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[plaalacking]

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marlowe   dench  ;   intro   —   visuals    —  ism.  —  dynamics. bryn   gavinez  ;   intro   —   visuals    —  ism.  —  dynamics.

[taiturner]

Miya Horcher as JAYMEE AQUINO ALL AMERICAN, 6x11 "The Next Episode"

[fromthestarsx]

It was surreal seeing Marlowe again in person. It made a mix of emotions swirl through him. He missed her deeply, still felt something for her, and he was still hurt by everything that happened.. Or didn't happen. He wasn't sure what to think about what she'd said happened. Marlowe had told him she was only trying to help her ex and that they weren't together, but if Marlowe was lying to him then, what would keep her from lying to him now. He wanted to believe her but everything in him told him not to.

"She's with some other friends now. Are you sure you're okay?"

[plaalacking]

" better find her then. " voice bitter despite the wide, blinding stilted smile plastered across soft features. still, she wants to appear easy-going as if none of it bothers her. marlowe is the reason they broke up - constantly twisting the truth, avoiding his questions - all of it her fault. she has no one else to blame for her misery but herself. hand squeezes his bicep again. " i've never been better. " and mars has never been a good liar. she lets go of, shifting her weight from one foot to another. " i was actually gonna get another drink. want some? let's toast on seeing each other again. " because she has no idea how to get out of this situation - guilt bubbles deep within her and in the sober part of her brain she knows getting out of there would be for the best and yet ... can't get enough of staring into james' handsome face.

[realscars]

sometimes,  sage's  mouth  gets  him  into  strange  situations.  this  is  thankfully  not  the  weirdest  one  yet  —  though  he's  honestly  kind  of  eager  to  see  where  it  ends  up.  mostly  because  he  just  likes  talking  to  marlowe.  she's  nice,  easy  going  when  she's  not  asking  about  a  baby  (??)  and  funny  to  boot.  sue  him.  she  approaches  and  he  doesn't  bother  to  get  up  onto  his  elbows,  mostly  because  the  nausea  and  his  guts  are  fighting  and  the  battle  has  a  clear,  white-flag  winner.  “what?  no  -  no.  i  hate  sand.  it  feels  like  …  sand.”  well,  yes!  “it  gets  in  everything.  i'm  pretty  sure  it  got  in  my  bed  three  days  after  i  went  to  the  beach.”  it  did  not,  but  she  doesn't  need  to  know  that.  eyebrows  raise  as  if  he  wasn't  the  one  to  bring  it  up  in  person  in  the  first  place.  “oh  yeah?  what  ‘m  i  beggin’  for,  then?  it  better  be  somethin'  good  or  i'm  callin'  it  off.”  he  can't  even  do  that.

[plaalacking]

" that's the point of sand! " her tone takes on a frustrated edge, yet the curl of her lips reveal it is all a jest. a jest, sage ! marlowe is too drunk to take anything seriously, unless something serious happens, like a life-threatening beach catastrophe. maybe then, she'd sober up and start taking things seriously. sage grimaces which prompts mars to tilt her head like a dog. " are you okay? " oh no, what if sage is a light-weight drinker and is currently fighting for his life? she lays down next to him, rolls over to her side in case he'd need some assistance if the alcohol won. his words, however, conjure an amused chuckle. this is why she likes sage - he is funny and cute. " you're begging for me, of course. " marlowe pushes herself up onto one elbow. " you'll get something nice if it's believable. "

[h0tblood]

“  hi,  mars,  ”  spencer  greets  back,  an  amused  smile  finding  it's  way  onto  his  features  as  she  wobbles  into  his  space.  he's  only  had  three  drinks,  a  lot  less  compared  to  everyone  else,  so  seeing  everyone  slowly  lose  their  sobriety  was  …  interesting,  to  say  the  least.  eyebrows  raise  at  marlowe's  remark,  “  really?  and  here  i  thought  i  was  giving  off  a  good  vibe,  ”  he  reponsds,  looking  down  at  himself  like  he  can  somehow  see  his  own  aura  if  he  tried.  “  are  you  okay?  how  many  drinks  have  you  had?  ”

[plaalacking]

she squints her eyes at spencer, trying to read his aura again. it's very hard, to aura read, with a sober mind. nearly impossible in the state marlowe's in, or so she thinks when no new colors swirl around him. " nuh-uh. " she takes a sip of her skinny bitch. " you're giving sober vibes. very bad, very sad. " everyone should be drunk out of their assess. not because marlowe is scared to be drunk alone, no, but because she believes best memories are made under the influence. of ... love, alcohol, weed ... you name it. " i'm totally fine! i can recite you a poem if you want. " a test of sobriety, marlowe style. " i've only had like, eight of these bad boys, so basically sober. "

[sunshinesfm]

𓍼⋆⊹ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : @plaalacking

for: marlowe dench.

where: sunset villas beach party.

" okay.. wait a minute. " alyssa sat herself up from her lounge chair before looking in marlowe's direction, moving her sunglasses to set them ontop of her head. wanting to hear every last detail of marlowe's story and was planned on listening to it quite intently. " okay, honey. tell me all about it ! i promise i'm listening to it. " she'd say somewhat loudly to be able to hear herself over the volume of the music and the sound of everyone else chatting around them.

[plaalacking]

" lyss! " marlowe has poured her whole heart out - babbling about the james situation, about how cute and nice sage is, how stella is so kind. okay, well, she's mostly just been babbling a lot. " which part? " she plops down on the unoccupied lounge chair right next to alyssa's. " my story has a lot of layers, babe. be more specific. " she matches the other woman's volume, trying to out cream the music and the chatter around them.

[sophie-baek]

@offcampusonprime: How lifted my spirits feel after yesterday's announcement.

[fliightriisk]

LOCATION: the beach party bonfire FEATURING: @plaalacking

as the sun sank further below the horizon and the sky darkened, luca made his way down to the bonfire whose flames stretched towards the heavens in an elemental dance to the soundtrack of partygoers, the band playing in the distance, and the waves lapping against the shore. he then noticed that the fire had a dancing partner, marlo. he rolled his eyes as he watched her move with a freedom and lightness that he had never known. his lips pulled slightly up at the corners, betraying his feigned apathy. after a moment, he moved closer to her, "careful with those spins, i'd hate to have to rescue you from the fire if you got too dizzy and fell in."

[plaalacking]

when there's a bonfire, there's always marlowe dancing around it. limbs flailing, completely off-beat, to the music. her dance's more expressive - of what she's feeling, what she's going through, the inner turmoil of a girl - than any thought out choreography ( and, let's be real, weed and alcohol are moving those limbs of her more than her own brain ). she trips, once, steadies herself back on her feet and continues as if nothing happened. as if people weren't giving her strange looks. she's spinning, spinning, spinning until a voice, masculine and familiar, makes her stop. " oh, luca! " a squeal, some people look back to check out what is happening. " you're so cute! adorable! i love your smile! " words trips over each other, marlow reaches out to dust the invisible dirt on his shirt. " dance with me! "

[fromthestarsx]

closed starter: @plaalacking ( james & marlowe )

where: beach party, near the bar

The party had been a lot more fun than James had anticipated, especially with having spent a lot of time with Sav that night. However, at that point in the night the two had split up to meet up with other people, and after Holly went back to her shift at the bar, he sat there to finish off his beer.

As he looked around, he spotted a familiar face in the sea of people, and he felt a twist in his stomach at the sight of her. It was so confusing to think about him and Marlowe all over again. He'd made his peace with her cheating on him, but now she was coming back and telling him the secret that ultimately broke them up. He wasn't sure what to believe now.

He was going to ignore her and find someone else he knew to talk to and distract him from the thoughts racing in his mind, but he kept stealing glances at her instead. As he watched her, he felt compelled to check on her. Unsure why. Maybe it was his worries about them or maybe it was something else. He pushed himself away from the bar and made his way over to her.

"Mars?" The nickname slid off his tongue before he could stop it. It was too much of a habit to stop any time soon. "Are you okay?"

[plaalacking]

marlowe has been doing so, so good at ignoring james. truly. she's making friends, being as free and whimsical as ever - trying to not take anything seriously. though, she's having a set-back of 'getting over your ex-situation' when she saw james and savannah's posts on instagram some hours ago.

but nothing alcohol and weed couldn't help with.

staggering, unsure on her feet, marlowe makes her way through the sea of people. they're just blurred faces, mostly, but she still smiles, eager to appear level-headed. shoulder bumps into a person and marlo almost looses her balance until she catches james' arm. brown hues looks up, and even though there are two jameses in front of her, he's still as handsome as ever.

gaze tears off him to the person she bumped into. " i'm so sorry! forgive me! " a playful flash of a smile and they move along with a shrug. so, it's only marlowe and james again, surrounded by myriad of people. "hi! " voice high-pitched, happy. " i'm so good! how are you? " she gives his bicep a gentle squeeze. " where's savannah? " ah, there is the question marlo thought she would manage to not ask.

[plaalacking]

where: sunset villa beach partaaaaay ! who: marlowe & your pick ! ( @h0tblood )

marlowe's  nursing  her  third  skinny  bitch  -  vodka  mixed  with  soda  -  when  she  approaches  the  other,  wobbly  and  unstable  on  her  feet.  okay,  alright,  maybe  it  isn't  her  third  drink,  more  like  eight,  but  she's  had  snacks  and  greasy  food,  so  it  should  be  fine  ...  right  ?  she  should  be  sober  ...  -  ish.  "  hi!  "  a  squeak  for  a  greeting.  gestures  towards  them.  "  your  aura  is  like  so  dark,  i  could  feel  it  from  all  the  way  there.  "  slender  finger  points  towards  the  beach.  "  are  you  okay?  "

[realscars]

WHERE:  beach  @  the  villa  party. WITH: @plaalacking.

for  what  it's  worth,  he  hadn't  thought  his  pathetic  attempt  at  begging  (also  maybe  kind  satirical,  maybe  not)  would  get  her  here.  has  to  wonder  if  it's  the  idea  of  his  company  or  marlowe  didn't  want  to  hear  him  whine  —  a  win  for  sage  anyway,  where  he  lays  in  the  sand  atop  one  of  the  hoodies  from  the  trunk  of  his  jeep.  “there's  fuckin  —  there's  sand  in  my  shoes,  marlowe,”  is  what  comes  out  of  his  mouth  instead  of  an  actual  hi,  how  are  you?  because  he  feels  as  if  she  doesn't  care  about  pleasantries.  “y'know,  since  you're  actually  here  –  you're  gonna  have  to  find  somethin'  else  for  me  to  make  up  for  the  whole  beggin'  schtick.”  scary  thought!

[plaalacking]

for  what's  it  worth,  sage's  pathetic  attempt  at  begging  was  simply  adorable.  it  was  just  that,  an  attempt,  though  marlowe  believes  she  can  get  him  to  beg  for  real  -  make  him  throw  away  the  facade  and  embrace  the  inner  beggar.  but  marlowe  also  believes  aliens  have  been  using  her  toothbrush  for  the  past  three  years,  so  there's  that.  she  approaches,  shoeless,  toes  burying  into  the  sand  with  each  step.  a  huge  smile  decorates  her  features  white  the  red  plastic  cup  matches  dozens  of  bracelets  on  delicate  wrist.  "  so  take  off  your  shoes,  sagey!  "  her  voice  carries  the  drunk  hitch  already.  "  embrace  the  sand.  "  marlo  sits  down  on  one  of  the  hoodies,  stretches  legs  forward  to  bury  her  toes  properly.  tilts  head,  owlishly  blinking.  "  i'd  actually  love  to  hear  you  beg  more.  "

[sophia-becketts]

ALLIE HAYES

OFF CAMPUS | 1.06 “The Breakway”

[girlserum-deactivated20250923]

am i the weirdest girl in ur phone. do u promise

[fromthestarsx]

James didn’t know what to say at first so he didn’t for a moment. His eyes searched her face as though he were committing every detail to memory. But James refused to get caught up in the moment. Marlowe lied to him- hurt him. He wasn’t going to let her stroll back into his life like nothing happened.

“I want truth, Mars. The truth about everything that happened or I walk away again.” He got right to the point.

@plaalacking

[plaalacking]

oh, straight to the point. marlowe had expected a small talk, how are you's and what not, but well, she's got to deal with what's thrown at her. " can we sit? " not waiting for his answer, marlowe approaches the nearest bench, expecting james to follow suit. a deep breath, and another, doe eyes examine his lovely face. " i've told you before, i never cheated on you. " it's something marlowe claimed over and over again when they argued and subsequently broken up, though when james demanded truth, she's omitted, making her look guilty nonetheless. " i, " a sigh, " i was helping nora, my ex before you, but again, no, i didn't cheat. " very important to say it again. " she was going through a rough patch with her boyfriend and needed help. i was the only one she knew in LA. " vulnerability shines in her eyes as marlowe stares into his blue hues. " the truth, i promise. "

[realscars]

her  reaction  makes  him  laugh,  if  nothing  else  because  she  may  be  the  only  person  who  gets  scared  when  sage  approaches.  all  gnagly  limbs  and  boundless  energy,  he  considers  himself  more  of  a  clifford  the  big  red  dog  (he's  5'7  is  that  tall?)in  a  sea  of  bluey's.  or  something  else  that  actually  is  a  correct  metaphor  and  not  something  an  adhd-riddled  motherfucker  would  think  of  off  the  cuff.  “no?”  he  doesn't  know  her  but  he's  not  a  monster.  death  is  only  acceptable  for  terrible  people  and  maybe  a  specific  person  he's  not  going  to  name.  “right,  right,  well.  beach  sex  isn't  as  fun  as  the  movies  make  it  out  to  be.”  so  like  anyways.   “guitar  —  which  type?”  if  she  says  bass  he  will  explode  into  ten  million  pieces  thank  you.  “acoustic,  electric,  six  string  ………?”  because  just  saying  guitar  is  not  enough  for  sage  –  it's  his  lifeline  at  this  point,  so  getting  into  the  real  nitty  gritty  specifics  will  always  be  at  the  forefront  of  his  mind  than  shrugging  it  off.  guitar.  tarot  reading.  tarot  deck..  he's  connecting  the  dots.  is  marlowe  a  mind  reader  or  a  stalker?  head  tilts,  thinking.  “my  deal  is  trying  to  figure  out  your  deal.  like  i  said,  locals  are  nosy  as  shit.”

[plaalacking]

sage  might  be  giving  clifford  the  big  red  dog  (  in  all  his  5'7  glory,  which,  by  the  way,  is  average  height.  average  is  okay.  average  is  good  !  ),  but  he's  still  sneaked  up  on  her  like  a  whisper  in  the  dark,  so  her  reaction's  only  natural  —  entirely  making  sense.  "  good,  'cause  you'd  have  to  pay  for  my  funeral.  "  sage  should  at  least  have  that  much  courtesy  given  how  expensive  funerals  can  be.  her  family  would  have  a  hard  time  recovering  from  such  an  expense.  in  a  heartbeat,  they  shift  from  funerals  to  beach  sex  and  marlowe  sees  something  incredibly  poetic  in  that  —  everything's  connected,  whether  we  want  it  or  not,  or  some  similar  enlightened  thing.  "  you've  had  a  lot  of  beach  sex?  "  an  amused  grin  pulls  on  her  lips.  "  but  i  play  acoustic,  self-taught.  watched  a  lot  of  youtube  tutorials  over  the  years.  "  a  quick  look  up  and  down  his  buzzing  self.  "  you  seem  weirdly  excited  by  that.  you  play?  "  though,  marlo  already  knows  the  answer  —  his  aura  screams  'look  at  me,  i'm  a  musician!'  loud  enough  for  people  on  the  other  side  of  the  planet  to  hear.  she  beams.  "  oh,  a  local!  nosy,  nosy  local.  hi,  i'm  marlowe.  "  extends  her  hand  expectantly,  toothy  smile  painting  her  soft  features.

[totemper]

carter looks down at it, his sister and the cat, and takes a moment to reflect on the fact that he is entirely unphased by every single part of it. carter stares at the animal, purring and quite content with where it's wandered off to, but fails to obtain the same maternal vibes. he laughs. "she didn't look like that on facetime the other day."

[plaalacking]

growing  up,  marlowe  always  did  similar  shenanigans  and  more  —  so  seeing  carter unphased doesn't  phase  her.  he  should  be  used  to  her  wild  attics  by  now.  the  cat  purrs  loudly,  headbutting  her  chest  as  she  cradles  it  like  a  baby.  "  no,  no,  you  aren't  hearing  me,  c.  "  she walks  closer,  tilting  the  feline  his  way.  "  look  into  her  face.  it's  our  mom.  she's  transfered  half  of  her  soul  into  this  cat  to  watch  over  us here.  "  marlowe  thinks  it  makes  sense,  partially,  at  least.  "  before  you  say  anything,  i'm  not  drunk  nor  high.  "

[fromthestarsx]

closed starter: James & Marlowe ( @plaalacking )

where: coral cove park

James felt his stomach twisting with nerves as he arrived at the park for his meet up with Marlowe. He couldn't believe he'd talked himself into doing this, although maybe he was truly that desperate for closure. Despite believing Marlowe had cheated on him, he never knew the full story of what happened. He hoped that maybe he'd finally get some answers. Marlowe had meant the world to him, and she was his future. He didn't understand what happened between them. Maybe he simply loved too much.

"Marlowe?" It was all he could manage as he laid eyes on her for the first time in over two years.

[plaalacking]

marlowe  can't  believe  james  agreed to meet up.  she's  fully  expected  to  be  told  off,  or,  if  she  was  honest,  to  be  blocked  and  completely  avoided  whenever  they'd  cross  paths  in  the  town.  had  thought  it  would  get  so  bad,  she'd  need  to  move  out.  change  towns,  cities,  states  …  again.  but  no.  here  they  stand.  marlowe's  breath  hitches,  heart  pounding  violently  against  her  ribcage  —  stress,  definitely,  but  also  excitement  at  seeing  him  ,  healthy  and  still  handsome,  in  front  of  her.  she  wants  to  run  to  his  embrace,  feel  his  warmth  pressed  into  hers.  she  wants  to  talk  about  what  they've  missed,  apologize  and  explain,  and  pick  up  on  where  they've  left  off.  create  future  together  …

….  instead,  marlo  walks  up  almost  sheepishly,  a  direct  contrast  to  her  usual  confident  stroll.

 “  hi.  ”  a  shy  smile  stretches  the  corners  of  her  lips,  giddiness  settling  over  her.  “  you  look  good.  ”