wildflower.

Rory: A FAN. THAT IS GAY. WITH RIBBONS ON IT TO MAKE HIM SMILE

Rory: I WAS MAKING HIM A GAY FAN

Rory: Thomas is being a asshole I am mad. I think i might skin him. Maybe.

Rory: HE WAS MEAN TO ME WHEN I WAS TRYING TO MAKE HIM SMILE

feat: @roryalexishudson

“Not street art, no,” Thomas said. “My art’s confined to sketch books and loose pieces of paper. Illustrator, cartoonist, those are my job titles right now.”

He felt a buzz of his phone in his pocket and plucked it out. “Laurel,” he blew out a huff. “Remind me again why you put me in the roommates group chat. I don’t even live there.”

Laurel felt her back pocket vibrate in sync with the buzz that came from Thomas’s, she glanced at the message and giggled. Rory. “I can’t believe she’s mad that I won’t have sex with her.” She looked up and smiled sympathetically. “Thomas, you say that as if you’re not part of our little family. The moment you walked through those doors it’s like you signed a contract to be with us until the day you die.”

“You did what?” Mason questioned, “Dude, that’s so not fair, where’s the invites? Omg did you go with Ror? That’s real rude if you did…” Mason huffed, clutching his heart in feigned hurt, “But you know what, that’s what you get for leaving me out, yeah, payback by karma!” Not that Mason was having a top-of-the-notch morning himself, but Laurel didn’t need to know that she was the third customer he messed up this morning, he just wished he had a cooler reason to be sleep deprived, “Oh hey, market on me!”

“To be fair, I thought you were completely knocked out on the couch again and thought it’d be rude of me to wake you from your beauty sleep. Not that you need anymore of it,” she complimented, punctuated with a wink. “I was thinking of inviting Rory and then remembered a week ago I thought I heard her say something about having a dream where she drowned me and thought it’d be best to just... not. I love that woman--but I also love being alive.”

“You think I’ve never tried to catch things in my mouth before? Please, give me a bit of the credit. I can catch it, I used to do it in school and people would place bets. I won so much money.” The French girl smirked, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail, arching her back in the oversized band t-shirt she was wearing with underwear as her pyjamas. Was anything that just came out of her mouth factual? It sure as hell was not but Laurel had no way of knowing that so it was a compelling thing to go along with. Licking her lips she snapped her teeth a couple of times with a wiggle of her eyebrows, playing up to the joke from the other. “I am amazing with my mouth, you have no idea.” With a quick wink she hit her palms against her thighs a couple of times. “Allons-y, I am ready!”

Rory talked so fast Laurel would consistently repeat what she said over and over in her head. She wondered what she was like before her life in Portland, and every day she aimed to learn more about her. “Your life stories sound like fever dreams. One time I fell on the sidewalk and landed above a sewage grate and saw something gleaming in the dark and saw that a diamond ring had fallen inside and I created a contraption with the supplies in my satchel to retrieve it. Pawned it and paid the next three months rent with that cash.” Laurel smirked at Rory’s statement. “Is there a French way of saying ‘That’s what she said’?” She licked her lips, gaze focused on her mouth. Laurel angled her elbow, fingers pinching the popcorn, and released her grip, watching it lob in the air.

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?” 

Liv burst out laughing at her follow-up question, now she had to know what this girl was up to. “As thrilling as it would be to fuck a fictional serial killer- I’m gonna go with pass,” Liv shook her head before taking a big gulp from her iced caramel macchiatto. “Okay- what are these questions for?”

“For the sole reason that I love getting to know more about you.” Laurel laughed, nudging Liv’s shoulder a little. “If you could fuck any cartoon, who would it be?”

F2F || Brooke and Laurel

@laureljanes​

Brooklyn glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled brightly. “I swear you never fail to make me look beautiful. This is it, this is the look I want for my photo shoot.” She said turning towards the girl. Brooke had a photoshoot coming up and she always liked having her make up done the day before, so if she wanted a different look she had time to fix it. “You think you can come with me to the shoot and recreate this? I will pay you time and half for traveling.”

Laurel would do almost anything for her favorite client, and she knew that Brooke loved her too but... time and a half for traveling? Laurel’s eyes lit up at the surreal proposition. In a normal world it would be the perfect opportunity to gain new clients interested in her aesthetician business, but how would be offer that without having to explain the under-the-table aspect of it. “Holy shit--I--” Laurel sat down, twiddling a makeup brush between her fingers. “I mean, yeah! But--don’t you have professional makeup artists that already work at the photoshoot?”

“Do you mean other than street artists?” Thomas asked. “Is it bad if I say I discover them all on Instagram? I follow Pace Taylor pretty closely. They graduated with a BFA a couple years before I did. And, uh…. Becca Klassey for simple paintings. Anisa Asakawa? I’m sorry. Does that make me not an authentic wanderer?”

“How does one define an authentic wanderer?” She mused, wiping away the pretzel salt on her lips with the back of her hand. “Have you created any street art?”

for: @startingportbay​ location: barista, coffee shop time: approx. 8 am

“Dang, soz my dude,” Mason said for what seemed to be the millionth time that morning, “Uh..fourth time’s the charm right?” They could say this never happens, but that would be a lie, the day was already off to a terrible start, did Mason really want to make it worse by lying? It was a simple order and for him to get it wrong three times was just next level messed up, “Sleep deprivation is a killer, let me tell ya, I do hope you’re having a better day than me.”

“Other than the fact that I also overslept so I’m late for our Thursday morning store meetings? My day is going spectacular,” she tightly grinned. “If only skinny dipping in the complex pool until the break of dawn didn’t have such severe consequences.” Laurel rubbed her forehead, lightly glaring at the cup of coffee that Mason, once again, botched. “I haven’t been able to book any esti appointments for tonight. Need to find someway to market business without the beauty popo hopping on my jock.”

“Alright, you got me there. The chances of being kidnapped is way higher than having a demonic doll in my house. You work with filming?”

“No--my research is purely selfish. Mainly so I can plan what movie we should cuddle to when we have a Netflix and chill date?”

“Well I don’t mind a good challenge. It’s nice to meet you though, Laurel Walker,” she replied with a little bit of a cheeky smirk with her response. She then said, “So now that we’re not total strangers, I’d like to take you up on you having asking me out. Just let me know when and where.”

“Would it be too forward if I said: my place?” Laurel giggled. “No, but I figured it could have been a while since a real sweetheart took you out. Why don’t I keep the where a surprise and the when could be: this Friday night? I can pick you up at 6?”