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LAYLA WAGNER i am dented by the s k i e s they keep me up at ( night ) and it’s not 𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝑜𝒷𝒾𝒶 it’s just a lack of AIR SUPPLY that keeps me up at ɴɪɢʜᴛ i know i’m g e t t i n g ❝ older ❞ but i’m TOLD that i’m not ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀɪʟʏ o u t of my 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹

[ohbeauregard]

[wagncrs]

cvramia‌:

“Okay look lady I’ve explained this to you three times already, if you want a custom cake made you have to order it at least five days in advance!” Carolina growled out already exhausted of this conversation as the customer (though was she really?) hadn’t listened to anything she’d said since they’d walked in. “You’re better off with going to the bakery at the grocery store where you can buy a sheet cake and get ‘Happy Birthday’ written on it since they’re fine with last minute orders, unlike me. Have nice day.”

Watching as the lady stormed out she rubbed her eyes tiredly with her fingertips. “Can I have the next person in line please?” Carolina asked sighing deeply as she’d been up since five that morning so she had no patience for rude customers, opening her eyes to look at the next person in line smiling at them half heartedly. “Hi, what can I get for you today?”

layla always hated shitty customers. she didn’t know what possessed them to act like it was their way or nothing, and half the time she wanted to shout at them to respect the industry workers. but the lady with the ‘can-i-speak-to-your-manager’ haircut had already fled. 

she stepped up, seeing the other girl’s waning smile. “hey, uh. i’m sorry she treated you like that,” she said, before glancing at the display. “could i just get a chocolate cupcake?”

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carasim‌:

Concern made Cara’s eyes seem a deep, warm abyss, especially paired with her soft hand on the other’s shoulder and gentle tone. “Hey, are you okay?”

solomon and her’s fight took a bigger toll on layla than expected, and she found herself... lonely. it was so hard. she felt like she didn’t have anyone at this point, and she just needed a comforting presence. the only person who could provide that, possibly, was her ex girlfriend. so when cara came over, the warmness in her voice was a comfort. besides, her exhaustion outweighed her hostility. layla sniffled, and looked up. “define okay,” she replied, wryly, reaching for another tissue. “god, i’m the fucking worst.”

[wagncrs]

grceoh‌:

“Hey, what is that?” Grace pointed into the distance, squinting at the fuzzy outline against the horizon. “Over there.”

“maybe it’s mothman,” she joked, squinting at the horizon. “or... a moose. probably a moose.”

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solmatua‌:

“How do I treat you like you’re nothing?” Solomon asked, his voice cracking with the volume. His hands flew through the air with his rage, which only swelled when Layla started to cry. Her tears fueled his fire, if only in unconscious hopes to burn away his guilt. “I always try to joke around, but you just act like I’m a big fucking dumbass. Of course I’m not gonna want to be all buddy-buddy with you when I can’t even take a breath without you judging me. It’s bad enough at my dad’s house, but around my friends here too? I can’t take it anymore.”

“when do you try to joke around when it’s not for the sake of my dignity?” she replied, harshly, the tears running down her cheeks. “you’re not a dumbass! i don’t actually think you’re a dumbass! do you do dumbass things? hell yeah, but who fucking doesn’t?” she gave a huff and covered her face. there was a muffled sob before she looked up at him, sniffling. “how do you think i feel? my dad was barely dead when our parents got married. and then i had to get used to an entirely new dynamic.” a pause as she tried to not burst back into sobs. “i don’t think you’re stupid. i don’t think you’re bad at what you do. but do some of the things you do fucking hurt me? yeah. you’ve had it out for me from the start.”

[wagncrs]

💃🏽🎨👻

💃 — dancing

she knows rhythm so she’s good at swaying to music but other than that, her dance skills are not something she accumulated over the years.

🎨 — art

she loves doodling and sketching and when she has to make storyboards for her films, she loves doing that and she’d love to design a tattoo but beyond that she’s not a very well learned artist. she did well in art classes in school.

👻 — communing with the paranormal

lbr she probably has mothman on speed dial 

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💋 — kissing

💄 — makeup

👾 — video games

🎵 — singing

💃 — dancing

🎹 — playing an instrument

🌷 — taking care of living things

🌲 — surviving in the wilderness

👊 — fighting

😇 — following rules

🍳 — cooking

🍼 — taking care of children

🎁 — giving presents to others

🎉 — hosting parties

💌 — romance/flirting

🎨 — art

🍀 — luck

⚽️  — sports

🏊 — swimming

🚗 — driving

🔮 — magic

🔎 — investigating

🔫 — long range weapons

💣 — explosives

🔪 — melee weapons

🔬 — scientific pursuits

🚿 — hygiene

💰 — finance

🌍 — knowledge of the world

👻 — communing with the paranormal

📚 — reading

🔧 — engineering/mechanics

⌛️ — time management

📥 — organization

🍺 — alcohol tolerance

🚴 — riding a bike

🎭 — performance art/acting

⚓️ — sailing

➗ — mathematics

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gcrdianangeleiri‌:

Bandit’s birthday wasnt until much later in the month. A fact Eiri had thougjt about since the end of April. He had waited long enough to head to the pet store and look for gifts. May was Bandit’s month and he was going to be spoiled from now until his birthday. The three small bags of treats were just the start. While he debated on some small toys his phone chimed. A news alert. In the coming week aurora borealis was making its way to cape hazel… “What?!” He didnt mean to say it out loud as he stared at his phone.

“what?” layla parroted, trying to lean over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. the nosiness was automatic. “did something happen?” 

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“holy shit,” layla exhaled, her neck craning back. it had been like that for easily fifteen minutes. the aurora borealis was certainly awe inspiring, it felt like it was sucking layla into it. she glanced to the person who was now nearby-- they hadn’t been before. “can you believe this is, like, a real thing?”

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antiquatcd‌:

“you can’t even get my goddamn name right!” lee shouted at the barista looking at the cup, “lee sounds nothing like layla… layla is definitely not my name. in fact, it’s the worst name i’ve ever fucking heard,” she let out a groan as she reached for napkins on the other side of the counter and began wiping at her shirt when she finally looked up. “oh…” she looked dumbstruck, her hand and the napkin frozen just an inch away from her chest while she collected herself. “right, sorry, of course it was just a mix up,” she awkwardly chuckled, starting to dab at her shirt again. “i’m guessing you’re… layla, huh?” she wanted to melt into the floor. “just so you know, i don’t think it’s the worst name ever… things just got really, uh, heated,” she tried to explain. “i’ll buy you a new one, and give the barista a really big tip… unless you want the coffee with my spit all over it,” she winked at layla.

layla almost wanted to laugh, but also she found herself actually a little offended at the name thing. oh, well, life goes on right? she laughed, a little awkwardly, really unsure how to approach the girl who’s voice was raised. “no, it’s okay,” she said with a nod. “and you don’t have to buy me another coffee. i could probably flirt with the barista and get the next one for free.” she was only half joking. “take it you’re not too big of a fan of coffee?”

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carasim‌:

cara: what do you think they’re covering up?

layla: maybe embezzlement idk 

layla: who....... is that

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theatricalesme‌:

“Oh 100%,” Esme agreed dramatically, convinced that Zeff would do something like purposely making the sidewalk uneven. “Fashion week was just a way to make people wear less appropriate shoes so that they stack it more often,” she declared.

“fashion week was just there probably because they wanted even more of an excuse to judge people,” she mused, before glancing at the other’s feet. “though, those are cute shoes. shame they don’t mix well with the road.”

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rvetheday‌:

sawyer took the shirt gratefully, pulling it on as fast as he could to avoid being naked for much longer. it was big on him, but it covered everything it needed to cover, and sawyer thought he might owe layla for the rest of his life. he looked down at the design then, a grin on his face. “guess i gotta break some bad news to solomon then, huh?” he joked.

layla grinned sheepishly at him once the shirt was on. “i don’t think he’d mind this relationship,” she joked, knowing full well solomon probably would’ve gotten a kick out of the shirt if it wasn’t owned by her. “do you wanna go on the hunt for pants?”

[wagncrs]

text → layla 👻

sawyer: i've never been to a pride but i Need to

sawyer: cape hazel pride sounds like a dream

layla: its SO good

layla: i bet zeff would be into this

[wagncrs]

Keiran ✉ Layla

Keiran: Aurora Borealis??

Keiran: At this time of year, in this part of the country, localized entirely within Cape Hazel??

layla: it's absolutely aliens

[flawlessastrology]

sweet n soft asks

sweet- what’s your favorite type of candy smooth- do you like classical music baby- do you want to be a parent courage- are you a strong athlete lovely- what’s the adjective you use when people ask “how are you” cutie- what’s your favorite orange thing skin- do you want any tattoos pictures- is art important to you in any way stars- use one word to describe space religion- do you practice religion - what religion if so one- are you a competitive person makeup- what is your most heavily used makeup product sheets- how many blankets do you sleep with chalk- what subject are you best at in school blush- are you easily embarrassed water- when was the last time you cried karma- do you believe in luck lips- what is your favorite thing to taste cupcake- cookies, pie, ice cream or cake music- list your 3 favorite bands or artists night- how many hours of sleep do you get smile- how was your day today

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antiquatcd‌:

@wagncrs //

whenever lee went to sips she got one thing - a hot english breakfast tea with cream. it was simple, had about the same amount of caffeine as a cup of coffee, and tasted much better than anything else filled with caffeine. some things never changed, and for lee it was her drink order at sips from the time she was in her twenties. she picked up the to go cup, ready for it to be the drink she always expected, but when she took a sip there was something off. she spit out whatever is in the cup, spraying the counter with the coffee she was mistakenly given. “what the hell is this bullshit?” she shouted, slamming the cardboard cup down on the counter. “i ordered a tea not this shit!” she called out, wiping her chin off with her palm.

layla was minding her own business when the commotion caused her to look up from the stupid game she was playing on her phone. her eyes traveled to the site of the noise. the woman throwing around the poor coffee cup--... which had layla’s name on it. oh. cool. “uh. hi,” she said, (carefully) approaching the lady. she was intimidating, but layla was highkey into it. “that was my coffee you just decided to curb stomp. i think there was a mistake.”