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i. intro

Hey! My name is Lívia, I’m twenty four and I’m from Brasil. I’m a law student/intern. Here are three fun facts about me: (1) i was watching a small town show and I went “i’m either making a small town rp, or i’m finding one that fits all my different criteria” and I can’t tell you all how glad I was to find Somerton because it saved me from creating 10 thousand pages of small town info. (2) my dog is named after luke skywalker. (3) i overuse l.m. montgomery quotes for literally everything, i apologize in advance.

ii. george

you can find the bio here (tws: death, car crash, teen pregnancy) and underneath the cut, i’ll start talking about him

#somertonintro #okay this is just me yelling but i love him ok

laylaferguson:

“See, I think you can be the kind of person to pull of anything if you just have the guts to try it. Who says people only fit in one box!?” Layla was very much an advocate of ‘do what makes you happy’ rather than what other people expected you to do - and if that was the way you wanted to talk, then it should be embraced. “I say go for it! Experiment! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Not to keep talking about school, but I’m pretty sure it was high school. They sorted us out into these tiny little groups and we all thought it was going to matter.” When he looked back at the person he was in high school, he wanted to go back and shake that little idiot out of his skin. “Felicity Reddy reading the email on air the next morning and ripping me to shreds? Or, worse, Sullivan writing an op-ed about it.”

#♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.#♥┊THREADS: layla ferguson

lostcap

And you lifted your head and smiled. And I know people aren’t stars, god I know. But fuck science, fuck logic. You are the brightest goddamn sun I have ever seen.

p.d | (via lostcap)

#reminder that george has a great smile #♥┊MUSINGS: nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

loganarmstrong:

The sound of someone shouting after him down the street had his stomach clenching horribly and Logan turned, half expecting to see his ex-boyfriend. He was surprise to see it wasn’t, and it was, in fact, the Mayor. Logan had never spoken to him properly - he wasn’t the kind of person for idle chitchat, but he still recognise the other man. Logan raised an eyebrow at the question and pulled his phone out so he could respond. “A huge batch of cookies and a cake?” He typed, letting his app speak for him as he always did. “How many cookies are we talking and what kind of cake? If it’s a big order I’m not too if we would be able to do it.”

Despite his earlier hurry, George settles back as he waits for Logan to type. “I don’t need a big cake, or anything really fancy. Okay, a little fancy. Two pounds, vanilla with strawberries? Or whatever fruit is in season, the staff isn’t very picky.” After failing to do the math in his head twice, he laughs self consciously before counting each person on his fingers. “Twelve people, so that’s... thirty six cookies? Fourty to be safe? What do you think?”

#♥┊THREADS: logan armstrong.#♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

mariexbecker:

“That’s it, I’m filing a complaint.” Marie raised her hands, though the tone of her voice made it clear she was just kidding. “Thanks, that’s exactly what I’m looking for to hear from now on.” She chuckled. “How you’ve been though? I bet lots of stuff to take care of since the storm went on.”

“Hmm, sure. File your complaint.” George said with a small tsk, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll be sure to tell you that every time I see you.” The storm makes him shake, the endless hours still weighing heavily on his shoulders. “It’s been a nightmare, really. You’d think we would all be ready for it, it happens almost every year. But there is an endless list of problems.” he sighs. “And Maggie is back, it’s been... It’s been hard.”

#♥┊THREADS: MARIE BECKER.#♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

lostcap

‘What do you think the stars wish for then?’ ‘A softer beginning.’

A Kinder End | p.d (via lostcap) | Happy Birthday, Brother @simba-pan (via lostcap)

#♥┊MUSINGS: nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

lowellchanning:

Lowell thought the way the kids just listened to George was the perfect example about how Somerton felt about their mayor. They listened and trusted him and the rest of the town’s civic leadership, especially after their successful handling of the storm.

“Gus and I were headed to Full O’ Beans before work.” One of their bagel breakfast sandwiches and a large hot chocolate were calling Lowell’s name. “Wanna come with? Coffee on me. Best way to warm up, yeah?”

“I never say no to free coffee.” It was his lifeline and on dreary days, his only friend. A bit of a dramatic description, but coffee has been there for him for decades -- when Maggie was teething and didn’t let him sleep, when he had long shifts at the hospital, when snow decides to blanket every inch of his town. “You guys been busy?”

#♥┊THREADS: lowell channing.#♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

felicityreddy:

“Oh it’ll for sure be the headline, we’ll have reporters following you around for ongoing updates about the whole thing for the next twenty four hours.” Felicity joked, although knowing the calmness of the town, she might not be far off it turned out to be a particularly slow news day. “It was a great show actually, we had a local chef come on and cook with us, so I was fed and watered before I left which is always a bonus. You’ll have to come on again when we have another one, get some good food in you at the same time as speaking to your people. Busy day for you today?”

“You know, I always wondered about that — you guys actually eat the stuff? It looks kinda fake sometimes. Not you, but you know, Kathy Lee, I don’t think she ever ate anything.” George risked a glance at his watch, he wasn’t that horribly late, he could stop by the bakery to order something. “I’ll have to take you up on that. Just give me the call and I’ll be there. You might even convince to put on an apron.”

#♥┊THREADS: felicity reddy.#♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

thcrin

“You’re such a lovely man, Owen. Why must you speak?”

#♥┊MANNERISMS: next to trying and winning; the best thing is trying and failing.#just bad puns

nellmiller:

location: outside of the hospital (parking lot or sidewalk)

when: nighttime - whatever day of the week

open starter @somertonstarter

Being a trauma nurse, meant that she was surrounded by just that▬ trauma, in a way that had almost dissensitized her. Almost. For the first time in a long time, Eleanor was leaving the hospital with her body shuddering and skin crawling, she hated when accidents hit too close to home, or when injured and even deceased people reminded her of other people she loved. Nell felt two seconds away of slipping into the abyss she felt when her aunt passed away and she didn’t want to do that, Emma was home, waiting for her, and she deserved more than a mother feeling rattled. Picking the crisis pack of cigarettes she carried around, Eleanor put one between her lips before raising her eyes and lifting her eyebrows at the person who was close to her. “Do you want me to smoke somewhere else?” She offered, not really annoyed or anything, but the last thing she needed was someone complaining as she attempted to take the edge off the only way she knew how. It was either this or group therapy and God knew she was not going there.

“No, it’s fine.” If it was anyone else, the fine would come with a heavy tone, a reminder that these things kill and it’s 2021 for god’s sakes! If you are smoking, you better have a goddamn good reason. Which is exactly what Eleanor had. Though trauma was far from his specialty when he was a nurse, sometimes he was called to help out during a nightmare shift. What he saw those nights would haunt him for the rest of his life. “Want some company?”

#okay before he was everyone's favorite mayor #he was a nurse #so they gotta hang #it's the law #♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.#♥┊THREADS: eleanor miller.

wesleycarver:

“It’s wishful thinking. I’m projecting my hopes into the universe and desperately hoping it listens to me.” Realistically, Wesley would say there was a ninety percent chance that the girls would pelt him with softballs if he got them into the sport. “Thanks. I think they are, I hope they are. It would mean I’m doing a good job with this dad thing. One would hope I know what I’m doing after seven years. Almost eight. We’re days away from the next birthday.”

“Not to drag you down, but wait until they are teenagers. You will need to learn it all over again.” George said with a little grimace, humor dancing in his voice. Behind Wesley, he saw a few other kids running around, waving what seemed to be... “Are they attacking each other with carrots?”

#♥┊THREADS: wesley carver.#♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

mortispbf

#♥┊VISAGE: the body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.#i just think he is neat

“Seems it’s just us today.” well, technically Mrs. Yellen was also there, but after she greeted them and thanked them for giving up their day to help her sort out all the donations, she promptly fell asleep in the corner. While the worst of the cold front seemed to be behind them, the frost still lingered in the air, promising a cold March. Grabbing a glove, he looked around for its pair, but it seemed to have been donated alone... and with mold.

“Well, that’s going to the trash.” Mrs. Yellen snorted in her sleep, as if in agreement.

@angelxmendoza

#i saw she does a lot of volunteering #and i feel like this happens sometimes of just george and (1) random person showing up for any charity thing #♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.#♥┊THREADS: angel mendoza.

“Hey, hey, hey! Wait up!” Jogging to catch up with Logan, panting slightly from running the whole street in the cold — men, winter had done a number of him, he was way out of shape. “Hey, uh. Kind of last minute, but any chance I can get a huge batch of cookies and a cake today?”

@loganarmstrong

#♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.#♥┊THREADS: logan armstrong.#george is really just going to follow him to the bakery with puppy dog eyes because he needs the food

Lifting his eyes away from the paperwork, George grinned. “If you are here to ask me for something, just leave.” He said staring at the pile of paperwork that was teetering on the edge of his desk. “They got here first. But if you are here to talk, please distract me.” One of the many benefits of being mayor was getting to know Sebastian — they always seemed to miss each other, their ages perfectly separated, so they were never in a similar place in life. That changed now.

@sebastianbrant

#♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.#♥┊THREADS: sebastian brant.

tastefullyoffensive

(via DrMassicotte)

#♥┊AESTHETIC: might as well imagine something worth while.#big george energy!!!!

jamiereynolds:

James couldn’t even PRETEND to look guilty because he most definitely wasn’t, especially when he could tell that George wasn’t even mad at him. Maybe he could attempt to look remorseful but it was a waste of time. “Yes. I DO call it fun. What else could you call terrorising the town’s mayor if it’s not fun?” Acting like a child still was fun and frankly these days, everyone could do with having a bit of a laugh considering how stressful everything had been with the snowstorm.

“A federal offense.” George quipped, starting to smile. Walking to the nearest bench, George sat down, stretching his leg. If he was going to sit and talk (terrorize) James for a little bit, best to be comfortable, right? “Did you think of that?”

#♥┊THREADS: james reynolds.#♥┊THREADS: it's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

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