Carrie Fisher, From The Princess Diarist.

status: open @valpostart location: el café de los gatos

“so like….hypothetically speaking if someone wanted one of these cats could they have one?” she asked the person beside her while her gaze was fixed on a larger grey tabby cat. salem being at the cat cafe wouldn’t surprise anyone ( neither would wanting to take in a random stray ) and she knew it would have to be one of the first stops she made as soon as she came back to town. as she crouched down to pet it she wondered how much her own cat would object to a sibling. she seemed to do well with “boat cat” after all. “i mean obviously i would pay for it and ask if i could have it but like can the cats leave with human if they want to?” 

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normally salem wasn't one to go out to the club alone ( especially her frequent spot club divine ) but since arriving back in valpo she knew she needed to let off some steam and let her hair down. after about twenty minutes of mingling with randoms and a couple shots with a group of girls she met at the bar salem practically jumped out of her skin with excitement upon realizing nevaeh was the guest dj for the night. 'finally a familiar face' she thought while moving her way through the crowd towards the other's set up. "thank god you're here!!!" salem yelled out to her before embracing her in a tight hug. it was comforting being around nevaeh because the two always managed to have fun no matter what the occasion was and it was just what salem needed right now. "i know! but i got hit with major um...drama i guess you could say when i got back that threw me through a fucking loop but that's another story for later." finishing off the rest of her drink. "how have you been? if you let me linger around the booth tonight i promise not to embarrass you. i actually came alone."

status / closed , ( @cybermuses ) location / club divine

               the   surprise   on   nevaeh's   features   was   evident.   as   a   guest dj   for   club   divine's   rooftop   party,   nevaeh   hadn't   expected   to   see   any   familiar   face   in   the   audience   because   she   hadn't   set   out   any   invites.   it   was   a   last   minute   decision,   the   previous   performer   flaking   out   and   other   bland   explanations   nevaeh   stopped   listening   after   they   told   her   how   much   she   was   getting   paid.   all   that   to   say,   she   wasn't   expecting   to   see   anyone   she   knew.   especially   salem.   she   thought   she'd   still   be   in   la.                nevaeh   was   never   one   to   drink   while   performing   so   it   didn't   take   long   for   salem's   features   to   register.   nearly   ripping   her   headphones   off   her   head,   her   squeal   echoed   through   her   headphones   as   she   hopped   from   behind   her   set   up   onto   the   dancefloor   and   racing   at   full   speed   towards   her.   "   no   fucking   shit,   salem   !   "   nevaeh   exclaimed,   delighted   to   see   her   as   she   wrapped   her   in   a   tight   embrace.   "   you   don't   know   how   to   call,   nobody   or   what   ?   "

🎈 BALLOON — what is something you've created and/or accomplished recently that you're proud of?

🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?

🏹 BOW AND ARROW — if there's something from your past that you'd give anything to go back in time and redo, what is it?

💔 BROKEN HEART — is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday and why?

🎈🏹 answered here!

🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?

"that's crazy, next question?"

💔 BROKEN HEART — is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?

"myself definitely. being picked apart about everything little thing for so long does a lot to a person's confidence. being on tv has damn near done irreversible damage to how i perceive myself. i'm trying really hard to be kinder and more patient with myself though."

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday and why?

"halloween! i always try to be back in new orleans around that time because the atmosphere is absolutely insane in the best way. i would love to throw a giant halloween party at some point."

"i guess i just figured the person who owned the cafe actually owned the cats as well. maybe they're just loaning their cats to us to distract from the terrible coffee." salem teased while petting a smaller black cat that resembled stevie. "im almost sure im like a cat whisperer because i haven't come across a single one that doesn't like me." chuckling at spencer's comment she looked over at the other for a brief moment. "you could pretend to pass out or something. i'll stash two in my bag while you create a diversion. i just hope you're a cat person because you're definitely taking one of them."

spencer lifted an eyebrow, shrugging at salem, "i mean, what can they do to you? complain because you're giving them a good home? call the cat police? there's probably too many cats to keep track of here anyway." they looked around, a cat perched on the table adjacent to them, "plus, i dunno, they seem drawn to you, they should let you have one free of charge." they stated, "ask the staff which one they like the least, bet they'd let you have that one." they joked, scratching one of the smaller cats behind the ears, "if you decided to opt for stealing one instead of asking, i'll create a distraction for you." they half-teased.

salem didn't intend on stealing rohan's cat, technically, but when she came across the cute orange creature she assumed it was a stray and had the bright idea to bring home a friend for stevie. her brain was buzzing with ideas for how the two cats could play and the matching outfits she'd already been plotting on putting them in. secretly she was hoping no one would come looking for it but after some back and forth in the group chat salem realized she did in fact already have a home. the owner in question though was unfortunately it was rohan.

"actually, it's me being a good cat mom and it's you being a horrible cat dad by letting her roam so far i was able to snatch her up. you couldn't pull yourself away from the ocean for two seconds to check on her? truthfully i think she’d be better off with me." salem replied sarcastically as the two sat on her couch observing the napping cats. "you know, if i didn't believe in karma i would have stayed silent in the groupchat but i'd be inconsolable if my cat, stevie which is her name by the way, went missing and i couldn't find her."

closed  starter  for  SALEM  (  @cybermuses  ) location  :  wherever  the  kitty  cats  are  at  right  now  lmfao

-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── boat  cat  does  look  comfortable,  curled  up  in  the  basket,  sleeping  next  to  the  second  cat,  the  black  one,  exactly  like  the  picture.  it's  a  fact  rohan  can't  deny.  he  never  worried  that  she  was  in  the  wrong  hands, really the cat has always come and gone as she wanted,  but  he  did  have  a  lot  of  questions  that  were  left  unanswered  :  how'd  she  get  here  ?  where  did  salem  come  across  her  ?  did  she  know  anything  else  about  this  little  orange  cats  other  alter  egos  ?

"  so  is  this  like.  .  .  some  kind  of  messed  up  cat psychological experiment  thing  ?  "  he  asks  her  dubiously,  "  you  just  go  out  onto  the  street  looking  for  other  unsuspecting  cats  and  then  play  matchmaker  ?  bring  them  home,  set  them  up.  .  .  "  he  gestures  vaguely  towards  the  napping  cats  with  his  hand.  that's  a  weird  hobby,  he  thinks,  ever-curious  to  see  just  how  the  tabby  ended  up  in  this  most  recent  situation.  "  hope  they  live  happily  ever  after  ?  "  he  points  to  the  second  cat,  the  culprit  in  question,  "  can  i  least  know  their  name  or  is  that  an  impolite  thing  to  ask  ?  " 

salem shook her head in disagreement at mallory's statement. "you're the furthest from either of those things." she said with a smile as the other sat from across her. she was typically pretty understanding when it came to the people in her life being busy and knew if she really needed to speak to someone mallory would be there in a heartbeat. truthfully salem had just been closed off from everyone around her recently. "please don't apologize, seriously." placing her hand over mallory's for a second to reassure her everything was okay. "honestly? i've been in my own little bubble with stevie just writing music and reflecting the disaster that was my relationship." salem said with a chuckle at the last part. "but i really am okay. how are you doing? please catch me up on everything."

"I'm a shit person and an even shittier friend," Mallory said as she approached Salem. There were only a handful of people in Valparaíso she truly cared about, and Salem was definitely one of them, along with Esme, Al, Drew, and occasionally Enzo. Mallory felt a pang of guilt as she looked at Salem, realizing how much she had missed her friend's company. It weighed heavily on her conscience that she hadn't been there when Salem needed her, especially considering their long history together. "I'm sorry, Salem, baby," The blonde pouted as she pulled out the seat across from her and sat down. "I should have reached out sooner. I've been caught up in my own world and didn't even bother checking up on you." She paused, her expression softening with sincerity. "But I'm here now, how can I make it up to you?"

salem did well at adjusting to life in valpo post break up with leon. she had a solid group of friends and routine at home, with stevie, that she'd grown to look forward to and truthfully it was the stability she desperately craved. running into leon in la was completely unexpected and when she learned he was returning as well being back home in valpo had her stomach in knots. they both had a lot to say that couldn't be done over text and salem felt like she was at least owed a conversation about why things ended the way they had between them. after biting the bullet and finally sending leon a text about bringing her food (she had to find a way to break the ice right?) she waited anxiously for his arrival. she heard a knock at her door and couldn't help but smile upon answering when she saw leon standing there not only with the food but her favorite flowers as well. "that was fast." she teased as he proceeded to step inside. salem shut the door behind him and walked into the kitchen. she instantly felt deja vu from it all. "the flowers are nice, thank you by the way." she said nervously while retrieving a vase for the sunflowers. "so, how have things been for you since coming back?"

on his way to valpo, leon had a night layover in la. he went to a bar and bumped into salem there. of course she looked gorgeous, like usual. and after they fucked, the man had to leave in a rush to make his flight. running out of money back home was a huge deal he was dealing with, he couldn't afford another flight. he felt shitty, because he really wanted to talk to salem -explain why he had bolted the way he did- but the craving and addiction was pretty much there still. it never leaves him. it follows him around like a lustful shadow that activates the moment he sees her beautiful brown eyes. that tantalizing smile. and now they're both here. and he's on his way to her place, a place he called a shithole and doesn't even know why. it's not even that bad, maybe he thought he was being funny, but it definitely went all the way left. the uber stops in front of salem's place and leon takes a deep breath. okay. it'll be okay. so much needs to be said. he's nervous with the bag of veggie quesadillas in one hand, and a sunflower bouquet in the other. after thanking the driver, the blond gets out of the car and rings his ex's doorbell. he fidgets in place. after a few moments, the door swings open and he does his best to put on a smile that reads kindness and sorry at the same time. "aye."

@cybermuses

Don’t assign me yours.

if there was one thing salem couldn’t say no to it was a shopping trip. retail therapy had always been her go to no matter what she was dealing with in life. this time around though she was happy to just simply tag along while valentina shopped around for some new clothes. while she waited she scrolled through instagram briefly, a smile stretching across her lips as the other emerged from the dressing room. “you look fucking amazing!” she exclaimed, probably a little too loud in the boutique dressing room. "well...as far as it being too much it really depends on what the occasion is?" not that the other needed a special occasion to wear it anyways. "i also feel like you're technically never overdressed. i think you should go for it." she nodded with approval.

»  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 ― open ― @valpostart

»  𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ― plaza de sol

valentina slid back the curtain to the dressing room in one of the local boutiques plaza de sol had to offer, stepping out like a model on a catwalk before striking a pose in front of the other; long limbs on display in a barely there, black, glittering scrap or fabric dress that had been calling her name from the moment she saw it on the mannequin through the front window. “ what do you think? “ while the opinions of others weren’t held in too high of a regard, she would be lying if she said there wasn’t a part of her that craved approval, attention. doing a one-eighty, she turned toward the mirror, dark hues roaming over her reflection as her hands skimmed over her hips, smoothing the second-skin like fabric. “ too much? or just enough? “