祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
KIROKAZE
@theartofmadeline
wallacepolsom
RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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blake kathryn
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occasionally subtle
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Product Placement
Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
taylor price
Three Goblin Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Claire Keane
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@thgould
lawyerlykari:
“—huh? What do you mean it’s not yet Christmas?” Kari asked as she held her 6th bottle of beer. “Everyday is Christmas. Christmas lives in us. There have been studies about Christmas being everyday. You can’t contradict that. And no, I’m not drunk.” @wellcliffstarters
“no judgement here if you are,” she says, putting her hands up defensively. “i’d love to go crazy on the fun juice, but i gotta drive home. speaking of-- you got a ride back?”
ashcrmonroe:
“word to the wise…while the themed drink ‘the dick sucker’ might sound appealing…it’s fucking nasty. i can taste the rainbow and it’s not…great.” despite himself he, took another sip, making a face before handing it to the other, “here. wanna try?” he plucked a straw and placed it in the drink. june was easily his favorite month of year. pride was his favorite. the only time he seemed to really let loose.
@wellcliffstarters
“hell yeah. i wanna know what a rainbow tastes like,” she says, brightly, leaning over to take a sip of the drink. it’s-- rough. and her face scrunches at the taste. “oh, god, what the fuck’s in that?”
bashmurphy:
bash has been smoke free for four years but the stress of everything lately has has decided to flip a huge metaphorical bird at his respiratory system. finally lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag, he can’t even savour it as he sighs out of annoyance. “i will literally flick the ash of this at you if you try to annoy me.” a hollow threat but one nonetheless. @thgould
to be honest, she wasn’t going to the bonfire with the explicit expectation of finding the father of her child. so maybe she’s a little blindsided. and ‘cause she’s blindsided, she’s not on her usual ‘bother the fuck out of bash’ bullshit. so she’s not gonna bother, especially with that terrifying threat (come on, dude, really?) “nope. not in the mood,” she deadpans. “you got another one?”
teddylebeau:
teddy knows he has a reputation in wellcliff, his inability to have healthy relationships, his constant bed hopping, a wrap sheet taller than he is and he’s 6′2′’. but he has accepted it entirely now, he’s a flaming dumpster fire but at least he’s a fun one. so, upon spotting thalia a lightbulb goes off and he smirks. taking her hand he pulls her close and smirks. “you got a babysitter for tonight? cause i’m thinking you, me and clubbing. you in?” @thgould
one of the things she likes about teddy is she has absolutely zero expectations with him, besides the eventual pleasure. she doesn’t have to worry about feelings, or seriousness, or whatever the fuck, all she gotta worry about is being free enough to enjoy his company. “i can get my brother to get his shit together and watch lucy,” she tells him, grinning up at him. “i think clubbing is a stellar idea.”
chucksanderson:
“okay, thal, you queen, you strong single mom, you comedic genius, and independent woman extraordinaire… we gotta talk!” chuck throws her hands out beside her before turning to grab a chair so she can sit opposite the other. “we gotta come up with some sorta code, hand signal, safe word or something because i did not expect your brother to be in when i went to babysit.” running a hand through unruly bleach blonde locks, she wiggles in her seat. “like, i love lucy, i love babysitting lucy. but walking in to my ex- you know-” she makes a face that hopefully translates. @thgould
she likes chuck. possibly one of the few people as off the wall as she is. and a damn good babysitter. so she’s surprised when she mentions ruby as a co babysitter, because that’s sure as hell not what she planned. “i’m sorry-- he did what?” she asks, brow furrowing, as she looks up from her food. ruby is practically a built in babysitter, but she thought he had work that night. “duuude, i totally didn’t fuckin’ know he’d be there, i swear.” she’ll kick his ass later for it. “was it that bad? really?”
as far as subtlety goes, apparently neither of lucy’s parents have any. because she can see tejay from the other side of the room, peering over a menu every so often. not her table, but she’ll switch with a co-worker, and approach him with a quirked brow. “can i help you, sir?” she asks. “you know if you take a picture, it lasts longer.” / @ofgoldenboys
INSIDE THALIA’S CLOSET
you’ll find: mom jeans, oversized hoodies, tank tops worn with no bras, t shirt dresses with a flannel tied around her waist, skater skirts, nike or vans-- comfortable to chase a toddler, golden septum rings, t-shirts depicting bands and old horror movies, button ups left open, huge hoops, cardigans found in thrift stores, chunky belts, spaghetti strap slip dresses over t shirts, the occasional fishnet stockings, moth bitten sweaters
tanaka-john:
Location: Hot Dog Stand, The Boardwalk Status: Open
“You’d think someone would have brought corndogs around here,” he said, looking at the hot dog stand. For some reason, he thought back to a trip to the Santa Monica Pier, something that took place when he was about thirteen and his dad had thought that a road trip to Los Angeles would be a good time. There was an old corn dog stand somewhere at Venice Beach that his father had insisted on visiting. “But I guess… people aren’t into corndogs here?”
“i dunno, dude, corndogs are kind of a niche food,” she interjects, looking over at johnnie. “like hot dogs-- you can do so much with ‘em. you can put stuff on them. whatever. but i don’t think corndogs are that versatile, you know?”
chucksanderson:
chuck slides herself onto the floor, trying to lure a seal over. though her drunken beckoning isn’t exactly working. “come on, buddy, pal, my grey blub, come here!” she claps her hands before laughing, giving up for now and rolling onto her back. blue eyes blink a couple of times before spotting thalia and grinning. “hey! if it ain’t my fave mamma of wellcliff, how’s it going, hot mama! wait- you free? i’m trying to get this seal to come over and it won’t like- lemme love you dude!” @thgould
she’s talking to someone, another local, lucy finally asleep in her arms. she’s about to call it a night when chuck beckons her over. thalia grins at the sight of the blonde, a little wild but a decent babysitter, and makes her way over, careful not the stir the sleeping toddler in her arms. “was just about to take off, because someone’s a little tired,” she tells her, brightly, but hushed. her gaze follows her, peering past at the animal. “do you have, like, any food for it or something?”
bashmurphy:
“they’ve got pills for that you should try them.” bash regrets leaving his office. he could easily use the coffee machine there but it always produces sludge that not even the stray dog that wanders the place will touch. taking another sip of his coffee he wonders if he could outrun thalia. he doesn’t doubt she’d simply go after him to continue boiling his blood but he might make it harder for him if he throws running into it. his body aches enough from lifting crates all day he doesn’t need to add running to it. “creamer and sugar cost extra.” he shrugs like that’s answer enough.
“no, thanks, i get high off life plenty,” she shoots back, a raise of her eyebrow. maybe she enjoys pushing his buttons, mostly because she doesn’t get the point of his attitude. why spend all your energy closing yourself off? “yeah, 25 cents,” she scoffs, smirking. “what are you even doing out of your lair?”
dcngerousblues:
stacy feels the beer slosh and spill over onto her fingers. she starts chasing after thalia, her mellow attitude feeling interrupted. “dude, i’m super duper sorry, i was trying to keep an eye on her and the next thing i know she was, like, gone,” stacy is looking, too. her eyes wandering back and forth between wellcliff residents she can barely recognize in her slight panic. if she were the reason a little girl got lost she’d never forgive herself. “i, like, totes didn’t mean for her to slip away… i didn’t know she would actually be slippery! i thought it was gonna be an easy job, dude.” stacy sighs with relief when lucy is found standing near hobart. “little dude, you can’t just run off like that, it scared me bad, man!” stacy wags her finger at the child. “i’m, like, so, so, so sorry! could you ever forgive me?” her eyelashes batting.
“when someone asks you to watch their kid, and you say yes, your priorities shift to the kid, not the beer in your hand,” she reprimands, and while her tone is still light, there’s the slightest bit of edge. drink long forgotten, thalia has decided it’s better to just go thirsty than to risk losing lucy a second time. she stares at stacy for a minute, trying to keep her face blank, neutral, stern, but she exhales quickly, and rolls her eyes. “fine, but you’re not watching her again. god forbid, dude, she could’ve ran into the ocean, you know that, right?”
itsemmett:
Nodding, Emmett looks over at the person who was calling out about the song. “I know!!” he taps his foot along to the music, far too uncoordinated to even attempt to dance. He would need a few more beers before that would happen. “Of course!” The man replies, holding out his arms to take the child into his own. “Oh yeah, you definitely gotta try some. It’s pretty good!” he holds up his cup to show that he had some before turning to Thalia’s daughter and making a funny face at her.
she nods, enthusiastically, handing off her toddler towards emmett. she knows him enough, seen him around town, plus he looks trustworthy as hell, but she supposes they always do. “stay close by, alright?” she tells them, and then beckons to follow, making a beeline to the table of refreshments. “what’re you drinkin’? punch?”
ofgoldenboys:
“a walnut’s pretty big, i’m just glad you didn’t say a pea,” he makes a circle with his index finger and thumb to show the difference in sizing between the aforementioned foods. “i’d like to think mine’s about the size of a tomato, but not the cherry ones. the good ones you can make a great al fresco pasta sauce with.” he puts his hands together now to show the shape he’s talking about. he laughs at her ‘sexy’ individual comment, his hands coming up in a surrendering motion. “you’re attractive and have a walnut brain? i’m sure you have plenty of people crawling at your feet. you could have your pick of the bunch,” honestly, thalia is very attractive, but tejay rarely has a moment to himself these days, let alone enough time for a date. “i can’t imagine why they wouldn’t want to become famous through one of your jokes. if i were dating a comedian, i’d love to hear what they have to say about me,” he had to be ready to take criticisms, jokes, and a host of other comments the world flung at him. he couldn’t see the harm in a comedian talking about him on stage. tejay tries to think of the probability of several people in wellcliff having risky encounters at a halloween party almost 5 years ago. did he do that math right? lucy was almost four, which means approximately nine months earlier she was conceived. “were you in town five years ago?” he asks with widened eyes. “it’s funny, i had a similar encounter at a halloween party a few years ago. costumes… the whole deal… i think the woman was dressed as a ghost,” he’s not so subtly trying to hint at the fact that things are starting to add up. “i’m definitely a lover of all things planned… so, like i said, thirty-five at least.”
“oh, so you’re telling me your brain’s one step away from tomato sauce?” she asks, a ghost of a grin forming on her face. she’s just ragging on him, everything a joke as usual. “i dunno if i wanna vote for a city official with sauce for brains, you know.” she snorts, and rolls her eyes, pushing a stray braid out of her face. there’s been many an ex who has been a subject of her set, and to roaring laughter, at that. she’s confident in her abilities. “i try to keep it pretty tame, but if we ended badly, know you’re not safe in the slightest,” she says, with a laugh. but the laugh is quickly cut short by what he says next, and for once, it shifts from light and humorous to something akin to ‘oh fuck, oh shit’. “huh,” she says, slowly, her eyes narrowing. her blood runs cold at the mention of her simple ghost costume. “well-- i hate to break it to you, but i’m thinking you might have kids a little sooner than that.”
noahrayen:
noah rolled his eyes jokingly, unable to actually keep a straight face as he took lucy’s hand. he never minded watching the girl, even if it was during the bonfire. exceptions were always made for a momma that needed a break. “live your dreams, thal. hydrate or die-drate, right?” he joked as he spun lucy around, the little girl laughing as they headed towards the punch. “plus, we all know she’s the real life of the party.”
“ain’t that the truth,” she says, with a nod. luckily, noah is someone she can trust, and has trusted with her daughter on more than one occasion, so he can handle her for the two minutes it takes to pour herself a drink. “i’m gonna have to watch out-- she’s gonna be sixteen and sneaking out before i know it,” she says, with a sigh, eyes widening at the thought. “right now, i think she’s simply fighting sleep.”
ofgoldenboys:
“you’ve got to have at least a tiny bit of brain in there to be able to crack wise jokes,” he shrugs, taking a sip from his drink. tejay was glad thalia was able to hold a conversation that didn’t result in either talking about the stick up his ass, yelling at him for political reasons, or trying to lead him into shenanigans. when she asks if he was hitting on her, it catches him off guard. he definitely didn’t mean to hit on her, he’s just a curious person, but he can totally see how it came off that way. “i’m just wondering about it. i don’t think i’ve heard a significant other come up in your shows at sparky’s,” he laughs it off, listening to her explanation of the missing dad. “where’d he go? men can’t just disappear into thin air, right? or, is that too personal for you after knowing me for a total sum of twenty minutes,” he tries to recall the length of their last conversation and he figures it was short enough that they really don’t know each other. “do you have the battle scars to prove it?” he quips, looking back down at lucy. “look at her, she seems harmless, aren’t you little lady?” he asks, watching as lucy nods her head. “how old are you? because i’m planning to wait until at least thirty-five to start considering any kids. i’d also need someone to have a kid with first.”
“it’s certainly at least the size of a walnut, so i think i can survive,” she says, with a determined nod. tejay, if anything, is someone who can at least keep up with her, and she certainly appreciates that. she doesn’t do a lot of judging-- to each their own lives, she thinks-- but she’s heard whispers of the city manager. frankly, she doesn’t care either way. “relax, i wouldn’t faulted you if you were, i’m aware i’m a very sexy individual,” she jokes, shoving a hand into her pocket. “i try to keep people i’m presently involved with out of my sets. most of ‘em aren’t too keen about being made into jokes.” also, she’s currently not involved with anyone, but not the point. she opens her mouth to say something, but closes it abruptly, groaning a bit. “yeah-- well. about that, ha, i don’t, uh, know who he is,” she admits, feeling suddenly sheepish. “it was a halloween party. and one thing led to another, and then boom, a baby. so really, unless she’s half goblin, which i sincerely doubt, we just continue to label him as unknown.” lucy, still peering out from behind thalia’s leg, hugs thalia tightly. “don’t let the sweet face fool you,” she teases. “she’s ruthless.” thalia shrugs. “thirty two, but, like, i dunno, i never thought i was having kids, but some things just can’t be planned, yeah?”
dcngerousblues:
“great, great,” stacy responds, letting the little girl take her hand. it’s actually very sweet how lucy lifts her little hand into stacy’s bigger one. “slippery? like, literally? what’s that supposed to mean,” she can feel the limit of her panicking taking a hold on her. she quickly calms down, her gaze directed to the child the whole time they walk over to the drink table. “i’ll just take a beer, please,” she’s got eagle eyes on the kid “i’m not fancy or anything.” stacy takes her eyes of lucy for a moment to see what brands of beer they have and she feels the little hand drop from hers. when she looks back down for the toddler, lucy is gone. “shit, shit, shit,” she whispers, looking around the area. “i, like, don’t mean to alarm you or whatever, but it looks like the baby has made a run for it.”
she’s reaching for the beer when stacy blurts it out, and thalia’s blood runs cold. mostly because this is exactly what she didn’t want to happen. “you had one job,” she says, sharply, pushing the beer into her hands as she scans the crowd for a runaway three year old. “all you had to do was hold onto her hand-- what in the world possessed you--...” she pinches the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, and lets out a stressed exhale. she begins to push through the crowd, watching near people’s knees for the tiny kid, and finally, she sees her, clinging to hobart’s leg, much to hobart’s chagrin. she makes a beeline to lucy, scooping her up, her drink completely forgotten, and turns back towards stacy. “dude, what is your problem?”
dcngerousblues:
stacy can’t help but overhear the young mother having a blast at the bonfire. the surfer can vibe with that energy and she calls back to the woman, “it certainly does!” her whole body wiggling and bouncing to the beat. when she’s asked to hold a child, stacy’s not sure at first, she carefully eyes the little girl. “uh, i don’t really mind… but, can i, like, follow you to make sure i don’t drop her or whatever. i’ve never really had to hold a baby before.” stacy was an only child and she didn’t have a lot of love for babies of any family. she could do one favor, though.
“you can absolutely follow me. in fact, it’s probably preferred. she can walk on her own, just gotta make sure she doesn’t run off, you know? she’s a bit slippery,” she tells the younger girl, setting lucy down between them. she gently gestures to her daughter to take the hand. maybe she doesn’t have to mention she gave birth to a little houdini, great with escape acts, but it might be important. “and for your troubles, i’ll even buy you a drink,” she jokes, with a wink. the alcohol and soda is all free here, but it won’t stop her from scooping up something of her choice. “pick your poison.”