blow a kiss, fire a gun

CHARDONNAY KARDASHIAN-WEST 19 big pimpin By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fuck 'em in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills, He keep telling me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He said he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit 'em with the jab like... Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

[thatgirlupstairs]

[ayy-chardonnay]

[ayy-chardonnay]

blaze-newman:

“Correct-o-mundo,” he agreed. “Just rolled in.” Finishing the last few bites, he mulled over how to phrase his question, uncertain in how to word things. Her disinterest didn’t phase him, really, he wasn’t expecting any extraordinary attention from anyone. 

“Judging by the fact you’ve been here that long, it must be an okay place to call home?”

“It’s home,” she said with a shrug, too lazy to tell him about all her dreams of LA. But she couldn’t resist the chance to provoke, as always. It’s what broke the monotony in her days, so she turned to him with a raised brow. “Kinda don’t have a choice when a mom abandons her nine year old in the middle of the desert broke and alone now, do you?”

[mimolettemonster]

[ayy-chardonnay]

mimolettemonster:

MAGICAL REPUBLIC  🌟  What is such a strange place…?

[ayy-chardonnay]

blaze-newman:

Taking the cone, Blaze’s eyebrow quirked but he said nothing, instead opting to take a large bite. There was indeed sprinkles. Moving around to the other side of the table which, he honestly hadn’t noticed, he stared at the jewelry for a few seconds before he piped up again, already halfway done the free ice cream. “You been here long?”

"Ten years,” Chardonnay said, without missing a beat. She was busy inspecting a necklace. “And you haven’t, or I would’ve seen you around.” Her tone was lifeless and almost disinterested, but she was tired. Char’s attention then was taken up by a pair of earrings.

[ayy-chardonnay]

blaze-newman:

“Immune? Well, shit. Is it just plain vanilla or do I spot sprinkles? If there’s sprinkles, I might ask nicely. None of that, no. Just cooties.”

She stuck out the ice cream at arm’s length. “You talk too much.” Char’d had enough of it anyway, and once she handed it off to the boy and dusted her hands down on her denim cutoffs, she settled back to the business of admiring the handmade jewelry that was spread out on the table for sale outside of Laeticia’s trailer, ignoring him like he hadn’t been there to begin with.

[ayy-chardonnay]

shifted-wings:

Brand spanking new to the place and he didn’t know what impression he was getting from it. After his boxes were unpacked and all of his pots and pans were put away he naturally went out to scope around. Might take him a while to figure out where things are located right, but he might as well try while he was unemployed. Ares went around with Courage on a leash like he usually did. Just taking in the view and what was around him until he stopped to read something. Normally the pug would plop down and not move but when he felt the leash tug he knew what was going to happen. “Courage-” Too late. Ares turned around to snatch the pug away from the nearest person. The dog had his leg up so by the time he had quickly turned the pug around it was too late. Thankfully the pee break wasn’t long so he scooped his dog up and held him close to his chest. “I’m so sorry about that,” he apologized immediately, looking over to the person who got end of the situation.

Chardonnay took a moment, looking down from her shoes, to the pug, then back to her shoes. It was a cute dog, but he’d just peed on her favorite pair of Litas and that couldn’t go unnoticed or unaccounted for. “Your stinky mutt just ruined my favorite pair of authentic Jeffrey Campbells, dude.” It was a knockoff pair, but he didn’t need to know that.

[ayy-chardonnay]

blaze-newman:

“You don’t want my cooties.” 

“I’m immune to cooties. Now if you got mono or herpes or some shit like that, we can pass on the ice cream sharing.”

[aboyz]

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[ayy-chardonnay]

bellezzatouch:

band-aids don’t fix bullet holes ♪

[ayy-chardonnay]

"Look, I’ll share if you ask nicely, you don’t have to sad dog me.”

[thelittle-abernathy]

Watcha’ Doin? || Chilo

[ayy-chardonnay]

thelittle-abernathy:

Milo would have rolled his eyes, but he had very little energy to do that. “What makes you think it was a woman?” He commented. Instantly regretting his choice of words, Milo pinched at the bridge of his nose. “And why the hell are you calling me toadface?”

“Cause you smell like women’s perfume, although I can’t smell anything but gasoline right now,” she said, scrunching up her nose as the tank was pumped. Char poked her head into the passenger’s seat, just to annoy him. “Who’s the mystery man, then,” she asked, fingers tapping on the rolled down window. “Oh just cause,” she shrugged. “You’re doing it right now. That toady-face,” she said with a wink before returning to the pump. She started talking to it. “God, hurry up, I’m freakin dying for a fries and shake here.”

[thelittle-abernathy]

Watcha’ Doin? || Chilo

[ayy-chardonnay]

thelittle-abernathy:

“Life without drama is the life I like to live.” He said stuffing the bills back into his pocket. Leaning his head back on the seat, the man had to think for a moment. Most parts of his life were drama filled, honestly if they weren’t he wouldn’t have the job he had. He probably also wouldn’t have the home he did. “Well, you used up enough. I have to put gas in the car, and pick up some dog food anyway.” 

Char drove into the gas station and killed the engine so they could pump the gas. “I’ll fill it up,” she said, climbing out of the pickup, “since you’re so tired.” She came round to the other side and unhooked the snakelike pump. She couldn’t resist keeping quiet about her curiosity for long though, she never could. “So who’s the mystery lady, toadface? She musta bonked you real good if you can’t even hardly walk.”

[ayy-chardonnay]

nickytyndall:

“Hey, uh… Do you need help? No offense, but you look like you’re struggling there, pal.” 

“I’m fine — I — just —” with every tug Char gave the awkward suitcase came a grunt. It didn’t have wheels or a handle, so the only way she could move it was to drag it across the desert floor. “Fuck—” she gave up, and collapsed sprawled on top of the trunk finally. “Who the hell thought a trunk full of feather boas could be this heavy.”

[ayy-chardonnay]

a-g-g-i-e:

Aggie sighed tiredly as the girl rifled through Suza’s belongings, praying that she wouldn’t do it to hers too. While the stranger was distracted, she took the opportunity to wrap up the box tightly again and shove it deep into the backpack. As she let go of her kit, disappointment rushed through Aggie in the form of a sigh; the kind of disappointment you get when you run down the stairs on christmas day to find out all you got was a giant turd in the middle of the carpet. “Actually, I’m kinda stayin’ here for a couple nights. She said it was okay to take a nap in here- I’m sorry- who are you?”

“You’re staying here? With Suz?” The way Char voiced the question made it sound like she was asking the girl if she knew what planet she was on. But weirder things had happened. “Ughhhh,” she groaned, still sifting through Suza’s shit. “You seen a gold lamé bikini top anywhere?” she asked, turning back to the lanky brunette. Although she really looked like she knew more about car engines than bikini fabrics. But Char didn’t judge, wasn’t the kind of person to; she was only wary of outsiders and newbies. Anyone who didn’t comprise her Slab Family. “I swear if Pete’s been sniffing through my panties again,” she said, speaking to herself now. “I put a lock on my trailer for a reason...”

[thelittle-abernathy]

Watcha’ Doin? || Chilo

[ayy-chardonnay]

thelittle-abernathy:

“You’re dying of being over dramatic.” Milo said with a roll of his eyes. Reaching back into his pocket he pulled out the wad of bills. Quickly counting out just enough to put gas in the car, and buy some food. “Where did you take my truck by the way?” 

“What’s life without a lil’ drama?” she said, sticking her tongue out. The cool night air that rolled by and the sky embedded with stars made their drive feel majestic, and put Chardonnay in high spirits. She couldn’t help but eye Milo as she saw him counting out bills though, pretty sure that the wad he stuffed in his pocket hadn’t been there when they’d set out.  But she’d keep her suspicions to herself. For now. “Oh, just went for a lil drive,” she said, hands draped over the steering wheel. “Don’t worry Toad, I didn’t use up all the gas.”

[ayy-chardonnay]

a-g-g-i-e:

After Suza had agreed to let her stay in her trailer for a few nights, Aggie finally had some time on her hands to get her affairs in order. Sitting cross-legged on the floor of the trailer, she began sorting through her clothes and lifting them up to her nose to see which of them really needed to be washed.  But then her hand brushed over something hard and flat amidst the jumble of fabric; something that had remained untouched for days. After tugging it out, she untangled the box from the T-shirt she had wrapped it in and tentatively opened it.  All she caught glimpse of was the silver gleam of a spoon and the orange tip of a syringe before she heard someone entering behind her. Stuffing the box back into the backpack, she turned quickly and snapped;

“Your momma never teach you t’knock?”

Chardonnay mumbled a cheery “nope” as she barged right in, going straight for Suza’s drawers. Flinging them open one after the other, various articles of colorful clothing began flying as she burrowed her way into her things. “If you’re waiting for a reading, you should probs wait outside till she gets back,” Char said without looking up. “She usually likes that better than people barging in.” The she turned to face the stranger, holding a thumbs up. “Yes? Capisce?”

[ayy-chardonnay]

Top guy you'd sleep with? Top girl?

All the guys smell of BO and petrol. There’s a lot of cute gals, but I’m the cutest though. I’d do me if I could. Sorry, Suz.