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jefflightyear:

Are you training to be one of those people that go into space… um, astronauts! That’s what they’re called since it’s derived from the Greek word Argonaut and astron. An underwater planet would be exciting, but I hear that having air to breathe is pretty important of us humans to have plenty of! So be sure to pack some O.

I’ve been to ten of them so far! They’re all so different and unique, and also have their own book collections. It’s amazing! That must have been nice to have a friend who is a girl read to you. It sounds very relaxing and not bad at all. I usually just read to myself. I’ve never had a computer! I’ve had lots of other technology, but nothing exactly like a laptop or anything. They’re very cool, and I hope I find one for myself.

Ha! My girlfriend wishes. I’m not smart enough for that, but I do think aliens are pretty cool. Wait, really? Eury just spent a whole bunch of months in Greek so I bet she knows all that kind of stuff. That’s my best friend. She would never forget the O. It’s her favorite letter of the whole alphabet!

Ten sounds like a lot. I mostly go to the one at school, but I’m not good at reading by myself so maybe that’s why. I usually take pictures instead. Sawyer doesn’t like that as much, but she likes me so it’s ok. Have you tried any yard sales? We don’t really have yards here—or garages—but I bet you could still find some good stuff on people’s stoops.

#c:jeff #jh #c #i hate her sometimes lmao

syriafraye:

Syria found herself fighting the urge to facepalm. Taking a deep breath before she even tried to replay to the girl laying next to her. “What do you mean what? Most of you humans have to wear sunscreen. I even have to wear sunscreen.” Shaking her head at Rory’s little display; the girl was being overdramatic. Well, that is what Syria hoped. “Rory, why don’t you just ask Sawyer to help you put on sunscreen when you need to wear some.” She looked down at the blond before adding, “You aren’t going to melt. I believe the city is hotter because of how many people are here and because of the traffic and subway system. But if you feel like you are literally melting maybe you should have Dr. Oliver check into that.”

“I know it’s been a while, but my skin stays kinda cold,” she grumbled, wincing as she shifted in her place. The angry red blotchiness of her skin was making her grumpy, and she was in desperate need of some aloe. The idea of Sawyer rubbing it all over body did cheer her up though. “I think I’d prefer her to rub me in other places,” she said, attempting to laugh but halting quickly when it only furthered her pain. She sighed. “I think it’s safe to say the sun is team evil, which is great cuz it’ll fit right in in hell.”

#c:syria #sf #c

kaydendelacroix:

Kayden held up her hands in mock surrender. “My bad, she is beautiful and yours.” Trying hard not to roll her eyes at the blond. The other woman was head over heels for the brunette. Which Kayden didn’t care about. It just gave her a challenge, one she would worry about later. She went from staring at the brunette to looking at the blond. Her eyes traveled to the other woman’s chest. “Well, you do have a nice rack. But I am sure that there is more to you then… how did you put it? Good earth cleavage.”

Kayden watches the blond closely. Taking mental notes at how she looked at the brunette. Yup blondie was in love. She just hoped that it wasn’t strong. Because it seems that strong connections end up giving her the most trouble. Not that she didn’t like the challenge. It was more a headache dealing with loose ends. “Let me guess you two started out as friends then became closer. And somewhere down the line started dating?” Kayden asked with a sly smile. “That is really sweet. You know what… in honor of your relationship how about you and your group order whatever you want. It will be on me.”

Rory chuckled, unable to control the grin that overwhelmed her face at that. She wasn’t a possessive person or at least she never used to be. Even when she had been with Asher, she never felt the need to hold on tightly as if he could somehow slip away. Perhaps that’s why he had. It was different with Sawyer though. Rory liked being hers, and she wanted people to know. For the first time in her life, she wanted to be one of those nauseating couples that everyone hated yet somehow strived to be. She didn’t expect her to slip away by any means, and she was certainly free to roam as she pleased. Rory trusted her with everything she had, but she was also proud, and she’d shout it from the rooftops if Sawyer would allow. She was head over heels in love with Sawyer McClintock.

The server returned, and Rory took her beer, immediately sipping at it just to hide the goofy-ass grin that covered her face. Setting the glass back down, she caught Kayden shamelessly checking her out and smirked. “I’m sure you won’t forget it,” she winked.

Instant guilt. She looked away, frowning and resisting the urge to run back to the table. Why had she said that? Thankfully, the conversation shifted back to her girlfriend quickly, and Rory almost snorted at her assessment. “That obvious, huh?” she asked, remembering that fateful skateboarding accident all too well. As cheesy as it sounded, the fall had changed her life; saved it even. “But what can I say?” She shook her head. “The best ones always do... unless you’re on Dawson’s Creek cuz then you may need to reconsider,” she rambled. When Kayden offered to buy their drinks, Rory’s eyes widened. “Oh, you totally don’t have to do that. My girlfriend’s kind’ve out but kind’ve in, and I don’t want to freak her out or anything. That’s super sweet though! Thank you,” she said. “I’m Rory, by the way. Did I say that already?”

#c:kayden #c #kd #...kayden....rory is too pure for this

cameronmercer:

Hearing the ‘Oh, it’s you’ as the strange blonde drug addict approached, Cameron for the first time in his life, wished there was someone else around. Surely she couldn’t be speaking to him, as he’d never seen the girl before in his life. Looking over his shoulder as she stopped in front of him, he was dismayed to see that it was in fact with that she’d been speaking to. As she went on talking about monster poop or whatever it was she was saying, he tried to step around her and simply walk away. “Look, lady, I ain’t your dealer or whoever you’re looking for. Go ramble this crazy at them.” Trying again to step around the woman without setting her on some sort of drug fueled attack, Cameron adjusted his bag on his shoulders. “My name’s Banksy,” he lied as he didn’t want this woman to know even his first name. The less she knew about him, the better. “And I’ve got to go graffiti some art on stuff now. See you around.”

Dealer? This guy didn’t even know her, and he already assumed she was on drugs? It was off-putting to say the least, but she was still lost and worse things had been said about her. If she didn’t get help from him, she likely wouldn’t find help at all, and the last thing she wanted to do was upset Tommy and Kat by teleporting unnecessarily. If nothing else, she could follow him out of here and find her way from there.

“Hey, wait!” Rory called after him. He was already several feet away when she turned, and she had to hustle to catch up. Joining him at his side, she attempted to stay in stride by picking up her pace. Thankfully, she had speed. “Are you an artist, Bansky? What kind of stuff do you draw? I saw some penises on a mailbox once, but they weren’t very good so I bet it wasn’t you.”

#c #c:cameron #cm #banksy

penroseholmes:

Aspen had been so busy watching the flames and idly wondering how long it would take for someone to call the NYFD that she didn’t notice whomever had come up behind her. The hands clapped over her eyes, lips pressed to her cheek… and it took only mere seconds to know that neither hands nor the lips belonged to the person she wanted them to.

“Hey - Ror!” she protested, reaching up to pull the hands away so she could still see the bonfire. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that, especially to look at their ass.” She narrowed her eyes at the girl as she came to stand beside her instead, but as she looked away again, the faintest flicker of a smile was tugging up the corner of her lips. She’d spent so much time away from campus lately that she hadn’t seen much of Rory. More than Eury, obviously, but still not a whole lot. Dare she say that she actually missed Rory’s antics? Never out loud, that’s for sure.

“Please tell me you’re not the one who started this?” she said, gesturing to the display of burning books and out of control flames.

Despite Eury’s absence, Rory and Aspen were stuck together. Whether or not Aspen knew that, Rory wasn’t sure, but after spending a year under the same roof and undergoing all sorts of transformations together— it just was. At the very least, she was Eury’s sister and that meant something to Rory. Her friends were here family, and by association, Aspen was her family too.

She snorted. “Wrong. That’s exactly why you should sneak up on somebody!” she argued. Sidling up to stand beside her, Rory checked her hip with her own and grinned. “You’ve got an ass, girl. Own it! Did I teach you nothing?” Shaking her head, her smile faded and she looked at her sternly. “Now if I grabbed it on the other hand— that would be wrong. Which is why I didn’t!” She threw her arms up in innocence and smirked, her gaze finding it’s way back to the fire. She still couldn’t believe that people had come together from all over campus to burn their notes and supplies in one giant giant, flaming, pile. It was a strange kind of comradery but comradery all the same, and Rory could appreciate the solidarity. Looking back to Aspen, she laughed. “This?” She motioned to the pit. “I wish.”

#c:aspen #c #ah

syriafraye:

Syria sighed at Rory. “Did you tell Dr. Oliver or Professor Hillard about this?” She asked looking over at Rory. Of course, the girl probably didn’t. “You do realize if the serum is causing you to burn. Then Dr. Oliver and I will have to run some tests.” Syria watched the blond for a moment. “Your skin is pretty fair and you did use sunscreen right?” Shaking her head, Syria wondered why no one understood the concept of sunscreen. She wasn’t even from this planet and understood it’s usefulness. Syria and Aspen used the product last summer, and it was helpful.

“What?” Rory’s brow furrowed, and she lifted her head to get a better look at her. Paying no attention to the idea of testing, her mind went straight to skin care. “I have to wear sunscreen?!” she asked, suddenly astounded by the assertion. This was exhausting. She plopped her head back down and whined. “What’s the point of being a human Popsicle if I’m still gonna melt.”

#c:syria #c #sf #ooc: this is a really dramatic gif and im laughing lmao

text 💬 marsh twins

Reese: pls roreo i know it was u and the country music that drove them away! ur not fooling me! ;)

Reese: kidding! i already basically live at ur place anyway, it would save me so much time!!

Reese: WE COULD BUILD SO MANY FORTS.

Roreo: i didn't i swear!

Roreo: u kno i'm weak for luke bryan. 😒

Roreo: exactly! it's only practical. 🤷 plus, it's good to have 2 toilets in case 1 gets plugged up.

Roreo: IF U LIVED NEXT DOOR WE COULD MAKE A TUNNEL!

#t #t:reese #rm #ooc: sawyer's gonna kick her out.#lmao

mcdaddymu

I think New York is my favorite place in the universe so far! Everything here is always so lively, and I’ve managed to accumulate so many new things. My first week here I found a bicycle someone was giving away for free! It’s a little small for me but that’s okay, I still love it. I also love the libraries! There are so many, and they’re all so different. I’ve forgotten how cool computers are, it’s exciting to be on one again. Maybe I’ll get lucky again and manage to get my hands on a laptop one day. So many people have them, I’m sure the perfect one is out there for me too– somewhere in this big, big city.

roreomarsh-blog

You sure about that? The universe is pretty big! I can’t wait to visit Mars or Eltar or somewhere really cool like that. Could you imagine? Rumor has it, there’s an entire planet under water. It’d be like living in an aquarium all the time! Isn’t that awesome? Earth is pretty okay though. I bet it was better when the unicorns were free.

How many libraries did you see? I used to hate them, but then my girlfriend started reading to me, and they got way better. I think I’d like anything if she was there. Is that bad? Computers are great though! I use Lightroom all the time for photo editing. What happened to yours?

#c:jeff #c #jh

kaydendelacroix:

Kayden wasn’t shocked by the blonds reply. Sometimes you got people that gave you an honest answer. Other times you got the people that played along and then you got those people that want nothing to do with you. It was really her loss. Turning to see who the blond was pointing too. Kayden couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t care about the guy that was at the table. No, who she was interested in was the brunette. If she wasn’t mistaken that was the women her boss was after. The one that Syria was having ‘trouble’ kidnapping. Yet, hearing the pride in the blond’s voice, Kayden knew what she had to do, and that was play it cool while getting some intel. “Hmm… your girlfriend is pretty cute. So, how long have you two been?” She asked as she looked at the blond.

Rory beamed with affection, biting her lip just to keep the grin at bay. It was getting ridiculous, how much she loved her. Her lip popped free and she tore her eyes away from Sawyer, fixing them on Kayden instead. “She’s beautiful,” Rory corrected, as if cute was somehow an insult. Her cheeks flushed at the corniness, but she couldn’t take it back; not when it was true. “Lord knows why she settled for me,” she joked, brushing the hair from her face. “My money’s on the boobs. Gotta love that good Earth cleavage.”

Chuckling to herself, her gaze found it’s way back to Sawyer once more and settled there. “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “It’s kinda new but kinda not. We met each other last year, and it just sort of felt right.... It’s always felt right with her.”

#c:kayden #kd #c #WHY AM I SUDDENLY TERRIFIED FOR MY SMOL BEANS?#WHY IS SHE TALKING TO RANDOS ABOUT HER LIFE SMH

pieceofreeses

Reese picked up a side gig of walking dogs in his free time. Living in the city was expensive, even as a student with super powers, so he did what he had to do. It was easy enough to schedule around his extra circulars– both this official NYU ones, and the power ranger ones, and honestly he loved it. Being outside, in nature, with animals was bringing all his favorite things together. The fact that it put a little extra jingle in his pocket was just a plus.

Most days he had multiple dogs to walk, but he had a soft spot for his first customer, Mr. Adkins and his golden retriever Otto, so he liked to give him a little extra one on one attention. Mr. Adkins, didn’t have the energy to throw the ball with Otto anymore, so enter Reese, who would come by twice a week to walk Otto and take him to the park for some fetch.

Even by New York’s standards it was a beautiful spring day, Reese whistled to get the dog’s attention and held up a tennis ball, “Go get it bud!” He encouraged as he sent the ball soaring across the park. Otto took off after the yellow tennis ball and Reese prepared for the dog to come barreling into him. Except… he didn’t, once Otto retrieved the ball, he ran right past Reese and up to the person walking through the park behind them. They must have had food or something, Reese thought as he grabbed Otto’s leash from his bag and took off after the dog.

“Don’t worry he’s a friendly dude,” he chuckled once he caught up, before even noticing the familiar face.

roreomarsh-blog

Rory spotted her brother almost immediately upon entering the park. She was on her skateboard, and he was playing with Otto—the dog he frequently walked around town. It was cute, and she thought about snapping a photo for River, but before she could get to her phone, Otto had spotted her. Sliding down the hill, she jumped off the board when she reached the grass, abandoning it in favor of the dog. The ball dropped at her feet, and she kneeled, just in time for Otto to hop onto her knees and attack her face with kisses. In mere seconds, she was covered in dog slobber, eyes closed and laughing as she scratched his neck affectionately. “We’ve met,” she chuckled, poking her face out from behind the dog. “And he agrees that I’m the better twin.” Kissing Otto’s nose, she smirked up at Reese. “Or maybe you’re not his type.”

#c:reese #c #rm

biancaarivera:

Bianca snorted at Rory’s optimism regarding Eury’s return. When their friend left, she had been hoping that she’d at least return in a months time. But one month turned into two which turned into six (and counting). Bianca didn’t judge Eury and Eury didn’t judge Bianca- it wasn’t their thing. But their thing also wasn’t abandonment and Eury had managed to accomplish that with barely any warning. “Don’t hold your breath,” she muttered in response.

“I guess I’ve never heard you sing so I can’t confirm or deny that,” Bianca shrugged. She didn’t want to bond with Rory and that’s what this felt like to her, which only made her throw her jacket and sandals into the duffle faster. But then Rory offered her to stay and she felt trapped- like if she walked out that door she’d make her feel awful and she really didn’t want to be that way. “I guess I have some time to kill… But I have a date in an hour so I’ll need to leave relatively soon,” she warned and hesitantly sat on the opposite side of Rory’s photo spread. “Is this for a class or just for fun?”

“Have some faith, B. She’s our best friend,” Rory encouraged. Admittedly, she wasn’t too fond of sharing, but she wasn’t blind. She could see how important Bianca and Eury were to each other, and she truly wanted it to work. “She’ll be back. She has too... Besides, tell me you aren’t enjoying bossing me around, even just a little,” she grinned.

When Bianca stopped packing her things, Rory couldn’t help but feel like it was a small victory. The hostility between them hadn’t made things any easier on Eury, not that it was their fault that she left. They had their problems, but on this one thing, Rory had to consider that they could help each other. “Never? People give me condoms and quarters in Times Square all the time,” she said with a little laugh. “It’s awesome. If you’re ever in a show down there or something...” she trailed off, leaving it at that. The words were still a little awkward to say, so instead, she spread out her things and tried to concoct a workstation that would be productive. “Date, huh?” she asked without looking up. “Anyone I know?” she teased, knowing damn well that it was Griffin. He declined her help months ago, but at least they were getting there. “This one’s for fun,” she answered, sifting through the prints. She plucked one she had taken from training and passed it over. “Wha’d’ya think?”

#c:bianca #br #c #they both are how cute :3 #if you would like to change the format to dialog only feel free! I like it either way

eurydicecostas-blog

Standing on the campus grounds, Eury had never felt more nervous. It had been six months since she’d last been around, and she guessed that a lot had changed since she left. Her friends would have moved on without her, and her relationships with each of the rangers would probably be strained as hell now that she was back. Part of her considered running away again, and hopping on the next bus out of the city. But she couldn’t leave again, she had to be strong. There were people she needed to see, and relationships that she needed to mend — mostly the one with her sister.

Taking a deep breath, she threw her cigarette butt on the grass, and began to walk. Considering that she was a fighter, and she’d take on anyone who got in her way, she sure felt like a coward right then. At least Tommy and Kat had forgiven her for deciding to bounce. She doubted that the same could be said for the people who relied on her, and expected her to lead. Six months had gone by, and she still hadn’t thought of what to say to her teammates, or her family. Sure, she’d sent the odd text here and there, but that really wasn’t much effort, was it?

As she was walking, she wasn’t really looking where she was going, due to her mind being so clouded with negative thoughts. Before she knew it, she’d collided with someone, and had to find her voice in order to apologise. Or maybe she wouldn’t. Saying sorry had never really been her thing. Keeping her eyes downcast, she frowned a little and readjusted her bag over her shoulder. “Don’t ya know it’s rude to walk into people,” she grumbled.

roreomarsh-blog

Things were good— at least, she wanted them to be. She was alive, they all were, and the world was still standing. She and Bianca barely had the energy to fight anymore, and she had never had so many clients when it came to freelance photography. Reese was slaying the baseball game too, and he got along well with Sawyer, who despite all odds, had somehow stolen her heart. She even scraped through finals. Things were good.

Almost.

She missed Eury. She missed Eury every day, more and more until she missed her more than she had ever missed anyone: more than she ever believed possible, and not having her here was like a piece of her soul had gone on vacation with no signs of coming back. How had it come to this? Could she have stopped it? Should she have?

She was late to a shoot. It seemed like kids were graduating every day, and Rory was barely keeping up. This time, she had an excuse, but she couldn’t really tell the mother of some teenage boy that she was off fighting monsters. Pushing through the crowd, she held her camera bag close and kept her chin ducked, shielding her eyes from the relentless New York sun with only one thing on her mind: just get there.

Rory jolted forward, stumbling out of her reverie, wide-eyed and apologetic. She turned back. “I am so so—” She stopped, words dying in her throat. For a moment, she just stared, unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her. It had done it before, but when the figure did not fade into someone else, she couldn’t stop the wide grin from spreading across her face.

“Eury?!” She asked, somewhere between astonishment and disbelief. “You came back…” She breathed. Her eyes began to flood, but she wiped away the tears, wanting to keep her best friend in sight for as long as possible for fear that she might disappear. It ashamed her to admit that she didn’t know if she would. She’d mulled over it so many nights, when she was alone, and Sawyer was asleep, and it almost tricked her into believing that she wouldn’t. She tried to stay positive, for both herself and Bianca, but the simple truth was people left. Why wouldn’t she?

Rory hesitated for a fraction of a second until she couldn’t contain herself any longer, and she launched at her. Eury was the smaller of the two, but she didn’t care. In an instant, her arms were around her, and she jumped up, legs wrapping around her too. “I can’t believe you’re finally here,” she all but cried into her hair.

#c:eury #c #ec #I AM EMO.

sassyhansolo-blog

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sawycrffs:

Her hometown was something Sawyer never expected to miss, she’d felt nothing short of trapped the entire time she’d lived there, by her parents and the standards she was supposed to live up to. The people she didn’t miss, but she did miss Montana’s abundance of nature, living in New York City, wasn’t quite the same. To combat that homesickness, she spent a good amount of her free time outside, usually running or training. The park was a perfect place for that, however, she didn’t think she’d run into her girlfriend out there. Noticing the blonde, she tugged one of her earbuds from her ear with a grin as she walked towards her. “I really hope you’re not seriously relying on a mythical creature for help. What are you doing out here?”

Even at a distance Rory could make out the tall, lean frame of her girlfriend, and—as she so often did these days— she grinned at the sight of her. As cool as meeting a real-life unicorn would have been, this was somehow better. “Jokes on you, babe,” she said, sliding up to her and pecking the corner of her mouth. “You are the unicorn.”

She giggled at that—no longer afraid, no longer worried— and took her hand into hers, brushing her thumb against its backside and interlocking their fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world; perhaps it was. She forced herself to look away before she said something she shouldn’t.

“I’m just running,” she said instead. “You know, all normal and stuff. Well,” she corrected. “—I was anyway. Before I got lost.” She smirked and cast a sideways glance at her girlfriend, looking at her pointedly. “You saved me. Again.”

#c:sawyer #c #sm #LISTEN— I love them.

micajeburton

Elyse & James Willems Rage Together

#marsh twins.

biancaarivera:

“Truman’s not a dude, it’s the high school that my character’s a student and athlete at,” Bianca huffed. “And besides, you don’t need to worry about Eury’s forgiveness because in case you haven’t noticed, she’s gone.” She wasn’t in the mood to deal with Rory. It wasn’t that she wanted to fight with the girl, it was simply difficult to not be snappy with someone who had a tendency to do whatever they wanted regardless of the rules. A part of Bianca admired that about Rory, though, and so she couldn’t justifiably waste energy criticizing it. “Well you’re already in here, so sure,” she resigned. “Kicked out though? You must’ve been singing pretty badly,” she said as she busied herself with shoving her belongings back into her pink duffle bag.

Rory faltered, not quite expecting the aggression, but recovered quickly. “Jeez. Lighten up, B.” She leaned against the door frame. “I kid. Besides, she’ll be back.” She was sure of it. Eury wouldn’t abandon them forever. She was just going through some stuff and needed time to sort it all out. As much as she missed her, she understood that... but a small part of her—a very small and persistent part— feared she was wrong. Still, she wasn’t about to let that show.

“Thanks.” Rory pushed herself upright and entered the room, the door closing behind her. She sat in the far corner, legs shaped like a V and began unloading her things. “Not badly,” she corrected, pulling out several photographs and scrapbooking supplies. “People just don’t know good music anymore. Or talent. People hate talent. You of all people know that,” she chuckled, smirking up at her. Her brows furrowed in confusion, however, when she noticed Bianca packing up her things. “You can stay, you know...”

#LOL SHE WAS BEING NICE BIANCA DAMN #i luv it #c:bianca #c #br

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