what's wrong with me?

— tell me who we hate today and i will fall in line. hug me while my shoulders tense, and we’ll pretend we’re fine. though we both know one day there’ll be blood on the floor, but which one will betray the other more?

[crawfordthea]

rhiannonhebert:

Nothing that’s spitting out of Thea’s mouth impresses her. Every whining, hoping, reaching syllable is being pushed off of a cliff when it reaches her ears. She does everything but hold her hand up to physically stop her from speaking. After cutting her off yet again, she opens her mouth to speak with the same authority a queen would have over a peasant on the streets. “I didn’t choose the length of the punishment. If you have a problem with it I’m sure the mayor would love to chat with you about this whole thing, he took it all very seriously.” She looks right at her as she speaks, making it almost a threat. “Great, many people have those skills. I suppose you could file some paperwork and do some editing for me.” Not that she was going to make any of these seemingly simple tasks easy. “When are you available?” 

Thea bites her tongue and nods, not wanting to anger her even more. Maybe she could text Zac and ask him to get his dad to lower her ridiculous sentence but for now it’s better to stay quiet, bringing him up to Rhiannon of all people would practically be a suicide mission. “Okay... forget I said that,” she shakes her head, “I can do paperwork, I can even do it when I’m at work, so you’ll get it done faster. But, um, what kind of editing? Isn’t there any research or something you need done? Because I was thinking, since I’m at the library all the time for work, maybe that could be useful for you too.” Thea nods and smiles, already thinking of getting some vodka to do all of this with otherwise she’s going to lose her mind. “Uh, right away? As long as I don’t have to leave the library unattended or anything, I can do it.”

[crawfordthea]

dera-mcclery:

If there was one thing Dera was, it was patient, and she had no problem waiting outside Thea’s door, progressively growing more distracted  by minuscule things the longer it took to get a response. Finally, she heard her voice and nearly cheered in delight, though after all the noise she had made, Thea’s neighbors already wanted to kill her. It might be best not to give them another reason. Calling through the door, immediately disregarding her previous thought of not further bothering the poor people trying to sleep. “Hurry, we’re going to miss the best hours!” 

Thea slips through the door and Dera entire body relaxes, though she wasn’t aware that she had been tense at all. Thea had been doing….more questionable things as of late, and there were moments that Dera worried she was loosing her. Just brief flashes of insecurity that were remedied by adventures like this. With a smile that bordered on proud, she replied, “I did! They grow increasingly poetic the more I sent, so you should read them when you have a chance. I don’t use iambic pentameter for just anybody.” By no measure was Dera a poet, so in reality they were just shitty lines sent to harass Thea that happened to follow a pattern. The idea of food lit Dera up and without hesitation she stalked into Thea home, immediately seeking out the pantry. Did they need food? No. Did she want food? Yes. This was the simple fact that governed her as she grabbed whatever snacks screamed out at her, asking “Is this ok?” Then without waiting for a response, “I’ll pay you back of course! Also, do you want to drive or bike? This place is kinda on the edge of town so we have a bit of a journey ahead of us.”

“I have no idea what you just said, but I’m sure it was beautiful. One of these days I’m going to print out all of our text threads and make a book out of it. Or maybe just yours, I’m not sure anyone would pay money to read me talk non-stop about Zac and other boys while sleep deprived and possibly high.” Thea laughs and slips her phone in her back pocket so she can finish packing for their adventure for the night. She never fully understands Dera, to be honest, but that’s part of her charm in a way. All the drama and the ghosts, all the mystery and the poems. It’s fun. It’s like being best friends with someone who time traveled from the 1810s or something, it’s been like that since they were kids. 

“It’s fine, DD. It’s just food. I mean, as long as you can promise me you won’t lose your mind tonight and probably pee yourself, I think we can call it even. Or get possessed, don’t get possessed either, it’d be super annoying having to leave you behind like that.” She shrugs, filling her backpack with enough food and drinks for the next couple of hours. “Car, definitely. Who wants to travel that long in a bike anyway?”

[crawfordthea]

pxmegranates:

Denna bit down her bottom lip, trying so hard to keep the next words from leaving her mouth, to no avail. “Technically you put yourself there. If you hadn’t tried to cheat, not only you wouldn’t have gone to jail, but your friend would have actually won. I think the latter is even more of a lesson than the jail part, if you ask me.” She only shrugged next, knowing very well it was too late to take it back. Her next question, however, paralysed for a second. Of course she had seen them, she had been backstage as well. This was serious, this was a lot, this was exactly what she had been fearing all along, and now it was a reality. She could play dumb, but she knew people like Thea enough to realise that that would only make it worse. It took one to know one, and perhaps she was exactly like the girl next to her. Naivety trying to become something else. “What do you want?”, she said. 

“Very bold of you to assume the contest wasn’t a big scam to begin with, Denna, and even bolder of you to antagonize the girl holding your secret over your head, I get what Heath sees in you now.” Or stupid, but either way they’d probably like her for it. For different reasons, but still. “What do I want, what do I want... let me see,” Thea sighs and looks up, trying to think of something to say. “Let’s make it more interesting, before I give you any response, what can you offer me? I mean, it’s clearly a big piece of information. I could twist the whole thing in my favor if I wanted to, say you were trying to tamper with the votes and convinced me to help you out, because you wanted  to make some kind of political point against the entire idea of women being judged on their looks on a pageant. Sounds like something you would do, if you ask me. And I simply took the chance to not embarrass this whole town with a feminist hashtag scandal waiting to happen by writing my dear friend’s name down instead of keeping the votes blank. Clover might help me out, she’s good at the whole talk thing.” That’s as far as she thought of this when she was in jail anyway, but Denna won’t know that if she puts on a confident smile. “I’m not going to do that unless I have to, though. Realistic as it sounds, it’s too much work and I don’t want to bother Clover. So... what can you offer me?”

[crawfordthea]

thezacharybailey:

Easy. Almost too easy. He would feel bad if he hadn’t done this a thousand times before. She seems way too naive, but if she really wants to play on the big leagues, well, there’s no better teacher than he is. Flashing a charming smile, he keeps his arm around her waist as he guides her through the club towards his group of people. Everyone’s comfortably located at the Olympians’ private booth, free drinks all night - bless Heath, and himself, of course, since his money is here as well. “Guys, this is Thea.” his tone is casual, amused even. “Of course you know Will and Pietro.” Willem is too distracted to notice, but Pietro definitely rolls his eyes. Zac only hopes he won’t tell Naia or something and fuck this thing up completely. He then sits at the table, pulling her down to sit on his lap. “Tell me beautiful, what would you like to drink?”

“I do, I do.” Thea grins and nods, trying not to giggle with excitement. It would be the most uncool thing to happen if she just started giggling like a little girl getting a new Barbie doll, and she’s not going to throw away this chance. “Oh, uh... I don’t know, an appletini? Or something blue, I never know what those blue drinks I see going around here sometimes are, I don’t think they’re in the menu.” She waves hello to Zac’s friends and shrugs, then turns to look at him and comfortably sits on his lap following direction. “Your girlfriend isn’t around tonight, is she? We should probably hide a little better if she is. Not that I care or anything.” Thea looks around back to the club. “Pretty sure she already hates me, though, so... I don’t need to give her more reasons.”

[crawfordthea]

preston-carver:

location: oracle diner date: june 20th status: open

It was getting late out and Preston had just finished up streaming a long session of playing Fortnite. It wasn’t really his favorite but it was what was popular now and a lot of people were asking for it so who was he to deny them? He managed to pull off a couple of wins too, boosting his ego a fair bit. As he stretched in his chair, he heard his joints pop. While Stay Hydrated Bot kept him hydrated, he was starving. What he really wanted was a chocolate milkshake, so that meant he was going to make his way to Oracle get one. He didn’t really want to go by himself so he sent off a couple of messages to see if anyone was up for going. If not, he didn’t care but some company would definitely be welcome.

It didn’t take him long before he had made his way there. He didn’t see any cars he recognized so he just made his way inside. He took a spot close to the front of the diner. That way if he saw anyone, even if he didn’t text them, he could call out to them as they walked by. It was only a few more minutes before he saw someone. “Hey! Over here!”

“Yes?” Thea turns, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Actually before you ask, no, I cannot give Amanda your number, since that’s all boys like you seem to care about.” She wants to say nerds, but the message is probably obvious anyway. Being the daughter of the town’s chief of police meant, for Thea at least, that she knew about everything and everyone in Mount Wells. Who they are, what they do-- maybe not who their families are or that much detail, but she tries to remember as much as she can from what her father tells her and what she hears him talk with her mother, it might come in handy at some point, even if they’ve never met her or don’t know that much about her. And besides, who doesn’t know the town’s resident attempt of a Youtube gamer, or whatever in the hell he tries to be. “What’s your deal stopping strangers in a diner anyway, Carver? People are going to think you’re a stalker or something, it’s pretty weird.”

[justineslupe-deactivated2022050]

If Tim’s a no show, it’s not meant to be, you’re meant to party with your awesome friends. 

[descendantsource]

Sofia Carson photographed by Carlijn Jacobs for Wonderland Magazine.

[crawfordthea]

loganpcrrish:

mount wells’ public library  // june 18th // 4:07pm // open

He’s minding his own business for the most part, just having finished with a student and waiting around an hour for the next one. During the year he liked to hold tutoring sessions on the MWU campus, but in the summer kids didn’t need that kind of intimidation. So he moved to the library, less scary and definitely not filled with stressed out university kids working through the hot months. He’s up going through the shelves of books when he abruptly turns around, assuming no one else would be inside on a day like this. This ends in smacking into the other person, harder than someone should by accident. 

“Ah fuck! I’m sorry, wasn’t trying to take you out I swear. Didn’t bruise anything did I?” 

“It’s fine, you’d be surprised with how many times people wack me with books around here. Some students are like zombies,” Thea picks up a book from the ground and puts it back in its place. Days like this one when there actually was people in the library were so annoying, she has to clean around and make sure the place doesn’t look like a mess when all she wants to do is scroll through Youtube and smoke some weed. Do these kids not know of the internet or something? Why do they need the public library when Wikipedia exists? “Classes again? Don’t these kids have teachers?”

[crawfordthea]

rhiannonhebert:

“Thank you.” She does take the muffin. Ideally, she’d like to come right out and tell this girl that she wasn’t that bright, just liked receiving compliments –making her somehow Zac’s perfect archetype. An archetype he would use up like an old tube of toothpaste. She hardly cared about to warn her. If you were that naive you deserved it. He’d drop her in a week, she knew that but that didn’t mean for a moment that it didn’t piss her off. There was nothing special about this girl. “Good, can’t imagine why you wouldn’t be okay with it. You do realize how consequences work don’t you?” She doesn’t bother waiting for an answer. “Anyway, it will be three months of volunteering. I have a couple questions though. What are your strengths? ”

“Of course!” Thea smiles and sits down, taking a sip of her drink and nodding. “I mean, there’s a lot of reasons why I---” Rhiannon speaks over her and she doesn’t get to finish her point, but in all fairness it’s probably for the best. The last thing Thea wants is to make her angrier and end up buried in her backyard. There’s a reason why half of the girls in this town are terrified of her and it can’t just be because of Zac and their impossible to understand relationship, right? She has to be shady, she has to have some mafia-type organization running on her basement or something. “Three months for a couple of ballots? Doesn’t that sound like a lot? It’s not like I stole someone’s car or invaded someone’s home or anything,” Thea frowns. “Academics, mostly. I’m a pretty good student, I’ve always been. I can read fast, type faster, memorize large amounts of text easily, that kind of stuff...”

[crawfordthea]

naiaguerrero:

She had just come in for some ice cream. Chocolate or maybe cookies n’ cream, it didn’t matter. Somewhere between looking for the unhealthy snack in the frozen aisle and thinking about the disastrous week she had been having (okay, perhaps the shots of tequila at the bar had some influence too), Naia simply lost it. Hot tears fell down her face and it wasn’t until the other woman spoke up that the designer realized she wasn’t alone. “No, no. I’m fine,” she lied, wiping some of the tears away. “I’ve just got something in my eyes. Maybe it’s too cold in here.”

“Are you sure? You don’t seem...” Thea frowns and turns to look around, see if anyone’s looking at them. Of all the places to lose your cool at, a grocery store is probably not the most gracious. Outside a club would be better, or at a park. At this hour, it’s all drunks anyway. “Let’s just-- let’s buy whatever you were going to buy over here and then I can drive you home, yeah? Or you can stay over at my place, if you can’t go home.” She nods, grabbing both pints of ice cream and putting them with the rest of her stuff in her basket.

[poeguesquadron2]

mythology meme - two objects - pandora’s box

But the woman took the lid off the big jar with her hands

and scattered all the miseries that spell sorrow for men.

Only Hope was left there in the unbreakable container,

stuck under the lip of the jar, and couldn’t fly out:

the woman clamped the lid back on the jar first,

all by the plan of the Aegisholder, cloud-herding Zeus.

[sofiacsource]

Sofia Carson - Ins and Outs of Sofia Carson: Part One

[crawfordthea]

dera-mcclery:

Location: Abandoned House Date: june 12th, 1:17 Status: closed @crawfordthea​ Prompt: ♖ thea and dera try to break into a place in the middle of the night.

Like in all older towns there were a variety of dilapidated houses with their share of stories speckled about. As a child she would listen to all the urban myths that children would whisper to each other in hushed tones, even if most turned out to be fake. As she grew, her attention drifted from what other children said, to what adults whispered. Bad luck resonated around this house they said. Five couples in seven years, had to be some kind of record they said. Naturally all of this made Dera fascinated. The last couple had moved there to live out their retirement, but had sadly died of old age within a year of moving in. It was the exact type of place that Ghost Hunters would be interested in, making it the place that Dera wanted to be in. It was on the market again for sale and during an open house Dera had taken the time to scope the old place out. She had made sure a second story window was unlocked, and just hoped that the realtor didn’t notice when they were locking up.

After the disaster that was the Miss Mount Wells Pageant, Dera decided that her and Thea needed to spend some time together and communing with spirits seemed like a perfect excuse. Dera wasn’t the type of person to force people to talk, so she wasn’t going to push Thea into a conversation about what happened, but some time together would do them both good. It started with a series of incessant texts to Thea, and then she showed up on Thea’s doorstep at one in the morning. She rapped her knuckles on the door, “Thea!” She called, “Thea, I need you! It’s time to go break into private property!” 

“Oh for fuck’s sake...” Thea sits up, taking off her cooling mask and moving to the front door. She’s been avoiding texts and people as much as she could all day, trying to ignore whatever fake concerned probably mocking shit people sent her way. Because they’re going to forget about her going to jail anyway, people in this town always do. They might not be interesting enough to have big scandals like this one every weekend, but they are boring enough to have other things to worry about. Like their jobs, or their scholarships, or their business, or their whatever the hell people who spent as much time as Sebastian from The Little Mermaid on the beach did.

“Okay, okay! I’m coming!” She laughs and shakes her head, grabbing her backpack and swinging it over her shoulder. Probably not the best idea for her to break the law right after she was caught breaking the law, but who cares about smart ideas. Dera and her have been doing this for ages and they’ve never been caught; and if someone ever saw them, they didn’t get reported either. It’s as safe as staying in their own homes. “Did you send like 40 messages, by the way?” Thea opens her door to let her in and steps aside, “Because I haven’t opened any, but I’m not that popular to get 40 messages in one day. Maybe Amanda sent a few, though, I probably should’ve checked.” She shrugs. “Do you need me to pack food? I didn’t have anything ready for this kind of mission, so now you have the benefit of picking what I pack.”

[crawfordthea]

thezacharybailey:

Zac is passionate, he always has been, and he isn’t afraid to show it. The moment he notices she’s relaxing into the kiss, his other arm snakes around her waist, pulling her even closer. Some place behind them, a loud cheer suddenly erupts. Damn, he hopes Rhiannon isn’t here, or none of these people dare to tell her about this. Otherwise, Thea is fucked. She’s the sheriff’s daughter, though, so that must give her some kind of protection, right? Or maybe he just doesn’t care that much. Both his hands move to her hips, asking for silent permission to move forward. “Nice.” He whispers, pulling back but only a few inches. “My friends are over there. Do you want to go meet them?” Never for even a second he stops to think she might be with someone else there, some of her own friends. They’re not as important as he is after all, right?

She’s pretty sure she’s either dreaming or high. Or maybe both, although that might not work as well as it sounds it would. But she’s kissing Zac so it’s not like she’s really thinking about it that much. “Mmm,” Thea smiles and nods even though she’s not really listening, or opening her eyes, or breathing probably. Maybe she is, she’s not sure honestly. “Wait, what?” Something about friends... and... something about how he’s still super close to her and nobody came to murder her yet, so that means Rhiannon isn’t around, and neither are any of the band’s groupies. And if they are around, either they didn’t see them or they’re thinking of where to hide her body in a few hours. But it’s fine, it’s worth it. “Oh! I, um, yeah totally. That would be great.”

[crawfordthea]

pxmegranates:

“Okay.”, Denna replies, leaving any second part of that sentence lingering in silence. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Thea has something up her sleeve, and that there is no way she’s being this nice for no reason. Still, she doesn’t let her paranoia get the best of her and climbs into the taxi. As soon as the other girl speaks again though, she realises she’s fallen into a trap. Thea’s address is not that close to her home, but it’s actually on the way, so at least that’s something. “What things?”, is the first thing she says. “Uhm, fine, I guess? What about yours?” Bad question, journalist. 

“Several things. You know, the pageant gala was a big event after all, a lot of things happened,” Thea crosses her legs and turns, flipping her hair. “Oh you know, post jail back pain. But I mean, out of all the you would know, since you put me there and all,” she sighs, then glares with a smile. “But you know, enough about me-- fine doesn’t seem like a good enough answer, to be honest. How’s the Arlington kid doing? Big move on your part, by the way, talk about sleeping your way to the top. You didn’t even try the nobodies with good connections, went straight ahead to one of the biggest fishes in town. And in secret, on top of it all, because if there’s something they would like it’s that kind of mystery. Congratulations.” Thea puts her hands together and silently claps. “That might not last very long, though. Since, you know, I know now.”

[crawfordthea]

rhiannonhebert:

Rhiannon doesn’t bat an eye at the suddenly very small girl stuttering beside her (though it was absolutely her intention to achieve this effect). She already had a vendetta against the girl, simply due to the fact that she was cute –the Zac interest simply pushed it over the top. “Sure.” It’s quick, like a bowling ball slipping out of your hand. She hands Thea the drink, assuming she would continue standing there waiting for her own. “While you’re here I guess we should discuss what kind of work you can do for me –well Reach Out and Read.” Technically. “I’ll be over there.” She points vaguely to the right side of the room, taking her drink back without warning (could she really handle two at once?) 

Right okay, so, what she needs is to get Hannibal Barbie on her good side, then she’ll be good. It can’t be that hard. “You got it,” Thea smiles and nods, orders herself a latte because it’s the quickest thing they can make and she doesn’t want to keep Rhiannon waiting, and then heads towards their table. Maybe it will be that hard, considering she’s not even letting her play her best attempt at Hollywood assistant on the case, but she’ll get herself out of this one somehow. She’s done it before. “Sorry um, you wanted to talk about the work thing, right? I’m totally open and ready for that, absolutely. Oh! And I got you a muffin, if... you want it, I guess. It’s okay if you don’t.”

[c-sand]