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Quinn Palmer/25. Are we outside the safe spaces of love?

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bitterhush‌:

                        it took one forgetful mind to bring a towel that stepped into the kitchen completely dripping wet, smelling as salty as the ocean, but the last thing that covered the brunette was shame. on an island like this, where women were overflowing, verena easily passed the hotel employees without a single complaint. her beach body was showing, the drops glistening on her skin as much as her once neat now messy bun had been overpowered by the waves of the ocean. ‘’hola chica,’’ the spanish rolled off her tongue fluently, her accent when she spoke in english so obvious as she continued, ‘’you’ve made nachos! what a sweetie you are, have you made them entirely yourself? mexican is my favorite, i was just aching for them, what are you? you must be some kind of mind reader, no?’’ hopping herself onto the counter next to the tray of food, her gaze shifted to the other, ‘’i haven’t seen you here before, chica, you new? or have you just been hiding in here all this time?’’

         Quinn watched the dripping wet girl enter the kitchen and observe her nachos. She knew she had garnered some attention from the girl just based on the food. “No I can’t read minds,” Quinn stated honestly, “I just felt like making nachos so I did but then I forgot to put the cheese on so I had to put the cheese on again and put it in the oven. You can definitely have some if you want although... you’re wet, do you want a towel or something?” Quinn looked around the kitchen, deciding that this wouldn’t be a place she would find a towel for the girl. “I’m new! I just got here a couple of days ago, I feel like a fish on the water or something like that, I’m all turned around here!”

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wildhcrses‌:

@quinnpalmr​ & josie.

“Quinn! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at home with our family? Instead of here on the Bahamas?” She questioned while looking at her niece. This was news to her, she would have expected her family to have told her something about this, a text at least, but she had gotten nothing at all. Still, she hugged her when she was over the initial shock, not sure what to think of it because now she felt like she needed to take care of her, look out for her.

           In Quinn’s defence, she was very easily taken by surprise, the littlest thing could get her excited in an unexpected way. “Auntie Josie?” she asked, equally surprised to see her here. “I’m here because I am gay and I love sleepovers!” she stated as she hugged the other woman back. “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were gay.”

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sunpaintedsea‌:

                     “dublin’s in ireland. the capital, i think. maybe. fucked if i know, i failed geography.” they teased, poking fun at themselves. “angel’s the smart one. oooh, daytona beach. i’ve been there. spring break, my first year of college. tried coke for the first time. not my thing, to be honest.” saint, you’re talking too much. since they began speaking again, they’d always had a difficult time figuring out what the right amount of chatter is to seem normal. “nah, you’re good. i think i know which one you’re talkin’ about, actually. i was picking up some paints and i think yer place is right across the street. cute little place.” they said, motioning in the direction they had come from.

            “I don’t like coke either, it makes me burp and it hurts my mouth,” Quinn stated very matter of factly. She pushed herself off from the wall of the shelter and burred herself further into Saint’s jacket. “I hear they have a book exchange program so I was going to go swap out a book but then I left my book at home and then I was going back and it started raining and well... here we are,” she gestured at the both of them. “Why do you need paint?”

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tayloreynolds‌:

“of course you didn’t, babe.” she told her, pulling a joint from her back pocket. she fucking needed it now. “you want some?” she asked, lighting it before the girl responded. 

          Quinn looked over at the girl inquisitively. “What’s that?” she asked, moving closer to the girl to get a good look.

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tayloreynolds‌:

she felt a twang of jealousy – a tiny one – when quinn mentioned how beautiful she was, but she didn’t let it show on her face. “no, god, no. we’re just friends.” she told her, clearing her throat before straightening up. “i’m taylor, by the way. let me know if you need any advil or, uh… candy.”

              There was a palpable change, even by Quinn’s standard of observation, at the other girl’s demeanour that made Quinn reflect on the last ten minutes of the conversation. “Did I uh... say something wrong? You have that look on your face that mom has when I put styrofoam in the microwave by accident.”

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sunpaintedsea‌:

                  “it’s no trouble, darlin’. ‘m from dublin. this ain’t even cold and the rain is nothin’.” they said, giving the girl a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “b’sides, it’s a good look for ya.” seeing the smaller girl with saint’s jacket around her shoulders sent a weird fluttering through their chest and made them feel very lonely all of a sudden. they swallowed it, as they always did, and coughed lightly to ease the lump in their throat. “so, miss quinn. what brings you out this way?”

             “Dublin... is that.. where is that?” Quinn asked, racking her brain for an idea. “I’m from Daytona beach, it rains sometimes but its really warm all the time!” She bit her lip and looked over at Saint. “I know this may not sound real but I was actually looking for a book store that’s suppose to be around here. You?”

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tayloreynolds‌:

taylor’s eyebrows raised at her words, smiling and laughing when she realized she was kidding, too. or, at least, she hoped she was. but once she’d gone over what she said again, she realized she’d missed something. “you know diana?” she asked, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that she had a special place in her heart for the woman.

            “Of course, I mean we just met but she’s super friendly and helpful. Also she’s so beautiful,” Quinn stated very matter of factly. There was a pause in the conversation and then Quinn thought out loud, “is she your girlfriend or something?”

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sunpaintedsea‌:

               saint shifted to make room for the girl, stifling a chuckle. she was cute, that’s for sure. she seemed like the type of girl who could cheer you up no matter what, without even realizing it. noticing the girl shivering, they shrugged off their jacket, gently and carefully draping it around the girl’s shoulders. “here, yer gonna freeze t’ death. i think it might be plannin’ on goin’ all night.” they frowned slightly as they looked at the sky. anything to keep their mind off of the mental image of quinn peeling her wet clothes off. 

           Quinn was a little surprised when she felt Saint’s jacket being draped over her shoulder. She wasn’t used to such kind gestures from strangers, usually they liked to take advantage of Quinn’s unsuspecting and sometime naive nature. “Thank you,” Quinn mumbled, wrapping the jacket around herself a little tighter, “But... won’t you be cold now? I don’t want you to be cold.”

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tayloreynolds‌:

“only rule is that you probably shouldn’t take that alone.” she told the person she was selling to, a smile on her face as she passed the small baggy over and took the money they handed her. “well, that and… have fun.” taylor joked, laughing a little as the person nodded and headed off in whatever direction. taylor slid the money into the pocket of her shorts, tilting her head slightly as she caught the eye of someone who looked like they’d seen the whole thing. “what, are you gonna tell on me?” she teased.

        Quinn had watched the interaction with much interest. She hadn’t anticipated being caught staring, which is rude, Quinn, but the question had caught her off guard. “Tell on you? For selling Advil? No it’s okay, it’s legal here. My friend Diana told me so.... Unless you weren’t selling Advil,” she trailed off slowly and then gasped, “are you selling candy?”

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dianainyourarms‌:

      Diana didn’t believe stereotypes to be founded on any reliable evidence… but every now and then an extraordinary force would rise up to challenge that outlook. For surely, if not the for the carcinogenic fallout left behind by peroxide and hair dye fumes, this girl couldn’t be serious. Stunned into silence, the assessment was only allowed to be upheld for a few seconds, all the while soundtracked by the tangent, before she was forced to recalculate her stance on it being a joke. She suddenly felt challenged — paying attention to the current flow of explanation, comprehending it, as well as simultaneously backtracking to piece together what she’d somewhat zoned out on at the very beginning. Despite already regretting her decision to engage with this personification of volume and energy, Diana couldn’t help mumbling correctively, “Advil is legal everywhere.” Although now, hearing herself say so, she had an inexplicable sense of doubt over the matter, uncharacteristically tempted to dissect everything she thought she knew and relate it with a different story. Shaking her head at the noisy clutter in risk of clouding her clarity, Diana stared at the talkative blonde. “Did you flush your Adderall down there too?”

             Quinn nodded her head and made a mental note, Advil is legal everywhere. “Oh okay, I’ll have to buy more then. Do you think they sell any here?” Quinn plopped herself down on the couch next to the girl, letting out a tired sigh, almost like reliving that memory had been exhausting. She frowned and looked over to the other girl. “I don’t think I did, i mean I don’t have any Adderall. Should I have Adderall? Is that... something most people have?”

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sunpaintedsea‌:

                 having been born and raised in dublin, you’d think that saint would have learned by now the signs of rain. unfortunately, they were seriously falling behind in their weather-sensing skills, since they had somehow managed to be the furthest distance from home when the rain started. light, at first, but then quickly became a heavy torrential downpour. clad in nothing more than a tshirt and leather jacket, saint scurried across the street, slipping into the shelter at the same time as the girl. shit. they had hoped to walk home, to keep fit, but not in this weather. the girl started speaking and introduced herself, and saint was absolutely charmed. “pleasure t’ meet ya, quinn. my name’s saint. man, it’s really pouring out here.” they frowned slightly, sticking a pale, tattooed, paint-smeared hand out into the rain.

            Quinn stepped further into the shelter, as though somehow being out of the rain would make her dry quicker. “Saint, that’s a neat name. I’m Quinn, wait, I just said that.” She crossed her arms over her chest to try and warm herself up and leaned against the shelter wall. The pattering of the rain on the bus shelter rooftop was calming and Quinn closed her eyes momentarily. “Do you think it will stop soon, I kind of want to get out of these clothes.”

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xsincerelydia‌:

                                    “  you caught me. i’d give your radar a gold star.  ”  did she really stand out in a crowd like that ?  not that it mattered. lydia was never one to need to fit it with normality, nor go to great means to stick out. she was simply, her. it was endearing almost. the brunette was clumsy with the physical world, and the fresh face in front of her seemed clumsy with her words. how laughable this moment was, and how great food it would be for a rom-coms hunger.  “  i think you hit a record of how many times someone has used the word  ‘ gay ’  here .. ”  maybe the girl was nervous. something lydia could find a common ground with. “  but yes, to all of the above. ”  she warmed a smile. “ you look like alice who just fell down the rabbit hole… can i help you.. with anything ? ”  finding your room? calming down with a glass of wine ? - she did have a smooth merlot in her room. 

           Quinn listened to the other girl and nodded along as she talked. Her brows furrowed at one particular line and she had to ask, “oh you think they keep track of that, how many time people say gay?” Quinn looked around towards the camera, she supposed it was possible with some type of algorithm. “Who’s Alice? Is she okay?” The train of thought almost derailed from her initial purpose, which was to find her way back to the resort. “Right! I’m lost. I don’t want to bother you but could you help me get back to the hotel?”

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@sleepoverbabes​

          "Of course I can help you with that,” Quinn stated as she walked closer to the other girl. She continued, a small hint of pride in her voice, “my mom says I’m very helpful and kind. In Highschool, I was voted most likely to let a murderer into my house.” Quinn paused and furrowed her brows. “Wait.. that’s not a good thing is it.”