titsay
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
DEAR READER
KIROKAZE
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin
Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni
$LAYYYTER
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosimo Galluzzi
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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dirt enthusiast
@theartofmadeline
Love Begins
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@cherryon-top
❝ i’m going to make this way harder than it needs to be. ❞
“It really isn’t that hard. Watch, I’ll show you. You just click the cup into the mixer until it’s sturdy and you shake. When you’re done, you whack it on something to separate the glass from the cocktail mixer, and bam, you’ve done it. The perfect mojito right at your fingertips.”
"If I don't have some cake soon, I might die." (from jett)
“Sounds to me like we should fix this right away. Should we make a run to the grocery store? Pick up one of those birthday cakes with the whipped cream frosting?”
ohthicgo:
because people need to know things and things need names to be known? i don’t know. i am not one to name things. things were already named when i was born. wait. i named my lizard guadalupo when i was six. i guess i named one thing that wasn’t named.
“I had a lizard that was named Peaches, but it was just a gecko that I found on my balcony once.”
ohthicgo:
Is it gay to eat pop corn? You’re basically eating a busted nut.
“Why put a label on it? It’s okay to enjoy things.”
huntingchase:
is it NORMAL to be drinking before noon? absolutely FUCKING not. does he care? same answer. beer and breakfast are practically made to go together, in his OPINION. ❝ well, carmen, ❞ he STRESSES her name in a low purr; ❝ i USUALLY go for the waffles. ❞ especially now that they remind him of a CERTAIN conquest. ❝ but… you know, you could get ANYTHING in here and it’s just as good. they know what they’re DOING. ❞
Beer with breakfast wasn’t uncommon to her, and she didn’t really give it a second thought. She had come from sin city, after all. At her favorite brunch spot back in Vegas, patrons would drink whiskey sours with their toast like it was coffee. The thought made her miss home, but only a little. “Waffles, huh? You know, when I was younger I had waffles with M&M’s in them and I swear, I haven’t had them any other way since then. It’ll change your life. A real spiritual experience, if you ask me.”
marshcll:
“ oh trust me, honey, i’ve been there. at least they got designer shops i’d rather be there. “ she lets out a scoff at the thought of it. “— the peanut butter chocolate is the only one that’s actually worth it. “
Just from looking at the girl, Carmen could tell she would fit in well in Vegas. She was beautiful and well dressed, and seemed confident and smart. Four things that could help edge out any competition in Sin City. “Well, I should have guessed. You’re dressed too well to be a Saguaro native.” She speaks with a smile, “Peanut butter chocolate? That sounds perfect.”
jettlawson:
he hums in agreement and it clicks pretty quickly that she’s just playing around so he jokes alone. “you’re right, i think we should get this place shut down. do this town a favor,” jett grins, giving the menu in front of him another once over. “might as well give the shitty pancakes a try though, right? want some?” he offers, glancing back up at her. “only a few days.”
“Someone’s gotta do it.” She hadn’t been there long, but certainly the town would have an uprising if anything happened to the diner. If the citizens of Saguaro loved anything, it would be delinquent activity and breakfast food. “I’d love some shitty pancakes.” She uses the long black straw of her drink to give it a quick stir before taking a sip. “How’d you end up in this place? Drawn in by the charming locals?”
jettlawson:
“just passin’ through,” he answers, glancing down at her glass before his eyes shift back over to the aforementioned plate of pancakes. he wrinkles his nose in disgust, smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “yeah, you’re right. scumbags. can’t be seen eating in a place that doesn’t even have chocolate chips in their pancakes,” jett jokes, flashing a grin. “you been here long?”
“I mean, if you’re out of chocolate chips, you should at least throw in some blueberries. I don’t really feel like I’m reachin’ for the stars, here. We are going to have to leave a couple scathing yelp reviews.” She laughs and fidgets with her napkin. She is completely kidding, of course, which she hopes is obvious. “A couple of weeks. What about you?”
enforxed:
his mouth still tastes like cigarettes, no matter how much coffee he drinks. it was a ROUGH night, and his face showed it. looking at the woman to his side, hector nods to his mug. “the coffee.” he smiles, “the cherry pie.” everything was good, sickeningly good.
“Ah, I’m a sucker for cherry pie,” it was true, although she couldn’t remember the last time she had any. Vegas wasn’t exactly brimming with bakeries. She reaches for another packet of sugar and dumps it into her mug of coffee. “Come here often?”
tomorrow we can drive around this town and let the cops chase us around
valentiiinesday:
He can’t help but grin from ear to ear when he sees her. Talk about a blast from the past. “More like what are you doing here, cherry baby? You on the lam or something?” He’s joking, of course. Little Carmen Maraschino was the bad girl of Melrose Park (if rumors were anything to go on), but she was never a bad gal. Valentine, simple as he was, couldn’t imagine someone so pretty doing anything awful to anybody. “What are the chances!” Ever the sentimental one, Valentine wanted to lift her right off of that chair and give her a bear hug.
“Just when I’ve been missing the old neighborhood, you show up out of the blue.” Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps the few drinks he’d had were messing with his tendency to overthink.
Watching as the smile spreads across his face causes her to do the same. Carmen hadn’t made any attempts to keep up with anyone from home when she left, and part of her always regretted it. Nobody had called her cherry baby in years, and she hadn’t realized she missed it until she heard it coming out of his mouth. “You know me, I can’t stay in one place too long. I made a pit stop here after leaving Vegas and decided to stay.” That was her story and she was sticking to it. Truth be told, she had always been a little curious about what happened to her old friends, how their lives had turned out. She was ecstatic to see him all happy and healthy right in front of her.
“What can I say? Maybe it’s fate and all that jazz, I’ve been missin’ home, too.” She sets her drink down and sits up a little straighter in her chair to pull him into a hug. “How’d you end up out west, stranger?”
marshcll:
“ julie’s is the only good thing about this SHITHOLE of a town. “ once in a while isla enjoyed going to the diner. she takes a sip of her milkshake. “ the burgers aren’t awful. “
“Awe, really? You want to talk shithole towns, you should go to Vegas.” Somehow, Carmen found something new to like about this town almost each day she had been here. Today she had found a suggestively shaped cactus that had made her smile so hard her cheeks hurt. “Burgers. I’ll make a note of that. How are the milkshakes?”
valentiiinesday:
@cherryon-top
His buddy elbows him in the ribs and points to the opposite end of the Pub, where a new arrival sits. All Valentine can see is a curtain of brown curls, but that’s all it takes to keep his attention. That, and the curve of her back as she sits in a barstool, lonely, but not alone due to the multiple pairs of eyes that are undoubtedly sizing her up. His jaw drops when she turns her head, as if on cue. “No. Fuckin’. Way.” His pals are confused, but he’s long gone.
“ MARASCHINO !! “
Valentine began shoving his way across the crowded room, pushing people aside like an overzealous dog bumping past kneecaps. Mindless, in the way that he feels compelled to break the distance between them until he’s close enough to clasp a hand on her tiny shoulder. His expression wears the smile of a person 20 years his junior.
“I’d know those eyes anywhere.”
The pub had quickly become one of her favorite spots in town. It reminded her of places she would frequent as a teenager in Chicago, memorizing the address on her fake ID in case they carded her. She stirred her drink -- ruby sour, extra cherry -- absentmindedly, waiting for nothing in particular. Most nights she just came here to kill time, although she figured she would have to start working soon. Maraschino. Carmen had learned to all but completely tune out her last name, especially in bars. Usually, it was only someone ordering double cherries in their drink. She didn’t bat an eye when she heard it, anymore.
A heavy hand on her shoulder causes her to stir. She spins around and looks him up and down, confusion written all over her face. Her eyes shift from the hand on her shoulder up to his face. “Sorry, sir,” she begins, wide eyed, “do I know you?” For a moment she tries to keep her composure before erupting into uproarious laughter and bringing her hands up to his cheeks.
“You look just the same, kid,” she smiles and pinches one of his cheeks, “what are you doing here?”
jettlawson:
jett doesn’t look up at the sound of a voice beside him but hums in acknowledgement and nods, eyes skimming over the menu laid out in front of him. “i dunno. first time here,” he answers distractedly, finally tearing his eyes away from the menu and looking up at woman sitting beside him. he jerks his head to the side in the direction of one of the tables close by. “that guy’s pancakes look pretty good, though.”
“New in town?” She asks, fidgeting with the straw in her glass. Shirley temple, two cherries. Carmen twists in her seat to follow his gaze, craning her neck to get a peek at the pancakes in question. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “They sure do, but c’mon, no chocolate chips? What kind of place is this?”
huntingchase:
david looks up from his beer ( the SECOND of the day, surprisingly enough ) a brow COCKED and eyes already wandering away from her face. what can he say? he’s a man of simple tastes—and she is very, very PRETTY. ❝ guess it depends on what you’re looking for, SWEETHEART, ❞ he says, teeth bared in an unpleasant SMILE.
“Actually, sweetheart, my name is Carmen,” she speaks with a smile, thumbing through the menu in front of her. She didn’t even know they had alcohol here, but then again, this was Saguaro. You could probably get a drink at the roller rink if you knew who to ask. “I was thinking about breakfast foods. It just seems like what you’re supposed to order in a kitschy little diner, right?”
aiidenmiiller:
starter || ⁙ open
His car idles at the corner of Parodia and Xerocole Lane, music playing loudly. His arm is draped out of the side of his open window, at the end of it, a burning cigarette. Annoyance of the afternoon is clearly expressed by the lack of life in his face. He was supposed to be meeting someone here, but it was about to turn 2 hours past the time they were supposed to be there, and it was clear they weren’t planning on showing up now. However, someone was there. Just not who he was expecting.
“Are you staring at me because you need a ride or something? What?”
Somehow, she always ended up finding herself here. Not here as in literally, but here as in on some vacant street corner, smoking a cigarette. She always found spots like this to be just quiet enough to let her think without that kind of silence that makes her ears ring. Clouds of smoke billowed off the end of her lit cigarette and danced up, colliding with the clouds in the sky. Her eyes must have been glazed over, and she was starting to lose track of how long she had been there -- until she realized she had been staring. Had she?
“Oh, my bad. Just zoned out is all,” she flicks the cigarette and lets the ash fall to the ground, “Sorry ‘bout that.”
