Amanda Seyfried at the 93rd Annual Academy Awards in Los Angeles, California on April 25

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Amanda Seyfried at the 93rd Annual Academy Awards in Los Angeles, California on April 25
tinder match 🔥 ivy
Ivy: You're a very good sister
Ivy: No, it's just ... very different to anything I can imagine, lmao. Letting anyone use my phone is a huge trust exercise for me
Ivy: Alright, then. How much of an asshole is your spouse??
Ivy: Not quite, but it does mean you can join my fan club
Steph: I appreciate the validation. :)
Steph: Understand that totally. Trust is a major deal.
Steph: Depends on the day, but he did say that I open my legs for anyone so if that's not a glowing Yelp review, I don't know what is. ;)
Steph: Do I get a really good card or something?
iggy 💬steph
iggy: can we not talk about how it's pretty and talk about how fucked up the situation is?
iggy: it does a bit, yeah.
steph: the situation is 100% fucked up. i am so sorry for playing devil's advocate.
steph: can you block them?
steph: alright, totally team no salmon now.
catalinaxdeleon:
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Catalina chewed on her lower lip for a second when Stephanie challenged when she said she had nothing interesting going on in her life. “Um,” she cleared her throat as she reached for her wine glass, bringing it up to her lips and taking a sip of it. “I’m getting married on June 12th.” She laughed a little, leaning back in her seat. “And I still work at the bakery, I don’t see that changing any time soon.” She kept her eyes on the woman in front of her. It was easy for her to keep things separated it when it came to her friendships. “That bad?”
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She couldn’t help the way her jaw dropped when Catalina said she was getting married. With all that was going on in her own life, there was little space for new information to enter and be met with happiness. Adjusting her face to better fit a happy reaction, Steph clapped her hands together. “Holy shit. That’s...amazing. Congratulations! Who is the lucky person?” Steph’s eyebrows shot to the ceiling as she pushed away the uneasy feeling she was confronted with. Deep down she knew that a duality could exist between being happy for someone and dealing with your own sadness, but something inside her ached to discuss all the intricacies of how difficult marriage actually was as a cautionary tale of sorts. “I wouldn’t say it’s bad, just not how I expected life to be at this point, ya know?” Steph sighed heavily and took another sip of her drink, wishing that she could just push the ache and pain away.
wclven:
OPEN — OUTSIDE DEADLY INKS / LATE NIGHT TRADE THURSDAY @eureka-starters
he was tired, but there wasn’t long to go on his shift. it wouldn’t have been bad if the traffic through the shop had been a little more flowing, but still— iggy wouldn’t complain. he pulled the cigarette from his lips and let the smoke leave him in a long stream, eyes fixated on the bar across the road. “I wish a double shot of patron was able to be a take away item.”
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Losing her dignity had hardly been a consolation prize in the messiness of her relationship with Wyatt Hill. She had broken down in tears in public, she had sighed so heavily that a mother of 3 children turned to glare at her, and she had poured rum into her tumbler in her car before getting lunch with a friend. At this moment, she found herself outside walking the streets of Eureka before leaning up against a wall to feel the coolness on her skin. Arching an eyebrow at the other, a smile spread across her face. Digging into her purse, Steph pulled out two mini bottles of tequila. “Ask and you shall receive,” her voice was playful as she handed the other the tiny glass vial before unscrewing the lid of her own. “Cheers to what?”
chrstoph:
As Christoph drove from his place in Old Town to Humbolt Hills so he could take his new puppy for a walk, he realized he had never actually seen anyone with a pet at the botanical garden there. Would he be breaking a rule if he were to take Rosco there to sniff around and explore a little bit?
Never one to pay much mind to rules or anything, Christoph resolved to direct the eager beagle towards the more unpopular paths. The chilly weather seemed to be favorable for both pup and person, which humored the actor. It had only been a few days since he had adopted Rosco so they were still bonding and while Christoph’s patience had been tested within those 72 hours, he still couldn’t deny how incredibly adorable he found the small dog to be.
As Rosco went about finding new territories to mark, Christoph planted his feet just off to the side of the pathway as if trying to communicate to his new pet that he did not want to rush him. So while one seeking scents behind bushes, the latter scrolled through his phone, looking through the pictures he had taken on the pup as he considered posting one on his neglected Instagram account.
It was a deep sigh that brought him back to the space he standing in. Looking around, at first Christoph was confused as to who could have possibly let out such an exasperated breath. It wasn’t until his gaze sunk down to ground did his eyes meet with a rather vexed blonde’s. Somehow, this amused him as a pang of deja vu hit him. “Let me guess. I’m in your light?”
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While the gardens themselves hadn’t been so busy, Steph wondered briefly if she was lolling herself into a false sense of security. For one, her old house was extremely close. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch that her husband, Wyatt Hill, would take a walk in the gardens, find himself a spot to sit, and relax, just as she was doing. Taking a moment to glance around her to see if she spotted the familiar man, her shoulders seemed to relax as she didn’t note anyone of interest. When would she feel comfortable enough to stop looking around for him?
There was a magic in not being seen, Steph had felt it when she wore her scrubs after work to the bar or when she had walked along the paths at the botanical gardens at dusk. While spending her entire life in the light of people’s gazes had taught her not to shy away from the attention, she felt oddly at peace watching the small puppy explore the flowers and grassy areas. Thinking briefly if she wanted to maybe adopt some sort of pet, Steph allowed her thoughts to wander before glancing at the person in front of her. “Oh no, you’re fine, actually. I’m just relaxing here, no worries,” she didn’t think to mention that when she was in the sunlight, she burned to a crisp no matter the temperature or UV rating. “Your puppy is adorable by the way. I’m sure you’ve gotten that a lot, but it’s actually really true,” popping a grape into her mouth, Steph squinted a glance at the other. “What’s their name?” tapping her leg to get the dog’s attention, a pang in her chest rang out again. When in the hell would she get some sort of deep level comfort again?
simonhendersons:
outside the pod shop | with @sbh-md
Most of the time, Simon preferred to stay out of people’s personal business. Being friendly with everyone while staying in his own lane was a skill he’d worked on over time, that had proven beneficial in networking in both academia and in professional work, and it saved him from many a headache when his friends had interpersonal drama. Amanda, on the other hand, loved to be a listening ear to whomever needed one. It was a trait he loved about her, but was vastly different from his own personality and on more than one occasion was how Simon ended up mediating conversations between friends. So when Amanda looked at him with her big doe eyes and told him that Stephanie had been unceremoniously moved out of her marital home, Simon had heaved a great sigh and got to work.
Truthfully, Steph was his friend almost as much as Wyatt was. He’d known them roughly the same amount of time, had spent enough time with her that she felt familiar in the same way his sister Jennifer did – she was one of the first people he’d introduced Amanda to, her approval important to him. It’s just that she and Wyatt were messy, and he’d somehow been charged with both of their laundry lists of secrets. It was a matter that deserved finesse, and time.
Of which he had neither, because as Simon was headed toward The Pod Shop for some flowers to surprise Amanda, he was surprised by the sight of Stephanie Byrne-Hill. “Steph! Hey” he called out, unthinking, and gave her a wave. “It’s been a while, Doc,” he said easily as he approached her. “We’ve missed you.”
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While she had been living the last few weeks in her sweats and scrubs, Steph had finally decided that today was going to be the day that she re-enter public life and stop hiding herself away under the guise that she was painting her house. In reality, she had been busy painting the majority of the days she had holed herself away, but the other days? Well, she wasn’t going to think of the other days if she didn’t have to. With spirits high and a ‘can do’ attitude, Steph figured that her little outing would be eventless if she manifested it to be. What she didn’t account for was running into people.
With a cautious smile, Steph threw her arms around Simon and exhaled loudly. Of all the people she thought she might run into and have to shirk away from, Simon was not one of them. His presence always brought her comfort no matter what the situation might be. “It has absolutely been far too long since we’ve had dinner or drinks or anything,” crossing her arms over her chest, there was a nagging hope that Simon wouldn’t bring up Wyatt or Wes or literally anyone with the last name Hill. “How have you been? How’s Amanda?” curling a stray strand of blonde hair around her finger, Steph wondered how long it would be until Simon was extending his sympathies for her failed marriage. She knew that the other wasn’t into gossip, but that didn’t mean that rumors didn’t find him.
iggy 💬steph
iggy: dusty salmon and gold actually.
iggy: I'd call it more of an aggressive salmon, but that's just me.
steph: dusty SALMON? i hate to say it, but that actually sounds pretty.
steph: does it look like cat food? cause if so, i totally can agree with the term 'aggressive' otherwise, person's got real good taste.
tinder match 🔥 ivy
Ivy: I hope you tell him as much, regularly.
Ivy: Brave of you to do it in the first place!
Ivy: Well, okay! I take it you're also, actually single?
Ivy: Okay, okay. So the easy way is go into your phone settings, search up tinder, and then you can disallow notifications entirely.
Steph: It's definitely become a good morning text of sorts. "Morning. You're the best and the worst. Have a great day."
Steph: I think after 30, I just stopped caring altogether. That's bad, huh?
Steph: Legally? No. Emotionally and in any other sense of the term? Yes.
Steph: You are a literal angel. Please tell me this earns you your wings.
wyatt-hill:
BYRNE-HILL, STEPHANIE.
Wyatt would always love Stephanie Byrne, because she had been his first best friend (Wesley Hill not withstanding). Stephanie had filled Wyatt with a sense of adventure, and never once, not once did she make him feel like anything less than the most important person in any room they shared. Once upon a time, Wyatt had been cherished. And though through the years, as things faded, as love faded, their friendship had remained. And that was what had convinced Wyatt to stay, to try and fix things between the two of them, to try and breathe life back into their marriage. And though they had failed, and though it was all for the best, Wyatt would miss his best friend. Which was partially why he was there that evening, because Steph had called and Wyatt would never ignore her. “Plum tones. Very you.”
Wyatt watched Steph carefully. “Well whatever you want it to be, I’ll help you out. I didn’t mean to assume.” Glancing around, Wyatt attempted to visualize the tub before shrugging. “I’m sure we can find someone who can get it up here. I’ll just have to check the coding and make sure you actually can have that up here. Worst comes to worst we’ll just take out the window and jerry-rig it in here from outside.” Wyatt began to follow Stephanie until she fell, at which point he was darting to her side, taking the steps two at a time to do so. “As long as you’re alright” Wyatt smiled softly, taking hold of her palms to check them over. “I know I’m not the doctor in this arrangement, but I think you might just live.”
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As much as she tried to push away the sour pang in her chest, Steph could not keep her eyes on Wyatt any longer than necessary. If she was going to continue on with whatever sort of charade this was, she was going to need far more alcohol. When Wyatt spoke about the color being very her, she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks begin to flush. What was it about this idiotic man that drove her so damn crazy? He called her some of the most repulsive names in the book, and her she was smiling like a schoolgirl at him knowing her favorite color palettes. Swiftly recovering from the near fall, Steph sighed heavily and scanned her palms for scratches or pain at the joints. Noticing that Wyatt was touching her, Steph’s need to pull away, to get out, to run as fast as she could halted where she sat on her butt. Glancing up at him ruefully, it took nearly everything in her to pull away and start back down the stairs. “No amputations today,” she smiled and shook her hands on her jeans. “Lemme show you the backyard and where I wanna put a pergola.”
Just as she reached the bottom floor, Steph made a beeline to her wine bottle, the adrenaline of her near accident smoothing some of the rougher edges of tipsiness. Backyard, basement, spare bedroom. Backyard, basement, spare bedroom. The last three places on her mental list of things to show Wyatt before she could start yawning and politely tell him she had to get to bed. While she maintained that she could have just as easily called any other handyman in the area to take a look around, there was a special familiarity that Wyatt held that assured her the job would be done correctly and safely. Hell, if she could get a few discounts along the way, Steph would do damn near anything. Opening another bottle of wine, Steph poured a portion for Wyatt and handed him the glass before filling her own cup generously. “Okay, first off, I want these sliding doors gone and French doors installed. How hard is that going to be?” Her words flowed smoothly as she led Wyatt to the back of the house and out said glass doors. Crossing her arms over her chest, Steph squinted at the moderately sized yard. “Do you know if there is a city limit restriction on chickens?”
who: steph & @eureka-starters when: morning where: humboldt botanical garden
The last few weeks had felt like a blur to Steph. All the fighting, the confrontations, the questions left unanswered had left her desperate for alone time. She was thankful for her work schedule for keeping her busy, while also loving the fact that her new house had proven to be a bit of a fixer-upper in some places. After her mistake of hooking up with Wyatt the last time she had asked for his help, Steph had instead turned to her brother and other friends to help her paint and replace old carpeting. Some evenings her home was bustling with music, beer, and pizza. Other nights she relished in the silence as the paint roller erased white paint in the matter of a few strokes. Steph couldn’t have told you the last time she had truly been alone with her thoughts and felt comfortable. College maybe? High school? It was refreshingly easy to slip back into the person she once was.
Packing a lunch, a blanket, and a book, Steph found the perfect spot to sit and relax at the Botanical Garden. While she had been here so many times over the course of her life, Steph always prided herself on finding some of the most tucked away portions of the gardens. The views seemed to settle her in ways that nothing else could. Just as she picked up her newest Book of the Month novel, Steph felt a shadow cross over her. Sighing heavily, she looked up at the person standing in front of her, slightly hoping her day wasn’t about to get rained on.
iggy 💬steph
iggy: my 'fan' is back.
iggy: got my email this time. planning our wedding now apparently.
steph: what colors are they going for?
steph: sage and dusty blue are really in for the spring/summer wedding season!
tinder match 🔥 ivy
Ivy: Wow, okay. I cannot imagine either of my brothers setting up a tinder for me
Ivy: Well, are you 1) into women and 2) actually interested in the things listed in your interests?
Ivy: Do you want a tutorial on turning off the notifications? Compatible or not
Steph: I swear he's the nicest AND the worst at times.
Steph: That'll teach me to leave my phone unattended around him.
Steph: I am open yes, and also...yes. Shockingly he must know me decently well.
Steph: Oh god, please. I dunno why it keeps dinging.
IMESSAGE 📲 Sammykins
Sam: My dude consider who you're talking to
Sam: You could find yourself the smartest, smoothest, classiest guy you've ever met and deep down... he's still a dumbass. That's our curse
Sam: Throw a woman in the mix? Nah, we're done for
Sam: Doesn't sound like you're making it any easier for yourself though sis 😒
Steph: Do you think our great-great-great-great grandparents cursed us like in Holes?
Steph: I am going to punch you when I see you. In the arm. Hard.
Steph: I just don't get it. Like, honestly. I think that I'm just going to detox from men for awhile and see how well that goes...
text 📱 Dr Barbie
Mason: oh, so it's fine when you do it?
Mason: fucking hell steph.
Steph: Oh shut up, you know you did that to me LITERALLY three days ago.
Steph: Why can't I be dramatic too?
text 📱 Dr Barbie
Mason: right. Sure, I mean he did already say those things and then you invited him around to fix your house? Cool. way to stick up for yourself. I don't give a shit about what he did to me. It was a bruise and a fat lip. i've definitely had worse.
Mason: Stop. I'm not asking for that, or waiting or whatever.
Mason: I don't want praise or thanks. this is just what decent people do, stick up for others, even if the others get themselves into these situations.
Mason: No, stephanie. I don't want sex.
Mason: look, there's actually someone else in the picture so I'm not going to be readily available for sex any more.
Mason: I'm sure Wyatt's up to it though.
Steph: [read]
tinder match 🔥 open
Steph: Hi...I still don't know what I'm doing here, but the notification thing is annoying as hell.
Steph: Oh, also, my brother set up my profile so I'm not even sure if we're actually compatible. I can give you his number if you think that'd be a better fit.