ain't it fun?

firefly, could you shine your l i g h t ? now i know your ways 'cause they're just like mine. now I'm j u s t i f i e d as I fall in line, and it's hard to t r y when you're open wide. firefly, could you shine your l i g h t ? now i know your ways 'cause they're just like mine. now I'm j u s t i f i e d as I fall in line, and it's hard to t r y when you're open wide.

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“Next!” Daphne called out, her gritty tone clashing with the petite twinkling of the bell perched between her fingers. A cigarette drooped lazily from her fingertips, even after being repeatedly reprimanded by professors that decide they had bigger battles to fight. This was Bridgemont, after all. Finally forcing her gaze upwards at the arrival of another figure, a devilish grin carved a path across her face. “Yo. Welcome to the best day of your life.” Stretching an arm out and laying it across the top of the booth, she settled into her seat. “So, are you gonna start with the small talk or should I take a crack at it?”

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damoncalloway:

The alcohol in Damon’s hand seemed suddenly much less interesting in light of the pills Daphne held out to him, bright amusement making his face glow. “Nice,” he set the beer down on a nearby table and plucked one of the pills from her hand, bringing it closer to his eyes to inspect. “I only got coke on me, but you’re welcome to some if you want. I was gonna do another line soon anyway.”

“My savior.” Daphne swooned, tone dancing with feigned adoration. “I could really use some nose candy tonight. It’s been like...” He eyes rolled back into her head, trying to remember how long it’d been since she’d dusted her nose white. “Way too long.” Taking a step towards him, she snatched Damon’s beer off of the table and took a long swig before returning it to its place. “Thanks.” 

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bradleymilligan:

Reaching out, Bradley knocked Daphne’s hand up to send the pills scattering into the moonlight like flecks of an oil spill rainbow. “Early firework show.” Glancing sideways as a stranger clutched his eye that had apparently been whipped by one of the runaway culprits, she let out a scoff after a breath of cigarette smoke. “Christ. What are the odds he’ll sue me for compensation when we’re back on dry land, you think?”

“God dammit!” Daph shouted, watching as her precious collection dissipated from sight. “Dude, what the hell?” Her tone bordered on a whine, figure slouching as she let her head fall backwards. It quickly returned to attention to catch a glimpse of their unlucky victim. “I think we can cut those odds in half if get the fuck outta here right now.” 

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plzjude:

Jude simply stared at her for a moment, digesting her words. Did she really have candy? Unable to keep his face from falling at the reveal, a childish pout found its way onto his full lips. “Damn. I was hoping you had, like, a Snicker’s or something.”

“My god, you’re precious.” Daphne cooed, gazing upon him with shining, pitiful eyes. “How’d you even make it on this boat? Did they card you at the door, sweetums?” She wasn’t trying to be mean, but her violent inflection paired with her mischievous smirk wasn’t really helping. “I think I left all my Snickers in my other pants, but I do have this.” She held up one of the pills, urging him to take it. “So much better than peanuts and nougat. Customer satisfaction guaranteed.”

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wesmccarthy:

Wes fished out a few pills he’d dropped in for safe keeping earlier, in case the supply depleted too early, taking a glance at her hand before his. “You want my red for the purple? I think I took that green one, and it’s not bad. Keep that one for yourself.”

“Your kindness just tickles my heart.” Daphne replied, features scrunching up as she plucked the green pill from her palm and shoved it in her pocket for safe keeping. “I think,” She began, squinting her eyes and examining her stash more carefully. “I think the purple might actually be a tic tac, but...” She grabbed his hand, dumping a couple onto his palm and snatching up the red in exchange. “I’ll throw in the round white one too, free of charge. I think it might be a cat tranquilizer. Always a good time.”

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jaren-rosenthal:

“Hey, back at’cha,” He greeted the other with a grin, taking a drag of his cigarette before he was peering down into her hand at the so-called candy. “Hm,” He thought for a moment, pulling the cigarette back momentarily before shaking his head. “Sorry, man. Fished a couple of those out of the bowl already and now there’s nothing to trade anymore.”

A heavy sigh burdened Daphne’s lungs, head shaking with disappointment. “Lame.” She drawled, closing her hand. “Y’know what? Fuck it. Only live once, right?” Placing two of the pills delicately on her tongue, Daphne swallowed hard. “Those things’ll kill you, y’know.” She nodded toads the cigarette drooping from his lips, a wicked smirk plastered on her own.

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leahbelfer:

The laugh which escaped Leah’s mouth was unanticipated, catching her off guard on a joke she’d normally brush over. To be fair, she was very far removed from herself. “It’s not even midnight yet, no one has counted down,” she stated, which narrowed eyes trying to make sense of why Daphne had two right hands. “I have nothing to trade except some Advil I scooped up to save some coin.”

“Whatever.” Daphne rolled her eyes, head falling to meet her shoulder. “Time is nothing but a human construct. Stick that in your coke and snort it.” Heavy eyelids lifted to reveal bloodshot eyes, impish smirk dancing across her lips. “Laaaaame. Whatever. I’m feeling fucking generous today. Sharing is caring, right?” Holding out her hand, she offered a couple of the pills to the blonde. 

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“Happy fuckin’ New Year!” Daphne feigned excitement, hands lurching into the air in mock celebration. “Wanna trade candy with me?” Opening her palm, she revealed a half dozen primary colored pills. “I snatched a couple extra.” 

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“You wanna do the honors?” Daph’s question echoed into the night, zippo lighter sitting pretty in the hand of her outstretched arm. The parking lot was a vacant wasteland - save for two shadowy figures and a gasoline-drenched automobile. A shaky snail trail of the accelerant paved a path from the puddle to the feet of the havoc-wreckers, practically begging to be set ablaze. The poor owner of the car, probably a student doing some late-night cramming or drooling on one of the library tables, would return in the morning to find nothing but a charred frame and melted leather. They practically majored in hell-raising and would perform their craft to the best of their abilities at the request of the allmighty school blog. Duty calls. 

@vshford

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wesmccarthy:

“C’mon, the whole ‘chocolate wasted’ shit was classic. Every single time it came on during a commercial break. Every single time,” Wes said, getting sick of his own joke. It was astonishing how lazy he could be, even conversationally. “I don’t know if I have the laugh to be Seth, but I definitely have the body.”

“Classic? Nonono. Led Zeppelin is classic. Hemingway is classic. That is commercialized, canned comedy bullshit.” She paused, drawing in a deep breath. “Sorry. Being sober brings out my inner nihilist.” A small grin played across her lips. “If anything, you’ve got the pseudo-jewy thing going for you. And I’d say you’re at least a couple kit kats from the ever-so-lustful Rogen bod.” 

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mezzyxsavatier:

“Not yet, but I’m close, I just need another code. I was actually hoping you could help me out. I’ll even split the money with you.” he said, watching the syringe and taking a deep breath as he felt the belt tighten around his arm. “Is it gonna hurt? Like do you even know how to inject properly? What if you miss my vein or some shit?” with his other hand, he pulled out two joints. “That’s for later.”

Daphne’s gaze wandered with contemplation for a moment before snapping back to Mezzy. “I’m sure that can be arranged.” A sly smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, holding its place like a tattoo. “Well, shit, yeah it’s gonna hurt. It’s a fucking needle.” She jutted her chin out, tugging on the belt once more. “I’ve done this like...at least six times, so...you’ll be fine. Well...as fine as you can be. You are doing heroin.” Bony fingers wrapped around his wrist, coaxing his arm out straight, tapping on the fragile skin of his elbow. “You ready?” 

[biscuit-shooter]

I LOVE HOPPER

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wesmccarthy:

“What?” Wes said, feigning utter shock. “All of this is news to me. Here I thought I was the Rob Schnieder to your Adam Sandler and we’d be off making box office knockouts for the rest of our lives.”

“Well, shit. You do look like Rob Schneider.” Daph squinted her eyes, taking in the resemblance. “C’mon, though.What is this? 2007? Be the Seth to my Jonah. Grown Ups was only funny until the seventh fart joke.”

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task 03: plots

yo who wanna wreak havoc with daph for the task? i’m thinkin’ lots of illegal scumbag shit, police sirens and 9mms- the whole shebang. 

like this if ur down 2 get dirty with daphne (alliteration, bitches) and we can cook up somethin’ wicked

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mezzyxsavatier:

Mezzy took a deep breath, feeling his heart beat accelerate with adrenaline. He was nervous, he’s never shot up before but he’s always heard of what a wonder drug heroin was. “No fucking way, I’m not backing down now. I’m doing this, Daph.”

“Alright, alright, big guy.” She shook her head, pushing a belt over to him. “You didn’t give me a whole lotta notice, so this is all I got for you. Arm. Tight. Like really fucking tight.” Gesturing towards the belt, she picked up the syringe again and held it up to the moonlight, silver rays passing through the amber fluid. “Anyways, how’s the Faulkner account coming along? You crack it yet?” 

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“My God, will you stop being such a little bitch?” Daphne drawled, setting the needle down on the cool metal of the truck’s bed. “Listen...if you don’t want to do this, it’s all good. I‘m not gonna bully you into ruining your life.”

@mezzyxsavatier