━━ ⟢ HEALTHY

━━ ⟢ don't even SMILE don't even look at me. don't say the words you know it's gonna happen cause only y o u know what it does to me. heartbeat FAST like it's tryna r u n from me. i'm losing sleep, they said that would happen first one i hit up when something GOOD happens. i'm going through it but this is not normal. now a man's buying E V E R Y T H I N G you want for you

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margaret !

“don’t slam the subject. all it’s doing is reflecting how fucked the world is.” sure, she had already established how bad a job it was doing of that - but in spite of the inaccuracies and sometimes blatant ignoring of real issues, maggie did love the subject. otherwise, she wouldn’t have felt so swayed to defend it. “history does a lot. it explains the world, socially - helps us get how society has changed, and how we got from the big boom to now. you gotta appreciate that.”

jensen let the girl get her point out, but that didn’t mean he had to agree. in fact, he didn’t. he hated the subject and he hated how some people held onto it like it is their future. perhaps it was that white guilt harmony was always telling him about. “sure, whatever. history may be your thing-- it’s just not mine.”

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rhea !

“even if it’s only for a week? even that long would be a help - we could have someone else lined up to take over after you.2 she had to be careful not to push it too far. rhea had been told a couple times before that when it came to her work at the shelter, she could sometimes be a little over aggressive - she didn’t want that to happen here. “you’d be surprised at the nurturing streak that can come out in all of us, when tiny balls of fur and big wide eyes are involved.”

“when you say big wide eyes-- are you talking about your own?” he could tell rhea was pretty desperate for help. especially if she was asking jensen. the boy was really bad at saying no, and he felt like somehow rhea knew that. he sighed, rubbing his hands together. “i’ll try it for a week. we’ll see what happens. but i can’t promise you much more than that. at least, not right now.”

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rafaella !

“i heard you breathe on it,” ella remarked, staring down at the spoon in puzzlement. with a thoughtful hum, she shrugged. “we’ll try your way.” giving the spoon a quick lick, she tried to gingerly place the spoon on the end of her nose. it just kept moving and didn’t seem like it would stay. “i feel like nose shape must play some factor…”

“you just breathe on it? it’s that easy?” if jensen had known that, he would have been trying to perfect it for ages. of course, his suggested method was just as easy and he didn’t really try it out either. “yeah, maybe. the question is do you need a bigger nose or a smaller nose to really make it work?”

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rhea !

“have you ever thought about fostering?” rhea’s more aware than anyone that this isn’t exactly conventional. usually, people sought out that kinda thing themselves - not stopped in the middle of a busy foyer and asked by a more than frazzled animal shelter volunteer, who knew that while unusual, this was sort of her only chance. “not kid fostering. animal fostering. say, for example, a kitten/puppy/hamster baby/etc?” she’d done this a dozen times, already, this moment being the one where she thrust the picture of the adorable new litter towards them, “they came in two days ago, and we’re full to limit. their only hope is getting fostered. i could explain what that entails, if you’d like!”

“if i’m being honest with you, i think i’d suck with animals. i’m not meant to raise anything.” it was true. him and his brother had a few fish, but peyton was always the one taking care of them. and even then, they didn’t last too long. “i’m really not the best around animals. real tall and i don’t really pay attention. if anything got loose i would just be a monster.” jensen loved animals, he just didn’t trust himself around them.

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margaret !

“did you know that they never actually burned accused witches at the stake in the salem witch trials?” boredom led different people to do different things. for maggie, boredom presented in her lying on one of the student resource couches, legs resting against the back pillows, head hanging over the edge, trying to make conversation with the  first person her upside down gaze landed on. maybe it was the blood rush influencing her subject choice, maybe it was just her being her - but regardless, she stuck with it. “we just learned about it. they hung ‘em, and they drowned 'em, but they never burned 'em. that incorrect detail probably came from people confusing salem with the europe witch trials. doesn’t it make you think about how many other details of our history are COMPLETELY wrong- all cause of a mixup?”

“history is fucked.” yep, that’s how jensen began. he wasn’t big on history, and this was partially why. it was confusing, and some of the things weren’t even right. besides, why was it important now? “can’t wait til they get rid of that stupid subject. what has history class ever really done for you?” the basic stuff everyone already knew about. having to take the same class year after year was tiring.

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rafaella !

open starter;

“do you think i can balance this on my nose?” ella asked, holding up the spoon she was using to eat her lunch earlier. “i’ve seen people do it. it can’t be hard, right?”

“woah, if you ever figure it out, could you tell me?” that seemed exactly like the party trick jensen needed. “don’t you just sorta lick the spoon and hope for the best?”

[jensenspossible]

jensen and harmony!!

INTRODUCING: CHANCE ALISTAIR CALLIOPE-POSSIBLE!

❝    and if you feel you’re sinking         i will j u m p right over  into cold, C O L D water for y o u    ❞

NAME:

C H A N C E : meaning ❝ good fortune ❞

A L I S T A I R : meaning ❝ defender of man ❞

C A L L I O P E - P O S S I B L E : meaning ❝ harmony didn’t want their kids to just have jensen’s last name. she carried the baby so she felt it was only right that her name went first ❞

GENDER:

cis-male

GENERAL APPEARANCE:

H A I R : dark ; always kept short ; somewhat curly

E Y E S : downturned ; dark brown

H E I G H T : 6′2, just like his father

S T Y L E : definitely the button down & slacks type of guy

PERSONALITY:

[ + C O M P A S S I O N A T E ] – he cares for everyone, and he’s always looking out for the little guy. he is the friend who will pick you up from almost any location with no questions asked, just to make sure you get home safely. he always makes sure his female friends make it home safely after a night out, and is just always checking in on his close friends and family.

[ + C O N F I D E N T ] – despite the whole world being against him, he is very comfortable in his skin. his mother is a proud black woman, and he is a proud ( half ) black man. no matter what the world throws at him, he knows his good qualities and what makes him unique. he knows there is no one out there quite like him, and that’s just how he likes it. 

[ - O U T S P O K E N ] – he learns from his mother. she’s only ever being honest and giving her opinion, even when it wasn’t asked for. she says what she means, despite the consequences of what may come out of her mouth, and he is quick to follow as he begins talking. 

[ - I M P U L S I V E ] – in the best way possible. usually he minds his own business, but growing up as a black man with a feminist mother and having a transgender uncle has made him really intolerant of hate speech towards anyone. he’s quick to defend others, and even throw punches if he feels necessary ( something his father has tried to get him to stop doing due to his own experiences ). he doesn’t think about the possible outcomes when doing so, and rarely thinks about them afterwards.

SPECIAL TALENTS:

P I A N O / G U I T A R : growing up in a musical household, it was easy for chance to pick up any instrument he wanted and just go with it. his parents would support whatever instrument, and would have happily bought it for him and tried their best to get the best teacher for him. however, both of his parents were skilled in both the piano and the guitar, so it was easier to have them teach him then for him to learn from a stranger.

W R I T I N G : another thing inherited / encouraged by his parents. they’re both brutally honest & raw in their music, and he learned that quickly. while song-writing isn’t really his thing, he sure knows how to write a story that will leave you wanting more.

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER:

chance always claims he loves both his parents equally, but deep down everyone knows him and harmony have a bond that cannot be challenged. as the first child / son, he turned out to be such a mama’s boy. it also helps they have similar experiences going through life– when he has questions about why he is excluded or why people keep a watchful eye on him upon entering stores, he finds it easier to go to harmony than to jensen. he idolizes his mother, seeing how she breaks glass ceiling after glass ceiling.

WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE:

seeing how he looks just like his mother, chance easily takes after harmony more. he shares the same experiences as she does– things jensen can never relate to. chance is headstrong because he needs to be if he expects anything out of life. his mother never seems to have a care in the world when it comes to how others feel about her, and it’s all jensen thinks about. how do others see him? while chance loves his father to pieces, he’s proud to say he is most like his mother. his mother is changing the world and he plans to follow in her footsteps.

PERSONAL HEADCANON:

the pain jensen was feeling in his hand was indescribable. luckily for him, they were already in a hospital, because it seemed as if harmony was out to break his hand. as if it was his fault she chose not to get the epidural ( if he could remember correctly, he believed her words were “i am a strong woman, i don’t need a fucking drug to get this kid out!” ). but he stayed silent– he knew her pain was much worse than his. women always seemed to remind men that birthing pains were more painful than anything men could ever experience, and as harmony laid there screaming profanities at the top of her lungs, he didn’t blame them.

“ JENSEN POSSIBLE, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THIS!” god, he was hopelessly in love with this woman. “I SHOULD’VE STUCK TO MY GUT AND STAYED FAR AWAY FROM WHITE MEN!” he couldn’t believe this ethereal being had carried his child and was now bringing it into the world. “MY AUNTS WERE RIGHT– THEY ONLY LET YOU DOWN!” he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be starting a family with the support of the extended family.

nothing harmony did or said could take this moment from jensen. he was sure harmony didn’t want to take it away from him, but she seemed pretty distracted at the moment. he looked at his wife, and suddenly the pain he was feeling in his hand was gone. he now understood why men said their wives / girlfriends were most beautiful at this moment. in this moment, he flashed through everything. them first meeting, their first date, them officially moving in together, working together, their wedding, the day they discovered she was pregnant– all of it. all of it had brought them here, to this moment. the fact that harmony didn’t immediately murder jensen at the thought of having a child was the best sign. of course, as things became more difficult during pregnancy, she really wanted to murder him. he could only imagine these pains were the icing on the cake. but what they had to look forward to made it all worth it.

as their son appeared in the doctor’s arms and he began crying, it took everything in jensen not to cry. he couldn’t believe it. his first child. his child. a whole human being who was half of him, and half of the most amazing woman he had ever met. such a person suddenly existed, and if harmony wasn’t still gripping his hand for dear life, he would have needed someone to pinch him. he placed a kiss on harmony’s forehead, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “i knew you could do it. he’s going to learn so much from you.” 

it was only took seconds for him to be in harmony’s arms for the two parents to fall in love. all throughout her pregnancy, they had expectations, and he had beat all of them. he was more than either of them could have imagined, and they couldn’t believe how lucky they were to have a bright, healthy, and happy son.

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jacob artist!

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therpmemes :

                night in the woods → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ Do you think we’d be friends if we weren’t, like, stuck together in the same town? ❞

❝ My entire life feels like running after something that keeps moving away into the distance, while I stay in the same place. ❞

❝ I believe in a universe that doesn’t care and people who do. ❞

❝ We’re all gonna die if we don’t keep living. ❞

❝ Go legally braindead from lack of oxygen due to choking on my entire ass! ❞

❝ There is not one person on God’s Earth who doesn’t love tacos! ❞

❝ I am so scared all the time and the fear hurts. ❞

❝ Pretty amazing, to be something at least. ❞

❝ I have really up up days and really down down days. And I don’t know which it is until it’s over sometimes. ❞

❝ Plastic bags are the ghosts of supermarkets. ❞

❝ Being the only queer people in town sucks. ❞

❝ Not knowing how something worked used to seem like… magic. Now not knowing means it might be going wrong and I may not be able to fix it . ❞

❝ When I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I’m thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something.  ❞

❝ It’s a fantastic ass right? ❞

❝ No fascists at this party! ❞

❝ You could vape. ❞

❝ You know when your body is like ‘Uh whoa I almost died,’ and you get all hyper because you’re filled with dolphins? ❞

❝ At the end of everything, hold on to anything. ❞

❝ If anyone’s going to ruin your night, it should be you. ❞

❝ I’m like, proud of us all, for having good-ass lives in a shitty, stupid, good-ass town. ❞

❝ Nothing is going to save us forever, But a lot of things can save us today. ❞

❝ And nobody cares! I wanted someone to notice things aren’t OK. ❞

❝ Once haunted, can a place be unhaunted? ❞

❝ We devote ourselves to something we barely understand, something we can never touch. We give it a name, and we give ourselves a name for doing so. All of it creates this connection. And that connection, that becomes the thing we can touch. ❞

❝ Oh my god. That was dangerous. I could’ve died. THAT WAS AMAZING! ❞

❝ There was until one afternoon… where something just broke. Reality broke. ❞

❝ They said I had an anger problem, but that’s not true. ❞

❝ I know this won’t save me in the end, but I don’t need it to save me forever, I just need it to save me now. ❞

❝ I have the worst face. I have a nightmare face. ❞

❝ Don’t panic but we’re maybe all gonna die soon. ❞

❝ Okay, I don’t feel comfortable with you objectifying my boyfriend. ❞

❝ I’m gonna go run around naked in the wooooooods! ❞

❝ You can’t take a woman’s husband just because he’s dead! ❞

❝ I am super, super gay. ❞

❝ I think my total gayness came through to the discerning reader. ❞

❝ I am extremely unhappy and you’re the only person who knows. ❞

❝ My dad/mom/parents didn’t like me. ❞ 

❝ My dad used to hit me a lot. ❞

❝ My mom like, wouldn’t feed me. ❞

❝ I’d be locked in there for a day sometimes, or overnight. So I’d try to develop psychic powers so I could like signal to the neighbors or unlock the door. Didn’t work, as you might guess. ❞

❝ I never told anybody. After a while, I started feeling guilty too, for some reason. Like this was something bad I was doing? ❞

❝ Being abused isn’t your fault at all. ❞

❝ I’m just glad I didn’t – yeah, anyway. ❞

❝ My dad had to stop drinking because he was a danger to me and my mom. ❞

❝ I want to grow giant and pick you all up and carry you somewhere safe. ❞

❝ Screw it! I’m doing two beers! I’m doing beer! ❞

❝ I guess beer is just one of those horrible things adults do. Like doing taxes and having babies. ❞

❝ Time makes most dangerous things less dangerous. ❞

❝ I stayed and grew up while you left and stayed the same. ❞

❝ I don’t even believe in hell and I hope they go straight there. ❞

❝ Hey you get that porn off your laptop? ❞

❝ You’re a smooth talker. you’re a smoothie. ❞

❝ Eff college!! All those rich kids and hot people all wring sex and having papers with each other! ❞

❝ I was just saying you look like crap because I love you. ❞

❝ Let’s steal from my boss, who trusted me! ❞

❝ ______ is probably bipolar. ❞

❝ I don’t know what this feeling is. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say daddy again. ❞

❝ I can’t not give a shit. ❞

❝ I thought you couldn’t leave home because of your… issue? ❞

❝ You’re home enough. ❞

❝ Isn’t it illegal to smoke indoors? ❞ 

athena // darius // jensen // jubilee // samara

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ATHENA

reply to delilah

starter for romy

starter for felicia

starter for philippe

contact zephyr thru a ouija board

DARIUS

reply to calder

reply to laura

starter for mikhail

starter for romy

starter for felicia

starter for philippe

JENSEN

starter for georgie

reply to starters????

starter for stephanie

starter for philippe

starter for felicia

starter for mikhail

JUBILEE

reply to griffin

reply to rhea

starter for laura

reply to starters?????

starter for philippe

starter for felicia

SAMARA

reply to victoria

starter for steph ( chara tbd )

starter for laura

starter for felicia

starter for philippe

[harmonysmuse]

&& // SIRMIXALOT

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bad girl ri ri !

harmony nodded, reaching up to tuck a braid behind her ear. “i did. i mean, i do.” god, now she was stumbling over her words even? this was pathetic. she inhaled, taking a breath and shaking her head at herself. get it together. channel your inner rihanna. harmony considered herself, for just a moment. jensen had put himself really out there for her. it was surprising, to say the least. she’d never felt anything towards other people, except maybe annoyance. and now jensen was here, throwing a spanner in the works. she may as well just follow his cue. “i like you too.” she said, finally, and a bit flatly. she realised, belatedly, that jensen had written a whole card, sent flowers, and music, and all she could do was blurt out three tiny words. 

“your valentine-” harmony began, before looking down at the namebadge in his hand. it took her a moment, but then… harmony let out the biggest smile she possibly ever had. “sirmixalot.” she said, with an incredulous laugh, before holding open her own hand, to show her namebadge, but she had a feeling jensen already knew that. “no. you can’t.” she agreed, still smiling, eyes going back up to meet his. “firstly, your code name is awful. secondly, will you go on this date with me, jensen possible?”

the smile tugging at jensen’s lips was impossible to miss. she’d liked his gifts and didn’t feel the need to throw them in the garbage. or perhaps she did-- but she felt his feelings were worth sparing, and he appreciated it all the same. harmony was the girl of his dreams. dreams he wasn’t even aware of until they crossed paths. he’d felt like an idiot all semester for thinking about this girl who was unreadable. even now, he didn’t know how she felt. wait-- did she just say she liked him too?! his head practically snapped in her direction, hoping he wasn’t hearing things. was the setting just so perfect, he was hearing words she wasn’t saying?

before he could ask her to repeat herself, he saw the smile on her face as she read his nametag. it was a smile of hers he had never seen before. her smile always caused the butterflies in his stomach to flutter, but now they were going off the walls. as if they were trying to escape to see the smile for themselves. as his eyes met hers, he knew this would be the best night of his painfully dull life. and as soon as she spoke, jensen knew no one could take this night away from him. it was something that was just his ( and harmony’s of course ). this was his opportunity to be more than just a good guy that everyone sorta knew. this was his chance to be the good guy in someone’s life ( if that was what she wanted. he would do whatever she wanted ). “firstly, my code name makes sense. i’m not a soundcloud rapper, remember? computer mixes?” the words were rushed-- he was eager to answer her second questions. “secondly, it would be an honor to go on this date with you.”

[harmonysmuse]

&& // SIRMIXALOT

[jensenspossible]

bad girl ri ri !

harmony’s mind slipped back to the letter jensen had written her. she’d considered texting him, or calling him, but it felt maybe inappropriate and just wrong to leave such a crappy message, when he’d written something incredible for her. as she sighed, picking at the guitar strings a few more times, she glanced down at her phone. whoever her date was, they were running late. or again, maybe they just wouldn’t show up. she took a step back from the guitar, just as she heard a familiar voice. harmony didn’t mean to smile, but immediately- her face broke into a too wide grin, and she turned, just slightly, to see jensen there. she couldn’t even be mad at him for the stupid nickname. “hey yourself.” she replied back. she couldn’t believe it, he was her date? her eyes immediately went to him, only for her smile to fall slightly. there was no name badge. no stupid sirmixalot. it wasn’t him. 

harmony’s smile was basically nonexistent now, as she realised how awkward this entire thing would be, with her date coming at any moment and properly cementing what an idiot she was. “i- what are you doing here?” she couldn’t help asking, thinking back to the flowers, cd and letter on the floor in front of her dorm. a part of her was still slightly unsure if that even really was jensen. it had to be. harmony didn’t know why she wanted it to be so badly. with one half of her body still turned away from him, harmony couldn’t help reach up with one hand, and yank the name badge off her shirt without even thinking. she crumpled it into her hand, before turning to face jensen properly.  “thanks for…” she didn’t know how to finish her sentence, so she didn’t. 

jensen couldn’t help but stare at the girl in front of him. it was a good thing harmony hadn’t fully turned around yet, because she was likely to have said something. the orange complimented her so well-- but jensen believed harmony could make anything look good, as long as she wore it proudly. she was always proud, and it was one of his favorite things about her. of course, she probably knew all of his favorite things about her at this point. and she didn’t seem to be laughing at him, so maybe she liked the note ? or maybe she didn’t get it. but as soon as she thanked him, he pushed that thought out of his head. “no problem,” he said, completely ignoring her first question. “hope you liked it.”

she must not have realized he was her date ( there was no one else who could be bad girl ri ri, he was sure of it ), even though he’d told her all about his computer mixes. of course, she compared him to a soundcloud rapper, so perhaps she forgot. so he decided to have some fun with it. “oh, you know, just looking for something nice to get my valentine for tonight. i don’t meet them for another hour,” he replied with a shrug, looking at the records around them. but he was too excited to carry through with this. he was ready to start this date with harmony. who was he to play with fate ? perhaps it was just meant to be. he reached into his pocket and pulled out his name badge, holding it out. “can’t leave my favorite girl alone on valentine’s day, now can i ?”

[harmonysmuse]

&& // SIRMIXALOT

[jensenspossible]

bad girl ri ri !

harmony still couldn’t believe she’d been matched with someone named sirmixalot. great. a person who loved that dumb ‘big butts’ song. she already knew just how terribly this was going to work out. the small comfort was that at least they were in a music shop. as harmony waited, her fingers skimmed over the many records, her feet slowly padding along. at least the location was perfect, if harmony did say so herself. she just hoped that whatever came of this ‘date’, it wouldn’t last too long, or harmony would find a way to excuse herself. 

honestly, harmony had never been on a date before, so it was just her luck that her first one would be with some random. it only further cemented harmony’s cynicism about the entire thing. however, she knew better then to start off a date by being negative. she inhaled, squaring her shoulders, and making show her ‘bad girl ri ri’ badge was on properly so her date would be able to find her. she could do this, and she would do this. she even forced a small smile, as she turned to strum the string of one of the model guitars, already feeling herself properly begin to relax. 

the whole reason jensen did this whole valentine’s thing was the chance to be matched with harmony. it was almost embarrassing, how hard he was trying. he wouldn’t be surprised if after he delivered the letter to her door, she had a big laugh. she could laugh in his face and sure, it’d hurt, but-- no, it would just hurt. the last time he’d put this much effort into anything was when he was getting ready to perform in front of people for the very first time. in fact, it was probably the last time he’d felt this nervous. but he was even more nervous now. this could either be the night he’d been waiting for for weeks, or it could just be an unusual and confusing night.

it was typical jensen to be late, and even though the person inside didn’t know that, he sure did. he stopped outside and looked at the sign for the shop. he reached into the pocket of his jacket and grabbed his name badge, a bit embarrassed to properly pin it on. looking at the name one more time, he decided he wasn’t going to wear it. it was too embarrassing. so he slipped it back into his pocket and reached for the door. this place-- it could be perfect. but he could’ve been meeting anyone here, right ? fate wouldn’t work this well in his favor. he took a few steps in, and immediately stopped. the hair, the outfit-- it was all too familiar. he tried to fight his urge to grin, but he was far too excited. was he dreaming ? “hey short stack.”

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@harmonysmuse

jensen stared at the door in front of him, incredibly nervous. why was he nervous ?? this plan didn’t even involve him seeing the girl on the other side. honestly, it was probably his best plan to this day. he was never good at talking about how he felt, so that’s what he was doing here-- a letter and cd in one hand, a vase full of different flowers in the other. he still had hopes that he and harmony would end up together that night, but that was unlikely. there were tons of other guys around campus that would be better for harmony than he was. and as soon as he got into that thought process, he placed the vase on the ground, propping the letter and cd case up with it. “oh harmony calliope, you scare me more than anyone,” he mumbled to himself. and with that, he knocked on the door and bolted down the hallway.

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what's your favorite thing about harmony?

“my favorite thing ?? i mean, there’s just so many good things about her. i guess i could easily say her voice is my favorite thing. have you heard the girl sing ?? but along with that, she’s a damn good writer. like, one of the best i’ve ever seen. and i’ve peer edited a lot of shitty papers. the way she expresses herself in just a few minutes is incredible. as is her stage presence. she captivates you– you can’t look away. but that’s just her overall personality, which is also pretty great. i’ve never met a girl so confident and it’s refreshing. she has a goal and she knows what she wants. i guess i can’t really say i have a favorite thing about her.”

[jensenspossible]

Who was the last person you told you loved them?

“my mom, probably. she calls me every night to remind me.”

[jensenspossible]

have you talked to peyton recently?

“i have ! spoke to him just the other day, actually. we try to speak at least three times a week. he’s doing great if any of you are curious.”