glass arrows. @clara-carter-blog - Tumblr Blog

drajroberts:

“ No, um… seat’s not taken. Not anymore. ”

tipping her head to the other, she turns to the bartender to grab their attention. quickly ordering herself a drink, her attention can’t help with fall back onto the other beside her. “rough day?”

#[ clara:ava ]

harrycopper:

“Just because I own the place doesn’t mean I’m giving you free coffee, love.”

“what about if i flash you this, i’m not below scoring free coffee while doing my civil duty.” she muses upon flashing the other her badge. though truthfully she was being nothing but playful. “does leaving a really good tip also suffice as compensation?”

#[ clara:harry ]

wtfwarren:

Warren was blunt — he always tells the truth no matter how hurtful they could be. He almost never lies. However, he keeps things. He keeps his feelings and thoughts to himself that sometimes he wonders how people think out loud. Belonging to one of the founding families, it was important to not wonder out loud. But alcohol has a way of getting one bold and rebellious, doesn’t it? “Are you kidding? Only worry if I’m a journalist. I only own a restaurant, Clara. No matter how intense or philosophical your brewing realizations may be, I will never take it against you, know that.” After a chuckle, he took a swig from his bottle of beer. “Not experiencing existential crisis, are we?”

"you’re better than me that’s for sure.” the woman admits with much conviction in her tone. she had been pegged as the judgemental type once or twice before, but she could never fully get down with that label. clara liked to consider herself someone who enjoyed having every piece to the puzzle, even the ones that were left over. for every drunk quip or story reveled, she believed it would always be with reason and somehow in the end make sense to things that had yet to come full circle. warren was an interesting being, beyond his surname he had much more to offer than the easy label that had been placed upon him. even she knew that he was much more than the pretty rich boy who many people assumed had minimal problems. “no, no, not yet. but i think anyone can experience one of those after a few too many bad decisions and too much alcohol. it just goes hand in hand.”

#[ clara:warren ]

vjustv:

“Of course not —then again you have to admit there are some people who have the personality of a door nail that might just be exactly as they seem, but over all I agree. It’s why people end up so surprised when their average joe neighbor turns out to be a serial killer with someone trapped in their basement and it begs the question, did you ever really know the guy?” sure, the example was a bit extreme but it did fine enough emphasizing their point, especially in small towns like this you could exchange a smile with someone and never know what they’re really thinking or having lurking in their pasts. “but in the end it also depends on you and if you choose to feed in to the perception people have of you or if you care enough to go out of your way to prove a bunch of bigots they’re wrong. Personally, I take the more laxed approach doing nothing other than what I normally do because in the iconic words of Gone with the Wind’s Rhett Butler, ‘Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.’ ”

"sometimes you can tell--like when there is nothing left behind the smile or if there is a whole door of possibilities. it’s nerve racking really. consistent questioning, knowing that you’ll never fully know the truth. or that feeling you get when you know something just isn’t right with someone---but somehow thats where it all stops. the never ending question of knowing and assuming is what i am often plagued with. you ever find yourself in the same situation?” she questions the blonde. though something told her she already knew the answer to her question already. anyone who had the capability to read more into what they were ever given had definitely fallen somewhere in this grey area. “ i think we’re all a little guilty of feeding into the expectations of others or the image they place upon us. even if it’s for family, man or stranger---at some point in time we have---i have. but now i could give two fucks when my kid isn’t looking. you’ve got the admit, Butler was onto something there. even if you given a damn or not, the situation still manages to be the same.”

#[ clara:v ]

teaganxsmith:

“I feel like I made such a mess, and I tried to fix it I really did but its like nothing I do works. Now I have to tell him and I just don’t know if I can; I would honestly rather just leave him then have him hating me.” she whispered to her sister. It wasn’t something she was sure she could do to him but she would find a way to make it happen if it came down to it. “I need whiskey.”

there was a long pause on the brunettes end. she could never fully relate, only feel what it was like to watch her sister go through the motions. something she had watched since grade school days. “tea--” she whispers. “he-loves you. genuinely loves you. leaving him to spare him any disappointment you may think he will have is unfair to both of you....you can’t make the decision on your own.” she sighs. “i have that in stock always.”

#[ clara:teagan ]

rcbinmorgan:

“Is there a reason you always get so philosophical when you’ve had a few glasses of wine?” Robin chuckled. “And all this time I thought weed was what brought about a thinker’s questions. Unless you slipped something in there when I wasn’t looking?/”

“it’s how i got the good ol’ nickname, girl interrupted. i mean c’mon i always have a whole lot of shit to say that’s pretty much open to interpretation. a load of crap or a load of truth, you choose. besides, you’re not doing nearly enough talking."

#clara:robin

bethanyking:

“That’s oddly deep.” She mused, even if Clara had a point. You had to show the world the best you, and the best you was rarely the normal you. “It just makes it a challenge though, doesn’t it? To try and work out who people really are. Or if you’re really bored, just make up random backstories for them that could work given the few things you do know.”

“i do give my best work when there is wine involved.” she muses upon shrugging her shoulders. “who doesn’t love a challenge? i mean you can either lead a blind life choose to accept what is. depends on who you are. backstories do have a way of keeping things interesting. is that what you do?”

#clara:bethany

loobeckham:

“ sometimes the world isn’t all in-between gray colors, though, if that makes sense? sometimes it really is just all… black and white and stuff, and people are what they seem. first impressions are all that matter in the end, y’know? i mean, well, people — people always show their true colors before they actually know you. ”

“ well, i will agree with you there. first impressions are everything. yet given what i do processionally, i’ve never had much of the advantage to consider things to be just black and white. oneway or the other it would come across as me failing to do some due diligence. but that true colors bit, isn’t it funny how they mange to show themselves just when you think you’ve figured someone out?”

#[ clara:louise ]#clara gets to drinking and starts thinking she makes sense #but i vfsc love louise okayyy

teaganxsmith:

She just looked at her sister before the tears fell freely from her eyes and she just nodded her head. “Can we go to you place. I don’t want to be around people or whatever.” she spoke softly. She was going to have to tell him about what she been doing sooner or later but she was scared because she knew he wanted more kids but she couldn’t give him what he wanted.

“Thanks for being here. I love you.”

nodding her head she mouths her sister of course. private moments like such could never be expressed so out in the open as they were attempting now, it wasn’t like them. it just wasn’t the way either of them operated. stepping aside to allow her sister access to her own car she shoots her another subtle smile. “i will always be here for you, you know that. love you too .”

#[ clara:teagan ]

teaganxsmith:

Walking of the doctors off she tried to keep her emotions at bay, she knew the outcome because it was always the outcome; yet she suckered herself into believe that she could do what so many other women could carry a child into this world. “Its okay. Its okay. Its okay.” she whispered to herself as she tried to find her car. She thought of her husband the man she loves so much and she knows that’s deep down inside he wants another kid but she pushes those thoughts away because she had to build herself back up which is something she getting too good at doing but she marches on until she them, placing her head in hands she counts to three before speaking. “Hi.” she cool, and calm the Teagan everyone knows.

their family was a lot of things, but somehow inbetween it all clara and teagan’s relationship stood strong. granted her mother often shunned her for her closeness to teagan, but clara’s relationship with her mother was as questionable as her relationship with her estranged father. it was complicated. again, clara would always be there for teagan even if she could never fully understand the depths of her pain, because she had never been through such a thing. leaning up against her sisters car she offers the petite woman a comforting smile. it might not have been much, but she knew without teagan saying much she needed someone other than her husband for comfort. “want to grab a drink?”

#[ clara:teagan ]

dxminics:

“claremont’s love for gossip will never cease to amaze me. fifteen minutes in a coffee shop and every conversation i heard was about someone else’s life.”

“most people who don’t feel fulfilled in life do tend to fill their time poking their noses into other peoples shit.”

#[ clara:dominic ]

loobeckham:

“ i’ve been thinking of starting a book club here in claremont. it’d be so fun! i already started the list. but…. wait, isn’t the point of a book club to read new books? … — shit, i think it is; i’ve read all the good ones in here. i guess i’d just have to assign — is assign the right word? — the really good ones to the club members. anyway, wanna join? ”

she ended her speech by offering the other a pen and paper, on which she had scribbled claremont bookclub with a few doodles hearts and books, and a smiley face for good measure.

“ to be honest, i’m not sure if i can help with that one but i do know that most people use book club as an excuse to drink wine and gossip about their shit lives.” the brunette laughs at the thought. “but i will say, that if you are successful in getting a book club off the ground that does not feature alcohol the first starring book will have to be more than exciting and far from trash writing like that fifty shade of crap.”

thinking to herself, the offer itself didn’t sound so bad. not that she had much time to herself these days, the idea of reading a book and sharing some interesting concepts with a group did not sound too bad. “i’m considering it. so take that as a maybe. but i love the idea, something that has much promise.”

#[ clara:louise ]

mateoxalvarado:

❝ Sorry to be rude, and interrupt you but I just had to tell you that Jesus Christ loves you. God loves you. In Jeremiah 29:11 it says “for I know the plans I have for you- declares the Lord -Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” I just thought you should know that there is someone out there who is just dying to know you, and dying for you to let him in ❞

clara didn’t often aim to come off rude, more or so she was simply caught off guard. the young man before her was practically preaching. the woman had not been to church in ages, her mother was never a religious being and somehow she too fell under that bracket. “well i can tell you that you are not completely incorrect. i can also tell you that i am not in the least bit interested. i have a kid, that’s the only person i need to worry about.”

#[ clara:mateo ]

hcyleyclarke:

“Oh, so you remember that guy I met from Bumble last weekend? First he was late, which I could forgive, but then he started asking me all the questions about my hair color like he wanted to know if the curtains matched the carpets, and then he asked my feelings on going Dutch which I basically heard as “I voted for Trump, are you gonna put out because I’m not spending any money on you if you don’t” and then when I told him I was a blogger he said it’s not a real job and if I had any plans for the future. As if that wasn’t enough to make me ask for my food to-go, when he found out I had 32k Instagram followers he got all weird and pissy almost. Don’t ask me why he was insta-stalking me during the date. But the main point to this story is that he actually tagged me in something this morning. Like to get attention so he could get more followers. Can you believe that bullshit?”

halfway through the others story, clara was beyond mortified. “talk about a waste of your time and good lipstick.” the disappointment in her tone was clear as day. clara herself never never got into the whole dating app movement. she appreciated the convenience some of them provided, those like tinder. but that was as far as her interest went. other app’s that preached finding a genuine connection or guarantee of a good time was often fraud. “he sounds like a pussy if you ask me. i mean, if he was going to name drop you on social media the least he could have done was pay for your dinner. apologize for being a waste of space and then , maybe, ask if he could name drop you. dating itself is overrated these days, i mean what ever happened to genuinely meeting someone who is little less self serving and actually interested in you as a person and not your drapes?”