#riverbank.starter

[clementine-russo]

of all the things that clementine thought she was, she never expected to describe herself as “lonely.” she had always been a popular girl, the type of girl that would have her fair share of hugs and waves to everyone she came into contact with. she was extroverted, like that. however, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness over the past month. all she had wanted was to see her fathers and her baby brother, though not in the way that most people would think. she had wanted to see her family but back home in Italy, she was missing her home country now more than ever. she didn’t know what had made her feel so nostalgic for her past. 

she was lost deep in thought when she accidentally bumped into somebody, her small frame causing her to fall down instantly. “oh god, I'm so so sorry.” she said embarrassingly. 

[ofatheva-archive]

the english professor wears a puzzled expression as he pulls vinyl after vinyl from the shelves of the town record shop. one that some guy, who was clearly toeing the line between late twenties into thirties with a beard groomed to messy perfection and owned an impressive beanie collection, had just recently opened in the town centre. “i thought the youth had just brought vinyl back into fashion. decided they liked the beatles again...” rafael muttered, to no one in particular. 

“but if that’s the case then why is there a collection of taylor swift albums. as far as i recall, she wasn’t warbling along in the eighties. so what’s going on?”

[0fthegh0sts-blog]

OPEN EVENT STARTER !!!

rosalie leaned against a wall; head turn towards a couple. the girl was practically pinned to wall by the boy’s body as the two sloppily kissed --- made out, really -- and hands roamed over each others bodies. it was creepy, really, how attentive rosalie was to the display. but she was drunk; she had an excuse. 

the whole scene conjured a thought in her mind. she was curious to how many kisses --- mind, not nearly as enthusiastic as the one mere feet away --- would it take until her makeup was a bit smudged. it was getting late enough in the night that appearance didn’t really matter as much. she was willing to kiss as many people as it took. 

turning to the closest person to her (not necessarily to kiss, just to ask about how many they thought it would take) , she spoke with a smile, “hey, you wanna make a bet? play a game?” 

[ofarchivedemias-blog]

❛ — snapchat from mari.

mari: i really need a coffee mari: all nighter 😖

[sxfteynet-blog]

     gregory had always been meticulous with his appearance. being a police officer for years on the pittsburgh police force meant he was trained to look a certain way and he wanted to keep up that appearance. but now that he was finished with his lunch and he realized how much of a mistake it was to have pasta, greg realized the stain on his shirt and had to quickly figure out how to bring back that clean cut image he liked to uphold. and as he spoke to the nearest person, he was hoping they would be able to help him. “what’s a way to get rid of pasta stains when i have class in twenty minutes?”

[astrcphiiles]

   halloween. it was such a stupid holiday. sure she may have abused it in her early twenties, taking any excuse to dress up as a sexy something for a night --- but americans really put their festivities to shame. sure, it might’ve been fun last year --- but today she was dreading the fact she was going to have to face the halloween fair to get to her car.

    she might’ve swigged a wine spritzer to keep her company for the walk out but she needed it, the asprin not quite getting rid of her headache as she left her office. it only took two steps before hit with the noise of everything around her shoving on her sunglasses despite the fact it was an autumn evening. though as she dodged the overexcited students on her way out she couldn’t help but spot the candy apples --- giving in her better judgement and getting one ( they’d always been her favourite ), sitting down to eat it in a rather depressing fashion in the quietest place she could find. 

      “ can i help you ? ” her tone was more annoyed than she meant, squinting up at who had cast the shadow over her.

[kolharlow-blog]

the house had been decked out with a bunch of decorations. really, the care put into it was astounding to kol. all this work for a bunch of wasted people to under-appreciate it. well, at least he would be sober all night to appreciate it. he had wrapped his bandages around his mouth and he wasn’t going to mess up his costume by moving them. either way, his eyes were only barely obstructed so when he bumped into something fuzzy and he was able to determine that it was hanging from something. he yelped and all thoughts of it being a decoration slipped his mind. “heck no. not spiders.”

[bvstcr-blog]

Tired eyes bore witness of a sleepless night, fingers stained dark with graphite dust tussling through his hair as he scanned the faces blurring past, searching for someone who looked less busy than the rest. Eyes lighting up as his gaze landed on someone, a certain air to them that drew him in, sparking new energy and urging him to approach. “Excuse me?” He’d reach a hand in greeting, but a quick glance down had him changing his mind. “This may be an awkward question, but would you mind if I drew you? You face stands out among the crowd, and I’d like to capture that on paper.”