#surrendertothesounds

[fontainesdc]

me & my dog — boygenius

[steviatea]

quexler having a terrible first meeting at the airport/while traveling! 🙅🏻‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️✈️

trope mashup prompts! | AO3 link!

Lydia only has a small window of time to make it to her gate. She’s rushing through the terminal with a cup of coffee in one hand (of course, she would’ve preferred tea, but she couldn’t find any restaurants selling hot tea and she needed a little caffeine boost anyhow) and the handle to her luggage in the other. Her heels click in rapid succession against the tiled flooring beneath her as she power-walks toward her gate.

She’s doing quite well with her hurried pace until she takes one wrong step with her heel – she’s not entirely certain how; she might’ve twisted her ankle, though it’s tough to know for sure – and trips, sending her coffee flying as she tumbles onto the floor. At the same time, she hears a woman let out a startled yelp, which forces Lydia to look up with horror as she realizes she’s accidentally splashed the woman in front of with her drink and entirely soaked her blouse in coffee.

Fuck.

“I’m – I’m so sorry,” Lydia stammers out as she gets back on her feet, struggling slightly because, surprise surprise, high heels don’t have much traction. “Oh, god. I totally didn’t see you there!”

The other woman – a beautiful blonde with piercing blue eyes and a ponytail – is clearly not happy with this predicament. “Shit,” she murmurs, looking down at her blouse and then to Lydia. “It’s – uh, it’s fine,” she replies, though she looks quite uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” Lydia asks. The thought that she could have burnt the other woman has her horrified, and her eyes remain on her with uncertain desperation. “Christ, I don’t know how that coffee was. I didn’t burn you, did I?”

“No, no,” the blonde replies quickly. “It’s not that hot. Are you all right? You look like you fell pretty hard.”

Lydia takes a look at the watch on  her wrist, “Yeah, I just—” am going to be late for my flight, and I have to go, she wants to say. Wouldn’t that make her kind of an asshole, though, to just run like that?

There’s a restroom nearby. Lydia holds a hand out to the woman, as if to tell her to stay right there. “I’ll get you some paper towels,” she says before hurrying into the ladies’ room. She goes right for the paper towel dispenser and gets as many as she can. An older woman who’s busy washing her hands stops and stares at her rather judgmentally. Lydia gives her a tight-lipped, fake as hell smile before scurrying out. Fortunately, her coffee spill victim is still there, and Lydia returns to her, handing her the towels. “Here, take these.”

“Thanks,” the woman says, dabbing at her shirt with some of the paper towels and managing to soak up some of the coffee. It would more than likely leave a stain — what a shame. It’s a rather nice outfit.

“I hate to just – just leave like this, but I have a flight to catch,” Lydia tells the blonde. “Again, I really am sorry about your shirt.”

“I appreciate it,” says the pretty stranger, wincing slightly. “Uh, thanks for the paper towels.”

Giving the other woman a nod of acknowledgement, Lydia hurries toward her gate. When she finally makes it, she checks the board for flight times only to find that her flight back home has been cancelled. Her face goes pale, eyes widening. She feels faint, her anxiety ramping up to a high level. This is not what she planned, oh no. She’s not happy about that at all.

After speaking to the woman at the desk by her gate, she wanders a while, in a daze from the shock of her flight being cancelled. Once she finds a place to sit, a somewhat familiar voice from beside her catches her attention. It’s a low-pitched, gentle, feminine voice.

“Hey, did you miss your flight?”

When Lydia’s eyes flit to the source, she finds that it’s the woman from before: the pretty blonde, who happens to be sporting a brand new coffee stain on her shirt. Just why this woman would bother talking to her after such a disastrous encounter, Lydia wouldn’t be able to say, but she appreciates the concern in her voice nevertheless.

“Um, no, I didn’t miss it” Lydia murmurs in response, and feeling rather nervous, her clammy hands naturally begin to fidget. The repetitive movement is somewhat calming, though she’s still incredibly on edge. “My flight — it got cancelled, actually.”

“Sorry to hear it,” the woman replies. “Ironically, my own flight got delayed, so, uh, I kind of know how that feels.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Lydia tells her, making scant eye contact when she speaks. She can’t manage much when she’s feeling this overwhelmed. All of her senses are exhausted; even the lights above her are bothering her. Digging into the pocket of her luggage, she takes out her sunglasses and puts them on. They help to hide the stressed-out look in her eyes, which is something that definitely benefits her for this situation. Taking an unsteady breath, she elaborates, “The woman at the counter told me there’s another flight to Houston, but it’s not for seven hours. I have a daughter at home. I hate leaving her for so long.” Delores would take care of her, of course, but Lydia still misses her daughter and dreads that she’ll have to wait seven hours longer to see her. 

The blonde is quiet for a moment before she speaks. “Well, if you’d like someone to talk to while you wait, I’m here,” she says in a voice that’s surprisingly gentle.

Lydia frowns, brows furrowing, feeling so overwhelmed that she could burst into tears at the drop of a hat. Yet, she holds herself together enough to reply, “That’d… yeah, that would be nice. Thank you. I’m Lydia, by the way. What’s your name?”

“Kim,” the woman introduces herself with a kind smile that makes Lydia’s heart jump. With Kim here, she can tell that the wait will be a little less painful.

[the-parallax-of-rain]

👀 🍓

Hi Ipek! Take that 👀 away, of course I want to compliment you! 💜 You’re so sweet and also super hilarious, and I just love all of your gifs and edits. I’ve really enjoyed all our conversations on poetry and linguistics (basically all those thoughts that have been bouncing around in my head for a long time with no outlet until I met another kindred spirit who was thinking the same things!) and also Alex Turner’s lyricism, and thanks for consistently crushing my heart by sending those song lyrics (keep them coming thanks 🥰). You’re just an all-around wonderful human being, and your kindness knows no bounds. Hope you’re having a lovely day 💖

[singingninja4]

hot pink for the most part for sure 💖

mcwexler brain rot 🤝🤝🤝

why are you following me asks

[greenbriars]

you know i’m intrigued by late night drives!

hi ipek 🥺 thank you for your question! i answered a little bit of it here, but i’m including another little snippet just for you 😌

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"That was nice," Jorge says.

"I-I'm not—I'm not looking for, you know, anything—"

"Me neither," Jorge says, smiling that sly, mysterious smile, and Nacho can't help his flush of relief and disappointment, just like he can't help how he allows himself to be reeled in for another searing kiss.

[fontainesdc]

thank you for tagging me in that post, you’re lovely 🥰

🥺 thank you for sending me this incredibly sweet message 💕 and you're so very welcome, but of course i did, i absolutely had to!!! your blog is an absolute gem (you're my better call saul mutual!! everytime i see a bcs post on my dashboard i totally illuminate, and if i see them on my dash is because of you, so thank you! also your music taste is a m a z i n g) and so are you 💕💕

[the-parallax-of-rain]

4, 17, 23, 30! 💕

4. what flower would you like to be given?

When I was little, I had to interview my parents for some class project or something, and I remember asking my mom what her favorite flower was – she said tulips. What’s funny is that I haven’t seen tulips in or around the house since then, but my little kid brain just irreversibly connected tulips to memories of my mom. So I guess that’s now my favorite flower as well!🌷

17. fairy lights or LED lights?

I don’t have either of these in my room but I’d pick fairy lights! They look very pretty 💖

23. favorite piece of clothing?

Oh no, I can’t pick just one! For design, a navy-blue dress with pink and white flowers all over it, and for comfort, a wacky holiday sweater that a friend sent me for Christmas 🥰

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

Laughing with my friends as we play board games. The sound of my sister’s music drifting from her room even through the closed door. My mom’s cooking. Sitting in the car with snacks and blankets during road trips. Getting a text from someone with a picture captioned “thought you’d want to see this!” The book that a close friend lent me with the expectation that since I have to return it, we’ll eventually have to meet up again, no matter what directions our lives take us. A stack of letters/cards from family and friends that I kept throughout college and will continue to add to. The pictures of all the people I love (and former pets!) hanging over my desk. Early morning walks by myself, looking up and seeing the sunlight through the trees.

[singingninja4]

iris, rain lily and foxglove 💐

Thank you for the ask 🥰

Iris: do you believe in ghosts?

A few years ago, I probably would have said no, but then I went to Scotland in 2018 andI did an underground ghost tour in Edinburgh. There was an area that was supposedly home to a ghost child. The child was rumored to try to hold the hand or tug on the clothes of women, and my friend next to me felt a tug on her shirt and there was NO ONE behind us. It was some freaky shit. So, short answer...maybe lmaooo.

Rain lily: was today typical? why/why not?

My day started a few hours ago, so....it’s been a typical day for me thus far for winter break during a global pandemic. Get up, eat breakfast, exercise a bit (I’m trying to build my endurance up a bit), do some chores, and then the rest of the day is open to whatever 🙃

Foxglove: who is your favorite cartoon character?

Oh hands down, either Aang or Toph from Avatar the Last Airbender. Aang is impossible to not love, and Toph is a fuckin badass 😁 I love ATLA so much and rewatch it annually. For a kid’s show, there’s so much depth to the story and each character has such a great arc. 

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