nothing left to lose.

can't stay at home, can't stay at school. old folks say 'you poor little fool'. down the streets, i'm the girl next door, i'm the fox you've been waiting for. hello, daddy, hello, mom. i'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! hello world! i'm your wild girl. i'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!

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imssg: open

LOLA: turns out i suck at uno and a bunch of 8 year olds are calling me 'infinito' now

LOLA: because i had... infinite cards.

MARTY: how does one suck at uno that bad

MARTY: also "infinito"?? the kids are unoriginal

MARTY: if they were relevant they'd go for an infinity stone joke

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   save a sunny wish for a rainy day – stillwater task #006.

1. the name of the game by abba – finding love (or at least a date). this wish is currently the most relevant to marty. she signed up for a blind date this year but frankly was told that nobody had been paried up with her. as someone who internalizes the majority of her emotions (especially sadness and ones relating to love), this hit marty hard. this situation has made her contemplate giving up all love completely, but a small part of her still holds hope that she will find true love one day. after all, she isn’t entirely emotionless.

2. family is family by kacey musgraves – meeting her half brother. while lower on marty’s actual list, she would love to meet her half brother some time in her life. she has no clue if she would get along with him or hate him, but a she has a small glimmer of hope towards liking him. he could potentially be the only “family” that she can tolerate at all.  

3. respect by aretha franklin  – to truly be respected for once. this summer more than ever, martine has felt less than respected. while she knows it’s probably because of her criminal record and coveralls, it still irks her to no end. deep down, she may want people to see her as more than the no good rebel. 

4. maps by the front bottoms – although she loves some of her friends dearly, marty just wants to get away from everything. she has no clue where she wants to go, but she doesn’t think she can stay in minnesota for any longer. if she’s going to stay, one of her friends is going to need to reel her in. she’s a loose cannon with no clue of where she’s going to fire.

5. sober up by ajr – to just chill the fuck out. sometimes in the dead of night, marty will shoot up from bed and have an existential crisis. yeah, even bad bitches get sad sometimes. she most often contemplates her decisions of rebelling and how she’s going to come back from it. voices of adults telling her that she’s wasting her life away constantly ring in her ears, and sometimes she starts to believe them. going along with wish number three, she wishes that they would respect her choices, but she also tends to think that they may be right. at the end of the day, she knows who she is: one bad bitch rebel. 

bonus wish: 

6. for the kitchen staff to stop serving oatmeal for breakfast – seriously, she hates oatmeal. she’d rather go without eating than shove a spoonful of the disgusting food into her mouth. she’s made her hatred for the food quite apparent as well and has even stopped coming to breakfast if they serve it in the first place. she’s much rather have pancakes, waffles, or even burnt toast.

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@marbarnes: marty for midnight lights dance dj 2k19

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dxddyorion: 

with his back set to an arch, gevanchy clad legs extended entirely. Typically he’d find himself respecting the value of his far too expensive wardrobe, though tonight suppose he was simply too consumed with his own grief to truly care. Of all the nights at this blessed camp, it had to be this one when the vacancy of his life began to set in. Back home things were different, he could throw himself into conference calls and stacks of paperwork as a way to avoid the issue. Although, at Stillwater therwas no way of pushing back the thought that despite how hard he seemed to try, there was always an emptiness. a silence. while there typically was a mutual tolerance that went on between Marty and Orion, tonight the feeling was slightly different. Passing the bottle between clamy hands, he listened to the remark she made. While simple it was all too sad, and way too close to home. “ I wouldn’t know what people do at these shit dances. ” Orion shrugged her off, searching his pocket for the tin carton he kept his cigarettes in. “ Haven’t you heard? Nobody wants to spend time with the rich guy, they simply want the benefits of how deep my pockets run. ” spoken with a sigh, as his throat seemed to clench a bit. The realization that he was either a means of amusement or money to those at this camp seemed far more depressing than he initially thought.

unlike orion who was able to occupy himself, martine had nothing; no support system, hardly any friends, no money. she’d tried to deal with her boredom and loneliness, but things only ended with the birth of her criminal record. sometimes she thought that she might as well follow her criminal path. she was already one felony in and was only a quarter way through life. marty would have plenty of time to rack up a real record. “good. me either,” she said with a chuckle, taking hold of the bottle before taking a bigger swig. she was too drunk and depressed to even try giving orion a heard time. for once, two of the biggest threats at camp stillwater were broken down and bruised. marty quickly glanced over at him as he searched his pockets, hoping that he had something else to even dull their pain in the slightest. 

“and nobody wants to spend time with the poor girl. how fitting.” marty paused for a moment, shaking her head. “at least you’re not used as a fucking joke. whatever, though. we’re gonna get used our whole fucking lives anyways.” she was too drunk to realize that despite their differences, she and orion weren’t too far off. “at least people respect you. i mean, i get called literal trash. nobody wants to deal with me because i’m apparently ‘too much for them’ or some shit like that. and i see that, i really do. i couldn’t even get a god damn blind date and it just... angers me, you know? and nobody fucking looks at me the same way as they did a year ago. i’m a criminal, a burnout, all of these stupid ass clichés. and i guess that i am, but... i’m so much more than that. all of this shit: the defenses, the knives, the bitching is because i don’t know how else to act. i’m so fucking... broken and nobody has ever just slowed down and asked why the hell i’m the way i am.” martine had to force herself to stop talking because she could feel herself on the verge of sobbing.

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dxddyorion: 

a comepletely underwhelmed and far too intoxicated began making his way through the moonlit camp. Unsure of a destination, his only intent being to get away from the ongoing party. While he was not typically a socialite, Orion never seemed to have any issues when it camed to delving into the temporary fun that could come from a party of the sorts. Tonight seemed to be different. while everyone was either lost in first kisses and chaste romance or tangled in a beautiful friendship, the young man was left to himself and a half drunken bottle of bourbon. Welcomed by the sublte crackling sound of the fire that seemed to be burning, he made his way toward that area. pushing out from behind a tree branch, he met eyes with a much too familiar face. “ how come it’s always you? You’re always off hiding. ” Orion spoke, his subtlety taken away by the alcohol that swam through his blood stream. taking a seat right beside Marty, he offered the bottle as a hello. “ what’s got you doom and gloom on this magical evening? ”

martine turned herself to half face orion, back hunched over as she rested her elbows on her thighs. “i don’t know, i just like being alone sometimes,” she blurted with a shrug. “sometimes people just become too much.” while marty loved being drunk, she hated how unfiltered it made her. it was almost as if she’d been taken over and turned into a main character in a john green novel – speaking in failed poetry and wishing her life was a john hughes film. at the question of what was making her sad, martine couldn’t help but let out a laugh (snort included). imagine being told that you didn’t even have a pairing after signing up for a blind date or being stuck with the belief that nobody even wanted her in the first place. just thinking about it left an ache in her stomach. “love and all of that... bullshit,” she simply stated, gently taking the bottle before taking a swig. she shook her head as the alcohol ran down her throat, handing the bottle back to orion. “what about you? shouldn’t you be dancing with your blind date or one of your sugar babies? or whatever the hell people do at these shit dances.”

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ft. @ofanastvsia (~~in the past~~)

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rosiemcannon: 

«incoming snap from →rosiexposie»

ROSIE: only a few hours until the dance !! 

ROSIE: i’m starting to think to let the campers do my make-up wasn’t a bad idea 

ROSIE: going for subtle glam this year !! 

MARTINE: you let the campers do your makeup??? mkay sis MARTINE: are you ready to get WILD at the dance? MARTINE: any other plans of DOING other things any tonight yk ;) MARTINE: i mean besides going off to abba obviously

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*// &. ⌜ @dxddyorion. ⌟ 

as a camper, martine had heard numerous stories about the infamous staff afterparty for the dance. while she had no plans to return to camp as a kid, she always thought it would be fun to drunkenly wander through the camp with her closest counselor friends. of course, the party shaped up to be lamer than she initially thought. while everyone was still lovestruck by their dates, marty was alone. she’d had enough of leaning against the wall and watching everyone have a blast without her. frankly, the only fun she was having was refilling her solo cup. after her maybe fifth refill, marty stumbled out to the unlit campfire circle. she bobbed her head back and forth, finding comfort in the late night breeze until a twig snapped and caught her attention. she looked over to find a tall figure walking towards her and as much as she wished it was bigfoot, she could recognize who they actually were. “moretti, seats open if you want it,” she stated, patting the open log next to her. 

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describe 3 of your dearest friends in one word, go

“ @mcthodicals is bad ass – that’s one word fuck you, @ftpennys is gorgeous, and @jcdyns is hysterical.”

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fmk: kermit, miss piggy, fozzie bear

“why is everyone obsessed with fucking muppets??? no???”

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who of the counselors would be the worst person to date and why?

“easy – @jackscnm. i can’t even be around him for a minute without wanting to choke to death on my own spit, let alone date him. my condolences go to whoever has to be his date to the dance.”

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would you rather: slow dance with orion, ditch the dance and smoke with alex, or be on chaperone duty with adelina?

“ditch the dance and smoke with alex for sure. i really made a mistake signing myself up for a blind date, fuck. i really didn’t even want to go in the first place. i’d much rather ditch and smoke, even if it has to be with alex.”

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honesty hour.

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                                  how to be martine barnes.

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jcsettc:

JOSIE: wonder woman who? i only know marty barnes JOSIE: omg you should come over to my cabin maybe if you move it’ll work better JOSIE: but you’d have to go through the rain so idk if youd want to JOSIE: okAY SO BOB KINDA SCARES ME he’s like a less buff mr. clean JOSIE: i’ll do it for the sake of our video tho

MARTINE: wow i’m honored i’d not only like to thank vic fuentes but gerard way as well MARTINE: uhm yes puhlease  MARTINE: i’ll risk it tbh i’ve fought mother nature before i won’t be afraid to again MARTINE: BUGG MR. CLEAN I SEE IT MARTINE: fuck bob we’re the real super troupers  MARTINE: mr. bald bug man don’t scare me

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matucs:

THEO: do u like me best in constant fear THEO: be my fierce protector pls and thanks THEO: the law IS corrupt rn so  THEO: can we be anarchists

MARTINE: i like everyone best when they’re fearful (especially of me) MARTINE: i only “protect” for $20 an hour  MARTINE: standard babysitting charges yk MARTINE: anarchy? you mean the dream? MARTINE: i’ll get us through the anarchy easy peasy