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junemori:

“I don’t even understand how someone can have the audacity to ask a person on a date and then just…not show up. And then leave them waiting there because, oopsy-daisy, you forgot that they existed and that they might want to know that you changed your mind so they’re not sitting there for two hours alone at the restaurant!”

June exhaled, trying to calm herself down and not freak out the person in front of her. “I’m sorry,” she said, “but I’m sure you understand why I’m worked up.”

“Understandably,” Daphne nodded her head in agreement. “The ghosting thing’s gotta stop. I don’t get why it’s a thing in the first place. Where’d all the decent human beings go?” She went off on a small tangent. “What’s this person’s name? Are they from around here? Maybe we can find them and give them a piece of our minds,” Daphne squinted her eyes in intensity, half joking, half not.

#this gif is too intense lol #but the eye squint ok #junemori #i love ur fc in superstore!!

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#ya girl's song #music

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nglmelton:

Austin leaned back in his chair, pushing his bottle of beer back and forth between his hands on top of the bar. Sitting alone in a bar wasn’t really his favourite thing to do, but the boy needed a small break. He looked around the place to see if he knew anyone. No one. Austin took a sip of his beer before he saw someone take a seat on the stool next to him. “Hey.” This was the boy’s weak attempt at starting a conversation. The boy raised his bottle to the bartender to indicate he’d like another. “What’d you like? It’s on me.”

A rough night at work had Daphne at the bar for the second time this week; a high for her bar rounds, typically. Lately clients were difficult, and her way to cleanse her pallet, so to speak, was to numb herself down a bit by having a few drinks at the bar. In her own thoughts, she only noticed someone sit beside her when he offered her a drink. “Oh, uh--,” she made a thinking face, contemplating whether another drink was necessary. Shrugging, she said to the bartender, “I’ll have another Stella.” Daphne looked over to the person sitting beside her, “Thanks. Does it look like I’ve had that rough of a night?” She joked.

#nglmelton

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akiycmas:

“There’s just something about modern art that just gets me…so…you know, like I’m…it’s just fuckin’ awesome man. Is it a boob? Is it THE UNIVERSE? Is it humanity’s impending doom? An all-male orgy? Who knows. I fucking love it.”

“I’m more into contemporary art,” Daphne offered, thinking back to her last trip to a gallery. “I remember specifically seeing a portrait made out of tofu and I’ve never been the same. I also once saw a bunch of Craft Singles lined up on the floor, and that was a cool piece, too. At least I thought it was a piece. I found out later that someone had just dropped their cheese pack.”

#akiycmas

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terrasnyd:

“I’m doing good,” She offered, resting her elbow on the bar and resting her head on her hand. She played around with the bottle in her hand, picking away at the label. “I’m tired, you know? Work and life, and life, and work.” She shrugged. Of course she wasn’t doing okay, but she didn’t want to talk about her problems anymore. It didn’t seem to get her anywhere, aside from the bottom of a bottle. "You’re a psychic, right ? Do you think I’m doing okay ? ” 

A half smile found its way to her face, hearing Terra talk. Although she seemed to be far from sober, her anecdote on life and work and work and life was accurate. Daphne looked down at her pint glass for a brief moment, raising her eyebrows only when the other girl asked her opinion. “Do you want my personal opinion or my professional opinion?” Daphne asked, the half smile still on her face. “The professional opinion is gonna require an appointment, but I’ll give you a friend-discount.” She teased, taking a drink. Swallowing down the beer, she turned her head back to Terra, “I don’t think anyone in a bar at 3:15 in the morning, alone, is ‘doing okay,’ you know?”

#terrasnyd

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gayzels:

☽ *ﾟ  ━ currently somewhat out of it on account of her mind being occupied by other things, and the fact her body probably has more coffee in it than anything else, hazel’s rather confused when daphne drops to the ground. eyebrow raised, her gaze drops to the floor, and she blurts out a ( extremely attractive, clearly ) half scoff, half laugh hybrid.  ❛ you want me to WHAT ? ❜ if it weren’t for the fact she’s already laying on the ground, hazel would be certain she’d misheard her, and her exclamation is based solely on surprise alone. hazel mendes, the woman with extremely tired eyes, and a coffee stain on her dress from this morning’s mishap, should not be the one trusted to act as a makeshift chiropractor.  ❛ no ! god, i’ll kill ya ! ❜

“No, no you won’t,” Daphne assured, tilting her head to the side so her speech was more clearly heard. “Trust me, I’m psychic, I know when I’m gonna die and it ain’t today!” She finished her sentence with a big grin, hoping it would encourage hazel to step on her back. After a few moments, the girl sighed and scooted herself up to sit on her knees, coming to terms with not having her back cracked. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for my doctor to come back,” she shrugged, looking up at Hazel. “What are you up to today?”

#gayzels

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“This is going to sound crazy, but just go with me here,” Daphne slowly dropped to her knees. She then placed her hands down on the ground, and lowered herself flat on her stomach. “Will you step on my back?” Her words sounded mumbled, echoing off of the floor beneath her. “My chiropractor is out of town and these bones need to crack!”

#sgrove:starter #lol what kind of starter is this #please feel free to assume connections since she's lived here her whole life #also hey ya'll im penny #i'd also like someone to crack my back

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jaimeexar:

“Do you think it looks a little…wonky?” Jaime mused, turning her ankle from side to side so she could examine her new ink from different angles. It’d been a rash decision; one fueled by too much whisky and the desire to do something…out of character and spontaneous, for once. “It’s a stick and poke. My friend offered, so…” she trailed off, biting her lip. Though proud of herself for having gone with her gut, she couldn’t help the worrying (and temporary, though inevitable, feeling of regret) that followed.

“Stick and poke?” Daphne’s brows furrowed. “You mean like what Chuckie’s mom did in Shameless? With the swastika?” She looked down at the tattoo, and her once furrowed brow took ease. “Wait, that looks good. I mean, it doesn’t sound sanitary if it is how Chuckie’s mom did it, but it looks good. I once pierced my own ear randomly, without legitimate tools. It got infected and my mom tried to scare me by saying we were going to have to cut it off. My whole ear. Not that that’s going to happen to you. I’m sure your friend was as sterile as they could be, you know?”

#jaimeexar

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terrasnyd:

“…people just don’t get it, you know ? this is a totally legit issue and we should be talking about this ! has the president even said anything about this ? exactly…” terra rambled on to the bartender, who seemed less than interested in what she had to say. terra was a regular there, so she didn’t always get kicked out when she had had one too many to drink. this was one of those times.

“fuckin’ beardy over here won’t even give me the time of day,” terra shrugged, referring to the bartender as she leaned over to talk the person at the bar next to her. “what do you think ? about what i was talking about ? what was i talking about, by the way ? ” she asked, her words slurring together as brought the bottle to her lips again.

Daphne just got off of a rough shift at Magda’s. That happened sometimes. Some clients had heavy energies that took a toll on her, and there wasn’t much she could do about it. It was shifts like that, that brought the brunette to the bar. She had to unwind in a place that had an overload of different energies to pull the knots out of her own; cleansing her palette, so to speak. Although she didn’t have difficult clients often, meaning she seldom found herself at the bar, having lived in seagrove her whole life, the girl was familiar with most faces. Terra, a bar stool away from her, was no exception. 

She couldn’t help but let a small grin pull at her lips. The loudness from the crowd around them and the music playing made Terra’s mumbling more appealing, Daphne had to lean in to catch every other word. “You were saying something about the President,” Daphne shrugged, running her pinky finger around the rim of her pint glass. “You doing okay, Terra?”

#terrasnyd

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text 💌 OPEN

BEE: okay quick does anyone know anything about star wars???

BEE: a boy on the beach asked me on a date and i said yes but i know nothing and am currently contemplating saying no, and being "sick" please help

DAPHNE: tbh the only thing i know is that they're too long for me to watch

DAPHNE: also george lucas is a billionaire

#sullymabelle

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greetings loved ones~

my name is penny and this is my bean, daphne. she is 21 and works at magda’s as a psychic. she’s lived in seagrove her whole dang life and you know what? she loves it. wouldn’t want to live anywhere else probably!!!

anyway, she’s a pretty simple creature. she’s nice and friendly but talks without a filter, which is probably bad for anyone who goes in to get a reading done at magda’s lol. if anyone wants to plot, please like this and i will come to u!!!!

#sgrove:intro #sgrove:ooc