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Hi I’m auditioning for the role of Connor Walsh and I’m singing “ I’m Like A Lawyer with The Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off” by Fall Out Boy

#( tag later. )#( tAPING OUT IM DONE )

LIKE THIS for a short starter set in Connor’s early college verse maybe? Getting his first BA, pre-canon, age (roughly) 19).

#( tag later. )#starter call #mutuals only #( ive been awol from connor for awhile life's been busy sorry baes )

calming starter sentences

"Its okay, I'm here."

"I'm not going to leave you."

"Everything is okay."

"I'm going to protect you."

"I believe in you."

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."

"You're not going to lose me."

"I love you."

"I'll stay right here, okay?"

"Just breathe."

"I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

"You're everything to me."

"I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You don't have to be alone."

#( tag later )#( ill be working the next two days but i'll clear out my ask as soon as i et the chance )

FOR REFERENCE;

↳ (david mazouz) child age 9-13

↳ (dylan o’brien) teen age 16-18

↳ (jack falahee) college age (first degree) age 19-22

↳ (jack falahee) college age (second degree) age 23+

#✖ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

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Sexting Sentence Meme

[text]: Are you touching yourself?

[text]: Be nice or I won’t send you pics.

[text]: Have you touched yourself today?

[text]: Hey baby, wanna ride on an airship? ;)

[text]: How many fingers in are you?

[text]: I hope you weren’t planning on getting much sleep tonight.

[text]: I think I don’t have enough pictures of cum on your face.

[text]: I wish I could taste you right now.

[text]: I won’t bother asking you what you’re wearing because all I’ll be doing is taking them off.

[text]: I’m bringing handcuffs.

[text]: I’m coming home early, be ready for me.

[text]: I’ve been thinking about you all day.

[text]: I’ve been touching myself all day.

[text]: It doesn’t feel as good as you, but it’ll do until you get here.

[text]: Prep yourself for me, I’ll be there in ten minutes.

[text]: Roommate just left, they aren’t here for another week~

[text]: Send me pictures.

[text]: Take all your clothes off. I want you to be ready when I get home.

[text]: Tell me you’re a bad girl/boy.

[text]: You thinking of me?

#✖ᴍᴇᴍᴇ

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E. Lockhart, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks

#✖ ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀɪsᴍs

CUTE FUCKBOY;

‘ yeah but they make decent eye candy. ‘

his smile never relents as he watches the man on the bench react to the news about his injury. granted, it already looks like the redness is going down but he doesn’t say anything else.

puck wasn’t sure just what drove him to hit on the injured man, perhaps it was what he was genuinely thinking which is the most probably reasoning. he was never one to hold back anyway, so even a rough start wasn’t going to hinder his advances. he saw a ghost of a smile on the other male’s face and with that he knew he was out of the danger zone.

‘ that sounds about right. what do you say? ‘

he recognizes that the man’s playful tone which causes him to smile, ivory teeth coming on display.

Don’t say it. It’s far too cheesy. Nobody with any sort of self-respect would make the comment he’s considering making. But as he gives the other a very BLATANT up and down, he says it with an amount of pride and shameless flirtatiousness that can only later be blamed on the possible mild concussion. ❝ That, they certainely do.❞ So he’s a sucker for a pair of good abs and some charm. Sue him. Even Connor has to respect the miraculous cover the other’s made. From bold-faced threatening to kick his ass, to asking him out. The audacity alone was applause worth. Plus, frat boy types are a guilty pleasure, and it’s been awhile since he’s truly ENDULGED himself between school and work. Smirking, he tentatively eyes the taller male. He’s seriously considering a full blown DATE (though not the ‘dating type’ himself in the slightest), before finally giving in and pulling out his phone. Contacts. New Contact. Name: FUCKBOY; He passes the phone to the stronger, smiling smugly at the name choice before speaking. ❝ FINE. You’ve got yourself a date, Fratboy..❞

#✖ ᴠ; ᴛʙᴅ #puckisms #[ jfc ]

MINDLESS CLIENT;

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IT’D ONLY BEEN A DAY and a half since they’d taken on his case. Twenty-nine hours and he was exhausted with them, with all the questions, with the looks that he felt were overwhelmingly judging (though he’d heard their boss tell them over and over again not to judge, for whatever reason).

Gabe was exhausted from waking up at 6AM that morning, so he was tucked against his father’s side on the sofa, fast asleep (just a nap, he would be woken up in a little while). if the others his age acknowledged him, he sometimes didn’t hear them (he wasn’t used to being around SO many people).

One of the boys said his name, and he blinked as he drew himself out of his own thoughts.

” —— sorry. What?”

He wasn’t one for moral objections against cases by any means. It’s what made him the PERFECT student, the PERFECT apprentice, the PERFECT lawyer in the making. What needed to be done got done, whoever needed to be defended would be, regardless of what terrible crime they may or may not have committed. Frankly, as long as he got the satisfaction of winning and a decent paycheck, Connor never felt an ounce of weight on his soul. He was more than happy being the face of the enemy. What did cause him to protest against case, every now and then, however, were things he deemed ‘not worth his time’. And as his eyes rose from his binder to their client (and his son?), he scowled. THIS was a waste of his time. Bitterly, he returned to his files, long fingers ghosting against print as he review what’s already been reviewed for the hundredth time. The letters begin to blur and shape shift into incoherency and Connor sighs, resting the papers down on the love-seat and rising, he decides to offer a kind act. Secretly, he’s hoping that forcing himself to be nice to their newest client will force him to care about the case at hand. He rolls his eyes, it’s blatant, and INCREDIBLY unprofessional but he’s done worse, honestly. ❝ I SAID, ‘would you like a coffee?’ ❞

#✖ ᴠ; ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ #jonaslies

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#✖ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀsᴛᴜʙʙʟᴇ #✖ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ ғʀᴏᴅᴏ #[ gROSS ]

"Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?" it me

categorized ask meme;

SCHOOL EDITION

❝ What can I say I know a thing or two about how POPULARITY works... ❞

#✖ ᴀ; ᴍᴇᴍᴇ #[xox ]#eruditedisguised

"What’s wrong with you?"

categorized ask meme;

ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION

❝ Stop PRETENDING like everything’s normal, okay, Lauren? We BOTH know what’s wrong with me! ❞ He’s pacing. Back and forth, arms crossed across his chest in a manner that’s beyond stand-offish, but to the point he’s practically coddling himself. His breaths between shaking words are sharp and crisp. Stressed to begin with, Lauren’s calmness makes him excessively uneasy. Paranoia has him theorizing her being part of a bigger conspiracy against him with Professor Keating. ❝ I’m sorry if it seems ILLOGICAL to you that I, for one, don’t want to sit around and wait until Annalise turns us in for MURDERING HER HUSBAND. ❞

#✖ ᴀ; ᴍᴇᴍᴇ #quietoned

"You know, most people watch porn at home." guess who's watching htgawm

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WORKPLACE EDITION

❝ Very cute. First of all, it’s completely work related. Secondly, it’s not porn it’s Humpr. It’s a dating app... That just happens to have a LOT of photos of penises and shirtless men. ❞

#✖ ᴀ; ᴍᴇᴍᴇ #[ slay it man slaY IT FINALLY ]#eruditedisguised

"I brought vodka and ice cream."

categorized ask meme;

DRUNK AND KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR EDITION

Sniffling, he furrows his brows before unraveling himself from the blanket to drag his aching body to respond to the (incredibly odd) calling at the door. He sighs, resting his hot forehead against the cold wood of the door before groaning, pulling his sleeves over his hands with fist balled around fabric, and opening the door. He eyes the brunette for a moment, eyebrows knit together in genuine confusion. ❝ I asked you to get me SOUP... At what point did you think this would be an alternative cold remedy..? ❞

He pauses, sighing before stepping aside to let her in regardless.

❝ BETTER be French Vanilla. ❞

#✖ ᴀ; ᴍᴇᴍᴇ #quietoned

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"Out of the Blue", by Prides

The air in my lungs is like thunder I can see the clouds breaking in front of me And it won't be much keeping us under But I don't ever wanna go back To where I used to be. - Well, here it is, my last defense I must send all of days we've spent Well, here it is, my last defense The promises I never kept.

#✖ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊɪɴɢʟᴇʙᴇʟʟs #[ jam + feels ]

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Reblog if you're an indie HTGAWM RP account.

We are creating a masterlist for every How to Get Away with Murder roleplayer.

The list is here.

#✖ ʟᴏɢɢᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ʜᴜᴍᴘʀ

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Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

#✖ ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀɪsᴍs

OLIVER;

ofscrewups

“——When do I start getting paid?”

{ seriously; he’s done more for annalise over the past few months than he’s done for his own job. give him minimum wage at least. but oliver doesn’t know how to say no, which is exactly how he’s gotten himself into this mess to begin with. }

He mocks a look of hurt, holding a hand to his chest as he scoffs obnoxiously. In full honesty, he’s nothing short of eternally grateful for how Oliver continues to stick his neck out for him (and therefore Annaleise) which his brand of computer skills. ❝ GOSH. And here I thought my company was more than enough payment. ❞

#hackerbxy #✖ ᴠ; ɪ sᴄʀᴇᴡᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ

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