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Good time of day my beloveds...it is AUGUST! which means july is over and my hiatus is up!
i decided i needed to cleanse the energy of my online space. that means...this blog is now an archive!
you may find my new main multi @heartsbreaking and my sideblogs to that blog are @toomagic & @heroeslogic !
my queue on this blog runs out on tuesday, so things will remain queued here until then. as long as we remain mutuals i will be continuing most (if not all) threads on the new blog!
"Why not? Maybe they'll be charmed by the disgruntled and flustered vibes that we have going on."
"that's a lot of things they might be, and i still don't want them to be any of those things." okay, maybe she wouldn't mind them being charmed by her and ryder, but she really would like to avoid having to call for help. "i will not be in a compromising position in front of a hot firefighter!" savannah exclaimed, but she was laughing anyway.
joelle's always happy to see either one of both of the floyd siblings especially when they had all this great news to celebrate. it had been a while since she had had anything to really celebrate with the people she cared about .. so she was more than happy to throw herself into celebrating gracie at least low key celebrating.
" hey, gracie. " joelle smiles, wide and proud of the young woman in front of her, laughing when she watches her slide her phone into her pocket .. already smarter than mav. excitement whirls up inside her once more as she put up the small chalkboard that usually describes the new drink of the week or month, " well there's this new drink celebrating this amazingly talented woman .. "
on the chalkboard in big and bubbled font was the name the graceful gimlet ..
her eyes widened as joelle brought out the chalkboard. she'd been having a lot of fun being the center of attention, but this certainly took the cake. "oh my god!" she fought the urge to run around the bar and give her a hug. "this is so cool! i've never had my own drink!" most people hadn't, she figured.
"thank you, joelle! you're literally the best." she happened to love gimlets too. they were one of the drinks she'd 'leveled up' to when she'd gotten around to not ordering tequila lemonades at every bar she went to. really that was what maturing was: just not drinking like a college student at a frat party. "i'd like to order one of those." she'd probably order more than one actually. "remind me to take a picture of the board before i leave, okay?" she figured she'd probably remember, but she did a better job of remembering when she voiced the thought out loud.
˖ ⭑₊˚ He shook his head immediately, leaning back and away from the desk where he stood – ' no, not expecting it. Pretty confident we can avoid one actually – ' the dark haired man jowled. His brain was ticking into that place he went when he got to be the expert strategist he was. The quiet whilst it happened was appreciated. His whole body turned to face Madani and his arms folded over his midriff. For a second, he contemplated stopping there, keeping things peaceful whilst there was the possibility that they could keep the peace. She wasn't a civillian though. It didn't take more than a second to reconfirm with himself that Madani would keep a level head if thats what it took to do her job. Frank raised an eyebrow and gruffed a low, rumbling chuckle – ' but if things go bad, I got this feeling they ain't gonna go down easy. '
dinah would have loved it if they could have one case they worked on together where things didn't get messy. of course, she and frank wouldn't be working together if the situation wasn't likely to go south. they'd learned that by now. "noted," she huffed. "if we can avoid a firefight that would be the best possible outcome," dinah knew that he knew that though. she wished she could bring a team in on this, containing the situation without escalating it might be easier with more than two people. she knew frank wouldn't like that and she trusted his instincts on this case. "it never does go down easy with you," she commented. "you have any other intel?"
He wasn't always the most comfortable talking about his dad. It usually brought his mood down, and just the mood of everyone down. He also knew talking about his dad tended to bring down the mood, and he hated doing that because it sucked. And he did his best to not talk about it, which probably wasn't the healthiest, but what else was he supposed to? There was only an option to just not talk about his dad.
He gave a shrug, "I don't know," he knew. He knew that he could. "I don't want to be a pest to them." It was a relatively small community, rodeo was. Small when you were good and everyone knew your name, and the announcers were the ones who coined his nickname in the first place. There was a small sigh, "I think I'm thinking to much about this."
When she brought up them talking about it after his ride he considered it, it could work. The issue would be the multi day thing, "We'd have to get them agree to it for each day I compete." Dodge competed in one main event, Saddle Bronc, it was not his only event, but it was what he was known for, and his dad. Additionally, if he did well he'd be going through multiple days of competition. "If I ask, will you be there with me?"
"i don't think you are," livia assured him. overthinking was one thing, but when it came to things like this livia figured the amount of thought he was putting into it was justified. she also understood the sentiment of not wanting to be a bother. she didn't want the judges to skew how they judged dodge because they asked them not to bring up a subject.
she moved her hand to his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "of course i'll be there," livia would be by his side no matter what. if he wanted her there physically when he asked, then that was where she would be. "you can practice asking on me too. we can try and work through all the ways they might respond." there were ways they could prepare. even if things didn't go the way they wanted them to, they'd be ready for any possible outcome and have a dignified response ready no matter what.
"it's worth trying, even if it doesn't work out, you'll at least know that you tried to control the situation."
truthfully, the cerulean haired princess had only ever dreamed of a moment like this. surrounded by racks upon racks of clothes with someone as eager to peruse them as she was. because of course she loved her friends, but none of them truly held the same passion for clothes, for their 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘, their intricacies as blair appeared to. ❛ there’s so much to choose from, ( it's like a 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ) : how are you so far ahead ? ❜ light chuckle chimed from crimson lips, heeled footfalls finally catching up to the other. ❛ well, now you just have to show me ! ❜
"i saw something i just had to see and forgot to circle back," blair admitted. it was a mistake, she might have missed something she'd really loved, but knowing her she'd meticulously skim the racks again before they left. "look at this!" she shifted some of the clothes from one arm to the other so she could lift out a deep brick red gown. the light hit the fabric just right and it looked like shimmering rubies were woven into it. "you have got to try this on."
Mickey isn't sure he has the right to say he's surprised by Gracie's question. He was the one who broached the subject of his family; he offered up his mom and her missing Gracie and now he's standing in the parking lot like an idiot, unsure of how he should answer.
"Uh, good," he says haltingly, his thoughts racing too fast for his mouth to keep up with, which just makes it sound like a bad lie. "We all got together a month or two ago. My dad's thinking of retiring." It had made him and his siblings laugh. For one, it didn't feel like his dad was old enough to do that sort of thing. For another, none of them could imagine his dad calling it quits on his career.
"Elena's growing like a weed," Mickey tacks on, finding it easier to share some benign comment about his niece. It hurts, he realizing, that Gracie wasn't there to weigh in on the probability of his dad's maybe retirement, or share in the excitement over Maria moving her family back to Miami, or to field the weird guilt that Mickey's facing as he's now the only sibling away from the city they were raised in.
gracie finally pocketed her necklace, the cold metal having warmed to the temperature of her palm and making her aware of just how nervous she really felt. "that's really nice," she meant it, but the statement still felt a little hollow when it came out of her mouth. she missed his family and how much fun they were. as hard as she tried not to think about it, she had been wondering what they were all up to.
she didn't have to try to come up with something that rang more genuine though. instead she had to filter through everything she'd tried not to think about and say something that didn't give him that impression. "is elena taller than me yet? if she is i'll have to send her a card." it wouldn't be hard to be taller than her, most people were, but last time she'd seen elena, gracie still had some height on her.
He let out a little laugh, "You didn't interrupt anything. Its just Table Tennis, honestly they may be doing replays of it for days." He had no idea what sports would be on next, but he was pretty sure these TVs only played events that were going on, or replays of them depending on the time an athlete happened to stumble down to the area, much like Art and Gracie were doing now.
"Nice to meet you as well." He could see it now that he knew what sport she was, it was pretty obvious. Him you could pull a sport out of a hat and could fairly guess it. "That's the vault, bars, floor and beam one right?" Art may not be the most skilled at knowing other sports, but his coach, Tashi, would literally have his head if he did not at least know the basics of the big Olympic sports. She even set him up with flashcards and it was part of his morning routine before flying over after Wimbledon. "Cause that's pretty impressive, do you have a favorite?"
"you're probably right," she agreed. "i'm really hoping i come down at the right time to catch the surfing replays though." gracie had taken up surfing between spending plenty of time in florida and going to college in california. it was a whole different beast from gymnastics though and she was no where near a competitive surfer.
"that's exactly it!" she didn't expect people not to know what she was talking about, but she was amused with by the way he phrased it. "i specialize on beam, so i think my coaches would love it if i said beam, but really it's floor. i like the dancing." she liked the choreographed aspects of gymnastics. she'd done a little dance and a little cheerleading in high school when she didn't have access to a gym, but she'd never loved anything more than gymnastics.
she saw an opportunity and she took it, though really gracie probably should have considered it a little more before she spoke. "i don't really follow tennis closely, is that the one with the little yellow ball?" she wasn't much of a sports person beyond her gymnastics bubble, but of course she knew what tennis was. she really was trying to pay more attention though. she did actually understand the basic concept of the sport. " i'm kidding, i swear i'm kidding. do you play singles or doubles?"
her eyes had been heavy since the scene where cher was stranded in the aliyah dress. she'd actually fallen asleep shortly before cher went on her retail therapy shopping trip. her head had lolled back against the couch cushions and she held a pillow to her chest. the day had been exhausting, and she'd managed to stay awake for a lot of it. finally sitting down had been the end of her ability to stay awake.
it wasn't particularly solid sleep though, she wasn't comfortable enough for that. it took her a moment to register that bob was speaking. her name echoed around in her head before she actually woke up. "hmmn?" she asked, rolling her head to the side to look over at bob. it was neither a confirmation nor denial of the fact that she had been asleep. "movie's over?" she asked, brow creasing.
It's the sort of thing he should be teasing Gracie for, falling asleep during the movie the same way one or both of their parents would, but Bob doesn't attempt the joke. Tonight isn't the time for it; he doubts tomorrow will be, either. If he can predict anything with certainty, it's that he'll spend the next day walking on eggshells, quiet and unsure of himself. Bob will make her breakfast and take her out for lunch and very carefully avoid all the subjects that hurt today.
"Yeah," he answers softly. Bob stands up slowly, rolling his neck from to side to stretch out his muscles. His shoulders are tight too, but he can't blame that on how he was sitting. "Come on," he holds his hands out for Gracie to lean on. "You should sleep in a real bed."
He's being sincere, but also, he wants to sprawl out on the couch after she's in bed so he can stare at the ceiling as he wallows in more self pity. It's either that or sneak out for another smoke, but Bob's certain Gracie's part bloodhound and will smell it in the morning.
gracie rarely fell asleep watching movies. they both knew it was something she didn't really do, but even sleepy as she was, she was glad bob didn't mention it. she stretched a little more and then reached up to take bob's hands. she leaned on his shoulder, putting as little weight as possible on her leg as they walked back to her bedroom. she managed to snag both her crutches in one hand on the way so she could use them between her bathroom and bedroom.
"you gonna go for a run tomorrow morning?" gracie asked as she transferred her weight onto the crutches. whether he did or didn't didn't really concern her, she was going to end up sleeping in anyway. if she wasn't hurt, she might have gone with him, but he probably wouldn't be here if she wasn't. it made her a little sad to think about that.
A chuckle left him at her answer, glad to know they were on a similar page or at least him understanding where she was coming from. Of course he didn't know the whole story of her profession but that didn't even occur to him. What it seemed like she was just here to get the job done. He should have seen her question coming, part of that very profession and yet he didn't in the moment. "Oh, uh, these were passed down in my family. Can't say I have any proof they were bought. I just know my father and his father and his father before that and so on had them." A lie but one he could easily tell, after all that was how he survived this long without being caught and experimented on by someone at this point. "Don't really have proof of that but I know they're real." He shrugged. "Yeah? That explains you being into this then." He says, crooked grin still evident on his lips as they spoke. Arms crossed over his chest as he let her have the space she needed. His brow arched at her, wondering why he would laugh. "I'm not going to laugh, there are things out there we can't explain." He was somewhat one of those but he wasn't about to tell her his gods existed. "But what got you into that?"
"your family has good taste." no provenance would prove difficult, but it wasn't something she wasn't used to. she often found things on the road she didn't have direct records of, and just as often people brought things in they didn't have the records for. "i don't mind the extra work," melissa ran her fingers along the edge of the frame inside the painting, feeling for any notes that might have been tucked inside. she knew in the past she'd found things between the frame and painting so it was worth looking. "i had a daughter," melissa's tone was humorous, she didn't mind talking about her past. she was just more careful talking about her personal life than she was hunting. "i couldn't be on road as often, but i'm not particularly good at keeping still. did a lot of research when i couldn't sleep because she couldn't sleep." she was always careful about what she brought into her house and around her daughter, but boring old books and internet rabbit holes were usually perfectly safe.
⸻ french , spanish— similar in certain ways but different in many . he hadn’t expected a name which ironically , mirrored his own in ways . but also didn’t take to a further line of questioning , instead he ordered them a couple of tequila shots . two each , and turned back to the femme . ❝ yeah , grew up here . nothing special , not as dope as uhhh . spain , if that’s where you grew up . ❞ the heir grinned when shots arrived , offering one over to the female adjacent . ❝ here y’go , on me . ❞
she decided not to outwardly correct him on where she'd come from, save him the embarrassment, but her pride for her country won out over not mentioning it at all. besides, he ordered them shots. "i don't know, where i grew up in argentina wasn't anything like this." there were similarities of course. she'd grown up in a coastal town two, but it had been much more rural even for the capital of patagonia, less tourists than here even in the summer. raffi took the shot he handed her and instinctively clinked it with his. "salud!" she exclaimed before downing the tequila. she swallowed, hoping she didn't make too much of a face, and then said "thank you, rafe."
her confession makes the moment a little less forbidden. she wants this, it appears, almost as much as he does. "oh, yeah?" harrison grins, keeping her steadily in place on top of him. "you've been keepin' that to yourself, huh?" the kisses continue and this time, he doesn't hesitate to explore, his tongue lapping and tasting tara's. her mouth is perfect, lips hot and sweet, while they let their bodies do all of the talking. he can feel his erection harden beneath her, unable to hide the effect she's having on him. it's a natural reaction, but they've both had a few drinks and he wants to make sure she's comfortable. "if you want me to stop, i can." harrison utters, pulling back momentarily to catch his breath, brown eyes staring longingly into hers. "but i'd fuckin' love to take your clothes off right now." a confession of his own, spoken as his lips trail down to her neck, placing several, sensual, open mouthed kisses to the sweet spot beneath her ear.
this was different, but it was good because it felt like everything they'd been holding back was finally being let out. "didn't know you'd want to know," tara's words seemed to get lost in his touch. she was getting more and more aroused by the second. and of course, he was too. she could feel it. still, his willingness to stop if she was unsure was welcomed. it made her more sure actually. "i'm good, i want this," she assured him. she reached up, brushing aside her hair so that harrison would have better access. his lips brushed over a sensitive spot causing tara's lips to part in a moan. "take them off, i want you to take my clothes off." she wanted so much more than that. she'd tried to keep harrison out of her mind in this way, if they were just going to be friends she shouldn't be thinking of her friend like this, but when she couldn't help it her fantasies went just like this.
i'll make a better post tomorrow but new blogs are @heartsbreaking & @toomagic (still a sideblog to the new blog)
It is better with even one of them having a task to cut the tension that tends to settle when it is just the two of them. After she stands, Jay lifts his shoulders in a deep breath and begins gathering the throw pillows on one end of the couch. "Okay," he says, only pausing his movement for a moment. At least clearing off the couch gives his hands something to do. "Breakfast?" He pauses again, this time, his hands stilling completely. "Of course. That's why I'm here. Any specific requests?"
she smiled at him, glad he agreed. "breakfast sandwich, maybe?" abigail suggested. "we have english muffins in the cabinet. i checked, they're still good." she didn't want to be a bother, but she knew she'd be better off in the morning with something to eat. "if that's too much to ask then just eggs." she kept walking to the hall closet and opened it to look inside. she pulled out the blankets for him and walked back to the living room. "here you are!"
would y'all be mad at me if i moved blogs after my hiatus ends? be honest
no nico do it whatever floats your goat
yes lowkey
nico's secret third option
i'm really considering it but its SUCH A HASSLE but i know that if i do it and people i thought were mutuals who i was chill with don't follow me on the new blog i know i will simply cry. i need help weighing the emotional labor of it all.
He grins, satisfied that he's gotten something right. Mickey doesn't regret his drunk texting, not when it nets him extra time with Gracie, but he can admit that he wasn't in his finest form last night and he's still a little off balanced from his hangover.
"Uh," Mickey rubs his thumb against forehead, thinking. "Sorry, babes - I beelined it to the coffee." As in, Mickey hadn't thought this morning through.
"I asked you to move in with me, right," he asks, eyes squinted a bit as if that makes the potential embarrassment of being wrong easier to endure. It's not the haziest memory from last night, but still. The detail isn't stark and really, he's giving Gracie an out.
"all good," she wasn't quite awake either, but with the coffee she would get there soon-ish. she hadn't forgotten what he'd said last night either. in fact, the more she woke up, the more she got to thinking about it.
gracie nodded, "yeah, you did." she hoped he didn't change his mind because she certainly hadn't. she took a sip of her coffee and then asked "when your head stops hurting, you wanna go for a drive and look at apartment buildings around here and get some lunch after?" she was all in if he was.
would y'all be mad at me if i moved blogs after my hiatus ends? be honest
no nico do it whatever floats your goat
yes lowkey
nico's secret third option
i'm really considering it but its SUCH A HASSLE but i know that if i do it and people i thought were mutuals who i was chill with don't follow me on the new blog i know i will simply cry. i need help weighing the emotional labor of it all.
