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Temple || 26 || Genderqueer. Momma always said a jack of all trades is better than a master of one. Too bad she raised a master of none and a jack of few trades. I like things on skates and music.

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casey-mitchell:

Getting his backpack ready on his lap, he looked up at his friend contemplatively, finding that they had a point when they said that they were adults and could do as they pleased, especially if it was such a harmless thing as getting doughnuts for lunch. He supposed he’d just gotten used to being bound by strict rules and limitations by his parents, especially his mother, with whom he spent more than enough time with these days and would often make his own decisions for him. “Mom doesn’t let me get doughnuts in the car. She hates getting doughnut powder on her seats,” he told them, worried that they might feel the same way, but seeing as they’d already agreed on the idea, they probably didn’t mind. He stood from the couch, a determined look in his eyes, steadfast in his decision to do what he wanted as an adult, even if it was just to get doughnuts for lunch, but it was a big step for him. “We’ll get doughnuts, then. And we’ll go home whenever we want because we’re adults and no one can tell us what time to go home. Right?”

Temple just offers him a big grin, “And that’s why we have those big car vacs at the car wash,” they tell him. They weren’t one to really care about things, and if something made their friend happy, then they better do that thing. “Exactly!” they say with a laugh, “We are adults and if we wanna come back and play Mario Kart until the middle of the night, we can do whatever we want!”

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miarreynolds:

“Oh I bet,” Mia agreed. “I broke my foot when I was a kid but I loved it because I got to have crutches,” Mia laughed. “The smell is the worst isn’t it,” Mia agreed dramatically. 

“I had crutches for a while, I was in a wheelchair at first but ugh, I loved it when I got cleared to walk with a walking boot. I was going stir-crazy but it was so satisfying afterwards to be able to itch my leg,” they let out a soft laugh, “I heard too many horror stories about people getting things caught between their cast and body to try anything.”

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ccharlie-mitchell:

“I know they say the customer is always right and I shouldn’t be rude, but…this woman that came in today is a whole new brand of a bridezilla,” they shook their head as they remembered the angry face of the customer. “I mean yelling at someone because of the fabric being Ivory instead of Alabaster colored is ridiculous, right?” A long sight escaped their lips as they hunched forward slightly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping all of this onto you. How about…we go out and do something, anything. Drink coffee, go to the park, name it. I need a distraction anyway.”

Temple lets them rant, everyone needs those moments in the end. “See, this is why I’m grateful that A.) I will never get married and B.) I sure as shit am not wearing any shade of white if I ever do. Fucking show up to the ceremony in leather or something,” they say with a soft laugh, but luckily their mom never cared too much about it, and Temple hadn’t found themself in any sort of situation where they thought they loved someone enough to marry them. “Oh? I’ll give you a distraction,” Temple says with a teasing smile, “You can show me the difference between alabaster and ivory.”

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sloane-claremont:

Sloane had spent the past few minutes drinking some form of mixed drink alone when some rather intoxicated individual sauntered up to her in an attempt to make conversation. She looked down at her phone only to see no notifications, meaning there was no obvious distraction from the unsettling and skeevy vibes that were resonating off of the stranger. She looked around the room, desperate to find someone. Anyone. And finally, she did. Walking  up to them in a very swift manner, Sloane put her drink down on the counter, resulting in a soft clink. “Sorry. I’m trying to avoid someone, so I’m going to just stand here and pretend I’m talking to you if that’s ok.” 

There’s a rugby game on tv, or something, Temple wasn’t sure but they still became hyperfocused on it and ignored their surroundings until a noise hit their ears, like glass on a counter. They turn, hazel eyes on the person who joined them. They smile, drop their foot from the free stool and straighten up, “Some of the best friendships come from avoiding drunk perverts in the bar,” they tease.

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miarreynolds:

Mia smiled at the brunette who seemed to show an understanding of Mia’s predicament. “Oh a leg? I can imagine that that was even more infuriating,” she smiled, “thanks.”

“Hobbling around was the worst,” Temple says with a dramatic sigh. It wasn’t the worst, everything else that had to deal with how the leg was broken was more worse. “And showering? My leg smelled so bad, I never want to have a cast for two months again.” They do give the other a bright smile though, “Oh no worries!”

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casey-mitchell:

“Yes, I know! It’s why I don’t like riding them when I need to go somewhere. Or I just don’t go anywhere.” He shrugged, finding it easy to say these things especially since they were one of the least judging people he knew and wouldn’t scrutinize him for what many might call ‘quirky’ preferences. “Well, I want to eat, but also, I don’t want to miss the aquarium. Maybe we can drive thru? Do you like burgers? Maybe we can get burgers. Or if you don’t like burgers, maybe we can get burritos. Or donuts! Are we allowed donuts for lunch?”

“I’m always around if you need a ride, though,” they offer. Temple found themself home more and more often. They’d get home from work and just exist instead of running the streets like they used to. Internally, they shrug. Life changes. “I like burgers, I like most food, Case. I would love to get some cheese fries but those are not something you can eat and drive with,” they say with a soft laugh, patting pockets to make sure they had their keys and anything else they would need. “Of course we are allowed to get doughnuts, we are adults after all,” Temple says with a wink, “No one around to tell us no.”

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roseofthewood:

“If you’re around people all the time, but you’re still left alone, I don’t think the problem is you not connecting, but the people you choose to be around that can’t connect. Right?” They looked at them and smiled, “I’m still here, though. You do a pretty good job at connecting with me.”

“I don’t know,” they admit, “It’s like.. I’m just afraid and people can sense that or something,” They think of Havana, and of everyone else they thought they could have loved but in the end, Temple was left alone. “I feel like I’m always holding back in that regard,” they give Rose a laugh, “That’s because I followed you around like a lost puppy dog until you adopted me.”

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jude-nolan:

There was definitely a smell, that of polished wood and brass instruments and all the things Jude held dear. “Okay well you’re missing out, I’m gonna Groupon our way into the Kingsgate spa club for a couples massage cause that shit is unmissable.” He knows they’re here for guitars, but Jude spots a gleaming black Bösendorfer grand piano (”Holy shit”), and makes a beeline straight for it.

“I’m holding you to that,” they say, pointing a finger before their feet lead them to the wall of guitars, nothing sticks out yet, but they know Jude is distracted, “No stairway to heaven, though, Juditude.”

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dakotakxng:

“A wise momma you’ve got,” Dakota mused, a smile lifting and curving her lips fast. Dakota’s name had been given to her by her mom as well, but with her dad’s permission. He was from South Dakota and her mom was born just north of the border, which apparently made it a no-brainer when the idea of naming their first daughter Dakota came up. “Maybe you’re just a simple person? I don’t know you, but something about that statement doesn’t seem right. You seem to interesting to be simple,” Dakota said candidly and shrugged her shoulders. She had to shake her head at the next statement as well, a laugh parting her lips, “I’ve met plenty of unrefined people who enjoyed gin, so I won’t jump to that conclusion. But alright, let’s do a shot then…”

They laugh, “My dad fought and fought against it. He wanted me to be a Maria or a Gabriela or something, but my mom won and here I am. He got my middle name though but I’ve got enough name that we can just ignore it in the end,” or mostly anything that involved their dad but he was out of their life in the end. “Simple can be interesting, that’s what makes it interesting. Some people are so complicated that it’s hard to keep track of who they are, what they love to do, or how to even expect that they’d respond to something. I love a lot of things in life, but what gets me going? Music, hockey, roller derby. Boom. I suppose we could add gorgeous people, but as much as I love sitting next to beautiful people and sharing a drink, it’s not something I can’t do without, y’know? You take music out of my life? Something is gone. I couldn’t do hockey or derby for like 8 months last year because I got hurt and I felt like I was less of who I was,” they shrug, finding it hard to explain, “Alright, alright. What sounds good? I’m a tequila sort of person, but I know that ain’t for everyone.”

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bellamartella:

“You’re going to give me the wrong idea one day.” she told her friend. If Bella was honest with herself he had always wondered why she hadn’t tried to put the moves on her friend, especially when she was drunk. Bella pulled the woman toward her truck, “Are you coming with me or did you bring your own transportation?” she wondered out loud, “I can always bring you back later to get your car if you wanted.” 

Temple just let out a laugh, “Maybe that’s the point,” they tease, but it’s who they were in the end. Temple didn’t live with regrets. We had one life and they were bound to live it to the extent they could, no matter what. Sure, they had a few things they wished didn’t happen, but they did and they helped make Temple in to who they were. “I got a ride,” they say with a shrug, “Uber, my friend, I’m not wasting gas money right now, I planned on taking an nice run home after dropping off food because it’s been nice out and I’m itching for summer, I can’t wait to not have to have an excuse for being outside in my underwear.”

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dakotakxng:

“A lot of different ways are good,” Dakota replied shamelessly, a broad smile parting her lips. “Temple Reyes-Sayles, what an amazing name,” she commented and looked at them with a smile. The name was very fitting, but Dakota couldn’t explain exactly why, so she kept the thought to herself for now. Maybe she would be able to articulate it better after a few more drinks — Though that seemed unlikely. “Well, I do like gin and tonics, but I usually go for the gin martinis,” she said with a light smile and nodded towards the bartender who whipped one up for her. “Mermaid’s Water? I’ve never heard of it, but when you’re done with the beer, I’m buying you one.”

“Thanks, my momma chose it for me,” Temple says with a laugh. While the last name would change throughout their life, like it already has a few times before, the first name would always stay the same. It felt right, but Temple could understand people who changed it. “I panic and don’t usually order anything that looks good. Maybe I’m just a simple person,” they say with a grin, “I’ve had a few gin drinks but I don’t know if I’m a fan? Maybe I’m just not refined enough,” they muse, and then follow it with a nod, “Yeah, it’s literally just alcoholic kool-aid but I’ll pass, it’ll turn my mouth blue but I’ll do a shot with you, no problem.”

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roseofthewood:

It felt like a moment still in time, one where she would let herself just exist. Those happened very rarely for her, often always thinking about what the next thing was going to be. But Temple had a way of keeping them calm and present, ever since they had first met that seemed to be their dynamic. They felt safe and welcome with them, like she could drop a part of the persona she kept up for other people. “That’s very true. I don’t know if I’ve always been good at keeping people around. I just can’t focus on one person for long enough, like.”

“I’m terrible at keeping people around,” Temple admits softly, eyes back again at the clouds in the sky and not on Rose. “I’m afraid of connecting, I guess. I love people, I can’t be alone. I am almost always around someone but nothing really means anything. They come and go and I’m left alone.”

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bellamartella:

Putting her arm around her friend, Bella grinned, “Well you’ve got it. You’ve always been my favourite dance partner. You don’t get embarrassed when I show off my awesome dance moves.” She laughed, leaning in and giving her friend a loud sloppy kiss on the cheek, garnering some looks from the patients they were passing, “You name the date and time and I’ll come kick your butt in derby.” 

“No, I’m just always in awe of the way your body moves,” Temple says with a teasing wink, letting Bella lead them out of the hospital.  “Oh? Any day of the week and you know I’ll just let you win, it’s how I am.”

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this-adeline-fraser:

The move had taken it’s toll on Adeline. Exhausted from a night of unpacking in her small North End apartment, the Scottish had come into town exploring in search of coffee and ended up in the Beanery. Coffee in one hand and an old worn book in the other, littered with notes and earmarked pages, Adeline didn’t even notice when someone moved over to her table, only looking up when the light changed from their shadow. Smiling, she used her foot to softly push the chair out opposite her. ‘Would you like to join me?’ Putting her book down and sitting up straighter, she let her gaze wander over the newcomers face, her accent warm with a light burr. ‘I’m new in town and could use the company. I’m Adeline… and you are?’

It was a great day and an even better one not to be stuck indoors so Temple strapped on their backpack and let the sky kiss their skin and skate the streets. They had to stop, tuck their skates in their bag and tug on some shoes just to make a pit stop of something to drink. Temple was caught off guard when a voice spoke to them and couldn’t help the teasing fan of their face, “Well, dang, of course,” they say, taking out a spot, “What a proper gentleperson,” they tell the other with a grin, “Temple, it’s my pleasure!”

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miarreynolds:

Mia was holding a coffee in one hand as she tried to open the door to the coffee shop, she had planned to go and sit outside in the sun but it was proving trickier than she’d anticipated because of the bandage tied around her left arm and wrist, meaning she couldn’t use it to pull open the door. She looked around her, “uh, could you open this for me?” she asked someone nearby, “I’m one arm down,” she explained, lifting her bandaged arm as if proving her point.

Temple knew that feeling and let out a soft laugh, opening the door, “Shit, last year around this time I had a broken leg and it was so hard depending on people to do basically everything for me, so I got you, boo. No worries.”

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jude-nolan:

“Yes. I’m trying to get you to wisely invest your income,” he said with a flourish, trying to sound older and more adult-y. “Please. No daddy kink shit during working hours.” He snorted, contemplating pulling out a cigarette but they were both just about done with their drinks. Opening the door, he held it for Temple to usher them inside. “Free massages don’t compare to the real deal, please.” 

“Every hour is working hour,” Temple says with a dramatic and playful sigh, trudging through the door but instantly felt relaxed and takes a deep breathe, “Ahh, you smell that?  Smells like Mommy’s getting a new guitar,” they say, already eyeing up a few of them. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a legit massage, mostly its just been people I was doin’ or whatever.”

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roseofthewood:

They smiled, enjoying, as per usual, the way their conversations felt like a game of cat and mouse. Temple had never been one to beat around the bush, and they felt as though they liked them, but, if anything, it only made them want to watch them follow them around more. Quite liking the security of Temple always being there. They lied down on the dock, putting their arms behind their head as they looked up at the sky. It was sunny, but not sunny enough for it to hurt to look up. “I like that. The uhm…image of calling someone home. It’s poetic.”

Temple joins, sitting instead of laying down, but they still leaned back, eyes at the sky but Rose still in their peripheral. They liked the night better, something about the stars calmed down. Maybe they just belonged out there, destined to lingers in the stars. Maybe it was just that romantic part of their soul that dreamed of it. “I agree,” they say with a nod, “Because places to live can change but people? If you can find somewhere like that, don’t let them go.”