young, dumb, & broke.

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[musingisms]

( the gang member. ) i liked that about her. she was unpredictable. sometimes the things she said and did were surprising. sometimes they disturbed me. but she was exciting, and that’s what i liked most. she was so many, many things but she was never once boring.

[1617]

“you look tired” bro i want to stop existing

[dailybeyoncegifs]

[trcshqueen]

SHE’S SO MEAN, matchbox twenty

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

‘Part of this family’ he repeated back to himself as he spoke, a phrase he began getting used to hearing. Anytime he disagreed with a simple statement now, it was seen as disobeying his father and hed get the same lecture on how if he was a ‘part of the family’ then he would do as his older siblings did. Which in Kais mind, meant following along like a little puppy and hanging onto his every word. “Youre right I forgot mourning and recovery had a time limit, my apologies for burdening the great Vanessa Montgomery who tells people she has one brother,” And even at his age, he was as individual as they came, and to much of a mommas boy to worry about being in his fathers good graces. He knew he was always protected no matter how angry his father got, but now? He was out in the open, ready for the hunting and no one in his family or their friends were there to protect him and have his back, ”easy for you to say,” slipped through his lips before he had the time to process his thoughts.

“Ah yes, the police chiefs wife in jail, doing drugs, or involved with a gang. That’ll really seal his legacy huh?” He hissed out before sighing for a moment, rubbing his face roughly. “Look, you keep up whatever picture perfect appearance you think you need to have. Unlike those two, and clearly yourself, I dont care if i show emotion. Everyone has an emotion, and everyone shares it in their way. Unfortunately for myself, I have three stone faced people surrounding me. Im gonna look out of place regardless if I speak or not, Id rather save myself the knowledge of knowing everyone saw me sobbing at my mothers coffin,”

He smiled and shook hands of the people who went by, nodding at some of words given his way. Already feeling to small for the group around them and wanting to slink to the corner with his mom, but unfortunately this would become his new normal. Being in the middle of the attention given to the Montgomery, regardless if they all knew the truth or not.

“Have you even thought to ask me what I want to do to honor Momma, or are you to busy pleasing dear old dad to care?” He whispered, before smiling at the gentleman in front of him.

“Mourning? You’ve been skipping school and smoking with every Snow Bunny in walking distance. That’s hardly grieving,” Vanessa replied, rolling her eyes. Instead of getting annoyed at the next part however, Vanessa found a scary calmness. A tone unfamiliar to her towards Kai, but the same dry, cold calmness she delivered at Degrassi to anyone who challenged her. “I have a younger brother named Malachai who doesn’t go by Malachai nor acknowledges he’s a Montgomery so save me the woe is me act. You wanted your life separate from ours, forgive me for not following your wishes.” 

And even as Vanessa turned it on Kai, she knew she was i the wrong. Sure Kai did want to be his own person outside of their family name and in a way Vanessa admired that––wished she had the confidence to do it herself. But it was easier to find confidence in their name and let that be her guide. Nathanial and Vanessa were the perfect children to the perfect family from a perfect marriage; all Kai ever did in their families’ eyes was harm that image. So when Kai expressed his wants to feel like his own person, Vanessa took that get out of jail free card and erased him from her legacy, or at least the legacy that was public. 

“I don’t give a shit what that man wants,” Vanessa hissed back lowly. She looked to the casket behind them, then to Heaven, “Sorry Ma... No cursing at church,” she whispered more-so to herself than anything. Once it seemed that most people were beginning to hoard their father, Vanessa grabbed Kai’s arm pulling him into a more private hallway. It felt even in a separate room, their father’s eyes were burning a timer into their backs. “

I’m doing what I need to do to honor Ma. I’m trying to keep this family together and you’re fighting me at every corner. You and Nate are so stuck in being on Ma or Daddy’s side that you both forgot the one thing both of them cared about––us staying together. So hate the world, hate me and Nate, hate Daddy for all I care. But whatever the hell you’re doing ain’t honoring Mama.”

[izzyindie]

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@izzyindie​

there are a about a million things she’d rather be doing than giving the grand tour to riverdale’s latest southside transfer. like making out with joey tribbone in the art room before the first bell, or advising the other river vixens what not to wear to homecoming (a necessary precaution after maci’s pink disco ball disaster from last year), even her unfinished quadratics homework looks more appealing in the moment. but a lack of extra curricular does not a most popular girl in school make. and if she had any chances of living up to her mother’s legacy of twice reigning  prom queen, captain of the vixens and voted: most likely to be never be single in her senior yearbook, she needed to get in good with the masses. 

she walks ahead of the only person in her tour group this morning, blue and gold skirt flouncing at the same rate of the long ponytail pulled messily at the top of her head. “and over here we have the fine arts hall, drama, chorus, and visual–” she rushes through, only pausing in action to wink at joey, so cute in his matching letterman, who gestures for her to get this thing over with and almost knocks over a set of acrylic paints in the process. 

chocolatey hues land back on the task at hand. “so do you think you’re gonna join any clubs..what did you say your name was again?”

equally annoyed by their forced interaction, vanessa was counting down the minutes until whatever this Northside welcome was supposed to be. she bore a stark contrast, vanessa clad in combat leather heels, leather jacket with the signature serpent logo covered intentionally by her highlighted curls, and brown skin to match. if the school’s plan was to assimilate the southsiders in, they’d have a fight on their hands. hell, parents and leaders were still complaining about the move for southside students to “better opportunities”. it all sounded like fear of gang activity to vanessa, but she had been careful with her words with everything going on.

her eyes only perched up for a moment at the mention of the fine arts hall, but dropped back immediately to her texts once the boy entered the picture. totally ignoring the opposite girl’s question; apparently after having the principle who originally connected repeated it ten times wasn’t enough. 

“think you’ve got someone waiting, tami.”

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

Kai hadn’t moved from his place in front of the mirror, his gaze never moving from his reflection. If anyone walked by they’d think he was possessed, like he was just looking through himself. The cuts and bruises from the accident still present, but faded slightly as days passed. And the memories still as vivid as the day it happened, every time he closes his eyes he saw the bright blue and red lights, the sound of the sirens blaring in his ears, and the image of his mother lifeless in front of him.

“You think I give a fuck about appearances? You think I can get up and speak about her? Like I don’t think about her every second of everyday, and the worst part is I can’t even remember the good things! I can’t remember the love she showed us, or the jokes she make, or anything besides seeing her laying there,”

“None of you know what I went through, father or Nate haven’t even asked me a question about it or checked to see how I’m doing. We’re all mourning, we’re all crushed by the fact momma is gone. But none of you were there, none of you had to see it or experience what we did. And god, it shouldn’t fucking be her who’s gone. It’s not like anyone would’ve missed me anyway,” he spoke, finally turning from the mirror and facing his sister. His eyes rimmed with tears, before walking right past her, head held high and taking his place in line with his family.

She could see how off Kai looked, hell she looked the same underneath all he carefully placed makeup, but Vanessa couldn’t find it within herself to find empathy. She wasn’t there, but she had spent her ow time beating herself up literally and metaphorically trying to deal with it all. “Stop it,” Vanessa replied firmly. “I’ve been dealing with your bitchin’ and moanin’ for the past two weeks and I’m sick of it. You know what it means to be a part of this family, heartbreak or not. If you’re not going to act accordingly, don’t come.”

Right away Vanessa heard hints of their mother’s Souther draw in her voice, but she immediately shook it off; a face resembling their father’s apathy taking its place. “No one is going to care that Mama died after this. People are going to assume we lost our mother to gang violence, drugs, or that she’s doing time. So either honor Mama now or spend the rest of your life ruthlessly defending her. Either way you’re making an enemy of yourself in your home. She wouldn’t want that.” 

Once their eyes met, Vanessa knew she had to hope strength. Though her eyes were blood shot, anyone who knew her not a singular tear was actually shed––just rosy cheeks and slightly slowed movements were her guide. She followed in line, taking her place as the middle child between her brothers. 

“You’re going to regret this,” she whispered.

[izzyindie]

“You know it’s Mama’s wishes that you speak.” Vanessa approached, clad in an all black lace gown that exposed skin both on her mid-drift and her thighs, crossing her arms as she approached her brother. You couldn’t tell from Vanessa’s appearance, but the moment was somber as ever. Everyone surrounding them in all black, paying their respects, and getting unnecessarily close to hugging each of the Montgomery siblings. 

Vanessa looked over the crowd, eyes locking with their father’s right away. There were tears his eyes, bit no resemblance of pain. No droopy eyes, sleepless nights, or weightless heart to match. Just a stern nod and back to shaking hands the eldest Montgomery went. “I get it you’re in the middle of the, God forgive my language, fuck the world and everyone in it mood but right now you need to be a Montgomery. You already know what’s waiting at home if we don’t perform. So play your fucking sweet, artistic dreamer role and be miserable after. People are watching.”

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

“I think it would depend on who you ask,” a simple shrug, relaxing into the seat a little more and looking over at him, “I’ve gotten a rave review one or twice,” laughing airily, almost like a small sigh. Her gaze finding his as he turned towards her, the look in his eyes telling her this this was a secret. That it was to stay between the two of them, and something told her it would be like that for a while. “I understand wanting to keep up appearances. I have my own discretions, you don’t have to worry about me,” making sure she kept his gaze as she spoke. Lia wanted to be sure he could trust her, no matter what secrets came her way. “We all have one or two, im sure time will reveal more as we go,” Turning away from him only when she felt the cut of the engine, and looking to see where they were. 

“Not really into the reviews. Rather find out for myself and return the favor,” Luke smirked. The idea of reviews raised his eyebrow, but he kept a brave face. In this town, who you are and what you did matter. The town was hierarchy of personalities and the Bakers were at the top. Lia would be a political and religious liability; that only intrigued Luke more––something to sneak around, his eyes only, and still maintain peace all around. Sound like an easy year for Luke. “Appearances are everything,” he affirmed, matching the eye contact. He was swift with hiss movements, cutting the engine, and moving from his door to hers. “Don’t think too much into it. Gotta sister and a mother and a church full of Sisters’ who command respect.” he downplayed to make it seem like he was trying to be impressive.

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

“Some people like to take extreme measures to ensure they’re seen,” he shrugged, “I’m not gonna sit here and lie to you and say I haven’t taken them up on their offers, but it’s few and far between,” he knew the secrets of the hounds weren’t really secrets, the boys tending not to keep their mouths closed when other people are around. But he also knew they liked the overdramatize their escapades, making for a lot of unknowns and rumors.

Dallas couldn’t help the chuckle from his lips, her physique making much more sense now that he knew she was a dancer. “Let me guess, you’re one of them ballerinas? Even a ballerina needs a good set of waffles, maybe I’ll have to take you to my favorite stop,”

He smiled softly as she spoke, noticing a sudden confidence lacing her words. Her words more direct, not a question, or assumption, but a plan. “Not so much a curfew as the team always likes to have a lil party of sorts, but I will be more than glad to blow them off for you. Some of em have been in my life for way to long, but I also can’t see it without em,” a small sigh following his words, looking down for a second. , “anyway,” he spoke shrugging it off, and glancing back up. “Since I happen to have a new nickname, looks like I gotta figure one out for a beautiful girl,”

All Vanessa could do was nod. It wasn’t her place to really question or need to know anymore than was being told to her. Vanessa purposely stayed out Athletics to avoid comparisons to her brothers and her little crush on the Dallas boy who lived down the block. The Hounds were known and the reputation of the kind of girls that appealed to them was legendary to the town coining a nickname for those kind of girls. Her father always warned what happened to those kind of girls.“It’s really not my business. You don’t have to explain,” she explained, nonchalantly. 

“What gave it away?” Vanessa was shy in the most traditional sense, but when it came performing Vanessa shined. She didn’t need words or brains to try and impress people, just being in tune with her body was enough. Her movements said all her words were too shaken to say. “Unfortunately, ballerinas don’t have the luxury of Wrestlers and Hockey players where all you have to do is bulk up and block. I tend to bake more than I actually get to enjoy,” Vanessa replied playfully. 

And soon as the idea of other plans came up, Vanessa felt herself whimpering away a bit. If there was something he felt was more important to go to it felt better to give permission than to bee stood up. Or at least that’s how she thought of it. “We could meet after if you want?” Cheeks flushing immediately red as the words beautiful escaped her lips. “No nickname needed. V or Nessa usually gets my attention.” 

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

He watched her face fall at his words, furrowing his brows in slight confusion. “I like that about you, it’s not a bad thing. The other girls work to hard to get the teams attention, in anyway they can, it’s exhausting. Not knowing what reason they’re talking to you for, or why they’re with us.” He spoke, a soft smile on his lips, “I like the fact you aren’t just throwing yourself into us and into our lives, it’s refreshing. It’s honest,”

Dallas watched her movements, having noticed the piece of hair himself. “I will gladly oblige, and maybe take you up on those waffles. Cheat day of you will,” he sent a wink to her with a small laugh.

He had finally got to kiss her, something he admittedly had thought about more times than just in this room. Holding her gently as he pulled her closer, gently melting into the kiss before she pulled away. He acknowledged the light tint in her cheeks, his eyes immediately finding hers as she spoke, “I’m very glad to hear that,”

“Anyway they can?” Her mind could assume what that meant, but Vanessa wasn’t as naive as she looked. Vanessa had brothers; she knew how they talked about the girls they liked and even heard how they spoke around their friends. Wouldn’t be surprising to hear worse from the hockey boys. “Figured you had enough people in your life, plus my Mama always said when you’re wanted, they’ll know,” Vanessa recited, a hint of softness in her tone.

“Hey, never said they’d be cheat day worthy. Dancers gotta stay inn shape just as much as hockey players do!”

Once again, Vanessa found her eyes fluttering at hiss words, finding a warmth she didn’t realize Vanessa wanted. “And we could... um, hang out after too.” And for once it was a direct statement. Not dancing around the topic or showing fear, but asking directly for what she wanted. “Unless you gotta curfew, Mikey,” Vanessa teased, using the nickname for the first time.

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

“But there’s no fun in that,” she pouted, rolling her eyes. Slowly realizing it was gonna be a bigger effort on her part to get what she wanted. Luckily for her she was able to play up the innocent but not so innocent card well, in more ways than one. Knowing that different guys wanted different things, she learned ways to adapt to the different types of people. Watching his hand move across her thigh, the slight brush bringing a small warmth to her. Inspecting the case that was placed on her lap for a moment, “I know a few guys, don’t like keeping all my business in one place,” she shrugged, popping it open and a smile tugging to her lips. “The All American has a dirty little secret, love to see it,” Before finally going to her phone and clicking shuffle play on her playlist, “I listen to a little bit of everything honestly, but certain artists I only prefer few or limited songs,”

“Maybe not for you,” Luke replied matter of factly. He let his free hand find its way to her thigh, comfortability giving it a bit of a squeeze. Always one to press his luck once he got enough time with a girl. He wasn’t much of a pick bunny guy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted––hell look who Luke was with––but it never went past fun temptation at least that’s what his Hounds and the greater public knew anymore. “I pay for a bit of... discretion with my guy. You understand.” Luke turned to look directly at Lia, hoping she would get that discretion needed to extend to this as well. “Dirty little secret, eh?” he chuckled more to himself than to Lia. He pulled into his apartment complex, cutting the engine. 

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

Her strides falter for only a moment as she took in his words, a simple nod with a smirk on her lips, “Perhaps I like both, whatever you prefer Daddy,” Lia listened to his words, having been to one or two of the hounds parties. Luke either never showing up or disappearing halfway through the night she eventually just stopped looking for him. But that didn’t mean her intrigue on him diminished any, if anything only strengthened. “And what kind of poisons might that be?” A perfectly kept brow raising at him, her eyes glinting with mischief and curiosity. “I wouldn’t dare, I’m a little insulted you think I would,”

“I prefer your mouth closed,” Luke rolled off his tongue in indifference. It wasn’t a secret that Luke wasn’t the most progressive thinking when it came to women, but he what he lacked in nuisance he made up in treatment. In the same way he thought of women traditionally, he understood his role as a man traditionally as well. He only nodded, reaching besides here and purposely brushing his hands against her bare thigh to get passenger door holder. “Uppers, downers... I know a guy.” He let the small cigar holder he was reaching for fall into Lia’s lap before starting up the road. “And what am I supposed to think? You listen to hardcore  rap or punk?”

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

@izzyindie

Kai was finally happy, being in an apartment with his sister away from the family they never wanted. Well, most members they didn’t want around. There was something blissful being able to do as he pleased and not worry about what was around him. Everything worked, for once it was finally good. “Alright Nessie I got us Chinese food, yes I got whatever your favorite is, don’t be so shocked that I know,” his voice traveled around the apartment as he walked through the door, putting his keys on the table.

“Whatever my favorite is?” Vanessa called out, pushing the hoop ear ring through her ear. Her heels clacked on the tile as she moved through her room to the open area. It was their new normal. Long away from the days of silent family dinners with their father at the hem going on about Kai’s obnoxious pink hair and Vanessa even obnoxious-er boyfriends. But now they two sitcom watching siblings, who smiled while passing and acknowledging their existences. “You know I work tonight?” she shook her head, looking through the food bags.

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

“I could never forget about the small town folk, especially since I see someone being there with me,” he wasn’t sure the undertones in his words. Not realizing he was thinking about her still being in his life, even if he meant one of his friends when he began his sentence he realized it didn’t stick to them. “Thank you Vanessa, that means a lot coming from someone who isn’t a puck bunny or trying to get an in,”

He watched her move closer, his instinct telling him to reach out and pull her in but he instead stood where he was his gaze drawing to her shorter form as she got closer. “There’s a possibility, I happen to know how to pull strings,” ignoring the small swell of his heart as he heard that sweet giggle coming from her mouth. And it was because of him, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Listening in amusement as she spoke, watching and listening with his arms crossed. A soft chuckle falling from his lips before he stepped closer, “I prefer knowing your eyes are all on me, truth be told I play a little better knowing you’re there,” he spoke grabbing her around the waist, pulling her in and softly pressing his lips to hers.

All Vanessa could do was nod. Of course he’d have some hometown girl by his side, plenty of high school turned frat boys, and a town rallying every game. It was the life people always spoke highly in regards to the Dallas child. She couldn’t imagine the pressure of having the world on her shoulders like that.  Her heart immediately dropped hearing the phrase puck bunny. “Oh.” That was all she could manage. It wasn’t her place to feel insecure about other girls, but knowing Dallas played into the idea it only made her feel like Dallas wouldn’t be interested if held out. 

She fixed her demeanor, quickly flashing a soft smile and brushing pieces of hair out of her face. Vanessa didn’t want it to seem like it affected her at all. “I would.. very much like that if you could? And I can totally pay you back or bake you waffles or something,” she added sweetly. 

The space now closed between them, Vanessa could feel the tension in her body growing as her eyes stayed locked on his lips. She had been thinking about it all night and was practically holding her breath waiting for the moment. “I....” Vanessa’s voice’s attempted before being cut off my his lips. Her small frame wrapped into his arms, Vanessa felt like air being lifted in spirit. Vanessa’s face an obvious flush of red as she pulled away slowly, but still only inches from his lips. “Then I’ll be there.”

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

Dallas watched the gears turn in her head, an amused smile lingering on his face. “Yes nervous. Everyone’s watching my every move when I’m on the ice, expecting great things from me. Even on my off days, it gets draining sometimes,” he finished with a soft sigh, not sure why he was spilling his heart to her. Maybe it was the alcohol in his bloodstream, or simply because she brought something out in him that just made him comfortable. Either way he was grateful for it.

Dallas had noticed her more than once, the way her eyes twinkled when she’d laugh at something her friends say. Or the little taps of her fingers and far off look in her coffee colored eyes. She wasn’t one to be the center of attention, leaving her friends to go with who they may and Vanessa left behind. There was something enthralling about the girl willing to let everyone else shine around her, and he wanted more chances to get to know more about her.

There was a noticeable dimming in Dallas’ eyes as she spoke. A soft nod as she spoke, he had noticed her at few and far in between games. But he always played a little bit better knowing she was watching him, maybe trying to show off a little bit or maybe that comfortability he felt tonight, traveled to the ice. “I think I may know someone who could squeeze you a ticket,” he joked laughing lightly, “for real, I want you to come, see us kick ass in the semi-finals,”

“It’ll all be worth it, you know. The rest of us will be here and you’ll be living your dreams and traveling the world. Just don’t forget us small people on the way up,” Vanessa teased. “But seriously, From what I’ve seen, off day, good day, or bad day you’re still one of the best players that team is ever gonna have.” Her voice was encouraging, the natural caregiver in herself coming out the more she spoke. It was a softness, a gentleness, a subtly that most people couldn’t put their tongues on. “

And she could feel her skin getting warmer, as Vanessa closed the carpet space between them, almost wanting to hold the moment between them and allow his words to sink in. The height difference more than obvious even with them sitting down. “You may know someone?” Vanessa grinned, a small giggle escaping. She hid her excitement, but Vanessa could feel her heart pounding through her chest wanting to scream yes. “I wouldn’t pay much attention to the other players,” Vanessa spoke., words coming out before she heard herself.

Eyes wide and cheeks growing red, “Wait no, not like, cause I wanna watch you per say, more so because you’re the only one I now. Not, wait, not like I don’t wanna watch you either because I’m sure you’re great and fun to watch and....” she rambled. “I’m... gonna stop talking now.”

[izzyindie]

indiestars-rp​:

She had to admit, it had been a minute since she heard Amelia fall from someone’s lips. But yet there was a certain air when he said it that she was intrigued by, she wasn’t quite sure the power it held quite yet. “I can say the same to you Sir,” standing from the couch her heels making a soft click as she followed his lead. “I hope this trip is worth it,”

“Sir? Took you for more a Daddy type,” Luke smirked. He didn’t know just yet how far he could push his luck with the girl, but Luke was interested enough that he’d be entertain the entire time. “And if not, I’m sure I’ve got some poisons to alleviate the stress.” It wasn’t a secret that the Hounds party, Luke however was an exception. He was always seen as the Mama’s Boy or the Designated Driver, no one truly knew what poison Luke used, and he kept it that way, but with Lia’s reputation he knew he’d be in for a treat. It was a brief walk, moving to open any doors for the girl just like his mama taught him. “Don’t play any of that Taylor Swift or Lady A crap. I get enough of that with Becky driving to school.”