’ve seen a few people chasing dogs through the park.” he pointed out.  He might not have ever had a dog of his own, but he wasn’t entirely clueless about them.

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carmensummcrs:

“Yes, you’re hanging out with me all day.” Well, probably not all day, but she didn’t have any problem from changing her plans around from laying around her dorm to walking around a few shops with Owen. Better for her to get out of the house, or some other aphorism espoused by her mom. And if he wasn’t mad about the hot chocolate, then she would take the olive branch. “You can tell your roommates to thank me later.” The joke took precedence over actual logic, and she bit her lip to stop anything else stupid from coming out. She didn’t know everything about Owen, but she was fairly certain that he wasn’t going to tell his roommates much of anything.

“Lead the way?” The best she could hope for was a quick segue, “I don’t trust myself with walking anymore.” or talking

Owen paused for a moment, suddenly unsure if she was joking or if she really didn’t want him to come with her. There were very few people Owen was actually interested in spending time with, and probably fewer that actually wanted to be around him. He knew he wasn’t exactly sunshine and kittens. But then again ... what Carmen said, had seemed like a joke, and he really didn’t feel like just going back to hide in his room again for the rest of the day, so he decided to hope it had been. 

“Oh, yeah, sure. I don’t ... always have a lot of time to read, but I think my classes this semester will be a little easier. So it’d be nice to see if I could find a few books.” he offered carefully as he began heading towards the store.

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romantaylorwest:

Muffin running around loose was never a good idea. Roman was worried about him being hit by a car, sure, but Muffin actually knew not to go running across streets. Roman hadn’t trained him well in any sense of the word, but Muffin was absolutely terrified of moving cars, and avoided busy intersections even when he was on leash. Off leash, Muffin was more likely to just cause chaos. Last time Roman had tried to let him off leash, he managed to steal a seven year old’s hot dog and chase pigeons around for in circles for ten minutes. There was a reason he wasn’t allowed off leash anymore. But Roman had been checking his instagram, and Muffin tugged just when his grip was slack enough, and then off Muffin went, probably to go pee on a fancy statue. “Fuck,” Roman mumbled, immediately going after the loping ball of fluff. Roman didn’t mind running in public, he did use to be on his high school’s track team, but he just looked silly running after Muffin in his expensive shoes and nice outfit, and he knew it. When someone managed to catch Muffin’s leash, Roman breathed a sigh of relief and slowed his face, approaching the other at a relaxed jog. “Yeah, he’s mine. Sorry about that, I guess he saw a squirrel he wanted to chase or something.” Muffin had initially seemed dismayed at having been caught, but was now trying to play with Owen’s shoelaces, so all seemed to be well with him. 

The dog had tried to tug away from Owen at first, but seemed to accept defeat once he spotted his owner. Owen had always liked dogs, not that he could afford to have one himself, so even though he was slightly concerned about his shoelaces being chewed up, he chose not to say anything about that matter. “It’s not a problem, I’m just glad I caught him before he got too far away.” Owen said, giving a small shrug, “I didn’t know you had a dog.” he added with smile as he passed the leash over to Roman. Then again, a lot of their socializing had just been through Owen making his drink at Starbucks, so he supposed there was probably a lot about the other that he didn’t know.