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#chtask 017

What kind of posts you’ll most likely find on Ira’s Instagram account? (feat. @jacekhouri and jasper davies.)

Stars.

Space.

Stars.

Music.

Family, friends.

Clouds.

Food and/or travel.

Animals and/or nature.

Some old photos.

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maiaorion‌:

“Yeah, they’d definitely want to if they could.” Maia replied looking at the man. “It better be a chicken wing, those are the best.”

— “I hear the boneless wings are just as good?” Ira wondered, looking back at Maia. “Or you’re not biased? Buffalo wings?” He hasn’t eaten chicken since he was… eleven? Maybe. Yeah, it’s been a long time.

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violentparties‌:

indy’s eye was immediately drawn to the pink treat in front of her, the glittery princess inside of her never taking a day off. with ira’s invitation, she picked it up, biting into it, her face the picture of joy as the explosion of flavour hit her tongue. “dude, these are fuckin’ amazing,” she groaned, a hand covering her still-full mouth, “where’d you get ‘em?”

— Ira nodded, taking another bite and chewing slowly. He gave Indy a thumb-up since he’s unable to verbally express his agreement. “Portland,” he said to Indy a moment later, “Absolutely worth the drive.” Did he underestimate potato donuts? Probably. “Did we guess it, right? Is that the pomegranate one?” Looking inside the box, Ira was having a difficulty which to try next. “They should open the same store here. Or maybe one of the bakeries should try making these donuts.” He decided on the maple one, grabbing some paper napkins and handing some to Indy.

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smatua‌:

Once he released Ira from his embrace, Solomon immediately turned to the chairs and got busy unstacking. He nodded over the work at Ira. “That sounds fun, dude. Does that mean you can tell me my horoscope?” He teased, but damn did he think he was funny! When he finished up the chairs, Solomon asked, “What else can I do to help?”

— “I can point your constellation up there,” said Ira, pointing at the sky. “As for your horoscope, there are tons of apps for that, yeah?” He was joking, watching as Solomon arranged the chairs. “Like cakewalk, huh?” Clapping a hand on Solomon’s shoulder, Ira nodded. “Thanks, Sol. And now we wait for kids to—oh, there’s our first group.” About six kids are bee-lining for the booth, and Ira smiled. “You’re good with kids, right?” Clearing his throat, he greeted the children and motioned for them to sit down. After introducing himself and Solomon and some small chat, he asked, “Do we know what causes heavy rain?”

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jacekhouri‌:

“why is no one buying my cds?” jace grumbled to himself, sitting in the chair behind his vendor table with frustration. “hey! hi! would you like to buy a cd?” he called to the person walking by his table.

— “Sure, I don’t mind a spare copy,” Ira responded, laughing softly as he produces his wallet. “How much?” But then, he might as well make use of Jace’s presence. “You wanna sign my CD, too? I’ll tip you two bucks for it.” He grinned, giving Jace a playful wink. “I am your biggest fan!”

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smatua‌:

( @siderii​ ) “Ira Addams, is that you?” A grin immediately overcame Solomon’s face when he spotted the familiar lion’s mane, and as he drew nearer he held his hand out for a cool-bro-handshake-that-evolves-into-a-cool-bro-one-armed-hug. “I didn’t know you had a booth. What is it, for the weather report? You gonna give the forecast right on site?”

— Ira immediately recognized the voice, smiling to himself and turning around. “Man of peace himself,” he chirped playfully, mirroring this brand-new handshake-bro-hug from Solomon; “Your liege.” Turning slightly, he looked at the stack of small chairs. “Want me to read your forecast for you?” He offered, wiggling his fingers. “Anyhow, this is a fun booth—it’s about astronomy and meteorology. We’ve got lots of kids here at the Cape that’s into space, okay? I just need to finish setting up this whole thing.”  

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sparkleshineeva‌:

Last year a festival followed her arrival in the cape and now another one fell on the one year mark. A lot of things happened some good some bad, (the burning of her favorite restaurant still stung) but she'd do it all again (except losing Around The Clock) Eva had actually had time to make things to sell during the festival. "I wonder if hiring someone to run a vendor table for me would be a thing to do in short notice... I have way too many trinkets I haven't sold yet..."

— “Hey, Eva,” said Ira, spotting her and walking over. “That’s the tricky thing about having your own booth or table, yeah? You’re unsure if your spot’s good or not.” But a crowd’s starting to form. “How about walking around and see if people are interested?” He offered, “Need some help?”

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violentparties‌:

now that indy could see the big box of treats more clearly, she found that she was more excited rather than disgusted or shocked. she loved treats, especially ones being offered to her for free, so with ira’s invitation, she plopped herself down next to him and took a potato donut for herself. “not allergic to any of the things you just said,” she confirmed, “but i don’t think i’ve ever had one of these before.”

— “I’ve only had the vanilla glaze,” Ira admitted, “not very adventurous.” He was leaning on the safe side, at the time. “Got two of each,” he added, taking out a folded piece of paper and showing it to Indy. “Those are the dark chocolate potato donuts,” he points to the group on the right side of the box; “I’m gonna try the sea salt one—that one looks like sea-salt, right?” It was difficult to tell, but he took one. “Feel free to try each!” They probably need coffee or tea for this, too. “The purple ones are probably triple berry, and the pink ones are pomegranate…?” He finally took a bite, nodding while chewing slowly. “Oh, this is good,” Ira decided, then turned to Indy. “What do you think?”

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maiaorion‌: 

“Their mom is gonna be pissed when they see it.” Maia joked. “Considering how much America worship corporations. It would be.” There goes Maia letting her political views slip into casual conversations again.

— “Giant Mickey and Minnie Mouse on the lawn? It could be that they were promoting Disney Plus, although, not subtle, huh.” Ira clarified, chuckling. “I’d prefer the giant chicken, actually. It has more appeal. But that might as well be KFC or Chick-fil-A.”

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violentparties‌:

“uh, what the hell are you doing?” indy asked, confusion lacing every word. she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be disgusted, shocked, or impressed by what she was seeing, so a little clarity was bound to help. or at least she hoped so.

— “Trying to decide which one I should go for,” said Ira, glancing at Indy. In front of him is a big-open box, colorful treats inside. He might have gone overboard with this one. “Go big or go home, right?” Motioning for Indy to come closer, he idly folded his arms on his chest. “Potato donuts—you allergic?”

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maiaorion‌:

“Why a giant chicken? Why not a mouse–Actually chicken is a good choice.” The thought of a giant mouse was terrifying so she changed her mind. “Hopefully that’s the last.”

— “Maybe someone’s thawing it outside for dinner?” Ira suggested, chuckling. “If it were a giant mouse, that would have been Mickey or Minnie, right?”  

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hcrdloves‌:

“i’ll keep that in mind,” eddy laughed, shaking his head at ira’s next question. “i went as gomez addams, but i didn’t get to stay for too long. dredd’s a good idea for next year, though,” he said, reaching behind the bar to grab a spare broom and pan, handing it over to his friend gladly. the bar was a mess, and he needed it cleaned as soon as possible if he wanted to keep his damn job. 

— “I saw Gomez! By the bar, yeah?” Ira recalled, grinning. He should have known, they talked about how Eddy would make an excellent Gomez not so long ago. Taking the broom and pan, Ira set the latter down and starts sweeping using the former. “You keep tabs of the troublemakers that walks in?” Ira’s sweeping some of the glass in the dustpan when he noticed something else on the floor. Taking a knee, he carefully picks it up. “You’ve got an Alaska state coin, man.” Standing up, he holds it up near the light, showing it to Eddy. “It’s your lucky day.”

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maiaorion‌:

“That was possibly the weirdest thing i’ve seen today.” 

— “Pittsburgh’s giant chicken?” Ira asked, both brows raised. “First I’ve seen, actually.”  

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jacekhouri‌:

jace laughed. “i’d love to see pictures we took during the party,” he said, sidling up to ira so he could see the other man’s phone screen. “i can’t believe how fucked up we got, man. just like the old days.” he nodded, giving ira a smile. “i did. it was in the middle of karen’s backyard–i went back over there the next day to grab it.”

— “I’ve only seen two pictures,” Ira admitted, “so far they’ve looked fine.” They were sober—the first two pictures, at least. “Pretty sure Karen put something in the drinks, a little hocus pocus.” He joked, opening the gallery folder on his mobile phone. “Hang on, how did it end up in Karen’s backyard?” Was that during the let’s pretend we’re taking down stormtroopers incident and they’ve consumed quite an amount of liquor? “Okay, this is while we’re at the bar,” said Ira, showing the picture to Jace.  They’re both smiling, holding their space guns in front. “Aaand we’ve got a photobomber on this one.” On the next candid picture, there’s a Minion behind them. “We can call this one as a crossover, yeah?”

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hcrdloves‌:

“i can’t exactly get into a bar fight in the bar i work at, you know? every other one in town is fair game, though,” eddy said with a grin, graciously taking the compliment ira offered. he took the blu-ray into his hands then, turning the cover over to look at it properly while ira talked. “thanks, man, this is fuckin’ amazing. we’ll have to break it in together,” he said, eyes then darting towards the mess on the bar. “i could use some help. there’s a free beer in it for ya, too.”

— “Call me if this happens again, I’ll happily sucker punch the guy,” Ira jested, “or you know, have him step on a Lego.” On the topic of Judge Dredd, he couldn’t help but add, “Did you go as Dredd for Karen’s Halloween event?” Recalling every costume he’s seen during said event, he couldn’t remember setting his eyes on the familiar helmet. “I wouldn’t mind a free beer, I’m your man.” Ira declared, grinning and looking around once more.  “You’ve got any dustpan and broom I could use?”

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maridepalma‌:

November was a weird month. She didn’t much care for the whole thanksgiving thing. It wasn’t something she was ‘used to’ and seemed more trouble remembering than it was worth. “Not gonna lie I miss Halloween and October.” She still had her scary movie list saved from previous years, movies she had missed. And planned on watching. “Eva and I are going to finally get to some of the movies we put on the back burner, whens she’s done marathoning Harry Potter.”

— “Prisoner of Azkaban? That’s the best Harry Potter film,” said Ira, taking one last look at the book in his hand before putting it back on the shelf. “Hang on, so after HP films… horror films?” Taking a few steps forward, he scanned some of the titles. “You read any of these kinds of books?” Ira wondered, plucking a paperback and showing it to Mari. “101 Horror Movies to Watch Before You Die. Pretty sure The Exorcist’s on the list. Have you seen it?”

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hcrdloves‌:

eddy relaxed again once he realised it was ira making himself known in the bar. he wasn’t ready to deal with anyone else after what had just happened, but ira was a calming presence, someone he could be at peace around. “some asshole day-drinker thought it’d be hilarious to come in here looking for a fight,” he explained, rolling his eyes, “i managed to kick him out but he broke a couple of glasses.” with that, he threw the broken piece of glass in the trash, turning his full attention to what ira had in his hands instead. “holy shit, dude, that’s fuckin’ sick,” he said with a grin.

— “Just kicked the guy out? Eddy, that’s kind of you,” Ira joked, adding, “You are a good guy, and I fucking mean it.” Walking towards the bar, he situated himself near the countertop, elbow on the surface. “Innit, yeah?” Nodding, he sets the blu-ray down and points at it. “It has your name on it—well, you can’t see it. But it has Eddy de León stamped all over it.” Ira got it from a garage sale, a lucky buy. “Do you need help cleaning up, by the way?” He offered, looking over the counter.