another dream about shapeshifting;

micah a. blanchard - 23 - professional cocktail shaker

[micahblanchard]

Happy 24th birthday, Micah. Make a wish!

[micahblanchard]

☎ Micah → Alex

Alex: Take lots of pictures for the 'gram.

Micah: Yeah sure I'm out of dignity anyway

[micahblanchard]

☎ Micah → Alex

Alex: That's hot.

Alex: That sounds like I'm being creepy - I swear that wasn't supposed to be creepy. More like Paris Hilton.

Alex: Who isn't creepy at all.

Micah: Paris Hilton is a goddess, so I'll take it

Micah: And it will be totally hot for sure

[micahblanchard]

kel-tavarez:

“Oh, I don’t mind, I’ll get out my lawn chair and cold beer and watch all of you run off a cliff together, it’s great entertainment.” He joked with a laugh. He didn’t mind much whatever other people did, as long as they didn’t start getting into his business and telling him how to run his own house. Which plenty of people did, but this man was definitely not one of those. “Nobody will ever be their new mom. I’m the mom in the house, regardless. Even if I remarry, I will still d all the mom stuff.” He had when Holly had been around, it was just who he was.  He enjoyed it, exhausting as it was. “Oh, ouch. Way to make an old man feel his age.” Kel said, a fist over his heart. “It’s too late for that. I don’t like people, I’m happy to stay at home in my hermit hole most of the time.”

“Ah, spoken like a true aging dad,” Micah teased him with a chuckle. He liked Kel, which was exactly why he was joking around with him like this. It seemed weird, even to himself, but Micah felt like he and Kel had a lot in common, and that Kel was practically an older version of himself. “I didn’t know you were a mom. That’s very progressive of you,” he commented with a grin, though honestly he didn’t care in the slightest about traditional parent roles or how people ran their own houses. “There’s still hope for you, don’t worry. If you ever need someone to look after the kids while you do something, feel free to give me a call. I have a lot of experience, and I’m sure even you could use some time away just once in a while.”

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ellahalder:

She didn’t bother to respond to that. Anyone could see that he hadn’t been jail. He hadn’t been locked up at all, people that had always had that caged look about them that he didn’t have. Ella looked back down at her lap, pushing the hair out of her face as it fell. “I’m working on it. Just a hard habit to break.” She wasn’t sure she would ever be able to actually tame her tongue. There were some things that were better left unsaid, and that was always what she blurted out first thing. “I’m a good teacher.” She protested, one of the few things she was confident in. “I push people, but it’s different when I’m teaching. I know what I’m doing. It’s not like trying to talk to people.”

He nodded, understanding where she was coming from... well, trying to, anyway. Micah was well aware that he was privileged and that it practically radiated from him. Because of that, he always tried to put himself in other people’s shoes, though he also knew that he didn’t always manage. “I can imagine, but you can do it. If anything, you seem strong-willed - that’s a great quality to have,” he told her with a genune smile, standing completely behind his words. “Hey, I didn’t say you were a bad teacher,” he defended himself, holding his hands up, “I’m just saying you seem like more of a tough love teacher than a ‘let’s all join hands’ teacher, which isn’t even a bad thing. I mean, the football coach has had that approach for a decade and no one’s complaining.”

[micahblanchard]

☎ Micah → Alex

Alex: That's exactly what I want. What part of that doesn't make sense?

Micah: Well alright. Guess we're about to find out if I'm a 34B

[micahblanchard]

☎ Micah → Alex

Alex: I say bring it next time I see you - this YouTube thing won't last forever and every little helps.

Micah: You want me to carry a bra around constantly in case I run into you?

[micahblanchard]

lolabrink:

She couldn’t help the sigh that slipped her, if only because sitting through films, especially old films, wasn’t exactly her favorite. But luckily for her, the older the film, the shorter it was, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.  “I know he’s in the Godfather. Gimme some points,” Lola pointed out. “Lucky? Please. I keep thinking every day I’m one day away from gettin’ fired. It’s no walk in the park either.”  

Micah chuckled at the sigh, “I’m sorry, but it’s actually a good one - I promise. And I’ll buy snacks, if that help. I can bake a cheesecake?” Okay, maybe that was mostly for his own sake. “And you get points - a few of them,” he added with a smirk. Of course Lola already had all the points in Micah’s book. She couldn’t do much wrong, even when she was clueless about Brando. His expression became more serious when she brought up her concerns about work, “Wow, is it that bad with her? She’s worse than I thought, that’s almost impressive.”

[micahblanchard]

☎ Micah → Alex

Alex: I hate you, you know that?

Alex: Check the size, it probably was.

Micah: Yeah I know

Micah: It's a 34B and I'm sorry if that's way off/offensive

[micahblanchard]

☎ Micah → Alex

Micah: Hey I saw a bra on the street outside the gym, figured it was probably yours

[micahblanchard]

mrsameliablake:

Putting on a cheesy smile, Amelia nodded his way. “That is true, yes,” she replies, with a quirk of her brow. “What would we do without Richard? Not get married?” She thought out loud, before promptly shaking her head. “No–nope. They would have gotten married anyway. That’s true love, there,” she responds, spooning up a giant spoon full of whipped cream–with her fork–and eating it. “It’s not that I forgot it, it’s just that… I watch so many other shows that sometimes they just run together!” She attempts to explain, laughing under her breath. Taking a bite of her waffle, Amelia got herself lost in her own little world for a few seconds, until Micah began talking, his words making her eyes widen. “You’re speaking my exact language right now. You could cook some awesome dinner and I could–bake a pie?” She throws her hands in the air, an idea popping into her head. “Oh my gosh! And-and! Then after everything, what if we went to the bar! I mean, not every night, but like just sometimes! Aw–that would be so fun!” 

“Nah, we’d definitely still find a way to get married, don’t you worry,” he said with a wink as he shoved another bite of waffle into his mouth. Normally he would try to be cuter about his eating habits, but well - Amelia had taken a strong lead in throwing manners away, and he wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity to join her in not worrying about it. “Yeah alright, that makes sense,” Micah agreed, though he figured she was at least also somewhat of a scatterbrain. Not that there was anything wrong with that. “You still forgot, though - ‘they just run together is just the lawyer way of blaming something else.” He grinned at her, happy that he could tease her like this. She actually felt like a friend at this point, which was nice. She’d always been Rachel’s friend, which meant he had to avoid getting too personal. His sister would be furious if she thought he was trying to steal her friend. “I’m honestly so on board with that. Getting to eat a freshly baked pie every night sounds like heaven. I’ll definitely be happy to make dinner if that’s what I get in return,” he told her with a smile. If she was serious about it, he’d absolutely be ready to show up every night. It sounded pretty perfect to him, honestly. “And I won’t let you come to the bar every night anyway. Can’t have you sit around crying all the time.”

[micahblanchard]

evxnphillips:

“You’re not, ‘cause I get it, I’d rather build things in real life. I’ve never really got it either.” As Mica continued, Evan laughed, nodding his head very slightly. “I won’t argue with that. Things went a little… I don’t know, crazy I guess, not long after that. That’s the best way to describe it I think.”

“Well, maybe we’re both old and grumpy,” he retorted with a grin. He did feel a little old once in a while when his younger siblings obsessed over something stupid... but he knew he’d been the exact same way when he was a kid. The Hannah Montana obsession was a solid testament to that. “Yeah, it really got out of hand, and pretty quickly too. I still wonder what happened sometimes - it was such a dramatic change. Something had to be going on.”

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kel-tavarez:

“It’s the norm. Most people expect it.” Kel gave. He was an abnormality in their world, not actively looking for anyone. The perfect woman would have to be dropped in his lap and probably slap him in the face to get him to even take notice, and then he doubted she would stick around. “God no. Any woman that doesn’t get along with my kids doesn’t have a snowballs chance. I’m not looking for someone to take over mothering them, but she’d sure as hell better be able to deal with them and like them. They’re my world. They come first in my life.” He shrugged. That was a fact. He knew his girls were tough and resilient, but he also didn’t want to push things on them that they didn’t have to deal with. “I don’t do much, I’m already an old man. She won’t ever have much reason to babysit.”

Micah nodded and grinned at Kel, “Yeah, we’re all just a bunch of conformists. Don’t mind us.” It was probably the better philosophy anyway - not to be looking for anything. Even with his somewhat limited experience, he knew that love usually snuck up on you when you were least expecting it. It was rare for Micah to go more than a month without a random crush on someone new, not that they ever really amounted to anything. He was just easily smitten. “Good - not that I was expecting anything else. I don’t get the vibe that you’d bring someone to the house and immediately be like, ‘this is your new mom’ anyway. So that’s already a solid start.” He smiled at Kel, hoping that came across as the pseudo-compliment it was meant as. “You’re not old - well, not that old,” he added with a smirk, “Don’t become a total hermit yet, that’s just depressing for everyone.”

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ellahalder:

“I wasn’t in jail.” She felt the need to add, though she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like it mattered if he did think she was a criminal; she might as well be. She had done plenty of violent things both in and out of those institutions. Not to mention something thinking she was a criminal was so much better than finding out that she was batshit, which meant she usually blurted out that she was first thing. “Problem is, then I would insult the person standing guard and then piss them off and probably get in a fight in front of potential employers. Vicious cycle. Better to salt up my foot and shove it in first thing, get the whole meal over with right away.”

Micah wasn’t sure if that was the truth, but he wanted to just leave it. “Well, I’m glad to hear it. I haven’t been to jail either,” he said, hoping she didn’t feel like he was trying to pull the information out of her somehow. Honestly, even though he was curious, it didn’t really matter to him what the story was... as long as she wasn’t, like, a serial killer or something. “Alright, yeah, that is a pretty big problem... I see your point.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation she was describing - he’d definitely pay to witness it. “Maybe you should pitch the class as a tough love kinda thing where you’re trying to motivate them by being really hard on them. That’ll save you some explaining later.”

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tristencarter:

“I suggest taking the advantage a long time before hittin’ the bottom,” Tristen grinned mildly, seeing as the other guy obviously was sort of uncomfortable with the subject. Well, in all honesty, it wasn’t a usual park chitchat. “Yeah, I can fullfil all their chocolate-y dreams.” He wasn’t sure whether he was mocking himself, the possibility of becoming a sugar baby, or the old ladies dreaming of hooking up with a hypersexualized stereotype of a black man. Maybe all of them, and whatever it was, Tristen found it absolutely hilarious. “Wow, that was sorta badass, tho. Imagine all the can-I-speak-with-the-manager- shit if they would’ve noticed you didn’t make a new one. But… what a bitch, honestly.”

“I guess that’s a good point... but I mean, at the same time, isn’t it better to explore all the options that don’t involve prostitution first?” he grimaced, hating himself for digging their conversation further into the creepy sugar baby hole. At least Tristen seemed to enjoy the subject more than he himself did. “So you’re more of a chocolate baby than a sugar baby, then?” Immediately, he regretted his words that would surely only egg Tristen on. “You know what, forget I asked.” Now he couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. They were actually having this discussion in a park, in front of a puppy. “Honestly, once you’ve had to deal with crazy people 100 times, you start to get creative. After a while you can kind of tell who’s just being difficult on purpose, and I just try to get them out of there any way I can.”

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helenfirus:

She shook her head, amused. “Y’know what, that would be some bitchin’ job if I could do it whenever I want. But it’s like, random. I can’t even tell when it’s coming.” She shrugged. “Eh, I’ve been practicing all my life and I still get messed up. I look like an idiot and sometimes people at work assume it’s an STD and don’t come near me. Was just walking to Trader Joe’s, actually, stopped just for the nose. It’s better to sit down. Helps calm it’s jets a bit.” Pulling one leg up on the bench, she hugged her knee, finally turning her now clean face to look at the boy. “Got a name on ya?”

“Well in the right context, that’s even more horrific. Imagine doing like... theater, and you just suddenly start bleeding, so everyone freaks out,” he explained, grinning at his own idea. Sure, it might freak some people out a bit too much, and he himself would possibly feel a bit sick, but it would make for a pretty interesting experience at least. The STD comment puzzled him a little, but he didn’t really question it too much - if people had super obvious diseases, he’d probably not get too close either. “Well, you look normal now,” he just told her with a smile. “I do have a name - it’s Micah. What’s yours? I don’t think going around calling you Blood Girl will be too great in the long run.”

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kel-tavarez:

“You’re assuming I even want another relationship.” Kel pointed out. He didn’t, not really. The idea of it was nice sometimes. Having someone there again, an extra hand and someone warm to sleep next to. But in truth, it was just too complicated with kids around to try to fit another person into his life. “Maybe after both the girls leave, I’ll find some cranky old lady to put up with me. We’ll see.” He shrugged; he wasn’t too worried about it. “See, my planning was that Abigail would be able to babysit Ella once she gets older.”

“I guess I am...” Micah said with a light shrug. Honestly the thought hadn’t even occurred to him - that this guy didn’t want a relationship at all. It did make sense, of course, it was just something he took for granted. “Just don’t give your kids an evil step-mother, and I think you’ll all be okay. Also, it’s a bit weird for a kid to see their parents with a new partner, but like... don’t be afraid of that, they’ll deal.” He wasn’t sure that was even part of the issue, but he figured that for once he had some actually useful insight for an older person. “That’s smart, just don’t make her do it all the time. It’s really annoying when you always have to babysit... I speak from experience.”