#withflour

[sayitthrice]

@withflour is getting  HAUNTED .

“ holy shit that smells amazing -- ”

[reportess]

❛ I’M  WORRIED  THAT  I     blew my only chance.  ❜

@withflour   ♪  WHISPERS IN THE DARK - MUMFORD & SONS

[flamebrights]

‘  holy shit ,  that pie looks AMAZING.  d’you mind if i ,  uh ,  try a little ?  if not that’s totally ,  one hundred perfect fine.  obviously.  just ,  y’know ,  they always end up burnt whenever i try making anything.  ’          to be fair ,  after being on the road towards the site for her next magic show for a couple days  &  surviving mainly off cheetos ,  aubrey’s reaction to seeing a whole - ass pie is maybe a teensy bit more emotional than usual.  please ,  be patient with her.  

@withflour     /     starter call !

[bollockrps]

WAITRESS ( THE MUSICAL ) STARTER MEME THING, part one !

NOTE: some quotes / lyrics have been altered for diversity and / or to make them more realistic when it comes to dialogue. WARNINGS: pregnancy, babies, infidelity, food, earl hunterson’s existence. 

“a dream is a soft place to land.” “am i boring you?” “am i making you sick?” ”a tattoo of their own name might be useful. just in case they forget who they are.” “come on, you’ve waited long enough.” ”does your ass ever get tired of the constant crap that comes out your mouth?” “do not insert the test stick into your vagina.”  “down with the recipe; bake from the heart.”  ”dust the flour out of your brain.” ”even doubt can be delicious.”  ”frankly, i don’t now what i’ve got to give you.” “funny how one night can ruin your whole life.” “he didn’t just slip and fall into your vajayjay!” “hello! how’ve you been?” ”HI MOMMA!” “how’d i ever get myself in this mess?” “how pregnant am i?” “i am changed, i am a mother.” “i can’t have an affair because it’s wrong and i don’t want my partner to kill me.” ”i can’t go there.” ”i can’t help from hoping to find someone to talk to.” ”i could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes.” “i don’t claim to be proud, but my head won’t be hung in shame.” ”i don’t know how to do this!” “i don’t know what i wish i had.” ”i do stupid things when i drink.” ”i feel too much and find it usually hurts.” ”i haven’t felt anything like---- i haven’t felt in a very long time.” ”i just had too much coffee, that’s all.” ”i’ll never forget you.” “i’ll show them all how goddamn happy i am!” “i like the way most of the days look exactly the same.”  ”i love what you’ve done with your hair. tell me, how’d you get it to come out your nostrils like that?” ”i’m bound for a swim in a pair of cement shoes.” ”I’M HAVING A SMALL ANXIETY ATTACK!” “isn’t it amazing what comes our way?” “it doesn’t matter now you’re here.” ”i tend to be sort of neurotic.”  “it’s a bad idea, me and you.” “it’s better to know.” ”it’s happening, it’s really happening.” ”it’ll all over the fucking house!”  ”it’s something i never got the chance to ask them about.” ”i will guard you with my life.” “just calm down, god damn it.” “listen to my horoscope before you leave.” “make that coffee strong enough to chew!” “may we all be so lucky” “most days, i don’t recognise me.” “my mother always used to tell me ‘you could live to be a hundred if you gave up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred’“ “no place is perfect.” “not everybody wants to be a parent, that doesn’t make me a bad person.” ”no, stop, you love that guitar!”  “oh, i love that dress! the way it sparkles, it looks like an ice skating outfit!” “read the instructions.”  ”shoo!” ”sometimes i just feel like running away. what kind of a person does that?” ”THE BRITISH ARE COMING!” “the fuller the condiments, the fuller the experience.” “there’s no time for thinking things like that.” “time to pee on a stick.”  ”we’re going to the beach! pack us a lunch!” “we’ve got too much to do.” “what a mess i’m making.” “what’s inside?” ”what the hell am i gonna do with you?” ”you are the queen of kindness and goodness.” “you’re jealous of a baby?”

[diiagnose]

he  follows  her  around  the  diner  as  she  closes  up  like  a  lovesick  puppy,  lopsided  grin  sloppily  resting  into  his  features.  he  w a s  talking,  but  then  he  got  caught  up  in  watching  her-    the  way  she  acts,  her  mannerisms-    &  dear  god,  she’s  beautiful.

it’s  about  at  this  moment  that  he  realises  he’s  been staring  &  head  ducks,  blush  colouring  pale  skin.  by  the  way  he’s  acting,  you’d  think  he  was  a  TEEN.    ‘  right,  uh.  sorry,  i  got  distracted-    you  distracted  me.  in  a  good  way,  don’t  worry.  you’re  just  ..  i’m  very  glad  you’re  the  way  you  are.  ’    it’s  a  RARE  MOMENT  of  laying  his  feelings  on  the  table.  it’s  something  that  should  be  cherished.  an  emotionally  stunted  man,  such  as  himself,  can  only  do  this  so  often.    //    @withflour

[eutonyus]

starter call. / @withflour.

               chell sits and reflects most days, without stopping for food -- thinking makes her angry, and anger makes her sick. when jenna approaches with a slice of pie and that pained work smile, chell cannot return it, and only nods her thanks in silence, gesturing for the other woman to sit down, if she wished. the mute has secrets hiding in her eyes.

[notusedtohappy]

                                     IT’S A PRETTY GOOD BAD IDEA                                                                            (they totally agree)

I tell myself that you might make sense                                                     and make good what has been just so bad.

                                  do you like adults with good hearts but very poor choices? then say hi to:                                   jim pomatter and jenna hunterson of the 2015 stage musical waitress                                                                   baked by kitty and prescribed by a.

[notusedtohappy]

@withflour​ | happy birthday!  🎈

lanky frame standing in the kitchen doorway, leaning against it with a lack of finesse and filled to the brim with tiredness; the gray eyes that take her in couldn’t be more alert, more awake. she’s in her element, existing in her own world as she moves through the paces of what she does best; what she was born to do, for certain, which he could tell the first time he ate one of her baked goods ( unearthly, and the verdict still stands ). to have the chance to see her like this as often as he wants to; as often as she, and his work schedule, lets him is a luck that feels nearly undeserved, with all that is lying behind them, in the rare view mirror. the train wreck of a mess they’ve made   ⸺   HE made of his own life, as he stumbled from the piles of the south towards rebuilding his own damn self and life; with her far away and more than happy enough, overall happier than himself. ( or so he thought. ) 

but they made it past the collateral damage and found their way back to each other. and he wouldn’t have it any other way, with how his heart tells him that this is where he should be, where he belongs. where HOME is; shaped to be. her, baking a pie on her own birthday, it couldn’t be more in character, couldn’t feel more like home; and he nearly doesn’t dare to disrupt the peace and perfection in front of him. patience is only wearing so long, though, after nearly a whole day apart; and it’s with determination born out of the purest intentions that he’s moving forward to break the spell hanging over the room; stopping her as she’s on her way of getting something from the higher shelf.

a kiss in greeting; both hands on her face and leaning down; already smiling brightly before he even reaches her. the warmth is pouring out of him, the love too, and to have her so close still feels better than winning the lottery. she fits against him familiar and welcoming, the best it can get for him. puzzle pieces slotting into place.

“happy birthday,” is his shortly strung addition to his actions before his face turns back into the sunny smile. a kiss on her forehead; the top of her head, then he speaks again. “happy, happy, happy birthday. i love you. and i have a present for you, but i think your daughter kidnapped it and wanted to give it to you. but still, happy birthday.”