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#something witty #JESUS MAX #OR CHARLIE #I CAN'T TELL THEM APART #but I'll be on in a little bit! #I've been sick af and trying to sleep it off but it's nOT WORKING

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Don’t even joke about that. I just flinched a little. I’ve been slapped randomly so many times today. I can’t take it anymore.

I still want to slap you but what good would that do anyone.

#ch: ellie #CAN WE PLEASE PLOT OMG I LOVE ELLIE

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Well, I was definitely hoping I’d inspire a comparison like Ernest Hemingway or Stephen King before Emily Dickinson, but I suppose it’s nice to know there is, in fact, a disparity between my perceived and actual self.

You’re also more prone to depression and Vitamin D deficiency if you become a recluse. For example, Emily Dickinson was an awesome poet, but she was a recluse and despised life.

#ch: grayson

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You’re a chipper one, aren’t you? I just ordered a beer - whatever’s on tap, but now I’m a little frightened you might spit in it.

I ruin lots of things. Refresh my memory Mr. Not an Arsehole, what did you order?

#ch: mia

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“The entire female population.”

“Who’re you scared of gettin’ hit by?”

#I KNOW OMG #also you having meagan is making me miss gunner :( :( #ch: andie

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“I may have gotten a girl pregnant, told her I loved her, and then left the same night.”

“Nope. You know me. I try not to listen to gossip and all that other bullshit. If you tell me, I won’t slap you. Swear it. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s not as bad as you think it is.”

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“Aw, but you’re just about as pretty as a picture when you aren’t running your mouth.” 

“There’s the condition that you have to talk to me, though. I’m not just here to look pretty.”

#WHEN CADLEB WAS OVER IT HURT MY SOUL SO MUCH YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW #praise the return of cadleb #ch: caleb #THIS GIF HAS NO RELEVANCE BUT I LANDED ON IT AND HOW COULD YOU NOT USE IT?!

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“As it turns out, the woman most affected by my character flaw wants absolutely, positively, nothing to do with me. I might as well go back to the Valley if that’s the case. It’s nice to meet you, Asia. I’m Hunter.”

“If? I’m — I’m Asia,”

#ch: asia

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“Yes, I suppose.. But it does only take one to leave in the middle of the night.”

"It happens to everyone at some point, right? I mean, you’re not the first guy to knock up some girl. It takes two to tango, so it’s not entirely your fault. Don’t be so hard on yourself."

#ch: arissa

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Thank you, I appreciate it, really. My cheek has had just about all it can take as of late.

Then be proud of that. I’m not saying flaunt it but you’re going to get a little backlash. I can understand why they’d be angry but don’t worry I won’t slap you.

#ch: ellie

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“Trying, at least. It’s a lot harder than I thought. Even more so because my ex wants nothing to do with me. It’s a damn good time.”

“Like I said, not much to judge. I’ve done things i’m not proud of. But you’re owning up to it at least, that’s something”

#ch: dakota

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Hunter had always considered himself to be a highly logical person. When he found it in himself to leave the girl he loved and their unborn child, it was from a place of cold rationality that put himself above all others. It had been a childish decision rooted in a selfish desire for success and revenge. He never told anyone about the life he left behind in Colorado, but he would be lying if he said he never thought about it. In fact, the questions often kept him up at night - flames sparking up just as he was about to drift into sleep, haunting his dreams with the agony of a decision too hastily made. Now, though, Hunter was being ruled by emotion - a precarious state he didn’t often let himself slip into. There was a little voice in his head that told him not to go off the rails - that told him passion wouldn’t convince her, and rationality would. That was the way he always lived his life, but how far had it really gotten him? “Why?” he repeated, his brow furrowing further as the water threatened to spill from his blue gaze. “Because I don’t believe for one second that you’re okay with the idea of your son growing up thinking his dad never thought once about him. Because no matter how much you tell him I’m a douche that doesn’t care about either of you, I don’t believe that you want to believe it. I don’t think you want your son to believe that, either.” Hunter’s lips formed a taut line as he quieted for a moment, trying to quell the emotions that had suddenly risen in his chest with the simple idea of being a father. “I don’t think you care about me, or if I get to meet my son at all,” he said quietly, just so the two of them could hear. “But I think you want your son to know the awful thing I’ve done, and know that I came crawling back, but it was you two that turned me down after showing me all I’d missed. Not the other way around.” Hunter raised his eyes to meet hers, a finality to the look on his face. “Is that a good enough reason?”

Hunter had never been the kind to wear his heart upon his sleeve in the time she had known him — they were both too stubborn and proud back then. Their split had ripped that from her for a time, the tease of love leaving her broken and vulnerable in its wake. She’d never tell him as much, of course. She’d always put on a brave face and had to anyone ever since. Now, though, she could see real emotion in Hunter’s eyes, something that very nearly drew something like sympathy from the seething young woman. The feeling was quickly squashed though — why would she need to be the one feeling sorry for him? He left and he’d had two years to make the decision to come back. The window of opportunity for him to reenter into hers and Max’s lives had, in Linny’s mind, long since closed. He should have been there through the pregnancy, through the midnight munchies and the pains of labor. He should have held her hand through the tremors and been there when she brought their son into the world. He should have been there to see little Max smile for the first time, to see hear him laugh, to cuddle, hold, and support the child he’d had just as much a part as she in making. “Why?” Linny asked, the hurt conjured up from her own string of thoughts evident in her voice. “Why would you want to see him? Why now? Can’t you just leave us again? You certainly had no problem two years ago. We don’t need you here.” It was probably wrong of her to be speaking for the child when she wasn’t considered suitable enough to raise him herself but she was trying. That was more than Hunter could say and she was sure of it. Linny couldn’t look at him again and was grateful when her name was actually being called by the friendly barista and she could take the slow steps from their table to the counter and back again, comforting drink in hand. She sat and took a shaky breath, willing down the influx of emotions that had risen to the surface. “Why should I let you see him, Hunter? Give me one good reason.”

#IGNORE THE HAND PLS #ch: linny #ALSO I'M S O B B I N G FOR YEARZ

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"Aramis, I don’t even fucking know what we’re talking about anymore, can we just stop arguing?! No, I don’t. I was highlighting how ridiculous your arugment sounded! I didn’t do this to hurt you or dredge up old feelings about your genetic donor, fuck. Yeah, great fucking deduction. I’m going back and forth on myself because I haven’t given myself time to think about this ever. After I left, I shut it out of my mind because if I started to question it, I’d go crazy, and that’s exactly what the fuck is happening right now. I don’t know, Ara. I don’t know how to make any of this better, but I’m trying. I didn’t want to tell you because I never said it out loud. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, so why the hell would I want to admit it to my best friend, who has just as many issues as I do about it? I don’t know. It wasn’t you, Ara. It was me. It still is me.”

"When you put an ‘a’ in front of something, it insinuates an action or a thing, not a person, you misinterpreted it! For fuck sakes, do you honestly think I’m saying something you did before you even met me was just to impact me? No, I’m sorry that my inability to automatically give someone the benefit of the doubt in this kind of circumstance has to coincide with my poster child status, common sense doesn’t exist in my bloodline and I’m no exception, if you haven’t noticed. And before I say I’m done talking about this, don’t call her my mom again, she’s merely a genetic donor, there’s a difference. Now, I’m done talking about this. Of course not, you’re pretty much going back and forth on yourself. Don’t apologize, okay? Not to me. How is that supposed to make me feel any better, Hunt? It’s a good thing, it really is, but all of this is only making me sad… And why couldn’t you trust me enough to tell me this when I’ve told you everything?”

#ch: aramis

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#CAN THIS SHOW JUST HAPPEN ALREADY BC WHO DOESN'T LIKE THIS?! #something witty

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#something witty

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“Good to know at least one person doesn’t think I’m some sort of misogynist Satan.”

“I mean, I don’t hate you or anything. We all have stuff we aren’t proud of. And I couldn’t even say wanker without laughing so..”

#I DIDN'T NOTICE THE TONGUE UNTIL JUST NOW OMG WHAT HAVE I DONE HAHAHAHHAAH WTF DANIEL #ch: dakota

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“I’m not so scared of judgment as I am of getting hit.”

“Dunno what happened, but hidin’ your face from judgmental, stuck up assholes? Nah, fuck that. Who gives a shit what they think?”

#ch: andie