LOUD MOUTH

and i want you so badly, but you could be anyone twenty-five / mako manor surfer, singer, icecream scooper

[sierrahumes]

                               - 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕕-𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 -

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

name:  sierra rae humes

nicknames: give her one pls

age: twenty-five

gender identity: cis-female.

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual.

birthday: june 21, 1995

star sign: cancer.

occupation: works at an ice cream truck at the lunch box

neighbourhood: mako manor

place of birth: costa del sol, ca

height: 5′7

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.

tattoos: a bunch of cute tattoos, some drunk, all sentimental. 

spotify most played: witchy woman by the eagles

languages spoken:  english

style: 501′s chopped into shorts, crop tops over bathing suits, big band shirts, always something casual

addictions: nothing glaring, she probably over indulges in weed 

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

born n raised in mako manor she is a true california babe!! born swimming, surfing, and the only girl middle child to a pack of three boys ( chase, david & kieran ) , she’s always had a lot of energy and tom boy Vibes

skinned knees and sunfreckles are her thing, she started at the community college in an attempt to get a head start on what was supposed to be a degree in marine biology, but she was never great at school and instead decided to work full time instead of studying.

her parents think that she’s “saving up” before she applies again, but really she is here and she is vibing, spending her days scooping icecream to tourists, weekends on the waves, and nights partying with the best of them

sierra’s not very complicated and she doesn’t aim to be, she’s running through her youth at full speed, taking everything that comes at her with a big smile. she wants to be a singer, deep down, and she’s started to perform here and there locally. her voice is good and she’s got promise but it’s too early for her to be anything yet

vegan, but not an asshole about it, definitely trying to grow her own tomatoes behind her house, brakes for turtles, will write a song about you if the vibes are right

currently lives in the trailer park in a little lot with a fixed trailer. she’s got flowers out front that she loves dearly and a pet chicken named margaret that stays in the fence.

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ozvicario​:

Oz parted his lips, hesitation met as he looked down at the drink and back at her. “I’ve got,” he shuffled through the basket, “three straws,” he said, attempting to scoop out all three and dropping one instead, the stomping of feet burying the piece of plastic into the sand. “Ah shit,” he said, losing sight of the straw in the fray. “Two straws,” he corrected, holding up the spare. “I think we’re suppose to use the bucket to mix it. I just grabbed whatever,” Oz explained, leaning into her ear to be heard over the growing music. “I’ll hold, you mix?”

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“Two straws for two people, I guess that means we can’t phone a friend this time, we’ve gotta finish it all.” She gleamed at the idea, slipping into something mindless and fun— a return to a youth that she had once adored, before Costa had emptied out and the residents of the coastal town had sought out new opportunities and better adventures without her. “Jungle juice on the fly,” Sierra said, already uncapping things, tucking bottles tight against her chest with her arm while she began to pour the whole mess into the bucket. She still swayed to the music, which made her focus and hand a bit unsteady, sloshing some onto the sides of the bucket and the sand below them. Her own voice raised and she leaned by him to speak. “How do you know the birthday girl?”

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hollis-campbell​:

where: the full moon party who: @sierrahumes​

Attempting to keep up with his inebriated roommate had done a number on Hollis.  Having only barely arrived at the party he was already six beers deep, drenched in salt water and fighting off a bitch of a charley horse in his left leg.  And so the young night was shaping into as good a party as any, by Hollis’s standards.  He was buzzing on his own drunken glory when he spotted silvered hair and a familiar form. 

“Sierra~!” Her name is a song on his lips, drawn long and out of key as he runs to her in a jumping lope of a gaze. “My friend. My pal. Mi amigo~” Hollis grins, “Do you have a towel or a…a …” his hands gesture vaguely around his hair, the long locks swinging wet about them. “Or, you know, a drink? Any of the above really.” He swings a wet arm around her shoulder and laughs. “You doing good? Having fun?”

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After a few beers and more than a few hits, Sierra was beginning to wonder if this was the real life equivalent of the sunken place. Clad in a barely there slip, bone white and slipping from her shoulders, she felt more like a ghost than something angelic— but still, a smile spread indulgently on her features when she embraced the man who had come towards her from the beach, something soaked and handsome, with black hair near blue in the moonlight. “Hello angel,” she cooed, wriggling away from the discomfort of wet clothing and the threat of it turning her own into something sheer. “I have,” ring adorned fingers poked through her purse, tugging out a cigarette and a poorly rolled joint. “No drinks and not even a lighter.” Lipstick-free lips turned downwards at the realization, before she cast her attention towards the house, “Let’s go find something to drink, then we’ll have more fun. Gotta stay hydrated, right?”

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leeminjvn​:

𝐀  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒  as  minjun  realizes  the  blonde  is  actually  sierra  ,  having  already  connected  with  her  during  his  first  week  living  in  costa  though  time  has  kept  them  both  busy  since  .  he  glances  at  the  open  laptop  in  front  of  him  ,  a  subtle  shrug  of  his  shoulders  lending  evidence  to  the  work  that  can  be  put  off  till  later  .  “  do  you  mean  besides  turning  this  in  to  the  cafe  so  they  can  hold  onto  it  in  case  the  owner  returns  ?  ”  minjun  packs  away  his  things  into  his  backpack  ,  standing  from  the  small  table  with  iced  coffee  in  hand  and  the  wallet  in  the  other  .  “  because  i  have  big  plans  today  ,  sierra  ––––––  very  big  plans  so  whatever  you  have  in  mind  needs  to  be  top  tier  .  ”

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“That’s out of the question,” she said decidedly, “How do we know that we can trust them to not use the—“ Sierra opened the wallet, rifling through the contents. “Seven-fifty in here for nefarious reasons? We’ve got to do this ourselves, I think.” Her usual grin settled brightly on her features when she looked over at Minjun, gesturing towards the cup in his hand to indicate that she definitely wanted a sip. “Big plans? I’ve got zero plans so this is about as thrilling as it might get. Hands and feet inside the ride, we’re in for it.” The ice cream truck could wait, she had no intention of actually returning to work with haste. Tugging the ID out of the sleeve, the blonde held it between the two of them to study the image. “Alright, we’re looking for an Eric, 6’1, brown hair, green eyes.” Her brow canted, “Think he’s single? He’s kinda cute.”

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📲 jo & sierra

jordan: wow i accidentally cheated on margaret

jordan: i need to bring her a gift next time i visit

jordan: what's her favorite snack?

sierra: i'm covering her lil ears she CANNOT hear this

sierra: she's quite bougie, which is unfortunate

sierra: but when she likes to indulge, i get her the trader joe's vegan mac

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📲 jo & sierra

jordan: did you lose margaret?

jordan: i swear there is a chicken in my yard who looks like her... but naked

sierra: it's 6pm do you know where your margaret is

sierra: margaret is here..... fully dressed, respectable

sierra: whose naked chicken have you been ogling jordan

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miguelcabello​:

For: @sierrahumes​​ Location: Costa Pier Park 

He laughs, backing away from the two men whose veins threatened to pop from their neck. “Boys, boys. I can explain,” he offers, his hands raised towards his side. Run. Miguel bursts through the crowd, shrieks surrounding him as the two men shouted after him. He dives towards the pier, towards the throng that lingered for the rides and concession stands that continued to thrive under the hot California sun. He slows as he molds into the crowd, a hat swiped from the closets stand now sitting atop his head. The boys, as dimwitted and ignorant as they were, had enough common sense to split up, one dived left and the other right in search for the boy who now harbored both their wallets. Miguel peaks over his shoulder, his legs hastening its steps as one of the boys advances forward. He bumps directly into a finger in his sidetracked thoughts, an apology on his lips and a name following. “Sierra,” he recognizes, though the boy is close now. His hands slide across her waist. He turns her so she is covering him as much as she could, and kisses her, full on the lips, but his eyes are peaking from the corner, watching the boy walk past them. When he pulls away, he breathes a sigh of relief. “Thanks for the save.”

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The California sun soaks into skin and makes it golden, just as it does with the stray leaves cast onto the ground, and with flaxen hair saturated with saltwater. Sierra was basking in it, her face tipped up towards the cloudless expanse of cornflower blue, revelling in the noise and commotion of the busy park. From her wrist her wallet dangled and she debated each food stand that she passed, surveying the options with a discerning gaze. Most of them knew her, with her freckled features and sunburned knees-- she had grown up with many of the Costa natives, had seen them scattered by other callings, or tethered by new responsibility. Everyone was moving somewhere, but she felt inexplicably stationary. The ocean rushed in and out from the shore, like a heartbeat, or it was taking a breath, and as a cobalt gaze drew towards the water, she envied it as well, for its ability to making leaving second nature. Nothing tied down the sea. She was in the midst of feeling particularly bad about it when her name was called out, the syllables punctuated by what sounded like surprise and Sierra blinked, glancing over her shoulder before two hands manipulated the rest of her, swivelling her hips and pressing full lips to her own. She recognized him by his smell, the warmth of his cologne and when he pulls back, the wickedness in his gaze. The blonde formed a broad smile as she reached over with her thumb to clean the smear of lipgloss from his mouth. “That’s some way to say hello, Cabello.”

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ozvicario​:

Event: Full Moon Party For: @sierrahumes​

Strangers piled into thick crowds. Oz carried a bucket with booze and a chaser, cash exchanged for the first green bucket he could grab. He didn’t even bother reading the label; anything and everything went on nights like tonight. He craned his neck into the horde, his eyes caught sight of a blonde. “Andie,” he called, fighting through the crowd. He called her name out again, grabbing her shoulder until she turned. Not Andie. “Sierra,” he greeted instead, a grin widening across his features. Oz lifted the bucket between the pair. “Split a drink?” 

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A familiar voice carried an also familiar name, but neither belonged to her and so Sierra continued her aimless walk. She swayed slightly, the combined result of the drinks she had consumed, the music, and the fact that her steps were in a single line, heel to toe while she bobbed along. It was hands on her shoulder that made her whip around, not shocked or scared, but instead, pleased to have company on a night that had proved to be simultaneously busy, and lonely. It was Oz instead, with his sweet hazel eyes and a wolfish smile that could swallow whole the darkness of the evening. Blue eyes lit down at the bucket and she nodded gleefully, “Got a straw? We can share if you don’t, I promise I don’t have cooties.”

[litscigarette-a]

[hajohinta]

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leeminjvn​:

starter for: open location: the lunch box

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓  on  the  floor  pulls  minjun’s  attention  away  from  the  computer  screen  in  front  of  him  .  he  glances  to  see  someone  standing  nearby  ,  oblivious  to  the  item  on  the  ground  .  with  a  sigh  he  leans  down  to  pick  it  up  ,  pulling  one  airpod  free  from  his  ear  as  he  coughs  slightly  to  get  their  attention  .  “  did  you  drop  this  ?  ”

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Sierra had a tendency to extend her lunch breaks, tugging them long enough to imagine that she had spent an entire afternoon on her own time, instead of inside the old Volkswagen Kombi that she worked in. Now, she reluctantly made her way back there, a cigarette trailing ash behind her as she walked, scuffed sneaker toes bearing the damage of her tendency to drag her feet. While she was mostly in her own head, a noise and a familiar voice made her spin. A smile plastered on her mouth, sticky with gloss, and she steps closer, wrapping her hands around the thick wallet. “Absolutely not, I’ve never had that much money in my life.” Her head canted, and she looked at the leather bound item. “Karmically, I think that it’s our duty to return this. Pack it up angel, we’re going on an adventure.”

[blancapadlla]

[andysambrg]

WHISPER OF THE HEART |  耳をすませば (1995)

dir. Yoshifumi Kondō

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