* MOON / STARS !

shiloh reid ; twenty-eight, owner of little blooms. ★ ☾ “ she don't laugh at everything but when she does the planet swings around her. she don't step on sidewalks seams, her teenage boyfriends all still dream about her. she don't need the glitter of the vegas' lights, she blow a kiss and leave it spinning' like a tilt-a-whirl. the sunshine waits for her to wake up, she's a pony tail no make-up saturday. 'cause she don't need umbrellas in the summer rain, she could catch the eye of a hurricane in blue jeans and pearls. ”

[stutterisms]

send me a symbol for...

[museinspo]

✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.

▲  five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did.

☠  five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.

★  five times my muse though yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it.

❤  five times my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time they admit it.

▼  five times my muse has caught yours getting off, and the one time they help out.

♫  five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is.

☪  five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do.

☁  five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.

☢  five times my muse almost sends a nude, and the one time they do.

[ritchassbaxterd]

domestic headcanons meme!

Send a symbol to hear the following about my muse…

☾ Sleeping habits ☼ Favorite time of day ☂ Favorite weather ¿ Term for the TV device, whether it be “clicker”, “remote”, or something else ↪ Internet browsing activities ☹ Response to a leaky faucet or other household problem ♡ What their wedding invitations would look like ☃ What they wear around the house ♆ The worst kind of neighbor they could have, and how they deal with them ♨ Their cooking ability (or lack thereof) ✂ How well they do yardwork (or blow up the lawnmower) ♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em ✧ How clean their living space is now, and/or would be ideally ♜ Interior decorating aesthetic ♘ Any pets they might have ☗ What you’d find in their cabinets ⚒ What you’d find in their toolshed (if they’d have one) ▀ What they’d hide under the bed ○ What tune their doorbell has, if not a standard ding-dong ☺ What their welcome (or not-so-welcome) mat would say ☻ How late they stay up ♒ If they do their laundry in a timely manner ☆ How they’d throw parties (what would go on at them, refreshments, etc) ✓ What a typical Tuesday night looks like ❥ How they’d invite you home for the night (yes, it could be a pickup line)

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[theavengers]

[alexverhage]

@shilohreid !

[shilohreid]

fatherafferty‌:

darcy chuckled lightly to himself and looked from the bartender to the woman next to him. “now, i’d like to ask you a question.” he gestured to himself. “do you think the irish fellow is at an irish bar just for the feckin hell of it? because it’s a good bar? because i enjoy it? nah, come off it. unless the other place is also irish, i’m fine sitting right here.”

shiloh smiled at him sweetly, even as he droned on about an irish man in an irish bar.. the whole thing was missing a punch line if you asked her but he was attractive enough that she would let that go -- besides, it isn’t every day a man of the cloth walks into a bar (that’s was a good enough punchline as is). “well, i’ll be.. what’s an irish fellow like yourself doin’ here in our little slice of heaven?” she rested her chin against her fist, elbow leaning atop the bar counter. “don’t tell me ‘ya came all this way to see if our liquor measures up, father... sorry, i didn’t catch your name.”

[shilohreid]

alexverhage‌:

      his eyes narrowed down on the brunette, moving in front of those that had lined up for a free shot. he was angry, more so at her comment about the court room than anything else. she had no right, no right at all to mention his relationship at all more so because the only reason he was fighting was for his daughter and she knew that. there was a constant struggle in that room for his daughter, that was all he wanted. grabbing her by the arm, he picked up her purse and walked straight towards the door. “that’s it…” he was used to her antics, sometimes, he’d go head to head with her, hell, he was ready to go head to head with her tonight, but after that?  no, tonight he’d walk her right back to where she actually wanted to be. “you have no fucking right to mention shit that’s none of your business,” he spoke through gritted teeth, crossing the street with the petite girls arm still in his hand, dragging her belongings in his free hand. “you want something to drink? you want free tequila?  you get it from your friends here. i’ll send your credit card over later with talon or something.” xander handed her belongings right back to her, the dark glare remaining on her as he let her go, taking a step back from the brunette altogether. “and shi, before i go, stay the fuck away from my bar..”  

a pout formed instantly across her features as shiloh felt herself being physically dragged from claddagh’s -- she hated that. being forced. anywhere really. she’d been so small her entire life that people had always assumed they could pick her up as they liked--throw her around like a rag doll just because--it had to be one of her biggest pet peeves.. and alexander knew this. he knew this far too well and that annoyed her even more. “let me go!” she demanded. shi tugged her arm from his grasp, practically pulling the joint from the socket in an attempt to free herself. “i don’t consent to this man touchin’ me! hello.. do you hear me world? let me go!” she yelled, looking around the street for bystanders--anyone really--who could witness the pure abuse of power being held over her (and all because he was bigger and taller than she) but it was no use, the streets were as empty as ever. everyone already inside their bar of choice enjoying a nice, calm night. 

once he’d finally let her go, her hand of the arm he hadn’t been holding went to rub the sore spot his hand had been. shiloh mumbled under her breath--something about the idiot standing before her--as she collected herself. she took a step forward, closing the space xander had created between them. “i’ll go to whatever fuckin’ bar i please, alexander. who’s goin’ to stop me.. you?” she rolled her eyes. “i ain’t scared of lil’ ol’ you, never have been.. don’t think i’ll start now.” she took another step towards him, and once she was close enough, she shoved his chest with both her hands roughly. “and don’t man handle me ever again, ‘lright?” she shoved him again, just for good measure.

[shilohreid]

billiemarquez‌:

She smiled at Shiloh’s wink, leaned in to light it for her – even cupped her hand to shield it from the breeze that blew through. With a drag of Billie’s thumb, the lighter sparked to life; flame licking at the cigarette until the tip glowed red as an ember. 

“Oh, y’know me, Lo–”

“I’ll take it to my grave.”

She slipped the lighter back into her purse, glanced at the street around them – before her gaze returned to Shiloh, dark-painted lips still curled into a smile. “How’ve you been? Shop goin’ strong as ever?” She stopped by whenever she could – both for Shiloh and for the smell; the heady scent of growth the kind of thing she wanted to live in.

she took a long inhale from her cigarette, holding it in before allowing the smoke to exit her lungs and then her mouth. shiloh watched as the smoke hovered around her, creating an almost fog like hue around her. “same ol’ same,” the brunette mused, as she took another hit from her bad habit. “it’s my first spring with the shop, exciting stuff. you know, it’s almost time blooming season. i can feel the magic in the air..” she sounded silly, she knew -- she didn’t expect anyone to understand but there was something about the fact that she was creating life.. growing these plants herself, that brought just as much joy to her as their beauty did, as their scents did. it was the whole package really. you couldn’t simply love someone for a part of them, no -- you loved them for all the small things that made up their being and it was the same thing for shiloh with her flowers. “you should stop by this week, take something home with ‘ya to have around, see it change from nothing to somethin’ before your eyes, bil. you’ll feel it too, i promise it.”

[shilohreid]

forsylvians‌:

sylvie let her hand wander closer to shiloh’s chest, almost skimming the soft skin she found there, but drew it back at the last second. “juicy, babe.” she’d be lying if she hadn’t thought about just taking the florist to the bathrooms and getting it over and done with, but the chase was half the fun. “go have fun in there.” she pecked shiloh’s cheek and gave her ass a squeeze.

shi shrieked playfully as sylvie’s hand found it’s way to her ass -- she gave it a good shake, just for the woman, before she turned around and winked. “save a dance for me, alright? don’t you dare sneak outta here tonight without spendin’ a little time with me.”

[shilohreid]

alexverhage‌:

        “you  could  say  that  or  you  could  say  i’m  catching  a  thief  red-handed.  potato,  potato,  shi..”  he  shrugged,  did  the  two  often  push  each  others  buttons?  yes,  but  that’s  because  he  believed  shiloh  couldn’t  get  over  something  that  happened  over  ten  years  ago.  let  go  and  let  god.  it was high school, he was as stupid as can be. “could  be  either  or…i’ve  got  the  cops  on  speed  dial,  you  know?  real  good  friends  with  them  but  i  mean,  do  i  want  you  to  spend  the  night  behind  bars?”  the  man  leaned  back  against  the  bar,  breathing  in  sharply,  allowing  for  a  small  ‘tsk’  to  fall  from  his  lips,    “i’m  sure  i  can  manage  that  but  out  of  the  kindness  of  my  heart,  which  i  happen  to  have,  regardless  of  the  opinion  of  the  masses,  i’ll  just  let  you  treat  everyone  to  a  shot..”  it  wasn’t  the  first  time  shiloh  tried  to  attempt  one  of  her  little  shenanigans,  and  he  was  sure  it  wouldn’t  be  the  last. it was never the last.  at  her  offering,  the  man  looked  her  up  and  down,  a  smirk  on  his  lips.  “body shot? i had assumed you’d hate the thought of my lips anywhere near you… and while i’m thankful for the offer, i’m on  the  clock,  sweetheart…”

“do you mean good ol’ sergeant samual?” she rolled her eyes, often disgusted over the unnatural relationship those two men shared -- seriously, was it necessary to grocery shop together? shiloh had to bite her lip to stop her tongue from rolling out of her mouth, followed by what she could only assume would be an extremely realistic gagging noise. she was better than that -- not a child like the man standing in front of her was underneath that grown up disguise. “i dare ‘ya to call him, alexander.” there was an edge to her words, a challenge. “i’d sure love to see that man put those handcuffs of his to good use. maybe he’ll send one of his officers instead.. if god’s looking out for me, he’ll make sure it’s that matty boy. he certainly does know how to use that tongue of his..” shi grabbed a drink from an on-looker, a man watching the scene unfold in front of him--probably waiting on the promise of free shots--she smiled sweetly in his direction before bringing the glass to her lips and taking a sip. “on the clock.. of course, i won’t even mention the fact that that’s never seemed to stop ‘ya before, cranky pants but to each their own, i suppose.. only god can judge ‘ya and all that jazz.” she waved her hand between them, dismissing his words. “if you’re not interested in a shot, why don’t ‘ya step outta the way and let all these wonderful people have their turn then?” she laid down on his bar counter, the cool surface sending a shiver down her exposed spine. she knew he would stop his, of course. claddagh’s was no coyote ugly. she was going to win this battle and eventually, the war. the thought alone brought a sinister smile to her face. shi’s hands tugged on the loose fabric of her shirt, exposing her stomach to the bar. “alright, who’s up first? don’t forget y’all.. little blooms is just around the corner and i’d be more than happy to help each and every one of ‘ya put together a pretty little bouquet for that special someone in your life.. ain’t that right, alexander? whoops.. i forget, can’t exactly bring flowers to a court room, can ‘ya?”

[shilohreid]

@sonnysideup: @tinyshiloh ...i would like to see it

@tinyshiloh: @sonnysideup get me drunk and i'll be happy to oblige

[shilohreid]

alexverhage‌:

               xander  watched  the tiny brunette closely  from  his  corner,  if  only  because  her  being  her  meant  some  bullshit  such  as  her  taking  his  customers  across  the  street  (which  he  never  held  them  accountable  for,  they  did  what  they  wanted)  or  the  bullshit  she  was  doing  right  now.    he  watched  as  the  bartender  beside  him  was  going  to  stop  her,  but  he  put  his  hand  on  his  chest,  shaking  it,  letting  him  know  that  he  was  going  to  take  it  from  there.  jumping  across  the  bar,  he  took  the  tequila  bottle  out  of  her  hand,  “that’s  going  to  cost  you  $100…” he stated matter-of-factly, setting the tequila down beside her. “and since you’ve now bought it..” xander stepped away from her,  getting  the attention from the his customers as he called out to them. “tequila shots for everyone! courtesy of little blooms.” 

he was in front of her, stealing the bottle back, before she knew what was happening -- but it never took shiloh very long to get her wits about her. she tilted her head to the side slightly, as she watched alexander closely. if she had known he was in tonight, she may have skipped this little stop already together--and headed straight to coyote’s--but it was too late for that now, there was no way she was going to let him win. “that desperate for the business, are ‘ya verhage?” her words, though sugar sweet in tone, dripped of venom. there was so much history between these two, it could fill the whole bar and then some. they never had found a way past all their baggage and back to the realm of friendship. what a shame. shi hopped off her stool, and propped herself up on the bar counter before she addressed the crowd, her legs how hanging off the side. “might as well make that body shots, we here at little blooms like to add a personal touch to each and every interaction.” her eyes never left his, as her hands played with the hem of her shirt. “what’ya say, fancy the first drink?”

[shilohreid]

→ location: inside claddagh

→ open: to all

no one said owning your own business would be easy -- unfortunately for shiloh, she was learning that the hard way. more often than not, it seemed her days were filled with endless bills, ungrateful customers and horny old men stopping by for a peek at her ass instead of a bouquet of flowers for their wives who were waiting back at home. if it wasn’t for the moments of pure joy--where she found herself practically submerged, from head to toe, in a room full of pretty, pretty flowers--it might not feel worth it.. 

but damn.. was it worth it. when she walked in each and every morning, and inhaled that sweet scent -- -- she felt at home. 

that wasn’t to say the hardships didn’t way on her, which was how she’d found herself at claddagh’s. it wasn’t her usual spot, nor did she make a habit out of coming here. this place was a dump, by her standards -- the only thing that drew her in was the undeniable pleasure she found in causing a little ruckus here.. leaving a little destruction behind in her path as she left. 

everyone blew off steam in their own ways, this was hers. 

“as long as officer frowny face ain’t around, it’s fair game if ‘ya ask me.” shi spoke to no one in particular, as she motioned to the alcohol behind the counter -- which she was moments away from stealing. perhaps she was playing with fire--asking for trouble--but loyalties were loyalties and her love for the bar across the street ran deeper than most anything else. as she reached across the counter, and brought a bottle of tequila out from behind the bar, a spark ignited within in. she waved the bottle around, before bringing it to her lips in triumph. things were about to get a whole lot wilder. 

[shilohreid]

fatherafferty‌:

location: claddagh

open: to all

darcy hadn’t been in nashville long: the diocese had set him up with an apartment a bit aways from the church and he was thankful for the help they had given him, but nashville was a unique animal in its own right. everything seemed both new and old, and building were spread in such a vast array. he wondered if he needed a car while he was here, but he truly didn’t know how long he’d be preaching to the good people of tennessee. 

“what would you recommend?” he asked the bartender. claddagh was a block or two away from his tiny abode and it looked aggressively irish, which put his mind at ease. 

she knew he wasn’t speaking to her, but when had that ever stopped shiloh? she’d never been the type to sit back and admire from afar-- no, when she saw something she liked, she went for it.. and this tall drink of water she’d been eyeing across the bar? well, after a long day at work, he looked better than she could have ever imagined she’d fine in this dump. she threw back what was left of her drink, before she sauntered right on over, her hips swaying from side to side as she moved with the grace of the ex-dancer she was. as she slid into the empty spot beside the man at the counter, she smiled sweetly towards him. “i’m ever so sorry to interrupt but i simply couldn’t help myself.” shi leaned against the bar counter. “if you’re lookin’ for a recommendation, may i suggest the bar across the street? it’s a much classier joint, i could show ‘ya the way if you’d like. i was just headin’ over there myself.”

[shilohreid]

@sonnysideup: do you guys ever wonder about that friend...that one straight friend..i guess..what i'm trying to say is.. @tinyshiloh what exactly does that mouth do?

@sonnysideup: i'm kidding. i'm kidding. maybe. i don't know.

@tinyshiloh: @sonnysideup complain mostly

@tinyshiloh: kidding @sonnysideup i can actually tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue o:)

[shilohreid]

forsylvians‌:

“oh babe.” sylvie trails her gaze up and down shiloh’s body. “i’d love to see you take it all off, you know i would, but i got put through the wringer last time i let a naked girl into the bar. something about health standards, i wasn’t really paying attention.” was she ever? sylvie got dangerously close and positioned her lips near shiloh’s ear with a small smile. “but tell me, what colour is that set?”

a smirk formed across shiloh’s features, she shimmed her dress a little further down her arm before she answered. “why don’t you take a look and answer that question yourself?” she took the tiniest of steps back, leaning forward to expose sylvie’s eyes to the pleasure that was her now exposed chest--the fabric of her dress hanging loose from her body. “health department, sealth department.” she teased, “i’ve never known you to follow the rules.”

[shilohreid]

stclla‌:

❝ buttercups!? ❞  the  girl  asked  in  mock  excitement,  though  shiloh  would  be  the  first  to  know  that  stella  was  genuinely  interested.  hell,  she  stopped  by  little  blooms  practically  every  day—and  while  that  was  entirely  to  see  the  beautiful  shop  owner,  she  ended  up  learning  things  about  the  plants  here  and  there.  there  was  nothing  like  waking  up  early  to  head  to  the  dance  studio,  stopping  by  shi’s  shop  to  drop  off  a  coffee,  and  sticking  around  for  a  few  minutes  to  hear  her  talk  about  all  of  the  beautiful  arrangements  scattered  about  the  place.  it  was  bliss.

❝ worse—both, ❞  stella  answered  the  following  question,  bringing  her  bottle  to  her  belt  buckle  and  popping  the  top  off.  ❝ well,  sort  of.  old  college  buddies  reunion,  from  what  i  gather.  they  did  show  up  in  business-looking  button  downs,  though.  those  didn’t  last  long. ❞  a  chuckle  left  her,  bottle  meeting  her  lips.  ❝ you  sure  you  want  to  get  in  the  middle  of  all  that  mess? ❞  it  was  a  joke  of  a  question,  really.  shiloh  could  survive  just  about  any  group  of  customers,  especially  if  stella  was  at  her  side.  ❝ maybe  we  can  swindle  them  for  all  they’ve  got,  for  good  times’  sake. ❞

her face dropped in horror -- why men thought it was ever okay to act as if they were superior was beyond her. from a young age, it had been clear to shiloh that women, with all their beautiful curves and brains, always had the upper hand. all it took was a little convincing.. a flash of skin here, a smile there -- -- it was part of the reason coyote ugly was as successful as it was. all it took was a women, up on a bar, shaking what god gave her and the crowd went wild. 

“it’s what they deserve.” shi comfirmed, as she nudged stella’s arm with her own elbow playfully. the pair of friends hardly ever ended a night without a little mischief. was it their fault it seemed they were always the smartest pair wherever they went? they simply couldn’t be held responsible for the consequences of their well thought out and perfectly executed plans. “let’s get ‘em so drunk, they think the whole thing is their idea.” a chuckle fell from her lips as she reached for the bottle her friend was holding, and took a sip.

[shilohreid]

SHILOH REID → INSTAGRAM

[shilohreid]

forsylvians‌:

location: coyote ugly, 9pm open to: all

security was low that night, and when security was low, sylvie always offered to get the door. she was fairly useless inside– close quarters and low lights made it seem like everyone was the enemy, after all– but she liked getting a little peek at the fresh air. and, of course, she liked harassing the customers that were still as green as the mountain grass.

“you dress on theme?” she asked, chewing a massive wad of bubblegum. she looked the patron up and down as she observed their id. as she scrutinizes them, she blows a bubble. “doesn’t look like it.”

“this ol’ thing?” shiloh knew all of sylvie’s tricks -- she’d spent years watching from behind the bar, laughing at the expense of others. it was part of her charm, added character to an already bustling bar (and an establishment like coyote ugly could never have too much charm). “i can take if off if you’d like..” she dropped a strap from her shoulder, exposing the soft skin of her collarbone to the cool evening air. “say the word, sylvie and i’ll strip right on down to my bra and panties. good thing i wore a matchin’ set tonight, huh?”