#hotgrove

[brenheira]

                    who  would  win  ?

                    carol  ,  5′0″  ,  untrained  ,  has  a  crowbar  &  bubblegum  &  daddy  issues ,  is  a  Bitch™

                    a  literal  parasite  creature  from  another  dimension  who  can  turn  people  into  goo  and  become  a  hivemind 

[delohabitual]

“   Just   something   for   you   to   listen   to   that   isn’t   Toto  .   ”

SISTER EUROPE by The Psychedelic Furs   /   BALL OF CONFUSION by Love and Rockets   /   HAPPY HOUSE by Siouxsie and the Banshees   /   ONE WAY OR ANOTHER by Blondie   /   MINDSHAKER MELTDOWN by Mother Love Bone   /   DAMES, BOOZE, CHAINS, AND BOOTS by The Cramps   /   1970 by The Stooges   /   I STARTED SOMETHING I COULDN’T FINISH by The Smiths   /   NO NAME #1 by Elliott Smith   /   GOLD DUST WOMAN by Fleetwood Mac  .        (    SPOTIFY LINK    )        

MIXTAPE NO. 1   /   @hotgrove  .

[scoopstroop]

jolting awake in the bed that belonged to max. she let out a breath bringing a hand to her face. “just a nightmare..” she whispers to herself, not daring to be any louder to wake up max up who was laying asleep next to her. her fingers gripping the blanket before finally shoving them off of herself. now moving to swing her legs off of the bed to get up -- she only needed a cup of water and maybe she could relax her own nerves. 

she ventured towards the door extending her hand to grip the cold metal hand, turning it to open the door slowly. she was mindful to not let the door creak before slipping out of the bedroom to head to the kitchen. she thought she’d be the only one up at this time. it was late. three one five am. she knew that it meant LATE. 

now entering the kitchen she searched for the cups until she opened the cabinet to peer in spotting a plastic cup. she reached up grabbing it in silence moving towards the sink to turn it on, watching the cup fill with water. it wasn’t until she heard footsteps causing her to turn off the tap quickly, and turn around gripping the cup. maybe it was just max. she could’ve accidentally woke her up. 

it wasn’t until she saw a taller familiar face, she averted her eyes quickly. taking a quick sip of her water glancing back towards him. it had been awhile since they had actually spoken. not after the mall incident. it had only been glances, no words to be spoken. finally here she was moving back against the kitchen counter, focusing on what to say. what to do. “..hello.” hesitant with greeting him. they had both been through so much, but the memories of his own childhood engraved into her brain. it was hard. 

@hotgrove​ a starter ! 

[slvrcat]

“  ugh ,                   you  are  so  disgusting ,  ya  know ?  ”    she  rolls  her  eyes  at  him .    she  crosses  her  leg  while  she  fixes  herself  up  on  his  bed .    “  sometimes  i  don’t  even  know  why  i’m  friend  with  you .  ”    it’s  a  good  question ;   and  she  doesn’t  know .    perhaps ,  those  are  the  best  friendships .    “  do  you  honestly  assume  that  every  girl  is  into  you  the  moment  they  lay  their  eyes  on  you ?  ”       /   @hotgrove

[graveiary]

“ what can i say? i rule. ”

          𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆  𝒘𝒂𝒔  𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉  𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒛𝒆  𝒊𝒏  𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂’𝒔  𝒔𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎  𝒇𝒐𝒓  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒕𝒐  𝒃𝒆  𝒂  𝒈𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔.  she’d  just  managed  to  sloppily  put  a  few  little  braids  throughout  billy’s  hair  and  was  admiring  her  work.  unfortunately  for  him,  however,  it  would  surely  cause  a  few  knots  by  tomorrow  morning.  ❛  only  because  i  gave  you  those  viking  braids.  ❜  she  replies  with  another  giggle  before  finishing  up  the  last  of  her  drink.  ❛  now  we’ve  just  gotta  get  you  one  of  those  hats  they  wear  for  the  next  party  so  you  can  officially  become  billy  the  viking  king!  ❜

@hotgrove / seven deadly sins: accepting

[sawsomeghosts]

@hotgrove gets a thing !

               FINGERS THUMBED THROUGH THE PICTURES THAT HAD FINALLY DEVELOPED. They were technically taken in the late hours of last night where it was so pitch black she could barely see her hand in front of her face let alone any ghosts showing up in the photos she had taken. Lydia didn’t actively go hunting for ghosts but she had heard of haunts and come across spirits that recognized her as the human that had almost married a certain B-Word poltergeist before sending him back to the Neitherworld. The presence behind her was disturbing and she glanced over her shoulder to see Billy hovering right over her.  ❝ Well, I’ve gathered that you’ve seen more than enough, ❞  she spoke, turning over another photo eerier than the last.  ❝ Questions and comments. ❞

[clericlost-a]

@hotgrove  / asked WILL  :  “ what did you want to show me? ”

STOMACH WRITHES SLOW TO KNOTTED PIT ,  nails pinching crescents along palms sweat-slick as one merely hovers ,  caught in place  (  BETWEEN WORLDS  )  with mind whiteboard blank swung somewhere far above his shoulders .  give pause ,  reconsider  RESOLVE  clumped in the back of closed throat ,  freezer burn phlegm swallowed down to stiffened lung ,  &  ease .  breathe ,  in / out / in through the nose until shoulders  LOOSEN ,  straighten concave spine  &  grip shirt hem with emboldened fingers .

he lifts only high enough to  SEE ,  bare minimum  &  sustained long enough to take note  &  not a second more ;  flesh turned pink ,  light ,  SCAR TISSUE  sheen stretched short over ribcage span   ——  re-covered ,  hands returning to anxious fist at his sides .  ❝  ... Nancy Wheeler gave this to me with a  FIRE  poker ,  ❞  rushed ,  minute waver soothed with short exhale intermission ,  ❝  i-i don’t really remember it because i was  ——  i was like  YOU  were ,  before ...  &  he likes it cold ,  so  ——  ❞  voice tapers off like smoke through weakened clutch backtrack ,  why did you come here ,  do this ,  say this ?  a thick ,  heavy thing to carry ,  this  SICKNESS  even in aftermath ,  bodysnatched  &  hung out to dry insides inside out  &  folded back again ;  for  YOU  or for him ?  INCONCLUSIVE ,  he continues on all the same .  ❝  i’m sorry .  that we couldn’t  ——  BURN  it out sooner .  ❞

[fabergay]

“  okay,   get  out.  ”    he  spits  his  words  like  they’re  aimed  poison,   evidence  of  how  his  patience  has  been  worn  thin  enough  to  nearly  snap.   it’s  a  party  at  steve’s  house,   one  which  billy  wasn’t  invited  to   ---    but  that’s  coincidentally  the  case  with  most  of  the  guests.   it  just  comes  with  the  territory,   steve  knows ;   if  you  invite  twenty  people  to  a  party,   fifty  will  show  up.   but   BILLY  ?   he  figured  billy  wouldn’t  be  a  problem.   billy  wouldn’t  be  stupid  enough  to  step  foot  anywhere  near  the  harrington  residence.   GOD,   WHY'S  HE  GOTTA  BE  SO  WRONG  ALL  THE  TIME  ?

the  front  door  is  held  open  with  one  hand  while  the  other  widely  gestures  to  the  world  outside,   a  non - threatening,   non - physical  way  of  nudging  billy  to  leave.   steve  doesn’t  want  to  get  into  a  fight,   especially  not  here,   because  if  he  and  this  total  asshole  start  whamming  on  each  other  and  expensive  things  break  in  the  crossfire,   his  parents  are  gonna  sit  him  down  and  give  him  their  classic    ‘ YOU'VE  REALLY  DISAPPOINTED  US  (  AGAIN  ) ’    talk  whenever  they  decide  to  stop  drinking  piña  coladas  and  come  home  from  their  mini - vacation.    “  waste  space  on  someone  else's  property.   the  lifeguard  thing  doesn’t  really  apply  to  my  pool.  ”         //   @hotgrove  !