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when life forces difficult choices on us; it seems impossible to understand why; but in the end you deal with the consequences;

[rebelduit-deactivated20190515]

   ❝How is it my fault that you have no food chill?❞

[peiinto-blog]

❝Cause you're the one who brought up food. Just tell me up front, are we getting Chipotle or not?❞ 

[rebelduit-deactivated20190515]

    ❝You have absolutely no chill.❞

[peiinto-blog]

❝I have plenty of chill. Just none when it comes to burritos, this is your fault.❞

[rebelduit-deactivated20190515]

     ❝That’s what I thought, Miss Evans.❞

[peiinto-blog]

❝Whatever you say, Mister Rowe. Now, where's the Chipotle?❞

[rebelduit-deactivated20190515]

      ❝Oh no, I just heard the sound of buying you Chipotle aaaaaaaaaaaand it’s gone.❞

[peiinto-blog]

❝Wait, did I say grunge? I meant... dazzling and charitable personality? please buy me chipotle.❞

[peiinto-blog]

rebelduit

❝The 90s called and they want their grunge back.❞

[conduitism]

He had seen the commotion from down the block, and while he didn’t exactly have a craving for coffee just then, he was always a little nosy. It would, someday, come back to bite him right in the ass. Wren shoves gloved hands into his pockets, shoes clicking on concrete as he slowly made his way to the cafe. There was definitely chatter, but before he could pull the door open and enter, there’s a voice. Wren stops. 

He turns around, expecting to see someone standing at his height, but his eyes fall to the ground. His eyes scan the woman quickly, determine that she looks like she knows what she’s talking about, and he pulls off from the door. ❛A fight, hmm? I seem to always miss the good things.❜ He shakes his head, once, and turns his body so he can face her easily. ❛In a coffee shop,❜ he laughs, ❛do you know why?❜

[peiinto-blog]

She lets out a small laugh, lightly touching her lip once more. The cut was already healed over as if nothing had ever happened, any evidence of Midori being in the fight was gone. With that, she got up from the curb, dusting any dirt off from her pants. ❝Well, you know how some people are. One little mistake on their order and all hell breaks loose. People these days, right?❞

It wasn't the complete truth, but it worked well enough. Midori had seen plenty of people get up in arms over wrong orders. Plus, that was easier than trying to explain how impatient some people got when she was short a few dollars for her drink and started counting out coins, it was a big mess in general. ❝I don't see why they all got worked up. There's a coffee shop on nearly every corner of this place.❞

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»56/? movie stills - Kumiko, the Treasure Hunter (2014)

[exaequatioarchived-blog]

     "I would be pullin’ yer leg by now, but         t’at won’t be ‘appenin’. It closed down         t’is mornin’.”

[peiinto-blog]

          “Nooo, where are we going to get five dollar            pizza's now? Can we go to the building and            have a moment of silence or something?"

[peiinto-blog]

exaequatio

          “what do you mean the pizza place closed down?"

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                      ❝ honestly, you scared                                 the piss out of me ! jesus,                                are you part spider? good                                lord.  ❞

[peiinto-blog]

               ❝ there's no way spiders                      are that scary to you. you're probably                      like, the biggest baby i've ever met.                      seriously. get it together.  ❞

[peiinto-blog]

     can YOU paint with all      the colors of the WIND?

[peiinto-blog]

+ conduitism

          Not everyone was as welcoming to the idea of letting conduits roam free.           Even after everything that had happened. She should've guessed as much,           considering how rude some people could be. Dropping down to sit on the           curb, she wiped her lip already feeling the skin heal over from the punch           she'd received. Looking at the people walk by, Midori called out to one man           about to enter the same cafe she'd just left.

               ❝Hey, I wouldn't go in there just yet. A fight                    broke out and well, things are pretty messy.❞ 

          It'd take them a while to clean the paint from the coffee makers anyways.

[peiinto-blog]

+ jailbrexker

“yeah that's cool and all but  i just really don't care."

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( eira let her have the moment she needed to recover from the initial shock of having someone put their voice in your head, rather than your ears. she was always patient with this part of the process, the shock, the questions, because she understood that it was necessary. she’d like the same respect to her if the roles were switched. she was just glad for both the others and herself that it was a one way street of send, and not receive. sharing minds would just be overwhelming and eira had enough of that emotion to last a lifetime. )

                          i don’t mind! how i understand it is it’s telepathy. i can’t talk,                          and so my brain lets me send what i want to say to someones                          head. i don’t exactly know how or why it works though. what do                          you call the paint thing you do?

     ( now it was eira’s turn to be stunned for a moment, given that most      people didn’t take the leap from telepathic girl to telepathic dead girl,      even if it was the case and even if she did give all the clues. people saw      what they wanted to see and while most were ready to believe in mutant      genetics, rarely spirits. but after the shock she smiles. )

                          in a nutshell — yes. very observant. 

[peiinto-blog]

          she listened ( was is still listening if the voice was already in your head? )           to the young girl explain her situation. in an odd way it was comforting,           meeting someone else with interesting powers. whether this stranger was           a conduit or not, midori wasn't too sure but nonetheless, it felt nice knowing           that there were other 'different' people out there. when asked about her powers           she glanced between her hands and the small doodles she'd done on the ads.           there wasn't a cool name for paint manipulation -- at least she hadn't thought of one.

          ❝ there isn't really a name for it. but i can just control paint, to put it simply. ❞

          it wasn't as cool as telepathy but then again it must get tiresome only being able to           communicate that way. but this girl seemed to be taking it in stride so maybe she           could take a few hints from her. however, hearing that other girl is basically a ghost           was... well more interesting? it would certainly explain the telepathy but it was still           hard for midori to believe that she was a ghost.

          ❝ really? i'd kinda meant it as a joke so, i -- i'm sorry you died? ❞

[dominatrici-archive-blog]

  (  the redhead grumbled, obviously unhappy with the loss of the embrace.  )

                     ❝           you’re too cute to be left outside Midori. Too cute. ❞

[peiinto-blog]

          there's another smile, lightly running her hand               through the other's hair before pulling her off the couch.

                  ❝ and you're too cute to smell like booze and regret. Shower -- now. ❞

[peiinto-blog]

never 4get the fact that burnie is the equivalent of a sassy cop who is in this crew he wants nothing to do with so i'm like l aUGHS he's so sassy he'd be like 'try not to die midori.. no really....... try not 2 die pls..........'

omg she’d be so nervous around him at first cause just cops in general make her antsy but then nah bc burnie is hella cool i’m sure if he said something like that to her she’d be confused like ‘???? what did i get myself into burnie help’ 

[dominatrici-archive-blog]

    ( the redhead made a little noise of discontent ; burying herself into the        younger female once again & not willing to move away just yet. )

                            ❝             oh, wow. You’re so sweeet, Midori.❞

[peiinto-blog]

          fighting the urge to cough through the stench, Midori                scrunched up her nose and slowly pried the other off her.

               ❝ no, you are. You're the one letting me stay                        here rent free. The true hero. ❞