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bloomingkit:

Location: Daddy’s Closed for: @lencovellos

Kit is limbs folded long to the lap of a man who’s name she has long forgotten, though it is well masked with the punctuation of a honeyed babe where it counts, drawled in a manner that has his pupils dilating to something lecherous, something that has him thumbing through his wallet and tucking a wad of cash in the crimson lace of her bra. “Len,” it’s hollered at a decibel audible above the musics’ thrum, though digits reach out nonetheless to capture the wrist of the nymph-like girl perched to the lap of another, “I’ve gotta go to the bathroom-“ she feigns momentary disappointment at this, the swell of a bottom lip jutting outwards as her gaze sweeps to her male companion, slipping from his lap with the promise of a swift return (a well practiced lie, saccharine on her tongue). She turns to her raven-haired counterpart as the bathroom door swings closed, lifting a baggy between them, “he didn’t even notice I took it - he was too busy telling me how much I remind him of his daughter,” she feigns a gag for dramatics as she towards the counter, dumping the alabaster powder to the surface, “yours was kinda hot, though,” her mouth tilts upwards, waiting for her friend to retrieve a card.

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It’s a routine that they fall into easily, dolled up and let loose at Daddy’s like something lost between heaven and hell. They were stark contrast to each other, Kit’s eyes soft like forest floor moss and Len’s wicked like skin-warmed jade. The sparkler in the bottles they both hoisted before settling into place on the knee of their own greasy-fingered rich as sin banker, had long since burned down to ash, the table sticky with spilled drink and smeared powder. Rising at Kit’s request, her fingertips dragged absently across the thigh of the patron who grinned like he’d caught her between his teeth, his bloated wallet nearly tucked entirely away in the scant fabric of her dress. Len laughed as they drifted away, peals of it echoing above the heavy, blood thump of the club’s bass before they disappeared behind the door. Pressing a hot kiss to the highpoint of her friend’s cheek, she went to work dividing the powder into even lines, crisp as road markers, pale as unbaked bread. “I think he’s friends with my dad,” Len admitted, her freckled nose wrinkling. “Is that like, gross?” A crisp bill was already pre-rolled and produced like a magic trick, and she ducked her head to conduct the next act— a disappearing one. Shaking her dark hair from her face as she resurfaced, she handed off the bill. “Fuck, this is like, old money coke.”

#tw drug mention #bloomingkit

andrea-rossi:

“Do you know any of the artists that are performing tonight? I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure if I’d enjoy any of the music, but I’ve been surprised.” Granted, she’d had a few beers to help lighten her mood, but overall, it was a good evening out and she couldn’t afford any complaints. “Had I known Ithaca was this charming, I would have moved here a lot earlier than I did.” Three years seemed like a long time and when the booze wore off, she was certain that attitude would change. “Oh, and the food trucks all smell amazing. Makes it hard to pick just one thing, you know?”

CLOSED STARTER: spring concert @lencovellos

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“Asher Reed,” Len offered in reply, her dark shades in place over her jade-coloured eyes, concealing pupils blown so wide they threatened to swallow up the entirety of their green setting. “The rest are shit,” she added uncharitably, shifting her weight and huffing air into her bangs, dark hair sticking to her forehead. God, it was hot. It was still spring, the sun had no right being this intense, especially with the way her heart was beating, so fast she swore she could feel her ribs bruise. “Where’d you come from? Is it too late to go back?” The corners of her lips turned up slightly, full lips parting to reveal white teeth that flashed with a menacing sort of glee. “Wanna split a snow-cone?”

#andrea-rossi

lucianasalazar:

“Go ahead, feel free to take that spot. It’s just me and I don’t need all of the blanket,” she assured, only a little nervous as she realized just how alone she actually was. Turns out, if Percy wasn’t around, she didn’t have a whole lot going for her. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I got something this big. Seriously, don’t worry about. I’m sure everyone just wants a good seat and I can’t say that I blame them. I’ve read good things about everyone performing tonight.”

CLOSED STARTER: spring concert @lencovellos

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Between sets and with some local kid wringing a yodel out of their throat, Len’s interest in the concert was waning. Otto had left for food (which was more likely a euphemism), and she couldn’t see any of her other friends lounging in the sea of brightly coloured picnic blankets. Looking down at the woman who offered her a seat, she considered for a moment with pursed lips before plunking herself down on the free corner. “As long as they’re better than this,” she said, a little cruelty in her tone as she pointed her chin towards the stage, the click of too big cowboy boots echoing in mic feedback as the act left. “I’m Len,” she introduced herself, without the offer of a hand or much that could pass as a smile, while digging in her tiny purse to find her vape.

#lucianasalazar

vekendra

#inspire

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ottobuch i look like an egg 😐 ↳ lencovello there was a better pic but i cropped u out of it 🥰 erikgene32 will he be featuring in ur content later ↳lencovello we cannot afford this talent. also ew 🤢

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highassi

if you don't terrify people a little bit then what's the point

#inspire

thegoatboy

Just saw a leather jacket that says “my other ride is your dad” on the back and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same

#Len has this jacket #inspire

juniperlwilde:

+ Location: Len’s Kitchen + @lencovellos

A chill runs down his spine. He’s being stalked. Even as he rises from the breakfast nook, he could feel its eyes on him. He’s caught a glimpse of it once: haughty eyes that narrowed down at the stranger in its home, a wild coat like a large rodent with pointed ears. He’s made the mistake of asking about it once too. The feline jumped at its name, and while Juniper could never describe it as tamed or docile, it seemed to respect Len in a way. In the same way, he was sure it hated him. He’s aimed to change that now, as morning brightens the Covello home. Food had always been his favorite form of bribery, and despite his unorthodox upbringing, his mother had made sure he wasn’t a fool in the kitchen. He’s busy tossing the fish from the stove to its dish that he misses when her door opens. “Morning,” he calls as he spots her. Len is as radiant in the light as she is as cunning in the dark. “Did I wake you,” he asks, looking down at the food. “For your cat,” he explains. “I borrowed some things.”

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Len stretched, long limbs sun seeking. She was disheveled and half-asleep when she entered the kitchen, with makeup still smudged around her pale face and dark hair ruffled. “Are you actually cooking fish this early?” Len replied in way of answering, freckled nose wrinkled in protest as she padded into the room fully with bare feet, Sardine languishing over to wind between her legs. The cat— if it could be called that, was a wicked thing with eyes like lanterns in the night. She loved it selfishly because it seemed to love her while simultaneously hating everyone else. Her nose wrinkled as the lasting dregs of a hangover clung to her peripheries. “Coffee?” Medicine, really. It was bound to be the balm that erased a multitude of late night, early morning sins. She perched on a rickety barstool that Silas had sworn he would get to fixing, but the laundry list of things falling apart in the home was longer than the list of things not. Watching with a grin as the half-feral creature tore at the cooked fish with white fangs, she spoke with a hoarse, morning voice, “You didn’t have to wait for me to wake up before leaving you know. A little love note on the beside table would’ve been fine, I’m sure Mickey is screaming and crying because you’re not at the college yet.”

#juniperlwilde

firegfarchive-deactivated202106

who said vanity was a sin ?? ugly people ? think about that for a sec

#inspire

diasporaslippage

Alice Pagani

#face #cry

hardlygclden:

open to: everyone | @ithacastarters location: downtown ithaca parking lot

Petty wasn’t Bediah’s style. In fact, he had a reputation for shrugging his shoulder and letting the conflict become a problem for someone else. No one noticed how he bit his tongue, but it was part of his survival and his preservation to be better.

Better would have to start over again tomorrow.

His shift had been long over, but still, he could feel the small twitch in his hands that itched for retaliation. For years, he’d been taught to keep his head down and had encouraged to do so. His entire childhood had been a fight to fade into the background, until Bediah had learned that being quiet wouldn’t a change a thing. If he had morals, he’d better defend them. It had translated differently on this side of the world, in the open. He’d been good, so much that he had forgotten what the taste of blood was when he kept his mouth shut with teeth digging into his cheeks.

It was out of character for those who had known him since he moved upstate, and he’d find a way to make it for it on a conscious that he was so used to weighing heavy. Bediah walked between the parked cars, fist wrapped around a set of keys, and dragged it along the side of the vehicle he wouldn’t forget. Reaching the edge of the trunk, his eyes locked on a witness.

“This is exactly what you think it is,” He stated, not an ounce of denial or remorse.

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Len looked up from her phone slowly at the horrible sound of metal grinding against metal. She was leaning against the bumper of a car that wasn’t hers, waiting for an Uber that she suspected was no longer coming (a common occurrence, given her absolutely tragic user rating). Dark brows rose as she watched the act play out, a wiry built man etching through the paint and turning to her with teeth grit so hard she almost made a comment about them cracking. “Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats,” she replied, amusement brightening her eyes to the colour of sun-warmed jade. “What’s next, the headlights?”

#hardlygclden

mickeysvillegas:

for: @lencovellos location: cornell lecture hall & mickey’s office

“Hello everyone,” Mick greeted smoothly, stepping back from the laptop he had set up with his slides to survey his new students. “I’m Professor Michael Villegas—“ his back turned as he began to mark the letters onto the board, halting only as he heard the echoing cacophony of laughter from the top row. Black platform boots shoved up against the student before her’s headrest and a dress that was probably considered to be absolutely inappropriate for an academic setting, with a laughing red mouth and raven hair and blunt bangs. Len. His gaze narrowed, and after what felt like half a century she collected herself, grabbing up her belongings to make her way out the door, blowing a thousand kisses in his direction before it slammed shut between the two of them. “Sorry about that,” Mick said, rubbing at his cheek. “Shall we continue?”

Class finished after the rocky start and he finally barrelled into his office, where Len was now sat similarly in his chair, swinging back and forth. “You know, you’re not even supposed to be here.”

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“I bet Michael would cut me some slack,” she volleyed easily back, wickedness curling up the corners of her mouth as she knocked over his small collection of tchotchkes decorating the edge of his desk with a careless swing of the back of her palm, striking them flat on their backs like she was his childhood bully. “Even your own mother doesn’t call you Michael,” Len tutted, pushing herself up out of his chair to circle the room like a pilfering magpie, inspecting anything vaguely shiny, though the laugh that bubbled deep in her throat kept her from keeping the performance anything more than a farce. “But, all jokes aside, I think the kids really respected that you went and gave them the full government name. No more Mick Mouse, just all business.” She looked up at him, a wide grin that shockingly didn’t reveal pointed teeth. He truly was her favourite cousin, a fate that so unfortunately befell him. “It’s probably hotter for them that way, more authentic to that whole PornHub category you’re obsessed with recreating.” Len brightened, turning to him as she slipped a small copper plate engraved with an alphabet she didn’t recognize into her pocket. “Where’s June?”

#mickeysvillegas

peachcav:

location: bar argos status: closed for @lencovellos

relief floods through peach’s frame when she sees len walking through the door, nearly an hour late for her shift. she’s been glancing at her apple watch almost constantly for the past forty-five minutes, riddled with worry over her friend’s near no show. “oh my god, there you are!” she greets when the other girl is close enough to hear without raising her voice, a bright grin spreading across her lips. “i was wondering where you were! i covered for you. is everything okay?”

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Len held up her phone as she walked in, the cracked screen a dark void. “My phone died,” she pouted, as if no other excuse was necessary, like the device was a living thing that required an appropriate timeline of mourning. Usually she relied on Willa to ensure she made it to work at a reasonable time, but their manager had made the fatal mistake of not scheduling them together, which in turn made it entirely his fault. She offered Peach a crooked smile, tucking past her and pressing a smack of a kiss to the high point of her cheek. “It’s so sweet of you to cover for me, this is why you’re my favourite,” she teased, a phrase she offered often and to everyone, while looking under the bar for her apron. “How’s it looking out there? Worth me touching up my makeup or is it just uglies?”

#peachcav

fanmix yourself; len covello (listen)

a current favorite song // XXXTC (ft charli xcx & maliibu miitch) by brooke candy

a song that would play in the movie trailer of your life // crash my car by COIN

a song with a story behind it // hatefuck by cruel youth

a song you’d make out to // feeling good by sofi tukker

a song that reminds you of your favorite season // heat waves by glass animals

a song from a favorite band/artist // bite me by kilo kish

a song that cheers you up // cool girl by tove lo

a song that reminds you of home // starf***er by k. flay

a song that makes you think about the future // awake and pretty much sober by violents

a song you prefer to listen at night // sex money feelings die by lykke li

a song you play when you’re sad // everybody wants to be loved by yoke lore

a song with lyrics you’d like to tattoo on yourself // bad things by cailin russo

a song you know all the lyrics to // disco tits by tove lo

your favorite cover of a song // you don’t own me (ft g-eazy) by SAYGRACE

a song that describes your default mood // fuck they by sofi tukker

#ithacatask #music

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