girls like U

you remind me of a church in las vegas rin watanabe 23 || trinity covered from head to toe in sin and lost wages

[karazrel]

[mmecolbert]

when you meet your soulmate

[renee--rapp]

[rinwannabe]

📱 - naomi

What was my muses 5 last sent texts to yours?

[ 12:23 AM ] : listen my tights ripped can u bring me a pair down @ merde[ 12:24 AM ] : free drinks on me pls pls[ 3:53 AM ] : u cud do better than him com on leech boys r gross[ 4:10 AM ] : u still here do u need a ride home??[ 12:26 PM ] : ew i don’t get u or jamie

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts to yours?

[ DELETED ] : he’s bad [ DELETED ] : he was so bad 2 me [ DELETED ] : y do u like him so much[ DELETED ] : he’ll fuk u up 2 neem[ DELETED ] : n when he does i’m gonna slit his fuckin throat

What was my muse’s last snapchat to yours?

cherryrin: look wht i grabbed frm mr lockhart’scherryrin: it looks just like me rightcherryrin: come ovr n lets find out whts in it

What my muse has saved your number as?

nemo

What contact photo has my muse set for yours?

What ringtone has my muse set for yours?

girls to the front - sizzy rocket

How many times my muse has called yours this week?

She doesn’t call that often, but she usually ends up calling Naomi when she’s drunk off her ass to remind her friend how much she loves her and also that she was so totally down to fuck if the other wanted.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

She knows Naomi knows better than to call her unless there’s something really wrong, so she tries not to miss any.

[rinwannabe]

conye-west‌:

god. if looks could kill, connor would be six feet under already, which arguably sounded better than his current situation. for some reason he could never get on rin’s good side, and that was admittedly a rare problem for him– which made it all the more frustrating. he knew he could be a bit too… overbearing for some people’s taste, but the expression on her face when she realized it was him held an obvious contempt that seemed a bit overkill for simply being annoying.

“uhhh,” he murmured again, resisting the urge to gulp as the elevator began to move downwards. “yeah, you’re right. it was actually just a last minute idea and figured i’d just get it over with,” he explained, as if she would have any interest in why he was there. “so… at least it’s over with,” a shrug and a blink of a thin smile accompanied the words, and suddenly as if on cue, his curse continued on and jinxed his words with a powerful shake of the elevator they were in. the sound of metal clanging loudly grated in his ears as it screeched to a stop, both of his arms flying out to grip the walls as he anxiously tried to comprehend what the fuck just happened. nothing could stop the horrified expression on his face as he looked over towards the other.

…fuuuuuck. this was how he died. his obituary would read “murdered in a broken elevator by an angry goth elf,” and all of his photo options were probably embarrassing. 

Thirty seconds. She could hold out for thirty seconds. Thirty seconds, and he’ll out on his floor. Thirty seconds, and she won’t have to see him for the next seventeen years if she could help it. Thirty seconds, and she could hit her head against Max’s shoulder over and over, wondering aloud if the universe had it out for her. Thirty seconds.

She could hold out for thirty seconds.

Letting out a slow, slow exhale, her gaze raises to lock upon her own, her reflection staring down at her from the ceiling. She lets the silence carry on for a beat, maybe two, as she continues to count down in her head, her spirit lifting ever, ever so slightly as she neared the magic number. Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine---

Her hands flash out to grab hold of a wall as the elevator jerks to a screeching, horrifyingly harsh halt, her knees knocking together as she’s jolted forward. Her eyes are flashing wide in shock as she feels the stillness, as she stares at doors that remain closed, as she struggles to comprehend what the fuck just happened. Her gaze slowly lifts to meet against a pair of anxious eyes alongside her, the realisation slowly, slowly beginning to sink in.

Well.. at least she got her question answered. The universe definitely had it out for her.

Without a word, without another glance in his direction, Rin lurches forward to jam against the open elevator door button, again and again, outrageous promises being made in her mind if only the doors would just open the fuck up. She’ll stop.. She’ll stop cursing. She’ll join a convent. She’ll volunteer in Antarctica. She’ll..She’ll stop hating Connor! She’ll totally stop! She won’t. Shit, no, don’t think like that! What if that was the one thing she had to do and since she won’t, the doors’ll stay closed? She’ll stop hating him! For real, this time!

Where was the emergency button? Why wasn’t it red? Wasn’t the emergency button supposed to be red? Her eyes dart over every single button again and again, checking them over and over for any sort of emergency symbol, for any kind of--

Oh, my God. There was a keyhole. A keyhole. An emergency stop keyhole. That only employees could use. Because employees had emergency elevator keys. Because this was an employee elevator. And they? They weren’t employees. They weren’t employees. Oh, God, they weren’t employees.

“...there’s no emergency button. There’s no emergency button, there’s--”

Her leg kicks up to slam against the buttons in her frustration, the look in her eyes beyond rage. There’s no emergency button. There’s no emergency button. There’s no fucking emergency button.

Fuck.

[rinwannabe]

clrkingrm‌:

it is 7 PM, the sun has set, and he’s fast asleep. 

the rest of his ragtag crew are off being productive members of society (read: stealing the trio’s limited supply of candy while pretending to be doing real work), and the pink house had been established as his solo castle for the evening. wandering around fully naked, watching re-runs of classic spongebob, eating cold chow mein with crappy splintered wooden chopsticks (which rin had taught him how to use, though he’s still utterly abysmal at it). 

truly, living the life of crown royalty. 

and with a belly full of leftover chinese and body full of too much weed, he’d knocked out like a brick the second his body flopped down onto crusty sheets. days off were invented with the sole purpose of lazing around like an idle fool, right? 

he’s only brought forth from this coma by the ringtone blaring from his phone — some random tune from a one-off bizarro game he had played on stream; he’d ripped the mp3 after she went on and on about how neat she found it — and he blinks awake, startled, dried drool streaked across a stubbled cheek. through bleary eyes he scopes the contact photo — her, smile shining like the sun, his jacket around her shoulders, snugly nestled into the coveted corner booth at rosie’s. 

he’s never had the heart to change it. 

(though, really, he’s just never wanted to. that smile doesn’t visit him anymore.) 

the decision to answer is made on the final ring. perks (?) of a slightly stoned and sleep clouded brain: irrationality and awful decision making. 

“oh… uh… yeah, sure, rin,” his voice is groggy, unsure, as he slowly sits up in bed, “what, uh… what do they… look like?” he runs a hand through absolutely unruly bedhead before heaving bare legs out of the comfort of warm blankets, pulling himself up onto freezing cold hardwood. “…tor and riv leave their shit layin’ around everywhere, and i don’t think they’ll like it much if i pawn off their tights.” 

Shit, she woke him up. 

The apology is out of her mouth before she could reconsider it, the sincerity in her tone enough to make her want to fucking vomit. “Didn’t know you were asleep. Fuck, uh..”

Her hand raises to knead against her temples, as though the motion would brush away the cobwebs and get the gears running enough to come up with a response more intelligent than anything beginning with an ‘uh.’ A bad move, it seemed, as her mind restarting only meant a thousand flashes of a sleepy Clark waking up alongside her, a thousand flashes of that groggy tone mumbling sweet nothings as they drifted off to sleep, a thousand flashes of a thousand things with a boy who wasn’t even hers to be thinking about so intensely and--

“They’re just fully black. Tag’s pink. Pretty sure they’re, uh.. I’m pretty sure they might still be on the lamp unless.. Y’know, you moved them.”

God. God, she hated her voice like this. She was so uncertain, she was so hesitant, why was it so hard to talk to him? Oh, God, if she couldn’t even talk to him sober, how the fuck was she supposed to look him in the eye and keep it together for the twenty seconds it’d take to get handed her goddamn tights?

Those fucking tights. She hated those tights, anyway.

“Fuck, y’know-- It’s fine.” What? “If you can’t find it or whatever, it’s okay, like--” What was she, insane? The last thing she needed after this fuckin’ exchange was to get chewed out at work by a man who proudly manages a place called The Shit. “Go back to sleep, forget it.”

[rinwannabe]

conye-west‌:

late christmas shopping was not the smartest move, but then again, connor was never the smartest tool in the shed, in the wise words of smash mouth. the box he’d been hulking around was not that difficult to carry, but after several minutes of carrying it plus attempting to navigate himself towards the escalator, he quickly realized that he was a complete weakling, and of course had waltzed right into the elevator the first chance he got.

thank god– he could finally set the box down and take a breath. wait– scratch that. someone else was quickly running in after him. and unfortunately, he recognized their voice immediately. part of him wanted to keep the box held in front of his face, but it was deceptively heavy. he was feeling particularly cursed in this moment. “uhhh,” moving to set the box down, he hesitantly reached out to press the button she’d asked for, before offering her an awkward smile. “it’s just a giant bear.” he paused, pointing at the box. “in the box, i mean.”

Oh, for the love of candy canes.

She should’ve gotten it from that first, awkward ‘uhhh,’ but, God, did she hope that for some strange, inexplicable reason, the world would look down on her this night and be like, ‘Hey! Let’s cut the bitch some fuckin’ slack for once!’ For Christ’s sake, why not throw Clark down the air vent and have Blue ooze out of the elevator buttons? Have a fuckin’ Christmas party right over Rin’s dead body when she inevitably pries the elevator doors back open to walk right the fuck out on air?

Ah, and there was his face, peeking from around the box and looking more like roadkill than actual fuckin’ roadkill. Was.. Was he smiling? Was he mocking her?

Fuckin’ jackass.

Her head slowly turns back to face towards the front of the elevator once more, her voice low and muffled as she mumbles her thanks. God, and now she was in her head. The bear was for Clark, wasn’t it? He bought the bear for Clark for Christmas, and it was probably one of those stupid holiday bears on sale down at Finnegan’s with the stupid mistletoe between their stupid paws. And he was going to give it to Clark all, ‘Merry Christmas, I’m a homewrecker!’ And Clark’ll be all, ‘Thanks, I’m a jackass!’ And then they’ll makeout and laugh and be happy and, and, and--

“..not smart. Doin’ your Christmas shopping now.”

[rinwannabe]

implses‌:

     ── “hey,” blue called, making a crashing display of his entrance, kicking the door shut behind him sharply enough to snap the sound out into the hallway. he’d yet to entirely correct himself into thinking of the new apartment as his home, habit continuing to steer him towards rin’s when he’d just come off work and wasn’t thinking neatly, and shoving in through the entryway still sometimes felt like trespassing. not that it was particularly difficult to fall into place alongside max, as their antagonism was an easy kind, never too exhausting to keep up with— simply that he was too used to his old building, too used to rin with him there, to have entirely warmed up to max’s. he wasn’t entirely sure if max was home, or if he’d responded to blue’s shouted announcement at all, so he simply steamrolled ahead, annoyance apparent all over him. “you left the door unlocked, dumbass, i didn’t even–”

he stopped flat upon rounding the corner into the living room, rin sitting and waiting on the couch as if it was the most expected place for her to be. logically, blue knew it wasn’t unlikely she’d show up sometime, tied in with max and their band and whatever other knots there were between all of them, he simply hadn’t expected to see her there then. not when he’d just been loud and unworried, making a stampede through the hallway to get a reaction out of max, suddenly thrown off-center with her presence and stumbling to quiet. “hey,” blue repeated, stiller this time, more carefully, “what are you—” he realized only after a moment that his voice hadn’t caught up with him yet, hands spelling the greeting out of instinct, and he cleared his throat before speaking up fully. “—are you waiting for max ?”

@rinwannabe

She hated this.

He was everywhere in this damned apartment, no matter where she turned, no matter where she hid. He was in the walls, he was in the floors, he was in the air surrounding her, choking her with a wistful nostalgia that made her want to retch and curse and tear the world apart. It cut deep into her skin, seeping down into a chest that was closed off by bars and flames, to keep anything more from entering empty-handed only to leave with a souvenir. Wasn’t it bad enough for her to have to kick her boots off in an apartment that was strangled in its silence, to have to wander past a room she never opened but for the very moment her body shut down? Wasn’t it bad enough for her to have to catch only a glimpse of those eyes everytime, before they blatantly shift away to avoid her gaze, a gaze that wasn’t searching to meet his at all?

God, why couldn’t Max have just dragged his lazy ass to hers instead, for once?

A never-ending joke on her part, the nightmare only intensifies as his voice rings out through the apartment, shaking the world around her and replacing what was left of a passable mood to something bitter and resentful. Darkly shadowed eyes flick up to meet against his gaze, Blue’s gaze, and for once be surprised by the unbroken hold between their eyes, by the lack of cowardice.

Subject to change. It was Blue fuckin’ Quintero after all.

Her hands raise to cut off his scramble for a conversation, lips struggling to keep from the frown that would ruin what she hoped was an unbothered, unruffled expression. Cool and careless. Because she couldn’t care less. Could she? “Relax,” she begins, her voice quivering ever so slightly in contrast to the smoothness of her hands, hopefully enough to mask how very uncertain she was about that whole not caring shit from before. “I’ll be out of here as soon as Max gets back. Just go on pretending I don’t exist somewhere else so I can do the same.”

[rinwannabe]

📱(for max!)

What was my muses 5 last sent texts to yours?

[ 3:23 AM ] : can u come pick me up pls[ 3:23 AM ] : pls can u come pls[ 3:24 AM ] : im freakin out max pls answer pls pls pls[ 8:12 AM ] : i made u breakfast[ 8:13 AM ] : n fixed ur shirt sorry x2

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts to yours?

[ DELETED ] : y cant u just live w/ me[ DELETED ] : i fucked up again i fucked up max idk what 2 do[ DELETED ] : i wish i was more lik u[ DELETED ] : idk wtf im doin n it fuckin scares me[ DELETED ] : u scare me

What was my muse’s last snapchat to yours?

cherryrin: u luk good @ this anglecherryrin: maybe u shud stay there more often

What my muse has saved your number as?

baby boy

What contact photo has my muse set for yours?

What ringtone has my muse set for yours?

DIRTY - Trinity

How many times my muse has called yours this week?

A few, to make sure he was awake, to make sure he’s eaten, to make sure he was on his way.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

None, unless she’s with a daddy. In which case, still none, because she’d answer irritably because she told him where she was.

[rinwannabe]

📱

What was my muses 5 last sent texts to yours?

[ 9:23 AM ] : can u covr me 2day[ 9:23 AM ] : theres somethin greasy in my bed n he isnt leavin[ 9:24 AM ] : or can u lik com help me drag him 2 th hallway[ 11:46 PM ] : look worst case ill fingr u @ th bar[ 4:21 AM ] : do u hav my panties

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts to yours?

[ DELETED ] : i cam 2 ur face last night[ DELETED ] : is tht weird no right[ DELETED ] : do u evr touch urself n think of me[ DELETED ] : when do th crystals start fixin my life[ DELETED ] : ill buy th whol fuckin store if it’ll work

What was my muse’s last snapchat to yours?

cherryrin: look lookcherryrin: i fit into ur thingcherryrin: kindacherryrin: what size r u a negative small

What my muse has saved your number as?

crystals

What contact photo has my muse set for yours?

What ringtone has my muse set for yours?

Honey - Kehlani

How many times my muse has called yours this week?

Only a couple, if Isa hadn’t messaged her back or was ignoring her texts.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

While she doesn’t tend to miss any calls, she would miss a couple to get Isa back for ignoring her texts.

[rinwannabe]

📱 !!

What was my muses 5 last sent texts to yours?

[ April 14th, 2018 ] : wut ur jus gonna pretend i dont exist??[ April 14th, 2018 ] : open th fuckin door u fuckin asshole[ April 22nd, 2018 ] : Message deleted.[ June 27th, 2018 ] : tell max im downstairs[ December 11th, 2018 ] : happy birthday

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts to yours?

[ DELETED ] : so much for best friends[ DELETED ] : ur just like camden[ DELETED ] : u don’t fuckin deserve 2 hav ever known me u jackass[ DELETED ] : i hate u i fuckin hate u so much fuck u i hate u[ DELETED ] : y r u doing this 2 me

What was my muse’s last snapchat to yours?

cherryrin: lmao look how long ur legs rcherryrin: long leg boycherryrin: big boy blue

What my muse has saved your number as?

しんじまえ ** Drop dead

What contact photo hasmy muse set for yours?

What ringtone has my muse set for yours?

Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet

How many times my muse has called yours this week?

None ever went through all the way before she hit end call. So, technically zero times.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

If he even called her at all.

[merrymusings]

“Just because I let you go doesn’t mean I wanted to.”

— (via dullhypotheses)

[rinwannabe]

📱

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

[ 6:43 PM ] : i clock in in like fifteen minutes u comin w/ or no[ 6:55 PM ] : can u bring me a jacket 4got mine don’t wanna go upstairs[ 3:22 PM ] : u no i was gonna try out 4 ur band once[ 3:23 PM ] : but then i saw ur face up there n figured they had enuf problems lol[ 3:34 PM ] : i said i was kiddin pls pick up

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts to yours?

[ DELETED ] : u say a lot of shit when ur drunk uno[ DELETED ] : u evr wanna talk like i can listen if u want[ DELETED ] : or if u wanna go punch shit i kno a place where we can punch shit[ DELETED ] : be careful with that leech guy [ DELETED ] : he try shit i break his rich boy neck

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

cherryrin: look who says hicherryrin: he lovs mecherryrin: oh he says he likes me bettercherryrin: srry he made his decision clear ur shit out

What my muse saved your number as?

honeypubes

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

The Pink Panther theme

How many times my muse has called yours this week?

Only whenever he comes in to the bar and leaves hammered. She isn’t the type to say ‘text me when you get home!’ and then forget about it-- She’s gone to his apartment before.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

She only ever misses his calls if he calls when she’s with one of her daddies. Other than that, why the fuck are you calling? We have text messaging, now, moron. Welcome to the future.

[rinwannabe]

@conye-west

God, this mall put the entire town of Dingle to shame.

Rin raises a gloved hand to fiddle with an earbud as she makes her way through the crowds and crowds of bustling, panicking shoppers, rushing to squeeze out whatever last minute holiday shopping they could within the last three minutes of the shops’ opening hours. From the bunch huddled before the bathrooms she could already pick out five from her quaint little town, three from her own building. Was that Mr. Lockhart? That was Mr. Lockhart. Shit, okay, worst time to be in blue lipstick and candy-cane stockings. Keep walkin’, Rin, and maybe he won’t pick you out and decide this was the perfect time to ask where her overdue rent was.

Hell if she knew, Mr. Lockhart. But, hey, if you end up finding it, you let her know!

She slips her phone from her pocket to quickly shoot off a text to a waiting Max, promising the hold-up was, for once, not exactly entirely her fault. After all, it wasn’t entirely her fault that she’d found the twenty crumpled in her pocket about half a minute before the burrito shop closed up, nor was it entirely her fault that the cashier decided today to be the day they closed up on time. Really, just a day full of bad karma, honestly.

One glance towards the escalators was enough to ensure her not to go anywhere near it, unless she decide to finally give in to the universe and end it all right then and there, trampled and abandoned by shoppers who’d probably think her another stair to squish onto. Her eyes drift about for any other way towards the parking lot, a fire escape, something-- Before falling upon the closing doors of a nearby elevator, the employee symbol above it hanging on for dear, dear life.

Hey, she was, like, half a Christmas elf. She definitely qualified for that shit.

Picking up her pace, Rin darts between exhausted families, crying children, crying employees, to slip between the closing doors by the hair on her head, knocking back against the wall with a soft sigh. “Can you hit negative three?” She asks to the only other person in the elevator, a hand raising once more to fiddle with her earbud, to lower the volume as she glances towards them, towards the hulking box held before their face. Jesus Christ. “Y’know, you’re not supposed to take the entire store with you.”

[rinwannabe]

📱

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

[ 2:34 AM ] : u up[ 2:35 AM ] : com over key undr mat[ 12:54 PM ] : sorry didnt mean 2 call[ 1:32 PM ] : hav u eaten[ 1:32 PM ] : nvm

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

[ DELETED ] : y dont u wnat me[ DELETED ] : ur everythin[ DELETED ] : i wish u were dead[ DELETED ] : i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u[ DELETED ] : i lov u so fuckin much

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

cherryrin: sorry wrong person

What my muse saved your number as?

boke

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

How many times my muse has called yours this week?

Once, officially, for her tights. Forty-six, canceled before the call when through.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

The only time she ever missed his calls would be if he even called in the first place.

[rinwannabe]

📱 (from isla <3)

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

[ 7:45 PM ] : comin up now brought vodka[ 9:36 PM ] : where r u there’s a creepy guy talkin 2 me[ 10:43 PM ] : do u hav a condom[ 10:44 PM ] : maybe 2 condoms[ 2:12 AM ] : im hom not dead lov u

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

[ DELETED ] : i stayed @ clark’s again[ DELETED ] : i’d totally fuk u if u’d let me[ DELETED ] : i almost stayed @ clark’s again[ DELETED ] : isla wtf is wrong with me[ DELETED ] : come sit on my face 

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

cherryrin: kinda wanna pretend 2 thro up when i giv it bakcherryrin: or steal th lightrcherryrin: shud i steal itcherryrin: i stole it lmao

What my muse saved your number as?

eyelash

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

Hi Bich - Bhad Bhabie

How many times my muse has called your this week?

Calling is for losers. She texts this bitch nonstop, though.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

Almost none. If Isla’s calling and not facetiming or texting, there’s probably someone dying.

[rinwannabe]

📱

What was my muses 5 last sent texts to yours?

[ 3:54 PM ] : hey r u up[ 3:54 PM ] : i need u 2 b in a snapchat w me[ 3:56 PM ] : wear thos grey joggers n com ovr [ 4:23 PM ] : we still on 4 dinnr right im starvin[ 4:24 PM ] : its on mr lockhart’s wife’s credit card lmao

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts to yours.?

[ DELETED ] : i lov u u fuckin dweeb[ DELETED ] : thanks 4 lettin me crash [ DELETED ] : u evr wanna fuck lmk ok[ DELETED ] : or we can just cuddle or somethin idfk[ DELETED ] : dont leav me

What was my muse’s last snapchat to yours?

cherryrin: wut u thinkcherryrin: meetin mr lockhart 2nitecherryrin: can u c th bear mace

What my muse has saved your number as?

hot dog neck

What contact photo has my muse set for yours?

What ringtone has my muse set for yours?

Pony - Ginuwine

How many times my muse has called yours this week?

She calls him every time she needs him to open his door for her, which is almost every single day.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

Almost none. She only never picks up if she’s with one of her daddies.