wake up. i miss you.

it always tastes good when i choose it for myself—when there's fire in my woods, it burns me and nobody else.

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vndcrscn:

“I don’t doubt that. I could use a good ass-kicking right about now. Might wake up this old bag of bones a little more,” he joked, switching hands. “As far as I can tell, you are a treat. Digging the whole disregard for boundaries thing. Punk rock.”

“Yeah? Put ‘em up, tiger!” she joked, her hands coming up in fists for a moment before she quickly backtracked. “Actually, I’m totally kidding, I don’t want to kick your ass. You seem like a swell guy, aside from the shanking bit.” She chuckled, holding up a hand in a rock ‘n roll sign. “Hey, fuck the man, am I right?”

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vndcrscn:

“What if I don’t carry a wallet?” He countered before peeling his hand away from his face to stare at the other. “What if I’m one of those people that just doesn’t carry any sort of valuable with them and is patiently waiting for someone like you to take my wallet so I can shank you?” Resting his head on his palm, he didn’t break eye contact for a moment longer before cracking and letting out a dry chuckle. “I’ll be sure to stay up so you don’t get shanked.” Glancing at his coffee, her question pulled him away from it momentarily before he simply shrugged. “Probably the heavy burden of life and its many questionable inconveniences like spiders, fanny packs, pringles’ cans, and social interaction.”

“Then you live the kind of life that I want to live,” she replied, an unreadable smile on her face as she met his gaze for as long as he held it before breaking away as well, chuckling and taking a swig of her own coffee. “Yeah, you know, I’d prefer not to get shanked, but you should know that I’m pretty damn tough and I’d probably kick your ass,” she added with a laugh, tilting her head back. She pouted. “Don’t be like that. Social interaction isn’t nearly as bad when it’s with me. Not to toot my own horn or anything like that.”

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@noelblackwell

“This would be the perfect time for you to buy me a drink,” she said, sitting on the stool next to him. “Look at me, I’m here without a drink in sight, and I so desperately need one today. And you, dear, sweet, Noel, are my friend for the evening, so you get the distinct  pleasure of buying the first round. That’s how this whole friendship thing works, right?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him with a mischievous smirk spread across her features. 

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taliyacstllo:

taliya couldn’t help but let out a rather amused chuckle as the girl stood up, her coffee cup in hand. clearly everyone in the cafe had a bystander mentality - and perhaps taliya would have intervened if the situation escalated. “ you got it, ” taliya nodded sincerely as her gaze followed the girl who walked over to the disgruntled customer. she hadn’t quite been expecting a scene like that - it caused her eyes to widen in disbelief, waiting for the man’s reaction to which he was clearly fuming. brief words were exchanged before the man grabbed a handful of napkins in a clenched fist and made his way out of the shop. “ look what you’ve done - now you’ll have to go get yourself another coffee. ”

“you know, my coffee was cold, anyway,” she replied, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she sat back down. “this is the only place where that’s actually worked. other times, whoever’s being an asshole has just yelled at me. is this what they mean by southern hospitality?” she joked, crossing her legs lightly and leaning back in her chair. some people had followed her as she sat down, staring in disbelief, but now, the attention of he shop seemed to have shifted elsewhere. “i should have probably started by introducing myself before i threw coffee in a guy’s face, but i guess some things just have to happen out of order—anyway, i’m austen, as in the victorian novelist, not the city in texas.”

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“So anyway, he yells, way too loudly, it was sticky everywhere! And the entire bar goes silent and the whole thing was so damn awkward, and I wasn’t about to make a joke in that kind of situation, no, I was trying to distance myself from him as much as I possibly could. In the end, though, I went home with his friend.” She shrugged. “He wasn’t too happy about it, but he shouldn’t have been such a weirdo in the middle of the bar.”

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Austen plopped down at the table across from the stranger. “Be a doll, won’t you?” she asked, letting her bag drop onto the table between them before she pulled off her high heels. “These shoes are killing me and there’s nowhere else to sit. Well, at least nowhere interesting. I’ve never been one for sitting by myself, honestly. You’re probably that kind of person, considering that you were sitting by yourself before I got here, but I think that you should consider my arrival into your quiet afternoon a vast improvement on the day.”

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It’d been a long, arduous day full of phone calls, late night coffee runs and mostly radio static. Times like these were a godsend most days, but there were other times he found himself missing the loud, exhilarating frenzy of the bigger cities. He missed being on call and actually having something to look forward to— as morbid as it seemed. It’d become routine, and Nolan was slowly becoming mentally drained from the lack of excitement (as lacking of excitement as you could get with a job like his). Pressing his two fingers into the bridge of his nose, his eyes naturally fell shut as even his own cup of coffee couldn’t keep him awake much longer.

“Hey, yo, buddy,” Austen said, rather obnoxiously snapping her fingers at the man as he started to fall asleep. “If you fall asleep, I can’t promise that you won’t get your wallet stolen. I can’t promise that I won’t steal your wallet. Don’t make yourself an easy target, just stay awake or go the fuck home.” She leaned back in her seat, sipping on what had to have been her fourth cup of coffee in a row—and it was definitely starting to show between her jitters and the fast and loud way she spoke. “What’s got you so damn tired, anyway?”

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erikcisms:

               “Oh — Oh, no.” Erika muttered when she sat at the bar and caught sight of a person she had done her best to avoid for the better part of a year ( though it felt like an eternity ). Panic arose when she turned to the nearest person, her puppy dog eyed expression already up and ready to go. “Listen, I need a favour,” she said with a halfhearted smile, “if you pretend to be with me and help me avoid the male in the blue checkered shirt, I’ll give you a free haircut — which let’s be real, you should have started thinking about getting already. So, do we have a deal?”

Austen’s eyebrow raised, and while she wanted to say something about the haircut comment, she didn’t, instead feeling a mischievous smile spread across her features. “Well, in what way should we be together?” she asked, finding a whole lot of fun in trying to pretend to be someone she wasn’t. It endlessly fascinated her, reinventing herself. She tried to do that everywhere she went, though her personality was so strong that it rarely changed. “Because I can really sell it, if that’s what you want,” she added before winking once.

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delphcaswell:

‘’i think i’m literally about to throw up’’ delphine let out, totally grossed out by the scene in front of her. a man, probably part of the traveling circus that was coming through for a few days, was eating a giant live spider in the middle of the streets. it was all part of a little show of course but it still looked disgusting and a shiver ran through her spine before looking a the person next to her. ‘’what if he like, chokes on it and it gets angry?’’ she let out, knowing full well it probably didn’t make any sense but still, the whole scene still looked quite unimaginable to the brunette. 

“don’t look,” austen replied, completely enraptured by the man. she always found creepy-crawly things like that to be endlessly fascinating, thanks to the deep-seated morbid curiosity that honestly plagued her. “i’ll let you know when it’s over. you want a play by play? because i’m pretty sure the spider is fighting being eaten right now, and it’s a fight between this guy’s tongue and the spider in question.”

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FULL NAME — Austen Wright

AGE & BIRTHDAY —29, April 24th

GENDER & PRONOUNS — Female, she/her

HOMETOWN —Chicago, Illinois

LOCATION OF RESIDENCY — Brighton

OCCUPATION —Writer

SEXUALITY —Fluid

LENGTH OF TIME IN STERLING —2 months

PLAYED BY - spike, 19, cst, she/her.

tw: death

Newness. It’s all about newness for Austen. She felt that she was born to be a writer—and after being named after Jane Austen, she knew that there was nothing else that would satisfy her. Being a writer, however, means having the widest breadth of experiences that she can in order to write with the most sincerity. After researching her latest book—she spent six months living in Australia, traveling across the continent and getting to know the lay of the land—she needed a quiet place to write, and Sterling seems like exactly the kind of city she needs.

Before she left for Australia, she was in a car accident, and she knew that the man who was with her, who died, was not the person who should have died. He was her best friend’s husband—and Austen was having an affair with him. Once everything came out, she knew she couldn’t go back to the life she had partially settled into there, and so she left. She went to Australia and then she went to Sterling, and she didn’t look back. She definitely didn’t apologize.

It’s not like she has anywhere else to be. It was only her and her mother growing up, and her mother certainly isn’t the kind of person that Austen wants to be around anymore. As soon as she was able to get out of there, she did, and she hasn’t looked back since. Austen doesn’t mind the solitude. It helps her be a better writer—and after six bestsellers under her pseudonym, she figures that the solitary life she’s been leading has worked out well for her.

Austen is selfish and she knows it. She doesn’t care about that, however, knowing also that she’s not willing to make connections past the surface level. The only thing that happens after that is that people leave or they die or she leaves and she’s not willing to go through that heartache over and over. She can be standoffish because of it, seeming aloof and cold when she’s really warmer underneath all that than she lets on. There’s just always something holding her back and after years, she can’t shake it—so she’s stopped trying.

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the coffee shop near her apartment was never crowded this time of day - hence why she always found herself here at the exact same time almost every day. turns out she was far more addicted to caffeine then she’d like to admit. she glanced up from her mug when she heard the angry shouts of an older man at the counter, clearly disgruntled by something. he shoved his cup back towards the barista who was clearly taken aback. profanities spewed from his mouth as he grunted in frustration. you have one job and it’s not that damn hard ! he shouted. his words caused the girl to roll her eyes, clearly a majority of the attention was on him. taliya turned to the person next to her, “ looks like someone could use a swift kick int he groin, ” she suggests, “ you think that would teach him some manners ? ”

austen rolled her eyes before she continued to hurriedly touch-up her makeup. “some people can’t be taught, no matter how hard you try,” she said, shaking her head slightly before looking up. she glance down at her watch, realizing she had more time than she realized and leaned back in her chair with a sigh, her fingers drumming lightly against the table with the restlessness that always seemed to course through her body, her gaze flicking around the shop before going back to the woman who spoke. “it’s worth a try, though,” she added with a crooked smirk. “watch my stuff, would ya?” she asked, standing up with her cup in hand and walking over to the man who was yelling. “hey, asshole,” she said, waiting until he turned around before throwing her long-since cooled coffee in his face. “if you don’t wash that out, it’ll stain. and at the same time, you can feel free to wash out your dirty fucking mouth.” you bitch! austen rolled her eyes. “try a new insult next time. and find somewhere else to harass people, huh?”

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