#surdelafrontera

[exspiritment]

@surdelafrontera // patricia

Spirit was younger when Pat asked to hide out in her shitty apartment for a few days. A few days turned into a few weeks, turned into Spirit moving into another equally shitty apartment in a different neighborhood, turned into arguments with Harris, turned into talking to Pat's ghosts more than Pat.

But, still. This is her friend. And when Pat calls or comes by, Spirit always answers — even when a hangover pulls her skull apart, even when there's white powder crusted underneath her nose, even when it would be better off for her, personally, if she just went back to sleep.

"Are you sure you want to be seen with someone like me?" She's only joking a little bit. Patricia is refined, is powerful, has succeeded at something, at everything. Meanwhile, Spirit is lucky to not be in a ditch (and has Pat, partially, to thank).

"I'm working on a case right now," she lies, "But if you come in, I'll make you something to drink."

[proofwhisky]

❤️ + me ofc

send me ❤ + a url and i'll give them some positivity!

oh vivi. my love. my heart. we've been friends for like almost 5 years now i think and you are one of my favorite writing partners. every reply is a work of art. i would die for every single one of your wonderful ocs. they're so real and so well executed that i consider them canon characters in my mind. you speak english better than i do. i love your writing style and the way our characters interact. i love that i can fuck off and be gone for literal years and we can just pick up right where we left off every time, with new plots that are awesome. i love that we can write the most fucked up shit together and fucking laugh about it ooc. i love you. everyone should follow @surdelafrontera

[dadukos]

@surdelafrontera​ sent —— 🎁 ( result : fortress / queens of the stone age ). re —— 2022 wrapped meme.

rum and coke was stronger, once —— it sticks to her tongue now, sugary, and she misses the sting. the corner of her mouth twists upward, it’s not quite a smile : more a grimace, you could say. a pained rattle of ache. fragments of thoughts, burdened by the booze, float mid-air and echo from her lips before she can infuse them with meaning : “ you keep your feelings locked away —— ”. one look, one smile : it’s not meant to be an accusation. a cry for help, if anything. fred smiles, thinks maybe pat’s the only one that can get it. “ is it easier ? ”, she sighs. “ does it make you feel safe ? ”. 

[justicism]

‘ i'm aware of who you are, miss ríos, @surdelafrontera  ’   punctuating the recognition upon introduction whilst clutching on her palm －－ courteous simper is a mere façade, but honesty coiling upon the everlasting handshake as he leans into her ear ; beckoning further to her level for intimacy, regardless of menace laced within articulation, but he leaves an endearing kiss upon her cheek ; CURTESY 'TWINED WITH THREAT, permanently bestow unforgettable impression of pompousness &. friendliness, ‘ congratulations on your expansion, however, must be hard to get in to european market.  ’   / starter call .

[conziergearch]

🌃 !!

ur at the club, who do you meet?

a slightly tipsy helen.   is here with her friends who are...   somewhere back there, t  alking to some guys,   and she's responsible for the next round of drinks.   probably gives u an insane amount of compliments.   would hit on u and then have a sexuality crisis.   9/10

[fakedsciences-a]

@surdelafrontera asked:

🤞 - what’s the most impulsive thing you can picture your muse doing (for lila)

in general, i dont see lila as very impulsive when it actually comes down to it. she’s too reliant on juniper, looks up to her too much. 

she might curse at harris or spend too long in the city with spirit. nothing beyond mid-range teenage rebellion.

😠 - what is something or someone your muse has ever hated or hates (for burns)

his creators. he murdered them all brutally. (although this says little — he has brutally murdered people he feels nothing towards at all.) 

🙈 - can your muse be blindly loyal? (for juniper)

yes. yes. yes. yes. yes.       

she and spirit are similar in this way. juniper is this way when it comes to harris, which is unique to her, which is unfortunate.         

[exspiritment]

"I have nice clothes, Pat. I just — they're in my closet, somewhere, in the back."

The clothes from her twenties spent clubbing and partying — one would hardly consider those nice at their ages, in the circles Pat frequents. Besides, she's taller now, and although still hasn't filled out —thanks to her constantly-suppressed appetite, her cigarette diet — those dresses would fit like too-tight shirts.

Meanwhile, this jumpsuit is sleek. The accompanying jacket is glamorous without having to scream it from the rooftops. Spirit will accept this gift, making a show of being reluctant.

"I hardly know how to act at these things anymore. You'll have to stay by my side. You know that, right?"

@exspiritment​   :   “ that’s very sweet of you and very unnecessary. “ for older spirit pat? GONE GIRL STARTERS,   accepting!

SHE SCOFFS,  although there’s a tiny,   genuine smile on the corners of her lips.     she looks as if she’s debating on whether to feel amused or  offended;   she settles on the former for now.      ❝    it’s not  unnecessary.     you can trade it for something else from the store if you don’t like it.    ❞      the outfit she’d gifted spirit is one she’d put a lot of effort into choosing.     she wanted it to be spirit’s style as opposed to what  she  would wear   ━━   not quite as extravagant,   she had to remind herself.     but it’s still expensive;   visibly  so,   and elegant enough for the upcoming event.

❝    you’re  my  guest.     if you show up wearing something that looks like a hand-me-down from goodwill,   it makes me look bad.     besides,   it’ll look great on you.    ❞

[shivposting]

@surdelafrontera // patricia

On one hand, this could be an incredibly dangerous move — something somewhere close to, but a little worse than, Willa being photographed entering Logan's penthouse. It's not a bad look now, but it could be one in the future, couldn't it, if the right person did the right amount of digging?

But, damn — this necklace would look amazing with the neckline of her wedding gown. Better than Caroline's family heirloom. And it might piss off her mother, but if that's the plan for her accessorizing, then she'll always have this as a backup plan.

"Maybe I wanna see more than just a picture. Who's the right person to talk to about seeing the real thing?"

[xiasgone]

answer these and tag 9 people you’d like to know better / catch up with.

last song.   According to Spotify, last night it was Die Hard by Kendrick Lamar currently reading.   I haven't read anything since this semester ended. It's empty brain bitch hours. currently watching.   I rewatched Interview With The Vampire for a third time. last movie.   Beauty And The Beast Anniversary Special currently craving.   A sandwich. tagged by: @surdelafrontera tagging: @sleazygoing @tangerinesour @deathdippedingold @sparrowsfall @mafiamade and you!

[bornfornothin]

@surdelafrontera​ asked: 3 & 6!

JEWISH ASKS  accepting.

3. Does your character speak or read Hebrew? What about other Judeo-languages? What about other languages of the Old Country (i.e. Russian or Spanish)?

job knows a good deal of hebrew, can read it, and knows the whole alphabet, since it’s used for yiddish, too. most of what he knows are prayers and torah passages, but he knows the former much better. he’s fluent in yiddish, and sometimes jokes that he speaks it better than he speaks english, which may be true, since he didn’t really learn english until he started going to school, since his parents mostly spoke yiddish at home.

his mother knew polish, but after coming to america didn’t really need it, so job never learned.

6. Does your character keep kosher? If so, what does that mean for them? 

he does, and he’s mostly pretty good about it! he never eats forbidden animals, so he’s never had bacon or lobster. he’s also never had a cheeseburger, or eaten his steak rare. he did once eat prawns as a child, because he didn’t know what prawns were.

he does sometimes eat meat from animals that probably (almost certainly) haven’t been killed following the laws of shechita, but he feels a little bad about it. this is usually just if he goes to certain restaurants or fast food joints; any meat he buys himself is always kosher.

[bloodiedprints]

surdelafrontera​:

❝    REY SOL.     PLEASE.    ❞      the final word is more of an  afterthought,   as if it just occurred to her that she should be polite.     it’s not  personal  by any means,   but rather the result of a stressful night   ━━   the whole reason why she’d end up at a bar all alone in a friday night.

❝    are you new?    ❞      she asks,   her voice a bit more friendly this time;   or,   at least,   making an attempt to be pleasant.      ❝    i don’t think i’ve ever seen you around here.    ❞

𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞   𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬   𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫   𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝   𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐛𝐚𝐫   𝐭𝐨   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞   𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞   ;   taking   a   moment   before   answering   the   very   valid   query   posed.   it   was   clear   the   woman   was   carrying   a   heavy   load   on   her   shoulders,   one   that   could   certainly   be   loosened   by   good   service   of   good   alcohol   …   𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆’𝒔   𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

“   yes   ma’am,   just   flew   in   from   new   york.   heard   this   bar   here   was   lookin’   for   a   new   barmaid.   thought   i’d   come   make   myself   useful,   see   if   you   guys   on   the   west   coast   drink   up   like   us   lot   on   the   east.   ”   her   cheery   voice   cut   through   the   noise   of   the   bar.      she   flashed   a   toothy   grin   as   she   continued   “   you   a   local   ‘round   here?   i   gotta   learn   who’s   who   in   this   joint,   to   make   sure   i   always   got   the   right   drinks   in   for   ya   ”

[exspiritment]

@surdelafrontera // román

"I thought you understood. I thought you were the same as me."

She steps back, holds her hands up as if she's surrendering to him. Fingers twitch, seemingly out of her control.

"I thought it would be okay. I thought I was supposed to."

[proofwhisky]

@surdelafrontera​ sent : i never asked you how your love life is going. (from pat after their reunion mayhaps............)

IT HAD BEEN NEARLY A YEAR SINCE THOMAS had last seen Patricia.    He had begun to think that perhaps he would never see her again,    that perhaps she had stayed in Mexico and abandoned him here as nothing but a fond,    drunken memory.    

He catches himself thinking of her often.    His mind wanders when he is alone to the way her skin felt beneath his fingertips,     the curve of her neck into her shoulder,    her breasts,    her thighs.    The smell of her.    The taste. 

He’d spent so much time remembering it in his head that having her actually physically be near him once more is almost too surreal to accept.    He had resigned himself to a memory.     Had accepted the fact that she no longer wanted him.     He hadn’t sent her letters,    and she hadn’t sent him any either.    A clean break.

“ I don’t get any love that I don’t pay for. ”

[deathdippedinarc]

SEND 📁 FOR A RANDOM HEADCANON I HAVE FOR MY MUSE

Status: Accepting

@surdelafrontera​ said: 📁📁 vera

📁 Emerald green is her favorite color. She thinks it compliments her skin tone the best compared to any other color and it was the color for her and Arturo’s wedding. She also has a vast collection of emerald jewelry filled with unique and pricey pieces.

📁 Speaking of the devil (Arturo 👹), when their divorce was finalized Vera threw a divorce party. Which was pretty risque at the time because of the strong negative connotations surrounding divorce and the fact that she was celebrating separation from a man of high status who’s name held weight! She didn’t care though, she had a customized dart throwing game with his face on it.

[kalixus]

»    @surdelafrontera​  𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩   :           [ DISCOVER ] — for receiver to find sender at the end of a trail of blood.  from pat!                via  injury memes  (  accepting  ) .

                     𝐍𝐎𝐖 ,  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒?   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃.   granted it had been nearly a year since he last receieved a text from pat.   a simple sun emoji.  because  apparently  ,  he got a little too eager the last time he requested a meetup  ,  encrypted texts rendered themselves utterly useless when pat finally got a hold of him in a local holding cell in reno.  it was clear that the southwest didn’t like him very much ,  so her request for his services was a surprise.  but when he left new york and arrived in   sunrise manor ,  las vegas  ,  nevada   at exactly   5:55 AM   ,   she left him hanging.

                     that wasn’t like pat.  she had a way of taking larsson by surprise ,  sure.  but abdication?  that wasn’t an option.  and now , his watch read   9:02 AM  , still with no word from her.   with a crisp   CLICK   of cold metal  ,  larsson turned the corner and peered around the warm browns of earth and sun-kissed concrete.  scattered 9mm shells glinted in the morning sun and led him three blocks south.  no bodies  ,  only glock cartridges and shells.

                     before the blood ,  he saw a single gold earring —— smeared in red.  after wiping it clean with a balled up used kleenex from his pocket  ,  his careful steps hastened until he finally saw her  :  sat next to a dumpster with a hand-fashioned tourniquet around her leg.   “  so sorry i’m late ,  ”  well aware that his sarcasm was unnecessary ,  he tossed the earring onto the ground and turned to look over his shoulder  ,   “  wasn’t aware that i was being invited to a surprise party.  ”   he took a few steps back  ,  stepped over her legs and kneeled beside pat with his back facing the dumpster.   

                    larsson began to look over her for more wounds ,   “  you good?  ”

[conziergearch]

one liner .   @surdelafrontera​

                     “ oh my god,   ... you’re right.   the dresses are horrendous.   and we really have no option to buy our own ? ”