Freedom is within you;

Philippa Amante Reyes, but please... call me Pippa. Always Pippa. 27 years old. Pro skater. 

[pippareyes]

tony-demarco:

“Sometimes I wonder if you bleed rainbows Pip, you are literally the nicest person I know. But really, I don’t think I could either.”  Tony shook his hands up in the air, “Ooo Pippa and her fancy job,” he teased jokingly. For someone who usually was active, lately Tony had been cooped up inside playing video games during the day and spending his evenings inside for the entertainment of others.  It was nice to enjoy the summer heat, especially with his friend.  “Just family business,” he responded not sure what to say when it came thoughts about his father’s side.  “Nothing for you to worry about, I am still the ever so lovable Tony.”  As she spoke about herself, he lit up.  No matter what was going on with him, he was always ecstatic to hear when his friends were doing well.  “I know, honestly just been hectic and still getting use to my sleep schedule. But don’t worry your pretty little head off; I plan on calling you plenty when I can.  So what do you have in mind for your collection?  I might have to save up and I am really happy things are going your way, I cannot think of someone who deserves it more.”

Tony nodded, “actually I think it does make you more human.  People might get suspicious that you are Supergirl or something.”  He crinkled his nose, “psst wow!  I am hurt you want to watch me fall on my ass.”  Of course, he knew the woman was joking.  “Sounds good to me.”  With that said, he dropped his skateboard to the ground and got on it. Following her lead, he jumped up with the board and slid down the railing and jumped to the next ramp.

“Don’t stab me in order to know that, please...” Pippa replied raising her hands up once her hands left her mouth, and as soon as he spoke again, she shook her head in disagreement. “It’s not fancy. Why would you say that? It’s just something I love to do, a hobby that turned into something more... I could never say everyone has the chance of doing so, but thankfully, the universe worked out my way? I guess,” she shrugged. Trying not to put too much thought into those words. “And, hey, if you ever need someone  to talk to, I’m all ears, you know that...” leaning forward she pressed a kiss on his cheek, sharing a smile throughout the action. Because in the end, that was Pippa, always caring about others, even more than about herself. “I could always give you something as a gift, or if you have any cool ideas for a deck? Who knows? But I’m trying to go with something more colorful, something that could express who I am. The first one was just to throw myself out there, pretty generic... I wasn’t too happy, but I was proud that I had something out there that would always belong to me.” And a smile appeared on her lips again, lips moving forward as happiness would reach her being.

Nodding her hand, she murmured that he was silly about calling her Superwoman, since she was far from that before she finally moved from one side of the ramp to another, a few tricks to fight gravity, the feeling of being exactly where she wanted to, from time to time, looking at Tony and making silly faces before she sad on the ground, facing the ramp in front of her, with her arms wrapped around her skateboard. “I needed this. I really needed this.”

[pippareyes]

libby-hales:

“I think you’re the perfect amount of Pippa.” She spoke, placing her hand gently on Pippa’s arms, sounding like a drunk girl at a party who just went around complimenting everyone. “I’ll get you a little badge that says you’re the sweetest, so that everyone who sees you walk by knows.” Smiling at the words, she nodded in agreement. “I’m glad we’re friends too. Life would be less colourful without you, and who doesn’t love having a colorful life?”

“I want that badge and I’m not even joking, or maybe it could be my new deck. Maybe it’ll bring me luck enough to win every single contest in the future.” With a smile, she nodded at her friend, actually enjoying the despite even if they were just playful words. “You’re being so kind to me, and I don’t know how to deal with it. Have you ever seem Full House? Because I’m about to pull a Danny Tanner and give you a hug.”

[pippareyes]

odettestevens:

“If that’s the case, you’re new mantra should be What Would Dee Do?” she chuckled. “This place is the best. It’s just so nice to walk around and find some cool treasures. Plus being my neighbor doesn’t hurt either. Oh! I should tell you, I’m moving! Still in this neck of the woods but I moved in with one of my oldest friends so that my sister could have her own space. You should come visit some time!” she told Pippa. Even though the move was still very new and she didn’t get all of her stuff in the apartment yet, it didn’t stop her from inviting people to visit. “Instagram is always my go to. My fans seem to have the answers to everything. Quick selfie and then we can let the magic happen from there.”

“WWDD. I’ll take that into consideration, after all, you do have a great life. I hope everything’s going well with your youtube channel, the music carreer. You do know I want you to be happy, right?” And it wasn’t hard to know Pippa meant it, because she always cared about others, specially those who were close to her. And soon, good news made Pippa smile. “Look at you! I can’t wait to meet you new place, throw a party too! It’s wild after it’s over, but I should say it gives good memories. And yes, I love Instagram. I’m weak for it.”

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devon-flores:

“It’s horrible, Pippa. You’re not near the grill”, Devon stuck out their tongue and shook their head, “maybe I should change location for now, people in the beach get hungrier faster and clients get too hot to come here, and I could have tons of breaks to go in the sea”. 

"Yes, that’s true... and while I’m not that bad in the kitchen, it’s safe to say I shouldn’t help you.” Smiling at Devon, she looked around, knowing that despite the heat at least they seemed to be happy about their work. “See? I just gave you an amazing idea, you should definitely embrace it. I’ll find a way to say good things about your food truck to everyone I meet on the beach. It’s settled!”

[pippareyes]

hillgeorgia:

Her mother constantly bothered her to keep in touch with friends.

Doctors needed to be people-persons– skills that couldn’t be learned out of a textbook, skills Georgia had almost seamlessly forgotten after being out of the customer service gig for half a decade. She didn’t have many close friends – had her roommates, sure, and people like Pippa: one night stands that stayed in touch (’cause Georgia could never really let go) (the city could be lonely sometimes) (and what was that joke about lesbians and U-Haul?). 

Pippa was leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. Georgia was thumbing a spot near her spine. “It’s good to see you,” she said, with a matching smile. “I can’t remember the last time I spent an entire day with anybody, so you should count yourself damn lucky.” Adjusting the tote bag strap on her shoulder, Georgia pulled back from the embrace. “How’re you doing? What’s the plan for today? The Museum? You really know me too well.”

"I could never say any less than that about you, after all, having your presence is a good thing indeed. I’m really lucky,” she had been lucky with Georgia before, a different meaning to that word. One that gave her fun when her life was upside down, hurt, missing Cassie. Those were the moments she always searched for a one night stand and Georgia provided that. “Well, we could start with that. If I’m being honest, I’ve never been in there before so it shall be a different adventure for my day. I’m always out there, on top of my skateboard. It’s an habit, an addiction.” She joked, smiling at the girl. “So... lead the way.”

[pippareyes]

@hillgeorgia

It was a few minutes past midday, when the sun was right above her head, and Pippa left the restaurant she had lunch in order to meet Georgia after that. Despite if her friends were unemployed or going the routine of work, the weekends always seemed the best time to keep in touch and leave her house to meet them. With a brief text for Georgia to meet her close to the Museum Victoria, since it seemed Pippa could never truly leave Fitzroy, she was there, waiting with her phone on her hand until she finally spotted a familiar figure. “Know that I have the entire day to spend with you, use it wisely, enjoy my company,” she teased with a smile on her lips as she reached close to kiss the woman’s cheek.

[pippareyes]

passabrina:

Posturing herself on the opposite chair, she rested her handbag on the bend of her knee beneath the table, and the blonde clasped her hands together on the table as her signature smile carved against her cheeks–dimples showing. A giggle falls from the back of her throat, and her azure hues are rolled with exaggeration and humor. “Oh gosh, tell me about it. I feel like we have not properly spoken to each other since the dawn of ages.” Shaking her head, she only fiddled her fingers when she spoke. “All is well, though. I’ve been working a lot, but I am so happy because an agent approached me the other day offering me a deal that was tempting, but I’m still pondering.” Two nights again, when she was performing with an orchestra at the theater, she was offered the chance to perform at a recording studio for a musician who was searching for a pianist. Sabrina just was not sure if she wanted her work to be associated with another musician that would gain more credit for the piece. Glancing over at Pippa, she shrugged her shoulders. “How about you? How are you?”

After their brief moment sharing a hug, Pippa finally motioned her body, sitting at the chair opposite of Sabrina’s, while her hands held the menu, though her eyes weren’t on the words written in it. But at Sabrina, she could wait a little bit to decide what she wanted to order, at first she wanted to enjoy each other’s presence, listen to the woman’s words and give Sabrina the attention she deserved. “Maybe it’s my fault since I’ve spent the first week of January far from everyone, then I headed back to Adelaide, I was focused on my work and now here I am.” Pippa commented, sharing her life with the blonde woman in front of her. “A deal, well... I can’t truly help because in the end, it’s all about doing what you’d like to do. But, I’m always considering the idea of saying yes to new opportunities, which leads to new adventures. But despite your answer, I’m glad it happened to you,” and with that, Pippa shared a genuine smile. Once they were greated by the waiter, Pippa smiled at him, simply ordering a white chocolate mocha latte, still uncertain about what to it. “I’ve been good, I’m torn between finding a new contest to participate or give myself a break and truly focus on my brand. We’ll see what happens next. And I’m happy, if that helps... as information about myself.”

[pippareyes]

tony-demarco:

A bright smile formed when he noticed Pippa on her board.  The woman could maneuver the board in ways he just wished he could.  “Lucky you, I actually got some money finally or we would be pulling a Bonnie and Clyde maneuver.  But minus the killing.”  As her arm wrapped around him, he placed his arms around her in a friendly hug.  As he pulled away, he lightly shrugged at her question.  Usually he tended to be full of life, but a lot has been chipping away at him.  “Uh you know I am alive, guess that means I cannot complain too much.”  He smiled. “Not a lot going on with me, got a new job working nights so my sleep pattern is off and other than that just being my usual self.  What about you though?  It feels as if I haven’t seen or heard from you in forever.  All I ever get is your Instagram pictures, which always make me jealous because you look good as always and are a badass skateboarder.  Is there something you can’t do?  No really is there?”

Looking over at the kiosk, he returned his attention back to his friend.  “So do we eat first or shall we get our skate on for a bit?  It has been awhile since I’ve been on the board.  Actually last time I think was with you, so I might be a bit rusty. So try to contain your laughter if I fall on my ass.”

“Please, I could never kill someone... let alone a bug. I simply can’t end the life of a being, so we’re glad we don’t have to follow that path, thank you. Besides, I also happen to have a job, so it works too,” flashing her tongue at her friend. Pippa was enjoying their time outside, the moments the wind would touch her skin when the heat and the sun rays weren’t bothering her. “Oh, it seems there’s something there you’re not telling me, but okay, maybe’s just my weird sense of trying to make everyone happy,” winking at him she shrugged. “Hey, all you need to do is call me, I’m always free for my friends and I’ve been great, I’m dying to go through a new contest, I’m finally working on my new collection for the brand, I’m not a taken woman and really happy. Things have been good in my life... finally,” after all of her problems with her parents and the nightmare she had to live in the past, she was glad to think about the amount of good memories she had had in the past few weeks.

“And answering your question I can’t draw, I can’t drive and I can’t sing? Does it make me more of a human?” She joked, which it was easy to see as she shared a laugh with Tony. “Please do fall, give me the pleasure of laughing about it,” of course she’d be more worried than entertained by it, but it was still worth to tease him before hopping on top of her skateboard and moving down the ramp. “We’ll eat later,” she replied to his question, raising her voice so he could hear it.

[pippareyes]

ryderwest:

With a dramatized sigh, Ryder gave up the hopeless argument with a roll of his eyes — though it wasn’t so much an argument as it was playful bickering over something so trivial. “I’m not biased,” He proceeded to complain in a mumble, however seconds later decided, “—Alright, maybe a little biased… Still, you say it as though too many albums are a bad thing.” Naturally, his own living space seemed to be formed around his own record collection. If he owned any smaller of a flat, it’d be bursting at the seams with albums. “What’s so great about this art of yours anyway?”

When Ryder said he wasn’t biased, her first reaction was to share a good laugh. She was glad that she was having a good time around him, even if she didn’t need it just as much as in the past, when her struggles and pain were consuming her; Pippa was always interested at having fun around friends, people she cared and loved. “They aren’t, but... I’ll need a bigger shelf. And to get more money as soon as possible, talk about my brand whenever you see someone who’s into skateboard. Give me money, Ry.” Poking the tip of his nose, she smiled. “It’s about love, it’s about reading between the lines.”

[pippareyes]

adamfcrds:

“No, really, it’s fine” Adam insisted on footing the bill for the vinyl. If he was in her position he would have bought them both without a second thought, perhaps because he had the financial means but also because he was easily swayed when it came to shopping. “I would probably be the least helpful person you’d come across when it comes to anything to do with decoration” He returned her smile after a small laugh. “A deck?” Adam repeated with raised eyebrows, he couldn’t remember the last time he heard that term – even thinking of the years was making him feel slightly older than he already was. “I haven’t skateboarded in years…I wouldn’t even know what to do with a skateboard right now” He said to the girl. “My sister skateboards occasionally but I think she’s more of a roller-skater”

“You’re the greatest, know that and keep that in mind, because I mean it,” she opened a smile, engaging in a conversation that kept her light and warm mood there. As she was finally able to get new vinyls, and one of them she’d be forever thankful that it was given to her as a gift. “I can bother my roommate about it. I know nothing about decoration but I do know what I like, so maybe my room will look like a mess to others, but I’ll feel at home,” with a light shrug, she kept looking around, her eyes mesmerized by what happened at their surroundings when their subject changed and forced her gaze to meet his, with a smile still there. “I do that for a living, it’s been a hobby and then it became my job. In fact, I need new contests to go through because I miss the adrenaline. And hey, if you ever feel like doing it again, I’m always happy to have someone joining me in my adventures while skateboarding around town. Or your sister... just let me know.”

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asher-goldstein:

“Oh totally, I don’t mind that people use old band t-shirts for fashion purpose only, actually is a great way of marketing and putting bands out there, and at least 5% of the people that will wear the shirt we’ll feel the curiosity to least to the bands, so that’s a way of making some records and bands popular again and not letting them die, which actually makes me happy. And don’t worry about rambling, I do that too” He smiled and shrugged. Asher was definitely not expecting the little innuendo Pippa made, which made him raise his eyebrows and smirk, it was obvious that she had everything in control and she knew exactly how to convince a man “I can see that… I’m sure he will think that the paint is totally worth it.”

“Sounds like you know a lot about it... what do you do? For a living I mean... And yes, I’ve always got myself entertained while searching for new t-shirts.” She replied, but in the end, when wasn’t Pippa feeling happy about something? And with a smile on her lips, she kept her attention on the man next to her. “Maybe, we’ll see... but thank you again.”

[devon-flores-blog]

“…And that’s how I accidentally shaved my arm hair”, Devon laughed as the customer walked away with their order. They walked outside of the truck to check on the containers filled with agua fresca, serving themselves a glass of jamaica, “honestly, when is this awful heat going away?”

[pippareyes]

Pippa was watching as Devon worked, being around customers and she was trying her best not to be in the way of their work when Devon finally left the truck. A smile appeared on Pippa’s lips. “It’s not that awful, come on... you could park your truck near the beach and once your shift is over we could get ourselves in the water. Or, just give yourself a break and let’s do it!”

[pippareyes]

push my luck;

[pippareyes]

aainsworth:

There was a small smile gracing his lips as Pippa joked around with him. It made Arthur wish he hadn’t acknowledged whatever feelings he was had developed for Pippa, because in his mind, it only made everything more difficult. Everything was harder now and he needed to watch his every step, because as paranoid as Arthur was, everything seemed to be a reason for their friendship to be ruined and he’d be the one to blame. It wouldn’t be long until his palms began sweating due to his nerves getting the best of him, and yet, here she was… joking around, acting as if she hadn’t just taken a huge blow. It made his heart jump. He hated that feeling. But he tried to be a good sport and do what he usually did best pushing his own feelings and emotions to the side.

After getting to their hotel room and taking a quick shower, feeling slightly better about this trip, mostly because he had began to let go of the image of Pippa’s father advancing towards her, Arthur pressed a kiss on her cheek and stepped out of the room, waiting for her at the hall so they could go out and distract themselves some more. Mostly her. Mostly Pippa. 

He slid one arm around her shoulders as they walked out of the hotel, trying to keep a physical presence in her day, since he still wasn’t sure how he should proceed with her, but glad to see that she seemed excited about their little plan. At least that’s the impression it gave him since she kept their destination a secret until they’ve reached it. “Isn’t here where they have that plant that smells like rotten flesh?” Of course he’d say something stupid like that. “I–read something online about it. I’m… really into cacti though? I swear.. it started out when I bought you that baby cacti and now I’m obsessed. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore, Pippa.” He looked at her, still admiring her smile. “What was your favorite spot here? It reminds me a bit of Hever’s Gardens back in England. I mean… it has a massive castle to go with it, but you know… all the green.”

In his touch she felt comfort, as if the moment his arms were around her, she could ignore her problems in the past, the same ones that were still haunting her mind the moment Pippa was left by herself; it was never a problem to ignore pain while around others, those were the moments they became a blur in her mind, it was worst when there was no one around her to keep Pippa entertained, when the night seemed darker and the silence horrifying. Thankfully, it was nothing she should focus un while taking Arthur to a tour in her hometown. “I don’t know... but maybe?” She didn’t understand how his mind worked and the information shared, but it amused her, it brought a smile to her lips. “And, it’s all about enjoying yourself, it’s your hobby... embrace it! I have my own, that’s what makes us great, unique and interesting.” And with a wink, she moved her arm around his waist keeping him closer as they walked around.

“The Summer House.” It was an easy answer, and as soon as he asked she changed their path, slowly making her way until her favorite spoit. It gave a beautiful view of the green around them and it was also a spot that gave to each other the chance of enjoying each other’s presence and no one else, since there were no events happening in it. “It may not seem like much now... but when I was a kid, it was hard not to fall in love with it. I was taking a walk with abuelieta, and there was a wedding happening. I’m not the kind of person who had dreams of dressing in white and walking down the aisle, if I did, it’d have been for my grandma but that day...” she stopped for a second as an inevitable smile invaded her lips, matching her expression. “I fell in love with love. It was pure... two people who were willing to spend their lives together, through better and worst. And it felt honest, call me silly, but their love was almost tactile, and it gave me a good memory of this place, which also turned this into my favorite spot. Besides having picnics here with friends. I like nature, it makes me feel more relaxed.”

Looking at Arthur for a second, she held his hand, enjoying the idea of focusing on a better feeling than the previous one who was in her being. “And well, if I ever head back to England, you could also give me a tour. I’d like that.”

[pippareyes]

asher-goldstein:

“You would be surprised how many people I have met that wear Metallica or Guns n Roses t-shirts that had never heard a song of them, not that you were one of them, cause you obviously seemed like you have a great music taste” Asher smiled “Those are amazing records and yeah I’m with you I got Queen of Soul, Dummy and Garbage for a very low price.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, she did had a great idea on how to get both of the things she wanted “Very smart move, so know you can get both of them.” He turned around to see the cactus paint she was referring too, even if it wasn’t his kind of art he had to admit it was pretty and he could see why she wanted it. “I did? Well go me, I’m glad I helped you get two great albums that you had already pick. You know if you ever want to get records here” He gave him a card of the girl that was helping him rebuild his collections “Her prices are a bit more expensive than the ones here, but she can get you any record you want, especially the rarest ones”

"People can still enjoy it aesthetically, I guess, it’s all about allowing them to be happy, as long as there’s no harm, and enjoying yourself. There’s a better sense of peace when you let go of the idea everything someone else does might annoy you because it doesn’t live up to your expectations and I’m rambling,” she chuckled as her eyes moved to meet Asher’s. “That’s interesting, indeed! Well... what can I say? I have a way with my man, besides I can always give him something in return.” Now, in a different tent, she stared at the amateur and yet cute paiting. Waiting for the man’s point of view about it, even if Pippa herself had already made up her mind. And as she accept the card Asher was handing her, she smiled, once again, in return. “Thank you, I’ll make sure to look for her whenever I need it.” 

[pippareyes]

sulaimanroy:

“It is!” he agreed. Roy frowned when he felt her take his hand, wondering if she could feel how sweaty his palms were. Following behind her, he readied himself for a beautiful, breathtaking piece that compared to the works of Van Gogh or Salvador Dali—instead, he found himself looking at a blotchy, gray-and-brown painting of a koala. It wasn’t ugly per say, but he wouldn’t think twice about buying two vinyls instead. “Oh. Well, it’s…” He nodded and rubbed his chin, pretending to look at it thoughtfully. “You know, it’s definitely… a… koala…”

“Roy!” Pippa exclamed the moment those words left his mouth, she had thought about pushing him lightly in a playful way, but that action remained inside of her mind as she ended up laughing. “You can say it, you’ve hated it. I know, I know.... I’m going for things that could look cute and those that are also affordable. But if you’re having ideas about giving me some other painting as a gift, I’d never decline that,” she was merely joking. “Does it mean I should buy the vinyls?”

[kittens-and-skulls]

she would have swallowed the sun to make you warm enough. she was nothing but love. she was nothing but love.

inkskinned

goddamn this line.

(via wendlawrites)

[pippareyes]

aainsworth:

“No. I have a poor musical taste. I’m a Beatles fan because that’s what my mum used to listen to.” He was trying his best not to be so literal with the things Pippa would say, mostly because he knew that nine times out of ten, the blonde would be teasing him. Granted, that attempt didn’t last long because when she mentioned him buying her the other vinyl, he couldn’t help but to keep the confused look from his face. “I literally just said I’d buy it though?” His dark hues then glanced over to the salesman, maybe to check if the man had heard him as he pulled out his wallet to pay for the other disc. Once the transaction was done, he picked up the bag the man had put them in and stepped away from the small booth and moved along to the artist’s tent that she had seen the sculpture she was talking about. “I don’t know… do bedrooms have to have a theme?” He looked down at the blonde, then shrugged again. “You’re like this beautiful mess. I think it suits you.” With a small smile on his face, he leaned down and stole a small kiss from her lips, nuzzling the tip of her nose, then straightening his back again. “Show it to me. I still think you should buy it if you like it.”

“Oh, so will I have to show you my collection of vynil discs? Educate you about music? Because I’d love to that, we could make a tour inside of my messy room, after all, the last time we were there, it wasn’t as if we were paying attention to decoration,” she joked, winking at the man next to her. Rolling her eyes playfully she held the bag with her new discs before she looked back at Arthur. “I know you’ve said it to me, what I tried to state was that you bought the one that wasn’t your favorite, because I’m silly and I wanted to tease you,” her words followed a light shrug and the blonde woman stayed on her tiptoes to press her lips against his through a brief moment. “Of course they do! I’m the theme, you’ll open up the door and you’ll see me all over it. Oh, this is so Pippa!” She changed her tone through the last few words, pretending to be Arthur before she laughed. “I can accept it, a beautiful mess. It’s not a lie after all...” She enjoyed the beginning of a relationship, the blissful moments around someone she was slowly getting to know in a different way, as more than friends. And a smile was easily appearing on her lips everytime he was near, which showed that she could and should be happy. Finally stopping in front of the tent, Pippa pointed at the sculptures. “Cute cats, wire sculptures, they would look adorable in my room. Like me.”