#17goiingunder

[komunion]

"situps are a terrible way to end your day."

@17goiingunder starter call.

[waitlonger]

@17goiingunder​ rsvp’d,   “Hang on a second. You’re… you’re not my wife.”

with a shake of her head, dolores laughs in refute,   “no, i’m not,”   she presses one hand over her chest.   “i suppose i’ve just stolen her face. i’m sorry for the confusion.”  

[pinkxgore-moved]

@17goiingunder plotted starter

It was a night like every other night in Kiran's life. She was working on the floor of the Afterlife Strip Club. Thankfully, it wasn't a waitressing night tonight and she was purely doing dances. Even if it was an absolute drag to stay on her feet for the night, it was a good night for getting tips. That was all she could depend on to get her through the night. There wasn't much else. It wasn't what she wanted to be doing and she hated the clients with a burning passion.

All she wanted was something to get her out of this life. She needed to get away from doing this. If only something or someone came along and helped Ki

It was a bustling Saturday night. She was guarenteed to get good tips tonight providing she paid her cards right. It was later on that someone she was working with alerted her to someone who had entered the club. A young man, some sports star she recognises the name of even if she doesn't know anything about that, but what is more interesting to her is that he's famous.

and rich.

Kiran told her collegue that she would be on it. She forgot about the client she was seeing to approach the young man.

“Hey cutie...” She was sure to put on her fake deminor she put on with almost everyone. The one that hid how messed up she actually was, “Do you wanna drink with me?”

[fantasmaz]

“ this whole cynical thing is just an act so that you can seem wounded and mysterious and sexy. ”       -       @17goiingunder

a slow turn                   a few moments to process his terrible observation, enough time to decide whether or not she wants to go home with another felony under her belt. the concept of murder seems so fun, all of a sudden. eyelid twitches. hardly contained rage. fingertips dig into her arms, leather pulling taught underneath. she’s never been religious. she’s never been one to pray. but now she’s begging every god out there for two things : to shut dave up, and for the strength to not kill him. the image of her fists around his throat seems so, so pretty now. it’s so easy. he’s all sports tape and cashmere anyways. frida seems him all curled up in fetal position                   an easy hit, an easy kill. but does she risk bruising god’s favorite little tennis player   ?   does she risk the check   ?             it almost comes out of nowhere. the sound of skin to skin                   a backhand striking across that aforementioned pretty face, regardless of the consequences. ‘ maybe you wouldn’t talk shit if you didn’t want to get hit. ’ a finger points, her face about two inches from his, her voice a half step away from being a snarl   :   “       if you wanna see wounded, keep running your mouth. keep fuckin’ talkin’. i’ll show you fuckin’ wounded.       ”

[lenorest]

@17goiingunder​            "how bad could the article have been, dave?”   actually, shelly can imagine   —   she knows the type, the seedy magazine that lines every grocery store checkout line. shelly’s made herself this promise: no matter how hurt her wallet is, she is never going to take a job for those people. she may as well sell her soul.   “everyone knows those magazines just lie. no one will believe them.”

[daughterats]

@17goiingunder​ wrote,      My mom’s a bitch!

now, emily will never go so far as to call her mama a bitch ... partially because she will never, ever see the light of another day after doing so. that, and   —   the word’s too harsh, too vulgar and unloving towards a woman she can’t imagine herself living without. there is one thing that emily will agree on, however:   

“ugh, moms can be the worst! mine's so ...   —   overbearing,”   she drops her voice, lest her mother magically pop out from around the corner. her eyes dart side to side, just in case she’s caught spewing this lukewarm critique.   “what did your mom do?”

[caspercutaaa]

“you know what my favorite part of tennis is, @17goiingunder?”   bubblegum lips twitch slyly; it’s a look just so ... quintessentially tatum.   “the shorts.”   her smirk grows, before she pops her heart-shaped sucker back in her mouth. 

[hcnted]

           ‘ chris says you’re on the telly ! are you a news man ? or on one of those game shows ? ’

@17goiingunder​