[kelsoed]

srry fr bein gone some stuff happened nd i have Bad Brain bt i’ll be on tomorrow after work it shld be a slower day so i wnt b as tired love u all

[kelsoed]

d-m-mccarthy‌.

“Stupid’s a bit of an understatement, doncha think?” Macca snorted, sticking his hand in the bowl and letting the multicolored capsules fall through his fingers. Leave it to college kids to put pills in a bowl like restaurant mints - that’s gonna end well.

“Welcome to Wonderland.” He rolled his eyes, a smirk on his face as he plucked a green pill from the bowl and swallowed it dry.

“Oh, a dry swallow? Very impressive. I tried doing that once and I feel like it lodged inside my throat for about a week,” she rambled, reaching for the punch to fill up her cup yet again, glancing over at the other. “Do you want some? It’s spiked. Not totally sure with what but the guy that spiked it had a bedazzled flask so I’m going to assume something fun.”

[heartshop]

Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics

[kelsoed]

The roar of the party was loud in Romy’s ears as she stood by the punch bowl, spiked with something from a king of hearts’ bedazzled flask. The taste of it was strong and bitter on her tongue but she welcomed it, downing her first cup in a few gulps and working on her second. Beside it sat a colorful bowl of multicolored pills, not half as full as the punch bowl but the few handfuls that were in there caught her eye. Idly, she thought about sliding her fingers in, curling them around the pills like a child in the market playing with the rice, popping whatever was in her hands when she brought it out into her mouth and letting the night fade away. If her mission to damage her kidneys and liver beyond repair hadn’t yet worked, it certainly would after that. A voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she turned to the source, smile plastered quickly on her lips as she gestured to the bowl. “Fucking stupid right? Don’t even know what you’re gonna take,” she laughs, reaching and picking out a yellow pill, inspecting it for a short moment before shrugging and popping it into her mouth. “Oh well, to Wonderland, right?”

[kelsoed]

viktcrr‌.

“You sound like the fucking police - “ It’s muffled behind the door - but still audible, a moment’s pause as they unlock the door and swing it open, free hand pulling down their eyebags, an emphasis on how tired they were, “ - Christ, Romy. Thought I was about to get swatted. What kind of fucking pizza? If it has pineapple you walk the streets.”

Giving them an unimpressed look as they exaggerated their exhaustion, Romy moved to open the pizza box to show them what she’d gotten. “Of course it doesn’t have pineapple on it, I know you don’t have taste,” she quips, giving them full view of the pepperoni and extra cheese she’d gotten before she shut it to avoid it losing any more warmth. “You gonna let me in or are we gonna eat it out here? I don’t mind but the little barbells in my nipples feel like ice cubes, it’s quite uncomfortable.”

[kelsoed]

heavnlyed‌.

          she’s fortunate to spot romy’s face. although rarely seen in sober, at the back of a classroom or lurking at an empty cafeteria table, relief is cool in the pit of her stomach. the remark managed to draw out a wry smile of her own. ‘ oh, it’s a new pick-up line i’ve been wanting to try. ’ and with that the worry’s gone, swallowed down bitterly with a lump in her throat. in place of doe-eyed panic, the flat expression worn everywhere. ‘ impressed? ’ the question comes out haphazard as romy leads her through the crowd, a duck and weave between patrons caught in a trance that glossed over her eyes not a few moments before. without a second thought her grip tighten’s on the other’s hand. at the bar it eases begrudgingly, fingers still caught loosely around hers. ‘ house red, ’ is all she murmurs to the bartender. bug-eyed, ivy glances back, credit card between two fingers. ‘ what do you want? ’

“Impressed? Oh yeah, my nipples are, like, rock hard right now,” she jokes as she lead them towards the bar, an expert at dodging between bodies, grip tight on her companion’s hand so she wouldn’t lose her. Once at the bar she loosens her grip but Ivy doesn’t fully pull away, Romy content to hold her fingers as she begins to order. “Rum and Coke is fine.” She’d been on a bit of a bender for the last week or two, she could never quite keep track of time, but after this morning’s hangover, she vowed to slow down and nurse her drinks, ordering safe drinks for her, though she didn’t know how long that particular goal would last. The crowd breaking out into cheers drew her attention back to the band, raising the hand still holding Ivy’s to join in briefly before she looks back to the bar, nodding at the bartender when he slid over her drink. “Didn’t know you were gonna be here, you following me?” She teased, forcing herself to sip her drink rather than gulp it down as usual. “Wish I’d known, we could’ve pretended to be girlfriends when that guy in the pit wouldn’t take a hint.”

[kelsoed]

eliaspaxton‌.

Elias was sat in an awkward hunched over position on his bed, heavy into an aggressive game of Mortal Kombat against Gunner online because he was far too lazy to trek over there and vice versa. He could hear footsteps making their way over, and quickly spoke into the microphone. “Gotta go, Little Peepee. I hear Romy and it might get not safe for work,” he joked, tugging his headset off and saluting her when she entered. “Fo’ me? What time is it?” he questioned, glancing around his room as if he had a clock displayed. He didn’t. Wincing at her fist, he narrowed his eyes in her direction. “I’m no doctor, but it looks ugly. Might be entirely severed. Your fingers.” Taking the bottle, he tipped it up, coughing dramatically the moment he tried to swallow the rum. “Christ. Too early, my body rejects.”

At his question about the time, Romy simply shrugged her shoulders. “I live by the moon or however the fuck the saying goes. Time isn’t even real,” she sighs, inspecting her hand with all the attentiveness of a drunk doctor performing a black market operation. The bruise was pretty nasty, and it shot a jolt of pain up her forearm whenever she moved her fingers too much, but it wasn’t alarmingly swollen yet. “Gonna wrap it and check back in tomorrow,” she nods, eyes rolling when he began to cough. “Pussy.” She takes the rum from him, taking a loud gulp and forcing back the face she wanted to make at the sudden burn down her not yet alcohol numbed throat. “What are you doing for the party? Like, for a costume or whatever. I’m thinking just putting double stick tape on some red diamonds and covering my nips, call it a day.”

[kelsoed]

heavnlyed‌.

          the dark’s engulfed her. it swallows her whole, hands invisible as she lifts them up in front of herself. there’s an oppressive weight on ivy’s chest as she navigates her way through the confused hubbub, searching palms coming to rest on her arms in brief grips before being shaken off. it’s unpleasant memory drawn to the surface, volatile, a warehouse rife with strobe lights and ominous warnings. she nearly forgets it’s simply a power cut, one restored as quickly as it had come about. and instead of a halloween party, limbs flecked with stage blood and in a tattered dress, she’s still pressed into the bustling crowd of a concert. ‘ i didn’t mean to grab you so hard, ’ ivy’s own hand retreats from the other’s shoulder, a moment of panic causing her to reach out and grip onto the closest body. ‘ sorry. i’ll buy you a drink if you forget this happened. ’

The grip on her shoulder was enough to startle her out of the trance the music had put her in, turning quickly to see Ivy, face pale and eyes just slightly too wide to be anything but fearful. Why, Romy didn’t know, but when Ivy brushed it off she didn’t think to ask her what was wrong. Instead, her confused expression turned to a playfully cocky smirk, brow raised. “If you wanted to touch me so bad all you had to do was ask,” she teased, pushing through a few bodies trying to close into the space between them, wanting better views of the band. “But I’ll take a drink, since you’re buying,” she nods, taking Ivy’s hand to lead her out of the crowd and towards the bar.

[kelsoed]

When she was bored, Romy liked to download Tinder and swipe through the options. At best, she got herself a hookup and a momentary distraction, and right now she was getting a laugh out of the man that had messaged her a minute ago, already doing his best to turn the conversation to something more saucy. “Isn’t this the worst photoshop you’ve ever seen?” She asks the girl before her, showing her the man’s photo. He was older, maybe late thirties, and had photoshopped himself onto a boat quite badly. She could see the strange cropping around his hair. “Should I send him a nude? Kinda feel bad for him.” @xocheyenne​

[kelsoed]

Maneuvering the pizza box to rest on her hip Romy used her free hand to open palm smack against the colorful door in front of her. “Viktor open up!” She calls, not caring that it was late. Her guess was people were still out celebrating New Years early just as she had been before she decided she was hungry and slipped away from the party to buy food. “My house is too far and I have pizza!” @viktcrr​

[kelsoed]

Blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders, Romy shuffled around the house. Zombie-like in her movements, sleep hardly rubbed away from the corners of her eyes, she wrapped aching fingers around the neck of a half empty rum bottle before making her way to Elias’s room. She sat unceremoniously, nearly on top of the other. “Brought you breakfast,” she mutters, shaking the rum close to his face. “Does it look broken, by the way?” Showing the back of her hand, she reveals her swollen and bruised knuckles. “I bet a guy I could break his jaw. I don’t think it worked.” @eliaspaxton​

[podencos]

Not to be that person but I keep slipping in and out of dimensions

[aewm]

what do u mean “what have i been up to” … i’m out here ruining my own life as always bitch

[pochacco]

i am stupid for free. no one pays me to be this stupid and i think that’s very brave

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

The End of the F***ing World (2017—)

[ig-88r]

Jesús H Christ, look at the time

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Whatever I was, they did not want me.

Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,” (via satterlees)