#graveiary

[deanmcn]

“well, that’s good. because i don’t like to share.”

 “ hey, wanna sit on my lap and we’ll talk about the first thing that pop up?.”

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@graveiary

The time was 11 PM, which meant that it was now curfew. Any wandering students caught outside of their dorms would immediately be sent back, but not Dallas Winston. He’d been dared (with a payout) to sneak into the girl dorms and stay there until midnight. The goal was to return with an article of clothing: a bra or a pair of underwear. Whichever he could get his hands on. Boy, he could really get in trouble for this, but he was never the type to shy away from dares or risky tasks. He lived for danger, and this was a walk in the park compared to the other shit he did. So what, he’d maybe get detention if he got caught or be tasked with mowing the entirety of the football field.

After climbing the mesh on the side of the building, Dallas climbed through the window to find himself in the attic. Slowly, quietly, he made his way down to the top floor and crept into one of the rooms. Who’s room it was, he had no idea, and he wasted no time in getting into the closet and shutting it. Time dragged and seemed to move in reverse, but eventually it had hit midnight and he was free to go. With a bra held in his hand, he pushed open the closet door and began to climb out--until his foot got tangled and he tripped, landing harshly on the carpeted floor. Well, shit. That was bound to wake the girl up, wasn’t it?

[witheriingsouls]

pennywise the dancing clown + elena gilbert. ⤷ @graveiary.

            she was alone. and she seemed to be lost. she was primed to easily have fear instilled within her. he stays to the shadows , though , watching her with his glowing golden eyes away from her sight.      ❛      oooo ~    ,      you’re all alone , miss gilbert. do you need... a friend     ?      ❜       he calls out , giggling.

[joneshead]

ELENA!   @graveiary ( continued from x. )

"Yeah -- I’m fine.” Shoulder leaned against the inside of the door frame, he’d pushed her door open wider with his toe, having seen it hanging ajar with the light bleeding across the floor in the hallway. He hadn’t been sleeping much either -- but that had been the case since before he’d made it to Mystic Falls, since the attacks started and he realized he was the one responsible for them. Head dropping, lulled to the side to rest against the wall too, his green eyes ventured towards her from the top of his field of vision. “Maybe you’re not sleeping because you’re still trying to bed instead of the coffin route.”

[blndsided-blog1]

                         (    @graveiary    ❤’d   for a starter    )

            after everything he had done to elena,  it was baffling why the other wanted to be anywhere around him.    albeit it only a handful of insults &. arguments were directed at her,  but anyone else would have left him to rot.    yet she was there for him when no one else was,  not even his so-called friends,  &. she wanted to help in any way she could.    elena continued to prove how genuine she was &. michael continued to feel like scum for the way he previously behaved.    he didn’t remember if he said it before,  but he was going to say it again.    “    i’m sorry for how i behaved before...    ”

[southsidelover]

Riverdale High, a new place to lay down for worship come the daylight hours; new hallways, new rules, no more chain link fences to separate the animals from the mortals, and more than anything else, new people with which to become familiar. With gum popping, snapping, PINK between her lips, her first few days are spent with leather jackets and familiarity that comes with running amongst her own, but they don’t want her to have that for long, do they? Rebellious fragments amongst the school population’s OGs left to strip them of the things that allowed them a sense of home when far from it, her pink hair pairing with soft flannel, the ripped comfort of thigh highs that connect  to the shorts she wears despite the chill of the fall.

There are groups of people that she’s come to learn to become familiar with; cheerleaders that fall beneath the iron reign of Cheryl Blossom, the academics that loosely revolve around activities such as the Blue and Gold, the jocks, with Reggie Mantle, with Archie Andrews, though the two seemed LOCKED UP within rivalry. It’s funny how despite the time that passes, certain groups remain ever the same, revolving around the familiar orbits within it. Toni, now, with her Pretty Poisons, the Serpents taking opposing halls, as they all stalk, class to class.

Elena somewhere within the middle of it all, Toni dropping to take the seat next to her at lunch, munching, idle, at the packaged lunch that she’d brought from home, a grin passed, flickering on her features before it disappears, stare focused outwards. “You look troubled lately, fly girl. What’s ON YOUR MIND? Roxy said you got pulled outta your last class... I was worried about you. Everything ok?”

@graveiary​ for a riverdale starter.

[dcdger]

@graveiary // v; we're the livin' proof of this

      He’s been writing his signature on the last four hundred copies of his best seller. Much love, Jess Mariano. Jess. xo Thanks for supporting the book! - Jess M. It’s continuous, just in different versions. Every fan is ecstatic to see him, and even this is weird for him. No one has noticed Jess this way. The love and support is incredible, and he doesn’t really know what it means to be on this level in the book world. He gives one smile to the girl as he removes his glasses, and wipes his eye. When the next book is placed is placed in front of him, he immediately goes back to his routine. He stops and looks up at the next customer. He knows her in a second, and it doesn’t even take him that long to pinpoint her. 

     “Miss Gilbert,” he murmurs, as he gives her a lopsided smile. It’s all he can do. He wasn’t expecting to see her. He looks behind her, and notices the line has vanished, and the book store has ran out of copies of his book. “Happiest birthdays to you.” He swallows hard, just before signing the book, and standing up. “What can I do for you?” 

[orumad]

“imagine how many people out there are going at it -- just boning,” hyde gestures from his spot off the top of the water tower to the town below. realizing he’s properly baked, hands the spliff of to her with a lazy smirk. “actually, knowing point place locals, probably just kelso. maybe bob...,” the image materializes in his brain, he grimaces, shaking his head.

                                             @graveiary