jared ✉ shane
Jared: Did you want me to lie to you?!
Jared: I think you are. Do you really want to know or are you just nosy?
Shane: How am I weird?
Shane: A little of both. And that answer should earn me bonus points for honesty.

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@shane-j-parker
jared ✉ shane
Jared: Did you want me to lie to you?!
Jared: I think you are. Do you really want to know or are you just nosy?
Shane: How am I weird?
Shane: A little of both. And that answer should earn me bonus points for honesty.
vera-rollins:
“Alright then– so let me guess.” Vera mentioned as she crossed her legs on the couch. “You intend to play around with him a little until you get what you want before you get bored and kick him to the curb.” She spoke, half joking yet still half serious. “It’s…it’s well– it’s complicated.” She said finally unsure of how to answer the question even after taking a moment to think about it.
A devlish grin played up Shane’s lips as she mulled over her friend’s words, her head tipping from side to side in a feigned though. “How do you know me oh so well?” She eventually caved with a laugh, though she wasn’t entirely sure that’d be how it would go. “Of course it’s complicated. It always is with boys like him. Explain yourself.”
declan-everett:
“Shane Parker– you certainly are quite the character.”
“I’m not exactly sure how to take that, Declan Everett. Why don’t you explain exactly what you mean by it over drinks?”
isaacincharge:
“Obviously you do care since you’re so damn bitter about what someone else is doing.”
“Do you know the definition of bitter?”
phoenixrossi:
“Well — I’m about done with my lunch so if you wanted to talk about something else, I’m all ears.”
“Your tune has changed awfully quickly, Rossi. Did you have something in mind you wanted to chat about?”
jared ✉ shane
Jared: You're certified weird.
Jared: Wait, are you threatening me? Me? A hero? In a hospital?
Shane: Fuck you!
Shane: I'm not threatening you at all, I'm just sitting here. Where I'll be. Until you tell me the truth.
dandre-tucker:
“I did no such thing,” Dandre shook his head, a smile staying on his features. “I’m just saying if, and only if, you did win it would really be a win for both of us.”
“Well if that’s the case why don’t you just give up now?” Shane asked with a smirk painting the corners of her lips. “You know, since it’ll be a win for you either way.”
Slip In || Dandre + Shane
dandre-tucker:
@shane-j-parker
At a table of ten people, Dandre had done his rounds of talking to each and introducing his date for the evening. It was when conversation finally died down that he could finally put his full attention to the beautiful woman next to him. Leaning back in his chair, his eyes glanced over at her, a subtle smiling playing at his lips as he did. “Have I mentioned how stunning you look tonight? I’m definitely the envy of many people here, as much as I would like to be the reason for the stares, it’s definitely been you catching their eye. I think it has something to do with the dress.” His smile turned into a smirk as he credited himself to the garment she wore.
It was no secret Shane enjoyed the finer things in life. She was drawn to successful people, she was drawn to money. It was no different with Dandre, and so being she ate up being on his arm at an event like this, with plenty of eyes on the both of them. Just like she ate up the compliments slipping off his lips, playfully scoffing as he turned the kind words to himself. “You could’ve picked out a trash bag for a dress and I’d look this good,” she jested, bringing her flute of champagne to her lips to shield the smile that donned her lips. “You clean up nicely yourself. Can you explain to me one more time what exactly this event is for? Maybe actually just point out who we’re supposed to be impressing?”
micah-lawrence:
The steady rain began to soak through his clothes as Micah leaned against the building. He couldn’t go home. Not now. He had seen the car outside his place, sure of who the visitor was with no desire to be seen by them let alone speak to them. He pushed his wet hair out of his face as his eyes stayed on the pavement below, not seeing the person in front of him as his shoulder hit them. “Shit!” He jumped back only relaxing when he saw who it was, or at least who it wasn’t. “I… I’m sorry.”
Any stranger could have noticed Micah had been spooked. Scared by the mere touch of someone else, so it wasn’t Shane’s history with the man that clued her into that, but that was what gave her a suspicion of the type of thing he might be afraid of. “It’s okay Micah,” she said softly, he hand rising up to meet his arm, running gently up and down to provide some kind of comfort. “Are you okay? I was just heading up to my apartment, do you want to come inside to get out of the rain?”
declan-everett:
“A pretty face? Are you sure about that?”
“Don’t worry, Declan. I know you’re more than just your pretty face. You’ve got an ass to match.”
vera-rollins:
“But is he one of those guys whose going to stick around and wait til you’re ready to settle?” Vera fired back as she rose a brow at her friend.”Of course you do. So this Milo guy– is he a prince? Because you’re like a designer kind of girl and you don’t deserve to be thrift shopping off someone else’s sloppy seconds.” She laughed at Shane. “Oh it definitely is something and I want to hate him so badly but I just can’t seem to do it.” She sighed. “Yeah– I have and believe me– I swear I’ve tried to cut him off but it’s impossible.”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead,” Shane shrugged off the question. And she hadn’t. Rarely did she peak into the future too far, not since she’d been burned by the one boy she had seen a future with. “Too soon to tell,” Shane smiled. “He wasn’t picked off the clearance racks, but I’m not exactly looking for something permanent,” she explained, running her fingers through her hair, mindlessly toying with it. “The sex can’t possibly be good enough to deal with his bull shit,” Shane prompted, flicking her brows up. “Or maybe it is?”
jared ✉ shane
Jared: You're just not and something tells me you don't want to be like every other girl here
Jared: Saved some kids from a burning bus
Shane: Not necessarily, but I also don't want to be weird. Are you calling me weird?
Shane: Don't tell me the real story and I won't come help.
✉ || DANDRE ⇄ SHANE
Dandre: I'll pick you up.
Dandre: Oh I plan on doing just that.
Shane: What a gentleman. Driving or have a driver?
Shane: I think you probably know by now I'm not easily impressed.
jared ✉ shane
Jared: I figured you like mystery and you're not exactly normal.
Jared: a rib didn't want to stay in place and a couple of other things
Shane: That's mildly offensive. How in the hell am I not normal?
Shane: Okay, well how did that happen?
dandre-tucker:
Dandre didn’t usually make bets that didn’t have a profit, but her proposition and the possibilities intrigued him. “Is this just your way of seeing me wet and shirtless?” He teased.
Shane flicked her brows up with a telling smirk to her. “Mhm, maybe it is. But I think you’re just admitting you’re going to lose now.”
declan-everett:
“Of course I do. To an extent. I’m confident enough to say you probably wouldn’t run me over with a truck.”
“How could I ever hurt such a pretty face like yours?”
isaacincharge:
“Y’know, insulting people is not a good way to get them to change their mind. Also, I’ll say it again, who cares? I sure don’t.”
“Why would I care if you change your mind? I just want to make sure you know how ridiculous and immature you look.”