#blueras

[shinemadea]

@blueras​  |  sc

        “  -----  what’s  the  catch  ?  “

[pehters]

( @blueras​ ) « that thing we were talking about :) 

               THEY’D GONE LATE in the night and into the early morning just... holding each other, all of them. But eventually, even the adrenaline rush of playing the Orpheum and saving three hopeless ghosts had worn off for Julie and she’d fallen asleep. And Luke had relished in the ability to pick her up and carry her inside. Alex had said he wanted to find Willie, and after a warning to stay away from the Club from Reggie, he’d left. 

First, he got himself out of the horrific clothes Caleb had put them in. They were fine, he supposed, but they weren’t him. He guessed he had to be grateful that apparently his clothes were tied to him, because when he closed his eyes and asked the universe to please give him his pants back, they appeared, same as their instruments. He slowly changed, feeling almost alive again. 

And then, he’d disappeared from the garage himself, going straight to a very special house. 

He stopped in the entryway where she’d set up the small little bell earring as his ghost knock, and he smiled. Feeling stronger than he had since they died, he easily picked up the little bauble and gave it a little ring, breaking the silence of the night. 

“Ro? Hey, Ro,” he called out softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Ro. You awake?” 

[kayndie]

RO SAID:   at the risk of failing the Bechdel test, you are 1000% obligated to tell me, your best friend and unofficial wingwoman, if you're catching feelings for Phantom Fonzie.     /      @blueras  +  @kindofvertigo

     ❛   oh my god ,   you’re  such  a sneak .     i knew you didn’t follow me in here to help with refills ,   ❜         kayla  keeps  a  pointedly  quicker  pace  than  ro  as  she  rounds  the  kitchen  island,   her  and  tanya’s  nearly  -  empty  candy  bowls  hugged  tight  to  her  chest.      her  eyes  fall  absolutely   anywhere   other  than  in  ro’s  direction,   scanning  the  room  for  whatever  candy  bags  she  can  get  her  hands  on.     for  once,   she  doesn’t  care  about  color  -  coding  the  treats    ;    she  just  wants  to  get  out  of  here  and  back  to  the  safety  of  the  couch  where   (  she  hopes  )    the  girls  won’t  try  anything  in  front  of  their  guest.     ro,  at  the  very  least,   had  the  decency  to  wait  until  they  were  out  of  earshot,    but  the  same  can’t  be  said  for  the  others. 

     she  curses  herself  for  immediately  jumping  back  to  play   DEFENSE.       the  erratic  way  she  shakes  the  bag  of  tootsie  -  pops  over  her  bowl  must  only  add  to  her  best  friend’s  suspicion,   to  the  many  theories  she’s  probably  been  dreaming  up  since  the  night  began.     what  kayla  wants  to  say  is  that  she  doesn’t  appreciate  being  dive  -  bombed  repeatedly  like  this.     perhaps  if  she  had   known   reggie  was  coming  tonight,   she  would  have  been  better  -  equipped  to  handle  the  situation.      but,  as  she  would  say  if  the  tables  were  turned  :   where’s  the  fun  in  that  ?

     her  cheeks  must  be  an  absolutely  stupid  shade  of  pink  right  now.     the  question  is  too  nuanced  for  her  to  try  to  worm  her  way  out  with  a  simple    YEAH,  HE’S TOTALLY CUTE,    which  is  easily  admittable  -  or  -  whatever  because  it’s  just  a  fact.       saying  she’s   catching  feelings   or  whatever  dreamy  way  ro  had  put  it  is  a  bit  bigger  a  move  across  the  game  board  she  finds  herself  poised  on.      isn’t  it  like,   totally  against  girl  code  to  like  him  if  he’s  in  their  rival  band  ?      and  isn’t  it  like,   technically  a  best  friend  sin  if  she  admits  that  when  carrie  isn’t  around  to  make  her  regret  it  ?     

     oh  my  god,    they’ve  been  sort  -  of  flirting  all  night,   haven’t  they ?      she’s  never  gonna  fucking  hear  the  end  of  this. 

    ❛    —   it’s  totally  not  at  that  level  yet.       it’s  like   -   like  when  tanya  tries  to  make  sure  cal  is  watching  her  when  she  puts  on  her  lip  gloss,    like  that  level.   ❜         god  damn  ro  for  being  the  certified   cute  one   in  their  group   ;    she  can’t  lie  to  those  big,   doe  eyes.      kayla  groans  as  she  shoves  the  bag  of  candy  aside  and  prematurely  begins  to  unwrap  a  tootsie  -  pop  to  wash  down  her  foot.      her  next  point  is  punctuated  with  a  shrug  and  a  pop!       ❛   plus,   because  you  guys  are  bitches  and  didn’t  warn  me,   he  saw  me  with  my    black  lagoon  monster    facemask  on,    which  is  totally  gross  and  not  a  good  real  first  impression  at  all.       i  wouldn’t  worry  about  it.  ❜  

[wicxedxcharming]

@blueras liked for a starter! (Ro & Carrie)

A shaking Carrie never meant anything good. Carrie was hardly ever nervous about anything. She was so used to just being in control of everything and knowing when things were about to go wrong. The last time she was this shaken...

Carrie didn’t want to think about it because while this betrayal did hurt just as hard, it felt wrong comparing Reggie to her mother.

At least Reggie tried to explain, her mother never did. Not that she stuck around to listen to his explanation, she just couldn’t take listening to his voice or his words or lies...more lies.

Everyone knew, that had to be it. Everyone knew that her father was terrible and no one thought that she deserved to know the horrible truth and everyone sucked and who could Carrie even trust anymore? If she couldn’t trust her father, who always told her that her hard work would get her to the top when he had apparently never worked hard in his entire life, then who could she trust?

Ro lived a few blocks away from her, and Carrie usually went down to her house whenever she needed an escape. Whenever Nick was too optimistic, whenever Julie was getting on her nerves, and more recently, whenever Reggie’s smile made her a little nervous, Carrie would find herself with her girls. Dirty Candy had started as a band that Carrie had only wanted for the fame but the girls were now...part of her really. 

Carrie depended on them so she was hoping that they didn’t know. That this secret wasn’t something everyone was keeping from her. 

Knocking on Ro’s door, Carrie looked around, her eyes never focusing on one thing until the door opened. “You didn’t know, did you? Tell me you didn’t know right now, or I swear.” Yeah so maybe starting off angry wasn’t the best idea but Carrie couldn’t help it. 

[shinemadea]

@blueras​  |   vday  sc

         “  you’re  awfully  disappointed  about  the  name  on  that  card,  aren’t  you  ?  “  her  senses  are  tingling  as  she  watches  the  girl  slowly  lose  enthusiasm  for  the  undoubtedly  cheesy  card  in  her  hand.  something  tells  her  she  expected  someone  else  to  drop  a  valentine’s  card  in  her  locker.  it’s  not  like  it  doesn’t  feel  weirdly  satisfying  to  get a  valentine’s  gift  from  someone,  regardless  of  who  they  are.  but  sometimes,  you  can’t  help  but  want  a  certain  someone  to  give  you  some  stupid  heart  shaped  candy  &  let  you  know  they  were  thinking  about  you.  she’s  hardly  a  fan  of  this  particular  day,  but  she  has  her  moments.  &  she  gets  it.  “  do  you  have  a  crush  you  haven’t  told  me  about  yet  ?  “

[shinemadea]

@blueras​  |   sc

        “  -----  what  ?  “  her  tone  of  voice  is  far  too  innocent  for  someone  who  just  dropped  a  handful  of  gummy  bears  into  their  cookie  batter  .  none  of  the  yellow  ones  ,  obviously  ,  but  still  a  good  chunk  of  the  bag  they  were  actually  saving  for  later  .  “  i’m  making  them  colorful  .  “  &  ruining  their  texture  ,  probably  .  not  to  mention  the  added  sugar  ,  but  she’s  actually  counting  on  the  treats  they’re  making  to  give  them  as  much  energy  as  possible  .  a  sleepover  is  just  charmless  if  they’re  not  both  hopped  up  on  sugar  &  most  importantly  ,  awake  .  maybe  she  just  wants  to  make  sure  they’ll  be  getting  as  much  time  as  possible  together  .  it’s  not  long  before  they’re  back  at  school  &  dirty  candy  obligations  come  a’calling  ,  after  all  .  “  you’re  not  gonna  make  me  fish  them  out  ,  are  you  ?  “

[pehters]

SEND A 🍓 AND GET COMPLIMENTED « @kindofvertigo / @blueras / @bopcats​

The number of times I have extolled the virtues of the JATP RPC simply on the fact that we are so small that. if there’s any duplicate anxiety, it hasn’t shown up on the dash is ridiculous. There isn’t a number. And a major aspect of that is because if we were in another fandom, the fact that we both write Reggie might have gotten in our way of becoming just as chaotic as we now are, Karla! Your Reggie is so pitch-perfect as you already well know, but let’s speak for a moment about your other muses. MuseS, because every single character you touch turns to gold. You’re so incredibly talented and know just how to add the write amount of really believable gen z sarcasm to a character in order to make them feel so rooted in reality! I try as hard as I can to be in your muses’ good graces because there has never been a single thing you’ve written for me that hasn’t absolutely SENT me. Thank you so so so so so so much for sharing your talent with us 🥺  ( also you’re one of the nicest people in the RPC but I know you have a #rep so I won’t tell anyone your secret’s safe with me )

[stupidbus]

RO SAID:   maybe i should have stayed home .    /      [  ACCEPTING.  ]        @blueras​

   ❛   oh no ,  babes ,    are you not having a good time ?   ❜         ro’s  admission  stops  aimee  dead  in  her  tracks,   the  shots  she’s  carrying  sloshing  a  tad  over  their  rims  as  she  momentarily  forgets  them.      if  there’s  one  thing  she  takes  great  pride  in,    it’s  her  parties  !         she   LOVES   hosting    ;    even  if  the  house  always  gets  wrecked.       and  her  mother  always  scolds  her.       and  she  ends  up  having  more  heart  murmurs  than  she  does  good  times.      even  if  it  isn’t  necessarily  fun  for   HER,   it’s  fun  for  her  friends  !      and  at  the  end  of  the  night  when  her  mom’s  favorite  vase  is  broken  and  there’s  random  stains  that  may  or  may  not  be  vomit  on  her  couch,     that’s  what  matters.    

     so  to  hear  that  someone   ISN’T   having  fun  ?       that’s  like  . . .   well,  she  may  as  well  just  shove  her  head  in  the  oven  or  something.      aimee  sighs,    shifting  the  tray  of  drinks  to  one  arm  as  her  other  comes  to  rest  around  ro’s  shoulders.     she  foregoes  her  dramatics  to  give  the  other  girl  a  little  squeeze.       .    

    ❛    —   is  it  one  of  the  football  players  ?       did  they  take  a  piss  in  my  mum’s  potted  palms  again  ?        i  get  it,    that  would  totally  kill  my  mood  too.  ❜         she  scoots  them  out  of  the  way  of  a  cluster  of  people  standing  in  the  kitchen  doorway.       in  an  impressive  feat,    aimee  manages  to  set  the  shots  down  all  while  keeping  one  arm  around  ro.      in  heels.      ❛   here,   now  that  that’s  done,   why  don’t  we  go  get  you  something  i  know  for  sure  isn’t  spiked  ?       or  maybe  you   WANT   something  spiked,    we  can  do  that  too  !  ❜