MOTHER EARTH.

TARA. 21. PART-TIME RECEPTIONIST AT ITHACA INN. A phlegmatic temperament is fundamentally relaxed & quiet, and warmly attentive. They tend to be content with themselves and are kind. They are accepting & affectionate. They may be receptive & shy. They are consistent, relaxed, calm, rational, curious, & observant.

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pxmegranates:

It wasn’t supposed to be raining. It was almost summer, for crying out loud. There was also that little detail of Denna refusing to wear and umbrella, but it was a matter of principle. She was too clumsy for an umbrella, and McCree didn’t get along with those things. What he did get along with, though, was the rain; because as soon as it started pouring he had almost gotten free of his leash, and it had been a struggle to actually manage to pull him towards the nearest covered place. 

She didn’t even realise who was there with her, until it was too late. Tara and her used to be inseparable, and she still cared for her, obviously. It was just that every time they hanged out or talked on the phone, it felt as if she was expecting a side of her that wasn’t there any longer, and that made her feel terrible. So she had stopped texting, and calling, and of course that had only caused her guilt to intensify. “Oh- hey, how are you?”, she said, a little nervously, giving McCree a few scratches behind his ears because she didn’t know what else to do with her hands. 

This was awkward — not just for her, she could tell that Denna felt it too: they’d been best friends for long enough that Tara was able to tell — but she tried not to let it get to her. The more she felt the awkwardness, the more she let it affect her, the more it would seep in and take root inside of her and then she’d never be able to get rid of it. One day, she would find out what had happened between her and Denna, and she would find a way to fix it, but until then, all she could do was try her best not to let the situation go downhill even more.

She loved Denna, and being her friend, and while maybe a part of her knew they could never be as close as they had once been, she thought they could still be good friends if they could make their way through this rough patch. Tara had hope, and she wasn’t going to let go of it that easily. “I was having a pretty good day until this happened,” she joked, gesturing out at the rainfall that had seemed to take them both by surprise. Light and friendly, that was it. There was no reason to turn this into a confrontation of some kind and push her old friend even further away from her.

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demeter ❀ the goddess of agricultural fertility and protector of marriage and women.

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pallomapallasanderson:

It was one of those days. Palloma had been overbooking herself lately and she was tired. So tired that all the small inconveniences felt like huge obstacles to climb. And now she was in the frozen aisle, unsure what to buy. Experiencing the worst bout of choice overload she’d ever experienced. It was as if every option in the frozen aisle represented things in her life she felt she had to choose from. Before she knew it was happening, tears were rolling down her face.

Startled, she wiped away her tears at the sound of Tara’s voice. Turning to face her, she offered her a weak smile. “I..uhm. Yeah. Thank you,” she nodded quietly. Usually, she wasn’t this demure. But it was embarrassing to be caught crying in the grocery store. Especially given all the effort Palloma always put into being put together and confident. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” she said, genuine smile proving her words to be true. Really, all Tara wanted was to help people. (And hey, she also wanted to be a farmer: feeding people was kinda her thing, though usually in a more roundabout and not-so-direct way.) “I was going to grab the cookie dough flavour, but if you’d rather something else, I’m not fussy: ice cream is ice cream.” 

Upon reaching the freezer containing the ice cream, she peeked through the glass of the door. “Ah, good, they have my favourite brand. I was worried they wouldn’t at 3 o’clock in the morning,” she joked. Her attempts to keep the tone light weren’t that great, but her intentions were good: she wanted to cheer the other woman up. 

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STATUS — closed to @amadeusminett​ ☆ Amadeus cuts the line right before Tara is about to finally get their coffee.

Tara was generally a calm, easy-going person. She was difficult to piss off — she couldn’t remember the last time she’d snapped at someone, other than her mother, who really seemed to press Tara’s buttons more than anyone else (and she really didn’t have many buttons, so she suspected it was purposeful on her mother’s behalf to make Tara more pliant and likely to do as she wanted her to) — and in general, rudeness was like water off a duck’s back for her. Not something to bat an eyelid at. 

Today was not an ordinary day, though: she’d woken up an hour early for no good reason, the shower had broken on her and would only run freezing cold water, and there had been no coffee left in the pot, hence why she’d had to come out of her way on the way to work in order to get a cup. Just as she was about to order her steaming cup of heaven, though, someone cut in line in front of her. 

In Tara’s defence, she was having a terrible day.

Pointedly, she stepped forward and tapped him on the shoulder, hard, realising only once she’d already done it that it was Amadeus — someone she knew. Schooling her face into her best glare, she put her hands on her hips as she sprung into her lecture. “Cutting in line is rude, did you never learn that?! They taught it to us in kindergarten.” 

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STATUS — closed to @leonheidrich​ ▶ Leon runs towards Tara in the middle of the night, yelling “RUN!” in panic.

Tara felt as though she was in a daze — had she been sleepwalking? that couldn’t be good... — and as she blinked and looked around, she couldn’t quite make out her surroundings; her eyes weren’t adjusted enough to the darkness of the night yet. Disoriented and confused, her hand reached up to pinch her arm, to make sure she really was awake. She was, she found, when she felt the sharp pain. 

Brow furrowing, she now focused on trying to figure out where she was and why. Before she could, though, she thought she could make out a figure coming towards her: was she in danger?! But no, as the mysterious person came closer, she realised that it was Leon. Maybe he would know how she had got here. Though, he was running, and it looked like he was panicked. And it was then that she registered him shouting at her to run. Without a second thought, she did as she was told; if Tara was being shouted at to run away, she was sure as hell going to run away. Self-preservation instincts, and all that.

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STATUS — closed to @ryantos ◈ Ryan sneaks into Tara’s dorm place of work in order to avoid their ex.

While working at Ithaca Inn hadn’t been Tara’s first - or second, or third - choice of employment, it was where she had ended up nonetheless. And after a few weeks there, she had found herself rather enjoying the job. It was part-time, so it wasn’t too intense, and it was a good way to pass her time and get out of the house: she was shy and introverted, but still eager to try and meet new people. Really, this job had turned out to be a blessing. 

Except on days like this, when the Inn is quiet, and the minutes pass slowly and Tara cannot wait until her shift is over and she can escape the stifling boredom that comes with any job when there is nothing to do. 

Suddenly, though, she was startled out of her reverie by the appearance of Ryan: what is he doing here?, she wondered, her brows knitting together in confusion. “Can I help you?” She asked; confusion aside, her job was to be polite to people who came in: she was a receptionist, after all, the face of the business. She had the Inn’s reputation on her shoulders. Although... she couldn’t resist prying, just a little: it was Ryan, they were friendly, she felt comfortable enough to ask. “What are you doing here?" 

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STATUS — closed to @pxmegranates​ ☁ Denna and Tara get caught in the rain and have to share a hiding place.

It has been a while since Denna and Tara have had the bond they used to; now, they are simply drifting apart, and despite what Tara does, she cannot seem to make things better. Whatever the issue is has eluded her: did she do something to anger Denna? If so, what? As much as she wracks her brain, she cannot come up with an answer to this question. So, instead, she has been accepting that her closest friend is growing apart from her, and that there is nothing that she can do to fix things. 

Until she gets caught in the rain, sprints to the nearest cover, and finds Denna arriving there at the same time. She is clearly running from the rain too, clearly caught out the way Tara has been. Now, Tara cannot just accept things, or pretend she is okay; they are face-to-face, with no one else around, and it would be too awkward to simply... say nothing. So, as she scurried under the cover, out of the torrential downpour, her gaze slid over to her old friend. “Hey, D,”  she greeted, a small - albeit nervous - smile curving her lips. 

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STATUS — closed to @tristaneisolde​​ √ Tara is forced to complete a dare, Tristan is the “victim” of the said dare. 

There was a reason Tara avoided games of truth or dare: eventually, people get bored with her choosing truth, and they forced her into a dare. Sometimes, though, it was unavoidable, and Tara got stuck with a dare she has to complete for the sake of her reputation. 

Which, surprisingly, is of quite a lot of importance to Tara: she’s quiet, demure, good, but she still falls prey to the traps of wanting to fit in and be liked. Hence, the dare, which was to sneak up behind Tristan and pull his trousers down: what could possibly be more humiliating than this? Tara had no answer. 

But a dare was a dare, and Tara’s image was at stake. Which was how she found herself creeping up behind him, quiet as she could be, before her hands darted out — almost of their own accord, she was so reluctant to do this — and tugged at his trousers as hard as she could, hoping to hell he wasn’t wearing a belt and she wouldn’t end up even more humiliated when she couldn’t even complete her dare. Knowing her luck, it was a definite possibility.

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STATUS — closed to @pallomapallasanderson​ ☐ Tara catches Palloma stress crying in the frozen aisle of the grocery store at 3am

Tara, out on a late night grocery run, did not expect to run into anyone else. Her only reason for being up at such an hour was that lately, sleep had been more elusive than she was used to, and staying in bed and watching the minutes  s l o w l y  tick by was not helpful. Instead, she found that passing the time by getting up and doing something was actually the best thing she could do to help herself. Hence why she was at the grocery store at 3am looking for a tub of ice cream — she couldn’t sleep, why shouldn’t she treat herself? 

Just before reaching the aisle, though, she heard the sound of someone crying. Eyes widening, Tara peeked around the corner, and was shocked to see that it was Palloma. What was she doing here at 3am, sobbing in the frozen aisle? Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good, and before she could second guess herself, her feet were taking her right up to the other woman. “I don’t suppose you like ice cream? I was just picking some up and I could probably use some help eating it.” What else could she do but try to cheer her up? And what was more successful at cheering people up than ice cream? 

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Starter meme → situations

Send the symbol and specify which muse is which.

❃ Muse A and muse B get accidentally locked in the library on a hot day with no air conditioning.

↣ Muse A and muse B go for the same cab, begrudgingly decide to share.

✉ Muse A sends a text to the wrong number; muse B receives the text and decides to play along.

▶ Muse A runs towards muse B in the middle of the night, yelling “RUN!” in panic.

☞ Muse A witnesses the end of muse B’s bar fight with a friend.

● Muse A is drunk and wrong dials muse B to pick them up; muse B happens to be nearby and is also drunk, but shows up anyway.

◈ Muse A sneaks into muse B’s dorm in order to avoid their ex.

〓 Muse A and muse B try to beat each other to the last available ( insert object ).

♆ Muse A is out for a late night swim; muse B has the same idea.

√ Muse A is forced to complete a dare, muse B is the “victim” of the said dare.

♛ Muse A always passes muse B on their respective walks of shame; this time they decide to call them out on it.

☁ Muse A and muse B get caught in the rain and have to share a hiding place.

♖ Muse A and muse B try to break into a public place in the middle of the night.

☐ Muse A catches muse B stress crying in the frozen aisle of the grocery store at 3am.

✏ Muse A passes out drink after climbing the gate and falling into muse B’s backyard; muse B finds them in the morning.

➤ Muse A approaches muse B thinking they’re someone else; muse B plays along.

↺ Muse A and muse B both forgot where they parked the car; both blame the other.

❖ Muse A witnesses muse B have an altercation with a professor in which it seems muse B is treated unfairly.

☆ Muse A cuts the line right before muse B is about to finally get their coffee.

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vwyght:

location: mall food court 

time: june 11th, 12:05

status: open

It had been nearly twenty-four hours since Val had decided to fuck all, and ditch the town’s charity event. In that time he’d received a total of twenty text messages, five missed calls, and one stern voicemail (the last one from his mother) questioning him why he chose not to make an appearance that evening. When he finally did answer them all back it was with the same reply, “ ‘cause i didn’t want to??” Which really he felt was all that was necessary to explain why he didn’t decide to go to some fancy charity event turned popularity contest. Sure a few year ago he would have loved going to the thing, mainly for the free booze, plus the opportunity to embarrass his parents a little, but anymore he decided that scene began to feel more and more not him anymore. 

With his fork absently poking around his lunch for the day, which in this case was a bowl of chow mein from Mark Pi’s, Val began to slowly go through his various social media feeds from the night before, catching up on the hot mess that night seemed to turn into. Part of him his quietly hopeful he avoided that shitshow, although he had to admit he was about just as disappointed for not being there to take it all in himself. He was halfway through an instagram story about “miss wells-gate 2018″ when he noticed someone hovering nearby in his peripheral vision. 

“I’m only on a twenty minute lunch break,” he offered out to them, his eyes still glued to his screen. “But if you’re bored enough, or strapped for a seat, you’re welcome to join.” Kicking his foot out. he scoots back the chair across from him with the toe of his boot. “Probably better than eating alone like a freak anyway.”  

Tara had ended up in the food court. It was an out-of-character excursion for her; she preferred to eat organic foods, and was a staunch vegetarian (whose attempts to become a vegan were thwarted by her mother: Tara still lived with her and had to follow her rules, however ridiculous she found them). It was where she’d ended up, though, after wandering the mall for a few hours to pass the time, to window shop, and to avoid seeing people she did not want to see.

She was quiet, less likely than most to take advantage of the booze-fest that she knew the charity event had ended up becoming. There was no guilt about not going; Tara often did work for charity in her spare time, and probably did more than most of the people attending the event on a regular basis. No one had questioned her lack of presence: she cared more than they did, and they knew it. Why would they bother? 

Her footsteps were soft, gentle, like her, as she stepped up to purchase a sandwich. Often, she would go unnoticed, so would people have even realised that she wasn’t at the event? She didn’t think they had done; no one had made any comments.

As her eyes flicked around the court, her sandwich in hand, Tara’s gaze landed on a lone figure. It was Val, she realised, and he was sat alone. Now, he was someone whose lack of presence at the event had been noticed. 

The place was fairly busy: it was a mall, and it was lunchtime. There were more than enough parents with little kids, teenagers hanging out, and people on their lunch-breaks to fill up almost all the tables, leaving free only the ones with infamously wobbly legs and questionable stains upon the the upholstery. No thank you, she thought to herself.

Slowly, she made her way over the the table Val was sitting at. Tara was shy, even with people she knew. It was only with a select few that she was truly open, truly herself, not on guard. And that select few had narrowed down exponentially since the thing with Denna (which she still hadn’t figured out the cause of, she realised, and made a mental note to do so). 

At his say-so, Tara took the seat opposite him, sliding into it gracefully, slipping her bag under her chair at the same time. “Thank you,” she said warmly, placing the sandwich down in front of her and beginning to unwrap it. “Didn’t feel like attending the event either, I suppose?” She asked conversationally: shy as she was, she was still polite, and would push through the barriers inside herself in order to avoid being rude. “I heard you skipped out on it, too.”