#irvingstart

[svltairs]

✉️ open.

cherry: hi.

cherry: i have a problem.

cherry: and only you can help.

[reversecreek]

📱 open

bradley: if u had to kill me how would u do it?

[msdvine]

                PERHAPS FAR TOO EXTROVERTED           dayana wasn’t a lady of few words -   so    lord have mercy    on the poor person she had decided to engage in conversation with .       “ look ,     i’m not one hundred percent saying i’d for sure lay shrek. ”     a defensive stance on a statement she hadn’t been accused of,   but she was passionate about proving her point.   “ but the guy’s got some FUCKABLE  qualities .  i’m just being honest . ”     &  she is quite prepared to list them .                                                              / @irvingstarters

[jercmiah]

incoming txt ➥ open

JEREMIAH: https://img.wattpad.com/cover/209720022-288-k372020.jpg

JEREMIAH: shit

JEREMIAH: i'm sorry

JEREMIAH: i can't even explain it really it was meant for someone else

JEREMIAH: im not into that just so u know like i dont get off on that or anything it was a joke for a friend

[atknz]

txt message. ➵ open

SANTIAGO: I have been spending the last few weeks unpacking and getting to know the area that I haven't really gotten to know the people, you know? Not really.

SANTIAGO: And I apologize for the inquiry but what is Irving if not the people? If not the culture, and the restaurants and getting to know each other. :)

SANTIAGO: I'm saying all that to say, I walked past this cafe with tea cups and drinks and thought, WHY THE FRICK NOT? Why not shoot a SMS to a buddy (or a stranger) and invite them to hang out? Get to know each other, get to know the secrets of the town?

SANTIAGO: Oh it's Santiago by the way. How are you doing?

[mocnliights]

“ come one , come all ! ” rosemary shouts with an unmistakable bright smile , clapping her hands and bouncing in place to the music to keep warm in front of the high school athletic department’s annual winterfest fundraising booth . though she bid adieu to her ‘ rambunctious ’ teen years , she still makes a point to show her support each year to attract residents to the mulled cider and hot chocolate sale she manned for years as cheerleading captain back in the day . “ you ! ” she hones in on a familiar face , arm straight out in front with a pointed index finger . “ i know you’re thirsty . c’mon , a couple bucks for a delicious homemade drink ? you know you want to . ” like she can guess what the other is thinking --- the well-known fact that rosie doesn’t know how to make anything edible from scratch --- she quickly adds with an innocent chuckle , “ not by me , promise ! i’m just here to help . ” @irvingstarters​ 

[vveridtime]

the skates are effortless now, almost as natural as walking ( she thanks the heely’s she wore nonstop in first and second grade ) after a couple of years at cutie pie’s. in one smooth motion, juliet glides from one table to another, scooping her tip off the end of an empty table on her way to the occupied booth across the room. “what can i get for ya’, hun?” she occasionally tries on the persona of a sixty year old waitress at a diner frequented by truckers  — with no real idea how well it works. the formal smile she wears with customers drops, switching to her normal and more casual one before continuing. “i get off in fifteen minutes if you want to hang out later.”   /   @irvingstarters​

[slomalley]

imessage ↳ open

sloane: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/770115605018047239/

sloane: this is a threat you know what u did.

sloane: u have 24 hours.

[bloodyncse]

          “  have you met my wife over there  ?  ”  tone and expression are deadpan, empty glass in hand as he motioned ever so discreetly towards one of the bartenders. though the stranger moved with experience, her silver hair and all around appearance had seen  younger days.  “  myrtle makes the  best  cocktails. and i mean, i’m more of a beer guy myself but even i can’t resist the way she pours curacao.  ”  its very obvious that upton has had his fair share of drinks for the night, but at least it put him in a good mood. socializing was his super power, and this night in particular had him feeling euphoric, for whatever reason.  “  dude, what are  you  drinking  ?  have a seat.  ” @irvingstarters​

[svltairs]

open to  :  all  /  @irvingstarters​ location  :  kahlo’s  

     “  please tell me your order isn’t as long or as cloyingly sweet as a hallmark christmas movie, because i swear, there was a woman who just left who spent forever explaining to me the exact temperature she wanted me to steam her drink at and with all her instructions, it basically just ended up being a cup full of syrups with a splash of coffee in there. if i didn’t get a break in ten, i think i’d seriously lose it. ”  she’s more chatty than usual, but it’s been a particularly long shift. “ sorry for unloading all that, but if the next words out of your mouth are i’d like a coffee, black, well, i think i might kiss you out of sheer relief.  ”

[reversecreek]

📱 open

ziggy: This text is related to your DoorDash order.

ziggy: yo this shit lookin pretty tasty u mind if i take a lil bite

[cvastals]

Poised cross-legged on the beach, Frankie had put together a haphazard and frankly sad looking sand castle. It consisted of more sticks than actual sand, tilting to the point where it looked as if it could collapse at any second, but if he was worried he didn’t show it. Instead, he spent his time slapping a leaf off it and grumbling under his breath - would have continued with the method if he didn’t notice someone close by approaching. Probably wouldn’t have been able to notice the lighter shoved in the middle of it until they were close enough, “Hi,” he greeted, still staring at the castle, “I’m, uh... I’m manifesting my lighter starts working. It died but... I want a cigarette, so. If you know how to, uh, manifest properly, I could use the help.” @irvingstarters​

[piratejct]

HE’S PRECISESLY THE MAN you wouldn’t want to run into at 4 am. limping down the street with hands in his pockets, the hood over the head serving as an attempt of hiding the bruised, bloodied face from the invasive light of the streetlamps while also making him look like a certified boogeyman. there’s nothing he wants more than to get home and pretend his ribs aren’t broken, but the way back feels longer than the night itself, and with his body practically begging for an ounce of mercy, adam is forced to do the one thing he despises the most: ask for help. approaches the figure from behind, swallowing the remains of his pride along with some of the leftover metallic taste that’s been lingering on his tongue ever since the first punch. clears his throat, building up the courage before      “hey.” it’s dull, severely lacking emotion. “’scuse me? fuck, uhh, d’ya-” crimson-stained fingers awkwardly scratch at the beard. “have a phone i could.. borrow?” @irvingstarters​

[solitvdcs]

boxes upon boxes, most of the recently shipped variety — he’d very much subscribed to the “nothing in the apartment but a futon and television” lifestyle that was stereotypical of guys his age, though if it was more from lack of funds or lack of taste was anybody’s guess. speaking of taste — where was the pizza he ordered? he looked around the room as though that would make a pizza appear, only for a knock to sound on his door — had he managed to summon a pizza with just his mind? he stepped around the stacks towards where he was pretty sure the door was, swinging it open after accidentally knocking over an open box of something with a lot of packing peanuts. shit, he’d have to clean that up later. as he turned his attention back to the person at the door, his brows furrowed — no pizza in sight. “you’re — not delivering my pizza,” he said, as though he was hoping they would deliver a different answer. | @irvingstarters​

[halfrest]

        she carries one of those glass, expensive-looking water bottles, cut up oranges in a mix of vodka and sprite. too early for the concoction if you were aware of it. in the midst of speed walking mom groups and the occasional jogger, there’s nothing off about airi’s foray into the park. not unless you were close enough to smell it on her breath. and it’s not that she needs the buzz to approach the other, falling alongside them as if they were awaiting her arrival, but it helps. “ if you could teleport anywhere right now, where would it be ? ” the question’s placed as if she’s asking for the time. @irvingstarters​

[justhetwoofxs]

OPEN STARTER @irvingstarters

location: dorado beach

time:around 2am

it had been,at least,three hours since max arrived at the beach. she had been trying to finish a  song she had been working on for weeks and going to the beach at night to play guitar and sing by herself was her most recent and failed attempt to try and get inspiration to hit her. with her guitar hung over her shoulder,max got up to leave but, as she turned around,she lost balance and ended up with her face in the sand. the female wasted no time in getting up and wiping the sand off her face. she was about to laugh the situation off when someone did it for her. plastering a smile onto her face,she looked up at the person in front of her.”...you saw that,didn't you?...can we just pretend this never happened?”