#irvingstarter

[jercmiah]

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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

[slversoul]

@irvingstarters​

the wallet glowed like the shiny coins she knew were resting in it. surreptitiously, she turned her head to watch the people passing by. it was too obvious the wallet wasn’t hers. desperation clung to her, stinking like too much perfume. her hands itched to pick up the thing and take it home with her. not only did she want the money but the feel of the leather and the fingers that it had graced before. her shoulders moving up and down with the sigh, antonia picked up the wallet. as she opened it, she glanced at the cash, but her eyes settled on the id. stopping the person closet to her, she tried to be a good samaritan. that is if one didn’t count the few bills she secretly slipped into her pocket moments before, but it was hardly enough to be noticeable. “is this your wallet? if it is, you look very different from the id photo, but i’m not one to judge.” she pretended to study the photo closely before staring at the other’s face. it would be best if she got the wallet out of her hands. “hey, let’s go get matching tattoos to commemorate this fine moment and this formed friendship. i know you can afford it.” one look at her and it was clear she was serious about the tattoos. 

[jennifcrs]

Jenny crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, then crossed them at the ankle, though it made her feel like a princess in training so she abandoned that too, sighing as she slapped both feet to the floor and slouched. She was restless, her body filled with nervous energy, though she couldn’t quite peg down any one reason. And the iced coffee definitely wasn’t helping. She’d only bought it so she could sit and use her computer in the comfort of Kahlo’s without feeling like a freeloading asshole, but just two sips in and a particularly disruptive bout of fidgeting sent the full mason jar careening off the table with a loud crash. “Agh,” she groaned, her head lulling back for a moment before she slunk from her seat to assess the damage with the enthusiasm of a cranky toddler. “This is literally the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” @irvingstarters​

[reversecreek]

Nyla only knocked on the door once, attention already drifting away like a tendril of smoke with the breeze, eyes roaming up and searching for the sun to give them blotches. They had a pale blue Furby tucked beneath their arm like a basketball with one of it’s eyes shut. No shoes on. A large hole in one of their socks. A backpack strapped to their shoulders that looked more like a fainted, strung up teddy bear. By the time the door opened, they still hadn’t dawned back to earth. It took a long pause before they said anything at all. “Can, um... Can I use your, like... What’s it...” Silent again. Attempting to fish a letter from the alphabet soup that made their brain. “Aw, shit. What’s... it called?” Finally, their eyes found the other’s face, though despite staring right at them, they seemed to be looking at something else, some world which only they could access where angels had ten heads and cats told bedtime stories. There was a quiver of a smile on their lips but it wasn’t quite there, a little like the dial tone on a disconnected -- oh. “Telephone. Think it’s... That’s right, isn’t it? I think... yeah, somethin’ like that. Can I use yours?”

[tfolive]

--𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭. Camera in hand, curled black locks sticking to the thin layer of moisture clinging to her skin in its attempts to leave the turgid air. The moon did its best to light the night but where it failed, streetlights came to assist, thin rimmed glasses fogging as she brought the camera to them. Trying to get a shot of the melody of lights vying for her attention in that moment when she saw it -- a simple flicker. Was it a lighter? A phone? A taser? Her mind went alight with possibility. So she added to it, the flash of her camera illuminated the residential street, lighting the mysterious figure. “am I interrupting?” she inquired with a soft grin.  @irvingstarters​

[milaherrera]

Wearing a belt with five different dog leads attached via various buckles, Mila wandered down the sidewalk pointing out objects of interest, gasping at each. “Look, Wallaby!” A retriever cocked his head as if expecting a treat. “That butterfly’s cool. But we can’t sniff them. I know, it super sucks. I tried to stroke one, once, but that’s bad, ‘cause it hurts their wings.” The sightseeing tour proceeded, in the middle of chattering about a crack in the pavement that she insisted everybody “hop over, paws up, those give people curses!” when a turned corner had someone else entering their path. Somehow, they wound up tangled in a flurry of yips and fur, bound at the ankles. “Beeboo, don’t be rude. Inside voices, people! It’s -- sorry,” came with a hastily flashed smile, attempting to work out how to possibly rectify the situation, leads looped in knots. “Um... Sorry, I’m not--... Ummm... I’m not so good at puzzles. Jigsaws are super hard, so this is, like, really hard, and--... Nibbles, please don’t nibble! Sorry, he really loves ankles. I think maybe if he was named Waggles, instead, he’d do that, more. But Nibbles is still pretty cute.” @irvingstarters​

[camilamonroe]

Cam was over the scenery already. A downfall she never was truly able to conquer: her easily-bored trait. Though, two weeks is a new record for her. She wasn’t necessarily paying attention to who was nearby, only knowing a familiar face caught the corner of her eye. “What does a girl gotta do to have some fun around here? Cum on a cracker?” Her head dramatically falling back in order for her to groan for emphasis.

[charlottefaye-lyons]

Fingers tapped on the surface of a table as the brunette zoned out from reality for a small moment. With Flora in daycare and her being off meant she had some time for herself, which rarely ever happened. Which led her to sit at a table at the diner wondering what she could do. As she finished the coffee, she sat back against the chair and gave a small sigh. “That’s it. I’m bored,” she stated, as if anyone around her cared about it. Looking around, she saw a figure, giving a small tap on the shoulder. “If you had a free day, what would you do?” @irvingstarters​

[slversoul]

FOR ANYONE ( @irvingstarters​ )​

eyebrows knitted together as she looked at her phone, scrolling through the restaurants listed on google maps. head moved up and around like an owl, eyes trailing along storefronts. her saving grace came in the form of a passerby as she lifted a hand to get their attention. “excuse me,” cecilia squeaked, voice sore from directing the movers all day. she trotted over to them, hand grasped tightly to her sunhat so it didn’t fly away. “excuse me, do you know where i could find a restaurant that doesn’t look like it was transported here from the 60s? not that 60s architecture is bad if you’re talking about the 1860s, but these places, i swear, chose the tackiest furniture.” her words were level as if they were discussing the weather, and she wasn’t critiquing the town she only just moved to. “say, can you show me the fanciest restaurant around here? my fridge isn’t stocked, and i wanted to take this time to learn the layout of this place. i would like to have a word with the city planners, but i’ll settle for a nice glass of wine right now.” 

[jennifcrs]

“No, no. I’m sorry. I’m listening. I’m listening,” Jenny insisted, letting her phone go dark and moving to tuck it into her pocket before thinking better of it. Instead it’s clutched between both hands, screen turned down towards her lap when she finally offers an impish grin. “You were saying something about... the weather, was it? Or... no, your job? Or um... going on vacation! And there was a dream? Maybe? You had a dream about... Oh! You said something about that one movie or... was it a country... Ugh, you’re right. I’m sorry. I wasn’t listening. What did you say? Was I close?” @irvingstarters​

[maggotmouth]

              the bar was quiet in the kind of way that the coast felt just before a storm ; apprehensive, on the cusp of something. bitterly windy outside and just shy of eight thirty on a tuesday, she’d come from one of the worst sales pitches of her life. natalya was good at upselling. she’d worked in bars, she’d worked in retail, she’d spent years as an accessory to her late husband’s arts shows as he wrung out clueless buyers for all they were worth as they clasped for an ounce of culture to hold in their grabby paws. she knew how to double her money simply through charm and a good hand of cards, but she wasn’t a fucking wizard. not only was the property semi-detached, rather than the advertised detached, but it looked nothing like the photographs in the brochure, and the yuppie couple had left with a sour taste in their mouths after seeing the state of disarray that had come to infest the place after just a few short weeks of being empty. how the fuck was she supposed to sell a place on orion avenue as a charming fixer-upper when a family of rodents had overtaken the kitchen and squatting teenagers had claimed the living room as their late night shindig joint? so she went to the place where any sane resident of the town would go after a rough, strenuous day when all they really needed was to let loose, chug a tequila, and dance until they felt seasick enough to skinny dip ; fannies, where she was anonymous, standoffish enough for the regulars ignore her yet frequent enough for the bartender to know her drink order as soon as she neared the bar. 

              quiz night was wrapping up, a younger crowd than usual. the median age was probably thirty-six, and for the first time natalya felt too old for a place in her pin striped trousers and her pussybow blouse. she decided to just bra and blazer it in an attempt to fit in   ( that was vogue, right ? )  popping the buttons of her blouse undone to pull it off and stuff it into her purse as she waited for her drinks ( a large glass of merlot and a shot of patron ). shrugging her blazer on, she rolled up the sleeves, a pop of red lace visible beneath her suit that felt both slutty and empowering. suddenly self-aware, she reapplied her eyeliner in the reflective screen of her phone, dragging out the wing, smudging black into her waterline. standing back to look at herself, she noticed another patron in the reflection of her phone, and with a reluctant sigh, announced. “do you want a shot ? i ordered one and now i don’t want it, but i’d feel like a dick to say no when they’ve poured it." she reapplied her lipstick — pillarbox red, like the lace frill of her bra, the heel of her stillettos and the strap of her bag ( she loved an accent colour)  — and sunk down onto the bar stool next to the other patron. “honestly you’d be doing me a favour. saves me from looking like a washed-up forty-something drinking alone.” her laugh was curt and acidic, like the squirt of lime that followed a tequila shot.            @irvingstarters​

[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

[atknz]

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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​