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𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬

callovs: ❛ i don’t give a fuck about love. ❜ (from xavier)

she’s as disgusted by trevor and montana as the rest of them -- if chrissie has to hear another sappy comment shared between the lovers, she’s going to scream. hearing this from xavier, however, well ... the specter casts her fellow counselor a side eyed glance, one corner of her mouth rising in a slight smirk.

“really?” chrissie questions, her arms folding across her chest, “because i remember you had no problem putting your hands all over montana when she’d still go for you. and it was just as grody.”

#callovs #☆ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ʳᶦᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵎ / answered .#☆ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵎ / canon: death .

callovs: ❛ i’ve done it again, i’ve done it again. ❜ (from tate)

“oh ... tate ...” some days, her memory is an hourglass. grains of sand, tiny, delicate pieces of her every day life, escape her. some days, it is a bear trap: unforgiving, cold, and unwilling to release all that is within its grasp. the blood -- the gore, she remembers it all. the body that he dropped at her feet ... was it so long ago? time drags and it floods, all at once. her breath is caught in her throat, and though her lungs are dust, dolores is panicking. she cannot breathe, she cannot -- oh, please let this be a mistake.

“t-tate ... what’s going on? what -- i don’t ... what happened, tate?” she’s feeling dizzy now.

#callovs #⊱ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᶦᵖᶦᵉⁿᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ˢᶜʳᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵎ / answered asks .#⊱ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᶜʳᶦᶠᶦᶜᶦᵃˡ ˡᵃᵐᵇ ᵎ / canon: death .

𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 : @callovs

ember knew that feeling: the unease from a rough week. the mania that came from tough events, emotional or physical, was dangerous. ember had a few credit card scars from her old days post scott. pulling out of a rut from absolutely anything crippling can be a struggle if someone does it alone. ember tapped kayla’s handle on twitter and then the direct message button. it had been a while since they spoke about anything heavier than current events. it was time she checked up on her:

@/𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛: 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚔𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊! 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 :/ 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝! 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜!

#callovs #★゜・。。・゜゜・EMBER : THREAD.#im.. sorry i ran w the credit card part??#that resonated for ember lol

Rosalyn:

bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost don’t reblog.

i. DRACULA. cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders. bloodstained sheets. dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic. preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii. THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY. old bookshelves. kisses on the hand . a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.

iii. FRANKENSTEIN. frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs. a scream from the woods. candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death .

iv. THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes. playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

Aran:

bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost don’t reblog.

i. DRACULA. cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders. bloodstained sheets. dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic. preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii. THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY. old bookshelves. kisses on the hand . a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.

iii. FRANKENSTEIN. frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs. a scream from the woods. candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death .

iv. THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes. playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

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“You’re doing it wrong.”

Nose all crinkled, critically, as Montana attempts to once again show Xavier the supposed PROPER WAY to go about the routine. Someone, anyone really, should have known better than to leave these two alone in a studio-- be it for their own sanity, or that of any poor pupils who may attend one of the classes they’re preparing for-- but alas: here they are, after Montana ditched a vial of powder back into her gym bag and boldly sidles on over to the platform he stood on. There’s plenty room for two, but not when she purposefully takes over so much of the stand that Xavier’s only left with enough room to barely remain.

“It should be a reach, reach, reach, then kicking, or else it’ll totally neglect their bottom half: what’s got you so distracted today? You’re usually better than this...”