* 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 .

𝒔𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚.     

[suttcnfm]

hi  it’s  me  your  least  favorite  (  and  most  favorite  )  person  hailey  back  at  it  again  making  a  bio  that’s  way  too  long  .  this  is  sutton  ,  she’s  my  whimiscal  fairy  child  who’s  endured  a  lot  please  be  gentle  with  her  !!  or  ruin  her  life  !!  whatever  you  want  !!

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊.  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

( elizabeth lail, cisfemale, she/her, pisces, 25 ) i spotted sutton harvey at the beach today. don’t you know them? they live down by the boardwalk and usually hang out with the artists & boho clique. from what i’ve heard, they can be finicky, but they’re also effervescent. i always think of them when i hear fuck it i love you - lana del rey and tend to associate them with mom jeans stained with acrylic paint, the taste of strawberry lemonade, & white cotton sundresses

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒊. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 

sutton elise harvey

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬) 

her mom used to call her ellie

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 

february 22nd

𝐚𝐠𝐞 

twenty - five ( 25 )

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 

five foot eight inches ( 5′ 8″ )

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

female 

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 

she / her

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧(𝐬)

painter and art contributor for sunhollow museum

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞(𝐬) 

english & french

𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 

bisexual & biromantic

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦

elizabeth lail

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜

pisces sun, gemini rising, & aries moon

𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

chaotic neutral 

𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 

enfp-a

𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞

type 4w3 ( the individualist )

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 

sanguine-melancholic

𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 

hufflepuff

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 

how she loves others - acts of service, gift giving, & quality time

how she needs to be loved - quality time & physical touch

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨

cassie ainsworth ( skins )  ,  luna lovegood ( harry potter )  , bubbles ( powerpuff girls ) , claire colburn ( elizabethtown ) , bmo ( adventure time )

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒗. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

triggers  (  these  are  all  the  triggers  as  they  appear  throughout  ,  they  will  be  tagged  accordingly  )  :  death  mention  ,  cancer  and  death  tw  ,  drug  mention  ,  sexual  assault  tw  ,  addiction  tw  ,  drugs  tw  ,  and  drug  mention

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 

the  first  time  warm  brown  eyes  peered  into  her  mothers  a  connection  was  formed  ,  the  eldest  daughter  to  what  would  soon  be  an  expansive  harvey  household  .  this  very  moment  would  be  the  catalyst  of  a  bond  that  formed  sutton  into  who  she  is  ,  though  i  am  getting  ahead  of  myself  .

sutton  harvey  grew  up  in  julian  california  a  town  that  carried  the  suffocating  small  town  feel  of  suburbia  despite  being  mere  minutes  outside of  the  hustle  and  bustle  of  los  angeles  .  though  it  should  be  mentioned  that  she  preferred  the  quiet  stillness  of  a  town  where  she  could  known  by  someone  for  something  .

her  parents  were  an  interesting  pair  .  her  mother  a  free  spirited  enigmatic  young  woman  who  believed  in  healing  through  love  and  nature  ,  and  her  father  a  struggling  mean  -  spirited  business  tycoon  always  looking  for  the  next  thing  he  could  exploit  .  but  despite  their  clashing  personalities  and  seemingly  opposite  morals  ,  they  were  in  love  ,  had  been  since  high  school  ,  and  they  balanced  each  other  out  almost  perfectly  . 

but  as  it  turns  out  almost  perfect  wasn’t  good  enough  for her  father  ,  who  split  when  she  was  eight  ,  leaving  behind  sutton’s  heart  broken  mother  ,  and  five  kids  to  raise  alone  .

the  family  was  hardly  making  a  enough  to  survive  before  the  sudden  departure  of  her  father  ,  and  so  this  left  an  eight  -  year  -  old  sutton  to  step  up  to  the  plate  and  help  her  mother  ,  raising  her  siblings  while  her  mom  tried  to  find  steady  work  .   

as  the  years  went  on  and  her  siblings  had  more  and  more  needs  things  only  got  more  difficult  .  trying  to  provide  for  five  children  on  one  paycheck  isn’t  exactly  the  easiest  thing  that  one  can  do  after  all  .

sutton  prayed  that  she’d  be  graced  with  the  same  mean  streak  that  her  father  had  ,  but  alas  she  was  gentle  at  heart  ,  similar  to  her  mother  an  enigmatic  personality  that  was  hard  to  pin  down  .

while  it  worked  in  her  benefit  with  most  people  ,  it  is  difficult  to  raise  children  without  practical  dreams  ,  something  sutton  had  never  been  a  fan  of  ,  there  were  times  when  this  became  a  point  of  contention  between  her  and  younger  sister  reece  ,  but  for  the  most  part  her  siblings  recognized  how  difficult  a  thing  their  sister  was  doing  .  

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞. 

DEATH MENTION  her  teenage  years  came  much  faster  than  she  anticipated  ,  and  while  life  had  been  mostly  smooth  sailing  in  her  eyes  ,  there  were  things  that  sutton  simply  wasn’t  prepared  for  .  the  loss  of  her  mother  was  one  of  them  .

CANCER & DEATH TW  unbeknownst  to  any  of  her  children ,  behind  the  scenes  sutton’s  mother  had  been  suffering  from  breast  cancer  ,  and  she’d  opted  out  of  getting  treatment  ,  something  they  couldn’t  afford  with  the  minimal  money  she  was  bringing  in  ,  and  instead  she  suffered  in  silence  so  they  would  have  a  chance  at  survival  .

everyone  ,  including  sutton  herself  ,  expected  her  to  break  .  the  bond  that  the  two  had  built  was  immeasurable  and  sutton  had  never  shown  the  ablitiy  to  be  grounded  before  .  her  and  her  mother  were  both  two  enigmas  perfectly  coexisting  ,  and  suddenly  it  was  up  to  sutton  to  figure  out  what  to  do  .

DRUGS & ALCOHOL TW   enter  sutton’s  aunt  ,  claire  ,  who  begrudgingly  left  her  life  in  las  vegas  to  come  and  watch  over  her  nieces  and  nephews  at  the  price  that  she  would  blow  most  of  the  money  the  received  on  drugs  and  alcohol  .

DRUG MENTION  there  wasn’t  a  day  sutton  could  remember  that  she  didn’t  come  home  to  her  aunt  passed  out  with  vodka  bottles  littering  the  floor  or  strung  out  on  coke  with  a  man  sutton  had  never  seen  before  on  their  couch  .

sutton’s  resilience  was  the  only  thing  that  kept  her  going  ,  she  shielded  her  siblings  from  as  much  as  she  could  ,  knowing  that  this  was  the  last  thing  they  needed  to  be  their  reality  ,  and  for  the  most  part  ,  it  worked  .

SEXUAL ASSAULT TW  then  came  another  decimating  blow  ,  on  a  day  like  any  other  sutton’s  aunt  for  once  sober  enough  to  drive  ,  pulled  sutton  out  of  school  early  and  took  her  home  .  and  what  seemed  like  an  out  of  character  behavior  for  aunt  to  exhibit  ,  became  crystal  clear  when  sutton  saw  the  man  waiting  for  her  on  the  couch  .

SEXUAUL ASSAULT TW  this  became  another  habit  of  her  aunt’s  ,  pulling  sutton  out  of  school  in  order  to  use  her  body  to  score  drugs  .  then  bringing  her  back  and  forcing  her  to  act  normal  ,  as  if  things  were  still  totally  fine  .

sutton  put  on  a  brave  face  for  her  siblings  ,  but  was  slowly  cracking  under  the  pressure  of  everything  that  seemed  to  be  perfectly  chipping  away  at  the  person  she  once  was  .

this  is  until  she  met  a  boy  ,  a  musician  with  a  similar  story  to  hers  ,  who  she  completely  connected  with  in  a  way  that  was  rivaled  only  by  her  mother  .  him  and  her  seemed  to  have  the  same  bleeding  wounds  that  could  only  be  healed  by  each  other  .

cue  nights  at  the  beach  ,  swapping  stories  ,  and  endless  road  trips  confined  to  their  little  bubble  of  bliss  .  he  fueled  the  artist  within  her  .  painting  upon  painting  of  the  way  he  made  her  feel  ,  how  his  music  moved  her  ,  for  once  the  world  didn’t  seem  so  cruel  .

but  of  course  ,  the  world  was  determined  to  prove  sutton  harvey  wrong  .  with  a  sudden  disappearance  of  both  her  first  love  and  her  aunt  ,  the  latter  of  which  ran  back  to  vegas  with  her  new  beau  ,  she’d  felt  abandoned  just  as  before  .  and  here  is  where  sutton  harvey  finally  cracked  .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡. 

she  and  her  siblings  moved  in  with  her  father  ,  who  living  a  more  lavish  and  childless  lifestyle  with  his  new  fiancée  in  san  diego  .  the  harvey  siblings  were  yet  again  tasked  with  raising  themselves  .

ADDICTION TW  with  her  siblings  growing  older  ,  and  sutton  having  mounds  of  unprocessed  trauma  ,  and  she  began  to  mix  with  the  wrong  crowd  .  finding  the  numbing  of  substances  felt  better  than  the  hollow  numbness  of  being  abandoned  by  every  person  she’d  ever  loved  .

art  and  school  alike  became  distant  priorities  as  she  spent  her  last  nights  as  a  senior  doing  ecstasy  on  the  beach  and  hooking  up  with  randoms  just  to  feel  alive  again  .

DRUGS TW after  just  barely  graduating  ,  sutton  spent  her  new  found  freedom  getting  high  ,  having  sex  ,  and  wasting  her  life  away  .  struggling  to  find  any  sense  of  self  in  everything  she’d  done  ,  her  entire  life  seemed  to  have  been  lived  for  other  people  .

this  only  made  her  further  spiral  ,  trying  to  convince  herself  that  even  though  this  was  having  a  negative  toll  on  her  ,  at  least  for  once  she  was  living  for  herself  .

DRUG MENTION  this  was  until  while  she  was  coming  down  from  an  immense  high  she  stumbled  upon  a  record  store  where  through  the  window  she  caught  a  small  glimpse  of  her  past  ,  of  the  person  she  used  to  be  ,  the  face  of  the  boy  who’d  up  and  left  all  those  years  ago  .

her  entire  world  seemed  to  collide  with  her  heart  at  that  very  moment  .  for  a  fleeting  moment  she  felt  like  the  girl  she  was  in  high  school  ,  full  of  life  ,  love  ,  and  most  importantly  art  .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

after  this  near  encounter  with  her  past  self  ,  she  worked  heavily  on  getting  sober  .  and  has  now  been  clean  for  five  years  !!

after  her  first  year  of  getting  sober  she  worked  multiple  jobs  to  buy  a  small  studio  apartment  where  she  could  begin  painting  again  ,  and  even  made  strides  to  reconnect  with  her  father  and  her  siblings  whom  she’d  since  distanced  herself  from  .

soon  enough  she  became  an  art  contributor  for  the  local  museum  and  earns  her  income  between  hosting  small  art  galleries  on  the  pier  and  the  aforementioned  art  contributions  .

after  three  years  of  sobriety  ,  more  widely  recognized  art  ,  and  a  proper  relationship  with  her  father  ,  he  gifted  her  a  beach  house  where  she  spends  a  majority  of  her  time  .

what  started  as  one  cat  to  keep  her  company  turned  into  nine  because  if  there’s  one  thing  that  sutton  lacks  it’s  control  .

she  has  fully  embraced  the  person  she  was  and  the  person  she  aims  to  be  .  her  personality  is  a  direct  influence  on  who  her  mother  was  because  if  there’s  anyone  that  sutton  looks  up  into  in  life  ,  it’s  her  .  the  best  way  i  could  describe  her  personality  is  the  embodiment  of  the  quote  ,  “ i  could  never  be  the  main  character  . i  exist  solely  in  the  fevered  imaginations  of  sensitive  writer-directors  to  teach  broodingly  soulful  young  men  to  embrace  life  and  its  infinite  mysteries  .  ”

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒗. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 

lavender

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 

light fog because she likes the scenery it creates

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐲 

dawn,  there’s something pure to her about the stillness of the earth at that time of  day and !! it’s when she gets a lot of her painting done !!

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥(𝐬) 

butterflies and elephants

𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐬

🍒🥺✨😡🌈🦋🤡🥰

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

penelope harvey ; deceased

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

maxwell harvey  ;  alive

𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬)

reece harvey ; sister 

elizabeth harvey ; sister 

wyatt harvey ; brother 

casey harvey ; brother 

𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 

𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

high  school  diploma

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬 

in  order  of  breed  :  poppy  (  scottish  fold  )  ,  milo  (  scottish  fold  )  ,  taz  (  scottish  fold  )  ,  jasper  (  british  shorthair  )  ,  archie  (  british  shorthair  )  ,  sadie  (  british  shorthair  )  ,  ginger  (  maine  coon  )  ,  hunter  (  maine  coon  )  ,  and  felix  (  maine  coon  )

𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬

painting  ,  sketching  ,  learning  languages  ,  reading  ,  photography  ,  writing  ,  sewing  ,  thrifting  ,  playing  instruments  (  mostly  the  guitar  )  ,  and  baking 

𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

a  beach  house  gifted  from  her  father  but  splits  her  time  between  a  studio  apartment  cramped  with  art  and  a  beach  house  filled  with  cats 

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬

has  a  tendency  to  not  sleep  enough  ,  has  occasional  nightmares  ,  and  is  prone  to  frequent  tossing  and  turning  .  but  when  she  does  fall  asleep  ,  it’s  almost  a  guarantee  you  won’t  be  able  to  wake  her  up  .  she’s  an  extremely  heavy  sleeper  . 

𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬

honestly  it’s  a  toss  -  up  she  either  eats  junk  food  for  a  straight  week  and  has  never  seen  a  vegetable  in  her  life  ,  or  she  is  on  a  health  binge  and all  you’re  going  to  find  in  her  house  is  snap  peas  and  baby  carrots  .

𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

sunrises  ,  house  plants  ,  soft  hands  ,  fuzzy  socks  ,  the  color  yellow  , vanilla  scented  candles  ,  soft  lips  ,  rosy  cheeks  ,  strawberries  ,  freshly manicured  nails  ,  over  sweetened  coffee  ,  kiss  marks  on  napkins  ,  dewy  skin  ,  french  words ,  paint  stained  clothing  ,  midnight  conversations  ,  a  sweet tooth  ,  gold  jewelry  , warm  hugs  ,  gentle  voice  , and  dancing  in  the  rain  .

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒗𝒊.  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

uhhhh  so  i  have  wasted  all  my  brain  power  on  this  so  some  suggestions  are  exes  ,  fwbs  ,  unrequited  crushes  ,  skinny  love  ,  slow  burn  ,  a  girl  squad  ,  ride  or  dies  ,  work  friends  or  maybe someone  who  admires  her work  ,  best  friends  ,  fake  relationship  ,  enemies  ,  ex  -  friends  ,  enemies  turned  friends  ,  friends  turned  enemies  ,  good  influence  ,  bad  influence  , old  party  friends  ,  one  night  stand(s)  , ,  neighbors  ,  secret  friends  ,  and  those  are  all  the  suggestions  i  can  come  up  with  at  the  moment  !  feel  free  to  message  me  with  plot  ideas  i  promise  i  will  scream  and  cry  over  .

[suttcnfm]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 ​:

“certainly grew out of those voice cracks, huh?” he lets out a small laugh. he really owed a lot of this to sutton… after his mother passed, she was the only supportive thing left in his life. the only person left who encouraged him with his music, and knew that he could do great things with it. not that it amounted to much… he was still too big of a coward to actually perform in front of others, or do what he really wants. he’s got a whole book of songs, a lot of them dedicated to the girl right in front of him, yet he knows he won’t do anything about them. “what about your art, then? when am i gonna get a personal tour? i always liked the bedroom gallery more than the one you showed others.” he always did the same with her and her art, too – he remembers a personal touch added to the paintings that she would only show him. sure, her paintings that she showed others were pretty amazing, too. but nothing beats that personal addition to her art. and jack got to see it all. her hand on his knee brings him a comfort, one that he hasn’t felt in a while. it’s the first time in a while, when human touch that wasn’t sexual in its nature brought him anything other than discomfort. he softly smiles… she always saw the best in every situation. that was the difference between the two of them. “did things get really hard for you when i left?” he was curious – she only seemed to be giving him vague answers of what she was up to all these years. it made him feel like she just didn’t want to make him feel bad about leaving her behind. 

there’s  something  so  familiar  and  comforting  about  this  moment  ,  no  matter  the  relative  newness  of  it  in  their  ever  -  growing  history  .  “  i  think  i  might’ve  preferred  them  honestly  ,  ”  she  teases  before  letting  out  laughter  of  her  own  .  if  she  was  being  completely  honest  with  herself  ,  something  she’d  forgotten  how  to  do  since  he  left  her  seemingly  eons  ago  ,  hearing  his  voice  in  any  capacity  was  a  beautifully  crafted  melody  ,  swelling  her  emotions  to  a  crescendo  without  anyone  around  to  appreciate  the  harmony  .  “  my  bedroom  is  always  open  to  you  .  ”  the  phrasing  of  her  comment  causes  her  to  blush  profusely  ,  fighting  back  the  innnate  urge  to  bury  her  hands  in  her  face  .  “  what  i  meant  is  the  person  who  inspires  my  art  is  always  welcome  to  see  it  .  ”  she’d  made  it  no  secret  that  he’d  been  her  muse  ,  even  since  they  were  teens  dozens  and  dozens  of  paintings  all  made  possible  by  his  belief  in  her  ,  and ‘ partly  the  glint  in  his  eyes  when  he  looked  at  her  in  a  way  no  else  quite  had  before  .  his  questions  causes  her  throat  to  tighten  ,  “  raising  four  other  kids  was  always  hard  you  know  that  ,  ”  she  tries  to  joke  but  the  remark  falls  flat  ,  “  it  was  hard  being  without  you  .  i  missed  you  ,  and  that  caused  me  to  do  a  lot  of  things  i  regret  .  but  ,  ”  the  discomfort  in  her  face  is  hard  to  miss  ,  digging  up  her  past  made  her  feel  like  a  bad  person  ,  and  no  matter  how  hard  she  tried  to  convince  herself  ,  she’d  never  truly  recovered  from  her  mistakes  .  “  it’s  in  the  past  ,  we  have  each  other  now  ,  right  ?  ” 

[suttcnfm]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 ​:

jack cringes and makes a face as he laughs, as if he didn’t really want to relive those moments – they were embarrassing, or just a memory that he’d rather forget about, “sure, let’s call it sweet – and not embarrassing. i could barely tune my guitar, let alone remember some of the words.”  but he couldn’t bring himself to admit out loud just how many times he laid awake in bed for hours into the night, just replaying the good days in his h ead – and the good days were almost always with her. just as she was an escape for him back then from his father, she still seemed to provide that escape for him. even when they were apart, it was like thinking about getting to see her once again eventually is what kept the thread from breaking some days. “a pessimist? more of a realist, i’d say. i barely made it out of there myself, when i did.” and that was true – he spent a good chunk of his months in san diego moving from town to town because he had no home, and no one to take care of him. he had to take care of himself. he spent every day wishing sutton was by his side. “i really… i really regret not coming back for you, sutton. or maybe… if i stayed a little longer, i don’t know –” 

they  had  seemingly  hundreds  of  stories  together  ,  all  telling  of  the  same  message  :  things  were  simpler  back  then  .  sutton  giggles  at  his  next  comment  with  a  small  shrug  ,  “  but  it  was  still  the  sweetest  thing  someone  had  done  for  me  ,  out  of  tune  guitar  and  voice  cracks  aside  .  ”  what  she  doesn’t  mention  is  the  dozens  of  drawings  and  paintings  ,  past  and  present  ,  that  he  always  seemed  to  be  at  the  forefront  of  ,  stashed  in  the  back  of  her  closet  ,  always  waiting  for  the  perfect  moment  that  slipped  by  ,  or  more  likely  never  came  .  how  ironic  that  the  same  person  who  seemed  to  break  the  thin  string  hold  her  together  ,  had  mended  it  just  as  quickly  with  nothing  more  than  a  glance  .  “  let’s  say  you’re  a  real  pessimist  then  ,  ”  she  quips  despite  knowing  the  truth  to  his  words  ,  aching  at  how  difficult  it  must’ve  been  for  him  alone  .  when  he  speaks  again  ,  she  leans  in  closer  to  rest  her  hand  on  his  knee  ,  “  hey  , don’t  ever  regret  doing  what  was  best  for  you  .  i  survived  jack  .  we  both  did  .  and  we  technically  still  made  it  out  together  ,  that  was  always  the  plan  remember  ?  ”

[suttcnfm]

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐭𝐲 ​:

he wasn’t usually a slow paced type of guy . almost always , he had places to go to and things to do , especially on a weekday like today , but …. he has to stop for a moment and stare at this particular painting . it’s very well crafted , sure , but that’s not exactly why he stopped to get a closer look . marty doesn’t know from where , but he swears on his everything he has he’s seen this guy somewhere . something in his gut is telling him he’s important somehow , but he can’t for the life of him remember where the hell he knows this man from . he’s about to take a step closer when a rather friendly voice interrupts him mid thought . “ yeah , it’s really cool ! love the blend of colors and all , ” he assumes that since she basically just said she randomly paints people , that she actually knew nothing about the guy . after nearly an entire minute , he tears his gaze away from the portrait , finally turning to give her his full attention . “ yeah ? do you get more muse from certain people compared to others ? ” is that hazal’s dad she drew ? this man could not be in town right now , lord forbid it .

sutton  despite  her  busy  schedule  always  seemed  to  take  things  slow  ,  and  there  was  a  method  behind  her  unexplained  madness  .  in  constant  remembrance  of  her  downward  spiral  where  the  entire  world  seemed  to  be  moving  at  lightning  speed  ,  and  all  she  was  left  to  do  was  brace  herself  for  the  ride  ,  one  of  which  ended  with  crashing  and  burning  .  now  ,  she  did  things  at  an  almost  achingly  slow  pace  ,  soaking  in  everything  around  her  ,  allowing  herself  for  once  to  experience  things  the  way  they  should  be  experienced  .  she  breaks  out  in  a  smile  at  the  compliment  ,  eyes  scanning  over  his  features  ,  “  this  particular  painting  took  me  a  while  ,  i  like  getting  the  small  details  of  people’s  expressions  .  ”  sutton  had  always  been  quite  candid  about  her  process  and  her  muses  ,  eyes  constantly  ravaging  the  features  of  anyone  she  came  across  ,  hungry  for  a  new  masterpiece  .  “  i’d  say  the  thing  that  gives  me  the  most  muse  is  people  in  their  element  .  when  people  are  so  caught  up  in  their  current  task  ,  the  outside  world  just  ceases  to  exist  .  ”

[suttcnfm]

𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 ​:

emory now understands the fascination people have watching artists painting in real-time. it’s completely mesmerizing watching the woman in the sundress bring the piece to life. she couldn’t help but observe her way of mixing colors, and the way she would stroke the canvas with her brushes. it only motivated emory to paint more. emory didn’t realize how hard she was gawking until she was approached by the woman. “oh,” she let out a semi-nervous laugh, scratching the back of her head, “ of course! it’s stunning!” she exclaimed, moving in closer for a better angle of the painting. “ i’m not so much of a model. i’m a painter myself!” she said proudly.

sutton’s  entire  world  view  became  fuzzy  during  painting  her  pieces  ,  it  was  amazing  that  she  managed  to  focus  on  the  small  details  enough  to  make  anything  coherent  .  she  observes  the  woman  in  front  of  her  curiously  ,  “  thank  you  !  i’m  making  art  for  my  new  exhibit  for  the  museum  and  the  pier  is  much  more  atmospheric  then  my  studio  apartment  .  ”  she  watches  the  other  observe  the  painting  ,  noting  the  small  details  of  her  face  ,  and  how  the  sparkle  that  appeared  in  her  eyes  when  speaking  of  her  occupation  .  “  really  ?  when  can  i  see  some  of  you  works  ?  ”

[suttcnfm]

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ​:​

hyperaware of her relationship with jack, and the complications that his interest in her would entail, gabe kept a firm distance from sutton, no matter how sweet she was, or how beautiful she looked in this light. he liked to think of himself as a good friend, and so, sutton was simply off limits. “i’d be incredibly flattered if you made me your muse.” gabriel says with a crooked smile, “your work is incredible.” he’s always been a collector of the arts, filling his home with different pieces from new artists he’s discovered over the years on his travels. “you have to keep me updated if you ever get an exhibit.”

sutton  had  heard  about  gabe  mostly  through  jack  and  friends  of  friends  ,  but  for  a  reason  unbeknownst  to  her  they  had  very  limited  interactions  ,  so  she  eagerly  welcomed  this  moment  .  at  his  comment  ,  without  a  second  thought  she  reached  her  hand  to  his  chin  ,  turning  his  head  to  different  angles  ,  “  if  you  stick  around  maybe  i  can  make  that  happen  ,  ”  she  remarks  with  a  grin  .  her  face  flushes  red  at  the  compliment  ,  “  i  actually  contribute  art  to  the  museum  if  that’s  something  you’d  ever  want  to  look  at  ,  but  i  like  to  come  back  to  my  roots  ,  and  sell  things  on  the  pier  .  ”

[suttcnfm]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 ​:

as he sat there and watched her applaud him, her laughter ringing in his ears again making him smile from ear to ear – his mind began to wonder. she gave him  a small feeling of home; the feeling of home that he never seemed to find himself, with his father. it’s a feeling he’s been longing for since he was 14, and a desire that burned even brighter when he left julian to come here. but, did they really still know each other? jack was certain, he’ll never be the same boy he was at 18. sutton felt the same, but perhaps it was just the idealistic naivety in the both of them that made them want to believe they could still make it work. but what if they were just meant to be friends? kindred spirits, but couldn’t make it work with each other otherwise. he wanted to ask, what happened to you since i left you? but he waited. instead, he continued to smile at her, “please, don’t remind me of me singing awful songs to you when i was 16.” he tells her, his head falling slightly. he was hesitant to play for her at first, but it was just so familiar – after all, she’d always been his first audience. he rolls his eyes at her, “well, now you’re just kissin’ ass,” he teases, setting his guitar to the side. he pauses for a moment, taking the time to study the girl sitting in front of him – the girl he knew from home. it was still so surreal to him that she was here, right now. “it feels like a fever dream sometimes that you’re right in front of me,” 

there  is  something  eerily  familiar  about  this  feeling  ,  sitting  here  with  jack  ,  listening  to  him  play  guitar  ,  existing  like  they  were  the  only  two  people  in  the  world  .  living  in  this  moment  felt  just  as  much  like  nostalgia  as  it  did  the  discomfort  of  knowing  she  was  no  longer  the  person  he  remembered  her  to  be  .  it  felt  as  if  she  was  two  different  people  both  coexisting  at  the  same  time  ,  both  with  the  same  insatiable  need  of  the  affections  from  the  man  in  front  of  her  .  something  never  change  she  presumed  ,  or  so  she  hoped  .  their  relationship  had  never  been  anything  more  than  ,  it  had  always  been  just  two  halves  of  the  same  whole  ,  coming  together  to  create  something  beautiful  .  he  held  her  through  all  of  cracked  pieces  and  made  her  feel  like  a  mosaic  .  “  why  not  ?  i  thought  it  was  rather  sweet  ,  well  when  you  could  stay  in  key  through  your  voice  cracks  that  is  .  ”  and  there  it  is  again  ,  that  familiar  feeling  ,  one  she  hadn’t  felt  for  so  long  ,  something  she’d  searched  for  in  so  many  different  things  ---  so  many  different  people  ,  that  seemed  to  be  in  a  surplus  whenever  jack  was  around  .  “  how  do  you  think  i  ever  made  it  out  of  julian  ?  ”  she  joked  despite  the  stinging  pain  of  an  underlying  missed  opportunity  .  “  sounds  like  you  thought  we’d  never  see  each  other  again  .  but   then  again  you’ve  always  been  quite  the  pessimist  .  ”

[aarontaylorjohnson]

THE NOTEBOOK (2006) dir. Nick Cassavetes

[suttcnfm]

this  was  a  typical  sunday  afternoon  for  sutton  ,  setting  up  her  art  on  easels  in  order  to  prepare  the  customers  that  would  come  drifting  through  ,  the  gentle  breeze  from  the  pier  blowing  her  sundress  in  a  dizzying  mess  of  color  .  she  continues  mindlessly  unpacking  her  pieces  ,  almost  unconcerned  with  the  world  buzzing  around  her  ,  this  was  her  usual  state  ,  a  constant  oblivion  to  anything  not  directly  involving  her  .  until  ,  she  takes  note  of  a  presumably  curious  bystander  linger  by  one  of  her  newer  pieces  ,  and  without  a  second  thought  approaches  them  ,  “  do  you  like  it  ?  when  i  go  out  i  like  to  paint  people  ,  it’s  always  my  hope  that  they  might  see  it  some  day  .  ”  she  points  to  the  blank  canvas  down  on  the  further  side  of  the  pier  ,  “  had  you  stood  there  any  longer  you  might’ve  become  my  newest  muse  ,  ”  she  teases  .

@cliquehqstarters​

[suttcnfm]

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐜𝐦𝐛𝐜𝐫𝐬 ​:

“Did you know that there’s actually a word for staring at people who are eating food in hopes that they will share with you? I mean, in retrospect, I get why it’s a clever idea but I can’t understand why anyone would stare when you could just…” Despite her focus being on the phone screen in front of her, Tessa reached out a hand in order to claim an item from their plate, her attention only lifting after she had popped it into her mouth and began chewing. Within seconds, hazel orbs had caught sight of the face and instantly widened, what started as a cocky grin twisting with horror as the brunette nearly choked, coughing in an attempt to clear her airway. “And holy shit, you are not who I thought you were. Please don’t call the cops, I promise I’m…well, I’m like relatively sane. I think people would vouch for that much…I hope. I’m rambling…sorry, that was…fuck, I’m so sorry. Let me buy you a new plate.”

@cliquehqstarters​

sutton  was  mindlessly  sketching  ideas  for  a  new  piece  in  her  notebook  ,  and  although  she  didn’t  recognize  the  voice  speaking  to  her  but  that  didn’t  mean  that  she  needed  to  be  rude  .  and  so  ,  she  kept  her  eyes  fixated  on  her  paper  ,  letting  the  stranger  know  she  was  paying  attention  with  hushed  hms  and  ohs  as  they  spoke  ,  and  it’s  only  until  their  hand  is  reaching  for  plate  that  her  eyes  trail  to  meet  the  other  .  they  widened  in  lieu  of  the  coughing  fit  unfolding  in  front  of  her  ,  “  don’t  worry  !  it’s  okay  ,  you  made  a  honest  mistake  ,  and  besides  it’s  not  like  my  food  is  contaminated  or  anything  .  ”  sutton  remarks  in  complete  dismissal  of  the  events  that  had  just  transpired  ,  growing  up  with  five  other  sibling  sharing  food  was  a  foreign  concept  to  her  .  “  but  i  must  know  do  you  always  sit  and  stare  at  people  you  don’t  know  in  hopes  that  they’ll  share  their  food  with  you  ?  ”  she  teases  .

[suttcnfm]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲-𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠​​:

Bethany sat in the local coffee shop she could claim as her second home: Love You A Latte. Her typical beverage and snack combo was sitting beside her laptop. She was currently typing away furiously, trying to finish one of her many class assignments before its due date. She knew it was late, but she loved the challenge of beating the buzzer, in theory. She was close to finishing her assignment before she saw her life flash before her eyes, the table her drink and snack were sitting on began to shift aggressively. She looked up frantically, the person in front of her under one of her steeling glares. “Dude!” She nearly shouted, her hands grabbing the edge of the table to stabilize it. 

@cliquehqstarters​

It  was  quite  late  for  a  cup  of  coffee  but  Sutton  needed  it  ,  to  help  fuel  for  her  trip  back  to  her  beach  house  .   And  she  wouldn’t  consider  herself  a  relatively  clumsy  person  ,  but  she  couldn’t  manage  to  avoid  the  people  weaving  in  and  out  of  the  coffee  shop  .  Causing  quite  the  commotion  for  the  table  behind  her  ,  something  she  was  only  aware  of  when  she  heard  the  near  shout  for  the  person  behind  her  .  “  Oh  my  god  ,  I  am  so  sorry  !  ”  She  pipped  out  ,  finally  turning  to  face  the  person  .  “  I  hope  I  didn’t  interrupt  ,  some  people  just  have  no  manners  ,  ”  She  comments  in  an  exasperated  before  taking  a  sip  of  her  coffee  .

[suttcnfm]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 ​:

🎧  starter for @suttcnfm​

whenever jack had flashes of memories of his past, it was always in a negative light, and made him feel worse off than anything else. but right now, in the living room of his small apartment, with sutton on his couch as they laughed together, with nothing filling the air other than the sounds of their laughter mixing together and the light strumming of his guitar… it suddenly felt like every good memory that got buried deep under the bad memories started to resurface, and he remembers why he asked her to come here with him in the first place. he’d promised her he’d show her how much better he’d gotten at it, so there they were. he’d just finished playing her his version of a jeff buckley song, and he was hoping to god that he wasn’t blushing (he’d rather die) – he didn’t like playing in front of people. but sutton wasn’t people. “alright, alright – you have to take it easy on me now. you’re getting quite the exclusive show.” and it was true, it was rare for him to play and sing in front of anyone. but she was one of his first to witness him grow into this. “hit me with it. what’d you think?”

sutton  had  always  pushed  away  any  memories  of  her  past  ,  even  the  fondest  were  shrouded  in  a  negative  light  ,  reminders  of  all  that  had  been  broken  ,  and  all  that  she  had  lost  .  but  here  with  the  warm  glow  of  the  sunlight  ,  the  melodic  mixture  of  their  laughter  ,  and  the  gentle  way  he  strums  the  guitar  reminiscent  of  the  nights  that  they  spent  together  ,  the  only  memories  that  matter  are ones  of  jack  .  it  reminds  her  of  the  very  reason  she  was  able  to  sit  here  with  him  today  ,  he  was  lifeboat  in  a  sea  filled  with  rough  waters  .  sitting  here  reminds  her  how  both  nothing  and  everything  has  changed  ,  that  deep  down  they  are  the  same  two  high  school  kids  who  fell  in  love  ,  but  they  had  simultaneously  grown  into  adults  that  didn’t  know  the  first  thing  about  each  other  .  and  in  her  idealistic mind  he  echoes  her  sentiment  by  singing  oh  lover  you  should’ve  come  over  ,  ‘cause  it’s  not  too  late  .  would  it  ever  really  be  too  late  for  them  ?  it’s  a  loaded  question  her  insatiable  heart  wished  he  would  answer  .  as  he  finishes  up  she  lets  out  the  applause  that she’d  held  back  since  the  second  he’d  started  playing  for  her  ,  “  jack  ,  you  and  i  both  know  i  can’t  show  any  favoritism  .  ”  she  comments  feigning  disappointment  .  “  but  i  can  say  that  you’ve  definitely  improved  since  breaking  strings  and  hitting  sour  notes  while  serenading  me  .  ”  the  joke  warrants  a  gentle  smile  to  warm  her  features  .  “  in  all  seriousness  ,  you’re  incredible  jack  ,  you  always  have  been  ,  you’ve  never  once  failed  to  amaze  me  with  your  many  talents  .  ”