#blondieat

[dptysns]

@blondieat wanted a starter!

     stupid drunks stealing traffic signs thinking they’re hilarious--even though ronnie wasn’t a deputy anymore he knew that shit like this wasn’t cool to do so he took the sign and put it back where it belonged. 

     though, he was a little intoxicated himself from enjoying a night out on the town after a job well done taking pictures for a client, so as he placed the sign back he was a little wobbly. 

          “shit...maybe i should just go home...” 

[sacryfices]

                           𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄,  @blondieat​ .

            ❛     you’re hot and you look  LONELY   so here I am,

                                                 won’t get mad if you tell me to  FUCK OFF  though.     ❜

mad  ?          no.         turned   on,      definitely.         but   cherry’s   ego   won’t   bruise,       no   one   likes   THEIR   SPACE   more   than   she   does,      she’d   kill   for   it   too.          so   she   offers   a   wry   grin.

[vilasamoliva]

@blondieat​ -- ;

Big cities were like poison to her. Walking through tombs of glass, metal, and stone piled together with tar and the expiring lives of millions of humans. It was beautiful for some, but to her, it felt like walking through a noxious vapor. Hands stuffed in her pockets, Sveta perceives a sudden spike--hellfire and brimstone. 

“...Your turf? I was just passing through, kid.”

[stillworthy]

@blondieat liked.

      “    excuse me ?    ”     the weather’s starting to change  --  mark’s always been partial to the warm rays of summer, himself, but he can appreciate the beauty in autumn, in a rainbow of dry leaves and crisp, cool air.     he holds out a flyer with cartoon animals plastered around the border.     “     do you like animals ?     the animal shelter i volunteer at is having a fall festival of sorts to spread awareness and raise money.    you can come pet some animals, drink some apple cider  --  it’s going to be fun.    and free !     ”

[cheerbleed]

body      did      not      feel      hers        .         hollow      was      she      and      yet      this      was       the      closest      she      felt      to      𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄            .          pupils       dilated      to      it’s      maximum      capacity          ,          nystagmus      flaring      and      thus      beginning      to      shake        .         lids feel heavy         and      momentarily      close      and      open      to      a      MISTAKE      ;          𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞          five foot         ,        two inched            ,          flaxed haired mistake          .

intake       of      breath         taken solely  through   POWDERED   nostrils          and       eyes      lock      onto      hers         .           she is    UNMOVED         .            ❛          HMMM      .        ❜             body      twitches      forward            ,            lips      remain      INEXPRESSIVE      but      there      was      humor      in      her      tone         .            if      she      didn’t      know      any      better         she’d      believe      this      to      be        a play on her conscience        but      her      actions      shed      no      blood      to      her      hands      so      to      her      this      was      merely      a      multi      drug      induced     and            𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐘          hallucination.

                                     𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥    .       /        @blondieat   .

[gothsic]

✎ - ⥑ @blondieat - from here. ⥏

conventions like these were always the most tiring - and sometimes, the incessant commentary of the people waiting in line was always so... mind-numbing in ways that only those used to it could possibly understand. but imagine for a moment that you were forced to do things like this to maintain some semblance of a living, and then have the proverbial rug to be removed from underneath your feet if you so much as looked at someone in a way they interpreted as mean. how irritating - now that was the stuff of nightmares. 

the bounce in this one’s step was already exhausting, and she certainly had a great deal of pep. whomever this mary was, it looked like they were in for quite a treat. if they were into his brand of creepy, then surely he could play the part for them - even if this woman was not mary in any capacity. but who knew? sometimes people liked to take on dual identities. some liked to lie to keep themselves comfortable. and others, well...

we don’t talk about them.

jonathan offered his usual, the trademark lopsided smile, and twirled his pen between his fingers in a circular motion. round and round, like a carousel - the carousel of progress, of course. he had ridden that thing the one time he was taken to disney world, and it really was a comforting show. so, he imitated the feeling with his fingers alone. round and round. and yet, that did little to ward off the restless exhaustion.

“ to mary, huh? well, if she likes my, uh... “ a pause, as he finger-quoted the following: “ creepy emo shit, then i guess we would be off to a good start. but you’ve already got me asking a large amount of questions from that description alone. “

well, not really. but he had to get through a few more people; even though it was a crowd, it was certainly not a large one. they used to be much larger. times were beginning to show their change in subtle ways such as this. tiresome.

“ you don’t look the “creepy emo type”. why didn’t mary come? maybe we would’ve had a fantastic chat, and you’d have been left all alone... “ he uttered, pouting ever so slightly. but of course, it was in jest - hopefully, she would grasp that much. hopefully. it was really a gamble with some people. “

“ that would be kind of boring, don’t you think? but i’ll give you credit - you definitely know how to strike up an interesting opener to a conversation. still, a shame mary couldn’t be here. she sounds much cooler than you. “

all in jest.

[voieura]

              ❛  ----- you  look  familiar.  ❜  ruby knows her face, but can’t figure out from where. a missing poster? if she was missing, she wouldn’t be found.  ❛  uh,  sorry.  what  can  i  get  for  you?  ❜  //  @blondieat: sc.

[friendlefta]

❝  the  whole  world  is  a  fucking  mess.  ❞  she  says,  rolling  her  eyes  as  she  comes  through  the  room,  red  solo  cup  in  her  hand.  ❝  and,  by  that  i  mean,  someone  barfed  in  the  fucking  potted  plant  by  the  door.  are  these  really  the  people  who  are  going  to  be  inheriting  this  country?  people  who  just  kill  plants  via  barf?  ❞ // @blondieat