#crxnkbride

[sacrifiicium]

brenderesa + pink

for @crxnkbride !!

[sacrifiicium]

@crxnkbride​ is teresa’s best friend so she gets some love

“Hi.” She speaks softly, gentle smile tugging at her lips. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

[wiickcdism-blog]

█ @crxnkbride

( Cont. )

   she’s been in this position before. getting caught red handed by an older party and then consequently getting her ass handed to her by jorge, another parent or whoever else wanted to chew her out for her bad decision making. admittedly, she had been a handful in high school with the loud music and the “fuck this house and fuck this town,” attitude and just never really completely moved past the drinking, but honestly. she’s in college. it’s going to happen.

                 “no, ma’am.” she grins, obviously lying.

    why she decided to dig herself a deeper grave with that answer is beyond her. she’s not very good at situations like the one she’s currently in, so she does her best to avoid any and all confrontation.

     She can’t complain- nor did she have any right to judge. Lecturing a child about alcoholism was beyond this point, after all, Margaret was young once and younger than Brenda when she hitched her first taste. That thrill of fearless intoxication, it always proved far too tempting to resist just one more gulp. Instead the woman simply enjoys the sight of Brenda’s awful lie, and a simper trembles at the lips. Trying to hide the entertainment of it all, whilst memories of her own youthful foolishness seeped through the back of the mind.

         ❝ Please, enlighten me then, why you are acting like a bumbling idjit. ❞ A pause lingers on for a moment or so before blond brows raised with intrigue.

❝ Alright, you tell me the truth and I’ll save you the motherly hassle; lie again and you’ll get double the hassle. Now let’s try once more, are you drunk? ❞ 

[joviian-blog]

( @crxnkbride​ ;;;; 

      slam. 

another day, another headache. theo was not having the smoothest morning, and, in the sweetest sense, he felt like he’d vomit if anyone spoke a single word to him. however, now was not the time to be volatile. it was the second semester of his senior year !! finally, maybe, he could achieve something in his life and be proud of it. as per usual, on his way to his american sign language class ( which was just down the hall, ) there were the hushed voices. 

      the laughter. 

         Freak. Weirdo. Did you hear he missed 3 months of school?

out of instinct rather than common sense, finch pivoted on the heel of his shoe. 

          “    do i even know you    ?     “

   maybe he’d seen this girl once or twice, in the cafeteria or maybe the passing periods. but she was definitely nobody important, otherwise he would know. she was the only one not staring at him throughout the entirety of the claustrophobic hallway. 

          “     new kid    ? “

[runthomxs-blog]

@crxnkbride​ ; from x

    everyone loses hope at one point or another, she knows     that. she just never figured he would. he’d been dead set     on taking down WICKED, making the world better without     them. her gaze moves back and forth between his eyes,     studying to see if he’s being sincere which, he probably is,     he has no reason not to be.

    she sighs, eyes falling to make contact with anything but him,     she knows she shouldn’t be disappointed,but she is. she just     tries not to let it show and possibly get him back on track.

         ❛ before you give up on everyone, remember why you’re doing this.            you’re not trying to change the world, you’re trying to save it.❜

“i haven’t given up on anything.” thomas had been silent then, knowing that it was probably disappointing -- what he had said was out of line.  “it’s more like everything has given up on me.” the stark gray of hopelessness was evident on his skin. he wanted to say sorry, but any apology couldn’t bring back a dead hope.  “saving the world...” -- thomas sighed. “i don’t think i’m cut out for any of it.” thomas couldn’t look at her; especially after this.

[teresatheimmune]

crxnkbride

“You know what we should do? We should start our own band.”

[teresatheimmune]

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

TFLN || accepting

[ text; bren ]: excuse me?[ text; bren ]: i don’t want to be functional, either.[ text; bren ]: i’m drinking with u and that’s final

[teresatheimmune]

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

TFLN || accepting

[ text; bren ]: nuh huh. no way.[ text; bren ]: you have to be fucking kidding me[ text; bren ]: no more parties @ our flat[ text; bren ]: no mas, brenda. no mas.