Brooklynariwiles​:

liv-rivera​:

“Mmmmm,” Liv moaned. She knew it was a silly question but she kind of lived this dorky shit. It was probably why she and LJ got along so well, they both thrived on random junk. “My money has to be Michael- I think he would surprise us and I think he’s bigger then ghost face. Ghost face will be too busy bouncing around and tire himself out.”

Laurel nodded in contemplation, listening to Liv’s justification. But then she pointed her finger at the other girl. “Who do you think is better in bed? Michael Myers or Stu Macher?”

livvy-and-dead​:

“What, so you can have me all scared and cuddled up with you?” Livvy asked, letting out a high-pitched, bubbly giggle. “No way. If we’re doing a scary movie, we have to unpack all of it. I still want to unpack The VVitch. It totally freaks me out, but it’s SO good!”

LJ rolled her eyes at Livvy’s statement before playfully pushing their shoulder. “If I wanted you all cuddled up with me I could find other and more effective ways of convincing.” She leaned over and pressed a soft and supple kiss to their cheek. “I should have known asking this question would have came with consequences. Don’t hate me, but I haven’t seen The VVitch.”

i finished half of my drafts and i’ll finish the rest in the morning as i’m doing my makeup! i’m sleepy gorl. g’night pals!

xanderandremiles​:

That’s a sweet story. I don’t have any, but when I do decide to adopt a pet, I’m thinking of getting both a cat and a dog. Growing up we had two dogs and a cat, and I’m just a lover of both. I bet the cat lives up to the name. They are as smart as hell.

I think the Halloween thing is basically my sisters forcing me to watch horror movies with them. I usually like to watch action movies and comedies. So I keep horror to Halloween if I can. So what movie would you watch tonight, that you think will have the desired effect?

Ooh! I would love to go with you to the shelter so we can find you a couple of rescues. That’s the best way to adopt. Or we can just roam the streets until the animal comes to you. You know what they say: the pet always finds you.

Maybe you can come over and help me pick one out?

thomas-nakamura​:

“You know, if you spend more time walking around in a specific neighborhood, rather than relying on cars most of the time, you can actually stumble upon some pretty neat finds,” Thomas said, casually showing around a passerby. “Hole-in-the-wall restaurants, neat antique shops, you name it. You’d be surprised what kind of books you’d find in a no-name shop.”

“You’re really speaking my language,” Laurel muffled with a mouth full of soft pretzel. “I never would have seen this pretzel place next to the enchilada place if it wasn’t for you.” It was actually a lie--Laurel had been to that pretzel place plenty of time before this moment but she didn’t want Thomas to feel bad as a tour guide. When she first moved to the city, she explored Portland through every nook and cranny. It was rare that there was a hole-in-the-wall place she didn’t know about. “What about local artists? Are there ways you can stumble upon them by aimlessly wandering?”

if you could change one thing about your store, what would it be?

“Our way of advertising... The owner is a little... older so they haven’t gotten as on board with posting on social media and making it more accessible to our generation. Also, broadening our music inventory. Not to mention, music considered oldies these days are music that were released in the 90s instead of the 70s and 60s. We’re approaching a different timeline in which if we want kids, teenagers and those in their early 20s to start shopping nostalgically we’ve got to offer music in which they consider nostalgic.”

Text: Yanny

Rory: Thomas is being a asshole I am mad. I think i might skin him. Maybe.

Rory: HE WAS MEAN TO ME WHEN I WAS TRYING TO MAKE HIM SMILE

Laurel: Can I at least have some context regarding the conversation babycakes?

closed: @charliethemidwife​ location: the know, bar

Laurel wrapped her arm around Charlie’s waist, chin naturally placed on her shoulder, lips grazing the shell of her ear. “You look so fuckin’ hot tonight,” she purred, nearly getting drowned out by the cover band on the stage. She and the blonde weren’t exactly dating, but in layman’s terms if they were out together on a Saturday night it was a date. “Please don’t tell me you’re going home with someone else tonight.”