*☾ × ❝ ғᴇᴀʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ. 】

fear is DARK but i am a L A N T E R N, shining up like coins in a fountain. HOPE is a tree, sitting on a mountain where the grass don’t grow. there’s a sad old sea but i am an ISLAND, wild and F R E E like the hills in the HIGHLANDS. { h o p e } is a breeze that brings me back to dry land where the flowers GROW. +var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5283096"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); -------------------------------------------------     cressida monroe wang; innocent.

[marisvl-blog]

“all of you can stop pretending like you actually cared for tanya. the only thing we should be worrying about is, who killed her. now, this could go both ways. we could pull a scooby doo and try to figure out who killed her, or be like those white teens and wander around looking for something, or someone. maybe, this is just a huge prank. thoughts?”

[cressidv-blog]

“my, aren’t you a nice shade of emotionally prepared tonight? might wanna start pretending you have feelings, mar... before people start getting suspicious, y’ken? i’m not going to CRY for her, but i might shed a few tears for myself.”

[libcrality-blog]

the slim brunette slide down a brick structure that STUNG her exposed skin like ice. but she was numb to the chill, immune to her prickling goosebumps and (shivering frame). the sour stench of DEATH reeked her nostrils while the palatable taste of copper coated her mouth as her teeth sliced through her lower lip. “h-how is nobody freaking out?” she stuttered her murky hues wide with alarm. 

[cressidv-blog]

it wasn’t that cressida enjoyed other’s turmoil, she just knew her effect was less than comforting. for a solid minute, she stood silent and pretended to mind her own business as everyone else sought solace in their clique. it was only when she realized no one else moved to help erin she began to gush, “it’s okay. i mean, obviously, it’s not. but, still... i’m sure someone has it under control. c’mon, freaking out isn’t going to do any good... right? ACCIDENTS happen all the time, i think.”

[mvndes-blog]

“you’re a pretty wild girl. indecisive?” he arched a brow. “nah, darling, with this attitude, i can go anywhere. we can leave this city anytime but we’re still here, hm? we’re not going to die, honey. we’re just IDIOTIC COWARDS.”

[cressidv-blog]

“and you’re off your bloody rocker, so what?” eyes zeroed in on the other’s face, cressida startled to note that she could probably believe damien was behind tanya’s death if she wanted to. “that’s the secret to survival, is it? if i’d known we were about to start dropping like flies, i would’ve invested in an RV. god, robin williams was so funny in that movie... nevermind! i’m moving to california tomorrow. sunshine sounds nice.”

[cressidv-blog]

@fawx: @golfwang this is so !!!

@golfwang: @fawx pple at home probably think this is a lit party

@golfwang: @fawx like it IS but someone also maybe died so

[mvndes-blog]

“dude, this party so wild. it was a MESS from the start because that tanya chick cancelled her party because no one even knew she existed but now she’s D E A D. holy shit, i’m livin’ right now. i took some PICS, wanna see ‘em?” 

[cressidv-blog]

“GROSS, show me.” ——— “hey... i haven’t seen too many horror movies, but i’m pretty sure with that attitude, you won’t be livin’ for too long. it doesn’t help that you’re not—holy shit, damien... we’re both going to DIE!”

[frcmashess]

“This has got to be some kind of a SICK joke. This CAN’T be happening.”

[cressidv-blog]

“obviously, right? like, very funny, tanya. you wanna help me hoist that THING up? i bet it’s one of those dummies from the freshman health classes covered in ketch... up. oh, shit. you okay?”

[cressidv-blog]

@fawx: uhhhh yIkes???

@golfwang: @fawx dude!!!

[fallonfcxjr-blog]

“are you kidding me? hell yeah, i’d swing by. gizmo impressions, being in the woods in such a sensitive time whilst being under an actual threat of an actual unknown assassin out there? count me in. with your s a v a g e s of lino art class kids — hey, in fact. i can blow this shit up for you, if you want.”

[cressidv-blog]

“don’t get too excited, jimmy. i’d hate to see you ejac all over yourself again. you’ve gotta be running out of clean pants, right? hey, do whatever you want! no, wait. do whatever you want, as long as it won’t get me in trouble with the cops. i know what you do in your spare time, buddy. i still think you should invest in, like, call of duty, or something.”

[libcrality-blog]

“wait- what? i’m sorry but you speak really fast. it’s IMPRESSIVE but woah. um yeah i’d be up for a game of assassins. we should play it with water balloons though, just for a added level of fun yah know? and yeah the gremlins are alright in a creepy kind of way.” 

[cressidv-blog]

“that is genius. seriously, even i wouldn’t have thought of that.... and i think of everything! literally everything. except water balloons, apparently. alright in a creepy way? that’s going straight into my tinder bio. i still want one, though. i think they’re cute. i feel like a little mogwai gremlin would really bring out those maternal instincts i probably have hidden somewhere.”

[malaleeds-blog]

“you know what? i’m not entirely sure how i’m meant to answer any of what you just said because it all went by so quickly. do people ever tell you that you ramble? a lot? cause honestly love, i’m not sure how you managed to cram all of that into just a few breaths. my brain is still trying to catch up.”

[cressidv-blog]

“yep! three times a day. at least. i like to think of myself as rather eloquent, just in a really, really fast way. you ever played one of those nintendo brain training games? that’s me, but with legs. if i can come up with so many unique thoughts in such a short amount of time, you should be able to comprehend them.”

[marisvl-blog]

“i never really know what you’re talking about, and i don’t understand sometimes either. so, you know, we should probably talk about something else. like, i don’t know, i had a pretty stressful day. i had to do adult things, like set up a doctor appointment for myself. and, guess what? i even thought about applying for a job, but then i realized there’s no point. my parents pay for everything, anyway. hope tomorrow is better, though.”

[cressidv-blog]

“sounds rough, lady. what’s the appointment for? webmd has made me pretty good at diagnosing shit. you see, i’ve finally got wifi at my place, but  i still can’t afford to see a doctor. maybe i should apply for that job... though, it still might be a good idea for you to go for it. a little experience never hurt anyone. i mean, i just used my parents at references. farm perks.”

[edwardccllen-deactivated2016050]

“–––cress, i know you mean well, but that’s… look, there’s a very good reason that some people don’t think it’s a good idea.” tristan was well aware of the fact that he was using his overly-patient ‘talking to a toddler’ tone (one he often used with cress especially) but he couldn’t bring himself to whip up any false enthusiasm over this of all things. with a sigh, he held the flyer back out as if returning it to her. “if we put our heads together, we can think of something fun to do that doesn’t involve… that won’t upset anyone.” after a pause, his brow furrowed. “wait, what’s gremlins?”

[cressidv-blog]

“oh, come on...  we won’t even play with weapons. look at this,” wedging the stack of paper under her arm before snatching back the first flyer, cressida tore it in half with little care, “now it doesn’t even say assassin. ‘battle royal’ doesn’t sound so bad, does it? i deserve this after the great flash mob flop of fifteen.” a piqued look crossed her face at the question, voice raising even louder as she responded, “you don’t know what gremlins is? that’s weird. especially considering you kind of look like a mogwai.”

[frcddies]

Her blue eyes then looked over at the flyer that the other girl was showing her and nodded in agreement. She can be a little critiquing when it comes to these things but truly, Ramona did like how the flyer turned out. “Yeah, I think it looks pretty good.” She said, looking up at the girl. “I’ve seen gremlins, of course. I can’t think of anyone who haven’t yet. Poor things, if that’s their case.” Ramona went on, smiling as the girl kept talking. “If I may say so, it has been quite a long time but I can’t be so sure if I can swing by but I’ll try, alright? No promises.”

[cressidv-blog]

“who knows, perhaps i’ll host a gremlins marathon afterwards,” cressida stopped to stare beyond the other for a few moments, trying to remember the state she’d left her apartment in. “nope, i’d have to clean my place. that effort could be better spent elsewhere. no promises, got it. i feel like all responses lack promise these days. what do the kids call it? fear of missing out? sometimes i get a bad case of fomo, myself... like, when i think about all the fun people are having at real college. y’know what i mean? but then, on the other hand, college students have to wake early in the morning, and shit. i can’t remember the last time i woke up before noon...”

[augureyhq-blog]

“ ooh i am loving the colour scheme! ” amelle awed, gazing upon the flyer. she rolled her eyes as cressida went on to mention the possibility of the game being ‘ insensitive. ’ “ pfft. don’t be silly - it’s a great idea ! i’m down, anyway ! ” the blonde turned to her friend, a look of excitement flashing across her eyes. “ of course i’ve seen gremlins ! anyway, now that you ask- it has been too long since i’ve been out in those beautiful woods. of course you can count on me to come ! ”

[cressidv-blog]

“yep! who knew those color theory classes would be so useful. i mean, i was just looking for something to do on thursday nights. now? now i have a promising future in invitations. invitation making? whatever you call it, that’s what i’m going to do.” eyes lit, cressida spoke without prudence. “really? no alien theories to chase in the woods? i’ve got six free days this week, i’ll find some time to mow crop circles in my parents’ yard just for you. investigate that. you’ll have to pretend i didn’t tell you first, though. i’m pretty sure druids use common rue to clear the mind. i’ll see if i can find some of that while ruining my crops. hey! maybe i could be an invitation making witch.”

[hbuevie-blog]

“the flyer looks amazing, but, i–i think your timing could have been better. and i have seen gremlins, with my niece once. i’m pretty sure that little seven year old was more scared than me… but–can you explain to me what 'assassin’ is? i don’t think i’ve ever played, nor have i been chased through the woods. i mean the woods are great and everything, but i’ve never heard of that game.”

[cressidv-blog]

“unfortunately, there’s never really a good time for anything. this world is too unpredictable. i learned that lesson from eddie murphy’s haunted mansion. ah, the haunted mansion... another movie that will make your niece shit herself, if that’s useful information. assassin is kind of like a big ass game of tag where everyone is ‘it’. it’s real fun, but super time consuming. i figured a months notice would be fair warning, as long as i remember to send out reminders on facebook. you know, i must’ve invited fifty people to my nineteenth birthday; fifty people said they were coming. fourteen people showed up, the rest forgot. going on three years later and i’m still eating the leftover cake. i mean, not really, ‘cause that would be gross. but, life. you get it.”

[frcmashess]

“It might be in POOR TASTE but most things are these days.” Tyler commented dryly as he inspected the flyer she was going on about. It wasn’t badly designed, was actually pretty good if he was being honest, but playing assassins wasn’t on his to-do list. Not now, not ever. “I think I’ll pass, but good luck with that,” he paused, giving her a once over, “and try to breathe more. I’m concerned for you.”

[cressidv-blog]

“well, it wasn’t intentional. playground rules applied, i don’t have to apologize.” fingers crossed on her free hand, raised like some kind of backwards spock. “what’s the issue? you got plans four weeks from now? don’t rule it out yet. boredom can kill, you know? science is nuts. cop this—hold on,” cressida stopped herself suddenly to force a deep, dramatic breath. repeating, “cop this: we're more bacteria than we are human. like, cell wise. interesting, huh?”

[davidlowery]