#radevent003

[calebarchived]

[jamesmarlowe]

POOL PARTY LOOK ::  champagne_and_pools.mp3

[ambycred]

friday - fugitive.

[rorybergstrom]

               Rory wasn’t usually big on team games, but Fugitive was something he could get behind. All of the chaos and action with none of the hassle of forming alliances --- the only thing he had to do to win was look out for number one. His strategy was a simple one --- get as far as fuck away from the road without being spotted and find a basement. He’d packed his Switch, his headphones and well-thumbed copy of Frank O’Hara poems should the night get longer than anticipated, and he was well on his way to victory when the sudden blare of a moped’s headlights behind him sent him into a frenzy. “Shit, shit, motherfucking, shit-cake, ballbags, arsewipe---” was cursed as he stumbled into a run to pick up the pace, throwing himself in through a ginnel between two holiday homes, his hoodie snagging on the nail of a trellis and sending him sprawling. Heat vision, grazed knees --- stones scattered about his feet as he ran without hesitance or direction --- but the headlights were no longer on his tail. He could still hear the sound of the moped. Soon they’d park up and start looking. Fuck. Was this how Harrison Ford had felt in that film about... What was it called? Oh wait. The fucking Fugitive. “Oi.” Rory uttered, spotting a flashlight die behind a chain-link fence as he rounded a corner to what looked like private tennis courts. Fucking rich wankers.“Give us a hand would you?” It’s whispered, quiet enough so that they turn and he can see the colour of their armband. “I’ve got one of their flags.”

[amethystdonahue]

WHITE PARTY ↳ amethyst donahue lookbook

[radgabriel]

@radopens​ 

How late was it? Too  much, the party had died out and well, he was on his own. And that definitely sucked. So… Yeah. Whatever though, Gabriel didn’t want to end the night in a slump anyway, besides, the week was still young. Right? Now his feet had brought him far from his cabin and back to the beach again the weather was amazing, the stars, bright shiny jewels lit his way, the ocean ahead, going on forever and ever, the gentle rhythm of the waves lulled him into a sweet sense of calm.

His cigarette (yeah… perhaps it was a bit stronger than that), was long gone and unfortunately he didn’t have another.  Gabriel had been on his walk for a while, in drunken stupor, but still living the good high, just savoring the moment, shoes in hand, the waves caressing his legs. Christ, the water, it felt fucking awesome. What if? He left his trunks at the cabin. I’m a freaking idiot… And yet was it really a problem? No way. The ocean kept calling to him and who the hell was him to say no. Not a soul in sight and who cared anyway. 

He found a spot on the beach, one that he deemed safe, as far as he knew and stripped himself off the white attire he had worn at the party, he left everything there, a messed up bundle on the sand. For a few moments, he just let the oceanic breeze caress his bare flesh before a mad dash brought him to the water. “Whooo…..” 

Christ the water was a mazing, he swam against the weaves, enjoying the warmth that the ocean had collected during the day, letting the feeling sink in. How long did he stay? Definitely he couldn’t tell, but then again, did he care? Not at all.

Life was great again. At least until the  hangover tomorrow. When he felt it was finally time to go and get a couple of hours of sleep, he walked lazily on the sand toward his clothes. Just. They weren’t there? Fuck. Maybe he had forgotten where he left them? Or perhaps the current had dragged him away and he just hadn’t noticed. No way he recognized the lifeguard cabin a few feet away. Fuck… His cottage was the farthest away from the sea. Come on Gabriel, no need to panic yet. 

Steps on the sand. Fuck...

Peraps it was time to panic. At least a little.

[jamesmarlowe]

WHITE PARTY LOOK ::  heaven’s_only_wishful.mp3

[ambycred]

provincetown. it’s been party central nonstop. this wasn’t necessarily ambrose’s scene. he participated in the activities, staying to himself mostly. he awoke in the early morning just before dawn and he stumbled up to the roof of cottage 3, his book tucked tightly under his arm. finally. some peace and quiet, he thought to himself.

ambrose open the door to the rooftop and in front of him was some leftover chaos from previous parties. empty bottles and cups were scattered along the ground. leftover plates and food were on side tables from the barbecue the previous night. he rolled his eyes and walked towards an empty chair free of debris. he let out a small sigh and breathed in the morning air around him. perfect. he was brought out of his euphoria by a small noise from behind him. he quickly jolted up from his chair. “uh... hello?” he said softly.