#blessedstart

[ffs-carafaye]

                                                  ❝can’t say i’m thrilled to be back                                                           here but hey the booze is                                                   decent and i suppose you can call                                                                this place HOME.❞

[justpreacher-blog]

           Atticus was startled to hear anyone entering the church — particularly after such a bad service. His hangover cure had failed him.

                    “ Sorry, ” he said, looking up from his podium.                               “ Service ended a few minutes ago. ”

[alanabrook-blog1]

             “ You came to me for my help.             I am sorry about the cost but             I cannot fix a DEAD battery, I             can only replace it. ”

[elissahcrt]

         “you alright?” her tone was gentle, soft and worried as concern etched itself into dainty features. elissa reached up, placing a small hand on their shoulder with a tender touch.

                              “don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not lookin’ too hot.”

[blcodxhoney]

         small gasps and coughs were heard as tires screeched against the dirt road, blowing dust clouds everywhere. the protests fell on deaf ears as hunter paid no mind to those she had purposely covered in dirt. exiting her car, she eyed the person she had taken the last parking spot from, ❝ Oops. looks like you were too slow. ❞ giving the poor soul a smirk, hunter waltzed on by.

[carcosuhh]

     “you’re fuckin’ with me, right?” carcosa’s tone was laced with astonishment, standing there with wide eyes and arched brows. she hurriedly flipped through a bin of records, fingers moving a mile a minute until she found the vinyl she desired.

        “you can’t honestly tell me you’ve never heard of cinderella.” she said, displaying the album proudly. “night songs is easily one’a the best records to come outta the eighties.”

[rubydelgahdo-blog]

                          “you speak of rocket science like sending something into the sky is hard,” she mused, her expression as uninterested as her tone. ruby’s          eyes were vacant as she sat at the diner’s counter, swirling the melting                         chocolate milkshake absentmindedly. 

[alanabrook-blog1]

The middle of nowhere was a HARD place to run a business for a         young Israeli woman with a             foreign accent and an                      accidental affiliation to a biker gang ( with a history of racism ).

        It was harder s t i l l when she spent more time being underestimated than being paid for her work. People — generally MEN — walked into the shop with “different expectations” and quizzed her on her knowledge and abilities, asked to “inspect” her work. Worst of all were the ones who spent more time telling her about her LOOKS than their CAR, or asking her with snide or coy voices about where she was from and whether or not she was legal.

        Such was the consequence of settling herself in Bumfuck.

        But no consequence entitled anyone, not even her most valued customers, to touch her bike without permission. She snatched the intruder’s wrist when their fingers were barely a foot above the seat. 

                       “Please,” Alana said slowly, “don’t touch that.”