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viennaesme-calhoun:

Giving a soft roll of her eyes at him, she glanced up. “I don’t nap. We know this. Plus I’m so excited to just relax and actually spend time with you since we don’t really have the same schedule,” she smiled as she rested her head against his arm. It wasn’t like they didn’t spend time together, but when she worked the home games, she left at three and came home at midnight as he worked during the day. She was thankful that she didn’t do away games unless they truly needed her to, or she would never see him.

As she relaxed in the car, the redhead folded a leg under her to get comfortable. It wasn’t a big drive, but it was definitely long enough that she needed to be comfortable. Although, her excitement was keeping her posture straight up instead of resting against the seat. “I hope a witchy ghost. How cool would that be? But I definitely hope no accusers. When I was researching more about Salem, I read that apparently they thought redheads kept the spells in their hair. Which, I never pulled out a spell before, but maybe sometime in the future. Who knows.” It wasn’t really anything new for Vienna. Redheads had every weird rumor in the book, being soulless the main one. She would have been shocked if there wasn’t anything about redheads during the 1600′s

“Babe, I’ve caught you snoozing with the girls. Hardcore evidence against you. It was right there on the couch and everything.” A smirk came along with the rather adorable memory. Spending the rest of the drive time going back and forth, enlightening her how a lot of the so-called ‘witches’ of both men and women were also of color making it a hate crime. (Not surprising in his eyes.) The man saw injustice everywhere for people of color and was always the first to speak up about it as well as defend those taking such things because of that stupid prejudice.

But, that subject was set aside when they got to the Salem Hotel. A dimpled grin carried them through checkout along with the bags he’d taken upon himself to get so they could reach their fantastical yet modern suit. Awaiting them inside being some white wine chilling on the kitchenette counter and little Dove candies in the shape of “Happy Birthday, V” on the bed. Special details he had made sure were there to help add to some romantic element of surprise.

#r.vienna #(12 years later OMG -is the worst-)

viennaesme-calhoun

A Boston game on her birthday really set up a nice weekend at Salem with Jackson. It seemed fitting to celebrate a Halloween birthday at a place that is kind of creepy. It definitely fit her vibe and the fact that Jackson helped set it up made her excited. They definitely needed some time away and just relax and spend time with each other, considering their jobs are opposite shifts. Excited that he was able to go to the game, also, with her, Vienna had him sit in the press box with her, giving him a chance to see her job right there.

Once the game was over with a win, Vienna put her items into her bag, taking his hand into hers. “I’m so excited for this. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past few days. Ready to possibly see a ghost,” the smile grew on her face a she did a little dance. I read that almost every building there is haunted, so that’s kind of really cool.” Of course seeing that things were haunted excited her more than it was probably normal. As she walked out with him to the car, the redhead glanced up at him. “Do you want to drive? You’re a better driver than I am, even if it’s the crazy California driving.”

jcksnlngfrd

In truth, Jackson wasn’t all that entertained bt the game itself. It had never piqued his interest, but he did at least find enjoyment in watching his girlfriend indulge on it (work or not). Thankful when it was over, he already took out the keys to their rented car on their way out. Listening to her babble again in her usual excited manner. “Logically, yes I’ll be driving. You probably want to take a quick nap anyways, but then again, you’re probably too hyped up. You’re practically bouncing.” He teased over to you with a dimple of his showing in an upturned smirk.

Setting them off soon enough to the destination of Hotel Salem. Though the woman knew where they were headed, she hadn’t seen the room he’d booked yet and the little element of surprise brought a sense of pride to him. Both feeling yet hoping she’d like it. “You think it’ll be a witchy ghost or one of the accusing assholes we’d see? If it’s the latter, I’ll gladly just see none.”

#r.vienna

nathanbrcdley:

@slchat

“Can we carve pumpkins together and get into an epic pumpkin guts fight?” Nathan inquired, a small smirk on his lips as he looked at the other. “I seriously want to fucking do that. I went into the house,” he said it like it was haunted, but it was really his mother’s house, and god he regretted what he’d seen, cleaning up various near traumatizing things and whiskey bottles for his mother to come home from the hospital in the following day, “and I got some of my mum’s Halloween decorations from her closet, and Lyla and I put all of ‘em up already around our house.”

“Nah, man. Nah.” The lawyer shook his head. The crinkling of his nose showed the distaste for it. “Look, I love pumpkin related foods. hell, pumpkin bread is my favorite thing ever but there’s no way I want the smell of raw pumpkin guts on me or I might puke up my own. Do you know how much that smells?!” The rest of what he was saying sort of flew over his head, not knowing this Lyla or much to the man himself. “Ah, at least you’re getting in the festive spirit. My girl and I haven’t had time to even get up a skeleton or anything, yet.”

#r.nathan

jacobfisher:

“No, no. I’m one-hundred percent serious. She looked me fucking dead in the face and said she’d pay me fifteen hundred bucks a day for me to just follow her husband around,” Jacob said, before lifting his beer and dragging another long sip. He set it down and gave a firm shake of his head, using his hands to emphasize his next point. “That’s fucking fishy. No one is willing to pay that much to find out of their husband is cheating, right? He’s gotta be into some fucking mob shit or something, so I said: fuck no, I’m not getting into that shit. You can find some other asshole to get his brains blown out. It just sounded too fucking good to be true. But now I’m thinking, like, three grand for one fucking weekend might be worth it.”

@slchat

Jackson was currently nursing his own beer to listen to the tale. The pair often swapped work stories or at least as much as they could given their occupations, Jackson especially. “You’re a fucking idiot.” He announced after swallowing down a gulp then cracked a smile. “The very least you could’ve done was look the dude up. I’m sure with your skills you can figure what he does and shit. Both over the table and under it. Then, if he was into anything fishy, tell her no fucking way. For all you know, you could’ve blown it with some rich jaded wife of some boring corporate executive who would have all that money to spare.”

#r.jaboc #(hope you don't mind #I answered like they're pals #if you need me to change anything lmk)

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autumn asks

[meme credit]

apple cider: a favorite memory

plaid scarves: describe your favorite cozy outfit

crunchy leaves: what’s your favorite nostalgic song?

fisherman sweater: what do you do to cheer up after a bad day?

coffee mug: do you collect anything?

apple pie: what’s your favorite fall tradition?

pumpkin patch: stay inside by the fire or go on an adventure?

bonfires: tell us your favorite funny story

maple syrup: what’s your favorite cold weather activity?

cinnamon candles: describe your dream home

pumpkin spice: are you more excited for halloween or thanksgiving?

knitted blanket: top 3 movies for a rainy day marathon

french toast: what’s your go-to breakfast order?

rainy afternoon: are you a book, show or movie person?

candy corn: what’s an unpopular opinion you have?

foggy lake: describe your perfect fall day

corduroy jacket: what’s your favorite aesthetic?

#slaskmeme #.games #(i'll send some out and answer things in a bit! I have to go do some errands)

viennaesme-c:

Pausing for a moment when he asked the question, she couldn’t help but tilt her head for a moment. “I don’t know. Didn’t really think that part through, but I never was allowed to pick paint colors before so shush,” brows furrowed as she gave a small shrug. “Weird poo brown, what?” Now she was examining, squinting to see if she saw what he did. “Thank you for that image. Now I might be returning that color.” She gave him a side eye, shaking her head. “I just thought it was something different than the real basics, you know?” At least they were different shades, it could have easily been a shade lighter or darker to where he wouldn’t have noticed the difference.

“Yeah, I figured the beige for the guest room cause then we can also just use basic bedding instead of purposely finding something to match along with it, whereas we will see our bedroom every day, so I feel like that will be nicer. I loved this color though. Apparently it’s in style according to the paint guy. Not gonna lie, it was so fun to watch the paint being made,” she smiled, rubbing her lips. Was she easily entertained? Possibly. But it intrigued her to watch it being done. “Okay, Composed is the room color. Although, I just think it should be called charcoal. Why give it a weird name?” Glancing around the room, then looking down at the bucket, the redhead was hoping that was enough. “We should be able to get this done in the weekend, right? I don’t really know how long it will take the paint to dry. And we need to make sure the kids are blocked off. I put the baby gate up, but I think Champ can just run through it like those posters football players run through.” Sliding off the jacket she had on, Vienna felt more comfortable now that she was able to move more freely in the tank top. “Okay, you can do first swipe.”

“Should I have just said shit brown?” His brow arched and head cocked, skipping over talks of ‘before’. She was with him now and didn’t need to think on that asshole, nor did he unless he wanted to go take a visitation to beat his ass like he’d really been wanting to do. Instead plastering his cheeky expression and giving her a nod of his head. “You’re welcome for saving us of that shit brown. Maybe you should give me a reward for being such a hero. Any type of payment will do.” He gave her rear a light playful smack in that was followed with a chortle of sorts.

Lips pursed out slightly. “You know... I’ve never seen paint being made? Or was it mixed? I haven’t seen that either.” he shrugged. Not that he really cared to see the process, but at least she enjoyed it. “I’m guessing to keep in theme with the ‘ins tyle’ thing but that’s just my opinion. I’m fine with Charcoal or Dark Grey. What’s wrong with simple, anyways?” Jackson wasn’t hard to please, in truth. Sure, he did enjoy some expensive things but those were well earned. He could be just as contented so long as he had the basics in his life. “Well, if we quit chit chatting, I know we can have this room painted by the end of the days. My guess is we only need a couple coats.” His head turned then to the door to spy the gate, seeing both dogs looking in curiously. “Psh, she could but you know she’s too much of a lady for that. So, how about we start coating the rollers and getting started?” @viennaesme-calhoun

#r.vienna

[ JACKSON STERLING LANGFORD. 32. CIS MALE. HE/HIM ] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 20 YEARS ] and are originally from [ OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA ]. They are a [ GENERAL PRACTICE LAWYER ] and in their downtime love [ BOXING ] and [ WORKING OUT ]. They look a lot like [ MICHAEL B. JORDAN ] and live [ ON REDCLIFF ST ].

#slintro #.intro #(HEY GUYS! I'm Star and I finally have this up lol #I'm kind of awkward and shy but I'd like to plot with you all #If you're interested hmu or like this/comment and I can hop to you directly)

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dangerous lies (2020)

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viennaesme-c:

Moving into a new home with Jackson was something that Vienna was excited for. As they slowly started to make the house a home, they really decided that the bedroom needed new paint. As hard as it was for them to agree on things, Vienna thought three neutrals were the best options to try out. Dragging the buckets into the, now, sheet covered room, the redhead looked over at her boyfriend with a smile. “Okay, so I got three colors. I figure they could work for other rooms that could just add some dimension, but anyway. So, I have two neutrals and a color that you might kill me for getting,” she gave an innocent smile as she looked at him.

Opening the one bucket, the redhead showed him as she painted a small square with the color. “Okay, this is caramel. I feel like this is a good neutral to use with royal colors. Like burgundy, royal blue, emerald,” she trailed off as she opened the next bucket, a color slightly lighter. “This is just cream. Basic, but still okay. And then this,” she opened, hiding the lip so he couldn’t see it. Slowly painting a small square of a more darker gray, Vienna showed him. “This is called Composed. Now, don’t get mad,” she pointed at him. “I could use this color for my office if you don’t like it for the bedroom, but I think it would look really cool. Very modern and we can use dark brown or black, then break it up with some white. Not to mention this flooring is amazing to help with keeping the room light, even though this is a darker color,” she nodded in thought. “So what do you think?” @jcksnlngfrd

Jackson had given Vi free range to at least choose options for the room while he had spent that time tarping up the flooring. The furniture was currently cluttering another bedroom as their whole goal this weekend was to repaint over the stained walls and when he had goals, he kept to them well.

A step back and folding of his exposed arms later and she was starting to swatch up the colors. Brows poised up as she went through her options and the explanations for why she got them till this ‘composed’ was swiped on the wall next to the others. “Okay, but why the fuck would I be mad over a color?” It sounded so absurd. “Maybe if you got like, I don’t know, street paint yellow or a tacky neon. Why wouldn’t I like this one? I’m feeling it more than that weird poo brown.” He pointed to her first option. “Because that ain’t caramel that’s ‘I’ve had diarrhea for three days straight’.” He snorted at his own comparison. “The white we can use for the guest room, maybe. I want a chiller type of room. You know? A place we can really relax in and you know I like it dark when I sleep. This’ll help more.”

#r.vienna