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[ SYDNEY BOWMAN. 35. FEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 1 YEAR ] and are originally from [ PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA ]. They are a [ HISTORIAN ] and in their downtime love [ LIVING OFF OF COFFEE ALONE ] and [ HUSTLING OTHERS AT POOL ]. They look a lot like [ ABIGAIL SPENCER ] and live [ IN OASIS APARTMENTS ].

#about #biography #bio #headcanon #slintro

colins-bridgerton

kate’s meme of awesome females: 1/30 leading female characters

lucy preston timeless

“you’re not like the other women and that makes people uncomfortable. so they mock you and tell you your stupid, but you refuse to change. that makes people mad, so they attack you, call you evil. i know that none of that is true. so you talk to birds, so you like dolls, so you refuse to confess to something that your not. that’s brave.”

#visage

daveyscott:

“so i have a dilemma…i want to get a tattoo but i’m absolutely fucking terrified of needles. any advice?”

@slchat

“If you are so terrified, maybe getting one isn’t the best idea? They take a little longer than the flu shot.”

#Davey

cavalloxbrando:

+ @sydneyxbowman . WHERE: intelligentsia coffee WHEN: afternoon

There had been a line formed when he arrived, and even after placing his order, more people were filing into the establishment. It seemed as though Brandon had found himself in the middle of a rush. In hopes of giving people some more space to get by, he stepped to the side; though, it was already decently crowded.

In this moment, he glanced over towards the workers who were clearly understaffed for the day; and he felt terrible for them. This was probably so much unneeded stress.”Sorry—” Brandon quickly changed his view to beside himself, trying his best to shuffle over even more, “I already ordered, so if you still need to, you can go right ahead.”

It still wasn’t time to pick Darcy up from school, but Sydney needed her usual coffee pick up. Sure, she had a very expensive coffee machine at her place, but there was something enticing about heading out to pick up the cup out in the wild. Give her brain a break while she was in the middle of writing. But what was sometimes a usual trip was anything but today. This place was clearly in the middle of a rush and extremely crowded today.

Shuffling to the side, she bumped against a man and shook her head when he apologized. “No, it’s okay. I ordered already too. But, there’s nowhere to wait here.” She looked around and was forced to shuffle out of the way as someone tried to walk past her to the counter.

#Brandon

nathanxyoung:

Thankfully, even though it took several moments, she did recognise him too, causing Nathan to relax once more. Different place, very much a different time, there was always a chance she wouldn’t have a clue who he was. When she acknowledged him, he flashed a grin in her direction, still keeping a firm hold on Clive as he did so. “Been a while, hasn’t it?” he queried lightly, although the amusement was written all over his face. “I’m living here, though. Have been for the last six years.” Pretty much since their last meeting. She’d been his final job in the city, even if she hadn’t known it at the time.

He paused for a moment, reached down to scratch between the Doberman’s ears. “How about you?” he queried. “How long have you been here?” If it had been years, he’d be shocked they hadn’t run into one another before now. But then, this was LA, even in certain areas people were here, there and everywhere —- some complete workaholics who never saw the people they lived in close proximity to.

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Sydney had certainly met a lot of people during her time in New York. She met people all the time wherever she lived, London, New York, Chicago. But each time she moved, she never expected to come across anyone else from the previous location. Yet, here was someone from New York, on the other side of the country. She had to search through the cobwebs after he recognized her, but there he was. Nathan Young. She remembered him shooting her for a magazine profile when her book about Alice Roosevelt came out, and then she hired him to take some pictures of her and her then husband while Darcy had been a baby. “You’re living here now?” A grin of amusement spread across her features. “Small world. I am too, but I moved here about a year ago. Only moved to the Silver Lake area a month ago now though.” But then the math caught up with her. “Wait, six years? Wow, you must have moved right after that last time I saw you.”

“I moved out to L.A. about a year ago now for some research on my new book.” She explained because he had covered her career before on the other side of the country. It hadn’t seemed that long though, but she’d been battling divorce almost since she moved out here and it had been complicated.

#Nathan

starlightjimin

to walk invisible: the brontë sisters (2016) written and directed by sally wainwright

#musings

nathanxyoung:

for: @sydneyxbowman location: a random street somewhere

A day off, one Nathan had forced himself to take, so he’d headed out pretty early to take Clive on a walk to the park —- give him a much needed opportunity to play with the other dogs. The poor guy rarely got enough time for that when it came to the schedule Nathan gave himself. On their way towards the park, however, he found himself slightly distracted by someone he was sure he recognised. It took a moment for it to register, all the while they drew close, the pair walking toward one another. Then it clicked. Definitely a past client. One of his last in New York before leaving for Silver Lake in fact. He’d been dabbling in a little more freelance work, moving away from fashion and they stumbled across one another… much like today really.

It took a moment to pluck her name from the depths of his mind, but eventually it came and thankfully before they’d passed one another. “Sydney?” he questioned, immediately pulling Clive back a little, knowing he could often come across as intimidating to people.

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After hearing her friend talk so much about how amazing it was to go for a run in the early morning hours and then to get one of the famous California, LA highlight style green juices after, Sydney wanted to try. Of course she was a little skeptical of the whole thing. It sounded a little West Coast, LA, bougie to her. However, Sydney was always up to try anything the locals suggested. Oh, but she was coming to regret this decision. Not only did she discover that she was wildly out of practice with running, but she didn’t feel the emotions her friend was praising about. And she figured the green juice wasn’t going to be worth the hype either. Maybe she’d just quit and go back home for a coffee and to crawl back into bed after showering off the morning’s regretful fail.

Sydney hadn’t been paying attention to the man headed her way on the sidewalk more than being aware of the man in the early morning in regards to her safety. However, as they passed he surprisingly called out her name. Sydney stopped, paying attention to his features past his gender and blinked as the name came back to her. “Nathan. Nathan Young.” A grin spread across her features. “What are you doing here?”

-the end-

@lai_tiffany

lucasxtorres:

“Oh, crap.” The night was young, but he was pretty much done after one drink a packed bar reminded him why weekday entertainment was nothing short of exhausting. It’s why he stepped outside after saying goodbye to friends and pulled out his last blunt, balancing it between his lips as he threw on his jacket and stumbled, sending the cigarette falling into a puddle. He groaned, reaching down to pick the ruined joint up before a pungent smell attacked his nostrils, “Ergh—” Pulling his hand back before it made contact, Luke looked up and laughed out of disbelief, “What are the odds of me dropping my last one in a puddle of lukewarm urine, huh?” If that wasn’t a sign he should go home, then he didn’t know what was.

( @slchat )

Sydney always was willing to do more and go out more when Darcy was with her father. So when she was free this week, her friends had dragged her out to one of the local bars. Of course being a writer had its perks as she didn’t have to worry about getting up early for a boring office job while battling a hangover. But, the bar was so crowded and Sydney had gotten left behind when two of her friends wandered off with cute looking guys. Taking her drink, Sydney headed out for some air and debated just going home as she snuck one of her shame cigarettes to her lips and held her drink. She watched as a man came stumbling out and dropped a small blunt. It smelled like urine, however Sydney had chalked it up to simply alley smell and let out a gasp and laugh when his hand shot back. “I think you dodged a bullet there.” She gave him with a chuckle. “Sorry about that, that one is really lost now.”