DON'T PANIC !

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panicmodes : prev. horrorfilmed. a twenty-five year old chaotic mess of a girl disguised as a semi-decent roleplayer. see  :  flaky, inconsistent, somewhat clever, happy to be here.

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muses

starters ›  no expiration dates, go wild.

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i think i may remake my blog because it is so unorganized and all over the place in terms of drafts etc. it’s a MESS i think ... a fresh start is the solution, a clean slate, i’ll probably carry some threads over, but then again i might just stick with this blog ... i don’t know i’m just thinking out loud right now don’t mind me <3

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JACKIE › felteverywhere​

“i don’t remember yelling ‘come in’ when you knocked the seventh time… how the fuck did you even unlock the door?”  

open to f/nb plot: jackie is in a bad mood and is hogging the bathroom at a party to smoke a cigarette and be a d*ckhead 

      “doesn’t take a rocket scientist to pick a lock.” despite the blatantly obvious signs of reluctance to welcome any visitors, merri still walked in anyways - even offered a warm smile as she found her place on the bathroom counter. legs dangled over the edge, heels lightly hitting the cabinet with each swing as she fiddled with the faucet, tightened it to stop the pesky drip. how could jackie stand that? two plops in and merri would’ve lost it. “used to break into my dad’s alcohol cabinet when i was younger. he always said he was a beer guy, but the watermelon spritzers hidden in the back said otherwise.” she shrugged. “so why’re you cooped up in here by yourself? too cool for the rest of the crowd?”

[villenelle]

jodie comer via INSTAGRAM

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open to › m / w / nb.

synopsis › kit’s brother is throwing a house party and she wants no part of it. she retreats to her room only to find your muse already there. assume connections!

      a house full of people was the last thing kit wanted to come home to after dealing with ‘pick all the green m&ms out of the bowl’-level elitists for eight hours straight. but at that point, she was too tired to find her brother to chew him out ... why waste her breath? it wasn’t like he’d listen. instead, she snagged a bottle of tequila, sprite and a box of pizza before setting off to lock herself away. “get a room.” she rolled her eyes, breaking through a couple swapping spit on the staircase to approach her bedroom. “he could’ve f*ckin’ warned me,” she murmured under her breath, door slamming shut to drown out the music as she entered her room. “but no, can’t have one night of –” her complaints came to an immediate halt as soon as she laid eyes on the unexpected visitor, “uh ... can i help you?”

[rpmemes-galore]

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open to › m / w / nb.

synopsis › a group of friends decide to go ghost hunting. alice invited your muse to tag along despite the fact that they’re scared of their own shadow ... and she may have used her knowledge of their crush on her to convince them to say yes. where it takes us? who knows!

   she’d been eagerly awaiting the favor that lay between jackson pierce’s hand. jesus christ he could talk ... only thing was it wasn’t with her, but kelly masters. so would he even notice if alice helped herself? before she could contemplate it, she’d snatched the joint from his hand and placed it between her lips, ditching the stragglers to join the rest of the group while he hollered a ‘what the fuck!’. as if on cue, “you guys, come on -” careful not to laugh at the display of sheer terror on the other’s face as they taunted them, she eyed them all. “leave 'em alone.” what a horrible host, leaving the person she’d lured into the debauchery to go off and get high; but, in her defense, she didn’t think they’d be that scared. “what, you haven’t heard? you’re a sacrifice. that’s why you’re here tonight.” she teased. was she helping? probably not. in fact, she felt kind of bad. “don’t worry,” a reassuring nudge, “you’re not gonna die. if anything the ghosts will haunt the two lovebirds back there first.” kelly and jackson, of course. “here -” she extended a hand, index finger tapping the end of the joint - watching as the embers fell to join the soot left in the fire’s wake all those years ago. “to take the edge off.” a playful glint sparked in her eye, “unless you want me to hold your hand instead ...”

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ROBBIE › svbtopia​

open to f !! ( 24+ only w/ age gaps welcome as long as she didn’t know him when he was under 24 :D - he’s 25 )

plot: ur muse is the stuck up bit.ch kinda girl OR bi.tchy goth girl who he probs went to high school with and she’s like ew bc he and his cousin ( theyre nb with they/them pronouns ) were notoriously known for being dorks OR your muse the flirty suburban mom who regularly shops there and he’s pathetically in love with her even though she’s out of his league anyways ruin his life tysm <3333

robbie’s pinterest board

———– 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 could help it, robbie’s boss always had him working the registers. sure, he never shut up, but a talkative cashier was less detrimental than the risk he was out on the floor restocking shelves. they could set a fu.ck ton of toddlers loose and the store and he’d STILL manage to fu.ck everything up more than they would. but unfortunately, he was needed for shelf stocking so he was trying to be extra careful not fu.ck up. “ give me just one second. ” he mumbled to the customer who’d just approached him as he was shelving some soup cans. “ are you aware that we’re having a two for one sale on torti- ” but they weren’t the random customer he was expecting to see. the word ‘ tortilla ’ got stuck in robbie’s throat and his nervous hands dropped the cans he had cradled in his arms. “ fu - i mean - SORRY. ” he muttered, dropping to the linoleum to scoop them all up. “ but - uh - two for one on tortilla chips, yeah !! ”

      alessandra was quick to bend down in front of him, fluorescent lights reflecting off of the rock on her finger just right as she picked a stray can up. but the ring meant nothing. it was just a prop, a ticket to a lowkey life in suburbia filled with cookie-cutter houses and stay-at-home mothers who lived for pta meetings and hot yoga. alessa wasn’t like that - tried to be, but the women didn’t take to her well. she knew why, even if they were hell bent on pretending they didn’t know who she was. don’t get her started on their husbands - so comical to see their double takes when her own introduced her to them. she thought she wanted this: a partner, a child, simplicity; but days blurred into each other and boredom took a toll. only a few things kept her entertained - and she was looking at a contributor to one of them. it was cute how he got so flustered around her. he was cute. “i’ll have to check that sale out,” she placed the can on the shelf and shifted her gaze to meet his, “hi robbie.” she smiled. “you know, i got nervous when i walked in and didn’t see you at the check out. thought you quit without saying goodbye to me.” she stood up and smoothed her skirt, body shifting to lean against the cart. “i would’ve been so sad, i always look forward to our chats ... but i was wondering if you had a minute? i need someone strong to help me with a few cases of water, if you don’t mind.”

[draumas]

KRISTINE FROSETH 2022, ph. Christian Högstedt for SBJCT Journal

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ended up having a ridiculously busy weekend but i’ll be back tomorrow !!!

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INEZ › lvciddreamt​

inez snorted. “oh, she definitely watched it more than once. my cousin used to work at that dvd store that just closed, and he said she used to rent it like, almost every weekend. for years.” they accepted the joint readily, taking a puff and blowing out smoke into the night air. she handed it back, eyes already slightly bloodshot as she turned to smile lazily at the other. “to be honest, i pre-gamed before i got here. can’t deal with this type of shit if i don’t.” she used to be a social butterfly, but not so much anymore. not since her sister had disappeared without a trace — and she wasn’t the first. still, people treated her like a freak now, and she was pretty sure she’d only been invited out of pity. “seems like good shit, though.” they nodded at the joint. “garden gnome or not.”

      “i would say that’s a means for clinical insanity, but i’m pretty sure i rented dazed and confused about 400 times. everyone was always for kevin pickord, but michelle burroughs was literally right there. you know, come to think of it ... i’m pretty sure your cousin might’ve been the reason why i broke my streak. yeah, i think he was the one that got me onto fast times.” she readjusted her position, practically sprawled out on the roof ... one slight shift and partygoers would probably think she’d been punted out of the sky by whatever higher power ruled. that is, if there was one. clover wasn’t really religious. the closest thing to a god to her? snoop dogg. she tucked a hand beneath her head, “i feel you. there’s something kind of ... off about parties like this. prefer those shitty ones in basements riddled with worn in furniture and dusty boardgames. feels more authentic. this shit?” another arm extension towards the crowd of people beneath them. “a front for something. gotta be. like mattress firms. why the fuck are there so many? who is buying that many mattresses?” she stopped herself before she got ahead. “anyways,” she accepted the joint from their hand, “if it makes you feel any better, i was only invited because of my business. half these fuckin’ losers probably wouldn’t look at me otherwise. i could probably gone girl myself and they wouldn’t even bat an eye.” she immediately regretted the reference as soon as it left her lips, hasty hand reaching to anxiously take a hit. “shit ... sorry. i uh,” she cleared her throat, “didn’t mean that.” though she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious. “if you don’t mind me asking ... how long has it been? you know since your sister ...”

[dailywoc]

SAMANTHA LOGAN as OLIVIA BAKER

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finished my theme ahhhhh !!!!! also got rid of all of my tertiary / test muses and demoted some of my secondary ones ... feeling accomplished 

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the feminine urge to redo my entire theme and get rid of all of my tertiary / test muses 

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Alexa Demie and Maya Hawke | MAINSTREAM (2020) dir. Gia Coppola

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after today i have the next few days off so drafts will finally get done <3

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natalia dyer for wwd - july 2020