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ofarlo:

Arlo stays still, a happy smile forming on their lips when the dog gets closer. “Oh, well, I definitely don’t want her to cry.” he lets out a soft laugh, kneeling down to be in front of the dog, petting her head softly. “She’s beautiful and I love her.” he compliments again from this happily placed position, giving the dog all the love and attention that she deserves. “I only have a cat right now but I’ve been thinking about getting a dog. But if you look at it that way, I’d have to get an actual scary guard dog considering I’d be the softy in the situation.”

She watched as Lexis dog started wagging at mach 5. The dog was excited to be given any amount of attention from the stranger. “What an attention whore.” she remarked with a chuckle. “You’d think I ignored her all day.” which was completely the opposite, the dog was spoiled—hell she even raw feeds the spoiled pouch. “Ah so you’re a softy too, probably why she’s so excited to have your attention.” she shoved her free hand in her pocket. “I find that the bigger the dog the bigger the baby. The small rat dogs tend to be so much meaner.”

#—X arlo #ofarlo #—qq

text to. wrong #

Nathan: sry

Nathan: its nate complaining ab a crazy girl social stalking me but ig now i look like the crazy one

Parker: All good holmes.

Parker: I mean could be actual stalking you.

Parker: Nothing is scarier than sum1 outside your window. o:

#—X nathan #nathansutton #—☺ text #—qq

text to. wrong #

nathan: we hooked up like one time

nathan: please get over it

nathan: and stop liking my best friend's pictures with me on instagram

Parker: New phone who dis?

Parker: But actually tho.

Parker: Unless I was like beyond drunk that i don't remember 'hooking up' or stalking someone. so uh fuk off.

#—X nathan #nathansutton #—☺ text

→ rcingside

The gym had kindly let him take the icepack home, mostly because he 100% looked like he needed it. Training for his big fight on Saturday had left him looking like he had just gone 10 rounds with a tiger. The right side of his face was swollen and cuts adorned his temple and cheek. His lip was busted and his eye was almost swollen shut. So he had pulled his hood up to hide his face, pressed the pack to his throbbing skull and started walking home. More interested in getting back to his apartment to drink and shower, he neglected to pay attention and knocked into a random person. He dropped the pack and whirled on the spot. “Sorry man.” he said, bending down to pick his ice pack up.

Parker hardly walked anywhere—unless she was taking Lexi for a walk. The plan had been to make her way to the dog park. And if the gods were smiling down on her that day the annoying ‘dog moms’ wouldn’t be there to chat her up. She hated nothing more than their perky attitudes and how they acted like their dogs were literal children. The phrase ‘fur-babies’ made her gag, she loved Lexi but the dog was not a child.

Lexi decided to give her an uncharacteristically hard tuck as they rounded a corner. Which caused her to knock into another person. “Oh fu—” the words caught in her throat as she looked at the man. He looked like he had been in an early morning bar fight. “All good..dude” she muttered back looking down just in time to see her rascal of a dog sniffing his ice pack. She gave her a gentle tug back before using a warning tone. “Lexi. No.”

{ @rcingside }

#—x jack #rcingside #;; she (and i) loves dogs 2 much #;; lexi is her 1 bae #;; dobbies 4 lyfe #;; I'll do Noras on the morrow

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#—X lexi-loo #°•☆ musings #—◘ main ho fo sho

laurenjaneparker:

“Hey! Can’t you watch out?!”, Lauren cursed when someone spilled beer all over her shirt. She looked up angrily but quickly realised, that the girl had been pushed herself. “Don’t worry”, she added and tried to clean everything up a little, “It’s not like it has been my lucky day anyway!” At least her shirt wasn’t white. Walking around with a transparent shirt wasn’t exactly the way she had planned on meeting everybody in town. Not that drinking in a bar all alone was any better..

“I’m so seriously sorry, If that prick hadn’t slipped away so quickly he would have been paying for our drinks—or paying with a fist to the face.” she added the last bit with a bit of a mutter. She slipped out of her sweater leaving her in a plain tee. She felt like shit for ruining the womans day even more. “Here girl. You look like you’d fit in my sweater, it’s the least I can do. Hell I’ll actually buy your next round.” she says with a grin while sliding in the chair across from her. “Hope you don’t mind a bit of company.”

#—x lauren #laurenjaneparker #;; pretending its beeeer not coffee #—qq

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#—◘ self #;; quuueeeeennnnn

— awkwardrobxt Johanna rises a brow at the familiar tone and harsh words coming from her friend, a teasing smirk playing on her lips immediately. “ You just have such a beautiful face for me not to stare, Parker “ she mused as she approached the other, handing her one of the two cups she was holding. “ Figured you’d feel as bad as I do, so I brought you some coffee. You are welcome, asshole “ she teased. “ What is all this talk about being a has-been? “

“Oh shut up and give me that coffee you god.” she laughs before shoving the rest of her food in her mouth and pocketing the wrapper. She took a few sips savoring the sweet caffeine, Jo was the hangover MVP today that was a truth. "But seriously thank-you for getting this asshole coffee.” Brow raising at the question, she looked down at her dog. “Lexi, you gossip. How dare you.” she said with an accusing tone she couldn’t help the laugh as she looked back up at her friend.”but I was just having a small existential crisis, probably brought on by poisoning myself last night.”

( @awkwardrobxt }

#—X jo #awkwardrobxt

→ofarlo

Mind elsewhere, Arlo had spent the day feeling a bit disoriented. It happened sometimes, thanks to the anxiety they dealt with. With that, it was easy for them to hone in one something specific. Arlo, truthfully, didn’t mean to be staring, but they really just loved animals. Who wouldn’t want to admire such a pretty dog ? It’s not until the owner of the dog speaks that Arlo immediately regrets letting themself doze off like that. “Oh, uhm, no — I was just… your dog is very pretty. I didn’t mean to stare.” a frown falls upon their lips, looking away quickly. “Can I ask what their name is ? “ he dares to look back, eyes landing on the owner opposed to the dog. “Or is that too invasive ? ”

She couldn’t argue with the explanation—Lexi was damn majestic most days. Looking down at the doberman she could tell the dog wanted to wander over and bask in the attention of the stranger. “Fucking lush,” she mumbles as she takes a few steps to let her dog sniff the other standing near. “Her names Lexi, and she’s a huge baby so feel free to pet her all you want. She might actually cry if you don’t.” she mused with a laugh. “One of us has to be a softy and I guess its the scary guard dog.”

{ @ofarlo }

#—X arlo #ofarlo #;;the way to parkers soul is through her dog

→ ivanbshp if it were any indication of how the trip to oakport was going, for the last seven hours, he’d had his ear GLUED to the phone. for the longest amount of time spent, it had been in conversation with his father. it was no surprise to anyone but the man was frustrated with the lack of progress shown in the town with the rising tension. everyday, it seemed the workers grew more and more agitated with the bishop presence there. WHO wouldn’t? in this merger, a large percentage weren’t taking home a W – many jobs were to be lost. ivan sighs, tired eyes taking in the red font on his phone, knowing he’d have to call another representative soon and start up the phone tag once more. but for right now, he decides with a firm nod as he slides his phone into his back pocket, he needs a breather.

but once outside the office, he is met with a distressing sight: his mercedes currently being towed away. he takes after it, but after a few strides he stops. its already halfway down the street. the young man sighs for the umpteenth time that day, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. why was this town testing him?

Paint. Work. Walk Lexi. Paint. Sleep. Repeat. Parker was trapped in a cycle since she arrived in town. Sure she had decided that her time in exile was to be spent bettering her style. She was determined to be phoenix rising from the ashes, returning home with a masterpiece. Unfortunately for her she had started to sprinkle late nights at the bar into her daily routine. Thus her dumb-ass self would come home and drunkenly decide some of her works needed something extra. Last night was no different—thus she had spent the past 4 hours attempting to fix her own self-sabotage. With frustration she threw down her brushed and waltzed out of her home. Bringing along Lexi and her metal smoking tin.

She had only walked a few blocks away from her home when she caught sight of something delicious. A very expensive car being towed away. She couldn’t help the chuckle as she watched on a little too gleeful. She gave a gentle pat to Lexi with her paint covered hands. “Looks like someone else is having a shit ass day Lex. Wonder whose fancy ass car that it?”

{ @ivanbshp }

#—X ivan #ivanbshp #;; oh shes enjoying this too much

→ laurenjaneparker

“God damn it…”, Lauren sighed and took another sip of her drink. Actually she had come to the bar with the intention of starting her new book but now she was just sitting here, staring at the blank page and not knowing what to write. She certainly didn’t have to worry about the money but her publisher had already called several times during the last week, asking if she had anything new. After about an hour without the slightest idea, she had ordered a drink, hoping it would help but she she still couldn’t sort out her thoughts. One drink quickly became two, two became three and now she was definitely too drunk to write anything worth publishing. She stuffed her notebook in her bag and stared at her half empty glass. “Sitting in a bar all alone, drunk and not being able to get my fuckin job done. You really made it Lauren!”, she mumbled to herself ironically, not realizing someone had come over to her table..

The bar was buzzing with activity—in the center of it was Parker. Drinking a couple lagers with the guys from the comic shop. The group tended to go out drinking more than she had expected for a bunch of comic nerds. Thank Christ. If she had been stuck working with a bunch of lameos who would rather go home she would have pulled her hair out. She had gone to the bar to grab a fresh one—ending up with a shot as well as she pushed her way through the increasing bodies. She had cozied up to a table where someone was talking to themselves unable to quite making out the words. She was about to push her way past when a large man came barreling past knocking her beer hand and subsequently splashing the woman with some of her beer. “Son of a—I am so fucking sorry.” she said wide eyed at the woman as she set her drinks on the table, head twisting to accost the man only to be disappointed that he had already pushed far enough away. “What a prick.” she muttered as she gathered some napkins. “Here let me help. I can’t believe I just dumped some of my beer on you.”

{ @laurenjaneparker }

#—X lauren #laurenjaneparker

hopesumners

#°•☆ musings

Parker wasn’t about to pretend her life hasn’t been in a constant spiral downwards since she decided to deck Nomi—that self centered prick. The strange part was she absolutely didn’t give a shit. Perhaps this is what happens when you peak at 26, only one way to go and it sure as fuck wasn’t up. God—she realized she was more hungover than she thought she was as her stomach lurched a little. “What do you think Lexi? Am I a has been?” she asked the brown-eyes staring up at her as she stuffs another bite of her Bacon and egg McMuffin into her mouth. She watches as her faithful companion turns to look at someone else, her eyes glance over her shades squinting a bit thanks to the harsh light. “See something you like shit head? Or just like staring?”

#oportstart #;; parker is mainly a dick #;; i am so sorry #;; this has been a psa

— julianmoran

Holding the small cup of yogurt in his hand, he turned to the other. “Did you know yogurt helps prevent yeast infection in women?” he said, before grabbing the plastic cover sealed over the cup before peeling it off. “It’s true. I’ve read stuff where yogurt has reduced the risk of yeast infections in women who eat yogurt regularly. And some use it as direct treatment.” Without further explaining his remarks, he scooped up a spoonful of it before shoving it into his mouth.

It took her a moment to realize the quirky guy was talking to her. She couldn't help but frown as she realized his trivia was aimed at her. Who fucking comes to the park armed with random trivia “Uh. Thanks for the fun facts.” She stated mono-toned as she returned to her sketchbook. "I'll be sure to remember that for when I get a yeast infection."

{ @julianmoran }

#—julian #julianmoran

→ lvelis

it H A D to been at least the FIFTH time that the person directly behind in the line of queueing had stepped on the back on her heel. first, second AND third time, she had thought nothing of it. simply reached down and fixed the part of the shoe that had been smashed, continuing to wait patiently for the oddly long line for the atm. at this point, however, her blood was boiling within her skin – a meltdown only seconds from occurring. lis whirls around, fury fueling a bravado that could make any man want to curl into himself. “y’FUCKING kidding???” fists shake her sides, crescent-shaped markings pressed into her palms. “if you’re LOOKING for a fight, you’ll find it.”

It seemed the joke that the DMV line was never ending b.s. was actually truth. She couldn’t help scowling at the papers in hand, reading them over to make sure she had filled the forms out correctly. Over the top of her papers she noted the man in front of kept crushing the girls heel. What a prick. Apparently the other woman agreed as she exploded, whipping around ready for a fight. The bigger man yelled a grouping of profanities at her with the last one rhyming with bunt. At that Parker stomped on the others heels harshly. “I think your should leave the line and come back another time.” She said with a sneer.

{ @lvelis }

#—lis #lvelis

—— AUBREY PLAZA, CISFEMALE, 27, she/her. // every time i hear People by AJJ, it makes me think of PARKER MORRIS. i haven’t seen them in a while. they’re busy as an Artist now, and they’re still known to be FREE SPIRITED and CALM and of course, ABRASIVE and STUBBORN too. recently, i learned that SHE PUNCHED AN ART CRITIC. —— Parker Elizabeth Morris was born in Tofino, BC in Canada. She grew up there before going to Emily Carr majoring in oil painting. After college she quickly raised in fame in the local art scene making a name for herself amongst Canadian artists. She found herself building quite the ego. After a altercation at one of her gallery events she found herself punching a prominent art critic in the face, gaining her a one way ticket off the mainstream art scene. She finds herself living in Oakport thanks to a friends suggestion to lay low somewhere where no one knows her. She works at the local comic book store to fill in her days and make some extra cash. —— C (The muse horder), she/her, 23, MST.

Random Facts

Has a doberman pinscher named Lexi, and she is literally her main bitch.

Knows way too much about comics

Is a Canadian... duh

Her parents are semi-wealthy and unapproving of her choice to be an artist BEFORE she decided to punch a critic.

she is a generally disagreeable asshole so... sorry not sorry.

her favourite movie is Taxi Driver.

She is Demiromantic, bisexual.

She hates the word moist.

Plot page to come.

#oportintro #oportooc