• .∗⸰:*•° ✧ flicker ✧ °•*:⸰∗.

they used to S H O U T my name ; now they whisper it.whitt malek ;; not one to fuck with.

[ofhctred]

                        “my younger sister woke me up this morning after she started to cry over edward and bella’s relationship. i can’t believe people are still watching, reading, remember twilight. it’s a nightmare, really.”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

                    “sounds like your sister needs to learn a lesson or two from you, babe.” they chuckle a little, tiniest of smirks plastered on their face as perfectly manicured fingers rake through her hair. “people are nightmares for the most part anyway, darling, i don’t see why you’re so surprised.”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

             they felt electricity crackle through their veins, and with eyes freezing over whitt pulled the boy by his bag, yanking him downward. “i don’t think you heard me quite right.” with a bubblegum smile, still, whitt’s voiced dropped murderously low. “you. move. for me.” punctuating their sentence with a giggle and a light wave of their fingertips, eyes glancing down on the boy with disdain. “glad we had this chat, doll.”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

      They laugh, softly, the boy’s reaction giving them the slightest semblance of amusement. “For being in my way.” Whitt practically spits out, though still holding the same bubblegum smile. “Try not to do it next time, mm’kay? I don’t -- honest, pinky promise -- want to have to do that again.”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

        Their eyes crackled, absolutely floored by the complete and utter idiocy the boy displayed; how was it possible that anyone could be that-- incompetent? “Idiot boy.” Whitt murmured softly, and in a quick motion they smacked the earphones right out of the boy’s hand -- still, of course, smiling. “Oops; I’ll watch where I’m going next time, for sure... wouldn’t want to smack anything else, right?”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

[text] Have you finished your homework? I need a hand. (valerie) // [text] What’s gonna happen if I don’t show up? (lilac)

[text] Have you finished your homework? I need a hand. (valerie)

[TEXT to QUEEN V] babe… you’re asking Me for help on /calculus/? do Me a favor and make it a trifle bit harder for Me next time.

[TEXT to QUEEN V] I’ll be there in ten, but sweets, you so owe Me for this. xox

[text] What’s gonna happen if I don’t show up? (lilac)

[TEXT to HEINOUS] I’m sorry, did I not make this perfectly clear?

[TEXT to HEINOUS] you come, /because I say you’re coming/. no if’s, and’s, or but’s in that sentence, right?

[TEXT to HEINOUS] be a dear – to yourself – and don’t make it harder for you than it already is… or, at least, give Me a reason to. xox

[bitingwhitt-blog]

               turning to nia with a shrug that had matched hers, whitt rolled their eyes, sighing in resignation. i just-- can never understand how people can be so rude? and inconsiderate too, i mean, honestly--” their face now pivoted to meet the girl that had bumped the pair of them, whitt’s smile remained like permanent plastic on their face as they added, “-- it makes me wonder how easy it would be to snap their neck and teach them manners, that’s all.” a small giggle laced their voice once more, and they tilted their head in a way that they knew made them look even more threatening than they already did. the shudders the small girl emitted made whitt giggle even more, and with a little flicker of a wave they linked arms with nia, their job having been, from their perspective, wholly completed. “ah, totes adore fresh meat in the morning.”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

       letting out a low whistle, “ooh, wow, martinez, what a saint.” whitt drawls out, tilting their head to the side. “don’t apologize; he certainly hasn’t.” they add, nodding towards the now shuddering freshman that stood in front of the pair. “you know, it’s exactly these type of people that need toughening up; if you keep apologizing for them, see,” whitt explains patiently, bubblegum smile still intact, “then rat-infested souls like these never learn.”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

          eyes widened in shock, then narrowed almost instantaneously. scoffing down on the boy in disgust, “aw, cute.” whitt murmured, smile all the more patronizing. “you think we’re on the same level, don’t you? well, sugarbee, i hate to burst this little bubble of yours, but, ah-- how to put this in ways your simple mind would understand --”

                                                     “you? move for me.”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

             Whitt feigned shock at Valerie’s words; “Me? Scary? Never.” they emphasized, widening their eyes and shaking their head as if the idea itself was beyond preposterous. Whipping their head back to whom they assumed had to be fresh meat, Whitt prodded a perfectly manicured finger into the small girl’s chest -- causing her, if possible, to shrink even more. “See, you’ve crossed me but once -- and you’re about to shit like a dog, too -- so I’ll cut you some slack -- but listen, girlie--” bending down so the two were practically at eye level, Whitt kept their smile intact, though their eyes crackled mercilessly. “-- know your place... before I curbstomp you even lower.” Standing upright once more, Whitt offered the girl a little wave with her fingers, a bubbly “Later!” exclaimed as they locked arms with Valerie, click clacking away from that nuisance. Only when they were far from earshot did Whitt groan, rolling their eyes as they turned to Valerie in disdain. “I hate people who show absolutely no sign of respect.” they announced, waving their free hand away as if swatting away the entire population. “That bitch better not cross me a second time.”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

          “--- oh my god, you can’t just say something like that, you know -- i mean, not that loudly, at least.” a hand flies to their mouth as whitt stifles a giggle, walking along the hallways with their companion in tow, heels clacking all the way. “for all you know, she could be listening -- which, to be honest, i couldn’t care less about, but-- ah.” smile morphing into a scowl straightaway, whitt peers down at the figure that had stopped them in their tracks. taking a deep breath, the smile returns to their face once more -- only this time, a trifle less genuine. “excuse me,” they begin, voice practically sticky with palpable sugar, “don’t you think you ought to, oh, i don’t know --- watch where you’re going?”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

             They heard the gasp, and Whitt tilted their head to the side, ever so slightly. Reactions like these weren’t uncommon, especially with them around -- but they startled Whitt, nonetheless. Rolling their eyes as the tremble in Melody’s voice reached their ears, Whitt looked around the cafe, empty if not for the two of them. It wouldn’t exactly be causing a scene if their plan pushed through; then again, that didn’t exactly matter to Whitt, either. “Pathetic,” they repeated softly, once more -- and withdrew all the contents of the coffee cup above the notes with a disappointed tch. “This is boring.” they commented over the spilling coffee, eyes glassing over as they shook their head disapprovingly. “Do you want to know why people never stop for you, girlie? -- it’s because you’re weak. You’re pathetic. You let this--” gesturing to the pile of coffee-stained notes, “-- happen to you, all by yourself. So, you know, I should thank you, really.” their wide smile appeared once more, “For making this all so much easier for me --- let’s keep it like this when we hang out again, okay?”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

        Tears ebbed at the corners of the girl’s eyes, and Whitt had half the mind to bite back a laugh -- pathetic, they thought airily. Everything about her was: her timidness, her squeak of a voice -- and the one thing Whitt hated more than anything was someone who dare be so inept, so weak. “You’re pathetic.” they chose to announce, leaning down to move close to her face as the coffee still hung dangerously in the air. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just-- oh, no, clumsy me.” cutting themselves off mid-sentence, Whitt tipped the cup back ever so slightly, allowing a little of the hot liquid to fall over the edges of some pages already. Shrugging, as if even in the least bit apologetic, Whitt smiled emptily, face inches away from Melody’s. “Seriously,” they emphasized, “Any reason at all; better than resorting to being a little bitch baby.” Rolling their eyes, Whitt moved away from Melody, but kept the coffee hovering above -- making a jerky movement with the cup to scare the girl. They tossed their hair back, laughing to themselves lightly, before an impatient scowl framed their face once more. “Well?” they challenged Melody once more. “You know better than to keep me waiting, girlie -- if only for the sake of your dear, dear papers.”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

              How cute, Whitt mused, smiling down on the girl patronizingly. Eyes widening at Melody’s request, “Oh? You mean-- this?” perfectly manicured nails held up the ball of paper, smoothing it out and showing it off to the girl in front of them. “You know it’s no use, right? I mean, you’re bound for failure, anyway, if you can’t get something as simple as this; might as well just, you know --” Whitt’s hands reached for the middle of the paper, and in a snap they’d ripped it in half entirely, smug smile ever present, “-- give up now and move back to ---- wherever the hell cave it is you’re from.” a tinkling laugh was interrupted by a calling of “One cortado for Miss Whitt?”, and so they spun around, walking towards the counter to receive their drink. “Cheers, darling.” they whispered to the barista, giggling as if they’d shared a joke, and as they snatched up their cup another brilliant idea had once again come to mind. Making their way back to their schoolmate, “Exactly --- how important is getting this right to you, I wonder?” Whitt began, cup held out dangerously close to Melody’s notes, bubblegum smile dripping down, still.

[melodyous-blog]

         Bittersweet fragrance wrapped around her like a blanket, the smell of coffee amazingly prevalent even for a cafe, but she was too drawn to the papers in front of her to notice. Nerves took a hold of her at an alarming rate, welcoming her like an old friend as she was already overwhelmed and it was the first day. Maybe that’s what she got for schooling a whole ocean and large country away from home and living with her aunt and uncle near Bristol. She was a sunshine baby and here the skies were grey. If she wanted to get to the ocean, she’d have to drive awhile and driving on the right side of the car on the left side of the street? Not something she looked forward to learning, she had a hard enough time with the way she’d bee used to all her life, but that wasn’t what had her now. No, that would be math. Variables and logarithms were never something that came easier to her. She was a literature person, music, lyrics, poetry… Novels. She wasn’t meant to take e to the such and such power and log it. “Well, this is… definitely not promising,” Melody sighed and shook her head. “What am I doing?”

[bitingwhitt-blog]

            Fingers thrummed lightly at the counter, eyes scanning the menu above the register as if they hadn’t been inside the cafe a million times before. Cue trademark bubblegum smile -- “Be a dear, Carter -- my usual, please.” Whitt’s voice was bitingly sweet against the cortado they were so accustomed to drinking. Handing the cashier enough money to cover the bill, Whitt held a hand up, indicating that they keep the change, and they waded their way to an empty table -- only to stop in their tracks, eyes trailing upon a familiar sight. The sweet smile they still held now morphed into that of a malicious smirk, and Whitt abandoned their table altogether, hips sashaying as they moved towards Melody, heels clacking all the way. Snatching up one of the papers that lay in front of the other girl, “Clearly, nothing good.” Whitt answered lazily, delicate fingers crumpling the page into a small ball. “But that’s expected of you, isn’t it, girlie?”

[mvrtincz]

’ there is NO way i passed that test, ’ elena mumbles, her distress and disappointment obvious. ‘ i didn’t have any time at all to study… ’

[bitingwhitt-blog]

      the eyeroll that follows is almost second nature; who does this girl even think she is? they think, and whitt looks down upon elena in disdain. “--- and, so,” they begin, “this is my problem exactly... because?” scoffing, whitt tucks some hair behind their ear. “besides, that test was beyond simple -- unless, of course, you’re that inept, which, y’anno, i wouldn’t rule out.” they finish, smiling as stickily sweet as they can possibly muster.

[vibeysongs]

Visit Original Link

i know you love it when the hairpins start to drop

[lisa401971]

Imaan Hammam by Patrick Demarchelier Vogue Italia April 2016