[eastrnhighway]

#EASTRNHIGHWAY ━━━━━━━━   written  by  mackenzie,  for  irvinghq  .  wanted  connections  .  muse  bio’s  .

[tessgifs]

[eastrnhighway]

ncbodyshome​.

Magda didn’t really get sad, in the traditional sense. Or maybe she’d just fucked with her brain enough that it didn’t know how to process it, calcified tears in her tummy instead of letting them out, hard and milky as a swallowed set of baby teeth. She’d felt them chattering, that morning, conscious, for once, in the clear light of day, that she contained something other than silence, so she’d texted Enzo to meet. “I’ll strike a…” she signed, squinting into the distance a second as her memory failed her – rare, for Magda, a human encyclopaedia – before finishing up, “…deal.” She paused. “For the iPad.” Magda hadn’t even considered what she’d ask for, prior to arrival. She didn’t particularly want anything, that she could think of. Studying him a second, Magda shrugged a shoulder after deciding, an uncharacteristic note of laughter snagged at the back of her throat – she’d thought of Otis, the perturbed look on their face when she snatched their shirt like a cat grabbing a kitten by the scruff of it’s neck. “I want the shirt off your back.” 

there  were  people  enzo  didn't  quite  understand  ----  not  that  he  understood  much  in  the  traditional  sense,  mostly  filing  things  away  in  his  spongebob-cartoon-like  office  in  his  brain.  facts  and  habits  and  people's  names  and  their  mothers  names,  all  up  in  there.  to  be  pulled  out  at  a  later  date.  magda  is  one  of  them  -  her  file  is  a  bit  barren.  enzo  doesn't  know  much  about  her  beyond  their  interactions  ..  not  quite  an  open  book  as  some  of  irving's  other  residents,  and  he's  not  sure  if  that's  a  good  or  a  bad  thing.  he's  never  been  a  true  people  person.  his  head  tilts  at  the  mention  of  a  deal,  unsure  of  exactly  why  there  needs  to  be  one  when  it's  his  anyway.  but  lets  her  continue.  though  his  shirt  is  probably  not  going  to  cut  it  ----  he's  scrawny  and  like,  not  at  all  muscular,  not  to  mention  it'd  be  weirdly  embarrassing  to  run  home  like  that.  without  a  shirt  on.  he  doesn't  even  work  out,  so  he  has  no  idea  how  it's  supposed  to  look  when  they  don't  wear  shirts  while  jogging.  "why  are  you  trying  to  get  me  naked?  that's  gross,  magda.  at  least  take  me  t'dinner  first."  his  own  nose  scrunches  up  at  the  thought.

[eastrnhighway]

eskepple​.

Manny took a quick glance at the woman speaking to him. He took another glance around to make sure she was speaking to him and not someone else. Maybe she had Bluetooth headphones in her ears. Still, he shrugged as she continued to talk. “so,” he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “if you’ve walked around everywhere, where are you walking to now?” As far as he was aware, unless she was resuming her walk in which she had already seemed bored by. “I don’t want to sound… insensitive, but isn’t part of the fun of going places to, you know, go with friends?” As far as he could tell, Emmanuel could tell the girl didn’t seem to have friends. At least none to waster her time with.

“just  …  around,”  is  alexis’  ever-so-eloquent  answer,  knowing  the  answer  is  probably  back  to  her  own  place.  that’s  how  seems  to  be  the  past  few  months.  steps  forward  that  always  lead  her  to  the  same  path  of  loneliness,  back  into  the  confines  of  her  house  by  herself.  it’s  a  sad  routine  that  alexis  is  trying  to  break.  it  doesn’t  seem  to  be  working.  “hard  to  do  when  you  don’t  have  many  friends  to  begin  with,  here,”  snorts  -----  it’s  as  pathetic  tumbling  out  of  her  mouth  as  it  is  just  thinking  it.  god.  “where  are  your  friends?”  at  attempt  to  get  the  topic  off  of  her  lack  of  peers,  and  onto  them,  like  a  shitty  uno  reverse.

[petrifiiedarchive]

“any chance you have any experience with breaking into someone else’s phone? i may have left my ex a drunkenly embarrassing voicemail that needs to disappear pronto.”

@irvingstarters

[eastrnhighway]

“i’m  ninety  percent  sure   that  that’s  illegal,”  not  that  she’s  going  to  snitch  or  anything  ----  as  long  as  it  won’t  get  her  landing  in  jail,  aviva  could  frankly  care  less.  “depends.  what’d  it  say?”  if  she’s  going  to  attempt  to  help,  she  at  least  gets  to  be  nosy.

[eastrnhighway]

sphyrnidaes​.

suspicion is common in the averescu family. even between siblings, it’s difficult to not just assume a malice motive behind genuine concern and love for each other. raphael thinks he’s getting better at easing his own suspicious disposition, but it’s hard when he doesn’t even know how to be genuine or be able to point out what is and isn’t sincere since he’s barely seen it displayed by his own adoptive parents and extended family members. it’s not like he WANTS to not trust his little sister, but even she seems to doubt his words of reassurance. and she isn’t wrong to do so — raphael is known to EXCEL at lying. but, comforting his sister with the truth is his top priority rather than lying to make her keep spiraling. raphael just chuckles at her retort. ❛ ‘cause most people are babies, dev. overly nice and sensitive and shit, ❜ he means to sound shitty — as usual. ❛ some people can handle us and some people just can’t. you’re great and i wouldn’t want anyone else to be my lil’ sister. don’t need to change who you are just to make others happy ‘n fit in. that’s what people wanted US to do, remember ? fuck ‘em. ❜ raphael scoffs. just thinking. ❛ get mom outta your head. ❜

she’s  not  sure  if  it’s  because  feelings  in  and  of  themselves  were  hardly  ever  taught  to  be  dealt  with  in  a  healthy  manner,  or  if  devon  is  so  used  to  pushing  them  aside  and  twisting  them  into  the  wrong  way  of  thinking,  but  there’s  always  a  sinking  feeling  in  her  chest.  deep  -  deep  -  deeper  until  she  reaches  rock  bottom  in  the  soles  of  her  feet,  no  way  to  reach  the  shore  of  what  is  the  actual  intent.  she  wonders  if  he  feels  the  same.  they  don’t  talk,  much,  about  their  time  at  home  -----  or  what  used  to  be  home,  though  she’s  not  entirely  sure  what  to  call  it  now.  part  of  her  wishes  he’d  burnt  it  to  the  ground,  ashes  only  to  remain,  then  maybe  they  could  destroy  the  shitty  memories  to  go  with  it.  yelling.  fighting.  screaming.  crying.  it’s  both  distant  and  happened  yesterday,  foggy  in  the  way  you  feel  when  you  wake  up  after  crying  yourself  to  sleep.  devon  pushes  it  down  to  the  bottom  again,  like  all  the  guilt  and  shame  she  feels  for  not  being  the  daughter  her  mother  wanted.  no  one  asks,  she  doesn’t  answer.  it’s  better  that  way.  “you’re  sensitive,  too,”  he’s  not  and  she  knows  it  —  just  messing  with  him  at  this  point  to  try  and  clear  the  weird  tension  she  brought  to  the  conversation.  “you  sound  like  you’re  talkin’  straight  out  of  a  lifetime  movie  right  now.”  it’s  what  she  was  expecting  anyhow,  and  devon  won’t  mention  the  pride  she  feels  in  her  chest  at  the  words.  it’s  not  like  raph  needs  to  know  that  she  craves  validation  more  than  anything  (  he  probably  does  know,  but  that’s  okay,  as  long  as  he  doesn’t  say  it  aloud  )  .  “she’s  not  in  my  head,”  eyes  roll  like  he  just  said  the  stupidest  thing  in  the  world,  “haven’t  thought  ‘bout  her  since  we  left.”  that’s  a  lie  and  they  both  know  it.

[eastrnhighway]

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[eastrnhighway]

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[reversecreek]

Historically, for Nyla, maintaining friendships or relationships had been the equivalent of trying to braid a jellyfish. Hoodie wasn’t like that, though. In fact, it was actually rather easy with them, though you wouldn’t know it from that moment, over at Hoodie’s, Hoodie having to heimlich Nyla because they’d popped a small glass ornament into their mouth and swallowed. Wriggling around with a choked up squeal of laughter – they felt oddly kin with a guinea pig upon omitting it – Nyla slid back onto their feet through the buckle of Hoodie’s arms, blinking watery eyes to watch the culprit roll to a standstill along worn floorboards. They’d found it randomly in the pocket of their floaty cream dress, tried to eat it with all the impulse control of a dog with nothing behind the eyes. ”Oh, that’s… Didn’t taste… Bad… snack,” they decided, only realising they were still holding Hoodie’s arms around their waist after a prolonged stare at the coughed up “candy”. Rather than let go, they craned to glance at Hoodie over their shoulder, raising an eyebrow that had a random fleck of carpet fluff attached to it. “Why’d y’tell me to eat that?” @eastrnhighway​

[eastrnhighway]

they’re  not  sure  if  nyla  is  always  this  chaotic  or  if  it’s  something  they  put  on  show  for  hoodie,  but  it’s  endearing  all  the  while,  even  if  they  don’t  say  it  aloud.  the  hemlich  thing  isn’t  what  they  were  expecting  -----  good  thing  they  know  it,  thanks  uncle  nick,  or  else  maybe  nyla  would’ve  died.  —  okay  that’s  a  bit  dramatic,  but  it  could’ve  happened!  hoodie  is  nothing  if  not  ever  thinking  of  worst  scenario’s,  and  this  was  the  closest  thing  to  death  he’s  gone  to  in  a  long  time.  “it  nearly  killed  you,”  said  with  conviction  of  a  parent  scolding  their  child,  as  if  an  toddler  and  their  mother  arguing  about  putting  things  in  their  mouth  that  don’t  belong.  it  makes  their  nose  scrunch  in  distaste.  “i  literally  did  not?”  the  sarcasm  goes  right  over  hoodie’s  head,  taking  it  literally.  because  they  truly  don’t  remember  saying  to  eat  it  ----  not  even  as  a  dare.  maybe  they  did.  oh  god.  oh  fuck.  jesus  christ.  “are  you  okay?”

[eastrnhighway]

oceanvd​.

          ❝  bark  ?  like  legitimately  ?  i’ve  heard  it  works  wonders  in  the  bar  scene,  but  on  the  street  they  may  be  more  likely  to  ask  questions.  which  would  defeat  the  purpose.  ❞     but  what  did  she  know,  right  ?  perhaps  she’s  been  missing  out  this  whole  time.     ❝  y’gonna  try  it  ?  ❞

“sure,”  he  shrugs  like  it’s  the  easiest  answer  in  the  whole  world.  was  he  actually  going  to  do  it?  no,  not  entirely,  but  it  could  be  a  bit  funny  when  parents  were  getting  on  his  nerves.  elijah  does  worry  it’ll  backfire  though.  “maybe.  dunno.  think  the  parents  will  like  it  when  i  bark  at  them?”

[stallisource]

MEGAN THEE STALLION 2021 Met Gala

[eastrnhighway]

@calebmontg: I AM A FEMINIST

@calebmontg: I AM A FEMINIST

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@calebmontg: @instagram I AM A FEMINIST

@TOYOTATHON6000: your a weirdo thats what u are

[eastrnhighway]

nathanreddy​.

 it  wasn’t  unusual  for  nathan  to  find  himself  wandering.  his  blemished  white  filas  had  seen  the  side  of  every  road,  yet  found  that  in  the  end  they  really  did  lead  him  nowhere.  he  always  ended  up  back  where  he  started;  stuck  in  cycle  he  couldn’t  find  his  way  out  from.  yet,  whenever  he  had  some  down  time  he’d  always  find  himself  back  on  the  road.  nathan  had  his  head  buried  in  a  paperback  he’d  read  a  thousand  times.  he’d  practically  memorized  the  arguments  made  by  the  great  philosopher  hajime  tanabe,  and  with  each  step  he  took  tried  to  form  counter  arguments  in  his  head.  while  he’s  aware  of  the  other’s  presence  beside  him,  he  doesn’t  pay  her  much  attention  at  first.  to  him,  there’s  no  reason  for  her  to  be  speaking  to  him  so  he  figures  she  must  be  talking  to  someone  else.  however  after  a  beat  of  silence  she  goes  on.  he  lifts  his  head  up  to  focus  on  her  before  looking  around;  she  was  actually  talking  to  him.  “  uh…───  i  don’t  think  i’m  the  expert  on  anything  fun,  sadly.  ”  he  started,  closing  his  book  and  dropping  it  to  his  side  as  he  walked  beside  her.  “  walking  around  in  circles  seems  to  be  my  idea  of  a  good  time.  maybe  you  should  think  about  what  would  be  the  most  fun  thing  for  you  to  do,  and  then  do  the  exact  opposite.  something  about  finding  joy  in  the  places  you  least  expect  it,  or  so  i’m  told.  ”

there  was  one  thing  she  wasn’t  used  to,  even  after  all  this  time:  loneliness.  she  could  feel  alone  in  a  crowded  room,  like  no  one  in  those  hollywood  parties  understood  her  or  her  plight,  but  the  feeling  of  actually  being  alone  with  her  thoughts  is  not  something  she’s  far  interested  in.  it’s  been  happening  too  often  lately.  she  doesn’t  hang  out  with  her  family  like  she  should,  her  friends  wondering  where  she  is,  but  the  soles  of  her  shoes  have  possibly  met  most  of  the  popular  places  in  irving.  alexis  has  gotten  used  to  having  people  at  her  sides  for  hours  a  time,  at  all  times,  never  a  moment  of  peace  unless  she  creates  it  for  herself  —--  which  has  become  almost  a  fear  since  her  move  to  irving.  the  quiet  and  loneliness  has  become  something  like  a  shadow,  following  her  around  wherever  she  went.  “oh?”  eyebrow  quirks  up  a  tad,  head  tilted  in  a  non-characteristic  puppy  manner  at  the  response.  well.  a  light  chuckle  escapes  from  lips  -  as  if  she  hasn’t  done  the  circle  of  familiar  places  (  which,  granted,  isn’t  even  a  forth  of  irving  she’s  sure  )  at  least  five  times  in  the  past  two  days.  desperate  for  company  and  something  to  fill  the  void.  “i  don’t  know  if  that’s  something  that  happens  here,  though.  all  that’s  happened  so  far  is  some  dog  tried  to  bite  me  and  i  got  honked  at  for  jay  walking.  it’s  like,  gilmore  girls  but  way  more  boring.”

[femalestunning]

ZIÓN MORENO

— by Hao Zeng for Flaunt Magazine

[eastrnhighway]

oceanvd​.

          it  is  not  what  she  wanted  to  hear  from  enzo’s  disembodied  voice,  though  she’s  not  at  all  startled  by  his  sudden  appearance.  he  seemed  to  come  and  go  as  he  pleased  and  maggie  welcomed  him  with  open  arms  each  time.     ❝  a  bad  thing  ?  ❞     she  repeats  aloud,  trying  to  determine  if  it  was  something  that  warranted  an  urgentness  she  was  still  not  quite  awake  enough  to  give.  not  that  that  was  saying  much,  considering  her  ideal  hours  of  functioning  wouldn’t  be  for  a  few  more  hours  still.  part  of  her  wants  to  laugh  at  the  absurdity  of  enzo  doing  anything  bad,  certain  that  there  was  nothing  he  could  do  that  could  warrant  such  a  reaction,  but  she  doesn’t.  not  as  he  rounds  the  corner  and  looks  flustered  and  bluey  seems  to  stare  at  her  like  she  should  know  better.  she  begins  signing  before  her  lips  can  catch  up.     ❝  whatever  it  is,  i’m  sure  it’ll  be  fine.  or  we  can  fix  it.  just  tell  me  what  happened.  ❞

there’s  far  worse  things  he  could  do  than  write  a  note.  sure,  there’s  like,  actual  crimes  (  not  that  he  would.  to  be  clear  )  but  this  is  more  personal  than  those,  he  supposes.  it’s  the  kind  of  regret  that’s  funny.  yes,  the  whole  thing  is  his  fault  and  pretty  much  freaking  out  over  it,  but  then  again,  writing  the  note  and  placing  it  there  for  magda  to  find  is  funny.  unsure  if  he  should  be  feeling  as  bad  as  he  is  right  now  —-  he  just  doesn’t  want  anybody  hurt  under  his  influence,  or,  the  note’s  influence.  no  offense  to  magda  ..  she’s  just  a  wildcard.  maggie  can  help  him.  he’s  pacing  her  room  now,  bluey  in  the  doorway  looking  more  bored  now  than  anything  else,  having  heard  enzo  rant  about  the  situation  and  potential  fallout  for  hours  before  he  stormed  out  of  the  trailer  and  ran  here.  “i  wrote  a  note.”  yes,  that’s  all  he’s  going  to  give.  she’ll  have  to  press  if  she  wants  more.

[eastrnhighway]

sphyrnidaes​.

the moment devon pauses, raphael can tell she’s REALLY thinking. to the point where she’s almost overthinking — the little changes on her visage memorized. it makes him frown, reminding him of the one of the reasons they escaped that hell hole. ❛ oh, ❜ he replies at purses his lips, glancing down at the baseball in his palm for a moment before giving it a light toss up in the air. ❛ i don’t think you’re a mean person at all, dev, ❜ raphael answers as he catches the ball again. he chooses his words carefully. probably not the best time to tell her she can be a ‘ lil shithead ’ and gets on his nerves sometimes. but, devon has far more redeeming traits. he, not so much. he’s been on this earth a few more years than she has, so there’s been more time for his shittiness to really marinate in his personality and become irreversible.  ❛ but, people probably interpret how you talk and act the wrong way, s’all. ‘cause they don’t really know you. i know you care ‘bout people you’re close to — a lot. although, you can be a bit brutally honest and pushy at times … which can just freak people out. but, it’s just who we are. ❜ he shrugs his broad shoulders, giving the baseball another toss before he asks again ❛ did something happen ? ❜ 

sometimes,  she  doesn’t  know  what’s  true  and  what’s  not.  what’s  being  said  to  appease  her  or  to  get  her  to  shut  up,  versus  what’s  actually  being  truthful.  being  pacified  then  belitted  the  entire  time  they  lived  with  their  parents  was  suffocating,  always  two  seconds  from  truly  passing  out  from  the  lack  of  space  to  breathe.  devon  likes  to  think  her  siblings  are  truthful  to  her,  always.  not  that  she  nessecarily  trusting  of  them  all  the  time  -----  they  keep  secrets  from  each  other,  it’s  what  siblings  do,  but  when  it  comes  to  times  like  this?  there’s  an  all  too  familiar  voice  that  creeps  in  the  back  of  her  mind,  yet  to  be  pushed  out.  it’s  like  an  ocean  tide  slowly  pulling  her  back  out  to  sea  and  the  lifejacket  devon  has  is  shitty.  she  tries  not  to  think  about  it,  tries  not  to  think  about  just  why  it  keeps  coming  back  like  a  rabid  animal.  she  just  shrugs.  raph  knows  what  to  say,  most  of  the  time.  it’s  the  only  reason  she’s  asking  him  aloud  instead  of  letting  it  fester  in  her  mind  until  she  explodes.  he’s  not  the  only  one  who  wants  to  light  matches,  burn  down  the  whole  thing  and  start  new.  they  both  couldn’t  do  that,  still  can’t,  but  it’s  nice  to  dream  about.  “but  isn’t  honesty  the  best  policy?”  raises  an  eyebrow  at  that,  like  she’s  questioning  his  motives  here  (  she  is  )  .  “dunno,  i  just  think  people  shouldn’t  be  so  offended  by  the  fact  that  i’m  not  gonna  baby  them  and  tell  them  stuff  just  to  make  them  happy.”  that  sounds  shitty  —  she  means  it  in  a  way  that’s  entirely,  like,  from  a  good  place.  she  just  doesn’t  know  how  to  word  is  right.  “no.  just  thinking.”  unfortunately.

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she’s  not  sure  where  she’s  going  —  walking  out  the  door  to  rockin’  and  rollin’,  mostly  blinded  by  the  lights  inside  and  reminded  far  too  much  of  a  life  she  hoped  to  leave (  mostly  )  behind.  walks  into  step  beside  someone,  as  if  alexis  had  known  them  her  whole  life,  instead  of  being  a  weirdo  that  talks  to  people  like  they’re  friends.  “what’s  the  most  fun  thing  to  do  around  here?”  asks  like  a  local  -  she’s  an  actress,  she  knows  how  to  sound  somewhat  genuine.  not  far  off,  even.  she’s  been  here  for  a  while  now,  more  than  some  others  who  have  only  recently  moved  here,  but  still  hasn’t  explored  like  she  should.  too  involved  in  her  own  grief.  “i  feel  like  i’ve  been  everywhere,  and  walkin’  ‘round  in  circles  the  entire  time.”  what  kind  of  fun  is  she  looking  for?  not  even  sure  of  it,  just  something  to  ease  the  anxiety  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach.   /  @irvingstarters​