DON'T START THINKING

DANCING on the line of a dangerous l o v e you could break me ( o v e r n i g h t ) but there's NO ONE like us i n s a t i a b l y I N S A N E equally e x c h a n g e d DANCING in the light of a C A N Y O N SUN racing { every } wave going NORTH on the o n e the ❝ promises ❞ we make i still haven't changed

[samarasmode]

margaret !

“did you know that they never actually burned accused witches at the stake in the salem witch trials?” boredom led different people to do different things. for maggie, boredom presented in her lying on one of the student resource couches, legs resting against the back pillows, head hanging over the edge, trying to make conversation with the  first person her upside down gaze landed on. maybe it was the blood rush influencing her subject choice, maybe it was just her being her - but regardless, she stuck with it. “we just learned about it. they hung ‘em, and they drowned 'em, but they never burned 'em. that incorrect detail probably came from people confusing salem with the europe witch trials. doesn’t it make you think about how many other details of our history are COMPLETELY wrong- all cause of a mixup?”

samara didn’t care about history unless it was that of fashion. it wasn’t her fault, though-- she had been trained by edna for years. ❝ the easiest way to avoid all of that is to just not listen. it’s done me wonders. ❞ edna had always told her: you’re too pretty to know facts like that. they will get you nowhere. it sure boosted samara’s ego and made it easy to not feel bad about knowing some pretty obvious things from history. ❝ can’t get stressed over mixups if you don’t care, ❞ she finished with a shrug.

[samarasmode]

felicia !

“Is that really necessary? A girl is trying to do work here.”

❝ not sure why you believe your work prioritizes mine, darling. it’s the only space available right now, so if the sewing machine bothers you so much you should probably go. ❞

[samarasmode]

rafaella !

open starter;

“do you think i can balance this on my nose?” ella asked, holding up the spoon she was using to eat her lunch earlier. “i’ve seen people do it. it can’t be hard, right?”

samara didn’t even look up from her magazine as the other spoke. ❝ not sure, darling. never thought about it. guess i’m here for moral support if your attempts fail. ❞ samara only added that last part because she had no interest in getting up from her spot.

[samarasmode]

❝ Oh my god. That was dangerous. I could’ve died. THAT WAS AMAZING! ❞ -- @felicreck

samara scratched the back of her neck as the other seemed incredibly excited over what had just happened. ❝ darling, i-- ❞ she didn’t even know what to say. the other’s reaction to having her sleeve stuck in a sewing machine was the most enthusiastic reaction samara had seen to anything ever. ❝ i guess i’m glad i could help out. ❞

[samarasmode]

❝ They said I had an anger problem, but that’s not true. ❞ -- @bigdbieste

the brunette rolled her eyes as she stood up, following the path her pen had just taken. ❝ is that why you just threw my pen across the room? because it’s not true? ❞

[samarasmode]

❝ You know when your body is like ‘Uh whoa I almost died,’ and you get all hyper because you’re filled with dolphins? ❞ -- @rheawindsor

samara froze over her design as the words escaped the other’s mouth. had she heard that correctly? ❝ darling, how much have you had to drink today? and before the sun goes down? tsk tsk my child. ❞

[samarasmode]

victoria !

victoria had seen and treated several injured people from different kind of accidents and/or disasters. of course, it was something comepletely different when someone actually went througt it, and quiet honestly, she hadn’t been prepared to be in a schools’ fire. thankfully, she had found samara in the middle of all the disaster and didn’t leave her for any reason. finding comfort in her one friend. the other seemingly feeling the same way as she spent more time with each other than apart. “what do i think of this?” she asked with a gentle short laugh, “this is like the fifth colour you show me. i think they all look very beautiful.”

samara groaned as victoria gave yet another vague answer. she was making samara’s job very difficult. while the brunette usually had no problems taking the reins on these types of things, she knew she would be seeing victoria again. if samara made the wrong choice now, she would be reminded of it time and time again. sure it was just nail polish, but as the daughter of the one and only edna mode, she had a reputation to uphold. ❝ okay, okay. if you had to pick ONE colour you liked best, which would it be?? ❞

[samarasmode]

@wolfievic

it had been a few days and things were ( sort of ) starting to settle down after the fire. of course, it was hard to truly settle down from something like that, but the students were trying. and just like during the fire, samara found herself by victoria’s side. the two had gotten closer when they roomed together, so sticking side by side made sense. even though samara had her room in a whole other hall, she preferred being in victoria’s. she was scared to be alone in case another emergency happened. so that’s why samara was going through her tub of nail polish, trying her best to find the perfect color for the other. she picked up a pale pink with the name ballet slippers and held it up to victoria’s skin. ❝ what do you think of this?? ❞

[samarasmode]

now that you and victoria are roomates are you going to tenderly thump her petite posterior?

❝ what the hell are you talking about ? ❞

[samarasmode]

&&. red.

an act of defiance-- that’s what this was. in the few years they’d been together, edna had always told samara there was no time for dating. and before that, calypso was never quite the eye-catcher. she didn’t even care if whoever RED was didn’t show up. she did this for her own selfish reasons, and it was to defy edna. on their monthly call, samara had told edna all about it and edna made sure to make her disapproval for the whole thing known. that only sparked samara’s interest, seeing as she filled out the form immediately after the conversation. so here she was, sipping one of the lounge’s specialty cocktails, as she waited to see if the other would end up coming.

[samarasmode]

What's your opinion on the strangest fashion trends of last year? Clear knee mom jeans, teva uggs, see through jeans, the 'slenderman' jean jacket, the 8-foot-tall scarf?

❝ all i can say is YUCK !! this trend of weird clothing is absolutely abhorrent. you can’t even call them fashion trends. fashion is supposed to make you think. i don’t want to think about these things.  ❞

[samarasmode]

What's your favorite movie? Artist? Song? Food? Makeup brand? Designer? Smell? Book?

❝ bring it on. don’t have a specific one. would you mind. strawberries. fenty beauty. elie saab. lavender. don’t usually read. ❞

[samarasmode]

are you a virgin?

❝ darling, what do you think ? ❞

[samarasmode]

How do you handle getting confused with a living doll?

❝ how do i HANDLE it ? i don’t know, it’s really tough– being compared to things that are arguably too beautiful. let’s just say i’m lucky to sleep easy. ❞

[samarasmode]

are you really a doll thats come back to life?

❝ you must have me confused with hermes carson. ❞

[samarasmode]

alternatively: athena, darius, jensen, jubilee

[samarasmode]

❝ you want me to make DOG BLANKETS ? ❞ it was truly a first for the young girl. but to her, blankets were some of the easiest things to make. of course, she wasn’t in the sewing room designing and creating blankets, but she was the only one in the sewing room at the time. ❝ i guess if you’re really desperate, i can make that work. how many do you need and what sizes ? ❞ @rheawindsor