#gf:starter

[sarayalacroix]

who: open

“Ahh fu— fudge,” Saraya exclaimed, biting her lip at the near slip. She’d been working on cursing less ever since Gabriel’s teacher had heard him using an adult word. Ray rolled her eyes at the thought. Gabriel was six. Granted, she knew that so called bad words weren’t acceptable in polite society, and were even less acceptable when thrown around by children, but a part of her still thought that she would’ve praised him for using it in the correct context. Instead, she’d been reprimanded for forgetting that children are always listening. So, now, she was saying words like fudge rather than a word that truly conveyed how she felt about the stain she’d just discovered on her brand new shirt. She dabbed at the stain, rubbing her shirt between two fingers, even though she knew the action would do nothing to help. “I just got this shirt.”

[rydcrdecker]

open starter → Farmers Market

You could almost always find Ryder at the Farmers Market on Sundays. Early in the morning it was usually quiet. He’d find himself lingering at stalls and chatting with people he hasn’t seen in weeks, or just letting them describe that weeks crop or whatever they were trying to sell. Most of the time he walked away with some pastries or premade food, because he knew his way around the kitchen but he was in no way professional there, so a lot of these fresh ingredients would be lost on him. Or end up rotting in his trash can when he inevitably ordered a pizza instead of cooking dinner for himself. But today’s trip was anything but quiet - it was a beautiful day and Ryder got a late start that morning which meant he was battling crowds of families out enjoying their Sunday morning. 

So instead of strolling casually from stall to stall, the ranch hand found himself looking for spaces to between large groups of people and making sure he wasn’t running into any screaming kids. He had been buying a pack of homemade dog treats for Holly when someone came at him from the right. He didn’t hear it, but he felt the kid colliding with his leg sending him running into someone standing the next stall over. “Fuck, sorry,” He said, turning to steady whoever he smashed into, looking down to make sure he hadn’t knocked something out of their hands before he snorted. “Never thought a group of kids would be able to knock me down that easy. Y’good?”

[sierragimenez]

open starter         griffith

Gravelly voice in her ear, beer infused breath wafting through the air, filling her senses. Nails rapt against the wooden framing, frustrated with her company. Or better yet... intruder? She continued to nurse the glass of whiskey in her hand, paying no mind to the gruff figure at her right. Honestly, this particular moment felt far too familiar — she wished she was uncomfortable; that having men invade her personal space wasn’t a regular occurrence. But such is life. More often than not, they’d take Sierra’s cold shoulder as a hint and fuck off in a minute or two, but this one? He was feeling bold tonight, apparently. She immediately registered the sudden appearance of pressure at her back side. The palm cupping the curve of her ass cheek lasted a millisecond — thumb tucked neatly affront her fingers, she swung with her left hand.

The swift, merciless connect between jaw and fist left her reeling, taking a voluntary step back to shake out her now throbbing hand. “Touch me again and I’ll swear your face isn’t the only thing I’m hurting,” brown eyes quickly flickered down towards his crotch and up again. If that didn’t give him the hint, she didn’t know what would. Fortunately for him, he was quick to the draw and promptly excused himself from the scene; leaving Sierra to deal with the mess. Her gaze drifted to the face of the astounded bartender, the curve of her lips turning upward into a smirk, as she downed what remained of her drink before tapping the bar, “Can I get a bag of ice? Thanks.”

[noahhawthxrne]

WHERE: Dolly’s Diner WITH: Open

It's crazy to him that even after twelve years away, everything about Great Falls feels exactly the same to Noah Hawthorne as he sits in Dolly's Diner, enjoying a slice of his favorite pie. The only thing that's changed, perhaps, is the way Noah looks in the sleepy Montana town. Over a decade ago, he left as a quiet, dejected teen who always had his nose in a book and dreamed of one day blasting off to outer space with NASA. Now, he's back as a successful defense attorney looking to open his own practice in the very place where his passion for law started— and he’s far from quiet. "It's been twelve years, and this pie still tastes exactly the same,” he says to no one in particular as he stabs his fork into another piece, "Place looks the same too."

[coachdavis]

location: riverside park availability: open

A promise was a promise, and Owen was not one to go against his word especially when it came to his children. He had promised to take them to the park after Colt’s little league game. It would be good for Bailey to get some energy out either, it never ceased to amaze him how much she had. His mother was quick to point out that he was no different, hence why they had to enroll him in sports so early. Owen had considered signing his daughter up for tee ball that summer since she was old enough, but decided it could wait a year since she seemed to be more interested in soccer and animals. “Hey buddy, I know your friends are there but don’t forget about your sister.” He called out to his son who was ignoring the six year old following after him. 

“You ever wonder if they are trying to figure out a way to develop a youth serum?” He asked the person near by as he stood leaned against a tree not too far from the playground. “Not for the aging look and what not, but for the energy and stamina portion. I don’t think I would ever need coffee if I had that available.” Owen chuckled. It didn’t help that his positions kept him busy year round, despite the summer break on top of trying to be a decent father. He was by no means doing it alone thanks to his support system but it still wasn’t easy.

[prairilynmonroe]

in the freezer aisle, delilah contemplates one of life’s great mysteries. / OPEN, great foods.

she’s got a half-eaten twizzler caught between her teeth, the ungnawed end dangling from her mouth and held onto absently by a set of manicured fingers, looking like some glossy and defective factory doll with the pull me string coming out the wrong end. she’s all red-dress red-heels perfectly-curled-platinum hair bent over and absorbed in a back-of-the-package recipe for poke cake that she’ll never make, brimming cart pushed to the side and freezer door held open with one silk-covered hip. her heels, when she shifts weight from one hip to the other, clack  against the grocery store linoleum.

all in all, it’s a little like looking at a fawn that’s wandered into the middle of aisle twelve and learned to open a fridge.

her concentration, like every other aspect of delilah, is complete and consuming up until it isn’t. the hold this pleasantly simple recipe has on her is broken when she hears the approaching steps of another shopper, her eyes as big as the misplaced doe she resembles when she turns.

“how’s it they put so few calories in this, do ya think?” she tilts a pack of strawberry jello in their direction, gaze falling back to the package. the candy flops in her other hand, curling backward like a spring flower on a timeline. “isnt it just as sweet as your first real kiss?”