Marc Snyder

twenty-two || self-proclaimed tortured artist

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A beige colour knitted scarf - just because.

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hot model? what’s not to love? - Seemed intimating when he first met Gen at the art gallery hosted by his mentor back in Paris but after the bonfire event, she looks like a fun party girl.

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just gave out cute little hot chocolate sachets that i made last night to my colleagues this morning, im so excited for the Christmas party we’re going to have later. 

on a side note, got most of my replies out pending a few more in my drafts so hang on tight if you don’t see a reply yet.

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Ellie was swinging around a baseball bat, partly to learn a little self defense on her part. She lived alone and wanted to make sure she knew how to protect herself. As she swung around the heavy bat, she was not looking at who might be passing by. “Oh my goodness, please tell me I did not hit you.”

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Marc was walking and texting till he heard a swish sound and looked up to see a bat swinging to his face, the man quickly tried to avoid it but his thigh ended up having to endure the blow. “Whoa, what are you doing practicing that in the store?” He told the stranger as he rubbed his thigh.

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Usually on the first night in a small town 【 hours and a day from her previous residence 】anyone would rather be curled up in a hotel room. It IS the Sunshine state, so possibly finding a club would fit into the circle of normality. Instead of seeking warmth from the decreasing temperatures Noel found herself strolling in the downtown area of Seagrove. When a chord had been plucked on the HARP of inspiration, the brunette couldn’t deny that urge to release those creative fumes.

And her creative outlet involved decorating the side of a concrete warehouse. After examining her canvas, she couldn’t help but admire the blank slate that will soon be a DISPLAY of art. Flinging her messenger bag to the side, she knelt down to pull out a piece of cardboard that had a design of its own. Following that came spray paint, piece by piece she planned to recreate the Eiffel Tower.

It could either be a masterpiece or something for someone to scowl at, she didn’t give a damn. All that matter was to satiate this imaginative hunger, and she started it off with a STEEL GREY..

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After buying some ingredients from the farmer’s market for dinner, the brunette was walking back to his apartment and heard a familiar sound of spray paint can when someone was shaking it. His eyes then caught a girl with a messenger bag slung across her body.  Marc stood at a distance and observed the girl focusing on her art, there were not many graffiti in town and he knew that she could get into a whole lot of trouble for doing this - well if she got caught. 

The precision of the lines and the way she uses neutral colors was done so perfectly, Marc found himself being drawn closer to it. “The Eiffel Tower.” He spoke, breaking the silence between them besides the hissing of the paint.

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bridgcts:

     “ dude, “ bridget flinched, laughing slightly but still scowling mockingly at him, “ you realize your elbow is at, like, face height for me, right ?? “

“Crap!” Marc exclaimed as he moved slightly away from Bridget. “Forgot that I was standing next to a shorty.” He said jokingly, “You can choose the prize as an apology for almost elbowing your face.”

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imssg: marc

bridget: rodents are cute, don't be rude.

bridget: oh, well i have this picture of a dog that i wanted to show you. but it's alive.

marc: lol you like it when i'm rude

marc: cool, let me see it

marc: is it yours?

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zaneneptune:

“Thanks.” Turning towards the other man, Zane smiles, nodding slowly. “Zane. Yeah, I’m sure I will. Nice to meet you, Marc.” 

Marc lifted his free drink to thank Zane one last time before exiting the coffee shop.

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macecoop:

Mason listened intently as Marc spoke about Paris. “God I love rain. I mean maybe it’s because I live here, but I just feel like it’s the perfect weather for making art, you know. Both visual and musical of course.” He added, shooting him a smile. When the other boy offered over his phone, Mace took it and scanned the image, impressed by his work. “This stuff’s great, Marc. Seriously, are you featuring stuff at the gallery here? I’m always buying stuff from there for my apartment.”

“I guess it is.” Marc chuckled as he recalled being in the attic of the art gallery, with a huge glass window overlooking the streets of Paris, the sky grey and gloomy as always with the light trickle of rain on the window. “Something about rain that gets the brain working I guess.” He shrugged. “What about you, how’s your music coming along?” The artist redirected the question back to his friend, avoiding answering as he was embarrassed to say that he had nothing featured in the gallery - not yet - as he does not know what to paint for the time being.

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julianmoran:

His shoulders tensed promptly at having the doors suddenly open, revealing a persistent Marc on the other side of it. “Fuck’s sake,” he swore under his breath, though still tried to fumble with the lock in his hands. “Honestly, Marc, just go home. There’s nothing to talk about,” he said, trying to ward him away like a stray animal that just didn’t have a place here anymore.

“Damn it JJ, don’t be so stubborn.” Marc voiced out, sounding irritated. He thought of all people Julian would understand what he did when he did it. “You of all people wanted to travel the world or at least leave town and now you’re dissing me for doing it?” Granted Marc didn’t give his friend any heads up before leaving but he’s not about to bring that up.

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Hadley Fraser singing Moving Too Fast from The Last 5 Years.

This man is perfect. He kills me. 

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Some people can't get success with their art Some people never feel love in their heart Some people can't tell the two things apart But I keep rollin' on

And I think Well, well, what else is in store? Got all this and more before twenty-four

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Send me “🎁” to see what my muse would give yours as a Christmas present.

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this blonde looks like someone who is very serious, looks like a fine citizen of seagrove.

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dear ol’ wifey (most of the time she’s cray cray) but still love her to bits

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Seen her around town but have not had the chance to talk to her. Looks like a quiet girl living in her own world.

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good morning you beautiful people on earth you. let me get myself ready for the day before i catch up on what’s been going on in the dash and get to the replies.

how’s everyone day tho and what did i miss?

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