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@findingfallon
@fallonforpresident: how to earn my love: buy me bubble tea and sushi and don't talk to me
“ WAIT hold on. “ Thalia yelled over to the person out of the ring who was trying to get her attention. She just wanted to finish her training match. But once she was done, Thalia walked over to the side leaning over the rope. Looking down at the person on the ground. “ Yes?? “
"I thought you said you were a graphic designer?” Fallon laughs, her eyes wandering up and down the woman’s body, taking in her toned muscles and gloved fists. “You didn’t mention you could kick my ass and design my website.” Fallon chuckles, gesturing to her gym bag. “I swear I’m not stalking you, I’m just here to work out and I saw you. You nearly punched that guy’s lights out -- I wish I could fight like that.” Fallon pauses for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing. "Actually, that's not true. I don't think I could fight anybody. I would feel way too bad about it."
“I may have read the new harry potter book three in the couple days. I also got it in the shop early too.”
“I’ve gone to three bookshops looking for it, and it’s been sold out everywhere. I’m waiting for it to arrive from Amazon now -- I’m dying to start it. How is it?”
“Sounds like a plan,” she smiled back. “I’m ready when you are.”
Slipping her sandals on, Fallon skips to the door, holding it open for the blonde. “It may be eight in the morning, but what people don’t realize is that tacos are an all-day sort of food,” Fallon talks aimlessly as she walks next to the other woman, more than a little bit excited for the taco stand around the block.
“There’s a first time for everything.” Sam chuckled, finding the girl pretty charming and she didn’t seem awkward at all. He likes it more when people are chill and random than quiet and shy since he was pretty much an open book. “I don’t mind that at all. Whatever’s on your mind, I’d love to hear it whenever I encounter you. I love random conversations. That you do, which is a good quality. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Sam.”
After hearing Sam's comment regarding random conversations, Fallon decides to share her thoughts on a completely unrelated topic. "Earlier today, I was considering how people are so afraid of a zombie apocalypse but I don't think anybody would even notice zombies out on the street because every single person outside is staring at their phone. It's an epidemic, I swear. This is the apocalypse." The brunette laughs, glancing at him. "There's a video of a woman walking through a shopping center and she's on her phone, and she literally walks right into a fountain and falls in. It's crazy." Fallon shakes her head, but is grinning despite herself. "Just another way they control us, I guess."
He shrugged a little at how bitter she sounded. “I mean, yeah, I think it’s pretty amazing. If it bothers you that much, I’m sure you could always get some kind of cosmetic surgery for the appearance of the wound. I don’t know if you’d see a dermatologist or plastic surgeon though.”
Tugging her sleeve down her arm to cover the scar, Fallon shrugs off his comment. “I probably could,” the girl mumbles, her tone flat. She turns to face the man, sipping on her drink thoughtfully. “Do you often identify scars by type? You seemed pretty confident that it was from a surgery. I hate to disappoint.” Now, her tone is lighter, her southern drawl accenting her words as she speaks.
01 i’m a mess-ed sheeran; 02 WILD-troye sivan; 03 unsteady-x ambassadors; 04 you and me-ben rector; 05 flaws-bastille; 06 stutter-darren criss; 07 morning light-christopher; 08 atlas hands-benjamin francis leftwich; 09 the girl-city and colour; 10 you and i-ingrid michaelson; 11 cold coffee-ed sheeran; 12 iT’s YoU-zayn; 13 for him.-troye sivan; 14 perfect-one direction; 15 wHo-zayn; 16 gorgeous-x ambassadors; 17 TALK ME DOWN-troye sivan; 18 fOoL fOr YoU-zayn; 18 nina -ed sheeran; 19 18-one direction; 20 TiO-zayn; 21 jealousy-darren criss; 22 fool’s gold-one direction; 23 take it back-ed sheeran;
@fallonforpresident: lets talk about blue neighborhood because goddamn that album is a piece of perfect
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hi friends sorry for spamming the dash with all my replies at once
today is my birthday so I'm only around for a little while then I'll be going out for the evening to celebrate!
however I think I got all the replies I owed aside from one (sorry lina bby I'll reply soon ❤)
but I hope you all have wonderful days and I'll be on lots tomorrow because I'm off tomorrow!
hugs kisses and extra misses
madi
Sebastian listened to her intently. He agreed with most of what she said, and understood the rest. It was all the reasons he hated the system, all the reasons people he loved had left him. “I’d quite enjoy that actually. Where would you like to go?” Rising from his chair, Sebastian shrugged at her last statement. “You’d be surprised. I’ve found quite a few people here that don’t agree with it. Of course, there’s a hundred times more that are for it, but those who go against the system never are in the largest numbers.”
“This is going to sound totally crazy,” Fallon responds, slipping out of her stool and collecting her things to put in her purse. “-but do you know anywhere to get a good baked potato? I could use a good baked potato.” She grins, slipping a $5 out of her wallet to leave as a tip for the barkeep. “That’s interesting,” Fallon turns to look at him. “Small-town Pennsylvania, that’s where I was at before relocating, everybody is so compliant with the entire thing. Nobody thinks anything of it. It drove me insane.” She zips her bag and slings it over her shoulder, and when Sebastian is ready she starts for the door.
He blocked the pillow with a smile. “I mean that’s true but when’s not the right time for food? You can never have too much energy. Hey just ‘cause I’m successful at beating people up for a living doesn’t mean you should beat up my wallet.” He threw the pillow back at her. Finally getting up to put on his shirt. “I’m almost scared to see you even try and eat twenty shrimp tacos.”
“I’m with you on that, I could literally eat all day every day.” Fallon pulls her shirt on, flipping her hair over her shoulder to glance back at Maren, her eyes rolling. “If you’re so successful at beating people up, and you feel like being stingy, just beat the taco man up -- then, the tacos are free.” She laughs, sliding her feet into her flip-flops and turning to face him expectantly. “I could so down twenty tacos, and you know I could. You ready to go?”
Ivan raised an eyebrow. “–really? You have to take me to see them. I’ve never ridden a horse before. I bet it’s quite the experience.” He nodded, “ yeah agree with that. It’s tough to capture someone’s eyes, though. Well for me. I do occasionally paint others. Most of the time I do it just to paint something. The only person I actually painted with…motivation, I guess, was my childhood friend. It came out really well. If you like portraits I’ll have to show you it sometime.”
With a laugh, Fallon pulls her phone out, navigating to a photograph of the two horses out in the pasture. “This is Thelma,” Fallon points to the shorter of the two sand-colored horses. “And that’s Louise. Louise has a bum leg, so sometimes I call her Hobbles. She’s not a big fan of the name though.” The girl laughs, pointing to the larger of the two horses, whose back left hoof was bandaged. “If you’re serious, I’d love to let you ride them. I always feel bad because I can’t take them both out at the same time, and I don’t really have a riding buddy ‘round here. I’ve got my two stall guys but I always love taking them out.” She nods eagerly as he talks about his portraits, a big smile on her face. “I’d really love to see anything, really. I feel like there’s a lot to learn about an artist in his art, you know?”
“You had me at tacos.”
“I’m pretty sure I had you at that second shot of Patròn, actually. But tacos, that’s how I keep you interested.”
“See, I told you ironing clothes is more fun in your underwear.” She giggled. “Tacos sound perfect to me.”
“I daresay you’ve changed my entire life with this, Rosa. My whole life.” Fallon smirks, pulling her newly ironed shirt over her head. “And look, not a wrinkle in sight!”
“Eh, you gotta take it for what it is. The sand thing could have been avoided had you not ventured to the beach, but honestly living here, even if you avoid the beach the sand’s almost always in your sheets somehow. I hate it.”
“I never said I was on a beach,” Fallon counters with a grimace. “I stopped jogging on the beach a month ago and haven’t seen the shore in ages, and I’m still plagued with this sand.” Groaning, the brunette nods, her hands moving wildly as she speaks. “That’s what I’m talking about. In my sheets, on my couch, in my hair, everywhere. I just don’t get it.”