Drpippaguo​:

i finished half of my drafts and i’ll finish the rest in the morning as i’m doing my makeup! i’m sleepy gorl. g’night pals!

Someone Great (2019)

brooklynariwiles​:

So my two year old has declared war on peas today. The veggies he loved last week are now enemy number one and I don’t know if I should be scared or not. I gave him peas at lunch and he ran away terrified and returned wearing a bathrobe and strainer on his head…when I asked why he just looked at me and said “no pea” like he was on strike. So I guess we are going with Broccoli this week.

If Bryant’s on strike, I’m not ashamed to say I volunteer to be a ‘”scab” if it meant that you adopted me. There are so many recipes that incorporate veggies into a smoothie. My mom was actually ahead of the game when she did that during my childhood.

kirby-powell​:

kirby was finally relieved to get off of work. as anyone who needed a place to go the went to the bar. they had spent far to long on their feet. their makeup was breaking up and smudging a bit from wearing it all day long. this might not have been kirby’s finest look, but they didn’t care. at this hour, who were they trying to impress? they let out a long drawn out sigh. “i can’t believe my counter manager told me this.” kirby started, before taking a sip from his cocktail. “she took issue with the fact that to many of my costumers returned the makeup i sold them.” they shook their head, with a smirk on their lips. “i mean, once they own it i can’t do shit.” this was the little things in life that really irked them. 

laurel pouted in sympathy to kirby’s disdain. she could see how exhausted they were from the smudged mascara underneath their eyes. she reached out to do her best to wipe it away. regardless of the legitimacy of kirby’s job, she didn’t envy it one bit. it was stories like that she appreciated her underground business. “honestly some higher-ups don’t understand what it’s like to be a service worker. i’m pretty happy i work at a Moms-and-Pops establishment.” laurel wrapped her lips around her skinny metal straw deep into her tequila sunrise. “if it wasn’t for my little issue, i would definitely suggest that we start our own little beauty business.”

xanderandremiles​:

Interesting. So what kind of pet is Einstein? And is it rude of me to ask why you named him Einstein?

Oh definitely Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Wasn’t that based on a true story? Anything based on a true story is scary. Ever seen Amityville horror? The1979 film? Gave me the chills.  But yeah, you are definitely going to have to have a movie marathon. I’m due for one also. I usually do them around Halloween, but didn’t last year.

Einstein is my cute little American short-haired kitty that I found underneath the bridge at the marina. He couldn’t have been more than eight weeks old -- and it’s not rude at all. Honestly? I have no idea. It just felt right. Do you have any pets?

I haven’t seen Amityville. Horror movies are still somewhat new to me -- I wasn’t really allowed to watch them when I lived back home and the only time that I could was when I would sneak over to my boyfriend’s house. It’s weird that most people marathon horror movies on Halloween when you can really do it any time of the year. Like tonight. I could go back to my apartment, slip into something comfortable and turn on something that could make me pee my pants.

Text: Xander & Laurel

Xander: Yo, I'm bugging, I was about to ask if you were going to the drive-through tonight instead of saying drive-in theater.

Xander: Anyway, I wouldn't mind some company. Plus, I'm looking forward to some rainbow popcorn.

Laurel: Why don't we go to the drive through and the drive-in? Burgers and french fries while watching ...But I'm a Cheerleader sounds like the perfect way to spend the night.

Laurel: Do you think purple popcorn tastes like grape?

#wlw mood

samuelmateo​:

“Well that depends, are we talking movies that have a supernatural aspect to them or a slasher because that does make a difference.” He rose a brow looking towards her. “Plus if it’s for research, aren’t I entitled to know what my answers are being used for?” Sam teased, pushing his phone into his pocket. 

“Good point! I’ve been getting a lot of slasher movie answers so gimme something a lil’ more ghost-y.” She nodded once, impressed. “Alrighty, so secret? It’s not really for research--I need more movie recommendations. You caught me. I don’t even remember the last time I did actual research for anything.” Aside from learning processes for her esthetician business. 

liv-rivera​:

“I don’t even know how you managed to mutter out that statement without doing a ghostface impression,” Liv chuckled. LJ and Liv had become fast friends with her several trips to the record store, they were learning about music together. Liv was always welcome to a new tune, as long as it didn’t involve heavy metal and some dude screaming. If she wanted to hear screaming, it was going to be on a tv or movie screen because someone got stabbed. “Don’t ask? Hmp- something tells me your trying to locate people’s fears and what they are resilient to,” she smirked. “But like you don’t already know- I’m a Halloween a girl, Michael Myers roaming around wanting to gut people just because- but I’m also a Scream girl. Including the fourth one that people seem to hate for some reason, the third one can die though.”

Liv and Laurel bonded through their developing love of music and movies--but she would love to delve deeper into that friendship as those she thought she had connected with from her young adult age weren’t around during the most trying time in her life. She smiled at Liv’s answers--of course, she gave an indepth answer. “Follow-up question: who do you think would win in a boxing match? Michael Myers or Ghost-face: Stu-Macher?”

rohoeman​:

roman stood over his kitchen table for another five minutes, making a mental checklist of everything he had. he consulted the online recommendations one more time before he packed everything okay. he leaned over to pat rosie before he set off. he hopped on his motorbike before he sailed away to the destination. he on the lot and took off his helmet. he locked it in place and went to meet the gal at the entrance. “get ready to quit your day job, because you’re about to be rich.” he said as he looked down into the dark mouth. “don’t actually do that. i don’t think there is any other treasure than shit from people being scare it’s going to cave in.” 

“your negativity feels like you’re losing your sense of adventure,” she teased, sending roman a quick wink. “do you think we’ll also see a dead body or two? hopefully, right?” 

“not to be corny as hell--but say we do find this treasure: what would you spend it on?”