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🍉 ❛ so you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal. ❜ ― harry styles matilda

[grwnup]

sparrowmoore·:

oh , that did it . sparrow had always been an undetonated bomb , ever since they were a child . one tripped fuse and they were an eruption . the grip upon their pen tightened so hard that the plastic flew from their hand , clattering to the linoleum floor of the crashdown that was scuffed by shoe soles and dropped cutlery . “ you’re fucking joking . “ words were spoken with a beat of humourless laughter . “ you know what was your responsibility ?? taking care of us . but you went off to play house with horses and pigs . she needed you — “ every word spoken was an intentional dagger , sharpened to pierce right where it hurt ; malice was dripping from each sentence like venom , “ — and i needed you when i came back , but we’re all so hung up on hating one another that we forgot we have the same damn blood . this is bullshit , “ they had half a mind to tear up the will right where it laid , “ no , lyla jane , i don’t understand . please . enlighten me . “

*    🍉   lyla  knew  this  would  happen  at  some  point.  that  was  the  real  kicker.  it  didn’t  matter  or  occur  to  sparrow  that  she  had  already  taken  care  of  them---  for  years,  from  an  age  where  she  was  still  a  baby  herself.  but  that  wasn’t  what  the  other  recalled.  what  lyla  saw  before  her  now  wasn’t  her  parent’s  failings,  but  that  of  her  own.  while  sparrow  could  run  away  and  get  themself  into  untold  troubles,  lyla  doing  the  same  was  a  betrayal.  as  her  family  constantly  reminded  her,  having  a  life  for  herself  was  never  her  destiny.  there  was  NOTHING  left  to  give  and  yet  they  continued  to  demand  more.  when  the  pen  clattered  to  the  floor  there  wasn’t  so  much  a  flinch  to  her  eyes.  outbursts  were  all  too  common  in  her  past  that  they  hardly  had  any  effect  on  her  anymore.  ❛  i’m  not  going  to  fight  with  you  and  i  didn’t  come  here  to  hash  out  every  way  you  think  i’ve  failed.  you’re  a  fucking  adult...  ❜  she  slips.  lyla  was  trying  her  best  to  stay  calm  but  anger  was  an  unfortunate  problem  in  this  family  and  her  knuckles  were  turning  white.  ❛  me  taking  care  of  you  is  how  we  got  here,  sparrow.  where  the  idea  of  having  a  simple  fucking  conversation  with  a  family  member  has  you  exploding  in  public.  you  have  never,  ever... ❜  she  points  a  single,  pink  nail  at  her  sibling,  eyes  slowly  beginning  to  gloss  ❛  had  to  take  responsibility  for  anything  in  your  entire,  goddamn  life.  so  don’t  fucking  sit  there  and lecture  me.  you  ran  off  to  get  high  and  follow  some  piece  of  shit  down  to  texas.  i  went  and  got  a  job  and  tried  to  make  a  life  that  you  and  everyone  else  doesn’t  think  i  earned  or...  fuck---  DESERVE  !   ❜   she  shakes,  unaware  and  uncaring  of  how  loud  her  voice  has  become.    ❛   do  i  have  to  baby  you  until  i’m  six  feet  under?  just  so  you  can  spit  on  my  grave  instead  of  my  face  as  you’ve  always  done?  there’s  your  enlightenment  sparrow.  you  hate  more  than  any  of  us.  you  don’t  need  me.  you  just  don’t  wanna  grow  up. ❜

[grwnup]

strikercannon·:

they had known each other way back when , when the both of them were trailer trash and little else ; lyla had blossomed , built a life for herself from the rubble , whereas striker remained , burrowed beneath the trash like the raccoon of a male he was . it wasn’t just their beginnings that mirrored one another — they were both heavied with the burden of taking care of their siblings , of carrying the curse of a family name , of sacrificing their happiness , time and time again , for the benefit of those they loved . despite every waking thought being spent on whether his brothers were well , striker’s spirits remained high — although his eyes were spiderwebbed with wrinkles at the corners and his hair was shocked with silver , there was a juvenile innocence to his penchant for cows and total disregard for his own wellbeing . surrendering the car keys ( not that he had much of a choice ) , he spoke : “ well a’ight . just to warn you , my truck’s a bit of a mess .. it prob’ly ain’t what you’re used to , “ empty whiskey bottles , plaid shirts and a strange scent of livestock — striker cannon . clambering upon the bench of his pickup , the male twisted his lips at the thought of the hearts he had broken ; surely he didn’t hold such importance in the chests of anybody still living . georgia cannon , wherever she was , likely held a heart shattered by the absence of her sons , but where was she , and was there even air in her lungs to accompany the ache ?? . a hesitation . “ — you really think ‘m pretty ?? “ 

*    🍉   the  little  girl  that  had  grown  up  in  roswell  was  far  different  from  the  one  that  returned  a  little  less  than  a  year  before.  and  despite  how  much  her  past  still  walked  the  streets,  living  ghosts  haunting  lyla’s  every  corner,  she  was  still  determined  to  never  go  back.  as  a  girl,  sister,  and  pseudo  parent  she  had  given  those  ghosts  everything  she  could  and  they  hate  her  for  it  anyhow.  so  she’d  bury  them  and  live  as  if  it  had  been  her  and  her  alone  from  the  beginning  of  time.  no  parents  and  no  family.  she  was  a  sprite  born  from  sea  foam  and  sand.   lyla  guessed  that  was  the  real  difference  between  the  two  ranchers.  he  was  a  good  brother.  and  she  was  not  a  good  sister.  with  an  excited  puff  and  a  sudden,  strong  desire  for  an  unemptied  whiskey  bottle  and  mischief,  lyla  pulled  herself  up  into  the  pickup.  her  fingertips  spread  across  the  steering  wheel,  feeling  nine  feet  tall.  ❛  she’s  not  a  mess.  she’s  perfect !   sorry  but  not  sorry  to  mess  up  your  set  up.  ❜   she  smiled,  tongue  excitedly  pinched  between  her  teeth  as  she  arranged  the  mirrors  and  adjusted  the  seat.  lyla  nearly  didn’t  hear  his  question  as  she  reached  for  the  seatbelt.  hand  falling  back  in  her  lap,  she  gave  him  a  puzzled  look.  ❛  have  you  ever  known  me  to  lie?  ❜

[grwnup]

rhysevantaylor·:

Spotting Lyla up ahead, it was almost as though his prayers had been answered —- she was, quite possibly, the perfect person to be heading towards him right now. Okay, Rhys would have preferred it to be different circumstances, as always, but there wasn’t much that he could do about that. At the question that followed her reluctant agreement, a smirk appeared on his features, however, and then he shrugged his shoulders. “You can have whatever you like…” he answered her, approaching the hen once more.

*    🍉    ❛  whatever  i  like,  huh?  that’s  a  slippery  slope doctor.  i’m  gonna  need  some  options.  ❜   lyla  grinned,  pushing  up  her  hair  and  tying  it  back  with  a  scrunchie.  as  he  approached  the  hen,  lyla  held  out  an  arm  to  still  his  movements.  catching  a  chicken  was  an  art  form  that  required  a  whole  lotta  luck.  taking  a  quick  look  around  the  yard,  she  pointed  towards  the  side  where  the  house  met  the  fence.  ❛  getting  it  cornered  is  our  best  line  of  defense.  you  go  left,  i  go  right? ❜

[grwnup]

chibanao·:

“With this hat, about five, I’d say. Maybe seven.” He grinned. “Thank you, thank you. Spanking sounds like something a kid my age will get the wrong idea of, so let’s leave that for now,” he suggested. Chiba looked at the two of them with party hats in the mirror behind the bar, and his grin widened. “One dirty martini and one whiskey-cola,” he ordered, looking back at her. “So, anything else in that bag there that I should be afraid of?”

*    🍉   ❛  i’ll  take  it !  i’m  not  stingy.  and  please,  chiba.  i’m  seeing  someone,  you  know?  well,  i’m  in  a  way  seeing  someone.  so  it’s  nothing  like  that  but  i  promise  to  keep  my  hands  all  to  myself.  ❜  lyla  laughs,  not  sure  exactly  how  to  traverse  that  field  of  being  in  a  relationship,  non-relationship.  damn  that  striker.  upon  his  question  she  digs  back  into  the  bag.  unfortunately  because  of  running  late  to  work  earlier  that  morning,  she  didn’t  even  have  time  to  get  a  proper  card  and  envelope  to  stick  it  in.   ❛  oooohhhhh,  an  amazon  giftcard.  how  terrifying ~   ❜  she  chuckles  whilst  doing  her  best  ghost  impression.   ❛  fifty  big  ones  to  buy  whatever  you  actually  want. ❜

[grwnup]

sparrowmoore·:

i’m very happy . whether the comment was taken out of context or not , it stung like an arrow to the heart . any reminder that their misery wasn’t , in fact , hereditary ( an argument they had clung onto , a bittersweet comfort ) was something sparrow ran from , finding it an easier pill to swallow accepting they were condemned from the beginning rather than cursed through bad decisions and circumstance . niceties weren’t common for the little bird , and yet lyla’s words were met with a choked : “ thank you . “ even if the trailer was filled with the ghosts of their childhood , the microwave meals and the hiding from their father , it was a roof over their head — they couldn’t complain , knowing the alternative would have been living out their days on the roswell streets or crashing at the radio station on those starless winter nights . “ big sister privilege mean that you can deal with any backlash from the other two , not that i think there’ll be any . who wants a musty ass trailer anyway ?? none of us are gonna end up with diamonds , a huge inheritance or a priceless family heirloom , no matter how hard we try . “

*    🍉   big  sister  privilege.  something  lyla  had  a  little  bit  too  much  of  in  her  lifetime.  details  of  a  life  in  a  crumbling  home  with  a  father  whose  temper  was  more  than  just  raging  all  part  of  that  privilege  she  desperately  wished  to  forget.   ❛  actually,  sparrow...   ❜  eyes  finally  look  up,  dragging  themselves  away  from  the  café  decor  with  calm  determination.  to  let  such  privileges  be  once  again  placed  upon  her,  however  innocently done,  would  be  insulting  to  the  woman  she  has  become.   ❛  i  won’t  be  doing  that.  you  want  the  trailer,  so  you  should  relay  that  news  to  the  others.  you  can  tell  them  i  gave  you  the  go  ahead,  that’s  fine,  but  it’s  your  responsibility-----   not  mine.  i  may  be  the  big  sister  but  that  doesn’t  mean  you’re  little.  i  hope  you  understand.   ❜

[grwnup]

poppydupont·:

        “Don’t remind me of anything when it comes to Cannons. I’ve seen way too much. Trust me, way too much. I mean, working with Striker.. I can only imagine how that is.” Some images she’d never ever be able to delete from her mind and what was worse, the power of reviving them was incredibly strong. Even these days, whenever she’d be called down to the E.R., she was hoping it wouldn’t be because of the Cannons. However, she couldn’t deny the fact that brothers were charming. In their own way. “I’m scared of chickens, how about that?” The woman laughed upon her confession. “Just the other day I had to mentally prepare myself so I could meet a rooster,” another laugh, though Lyla’s words.. Poppy was anything but perfect. 

*    🍉   ❛ okay,  okay,  okay !  you  got  it  miss  poppy.  no  more  cannon  talk.  but  you  are  completely  right  about  that.  working  with  striker,  well,  it’s  never  boring.  him  and  i  get  into  a  lot  of  trouble  and  always  make  quite  the  mess.  i  personally  love  it,  but  you  definitely  get  the  worse  of  them,  i  bet.  ❜  lyla  smiles,  feet  continuing  their  peaceful  splashing  in  the  water.  even  though  lyla  didn’t  faint  at  the  sight  of  injuries  or  blood,  she  did  occasionally  get  a  little  dizzy  watching  shows  like  greys  anatomy.  never  in  her  life  did  she  ever  wish  to  be  a  doctor  or  nurse  which  made  poppy  as  close  to  an  angel  on  earth  in  the  rancher’s  eyes.   ❛  well,  chickens  can  be  pretty  damn  terrifying  so  i  understand  that.  ❜   lyla  chuckles,  reminiscing  the  countless  times  she  had  to  chase  them  around  and  back  into  their  coops.   ❛  once  you  learn  how  to  hold  them  though,  they  become  a  little  less  scary.  but  only  a  little.  ❜

[grwnup]

rhysevantaylor·:

for: @roswellstarters· location: around lunar crescent

The whole thing was ridiculous and the expression on his face was only becoming more and more frustrated as the seconds ticked by. Rhys had days where things similar to this happened, but it was usually over pretty quickly, he’d dart past the gate, make a grab for the escape livestock and have them back in his backyard in less than a minute. Today, however, it felt as though he’d been chasing this particular hen around and around the cul-de-sac for over half an hour. He’d stopped to take a breath, hands on his knees, leaning down slightly, when he spotted someone. “You can help or you can laugh… but help really would be preferred…” he offered, smile on his face weak.

*    🍉    it  was  quite  the  show.  as  the  animal-handler  down  at  puhlman  ranch,  lyla  jane  had  her  fair  share  of  run-ins  with  runaway  hens  and  knew  how  insanely  frustrating  it  could  be.  and  yet  she  couldn’t  hold  in  her  laugh  at  watching  rhys,  who  always  seemed  so  well  put  together  even  during  the  drunk  rendezvous  they  shared  at   the  wild  pony,  running  around  so  silly  like  with  a  crouched  frame  and  extended  arms.  ❛  okay,  okay... ❜  lyla  sing-songs,  doing  her  best  to  stifle  the  laughs  that  threatened  passage  from  her  lips.  ❛  and  what  do  i  get  in  return  for  my  help?  ❜  the  woman  teases,  a  natural  flirt,  though  unintentionally,  who  had  every  intention  of  helping  without  the  need  of  a  reward. 

[grwnup]

ryansnchz·:

“I just need some directions, that’s all,” Ryan reassured, her eyes glancing around at her surroundings for a moment before falling back onto the other. “Would you happen to know how to get to the supermarket? I need to pick up a couple things before it closes and can’t seem to find my way.”

*    🍉   ❛  oh  well  sure,  directions  are  easy. ❜   though  an  enthusiastic  smile  quickly  faded  upon  the  location  the  other  was  hoping  to  find.  roswell  was  slightly  bigger  than  most  people  realized  and  while  some  things  were  closer  together,  some  things  weren’t. ❛  the  supermarket  is  about  a  fifteen  minute  drive  from  where  we  are...  i  wouldn’t  even  know  how  long  that’d  be  on  foot.  do  you  have  a  car? ❜  

[grwnup]

strikercannon·:

sacrifice marled the relationship striker had with his siblings . he adored the boys , the men that had grown and bloomed into superior versions of himself , flushing out the worst parts of stephen cannon that had dripped into his first born son , diluted through the second , and had finally been purified by lance . there was no shortage of grin-inducing anecdotes — times that , to those who were unaware of the turmoils of tennesse living , would have warranted concern — that both him and lyla would bond over ; although the blonde and the ( grey-streaked ) brunette had grown in poverty , their lives had splintered into the most polarising of outcomes . there was a glint of knowledge in those empathetic looks , both individuals carrying the burdens of being the oldest sibling , lugging around regret and responsibility throughout the decades since . “ it’s how you know i ain’t dead yet . if i ever stop flirtin’ , that’s cause t’ worry . something ain’t right if i stop throwin’ gross comments about , “ wiry legs hopped down from the fence , a palm slapping against the back of his pants to rid his jeans of any remnant of bull . a sly smile , a cock of his head at the words , “ pretty boy ?? well , i ain’t heard that in a long time . you’re on . we takin’ my truck to the pony or you gonna chauffeur me ?? “ 

*    🍉    lyla  tries  not  to  let  the  thoughts  linger  too  far  into  self  doubt  and  hatred.  thoughts  that  maybe  her  father  had  been  right  in  calling  her  a  poor  excuse  of  a  daughter  and  older  sister.  thoughts  that  maybe  sparrow  wouldn’t  have  run  off  if  lyla  had  correctly  done  her  duties  in  taking  care  of  her  younger  siblings. or  thoughts  that  maybe  if  she  had  been  better  then  her  family  wouldn’t  be  as  fucked  up  as  it  was.  instead  they  would’ve  been  like  the  cannons.  a  family  that  actually  liked  each  other.  with  bright  pink  nails,  she  pushes  those  thoughts  from  her  mind  as  quickly  as  she  could;  each  digit  running  down  through  long  strands  to  detangle  them  from  the  slightly  windy  day.   ❛  didn’t  realize  you  were  quite  the  hound  dog,  striker.  flirting  like  that,  there  must  be  so  many  women  with  broken  hearts  running  around  here.  are  you  gonna  break  mine  as  well? ❜  lyla  teases,  smiling  to  herself  as  she  reaches  striker  and  digs  out  his  truck  keys  from  his  back  pocket.  ❛  oh,  the  prettiest.  and  both.  knowing  you,  you’ll  drain  me  of  my  every  penny  and  letting  me  drive  your  truck  is  the  least  you  can  do  after  nearly  giving  me  a  heart  attack.  ❜  

[grwnup]

poppydupont·:

          “Oh, don’t even mention me the Cannons. I’ve seen way too much of them during my internship. If it weren’t for all of them being together in the E.R. as patients, then they were running through the hallways because of the one who was actually a patient.” Poppy didn’t know much about the Cannons, not really, but she admired the bond between the siblings. To her it seemed as if they would die for each other.. that kind of bond that was. “Oh, I know how to ride a horse,” she smiled at Lyla, “but I just haven’t done it in ages.. and now, I think I should go back to it. However, I’ll definitely need all the support I can get, Lyla.” 

*    🍉  lyla  laughs  loudly,  knowing  exactly  what  poppy  meant.  anyone  who  knew  them  cannon  boys  knew  they  were  fun  trouble  who  had  numbers  911  must  have  memorized  by  now.     ❛  please  tell  me  you’ve  seen  that  cute,  little  weird  scar  right  on  his  left  butt  cheek?  i  swear  to  god  it  looks  just  like  a  candy  cane.  ❜   lyla  shakes  her  head,  only  imagining  how  much  chaos  him  and  his  brothers  must’ve  caused  at  the  hospital.    ❛  what  can’t  you  do?  i  swear  you  are  perfection,  poppy.  i’d  be  so  honored  to  be  your  supportive  barbie. ❜  

[grwnup]

sparrowmoore·:

even if sparrow got what they wanted , what use was a shitty old trailer and a few worn-out hundreds that had been stuffed behind the couch for a rainy day ?? existing as a moore , coming into this world on the breadline and never once straying from the tightrope , meant that they were more than used to having nothing — losing their mother would just be a fresh nothingness to adapt to , all in a day’s work for sparrow . they had lost the love of their siblings , their partner , a life of riches and freedom ; they never had much luck gripping onto the things they adored , and so it had always been an inevitability that their mother would slip through the gaps in their fingers too . dark eyes cast down to the paperwork , eyeliner smudged in the corners , they finally spoke : “ .. is it unreasonable to ask for the trailer ?? i mean , that’s kind of my home now too .. “ out of the four they were the only one still holed up in their family ‘ home ‘ , with peeling wallpaper and no fixed address . tripp’s trailer park was hardly the hamptons but , to sparrow , it was all they had left .

 *    🍉     eyes  finally  fall  upon  her  near  spitting  image.  lyla  had  forgotten  how  alike  they  looked  and  it  was  nearly  jarring.  hours  of  her  life  were  spent  staring  into  those  features.  wiping  boogers,  braiding  their  hair,  just  staring  into  wide,  baby  sparrow  hues  in  awe  of  having  a  younger  sibling.  now  lyla  tears  her  eyes  away,  taking  in  the  scenery  of  the  café  as  if  lyla  didn’t  come  here  once  a  week  for  a  latte.   ❛ no  it’s  not  unreasonable. ❜   a  sigh,  deep  and  heavy  carries  the  words.  while  she  had  known  sparrow  was  living  there  to  take  care  of   her  mother,  lyla  hadn’t  been  aware  sparrow  had  no  other  place  to  go.  older  sisterly  guilt  popping  into  her  stomach  ---  lyla  having  to  force  it  down.  ❛ take  the  trailer,  sparrow.  i  have  my  own  place  that  i’m  very  happy  with  and  ---  ❜  i  don’t  want  those  tear  soaked  carpets  and  memory  stained  walls  ❛  it’ll  do  well  in  your  hands.  ❜

[grwnup]

ryansnchz·:

location — literally anywhere .

open to everyone .

         Despite only being in town for seven days, the brunette hadn’t given it much thought when her phone died during her shift— assuming that she could easily find her way home on foot. Only, the streets looked foreign to her when being masked by the night. Ryan had managed to make it a couple feet down the road and the realization hit immediately, she had no idea where she was going. Admitting early defeat, light eyes scanned around for anyone in sight.

“Sorry to bother,” lips spreading into a soft smile when her eyes landed on her possible savior for the night. “Think you can do me a favor?”

*    🍉  ear  pods  in,  lyla  was  lost  in  the  jams  of  ariana  grande  while  on  one  of  her  daily  evening  runs.  though  she  had  planned  to  get  in  a  couple  of  miles,  the  humidity  from  an  upcoming  thunderstorm  had  drenched  her  in  sweat  and  drained  nearly  all  the  energy  from  her  core  after  only  twenty  minutes  of  warming  up.  when  a  woman  locked  eyes  with  her,  mouth  slowly  opening  to  speak,  lyla  was  thankful  for  the  chance  to  catch  her  breath.  pulling  out  an  ear  bud,  she  tilted  her  head  to  hear  the  question.    ❛ well  i  suppose  it  depends  on  the  favor,  but  i  can  definitely  try.  ❜  

[grwnup]

poppydupont·:

           “Right?” She joined Lyla’s laughter knowing perfectly well what she was talking about. It was a never-ending battle - to fight for the mother Earth only to inevitably be surrounded by plastics everywhere one would look. And Poppy tried, she really tried to be responsible and eco friendly, but it was harder than one could imagine. “No, I would have just ruined your performance, but if you ever want that, give me a call,” the brunette teased before she continued. “I stopped by for a drink with some friends from work and as you know, it’s never just one drink.. though, good I ran into you today. I’ve been meaning to stop by the ranch one of these days. Haven’t ridden a horse in ages, so the time’s come to change that.”

*    🍉   ❛  right !  ❜  lyla  jane  says  in  sing-song  before  taking  another  sip  of  her  drink  and  setting  the  glass  down.   slowly,  lyla  gently  lowers  herself  fully  into  the  water.  her  skin  thankful  to  be  cooled  down  from  the  hot,  new  mexico  sun.  dipping  her  hair  back,  she  smiles  before  wadding  up  to  poppy,  arms  crossed  upon  the  ledge. ❛  nonsense.  you  could  never  ruin  it.  karaoke  is  for  bad  singers,  not  for  the  adeles  and  beyoncés,  okay?  so  next  time,  i  will  definitely  give  you  that  call.  ❜  playfully,  lyla  splashes  some  water  in  the  direction  of  poppy,  though  not  too  strongly.  just   a  simple  tease  from  the  rancher.  ❛  boy,  do  i  know.  striker  just  about  had  me  black  out  last  week  with  his  stupid  drinking games.  but  you  are  always  welcome  at  the  ranch  poppy.  riding  a  horse  is  easy.  i  would  take  good  care  of  you.  ❜

[grwnup]

strikercannon·:

most older brothers taught their younger siblings how to ride a bike , how to change a tire , how to kiss girls or unclip bras in record time ; striker hadn’t taught his younger siblings any of that , but how to ride bulls and tip cows ?? well , those steps had always been at the top of their agenda . at the ripe old age of forty-one ( or , if asked , a hard thirty ) there was barely a bone he hadn’t broken in some wild , ass-over-face tragedy , and every bruise and snap came with a story that left the listeners either howling with laughter or cringing in disbelief . a dimpled smirk hung crooked at his lips , a painting hung by an unsteady nail . “ you really don’ want me in there , do you , blondie ?? if you keep up this bullshit a guy outta think you like ‘im . “ or perhaps , more realistically , lyla was reluctant to scrape up the remnants of striker cannon from the inside of a bull pen , collecting scraps of plaid shirt and alligator-skin boots from the hooves of the huffing beast . “ an’ how could i say no to that pretty face ?? if i get outta here right now , walk away like i got an ounce o’ sense , you owe me a beer . “ 

*    🍉     lyla  could  recall  well  the  hundreds  of  stories  striker  had  reminisced  as  they  herded  cattle,  atop  their  steady  steeds  beneath  the  blazing  sun.  each  one  either  leaving  her  in  awe  or  with  a  stomachache.  stories  of  injuries,  pranks,  and  life  with  his  younger  siblings.  as  an  older  sister  herself,  the  responsibilities  she  held  were  far  different  from  the  fun  shenanigans  striker  was  able  to  share  with  his  brothers.  changing  diapers,  bathing  her  siblings,  packing  their  lunches,  driving  them  to  school  or  practice  or  to  a  friend’s  house  ---  about  everything  their  parents  should've  done.  striker  was  the  embodiment  of  the  type  of  person  she  wished  she  was,  and  his  relationship  with  his  siblings  was  the  type  she  wished  to  have.  but  for  now,  lyla,  blonde  as  can  be,  remained  outside  of  the  bull  pen  in  her  comfortable  life.    ❛  god,  striker.  only  you  would  try  to  flirt  at  a  time  like  this. ❜  lyla  jumped  off  the  railing,  sticking  her  phone  back  into  her  pocket  (  now  relieved  to  not  be  needing  it  ).   ❛  i  will  happily  get  you  a  beer.  now  swing  back  over  while  you  still  can,  pretty  boy.  ❜

[grwnup]

chibanao·:

Chiba laughed at the reveal of the party hats, shaking his head with amusement, he reached forward and snatched the kid’s hat out of her hands, putting it on his head and attaching the strap to under his nose instead of under his chin - certain the latter would mean killing himself within the hour. “See, works perfect, you have to wear one as well, of course, I won’t be made a fool of… alone,” he offered with a grin. “Drinks, Lyla, what do you want?”

*    🍉     laughter  spills  over  the  sounds  of  a  poor,  karaoke  rendition  of  bon  jovi  filling  the  bar  behind  them.  lyla  immediately  following  suit,  sticking  the  swirl  of  rainbow  colors  perfectly  atop  platinum  blonde  strands  and  securing  the  small  elastic  beneath  her  nose.    ❛ your  wish  is  my  command,  birthday  brat.  how  do  i  look?  because  you  look  fantastic... not  a  day  over ---  how  old  are  you  again?  i  gotta  know  for  those  birthday  spankings  later.  roswell  traditions. ❜  adjusting  the  strap  once  more,  fingertips  slightly  tap  to  feather  out  her  disturbed  makeup  before  lyla  turns  towards  the  bar  keep.    ❛ a  dirty  martini,  always. ❜

[grwnup]

poppydupont·:

             “Jesus, Lyla, you should be banned for being in a pool and talking to us mere mortals,” her words were followed by a smile as Poppy deeply envied the woman on the fact she was in a pool. All Poppy could was to imagine herself lying in the pool, but it looked like she’d end up sitting on the kitchen tiles under the A/C. “You think they should do it? They are the one that caused it in the first place - them, their industries and their thirst for money.” It was the same in every corner of the world. Industries were funding the government, lobbying for their own goals.. just thinking about it was giving Poppy a headache. “By the way, Lyla, saw you the other night on karaoke.. never knew you could hit all of those ABBA’s high tones.” 

*    🍉   lyla  waved  a  hand,  quickly  swallowing  a  sip  of  her  beverage,   ❛ hush,  poppy. ❜  the  woman  chuckles,  flicking  some  water  up  with  a  pointed  toe.  ❛  well  damn,  i  guess  you’re  right.  i  still  try  to  do  my  part,  you  know?  vegan,  sustainable  clothing...  unplug  the  phone  charger  when  my  phone’s  finished  charging...  even  use  those  little  paper  straws  that  become  mush  before  i  can  even  finish  my  drink.  not  sure  it’s  doing  much  when  those  industries  are  still  wreaking  havoc.  how  depressing  ! ❜  such  things  lyla  tried  not  to  ponder  on  too  much.  there  wasn’t  much  that  she,  alone,  could  do  besides  hope  and  pray  there’d  still  be  an  earth  for  her  future  generations.  luckily,  the  conversation  pivoted  into  something  far  more  joyful.  lyla  perking  back  up.  ❛ you  should  have  joined  me  on  stage  or  at  least  said  hello  or  something.  i  would’ve  loved  doing  a  duet  with  you.  ❜

[grwnup]

sparrowmoore·:

the moore family were far past greetings . in all honesty , it was a miracle they hadn’t crashed back into each other’s lives in a screaming fit — sitting opposite each other , silent , was better than clawing at the eyes of their older sister or grabbing fistfuls of blonde hair , making a scene like they were so often used to . growing up , in those glimpses of their parents’ relationship before their father abandoned his gaggle of unwanted children , sparrow had watched as arguments were solved by throwing plates and smashing heads into walls ; in their adulthood , and with their own questionable relationship under their belt , it seemed the only way to reach progress was to raise their voice and scream to the heavens . sliding the document across the table , chipped black fingernails tapped at the details of the legal documentation . “ i thought it would be best to go through this with the only sibling who seems to have their head screwed on straight . mama wants to split everything between us — “ a tap to their names , listed in order of birth , on the beneficiary line , “ — which is ridiculous . how can you split a dollar four ways ?? “ 

*    🍉     ❛  not  a  bad  idea, ❜   though  the  animal  handler  didn’t  quite  believe  any  part  of  her  platinum  blonde  head  was  screwed  on  well.  but  if  her  childhood  taught  her  one  thing  it  was  to  fake  it  until  you  made  it.  with  a  sigh,  lyla’s  eyes  focus  intently  upon  the  document  pushed  into  view   ---  a  pink  tipped  manicure  flipping  through  the  pages,  each  line  egging  on  a  migraine.  money,  the  house,  the  car,  art,  and  other  appliances... her  mother’s  life  simply  printed  in  black  and  white.  the  only  thing  this  world  seeming  to  care  about  being  her  possessions  while  the  remnants  of  her  actual  life  and  well-being  wasted  away.  whereas  it  was  all  the  last  thing  lyla  wanted.  what  was  possessions  to  a  life  without  her  mom?   ❛  in  quarters,  sparrow.  in  quarters.  ❜  lyla  pushes  the  documents  away,  slumping  back  into  the  café  chair.   ❛  whatever  you  and  the  others  want,  you  can  have.  whatever  is  left...  i  can  take.  i  don’t  want  any  of  this  to  be  complicated.  ❜