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[jackindaley]

pao-molina‌:

Paola looked around the bus and back at the guy. “Oh,” she laughed, “you’re still talking to me. I was confused and thought you mistook me for someone that knows what you’re talking about.” She shook her head, reaching into her bag and pulling out two airplane bottles, handing one over. “Cheers to your… win? I don’t know.”

“Wow. I’m being gaslit right now,” Jack said seriously, turning his Switch off and putting it back in his case, “It’s fine. Disregard my achievements. I’m not eternally wounded, or anything.”

He takes the bottle, though, smiling a touch. “Thanks, though. Where are you headed?” Jack lets his eyes wander just a little bit over the woman sitting next to him, having realized that she indeed was very attractive.

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cooper-ward‌:

“Cooper,” he introduced himself with a small nod. Taking a few strides, he walked into the store and quickly purchased the papers. “So Jack,” he took a sideways glance at the guy, “What’s the plan for tonight? What’re we doin’?” The night was young and he had nothing to lose.”

Jack liked this guy already--anyone who was immediately down for a stoned-mode adventure through the streets of Philly with a stranger was Jack’s kind of person. Jack needed more real life friends, he’d thought lately; so maybe this was his chance to make one.

“You know, there’s this guy here in Philly. Local politics shit. He’s a judge for the city, real piece of shit. Like, puts people in the can for years for a little bit of weed. And, if this is too intense let me know.” Jack threw his hands up. “I’m not totally crazy but, maybe I am.”

He laughed. Jack had learned early in his life that people made up their minds about him and his personality early; that took the filter off Jack in a lot of ways.

“This is kinda fucked up but, whatever. Some kid on twitter sent me his personal address because I talk shit about him online all the time. I was thinking of slashing his tires?”

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jaydencollins‌:

Jayden sat on the bus, he was heading home and he was in his own little world as he heard a guys voice who got way to excited but what it looked like was a game. He laughed a little, “Winning a game or whatever you just did is the proudest moment in your life? What exactly do you do?” He raised an eyebrow looking over at the guy for a moment. 

“No man, it’s not about winning a game,” Jack replied with a faux-seriousness, “It’s about rebuilding a decimated faction. My name will be whispered all throughout the land of Skyrim, not only as the Dovahkiin, but as Guildmaster!”

“It’s the little things for me, let’s just put it that way,” Jack laughed a little bit, “I don’t really do a whole lot.”

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pao-molina‌:

Paola was on the bus, listening to her curated Spotify playlist while scrolling through Instagram. She needed to get across town to run some errands and it was times like these when she hated being on public transportation. People in her personal space with no concept of boundaries was.. frustrating. As the song began to fade, she heard someone speaking - and no, it wasn’t someone on the phone talking loudly to whoever they felt appropriate - but a guy actually talking out loud. For fun. Paola took her headphone out of her ear and looked at him confused. “If being on this bus is your proudest moment, I need to get out of this town and shoot for bigger dreams.”

“Your critique of our beautiful public transit aside,” Jack said, tapping away at his game system, “I think you misheard me. I just achieved something monumental. From the ashes, the thieves guild of Skyrim has risen again with me as its leader and figurehead. Like the descendant of Eslaf Erol himself. This is an historic occasion.”

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open starter || location: bus

“Hell yeah,” Jack looks up from his Nintendo Switch, smiling at the person sitting next to him on the bus. “Just made it to the head of the thieves guild in Skyrim,” he says rather proudly, looking back to the game and tapping some buttons.

“This may be one of the more proud moments of my life.”

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bird of paradise and anemone

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month?

jake tapper blocked me on twitter LOL

anemone; describe yourself in 3 words.

bad at following directions

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honey perfume; desert rose; night owl;

honey perfume; favorite movie ever?

magnolia and borat

night owl; how many countries have you visited?

outside the us, i have only been to the motherland. that’s right fuckers, i’m talkin’ about cuba

desert rose; do you like yourself?

not right now but maybe if i get better at olympic lifts

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just kidding @jackdaley  • Aug 15

i do want to talk about how they named a character in hobbs & shaw “Locke” just so they could reference thomas hobbes and john locke, anyway Fast And Furious is the masterwork of our generation

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catxalvarez‌:

location:  johnny brenda’s.

“Okay so, 257 times 833 is…” Cat narrowed her eyes for a moment, her words slurred from the amount of alcohol that currently coursed through her system. In her defense, it had been a very long day. Between meeting deadlines, dealing with the general diet sexism she experienced in her workplace on a daily basis and trying to be a functional human being, she deserved to take a load off. Have a drink, pretend that she wasn’t a ball of anxiety and stress. “Is… 214,081!” She slapped the table victoriously, grinning ear to ear. “You owe me another drink. That’s 3 for the amazing Catalina Alvarez and… how many for you again?”

“Yo, what,” Jack pouted, mildly drunk, but gesturing to the bartender, “You’re on some Rain Man shit. Do you have a calculator watch I can’t see or something?”

Jack peers at Cat through squinted eyes, “This isn’t fair. Math is for nerds. You need to quiz me something I know about, like political op-ed writers or The Fast And The Furious franchise.”

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🌼🌿botanical asks🌻🌙

jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed?

lavender; soundcloud or vinyls?

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month?

gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself?

lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests?

whirling butterflies; would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits?

apricot drift; how do you feel right now?

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having?

queen’s cup; what are you craving right now?

lavender dream; turn ons/offs?

water lilly; when was the last time you cried? why?

lily of the valley; did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?

winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream?

honey perfume; favorite movie ever?

desert rose; do you like yourself?

snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity?

night owl; how many countries have you visited?

heliotrope; have you ever been in a castle?

creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?

lantana; what’s on your mind right now?

pumpkin patch; what’s your zodiac sign?

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.

daphne; do you believe in karma?

queen of the meadow; ever been in love?

wisteria; whom do you admire and why?

angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?

remember me; did you make someone laugh today?

iris; do you believe in ghosts?

lilac; if you could go back in time which time period would you visit?

caramel kisses; would you want to live forever? why/why not?

primula; what makes you sad?

rain lily; was today typical? why/why not?

queen anne’s lace; who do you trust the most?

lady’s slipper; what did you have for breakfast today?

forget me not; do you have any regrets looking back in your life?

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe?

violet; favorite tv show?

sunflower; share a favorite quote.

snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like?

tiger lily; do you have any hobbies?

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you.

tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared?

honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger?

sweet pea; who means the world to you? why?

love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read?

foxglove; who is your favorite cartoon character?

magnolia; coffee or tea?

crown imperial; would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved?

snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person?

bell flower; what is your biggest addiction?

cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy?

moonflower; what’s your favorite color?

freesia; do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not?

sundrop; are you a morning or a night person?

poppy; have you ever dealt with a mental illness?

clover; how would your friends describe you?

dandelion; do you consider yourself and extrovert or an introvert?

lilly; what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do?

anemone; describe yourself in 3 words.

lotus; best memory as a child?

angelonia; what is your eye and hair color?

dahlia; do you like crystals?

buttercup; if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?

baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house?

calendula; biggest pet peeve?

blanker flower; would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet?

blazing star; share a secret.

carnation; would you rather live longer or happier?

petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why?

bluebell; do you wear glasses?

nymphea; forest or river?

orchid; do you like exercise?

pansy; do you like poetry?

morning glory; any special talent that you have?

[jackindaley]

scftheartcd‌:

Sage nodded. A cappuccino, right. She started with steaming the milk, trying to take heed of his assurance that she didn’t need to rush. Sage took a breath and tried to focus on, for a split second, anything but him. Did he even remember that they’d…been together? He certainly acted like he didn’t. Had he just forgotten? Had she been that bad? Or would he have been more awkward if he didn’t remember? Sage began to sweat. “Good,” Sage replied. Not an entire lie. Life was good enough. She had friends she cared for, a new puppy, a tiny studio to call her own. Money was tight and expenses were rough, but she got by. 

“Work, mostly.” It was embarrassing to admit she didn’t have time for much else. “I-I have a dog now. His name is Bear.” Sage began to compress the foam. “What about you? How have you been since…?” she blushed, turning away from him to make the espresso.

Jack nodded, starting to remember more about her as she spoke. “Dogs are cool. I like dogs,” he nodded, trying to prove that he was for sure listening and not just digging through his memory to pull up more facts about her. Thankfully she asked about him--a subject he could, and did, talk about a lot.

“I’m good,” he replied, grinning as he was sure he caught a blush from her, “Since.”

“Sorry, this is so awkward,” he had to laugh about it. If he didn’t then it would just be weird--Jack figured he might as well turn it positive, if he could, “You met me at a weird time in my life. Not that life isn’t full of those times. But judging from your reaction to me, I probably wasn’t the coolest person?” He winced a little bit, but hell. He was nothing if not honest.

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cooper-ward‌:

Cooper had to be a quarter of the way down the block when it had registered what the man requested. Turning on the heel of his foot, he took two wide strides back and stood in front of him, digging in his pockets. “I don’t smoke cigarettes, man,” he told him as he fished out his lighter. The guy looked a little bruised up- happy, but hurt- and somewhere deep inside Cooper knew he definitely should not hang out with him. Most of Coop’s friends weren’t the best influences, but then again who truly was? “If you smoke anything else, I’ll run across the street and get some rollin’ papers.”

Jack looked up at the man who responded to him, happiliy registering what he said. “Oh hell yeah, dude,” he said in response, moving to stand up, “That’s way better. This is my lucky night.” He patted the guy on the shoulder and tilted his head to the corner store across the street. “After you. And my name’s Jack.”

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scftheartcd‌:

“No one deserves to get hit.” Sage said it on instinct. It was rare for her to not fumble, to not hesitate, or stumble over her sentences. Especially given the current circumstances. Especially given the current customer. But it was something she staunchly believed in, something she couldn’t waver on. Still, the moment the words left her mouth she found herself ducking her head, focusing on steaming the milk rather than his response.

“Me either,” Sage admitted, watching the cup fill, foam rising to the surface of the cup. She’d been told she was tough on a few occasions. But it was a different kind of tough, one that lacked violence. “It’s not a bad thing,” she said, offering him a meek smile before dropping off the remade latte. His comment about the gym has her cock her head in confusion, the muscle in his arm tensing. She frowned. Was he getting impatient with her? “Sorry Jack, what was it you wanted again?”

Jack had to smile at her words; she was nice, a little naive, but nice. “Some people do. Like, really do,” he lightly objected, “But that’s a nice thought.”

His smile fell as she missed his attempt at flirting, or possibly just fully ignored it. Serves him right. “Don’t be sorry,” he said, “I uh, a cappuccino would be awesome but like, take your time or whatever, I’m not in a rush or anything.”

He moved to sit at the bar, thinking about distracting himself with his phone but instead continuing to watch her maybe a little too much. “So how are you doing these days? Everything cool? What, uh...” he was getting embarrassed at how much he was talking but, what else was new, “What’cha been up to...”

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scftheartcd‌:

Sage tried to focus completely on making another latte, moving as quickly as she could in spite of how much her hands were shaking. But it was exceptionally difficult to pretend Jack, and everything he reminded her of, wasn’t lingering right behind her when he continued talking to her.

Why was he even talking to her? He’d hadn’t replied to a single one of her calls or texts after things had happened between them. Was it just some kind of formality? The list of uncertainties in her mind rose with the pacing of her heartbeat.

“Mhmm, yeah. Sage said over her shoulder as she turned to the espresso machine and began to prepare the shot. “I still work there. I just also work here, too. In addition to that.” Sage winced, wishing she could have just one conversation without getting completely tongue tied. She noticed him touching the bruised part of his eye, swollen and tender. Probably still fresh. “What happened? To your eye.”

Jack looked Sage up and down as she worked, trying to be sly about it--this girl was really something, he had to admit. Lucky him. He wasn’t so lucky anymore, at least not in the area of women.

He smiled and looked down as she mentioned his bruising. “I uh,” Jack laughed at himself, a little embarrassed, “I got in a guy’s face last night when I shouldn’t have and got what I deserved.” No shame in telling the truth, didn’t that make him a better person, or something?

“I really don’t have the chops to fight someone, it turns out,” he continued, honestly, “Despite the fact that I go to the gym often.” He flexes a little on the counter, trying to flirt and catch her attention while still being goofy and casual.

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just kidding @jackdaley  • Aug 9

maybe it’s actually a bad thing that i’m the first person over 35 people text when they hear news about epstein. also wondering which people in my life are CIA

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just kidding @jackdaley  • Aug 8

mournfully singing "hallelujah" in front of the AMC until the manager lets me bring a Kroger rotisserie chicken into hobbs & shaw 

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scftheartcd‌:

As the next customer approached the counter, Sage had just finished preparing a latte, calling out the name of the individual who had ordered it. Just as she was about to set down the mug, she glanced over her shoulder to take the next order. A bolt of ice may as well have shot through her core. She recognized the customer instantly. How could she not? Jack, the same Jack she’d found herself trailing after for an entire summer when she first came to Philadelphia. She hadn’t had much experience with boys before, not with school, work and her mother’s health in such dire need of her attention. He was the first person she’d ever…fallen for. The first person she’d– her concentration was shattered with the sound of glass breaking against the tile floors.

“Crap,” Sage hissed, immediately ducking down behind the counter and dabbing up the latte that pooled over the floor. Hastily scooping up the shattered mug, Sage tried not to thing about the heat of embarrassment crawling over her skin and quickly tossed them in the trash. “H-hi, yeah that’s me Sage,” she gave a nervous laugh and wished the floor would swallow her completely. He barely seemed like he remembered her at all. The thought of it made her chest ache. It would have been stupid of her to expect otherwise. He’d ghosted her after one night. One night she thought meant something. Stupid. “Y-you’re Jack, right?” She fumbled, “not like I don’t remember you, I just mean, you just have one of those faces, y’know? The kind that looks like…other kinds,” Sage trailed off.

She turned her attention to the register just to avoid looking at him. “I…I have to remake that latte. J-just a moment, sir–I mean Jack.” She winced and turned away to grab another mug.

Jack, despite his poor memory due to... well, drugs and alcohol, found himself remembering Sage the more he looked at her. She was probably the last person he had dated regularly; ever since her he’d been on a hook-up basis pretty exclusively (even though his success in the area was dwindling). They didn’t even kiss on the first date, he remembered that, and he was pretty sure he met her at a bar or somewhere where she had worked. Her reaction made it seem like maybe she didn’t remember him either, until he saw how she avoided his eyes. This... might have been one he messed up.

“Yeah, no problem,” he replied as she started to make another coffee. He looked behind him and, realizing there wasn’t a line, decided to take a seat at the bar, watching her work.

“So... how are you?” he asked, trying to make it seem like he remembered more of her than he did, “You’re working here now? You were at a bar before, or something? Remember meeting you at night.” He touched the tender part of his eye, suddenly feeling superbly awkward.