MIDNIGHT.

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬 — 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 . 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐧 — 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑥, 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 .

[staytvnight]

hey hey ! my names idalis ( she, her ), i’m twenty four and currently living in the est timezone. i’m so excited to bring my children back to interact with you all. making this post so it’s easier to pin on my blog .

MERCY OVALLES, TWENTY-FIVE, WAITRESS — read about her here .

WINTER BALDWIN, TWENTY-SIX, BARTENDER — read about her here .

[staytvnight]

sarah-posen  ​:   𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 .

Location: The park Open: @mapleviewstarters​

If there was one thing that Sarah detested most, it was writing in her home. She felt like the walls were closing in on her and she became claustrophobic. Instead, she preferred the open air, which was why she was situated on a patch of grass, surrounded by battered notebooks and her guitar resting in her lap. She was aware that she looked like a hippy that had transported from the early 60s, but she forced herself not to care. She had her headphones on, listening to the lyrics she had written as she tried to figure out chord progressions. 

Almost as if she had a sixth sense, Sarah felt someone looking at her and her eyes flickered open, sharp blue orbs meeting the other person’s. She let go of the neck of her guitar, letting it drop slightly as she reached to slide her headphones off, resting on her neck. “Can I help you?” she asked, casually reaching to close over her notebooks. “You realise you look like a weirdo, right?” She was one to talk.

           It had never been her intention to stare— not even the slightest— but as she slowly seemed to walk by the woman, the more she’d felt like she’d seen her somewhere. Green hues remained glued to the back of her head, eyes squinting as Mercy tried her hardest to see if she could figure out from where. It was only when those blues eyes met with her own did the recognition dawn on her. Skylar, their night in bed, the woman who came banging through those doors. This woman. Did she remember her? That was immediately first question that dawned upon Mercy as she forced the surprise off her face.

“’M sorry, didn’t mean to stare,” she apologized, a small but friendly smile gracing her features. “Curiosity just got the best of me is all.” One way of putting it.

[staytvnight]

lonclyroad​:

With Thanksgiving coming up, Pax had been working extra shifts at the grocery store, which meant they hadn’t been doing much socializing lately. They had agreed to meet Mercy for coffee once they had gotten off of work. Latte in hand, they take a seat an empty table, waving their friend over once she’s gotten her own drink. “Hey! I’m sorry it’s been a minute, work’s been crazy. How’ve you been?”

@staytvnight​

       “No worries, handsome, I understand.” And Mercy truly did. It was hard to expect anyone to make time for her when she suddenly reappeared out of the blue. Four years had gone by and the brunette was just grateful they weren’t ripping her a new ass. “Heard you got yourself a spot in the mini mart. They really kickin’ your ass that bad?”

[staytvnight]

alanacs​  :   𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱, 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢 .

                        with an index finger tapping against her chin as she tries to make up her mind over what alcoholic  beverage  she should have next, alana takes her  sweet  time as if she has no care in the world — which in retrospect, she  truly  doesn’t.  she’s not paying attention to the line of people beside her that are all waiting to order when she cut it in the first place  (  albeit, it only took a smile at the men to give her a pass ) , too  busy  deciding whenever she should go simple or go new until the bartender’s words catch her attention.                         “   what’s the rush ?  am i too slow ?  “  alana’s tone is dripping with  innocence  (  one she does  not  truly possess ) , eyes wandering over to the line of men with a raised brow only to replied with a lot of shaking heads.  “  see ?  they don’t think so, “  the blonde smiles, returning her focus on the woman across the counter.  “  do you have any suggestions ?  what’s something that’s your special talent to make ?  “  

            Winter Baldwin had half a mind to take whatever she had ready by the bar and dump it above the pretty blonde’s head— the feigned innocence being enough to have her skin crawl. She didn’t know what it was about people with an overbearing sense of confidence that felt as though they could do whatever they please. Not only to skip ahead of a crowd full of patrons who’d been waiting for Winter to attend to them, but to also not even show the smallest bit of remorse for taking her sweet ass time? It bothered Winter. Truly.  But, of course, she didn’t act upon it. Her lack of patience today didn’t seem like a good enough excuse to get herself into any sort of trouble.  

“They don’t think so, but I do. Baby, you’re runnin’ on my time and if you ain’t got an order ready then don’t call me. I’m actually interested in makin’ money tonight.” There’s a sarcastic smirk that makes it’s presence known upon her features, but it was a flash. Her expression immediately jumping back to reflect the annoyance she felt. “You got about two seconds to make up your mind before I move on to someone else and the next time you call me over, be sure you’re ready.” 

[staytvnight]

oriiginalsiiner​  :   𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 , 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘰 .

      𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓   ——-  per usual    ,    she was doing        something bad (   or something that rocco thought was bad   )  that was tarnishing their name    . out of all his      siblings     ,     him and rebekah were      the closest     ,   maybe it was      the fact that she had been adopted just like him       or        maybe because she     was the only girl    .    his fingertips are     tapping the bar until her      voice drags     him out ❝    right   ,      sorry about  that .  ❞     he was so deep in      his mind that    he     didn’t even hear     her thoroughly      ❝     can i have      a winston      cocktail     black label if not      the blue is quite fine    .    ❞      he slides his    hand inside      his jacket and pulls      out his wallet       sliding a     $100 dollar      bill     across to her     ,        as a pardon     for taking     too much time    ❝     i’m sorry for the wait      .  ❞

          “Mhm,” was the only audible sound that slipped past her lips, annoyance visibly present at the same time before stepping off to the side and getting his drink together. Her brown hues hadn’t even fully noticed the dollar amount sliding in her direction. “Sorry, darlin’, but a money isn’t gonna get my time back,” she said with an eye roll, the glass in her grasp being exchanged with the bill. “Thanks for it, though. Only next time, I hope you have the right mind to have an order ready before askin’ for anyone’s attention.”

[staytvnight]

mcttie​  :   𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦 .

              MATTIE  SCANNED  THE  BOTTLES  OF  LIQUOR  LINED  UP  behind  the  woman,  eyebrows  furrowing  as  she  began  to  speak  to  her.  the  bar  was  packed  but  it’s  not  like  that  was  her  fault.  “ just  A  sec… ”  she  nodded,  not  caring  if  her  purposely  waiting  to  give  her  order  would  annoy  her  further,  “ tequila  on  the  rocks,  please. ”  she  began,  redirecting  her  attention  to  her,  “ hmm, casamigos. i finally saw it ! ”  she  smiled.

         If there was one thing Winter never seemed to fully grasp, it was the concept of patience. Even if the line of patrons waiting to order hadn’t been long, she still would’ve responded in the same way. With a exaggerated sigh, the brunette merely muttered the word, “Finally” before heading off to put together the blonde’s drink. “Took you that long just to come up with tequila? And the worst one of it all?” She questioned, but managed to put on her best smile; pretending as though she hadn’t been annoyed to begin with. “Next time, go with Patron. It’ll be worth it.”

[kthrynhahn]

Coyote Ugly (2000) dir. David McNally

[elena-gilbert]

ultimate elena gilbert meme → elena gilbert in every episode:

2.14 Crying Wolf

↳ “I know the deal I made, Stefan. Elijah’s very careful with his words. He promised to protect my friends. He never said a word about me. […] If it comes down to the people that I love getting killed or me, I know what my choice is gonna be.”

[merrittrps]

PRISCILLA QUINTANA └ Making a Portrait - Priscilla Quintana

Season 01 • Episode 01

[staytvnight]

location: the mixing house  with : @mapleviewstarters​ — open.

          Being understaffed during a weekend shift was a recipe for disaster and this weekend? Seemed as though the entire town was caged within the bar’s four walls, never giving the brunette a chance to really stop and take a breater. And what also didn’t seem to help the chaos? Being forced to stand in front of someone that still hadn’t made up their mind, but felt the need to call her attention.  “Not trynna be a bitch or anythin’–” Not that she truly cared if she was– “But do you plan on pickin’ somethin’ anytime soon? I got a bar full of people waitin’ to order and unless entertainin’ your indecisiveness is a payin’ gig, I’m gonna need you to decide quickly.”

[staytvnight]

maevedarliing​  :   𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘷𝘦 .

location: the pasty place

open: @mapleviewstarters​

One of Maeve Darling’s hands was flipping through the journal she kept all her notes for the tech crew in - if only she could read her own handwriting … - and the other was lifting a raspberry cream pastry into her mouth. Despite the fact that she was already eating one, she had another on a plate in front of her, ready for when she was finished with the first. One of the few upsides of having cystic fibrosis was having a super fast metabolism, which explained why the barely ninety pound girl could eat everything in the world without gaining weight. She had just placed the pastry down when she heard the voice of another ask her a question, and she quickly gulped down the bite in her mouth before answering. “No - that seat’s not taken.” She felt the others’ eyes on the two pastries in front of her, and felt the need to explain. “I’m not waiting on anyone. I just have two pastries to eat,” she laughed awkwardly, running a hand through her hair self-consciously.

          Mercy was typically never the one to have a sweet tooth too often, but when the urges came through, she engulfed herself in it. Usually her cravings were for a piece of chocolate, maybe a couple pieces of sour candy, but today? The only thing that seemed to keep repeating in her mind was that damn chocolate croissant at the pastry place. Stepping inside the establishment made it fairly clear that she wasn’t the only one who had felt the same way. It was crowded and the lack of seats made it fairly obvious that the brunette wasn’t going to find herself a solo seat. 

Green hues taking sight of what could be an empty seat, the brunette immediately made her way in that direction. “Is this seat taken?” Mercy questioned with a soft smile and perk of a single brow, a soft chuckle leaving her lips as the other answered her. “Oh, no worries. I got two of my own as well, so I ain’t judgin’ you at all. Thank you,” she said, pulling out the chair and claiming the spot. “-You keepin’ yourself busy?” Chin jotting towards the notebook that was in the other’s grasp before slowly taking out her own pastry.

[staytvnight]

abramsrobin​  :    𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘴 , 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 .

There isn’t a lot that he looks forward to, come the holidays, but the rapidly changing holiday cheer in town does have him reacting to it albeit subconsciously. In spite of his upbringing, Robin himself had never felt particularly close to religion, or any religious activities, no matter how much he respected those that celebrated them. If anything, he relies on the practice of gift-giving - even if he’s never been the best at them - to show others with some little bit of joy in the coldest month of their year. An opportunity to be giving more unto charity, unto others.

Thus, he’s not entirely sure what possesses him to try on the red hat with characteristic white puffball on the tip, other than some moment of insanity. “Oh, this – I just… I wouldn’t know where to begin,” he excused himself, shoulders turning inwards, as though it was such an easy feat to hide his frame. “I might as well buy it. Put it on the stairs for decoration. Wouldn’t it look good that way?” Unsure as to whether he was trying to convince himself or the person standing just nearby on the shop.

@mapleviewstarters​

         The holiday spirit was never something Winter Baldwin ever got in the immersed in and her apartment was a clear indicator of such. No lights, no garlands, no tree—hell, not even a wreath hanging from her door. In the eyes of others, it must’ve been a rather sad thing to look at but when it came to the brunette? She didn’t have a reason to celebrate, so why waste her money on pretending she did? Her current trip to the store was merely to occupy one of her others friends as they gathered their own little decorations, so, naturally, Winter was standing off to the side with her attention glued to her cellphone. 

Hearing the familiar sound of Robin Abram’s voice ringing in her ears, her dark eyes immediately perked up. “Just keepin’ it on the stairs seems like a waste if you ask me,” she pointed out with an amused grin, “Why don’t you get a beard to match and be this years Santa Claus? I think you could do it.” 

[maddyperiez]

carmen, lana del rey.

[chewbacca]

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU (1999) dir. Gil Junger

[staytvnight]

i mean, of course i had to bring my baby back ! a lot of muse and inspiration hit me while i was away and i’ve never been more excited to have her again. nothing about her has really changed aside from her age. rather than being gone five years, she was gone for four. 

『 priscilla quintana. twenty five. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that MERCY OVALLES from CHESTNUT DRIVE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -SECRETIVE & -SELF CRITICAL . i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool WAITRESS and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +HARD WORKING & +OUTGOING . i hope i see them around again! — @mapleviewstarters​

trigger warnings : drunk driving, car accident, death, violence, alcoholism, death.

PAST

Mercy Ovalles was born and raised in this town by her single mother, Avery, and an older brother named Robert ( Bobby ) . Their father has left the family when Mercy was only three years old and hadn’t been heard of since.

Bobby was two years older than mercy.

Growing up, Bobby had always been known for being the popular kid in school and around town. Everyone knew who he was and typically never had anything bad to say about him. He was the type to get along with just about everyone and hardly ever stuck to a single clique. Mercy, on the other hand, was almost the exact opposite.

She’d prefer to stick to her own little circle and preferred to stay out of the social spotlight. she was content with her own friend group.

The two siblings were thick as thieves and as close as two siblings could be. In fact, their small family were always close. They were one big happy family and despite only having each other, they were content with that.  Their bond was strong and nothing could ever change that.

When it came time for bobby to go to college, everyone had assumed that he’d choose to stay in town and go to the town’s well - known college; even mercy had assumed for that to be the case. Never did the thought of her brother leaving cross her mind, but when he chose to go to UCLA; her world crumbled. They had never been so far apart before. But even still, she had accepted the choice and wanted nothing but for her brother to be happy.

The first two semesters without her brother was hard, but she got through it. They faced timed whenever possible and Mercy was just happy to see her brother living his life in the way he wanted to.

When bobby returned home for winter break, it was the happiest thing ever. He told endless stories about his adventures in California. Bobby soon began expressing his wishes of wanting mercy to get out of their small town and wanted his own sister to experience it for herself. there was a whole world outside of Mapleview and the last thing he wanted was for Mercy to spend her life here.

During his time back home, Mercy was seventeen years old and her brother nineteen. his friends had put together a welcome home party and begged Mercy to go out with him. That night, a lot of them had been drinking and for whatever reason, it had Bobby who decided to be the one to drive them all home– swearing he was sober enough to to drive. One of the worst mistakes Mercy could’ve made that night.

On their way home, their car had hit another and Bobby lost complete control of the vehicle. They swerved around and eventually, the car flipped over. None of them had been wearing a seatbelt that night, so the two friends in the backseat died on impact and both Bobby and Mercy were ejected from the vehicle.

Mercy survived the whole incident, having only sustained a broken arms, concussion as well as cuts and bruises. Bobby had been alive up until arriving at the hospital– where he passed away during surgery.

Above is what she told the police, but it had actually been her who had been driving. Before passing out, her brother begged her to tell the police that it’d been him driving, not her. Him preferring to take the fall as opposed to his younger sister.

After that night, Mercy’s mother no longer seemed to be a mother anymore. Just an empty vessel that wandered within their home. For a while, Mercy understood; she was going through her own struggles losing her brother the way she had. She blamed herself for what happened. But as time went on, her mother seemed to look more towards booze as her comfort. The bottles becoming her shoulder to lean on which ultimately left Mercy to take care of herself.

Their relationship turned almost non-existent. Her mother always shouting at Mercy, blaming her for the loss of her child and said whatever she could to hurt her own daughter; wanting her child to feel as bad as she had.

Outside of the home, Mercy pretended everything was okay even when the world around her knew it wasn’t. Anyone with a pair of eyes could seem the changes that happened with her mom. The only time anyone had ever seen her mom was when she was going to liquor stores. Any other chores were left in the hands of her daughter, but the girl never said anything. Refusing to allow the world to take anymore pity on her than they already had.

But that’s not to say that Mercy had always been the same girl she was before, she changed. The girl rebelled, seemingly getting herself into more trouble than she ever had. Though, most people seemed to excuse it considering all the trauma she had gone through; which wasn’t what Mercy wanted. Even though she hadn’t realized it at the time, it was a cry for help. She was losing herself and didn’t seem to have anyone to rely on.

At the age of twenty-one, Mercy had grown fed up. One night coming home and seeing her home covered in nothing but empty liquor bottles and her mother yelling at her for something stupid, the woman couldn’t take it anymore. It was the first time in four years were the girl finally stood up for herself and wound up getting into a heated argument. It was a screaming match and anyone within a mile radius would’ve been able to hear it. Awful words were thrown around both parties and before Mercy knew it, her mother’s hand struck her face– that being the final straw.

It was the night where she packed her clothes, whatever money she had saved up and left. Mercy didn’t say a word to anyone and disappeared. Never to be heard from again.

PRESENT

Her mother’s passing is the only reason she’s back home. Being the only family member the woman had left, all the responsibility seemed to be on Mercy’s shoulder. Taking what little money she did have, the woman booked the first flight she could to North Carolina.

Mercy’s main focus is getting everything settled around the town before picking up to leave again; selling her mother’s house seeming to be the main priority. The last thing she ever wants to do is stay in Mapleview for too long. Not wanting to be surrounded by all the bad memories.

She’s not apologetic for leaving the way she did– not at all. She’s sorry for how everyone felt when she left. If an opportunity came to go back in time and do things differently, she wouldn’t.

Has only been in town for about two weeks and is currently working as a waitress. She’s using the money to pay back all the bills her mother was behind on and then she’s going to sell the house, pack up her things again and leave. She doesn’t know when that is, but she’s praying that it’s sooner rather than later.

[staytvnight]

not me saying i’m going to bed to only post both of their intros anyway. UM ANYWAY, winter is a baby that i’m bringing back from the dead ! it’s been forever since i last played her, so i’m definitely excited to bring her to mapleview. i apologize in advanced for her. 

『 nina dobrev. twenty six. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that WINTER BALDWIN from MAIN STREET i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -BLUNT & -EXPLOSIVE. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool BARTENDER and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +STRONG-WILLED & +INDEPENDENT . i hope i see them around again!  — @mapleviewstarters​

trigger warnings: drunk driving, car accident, death.

Born and raised in this very small town of Mapleview, it’s no surprise to see her wanting to get out and go somewhere that was different from the town she was raised in. She’s always wanted to go anywhere that was big, a city, but always felt like she was stuck. The fear of leaving behind the only place Winter’s ever called home, the familiar faces she’s grown up with… it’s hard for her to take the first step. 

She grew up as an only child to a single mom who worked two jobs just to keep a roof over their head. A waitress by day, bartender by night. Winter Baldwin hardly ever saw her mother, but never grew to be resentful of it. Even as a child, the girl knew it was with good reasoning and no matter how distant she felt, her mother was doing what she had to in order to support them. It wasn’t something that could be complained about.

Things were good with them until the child reached the age of ten, losing her mother due to a drunk driver. Someone who had a little too much to drink hadn’t been in the right mind to drive, but decided to do it anyway. While her mom was on her way home from her night shift as a waitress, she’d gotten hit by the car as she was crossing the street. 

At the same time, Winter was walking home from an impromptu ice cream trip with her babysitter and unfortunately, had to witness it happen. She went from smiles to seeing her mom across to the street to ear piercing screams and cries for the lifeless body on the ground that rested on the ground.

From that moment on, everything about the Baldwin girl changed. She was forced to move in with a close friend of her mom’s because no one else had the ‘time’, ‘space’ or ‘money’ to take care of another Baldwin— which was complete bullshit. Her whole opinion on ‘family’ changed after that. She doesn’t believe in the term anymore and pretends as though she doesn’t have one. They weren’t there for her when she needed them so how could you ever call that a family?

In school, she completely acted out. Anyone who dared to get on her bad side realized the repercussions of it. Being a ball full of anger, the second someone pissed her off, she’d fight. Not just with words, but physically as well. She was no stranger to throwing the first punch when she was angry enough. Because of this, she found herself in a lot of trouble throughout the years. For a while, teachers brushed it off but the longer it went on, the less understanding they were.  Winter had gotten suspended a lot and it didn’t take long for word to get around that she wasn’t the nice girl she used to be. Parents strongly encouraging their own kids to not be around her. 

By the time she was eighteen, she gained access to her mother’s life insurance– that really being the only thing her mother could leave her.The family she’d been staying with also got her own apartment, knowing that the only thing she truly wanted was to be alone. In her own little safe haven. It brought hopes to those around Winter that she would have the time to really think about her mom, be able to mourn the memories without the watchful eyes of others; especially since she hadn’t cried since the night of the accident. Alongside that, they also had a large box full of her mother’s things.. photos, clothes, jewelry. As much as they could get before donating the rest of it. They really hoped it would do some good for her. Only, Winter had other plans. The way she coped with the loss was by trying to wipe the woman from her memories completely, not wanting to be reminded of the heartbreak that followed. Not wanting to constantly be reminded that she was part of the reason her mother was no longer around. That box had been locked away in the back of her closet. Out of sight, out of mind.

RANDOM TIDBITS. 

Winter refuses to talk about her mom and if anyone mentions her, the girl instantly closes off– basically shutting down entirely. It’s been SIXTEEN years and she still hasn’t come to terms with it. She won’t. 

Despite it all, the girl tries to be a decent person. She attempts to be friendly, tries to socialize with any and everyone. Her loyalty runs thick and she’ll always have her friends back regardless of what the situation was.

Books have always been Winter’s escape from reality. From the day she learned how, the only thing she ever seemed to do was read. Fiction novels, mostly. Something that she can emerge herself in, not having to really think about much else aside from the story being told. When she’s not working, or partying, you’ll find her sitting alone with a book covering her face. 

Winter’s only downfall would be how she avoids anything that makes her uncomfortable or feels a way that she doesn’t want. Any type of altercation or unwelcome feelings get drowned away by the comforts of alcohol. Meaning, she is a partier. Any excuse is a good excuse for the woman to go out and get black out drunk because when she drinks, she drinks to forget. 

[fxtality-archive]