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@jaideluca
saphyelroy:
â âŻ~ OPEN ~⯠â
She sits, blonde hair curled into a    perfect   web of bouncing tendrils. Far too much time had been spent on perfecting the makeup of which sat on   sunkissed   skin, but placed together- the outfit gave Saphira a sort of inescapable  radiance   beneath the bars   soft   lighting.
And across the way, she gazed- eyes focusing on one particular person. A candidate for preying, she yearned to be risky. Perhaps the alcohol that had entered her blood stream was making her particularly frisky.
Delicate fingertips traced a glass top, with a bite of her   rosed   lips. She beckoned the other closer.
                â Have we met before, you look... familiar.  â
                  â and I wouldnât forget a face like yours. â
jaime hadn't noticed the blonde's summons at first. she had been too tied up with an email on her phone; concentration split between downing her beer in a bid to ignore it and wanting to type out a very frustrated long winded reply. thankfully, however, the movement eventually caught her attention and she lifted her head, almost dumbly pointing to herself as if silently asking if she was the one the other was indication. finally locking her phone, the officer slipped it into her back pocket as she moved around the bar to talk to her.
âhonestly?â she replied. âi have no idea. iâm terrible at remembering things, especially with this -â she wiggled her beer bottle at the other, âinvolved. -- iâm jaime.â
jctt:
âProbably even more than three, but I guess I donât listen to you all that much, now, do I?â God, why did she have to be such a little shit almost all the time? Frankly, Jett had no idea, but anything she was currently saying was meant to be interpreted as a some kind of joke, so nothing should go wrong, right? At least she hoped so. âThat is exactly why I keep telling you that you should AT LEAST TRY yerba for some time, to see if your system is going to feel much better than it would after copious amounts of coffee you dump in it,â she reasoned, picking up the cue stick, herself. A trademark challenging smirk lit up her features as she leaned in a little bit closer to the table, ââ loser buys another round, eh?â
âno, you donât,â jaime commented as she took another long sip from her current beer. âi donât even know what yerba is, and by the sounds of it it doesnât exactly sound appealing. i think iâll just stick to my apparently unhealthy amounts of coffee for now.â she placed her bottle down on the edge of the able and leaned against the pool cue as she waited for the other to break the triangle. âas always. iâm down for that -- wipe that smirk off your face, though. iâm bound to win eventually. statistically speaking, itâs obvious.âÂ
lookitsisabellemorgan:
She giggled. âNot so much.â She leaned down and carefully considered how to line up before doing so and taking her shot. The blue ball went in. âThat makes me solids.â
jaime watched as the blonde sunk a ball into one of the sockets and she made a face. âgood shot, i suppose i should thank my past self for grabbing some extra cash before she left the apartment.â she wasnât the best pool player to ever grace the game, but it was fun regardless. âthatâs fine, i like stripes. yeah, iâm going to use that as an excuse as to why i didnât pot anything.â
jctt:
âI wouldâve been surprised if I didnât hear that story at least THREE times this month, you know? And again â this entire thing would be worrisome if it wasnât you telling me that, really,â Jett teased, right after walking closer to the table, resting against it. ââ sure. But know that I will still DESTROY your sorry ass, man.â
âiâve told it three times already? i donât recall that. at all,â jaimeâs nose scrunched up as she tried to remember the times that the story had fallen from her lips. nothing. completely blank. âi guess thereâs benefits to having a system made up of ninety-three percent caffeine.â the officer rounded the table and took a sip from her beer before grabbing one of the cues. âoh, please. iâm better at this game now. -- you can break.â
lookitsisabellemorgan:
She took it and nodded. âSounds perfect. You want to break?â
âperfect,â jai grinned in return before bowing over the table. she took a moment to line up her shot then pushed the cue forward, the white ball promptly hitting the group of balls at the other end. âmy shot on the other hand? not so perfect.â
lookitsisabellemorgan:
âCoffee equals productivity. Your boss should love it!â She thought about it then said, âEither one. You pick.â
âiâll use that excuse the next time the topic comes up,â jaime grabbed two cues and held one out to the blonde. âhow about this? the loser buys the next round?âÂ
lookitsisabellamorgan:
âI have a caffeine addiction too. There should be CA,â Isabella said, laughing. âYes. Want to make it interesting? Raise the stakes?â
âi donât really see the problem in it, to be honest. not only is it tasty and warm, but it also helps me wake up and my boss really should appreciate that,â jaime reasoned. â-- raise the stakes, huh? what are we talking? money or drinks or something else?â
sadiesorensen:
ââIf weâre confessing secrets here, I maaaaay have a secret stash of about hundreds of pixie sticks hidden underneath my desk at the library, so if youâve got a problem⌠I may have too, but Iâd like to pretend we donât. Thereâs gotta be something we live for, am I right?ââ The blonde told the other honestly, the happiness in her eyes shifting for a somewhat more innocent look. ââIâve never⌠played pool.ââ
âpixie sticks, huh? do i even want to know why you have a stash of those? youâre not planning on putting yourself in a sugar coma, are you? all the fun lies in the pretense... or so iâve heard.â jaime chuckled at the woman and finalised the arrangement of the pool balls before removing the triangle. âwhat? never? itâs not that hard of a game -- donât let the fact that iâve never won a game tell you any different. do you want to go first?â she held out the cue to the blonde. âbasically, youâre just trying to aim the white ball at one of the colours to put them in one of the six holes.â
âi got coffee on the way to get coffee this morning and, according to my boss, that apparently means i have a problem,â jaime spoke as she gathered the balls from the pocket below to start a new game of pool. âbest of three?â
hey guys, iâm chelsea! i figured i'd do a lil intro for my girlie before posting a starter so if you'd like to plot like this or hmu and i'll throw myself into your ims!
âł living in everwood youâll find JAIME DELUCA they look a lot like FLORIANA LIMA but that doesnât mean much here. this 29 year old is a POLICE OFFICER and has lived here for 13 years. their preferred pronouns are SHE and when romantic they identify as HOMOSEXUAL. theyâre DEPENDABLE & SINCERE on good days but SELF-DEPRECATING & EXPLOSIVE on their bad days.
Text II Jaime
Reggie: okay so i need advice okay?
Reggie: do i come out to my parents now, risking getting kicked out? or do i just wait until i graduate?
Reggie: its got me so anxious.
Jaime: talking as someone who was outed at fifteen, all i can say is that you should make sure you do it on your own terms
Jaime: don't let anyone take this moment from you - it's your story
Jaime: and if you need a place to crash let me know
Texting || Keeghan & Jaime
Keeghan: Yo, you gave me your number last night but we were both pretty wasted.
Keeghan: I am a total asshole, but I kind of forgot your name. I put you in as "coolest chick ever"
Jaime: don't worry about it, it's not like it was an important name to remember
Jaime: but it's jaime, though i'll gladly keep that title
drdeirdre:
âYes, my car has a flat. No no, Iâm alright. Iâm a damsel, Iâm in distress, I can handle this⌠Itâs not like I have a session in twenty minutes. â I mean, how hard can replacing a tire really be?â
âi was just going to ask if you needed a hand, but if thatâs apparently too much then i guess iâll just leave you be. and i wouldnât exactly know, the last time i had a flat my uncle fixed it.â
itscartermartinez:
âHave you ever just found yourself wanting to wear a suit when youâe younger and now that you do it every single day, you get sick of it? Especially when itâs this beautiful out?â He asked the person next to him as he held his iced tea in his hand.Â
â--- honestly? yeah, actually,â jaime looked up from the newspaper she had been holding and glanced at the male. ânot so much these days, but the whole wanting to wear a suit thing. my mom never let me, though,â she shrugged. âjokes on her, i guess.â
Iâm a very private person. You donât ask, I donât tell.
(via annalisewrites)