#@quickwitter

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Nicobar PigeonNative to the Philippines

📸 by Laura Quick @quickwitter/via Twitter/X

[ashwin-blythe]

@quickwitts - Closed Starter

The dog-sitter was supposed to come over to do just that - watch the dogs. Ash's corgis are always well-behaved and he'd hoped to have her over to explain how everything goes. Where the food is stored, how much they get. And obviously, temperaments and personality. Ash has it all written down, actually - because he struggles with long-winded chatter of any type.

Instead, the snow's looking bad... but Romi already said she's on her way. He feels guilty, but gets hot coffee brewing. When she finally texts saying she's here, he opens the door to the apartment with a very quick: "I'm... s-so... sorry. I should... have called it... off, the weath-... weather, is ... terr-... terrible." He looks almost frustrated at himself as he gets the words out around a healing tongue, but shakes his head, holding the door open as four very happy corgis come hurrying over to meet her. He ushers her in so she can get warm.

[asa--holland]

Asa can only watch in fascination as she bites on the piece of jewelry. He has no clue if that will do anything... and it clearly doesn't. But she still has good knowledge to share, about where to find interesting and authentic jewelry.

He's struggling to keep up - she's like a typhoon in the best possible way. Moving from one spot to another and coming back just as quickly. His own eyes, dark like a starless sky, follow her antics until she's showing off the jacket to him. Talking about hipsters, and... depop? He doesn't know what that is. He doesn't know what a lot of things are, to be fair.

But he does, thankfully, know Grease. "I like it." Asa fiddles with a handmade wire-wrapped ring on one tattooed finger, eyeing it with a somewhat unsettling gaze. "A lot of... younger people come here for the clothes then? Are... old fashions back in, then?" God, he can only hope.

“ let’s put it to the test, yeah ? ” plucking the bauble from the giving hand, she’d been seconds away from lifting it to the light yet things took an … unexpected detour. instead, pearly whites clamped down on the edge, just enough pressure not to damage her million dollar smile. ha ! space between her brows creased ever so slightly as she examined it. for what ? well … “ saw that in a movie once, not sure where to go from here. ” slight shrug of her shoulders was tossed at her newfound acquaintance before she gently placed the piece back on the velvet display. “ but i can tell you the good jewelry is never found here — you want authentic ? y’gotta go to the little shops. y’know, the hole-in-the-walls where you blink and miss ‘em. not this hipster haven. ” as if on cue, a gaggle of williamsburg wannabes that fit that very description sauntered by, could’ve sworn they were making a beeline for … “ excuse me, ” and just like that, a few short strides lead her to the small rack, hands quick to pry the vintage leather from its hanger before the leeches could sink their claws in, “ m’telling you they’re suckin’ the place dry. tomorrow half this place will be on depop for quadruple the price. ” shrugging the garment on, she took a gander at her outstretched arms, “ what d’you think ? too travolta in grease ?  ”

[tctteredwings]

for: @quickwitts location: kian zhang hair

The snow was getting thick out now and Kian was seriously beginning to debate closing the salon for the day and heading home. They'd already had multiple clients call out on their appointments unable to get out there, which had left the place empty for the last couple of hours. They'd been hanging out of the doorway vetting the situation when a particularly strong icy blast of wind hit, knocking everyone in the vicinity around a little. Their eyes fell onto the closest couple of passersby and they called out with a smile, "You want to come in and warm up for a minute?"

[boroughshq]

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@quickwitts

The following facecliam is now reopened: Olivia Cooke.

[gcld-rushes]

      ・   ✦   ・   𝐆𝐂𝐋𝐃-𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 /   *    (   for @quickwitts )  

Seated at the bar, Onyx rhythmically drums his fingers on the surface, a subtle manifestation of impatience stemming from the fact that he hadn't consumed anything to eat since that morning. Tea could only tide him over for a limited amount of time, and he probably should have planned his meals better ( rather than working through lunch and dinner ) His breakfast had been a BEC from the nearby bodega, which, unbeknownst to him, had closed down—though the exact time remained uncertain. The unpredictable outages in town had disrupted the usual flow of information, rendering apps like Google Street View ineffective for someone like Onyx, who wasn't inclined to clutter his phone with an array of food service applications. He eschewed delivery services, preferring to place orders in person whenever feasible.

Surveying the menu within arm's reach, he flags down the bartender. "Can I get a beer?" His request remains somewhat vague, as he silently yearns for something dark, perhaps a stout or porter, yet he refrains from specifying, unsure if those options are even available. "And please, spare me the news that the kitchen is closed..." He takes a cautious look around the bar, hoping to see an instance of niche bar food like pretzel bun hot dogs, buffalo wings, or even fried pickles with a special dipping sauce.

[bluebaies]

              even   with   living   in   lakeview   for   nearly   a   year   ,   nattasha   still   hasn't   gotten   used   to   the   rather   ...   limited   food   options   .   for   the   first   couple   of   weeks   ,   she   lived   on   the   groceries   she   bought   and   the   occasional   plate   of   french   fries   .   there   were   plenty   of   days   where   she   still   craved   a   salmon   and   broccolini   bowl   from   blue   park   kitchen   ,   but   she   had   to   take   what   she   could   get   (   or   attempt   to   make   it   herself   )   .   nattasha   stands   back   from   the   line   in   monroe's   ,   eyes   scanning   over   the   menu   in   an   attempt   to   find   something   else   to   eat—   how   many   variations   of   a   chicken   sandwich   can   one   eat   before   it   gets   tiresome   ?   '  huh   ?   '   nattasha   looks   up   from   the   menu   with   a   scrunched   brow   ,   and   turns   towards   the   jukebox   .   she   never   stayed   in   the   diner   long   enough   to   actually   see   what   songs   were   offered   ,   so   picking   out   the   worst   one   had   to   be   nearly   impossible   .   '   the   worst   song   ?   '   she   tucks   the   menu   underneath   her   arm   as   she   takes   on   the   challenge   ,   stepping   up   to   the   jukebox   to   begin   browsing   the   selection   .   '   mambo   no.   5   is   a   classic—   for   high   powered   work   events   once   everyone's   too   drunk   to   remember   their   own   names   ,   '   the   woman   chuckles   softly   .   '   how   about   achy   breaky   heart   ?   '

*  status  :  open, @30extra  ! *  location  :  o'connell's,  monroe's, wherever  u  would find a jukebox tbh <333

“  down  to  my  last  quarter.  ”  with  a  small  flick  of  her  thumb,  romi  watched  as  the  coin  set  off  into  the  air,  light  catching  the  nickel-plating  just  right  —  sparkle  reflecting  off  the  token  like  a  hidden  gem  in  a  video  game.  wasn’t  long  before  it  was  back  in  her  palm,  eyes  narrowing  as  she  leaned  over  to  focus  on  the  multicolored  music  box.  “  hm,  ”  then  it  dawned  on  her:  an  idea.  had  this  been  a  cartoon,  a  giant  lightbulb  would’ve  started  frantically  blinking  above  her  head  at  the  speed  of  light. but first,   “  hey  !  ”  she  quipped,  turning  to  address  the  patron closest to her.  “  i’ve  got  a  challenge  for  you.  ”  her  delivery  paired  well  with  her  quirked  brow  and  curled  lip,  playful  and  enticing,  “  take  this  quarter  and  pick  out  the  worst  song  on  this  jukebox.  ”  a light smack against the machine,  “  and  believe  it  or  not,  it’s  actually  not  mambo  no.  5.  ”  she tilted her head,  “  so  —  you  up  for  it  ?  ”

[bukbot]

ladynature: Fadeintocases are dog dog dog dog dog dog dog dog dog dog dog.

quickwitter: Timelines Good dog, best freind Jack causes many peoples ends Black queen, bak nak Stuffing corpses, shoosh pap Robot bunnies, midnight crew H3Y C00LK1D, 1S TH1S Y0U?

ladynature: Draw a dog, steal someone's dog and the shock.

quickwitter: Dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and feet are unclean.

ladynature: Dog, I would have thought that he set to play Stardew Valley to greatness!

quickwitter: Pet a dog, steal someone's dog and keep a good tickling, I gained is slipping from my lab!

[rivaiin]

god kiryus fucking white suit is. horrendous

[quickwitter]

Not sorry to see 2018 in the rear view mirror.  I was diagnosed Jan, 2018 with breast cancer, and that pretty much set the scene for the year. Working on taking back my life. Welcome 2019 - please be gentle, and deliver us the health, happiness, and prosperity we're all are so hoping for.

Quickwitter

[vasolinebajebus]

10 Songs! Requested by @newrider

Oh wow. 10 songs. I will tell you I just got a new music playing device so this might be a little weird but here goes....

1. Fu Manchu - Understand

2. Dan Vapid and the Cheats - Dancing in the Streets

3. Atomic Bitchwax - the Cloning Chamber

4. Devo - Truimph of the Will

5. Screaming Trees - Secret Kind

6. The Explosion - Heavyweight

7. Manic Hispanic - Barrio Love

8. QOTSA - Real Songs for the Deaf

9. 7 Seconds - The Music, The Message

10. ANTiSEEN - Date Rape

As I said, new phone so I just dumped a bunch of stuff on it but all in all it’s ok.

So who’s next?

@timetogetparty @necronomiconformist @mings @henchy-in-minneapolis @quickwitter @zombimanos

I’m also no good at tagging people and I’m late to the party

[bruinhilda]

@quickwitter replied to your post:                    So Bruno, one of the outdoor cats, had a couple of...                   

Fuckin’ cats, they never appreciate when humans are trying to help.

“Moooom, I’m *fine*, I need to go outside and fight with Tiny for the 1,007,001st time!  Lemee out, why do you keep fussing??”  

Just like he couldn’t figure out why I was so upset last night and bunged him in a carrier to make him sit on a cold metal table and get poked by strange humans.  *sigh*

[boroughshq]

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[callixtoindia]

(via Quickwitter)

[bukbot]

quickwitter: Bed linen from a mis-sexed chick, and what doesn't make sense of words.

jeopardybot: THE WRONG Well…we have all vanished.

quickwitter: Innocent.

jeopardybot: Bed linen from a point within range the ability to speak French”.

quickwitter: With Luna.

jeopardybot: Linen from a box of assorted bannies.

[fashiondream666]

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