slow burn

people talk about my image like i come in two dimensions, like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind, like what I happen to be wearing the day that someone takes a picture is my new statement for all of womankind

[dancingloki]

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the thistle is a prickly flower, aye, but how it is sweetly worn.

[ethanheine]

remy

“Why do you wanna talk about Gambit right now? He’s cool and all, but…” Ethan paused, thought about it a moment. “Oooh. You mean Heine, not LeBeau. Got it.” He snickered, taking another drink. This would be a lot easier. “What’s there to say? I love the girl like she’s my own flesh and blood. Wait…scratch that. You know what I mean.” He laughed again. Wow, he was missin’ all the marks tonight. The more he thought about her, though, the more his smile faded. “She deserves better than she’s gotten. I give her a hard time, but she’s a good kid, and I don’t know what I’d do without her. Any time she gets sad about something, I just wanna fix it. I wanna make the bad things go away, and stick a fist through anything else.” Was that too sappy? Felt too sappy. He hiccuped, taking another swig of beer. “Yeah, the little demon’s something special. Maybe just…” he leaned closer to whisper conspiratorially, “don’t tell her I’m here.” He leaned back again, swaying a little. “I don’t want her to worry ‘bout me. She doesn’t need that on her plate too.” @remyhcine

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[xboheme]

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❛  Now baby don’t you look at me that way    'Cause you know there’s only so much I can take

[remyhcine]

ofkelsi‌:

remyhcine‌:

kelsi shook her head, “not in that phrasing i don’t think.”  she shrugged, chuckling softly.  she didn’t think that, or see how other could either.  she just did what she did to help other people out and make them feel better–that’s what she’d always done.  “oh, he is?  i can’t really fight anybody, but do you need me to knock some sense into him?”  she questioned, taking a bite of her own cake that she’d taken out for herself.  

“Well, they should, you should hear it more often.” There was an attempt at a light punch to her shoulder, a sort of move you’d give a kid doing his best on the baseball fields, but it missed it’s mark. Remy waited no time before she managed to shove a mouthful of cake in her mouth, icing everywhere, including her chin. “I appreciate the offer but--” it was unintelligible through the cake. “I don’t reckon you’d do much damage.” With a heavy sigh she rest her chin on her free hand. “When was the last time you went on a date?” She asked her, choosing to move the subject to something else quickly.

[remyhcine]

kentackerman‌:

“Fine,” he muttered sharply, dropping all the bags of candy right on the counter on top of the heap of paperwork she had and turned his body towards the few chairs lined up near the door for patrons while they’d wait. Luckily, they were all empty and they hadn’t subjected someone else to the sideshow. “I’ll just wait here until you’re ready to talk.” He perched himself in the one closest to her, arms crossed over his chest in defiance. 

It took everything she had not to take one of the bags of candy and chuck it with all her might against the wall. Her lips pressed together and she closed her eyes, she was trying to tell herself to keep her cool. At the moment she was angry, but she was cold. Somehow managing to keep her composure despite wanting to snap, but the way he shook it off as if he didn’t even know what he’d done. “I’m not going to be ready to talk,” she told him, shoving the bags to the side so harshly they fell off the work desk. “Just leave-- just fuckin’ leave. Are you kiddin’ me right now? You don’t show up yesterday, you fuckin’ ditch me and now when I don’t even want to deal with you I can’t get rid of you?” She wasn’t oblivious to the way she felt about him, so she knew her reaction had to do a hell of a lot with this. And though he’d seen her cry just a few days before, she didn’t want to do it again. Not when it was him that she was crying over.

[remyhcine]

marshall-dyer‌:

“Right…” Mars set his fork down. “I’m the manager of my restaurant and I’ve been working basically alone in running things since I started two years ago. Finally got the okay to hire an assistant manager, and trained her so she knows exactly what’s going on and how to run things while I’m gone. So now I’m taking my first vacation in 2 years.” Marsh said, already feeling the need to defend himself. “Drinking was just the first thing I thought of. People usually do it to celebrate, so.” He sighed. “Maybe on a nicer day, I could take a walk. It’s a little frigid today.”

“I dunno-- I mean might not be the same but I manage the auto shop and I dunno if I could go on vacation after just trainin’ someone.” She shrugged one shoulder. “Not to rain on your parade or anything, m’sure your vacation’s well deserved, maybe you should just uh-- turn your cell phone off y’know?” She suggested. “Yeah, I mean ‘round here any cause for celebration’s cause for a drink, and if it’s somethin’ terrible? Another reason for a drink. LSU beatin’ Bama had everyone from here to Tuscaloosa drunk as a skunk.”

[remyhcine]

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[remyhcine]

marshall-dyer‌:

“I just finished training my assistant manager… which means, I am officially on vacation. Which means I can actually do normal things and be fun. Problem is, I don’t do a lot of ‘fun’ things any more.” Marsh looked down at his lunch, taking another bite and sighing. “What do people do on their days off? Watch TV, I guess? I have a whole week off. Should I get drunk?”

@frostfordstart​

“You’re goin’ on vacation after just trainin’ your assistant manager?” Not that Remy would ever consider having an assistant manager-- or going on vacation, but the thought made her uncomfortable without even knowing what he did for a living. “Yeah, get drunk-- day drinkin’s a thing now. I’d say go up to the riverbank now but you’ll catch your death considerin’ the weather.”

[remyhcine]

isaacxcohen‌:

@frostfordstart​

It was another night after his monotonous job and the town was dead, typical on a Wednesday night after eight. The only thing that would keep him distracted and give him an excuse to drink was the weekly trivia night hosted at Bootlegger’s. He clicked his tongue as his friend texted him they were no longer coming and shoved his phone back into his pocket. Fuck. Can’t be alone at a bar on a week night again, his dad would hear about it. How pathetic that Isaac still had to worry about what daddy would think, he thought bitterly. 

He turned to the person next to him ordering a drink at the bar. “Hey, wanna make a trivia team with me? You apparently need more than one person to be a ‘team,’” he said, playfully rolling his eyes. “I’ll even let you pick the team name.”

At this point, all she wanted was to drown herself in bottomless mozzarella sticks, something that wasn’t actually on the menu and came more at her requesting order after order until she was sure she felt so stuffed she’d bleed mozzarella if you so much as poked her. Her bill would be expensive. It was obvious that she was moping, throwing her own damn pity party along with whatever IPA they’d put in front of her that night. 

“M’gonna be bad at it probably,” she told him with a dismissive shrug. She was also probably going to be sick in about twenty minutes or so. “Unless by trivia they mean useless 90s garbage then-- m’gonna be a shit teammate.”

[remyhcine]

kentackerman‌:

He took a step back almost immediately in defense, knowing the tone of her voice a little too well. There was a frustrated tone and then a tone used specifically for being frustrated at him, but he was hoping he’d just stumbled into something he wasn’t supposed to and was wrong about the instinct. “Yeah, alright. Gonna be damn hard to unload this much though.” He takes a look around and knows. “You got two cars up on lifts, Rem. You ain’t busy. What the fuck?”

Half of her wasn’t prepared to do this, she wanted to turn around and bow out of the conversation, she didn’t want to fight with Kent, she was just fucking hurt. And then the other half wanted to be angry, wanted him to understand that he’d ditched her. “I don’t care what you do with the fuckin’ candy,” she snapped, and it was that half of her that won out. “I don’t wanna talk to you right now Kent, take the damn hint.”

[remyhcine]

danidelgawdo‌:

“I mean, I went to prom, but that hardly counts. I don’t know.” It was stupid the more she talked out loud, and feeling stupid just made her want to cry more. She really had been such a fool, thinking that Kent Ackerman was going to sweep her off her feet, when in reality, he wouldn’t even remember their meeting. “I just wanted it to be perfect. Didn’t you ever have a picture in your head of what you wanted somethin’ to be? I don’t even know if I’m disappointed in him, really. He is who he is, and that’s not who I wanted. I wanted the person I made up with his face attached, but that’s not real. That’s what hurts, I s’pose. Ain’t about fair or not fair.”

“Prom counts,” she said in defense, mostly of herself. Prom had counted in her book, though she’d gone with Kent--as friends-- and ended up dancing with Wade Shannon instead. “Yeah and it was nothin’ like what I expected” she told her, with a dry humorless laugh that was almost accompanied with tears. Had she thought about her mother and the disappointment that had brought, she might have been joining crying girl in her attempt to drown out her sorrows with alcohol. “You don’t think that’s about fairness?” Remy turned to look at her, one eyebrow raised. “M’not defendin’ him cause trust me-- all men are shit-- but if you didn’t really known him before and you just had this idealistic view that he didn’t measure up to?” She shrugged, not wanting to tread dangerous waters. “What did he do that was so disappointin’ anyway?”

[sharpeshelen]

Why can’t you accept that she might be living a good, honest life? That she’s an attentive partner and a good mom? Because I wanted that mom. I wanted the mom who made me afternoon snacks instead of just telling me to look for loose fries in the McDonald’s ball pit. Why does Patricia get that mom?

[remyhcine]

chandlerheine‌:

“Where’s that sidekick of yours?” Chandler asked Remy as they sat down with their coffees. He looked around the cafe, finding Kent nowhere to be seen. “Feels like it’s dangerous to let you two wander outside without each other since you share half a brain cell and all.” 

He was joking, mostly about Remy. His cousin, of course, had at least one brain cell all to herself. Chandler wasn’t so sure about Kent. They’d always been attached at the hip, or if they hadn’t, it was some kind of Mandela effect, thinking of Kent when Remy was around and Remy when Kent was around. Kind of nauseating. 

Kind of heartbreaking. 

Almost felt like Remy’s relationship with Kent was stronger than his relationship to his wife had ever been. 

@remyhcine​

Subtlety wasn’t her strong suit. She made it all too obvious that she didn’t want to answer his question by taking a too long sip of her coffee, covering her face up with the little plastic cup. In her wake to avoid talking about him, she burned her tongue, of course. “Brain cell’s mine,” she mumbled without any humor, eyes focusing on the pattern on the table so she didn’t have to think about the stupid fact that she-- missed him. 

This wasn’t the first time someone had asked her where he was and it drove her nearly crazy to think that she’d been so constantly questioned about stupid Kent Ackerman, as if they weren’t two different people with two different lives. She’d never been so angry with him that she’d gone this long though, this time she’d been more than angry, she’d been hurt. And jealous. It sucked. “I dunno where he is-- I don’t care.” Lie. “Probably out somewhere with a sprained ankle and a cracked skull knowin’ him.” 

[remyhcine]

danidelgawdo‌:

There was something awfully familiar about the girl wearing her sunglasses inside, but Dani was a little tipsy and a lot distraught. She had been told so many times in her life that she was overdramatic, that she needed to make her feelings smaller, but here she was again, letting them get to her head. Dani glanced over quickly before turning her attention back to the beer in front of her. She leaned over and grabbed another plastic cup from behind the bar, completely ignoring etiquette and rules. Filling it with lukewarm beer from her pitcher, she pushed it in front of the girl. “It’s just–what was I waitin’ for? I’m twenty-four and I’ve never been on a damn date. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I just waited, and waited. And I wasn’t even waitin’ on him, ‘cause he clearly doesn’t even know who I am. But I thought he was perfect, and if the perfect guy doesn’t even exist, then why did I waste so much time watin’?” A fresh well of tears spilled over, cutting off her diatribe.

Not that she wasn’t against some sort of...girl power rally, Remy certainly never turned down a session to talk about how men were trash, often having to get into an altercation with someone who overheard and dared use the dreaded, not all men phrase, but her spirit was pretty damn low at that point and she hadn’t expected this poor girl to start spilling all of her guts so quickly. Still-- despite the fact that she was thinking of how to make a quick exit without having to use the words, ‘bummer’ she couldn’t help but feel bad. “You’ve never been on a date?” It wasn’t her place to ask why, she knew some people were particular, some didn’t want to date and others were just...not date material, but she wondered why when it came to this person in particular, she seemed devastated, Remy would have guessed she’d been broken up with. “Oh god,” and the tears made her uncomfortable, this level of vulnerability made her uncomfortable, last time she’d cried it had been to, well-- he who shall not be named, and certainly not in public. “Please don’t cry,” but maybe that’s what she needed, catharsis. Without waiting to ask, she reached over the counter and grabbed a bunch of napkins, handing them to her and then offering her sunglasses up, in case she wanted to get rid of evidence. “He’s not worth your tears, and-- I mean I dunno...you don’t have to wait for the perfect guy to manifest, m’not sayin’ that he exists or he doesn’t exist but either way it doesn’t mean you should wait for him and only him. How’s that fair to you?” 

[remyhcine]

ofmatilda‌:

mattie came from the kind of place where everybody focused on your face and looks in general.  “okay–fair point.”  she giggled, there were times when she’d needed to walk back in there and nobody even looked up at her.  “but i think people would notice if their job was amateur compared to what they’re used to.”  she knew the basics, but she wasn’t a pro by any means.  remy made sure that mattie could fix a tire and check her own oil though.  “that i can do.  so long as we’re sharing.”  remy said, picking up the desk phone and putting it at her ear already ready to make the phone call to order pizza. 

Her mood is still a bit rotten but she’s suddenly feeling thankful for having Mattie around, she had to make a mental note to ask her dad about giving her a raise or a bonus. “They won’t notice,” she told her with a shrug, not that she didn’t pride herself in her work, but for the most part all they paid attention to was if she happened to replace the sticker on their windshield which told them their next visit. She made an attempt to wait patiently as she dialed up the Cuttery, though she was leaning forward and whispering “extra cheese” as she tried to talk so someone. “Did you get the extra cheese?” she asked giving her an apologetic look for trying to interrupt. “I should show you how to replace your windshield wipers next-- or maybe how to swap out dead bulbs, can’t have you gettin’ stranded with no headlights.”

[remyhcine]

i should be asleep but instead i am eating a croissant the size of my face!

there’s lots of new people around since i posted my character intros so i’ve given them a bit of an update and im gonna post them here, i’m always looking for new connections so pls give them a look and message me i love u all!!

REMY’S INTRO | SADIE’S INTRO | JACOB’S INTRO | HAZEL’S INTRO

[remyhcine]

i should be asleep but instead i am eating a croissant the size of my face!

there’s lots of new people around since i posted my character intros so i’ve given them a bit of an update and im gonna post them here, i’m always looking for new connections so pls give them a look and message me i love u all!!

REMY’S INTRO | SADIE’S INTRO | JACOB’S INTRO | HAZEL’S INTRO