#tmpstuous

[lastinglove]

↳         ❝      why won’t you just tell me the truth  ?      ❞       //      kat   +   bella      //      @tmpstuous​

THERE’S  A  BEAT  OF  HESITATION      //      hazel hues study the girl in front of her before offering a simple shrug of her shoulders  ,      before fingers twirl the cigarette between her fingers  .      she takes another hit  ,      allows her eyes to squint toward the other’s directions before bella clears her throat  ,      before legs cross and petite frame leans against the brick of the building  .      it wouldn’t be her first time breaking the state-wide cigarette ban  ,      wouldn’t be her first time breaking the law  .            ❝      not everyone can handle the truth  .      ❞            the words are nothing more than a grunt between puffs  ,      as the smoke fills her lungs and the air surrounding them  .      bella hadn’t been able to feel the true effects of nicotine since her transition            (      or any drugs for that matter      )  ,            had spent most of her eternal life searching for the same kind of high she had been so reliant on during her days as a human  .

the cigarette drops to the ground as soon as she hits the filter  ,      butt extinguished quickly by her steel-toed leather boots as hands drop to the pockets of her leather jacket  .      her outfit was potentially too cold for the biting chill of the seattle weather  ,      though bella was exhausted of putting up false pretenses  ,      tired of pretending to be human with the cullens  .            ❝      don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to  .      ❞

[unbelong-moved]

STARTER CALL.     bender and kat.

     liked by ,   @tmpstuous​.

                    she was more fun to mess with than any of the other girls in their grade. despite acting as if she couldn’t care less, spewing long and intelligent words at anyone who approached her, john thought he naturally burrowed under her skin. approaching with his shades still on, one gloved hand lands on her locker door, closing it shut before leaning against them. ‘  why d’you always look so sour, stratford? besides the stick that’s so obviously up your ass,  ’

[angelpunkd]

@tmpstuous said “ okay , since when do you work late ? ”         /         fear street : 1994 starters .

“ since i needed an excuse to not go to something i said i was gonna go to . ”    half true . but angie isn’t known for coming up with excuses to get out of shit — it’s usually a straight no . it’s probably going to be a shitty party , anyways . fingers flip through records , eyes scanning for a familiar title .     something to keep the energy up until closing time . they stop abruptly , their posture sinks , their head tilts , and they clarify with “ actually , boss hasn’t been too happy with me after a recent event that involved nails and expletives , so i’m pretty much in time out until he decides it’s enough . but i’m getting paid . so i don’t entirely care . ”

[coeurfuck]

@tmpstuous​     ;      ♡

“  𝐈  𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐀  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐈𝐓.  ”  the  words  are  thickly  -  accented,  focusing  on  the  girl  who  lived  up  to  her  name  in  the  way  she  was  so  quick  to  attack.  but  he’s  not  interested  in  that  now  -  far  from  it  actually.  backpack  drops  from  his  shoulder  in  one  fell  swoop  before  he  un  -  zips  the  top  and  reaches  within.  and  he  pulls  out  a  copy  of  a  season  in  hell  and  the  drunken  boat  and  offers  it  in  her  direction.     “   i  just  think  you’re  limiting  yourself.   ”     there’s  a  pause  before  a  smirk  spreads  across  his  lips,  green  -  eyes  flittering  back  up  to  meet  hers.     “   madness,  decadence,  despair.  this  should  be  ...  how  do  you  say  ?  right  up  your  alley.   ”

[nvarchive]

❛  you  get  what  you’re  given      —      it’s  all  how  you  use  it.  ❜

𝐂𝐎  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:        KAT  STRATFORD.      —      @tmpstuous​​.​    pink     —     god  is  a  dj.      —      𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[quismetarc]

@tmpstuous   :   ❛ Death is the great unifier. ❜

FORTY,   WHAT   AM   I   TO   DO   WITHOUT   YOU   ?   The   condolences   came   in   waves.   The   flowers   came   in   a   whirlwind   of   petals   and   overpriced   tissue   paper   wrapping.   Soon   after,   trickled   in   cousins   from   overseas   that   hadn’t   shown   their   face   in   years.   Even   now,   masks   of   smiles   were   worn   for   the   sake   of   formalities   and   pleasantries.   The   Quinn   family   was   never   anything   but   picture   perfect.   Dottie,   a   woman   mourning   for   her   son,   never   had   a   hair   out   of   place.   And   Ray   ?   Well,   Ray,   daddy   dearest,   didn't   dare   miss   his   weekly   golf   club.   Joe   seemed   overwhelmed   and   I   couldn’t   blame   him   for   it.   I   could   barely   make   head   nor   tail   of   the   days   that   streamed   by   in   a   blur,   the   debt   I   owe   him   is   immeasurable.   

Maybe   death   was   the   great   unifier.   Forty’s   had   stopped   us   from   crumbling   at   the   seams,   a   rocky   relationship   destined   to   go   south   now   bound   by   secrets   and   guilt.   But   it   doesn’t   sound   as   pretty   coming   from   the   girl.   Not   when   fresh   wounds   were   left   open   to   bleed.   ❝   Sure,   put   a   silver   lining   on   death,   very   L.A.   ❞   It’s   been   hard   to   put   on   the   award   winning   smile   as   of   late,   but   rolling   icy   eyes   and   stony   features   won’t   do   any   good   either.   I   know   I’ve   come   off   harsh,   snappy   and   cold,   it’s   difficult   otherwise.   It’s   striking   what   interactions   the   human   brain   remembers   and   this   isn’t   the   lasting   impression   I   intend   to   leave.   ❝   Sorry,   super   uncalled   for.   Not   cool.   ❞   I   manage   a   weak   smile   that   I   hope   comes   off   as   apologetic,   and   take   a   deep   breath   that   runs   down   the   length   of   my   spine.   ❝   It’s   actually   kind   of   nice   to   hear   a   positive   take   on   it.   At   this   point   I’ll   take   anything   that’s   not   a   fake   hashtag   rip   on   a   three   second   Instagram   story.   ❞

[theydespise]

🤐

𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

⸻ ❝ . . . well , ❞ he says after a couple heavy beats of silence , unlacing fingers adorned with silver & holding nervous , flitting eyes with his . a crease dents the space between his eyebrows the way it always does when he's worried about her , though in trusting him with the plain , simple & painful truth about joey fucking donner , ease unties knots in his stomach . ❝ as if i didn't HATE the bastard enough . i should ruin his pretty boy face . ❞ a scoff , followed by an attempt to smooth it over with a smile . ❝ i s'pose your sister already took care of that , though . ❞ he tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear . ❝ i'm sorry , kat . i'm glad you told me . ❞

[theydespise]

“   what   the   heck   was   that  ?!   ”

𝙱𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙻𝙴𝙹𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙴: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻.

⸻ kat's query does nothing to stop the bob of his head to the rhythm of drums & guitar . he does furrow his brows -- as though explanation is obvious . ❝ accadacca ? ? y'know , AC/DC , the band we're listening to ? ❞ he really hams up the accent now . ❝ what's 'a mattah , shiela ? didja forget 'm from the land down undah ? ❞ he cracks himself up , bursts into a crooked smile . ❝ christ , a bloody DISGRACE t'the whole damn country is what i am . ❞