excuse you

theresa lendle twenty-one.business student. not completely fucked up. it's incredible the laughter we fake while feeling too sick to stand up.

[misslendle-blog]

You can't take a joke

“True. Most people have terrible sense of humour anyway.”

TRUE/FALSE GAME. MAKE AN ASSUMPTION ABOUT ME IN MY ASK AND I’LL TELL YOU IF ITS TRUE OR FALSE. GO.

[misslendle-blog]

you're lonely

“I’m impressed. Look who’s being Mr. (or is it Miss?) Perceptive. Feeling smug, are we? You should be since you’ve got me all figured out. Biggest truth of my life.”

TRUE/FALSE GAME. MAKE AN ASSUMPTION ABOUT ME IN MY ASK AND I’LL TELL YOU IF ITS TRUE OR FALSE. GO.

[misslendle-blog]

You're always bitter and have no real friends because of it

“False. I am bitter extraordinaire and it’s my friends’ -- honey, I don’t have fake friends or real friends; grow up -- favourite thing about me.”

TRUE/FALSE GAME. MAKE AN ASSUMPTION ABOUT ME IN MY ASK AND I’LL TELL YOU IF ITS TRUE OR FALSE. GO.

[misslendle-blog]

You think you're better than everyone

“I’ve thought it, said it, people have tried to make me feel bad about it. But you’re cute for thinking that I think that.”

TRUE/FALSE GAME. MAKE AN ASSUMPTION ABOUT ME IN MY ASK AND I’LL TELL YOU IF ITS TRUE OR FALSE. GO.

[misslendle-blog]

You wish you were more softer

“Huge false. I’ve seen softer -- not a fan.”

TRUE/FALSE GAME. MAKE AN ASSUMPTION ABOUT ME IN MY ASK AND I’LL TELL YOU IF ITS TRUE OR FALSE. GO.

[askboxmemes]

True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.

[misslendle-blog]

Have you had sex today?

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

[misslendle-blog]

Can you curl your tongue?

“Exactly how is this relevant?”

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Emergency

[misslendle-blog]

alfuegoeterno:

A sigh left Mattin’s lips, eyeing the woman as she sat next to him in the front. This was beginning to be a pattern, he’d decided, thinking how earlier he was the ‘getaway’ driver for another young resident… “By somewhere - You mean the clubhouse, right?” The Gator only go up to 53-55 mph. Sure it was a tough utility vehicle but it was in no way built to be driven on a main road. He put the Gator on drive and slowly exited the driveway making sure he avoided riding on the grass he’d worked hard on maintaining. There was silence for a few moments as he maneuvered the vehicle around the community and looking around he was reminded he had work to do. It was either he dropped off the woman somewhere or - Or he let her sit in the Gator while he worked. “What was so bad at home that he flagged me down to drive you somewhere?” He asked, stopping in front of a home a few blocks from the one where he picked her up. 

“Listen - I gotta take care of something here. They’re waiting for me. You can wait for me or walk from here,” he looked at her with a frown. 

Between the time it took for them to drive away from the front of her family’s villa and reach another block, Theresa had managed to ease her temper. Arguing with her parents almost always left her with an adrenaline rush, but she’s learned how to channel that energy into something that wasn’t destructive. In the passenger seat, she had an elbow rested against the car door’s handgrip, palm raised to her face. She had her fingers pinched around the bridge of her nose. Theresa’s eyes were closed, but her ears remained sharp and she was paying attention to the man even though it appeared as if she wasn’t. “Um, yeah. Sure. Clubhouse sounds fine,” she replied flippantly. 

Resentment for her brother boiled in her chest. Before his arrival, they’d been just fine, Theresa and her parents. Barely even a day with him and they already had a dispute at the table. Theresa hadn’t noticed that they were driving in silence, and she wouldn’t have noticed for much longer if he hadn’t spoken. His question did not take her by surprise. It was natural for him to become curious. “Everything,” she answered, chuckling contemptuously. When the vehicle stopped, she opened her lips, ready to complain, but he beat her to the words. She glanced at the house behind him, where she was sure he would be disappearing to. What did he have to take care of? The thought that he might be an employee here hadn’t even crossed her mind. After a heartbeat of a pause, she leaned back on her seat and crossed her arms over her chest, a stubborn set to her shoulders. “I’ll wait.”

[misslendle-blog]

oksutton:

“I didn’t even think men that old could still get it up. How much viagra does he take? Probably one less than it takes for a drug overdose. He’s probably only got - what? - 8 days left in his life, spending it behind bars over a pair of boobs is just striaght up embarassing. Maybe I’ll just line his binoculars with siracha and cause him to go blind. Everyone will think it’s cataracts.”

“It doesn’t matter how much viagra he takes; I seriously doubt anyone would give him some action. You know what? I’m totally not against that. Make sure the last thing he sees is your unforgiving face, that way your image will haunt him for his remaining eight days.”

[dulciesgf]

[misslendle-blog]

scotty-duncan:

They did have an established name, Scotty had been reminded of that time andt time again after accepting the job. Dockside was the bar to be at over the summer, and all Scotty could do was maintain that or destroy it. “Summer’s opening week can be a little hectic,” he offered with an apologetic grin, nodding at the question. “It’s his first week, yeah. But I’ll tell you what,” Scotty offered dipping his head to the side with a more distinct smile. “When you come here you ask for Scotty and at the very least you won’t have your own glasses broken.”

Theresa arched an eyebrow, accentuating her disapproving gaze. “’A little hectic’ does not, and should not, excuse the staff’s slow performance.” Despite her condescending remark, Theresa was fully aware that that was easier said than done. She scoffed, but not at his suggestion. Johnny was still on her mind. “Is Dockside really that cheap that they won’t provide their staff with proper and thorough training just to save more revenue? And I appreciate the suggestion. That is, if I come here again.”

[misslendle-blog]

ajkennedy:

“She tries her best,” he offers her dryly with a shrug of a muscular shoulder. “Didn’t intend for it to ever be your problem. Carry on with your day, I think I’ll manage waiting it out a bit longer.”

“Clearly.” She replied in a deadpan, crossing her arms around her chest. “You’re a big guy, I’m sure you’ll figure something out. Maybe you should find a brochure about newbie orientation in Villa Novella. Save the next person the disturbance.”

[ajkennedy]

“You haven’t seen Sutton Fitzgerald by chance, have you?” The boy adjusts the black duffel bag hanging from his shoulder, blue eyes hidden behind a pair of dark wayfarers, “the maintance guy is starting to give me the look that security will be escorting me out soon. I’ve been waiting for her for an hour now.”

[misslendle-blog]

“No, I haven’t seen her.” An image of the beautiful blonde came to mind, which made Theresa silently realize that she hadn’t seen the woman since she arrived. She glanced at his duffel bag before replying with a shrug, “Not my problem. She seems like a really good friend though for making you wait an hour.”

[str13ngofjunkcode-deactivated20]

Emergency

[Timeline: 5th June 2017, Monday, early in the morning, Villa Novella.]

Mattin arrived at Villa Novella very early in the morning. During the week he stays in one of the apartments built within the grounds for the community’s staff. His weekend was spent in Brooklyn where he shared a tiny apartment with his friend Ludo. He began his morning with a cup of coffee and a couple of toasts before heading out to do his rounds, checking traps around the gated community and attending to the landscape afterwards. Rolling down the main street on a John Deere Gator with his gardening equipment and extra traps, he hoped for smooth day. And it seemed it was looking that way as summer residents slept through the morning but all that changed when he spotted a figure up ahead in front one of the villas. Hands up in the air, the person waved for him to stop. Mattin stepped on the Gator’s break, putting it on park. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, climbing out of the utility vehicle, a deep frown lining his forehead.

[misslendle-blog]

Theresa stared blankly at her plate of omelette and fresh fruits, tossing around some crumbs with her fork. Her family spoke animatedly over her around the table, oblivious to the fact that Theresa hadn’t said a word since breakfast began. She didn’t care for whatever it was they were talking about, but when the topic of her brother’s upcoming family day at university came up, she raised her eyes in interest. “I don’t want to go. Why do I have to go? You were all absent for my family day, except for mum. But apparently it was so repugnant that she couldn’t stay for more than twenty minutes.” Her father said something in reply, but she hated the he was being patronizing. She stood up, threw her napkin on her plate, and with a simple “I’m finished. Excuse me.” left the dinner table to go outside.

Outside, she looked around at the houses on her street. Gardeners had begun their trimming. Considering her options, she ran a hand through her hazelnut tresses. She wanted to go far away, but she couldn’t take her car. She’d have to go back inside for the keys and she refused to do that. A car coming around the corner caught her attention. She considered it, had an internal conflict with herself, and then made her decision. She beckoned for the vehicle. “Get back in the car. I need you to drive me somewhere. It’s important.” Barked Theresa, settling in the front seat.

[sicnnavalmxnt]

“I’m pretty sure that old bastard Lowenthal next door was watching me change through a pair of bird watching binoculars. Do people really get off that way? Just watching someone change into a bikini. It’s not like I was fondling my tits the entire time?”

[misslendle-blog]

“That’s disgusting. I highly suggest you call the freaking perv out so that he can do some hours behind bars. Him and his binoculars. And if he’s getting off that way then the bastard must really be desperate. ”

[cleocalypso-blog]

“You haven’t seen a little cat run this way, have you?” Cleo asked, her voice quiet and timid as always. “She’s only about yay big, white with black spots all down her back. I think she may have run off again, I just don’t know where…” She trailed off, letting out a soft but distressed sigh.

[misslendle-blog]

Theresa pondered her question for a beat, a crease between her brows, recalling to mind the cat she had passed by on her way home from the fresh market. Instinctively, she wanted to say no, because this was the girl’s business and she wanted nothing to do with it. “No. Maybe. I don’t know, there are a lot of cats around here -- I don’t make an inventory of them. Maybe she was stolen, did you ever think about that?”