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THE  UNCOMFORTABLE  FLIP  of  pheobe's  stomach  that  she  has  learned  to  hate  renders  her  silent  for  a  moment.  she  knew  she'd  probably  feel  a  bit...  anxious  doing  this.  it's  rare  for  pheobe  to  ever  feel  compelled  to  really  hear  truths  about  herself.  but,  as  much  as  this  was  out  of  her  comfort  zone,  it  wasn't  leaving  this  room. "i  do  know  how  to  have  a  good  time."  pheobe  hums,  a  perfectly  practiced  smirk  dancing  along  the  curve  of  her  lips.  as  if  her  heart  wasn't  stuttering  at  the  mere  word  of  'cope'  that  came  from  serena.  she  chooses  to  skim  over  that.  "better  opportunities,  hm?  like  not  being  a  bartender  for  the  rest  of  my  life?"  she  jokes.

serena grins , revealing the queen of pentacles reversed and the three of cups . “ are we being a bit self-indulgent recently ? going hard and having a good time ? it appears you have been … ” serena hums , leaning in , pulling the four of cups . “ maybe we're doing it to cope with how life has been …. but … if we just turned our head a bit , we could see there are better options out there . opportunities . is any of that resonating with you ? ” 

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IN  RETROSPECT,  SNEAKING  INTO  the  appointment  with  a  giant  hoodie  engulfing  her  short  frame,  was  probably  a  bit  much.  did  she  want  a  single  soul  to  know  that  she  might've  actually  been  into  tarot?  nope !  if  anyone  asked,  she'd  probably  just  say  she  liked  hearing  about  herself  but,  that  wasn't  entirely  the  truth.  a  small,  itty  bitty  part  of  pheobe  kind  of...  you  know...  gave  a  fuck. pheobe  tries  to  feign  disinterest  as  serena  pulls  her  first  card  but  the  moment  she  hears  'oh  my',  she  leans  forward  in  her  seat  just  slightly  and  surprises  herself  with  a  curious  expression.  "what?  i'm  not  100%  sure  how  i  should  react  to  'oh  my'."  she  chuckles,  looking  over  at  the  card  as  if  she  could  decipher  whether  or  not  it  was  a  good  reaction.  i  mean,  if  it's  a  reading  for  pheobe  it  should  be  how  fucking  amazing  she  is...  right?

location: seaglass gardens apartment 1b ! status: open ( capping 3/5 ) @palmviewstarters

obsidian and rose quartz sit atop the deck of cards , a steady stream of incense wafting above them . with a deep breath , serena opens her eyes . “ are you ready ? ” she places her hands on the table , gaze locked in on her client . moving the stones to the side , serena shuffles the deck , letting the energy around them take charge . with one swift movement , serena pulls the first card out , “ oh my . ” 

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES S03E06 - Smells Like Teen Spirit

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CELESTE'S  INSANT  EXCITEMENT  causes  major  pause  for  pheobe,  blinking  slowly  as  she  realizes...  this  bitch  really  isn't  joking.  "you're  not  allowed  to  listen  to  guess  anymore  if  you're  this  close  to  actually  getting  a  lower  back  tattoo  of  a  fucking  blue  butterfly."  she  deadpans,  waiting  for  a  flicker  of  insight  that  celeste  is  actually  catching  that  this  is  the  stupidest  idea  to  pheobe.  recognizing  the  lack  of  aha!  moment,  she  eyes  celeste  for  a  beat  before  a  subtle  smirk  pulls  at  the  corner  of  her  lips.  "but  ya  know  what,  celeste..."  pheobe  hums,  sickly  sweet,  reaching  out  to  hover  her  hand  just  slightly  over  her  shoulder.  not  quite  making  contact  but...  enough  to  make  a  point.  "you  go  first  and...  i'll  meet  you  there."  she  winks.

her  expression  is  nothing  short  of  excitable  agreeance,  spinning  to  face  pheobe  the  second  the  word  butterfly  falls  from  her  mouth.  “oh  my  god,  exactly  !”  she  can  tell  that  the  other  hasn't  bought  into  it,  but  once  celeste  has  an  idea,  there's  no  stopping  her.  “i'm  thinking  y2k,  with  all  the  tendrils  and  shit  coming  off  of  it.  light  blue,  maybe  red."  finally  drops  her  hand,  satisfied  with  their  spot  on  the  dancefloor.  as  the  beat  drops  her  finger  wags  in  front  of  her,  calling  pheobe  to  join  her  while  she  mouths  the  words.  “tell  me  that  wouldn't  be  hot  as  fuck  !”

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Anora (2024) Directed by Sean Baker

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PHEOBE WAS HALFWAY through a lit cigarette, leaning over the rails of salty sailor that gave a... cute view of the beach. to be fair, she had gotten used to the view. it wasn't her first time lingering here after work, a vodka soda and cigarette keeping her company. but now, she has the more than excitable celeste added to the mix. "jesus, celeste." pheobe sputters out as her hand is grabbed, a cloud of smoke escaping her lips as she quickly puts her cigarette out in an ash tray before she's swept away completely. she follows close behind her, an incredulous look crossing her features. "lower back tattoos? of what? a pretty butterfly?" she snorts.

open ( capping @ four ! ) @palmviewstarters // the salty sailor bar

it's  been  far  too  long  since  celeste  has  had  a  proper  night  out,  jumping  to  her  feet  with  her  arms  thrown  in  the  air  as  guess  by  charli  xcx  ft.  billie  eilish  starts  blasting  through  the  speakers.  the  salty  sailor  is  meant  to  be  a  quaint,  relaxed  bar,  but  celeste  had  a  way  of  ensuring  it  would  be  anything  but  that  when  she  was  around.  hand  reaches  out  for  her  friend,  squealing  over  the  lyrics  as  she  makes  her  way  to  the  center  of  the  room.  “we  should  get  brand  new  lower  back  tattoos  !”

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[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { PHEOBE SPENCER } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { SHE/HER } is ? they kind of look like { MIKEY MADISON } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { TWENTY-FIVE } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { TWENTY-FIVE YEARS }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { KATHERINE PIERCE } from { TVD }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { SALTY SAILOR BAR } as a { BARTENDER }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { THE DAMSEL OUT OF DISTRESS } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { MANIPULATIVE } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { SELF-ASSURED } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { ONE-BEDROOM } apartment beside me over in { SUNNY SHORES }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

" WHO IS THAT DIVA ?? "

full name: pheobe rose spencer

age: 25 / twenty-five

gender/pronouns: cisfemale + she/her

sexuality: pansexual

job: bartender in sunset villa

label: the damsel out of distress

counterpart: katherine pierce / tvd

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BITCH?"

pheobe rose spencer was born and raised in palmview grove, fl by her parents. greg spencer, a blue collar man, and rose spencer, a job hopper with expensive taste.

being raised by a narcissistic mother who was built on nothing but anger and selfishness and a father who stood idly by made pheobe's early home life quite catatonic.

pheobe, from a very early age, had a sass to her. or in her mothers words, bitchiness. pheobe knew what she wanted and she learned selfishness and bluntness from someone who did it best. mother dearest.

this shaped pheebs into not the kindest person. she was thick skinned and unaffected by what people thought of her but at her core, she was at war with whether people deserved her softness. she was molded into a perfect replica of her mother and though she'd never admit it out loud, she hated it. she'd also chew you out for pointing it out for her.

making friends throughout her school years proved to be a challenge. she ended up making friends that were scared to be on her bad side or manipulated friendships to further gain whatever status pheobe wanted to maintain to feel valued by her peers. it was very rare for her to find deeper relationships.

but pheobe was fine with this. with age, she became very fond of being her own best friend. she liked the fact that she could be her own personal cheerleader and always get what she wanted because she was always looking out for numero uno. herself.

now, she's living over in sunny shores apartments working a bartender position at salty sailor where drunk gawkers tend to like her feistiness. she will tell you your flaws with a smug smile on her face, spill your secrets the moment it benefits her and smoke a cig while she watches the bridges crash and burn. she's nearly lost her job two times because of her mouth. what? like she cares?

to put it simply, pheobe thrives in chaos. and it follows her wherever she goes.

"I'M A WALKING FUCKING AESTHETIC."

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