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ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ & ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ 𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮

ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ? ᴡᴇʟʟ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ｒｉｇｈｔ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴛɪᴍɪɴɢ 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓮. ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ɪᴛ'ꜱｉｍｐｒｅｓｓｉｖｅ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓾𝓽 ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ.

────── ⁱ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ──────

ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ — peach ⋆ minnow

carrd ⋆ pinterest ⋆ memes ⋆ wanted

#ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʰᵒⁿᵉˢᵗ — ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴ' ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴ' ⁿᵒⁿˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ( about. )

havanaberry

Havana Rose Liu for the Oh. What. Fun. premiere

#ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ˡᵒⁿᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ( photos. )#ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜꜱ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── shay #ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ( queue. )

likecavities

teddy was kind of a mess at the best of times. he knows that he shouldn't feel weird about the fact that august is here – he told him he could swing by if he needed anything. august was so nice. so he lets him in, and he opens the closet to grab a pair of sneakers. "thanks." he shrugs, "'s kind of fuckin' small, but i don't mind." another beat passes. teddy was always kind of uncomfortable with people in his space. occupational hazard of a history like his, he supposed. "it's fine."

nopartyinvitations

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August hadn’t noted the size, believing it to be cozy rather than crowded. The truth was he hadn’t paid much attention to anything when entering Teddy’s apartment, only the sinking feeling that he’d interrupted a quiet evening. He fought the urge to stay silent like his brain might’ve hoped; August had shown up on the doorstep unannounced, and he couldn’t shut down now. “My place isn’t any bigger.” Not that he actually knew the square footage of either; it seemed close enough. He’d think back on this later and want to put his head through the drywall, but for now it was all he could manage. August lurked by the door, waiting for Teddy to finish putting on his footwear. Once they’d been laced, he scooted aside to allow his friend to go first, not entirely knowing where to head after this. “Do you like mysteries?” What might have seemed like a question pulled from thin air held more weight than he had revealed.

#ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ; ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʷⁱˢʰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ( threads. )#ᴄʜᴀᴛ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── teddy #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── august #august & teddy ;; 02 #august #likecavities #ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ( queue. )

faith-maccaullay

KATHRYN NEWTON via Instagram

#ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ˡᵒⁿᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ( photos. )#ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜꜱ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── lotte #ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ( queue. )

closed starter for nikolai (@nikweiss) ──── ⋆☾･ﾟ

The minute he walked in, Bowie’s body sank deeper into the barstool with the hope it would shield her from recognition. How long had it been? Months? Years? He cut his hair since then, but otherwise seemed to be the same image that would haunt her dreams on occasion. A first love never really went away; the kick drum just got softer until it was nothing more than a triangle. She’s gotten by this long without having run into him, but a reunion was inevitable — she couldn’t hide forever. Without intention, Bowie had already caught his attention, and there would be no turning back. She scooted up to settle back into the seat as if moments earlier she wasn’t hoping it absorbed her entirely. “They still let you in this place?” The brunette broke the thin ice between them. Bowie’s eyes searched for anything else to settle on besides the abyss she’d stumble back into looking upon his. “I would’ve thought you were banned by now.”

#ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ; ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʷⁱˢʰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ( threads. )#ᴄʜᴀᴛ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── nikolai #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── bowie #bowie & nikolai ;; 01 #bowie #nikweiss #ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ( queue. )

closed starter for gus (@dcgtown) ──── ⋆☾･ﾟ

Rainie’s spine aligned perfectly with the plank that extended across the decomposing structure. They preferred places with more life, if they were being honest, but that hadn’t been the case before the happening. That’s what she chose to call the end, the incident, the murder. The pieces of the truth were lost in translation, and they could only unearth what was accessible to the dead. It turned out she’d been limited in what all she could do. Flickering lights, whispers with no end, creaking staircases — that was easy. Tasting a chocolate croissant from the bakery, picking up a new book, even communicating was practically impossible. Rainie found a few ways to feel alive, but they stretched her thin.

“No one’s home,” they called out to the person who caused the door to fall further off its hinges. They didn’t need to be here; all they’d do was disturb her quiet. Sound didn’t work the same; Rainie knew their voice wouldn’t reach his ears, but it never stopped a comment, even if just for their own amusement. Then the beeping started. Louder, louder, LOUDER. Beneath the feet that now shifted to hang over the side stood a stranger with a sound that could pierce even their bloodless body. “Can you shut that thing off? Damn,” they muttered to themselves, not expecting a response.

#ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ; ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʷⁱˢʰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ( threads. )#ᴄʜᴀᴛ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── gus #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── rainie #rainie & gus ;; 01 #rainie #hope this is okay! lemme know if i should change anythingggg

redemptioninterlude

there's a kind of contentment that spilled over when you could be close to someone, without having to worry about things. about the judgement. the conversations about relapsing or not. rue knew she could hold out a baggy of unspoken powder and lotte would be DOWN, that gleam in her eye, a laugh on her lips. no need to tell her she was looking for an exit, because lotte was right there with her, both the life of the party, and dying to escape it.

fingers brush, and she leans in, closer. that slow-motion collapse of a person in real time, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she exhaled, finally. "i know." it HOLDS, in a place in her chest that almost feels nauseated with the potential. of what ifs, of all the ways that she knew she was fucking destined to fuck up. that was rue, like, all the time, so why would this be any different? it's not fair for her to like, judge all that before they really did anything but like...

she also was so terrified of losing lotte, it made her fucking SICK.

"you know..." she lights the weed sitting in its glass enclosure, inhaling deep to pull that hit, her head swimming, her mouth chewing about the words themselves. "if... if this week has like, made me aware of ANYTHING, it's that... like... you never really know what's fucking coming. and i dunno. i just... i don't... want you ever wondering like, how important you are. that..." that fear, instinctive. "y... you know?"

★— ATTN: @nopartyinvitations

nopartyinvitations

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Feelings. Those bitches seemed to creep in when she least expected it. Lotte preferred to ignore them until absolutely necessary. If she didn’t allow them space in her head, then they wouldn’t be able to sink into her thoughts. The way her heart jumped whenever she’d see Rue coming up the drive or the palpable tension when they were this close were things that crept up on her. They were just friends — that was how it always started. That made it easier for the emotions to slip through her iron gates, like a frog adjusting to boiling water without ever noticing they’re facing the end.

Rue never felt like jumping off a cliff, but there were dangers with any dealings of the heart. Beneath the fog, there could be jagged rocks ready to run through her or the frigid waters of the unknown. While both were frightening in their own right, one option certainly concerned Lotte more than the other.

The words took a beat to sink in, though her cheeks already felt warm to the touch. Lotte searched the other’s gaze to ground her in the present. “There’s a lot of bullshit in the world,” the blonde started, her tone shifting to where their conversation might go. “But never with you.” It was true. Rue didn’t pretend or sugarcoat — she needed that. “I probably would’ve done the whole tortured artist crash out thing if it weren’t for you.”

🪐 — ATTN: @redemptioninterlude

#ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ; ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʷⁱˢʰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ( threads. )#ᴄʜᴀᴛ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── rue #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── lotte #lotte & rue ;; 02 #lotte #redemptioninterlude #ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ( queue. )

horrorwomensource

KATHRYN NEWTON as LISA SWALLOWS LISA FRANKENSTEIN (2024) dir. Zelda Williams

#ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᶠᵘⁿⁿʸ ᴡᴀʏ ( film. )#ꜰɪʟᴍ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── lotte #ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ( queue. )

angel--cassie

#ᴅᴜᴍʙ & ᴘᴏᴇᴛɪᴄ ( out of character. )#i am so sorry for being a slow poke but I love you all kiss kiss kiss

dcgtown

"Good news for me then," Graham laughs when Avery mentions she forgot her taser. "I brought mine as back up, so I think we're covered." In honesty there were no weapons on him. He'd been lucky enough that he's never gotten into any sort of violent scuffle. He's quiet and stealthy and he finds he gets a lot more done that way than being brash and loud. "Nice to meet you too," he offers as they make their way into the bar. It's only when they're met with the bustling music over the speakers and the soft glow of neon lights that he realizes he could use the change to his advantage. He'd have to give up on the nice Mercedes outside, but now that he was inside there was a whole bar of people approaching too drunk to drive. Graham swiping their keys would be like doing them a favor. He focuses his attention back on Avery, constantly scanning her peripheral for who could be a good mark. "So, have you ever been in here before?" He asks curiously.

nopartyinvitations

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“Well, in that case, we’re safe as can be.” Her lips pursed, eyes closed, and a nod of feigned belief took the reins. She wasn’t really all that worried about being mugged, but with an influx of car theft in the area, one could never be too careful. The other stylists warned her; being the youngest, they seemed maternal, and while she appreciated their guidance, Avery was fine on her own. That’s how it’d always been. She didn’t mind, not anymore, though her younger self might’ve had more to say on the matter.

The neon hue danced across his features, turning shadows to indigo and glances to kaleidoscopes. “Oh, yeah,” Avery replied while leaning over the bar to attract the attention of the bartender. “An IPA for me, and whatever he wants.” They gave her the neighbor discount; it wasn’t much, but she appreciated it nonetheless. They would sneak her a drink or two, and she’d cut their hair after closing — a fair trade. “It’s too easy not to, especially after one of those days where you think your head is gonna explode.” Maybe that made her sound like an alcoholic, to which she immediately tried to backtrack. “Not like I’m here every day or anything,” the blonde rambled, thankful when the drinks arrived so she could fill her mouth with alcohol, not her absurdities. “Are you from around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” Avery said, shifting the conversation away from herself and onto the boy, making her trip over her thoughts.

#ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ; ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʷⁱˢʰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ( threads. )#ᴄʜᴀᴛ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── graham #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── avery #avery & graham ;; 01 #avery #ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ( queue. )

closed starter for wolfgang (@stayingstills) ──── ⋆☾･ﾟ

Koda kept her youth at bay, as if that would protect her from the brand they’d seared into her flesh. She belonged to them whether or not the ties were locked. Her very creation was for this purpose alone; to be a killer, a puppet, a soldier. What had been taught as soon as she could walk wasn’t so easily forgotten. The blonde would forever be tethered to the world she’d been born for; it’d been their blood that coursed through each vein after all. Koda couldn’t just escape. A few had gotten lucky enough to be pushed out and rejected by those at the top of the food chain. Wolf was one. The only she’d ever seen make something more of himself. She ran in circles, but her teeth seemed to always bite her own tail.

She kept her distance, wanting not to weave either of them back into the quilt that smothered them. That was until they’d given her reason to resurface. “Sie sind hier.” The language came back along with the haunting feeling that she’d flown alarmingly close to the sun. “Mio’s dead.” A liaison for trade who had just so happened to be her informant and who she’d trusted to keep her location safe. Now compromised, Koda didn’t know where to turn.

#ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ; ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʷⁱˢʰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ( threads. )#ᴄʜᴀᴛ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── wolfgang #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── koda #koda & wolfgang ;; 01 #Sie sind hier = they are here #koda #stayingstills #ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ( queue. )

dcgtown

A slow smile spreads across her features when Max says she’d take her time. While Shiloh told herself (for her own sanity’s sake) that Max was just really good at getting a good tip out of her… they liked to think she genuinely did want to keep them company. It was moments like those and the swarm of butterflies it conjured that had Shiloh feeling woefully single. Work made it hard to forge any new connections and the dating apps were a shit show. “Oh you know just another day in paradise where I get to assist removing foreign objects from places they shouldn’t be,” Shiloh says with a scrunch of her nose. “I didn’t think I’d spent so much of my energy at work lecturing about what should and shouldn't be considered a sex toy,” she laughs.

nopartyinvitations

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She didn’t even bother holding back the laughter that bubbled up. The idiocy of people never ceased to amaze and amuse her. Maxine could only imagine what Shiloh saw on a daily basis, catching only glimpses through stories shared across the bar. “People will literally shove anything up there, huh?” While it wouldn’t be something she suggested, it made for great amusement. Of course, Maxine was disconnected enough to enjoy the hilarity without having to deal with the insanity. “I’ve gotta know…” The brunette leaned further into the counter as if preparing for a secret to be shared beneath their breath. “What kind of weird shit was up there?”

#ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ; ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʷⁱˢʰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ( threads. )#ᴄʜᴀᴛ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── shiloh #ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── maxine #maxine & shiloh ;; 01 #maxine #ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ( queue. )

jellco

MICHELLE RANDOLPH

📷 GRAZIA 2023

#ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ˡᵒⁿᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ( photos. )#ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜꜱ ⋆☾･ﾟ ── serena #ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ( queue. )

pininganticipation

“yeah?” her smile widened immediately, pleased with herself in a way that suggested she already knew the answer. “what is it?” she tilted her head, feigning innocence. “my charming personality?” a beat. “my pretty face?” the grin tugging at her lips made it clear she was having far too much fun with this. “c'mon.” she nudged him lightly. “tell me ALL about it.”

nopartyinvitations

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Luca watched her work as if it were an art form. Even the way she moved from her hips to her head was mesmerizing. Still, he knew her web was woven far more complicated than he wished to wrangle. That didn’t keep him from twisting a finger in her entanglement every now and then. “Ah, Loma,” he started with a heavy inhale, his eyes going to the ceiling as if searching the stars for the words. “Where do I begin? Potrei stare a guardarti tutto il giorno.” Whenever the English word slipped his mind, he’d continue on in his native tongue, knowing it sounded better anyway. The drinks arrived before Luca got in another swing, holding up his glass instead. “A toast, to the most beautiful girl in the room.”