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oh honey, no
“Well, socially unacceptable or not, it still tastes pretty fucking good, right? Sometimes people should just admit that before they judge.” He’d never met anyone who didn’t like junk food. Sure, some people didn’t like the concept of it, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t know how little nutritional value it had, but it really didn’t change the taste. “They do,” he agreed with a firm nod and a grin. “I’m Adam, by the way.”
“That’s all I’m saying.” She easily agreed with him, but that wasn’t saying much. The girl was agreeable if nothing else, but food? She was always an advocate, even if it was hellacious for you. “Kate.” She returned with her name, “thanks for not judging. It’s nice.”
“That’s true. I think we’d all be a lot happier. I tried to get my vegetables in yesterday and realized that we eat a lot of things that aren’t that appetising.” she said with a shake of her head before she pulled a fry from the others place and ate it. “But carbs though, those are something else.”
“Like, nothing is. If it’s coined as good for you, like, it’s disgusting.” Kate mockingly turned up her nose, “I don’t know why life’s gotta suck like that. Why can’t it all just be good. Why does it gotta be like this?” The petite girl shrugged. She hated how it worked, but you couldn’t change science. “Carbs are the best thing like, ever. I love them. They love me, no other true love.”
“Poutine and Garlic Fingers are to die for. So I guess you are missing out there.” Harmony replied with a small chuckle. There were some things about the food that she really did miss. Harmony nodded at her statement, understanding what she meant. “That’s fair. Firey red hair is tempting to all of us sometimes. Personally I couldn’t pull it off though.”
“That’s all I’m saying.” Kate smiled at the girl, “who doesn’t worship garlic anything, though?” She questioned, thinking that it was the end all, no matter what. “You know what they say, when a girl wants to make a permanent change in her life, the first thing she changes is her hair.” At least that’s what she’d heard her whole life, and so far it rang true. “Anyways, sorry you fell out of contact with your friend.”
Respire (2014) dir. Mélanie Laurent
“People have done stupider shit. Nothing would surprise me in this day and age anymore.” It all seemed like one big fucked up universe since they’d put the orange man in the presidential seat. Just a fucked up nightmare that never ended. “It’s probably the best thing I’ve eaten in a while. But you need to take it away before I start binging.”
“I mean they have, but I like to think there’s at least a small, little, tiny glimpse of hope most days.” She said with a shrug. But she also wasn’t all that worried. People who had direct contact with her usually, more times than not, knew if they were in over their heads or not, “man, right? But you gotta lean like, self control so binging isn’t ever a thing.”
“Hey,” Stephen’s nose wrinkled slightly. “I resent that. I don’t wake up in time for breakfast is all. It sort of just turns into either lunch or dinner.”
“Wrong again!” The girl shook her head with a smile, “breakfast is not a time of day, it’s a state of mind.” Her inner fat kid was beaming, “Who taught you to live? Honestly, I feel like you’re missing out on like, everything right now.”
Jin gave her a look at her comment. He thought he had been obvious in his words and that this wasn’t what he meant, but based off what little he knew of the girl, she seemed to have a sassy and spunky attitude, so somehow, it fit her. “I’ve been alive for twenty four years and got away with it for this long…do you think the legality of it all really matters to me?”
“I mean, probably not.” She shrugged, “but also like, at the same time, the police are like, getting smarter every day. They could get onto you tomorrow, then you’d be like, “fuck I should have listened to that short girl about the cannibalism thing.”
Sierra visibly cringed, her stomach turning at the thought. “They’re really fat, white larvae things found in Australia. Like, they’re gross and wriggly and super fat.” The brunette shuddered, opening her salad and tried to think positively. It’s not a witchetty grub, she repeated in her head. “I’ll stick to this delicious, non-wiggling salad…” Still, the red-head’s stack looked much more appetising. “Well, you’re lucky. The rest of us are going to spent five months getting back into shape.”
“Oh.” She said, with little understanding, but it made a smidge more sense. “I thought you were describing a type of food, and it was a little weird.” She shrugged, grub meant food in her mind. Nothing else. Other people talking about bugs and gross shit well, that was their prerogative. “Well, I mean, if you need five months to get back into shape after two holidays, honestly that’s a little ridiculous and you should have thought about it before eating everything in sight, as much as eating everything in sight is the absolute best.”
“I said some, not one… and how do you know they’re not bi anyway?” questioned Ben, with a casual shrug of his shoulders. “You can’t always tell from looking at people. I surprised someone a couple of weeks ago that I’d known years when I mentioned how I’d hooked up with a guy on New Years.”
“Because I feel like my gaydar is so on point at this stage in my life that if they were I’d just know.” In all reality that meant absolutely nothing, but no one tried to reason with her, so most of the time, she was just surprised. Whether it was pleasantly or not was never known until later. ‘Yeah, but see that wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Well, you aren’t missing out on much.” Harmony replied with a soft chuckle. Surely there was nice scenery and such, but besides some foods and general life things were the same. “It’s the face mostly. She was a blonde so it wasn’t the hair that made me notice the resemblance first.”
“Well, I mean, I hear good things about the food, and I consider that to be missing out a lot.” But that wasn’t saying much. The girl loved to eat, it was a vice. “I mean, that’s a little weird, because technically, I’m blonde too.” SHe’d just given it up for lent, as she told people. “No way my hair is this color for real, it’s practically unnatural.”
Respire (dir. by Mélanie Laurent, 2014)
Women I loved in 2017 → Katherine Mcnamara
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nic responded, as the smirk on his features grew. “This is my face. I always look like this. What the hell are you saying? You think I’m judgemental. Wow, you’re the worst date I’ve had to date, Kate Ryan.” His tone held nothing but lightness, as he shifted in his seat. A false sense of hurt then displayed as he held his hand over his held, and bowed his head.
“Want me to find you a mirror? I’m sure I can wrestle one up so you can see.” She grinned in his direction before chuckling a bit, “the worst date ever? Finally. I’ve always wanted to be someone’s worst.” The girl shot the guy a grin before looking down at her food, picking it up and taking a bite. “If you had more friends then you probably could have better dates, but alas here we are.”
“I’ll be amazed when you put your mouth where your money is; literally.” He nodded to the giant burger currently being held in the woman’s hands. “I’ll cover your tab if you eat it all.” He offered compensation because he truly didn’t think she could finish.
“I already paid for it.” She said with a shrug picking up the burger, “my dinner isn’t a dare.” It was just something she had to do, and she hadn’t ate all day, so it wasn’t the amount, just that it was food at all. “You just don’t think I can eat it all, which is like, on you.”
Tommy had never liked being told what to do, so of course, his immediate response was to widen his eyes and watch her unblinkingly. And that’s exactly when he continued to do, until he hit his limit of 30 seconds of silence and felt compelled to speak again. “Y’know, I’ve never asked you: is your hair naturally that color, or is hair dye another thing you waste money on?”
“Wow, rude.” Kate rolled her eyes, “is that your hair color or did you waste money on it?” She shot back at him jokingly, though, really-- if he categorized it as something she wasted money on, it meant it looked bad, and telling someone that something looked bad-- that she couldn’t fix immediately, was just rude.
“Do you actually tell people that in order to make them feel better?” Devyn said with a little laugh as she took a bite of the bread and handed it back to the redhead. “That sounds like a good way for me to start an eating problem. You know, hiding away with food.” A whimper escaped before she could finish her thought, savouring the bread.
“If anyone takes anything I say to heart, they have bigger problems than eating their food when no one is around.” Maybe it was just her though, she hated people watching her eat. It was weird, at least to her, so 90% of the things she ate were in her own company. “It’s amazing, right?”