the only easy day was yesterday.

» MILES ORTEGA, 28. born & raised in lanford, currently living in north end, former navy seal.

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albaxpark:

“I love working holidays because if we’re being honest, I wasn’t planning to work in the first place.” Alba said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Granted, as a writer, I’m always working. But I wasn’t really thinking about work… Does that make sense? Work with me here.”

“Does it make sense?” Miles asked, repeating her own question back to her rhetorically. “No, not much, but I can’t say I paid that much attention. Something about work, and how you weren’t planning on working?” He quirked a brow and glanced towards the woman, recognising her, but not sure from where.

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matthew daddario at nycc ( x )

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clarasmitchell:

“I can eat popcorn, whenever I want, wherever I want.” Clara said defensively as she brought another mouthful into her lips. Not a particularly good look for a professional, but it was far from her to care about appearances when she was hungry. “Never let it be said that teaching is an easy profession.”   

“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” Miles said and glanced at Clara and her bucket of popcorn. “But I disagree with you. You have the right to want to eat them wherever, whenever, but that doesn’t mean it’s physically possible for you,” he said with a hint of a smirk. “What’s wrong though? Your students not behaving?”

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jakob-jensen:

“It’s called being a drunk asshole —- try it sometime.” Where he’s going he doesn’t even know. Jak stumbles outside of the bar and onto the fresh streets of Lanford. Nothings the same, yet nothing has changed. One of his very favorite quirks about the town. 

Miles stepped back when a familiar guy came stumbling out the bar he was about to go into, saying something about being a drunk asshole — Something Miles knew all too well how to be. It came naturally to him, after all. “Don’t tell me they’re giving you grief in there?” He asked, pausing. A couple of the bartenders in there were absolutely useless and did nothing but complain about the customers all the time.

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we all have our demons, yes, but what if that’s all there is to me?

ii. questions of great tragedies (o.q)

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alison-harper:

“Look, I get it. It is Halloween, but I don’t care. I don’t want to dress up,” she said, hating that she was being the Debby Downer of the situation. “I just had a lot of bad experiences and the last thing I want to do is have another one in Lanford.”

“Makes two of us,” Miles grumbled and took a sip of his drink, a double single malt scotch, golden and smooth as it went down. “Well, then fuck what other people say and expect, just do whatever you want. No one can force you to dress up,” he reminded her.

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logan-rigby:

“So listen, I’m not really a big Halloween guy, but some of the faculty members are throwing a party, and I need your opinion—” He began to swipe at the screen of his phone and held the device up towards the other. “—should I go as a slutty broccoli or a Backstreet Boy?”

“What the fuck’s a slutty broccoli?” Miles asked and leaned over to get a glimpse of the photo to see for himself. “Wow... You’re asking the wrong person here. I don’t know.” He didn’t care, to be honest, but it was easier to say he didn’t know. “Just pick whichever one you’re leaning towards right now?”

[vampireslikebaseball]

Relax, I got this.

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benxscott:

Getting a dog had been a back and forth decision. Ben wanted the company, but looking after it and training it was a lot of work. He hadn’t known if he’d have the time for it or not, although decided to risk it. It seemed he had the time, the patience, however, was a completely different ball game. So as Simba ran off for the fifth time that morning, his temper was running a little thin, especially with their close proximity to the road. “Again?! You’ve got to be kidding me…” Spotting someone closer to the dog than he was, he was quick in calling out, as he jogged over, “Hey, can you grab him? Dog has a death wish!”

Hearing someone call out, Miles turned around to see who it was, just in time to see the dog come sprinting in his direction. Quickly realising what the guy had said, Miles reached down and called the dog to him, hooking a finger under his collar once he slowed down by his feet, inspecting them no doubt. “Hey buddy,” he mumbled, petting the dog quietly as he waited for the owner to reach them. “You got a lead for him?” He asked, silently offering to clip it on for him while the dog was still busy sniffing his shoes.

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brookeadams:

“You are,” She confirmed. And she meant it, because he wasn’t someone who was going to force her to talk about things she didn’t want to talk about. He seemed like someone who would go along with her antics without actually being intrusive, and Brooke appreciated that more than her words could show. “You know, that’s usually how I describe myself too—” She said with a small laugh. A better listener than a talker. “I guess tonight’s a night of firsts, huh?”

"Give it another hour or two and you might have to take those words back," he joked, though deep down, it wasn't a joke at all. No one liked his company for too long anymore, not even himself. That was just how it was now. "Yeah? Well, we're screwed then, right? Two listeners listening to each other listening," he joked, a airy chuckle parting his lips. "Definitely a night of firsts." He looked around the place and sighed, watching the many young people stumble around. "You wanna go somewhere else?"

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adritimothy:

“you watch some movies and I think that you’re an expert enough.” She told him with a small smile since that was the nice thing about television. It could be a job and a getaway, or just a thing to being people together. Perhaps she thought more about movies than a regular person, but it had been these inspirations that had made her want to pursue the career that she was going for. “Yeah, that’s true. Batman lost a lot and did some good with the things he was given. He was a good man, or is.” A little laugh escaped as she shook her head. “I should maybe pay for one.”

"Yeah? That's a lot of faith to put in me, but I'll take it," he said and chuckled a little. While he'd always enjoyed the occasional movie, he wasn't the type to keep up with premieres, nor actors or directors or anything like that. He just watched whatever he could, whenever the desire struck. "Batman is just the better hero in my expert opinion," he joked. The truth was that he related a lot to Bruce Wayne. Perhaps not for the good reasons unfortunately — He certainly didn't have a mansion, nor a fat bank account or a butler, but the loss, the helplessness and the urge to right the world? It resonated deeply within him. "Yeah, you can pay for one round. The others are on me. It's the least I can do..."

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riley-m:

“That’s good. Always keep that in the back of your head, and then we won’t have any problems.” Though if he did bring her cold tea– she’d probably drink it, she was human after all. She’d just complain about it the whole time, in true Riley fashion. Once she was in the car, and the door was shut, she pulled out her phone. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been looking at pet finder for the last three days just in preparation, but at the same time, she didn’t care. She loved dogs, and dogs loved her. That was a simple fact at this point. “No such thing.” She refuted, though there probably was, “no dog has ever snarled at me. Every dog in the entire world loves me, so I think you might be screwed.” 

Miles chuckled and nodded. "Yes boss." He definitely couldn't make any promises, but he figured for another week or two, he'd at least remember not to bring her iced tea. Driving off out of Haverford, he chuckled to himself and glanced over at her. "Remind me again why I asked you to come? Maybe I'll have to leave you on he road somewhere, or insist you wait in the car while I pick out a dog," he joked. He could try, but he was pretty damn sure she would fight him on it, and put up a good fight too. "Since you know where all the shelters are though, the first option probably won't work..."

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ctrianaex:

“it’d solve a few of them. i’d be spending less time with grotty football players, for one,” cat retorts, lifting her head as she speaks to look at the stranger who’d interrupted her moping. she looks at him a moment, brow slightly raised as he offers to put her drink on his tab. 

“no,” she says. “i can get my own. thanks.” 

"No one can force you to spend time with anyone," Miles commented with a lazy shrug. He couldn't care less who she spent her time with, it wasn't any of his business, but if he could tell her something she didn't know, that would be good. "I didn't say you couldn't," he said when she refused his offer to buy her a drink, but of course he didn't press the matter, and simply let it go instead with a hint of a smile perhaps.

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alexisgrove:

                             Lifting herself off of the broken phone, Alexis felt a stinging pain in her palms and looked down at them to see the grazed skin. It wasn’t the most painful thing she had ever experienced, but it certainly wasn’t nice.  “Ow—” She grumbled, feeling someone come to her aid. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine…” She recognised the voice, but until she looked around Alexis didn’t know who it was. “Wait, you don’t know anyone that has a load of pumpkins do you?” The last time she had seen him, Alexis was scrabbling around on his floor for her clothes but that didn’t matter right now. She started breathing quickly, “I only need a few thousand.”

Relieved that she didn't seem to immediately recognise him, or at least didn't make a big deal out of it when she did, Miles let a silent breath go, feeding his hand under her elbow to secure her balance when he helped her up on her feet again. A quick assessment told him she was okay, but that she needed her palms cleaned, probably checked for tiny shards of glass and plastic from her phone. "You know," he said and inhaled deeply. "It's weird, but I actually do." He was reminded of one of the guys from his team back in the Navy, and how his dad had a vegetable farm in Connecticut. He reached out and grabbed her hands, turning them over for inspection. "I can't promise he's got a few thousand laying around, but I'm sure we can work something out with him. When do you need them by?"

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leodarby:

“That’s exactly it. Once you find the right thing you can eat, sleep, and breathe it,” Leo mused with a laugh. It happened occasionally, but not all that often. He wasn’t the type of person who sat around watching TV all the time — eventually he got very, very bored. Taking the plate, he sat it on his knees, staring serving up some food for himself. “Yeah, I think it has to be, if you’re not getting anywhere with it, it’s hard to keep at it.”

"Yeah," he laughed. "Let's hope a show like that exists for me." He doubted it, but who knew? Stranger things had happened in his life, after all. Miles popped open a can and had a drink before filling his plate too. "Definitely. Is that why you came back?" He asked, looking over at Leo.

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evabart:

“Booze? Already?” Eva asked, but not with a judging tone, it was more the curiosity for his desire for it at this time, barely past one. “I think O’Malley’s is the cheapest one near here, that I know of. And since it’s a Monday, I think they do these two for one drinks too.”

"Already?" Miles repeated and smirked a little. If it wasn't because one look at the sun and its setting on the sky could tell him what time a day it was, he wouldn't know to or from honestly. When you don't sleep regularly, days blur together and five o' clock could definitely be now for him. If not two hours earlier. "Yes, already," he confirmed and nodded. "It's settled then. O'Malley's it is."