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[celeste-mc]

"So I went back to England for a few weeks; and of course my mum’s sent me home with a care parcel filled with all sort of sweets and goodies I can’t exactly eat.” Celeste knew the idea behind her mother’s action. She knew the woman was pushing her to break out of her shell a bit more, offer the non-vegan snacks to others in town and hopefully make some friends in the process. And while the petite brunette was skeptical of the fact it would help her make any friends, she still felt inclined to offer up the snacks to those she was at least already cordial with. “Would you care for a Jelly Baby? Or a chocolate orange?” She lifted the package out of the box, eying it for a moment before letting out a nostalgic sigh. Chocolate oranges always reminded her of Christmas; and right now, they reminded her of how much her parents had begged her to stay through the holidays. She would’ve in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for finals and the fact she had to get back to the studio to finish the choreography for the company’s upcoming production of The Nutcracker. Most of her little girls were mice; and she couldn’t wait to see them up on the stage in a few weeks.

[trvstnobitch]

TEXT ➟ ( ALL CONTACTS. )

aiden: i'll see u tonight

[prcstinex]

                                   don’t drink the punch.

          that was her only rule ; don’t even think about looking in the general direction of the punch. she knew better than that , she wasn’t one to get intoxicated in front of her family. last thing she needed was them to see how hard she was struggling with the never-ending guilt pushing down on her shoulders. to see how broken she really was. but the daphne-dressed woman couldn’t handle it any longer , her head pounding from her dehydration , worried to even touch the water rushing through the house. one sip couldn’t hurt right ? well -- one sip turned into two , which turned into three. but again ; not enough to get drunk , right ? soon enough , the innocent woman was wandering down hallways , slim fingers digging into the wall in hopes to stand up straight. this wasn’t alcohol ---- & that wasn’t aiden at the end of the hallway calling out to her. screaming for her. & it wasn’t his blood rushing down his face , or his eyes rolling towards the back of his head. & it definitely wasn’t his hand touching her shoulder. letting out a shriek , the lancaster daughter jumped , snapping into a half-sober reality , eyes finally focusing on the other person. ‘‘ please ----- please don’t touch me. ’’ she said quietly , although loud enough that it made her ears ring. ‘‘ i don’t ---- what’s happening ? what ----- what did ----- i’m not okay. ’’

[aderyndouglas]

“What are you saying?” Aderyn asked as she started to dance in rhythm with the music, in her bloody, sexy nurse costume. Just because she wasn’t drinking, it didn’t mean she couldn’t smoke weed and get a little high, right? At least it made her a bit happier. Like she fitted there. She didn’t really pay attention to who she was talking to. In the end, if it was a friend, it would be fun, if it wasn’t, it could still be useful somehow. She placed her hand on the person’s arm, giving them her best smile. “Dance with me. Just this time.”

[jacksonxcarter]

Whoever tossed the towel in his direction he could’ve.. hugged. But he wouldn’t admit it to them, only giving the stranger a nod to show he was thankful. Turning his head, he spits up some blood and a.. a piece of a tooth? Who fucking knew. ‘’--Thanks for that, I guess. Owe you a drink or two.’’

[tcddysharpe]

PARTIES WEREN’T EVEN HIS THING . and yet here he was at a mansion his higher up some kid had told him was rumored to have had people messing with things that were best left alone because someshitheadone knew his secret . who the fuck did aiden tell anyway ? because it couldn’t be aiden messaging him . he was DEAD . had been dead for four years .

he managed to separate himself from the crowd of mostly rowdy and hormonal kids by stepping outside at least -- in his own opinion -- he succeeded in a costume that would just let him just slip into the crowd in . it was just a fake cleaver through the head , gray grease paint under the eyes , and a dark hoodie . he tapped the ashes off the end of his cigarette as he checked back into reality . six years of sobriety and he’d KILL for a drink .

“ at least the view of the maze is DECENT from the house . “ he mused to no one in particular .

[sabriinamitchell]

DON’T THINK ABOUT THE TEXT . it wasn’t A I D E N . he was dead . had been dead for four years now . she had other things in the present to think about . like the box of halloween decorations that was spilled out on the coffee bars counter . picking up a rubber bat she turned it in her hand. all she could think about was the text and how someone thought it was funny to use a dead boys phone. “ welcome to coffee grounds! “ she called without looking up when the bell above the door jingled , “ just let me know when you’re ready to order . “ 

[celeste-mc]

To say it had been a long week would’ve been quite the understatement. Between having to sit three exams and covering the junior jazz class for her coworker who was away at a wedding, Celeste was drained. Both mentally and physically. And as much as the brunette wanted to curl up in bed and just sleep, she found herself currently sat on one of the benches in Rosewick’s community park savoring the crisp autumn air. She felt like she’d been stuck inside all week either cooped up in the library studying or in the studio teaching; so finally being outside was warmly welcomed despite how fatigued she was or the fact her old pelvic injury had decided to start acting up again, hence why there was a pink matte forearm crunch propped up next to her. Finally beginning to feel like she could relax, Celeste allowed her mind to wander, slipping into a daydream—so much so that she didn’t even realize someone was headed in her general direction.