I ask because a certain someone is tired of getting random hugs when she’s out and about and people confuse her with me. I mean, this way, she can stop being grumpy and I keep getting my hugs.
“I don’t think that’s necessarily your fault. Maybe your sister should be the one to die her hair if she doesn’t like all of the hugs she’s getting.”
Smoothie. Not a soup. Sandwich. Are cucumbers fruits?
“Noted. And yes. Cucumbers are most definitely fruits. They have seeds. Just like avocados, tomatoes, and bell peppers. That is simply not up for debate.”
“Cereal is my passion. I’m only a florist long enough to get noticed by the dudes and dudettes and Lucky Charms. Want me to bring you a bowl? When I pour a bowl of Lucky Charms Gordon Ramsay is envious of my skill.”
“You’re fucking weird, man. But so am I. So respect. You know...I bet you get a lot of ass being a florist. Maybe I should consider a career change.”
I think, in order for it to qualify as soda, it’d have to be bubbly, no? But also, the idea of it being a smoothie is literally cursed. I’m more inclined to go with soda based on the gross-out factor alone. So… I’ll go with soda. Cereal is not soup, it’s just cereal. I guess…a hot dog is a sandwich? I can’t think of a reason why it wouldn’t be considered one?
“Thank you for your very thoughtful responses. I get a lot of different ones, you know, but none ever as thoughtful as that. Most people agree that a hot dog can be considered a sandwich too.”
“a smoothie, for sure. diet coke tastes like shit but it doesn’t have sugar in it and it’s still soda, y’know? and? well cereal’s a full course meal, babe.”
“Finally. Someone else who understands that cereal is superior for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Really thought I was the only one.”
you might recognize them as ( lauren jaurgeui ), or from their aesthetic; ( all black outfits, a messy art smock, weed, and psychedelics ).
FAMILY. father; deceased & mother; deceased & brother back in Miami
more about claudia.
(( TW: Death, Drug Abuse, Child Abuse ))
Claudia Ezmeralda Fernandez was born in Las Vegas, NV to Cuban immigrants. She lived in a lower class neighborhood with her parents and her brother for the majority of her childhood. Their life was simple, but Claudia didn’t mind. She had little supervision, and often she ran off to parties and snuck into bars and clubs with her friends in high school. She was immediately drawn to the party life, and she thrived off of it. But she loved her family more than anything as well. She often spent time with her favorite person, her dad, painting, drawing and learning everything he knew about art. He was a creative and talented man and Claudia wanted to learn everything from him.
That was cut short though. When she was 15, life turned upside-down when her parents were killed by a drunk driver while on the way to pick up her brother from a sleepover he didn't want to be at anymore. Claudia was out at a party with her friends at the time. They were moved in with their abusive uncle, who blame Claudia's brother for the death of his own brother. It was okay at first, but he eventually took to the bottle and became an abusive alcoholic, especially towards Claudia's brother. She became more protective of him, even carrying around her spikey bat everywhere. Since her parents died, her and her brother relied on each other for everything.
Since her parents died, Claudia found it easy to get herself into trouble. She began selling drugs to the kids at school, and even started selling drugs to some adults too. It was dangerous, and it wasn't glamorous but her uncle eventually got to the point in which he couldn't take care of Claudia and her brother. Terrified of going into the system and being separated from her brother, Claudia did everything she could to keep them both away from that. She used the little extra money she made to support her growing coke addiction. Drugs, partying and sex were the only ways the Claudia felt relief from the pain of loosing both parents so violently and struggling to support her and her brother.
Claudia always dreamed of getting out of Vegas. So. After their high school graduation, she got on the back of her boyfriend’s motorcycle and they never looked back. They made coast city their home, and their bitches. Being in an open relationship makes that very possible. In fact, Claudia prefers it. She loves her boyfriend, but also lives for adventure.
wanted connections.
little/twin brother - must be at least have latino
exes (men, women and anyone in between)
hook ups
cousins
friends from miami
fwbs
co workers
smoke buddies / drug buddies - someone she makes bad decisions with
Claudia leaned up against the bar when she spotted the back of someone whom she’d grown to know very well. Even grow a little fond of. Lottie and Claudia certainly had their differences - and honestly? Claudia hated the way that Lottie presented herself as little miss perfect. Especially considering that Claudia was literally the exactly opposite. She didn’t care at all about what people thought of her, and marched to the beat of her own drum. While she considered herself spiritual, she didn’t need an outdated book to guide her through life. Still, the other woman did have her redeeming qualities. “So what do you say? Little miss perfect gonna have a drink tonight or what? It’s on me. Some rich asshole came into work yesterday, so I got tipped mad nice.” She smirked.
Aaron was hunched over his laptop on the island getting his last work email of the day sent out before he heard the pitter patters and shrieks of his children running up the driveway and into the front door of his large home. The best part of moving to Coast City was being able to by a big ass house. That, and being able to raise his kids with their mother...of course. “Hey, guys!” He exclaimed, crouching down to give both of his children bigs hugs and kisses. Lucky walked in not far behind him. He looked up at her and gave her a soft smile before turning his attention back towards his children. “Flynn, go start your homework and I’ll be in soon to help you. Destiny, go build me something with your legos while I talk to your mom.” With that, the kids ran off to the respective destinations, leaving a trails of jackets, shoes and lunch boxes behind them. The businessman turned back to his ex wife. “Thanks for doing pick up today. I had a phone meeting with folks in New York and 2pm was the only time they could meet. How are you?”
THE LOCATION & SYMBOL OF THEIR SOUL MARK. lighthouse, inside of wrist
HOW DOES YOUR MUSE FEEL ABOUT SOULMATES? aaron is not exactly convinced that this whole soulmates thing is real. is anybody really only destined for one person?
HOW DOES YOUR MUSE FEEL ABOUT THEIR SOULMATE? camila is hot. so, obviously, aaron is willing to give this a chance. he’s almost kind of hoping that, in finding his soulmate, some things that have happened to him in life will start to make sense. maybe if this person truly is his soulmate, everything would seem to fall into place and his life will stop being a complete shit show.
“Since ketchup is a liquid made of fruit that contains 20% sugar, does that make it a soda or a smoothie? Furthermore, is cereal a soup? Is a hotdog a sandwich? Place your bets.”
“you’re right. i should aim higher. like being a dishwasher at red lobster. or anyplace else. you know this place was pretty dope before you decided to swoop in and turn it into some tourist trap. tell me you’re not gonna make the wait staff wear suspenders and flair.”
“You’re talking a lot of crap about the guy who raised your hourly pay. Maybe I will make you wear some tacky outfit. Just you though.”