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@stella-lunden
Panic Attacks In Paradise - Ashnikko
Self-deprecating More comfortable in bad situations Sucker for a little devastation This always happens
Panic attacks in paradise Piña coladas I’m terrified I swear I’m not crying the sun’s just bright I’m having the best time of my life
Panic attacks in paradise Hyperventilating under candy skies Telling myself that this is fine I’m having the best time of my life
tcmmykane:
Tommy laughs, relaxing his body, shaking the tension out of his limbs as he ashes his cigarette, his gaze remaining on Stella the whole time. He should’ve known that she would ask him what his poison was once he said it wasn’t alcohol. He shrugs, offering her that crooked grin darkened only by the shadow cast over his face from the low lights outside in the relative darkness. “Why? You tryna poison me?” He asks, dodging the question like a bullet. It’s not something one talks about with someone one doesn’t know well.
In fact, it’s no something Tommy talks about with anyone, if he has the choice.
He laughs when she says she can do both, “I mean, it is your place, so, you can do whatever the fuck you want, can’t you?” His brow draws together, but his smile doesn’t falter. “I guess it’s a good thing to hear they keep it outside. But, uh, that little thing about it bein’ your name… sure that works out in your favor, huh?” He winks at her finishing off his cigarette before crushing it out on the wall, tossing the rest of it into the gutter. “What now, Stella?”
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“Nothing like that.” She just gives him a shrug. “You don’t have to tell me- I’m just curious. But I get it.” She thinks it’s good to know this sort of thing about your friends, but to be fair, she and Tommy had only just started talking to each other not too long ago. There’s just things you don’t go around admitting to people, and this was one of them. Unless it was a meeting, where you’re expected to share with strangers- something that never sat right with her.
“Sure, to an extent. Can’t go around making too many bad choices though- I’ve heard bankruptcy’s a bitch.” Stella laughs at his next question, “I’m just glad my mom didn’t give me a really weird name.” She stubs out her cigarette too, putting on a pensive look. “Honestly? I think I’m gonna clock out. ‘Cause it’s not that busy and I’m not the one closing and I can do whatever the fuck I want.” There’s a bit of a laugh when she repeats his words. “Did you have any big plans for tonight? Besides stopping brawls, I mean.”
cassiebennett:
“I mean technically we aren’t strangers… however you didn’t have any issue talking to me when we were with the simple temptation of a sandwich.” She points out with a chuckle. Of course with her hood up Cassie didn’t have the slightest clue that it had been Stella but she didn’t need to know that right? She pulled her phone out from her pocket. “11:50.” She said “If we run we might be able to catch something.” She smiles “Maybe just miss a preview or two but who really cares about those anyways?” She says with a grin. “Anything good showing that you know of?” She asks Stella as the light turns from the blinking red hand to a stick figure walking. She crosses the road with the women. She hadn’t actually been out to see a movie in quite a while so thought of seeing a movie and eating some popcorn seemed exactly like something she needed at the moment.
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“Oh come on, you know there’s a big difference between talking to strangers midday and talking to them when it’s almost midnight.” She gives Cassie a little nudge. “Then let’s do it! I don’t have a clue what’s showing right now. I mean, there’s almost always a Marvel movie? Or maybe a horror movie.” The thought of a huge bucket of movie theater popcorn actually sounds amazing at the moment. Stella’s sure that no matter what was playing, it would be worth going to. Once they’ve crossed the street, Stella looks up, checking the street name to figure out how close they are to a theater. “We’ll see when we get there, I guess... How fast can you run?” She half-jokes, considering they might miss a couple minutes of the beginning of the film, but it’s also not a big problem if they actually do.
silas--black:
He rests his elbows on the table as he looks over at her, listening to her words and nodding. “But I’m your sponsor, Stella. You gotta keep in contact and not ghost me cause if you’re not ready to be fully sober yet, there’s no shame in that. You just gotta be honest with yourself. Nobody can get sober if they’re not ready. That’s just facts.” He sighed.
“It is nice to see you though. I missed you. If you still wanna work on this, I’m there for you. If not, you still have a friend.” He smiled. “I don’t want you to feel judged or shamed. I want you to feel ready. That’s all.”
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Sometimes Silas is too nice, Stella thinks. There’s times she wishes he’d yell or something, instead of this all encompassing understanding he shows for whatever bullshit she says or does. But she knows that’s just because there’s always a part of her that’s more comfortable in being messy.
“I missed you too.” She really does like talking to him, even more so when the conversations aren’t only about sobriety but that’s okay. Stella’s not ready, mostly because, well, nothing’s really going wrong at the moment. So it’s less about being ready and more about not having a reason to be stone-cold sober. “I’m glad you haven’t given up on me. I don’t want to be sober right now but I... also feel like I’m disappointing people.”
arthurgustin:
Arthur nods once, tells her, “I forgive you.” This time he means it, though, unlike when he’d said it at Billy’s party just to get her to leave him alone. “But please can you try really, really, really hard to do it like this-” he motions between them “-from the start next time something important comes up? It’s a lot easier to process.” He stuffs his hand back into his pocket then. “And also can you please pay for the milkshakes? My wallet’s not in this jacket like I thought it was,” he huffs. “That’s not what I wanted to ask.”
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“Thank you,” her voice is small but she’s nodding, agreeing that she’ll do better next time something important needs to be said. “Yeah I’ll do it like this. And of course I’ll pay for them. That was my plan anyway.” She was going to pay for them even if Arthur *had* brought his wallet. “Okay, what is it really?”
younghoax:
• 𝕁𝕆ℝ𝔻𝔸ℕ • 𝕄𝕆𝕆ℝ𝔼 ✁
“Bits of the comics,” J replies with a nod. He’s seen bits of most comics but never read a single one straight-through; always thought he would when he was a little older and making his own money, but other priorities got in the way. “Seen the movie though, yeah.” Jordan mumbles at the best of times, but right now, whilst he’s distracted, the words are barely audible for himself, so a response from Stella doesn’t even cross his mind.
The game begins and he takes a minute to figure out the controls, his character jolting between jumps, crouches and sharp turns. “You into comics?” He asks absently, although he coulda guessed it. “S’your favourite?”
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The level they were starting was just as fun as she remembers. It’s got her focus for sure, hands on the controller, eyes on the screen. Her character does a couple punches as she tests out the buttons, just making sure she remembers what combos match with which moves. “The movie was good.” She’d read the first couple volumes of the comics, but finishing the series had fallen down on her list of priorities.
“X-men stuff for sure.” She has mostly been reading them online, figuring her home didn’t need another pile of collectible items somewhere. Only when she really liked a volume would she go out of her way to get a physical copy. “What’s yours?”
dottystclaires:
dottystclaire:
She had been trying to get the dishwasher to turn on for several minutes now, and every attempt seemed to conclude with a horrible sucking noise straight out of Dotty’s nightmares. The dishwasher itself was her newest purchase and it had arrived with the promise to save up to 37,000 gallons of water a year if she used it right. Dotty was just glad she didn’t need to keep doing all those dishes by hands. The mugs were adorable, sure but her hands were so dry! And she was running out of lotion, which was the true crime here.
None of that, though, solved the issue of the dishwasher and its absolutely disgusting noise. The frown that had marred Dotty’s face since she had excused herself through the mint-green swinging doors that proudly proclaimed “employees only” over them remained firmly entrenched on her face. “I really thought this would be easier,” she muttered to herself, bending down. “I swear I read all the instructions and – Oh!”
Standing up so fast that her head nearly collided with the bottom of her new purchase, that frown had morphed into a smile. “It needs water in that compartment!” Smiling to herself, and firmly resolving to never, ever tell Derek or her father about this, she pressed the switch that said “fill” in neat letters, slid the first rack of mugs into the dishwasher as they all chatted merrily to themselves, closed the door with more force than she needed, and started the machine.
That was plenty of work for today, she though, but before she could do much of anything, the bell above the door chimed merrily out front. Dotty sighed, smoothed out a few wrinkles in that absolutely adorable pink apron she had fought to get into this place, and walked back through those doors, her best smile already gleaming on her face.
“Hi there! Welcome to Dotty’s Corner Café, where we’re working to save the planet one straw and plastic lid at a time!” The words flowed off her tongue. Dotty had had plenty of practice with them by now, but more than that, she wanted to show that she believed them. “I’m Dotty,” she continued with a little giggle and a half-curtsey, “and I’d be happy to get you whatever you’d like! Is this your first time in?”
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An all-nighter wasn’t her original plan for the past evening but she had a late closing at work and then she got home and simply couldn’t get settled down enough to grab a wink of sleep. Now she was starting to feel it, but she had to at least make it till after lunch. Coffee would certainly be helpful in keeping her awake for lunch with one of her two favorite people so she found herself midmorning at Dotty’s. She’d only had a couple seconds to look at the menu before the girl came out to greet her.
“Oh hi. No, not my first time in, but,” she pauses just a second, gathering her thoughts, “I always get the same thing at every coffee shop I go. Maybe you could help me pick something different for once. A hot drink preferably.”
“Lots of shots of espresso too.” It’s not very specific, but she knew just a double shot wasn’t going to do it.
irisorchids:
Esmeray chuckles when Stella assures her that it isn’t typical of her to go around breaking into cars on her days off, goes even deeper by informing her why she even has the skill in the first place “Ex’s can be so toxic.” She chuckles with a shake of her head “I mean honestly I would have take the car and backed it into his house.” She tells her with a light chuckle. “She’s lucky to have a friend who would commit a crime for her… well I guess not technically a crime if she owned it in the first place.” She shrugs. “I know I’m thankful.” She says with a chuckle. She grabs her keys from her car once the door is opened, just incase she manages to lock herself out again “I usually don’t drive around to often only when I have a lot of stuff to grab or am feeling a little lazy… although I probably should look into it for the winter months since I usually use my car more often this time of year.” She admits. “Please is there anything that I can do to repay you? Need a ride somewhere or anything?” she asks.
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“I mean, I kinda wanted to do that too.” She laughs, “but my friend actually needed the car in one piece.” Stella doesn’t say it out loud but she thinks she’d would’ve stolen the car even if it wasn’t her friends, just to mess with the guy. He deserved it, really.
Immediatley shaking her head at the suggestion of repaying, Stella assures her, “No it’s alright. You don’t owe me anything. I’m just glad I was able to help.” She gives a smile. “And I’ve got my car for now anyway- with my keys not locked inside,” she teases lightly and points behind herself. “Though, you could tell me if that coffee’s any good? Maybe I’ll have to visit that shop.” Stella nods referring to the cup still sat on top of the woman’s car.
cecebateman:
Although her words were honest, Cece’s heart ached at the loneliness buried in them. The idea that she might never find someone to share her life with was a concern that haunted her. Even if it was something she would never admit to. Relationships had been few and far between since law school; she had made her career a priority, and in the end, chased everyone else away. Stella’s philosophy did make her feel better though, and the blonde brightened at the sentiment. “I like the sound of that, Stella. I’ll try to keep that belief too.”
She laughed lightly at the woman’s musing– and though Cece knew reading minds wasn’t logical anyhow, she had a hunch that Stella knew people well through observation. There was no telling how many patrons she saw come and go, interacting on a daily basis. “I don’t mind, but if you’d like to make a guessing game of it I’m not against that either,” she replied playfully. “Well, you have certainly managed to make it that. For myself and I’m sure many others.”
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“Yeah? You’ll have to update me though. Tell me if you cross paths with anyone interesting and all.” She gives what she hopes is an encouraging grin.
“Okay so I think you have this like secretly artsy vibe. Something unexpected from a lawyer, like sculpting or painting. Just something that lets you be more creative than in your profession.” She says, thinking out loud to figure it out. “Or maybe even cross-stitching? I’ve heard that one’s had a big comeback these last few years.” Stella bites the inside of her cheek to keep herself from throwing out more guesses and actually let Cece reply first. She could very well be on the wrong train of thought, maybe Cece was into hiking or rock-climbing or stamp collecting...
jeremiahlodge:
location: food truck/cart time: sunday, lunchtime
His morning study group had lasted longer than he’d expected – going until almost noon, and he was left regretting his decision to forego breakfast. His stomach led him to the nearest, quickest foot establishment for a fast, hot bite, and he’d only just paid for his order when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A 100$ bill, folded and just barely stuck under the wheel of the cart. His gaze lifted and he watched the person who had been in front of him walk away, none the wiser. It must be theirs, he rationalized, and stooped to pick up the bill before rushing after them.
“Hey! Wait! You dropped something!”
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The food cart wasn’t her first choice for lunch today but her go-to in this part of town was closed. She placed her order quickly, knowing people could get grouchy when the line was this long and the people in front of them take their time. With food in hand, she walks away from the cart, stuffing her change into a pocket with the rest of her money. “What?” She turns around when the stranger calls out, immediately spotting the money in his hand. “Oh shit, thank you!” Stella pulls her all cash back out of her pocket, checking it and seeing she indeed was missing a 100$ bill. “I gotta pay more attention when I’m walking around with loose cash,” she says, mostly to herself.
tcmmykane:
𝕥𝕜~
“Guess I watched one too many episodes of the Punisher, fancy myself a real Frank Castle.” He raises an arm, takes a hit off his cigarette as he flexes muscle against the long sleeve of his shirt. He laughs as he exhales, the smoke coming out in spurts. “Naw, naw. I don’t even drink that much. Alcohol’s not my poison.” Yeah, he drinks to get drunk, but it’s not habitual, and it’s the least of his concerns. She won’t have to worry about it. He wouldn’t even drain a bottle.
“Kick me out? And here I thought youse guys was about to offer me a job.” His eyes are wide, faux offense painted on his features. He cracks quickly though, takes another hit from his cigarette and leans against the wall. “I believe it. You’re tough stuff, Stella.” He pauses to think about how she said she doesn’t really like beer and here she is with a bar and named after the stuff. “You got any Stella on tap?” He teases, ashing his cigarette. “More importantly, do you get shit like that often?”
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“Alright, Frank. Put the guns away. You’ll scare away my customers,” she laughs. Alcohol’s not my poison. Stella can’t say the same. It’s been her poison for a long time and sometimes she thinks it’s the worst one because it’s the easiest one to get. The most socially acceptable to partake in. She can’t help but ask, “Then what is?”
She laughs and gives a little shrug. “I can do both. Kick you out tonight. Hire you tomorrow.” Though she does think friendships are never quiet the same once you start working together, especially if one of you works for the other. People always hate their boss, even if it’s just a tiny bit.
“What like outright fights like that? No, not really. People keep that outside most of the time. We got more of the like... messy or rude ones. Like the ones who disrespect the staff.” Stella’s made it clear to her staff that they shouldn’t take anyone’s shit- to just call her over and she’ll get rid of them. The money to be earned from serving a rude person wasn’t worth it. “But yeah, no. No Stella on tap. We do have plenty of bottles. Believe it or not, people buy it more when they learn my name ‘cause they think they’re funny.”
outoflineinc:
Stella is the exact kind of client that he likes. The kind that’ll give him a little artistic freedom. He’ll take some of these and rework them a little to put his own spin on it since he doesn’t want to take other people’s hard work, but he’s pretty sure he’s going to come up with some really good stuff. “It’s probably going to take like a year to get all of these on there at least, but I’m so stoked about this,” he says as he flips through the booklet. “There’s some good shit in here.” And he’s really excited, actually. Honestly. Gives him something to do that isn’t number crunching or managing. He laughs, thoroughly amused at the suggestion that he’ll fuck her up. Maybe he will. But he thinks it’ll be fun anyway. “Alright cool. Let me just take some pictures. You good stripping to your underwear?” God that probably sounds so creepy but Samual’s got a vision. And it’d benefit from taking pictures of the rest of her too so that he can fit the stuff that won’t go on her legs on other places while it still reads as cohesive even if it’s a little random. It’s going to be really cool. He can already tell. And when they’re finished she’s going to be really damn happy. “You thinking about like. Filler for behind pieces to tie them all together or are we thinking we’ll just have ‘em floatin’ around? I kinda like the idea of like. Not doing a traditional back filler. Some people get like. Space and stuff. I think if I just scatter some stars and sparkles and maybe some other things between them I won’t have to do any heavy shading and you’ll still get that cohesive feeling while also having each piece be separate, if that makes sense.”
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She nods, agreeing completely. “I don’t mind it taking a while. Even a year goes by quick.” And when they’re done- well they might not every really be done. She could very well end up coming up with another idea by the end of this and enlist Sam to be her artist once again. Stella can’t imagine she’d want to go anywhere but Out of Line in the future.
“Yeah sure. No problem.” She’s not shy. And luckily enough she was wearing one of her better sets of underwear. Stella knew Sam wouldn’t care either way but she got the peace of mind knowing she’d look good in the pictures even if that wasn’t the point. “Right now?”
“Some stars sprinkled between them would be nice, I think. I don’t want it to be completely filled, if you know what I mean? Like to give a place for the eyes to rest.” She also thinks it would help the pieces stand out more if they weren’t all directly connected. Sam seems to understand exactly what she was going for.
tcmmykane:
𝕥𝕜~
Tommy was surprised to see the way it was all starting to go down, and he was more than happy to break it up, too, because he was looking to have a good time, and two idiots fighting threatened to rain on his parade. As it stands, him playing hero has really turned the night more into his favor, though his act of kindness had been because he’d liked Stella and no because he’d wanted anything.
His eyes follow the guys as they lumber off, irritated and yelling out. Ten years ago, Tommy would’ve chased this fight, now he thinks the guys are pathetic, says nothing in return to them. When they disappear out of sight, he looks at Stella with a smile. “You don’t hafta do all’a that.” He says, bringing his cigarette up to his mouth, using the lighter she’s returned to spark up the end of it. Now that he doesn’t have to worry about these dumbasses, he can relax. “I’d hate to make you go bankrupt, ya know? Decide that maybe you should’a let those hoodrats kick each other’s asses in your establishment after all.”
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“I do have to. ‘Cause most patrons just watch the fight and wait for me to do something about it. You handled it before I could make it across the room. I think that deserves some free drinks.” She leans against the wall of her building, and amused smile taking over. “Are you planning on drinking me dry?”
“There’s a whole stock room, y’know? I got a good buffer before I go bankrupt.” And there was a restock coming in tomorrow that was already paid for. It would take an army to run her out of everything. Tommy was more of a squadron than a whole army- which was still impressive. “I’ll kick you out if I have to,” she warns, but there’s a hint of a smile that gives away the fact that she wouldn’t actually do it.
@tcmmykane
“I have half the mind to hire you as a bouncer.” She muses to Tommy, handing back his lighter. He’d broken up a fight faster than any of her employees usually do. And it was a nice change to not have to throw out grown men herself when they got too rowdy. The two of them still standing outside, first to make sure the guy actually leaves, and now for a smoke break. Stella watches the drunk guy round the corner of the block before turning back to Tommy. “Drinks on the house for the rest of the night, okay?”
callie-boseman:
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Callie nods her head, confirming that the other woman’s observation is correct. The thought of grabbing a refreshingly cool smoothie was a pleasurable one. “I would love to,” Callie responded with glee. “Lead the way.” There was no doubt that Callie needed something to re-hydrate her body and could probably use some protein that typically can be added into smoothies. “It feels great out here. Compared to the studio that was hot and stuffy. Have you ever done yoga?”
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"Awesome.” She grins and starts walking down the street in the direction of the shop. At Callie’s question, Stella shakes her head “No, not really. I don’t really do well with the meditative aspect.” She’d tried it out once before- her mother had insisted, especially with her step-father being a yoga instructor. It just wasn’t Stella’s speed. “But I do some of the poses for stretches before my workouts, y’know?”
silas--black:
Silas walked out of his room, dressed now in sweats and a t-shirt. He went over to the kitchen and grabbed a mug for coffee. “You want some coffee? Just made it.” He looked back at her, waiting for her answer. He wanted to make sure she wasn’t anxious or anything. When she called him an old man, he scoffed.
“Yeah, well, better an old man than someone who ghosts their sponsor, sweetie.” He gave her a sassy smile and then poured his coffee. He put some caramel pumps in it and then went over to meet her.
“Okay so… what’s up? Where have you been? You know, its not cool to ghost me but it also sucks when we are still friends. This whole… being your sponsor thing isn’t going to work if you’re not willing to actually commit, Stella. You know that. Its childish.”
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“Coffee’s good.” She’ll take it however- she just needs the little caffeine boost. Especially now that her morning has taken this turn.
“I’ve been here, same as always. Working, living- I meant to text back.” It wasn’t a lie, she knew she should’ve at least given him a sign of life, but Stella always was trying to avoid this. His disappointment. The lecture. She keeps her tone light, hoping it’ll get him to worry less.
“That’s not fair. This is just... a blip. I can get back on track again when it’s convenient to me but for now we’re all good. I’m all good.” She knows that Silas has seen her much worse- and she was nowhere near as bad these days. Stella’s stagnant now, not drinking more or less than the average 26 year old, at least she thinks so. “I shouldn’t have ghosted you, I know.”
cassiebennett:
Open Starter
The Streets of New York
Was it a smart idea to be walking along the streets of New York City alone at night? Probably not but Jenny was asleep and Cassie just needed to do something. She wasn’t sure exactly what that thing was but it was New York City after all, you know the city that never slept? Something was bound to be open at this time right? She wasn’t paying attention to wear exactly she was walking, just wondering around aimlessly really with her hands shoved in her coat pockets and her cheeks tinted pink from the cold air kissing them. When she came across a figure stood at an intersection waiting for the light to change and allow for them to cross she probably should have left the silence between them but instead she decided to speak “Hey know anything to do around here at an hour like this?” She questions, not having seen the persons face yet.
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Just leaving a friend’s house, Stella was walking home but was still a long ways away. The walk was nice at least and so was the cold air. Stella hadn’t paid the other person much attention when they both stopped at the crosswalk but she recognized the girl’s voice. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” She tugs down her hoodie, turning her head to give Cassie a grin. Good thing they aren’t really strangers. Stella gives a little shrug, not exactly sure what answer Cassie wanted. Sure, she could list the handful of bars that are up and down the street they’re on but that seems like a poor answer. “What time is it anyway? Is it too late to catch a midnight showing at the movies?” Her phone was dead- the battery ran out before she’d checked the time so she was time lost.