ABSOLUTE HORROR

-- “we ride the bus with the k n e e s pulled in, people should see how we’re living. shut my eyes to the song that plays, sometimes this has a hot, sweet taste.”

[gladicte-blog]

( ✗. IVAN !

“oh no, i’m just as fake,” his head nodded enthusiastically. “but twice as self aware and it’s terribly painful.” oh, if only he knew. ivan, at this point, had given up on distinguishing good people from bad and had all but let his guard down entirely- he’d accepted it, whatever happened. but there were secrets he’d always take to his grave. he ashed the cigarette, looking skyward. “why the fuck not? nothin’ better to do with my time.”

...or not, but like he said, self aware, which means something...or whatever. eh. “again, good to know.” he raised his eyebrows, pressing a smile. “oh, i have something better in mind.” he looked the boy up and down, not suggestively, it was more a daring look. come away with me or rot with the fakes, fake kind of look. not as cruel as it seems, though. he’s trying to lure not scare him away “not sure if you’re hungry enough to go get fries and shakes with a stranger like me, though.” he shrugged, “or bored enough.”

[gladicte-blog]

( ✗. @orthcdox !

“ alright, i think it’s time for us to go home, vaire. c’mon. ”

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( ✗. IVAN !

“full’a shit though, innit?” he glanced back towards the house, shrugging his shoulders as he took a long drag. he was rocking on his heels, trying to keep from staying static to keep warm. “everyone’s fake as fuck. ain’t got time for that.”

“right?” he chuckled, coughing a bit. “so, you’re saying you’re not as fake as them, huh?” he nodded at the house. “good to know.” he lied, it wasn’t. he lost his excuse to get angry enough to do it. give his anger a meaning like he always did.  doesn’t mean he won’t, though. some things are meant to be meaningless -- things like stabbing a stranger and grabbing a smoothie afterwards, maybe go home and sleep, maybe keep the night going, get more smoothies. “why are you still here, though? waiting on someone?”

[gladicte-blog]

( ✗. RAINA !

“i guess we should get going? or else we may be late or something.”

“any reason why you’re in a rush? ‘fuck is there to be early for? jesus christ, why the fuck did i agree on pickin’ you up..”

[gladicte-blog]

( ✗. LYNDIE !

“please just hand me another drink. i’m ready to get fucking wasted.”

“ second line in the first verse and you’re ready to ditch and get shitfaced?  excuse me, but how the fuck did you land yourself a record deal, just wonderin’. ”

[tabithalynnwrites-blog]

spaceycadets:

a concept: we are driving down the freeeway. it is raining outside and the windshield wipers are on. i am half asleep in the passenger seat watching you, a huge blanket pulled over my shoulders. soft music plays on the radio. i close my eyes and am at peace.

[gladicte-blog]

a character: has questionable morals at best &/or no morals at all at worst

me, leaning forward, hands folded: Yes...... you have my attention...... i'm here... here i am...... listening intently

[5secofsvmmer-deactivated2016110]

sometimes im like im a smart independent black woman who dont need no one but then a cute girl walks by and i just you are my life

[palepassives]

movies that would make fun indie plots – part 1:

PRETTY WOMAN!!!!!!

jem and the holograms (double heart emoji)

she’s the man???

josie and the pussycats (basically like jem but w/e)

anything sorority related

pitCH PERFECT 1+2

that one with sofia and reese hot pursuit?!

southpaw (ooh gritty) maybe adding a new love interest

nick and norahs infinite playlist

this one isn’t really a movie but the novel sequel to if i stay YES

the lizzie mcguire movie WOW THAT WOULD BE WEIRD

17 again maybe idk?

omg warm bodies

idk this is shitty but i was feeling it for a second

[blondiesandbrunesarchive-deacti]

look if we rp, you are more than welcome to send me headcanons at ungodly hours, TALK IN ALL CAPS ABOUT OUR BABIES, and send me like ten memes a day. I honestly won’t be annoyed and I won’t mind. In fact, I want you to.

[gladicte-blog]

( ✗. IVAN !

as parties went, this one wasn’t anything special. the music was bad, but the drinks were cheap and ivan couldn’t say no to cheap alcohol. he’d stepped outside for a cigarette, just drunk enough to tolerate the music, but not so drunk that it made his brain swell in his skull, when all of a sudden he felt that familiar feeling of being stared at. ivan looked up, blinking with a very slight arch of his eyebrow. “hi.”

marvin squinted at the boy, took a drag from his cigarette and emptied the poisoned bags of air he called lungs seconds later. “what are you doing out here? shit’s kinda lit in there.”

[pinkcolouredblood]

[taylorswifts13]

[gladicte-blog]

( ✗. GIGI !

“hmm — i’m not really sure yet. how do i know you don’t do this to every girl you meet? .” she asked the guy with a grin, cocking her head to the side. she knew he was sincere — she could tell by the way he looked at her but for some reason the blue haired girl loved to tease. something weird happened to her when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and started walking her down the street. she wanted people to see them — she wanted them to think ‘god damn, that’s a hot looking couple.’ gigi really enjoyed the cold air as they walked with no destination in mind. when he started throwing names at her she couldn’t help but laugh, shrugging her shoulders. “julia. did you forget your girlfriend’s name?” a faked scoff escaped her lips, followed by a laugh, placing a cigarette between her lips,  shivers running down her spine whenever she felt his hand move over her shoulder. “ julia.. maybe that’s a little posh, hm?” she giggled, lighting the cigarette and taking a deep hit, enjoying the feeling of the smoke curling around inside of her lungs before exhaling the toxic air into the dark void in front of them. everything was so fucking relaxed in that moment — if she could freeze the hands of time she totally would. she wanted to walk forever.  the girl turned her head to face him, placing her cigarette between his lips. “you’re sexy.” she stated with a giggle, watching him closely. “just throwing that out there. you look like a fucking rockstar, man.”

august let out a laugh “well, for starters, i don’t really meet girls much, so there -- or at least not the way we met, so there’s that too.” he smiled down at her. it seemed like forever ago, the whole ‘i’m tired and depressed and museless’ meeting the ‘i’m tired and worn out and i’m about to kill my boss’. it even seemed like a dream, and this was was their reality. a reality of them acting like a couple in love heading somewhere august thought would be impressive. he knew the place well, so he let his feet guide him while his thoughts and senses were focused on his “girlfriend?” he chuckled, and licked his lips, nodding at the ground. “well, my girlfriend has a really nice name. suits her perfectly.” there was no way in hell her name was julia, that he knew. but he went along with it. like he said, anything she wants to be, he’ll appreciate.he’ll love her with all her masks. “who says i’m not a rockstar?” he joked, slightly blushing at the compliment. “you’re even sexier.” he whispered in her ear. “the kind of babe this rockstar would go mad over.”  august took a turn and walked into an alley -- a shortcut he knew -- passing by the homeless and sketchy, he pulled her closer to him, glaring and looking away, feeling a sudden surge of protectiveness go through him, no one was going to harm her, or them. no one is going to touch what they have for the night. it took them seconds to finally come out of the darkness of that alley and into the lights and passing cars of the streets ahead, he slid his arm from around her shoulder and his hand found hers, “c’mon.” he felt giddy all of a sudden, recognizing the building in front of them, rushing her across the street and into the back of the building, he pulled out a key from his pocket -- he changed his mind about coming here two seconds before the waves of blue and beautiful surged and came crashing down into his life, making him rethink his whole night through -- unlocking the door, he hastily pulled the girl in, and went to open the lights. facing what seemed to be a wall, he gently walked her around it, the florescent lights on the ground and on the ceiling flickering open one by one. his eyes were glued at her, waiting for her expressions to shift and change, waiting for her lips to say something against the calmness of an art gallery, walls white and pictures of tired figures and faded colors. “so,” he stood beside her, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. “what do you think?”

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( ✗. SCARLET !

he had crashed into her so suddenly. her dark hair fell gracelessly into her eyes and she bit down hard on her lower lip as whatever cold liquid he was drinking splashed across her neck and chest. she let out a little yelp before she even realized quite what was happening, her mind too clouded by the alcohol she’d ingested to process what was happening in the moment. there was cursing, his voice raised - shouldn’t SHE be the angry one ? ‘ i’m sorry i didn’t - ’ scarlet began, but she was cut off by him as he lapsed from irate into passive and uttered his name wistfully as if nothing had happened. ‘ wow. it’s… it’s okay. you OWE me, though, ’ she winked. she was lighthearted… and honestly too drunk to care.

“course, i do.” he hummed through a grin, “here,” he handed her the drink that magically did not spill when the clash happened -- he just had one, and almost tuned out everything else with another, but not anymore. she smelled good. real good. but not good enough to want to..react the way he’d do, but good enough to want to follow around like a puppy..or a creep. same shit. “have this, and..” he took off his cape, wrapping it tightly around her frame, rubbing his arms -- no spills there, but still. and he wasn't going to rub her chest..yet. he smirked to himself. “let’s go get that cleaned up, bathroom’s upstairs.”

[drunk-2-love]

[mydarlinghalsey]