#azaleapaths

[lonelyfeel]

closed for @azaleapaths​ for stinky slater.

         her glass dropped to the floor. there was an awkward laugh and the entire room filled up with a thick tension --- what the fuck was she thinking. there was an intense feeling of hot blood flowing through her veins, bubbling inside of her and though she managed to give her speech and pull back a laugh, she was fuming as she walked off stage. now, maggie wasn’t an angry woman --- she was more or less a peacekeeper. peace went out the fucking door when slater mentioned her ‘ghost writer’. muttering something to her assistant, maggie glared at slater and then pointed to her and then to door outside. slipping out, she stormed around the building in case someone would see then and then spun around the the other woman. “do you think you’re funny? do you think that you’re going to make up for your lack of personality by being a complete bitch?”

[deliirious]

Jess couldn’t believe something like this could have ever happened. Although she was prone to sleeping around, it had been a few weeks since she’d done anything like that, due to her new relationship with Cheyenne. Still, apparently life had decided it was time to make her the fool. When she’d missed her period, she took a test, thinking it would honestly just come up negative and things would fix themselves in a few days. She’d never considered that the test would show two lines. With shaking hands, she drove immediately to Cheyenne’s place. It hadn’t been that long since they’d gotten together, but they’d been friends for long enough that she couldn’t think of anyone else to tell. As soon as she pulled up, she knocked on the door, wondering if it would be alright to just burst in.

@azaleapaths​

[prcttylittlethings-a]

@harmcomforts​ sent                 ↪  “And since when has that bothered you?" 

Merrick was fuming. 

It was stupid, really; she and Amos had their thing, a fling if you could even call it that at most, which meant that him, flirting with another blonde, at the library where she practically lived - it should have meant nothing. She should have just picked up her books and gone to another floor to work on her paper. Or left it alone entirely, pretending she didn’t even see them. Wave, maybe, and gone back to her studies. 

But that was easier said than done. Because once Merrick was angry, she was livid. If there could have been fire coming out of her ears, there would have been. Instead, she simply stormed across the room - ignoring the librarian who had to dart out of her path before she slammed her textbook down; “you can go now,” she informed the girl - a freshman, probably, cute but smart enough to sense that staying would be a bad decision as she offered a soft smile to Amos and disappeared. 

“You’re never in the library. Why are you here, flaunting other girls at me? Is this because I threatened to go home with the lacrosse guy the other night, because we both know I went home with you. Your - you - stop blatantly picking up other girls in front of me!” 

[sorrybcby]

closed starter for @azaleapaths​

the only time that gwen’s ever seen a dead body before was maybe once. and it hadn’t even been in person - it had been at the age of fifteen when she had been forced to endure one of the most boring and painfully cliche horror films ever. gwen knew one thing - she’d be way smarter than the girls in those movies. but that was just a thought, those movies weren’t real and it was something gwen wouldn’t be a part of. no matter how many times her small town tried to make the place seem scarier than it was. legends of satan worshipers and psychopaths killing innocents was just a stupid town legend to keep tourists around. it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. but someone in the two was definitely intent on making sure all the legends and horror weren’t forgotten and gwen would know firsthand that some stories just might be real after all.

her second time seeing a dead body would be just a couple hours earlier, and this time had been definitely in person. prior to discovering the body of wendy bowen in the back of the store she worked in, gwen had had seriously important plans (curling her hair to absolute perfection required effort) and she had already been tired just dealing with her incredibly annoying co-worker, yvie. so yeah, the last thing she had been expecting was to find the body of a girl practically waiting for the both of them just outside of the store. gwen was a mess once the police had arrived, unable to stop the hysterics from that point on. managing to barely pull herself together in order to answer the many questions they had for both her and yvie, she’s on the verge of tears again after they were both done and free to go home. “i can’t believe she’s dead,” gwen spoke suddenly, turning to look at the one person who had been there with her. it’s ironic seeing as she couldn’t stand yvie in the slightest but who else could she talk with? “i knew her. well, i didn’t really know her but... i mean, it feels like just yesterday whenever she’d always ask me if i needed a pencil back in middle school. and now she’s... gone.” the blonde’s head hurts from all the crying she’s done but she has a feeling she’ll be doing a lot more.

[rosesdieinaweek]

Honey hated that everything had been taking so long. All she wanted to do was try and move on with her life and she just kept getting pulled back into her parents and what they had done. She really knew that she wouldn’t have gotten through it all if it weren’t for having August by her side and the girl had done everything to try and convince herself that she just liked having a friend. It wasn’t true, not at all. That day had been particularly hard, having to testify in court and now she found herself at his place, curled into the corner of his couch. “Thank you. For being there, through everything.” Her voice was quiet as she spoke, “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

@azaleapaths​

[ofroseate]

@azaleapaths​  /  closed starter.

       lifting the weight of her arm she gave her neighbor’s door a light knock     she didn’t want it to be too soft yet she didn’t want to sound as if she was about to break his door down. the prolonged time it took for the door to open left a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach due to the lingering notion that he might not even be at home. she was granted solace when his countenance appeared before her and her lips blossomed with joy. “hey, sorry if i’m disturbing you,” she apologized, hand lifting once more to scratch at her hairline momentarily, “i was just wondering if you knew anything about leaky sinks? or if you knew someone who knew about them. . .?” julie could have just searched up plumber on google but then again there probably was no plumber out there as good looking as him. . .

[refcrmist]

@azaleapaths​ liked ( this ) for a spooky one-liner ( and u can too ) !!

“it’s not real! you need help.”

[collcgiates]

@azaleapaths​ liked for a starter based on one of my favorite movies. this movie? v for vendetta.

‘  your powers of observation continue to serve you well.  ’  the energy ricky currently possesses is unmatched,  the male standing on top of his couch,  aggressively clutching a rolled magazine. ‘ this goddamn fly has overstayed it’s welcome.  i don’t care that it’s freezing outside.  i’m losing it in here!  ’