unstoppable

without strength and a contender/ i am real and a pretender

[hunterschafer]

EUPHORIA (2019)

[mexicanheaux]

Every days a fucking performance huh ladies?? Where’s OUR Emmy

[hunterschafer]

euphoria | the carnival - behind the scenes

[inoahthingor2]

Where: Vixen Kitchen

When: February 11th

Who: Open 

Noah had little notes strewn all around him, haphazardly shuffled into two piles, ones that were done, and ones that were trashed. He loved Valentine’s Day; any reason to celebrate being able to love someone, friend, family or otherwise was a cause for a party and a half. He had made sure to scribble out at least a little something for everyone, even though he didn’t know everyone well enough to give them a personalized one.

Of course, Lucas and Ripley’s were pretty sweet and funny in equal parts, but they had been pretty easy to write. He knew exactly how he loved them and how much they meant to him. This one, on the other hand, was not coming as easily.

Basil’s was the last one he had to do, and he was scratching his head at it. He wanted it to be special, but he didn’t know how special and in what way. Even though he hadn’t really meant much by well…. What had happened, he felt like he had scared Basil off because of it. Basil seemed hot and cold to him, both seeking him out and pushing him away, and it constantly made his head spin.

But it was all worth it, because Basil had the most charming smile Noah had ever seen, and he had been able to see it a couple times now.

He rubbed the eraser on the table absently, before he looked up as he heard someone coming in. Half of him was embarrassed that he was caught in this situation, but the other half of him was mildly grateful for potential help with this problem he was having. 

“Hey!” he called out with an enthusiastic wave. “Help me out. What’s something sweet that rhymes with smile?”

[indigohayes]

Another Valentine’s season had arrived, with Indigo’s only plan, as usual, to stock up on cheap candy and enjoy a weekend of everything being her favorite color. She wasn’t particularly broken up about that; it’d be hard to with a sweet tooth like hers. It was a few days too early for her to go all out yet, but she had a decent enough haul she’d left a bowl in the common area at fox tower and had come to do the same at the vixen den, partially as an apology for poking her head in as much as she did and partially to spread her own cheerful mood. 

“Oooh, valentines?” Indigo replied, as she retrieved a bowl from the cupboard to shovel her offering of pink and red wrapped sweets into, leaving it on the counter before plopping down across from Noah. “Hm...while? No! Style! I think that works.” She tilted her head, grinning mischievously. “Might help if I knew who you were writing it for, but if that’s too private I can keep throwing words at you.”

[mckennamonroe]

LOCATION: Vixen Den  DATE: February 12th  TIME: 1:15 PM  OPEN

          Her last class of the day was cancelled and instead of heading to the library to work on some of her homework, the blonde decided to trek back to the Den before practice. Grab a book from her room and read for pleasure. She was caught up on her homework for the most part and didn’t think it was necessary to start on her next assignment because she had a few weeks to work on it. Normally, she would do her assignments when she got them especially on a game week, but it was nearing Valentines day and she was trying her best to get herself hyped for both the game and the party on Saturday. Lately had felt like she wasn’t spending as much time with her fellow Vixens and the Foxes because she’d been so busy lately—she wanted to change up her routine and make sure that she made more of an effort to see them regularly. The blonde wished that there was more time during the day. As much as she wanted to focus on socialization, school was the reason she was here at Palmetto and she wouldn’t be happy with herself if she didn’t put effort into her work. After a few minutes of trying to focus on the book and failing, McKenna put the book down on the table and headed into the kitchen.

         To say she was a good cook would be stretching it by a lot. As much as her grandmother spent in the kitchen, she’d never been able to teach McKenna anything about cooking or baking. Everything seemed to go over her head—and it wasn’t as if McKenna cared to learn. She always made some excuse to not help in the kitchen. She knew some of the basics of course, but even that didn’t usually turn up with something edible. She wanted a snack though and didn’t feel like eating someone else’s food or going all the way back to campus to get something there. So was going make something simple sugar cookies. Maybe if they were okay, she could give them to people for Valentine’s Day or something. But twenty minutes later, the kitchen is a disaster and so is McKenna. Covered in flour with the timer going off on the microwave, McKenna rushes over to the oven, wondering if whatever she made was even salvageable—looking at it, she objectively decided: it was not. “I’m an absolute disaster,” she mutters as she dumps it into the trashcan and glances around at the mess she made. 

[indigohayes]

Indigo was decidedly not a vixen. Cheerleading wasn’t even something that had been on her radar before she came out and switched schools, and then steering clear of her high school’s cheer team had become a matter of self-preservation, even with her reputation as a troublemaker who gave as good as she got when someone messed with her. Still, she appreciated the athleticism of the sport, just as much as she appriciated exy or soccer, and the Vixens were just as involved in the games and the success of the team as the Foxes. Indigo would have felt weird not at least trying to socialize with them the way she would her own teammates. 

So she found herself popping into the Den, not for the first time, just to see if anyone was around to doing something she could insert herself into. She was immediately hit with the smell of burned sugar. Following it cautiously to the kitchen, she managed to stifle a giggle but not a grin. It looked like a small tornado had hit the place, with one forlorn vixen standing in the middle of it all. 

“If that isn’t the biggest goddamn mood,” Indigo says, in what she hopes is at least sort of a friendly, sympathetic tone. “What were you even trying to do?”

[secretpatch-word]

Where: Student Union

When: Noon, February 14th

Who: Open

Patch could help but sigh in soft satisfaction as she tucked her hair behind her ear, daintily crossing one of her legs over the other, well aware of the way her dress slid up her thigh obscenely. The muscles in her legs and shoulders stretched the fabric, and she couldn’t help but appreciate the feeling of both being aware of her strength but equally aware of how delicate her feet looked in her heels.

Valentine’s Day was here, and Patch would be damned if she didn’t spend it attracting attention. It had been something else, riding the bittersweet high of being with Caleb while also regretting how things happened with Rosie, and at the moment, all she wanted to do was feel appreciative eyes on her and perhaps leave a mark on the general population.

Physically and figuratively. 

The sign around her neck was as classy as someone who was giving out free kisses while dressed like she was could be. She had already had to fix her lipstick twice after giving a group of giggling freshmen girls little smacks of lipstick on their cheeks in a way that was strangely chaste for what her intentions had been when she had gotten dressed this morning.

She lounged easily, eyes lazily searching for her next victim, when her mouth quirked up in a pleased smile as she recognized someone in the crowd. She gave them a little wave from across the room, allowing them to decide if they were interested in approaching her like she was, and she couldn’t help but grin and press her painted lips together in anticipation. 

[indigohayes]

Indigo wasn’t someone who usually had plans on Valentine’s Day, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy it. It was nice to see all the bright and cheerful decor up in the student union in what could otherwise be a fairly drab season. She’d worn one of her cutsier pink dresses for the occasion, and highlighted her hair with light pink hair chalk, so she’d only have to commit to the color until she washed it again. Some student groups had booths set up to buy flowers or candy or cards to send to people, one or two played music, and the general atmosphere was an upbeat one. Indigo stopped to slide a couple of bucks to one table selling cute plastic roses, twirling the one she received happily as she kept walking. 

She noticed a couple of giggling freshmen with identical lipstick markings on their cheeks, chalking it up to them doing it to each other until a few other girls with the same ones joined them. The person wearing a sign caught her attention next, her smile broadening slightly when she recognized Patch. Indigo tried to spend some of her free time hanging around the Den when she could, even if it was just to play games or watch movies. It could never hurt to get to know the team who cheered them on so faithfully a little better, especially when most of them were so nice (and pretty, but she didn’t need to admit that part out loud. She was perfectly content with harmless admiration). She returned the wave, making her way over to where the vixen was lounging. 

“Hey! You look fuckin’ amazing, if no one’s told you that yet,” Indigo smiled. “What brings you out here today?” The sign more or less made it obvious, but she was still curious what would motivate her to put the effort in.

[no2granger]

At the moment, every day feels like a bad day. Things have been…not good since Christmas, eespecially where Louis’ parents are concerned. His refusal to join them and the rest of his family in Australia for the Foxes’ last Christmas break had left some bitter, heavy tension between he and his parents. He didn’t know if it was better or worse that he was in Palmetto and they were all the way in Canada.

They didn’t like that they hadn’t seen Louis in so long and he didn’t like that they were constantly trying to see him. A part of him truly did understand and empathise with them; they knew what he was capable of doing to himself and before he came to Palmetto, they’d had 3 years where they could keep a constant eye on him. He just wished he knew what it was that was worrying them so much; what was causing them to try and call him twice a day? They said he was acting different, strange, distant, but Louis didn’t see it - he just wanted a little space.

As it was, things were not improving any time soon and it was starting to leak into his life in Palmetto. After a heated argument with his father one morning, Louis had was so angry that Wymack told him to go and take a breather when his temper made it’s way onto the court during practice. A similar argument followed that evening and Louis was still seething in the morning, so much so that he said ‘fuck it’ to practice completely and he sped away in his car from Palmetto for the day. It wasn’t a choice he’d ever make again; Wymack had given him the verbal bollocking of his life and Louis was so ashamed when he left the coach’s office that he genuinely thought about writing him some kind of apology note.

Then the Foxwatch post happened.

Louis was human. He liked gossip but that didn’t mean he wanted to be apart of it. He looked awful: his clothes rumpled from a lack of motivation to do a proper load of laundry, dark bags under his eyes and his hair messy and tangled from poor sleep or lack thereof completely. He sat in the common area, leaning forward in his chair and his laptop propped up on the coffee table. His foot tapped anxiously as he read the post and it ignited the anger, anxiety and shame that had plagued him like a bad cold for the past few weeks.

‘Watch out little Fox, it looks like you’re on thin ice.’ Louis slammed his laptop shut and at the same time, the door to the common area swung open. It surprised Louis enough that he shot out of his chair. “What? What the fuck do you want?” He barked, before even looking to see who it was.

[indigohayes]

This isn’t Indigo’s first school year in fox tower; she knows her teammates can be a...mixed bag, to put it lightly. She’s used to people coming and going at all hours and not knowing what mood she’s going to catch people in on the court or in the dorms, but she gets it, she does. Hell, Indigo has her own share of issues: you didn’t end up on this team because you grew up happy and well-adjusted. Still, that doesn’t mean she was expecting to yelled at for just walking into the common area of all places. It was right in the name, after all. 

“Hello to you too,” Indigo says sarcastically. “Just passin’ through, mindin’ my own business, don’t need to bite my fuckin’ head off.” She almost regrets grumbling at Louis when she sees the state he’s in, rumpled clothes and hair, dark circles under his eyes starting to look more like bruises. Almost. She didn’t appreciate being snapped at, after all. But there was clearly something else going on here. Indigo could be nice when she wanted to be, despite what the girls at her old school would tell you. There’s no reason she couldn’t be now; Louis has never really given her any reasons to dislike him, and he’s an upperclassman. She can’t help but look up to any veteran Fox, even just a bit. Probably part of her own passion for the sport. She rubs the back of her neck self-consciously and clears her throat.

“Hey uh, no offense, but you look like hell. I was on my way to get food someplace, if you wanna get out of here for a bit? Even if it’s just the dining hall.  I can pay if you want, too. Got more on the plan than I really need by myself.”

[glxryhoskins]

Location: Palmetto Campus Date: Sunday, February 10 Time: Afternoon (open)

The trees in Palmetto aren’t like the ones back home, the ones that Glory grew up climbing, staying high up in the limbs even when her siblings tried to call her back in to dinner, or to do chores. This is all carefully manicured college campus, and those had been—old, and big, growing there since long before Glory was born, when it was other Hoskins climbing them. 

Back home, she could step into the woods surrounding her home and feel like she was the only person around in the world. She knew it by heart. She had her hiding places, and no one could find her in them, because none of her siblings knew the woods like Glory did. And even though she knows that Owls Bend isn’t the only place in the world that feels like that, that’s open and spacious and wild, the places she’s been since she left haven’t been like that. 

There are always too many people. There’s never enough open space. 

Sometimes it feels suffocating. Sometimes it feels crushing.

She knows how many of the Foxes like the roof of the Tower, but Glory’s always preferred trees: it feels familiar, putting hand over hand and foot over foot to get as high as she can go, settling in the bend between the trunk and a sturdy limb to try and finish some of the reading she’s been putting off for her morning class tomorrow—it’s all Exy, all Championships, and it’s easy for classes to take a backseat, especially when she’s never thought of herself as one of the smart ones, anyways. 

She’s secure enough not to fall, but the heavy textbook she’s reading it a different story: she finds her attention drifting from it, and doesn’t notice when it starts to shift until it’s falling from her lap, narrowly missing landing on someone passing by below. “Sorry!” She calls, peering down between the branches. “Can I talk you into bringing that back up to me or am I gonna have to come down there?”

[indigohayes]

Indigo’s favorite thing about going to college in South Carolina (one of them anyway, there are a few other contenders) is that even in February, the days don’t tend to get below 50 degrees. She’s lived in countries where the winters howl through the negatives well into early spring. There’s just so much more to do when it’s warmer out, not to mention spending those seasons cooped up with almost no one but her parents for company would give anyone a bad case of cabin fever. Thankfully her roommates are better to be around on principle, but sometimes she still needs to get somewhere else; if she does nothing but go between her dorm and classes and the court, she’ll go crazy. 

So today Indigo had rearranged her workout playlist with alternating tempos that will help her practice the short bursts of greater speed expected of a striker, and set off on a brisk run around campus. It’s always challenging; nothing like the familiarity of the court under her, but it’s fun too, to focus on her body and get her head out of her grades and the championships and the fact that neither of her parents have come to a single game this season. Indigo isn’t sure why she expected anything different, if high school and last year were any indication of their attitudes, but come on, Maryland wasn’t that far, she’d think her mom could have at least faked an interest by now. She stops thinking about all of that abruptly, though, when a heavy textbook thunks to the ground barely a foot to her right, sending her jumping back on instinct. 

Indigo’s brief flare of anger dampens when she looks up into the tree above her and realizes it’s just one of her teammates, rather than someone else on campus pulling shit on purpose, and dies altogether when Glory apologizes. She yanks her headphones out and stuffs them back into the kangaroo pocket of her orange hoodie. “They never warn you about falling textbooks in all those watered-down college guides they write!” She calls up brightly. “I got you, just give me a minute, and don’t judge me, okay?” Climbing trees isn’t something Indigo goes around doing very often, but this is one of those smaller landscaping specimens, and it should be simple enough. She scoops up the book, considers the tree for a few moments, looking for good possible hand and footholds, before starting to scramble up. 

Her ascent isn’t nearly as graceful as she would have preferred, and when she finds a spot to settle in the crook of a sturdy branch and leans to hand the book to Glory, she nearly loses her balance until she holds on tighter with her legs. Still, she laughs it off. “Nailed it! What on earth did they subject you to that’s so heavy, anyway?”

[blond-shell]

HUNTER SCHAFER for Cosmopolitan (2019)

[immuno-deactivated20240319]

*wears 6 inch platform boots for mental health reasons*

[indigohayes]

01/BASICS

Full Name: Indigo Hayes Nickname: doesn’t use one (yet?) Birthday: August 16 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bi/Pan (tho she tends to prefer women)  Astrological Sign: Leo Spoken Languages: English, conversational in french and spanish but lazy about grammar  Birthplace: Bethesda, Maryland Relationship status: Single

02/PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: bleach blonde Eye Color: blue Face Claim: Hunter Schafer Height: 5′10″ Tattoos: none Piercings: she has a bunch in her ears Unique Attributes: loud eye makeup and varying hair color, cute beauty spot under right eye

03/PERSONALITY TRAITS/TYPES

Positive Traits: dedicated, confident, optimistic, passionate Negative Traits: stubborn, provocative, rude, contrary Hobbies/Interests: exy (obviously), makeup, fashion, dancing, music, soccer Insecurities: being ignored, appearing weak or vulnerable, not being good at something right away. Quirks/Eccentricities: snorts when she laughs, eats “finger food” with a fork (all that living overseas, man)  MBTI Type: ENFJ Enneagram Type: 7, the enthusiast Moral Alignment: chaotic good Temperament: probably somewhere between sanguine and phlegmatic

04/FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Mom and Dad How do they feel about their family?: She wouldn’t be where she is without them ((((: How does their family feel about them?: as far as she knows, she could disappear into thin air and all her parents would do is sigh in relief. Pets: none Where do they live?: in fox tower during the school year, at her mom’s over the summer. Description of their home: Her mom got the huge house in Bethesda in the divorce. Kept painstakingly clean and devoid of all signs of life, outside of the color explosion that is Indigo’s room. Description of their bedroom: Since she’s only lived there in between boarding school and college breaks, it’s a largely disorganized mess of varying knick-knacks and decor from all her various phases she hasn’t had the heart to get rid of yet. 

05/THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist Leader or Follower?: Doesn’t particularly want to lead (ew, responsibility) but doesn’t really follow that well either (ew, authority) Confident or Self-Conscious?: Confident Cautious or Careless?: Careless Passionate or Apathetic?: Passionate Book Smarts or Street Smarts?: Street Smarts! Compliments or Insults?: Compliments

06/FAVORITES

Favorite Color: pink! all shades Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: ideally combines cute, loud, and comfortable. likes to put twists on current fashion trends. Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: anything with a good beat she can dance to or a good fast paced, driving tune that can pump her up Favorite Movies: kitschy old sci fi and rom coms Favorite Books: kitschy old sci fi and sappy romance novels Favorite Foods/Drinks: Addicted to anything super sugary or really spicy Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: besides exy, still follows soccer, particularly the women’s teams out of Baltimore and the LA Galaxy Favorite Time of Day: She’s a night owl Favorite Weather/Season: Summer is her favorite season, she loves sunny days and the odd warm rain. Favorite Animal: Dolphins

[jamzm]

[takecouragelover]

“[…] a self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.”

— Virginia Woolf, “The Humane Art” (in The Death of the Moth and Other Essays)

[kwenglipa]

Hunter Schafer for Elite Model