𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠

oh, don't you know what i have seen? i have seen the fields aflame. and everything i ever did, was just another way to scream your name.

[lovelongs]

#𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆,    ────    an independent, private, & selective rp blog written by kate (25, she/her, est)

i could but did not, reach to touch your arm. i could but do not, break that which is still. (almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.) so moments pass as though they wished to stay. we do not have long to love. a night. a day...  

                                                        rules. muses. navigate.

[smokedfires]

“     i  can’t  afford  to  do  more  jail  time,  so…     ”      he  casually  shrugs.  it’s  a  joke,  a  bad  one  but  still  a  joke.  arlo  managed  to  have  a  pleasant  year  with  mrs.  morris.  elena’s  assumptions  were  true.      “     if  you  don’t  mind,  when  she  asks,  i’ll  be  pretending  i  don’t  know  you.     ”      arlo  turns  around,  his  back  facing  the  teacher  so  she  wouldn’t  recognize  him.  he  begins  to  rifle  through  the  boxes  of  apples,  seemingly  unbothered  as  he  searches  for  the  perfectly  ripened  fruit.  however,  it’s  impossible  to  ignore  elena’s  presence  beside  him.  just  as  it  is  impossible  to  act  as  if  he  didn’t  know  her,  despite  saying  the  opposite.  everyone  in  a  ten  mile  radius  is  familiar  with  elena  romero.  they  either  love  her  or  are  praying  for  her  return  to  the  city  and  out  of  their  small  tight  knit  community.  and  yet  seeing  how  animated  she  became  with  the  memory  of  second  grade,  arlo  supposes  it  doesn’t  matter  what  they  think  and  she  might  actually  enjoy  being  home.      “     are  you  going  to  be  here  for  long?  not  the  store, here…  but…  in  town,  i  mean.     ”

[lovelongs]

elena knows arlo is mostly teasing when he turns away from her, but it still isn’t far from the truth: they don’t really know each other. she remembers his name and his face, but their town’s small enough those are harder to forget than to recall. beyond him being the cute guy a few grades ahead of her, she knows nothing about him. meanwhile, he’s probably seen her business all over his twitter feed for the last few years. “fuck that,” she scoffs, looping her arm through his and resting her head against his shoulder. “you started this, you don’t get to get out of it that easily.” maybe the disparity has her feeling vulnerable, or she just isn’t the type to pass up the opportunity to needle someone, but she happily gives in to the urge to pretend like she knows him intimately, pretending to study the apples alongside him. it’s what he says next that has her dropping the act, untangling herself from him and leaning against the display as she picks up a new performance; that of an unbothered free spirit, unbothered by being back in the soul sucking borders of her hometown. “eh,” she shrugs, before crossing her arms over her chest. “don’t know.” she picks up an apple, pinching the stem between two fingers and twisting it with her other hand: bored, not anxious. “it’s only been two weeks and i’m bored to death. and i miss the sun.”

[smokedfires]

something  weird  was  going  on  here.  and  lana  isn’t  about  to  stick  around  to  find  out  what  it  is.  after  the  incident  in  the  bathroom,  she  just  wanted  out.  if  she  had  experienced  it  alone,  lana  would  have  written  it  off  as  her  imagination––––      it  wasn’t  happening.  but,  with  naomi  there  as  witness,  she  couldn’t  use  that  as  an  excuse.  eventually,  they  were  able  to  escape  being  locked  inside  and  lana  rushed  down  the  hallway  until  she  was  at  the  threshold  of  the  main  dining  room,  where  the  rehearsal  dinner  party  continued  without  a  hitch.  she  put  on  a  brave  face,  not  wanting  to  raise  concern,  and  slowly  walked  to  her  table  to  grab  her  belongings.  a  purse  thrown  over  her  shoulder,  phone  secured  in  one  hand,  and  she  is  headed  for  the  door.  however,  as  lana  turns  the  corner  towards  the  exit,  she  accidentally  collides  with  another  body.      “     what  the  hell––––     ”      it  takes  a  few  seconds  before  she’s  able  to  regain  balance  and  see  who  the  other  culprit  is.  ready  to  ask  what  their  problem  is  until  she  recognizes  who  they  are.      “     oh––––      ashley.  hi…     ”      lana’s  voice  breaks,  still  shaken  up  from  earlier  and  now  unexpectedly  running  into  an  additional  person  who  reminds  her  of  the  past.      “     i’m  sorry.     ”         /          @lovelongs.

[lovelongs]

from the second she arrived at the lodge, ashley’s felt jumpy. all it took was catching something out of the corner of her eye to get her heart pounding. seconds later and she’s excusing herself from her conversation with daniel’s dad and aunt and ducking into an empty hallway. she leans against the wall and closes her eyes. she can’t tell if the feeling is because something actually weird is going on, or if the wedding acting as a makeshift mysterbuster reunion is dredging up old feelings. taking a sip of her drink, she tells herself it’s the latter; they left all of that behind when they graduated. ashley allows herself another moment to wrangle her anxieties, forcing them back into the recesses of her mind, before heading back to the reception. she doesn’t make it far before she’s crashing into someone. the impact sends her stumbling back a few steps, her drink sloshing over the rim of her cup and down her wrist. she recognizes the voice before she even registers her face. ashley has worked hard to build a wall between her life now and her time as a mysterybuster. she had to if she wanted to live anything resembling a normal life. one look at lana and it feels as though someone is poking at a brick in the wall — playing jenga with her careful stability. “don’t be sorry. you’re totally fine.” the smart thing to do would be to accept the apology and keep walking. ignore any and all strangeness and just get through the festivities before booking it back home, leaving the mysterybusters in the review mirror. but ashley’s never been sharpest tool in the shed. besides, there’s something in lana’s face that troubles her. ashley reaches out with her free (and dry) hand, fingers grazing lana’s forearm. “lana, is everything okay?”

[smokedfires]

what  a  thing  to  brag  about,  he  thinks.  but,  arlo  is  hardly  one  to  question  other  people’s  actions.  because  while  those,  like  elena,  were  making  bad  decisions,  at  least  they  were  having  fun.  something  he  doesn’t  usually  get  the  luxury  of.      “     i  can  keep  quiet,  if  you  can  live  with  a  guilty  conscience,     ”      arlo’s  smiling,  only  half  meaning  what  he’s  said.  this  would  be  right  around  the  time  he’d  ask  how  she  is,  wondering  why  she’s  been  gone  for  so  long  or  better  yet,  why  she’s  returned.  there  had  to  be  more  than  unclean  coke  use.  he  chooses  not  to,  though.  worrying  she  already  gets  enough  of  the  third  degree.      “     well,  you’re  just  lucky  i  caught  you  and  she  didn’t…     ”      arlo’s  now  looking  past  elena  to  the  woman  in  the  aisle  behind  her.  an  old,  school  teacher  who  was  known  for  being  extraordinarily  difficult.

[lovelongs]

elena snorts. “somehow i’ll find a way to survive.” does he seriously think she experiences guilt? what does he think she is? catholic? with the subtlety of a hand grenade, elena spins around to glance over her shoulder, and her eyes are wide as saucers as she turns back to face arlo. “no shit,” she says as she circles the display to stand next to arlo, nudging him with her elbow. “fuckin’ mrs. morris. y’know, i had her in second grade and she was such a bitch; way worse than everyone says. i don’t think i went a week without a red card all year.” she gives arlo a once over; she’d bet money he was one of those goody two-shoes that cried if he even had to turn his card to yellow. boring. “i’d be leaving this place in handcuffs if she caught me.”

[aimeegbbs]

AIMEE GIBBS and MAEVE WILEY in SEX EDUCATION (2019-2023)

[champagns]

To  𝑻𝒉𝒆  𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆  𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃,  join  Professor  Griswold  at  his  estate  promptly  at  8  P.M.  and  not  a  minute  later.  Murder,  madness,  mystery,  and  mayhem.  It's  Not  Just  A  Game  Anymore.

[smokedfires]

turns  to  look  behind  him,  confirming  he  is  the  person  she’s  speaking  to.  arlo  hadn’t  realized  he  was  staring.      “     me?     ”      because  double  checking  couldn’t  hurt.  with  a  quick  shake  of  his  head,  he  continues,      “     no––––      i  didn’t  say  anything.  you’re  free  to  do  whatever  you  please.     ”      eyes  peel  away  from  elena  and  fall  to  the  array  of  vegetables  in  front  of  him.  a  pause.  conversation  over…    or  so  you’d  assume.  if  only  arlo  could  ignore  his  moral  compass.      “     it’s  just––––  a  tad  bit  unsanitary,  don’t  you  think?  and  unfair  for  the  next  person.  they’ll  be  one  strawberry  short.     ”

[lovelongs]

elena’s eyebrows quirk, yes, you, arlo james — still cute — who was looking at me like i spit on a baby. she’s mostly pleased when he insists he wasn’t judging, but then he speaks again. “brother, i’ve done coke places the who wouldn’t even go with a gun.” she says ‘the who’ like she’s talking about the band and not the global organization. “unwashed berries aren’t gonna kill me.” she discards the strawberry stem among the plastic containers and flips the lid on the berries she was picking at, clearly unsatisfied. “i don’t think they actually count them out. y’know, to make sure every one has the same number. so the next person’ll never even know. or, the next person'll never even know as long as you can keep your trap shut.” elena shoots him a pointed look before she slips her sunglasses back over her eyes. 

[lovelongs]

closed starter for @smokedfires

ambling her way through the aisles of the supermarket, elena pauses in front of the produce. she flips the lid off a carton of strawberries and pulls one out, pushing her sunglasses up on her head to inspect the fruit before sinking her teeth into it. her gaze lifts and meets a familiar face. "what?" she snaps, her tongue darting out to chase the strawberry juice that trickled down her chin. "you gotta test the fruit; i'm not some fuckin' sucker that's gonna spend money on shit that's not even ripe."

[lovelongs]

continued from HERE

teddy’s attention shifts, it’s now entirely focused on kamile, and it makes her feel itchy. an hour ago, she would’ve imagined that capturing teddy’s full attention is as rewarding as getting perfect marks on a paper. but now, anxiety claws at her chest and she avoids his gaze, forcing her expression to remain neutral. she doesn’t know what he’s looking to find in her expression, or how he plans to use it, and she’ll be damned if she gives him anything to work with. but even if she doesn’t show it, she can’t ignore how pushing teddy away stings.  though she had intended for her comment to act as a wall between them, she had also meant it to be in the lighthearted tone they’d been bantering in all night. teddy’s reaction makes it clear she didn’t succeed on that part. guilt knots in her stomach — she doesn’t want him to think she had been miserable all night — but she doesn’t correct him. after all, she knows she has to get away from him. “yes, well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” the sarcastic echo of his earlier sentiment slips out before kamile can stop it, and she can only hope it doesn’t pique his interest the way his words did to her. the last thing she needs is teddy rummaging through her life. with a nod, kamile reaches into her bag and pulls out a twenty pound note, tossing it on the bar. her chest tightens as she walks away, desperate to get out of the bar and put some distance between her and teddy. kamile is logical; she knows she should be relieved that she knows exactly what teddy would do to her. she’s better off ending the night now and back home alone. leaving is a good idea. but then, why does she feel so bad? despite the cold night and the overwhelming urge to run, kamile lingers outside the abbotsford. should she wait for him? will that just make things even more awkward? what if he offers to walk her home? what if he doesn’t? letting out a huff of frustration, she turns to leave, refusing to be paralyzed by indecision. / @smokedfires @dupnts

[ladiesblr]

Lexi & Cassie | 1.08 Euphoria (2019-)

[nisafm]

NISA SUNAY + character parallels

everyone is addicted to my fun and flirty personality. lives have been destroyed…

Keep reading

[champagns]

i am twenty years old my sister has moved away her own life sprouting from her fingertips my mother and i do not speak i sit in my room, cradling my loneliness, touching at the braids in my hair, the blush on my cheeks i only know a mothers love because of my sister i feel grateful she was the mother i never knew i needed ––––––––  𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.

[blairwaldorffs]

Spotted: Dubious friends in definite hot water.

Dan Humphrey and Blair Waldorf Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012) 4.13 Damien Darko

[lovelongs]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐬.

         sydney scoffs slightly at jude’s words, uninterested look ever so present on her countenance.   “   you’re welcome.   ”   replies dryly, not even looking over in her direction when she speaks to her. instead, she inspects her manicure, noticing how her nail polish has chipped. shit, she never lets it get this bad. is usually good about sticking to her self care routine. making her haircut appointment every two months, visiting the nail salon, getting her eyebrows waxed; she has an image to uphold and this small, shabby town was not going to take that vanity from her. not that she gives a shit what anyone thinks. has made more than enough enemies around for just doing her job. not everyone is a fan and she expects that. it’s normal. more than enough people engage in her show, she’s seeing the growth as the days go by. even has neighboring towns chiming in on the gossip and happenings of crescent shore. sydney is getting enough attention to keep her ego satisfied and all she has to do is play storyteller.

sometimes, when she’s conversing with her co-host and trusty assistant, she does question her own morale since these are real people she’s talking about and not just characters in a book or television show. three girls are missing and there is a deviant amongst them, potentially stalking a new victim. if they’re working out of crescent shore, then the probability of them going after another local is high and since sydney is now technically considered a ‘ townie ’ she should be watching her back. luckily, she’s got two eyes on the back of her head   ( tosin chu )   and she’s more than capable of handling herself. 

the elevator still isn’t moving and she tries not to be impatient but she’s really not in the mood to share this weird tension with jude. they don’t say anything to one another, the silence is piercing her ears and this has sydney leaning in to press the ‘2’ again. nothing.   “   goddamnit.   ”   grumbles out, sighing loudly at the situation they find themselves in.   “   not even surprised. look at this shithole. of course they don’t have a properly working elevator.   ”   talking to herself out loud, syd then presses the button with a bell on it expecting for some kind of emergency tone to ring out but she’s met with nothing once again.

        a huff of sardonic laughter escapes jude’s nose as the elevator stops. her eyes dart to the permit framed on the wall: expired. she wishes she could be more surprised that even the police station is lax enough to let standards drop, but she can’t seem to summon the shock. readjusting to the way of life in the sleepy beach town has been harder than jude expected — having adapted to the speed of a city, she finds herself struggling with patience, there is nothing more frustrating than incompetence. and all this is very… crescent shore-y; god forbid anyone schedule an elevator inspection to be sure everything is running correctly, they’d all rather wait for a problem to become unavoidable than take any preventive measures.

sydney jabs ‘2’ again, jude watching silently; she could tell sydney to save herself the effort, it’s not going to work, but she would much rather sit in silence while they wait for an operator to come fix the issue. she doesn’t mind the hostile tension that’s settled in the air between them, both used to dealing with prickly sources and prickly enough herself to feel at home in the awkwardness. it’s not like she has anything nice to say to sydney anyway. she’d rather watch her sweat.

sydney, however, doesn’t seem to agree, breaking the silence with a frustrated grumble. despite having run away from crescent shore at the first opportunity, only looking back to check on her family, sydney’s comment has jude feeling defensive of her hometown. never mind that jude had near identical thoughts. crossing her arms over her chest, she gives sydney a dismissive glace. “and yet you chose to come here. what, not enough victims for you to exploit in more idyllic towns?” and judging from jude’s own time in new york, it’s only the small town mentality that can be manipulated and weaponized for sydney’s brand of moral panic. “can’t imagine anything else’s keeping you here. except for, y’know, this elevator.”

[femalescharacters]

JULES VAUGHN Euphoria | Fuck Anyone Who’s Not a Sea Blob

[lovelongs]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐬.

sydney  intends  for  her  trip  into  town  to  be  quick,  has  much  to  do  in  preparation  for  her  graveyard  shift  tonight  so  she  mustn’t  waste  time.  a  stop  at  crescent  moon  mini  mart  for  a  snack  for  the  long  night  ahead  and  another  stop  at  the  sheriff’s  office.  simple,  right?  trusty  assistant  and  part  time  co-host  had  informed  her  that  the  sheriff  wanted  to  speak  with  sydney  specifically.  this  can  only  be  about  one  thing.  rogers  isn’t  the  biggest  fan  of  her  show  and  she  doesn’t  expect  him  to  be,  that  much  has  been  expressed  on  her  end  the  handful  of  other  times  he’s  called  her  down  to  his  office  for  the  exact  same  reason.  sydney  even  contemplates  skipping  out  on  the  meeting  entirely  as  she  browses  the  shelves  of  the  small  convenience  store.  it’s  not  like  he  can  reprimand  her  for  not  showing  up.  settles  on  a  pack  of  twizzlers  and  a  canned  coke,  being  rung  up  by  the  pimply  faced  seventeen  year  old  that  seems  to  be  avoiding  making  eye  contact  with  her.  even  sees  his  hands  trembling  slightly  as  she  hands  him  the  cash  to  pay  for  her  things.  leaves  the  store  oddly  content  for  being  able  to  intimidate  a  teenager  by  doing  absolutely  nothing.  drive  to  the  station  is  short,  crescent  shore  isn’t  big  enough  to  get  lost  in.  she’s  somewhat  comforted  by  this  despite  the  heaviness  of  recent  events.  drags  herself  into  the  building,  removing  the  sunglasses  she  had  been  wearing  due  to  the  sunny  afternoon  and  propping  them  atop  of  her  head.  beelines  towards  the  elevator,  pressing  the  dimly  lit  2  and  watching  as  the  old,  creaky  doors  begin  to  close.  spots  the  familiar  face  of  her  current  ‘ rival ’,  jude,  rushing  towards  the  elevator.  does  nothing  to  keep  the  doors  from  closing,  she  stands  there  with  her  arms  crossed  against  her  chest  and  leaning  her  hip  on  the  railing  of  the  elevator.  there’s  no  real  reason  to  dislike  the  journalist,  yet  there’s  no  real  reason  to  like  her  either.  all  in  good  fun,  at  least  to  sydney.  with  jude  writing  for  the  crescent  shore  post  and  sydney  hosting  murder  and  mayhem,  their  careers  seem  to  overlap  more  than  either  of  them  would  like.  in  turn,  an  unspoken  competition  between  them  has  blossomed…  except  it  isn’t  very  unspoken  since  sydney  recently  bashed  jude  after  being  baited  by  a  caller.  here’s  to  hoping  she  didn’t  take  it  personally,  though  it  had  been  a  pretty  harsh  comment.

         typically, jude wouldn’t enter the sheriff’s office even if there was a gun to her head. her opinion of deputy adel has been lukewarm at best since a childhood shoplifting incident, and it’s only plummeted as she grew more distrustful of law enforcement. while her strained relationship with the crescent shore police department has made some aspects of her job more difficult, since moving back home, she’s preferred to take her meetings with local law enforcement in a neutral location — or better yet, over the phone. jude isn’t about to be bullied into telling their narrative just because they feel more comfortable using their intimidation tactics on home turf.

but with three girls dead — technically missing, but jude’s never been an optimist — she’s willing to make a few exceptions if sheriff rogers has items to discuss. however, old habits die hard, so jude doesn’t feel too guilty for being nearly thirty minutes late. what is she supposed to do, not stop to talk to former-friend of sybil, jacqueline rice? that would be irresponsible.

still, jude has the decency to be rushing now, almost-but-not-quite breaking into a jog when she sees the elevator doors start to close, and slipping in at the last second — no thanks to the girl already on it. she eyes the other passenger only long enough to acknowledge who it is before turning away. “thanks for holding the door,” jude mutters, punctuating her comment with a jab of the ‘2’, never mind that it’s already lit. despite her words suggesting that sydney would do anything for her, it doesn’t surprise jude in the slightest that sydney is utterly useless. all it takes is one listen to her pathetic excuse for a radio show to prove she’s entirely uninterested in being helpful, much more concerned with sowing unrest among the citizens of crescent shore and telling stories completely devoid of interest.

[wahgifs]

YANDEH SALLAH as AMIE | EAGLES 2.06