come over, i wanna know what you thought

when you're on the way down i'm gonna lift you up

[lovedearlove]

lovedearlove :  a dependent multimuse rp blog affiliated with @ciderpointhq    —  penned by molly

billy blue klein : bio

lennon bowie reed: bio

sloane murphy: bio

noah cho: bio

[grxndvoile]

closed   !!   —   for   @lovedearlove   (   sloane   ) 📍  their apartment

🎶      "i got fired." she drops her bag on the floor, glancing over towards the bottle of some nondescript cheap wine on the counter. she's not sure how booze so horrid got in the house, but she doesn't care enough to not drink it. nor did she care enough to find a glass. "the motherfuckers set me up."

[lovedearlove]

Sloane leaned on the counter, scribbling down some thoughts for the next episode. The aftermath of Tommy’s party and everything Salma had spilled? It was like a goldmine. But then she heard the slammed door and the bag drop, and soon, Sloane’s jaw was dropping with it. “What?” She then scrambled into action, closing her notebook, rounding the corner of the counter and wrapping her arms around her friend. “Oh my god, babe. What the fuck happened? And who do I need to destroy?” 

[harder2lie]

he's  tried  not  to  change  too  much  from  his  normal  routines  after  everything;  which  is  easier  said  than  done,  but  people  have  been  understanding  when  he  needs  rory-time  (which  is  actually  just  rory  and  liberty  time),  of  which  is  usually  after  his  shift  or  on  his  off-days.  either  or,  he's  never  been  a  picky  guy.  liberty  is  nearly  knocking  noah  over  when  he  finally  realizes  what  exactly  is  happening,  grabbing  hold  of  her  before  she  can  pummel  the  poor  dude  to  the  ground.  “you  know  how  excited  she  gets  —  she's  missed  you,”  wonders  if  the  dog  misses  everyone  she  meets  with  the  way  she  excitedly  greets  them.  a  grin  when  noah  sits  down,  shrugging.  “i  just  –  forgot,  you  know,”  that  has  become  a  less  appreciated  habit  as  of  late.  “you  could  be  on  my  life  360  ..  pretty  sure  i've  gotten  half  the  town  on  it  by  now.  surprised  y'g'ys  aren't  busier  right  now.”

[lovedearlove]

“Aw, and I’ve missed you too sweetie pie.” He practically coos at her, giving her a sweet little pet, before chuckling over at his friend. “Wes and I are toying with the idea of maybe adopting a dog? Which like… yeah whatever it’s early days, blah blah blah, but we’d take real good care of whoever they are. Gotta check with the other roommate, you know? But maybe we’ll get Liberty a new pal. That would be sick!” Noah nods slowly, a bit of a sympathetic look flooding his face. He can’t even imagine, but he wants to show up and be as good a friend as he can be. “No worries, man. Truly. You’re here! And I’m on break and it’s a beautiful day. No complaints here. But I’ll do the whole Life 360 thing, if you want. I love looking and seeing what people are up to. It’s like my own little Cider Point sims game.” He laughs, swiping one of Rory’s fries. “Yeah man, I don’t know. Just wanna keep the place up and running for my parents. This is their real baby.” 

[yourcinluv]

sloane .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ wherever she records her podcast <3 / @lovedearlove

“hey, you're nosy.” he's lounged back in an office chair. his are feet propped up on the table in front of him and he's fidgeting with the mic. they're not recording, which is honestly fine with winston. doesn't want to think about what questions she might ask, because he's stupid enough to offer an interview in exchange for information. “would you say you know everyone in town?”

[lovedearlove]

“And you’re not?” Winston was practically a dream guest to have on the podcast, but she knew unless she worked some extra special magic, he’d keep his mouth relatively shut. But he liked information, that much was clear. And maybe if she was able to offer him enough of a hook, he’d allow a few secrets to be spilled. It’s not like she wanted to air out his entire scandal - Sloane was not that concerned with her niche microfame. She just sort of got tickled by the idea of being the one to obtain as much information as he was willing to part with. “Most everyone, yes. Born and raised and just about everyone’s my regular at the shop. People really love chatting up a cute barista.” 

[earlyblues]

LOCATION:  coastal  coffees  (  @lovedearlove  )

he  stands  at  the  window,  hands  on  his  hips,  looking  out  at  the  DREARY  weather  outside.  he  was  hoping  the  sun  would  come  out  while  he  was  on  his  run,  but  no,  it's  started  DRIZZLING  !  “there's  just  no  way  it's  june  …  AND  RAINING  !”  he  complains  to  anyone  who  would  listen.  “that  has  to  be,  like,  a  crime  of  some  sorts.  war  on  summer.  or  joy  !”

[lovedearlove]

Billy sits with his cappuccino, and he's secretly a little bit happy about the rain. Not for nothing, he runs every single day, and so a little drizzle has never hurt the man. But really the rain means he might actually focus on writing. The novel... with its deadline hurtling towards him at a breakneck pace, and not much to show for it. The heartbreak has been a touch distracting. But then Cooper is standing at the window, looking like his husband won't return from war. "Something's gotta break the heat, you know? You ever tried waterproof road running shoes?"

[harder2lie]

where:  the  fish  house. with:  you  !!!!  +  @ciderstarters  (  1  /  4  ).

for  what  it's  worth,  he  had  gone  to  work  today  —  but  it  was  a  shorter  shift  due  to  the  heat,  and,  really,  rory  didn't  want  to  stay  stuck  in  the  house.  liberty  has  her  little  boots  on  (to  both  serve  and  protect  her  paws  -  obviously),  and  he's  got  some  monstrosity  of  a  thift  store  hat  on -  he's  watching  reels  with  a  single  headphone  in  when  her  leash  moves  more  than  it  had since they sat down  catches  his  attention;  dropping  the  french  fry  in  confusion onto the container  as  the  retriever  attempts  to  nearly  trip  someone  over  as  they  walk by.  “shit  —  sorry,”  he  moves  down  the  seat  and  places  a  hand  between  liberty  and  their  leg,  trying  to  coax  her  off.  “maybe  she  wants  y'to  sit  here  –  share  your  food  with  her.  dog  tax."

[lovedearlove]

It's hot as Hades and while Noah normally loves working at his parents' restaurant, right now, all he wants to do is run straight into the ocean. Submerge himself in the Atlantic and just cool the fuck down. But no, instead he's listening to the air conditioner rattle and is counting his blessings that, at the very least, he's not sweating through his tank top. He spots Rory, Liberty of course in tow, and Noah heads out, about to rib his friend for one thing or another. That is, he almost makes it there, before Liberty is barrelling at him, full speed ahead. "Woah, girly! Calm down. I'll get you treats, you know that." Noah slides in to the seating opposite, running a hand through his hair. "You thought you'd come visit without even texting me you're here? C'mon, man."

[fcreverlasting]

"you know, the worst part of this whole gloomy thing you have going on," she starts, vaguely gesturing to just about all of him, but mostly noting the glassy look in his eyes, "is that I can't even take credit for it. ugh." for once, it hadn't been her starting shit for them and she hasn't even had chance yet to rub salt in the wound with either of them. "you wanna talk about it? auntie grace is all ears." leaning forward on the bar again, head held up by her elbow, she pouts. "you don't seriously believe the shit salma said, right? all that bravado about not caring what people say and you're here being a big baby about a rumour that obviously isn't true?"

[lovedearlove]

And it’s another punch thrown out, but Noah doesn’t have it in him to take the bait. He’s almost far gone enough to actually take her up on her offer and vent, but he knows that has to come with a catch. His words would be twisted and used against him, or he’d become an absolute mockery, and he didn’t have the stomach for it. “I don’t seriously think-“ the words almost die on his tongue, because it’s giving him a headache even thinking about the possibility of it. “I trust Wes. And I know what we have, and I believe in that, I do. But even the fact that someone is willing to start that rumor… for what? To hurt us? I don’t understand that. I’ll be the first to admit I’m not everyone’s cup of tea but.. I don’t get it.” He sighed, eyes getting distracted by all of the lights. “And all my shit with Tommy now.. it’s too much.” 

[fxdedmoon]

Billie handed money over to the man running the booth, not counting how many bills she handed him. It was more than necessary though. “Uhhhh… this thing! I forget what it’s called. But you gotta spray the water gun into the hole to make the horse move and whoever’s horse gets to the finish line first wins a stuffed animal.” And she really wanted that stuffed animal.

[lovedearlove]

"Oh, shit. I used to play this all the time as a kid.” And for one shining moment, Noah Cho was transported back to a childhood version of him, one who wasn’t so concerned with his best friend being pissed off, or with rumors from the town about his love life. “Fine, I’ll play. But you might have made a bad decision here, because I’m not playing easy."

[grxndvoile]

⚓ after reading salma's text message, riley truly didn't think it was fair how this town treated noah. he'd put money on the fact no one that complained about him could ever say they lived to their true self as much as noah did. whatever was miserable about their personal and romantic lives shouldn't be taken out on him, or wesley for that matter. "i could never pity you." he reaches out to squeeze the man's shoulder. "i understand." he'd been the verbal punching bag for people before too.

[lovedearlove]

“Thanks, buddy.” And Noah meant it awfully sincerely. He lets himself be jostled a little bit, Riley’s affection always feeling like a source of comfort, even in the harder times. “Hope your night has had a better start than mine. With everything going on, this whole challenge this is fuckin’ with my head, man. I don’t know how I ended up with something so fucked, but I think whoever’s out there is just trying to spite me.”

[yourcinluv]

“oh, i won't be doing that." and he wouldn't forget. maybe there should be some shame involved, but who cares? he didn't want to date sloane. she deserved this, probably. “you need me to help you? damn, bo, you can't pull?” 

[lovedearlove]

“It’s not that I can’t pull, Winston. It’s just that…” and sure, part of it was the whole coworker thing. Sloane didn’t want to enter another relationship that could have implications. Her failed engagement with someone important meant that her theatre dreams in New York were all but dashed. He made sure of that. But even more so, he made her insecure in a way that she didn’t really know how to get over. Would Winston actually be able to help her out here? Probably not, but at this point, Sloane would take all of the help she could get. “I don’t know. I don’t know how to do this anymore. Make myself available. Desirable. At least not for anything long term, you know.” 

[fcreverlasting]

"am I nervous? usually, yeah." he doesn't doubt she could win it easily either, but that'd give away to his little white lie and that's even more terrifying than not being able to ring the bell. "I work out, you know." god, why did he even say that? as if that's going to persuade her to believe he could do it. as if she even cares? "I just really do think they're rigged; they don't want you to win prizes."

[lovedearlove]

“Stop overanalyzing, man. Confidence is just in the mind or some shit. If you think you can fuckin’ do it, you can do it.” Did Lenny actually believe this? Probably not. But she had a bit of a soft spot for Nate, so she’d say it anyways. “Um… sure, bud.” So he was clearly nervous. “You want me to like.... show you up or something?”

[rainbowxsouls]

Tabby: ✨ i won't deny it Tabby: lmao you're so right, we're such a cliche. we need a sitcom Tabby: Hey no, you're impressive too! just in different ways. I mean, yeah obviously I'm amazing and clearly no other woman-ish person can compare to me lol Tabby: you like him sooooo much! you want to kiss himmmmm! Tabby: *gif of Michelle Tanner saying "You got it dude!"* Tabby: That's what I'm saying! It was a silly, unfounded rumor and he likes you and cares about you and nothing is wrong. Tomorrow you're going to wake up and laugh about how silly you were being Tabby: Honestly, I'd love that. Plus if anyone is weirded out that my ex is helping me find a new partner, then we know they're not going to be good for me. It's like an automatic secret test. Tabby: I mean, there are books and studies about that. the weird phenomenon about "straight" men who engage in homosexual activity when placed in positions of power. so there's probably some closeted guys there too.

[lovedearlove]

Noah: okay okay I think Wes maybe got here Noah: so I'm gonna try and sort all of this out and figure out what the fuck is going on Noah: but can I or we, depending on how it goes, come over after??? or if not tonight, tomorrow? wanna see you and need a cuddle Noah: and when we next go out, gonna be the best wingman in the gddamn world, don't you even worry

[offkeykisses]

She almost respected Sloane for standing up for herself, but she was unable to bring herself to fully commit to it. "It's so adorable that you think I'd care about what you think of me." María was not in the mood to mince her words with the other woman tonight. "So close, but not quite." Her voice was full of mock praise that verged on condescending. "My secret mission was actually to give the town's biggest failure some advice and I just did." Her eyes narrowed at the other, "Because that would be you, wouldn't it? I mean, you came crawling back to town only to start up your flop of a podcast. Clearly whatever you left for didn't work out."

[lovedearlove]

Gratitude, not attitude. Gratitude, not attitude. It was a mantra that Sloane had to repeat to herself, over and over, until it clicked. María made her so mad, made her feel so small, but Sloane needed to come out of this, relatively unscathed. But somehow, she always seemed to know the exact buttons to push to make Sloane feel her lowest. It was unfair how perfectly practiced it always seemed to feel. And sure, she came back feeling like an abject failure as far as her career went, that was true. But it was far more because her ex-fiancé was a man with a lot of power, who'd rarely been challenged. And Sloane didn't want to stick around to see what might have been in store for her, had she stayed. "What I left for was besides the point. Things weren't safe for me, there. Don't pretend you know my story if you don't." She paused, brows furrowed. "And my success will not be diminished. I built that podcast from the ground up, and it's thriving. You're not going to make me any less proud."

[fxdedmoon]

Once she got a better look at Noah, something about him seemed off. Trouble in paradise? Hopefully not. That would have to be a conversation for later, because now was game time. “Oh come on! It’ll be fun!”

[lovedearlove]

He had so many thoughts swirling around his skull, but Billie was being so nice. And he supposed he owed it to that niceness to try, even if he really rather felt like crying. "What are we playing then? Am I still allowed to mope?"

[lovedearlove]

Who: @earlyblues (Maeve)

Location: Tommyland// Ferris Wheel

Lenny is not paying attention to who is in the carriage she's slipping into, but right before the gate shuts, she slips in anyways. And as she looks up, she realizes she's alone with Maeve Finnegan. Fuck. It's not that Lennon has a direct issue with Maeve. She's hot, for one. And she's spiteful, and a little bit evil, which Lenny understands. In a world in which either of them were particularly personable people, Lenny is sure they'd probably make fairly good friends, if nothing else. But Maeve hates Xavier, and that makes things particularly complicated. Lenny is close to Kai, of course, but then again... so is Xavier, now. So. That doesn't really help anything at all. "Sorry.... I just." Lenny tried to think of what to say. Would she be faulted for just admitting the challenge and letting that live in the space? "I needed a break. From all this shit? And this fuckin' loop seemed like the right way to get that. Didn't know I'd be catching a ride.. y'know."

[ilovethismood]

Location: Tommyland, makeshift bar Status: Closed for utp @lovedearlove

"Hey have you tried to Tommyrita yet?" She asked the person next to her as she skimmed over the drink menu. "I'm not sure whether to be intrigued or scared by a bubblegum margarita." While Margot did enjoy bubblegum the normal way, she hasn't had much experience with things flavored with it.

[lovedearlove]

"Oh my god, yeah!" Sloane swirled her own in her glass, raising it in a cheers. "It's like... incredibly extra and definitely a bit sweet, but it's fun. And bright pink! And filled with whimsy. So Tommy. Sort of just playing by her own rules, you know?"

[invlsiblestring]

she can sense it instantly, the fact that something is wrong. already feels herself getting agitated on his behalf. her features scrunch. " what ? no. why the fuck are you even asking me that ? did someone say something to you ? "

[lovedearlove]

"Um... I don't know. I just feel like everything is sort of going wrong? And I... I feel like this has to be some sort of fuckin' karmic imbalance, or like I did something to deserve this because half this town fuckin' hates me and I don't know what I fuckin' did. Like sometimes I speak out of turn, and I know I'm annoying but .... everything feels off balance. And I don't know what to fuckin' do."