Keep Going Strong Til The Break Of Dawn

The name is Sara. Come on and let's have fun.

[gxttastxyhxgh]

deadbcywalking:

Of course she’d sniffed out the cigarette. There was no way she’d spotted him, seeing as how she was inebriated beyond the a normal measure. Keith chose to ignore her call, not particularly feeling up to sitting in the lawn like a damn hippie. Plus, he wasn’t about sharing either. Even if Sara seemed alright, he wasn’t about to do her a favor for shits and giggles. 

When no response came from the peanut gallery over on the porch, Sara pushed herself up--nearly falling flat on her face in the process. “Fuck...” Recovering quickly, she continues to push herself up, until she was standing on wobbly legs. “Helloooooooooo! I know you’re still there! Come out, come out wherever you are!” She took a couple, shaky steps forward. “Pleaaaaase come out, and play with me,” she called--a small pout crossing over her lips. 

[gxttastxyhxgh]

deadbcywalking:

Time was nothing to a dead boy. Sleep was pointless. Hell, most everything was pointless. Even the cigarette hanging between his lips brought him little to no pleasure. Keith exhaled a cloud of nicotine and it quickly dispersed into the L.A. air. He’d watched Sara make her way to the backyard, but didn’t act on it. She was clearly beyond wasted and he wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with that. Instead, he simply flicked the ash off the cigarette and continued watching her from his dark spot on the back porch. 

Sara had enjoyed the party that she and Tara had gone to earlier that night. Some people would argue that maybe she had enjoyed herself just a little too much, but they just had sticks up their asses. The all too familiar scent of nicotine wafted through the air, causing Sara’s nose to perk up. What would be better than cigarette after all those wonderful drinks? “You gonna stay all the wayyyyyyyyy over there, when we could have fuuun all the way out here?” Sara called to whoever was smoking, her words slurring and a small hiccup punctuating her question. “Cigarettes are better shared you know.” 

[gxttastxyhxgh]

The world was swirling around, leaving Sara to giggle at the strange lines her vision created. Drunk had been about five drinks ago. Now, all that was left was a shitfaced blonde laying in the backyard and laughing at what appeared to be the sky. 

[crazy-girl-crazy-friends]

[gxttastxyhxgh]

deadbcywalking:

Keith watched as the neighboring house washed away the vandalism left there the night before, red words streaked across white paneling spelling out the words, ‘Murder House’. Dumb fucks got the wrong address. He couldn’t help but let out a brief laugh, though mostly he just found it annoying. The wrong house was getting the attention. He thought about fixing the situation, but it wasn’t really worth the effort in his opinion.

Bored eyes had fixed themselves on an issue of Cosmo, her fingers changing the page before she had even finished reading. The last few days had been boring, but Sara could only hope that being around the ghost would work to her advantage. Hearing his laugh, the blonde’s eyebrows perked up as she laid her head back on the chair she was sitting in. “Did an asshole face plant on the sidewalk?” 

[londonbreathes]

It wasn’t often that London actually found herself out and about with other sorority girls, mainly because she still felt so out of place —- but Sara was one of the first girls to ever invite her to a party. Looking up from her phone, she watched as the guys walked away, then offered the blonde a half smile. “Too bad they’re probably dumb as a rock,” she then replied, her attention falling back to her phone.

[gxttastxyhxgh]

Laughing at London’s response, Sara shrugged. “That’s what makes it more fun,” the blonde answered, shaking her head. She knew the girl needed a little bit of help when it came to the social climb around the sorority, and she felt a little honored that it seemed she was chosen to help the girl out. “It’s not like it has to be a relationship. One night stands are way better anyways.” 

[gxttastxyhxgh]

The blonde had to admit that when the city decided to do something they did it up right. Taking a swig from a flask she had in her jacket pocket, Sara smiled at a couple boys who were passing by. “God bless America for hot men,” she said, laughing as continued walking. 

[gxttastxyhxgh]

Tara, Aidan, Braydon, Spencer, Fox, Bee.

do the sexy love™ with: Aidan wasn’t too bad, I could see myself hopping into the sack with him again. 

sacrifice myself for: Tara. Love you girlie. 

kick: uhhh Fox. He’s a dick...ish. 

take to prom:Spencer. He’d be fun to laugh at when he dances. 

abandon in jurassic park: Braydon. Tbh he’d probably get in a plane and get outta there...

push off a bridge: Guess that leaves Bee? Like bungee jumping, I’d push her off so to get her to jump if anything. 

@actressisms, @snakeintheendzone, @overthinkingaviator, @cockyhorrorshow, @fox-mcalister, @busylikeabee

[overthinkingaviator]

( @tokintoforget )

Halloween had arrived and Braydon was at the bottom of the list of those who were excited about it. While the day usually involved drinking with his fellow fraternity brothers, dressing up in – usually comical – costumes, and all around social enjoyment, he didn’t want anything to do with any of it. Making his way out of the Murder House, he dodged a few plastic skeleton decorations set up in the yard, avoided looking at the cotton spider webs lining the bushes of the house, and thought about kicking a pumpkin or two out of the way. Alas, he stepped over and around the chaos outside, and headed toward his vehicle where he was sure his wallet had fallen out of his pocket and onto the seat. Unlocking the door, the frat boy opened it up and buried himself halfway into the car, hand digging around between the seat and the middle compartment. “Come on…” he muttered to himself, simply wanting to dig his credit card out so he could order a pizza.

[gxttastxyhxgh]

The world was...dizzy. Sara had made a point of outdoing her last Halloween booze fest--and by the way the world was spinning, the night was a tremendous success. Tripping over herself as she got out of the taxi, the blonde giggled as she stumbled up the driveway. She had left Tara and Tristan to do their thing--figuring the house would be empty so she could get away with just about whatever she wanted. The music was still pumping through her veins, making it hard to focus on anything--especially walking. “Shit,” she mumbled, stumbling again--this time scraping her knees as she hit the cement. 

[deadbcywalking]

Waiting.

[gxttastxyhxgh]

Looks boring. 

[gxttastxyhxgh]

What are you doing? 

[gxttastxyhxgh]

Sara Weatherly’s Moodboard

“Spend my days locked in a haze, Trying to forget you babe, I fall back down, Gotta stay high all my life, To forget I'm missing you...”   

[overthinkingaviator]

For a brief moment, Braydon found himself smiling if only a little. Deep down, it felt good to know that she cared about him like this, that she would break down because he didn’t keep in touch —— though at the same time, it hurt. He may have barely changed over the years, but Sara… Sara was a completely different person than she used to be, and he still wasn’t sure how to go about any of this. Even being friends with her was proving to be difficult, with those past feelings threatening to resurface from time to time. “I’ll do my best,” he joked lightly, chin resting atop her head as she found her place against his chest. His arms tightened around her just a little more, to comfort her, he told himself.

[gxttastxyhxgh]

Quickly forcing her tears to stifle, if only to sniffles, Sara kept her face against his chest. Sniffing, she couldn’t help but take in the scent of him--the same scent the blonde had grown so used to enjoying when she was younger. Fighting the urge to relax into him and stay in his arms for another hour, Sara pushed herself away. Fingers dabbing at her eyes, she gave him a stern look. “I swear if this ruined my eyeliner, I’m going to hit you really hard,” she muttered--turning to look for a mirror. 

[deadbcywalking]

“Your, uh… face is bleeding.”

[gxttastxyhxgh]

Wh-where am I? 

[jacob-wykes-blog]

Hearing his phone ping, telling him that he had a message, Jacob stared at his tv for a moment longer, before reaching over and grabbing his phone to read the text. Just as he was about to respond, it pinged again and he chuckled, “Impatient woman,” before texting that he’d be over in 10 minutes. He stood up, grabbed his jacket and keys, before leaving his apartment. His roommate was still home so it would be fine to leave unlocked. Walking over to the house, he went inside without knocking until he got to Sara’s room. There, he knocked, in case her roommates were there and indecent.

[gxttastxyhxgh]

It felt like an hour had passed before the knock came on Sara’s door. Smiling softly to herself, she groaned and pushed herself off the bed--opening the door quickly. “Could you BE any slower?” she asked, her voice teasing, giving him a wide smile. It had felt like a long time since they’d last hung out and she couldn’t wait to just spend time with him. Leaving the door behind, she jumped back onto her bed, almost knocking off his present. “Oops,” she muttered, catching the box before it slid off the side of the bed. “Here, you better open this before it ends up all scuffed up,” she added--holding the wrapped gift out to him. (The gift has this and tickets to his favorite band to see them in concert)

[actressisms]

( @tokintoforget, @tristan-lewton )

Another round of shots were poured, and Tara was just as giddy as ever. Hitting her hands on the bar in a drum like rhythm, the brunette had to have mixed at least five different liquors in the two short hours that she and her squad had been at the bar. Radiating with a lively energy, the starlet rose her hand as a signal to Sara and Tristan. “On the count of three – one, two, three…” and with a satisfied giggle, the girl downed the fiery shot of whiskey.

[gxttastxyhxgh]

Fingers sliding up and down the liquor filled shot glass, Sara giggled to herself. The liquor already in her body was beginning to hum and electrify every nerve she had--making her do a little dance to Tara’s drum beats on the bar. Following Tara’s lead, the blonde quickly gulped down the whiskey, her throat almost completely numb to the feeling of fire running down it. “Another round for my movie star friend here!” She yelled to the bartender, her smile widening as the man went to get the bottle once more to fill their glasses. 

[gxttastxyhxgh]

‘Yo loser, come over to the house. I got something neat for ya...’ The text read, causing Sara to smirk slightly. Sitting on her bed, the blonde poked the wrapped box with her foot as she waited for a response. She had been super lazy this Christmas--mostly lazing around in her room rather than doing anything with friends. She still needed to pass out her presents to Tara...and a secret one for Braydon. ‘You better hurry...I might just end up taking it for myself..’