to be myself

charlotte murphy | 22 | cornell beach | california | muse 7

[charliehq]

texting... luca

luca: okay i just checked

luca: they're a bunch of jockeys and two wallets

luca: no cash, sadly

luca: i'm sorry

charlie: fuckkkkkkkkkkkk

charlie: i actually hallucinated putting it on

charlie: this is what i get for staying up all night

charlie: thanks for checking though! i will buy you pizza, or a burger. whichever you want.

charlie: wait hold up. jockeys? the underwear?

[charliehq]

texting... luca

luca: aye

luca: i don't remember charlie

luca: i can check the lost and found box if you want?

charlie: fuck

charlie: could you?

charlie: i was either so tired that i actually hallucinated putting it on, or i left it on my chair in better beans

charlie: im hoping i just forgot it on the table

[charliehq]

texting... mia

charlie: did you want the acrylics or the oils?

charlie: the oils are more expensive, but thats nothing new

charlie: and i need the miller kid to stop knocking over bottles of glitter.

[kxll-kat]

@charliehq​

Fenix had borrowed one of his friends cars for their little excursion. It wasn’t a big night. A bunch of people were meeting up at a local park where they were going to just hang out under the stars. It sounded rather boring, but the promise of music, drugs, and a bit of open air had Fenix itching to go. Fenix got Charlie to tag along. Another night between some friends as they partied their faces off. Fenix phone began going off as he was driving. “Fuck,” He grumbled. He saw that his mom’s name was on the screen. 

He accepted the call, the phone linked to the Bluetooth inside the car. Before Fenix could get anything out there his mom’s voice was shaky and hushed. “Fenix, I-I need some help.” His mom spoke. The color began to drain from his face. Unable to do much besides drive on the high way he just listened. “What’s going on?” He asked. Fenix’s mom shakily gave him the address of where she was and told him how many were in the house. In the background they could hear someone stumbling around calling out Fenix’s mom name. 

“I gotta go get her…Fuck! Do you mind tagging along? I can’t drop you off.” He explained trying to put the address into the GPS. Fenix’s mind started to run quick taking him to places that had him ready to punch the steering wheel. “Fuck why can’t this thing work!” He huffed nearly swerving into the next lane as he tried to work the GPS. “Can you do it!? I can’t fucking… Where the fuck am I going?” 

[charliehq]

Fenix had managed to wrangle her into coming to the little midnight hang-out session, not that Charlie put up too much of a fight. She didn’t spend nearly enough time with the other man, but when she did, she had fun, and she wasn’t going to say no to a fun night with friends. She’d brought a six-pack of beer, and a bottle of soju for herself. The beer was for her friends— if she can avoid drinking most beers, she will.

The excitement in her stomach turned into concern as she leaned back, Fenix’s mom’s voice filling the car. Her fingers turned white as she clenched her fists, glancing over at Fenix as he paled instantly. A shudder ran through her as she heard someone yelling in the background— none of this good. 

The fear within her turned into a calm steel as she watched Fenix start to panic. “I don’t mind at all,” she replied, gently pushing his hands away from the GPS and swiftly inputting the address. “A left here,” she called out firmly, paying equal attention to the GPS and the road. “Keep going straight— now take a right here— and keep your eyes on the road. We can’t help her if we’re stuck in a ditch.” Her body thrummed with adrenaline, but she worked to stay composed. Panic didn’t help anybody.

[charliehq]

texting... luca

charlie: when i came into better beans, was i wearing a beanie?

charlie: pls tell me i was

charlie: it was red? kinda looked like it has seen better days?

[gemmachans]

[dczzic]

@charliehq

[charliehq]

songminjoonie​:

“I saw what was possibly the greatest tragedy anyone has ever suffered through.” Joonie’s lips formed a pout as he stared at the lost fries scattered across the floor. “I don’t know how you’re going to survive the rest of the day with the loss you just suffered. Are you gonna get more fries or are you going to try and deal with the longing of not having enough of them? I vote more fries.”

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Charlie laughed at Joonie’s melodramatic words before quickly disposing of the dropped fries. “Do you want to get fries? Because it sounds like you want fries.” She jogged closer to the man, a careful grip on her bag of fries to make sure she doesn’t drop any more of her precious food. “I could go for an AJ’s sundae, actually.” She may have just left AJ’s, but she had no problem with going back. 

[lvnnisterwrites]

[charliehq]

( &. C h a r l i e  // Message

dezzie: this is true, the seniors were assholes

dezzie: omfg i remember that. i can't believe they got away with it.

dezzie: and reason number 7 as to why i never joined

dezzie: reason number 1 was because i was lazy af

charlie: i don't think the faculty knew much of anything

charlie: and the only teacher who could have seen was darbyshire

charlie: and he hated me so much, and i still dont know why dezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

charlie: reason number 6 was that the uniforms looked like trash

charlie: they got better after junior year though!

[charliehq]

[text] Well maybe I broke my tongue!

Super Text List

[casper’s dad] Well maybe I broke my tongue!

[charlie] thats not a valid excuse [charlie] just give her oral!!!!!!! [charlie] besides, you can’t fucking break a tongue? how stupid do you think she is?

[tjsplace]

luca’s leaving tape it, after looking for an album they just didn’t have in stock. which is sad. luca loves listening to cds. he’s never been much one for vinyl, but he gets why people love it. when he steps outside, he sees charlie on the other side of the street. “aye! charlie!” he yells with his hands around his mouth. when the other notices him, luca jogs over, up to them. “how’ve you been? ignoring my calls?” he jokes.

@charliehq​

[charliehq]

Charlie was just wandering down the street when she heard a familiar voice call out her name. She turned around, smiling widely as she watches Luca jog over. “Ignoring your calls? I ignore everybody’s calls, unless they’ve scheduled it with me.” She felt like she hadn’t seen him in ages, even though she heard about him enough from Dez and Wyatt. “I’ve been fine, you? Haven’t seen you in forever.”

[charliehq]

fvckingnix​:

After that night he had never seen half those kids again. “I think she was some girl from Beverly Hills. One of her friends gave me their Instagram. I don’t follow it but it’s full of bullshit photoshop and living their best life, or whatever the fuck that means. I think it means live off of mommy and daddy and know some C-list celebrities.” Fenix rolled his eyes. He hated the rich snobs that lived a little too close for comfort. Thankfully, they left Cornell alone, for the most part. It wasn’t a part of the LA limelight or the it place to be. 

Fenix shrugged his shoulders, “Kinda. There’s this local band who did a venue at big warehouse production studio. Besides the point, ended up hooking up in the bathroom with this girl. That was like 2 weeks ago. Other than that, nah. There’s another band playing, dunno if its your scene, but its happening tonight if you want to go.”

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Beverly Hills. It made sense. Too much sense. A small laugh escaped her at his derogatory words, and she couldn’t help but internally agree a little. Cornell wasn’t filled with A-list celebrities the way LA was, so it meant that there was less elitism, but that didn’t mean that they never encountered entitled people. There had been one summer where a couple of families had decided to rent some places in Cornell, and the beach had been filled with rich kids. Nobody had been able to shut up about them.

She was pulled from her memories by his words, and she nodded thoughtfully. “Nice.” Gigs really are one of the easiest ways to run into new people at Cornell. “If Dez’s going, then I’m probably going. And I’m pretty sure Dez is going, because that sounds like the sort of thing Dez isn’t going to miss.”

[charliehq]

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name: mia ringtone: bad romance — lady gaga photo:

[charliehq]

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name: casper’s dad  ringtone: 100 bad days — ajr photo:

[charliehq]

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name: luca ringtone: starboy — the weeknd ft. daft punk photo: 

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✿ ♥ ∇

Monstrous Headcanons:

♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook 

It was just a party, like any other. And yet that day, when she’d looked at the people around her and seen how happy they all were, and how much fun everyone was having, she decided that what matters most is her happiness. She had to let things go, and she knew she couldn’t spend forever thinking about the things that stressed her out.

∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be 

She is someone who smiles and laughs easily, but also someone who puts her head down to work. She has goals and dreams, and she wants to see them come true, partially for herself, and partially out of pure spite. She is kind and caring to everyone, but also loyal to a fault and would probably knock out any dickhead if they dared to try and hurt the people she cares about, or her. She gives compliments easily, but she’s also drops insults easily too.

✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps 

Charlie stood as tall as she could, only fourteen as a vase shattered against the wall next to her. Her fists were clenched, and she couldn’t tell if it was to hide her anger, or hide how her fingers shook as she glared at her mother. In her peripheral vision, she noticed how one of the pieces of the vase caught the light just so. It was kinda pretty.

“Throwing ceramics at me won’t change my mind.” 

“You are a disappointment,” her mother hissed in response.

There was no hiding her flinch at her mother’s words, and her mother stepped back, drawing herself to her full height. There was a self-satisfied look on her mother’s face that Charlie hated, and a part of her wanted to punch her, just to see what she would do. But still, it also took everything in her to not take a step back, to not put one foot behind herself to plant herself, ready for a blow. Old habits die hard, and the fear she is feeling has had fourteen years to take root and entwine itself with her reflexes.

“Go to your room. I don’t want to see you until breakfast.” Her mother’s voice was cold, and left no argument.

Charlie glanced at the dinner left abandoned on the table before meeting her mother’s eyes.

“Fine.” 

She turned around and stomped to her room. The picture of her, dressed in a pretty dress next to her beaming mother and father, mocked her as she continued moving. Look at that family—how fucking perfect they look. Everybody compliments that photo. If only they knew. 

Her father stood in the hallway, and she hurried past him after she caught his eye. He only watched her with detached hostility. There would be no sympathy from him, and so she slammed her bedroom door behind her, before quickly locking it too.

Thirty minutes passed. Thirty minutes of drawing flames licking a pole. Thirty minutes of silence as she listened to her parents finish their meal before going about their nightly routine. Thirty minutes of tapping her foot, waiting. Thirty minutes.

A twig smacked her window. Charlie didn’t hesitate. She quickly tied her hair into a ponytail and slipped her feet into a beat-up pair of Converse before cracking the window open. She slid out of it deftly, barely making a sound as she expertly avoided the hedges and bushes. Just like Skyrim. Stealth? 100.

Her eyes met Wyatt’s, and they shared a smirk as she silently ran to him. He held out her skateboard, and she eagerly took it from him... and then he nudged her with his elbow, and so she slapped him lightly, avoiding his bruised shoulder. He shoved her in retaliation, and from there it only escalated. Soon they were chasing each other down the street, their laughs getting louder the further they got from her house.

“So, what are we doing tonight?”