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“ mhm, right, right. atomic life. very interesting. sounds fake. ” if only she’d taken a bite of the dessert seconds earlier, maybe then it would’ve stopped her from letting the quip slip from her lips. no, no, she most definitely still would’ve mumbled it out between bites. like dangling candy in front of a child, iris eventually sunk her fork into the piece of cake and allowed the taunting to begin. a slow raise to her mouth, she took a gander at her friend and offered a devilish grin. “ looks so delicious, ” and just like that, the utensil disappeared, lids fluttering shut as she basked in all its glory. “ tastes fucking fantastic too. ” flicking her wrist, she pointed the prongs in his direction. “ you do realize you can’t fire me right ? you get rid of me, genevieve’s out too. we’re a package deal, remember ? ” it was true. the two were peas in a pod, the sole reason why iris was even considered for the series was because of her. “ then you’ll be out an editor and a videographer. do you really want to be the cause of the series' demise ? ” her attention returned to the cake, contemplating, as she forked another piece off. “ got my ass kicked at the derby rink last night, pretty sure the bruise brewing on my upper thigh right now is gonna be the size of a small child. sort of like you — ” rather than take the bite, she turned the fork in his direction and playfully began to guide it over. took everything in her not to start making airplane noises. “ what about you ? anything new ? ”

"The fact that you just forgot how my name is spelled tells me my puppy eyes do work," and yet here she was taking away the last piece of chocolate cake.

Her offer made him scoff and pause, his smile spreading as he seemed to almost consider her offer. "Yeah, nice try. Nothing will ever make me say such a thing," in fact, he wondered if he might not come up with yet another logical explanation to the phenomenon he hypothetically observed. He was pretty adamant on the matter : there was no after life and no life out there that could ever come all the way to Earth. This being said, he didn't believe they were all alone in the universe. "That's bait. And I'm not explains to you how they dated those bones with atomic life times and what not," because even though he understood how it work, he couldn't understand it enough to explain it. "Keep at it and I'll find us a less greedy videographer. One who respects dinosaurs." He grinned, leaning onto the table with his chin in hand. "So what are you up to, aside from non sense and theft? Anything exciting?".

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Taylor Russell as MAREN BONES AND ALL (2022) dir. Luca Guadagnino

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　　　　 𖤐⋆.˚  INTRODUCING  ...  JUDITH  BUXTON  .ᐟ

a  twenty8  year  old  wannabe  wordsmith  fueling  her  way  through  existence  with  a  royal  flush  and  a few hard-hitting home runs.  portrayed  by  taylor  russell  .ᐟ

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character name: judith pauline buxton nickname(s): jude, jp, bux, judy moody faceclaim:  taylor russell birthday: may 14th place of birth: antioch, oregon zodiac: taurus mbti: neutral good moral alignment: isfj occupation: little league coach, gas station manager / 'unofficial owner' of fuel dude place of work: fuel dude subplot affiliation: unaffiliated 3 positive traits: stoic, reliable, tactful 3 negative traits: self-deprecating, tough, competitive languages: english, conversational spanish, american sign language. love language: quality time biography + connections are featured in the google doc !

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Really hate the concept of being overdressed like if I want to wear a latex dress and a fur coat to the grocery store on a Tuesday afternoon I shouldn't be judged I should be applauded for being so incredibly sexy

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𖤐⋆.˚  SPECIAL DELIVERY FOR  ... @unlimbed .ᐟ 𖤐⋆.˚  LOCATION  ... the boardwalk .ᐟ

what better way to spend the day than sprawled across a bench probably built by jesus christ himself fixed on a structure one wrong step away from singlehandedly reigniting a reboot of the final destination franchise ? iris’ bet on the first blood bath, the opening scene to really reel the viewer in ? the merry-go-round. classic. one loose bolt would no doubt send some poor citizen flying and from there ? carnage. she’d like to think she’d survive, be the one with the prophetic visions and hoped to hell julian would too. fan fuckin' favorites. despite their potential dance with death, it was the ideal place to scope out the new stars of their hypothetical films. “ that guy over there, ” tip of her bendy straw swung to the man in question, “ def an oswald. goes by ozzie with an -ie not a -y. never oz, he’ll tear your teeth out with his hands if y’call him that. ” she glanced over at her companion and bared her own teeth with a chomp, “ couldn’t get a girlfriend in high school so he made a fake facebook using a pic of some site model with, like, ” despite an occupied hand, she still managed to cup the air around her chest. “ huge tits to trick his friends into believing he ‘met her on vacation’. the two broke up very dramatically after a month because he got caught by his sister who got pissed he’d hog the family computer which prevented her from playing barbie horse adventure and was scared she'd rat him out. he says he’s into heavy medal, but you know he’s got a secret norah jones playlist, cries to come away with me. went to college for library science because he’s heavy into reading and information systems, lowkey about it though. couldn't get a job so he works from home as customer support for like, bath and body works. has a collection of collars even though he doesn't own a dog. probably here waiting on a tinder date, which he planned, because he's under the impression it'll score him some puss if she sees how good he is at tossing darts. unclear whether or not she'll show up — but he's going home to his one bedroom with a corndog either way. ” her free hand slipped into the vat of fries scorching her upper thigh, teeth sinking into a grease grabber to conclude her spiel.

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“ you, my sweet sweet genevieve, are a godsend. i can assure you i’ll actually be here on time next week, ” never failed, if genevieve were to demand a dollar every time iris spewed the same statement, she’d no doubt have enough to buy out the entire state of oregon. even if the girl left her apartment five hours early, she’d still probably manage to waltz her ass in an hour late. it wasn’t her fault this crazy rollercoaster called life liked to take her on rides to the unknown. this one in particular ? “ got a last minute uber pickup. dude was headed to buster's because his and i quote 'shitbox was ready', but he wanted to belt out bohemian rhapsody on the mini-mic so i had to drive around the block a few times just so he could live that freddie mercury fantasy. sounded absolutely horrible — talkin’ cat in heat, i’m surprised someone didn’t call in a fuckin’ noise complaint. ” was entertaining though. “ not that anyone would've shown up. ” she mumbled, small dig at the uniformed men flocked like seagulls on a stray fry. slinging her tote bag onto the table with a thud, she slipped her hand in and started digging … and digging … and digging until finally, “ here we go. ” the memory card. “ took it upon myself to get some b-roll for the bloody mary seg. do you know how hard it was to get shots of a mirror without my big ass head getting in the way ? pretty sure they’re all duds, to be honest. any chance you can work your magic and edit me out of frame ? ” she slid the card across the table with a smile.

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Genevieve was situated at her usual table at scoop. Editing away on her laptop for this weeks show, waiting for Iris to show up. It was their weekly ritual they'd meet up, consume an insane amount of coffee and edit. Granted meeting up at scoop on a weekly basis probably wasn't the smartest idea considering the police also frequented the shop, and were already sick of the pair of them, because of their involvement in the mystery series, they just naturally had suspicion in anything the group did. and, in particular Iris and Genevieve were known around town as the daredevils. Regardless, they did it anyway because it was also the best place to pick up on any possible leads for the podcast. Hearing the chair across from her move she glanced up from her work. "It's about time you showed up. She teased. "I ordered your usual. It should be here any minute."

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“ always feelin’ naughty. i’ll go full wedge frontal for the art. a gimp suit could be sexy too, channel the rubber man from american horror story. ” didn’t even ask before her hand was resting on max’s shoulder for leverage, one foot lifting to expertly untie the knotted laces. iris was a woman of few talents ( actually, she had many — all a bit useless ), but slipping out of a pair of skates was one of them, could do it in record time. “ you prepared to be up there with dark side of the moon, rumours, enema of the state, nevermind and born in the usa for most iconic album cover ? might even beat out abbey road. ” and just like that she’d dropped a few inches in height, hand slinking into the tote bag hanging over her shoulder to retrieve her checkered slip-ons one step away from decay and riddled with mindless doodles. probably had them since high school. no, no. definitely did. would’ve been her docs, but those bricks would only weigh her down. she swung her skates over her shoulder and met his hand, deal sealed with a single shake.  “ could be right now. c’mon, i’ll give you a ride. free of charge. y’know, for savin’ my ass. ” a few steady strides before she turned on her heel and carried on facing him. “ might even let you belt out a tune on the karaoke machine. ” quite possibly the sole reason why her funky little volkswagen bus earned her that five star rating.

"next time? there won't be a next time," he says gravely, as if she's poisoned the water supply, burned his crops, and set a plague upon his homeland. "i think i've become allergic to peanut butter since meeting you. i can already feel hives in my throat just thinking about it. but," and there's always a but; "i'd rather have chocolate than oysters, i'll agree there. nothing sexy about shellfish. at least i can still enjoy the minis. those come... pantyless." didn't he say he was going to ignore all of it, anyway? definitely. but max has never been very good at keeping his word, much to everyone else's chagrin. only a select few have the luxury of... common decency. "oh, you're absolutely right. cleave, ass—cameltoe, if you're feeling naughty about it. less is always more. and leather. people like leather." pausing, max looks her up in down—critical, not sensual. finally, her face. "we'll make it work. fishnets will bring it all together." holding out a hand this time to seal the deal, he adds; "when was the last time you went to nail's?"

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“ i gain perverse pleasure in it, what can i say ? ” siobhan accepted such praise with an outstretched hand pressed upon her chest and a small dip of her head. for a moment, she wondered why the two hadn’t been acquainted long before this — and no, it wasn’t because she was being fed admiration, but due to the mere fact that hanna radiated a vibe she couldn’t help but feel drawn to. a bit quiet, but there was a certain ‘take no shit’ aura about her. “ jack and coke ? classy girl. i’m usually one for a mojito, but i always feel like a bartender will pull me into town square and, ” she trailed off to let her actions speak for themselves, tips of her index and middle finger meeting the crown of her temple before a thumb flick slowly sent her head to the side. quick, casual, but she didn’t spare the small ‘peeeoh’ sound from expelling like a breath. “ if i ask for more than one. heard it’s like the pastry chef’s equivalent of the macaron. annoying and tedious — but you already know that i’m sure. ” a beat. “ shiv, by the way. ” she felt like a child watching sensory videos, attention locked in on the mixologist at work. she’d been like a painter with a brush, in a way. “ so casual after captivating the whole bar ? ” she threw her own praise back at her, small shake of her head nixing the citrus. her lips wrapped around the rim of the glass. small sip before, “ fuck a mojito. this is incredible. definitely have to rearrange my cocktail ranking now. ”

at first hanna thought the woman was simply going to leave as she walked off, and there was a faint disappointment she was surprised to feel, but then the show began and believe it or not— hanna was amused. when the other returned to the bar, she gave a slow clap and then scoffed. "so casual after emasculating the whole bar?" she held her praise, but felt it was implied at the end regardless. "my usual is coke and jack, but that feels anticlimactic." she hummed for a moment as she thought it over, then nodded. "apricot fizz." hanna grabbed a collins glass and then set to pouring the beginnings of a drink into a shaker. "name for the order?" she asked with a touch of playfulness, since she obviously didn't need it to serve the woman. with the ingredients shaken and then poured into the glass, she topped it off with soda and then set it down. "lemon wedge?"

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“ m’just sayin’ it could be one of their tactics — sniffin’ out blood like how cartoons used to sniff out freshly baked pies left out on windowsills. ” sure, iris could’ve stopped the girl long before her spiel, chimed in to say that it was merely another attempt at a joke, but there was something about the passion in her voice that prevented her from sounding her own. amusement was an initial perk, could probably listen to her go on and on without getting bored. she often wished she possessed that kind of drive for the little things. big things too. honestly, the more she thought about it, the more lucinda reminded her a lot like an old childhood friend. one whose initials were memorialized on her pinky finger, bit faded now, could probably use a touch up. “ guess so. y'could be stuck wearing something that makes you look like you work at a fuckin’ opera house. dodged that bullet though and now that i think about it, s'probably why i've been banished to the projection room. ” that and terrorizing the elderly. yeah, so she might've recommended saltburn to a group of grannies looking for a 'touching' love story and ? technically in some fucked up way, it was one, wasn't it ? depending on how you looked at it.  “ in that case, kinda wanna try something new. usually go for a vanilla cold brew splash of oat — but, i don't know, i'm feeling frisky. ” statement spoken like a middle-aged wasp mom who decided to have two margaritas at happy hour instead of one, even had the little shimmy down. “ surprise me. but i do have one request: iced. ”

Reaching up to wipe brownie crumbs from her mouth with the heel of her hand, Lucinda went wide eyed at the implication before leaning across the counter. "You think they're getting the blood from there? Impossible. There's no way they'd get the blood out, they'd still have to drain it somehow else and we don't actually have proof that they're drinking it. They could just be pouring it down a drain somewhere or using it to like… contaminate crops or something. And - well, no, I'm not gonna say that, because that's wouldn't be very inclusive of me. I was going to say that not every victim could have a period, but maybe Jeff Blume did have a vagina. But I don't think that's how they're hunting people down! That would be weird because how would they know? Watching tampon sales at the store or something?" It wasn't until she'd rambled out a long explanation that Lucinda realized that was probably another joke. Still, she caught herself glancing towards the man who looked like he'd taken a bath in body glitter anyway. Maybe she was stereotyping, but she didn't think serial killers were supposed to be so… flashy. Turning her head back towards the customer as the conversation turned to her uniform, Lucinda ended up grinning and averting her eyes, shrugging. "We just got lucky, I guess." She explained before gasping. "Oh, no, of course not! I don't even think I have the authority to kick someone out, let alone ban them. But yes, you can order something. As long as it's on the approved menu."

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“ gimmy, gimmy, gimmy — ” took absolutely everything in siobhan not to finish the lyric that danced on the tip of her tongue, and arguably one of the best abba songs ever created, but the small sing-song cadence hinted at the original notion anyways. a bit off-key, she wasn’t exactly agnetha fältskog. “ need i remind you that i am your only employee at the moment, remember ? ” a moment of silence taken for the latest coworker to come and go. now that she thought about it, they'd probably be a shoo-in for the guinness book of world records — lasted all of one shift before vanishing like a ghost in the night. perhaps something happened to them ... the vampire of antioch sinking their ( hypothetical or not ) teeth into their next victim. should she have put out a missing person's poster ? “ look, ” she began, her own teeth gnawing at the powdery bead of the candy bra layered over her shirt. “ we're in arguably one of the most freaky towns in america. intrigue attracts intrigue. you've gotta consider that maybe tourists, and even townies, want to leave here with a souvenir to indulge in an evening with, in this case, ” she gestured toward the toy in his hand, “ a swamp monster ... kind of. i'm telling you, put it on display and those will sell out in no time. we can even play into an antioch folklore fantasy, maybe swap 'em out every month with a new creature spotlight. have i ever steered you wrong ? ” speaking of business ventures, “ hey, has dante gotten in touch with you at all ? ”

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"Shivvy, now I'm not trying to sound like you don't know how to do your job, you know you're my employee with the best customer service skills, but I gotta wonder, are you sure we need all these themed dildos?" Hauling another box onto the counter and opening it up with a box cutter, he pulled out a toy that looked like a foot long rainbow floppy straw. "Woowee, looks like someone's studying for a colonoscopy," he muttered before pulling out another one, this one bright pick and with suction cups. "You know, I bet it would be need if they could make those little things flex. Which would be nifty, but do we really need this many? Be honest, did you add a digit by accident to this shipment?"

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havana rose liu by kara yoshimoto bua

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Chase Sui Wonders gets ready with Vogue for the Anna Sui Fall/Winter 2023 Fashion Show

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“ yeah well i read in antoine's guide to greed that overthrowing iris' active dib is a sure way to get your shit rocked. y'think those little puppy dog eyes are gonna work on me, pepé lefeurve ? ” couldn't have cared less if she completely botched the pronunciation of his surname. if anything, she'd argue it was an artistic choice, flowed better. “ not a chance in hell. the only way i'll budge is if you finally admit to me, right here right now, that you actually believe in ghosts ... and don’t hit me with a ‘there’s no proof’ because there’s just as much proof as there is for dinosaurs, if not more. how would you like it if i went ahead and said that they weren’t real ? ‘well scientists discovered bones, fossils’ yada yada yada but how do we really know ? maybe some cavemen were just heavy into arts and crafts. ” she shrugged. “ and before you go all, ” she slipped into a stereotypical geeky voice, flick of her wrist shooting her pointer finger up, “ well actually ! humans came after, ” imitation dropped, “ how do we know that they didn’t just carve shit into some like … really, really old stone ? ” did she believe dinosaurs existed ? absolutely, but stirring the pot was much more fun. lips eventually curved into a smirk as she snatched the pastry up, “ maybe if i’m feeling generous i’ll drop a few crumbs. ” she teased.

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"It's funny you'd say that cause your life line says that I should get dibs on the last chocolate fudge brownie piece," count on him to cite imaginary facts including hand lines, astrology, crystals and your usual bullshit in order to get more food. But nothing quite beat his making up of very specific magazines to prove his point further. "I read it in Iris values her friendship with Antoine more than cake Magazine, the latest issue." And if that didn't work, he could always lift his gaze from his phone and serve her with his best set of puppy eyes. "Please."

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“ sounds like rhee-rhee’s a little jealous of mothy — ” iris agreed with him on a lot of things and now that she thought about it, perhaps he was right; but she wouldn’t outright admit it to him. the satisfaction she got seeing him get somewhat defensive overrode the notion entirely. yeah, the statue was a little too picturesque, looked like a greek god even — she wouldn’t have been shocked if it was crafted by someone with a passionate monster kink. was probably one of those artists that drew their cartoon characters ripped as hell. “ alright — first of all, ” she tore herself from her slouched position to sit upright, leg folding beneath her as she angled to face him. “ bloody mary is not creepy, let’s start there. she’s just misunderstood. i’d marry her, give her a good life, make her happy again — and yeah, maybe in part it’s due to the fact that women covered in blood is my favorite genre of women. samara weaving in ready or not ? jennifer check ? amy dunne ? just, ” she kissed the tips of her fingers, “ bellissima ! ” a beat. “ getting railed by the swamp monster is just a uti, yeast infection combo waiting to happen so they’re getting the axe. guess i’m fuckin’ the eulman. ” finally extending a hand, she graciously offered the joint. “ that should be a segment on the pod. kinda just wanna hear toine’s thoughts. speaking of, y'got any ideas for the next one ? ”

"iris... stop being such a heathen, i swear," he reprimanded before sighing, loudly and quite dramatically just for effect since in reality he was trying not to laugh aloud. "his statue looks so fake! i bet he's got a beer belly and everything. not that i'm body-shaming, but i'll be damned if mothman has a six pack." rhee relaxed back into his seat, watching his friend for a moment and waiting patiently for her to eventually pass the joint over. though, he was still going to answer the question. obviously. why wouldn't he? "based off vibes alone and not letting myself think about it too much— marry eulman one hundred percent. we can live at the hooters. fuck the swamp monster. kill bloody mary. she's creepy." he wrinkled his nose in disapproval before chuckling and finishing off his soda, setting the empty can next to iris' tray. "how about you?"

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“ interrupting ? please. ” siobhan swiftly hustled to the other side of the foldout table, hands laying flat against the plastic top with an authoritative slap. “ you, my friend, are talking business — ” her brows rose with a slight wiggle, lips curving into a vivacious smile. “ i like it. ” felt like logan roy in the moment, head haunch, nothing could stop her. well ... “ buuuut as much as i love it," that smile quickly faded, pout taking its place as a depleted sigh billowed from her lungs. so maybe she wasn't logan roy, maybe she was more of a kendall. “ you'd have to run it by the big guns. ” gimothy, of course. “ i mean, i would do it myself, but i feel like it would be better coming from you. that and i've been trying my best to lay low, may or may not've taken a bit of creative liberties with the inventory orders and i'm kinda hoping if i don't bring attention to myself then he won't bring it up. ” a beat. “ but, y'know if all fails i'd love to volunteer — would give me an excuse to wear the candy striper uniform that's been collecting dust in my closet ... or would that be a little much ? ”

Dante sighs. God knows he wants to get his someday, but between the absolute dogshit connection within this town and the fact that almost every guy interested on the apps are either genuinely not his type, suburban dads on the low and Maddox, he would rather remain celibate. Or just enjoy a five-fingered discount on sensual connection. He doesn't comment on the local gossip, though he simply does put it away with a smile in his heart.

"You know, the clinic in the hospital's always looking for community outreach and well—I think it might be smart if we say, got the lube and condoms from a local source?" Not that anyone would partake most of the time; they're too busy with their aches and pains for... other aches and pains that they might want. "That or I might get the director's backing for a joint project." Dante shrugs, grabbing a couple of condoms for the road. You never know. "Sound good, or am I just... interrupting hump day?"