ᶠᵃʳ ᵗᵒᵒ ʸᵒᵘᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈᶦᵉ⋅

you're dripping like a saturated sunrise ; you're spilling like an overflowing sink. you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece, & now you're tearing through pages & the ink.

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lifesmade​:

ELLYN  DIDN’T  HATE  HER  JOB,  really  ,  she  didn’t  .  sure  there  were  instances  (  like  just  now  )  that  she  didn’t  enjoy  but  truly  ,  she  didn’t  hate  it  .     ❝            listen  up  ,  i  am  the  manager  and  even  if  i  rang  the  owner  they’d  say  the  same  thing  i’m  repeating  .  that  coupon  doesn’t  work  here  .  so  your  total  is  fifty  three  ,  ninety  one  .  ❞      she  was  gifted  a  scowl  from  the  woman  that  stood  before  her  ,  money  thrown  in  her  direction  before  the  woman  was  storming  out  .     ❝  good  riddance  ,  karen  .  ❞     ellyn  scoffed  before  slamming  the  register  closed  ,  she  was  done  .  she  needed  a  smoke  or  better  yet  a  drink  ,  but  her  shift  wasn’t  over  for  another  ten  minutes  .  scrubbing  a  hand  over  her  features  she  offered  the  new  customer  a  blank  look  .     ❝  just  this  today  ?  ❞     /     @irvingstarters​  !

 her eyes rolled as she clutched the bottle of vodka in her hands , watching in both   disbelief   and   disgust   as the customer in front of her made an absolute fool of herself over a few dollars . scout’s bruised knuckles throbbed as she thought about raking them over her cheek for being so   insufferable .   she sighed in relief as she finally gave up and took her leave , placing her bottle on the belt and nodding at the ridiculously beautiful cashier’s question . “ i have   no idea   how you do it . i don’t have the patience to deal with bitches like that . hell , i wanted to punch her in the face for you . ”   she laughed as she pulled her credit card out of her wallet . “ you look like you could use some of that . after dealing with shit like that all day , you deserve a good drink . . . in fact , when do you get off ?  ”

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ambitcxious​:

“     you’re slouching ,     ”       that sing-songy voice notes with a hint of   judgement    ever present ,     even before a face can be attributed  .    metal gears turn ,    keys and locks clashing ,    and soon follows the distinct click-clacking of heels which announces adelaide’s debonair entrance  ,    had she not earlier  ;   champagne ringlets nestled atop a steel clavicle ,     bouncing up and down as she strides into the lavish room with an air of vague curiosity .      “     and you came over without warning .   remind me to fire mrs.romero ,    ”     it might as well not have been pure jest  – the tone is certainly not indication .    “     did something happen ?     ”   @ffixaticns​ / closed.

posture straightens accordingly , her head snapping to look as the other makes her way into the room , a small grin on her face as she takes in her form .   she’s always looked up to her , even long before their kinship , so addie’s opinion of her matters to her more than   anyone   else’s .   at least , that’s what she tells herself .   she rises from the seat she had taken while waiting for her to arrive , her movements graceful , even if a little forced . “ don’t blame her , you know me . i wouldn’t take no for an answer . ”   arms fold hastily over her chest as she shakes her head in response to her question .  “ nothing of note . just got bored , and you’re the most un-boring person i know ... so then , what shall we do ? ”

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lovespcll​:

there was a sort of warmth and comfort that came with lazy afternoons. the record shop would remain empty for long stretches of time, allowing milo to lounge behind the counter and read as he pleased. without anyone to ruin the displays or sift through crates, he had no need to catalogue or organize. besides, that was typically left for the last hour or two of the day. you start too early and you’d have to repeat sections. not that milo’s boss cared. he was knowledgeable on the product (to an annoying extent at times) and he was sickeningly charismatic with customers. he never got lost in one activity, the simple chime of the front door always alerting him to drop his worn out novel and turn on ‘customer service mode’. 

in fact, he was needed now. he looks over at the entrance, an uneven smile forming, “what’s up,” he nods, relaxing his shoulders— which he hadn’t realized had tensed in the first place. “whatcha here for?” @irvingstarters​

it wasn’t often that scout found herself gravitating toward the old record shop in town -- in fact, it wasn’t the shop at all that drew her here. rather, it was the person behind the counter. although she’d likely never openly admit it, he was pretty much the only person in this town that she sought comfort in. being the only person that had met her before she moved to irving, he knew what she used to be like, and what she’d become, and still didn’t dare pass judgement. he reminded her of home in all of the best ways. to anyone outside of their little bubble, however, it would appear that she just using him to warm her bed every now and then. 

she walked through the door with her chin held high and a somewhat mischievous grin on her face. she approached the counter slowly, gradually, running her fingers lightly over the crates of records as she passed them. “hmm,” she pondered the question, pausing for a moment. “i’m looking for something smooth, like melted chocolate... but a little rough around the edges.” she takes the few more steps it takes to reach him, leaning over the counter a little when she gets there, never breaking eye contact, voice dripping with honey. “something that really stays with you. like, after you hear it, you just can’t... stop... listening...” 

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swayednumb​:

high off his ass and wearing fucking slides and socks , jp’s walking around , eyes scanning every direction but remaining low on the ground , almost the crack of dawn . now , if anyone saw the way he looked right now , nearly bloodshot eyes , slides and socks in this damn weather , calling out the name ‘ dolores ’  every half second , they would definitely be suspicious and maybe even think he needs help of some sort , and shit , he probably does , but he swears , there’s a simple explanation for this . he was smoking a joint before bed before he comes to the realization that his back door was just a tad bit open , and of course , his beloved corgi dolores , is nowhere to be found . that explains why he’s roaming the streets at these ungodly hours , looking like a mad man . jp is starting to secretly get a little worried , because he doesn’t know if he’s going to find her , but thankfully , as he’s approaching a bush , he see’s her sitting on the grass , dark eyes staring right at him . “ hey , dolores ! hey , come here ! ” he calls out , bending downwards and extending his hand , trying his best not to scare her . “ come on , come here girl , come here ! ” nothing , as she just tilts her head slightly and continues gazing back at him . jp sighs , reaches into his pocket , and pulls out a dog treat , putting it towards her . in a flash , she books it his way , and he thankfully manages to put her leash on as she’s devouring her snack . “ yeah , yeah , so you don’t come when i call you but you run for a god damn milk bone ? what if i was dying , d ? huh ? what then ? ” he questions , his voice all high pitched like how it gets when he usually talks to her , babying her and petting her with both his hands as he chuckles softly . that is of course , until he realizes he’s not alone . he quickly gets up , running a hand past his black hair . this person did not just see him be a total soft ass for his dog , nope . impossible . he clears his throat , putting on a deeper voice and pointing a finger at her , “ yeah , and don’t you think about running away again otherwise there will be consequences ! ” really jp ? jesus christ , shut up the fuck up . now , he turns towards said person . “ oh hey ! didn’t even see you there . ” again , shut the fuck up .

starting to come down from her own high, scout found herself wandering the streets of irving mindlessly, reveling in the way the trees swayed in the wind. it was almost as if they were dancing to their own tune -- or maybe she was just still tripping her ass off. from the corner of her eye, she caught movement. something small, possibly furry. she wasn’t one hundred percent convinced that it wasn’t a creature that her mind had fabricated, but she decided to check it out anyway. she’d already thrown logic out the window the minute she’d left the safety of her apartment in the middle of the night. just as soon as she’d actually spotted the little furball, it scurried off. she followed instinctively, not realizing that the dog was running toward someone. a voice caught her off guard, her gaze lifting to see where -- and who -- it came from. a smile stretched across her lips when she heard the man switch up his tone when he addressed her, when in fact he was just talking to his dog with a much softer voice. “oh yeah, you tell her. although, i think it only works if you use your stern voice first...” she tried to hold back the laugh that was daring to rise out of her throat, but her inhibitions were incredibly lacking at that moment. it was difficult to keep eye contact with him, as every time she looked at him, his face distorted in an odd way. she hoped that he couldn’t see her massive pupils, but at the sight of his bloodshot eyes, she assumed that he likely couldn’t care less. “sorry, didn’t mean to creep up on you... just out, enjoying the... trees.” she sighed as her eyes wandered to the branches again, probably looking and sounding like a bit of lunatic. 

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WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

just a list of a few wanted connections for scout !! i’ll put them under a read more so it doesn’t clog up the dash.. catch me cryin in the club after this sb shitshow 

TW: DRUGS

drug dealer -- pretty self explanatory ; might need more than one if she can’t find everything she needs from one person ? her dr*gs of choice are weed, ecstasy, molly, acid, and occasionally some strong painkillers for when she pushes herself a little too hard

first time -- someone who introduced her to the wonderful world of sex .  really rocked her fuckin world bc she’s a certified heaux now . they can still be friends now or even fwb ,, whatever our hearts decide I'm down w anything ... open to all genders !!!

ex-girlfriend / boyfriend / partner  -- someone she met probably in the first few months of arriving in irving, someone she kind of attached herself too bc they made her feel safe and secure... they dated for probably 6 months before she broke up with them... for no real reason. probs bc she was bored. maybe she cheated on them & broke it off before they could find out. or maybe they cheated on her & she found out -- or BOTH. give me all the messy shit ... ! 

good influence / mom friend -- someone that tries to take care of her and stop her from making any life-altering, stupid decisions. calls her out on her bullshit but not in a petty, bitchy way... just tries to reason with her and show her that her behavior is problematic and why. she may not listen to them very often but she probably leans on them when she’s feeling down and is thankful for their advice. 

recruiter -- the person who got her into underground fighting !! they could be one of the people actually involved in it or someone who just goes to the fights and saw the potential in her. whether it was for selfish reasons (thought she’d be a good addition to bet on) or they thought she could benefit from getting all of her anger out where it was actually acceptable to throw punches is up to you !! could go either way :) 

hype person -- someone who knows that she fights and supports it !! likely goes with her to every fight and hypes her up and feeds her water and wipes sweat off her face in the ring. most likely also the person that patches her up afterwards as well !! bandaging bloody knuckles, tending to split lips and black eyes ( which she tries to avoid getting at all costs lmao but shit happens .. thats what concealer is for < 3 ) 

if you’re interested in any of these feel free to slide into these DMs here on tumblr OR on d*sco @ g(r)ay.#2597

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* jessica alexander, ciswoman + she/her  | you know scout rothschild, right? they’re twenty three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, a year? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to invitation by ashnikko like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole born with a silver spoon in her foul mouth, hiding bruised knuckles under fingerless gloves, tireless nights spent dancing on pointe until her toes bleed & her ankles feel so brittle they could snap thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is december 2nd, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

HEYO !! i’m gray & this is my babe scout ; first time playing her as jessica but !! i love her and she rly fits her vibe well i think. let’s cross our fingers together that i don’t make this intro too long okay .. yknow what let’s just hold hands. bc it probably will be for no reason bc i ramble too much haha ANYWAYS ... here we go

TW: drugs, abuse / neglect, eating disorder 

born and raised in nyc ... v rich , v spoiled.  her mother was a prima ballerina when she fell for one of her choreographers , and of course they were stupid and reckless so it wasn’t too long until scout came along. her mom was PISSED bc it nearly ended her career, but she was determined. two weeks after having her, she was working her ass off to lose the little baby weight she’d gained ( she was tiny af to begin with so she didn’t get v big ) she didn’t breast feed bc she didn’t want her boobs to be swollen for the next year lmao 

so she was pretty much raised by a nanny !! until she was old enough to go to the studio with her parents. she loved watching them dance. it wasn’t long after her first steps before she started following in their footsteps. still, when her parents had to do a tour or various shows in a row, she would be at home with the nanny. 

as soon as she was old enough, she was enrolled into ballet classes. she loved it and thought she was doing well, but her mother wasn’t quite so impressed with the training she was receiving. it wasn’t easy for her, but she decided it was time to hang her ballet shoes up and start on a new venture -- so she bought the school that scout was going to, so that she could make sure that she was getting the BEST possible training. from then on, she was pushed every day to reach her ‘full potential’. 

she was always at the top of her class, she made sure of it. she wanted more than anything to make her mother proud. she never told her that she was, but by the time she was ten years old she knew what pride looked like on her mother’s face. that was good enough for her. 

her parents often fought about how hard she pushed their daughter, her father disagreeing with a lot of things, arguing that she needed to start doing normal childhood things instead of focusing every waking moment on dancing. he never won -- scout refused to be a ‘normal’ child. all she wanted to do was dance. this went on well into her teenage years, always striving to be the best of the best. just like her mother was. she did whatever she had to do to stay on top, whether it be putting laxatives in her competition’s water bottle on audition day or not eating for a few days at a time to lose a few pounds. her mother didn’t bat an eye. she’d been through the same thing, for her it seemed completely normal and unproblematic. in fact, she would encourage it at times. 

her relationship with her mother, as well as her relationship with dancing, was an extremely unhealthy one. the only person who could reasonably see it was her father. which is why at 21, he decided that he’d had enough and would send her away to a small town, somewhere that she could take a break from dancing and maybe find herself outside of that world. little did he know, sending her to irving would do just the opposite, as one of scout’s ballet idols now resided there ( @ambitcxious​ ). she was still pissed about being sent away, but at least it wouldn’t be the WORST thing in the world... 

SO FAST FORWARD ; she’s been in irving for a year, and surprise, she’s still dancing ! now as addie’s little protégé, she couldn’t be happier. there’s still pressure on her to be the best she can be, but at least it’s not her mother. she’s actually able to let loose in her free time, unlike back home when she was restricted from doing anything that might distract her. 

since being here, she’s probably had first times for ... so many things. ( ie getting drunk, getting high, eating whatever she wants, going out with friends, uhhhh ... sex lmao ) 

sooo ya girl has a LOT of pent up aggression ... especially when she first got here. one night she was at the bar and got into a fuckin’ BRAWL with some bitch & let’s just say there was no competition... after she was thrown tf out, someone approached her about joining a little underground fighting ring. told her she’d be perfect for it ... and who was she to disagree ? she’s perfect for most things, after all ~ ( potential WC ?! ) 

her parents send her money every 2 weeks, but still encouraged her to get a job to be more ~ independent ~ and they only send her enough really for essentials ... she gets paid to fight as long as she wins, but her cover for her parents is that she got a job at cutie pie’s diner :) sounds quite nice, keeps them from being suspicious when they call her for updates ! 

( tw: drugs/alcohol ) loves to get drunk and smoke weed preferably at the same time ,, dabbles with some ecstasy n molly when she feels like really letting go .. tends to stay away from coke for the most part ? she’s already kind of high strung so she doesn’t like the way it makes her feel 

obviously likes to try new things !! like .. pretty much anyone could go up to her n be like ‘yo u wanna go do this?’ she’d be like ??? hell yea let’s go 

will absolutely start a fight for no god damn reason ... 

chaotic bisexual 

THERES MORE BUT MY BRAIN IS MELTING SO IM ENDING IT

please feel free to slide into these DMs if you want to plot or like this and i’ll slide into urs either here or on disco !! 

[erikllehnsherrs]

#uhh what normal person does that

[wnq-music]

She’s imperfect but she tries;  She is good but she lies;  She is hard on herself;  She is broken and won’t ask for help;  She is messy but she’s kind;  She is lonely most of the time; She is all of this mixed up…

Sara Bareilles, “She Used to be Mine,” Album: What’s Inside: Songs from Waitress (2015)

[zodeutchdaily]

[incorrectshakespeare]

I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth

Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V  (via sumiremiu)