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goldenchildlynn‌:

In high school, he was the big man on campus, Castleport held him to a high standard. Son of the mayor, quarterback on the football team, all eyes were always on him, expectations were always held high. It was a lot of pressure to be under, pressure that he resolved on the field for the most part, but it still ate at him. With high social status came high responsibility, and Ryder tried his best to be a good example but not everyone was perfect. Marley and him ran in different social circles, only really needing to interact for glee club and that was that. He’d wave to her in passing in the hall, offer a smile, but other than that well, she wasn’t someone who was super important to him. He was a little busy with Bree, and for the period with Rachel, and maybe a few cheerleaders here and there in between. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t start now, besides, Marley had always been cute…now that she was older, she certainly blossomed in ways that he noticed. Getting to know her a bit better, maybe a little more up close and personal, was a great alternative to worrying about his own bullshit for the time being. Head falling to the side as he looked over her face while she spoke, he smirked a little with a slow nod of his head, “Right, right.” Ryder mused with a chuckle under his breath when she stated at her being a mind reader, “See, I always knew there was something about you that was different…now I have the answer.” He admitted with a wiggle of his brows before taking another swig of his drink, licking his lips as he drowned out the sound of the tone deaf singer on stage to focus on her, “Thank you for that, truth be told I don’t really check my facebook unless it’s like family stuff. I get way too many messages about getting tickets to games or whatever so, it might’ve gotten lost in the masses. But who knows, a message from Marley Rose is pretty top priority.” Ryder teased before motioning to her, “How’s life outside of Castleport treating you, you look great” The boy had to compliment her out loud, it wasn’t even a question in his mind, flattering girls and flirting was a reflex at this point that he sometimes didn’t realize he did, although this time he might’ve known exactly what he was doing. A breath of fresh air, he never really got to talk to Marley post graduation, the only people he kept in contact with were Hunter, Sugar, and of course his LA hook up time with Santana. Marley was a change of pace, a much needed escape, and he was going to take advantage of that.

Marley was never good at romance. Not that she has had a lot of practice with it, to begin with. Aside from Mike, a few one-sided middle school infatuations and her first kiss with a 6th-grade boy with braces many moons ago, that's all the romance the universe thought to bestow onto her. It doesn't mean that she isn't fond of the idea of being into someone - she craves it. Watching romantic movies on her lonesome with a glass of white wine is just her typical Friday night. She has always idolized the typical cliches; boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl; boy and girl have a fight only to fall back into each other's arms and have that happy ever after. These days, this very concept has been torn from the pages of romance, and a love story will now begin with a swipe on a dating app. Marley analyzed these movies; noted every move each character made so that she could input it into her life experience portfolio, but to no avail. Portland was her opportunity to put herself out there and try new ways to stand out; make herself known and available, and the closest she got to a second date was with the friendly bartender after she waited over an hour for a guy to show, so to have stood her up and left Marley feeling deflated and embarrassed. Looking at Ryder reminded her that he wasn't all that bad looking. And by that, she obviously means that he is hot. He was always attractive throughout high school, but without her blurred school vision haze, she could really see him in a new light. Now all she had to do was to just play it smooth, and play it cool.

It was obvious Ryder was flirting with her; it was in his very nature to do so. He sailed through school collecting girls and making them weak at the knees. And with the wiggle of his brow, and the playful tone to his voice, Marley was falling into his web of seduction too. "And by different, I know you just mean weird," snickered Marley under her breath. She didn't have a problem with weird anymore. She embraced it like an old friend. Marley rolled her eyes teasingly and shone a shy smile as the cup of cider pressed against her lips again. "Still Mister As Popular As Ever, I see. It's good that you're so humble about it all." However, when Ryder moved closer to her, she froze. "Top priority? The flattery is exceptional today. I don't deserve such kindness," Marley taunted amusingly. She could practically feel the warmth radiating off his body, and it really wasn't him to wear no shirt because she can already feel her gaze lingering to his muscular arms. She swallowed; to stop herself from her sights lowering to other certain body parts, and looked back up to see him smiling down onto her. The compliment surprised her. She was in good shape, had decent health and she was happy (more or less) but again, it was the way he spoke that struck a heartstring or two. She looked down at herself, scrunched her nose in disgust and shook her head, "Nah, I look fine at best. But life is pretty good. Portland is fun, my dogs keep me entertained at the best of times and I'm kinda loving my job. No complaints really." Marley was never really one to brag. "How about you? What's new in the life of Ryder Lynn?"

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inkedsevans‌:

Now that you mention it, ‘baby medicine influencer’ does sound cool enough to be in a twitter bio, mostly ‘cause I can’t name a single person who’d have the same thing. Gerber’s gonna hit you up soon. That kid’s still working on the concept of object permanence, I’m pretty sure he’s not thinking about some cartoon princesses. But I’m sure between naptime and bottle feedings, he’ll get into some guy things to make up for the Disney exposure. Maybe some light wood chopping.

That definitely would be the brand to get behind. Aside from the anti-vaccination groups that will most likely post excessive amounts of hate comments on my channel because they most likely possess that weird type of telepathic power to sense when they're being talked about. His dad probably ran straight home and dressed in him in something with On Sunday’s, we play football or Daddy's little man on it to stop the indecent exposure of pink and princesses infecting his baby's brain. Now, a baby chopping wood would be a sight to see. Completely unsafe, but definitely America's Got Talent worthy.

#dash: all.#dash: sam.#post: sam.

goldenchildlynn·:

Ryder remembered the day he got that offer at UCLA for football, it was such a great moment that unfortunately now, was tainted with the knowledge his father had a hand in helping him get there. The way he held it over his head, once Ryder found out, seemed to follow him wherever he went….like he owed his father for doing that for him. Football was important to him, it taught him a lot, it was an outlet for his emotions, and it was just something that came natural to him. His spot in the NFL however, that was all him, that was hard work and dedication and the day he signed that contract just sealed the deal in his mind that Castleport was a thing of the past. Which was why it was bittersweet to be back, especially when it was something he had to do instead of just visiting for holidays. He knew the excuse of a deathly ill relative could only go on for so long, which was why he needed his coach to give back in and take him back or give him some sort of answer so he could plan on how to wiggle back out of the shit hole of a town.

The first time he’d met Marley was glee club, at least to his knowledge, but that was about it. They sang some songs together, whenever he got roped into it and wasn’t busy with football, did some shows and what not but that was about it. However, he knew a pretty girl when he saw one, and she’d only blossomed a bit more since leaving Castleport. A sight for sore eyes, he stood beside her easily as he took a swig of his beer, following her point to who was up next. Chuckling under his breath, he hummed and tilted his head to the side, “You never know, don’t judge a book by it’s cover, Miss Rose.” Ryder informed her with a smirk, now turning his full attention to her, motioning to the girl, “It’s good to see you here, what with us both moving out of Castleport, I didn’t know if you’d grace me with your presence ever again.” He was laying it on thick, but the tone was playful and he nodded his head at her with that same charming smile that distracted him from his issues momentarily.

Marley relished in her life outside of Castleport. It was the perfect opportunity to revamp and reevaluate her entire life stance. In the walls of her restrictive home town, she was never able to express herself fully, because when she did - it would always backfire; the universe’s way of telling her to not even bother. In Portland, she had the real possibility of becoming someone. Someone with no ties to her past self; someone who was avidly looking to her future and excited for what was to come. Walking past old haunts don't make her sad anymore, per se, but rather sentimental. She has finally reached her point where her life isn't revolved around her status, but where it’s all about herself. Marley isn't one to really look out for herself very much, but she’s trying. She has the pathological need to please others before her own being, which is nothing more than a curse. Her newfound independence caused her to really focus on putting herself at the forefront, but her empathy courses through her veins and she can't help but notice when people are broken and want to fix them. That's why Ryder intrigued her.

Her and Ryder were never anything to write home about. They were civil at school together, made kind glances to one another as they passed each other down a crowded hallway, but that was all. Not really any underlying reason to it. It's probably why she was surprised that he was even giving her an ounce of attention. She rolled her eyes playfully at his comment, and shook her head again. "Not judging," Marley stated as she raised her cup to her mouth. "Just being a good mind reader. It's a gift and a curse." His next choice of words stunned her in a way Marley couldn't comprehend. She knew that Ryder was always a charmer - his smile could melt a thousand pretty girl hearts - but she had never really found her way into his line of sight. And she wasn't completely repulsed by the thought either. She laughed at his playfulness, and served it right back to him. "Well, I knew you would absolutely dying to see me, and thankfully Castlepoint is so small that I figured that I'd run into you at some point. I saved you the trouble of an awkward Facebook conversation."

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goldenchildlynn

So far, the BBQ was going well, even if Ryder was doing everything he could to avoid his father at this point. Just the sight of him made his stomach turn, all he could think about was his cheating on his mother, and if his dad said something wrong to him today…well, he just might snap. Right now, he just wanted to keep a level head for the day, enjoy the pride parade and make sure Hunter was doing alright. So, that’s what he was doing, making his rounds and hoping small talk would keep him busy enough to keep his mind off of these never-ending thoughts. It was pretty easy, except for the topic of his career, it was still up in the air. He’d been in talks with his coach, basically pleading to let him back on the team, explaining that he had this whole scandal under control because up until the other night, he hadn’t gotten any anonymous messages.

That was why, when he saw Marley in the distance, watching the karaoke with her undivided attention….well, he couldn’t help but think that this was a very good way to busy his mind. Walking over with a beer in his hand, he leaned towards her, nudging her lightly with his elbow, “Twenty bucks the next song’s gonna be a Whitney Houston one.“ He joked with a warm smile, motioning with his other hand towards the stage.

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Being back in her old stomping ground left Marley riddled with a lot of mixed emotions. Firstly with an overwhelming sense of the worst and best kind of nostalgia. Specifically, standing in the exact same place where a lot of bad moments in her high school life happened, but also where she used to roll around on the grass as a kid, and scrape her knees and not giving a damn in the world. She would give anything to have that childlike innocence back. Secondly, she did just feel a little out of place. Castleport used to be her home; her sanctuary. But now, she feels as if she sticks out like a sore thumb; which is ironic as her whole upbringing was based around not standing out enough. She hated all the eyes fixating on her; the silent questioning was obvious. Maybe everyone has a vendetta against her for finally getting out of this place. If the roles were reversed, she’d be completely bitter too. But then she reminded why she was here - Pride. It was a celebration of being accepted for being different, so she had every reason to parade around, regardless of who was judging and what she was deeply feeling. That was basically Marley’s entire brand of her personality, after all.

She worked her way around the area, grabbing herself a churro and a plastic cup full of apple cider in the process, until she heard the faint sounds of a karaoke machine, and Marley really was a sucker for a good sing-a-long, especially if the people involved are tone deaf. It was the perfect way to get Marley out of her head for the moment, and find her way back to the real world. Her instincts were indeed correct; the lady on the stage had a presence about her only Celine Dion could match, albeit whatever was coming out of her mouth was almost toad-like. She was wincing through the cringe of it all, when she felt a light nudge to her side. She looked up to see Ryder smiling down on her, and her heart swelled a little bit. He always did have a charming smirk. She smiled back to him, shaking her head in disagreement, however. “My bet’s on Queen, I mean, look at the next guy up...“ she paused as she pointed to a bearded, heavily sweating man on the steps of the stage, awaiting his time in the spotlight. “He’s basically Freddie Mercury’s splitting image.“

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I was just at the pharmacy looking for those dangerously delicious cough lollies after losing my voice singing Les Mis terribly in the shower (again) and this guy comes in looking for vitamin D drops for his newborn baby so I did my good deed for the day and grabbed the cheapest ones off the shelf. They just happened to be the Disney princess brand but they were on sale, and looked super adorable so it ticked all boxes. Then he had the nerve of saying “Um, could you get me another one? My kid’s a boy.” My apologies. Didn’t mean to threaten your hour old newborn child’s masculinity or anything. And to think, this would happen on Pride Month of all times, when we should be celebrating being able to be whoever we want to be.

Anyway, fragile masculinity aside, I fully believe I need to change my career to, and I quote, Youtube vlogger extraordinaire because of this impromptu story time moment. Goodbye radio.

#dash: all.#dash: starter.#cportstarter