CANNIBAL QUEEN

the danger of freedom is this: it’s too much. icarus sang hallelujah as his body burned, with lips seared and smiling.

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Ana de Armas as Stephanie in Overdrive (x)

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sophiestarr:

“Sort of,” she half-smiled, shrugging her shoulders in a noncommittal manner before turning to watch the scenery out the subway’s window. “The cheese always looks fake and unappetizing.”

“Sounds like fake Mexican food at its finest.” Val snorted but found herself craving latin food, wishing that she hadn’t started the conversation in the first place with the blonde. “You can block it, y’know. Report it for making you uncomfortable or whatever bullshit.”

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sophiestarr:

Her eyes glanced up suddenly; she hadn’t expecting anyone to respond to her rhetorical question. In her head, everyone around her seemed too preoccupied with their own business that she didn’t even think the other woman would hear her through her headphones. “No, of course not,” she tried quickly, but a flush of red was already warming up her neck. “It just makes me uncomfortable.”

“Taco Bell makes you uncomfortable?” A dry laugh left her lips as she shook her head, fiddling with the wire of her headphones. “Because it’s a shitty excuse for Mexican food or what?”

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ceciliasking:

On the days Cece didn’t have any clients booked, she usually hung out by the Bay Village Garden Downtown doing some sketches, that way, she remained close to work if something came up. That afternoon, she didn’t notice just how windy it had gotten, up until the wind blew some of her papers away, forcing Cece to chase after them. Luckily, the wind died down and allowed her to finally caught up to her papers, even if it meant being the weirdo asking people to excuse her as she was in their way from walking. “Hi sorry–that’s mine!” At some distance, Cece waved at a passerby to catch their attention. “Could you–” She offered them an apologetic smile and rushed to pick up the sketch of a pair of teenage boys who were throwing ball and chatting. Cece usually left people’s faces for last, so she wouldn’t copy them exactly like their models… it made her feel less weird about it. “Wow… I really do need to work out… but hey, thanks for that…” The brunette motioned her hand towards the paper and chuckled as she got her sketches back.

Some days in Boston, Valeria felt like she was surrounded by people. Suffocated by the massive amounts of bodies that passed her every day, each with their own agenda and own lives. It felt good to fall into that motion of strangers, faceless bodies she didn’t recognize and would never see again — God, was she thankful for the latter. However, today was not one of those days; instead, she was reminded it was a small city where you run into the same people all the time. Seeing an ex was always a bitter stab to the heart, but she couldn’t quite explain the feeling of seeing Cecilia. Maybe it was because she had her back facing her that the other woman didn’t recognize her (Or was it because she’s grown her hair since? Different clothes? Perhaps she was just made to be a stranger in Cece’s memory just like she was to Val during their relationship), but a weaker gust of wind blew one of the papers right to her path — a nice fuck you from fate. Picking it up to recognize the style that was more familiar to her a year ago, she quickly handed it back to her. “Hi,” she uttered rather stiffly, a broken half-smile haphazardly thrown on her lips, clearly not too enthused about running into her. “You, uh, should be careful about those next time.”

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sophiestarr:

“Quick question: is there any way to block Taco Bell ads on Instagram?” she mumbled more to herself than anyone around her, quickly scrolling away from the advertisement from her phone screen.

Pulling out the earbud that wasn’t even playing music from her ear, Val knitted her eyebrows together, pausing for a beat to see if she had heard the blonde right. “Seriously? Is scrolling past it too much effort for you?”

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rowan-thomas:

“After a small visit to the doctor, I think it’s safe to say that my daughter did inherit my lack of grace. And now I need a strong drink to deal with the heart attack I had earlier when she fell.”

“Sounds like she might need a helmet to prevent any future heart attacks.”

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owen--burke:

“Oh shit!,” Owen blurted out as he felt his body collide against the person who seemed to come out of nowhere, taking him from a light jog to a screeching halt. The trail from the Boston Public Garden to the Boston Common park were usually empty at this time of day, so imagine his shock when he looked up from his phone too late to stop the collision that was already in motion. Pulling his earbuds out while his music still blared, Owen cautiously approached the stranger. “Hey, you okay? I’m so sorry about that. Do you need any help?”

Something out of the corner of her eye caused Valeria to look back and do a double-take over her shoulder, but it proved to be a mistake once she hit something very solid. "Mierda...” she hissed quietly, ignoring his attempts to be pleasant before she hoisted herself from the ground. Val slowly rolled her ankle out, listening for her joints to pop as she turned to look behind her shoulder again. “Sorry — I fucking swore I saw something...”

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jaspercleaves:

“For some reason that doesn’t surprise me,” Jasper mumbled, taking a seat in an armchair adjacent to the couch, Ruth promptly hopping onto his lap. “I think I can get a pretty good picture of what you were like in high school.” If one thing was certain, it’s that Valeria would’ve hated Jasper, perhaps even more than she did now. He was a stereotypical burnout who somehow managed to get good grades despite emitting an aura of not giving a shit – the antithesis of Val. “Also, fuck you, I’m not white. Why would I eat Kraft Singles?” He shook his head now, trying to look annoyed but ultimately conceding to the small smile that was trying to make its way onto his face. “Why’d you let yourself get so drunk anyway? I thought you liked to be in control, mojigata.”

It wasn’t often that she found a coy smile stretched across her lips when she was in the presence of Jasper Cleaves, amused and intoxicated before she took another bite of the grilled cheese. But when he asked her about the obvious elephant in the room, the smile dropped from her face. Instead of crossing her arms and straightening her spine in her frigid ways, Val slumped even further into the couch and avoided eye contact entirely. “Sometimes it feels good not to be in control. You don’t overthink everything — you don’t think about anything at all when there’s enough patron.” The slurring of her words made it sound like her comment was lighthearted, but there was a touch of bitterness at the end as she busied herself with examining the sandwich as if determining what kind of cheese he used when she was really just doing anything she could to not have to look up at him.

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killianfitz:

“Who do I have to blow around here to get a decent non fat vanilla latte?” he asked out loud to no one in particular, his tone a mixture of boredom and frustration. 

“I heard Dunkin’ has a mascot that might need some good head.” She paused for a second, theatrically touching her finger to her chin in thought. “Cuppie, I think it was?”

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angelalcott:

“- so I walked in the door, and Seraph was quite literally sitting in a pool of her own vomit - a pool that was in the middle of my couch, I might add. And after all that, really, didn’t I deserve a drink?”

“Fucking Pockets did that when I was away this weekend again. I’ve come to the conclusion that cats will do anything for attention,” she commented drily before washing away her annoyance with her glass of wine.

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aubreytan:

“Really? I thought that was some kind of a myth?” she questioned, brows knitting together. “In my time here, I haven’t met someone that attached to their coffee.”

A laugh rang out from her before she shook her head. “Boston fucking takes Dunkin’ so real. They can spot an implant or a hipster from a mile away if you drink anything other than that.”

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jaspercleaves:

He’d disappeared into the kitchen by the time she asked him about doing drugs, and for the first few moments afterwards, he considered the possibility of pretending he hadn’t heard her. She was drunk, anyway; there was a slim chance she’d remember every part of their conversation come tomorrow morning. But at the same time, he had nothing to hide. In fact, he only had reason to be proud of himself. “Appreciate the concern,” he finally decided to call out dryly, mindlessly gathering the ingredients to make grilled cheeses. “No. I haven’t. I’ve been drinking too much and smoking too many cigarettes, but I guess it’s all about baby steps or some bullshit.” After a stretch of silence, interrupted by the soft rattling of pans in the kitchen, Jasper reemerged with two grilled cheeses wrapped in paper towels. “Eat,” he mumbled, tossing the tiny parcel towards his bleary neighbor. “The grease will help with… everything.”

"Believe it or not, I’ve been drinking a lot, too,” she slurred in a soft murmur, quietly laughing to herself at the obvious statement. Val probably reeked of tequila and bad mistakes, but she still wrapped herself into the blanket he provided her, letting her scents mingle with his notes of marijuana and amber. Though she would’ve rather drunkenly stumbled into Elena’s apartment (or better yet, her own), a little part of her held onto the hope that Jasper wouldn’t ask her why she was poisoning her body. After all, that’s how whatever between them worked — neither of them pried into the other’s matters when they clearly didn’t want to talk about it. Hopefully a silent agreement would be made as she accepted the grilled cheese from him, digging in almost immediately. “I’ve always had the worst drunchies. Can you believe I never drank in high school? I never drank in high school,” she muffled with a bite of food in her mouth before swallowing. “Holy shit, I thought you’d be more like a Kraft Singles guy?”

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jaspercleaves:

It was shocking how quickly the tables had turned on the two of them. It seemed like just minutes ago Val had been the one cleaning up after him, and now Val was at his doorstep, belligerently drunk, refusing to stand. So instead of trying to barter with her, to convince her to either go home or come inside, Jasper crouched down and picked her up, throwing her small frame over his shoulder. He figured the chances of Val doing something she’d regret were high, so instead of leaving her to her devices, he headed towards his couch, flicking on the lights with a free hand. “Christ, Val,” he mumbled to himself, setting her down on the couch as gently as possible. “You gonna be sick?” Without waiting for a response, he paced over to the kitchen and picked up the trash bin, setting it down in front of Val. He continued methodically, kneeling down to take her high heels off, pouring her a glass of water, and tossing a blanket, tee shirt, and sweatpants at her. “Okay?” he asked, again escaping to the kitchen immediately after posing the question.

He could’ve left her on the floor of his entryway and it probably wouldn’t have made a difference with how drunk she was. Her giggles only increased in volume when he threw her over his shoulder; God only knows what would’ve happened if he had tried to pull that stunt when she was any less drunk than she was in that moment. But instead of going kicking and screaming, Val sunk into his plush couch, immediately smelling the weed wafting from the fabric that had surely absorbed much of the scent over the years. “I’m fine, it’s fine,” she murmured, waving his concerns away as her eyes followed his every action. She couldn’t help but think about the last time when she had simply left him to his cocaine deprived self. Now that they had swapped roles and her intoxication couldn’t make out her own apartment, he actually took care of her. Pulling her top off to replace it with his oversized one, she then folded her legs under her as she ignored his question and asked her own, “Did you do coke again?”

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aubreytan:

“I guess this is what I get for selling out and buying coffee from the big guy, Starbucks,” Aubrey declared with a sigh as she sipped the iced coffee in her hand. “I get badly brewed coffee and the feeling of complete and total insignificance in the grand scheme of things, since getting my name right doesn’t really matter.”

“I’m sure if you said that to a local, they probably would’ve told you it serves you right. Everyone here fucking takes Dunkin’ by IV.”

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artist-browne:

“For fuck’s sake-” Jennifer jumped, her keys falling onto the ground when she felt someone’s presence behind her. Sure, it was the middle of the night, and not the best neighborhood, but there was only so much she was genuinely scared of. “-who the hell hangs out in a back alley at this time of the night?” She hissed at the person, leaning down to get her keys to lock the door.

Valeria felt her knuckles tighten their grip around the keys she had jutting out between her fingers and almost let her arm swing at the sudden outburst before realizing that it wasn’t someone trying to assault her in the middle of the night. Clutching at her own chest, she let out a sharp exhale before narrowing her eyes at the woman. “I’m literally fucking walking home and you’re the one scaring people to death by yelling at them.”