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“so you know how i never ask you for anything ever right?” she says almost jokingly because the movie they’re watching has since turned to a series of commercials, “i need a big favor, probably the biggest favor i’m ever going to ask from you.” she says nervously grabbing a handful of popcorn, and popping a few kernels in her mouth. “there’s this really important netflix party thing, to celebrate the launch of my new show,” she pauses trying to figure out how to word things, “everyone’s going with someone, i’m pretty sure matty’s bringing sahar or something? and if he wasn’t i’d ask him to be my date, but — ” a heavy sigh passes her lips, “will you be my date to this stupid party thing or not?” — @dclcn

#❝ threads. ❞ ↬ ft declan.#i h8 her

“thank you.” carrie says smiling at the waitress as she’s brought her milkshake, the only reason they’re even here is because while carrie had opted for a romantic dinner, hal decided the most romantic way to spend their anniversary was watching a hockey game. she looks down at her phone, scrolling aimlessly, he’s been fixated on the screen in front of him for what feels like days, although it had only been a mere half hour. hal had learned early on in the relationship that talking to carrie about sports was a lost cause, and she can hear him speaking with the guy sitting next to them at the bar, she spaces out. the only thing she hears next is the groaning coming from both parties, “huh? i’m sorry.” she blurts. and then shrugs at the confused glance hal is giving her, “i heard whining, and i just assumed i need to apologize.” — @hzcleski

#❝ flashback thread ❞ ↬ ft. hal #1. carrie ordering a milkshake at a bar? who is she?#2. i don't even know sis #3. did i make a thread based on a musing you sent me? yeah

“thanks for coming over.” she says before shoveling another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, it was one rare occasions that carrie had friends over. could sahar even be considered her friend? “declan went over to hal’s and it gets kinda lonely here on my own. so, you know feel free to make yourself at home.” carrie says with a small laugh. “i felt like i should probably get to know you better since you and matty are getting closer now.” when she realizes how jealous she sounds she retracts her statement, “and don’t get the wrong idea, matty and i are best friends, but we’re not the sappy trope that’s like ‘let’s fall in love with each other’ but we did kiss once, though that’s a whole other can of worms, i’m just going to stick to eating my cookies and cream ice cream while you tell me about yourself now.” she says another spoonful of ice cream already entering her mouth. — @ofsahars

#♡━━ threads { ft. sahar }#sksksks i don't know what this is either #but hi i love u

“you need sleep in order to properly function, babe. that’s when your body takes the time to fix up the neurotransmitters in your brain. it’s no wonder you’re hitting a writer’s block.” sahar shared, giving a nod of her head, “i’d love to help ! but only if you promise you’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight.”

“matty told me you were smart, but no need to show off.” she comments with a small laugh, “so which sounds better?” she played a chord, “you still can’t look me in the eye, because you’ve been bitten once and now you’re twice as shy, or.” she sang the same words in a different chord, “that one?”

#♡━━ threads { ft. sahar }#skskskkss #that's a big ooft

serena looked up as the other spoke, lifting an eyebrow, she joked, “we talking caffeine pills or just a lot of coffee?” she held up the coffee cup in her hand, “but, either way, can’t say i blame you.” she let out a breath, serena, though able to play the violin quite well, was entirely clueless when it came to writing music, “i can try, but i promise you i will be very little help.” she rested her chin in her hand.

“lots and lots of coffee.” she says with a small laugh, taking a sip from what must have been her fifth cup of coffee today. she lets out a small breath, “it’s just a lot of work, and i just have to make this deadline.” she scribbling in the margin of her songbook now, her mind in too many places at once, “what sounds better?” this.” she sang softly and played a small riff, “or this?” she played another riff in a different chord.

#♡━━ threads { ft. serena }

“i haven’t slept in like four days all because i can’t get the melody to this stupid song, and i need to meet my album deadline.” she lets out a sigh, “i’m convinced the only reason that i’m even awake right now is because i keep dumping caffeine into my body and telling myself i’m thriving. do you think you can help? like tell me which one sounds better?” she says fiddling with her guitar strings.

#it's almost 3 am #so you get this i guess #excessstart

declan’s eyebrows were furrowed as his fingers strummed the chords of the guitar, trying to get the melody of the song down. but his mind was either too occupied or, maybe he didn’t need a guitar for this… maybe it was one of tho- no. his mind was occupied with the thought of carrie. she had been invading his thought’s recently… but he couldn’t complain. they were nice thoughts, things that made him feel warm, and fuzzy, and like there was someone who he could genuinely like in this world. hearing the sound of the door open more, his head looked up and a smile graced his features as he saw her. “hmm?” the brunette hums, head tilting to the side. “awe, carrie, i’d love too.” decla grined, teeth tugging on his lesser.

she looked at him with an awful amount of fondness in her eyes, the kind of look that was too sincere to be for someone who was just her ‘best friend’, and it was probably obvious to everyone except for him of her growing feelings towards him. “are you sure?” she asks with a small smile, her head laying against the frame of the door, “i have reservations, but you look like you’re kinda busy writing a song or something, and i mean i could always cancel and we stay in and order takeout like usual.” although her voice sounds calm her heart is beating in her chest, just say yes, is all that floats around in her head.

#❝ threads. ❞ ↬ ft declan.

ricky is a bad guy. a cigarette hangs loosely from his lips. carrie’s gaze is focused on the sky, but his is focused on the ground. she was too soft to be around someone like him. he glances at her and shakes his head. “no. they stay up there while all this shitty stuff happens down here.”

she runs a hand through her already disheveled hair almost surprised at his statement. “well i think that’s the most selfless thing they can do. throughout all the shitty stuff that happens they’re there, reminding us that there’s something to live for.” she looks at stars one more time before glancing at him, “at least that’s what my mom used to tell me.”

#❝ threads. ❞ ↬ ft ricky.

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dclcn

@simplycarrie

#i jusr saw this right now #aND SIS #I’M CRYIN’#❝ like loving the stars themselves you don’t expect the sunset to admire you back.❞ ↬ declan + carrie

@carriesang: we define love the way we've experienced it

#❝ twitter ❞#carrie honey #whomst hurt you?#also literally any of my characters could've tweeted this sksksk

parker mentioned anchovies solely to see the look on carrie’s face when she inevitably recalled the incident dating back to their boarding school days. just like everything else with them. “it’s like i always say,” he shrugged, “act like a bitch, get slapped with a fish.” in actuality the prank was far more harmless than his comment might have suggested, probably because most of his antics weren’t thought out very well back then. as opposed to now, he realized with a snort. “gross. no way,” he smoothly answered her question about one of his many band shirts, “i don’t even know where it is.” stas probably has it, but parker doesn’t know if he should tell carrie.

carrie rolls her eyes, a trademark movement whenever parker is around, “you were a real asshole back then. nice to see some thing never change huh?” her arms are crossed, but her words aren’t vile, the forever playful tone carrie has obviously highlighted. she lets out a laugh, “and it’s like i always say, karma’s only a bitch if you are.” her arms are still folded, and she’s transported back to their boarding school days of pointless arguments and snide remarks towards one another. things really had never changed between them. “figures.” she says with a small laugh, “so are we going to order pizza or what?”

#woW we love a late sister #sksksks hi #❝ threads. ❞ ↬ ft parker.

icarus couldn’t figure out what to do about carrie. she was so easily to manipulate, because she didn’t think ricky was that bad of a guy. he could sleep with her, sure, but that wasn’t satisfying. she was just…carrie. ricky would have to figure it out later. ricky sober, but there always seemed to be a bit of a buzz to him. he also had that effect on people. icarus’ eyebrows furrow at her words, and his eyes meet the skies. “the stars aren’t pretty,” he says, flicking his cigarette to the ground. “they’re selfish.”

carrie has heard he’s a bad guy, from nearly everyone, including ricky himself but she didn’t care, she believed in the good of everyone, especially people like him. though when he speaks again carrie doesn’t look at him, eyes continuing to be fixated on the twinkling from the stars above, she takes a long drag from her cigarette, “i think the stars might be the only thing on this entire planet that isn’t selfish.” her eyes finally flicker away making their way to his, “don’t you think?”

#❝ threads. ❞ ↬ ft ricky.#skskksks why is carrie like this #i'm sorry 4 her

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simplycarrie

@ofcmattys

#carrie when matty mentions sahar #❝ whatever you do you’re still my best friend. ❞ ↬ matty + carrie

altmode

Easy A, 2010.

#:(((((#this was carrie talking to stas at le rosey #❝ musings ❞ ↬ she never learned how to love in small doses.

would you be so kind: dodie clark. “so if you will, please fall in love. i think it’s only fair. there’s gotta be some butterflies somewhere, wanna share? 'cause I like you, but that’s not enough. so if you will, please fall in love with me.”

a nice long hot shower, that’s what she needed to keep herself from thinking of him. it’s not like things between them were complicated — alright maybe a little, but things were bound to get complicated when you liked your best friend right? carrie had been made aware by her ever growing feelings for declan since the moment they’d moved in together, maybe it was the stolen glances, movie nights, late night runs to target, that stupid smile of his, the way he said her name, or maybe just maybe it was all of it. carrie shuts off the faucet, wrapping a nearby towel around herself securely. she walks down the hall, peeking into his room to see if he’s there. she knocks gently before revealing her frame, “declan?” she calls finding him on the bed. her breath hitches itself in it’s throat, the oxygen around her doing it’s usual magic trick of expelling itself whenever he’s around, “i know it’s kinda last minute, but do you — um want to go to dinner with me?” on a date, are the only words that don’t manage to leave her mouth. // @dclcn

#why? was? this? so? long?#SIS it beats me #but this song came on and i had a lot of feelings alright #❝ threads. ❞ ↬ ft declan.