did you see the sunrise?

all my life i've been slow and senseless, not struck dumb, i'm just dumb that's all. but i can give you the constellations, lay down here and we'll count them all.

[bellamycastor]

Drunk Bellamy might possibly be the worst of all Bellamys. Already over the top and exhausting when sober, she's in absolute overdrive with a few drinks in her, louder than usual and somehow managing to channel a hell of a lot more energy than she usually has. As soon as she hears the name she turns into a complete mess, she stretches her arms out and somehow manages to knock down several bottles of beer on the table. "Shit--sorry, I--" she takes a deep breath and laughs, awkward, gets a little glassy eyed, she'll blame that on the alcohol. "I uh-- I mean what's there to say about her? She's fuckin--" she knows she's blushing, it's the worst part. "I-- I dunno she's, she's beautiful and funny and smart as hell and crazy, she's god damned crazy, don't get into an argument with her cause you will fuckin' lose I tell you that much. I've never met anyone as passionate as she is who puts her whole heart out there like she does." She looked down, finally cleaning up the mess she's made. "She deserves the whole damn world y'know and I wish I could give it to her." She feels stupid saying this and sinks back into her seat, trying to come up with something that makes it seem less serious. "She's the best friend I ever had, s'too bad she's a Crimson Tide fan."

@ettaaldrich​

[bellamycastor]

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[bellamycastor]

brckenribs‌:

Taylor happily took her friends hand in her own after throwing down a tip for the bartender. As they made their way to the dance floor, she took note of Bellamy’s question but ignored it. She would be lying if she had any idea of how to go about being a wingwoman, but for Bellamy, she sure as hell would try her absolute best. “Jus’ cause I’m a doctor doesn’t mean any of that medical training translates to flirting. Besides, if we’re talkin’ about being impressive, you should be looking in a mirror, Miss Aerospace Engineer.” 

From the edges of the dance floor, Taylor eyed the dancers, making mental notes of their movements. “Hey, so before we jus’ throw ourselves in there, you got your eyes on anyone, or er’ — I s’pose I should ask at least a general type? That seems shallow —” she paused, wincing as she caught herself. “—but I guess that’s how you do this type of thing huh? You can’t really pick up someone out of a crowd without at least goin’ off of looks a bit, can you?” 

“Fair,” but then again, she thought the world of her friend, how she didn’t already have girls fawning over her was beyond a mystery, at least with herself she understood, she was messy most of the time, not just literally but figuratively too. “Shh--” she put a finger to her lips and looked around. “Alright maybe we should tone it down a bit, girls might think we’re rich or somethin’.” 

The question was unexpected and she was almost uncertain if she should answer. She did have her eyes on someone, she’d had her eyes on someone for a long time. “Uh-- I don’t really got a type.” Straight, emotionally unavailable. Her best friend. “Funny, gotta be smart cause m’a dumbass, but they gotta be ok with me bein’ a dumbass.” She shrugged. “Do you? I reckon we’re at a bar we’re not necessarily lookin’ for a uh-- long term kinda thing right?”

[bellamycastor]

morgan-callaway‌:

@bellamycastor​

As soon as Bellamy opened the door, Morgan gave off a wave, extending the bag of supplies in her hand. “I’ve got everything we’re gonna need to make the best cheese cake. I got stuff to do chocolate, regular and strawberry in case you wanted to pick. Did you turn the gas off to the place?”

“Uh-- yeah...I think. I know m’supposed to be smart and shit but I had to ask my brother for help cause I was kinda afraid I was gonna blow my whole face off.” She ushered Morgan inside eagerly. “We’re gonna do all three of ‘em, sorry I don’t make the cheesecake rules, only follow ‘em.” 

[bellamycastor]

argentcl‌:

Cara felt equally as ridiculous, frantically looking around when Bellamy walked in, as if them talking was something to be caught by someone else. Truthfully there was hardly a soul around to care, much less see. “I think that can be arranged,” she said, beginning to untie her apron. “I need to finish cleanin’ behind the bar but it won’t take too long? You want somethin’ in the meantine?” she asked, moving to finish wiping things down as fast as she could. So caught up in hoping Rusty didn’t appear from the back where he was counting money or reorganizing silverware again, she hardly heard what Bellamy said. “A date? Like-…yeah, I’d like that.” She smiled. “You sure don’t leave a girl with a lotta time to prepare, huh?”

It was truly rare for her to be this bold. Though at the same time her boldness was underlined by a familiar feeling of sheepishness she was used to. She sure as shit talked a big game with everything else, always brash and abrasive and loud but god forbid Bellamy Castor had a crush. She’d forget her own damn name. “Nah-- m’good, you want some help? M’good at cleanin’.” She wasn’t, she was terrible,mostly stemming from her mother’s obsessive cleaning at home. She hopped on the stool, set her chin in her hands and gave her a smile. “Sorry-- s’gonna be a clear night, lots of stars out, figured it might be nice-- had to take the opportunity and run with it.” 

[bellamycastor]

nashvalentine‌:

location: Wharton Creek who: anyone! — open. @frostfordstart​

Nash was hungry and she knew it by the sound her stomach made as she sat at the edge of the creek, on a log she called her friend for the time being. She had hit the slump. The ‘you’re so tired you’re not tired anymore’ slump. She’d completely run it over. Trod upon it, forged a new path like a pioneer without the Conestoga wagon seeking new land on a boat that was inevitably sinking, and needing a dove to find an olive branch. She could go home, the one she had grown up in, the one in a makeshift trailer park. Her mother would be happy to see her, Nash could ask her for some apple crumble for dinner and the woman would happily oblige, but Nash was a grownup now. No one had told her how deplorably average life would become, or how she’d have to keep her nails painted nicely and brush her hair every day in order to pass as somewhat successful. 

She grabbed a few pebbles and started chucking them at the creek, not even trying to skip them at this point. The woman was lost in her thoughts and hadn’t heard the steps approaching at first. The multitude of hours she had watched on crime television should have made her more alert and observant, but they hadn’t. Instead, she was thinking about how she had to do something mildly noteworthy with her life. Something that didn’t take too much effort but made her a lot, like the person who invented the stapler. She heard a branch break and finally acknowledged the person nearby. “If you’re here to kill me know that the Wharton Creek Witch is on my side.”

There’s only one clear reason she comes out to the creek and that’s with her telescope in tow during a clear night sky. She doesn’t expect anyone else there, doesn’t expect to hold a conversation or to be friendly. Not that she’d ever be outwardly mean to anyone either, but she was in science mode. Rare, maybe, for her to be so damn focused. It’s still light out when she gets there, but she needs it to set up, she’s so damn focused that it surprises her that there’s someone else there. “Spooky,” she says with a sort of smile. “Hope she haunts me for the rest of my life, that’s be fuckin’ awesome.” 

[bellamycastor]

noramcdowell‌:

Status: Open Location: Hogtied Tavern TW: Alcohol use

@frostfordstart​

Nora had decided that she was going to enjoy herself a few drink at Bootleggers due to a long week’s work but of course she couldn’t just be basic, no not at all. The young nurse had decided she was going to Hogtied Tavern and she was going to get that damned crown she deserved for longest rider on that bull. After throwing back a few beers, it was time. Within a little over a minute, her drunk ass was tossed clean off of the bull but due to her intoxicated state, she threw her arms up and let everyone know she was just fine before stumbling her way back to the bar. As she looked at the person who had already been sitting there, she smiled at them and placed her hand on their cheek, tilting her head slightly. “You are one beautiful mother fucker, you know that?”  Then looking over at the bartender, she offered the employee one of her overly sensual winking gestures before motioning to the person she’d been talking to. “A round of tequila shots on me!” She cheered before throwing her arms in the air once more, very similar to how she’d done after being hurled to the ground by the mechanical bull. “It’s party time! Who wants to have a limbo competition!?”

She’d been on the bull once. One too many rumchata, fireball shot mixtures and suddenly she thought she was bold and fucking daring. She’d made it all of three seconds before tumbling off and she swore she’d never get back on it, she wasn’t persistent, by any means. Still, she came to watch. Someone had to be as bad as her, right? “I know--” she shouted over the music, someone had thought to put on Honkytonk Badonkadonk and she couldn’t have asked for anything else. “You’re smashed, d’you think you could handle a limbo contest?” She took the tequila shot that was placed in front of her and drank it quickly, before she had a chance to change her mind. “How bout somethin’ simple like line dancin’ instead? Work our way up to that?”

[bellamycastor]

natzelimartinez‌:

“don’t get me wrong. if i was teaching high schoolers or even college freshman i could see this being an issue but i teach seniors and grad students. they sign up for the class. at this point i’ve taught it for the last six years. they ask me to come back each year despite me not being a contracted professor there. they know i do this. so how come every year i get a letter from the department chair stating they once again have gotten complaints about the opportunities that arise for the students. i don’t force the students to go, i don’t offer extra credit for them to go. half the time i’m not even there. they go if they want to know and have a desire to learn about the topic. one measly BDSM demonstration between two consenting adults is not going to corrupt them more than what you can find in the top trending videos on porn sites every day.” she inhaled, realizing she wasn’t breathing as she spoke. shutting her laptop, groaning slightly before smiling at her friend, “anyway, needless to say i’ve pissed off a bunch of white moms again. how was your day?” ( @frostfordstart​ )

“M’gonna level with ya.” She took a long exaggerated sip of her drink through her straw, loud, obnoxious. “I stopped listenin’ after awhile cause you were usin’ too many big words.” She’d checked out mentally moments before, there was only so much she could handle, her brain cells were reserved for seminars and her dissertation. “But my day was fuckin’ beautiful, Joni gave me a rice krispie treat, y’know a special one, and I spent half the day countin’ the freckles on Cara Argent’s face, so all in all a win.”

[hayesallies]

A lot of people think that I’m a really angry person. ‘Do you enjoy anything? Do you like anything? Are you happy about anything?’ Yes, I am! But I don’t tweet about it. People don’t rally in the streets to engage in happiness. People talk about things they’re unsatisfied with.

[bellamycastor]

lvcaferraro‌:

“Really? Hey, thanks. I guess it’s probably for the best that I’m not involved. Too many town traditions here. I’m gonna go broke if I try to get in on all of ‘em. Maybe if there’s a pageant I can compete. Become Miss Frostford or something.”

“Yeah, I dunno-- you might have some competition in the Miss Frostford department, namely, me-- although you’d probably best me in the evening gown portion, you look like you’d pull off sequins real well. Anyway-- the best part of the auction ain’t even makin’ a basket. Now you get to bid.”

[whereislittlemaggie]

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[bellamycastor]

lvcaferraro‌:

@frostfordstart​

“When’s the deadline to make a basket, again? All I can think to put in it is Slim Jims and a six pack of Fat Tire. I guess if I throw in a blanket that could count as a picnic.”

“S’over my man-- I would’ve bid on you though, if it makes you feel any better.”

[bellamycastor]

tuckerleerhett‌:

(( tw: death & illness & grief mentions. @frostfordstart​ ))

May was a particularly hard month for Tucker, but it wasn’t always like that. His sister Samantha’s birthday was right in the beginning, and he always remembered last minute to send her a gift which meant she wouldn’t get it until a week later. Then after that was Mother’s Day, which growing up he used to spend with his mother in her garden and making her her favorite cookies ( the only thing he could make besides boxed macaroni ). Now she was in Miami with his other sister, something Tucker was beginning to regret. And then there was Brady….his daily phone calls to his mother always seemed to revolve around him. Asking how he was, when he was gonna visit…and Tucker couldn’t bear reminding her that he was her only living son. He couldn’t deal with the having to remind her daily that he wasn’t Brady…maybe that was why his sister took his parents to Miami. 

He had decided to go out for a beer that night, knowing how silly it was to go drink at your place of employment on your day off. But something about that day made Tucker not want to be alone. Especially because the water tower was always being occupied by the teens who had nothing better to do. He had the window’s down in his truck and felt someone’s eyes on him, forcing him to look up in the direction of the individual. “I bet watchin me have a headache is way more entertaining than the bar, right?” he chuckled. 

“I don’t know m’lookin’ at actually--” Bellamy had never been good with seriousness. She might have been smart as a whip but she had absolutely zero tact, leave it to her to always stick her foot in her mouth and her nose where it didn’t belong, too. “Someone in there said there was some sad dude creepin’ some of the patrons out so I came out of curiosity mostly.” Technically, she wasn’t supposed to take the bottle of Mike’s out of the bar, but she was still right in front, it was fine, right? “You need someone to drive you home man?”

[starbar]

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“Spring Love” Stevie B

After all these years I still love this song.

[bellamycastor]

Frostford Task #4: TV TROPES

[bellamycastor]

"Hey--” Stupid. This was stupid. She was twenty-seven. A full grown fucking adult, she should have been able to handle herself around a pretty girl. And still, she approached Cara and immediately forgot how to words-- fumbling around for something to say before she realized she was an idiot and moved on to someone else. “I came to bust you outta here.” It was near closing time, the Watering Can was empty. “I kinda was hopin’ you’d wanna come on a date with me. Tonight. Now.” @argentcl​

[bellamycastor]

“Alright-- I gotta...tell you somethin’ I guess-- but you can’t make fun of me for like a full fifteen fuckin’ minutes after m’done, okay?” She waited a beat before adding. “Y’know uh-- y’know Cara Argent, right?” @ettaaldrich​