* 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 .

it's a 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 . 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐡 for mysticroleplay

[brittany-murphy]

[shoelight]

cop: can you describe the guy who stabbed you

me: yeah he was not very friendly

[lifeinpoetry]

I have never been allowed to be holy, / I have never been forgiven for wanting.

Gwen Benaway, from “Boys,” Holy Wild (via lifeinpoetry)

[lukecrain-archive-deactivated20]

I don’t like people who are quick to judge. You meet some very judgmental types in this industry. We’re floating in a fishbowl of labels. That’s dangerous, yeah. There’s lots of facets to people, that’s what we as actors are trying to explore. So it kind of goes against the grain of what we’re doing.

[dawnbroke]

*  FT.  HANA SATO  &  RILEY JACKSON .

when : halloween night , 12pm !

where : everly farm !

 “ i came here for the cider , and to watch OTHER people carve the pumpkins . “ hana finds herself saying , as she stares at the pumpkin before her . IT’S HUGE AND UNTOUCHED . she’s got a carving knife in her hand , and has no idea where to start  , or how to . she’s never been a pumpkin carver . honestly , she’s never even TRIED . “ is that still an option ? to drink the cider and watch YOU TWO carve the pumpkin’s instead ? i mean , are we even sure i should be holding a knife ? i once cut myself with a teaspoon . it was quite an extraordinary feat . “ she glances over to riley , then to suraj . both of them look far too happy and satisfied here , to be carving , in comparison to hana . maybe because both of them would actually be GOOD at it .  “ i saw people riding around in the tractor before ! doesn’t that look fun ? i think that looks fun . “ she really is trying to wrangle her way out of this , any way she possibly can .

An exasperated and dramatic sigh is released: one fit perfectly, Riley believes, in response to the dramatic exclamation made by Hana. In the short time that they had known the couple, these two had become something akin to family to Riley. What better way to show those feelings than, as any healthy family ( they assumed ) did, throw it right back at her? “Could you be any more dramatic? Come on! You just have to… I don’t know… close your eyes and be the knife, embody the knife, feel the knife! My Jack O’lantern looks like Freddy Krueger’s newest victim, but who cares. We can go on a cute little family tractor ride and sing Monster Mash after you finish your pumpkin. Except… ground rules now: I sit between you two, and if there’s any smoochin’, it’s you two kissin’ my cheeks. I cannot be that close to true love, or I fear I will start having dreams of my potentially finding own soulmate, and no one wants that. Pretty sure it’s the antichrist if it’s anybody.” // @dawnbroke​

                   ❛  BE  THE  KNIFE ?  that sounds kind of  —  sinister .  ❜    he’s thoroughly focused at the task at hand  -  still perfecting the curves  &  outlines of something supposedly tim burton inspired .  to be honest  ,  HE had never carved pumpkins either .  he was more accustomed to the more conventional ways of creativity  ,  like acrylic paint  &  clay  -  but he thinks  (  THINKS .  )  he’s got it down  ,  for the most part   -  pumpkin pressed into his lap  &  knife struggling to shape teeth .  he spares a glance towards hana  ,  a smile pulling at his lips.   ❛  they’re kind of right  ,  though  —  come on !  all you have to do is start with the  —  uh  ,  hat first  .  .  the lid . ❜   he gestures vaguely in a circle above his own  ,  although any helpfulness is questionable when he’s so engaged with the task at hand  -  already moving on to perfecting the edges  ,  but he makes sure to lean across to pat hana’s knee in gentle reassurance  ,  something that says  :  you can do it  ,  babe !    ❛  oh  ,  but we want that for you  ,  rils .  ❜  playful humor interlaces into his tone  ,  nudging riley’s shoulder with his own .  ❛  hana could have you set up with blind dates every night for the next month —  you’d find your soulmate by thanksgiving  ,  christmas tops . ❜  he returns back to his pumpkin  ,  rotating it to focus more intricately on the eyes this time .  ❛  and besides  ,  we don’t approve of the antichrist . ❜      /    *  @ohtragcdy​  !

[dawnbroke]

*  FT.  ohtragcdy​ .

// * ft @dawnbroke​ !!!

when : night of halloween  , 8pm !

where : outside sea of ink !

  “ SHOULD WE GET MATCHING TATTOO’S ? “ hana asks , a bit too excitedly . she’s clinging to suraj’s arm , pressing kisses to his cheek and chin . she’s only slightly tipsy . SEA OF INK is the second stop in her halloween journey of the night . . but the cocktails at moonie’s were so delicious ( and definitely strong ) . “ you look so good  . you always look so good . “ she finds herself adding . “ we could have killed it at the matching couple costume , but i was worried that’d be too much for our first halloween here . do you know what i mean ? like . people don’t know us yet . and like , what if one of us got lost ? then the entire costume would make NO SENSE . “ if anybody was going to get lost , it was most likely hana , who was known for disappearing on night’s out. “carolina would do an AMAZING tattoo for us , i just know it . “ she’s swinging her arms out wide , narrowly missing hitting a person standing nearby . “ isn’t this amazing ? the whole town went so completely FULL HALLOWEEN . it’s amazing . i’ve never seen anything like this . “ she rests her head on suraj’s shoulder , still in awe as she looks around at the intricate decorations and spooky music playing distantly . “ i’m meeting up with those really nice girls i told you i met before . emilia and ella ? we’re going to have some drinks at boo’s and booze . you should come ! riley will be there too , and we love riley . they’re incredibly talented and super nice ! “ hana comes home every night with a new story about a new townsperson , she’s sure , but suraj has always been the best listener of anyone she knew . she looks at her fiancee again , and honest-to-god falls in love all over again . she’s reaching up and pressing a kiss to his lips this time , soft , and chaste , but OH , SHE’S SO IN LOVE . “ hi . “ she whispers , against his lips . “ i think i forgot to say that part first . “

                                                  SHOULD  WE  GET  MATCHING  TATTOO’S ?  she says  ,  and suraj physically gives a double take  —  practically recalls  ,  although he doesn’t know why that SURPRISES him  -  why she still manages to surprise him after so many years  ,  right when he thinks she no longer can  —  the way she slides in and out of this world  ,  never straying too far but consistently moving  :  a free bird you can’t help but admire from afar  ,  and fly alongside when you can .  (  she’s INSPIRING.  no  -  more than inspiring  -  she’s breath-taking to him in every way .  )   ❛  hm  —  ❜   he glances towards displays of sketches bordering the exterior or sea of ink  ,  peeking out between extravagant halloween decorations and shades of BLACKS  &  ORANGES  ,  he taps against the glass  -  hovering over one specifically .  ❛  the penguin dressed as a devil ? totally us  -  or were you thinking the cat disguised the ghost ?  ❜  she’s already been hitting up the cocktails  ,  he can tell  -  the way her thoughts flit from one thing to another instantaneously  ,  in a SPECIFIC way that is different from the usual one .  in the way that he almost has to remind her to breath  —  although  ,  he has a theory that it’s everyone else that is stuck going too slow  ,  and hana sato is the one at just the right speed .  his attention returns to her  -  fingers reaching out towards cheeks decorated with dripping black .  ❛  and you  .  .  .  you look beautiful .  slightly TERRIFYING  ,  but  —  ❜   lips quirk at the edges  ,  hands falling to her waist now  - already anticipating the impending disaster that might occur from the way she is moving so abruptly  &  everyone else is leaning to veer past her rampant movements  ,  completely unacknowledged by some so fixated on her train of thought .  (  OH  ,  how he loved that mind .  )  he pulls her slightly towards him  ,  just in time  -  before she almost collides with another human completely .  ❛  i should come  —  you enjoy your time with those girls  ,  and i will go bother riley .  ❜   (  and by BOTHER  , he means act like overbearing support  ,  of course !  )   dark hues return to hers again  ,  and he cant help but grow LOST in the depths of her own  —  of endless streams  ,  of endless love and passion and everything he falls deeper and deeper within with each day . OH  ,  HE’S SO IN LOVE .   ❛  i think you did  ,  but i’ll totally take these instead .  ❜  he murmurs between a growing smile  ,  pressing a kiss to her lips  ,  and another to her cheek  ,  and another to her jaw  ,  before letting out an inflated sigh  -  taking a moment to glance across her shoulder for emphasis .   ❛  but listen  ,  my  .  .  . uh  —  fiancé is around here somewhere though  ,  and if she sees this ?  whew  ,  we’re done for .  ❜

[dawnbroke]

closed  starter  for  :  @forresteverly​ !

when  :  october 31st  ,  2pm.

where  :  everly family farm.

                          ❛  so  ,  if i carve your face specifically on a pumpkin  ,  does that get me extra brownie points or ?  ❜  suraj PREFERS this  -  out of all places he has planned on his spooky agenda  ,  he’s finding this venue to be his favourite   —   day light  &  fresh air  ,  as well as a courageous attempt to step out of his bubble in the form of swapping paint brushes  &  sketch books for orange vegetables  &  downright murder of them .  he sobers into a light - hearted smile at the familiar face  (  it didn’t take long for him to find BRIGHT NEON GREEN  among the crowds  -  just look for the abundance of children that seemed to flock to him with utter excitement .  )   he gestures towards lines of pumpkins awaiting to be knifed and carved and completely GUTTED .  (  poor things .  )   ❛  come on  ,  be honest  ,  i can totally rig this in my favour  ,  RIGHT ?  ❜   he’s carrying an apple cider in both hands  ,  and he extends an arm out in offering  -  cup steaming within his palm .  ❛  in case you needed it  —  or as an act of bribery  ,  who knows .  ❜

[dawnbroke]

❛  he smiled understandingly  -  much more than understandingly. it was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it  ,  that you may come across four or five times in life .  it faced  —  or seemed to face  —  the whole eternal world for an instant  ,  and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor . it understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood  ,  believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself  ,  and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that  ,   at your best  ,  you hoped to convey .  ❜    —  the great gatsby  ,  f. scott fitzgrald .

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐊𝐇 𝐚𝐬  .  .  .  𝑱𝑨𝒀 𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑺𝑩𝒀 .

if suraj is . . . honest ,  he procrastinated this costume until the very last moment and then panicked because ‘ 𝐎𝐇 ! 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 ?? ’  dressed as mr. gatsby from the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald  ,  his costume consists of an off - white suit with a yellow striped tie  &  matching pocket square  ,  as well as a wooden cane .  (  he is also only sipping from cocktail glasses  ,  thank u  -  dont offer him anything else  ,  it’ll mess with his VIBE . )  will be making appearances everywhere at some point or another for the Festivities  &  to fan over decorations  ,  but primary plans are  :  everly farm  ,  town hall  ,  booze  &  boo’s  ,  and ending his night with mara’s murder mystery party ! 

[hjarta-deactivated20260124]

good morning dev patel nation

[weltenwellen]

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

[dawnbroke]

*  FT.  ohtragcdy​. 

@mysticstarter​ !!!

location : rosie’s dinner

status : open to all

  “ the question is WHAT am i going to dress up as for halloween ? “ hana muses aloud , throwing her hands up in the air in frustration . she’s always gone all out when it comes to costumes , designs , and outfits in general . this is the first time and the year she’s really been stuck in a rut . her mind is BLANK , and nothing seems quite good enough . “ it’s my first halloween in mystic , and it HAS to be a good one . making an impression is important .  preferably a GOOD impression … i was considering like …bent-neck lady . haunting of hill house . but , like , that would hurt my neck after a while , you know ? and then wigs are SO ITCHY , but so many outfits and costume’s NEED the wig or it’s just not COMPLETE , you know ? “ she’s speaking quite quickly , having just downed her 5th coffee for the day . spread out before her are her about a DOZEN material swatches of differing shades of white , and a thick scrapbook overflowing with SAMPLE PHOTOS that numerous photographer’s have supplied her over the years ( picking a wedding photographer  for clients is equally as important and HARD as picking the actual bouquet of flowers  , or wedding venue , after all ) . hana shakes her head , sighing loudly and over-dramatically . GRIN IS STILL EVER PRESENT ON HER FEATURES . “ so , like , if you have ANY idea’s  . . now is the time to speak up . even if you think it’s the dumbest idea in the world . look at me . . i’m a woman DESPERATE . “ 

                             ❛  i like alabaster  ,  or white dove  —  white dove is nice.  ❜    a finger extends to tap the swatches in front of hana  ,  a silent plea to veer this subject somewhere safer.  like  ,  for instance  ,  colour swatches  ;  colour swatches he can definitely deal with  —  OH  , THE DREADED QUESTION :  halloween costumes  ,  even worse  :  their halloween costumes .  it’s not that he has a distaste for the holiday  ,  just that he has SO MUCH on his mind that the concept of halloween seemed insignificant  (  dare he say it.  )  a mere speck in a whirlwind of thoughts .  BUT ALAS !  there was no holding miss hana sato back once she put that extraordinary mind to something  -  not chains  ,  nor anchors  ,  nor any obstacle you presented her with.  (  one of the many things he loved about hana sato was her everything  —her undeterred resilience in the face of PASSION somewhere on the never - ending list.  )  suraj listens to every word  ;  letting out a ‘ hm ’ of encouragement whenever he can slide one in.  he’s sketching cranes on the back of the diner check as he absorbs it all  ,  waiting until she’s finished her trail of thought before emitting the response of pure child-like protest  —  a playful groan as he buries his head into her shoulder  ,  muffling the words he speaks.   ❛  what if we just .  .  .  skip halloween this year ?  ❜  he knows the reception he’ll get from that one  ,  and he’s only partly joking  - PARTLY.  he presses his lips to her skin  ,  a kiss that lingers briefly before he remerges  ,  hands flattening with sudden zeal against the table top.   ❛  okay . . okay  ,  no  ,  what if  —  you go as the gorgeous wedding planner  ,  who just moved to town with the really handsome  ,  utterly charming  ,  fiancé ?  ❜   there’s a grin growing across his features  ,  and he taps the side of his crown for emphasis.  ❛  convenient  ,  clever  ,  AND costume optional. ❜

[shesnake]

Dev Patel in The Wedding Guest (2018) dir. Michael Winterbottom

[dawnbroke]

*  FT.  isabcldelmar​ .

place & time: mystic coastline, 10pm to: anyone! @mysticstarter​

The phone call had left Isabel feeling less than thrilled. It was an odd thing; she felt remorse for her father, of course, he being in this void - endless, pitch black…empty (was that how she pictured it?) not dead but he may as well have been, except - she didn’t feel the overwhelming grief, the push, the one she felt so many years ago when she lost her mother and brother. It felt like the weight of an ocean wave, not a New England wave, those puny things - but a wave in the tropics that held so much force in it’s laps, it’s pushing and pulling that you’d almost always lose control of your own body - that kind of wave. But then again, part of her wondered if he had died or if he were already dead, would she even feel the grief? Would she cry? Be relieved? She hated thinking about it. It made her feel as if any time she did, she’d been inviting his passing like an old friend, because truly, that’s what death felt like - just an old, unwarranted friend.

And if she let that happen, the guilt would find itself rooting in her, its roots becoming her veins - a part of her. But she refused it, and refused the thought of his passing, that had been the reason why she found herself at the coastline beach, after all - with nothing but a sundress beneath the moonlight, sporting an olive-green cardigan atop it, too large for her small frame, and knitted from wool, her brown islander skin still not used to the cold Mystic nights. She held a bottle of wine from some vineyard in Massachusetts as she removed her sneakers, bare feet making their way through the sand before finding her place near the water, where she sat herself down, listening to the gentle lapping of the waves.

                                 SOMETIMES  MYSTIC  IS  HARD  TO  fall asleep to   —   strange place  ,  stranger noises  ,  strangest nights that seem endless  ,  and darker than what he’s used to   -  he blames the lack of buzzing nightlife  -  all that noise pollution that people cursed for existing.  suraj is still getting used to this  ,  to everything  -  to new home  ,  new place  ,  new people  -  and sometimes mystic is hard to fall asleep to  ;  like a song playing softly from another room  ,  but enough to keep you alert  -  enough to keep you eager to learn and explore and wonder until it satisfies the beast enough to fall peacefully  —  he doesn’t have antidotes  ,  only ways to keep his mind from wandering too far into the nights  ;  with a sketch book in tow  ,  and a million ideas buzzing in his head.  QUIET PLACES to sit cross - legged and harvest every concept into charcoal  &  lines.  the sound of waves crashing somewhere out on the shores  &  rocky coves helps  ,  the same way the sand feels slipping beneath his bare toes  &  the way the wind bites at his skin and chills him to the bone  ,  causing him to pull his jacket tighter around him  ——  he’s expecting VACANCY  ,  not a soul to be seen but whatever is lingering beyond this coast  ;  the shadowed figure is entirely unexpected  ,  and he squints against the dark to try and make it out through the murkiness.   ❛  hey  —  ❜  sketch book tucked tightly under the crook of his arm  ,  he stands a few feet back  -  shifting from foot to foot to beat away the cold winds  ;  concern lacing its way into his tone  -  into the crease between his brows  ,  and the way he tilts his head to see if he can spot anguish here.  (  although  ,  he seems to feel anguish EVERYWHERE in mystic  ,  everywhere he goes it’s like a dead weight pulling the town deeper down.  )   ❛  hey  , are you okay ?  pretty cold out . ❜

[sharkchunks]

[hawkaye]

Nicky being positive/optimistic

[mcgyllenhaal-blog1]

@majestic_nelson: That one time Nelson crashed a photoshoot during a pee break and met Dev Patel