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ellataeglass​:

Mari’s job was a very hard one. There was simply no denying that. Running a store day-to-day was hard enough, with having to deal with customers and the books themselves, and then on top of that was all these big decisions that no one was there to watch you make. Well, no, Ella was here to watch Mari make it, but no one could tell you which table to put where. It was a hard burden, and though it was small, it seemed to mean an awful lot to Mari. And Ella could understand that. “I don’t think so,” Ella repeated. “Here, let’s just…” She walked out to where she thought the table would be and stretched out her arms. Ella didn’t make a very good table. “It’d be like this, right?”

      ( ─── ::  pushing back a strand of hair that had slipped free from it’s spot tucked at the back of her head, mari watched as ella moved to stand in the space. a giggle slipped out, one that mari had to press her hand against her mouth to quiet. arms outstretched, ella did look a little silly, but mari appreciated it nonetheless. these kinds of nights, ones where mari found herself over thinking every layout the store could have, were sometimes very stressful. it was nice to have a companion to make it fun. “ haces una mesa maravillosa. “ mari complimented, moving to stand near where ella was. reaching out, she pressed her hands against either side of ella’s head. “ you make a wonderful table, mi amor. would you like to just stand here and hold books for me all day ? i can’t pay very much, but i do think it’s what your destined for. “ chuckling, she let go of ella and glanced around the store once more. “ i think you’re right though ── it’s worth giving it a shot. “ 

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bowiegallagher​:

shots had been the first order of business, she welcomed the sharp taste and the warmth that followed which seemed to spread through her chest. she whistled loudly, clapping her free hand against the counter in support of the other woman “and that is how it’s done” and just like that she was throwing her last shot back, she welcomed the slight burn in her throat, the heat just spreading further into her chest. A trail of empty shot glasses spread out against the bar in a line, she drops the last glass back down and just like that the bartender was coming back over with the bottle of tequila, a coy smile played on her lips “with these two you might be better leaving the bottle” she leaned across the bar slightly, she was mostly trying to tease the other two women, but if the bartender felt the need to leave the bottle she wouldn’t have been against it. at the sound of indie’s voice bowie turned to look out at the crowd, eyes lingering over the guys, she wouldn’t have normally given a single one of them a chance but this was different. “your best bet it to pick the guy who looks like his mom dressed him, unfortunately for them money does not buy good taste” she looked around, following indie’s gaze until she finally landed on the guy she had been talking about “and ding ding ding we have a winner” her eyebrows were furrowed, head cocking to the side slightly as she took in what he was wearing. just from looking at him he seemed like the type of guy who just loved the sound of his own voice, they talked and talked but nothing ever really came out. “he’s worth a shot but there’s no promises i don’t trip him up or tie his shoe- ” it was then she noticed he was wearing loafers and that tying his shoelaces together was no longer an option “this has got to be a joke, he’s wearing fucking loafers in the club” she says mostly to herself, turning back to the bar knowing she was most definitely going to need some more shots “we’re going to need the bottle” she says to the bartender this time completely serious.

@mariposapena​

   ( ─── :: “ okay, okay ! slow down ! it’s not water ! no todas somos alcohólicas. . .── “ mari muttered the last part to herself under her breath as she tossed back the latest shot of tequilla that had been placed down in front of her. admittedly, it was not her best drink thanks to previous bad decisions, and it always took more effort to force it down. but mari was never one to back down from what she saw as a challenge ── and with both bowie and indie finished already, mari had seen it as a challenge. bringing the back of her hand up to press lightly against her lips, she grimaced, gently placing the small shot glass back down on the counter in front of her. pushing past the burning in her throat ( and the warmth that was spreading across her chest because the speed of which they were throwing those shots back ) she turned her attention to the conversation at hand.

mari lived life often by the motto work hard, play hard. even though the bookstore and her parents took up most of her time, she never turned down the opportunity to let loose. turning her gaze out towards the rest of the club, mari brought her hand up to rest against the side of her neck. as her eyes landed on the same target that the other two had decided on, it jumped up to instead press against her lips, biting back the urge to laugh. “ those jeans are way too small on him, “ mari added her own piece to their criticism of his outfit, finally letting her hand move away from her mouth, “ they’re a bit too high above the ankles, you can tell it’s not a fashion choice. . . “ she cocked her head to the side, “ do you really think his mother dressed him. . . ? or do you think he just has really mean friends ? “ / @sircnscngs

[dirbenaffleck]

ANA DE ARMAS No Time to Die (2021) Dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga

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ellataeglass​:

Ella tilted her head, considering Mari’s idea. She liked to draw things out, personally, seeing how pieces fit together on paper before trying it in real life. But even without a pencil and paper, she could see what the other woman meant. There seemed to be a hole in the room. “Well, it might make it harder to walk around,” Ella began slowly. “But I think you need something there. What if–” She stood up, walking into the spot and putting her arms out. “I think you’re right. Can we try it here and if it doesn’t work, we’ll move things around?” There was something so relaxing about arranging furniture. And something relaxing about being with Mari. She was so nice, so easy to be around. Ella could spend hours here and not notice the time pass in friendly companionship.

       ( ─── ::  mari followed the other woman with her eyes, folding her arms behind her back as she did. she worried sometimes that she could get too inside her head ; that her ideas would grow too big for herself. she had done that before ── got overexcited about something she thought would work, started it, and then realized halfway through it just wasn’t. naturally, she picked up that asking other people’s opinions was helpful ( at the very least, provided it wasn’t her mama or padre, whom both had very outdated ideas that proved utterly useless. ) “ i don’t think a table that small would cause that much of a blockage, though, hm ? “ she thought out loud, glancing around the room once before stepping back. “ ── or, hm, actually, would it disrupt the flow of the store ? i don’t want people to feel as though they’re being herded. “ 

[dirbenaffleck]

ANA DE ARMAS No Time to Die (2021) Dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga

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bowiegallagher​:

Bowie cradled the warm cup in her hands, fingers still chilled from being outside in the cold. She always had great time for Mari, she had put up with her coming into the store and hanging out with her since she had discovered the place back when she was a teenager just new to the city. the corners of her lips turned upwards, a small smile on her lips as Norman laps up all of the attention. “no mari that’s not even it” she shook her head “she then put it in her pocket, there is a line and it was a mere speck in her rearview mirror” she taps a finger against the counter “and I may have been sleeping with her ex, and I may have bumped into her on the way out of his apartment building, and she might have been there to pick up the rightful owner of those dog biscuits because they had joint custody of their dog” the sentence came out quite hushed, speaking into the cup before lifting it to take another sip “he was obviously blocked on the way home”

“please tell me you didn’t eat the gum, because the key words there are ‘an old man who used to come into the store’ and maybe one day he just had his last piece of aged cool mint orbit gum” she began to tease Mari, her tone might have not faltered but her face broke out into a smile “Mari you could never” she presses a hand to her chest, she could never really tire from hearing her friends talking about the things that they loved, or something that they were passionate about, even when she might not have known what they were talking about “work has been a bitch but you can bet your ass that once I have finished I will be here with more coffee, maybe even some tequila instead and we can have a real party.”

       mari continued to listen to bowie’s story with an expression of concerned confusion, the lip of the travel cup hovering close to her mouth. “ ...she put it in her pocket? “ mari echoed, placing emphasis on the word pocket. “ like, a whole dog biscuit... in her pocket? aye aye aye. “ shaking her head, she was content with just that tid-bit of information, but then bowie was launching into a whole story and mari found herself leaning into it. raising her coffee but never breaking eye contact, she took a sip. “ they had joint custody of their dog  ── like, a real dog, one that barks? that’s not just what they called their child? like ── you know how some people put their babies on leashes? “ it was a bit of tangent, but mari brought herself back to the conversation, lowering the mug to sit on the counter once more. “ i don’t blame you. that’s way too much trauma to unpack. “ she shook her head.

she laughed, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth as she did so. “ no, no. i don’t like gum. it bothers my teeth. “ she admitted, “ but that would be quite the way to go. could you imagine his obituary? we will remember fredrick jones, who’s strange habit finally kicked him. “ grinning, she reached out to lightly nudged the other woman with her elbow. it was hard for her not to smile when bowie insisted that she wasn’t a bother. “ you work too much, mi amor. “ she insisted, reaching out to once again lightly nudge bowie. “ i would love to have a real party with you, if you think you can keep up. “ 

[embellished-dreams]

I can spend three days locked in my house, reading books and drawing and doing music and then suddenly I have a desire to put on a fancy dress and just run to every party that I know for the entire night- and then go back and lock myself up.

Lou Doillon  (via catwalkcats)

[frodo-sam]

ANA DE ARMAS as Paloma in NO TIME TO DIE (2021) dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga

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mariposa àlvarez de peña: ( noun. )

associated with: pastel colours, long floral dresses, button ups draped over tiny shirts, loose sweatpants, brightly coloured glasses, cardigans, colourful bucket hats, lacy bralettes underneath baggie hoodies, ever-changing hair colours, because you can never settle on whether you wanna be a brunette or a blonde

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bowiegallagher​:

it was pretty standard greeting whenever Norman was accompanying her anywhere, well it depended on the person really, she had been bringing him by the bookstore since he was a puppy and he was always just as happy to see the woman as she was to see him whenever they popped by. she unhooked the leash since it wasn’t necessary considering Norman was pretty well behaved, never straying too far from Bowie.  She had stopped by a little coffee truck on her walk and decided to pick something up for mari, setting the two cups of coffee on the counter “oh yeah, lovely to see you too mari” her tone was sarcastic, nothing unusual for Bowie. “no I think I will leave the treats for norm, although, if you’re offering I did see some girl before on the street just going to town on some dog biscuits before” she thought to herself for a moment “pity I don’t remember because I’m sure she’d be thrilled with an offer like that” she shook her head at the woman as she spoke about the book that she had previously recommended to Bowie “I haven’t gotten a chance to yet” she says before lifting the cup, taking a sip “but I could never say no to some more recommendations”

    mari let out a soft laugh at the other woman’s sarcasm, the words bouncing off of her without leaving even so much of a dent. her fingers never left norman’s head as she gently scratched behind his ears, a bright grin embracing her delicate features. “ you can’t blame me, “ she insisted in response, ducking back down to the puppy’s level. “ you know i’m a sucker for a handsome man. “ cooing the words towards the dog, she planted a kiss on his nose before standing back up, approaching the counter where bowie now resided.

“ gracias, hermosa, “ she said as she plucked the coffee that bowie had given her from the table ── though her face twisted in confusion at her story. “ a woman ── just on the street? eating dog biscuits? “ she echoed, blinking a few times before shaking her head. “ odd, but i suppose to each his own. we all have our guilty pleasures. there was an old man who used to come into the store, and he’d always gift me gum past it’s expiry date. he said it tasted better. very strange. “ reeling herself back in from her story, her face broke out into a grin as bowie indulged her. “ i can’t overwhelm you, mi amor, or else you’ll never get through them. “ she insisted. “ and i need you to get through them, because everyone else here has gotten tired of listening to me talk. “ 

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     “ norman! “ greeting the big dog with an excited squeal, it only took a few moments for mari to be launching herself out from behind the counter to greet her latest ( and familiar ) patrons. she had fumbled with the bag of dog treats she kept stashed below the counter as she did, but in only a few steps she had managed to land herself in front of them. it was one of those days where mari was excited to greet just about everyone who came in the door; bowie, and the beautiful dog that frequently seemed to accompany her, were no exception. “ i’m happy to see you too, sir! here ── oh, and i’m happy to see you too, of course. “ she offered a wide grin to bowie as she stood up from where she’d leaned down to say hi to the puppy. “ though ── sorry, unless you’re really into peanut butter dog treats, i don’t have anything i can give to you. except recommendations; though that’s me assuming that you’ve already finished the last one i gave you. “ 

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closed starter for @ellataeglass location: mari’s bookstore because once again, she never leaves that place i guess.

      " do you think i should put it here? “ standing in the middle of the bookstore, mari had her hands extended out in front of her, her fingers curled together to create a picture frame as she tried to imagine where her latest display table would go ( once she had built it, of course. ) a half-finished bottle of wine sat open on the counter, with a glass to accompany it  ── though mari had forgotten all about that once the two of them had shifted conversation topics into her many, many ideas for the bookstore. “ i just think that space is kind of empty. mi madre said that she thinks it might make things too cluttered, but we used to have this big armchair there that took up way more space  ── and, i don’t know, i just think the more books i can have out on tables, the better. “ with wide eyes, she turned to look at ella. “ what do you think, mi amada? “ 

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Bright Star (2009) | dir. Jane Campion

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@lambcrghini-merci

[babyhearted-deactivated20170415]

I’m thinking of lace trimmed dresses, pastel ribbons in hair, warm pink cheeks, soft eyelashes