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solarfircs:

“oh —” she really oughtn’t be so disappointed. the other woman was well within her rights to keep her secrets. “well, that’s perfectly alright. just thought i’d offer.” a moment’s AWKWARD SILENCE while wendy fiddled with the lid of her cup. “oh! i forgot to ask your name?”

plus,  even if she  WAS  to expose herself,  who in their right mind would believe someone claiming they were  MURDERED  &  suddenly brought back to life?  no one.  that’s who.   ‘ yeah,  you did. ’   not that she really  minded  whether or not the girl knew her name.  or one of.   ‘ name’s darling. ’   okay,  not  TECHNICALLY,  but there was no way she was going to tell her that.   

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colorblinds:

      ‘ NOT  trying to sell you anything.  someone’s paranoid. ’    it didn’t  CHANGE  the fact that the woman was still  drop-dead gorgeous.  her hands raise,  fixing the strands of blue that had turned into a mess,  putting a smile on her face.    ‘ what if  I  wanted to buy  YOU  something?  like a bag of takis or lemonade?  you could have totally just killed your opportunity. ’

someone  NOT  a creepy man-child even toying with the idea of buying her something?  even buddy wouldn’t want to fight this girl on it.  it was...  cute.   ‘ i’ll tell ya what. ’   &  more condescending tones as she leaned down a little,  just enough to make them eye to eye.   ‘ just because you’re cute  &  aren’t rocking a neckbeard,  i’ll let you buy me a lemonade. ’   even though,  you know,  it wasn’t  ACTUALLY  an offer.

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solarfircs:

wendy did not like to JUDGE, but it was barely midday. no point in mentioning that to the other woman, she was sure. instead she offered her a tentative smile. “i’m sorry to hear that! i hope the drink helps.” a small pause. “you know, some people say it can help to TALK about your problems with a stranger.” she gestured to herself: a perfect stranger.

ah,  yes.  self-incriminating therapy.  sure,  this sure as hell wasn’t atlanta,  but what was stopping seattle police from arresting a wanted criminal  &  shipping her back?  absolutely nothing.   ‘ i don’t do therapy. ’   at least not to  STRANGERS.  hell,  if buddy was here,  she could go on for  HOURS  about her problems.  mostly because he wouldn’t go running to the cops.   ‘ &  sure as hell don’t trust strangers.  sorry  -- ’   a quick pause as she lifted up the cup to read the name scribbled across it.   ‘ --  wendy. ’ 

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@colorblinds cont from x

WELL,  at least  someone  around here knows what they’re talking about.   ‘ thanks,  munchkin. ’   a condescending tone,  one accompanied by her hand reaching up to ruffle blue locks.   ‘ i don’t want any girl scout cookies,  though.  --  or whatever you’re trying to  CON  me into buying. ’   because heaven forbid anyone be nice without having an agenda,  right,  darling?

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tcngues:

jesus, joseph, and praise momma mary. OBVIOUSLY this babe was, well, a babe, but suffice to say mike hadn’t quite realized just how much of a babe until right this second.   ‘ uh?? ’   came his clever comeback just before she pulled away and simultaneously surrendered oxygen back to his starving brain. a heavy pause, then he LAUGHED nervously.   ‘ damn, will do. sound advice. pretty faces gotta stick together, though, right?? can i buy you a drink?? two?? a new car?? ’

darling liked to  PRAISE  herself on her ability to  manipulate  men.  she knew how they felt about her  &  she wasn’t afraid to use that to her own advantage.  surely  ANYONE  would if they were in her position.  no money,  no buddy,  nothing but this  poor  boy  offering to practically buy her the world.   ‘ how about all of the above? ’   now,  now,  darling.  that’s a little greedy.   ‘ but we can start with the drinks.  i’m feeling something...  fruity. ’

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riotoused:

          ❛  NO.  ❜  she says,  with furrowed brows,  and a frown.  there wasn’t anyone in  RILEY’S  life that needed to be asked to touch them before you touch them;  ‘cept  SMACKLE.  she could  ONLY  hug her if smackle invited her to,  or if smackle initiated the hug first.  the frown upon her features intensifies when the flower crown is given back to her.  she’s not going to flip, she’s not going to flip, she’s not going to flip…  ❛  IS…  ❜  sigh.  ❛  is it too big?  TOO SMALL?  would you like me to make you another one,  with different flowers?  or do you want mine?  HERE!  HAVE MINE!  ❜  she takes the flower crown from her head,  and is about to place it in the woman’s lap before she stops suddenly,  bringing it to her chest. ❛  MAY I  put this in your lap?  ❜

maybe it’s the fact it’s just not something she was used to,  maybe her reaction was completely justified by  MANY  other people that  weren’t  this girl.   ‘ unwarranted touching will get you punched in the  FACE. ’   not that she would actually hurt the kid,  but if she was ten years older  &  tried the same shit,  darling can’t promise she  WOULDN’T  do it.   ‘ god. ’   the word coming out through a deep,  defeated sigh.   ‘ okay. ’   just wear the crown,  monica.  she took the crown from the girl before she could hand it back,  placing it on top of her head before pulling up the camera app to see how it looked.   ‘ you’re lucky it looks cute. ’

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tcngues:

‘ HEY, quick question  –––  do pick-up lines actually work?? got any favorites i can try out?? see, i’ve never NEEDED one myself, but a guy’s gotta know if he’s missing out, y’know?? ’

‘ hey,  baby. ’   a sultry tone as she leans over the table,  a small smirk toying on her lips as fingers trace over the others hand gently.   ‘ wanna sit on my lap  &  we can talk about the first thing that pops up? ’   &  GOD  did she hate that pick-up line,  or really  ANY  pick-up line.  they were all so cringe-worthy.   ‘ my advice? ’   &  just like that she pulls her hand away before sitting back once again.   ‘ stick to taking advantage of that  PRETTY  FACE  of yours. ’

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popularmade:

     blue eyes glance over the individual opposite to her. even if her opinion wasn’t sought or wanted, glinda was the first to tell someone what she thought anyways. “your outfit is the tragicist i’ve ever seen. you like more drab than a mourning munchkin.” her expression brightens quickly, as though solely thinking of a makeover can change her outlook. “but don’t worry! i can help you! have you ever thought about wearing a bit of pink? it would make your eyes pop!”

personally,  darling didn’t think she had the  WORST  taste in style.  in fact she was pretty damn proud of how good she looked.  brows furrowed as she looked down at her own outfit,  a dark purple coat with pants to match.  maybe she no longer had the  BEST  memories of said outfit considering it’s what she  DIED  in,  but still.  she looked cute.   ‘ babygirl,  i’d take looking like a mourning munchkin over looking like disney channel threw up on me any day. ’   as for the pink?  you just so happened to catch her on a  GRIM  day,  glinda.   ‘ i have a super cute,  pink,  fluffy coat.  it’s my fave.  but thanks for the unwanted input.  i’ll keep it in mind. ’

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solarfircs:

“excuse me!″ wendy was breaking a cardinal rule: don’t talk to strangers. but she was SURE it would be alright, because it was broad daylight in a busy-ish area. “would you LIKE one?” she lifted one of the coffee cups she was holding. “i told the woman behind the counter it wasn’t mine, but –” looking forlornly at the name WENDY scrawled on both cups – “she insisted.”

the girl didn’t  LOOK  harmful,  &  taking coffee from a stranger would be one of the more  TAMER  things darling had done in her life.  so really,  why not?  taking the cup,  she lifted it to her nose,  letting the strong scent of a good  WAKE  UP  CALL  hit her senses like a goddamn train.   ‘ there alcohol in this? ’   because  thats  her number one concern currently.   ‘ no? ’   she didn’t even wait for a response before popping the lid off with her teeth,  reaching into her pocket to pull out a small flask  &  emptying a bit into the cup.   ‘ rough mornin’,  y’know? ’   she’s a little stressed  &  confused.  bare with her.   ‘ thanks,  sunshine. ’

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riotoused:

          SHE ISN’T TOO SURE HOW SHE GOT HERE,  but she’s sure that she’s,  at least,  alright with being here.  because maybe this,  whatever this is,  is life trying to teach her a lesson!  so,  instead of  PANICKING,  she plucks a variety of flowers,  in a variety of different colors,  from their place in the ground,  and arranges them into a flower crown.  she repeats the process,  so that she has  TWO.  one for herself,  and one for…  this stranger.  ❛  I MADE ONE FOR YOUR HEAD.  ❜  she says,  in a sing-song tone,  as she reaches up and places the flower crown atop the strangers head,  a smile plastered across her features.

gum  POPS  as her attention is solely focused on her phone,  completely ignoring the  child  sitting next to her on the bench.  if this kid wanted to play around in the dirt all day,  who was she to stop her?  due to said lack of attention on the younger girl,  the crown making contact with her head  DID  cause a small flinch.  something to be expected when one is touched unknowingly.  hand flying up to brush it from her head,  all before realising it was nothing more than a harmless  FLOWER  CROWN.   ‘ jesus,  kid.  ain’t you ever been told to  ASK  before you touch someone? ’   MAYBE  she’s a little paranoid,  but waking up after being gunned down in a parking lot would do that to a person.  &  with that she reached over before dropping the crown back on the others lap.

[wandarogers]

Eiza González in Baby Driver (2017) dir. Edgar Wright