text || lance ➢ cece
lance: that photo of me is god-awful
lance: i mean, by all means write an article accusing me of brutally bludgeoning a man to death but for christ's sake, use a better photo of me
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text || lance ➢ cece
lance: that photo of me is god-awful
lance: i mean, by all means write an article accusing me of brutally bludgeoning a man to death but for christ's sake, use a better photo of me
“it’s cece, right?” liam said, wandering out onto the tsr stage. he’d hosted once before, a few years back when he’d been promoted to a main character on criminal minds; definitely before this girl’s time. “liam,” he introduced, though he was sure she knew who he was; everyone did. “i’m hosting this week, and we’re supposed to shoot the promos today.” // @cecedayton
text → cece
ERIC: hey, you said you had an idea you wanted to pitch?
ERIC: i'm finally out of that meeting with our director and i'm all ears