#ch: bryce

[anxliese-atwater]

Wild Ones || Brynna

Who: @brvcenichols​

Where: Anna’s apartment in Ventura

When: Saturday Morning, April 18th 

Anna had been up early, with the rising of the sun, as per usual. Years of having a hardcore routine of exercise and dance practice two hours before her peers had been a hard habit to break, even when she was in Berlin. Often that meant she ran along the silent streets beside the Elbe, shoes the only sound besides the waters of the river slapping against the concrete bridge pillons for miles. Back in Catalina, the habit still continued however it was less a habit, today, and more something to get her mind off the impending doom of the power outage. While she’d been spared having to see her parents, others had not been so lucky. Their power was out, which meant Anna would do what she could to help. The high school was open so the plan was to bring kits to the makeshift shelter later. 

She’d already showered and dried her hair, dancing around her kitchen  in her pajamas as Alexa blared Wild Ones at full volume, mixing creamer into her first cup of coffee for the day. Yes, she was one of those people, sue her. She was just taking a drink when a knocking at her door made her lips purse, a little furrow appearing between her brows. The blonde set the cup down on the counter as she padded across the floor, glancing through the peephole to see who it was. Surprise flashed across her face before she schooled her features, the last person she’d expected to see on the other side of her door. 

Debating with herself for a few moments, because was she really going to Be Like That right now?, Anna sighed quietly and opened the door, leaning her hip against it and quirking a brow at Bryce Nichols’ stupid handsome face. “You’re a sight for sore eyes. Did your power get knocked out, too?” 

[hoiist]

@cipher-agent LOOK ITS BRYCE

Thanks to @sbeep for this amazing gift

[hoiist]

anyone else get so attached to a friends OC that you basically adopted them as one of your own?

[hoiist]

late art trade w/ @cipher-agent and her big lad Bryce

[bunnycharacterblog]

[mxrvelouscreations]

✏️ - Surprise us!

@hollowedstreets

Leigh: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Victor is? Because Victor is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Charlotte: I feel like doing something stupid. Bryce : I’m stupid, do me.

Fletcher: My favorite thing about big dogs is that when you push them over, they're all like "Oh, I'm lying down now! Someone might scratch my stomach! I might nap! Endless possibilities!" Zachary: ...whereas, when you push little dogs over, they're all like, "Vengeance! Death before dishonor!"

Kit: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right? Harrison: Nope, there's 26. Kit: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T. Harrison: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one. Kit: You'll get the D later ;).

[sedativeunderskins]

i always felt that you won't understand // so i bled out quietly // the medicine held my hand // and made me feel like i can stand up // the toll it's taking on my chest now // list of things that i regret now // build up this resentment // the longer i stay numb // the longer i don't have to think much

[anxliese-atwater]

lady’s choice || brynna

WHO: @brvcenichols​ 

WHEN: Two years ago

WHERE: Sound Stage Somewhere in Los Angeles

There was something infinitely odd about being back home and automatically being rung to help out with an audition. Granted, Annaliese Atwater had carved out a place for herself in the world of dance from a young age. Theatre became no exception while she was in high school and, later, attending university in Berlin. One such connection had become a good friend and, as a result, here she now stood, decked to the nines in a white, frilly mockery of Grease-proportions. Oh, Tinseltown was, according to the lofty words of the director, something akin to a new era for period piece popularity; though much of the film was set in a conglomeration of 1950s ad ‘60s Los Angeles, the role they were doing for a chemistry read had proven to be the hardest to fill. And, unfortunately, it was the leading man. 

Which was why Anna was here. She’d proven to be fairly able to weed out the faces that could fit for a part and who just couldn’t cut it and, so far, that skill had proven useful. Despite this fact, however, this was her fourth or fifth go at dancing in this scene and it was beginning to get tiresome. The first three faces had lacked in luster, enthusiasm, or they’d just been plain awful. This part needed who could act and sing, as well as have a variety of chemistries. And that’s where they’d been running into problems; despite her best efforts, these men all sounded like cardboard cutouts.

Turning away from the conversation she was having with her dance partner, James, the blonde watched as the next man auditioning sauntered into the room in full costume. Though he’d done just as all the other’s had, something drew her eye to the line of his suit jacket as it hung from his shoulders and the style of his hair, one thing none of the others had been able to pull off. Pulled back to the present as their director ran them through the same thing she’d heard, Anna cleared her head as the scene started, counting in her head as she and James waited for their cue.