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[dupcnt-blog]

     ❝ I’m gonna have a lot of free time now, since I just finished filming the finale for Season 3!  We don’t have to deal with Lizzie, we don’t have to deal with anything! ❞    Yes, he’s excited about being done with filming, but he’s still got a lot of stress on his shoulders.  He’s still got to deal with promoting the finale, doing interviews and such, and waiting to hear back from his agent about the Disney movie he’d been asked to audition for.  Spencer’s good at hiding his mass amount of anxiety at all times, but Sam can usually tell when he’s getting super stressed.  Even the best actors can’t pretend all the time.

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[winkingstarlet-blog]

                                ❝ ME NEITHER . ❞  funnily enough , melrose didn’t even think about love half as much as other people did .  she didn’t have an opinion on it , she didn’t care for it , && other than the kind love her parents taught her through the bible // weekly meetings at church , she couldn’t see how love could be a bad thing .  it killed her father ;  maybe unintentionally , but it killed him .  ❝ there’s this girl i know , she lives across from my family’s house ...  she’s sad .  very sad . ❞  pastel pink fingertips play with the ends of the girl’s hair , her voice distant ( as usual ) .  ❝ --- i’ve heard her boyfriend broke up with her .  i didn’t know she had a boyfriend .  he told me he was single . ❞

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[redruined-a]

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“i made you this.” a hand extends, leather cord dangling from her fingers with a silver celtic knot charm hanging from the bottom. she figured he’d be less likely to refuse it if it didn’t offend his sense of style. and she needed him to accept it. it was the only way she was going to keep him from lighting this town up with his power, a beacon her father was all too talented at tracking down.

[lungslinger]

' Doc? How the--where the hell are we? ' [from wyatt of course omg]

LORD, he either needed to lay off the alcohol… or else drink much, much more. This was decidedly NOT what he’d had in mind for the evening. Not necessarily the first time he’d hallucinated Wyatt since he’d been tricked by the witch – but perhaps the clearest, not counting those strange waking dreams within the well.       A hand, steadier than it ought to be with how much of the bottle he’d actually consumed, waves the mirage of the man away. He very much was not in the mood, thank you kindly. But it’s grumpy, grumbled oaths that accompany the realization that this particular vision was not so keen to dissipate.       ❝ Can I not be free of this torment for ONE goddamned night? ❞