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@ophelala
📌 𝗢𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗔’𝗦 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗗
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autumnsharma:
[ * ! OPEN ] - @cybulletin.
“everyone is so wrong about cats, y’know? they’re my favorite little creatures!” she’s done with soccer practice for the day, slinging her duffle bag over her shoulder, easy grin ‘pon her lips. “i bet you didn’t know that a pope’s hatred for women and cats are literally the reason the black plague happened.” amongst other reasons, but … autumn liked sharing what people would be interested in - in what interested her. made school work a little easier.
“...𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍?” ophelia asked, confused but curious about what autumn had just shared. “i love cats too, don’t get me wrong- i think they get a bad rep for no reason. but what’s this shit about the pope? tell me over late lunch.” she urged, sweetening the deal by tacking on, “i’m buying.” phe could use the company, and the entertainment, that came with autumn and the sort of things she often went on about.
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U ever talking to a girl and u realize that she too is a graceful cosmic deity of compassion glimmering with life energy
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Words of Wisdom with Alexis Rose
social media prompts, requests for plots, connections & headcanons, confessions, text starters, truths + dares !
kaelafm:
closed starter for: ophelia couture ( @ophelala )
“ ophelia! ” the brunette-haired female greeted as she joined her on the bench. seeing as the day was still young and she was done with class for the day, makaela decided to make the best of however long she had left of summer. she was going to take in all the sun and have fun in the water. however, it was a case of if she wanted to go to the beach or to the water park. sitting with her throwover on over her bikini, she crossed her legs and leaned back. she also had a tote, which was filled with a towel and various other things she needed. “ do you think you can help me out? between the beach and the water park, which one would you go to? i wanna go to both — i can’t, so i need help choosing which one to go to. ”
𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚- that’s all ophelia could think, and she didn’t understand it; wasn’t september when it was supposed to begin to really feel like fall again? still, it was nice sitting out there in the sunshine (wearing proper SPF and poised in a particularly shady place, of course) enjoying summer’s last stand, just people-watching and sipping her iced green tea. when she heard her name called she wasn’t expecting it, startled a bit as she turned in the direction it came from to see who it was. makaela’s beautiful face brought a genuine smile to ophelia’s as she pulled the paper straw out from between perfectly glossed lips, “hi hottie.” she greeted her, setting the plastic cup down on the bench on the other side of her thighs, getting a look at what her friend was wearing. she almost could’ve guessed what she was going to say next based on outfit alone. “hm... a true so-cal dilemma.” she mused, “on the one hand- the water park’ll only be open for so much longer, the season’s about to end.” she pointed out, giving her opinion “ but the beach will always be right there.”
prscus:
( @ophelala ) … if one thing’s for sure, he’s not going to miss the star wars marathon happening at the west wind tonight. so, he’s picking up his pace just a little to get to his car faster. he’s practically power walking towards the elevator as he notes the time on his watch, then repeatedly pressing on the button to open its doors. once they do, he only freezes in place, seeing a familiar face he hadn’t seen in a long, long, time. “ … hi, ” he manages to say, adjusting the glasses that sat crookedly on his nose bridge. after a few seconds of sitting in awkward silence, the door was beginning to close again, and percy reacts quickly by sliding halfway in. “ is it okay if i, uh, join you ? ”
𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂’𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒈𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃, the strap carrying her hydro flask and her mat tucked under her arm, tiny almost-useless purse in hand as she presses the button to get to her desired floor. she’s pulls her phone out of her bag to text dahlia and ask if they’re still meeting up to get a coffee beforehand. and that’s when the elevator door dings back open. a bit of instant annoyance washing over her, she glances up from her screen expecting an impatient stranger for her to shoot a glare at. who she sees instead... leaves her entirely breathless the moment recognition hits her brain, unable to say anything at all for what feels like a full 20 seconds of pure silence (her primary thought: ‘you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...’ ). but as he’s starting to disappear behind the doors again, phe impulsively reaches out as if to catch it for him at the same instant percy steps forward between them to work his way in, triggering them back open again. her heart flutters at the familiar sight of him pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the sense of painful nostalgia washing over her- she manages a response to his question, “y...yeah.” she nods, “of course.” she backs up on instinct, her mind racing, pulse starting to pound as she tries to calculate exactly how long it’s been since she and her ex fiance, the man she’s always categorized in her mind as the great lost love of her life, have stood this close to one another. the whole situation ceases to feel like reality, starts to feel like some sort of crazy nightmare her subconscious has come up with for her, like so many she’s actually been haunted awake by over the years. taunting her with what ifs and could-have-beens, reminding her of her mistakes, of the pure happiness she’d cost herself. but this is different. in her bad dreams, the two of them are always saying goodbye... in this moment, they’re getting to say hello again. “so...are you-” it’s her instinct to fill the silence before it can completely fall back over them, just to talk to him for the first time in way too long, even if it scares her. it sounds like she’s setting up to ask him a normal, casual question; but then she comes out with, “are you for real right now?” she lets out a nervous little laugh, coated in disbelief, revealing how truly shocked she is. nervousness is far from a natural state of hers, anyone who knows her, knows this, (percy certainly world). right then, she could do almost nothing to hide it. “like are you... am i hallucinating?” she half-jokes, both to break the tension and to try and disguise some of the trembling in her voice with the poor attempt at humor.
dahliashq:
dahlia put both hands up, surrendering to her friend’s orders and disapproval. not that she could agrue it, exactly, because not having time for breakfast was a foolish move that she would never recommend. she accepted ophelia’s phone, opening up uber eats and scrolling to find some food that was calling to her. “getting by? that’s good! could be going a lot worse then.” was what dahlia took from that statement, her thumb scrolling the options, only pausing to accept the coffee with a genuinely appreciative ‘thanking you’. she put the phone down for a second to add some sweetener, her attention half on her own task at hand and half on ophelia looking through the box. “we are? oh, for fuck’s sake. why don’t they ever send everything you order the first time? it’s always got to be a mission.” she had a sip of her cold brew and picked the phone back up, landing on a local bakery that looked like it had good options. “want to order a couple pastries? i could kill for an almond croissant - these look good.”
“𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅- 𝒊’𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒆. any scone.” ophelia nodded in agreement, “get us something savory too like a couple sandwiches or something, we’ll cut them up and share.” she suggested as she pulled out a few packed bolts of material from the box, trying not to become overly frustrated while she compared them to, “this invoice says we’re supposed to have more than what’s here... i’m gonna have to karen out again, aren’t i?” she rolled her eyes, laughing a little as she remembered last time; the company she sourced her fabrics from had tried to pull one over on her and convince her that they’d sent every bundle, but in the end- not only did she end up getting the ones rightfully owed to her they were trying to rip her off for, she’d gotten a coupon code for a free bolt next time. “damn. i really thought they would’ve just, not done that again after all that. i was such a pain in the ass.”