STUCK AT AN IMPASSE

@juxtamara; i get lost in you. you're the sky i'm falling through. [ RP PURPOSES ONLY ]

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@juxtamara: #throwback to me and the horsey!

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{TEXT}: I think I should inform you that your sister is high. On pot, most probably.

[TEXT] Or maybe she's just annoying and hormonal, as per always.

[ashxavier]

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Tamara was fiddling with her nails when she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly jumped to her feet and ran for the door, beating their butler to it. She stuck her tongue out at him and watched as he shook his head and disappeared from sight. Taking a...

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Tamara quickly glanced at Connor when he spoke. She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. She couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed by the situation. Connor knew her too well to know that something was up. Nodding her head, she stood up and walked over to the door. "I'll be back." She told him before she ran to her room to fix what needed to be fixed. Upon returning, she sat beside him and grabbed the food on the table. "Taco Bell and macaroons? You know how to spoil a girl, don't you? Anja taught you well." She chuckled, grabbing one of the burritos for herself then handing the others to Connor. "Thanks. I needed this." She looked down at her food for a second or two before she opened the packaging. She took a bite from it and leaned back on her seat. "How have you been?" She glanced at him.

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You’re adorable, Z. I swear, I just want to pinch your cheeks.

[zescaroths]

It’s not my fault I can’t keep track of all these relatives! We’re German, next thing I know I’ll have a third-cousin-twice-removed-by-marriage named Olaf! But I will take the compliment, so thanks T!

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Olaf is an odd name. I don't know if I should feel bad for you or something. I really don't know. And you should take it. I don't give out compliments often.

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@juxtamara: hello :) #selfie

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@juxtamara: kisses for this little cutie.

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→ OUTFIT OF THE DAY

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Psyche is sick with fever and rashes so I won't be rping for a while until I get better. Well, no replies for paras for now.

[blake-hamilton]

Fluorescent Adolescent || Tamara & Blake

[blake-hamilton]

Blake returned to the kitchen counter and reached forward for a bottle of light rum and tequila. He quite carelessly poured some into the two glasses, stirring it in with the gin and vodka.  “Who knows, Sixteen and Pregnant may very well be Connor’s guilty pleasure,” Blake laughed, shooting her a silly wink. Tamara stuck her tongue out at him, rolling her eyes so he simply stuck his tongue out in return. It wasn’t a good look. Blake paced over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of coke and a bag of limes, settling them on the marbled counter top.  He nodded along. It seemed like everyone could be doing better these days. “Good on you,” he smiled. Blake had always admired the fact that Tamara was so playful yet strong and confident at the same time. He watched as she paused for a minute, lost in her own thoughts. There was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes that seemed to indicate a hint of discomfort, but Blake chose not to say anything about it. Blake shrugged and gave her a cold, hard serious look, “Having fun is my life long goal, Tamara.” Blake pulled out the limes and began to slice them before tossing them in with the rest of the drink. “I have no idea. He’s probably too busy trying to tame that curly hair of his or something,” Blake retorted, “We’ll have fun without him.” Blake finally topped the two glasses off with some coca cola and handed her the drink. “Your very own Long Island Ice Tea,” he announced, handing her the tall glass before taking a sip of his own. He sighed in satisfaction as the liquor burned down the side of his throat, drumming his fingers against the kitchen counter top as he continued to sip his drink. 

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Tamara waved her hand in the air upon hearing Blake's statement concerning Connor. "Please, he's not into that. I would know." She spoke with confidence, though not really sure if her best friend wasn't into Sixteen and Pregnant. "Then that makes two of us." She nodded her head in agreement. "Why waste time doing something else when you can have fun, right?" She tilted her head to the side and smirked. Tamara was a lot of things at the same time. Not many people knew it, but though she tries to convince herself otherwise, she was fully aware of all her sides. She wanted more from life than just getting drunk or sleeping around with hot guys. She wanted to travel the world, to achieve something great, to find someone who will fight for her and show her she's worth it too. She wanted that, but she didn't think she should want it for herself because it didn't seem possible. She was weirdly broken at finest and all she could do is adapt. She couldn't fight for what she deserves. She just goes with the flow wherever it may lead.

"Well, I think his curly hair, tamed or untamed, is cute." She wiggled her finger in the air. "In fact, the hair works on the ladies. I would know." She chuckled, taking one of the glasses from him. "Long Island Iced Tea eh? This better be good." She raised the glass to her lips and sipped from it. She closed her eyes, feeling the liquid go down her throat. "I'd have to say. You make a very good barista." She opened her eyes and gave him a thumbs up before taking another sip, this time taking a little more than the previous one. "How's the business with my sister? You don't like her like her, do you?" She asked directly. A lot of people found her straightforward attitude quite offensive, but she didn't really care. It was all bound to get out anyway so why put off the inevitable?

[kendallandkylieandkimkourtkhlo]

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@juxtamara: something i've been trying to learn the past few days, play the guitar.

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[ashxavier]

Another day, another night || Connor & Tamara

[ashxavier]

Connor was already on the way to Tamara’s house until he thought of something. The food that he’ll bring. So he turned his car to the other way and went to his favorite macaroons store, Laduree and then to Taco Bell since it’s the only fast food chain nearest and he doesn’t want Tamara to be waiting. His day wouldn’t be complete without eating macaroons especially when it’s his mom’s homemade macaroons, it’s his favorite alongside bananas. 

Once he arrived the familiar residence, he parked his car infront Tamara’s house since the gates is already open. Maybe her mom just got out so the house takers didn’t had a chance to close it. He grabbed the stuffs he bought and walked to the massive door of their house and rang the doorbell before he waited for Tamara to answer it. 

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Tamara was fiddling with her nails when she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly jumped to her feet and ran for the door, beating their butler to it. She stuck her tongue out at him and watched as he shook his head and disappeared from sight. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door expecting to see the familiar curly haired boy she was spending the rest of her time with that day. Her attention was caught by the things he was holding and she couldn't hide the huge smile that crept on her face. She threw her arms around his shoulders to give him a hug, not really caring about the fact that she might've made it harder for him to carry what he was carrying or that she wasn't wearing a bra. "You're the best. Do you know that? No? Well, you should know, okay? Cause you're my favorite person in the world. Ever." She pushed herself off him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before she walked back to their living room. She sat on one of the couches and gave the space next to her a pat, as if asking him to sit there. She crossed her arms to cover her chest, debating on whether or not she should run up to her room to change. She decided to stay there. It wasn't like he was going to care anyway, right? Or that she minded. But does she? Shrugging the thoughts off her mind, she smiled at him again. "Thanks for coming, by the way."

[zescaroths]

That time when you go to Harrods and spend way too much on three stuffed bunnies for that one baby cousin you didn’t even know existed before now.

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You're adorable, Z. I swear, I just want to pinch your cheeks.

[xadriannaxduxpontx-deactivated2]

I haven't seen Aidan in over a week...

I’m starting to get worried.

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A week? Seriously? What is up with that boyfriend of yours?

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Fluorescent Adolescent || Tamara & Blake

[blake-hamilton]

Blake had found himself watching some stupid TV show on the plasma as he waited for Tamara to arrive. It was something about pregnant teenagers on MTV. He didn’t even understand who watched something as silly as that, only to realize he was being hypocritical considering he was standing there before engrossed in the terrible reality show. Soon, he heard Tamara’s voice echoing through the foyer. He walked down the grand corridor towards the elevator, “Hey Tams!” Blake gave her a smile and gestured for her to come in, “Welcome to my humble abode.” He lead her into the main area of the penthouse, past the living room which lead to the kitchen. Seeing that that stupid show was still playing, he quickly turned off the television, looking slightly embarrassed. “How’ve you been?” he asked. He walked over to the kitchen and started unscrewing the bottle of vodka, deciding to concoct some sort of fancy cocktail. Blake looked up at her as he performed his task, “Doing better I hope?” She didn’t seem to be her usual chirpy self the past few days, but knowing Tamara she’d probably dug her way out of being down in the dumps by now. “What do you want to do?” Blake asked. He poured the vodka into two glasses before reaching for some gin. “I asked Connor if he wanted to come over, but I think he’s busy,” Blake laughed lightly and flashed her a cheeky grin, “Then again who could be too busy for us?” 

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Tamara waved at Blake before placing her hands inside her pockets again. “You have a pretty nice abode.” She quirked an eyebrow and smirked as she continued to walk. She had been at the Hamilton residence before, but it had been a long time since that time. She was busy looking around, checking what has changed and what hasn't, when the television caught her attention. She stopped from walking, her eyebrows met in the middle, as she pointed towards the television screen. "Sixteen and Pregnant? I'm quite surprised Blake. Who knew?" She laughed. "Don't worry. It's not like I'm using this against you to win Connor over." She stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes before she started walking towards the kitchen. "I'm doing okay. Could be better, but ehh," she shrugged, "don't worry about me. I'm a big girl. I can find my way." She placed her elbows on the countertop and rested her cheek on one of her palms. Blake was one of the very few good friends she had that she truly trusted, but she wasn't sure if talking to him about feelings and the crap that had been bothering her the past few days was a good idea. She wasn't used to letting people see her vulnerable side, and though she had a strict no-filter policy with the things she says, there were things that she preferred to keep to herself. She managed to keep shut about John and what exactly was the reason for her change five years ago. She could definitely manage keeping this to herself. Snapping out of her thoughts, Tamara let her hand slide over the marble countertop before coming a stop once she reached Blake. "I want to have fun. What about you?" She smirked, turned around, and leaned on the counter. She let her long dark brown hair fall as she closed her eyes. "Connor? Busy? With what?" She shot him a look that lasted for a second or two before she shrugged and flashed him another smile. "Yeah, that loser. Too busy for us? That's insane." She turned her attention back to the ceiling as she waited for Blake to finish mixing drinks. How could she possibly let her guard down? And she doesn't even have alcohol in her system yet.