𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦

[fionaohara]

task #005: the colors of fiona o’hara (pt. 2, the many)

did you think just once color could define such a girl? she cannot be contained, at least not easily. and it’s impossible to describe her with just one hue. she’s red hot. she’s vibrant orange and sweet, soft yellow. green green green, clutters her home and her workplace and her eyes. she’s blue, oh so blue at least on the inside where she’ll never let anyone in— not without kind words or a battering ram. she is brought, she is loud. she feels too much and you may say hides too little. she is multifaceted, many faces, many feelings. and while she can blend in, her mouth spills out color. too many to count.

[fionaohara]

task #005: the colors of fiona o’hara (pt. 1, the neutrals)

she easy. she is carefree. she is safe. there is a subdued part of fiona that often gets phased out; an ease about her that is overlooked by the chaos that spills out of her mouth. she doesn’t judge, she doesn’t worry. relaxation. chill. why fret? she can’t seem to find a reason. she is timeless, classic, and adaptable. a chameleon in many ways. if she’s not your cup of tea, then how do you like your coffee? both cool and warm, she can fit any mold— except maybe the one she made for herself.

[fionaohara]

eastonwilliams​:

“It’s like you don’t know me,” he laughs, “I’d probably do anything you ask.” There weren’t many people, other than Fiona, that took a conversation in a completely different, unexpected direction every time they spoke. “You’re open to Hell if Satan is somewhat sexy? What could Satan’s potential sexiness possibly to for you while you’re burnin’?” He furrowed his brows. “Alright. So that leaves reincarnation and Heaven. If you were to reincarnate, what would you wanna reincarnate as?”

“I don’t wanna be pushy and abuse your kindness though,” she huffed, hiding a smile, “I want it to be spontaneous. Better yet, subliminal.” His question made her grin, knowing just how ridiculous she sounded. He still entertained the absurdity. “I know God isn’t sexy. And Jesus is probably a little sexy but overall, a potentially a prude. If the devil is sexy, I’d much rather rot with him, wouldn’t you?” Tapping her chin, Fiona pondered. “Best case scenario? A cat probably. They sleep and they’re lazy but we accept it. What about you?”

[lyladonahue-deactivated20200620]

“Lord knows I am not in the mood for this,” she groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose to relieve the tension headache that had been pounding with fury the entire day. “Just tell me what you have to tell me and let’s get this over with.”

@frostfordstart​

[fionaohara]

“Do you maybe have an extra...” her voice got softer, looking down at her feet in childlike shame, “An extra fire extinguisher? You see... I’m trying to bake and I just doubt my skills and senses— did the same thing last week and didn’t have much luck. Help a neighbor out?”

[emmettkimball]

“You know I haven’t been tubin’ on that river for ages. C’mon, let’s get the crew gathered up, strap some of those tubes together, grabs a few coolers and spend a Saturday gettin’ lost.”

@frostfordstart​

[fionaohara]

“I’m in but... We could always make it a bit better and turn tubing into cabrewing. Grab your boats, grab your booze, and make it a grand ol’ time.”

[noramcdowell]

“Realistically speaking.. do you think it’s too late to take a loan out for some enhancements and become the next Dollie Parton?”

@frostfordstart​

[fionaohara]

“Hmmmmm.Maybe? You have the look— especially once you get those “enhancements”. But do you have the charisma and the talent of Miss Dolly?”

[ethanxwang]

“So pi… thoughts?”

@frostfordstart​

[fionaohara]

“Depends on the pie, depends on the season, y’know? Wait do you mean...?”

[fionaohara]

azrapls​:

“i mean, if i tell you it’s pathetic i’d be saying everyone who did is and i don’t think that’s true. i’m just surprised you’re not already scooped up.” 

“it’s not necessarily untrue though, is it? i have no shame, so i don’t mind. i want to appear modest, please don’t make me take the bait.”

[fionaohara]

create you own / inspired by <3 

[fionaohara]

make your own cheeky character <3

[fionaohara]

natzelimartinez‌:

“risk my entire reputation to bust out a goat? absolutely i do, why are we still standing here?”

“are we..... are we going to get the goat? honestly, you have an entire career, i’ve got nothing. wait, no— i can get the grass!”

[fionaohara]

📱 text → fiona

anna: i'm definitely commissioning your help!!

anna: i haven't even found a place yet, but i found the CUTEST floral wall idea on pinterest

anna: oh gosh, replanting is where i fail and end up ruining them all

fiona: if you pay me, i'll do all the work

fiona: once we have the place settled

fiona: you have to promise to talk to them though

fiona: i'll be the plant nanny and they'll be cool with me but they wanna hear from mommy

[fionaohara]

lvcaferraro‌:

“Whoa, whoa, easy. Magic in the kitchen, obviously. Definitely no magic in the bedroom for people who don’t wanna give out their first name. Maybe that makes me a prude, but I gotta stick to my guns on this one. Mama didn’t raise no floozy. Okay, only problem is I’m not a bartender, and there’s no McDonald’s around here. So as much as I think you deserve that perfect date, I just don’t know if I’ll be able to make that happen. Unless you have a plan B. There’s always Operation.”

“I know you don’t know me but I feel like you know me. And the fact that you assumed that I was wanting to make magic is hurtful. And here I thought fate was real and confirmed by you. My heart will go on, aching for its true other half. You could drop you name first, stranger. I can settle for beer and I’m willing to bet you make a mean MockDonald’s but I won’t beg. As long as I’m drunkenly playing Operation, I’ll be pleased. 

[mrsjolenedyer]

@fionaohara​

“I think it’s blue!” Why she was sitting in this cafe trying to guess the other woman’s favorite color was beyond her. Too many shower beers this morning. “Am I right?”

[fionaohara]

Fiona shrugged, smirk twitching at the corner of her lips. “Do you think it’s blue? Like are you absolutely certain or is your clairvoyance failing you?”

[fionaohara]

trcilertrxsh‌:

“I’m your girl,” Babs tells her with a smile. “What other songs do you like to do at karaoke? And what’s the worst performance you’ve ever seen?”

Her words pulled a smile to Fiona’s face. “Depends on my mood, y’know? Some days I love shocking the other patrons and belting out Alanis Morissette— especially if I’m mad. Good nights, it’s 80s hits. And then I’m not even singing, I’m enthusiastically screaming.” Thinking back on her nights, she grinned. “There was this guy who came out one night... I think he was in town for the night on a road trip or something. And he sang Who Let The Dogs Out and I swear, if I died after that performance I would be at peace.”

[fionaohara]

taylorxwoodhouse‌:

Taylor listened as she put the two racks of ribs in the buggy, laughing along with her. “I couldn’t never pick the best watermelon-all of them are either too sweet or a little too sour. I can never find a perfect watermelon.” she said with a sigh and a shake of her head. “Oh it is-sometimes I have to make three batches of ribs just so I have enough for everyone in my family.”

“Next time you have a good ol’ barbecue and need some watermelon, call me and I’ll take you shopping. I can pick out all the produce and leave you very pleased,” she grinned, “We’ll say it’s my superpower.” Fiona’s eyes widened at the numbers she was spewing. “Damn? Three batches? You have a big family?”

[fionaohara]

rayleighsheps‌:

“Oh I can only imagine,” Rayleigh replied with a short laugh, “My dad just tells them he needs flowers for my mom, pretty sure Annie already knows what she likes so he doesn’t have to.” It was cute, her dad always gave her mom flowers once a month and a bigger bouquet on  birthdays or other special holidays. “I wish, unfortunately if I mute them then I can’t appropriately slide in the occasional comment so they don’t think I’m ignoring them.”

“That sounds about right,” she laughed, thinking about some of her regulars and how most of the time, the men had a usual arrangement. It was sweet, it was minimal effort, but Fiona couldn’t help but smile every time a doting lover came in. “That’s fair. I feel like they mostly just want to hear themselves talk and if you’re submissive, they’re pleased but god— I couldn’t do what you do. Do you ever wanna snap? Or drink?”