* 𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝔂 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥.

𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐲. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐪.

[highdrama]

              𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘. 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

[highdrama]

amthvsts​

     this type of environment is usually one she thrives in, mind and body feeding on the rhythm of the music, and the energy of fellow party-goers. it’s usually the perfect remedy ( think bandaid, rather long-term solution ) to a dip in her mood. but, even escapism cannot seem to soothe the worries echoing in the back of her mind. so, as would any damsel in distress, she seeks out the highest point of guildford’s stone ruin, climbing its decrepit staircase step by step. she almost turns back, upon reaching the roof, the sight ( and smell, unfortunately ) of the open bar’s first victim a less than ideal welcome. that is, until the click of a lighter and a familiar form, at the castle’s edge, capture her attention. it’s an odd thought, to think that the garnet prodigy is, against all odds, her family. but, as the october air grows colder and the amethyst’s energy dwindles, even she has to admit that delia lake is the perfect company. ❝ mind if i join you, carrie white ? pinkie promise that i’m nicer than the all the other cheerleaders you’ve met before. ❞

the atmosphere of the evening nearly reminds her of home -- there’s a club in town that her and her friends frequented. the door was always swung open, purple and blue beads hanging on strings in the doorway. they would walk in, hands held, tugging each other towards the bar before quickly to the dance floor. she has fond memories of entangling her body with that of a tall and handsome stranger, kisses pressed to her neck, head tipped back in perfect euphoria. no one can party like an italian, but delia supposes that this is a very close second, and she’s been happy to eat up every moment. and the night has been ALMOST as dramatic as that of her summer escapades ... comedown included. lips begin to curl at the voice that has become familiar and wanted, and she gazes up at her, a bloodied princess, as she takes a drag. “ promise you won’t throw tampons at scary white? ” her voice is teasing, easy, and it’s the first time in who knows how many hours that she hasn’t felt like she’s had to put on the performance of simply being herself. “ you know, i took you as more of a heather chandler than a mcnamara. and that’s a compliment. ”

[rosegm]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 –– 𝐟𝐭. @highdrama​

ROSE WAS ACTUALLY enjoying herself somewhat. the shots she did earlier with mia were just starting to take effect, her mind a little fuzzy and blurry from the booze, but she felt good. it felt nice to be a little intoxicated. rose was never one to let loose like this, always afraid of slipping up in her polished act. but now, it felt nice. rose felt nice, the sweet cocktails making it easy to continue consuming the beverages, the world getting a little more out of focus with every minute. she stood at the foot of the stairs, just having had a nice time dancing with audrey when she was approached by delia. she looked stunning, rose instantly recognizing the infamous character she was supposed to be. the crown suited her well, rose thought briefly, before delia was right in front of her. “ hey, ” rose said with a grin, sipping on her drink. her body felt soft and slackened. she felt at ease –– mutable. “ you look so good –– i love the costume. having fun? ” she asked.

[highdrama]

delia flicks between the loudest voice in a room to secluded into a corner so often some might consider it a gift ; and she’s been both multiple times throughout the night. but she’s decided now that she is simply here to get as drunk as she fucking can and have a good night. so, that’s exactly what she’s doing. a fresh drink in her hand, she allows her eyes to scan over the crowd for a moment before her eyes fixed onto rose and audrey. she recalls her conversation with hollis and, curiosity piqued, she waves with a wide smile. “ hi! ” she can’t help but grin, slightly vain but in a way she hopes is not intolerable, shrugging her shoulders. “ oh, please. but, yes. these have been my poison of choice. ” she doesn’t mention bas, she doesn’t mention the fight, she doesn’t mention any of it ; honestly, she doesn’t have it in her to talk or think about it anymore. “ what about you? you’re like the belle of the ball. ”

[highdrama]

jvden​

a fist full of skittles landed on jaden’s tongue harshly, a scoff turned into a cough as one rolled too close to the back of their throat. “mm, wait, wait, i’m supposed to be coherent enough to be watching over you?” their words were slurred in the midst of chewing on straight sugar. jaden moved to lay their head on carrie’s shoulder, before their crown poked her right in the cheek. a boisterous laugh, then a snort, “sorry.. this thing keeps getting caught in everything.. i dunno why i wore it.” they pulled a vape pen from their chest - this damn gown didn’t have pockets, understandably - and took a long hit. “halloween is nice,” jaden nodded, exhaling.  they were someone else every day of the school year, halloween was no different… “an extra day to pretend to be someone else, with an excuse to be intoxicated while doing so… wanna hit?”

jaden is a comfort wrapped up in a body to delia -- their mere presence is enough for an easy smile to form on her face, shoulders brushing, elbows bumping, laughter bubbling. and laugh she does ; it’s loud at the other’s remark, and she can’t help but offer them a slight eyebrow raise, as if to say, you’ve got me there. “ fair enough. ” the giggles continue and she shoves their shoulder lightly, teasingly, shaking her head. “ you’re gonna poke my eye out with that thing! ” her eyes trail to the vape pen and her mouth nearly salivates at the sight ; nicotine, in all of its beautiful forms, is delia’s vice of choice. “ definitely want a hit. ” she takes her time, before blowing smoke out and up into the air, passing it back to jaden. “ thanks. ” she pauses and takes another sip off her drink. “ wanna dance? ”

[highdrama]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓

anyone with any sense and half of a brain cell wouldn’t do what delia’s about to -- but, hey, it’s halloween. why not give her logic and rationale the day off? those stupid vodka crans have had a full affect on her, grin wide and body loose, walking through crowds with confidence, like a TRUE final girl. she lingers off to the side momentarily, sipping her drink, content to have a moment of solitude. but it doesn’t have to last long to recharge her ; especially when her eyes fall to the tall figure who’s both a stranger and a comfort, in this middle place of delia’s mind that she cannot find it within herself to understand. there’s a devil and an angel on her shoulder, both whispering into her ear ; delia decides she doesn’t believe in divinity and she begins to cross the room. as she approaches basile, her lips curve delicately, teeth shining in contrast to the fake blood that clings to her cheekbones, her eyelashes, a drop strategically placed to her lower lip. “ hey, ” it’s a call, hand falling to his forearm, eyes light and demeanor easy. “ you’re gonna call me crazy -- but dance with me. for old time’s sake. ” @bcsile​

[highdrama]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓

suddenly, she takes back everything she’s said about loving halloween. really, the night hasn’t been a total bust ; her tears are dry and she’s managed to get back on the dance floor, dancing with the jennifer’s body girl. her friends have coaxed laughter from her and she’s bounced back in a way that some might call admirable. but now she’s left with the aftermath ; a killer headache and a drink in her hand that doesn’t sound all too appealing, and an intense craving for a cigarette. she attributes her nicotine addiction to being european and spending her teenage years buying packs of chesterfield reds only to cough and choke on the smoke on her roof. so, she does as her instincts say, and she makes the trek up the narrow staircase. partygoers are scattered, and delia can’t help but to wince at the sound of a sound of a boy vomiting off the roof, hoping that someone hasn’t been caught in the crossfire. slowly, she sits on an edge, legs crossing, fishing through her bag for her lighter. @amthvsts​

[highdrama]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓

stupid, stupid, stupid. and yet delia has no one to blame but herself ; she supposes the tears mix in with her costume quite well, after all, carrie white certainly cried before she brought her own form of destruction down. but delia’s had a taste of chaos and she doesn’t want it now. despite it all, she’s still absolutely wasted and her vision spins and it all is TOO MUCH. stopped in the middle of the dance floor, shaky legs, ( dante’s nickname seems so fitting now ) she feels as though she’s choking on her own tongue. but finally, finally, her dark eyes are drawn to a figure so warm and inviting, feet moving on their own accord, her trembling hand reaching out to touch hollis’s shoulder delicately. a part of her is embarrassed -- he knows and loves her mind, he didn’t ask for the carnage that came with it, but at the sight of him, there’s no one else she wants to talk to. “ hi, ” another shaky breath is inhaled, as though it’s all she has to hold herself together. “ will you -- will you come outside with me? ” her voice breaks on the end, but she still has enough in her to manage a glare at a passerby, his snicker as he brushed delia’s shoulder on loop in her mind. @gvrnets​

[highdrama]

𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 location : open bar

“ these vodka crans are going to be my downfall tonight. ” delia peers at her companion with a devilish grin ; she looks straight out of hell herself. twisted prom queen, decadence drenched, sticky fake blood coating the vast majority of her skin. chocolate syrup, laundry detergent, and red food coloring -- who would’ve thought? “ if i do something embarrassing that i’ll regret tomorrow, just do me a favor and don’t tell me. ” she raises the bag to the other in cheers. her eyes trail on the other bodies mingling around them, lingering momentarily on a girl dressed as jennifer check, again on a guy from her lit class who’s dressed as what she can only assume is mr. darcy. a lofty sigh leaves her lips. “ i love halloween. ” @opalsmedia​

[wizardsexmachine]

I put Dancing Queen by ABBA over the prom scene in Carrie

[ghoulishpumpkinz]

Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve got the winners. I give you Tommy Ross and Carrie White.

Carrie (1976)

[highdrama]

𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 -- 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 ,  𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟 , 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 !  𝑖’𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒 !  𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 ,  𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚 .  𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦 , 𝑜ℎ 𝑚𝑦 , 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦 !  𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 !

[highdrama]

dantesinfcrno​

*  !!!   –––  exploring antique shops is one of dante’s favorite pastimes: he has always been attracted to mysteries and stories that did not belong to him –– postcards with heartfelt messages, books with sorrowful dedications, pictures that would forever remain an unanswered question haunting his thoughts. much like him, these trinkets were forgotten –– perhaps, there was still an underlying worth to them, no matter how minuscule. there’s magic in searching for it, and it’s why dante buries himself in pieces too inconsequential to be considered historic. it’s a nostalgic agony that leaves him aching, and yet –– it remains as his most adored places. delia is the company to make it bearable: dante is capable of laughing at silly posters when she is near, and forget that he’s just as much of a joke. once she shoves a faded photograph into his sight, a small smile is already in his lips. –––– the photo or the family in it? because that little girl looks like she just came out of an audition for the ring.

delia attributes her love of antiques to her MOTHER, who walks as a vintage piece herself. she remembers being five years old and being tugged along by the hand ; soft features peering up at the visage of her mom, ever the enigma, ever the mystery. she would pick out vintage clothing pieces, instill in a young delia that there’s a story behind every single item. though her parents say they don’t understand where their daughter got her gift of language from, delia would say it trickled down directly from them. though they don’t string words together, their lives are still spent telling stories ; james tells the story of the stars and the universe. claudia tells a story with her body. she just tells her story plainly. she gains inspiration from everything, mind never on pause, eyes scanning over each and every trinket and toy and faded t-shirt in the place, wondering who, what, when, where -- WHY. the why is always her favorite. “ both? ” delia turns it back to her with a flick of the wrist. “ hm, let me try -- i think ... i think that she was possessed at a young age. her parents called in an exorcist and they thought they got the spirit out of her, but she was never quite THE SAME. this was the last photo they all took before she mysteriously disappeared. but locals in the town think that she was killed by her own parents. ” she pauses and lets out a laugh. “ too MORBID? ”

[highdrama]

amthvsts​

     her brain is nothing short of a tangled web, ideas crisscrossing each other haphazardly as she attempts to get a minimum of her reading done. though the east library remains a predominantly quiet space, anything can easily be turned into a distraction, if the amethyst tries hard enough. including the iced coffee ( and accompanying garnet prodigy ) which miraculously appears in her sightline. ❝ if i wasn’t one hundred per cent sure hollis would mount my head on a spike for it, i’d absolutely kiss you right now. tongue and all, ❞ she beams, attempting as best she can to keep her excitement contained, and quiet. at this point, a real, human distraction ( rather than the exhilarating task of counting the number of red books on nearby shelves ) is nothing short of vital. ❝ i absolutely wouldn’t mind. i’m a few paragraphs deep into my reading for ‘ transparency and accountability in government, ’ and had to stomach the fact that the gambia’s old president publicly told the world that bananas can cure aids. ❞

the state of her hands is a rarity ; smooth and with a coat of red polish on her nails that catches in the light. a tell-tale sign of her mental state at any given moment can be found in her hands. she always keeps her nails short, for more reasons than one, but they’re more often than not bitten-down, cuticles red, anxiety in the flesh. but things had been good and she has been happy and it is reflected. her grin is wide as she pulls the chair out and she lets her bag fall to the floor beside her with little care, attention set on amelia. “ oh, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. ” she pops the straw through the lid and takes a long sip, feeling as though her life source has miraculously been replenished. she snorts at the words of the other girls and rolls her eyes, leaning forward, chin now rested delicately in the palm of her hand. “ transparency and accountability in government feels a bit like an oxymoron. hard to study something that barely exists. ” another sip is taken as a punctuation. “ i’d be a politician. if the thought didn’t make me want to shrivel up and die. ”

[dorothy16]

maudeapatow 🌸🌸🌸

[valleyhowler]

I'm the modern Oracle of Delphi but instead of breathing in ground vapors to bring about visions I just drink an extra large french vanilla iced coffee and vibrate until I am tuned in

[highdrama]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓.

delia passes a coffee and pastry to eden casually, kicking out her legs in front of her. they’re sat in the cafe but she’s claimed it as though it’s her own home, slender ankle propped up on the edge of another chair, glancing at the passerby who looks at it quizzically with a slight scowl. “ sometimes i think english people were raised in a barn. staring is so rude. ” she fixes her gaze back to eden and rolls her eyes before slipping into an easy grin. it’s always easy with eden -- her friend, the closest thing she’s had to a sister since her birth ; the fondness between them is palpable. “ just say i’m pretty and GO. ” @edenkept​

[1617]

[highdrama]

@bcsile​ !