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so i’m out of the prom & my yellow-guts father says he won’t give them what they deserve. But they’re not going to get away with it. i don’t know exactly what i’m going to do yet but I guarantee you,

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ.

#because my semester is ending and i actually have tiME #carrie rp #horror rp #indie rp #&& promo;

quichealicious

#╳ ▌ ' nobody dies from a scar | musings.

my laptop broke so I have to make new icons fOR Chris, pray for me

#& i'm probably gonna make a new theme and new tags too idk #&& out of prom.

queenxcersei

I will not hope for your ᴅᴏᴡɴғᴀʟʟ; —— I will e n s u r e it.

#╳ ▌ ' nobody dies from a scar | musings.

bangurz

#╳ ▌ ' nobody dies from a scar | musings.#╳ ▌ ' you eat shit | carrie white.

i’m on a mini hiatus, love me !!

#also why does this icon look like an ad on a porno site??#&& out of prom.

misstanwyck

#╳ ▌ ' nobody dies from a scar | musings.

adriansydney

#&& musings;

valianthuntress-deactivated2015

repeat after me...

roleplaying is a hobby. roleplaying is a hobby. roleplaying is a HOBBY.

it’s OKAY if you take awhile to reply.

it’s OKAY if you can’t find the muse for a thread or ask right now.

it’s OKAY if you can’t find the muse for a thread or ask ever.

it’s OKAY to drop threads.

it’s OKAY to be selective when roleplaying.

it’s OKAY to ship, or to not ship, something.

it’s OKAY to miss a reply.

it’s OKAY to take a break when life outside of tumblr calls.

use the bathroom!! take a shower!! take a nap!! go eat something!! get a drink!! take a break!! do things you probably need to do but haven’t done because of roleplaying!!

DO NOT STRESS ABOUT ROLEPLAYING!! IT IS A HOBBY. FOR FUN. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

#&& important

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NOT LIKE HIGH SCHOOL | Chris & Carrie

hargensxns

STALKER:

It was STRANGE being in a place that wasn’t her home. It had taken everything for Carrie to get out of the house and be able to attend the university Mama had protested till the end, FORCING Carrie to even take a bus instead of driving her. But this was EVERYTHING to Carrie. No more closet, no more fear. She was FREE.

Carrie made a promise to herself, that college would NOT be like high school. She knew she could not endure another four years of PURE HELL. This was her chance to stat over and that was exactly what she was going to do.

Her roommate had been kind enough to help her with the MINIMAL items she’d brought from home. But the girl had left because she worked. Carrie was finished with her unpacking and was going to try and befriend her floor-mates.

She was halfway down the hallway when she stopped. It was as if she could HEAR God laughing at her from above. A cruel joke played on her once more. The blonde blinked a few times praying this was a illusion. But, it wasn’t.

Standing a few feet away from her, a familiar brunette that Carrie had hoped NEVER to see again. The girl that was the cause of most of Carrie’s pain in high school.

CHRIS HARGENSEN

Carrie was about to turn around, return to her room and just wait until later to show her face again, but then Chris turned, and their eyes met. Green eye widened an Carrie FORCED herself not to turn away. She would NOT be scared of her anymore.

To say Chris changed would be a complete and utter LIE. A lie muttered by her father far too often when he was bribing the school board to look past the expulsion mark on her track record. && despite it all, not enough of daddy’s discipline or ridiculous restraints could make her any less VOLATILE.

However, this wasn’t high school.

There was no Tina, or Nicky and Lizzy standing behind her conceitedly cocking their brows whenever the brunette murmured a few disparaging words to the nearest person. There was no Sue Snell beside her to be somewhat of a moral guidance. It was just Chris. Chris Hargensen on a campus surrounded around thousands of people, the majority of the people not knowing her name; not yet at least.

Fingers were clenched around a black strap, a pink purse falling from it as she made her way down the hall. It was [ strange ]. Not long ago she was walking down a hall with the pleasure of watching people kiss her ass, or scurry to get away from her. Sure the faux-loved was posed out of fear but, it felt good. It was different than this. INVISIBILITY.

There was one foot following the other, deep breaths as she walked through the crowded hall. && during that moment when Chris nearly felt inferior, her eyes landed upon a familiar figure. Carrie-fucking- White. A mix of emotions overwhelmed her: relief that there was a well- known face, annoyance that she can never rid herself from the oh-so wonderful Carrie White, or pure excitement that she may’ve found her position in this college. Either way, with a head held high she wasted no time approaching her.

—— ♚ ❛ Holy shit, Carrie White. I knew the smell of trifling PIGS was suddenly a lot stronger than usually. They give out scholarships to animals now? ❜

#theylaughedatmemama #&& v; undertermined

ROSIE O'DONNELL:

literally what the f u c k is with these populars? she’ll never understand why they’re so goddamn loved while being… tyrannical assholes. raising her gaze to meet that of the girl who had once caught her eye and now should jump off a CLIFF for all veronica sawyer cares ( at least this time she won’t be responsible for it ) , her face screams ‘ done ‘ and it’s only been a minute. not even.

❝ seriously? i’m straight. ❞ a lie, but, whatever. ❝ and even if i wasn’t, i’d be crazy to want to do anything with YOU. your attitude is a c o m p l e t e turn- off. ❞ hm… with new red scrunchie, comes new bravery, apparently.

Perhaps she was a little too full of herself at the moment, fingers pushing a strand of brown hair behind her ear, while cheeks sucked in ( slightly ) hearing the response. There was a sort of titter falling from her lips as she impertinently sat at the table across from the other. && ironically, this was Chris showing mercy.

—— ♚ ❛ As heart breaking as it is to hear that my approach doesn’t get your woman-hood quivering, I have a strange feeling that I’ll live. No offense but girls who look like Aubrey Plaza after a horrible botox just don’t interest me. Who are you? ❜

#upchuckfactor #this is gross but love me #&& i lOVE this omg #&& v; better to screw than get screwed

ROSIE O'DONNELL:

hargensxns || starter call.

veronica’s not so subtly staring at that GIRL, where she’s seated at the caf. new school, same old populars and their cliques. hopefully this one isn’t named heather. for now, though, she’s just going to be an observer, taking a few steps towards a half-empty table ( just two nerdy kids sitting there ) while continuing to watch, interested.

Call it paranoia, or her desperate yearning to be a down-right bitch to someone, but it didn’t take long for Chris to notice the stranger’s gaze. In fact, as soon as she did she wasted no time to approach her, maybe a little too 「eager」whilst doing so.

—— ♚ ❛ I hate to be the one to say it but your CARPET MUNCHING radar clearly lead you in the wrong direction. Dial it back with the ogling, newbie. You’re creeping me out.❜

#upchuckfactor #&& v; better to screw than get screwed #it'S OKAY BOO