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kellan-routh:

One positive thing he could take from this rather odd situation was how laidback the woman was behaving. Kellan had every right to be tentative with his environs but unlike most people she was responding to it in an acceptable manner. He could awared her a bit of respect for that. “I get it. It’s almost a once in a life time opportunity thing.” Kellan slowly responded with a bit of a teasing smile which does not happen often. “I do hope so. I don’t always bring all of my cash with me either, having an ATM could be benefical for both since the costumers could just go mad with the things they needed to purchase.” He smiled. “Coffee would be great, sure.”

“ In March? You bet your ass it is.” Barb dry chuckled. “ What are the odds of planting a late crop and actually having it survive the winter? Even in a green house, that’s some fuckin’ magic.” Barb laughed as he brought the fruit and made her day. “ Awesome, you got a trade. I’m due for my third cup anyways. “ She shrugged. “ You a Starbucks guy, or do you like actual coffee? Cause there’s a deli a block down that prides themselves on not serving distilled dirt at ridiculous prices in the name of venture capitalism and the sudden obsession with unicorns.”

#kellanrouth

fcklovis:

“absolutely fine. it happens.” louis wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull the charmer card or not, he just had a feeling that she wouldn’t be interested and his game had been weak lately. he considered her offer. he would love to have a beer or two but he had a class later this evening and he was sure his professor would give him the biggest scowl if he turned up smelling like alcohol. “coffee would be superb. and fries if you don’t mind, i haven’t had lunch.” he added. “we could share, of course.”

A little relief washed over her as he accepted the offer, meaning she’d get her fruit and managed to not be embarrassed by the proposal. Still she was amused that he didn’t jump at the chance to get beer like she would have when she was a kid. “ Coffee and fries.” She echoed with a nod. “Not sure how that combo’s gonna make you feel a few hours from now, but there’s a diner ‘round the corner. Pretty sure they carry both.” When the transaction was done, Barb turned on her heel with a quick gesture for the kid to follow her. A few bucks wasn’t going break the bank, so once she made sure the kid was all done, she set out on her way. ” What brought you to the farmer’s market?” She asked curiously, unable to help herself. “ When I was a kid it wasn’t trendy or cool to come around here or thrift shops. Funny how times have changed.”

#fcklovis

ohvauseman

Laura Prepon in The Hero.

#Barb

queenskaren:

“Yeah. I’ve had people steal my shit and that got me into a lot of trouble.” She never had any issues beating people up if she had to but she hated that some kept pulling that shit over and over again. Out here it wasn’t safe, and her apartment was worse with all its dingy ass residents who liked to take things that weren’t even theirs. Karen raised her eyebrows though there was almost a smile this time. “You’re pretty persistent, aren’t you?” She said before shrugging. “No need for numbers. Just make sure to get me a drink after this. My booze stock’s running dry.”

Barb could only sigh. Living in New York came with the surefire promise that sooner or later, you’d get robbed. She understood the woman’s need to be careful. Still, apart from wanting to make sure the woman felt comfortable doing her a favor, she still smiled. “It’s one of my best qualities. But sure, as many drinks as you want. Maybe you’ll get to know me and want my number after all.” Barb chuckled.

#queenskaren

noorxkhalaf:

“There is definitely a sense of entitlement and ownership many men seem to have when it comes to women’s bodies and the way they choose to present. I’m perfectly capable of asking for someone’s opinion if I need it,” Noor pointed out, shaking her head slowly as she fiddled with her scarf. “You’ve been told that? Excellent gatekeeping on their part,” she huffed sarcastically before taking a quick look around as if making sure the infamous eyebrow man was nowhere to be seen. Fortunately he seemed to have left already. “Well, yes, I know that. It’s been a long day, though, and I would’ve liked to avoid that particular exchange by any means necessary. Apparently that was too much to ask on this fine day.”

“Preach. Something about having a dick makes men think they can whip it out and piss on anything they like cause it’s their God given right. “ Barb sighed, already feeling a headache at the mere mention of men. “ I’ve been told a lot of things.” She admitted as she rubbed her temple. Still, she felt bad for the woman. Not everyone could be told something and brush it off, and after hearing that her day might have been on the rough side, Barb felt for the stranger. “ Hey -- I’m Barb. Where are you headed? Maybe I can keep you company on the ride till you get to where you’re going.” She offered. It wasn’t much, but she knew she still had a ways to go, and ways sure the woman would have a stop before hers.

#noorxkhalaf

alvcshakim:

It was a rare catch to find Alva bumbling around the market. He much preferred purchasing things online with a surfeit of his peers teasing him for thinking with a generation Z mind despite being much older, in reality he was just lethargic and discovered true comfort only in the untidy piles of his own cushions. He was not fond of public nor jammed places but ever since his move to Queens, he knew he needed to man the fuck up and started to explore out of the box. He was no mama’s boy, see. He hunched over with a plastic bag still nearly empty tied around his fingers. “Maybe you should come back when you actually have the god damn money?” He replied to the brunette who had come to approach him. He was sounding cruel but he was not in his best mood. Eyes furrowing, thin brows grew creases as he watched her suspiciously. “Sorry. This just feels shady to me.”

She tried, she really did. She should have expected that reaction -- it was New York, after all, but when he snapped at her, her face instantly hardened. “ It’s a fucking farmers market and they don’t take cards and I ran out of cash. Maybe you should be a human being and not such a cheap bastard for five fucking dollars when I offered to pay you back wherever had a machine that takes cards.” Barb bit back. “ Ugh, forget it, that’s what I get for asking a man to do anything out of the goodness of his heart without offering to open my legs for him.” She grumbled, turning to walk away as she flipped the guy off. All the organic strawberries int he world weren’t worth dealing with men.

#alvcshakim #// LOL I'm so sorry for her. She's a man hater

queenskaren:

Karen raised her eyebrows at the comment, knowing there was a part of her that should and maybe did feel slightly flattered but she had become too much of a bitter skeptic to show it. “No offense. But now you sound like one of those guys who need to be pepper sprayed.” Karen said as she adjusted her top and then patted her jeans to pull out her wallet. She grabbed the cash before handing it to her. “Here. Don’t try anything okay? I’m watching you.”

“Offense taken.” Barb snickered. Was she actually offended? No, although being compared to a man wasn’t her favorite thing, but as she clarified to the woman. “ In today’s world, you can’t be careful enough, so I don’t blame you.” She sighed. Taking a step back, Barb still smiled as she hoped to offer the woman some comfort. “ Hey, nothing funny going on here. If it makes you any more comfortable, My name’s Barbara -- you can call me Barb. I can give you my phone number too if you want?”

#queenskaren #//lol it's okay #sorry for Barb too

qrpkali:

Kali is not careful. That trait alone has and is going to drive her into a lot of bad corners or nightmares, just like when she was twelve when she trusted one of her foster siblings to climb on a broken swing —— but Kali likes to think it makes her more courageous than most. Sure it’s an awfully sugar coated type of mindset but it’s better than having to be mistrustful at all times. That drives you nowhere. It’s not like she can’t kick some butt if she needs to. Plus, she doesn’t think she can ever say no to such a sweet expression. This woman seems friendly. Like Mama Kate kind of friendly. “Um… sure.” She smiles, her face lighting up with the gesture. “What would you like to buy?” She asks, curious.

What a cutie. The sweet-faced brunette smiles and Barb feels like swooning, big brown doe eyes looking up at her as she happily accepts her offer. “ Just some strawberries -- nothing to break the bank, but I didn’t know the market was going to be here today, so I didn’t have enough cash on me.” Barb admits with a soft shrug. Unable to help herself , she strikes up conversation, not exactly wanting the cutie to walk off too quickly. “ Were you walking by and saw them open , too? “ She asked with a brow cocked curiously. “ The fruits are amazing, but you seem more like a flowers kind of girl... I could be wrong -- hell, I usually am.” She laughed.

#qrpkali

vickyconns:

vicky slowly slid her phone into her pocket and folded her arms across her chest attempting to keep her confidence together. it wasn’t the first time somebody hit on her, but it was the first time she couldn’t bring herself to deny the offer straightaway. those were sort of uncharted waters for the blond and to be honest, it was slightly thrilling. “ damn. these strawberry must be really tasty, if you’re willing to do so much for them, ” shoving a hand down her purse she pulled out her wallet and proceeded to buy the infamous strawberries, keeping a sneaky eye on the woman the entire time. once returned to her, vicky exhibited a toothy beam and handed her the bag containing the fruit. “ my treat. just because i feel pretty flattered that you tried to hit on me. i warn you, you may be wasting your time as i don’t blush easily. i’m not hungry but i’ll accept coffee. ”

Lips curled into a smirk as the blonde eyed her, Barb’s eyes locked on the woman’s. “ They are absolutely delicious.” She responded. “ Sweet, a little tart, so juicy it drips down your lips... I’d do just about anything for a taste.” With a chuckle, Barb wet her lips and tried to compose herself. In spite of her hatred for being creepy, she knew aggressively hitting on a woman was the only way to make it clear that she was flirting and not just being friendly when she called another woman beautiful; society had conditioned everyone in a way that made it hard for a lesbian to get a date, so she had to bend her own rules time and again. When the woman handed her the bag, Barb reached out carefully, only brushing the woman’s fingers with her own for a second before taking the bag. “ Thanks. And as promised, I’ll get you that coffee. There’s a Starbucks on just about every corner if you’re into that, but if you don’t mind walking an extra block, there’s a real coffee shop I know nearby.”

#vickyconns #// I am so sorry for her

kellan-routh:

Kellan didn’t necessarily enjoy handing money to a complete stranger. He was the type of individual who was partial to self-cynicism which should be justifiable given his rough childhood. He was careful even when the woman had thrust an approachable attitude. His jawline snapped tight and he carted the posture of a statue, without being fully aware of his own gestures. His eyes meandered around the store as if to add more caution. “What were you trying to purchase?” He questioned, brows furrowing. “I’m sorry but I can’t just hand you the money so I’ll just get it for you. Deal?”

His face tensed instantly, but she didn’t flinch or stop smiling. It was understandable, and if she were him , she’d have had the same reaction. Remaining cool, she put her hands up defensively. “Hey, man, I get it. No harm, no foul.” She tried to reassure him before dropping her hands. “ I just wanted some strawberries before they were all gone. Not easy to get them this time of year, you know? Especially not organic.” She half-chuckled. “ One day maybe they’re get an ATM set up at one of these things or take cards.” She mused. “ But hey, I can pay you right back at the coffee shop or something.”

#kellanrouth #//I'm laughing cause Barb is such a sjw

fcklovis:

being too trusting would be one of louis’s biggest downfalls. he was such a people pleaser that he would be inclined to jump infront of a bullet to rescue someone if he needed to or if he liked them enough. it was honestly a part of his desire to be accepted by the society given what he assumed as lack of interesting attributes despite his cockiness. this was proven by how quickly he nodded his head to the stranger’s requisition. “of course, dear.” he flashed his teeth as he smiled hoping it would look charming enough. he handed the money to her though he kept his eyes fixated on her.

That was easier than she though, but Barb was thankful because she knew it could have been painfully worse. Still, he was kind enough about it, and looking him over, the twinkish teen was probably considerably harmless. Pinching the tip of the bill as she took it from him, she raised it to him like she was saluting. “ You’re a peach. That’s what I guess for not carrying enough cash on me at all times, huh?” She sighed as she began to eye the pack she wanted. “ If you want I can buy you back a coffee. I don’t know and ATMs nearby but there’s a corner store a few paces if you want a six pack or something.” The least she could do was buy the kid beer.

#fcklovis

queenskaren:

Karen despised grocery shopping. If it weren’t a necessity then she sure as hell would’ve abandoned it out of her to do list. She wished she could have remained at home but everything had run out, she knew she would have to restock otherwise she’d have to spend more money outside while drinking her misery away. She thought she could at least get some more instant food and snacks, which was not the healthiest decision but Karen never cared much for her own health. As she was strolling through one of the aisles, she heard a stranger come up to her and ask for money? Karen frowned. “What?” Karen was cautious as shit but she was certain she could kick her ass if she went as far as stealing the cash. “This isn’t some kind of scam shit, is it? How do I know you’re not just going to pepper spray me and run off?”

The woman’s reaction gained a chuckle from Barb, smiling as she shook her head a bit. “ No, it’s not a scam -- if it was it’s be a poorly thought out one.” She mused. “Pepper spray? I’m more of a taser kind of girl if I have to be honest, but that’s reserved for men who get too close on the sidewalk. I don’t attack women with cheekbones like yours. It’s be an injustice to eyes everywhere and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

#queenskaren

vickyconns:

roaming around the neighbourhood aimlessly turned out to be more entertaining than expected. it was one of those activities she’d never taken into consideration in her hometown. she found perth quite dull. with new york it was like she couldn’t get enough of it. well… that and the fact that she wouldn’t find a job by sitting around throughout the day. attention pointed to her smartphone, to the maps application to be specific — all that walking around ultimately ended with her getting lost — the blond nearly didn’t hear the feminine voice talking to her. she didn’t intend to give the other woman the look when she lifted her glance up; being interrupted just caught her off guard. however, before giving a feedback, vicky let her voice her odd request. “ is this a some sort of clever technique to hit on people? ” vicky asked, an eyebrow slightly curving. considering that being approached that way was a first, she was quite sceptical. “ fluttering your eyelashes, smiling sweetly … yep, i definitely have done this before. ”

“It’s actually a clever attempt at a technique to get strawberries, but if you’d like me to hit on you I’m not against it.” Barb grinned. The blonde was pretty, of course, and Barb could never turn down the option to flirt with pretty women. “I’m sure fluttering your pretty lashes is more effective than me, since you’re petite and blonde, so if you have any tips, I’d be happy to listen. Maybe you buy me strawberries, I thank you by treating you to lunch, we talk and trade stories and I tell you endlessly how beautiful you are until you can’t stop blushing. I can do a lot of things that would make you blush.”

#vickyconns

Do you believe in Heaven and Hell?

“ My grandmother always told me we don’t believe in hell but I’m pretty sure we’re already in it.”

#Anonymous

What's your type?

“ B positive”

#Anonymous

If you were trapped in a deserted island, what three things would you like to have with you?

“Fresh water, and granola would be nice. Oh yeah, and a fucking boat.”

#Anonymous

Would you rather die or be immortal but completely invisible for the rest of your life?

“Die. The world probably wont be around for much longer anyway, so being immortal floating in space of living on a barren planet in a dystopian future is the most likely option. Plus I’m pretty sure the planet will be taken over by zombies or aliens or robots and humans will be forced into hiding and if I’m immortal I’ll end up being used as currency or a test subject and frankly I’d like a whole bunch of not that.”

#Anonymous

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