#nadiajcseph

[sierrablxckwell]

WHO: closed for @nadiajcseph​​ WHEN: Saturday morning WHERE: In the park

She had their day planned to a T. Sierra had spent the morning milling around the kitchen preparing their picnic. A freshly made berry smoothie, a flask of coffee. She had taken the time to make some brownie cookies along with an array of other treats. Nadia was the ultimate chef. She was incredible compared to Sierra. But she wanted to treat her, she wanted to go out and enjoy the sunshine with her dear friend. She filled the basket along with a blanket or two and sent off the text. ‘Me, you, Ripley, Park in twenty five minutes.’  Packing some food for Ripley, she attached his lead and headed out on her way. Fingers intertwined with the lead, the other carrying the basket, she made her way her way to the park. 

The warm sun hitting her skin as she walked. Filling her with a happiness that couldn’t compare. Twenty minutes later she tapped her chin. “Where’s the perfect spot, Rip?” she quipped, wandering around until she found a patch of grass, half hidden in shade, half lit by the sunshine. She laid out her assortment of blankets, pulling the food out of the basket along with the prepared drinks. Nodding to herself as looked at it all. Offering Ripley a bone before sitting down next to him. “Hello pretty lady,” Hollering as her hand waved in the air, watching as Nadia approached. “What d’ya think? I thought I would make us. picnic with some alcohol free beverages, fruit and baked goods. Though–– we know why you usually cook,” Sierra bluffed sheepishly. Though she had been overly anal whilst she was in the kitchen. Making sure it was all as perfect as it could be.

[greysonbecker]

7, 18, 5, 25 💞

5 - spicy or mild:

“it’s allll about the spice baby. i fucking love spicy food. before i moved to catalina, i used to go to this place in santa barbara called marco’s v  - not an ad, just good fucking food - that did the best spicy vegan jambalaya. damn, i miss that shit. i gotta go back there. get ready for me marco, i’ll order extra to take home.”

7 - dawn or dusk:

“dusk. listen, you can’t argue with me on this one. dusk is when the excitement happens. other than good coffee and morning sex, there’s literally nothing dawn is good for and actually, i don’t even stick by good coffee. not with a hangover, anyway. even though i’m used to getting up early for filming, you couldn’t even pay me to get up early when i’m off schedule. dusk all the way.”

18 - driver or passenger:

“god. i can hear my close friends screaming at their phones at the thought of me in the driver’s seat of a car - it wouldn’t end well. i did get an allowance for driver’s ed classes back at the end of high school but other shit was more important back then. plus, i knew i wouldn’t be getting a car on my care allowance so what would’ve been the point? there was fun to be had elsewhere.”

25 - hot weather or cold weather:

“who would live in california if they didn’t like hot weather? my social life would take a big hit if the weather was cold or constantly bad here. no sailor is going to take a yacht out in a storm, after all. hot weather is definitely the one. last winter when we were filming in new york, i literally had to buy a whole new winter wardrobe whilst i was out there because it was so cold. using the air conditioning to heat up the hotel room was a first, damn.”

[jackadler]

STARTER FOR: @nadiajcseph​ WHEN AND WHERE: Late afternoon, Jack’s home.

Life was strange, just as his relationship with Nadia was. Would he dare call them friends? Acquaintances? He wasn’t sure, though he finds comfort in her. Even after some time of finding each other between the sheets, a telltale sign of post-divorce vengeance with one another. Something to fill the void and silence the voices in each of their minds. There’s a part of him that feels terrible for keeping his past with Nadia from Rory, someone he’s also grown close to. In truth, what was he meant to say? Oh, that ex-wife of yours that gave birth to your child that you didn’t know about, for a second we thought the kid was mine? Just the thought of having to explain the whole thing makes Jack nervous. But even with the pang of guilt that rattles through him and all that festering nervousness, he wanted to respect Nadia’s choices on the matter. He had to respect that, even if this might end poorly rather than civil.

Jack invites her over to dinner, both because he wanted to see her and he needed to stop ordering food for himself. He was supposed to be here in Catalina bettering himself, yet he keeps taking steps back. “I got the place already furnished, don’t judge me,” Jack says with a laugh, his new home in Catalina drastically different from his home back in LA, tastefully decorated by Nadia herself. The singer slides her a glass of wine, pouring himself one soon after, before getting back to cooking. “You see Rory yet?” Jack can’t help but ask, assuming that the two of them were past small talk at this point.