#willow.start

[r3spair]

north texas university presents      the sound of music.      closed may 16th.

*˖➴            musical theatre      was not pearl’s preferred mode of entertainment.      it required an emotionality that she found hard to digest; left something sticky, pulsating in the pit of her.      and she was loath to sit among a crowd.      tonight, however, an exception would have to be made— an exception by the name of liesl, whose actress requested pearl be in attendance.      and we must show up for our students, or so she was once lectured.      but there was an issue.      “      no.      no, no.      ”      the doors appeared to be locked.

she pushes once, twice again, but they refuse to budge.      through the glass, she can see the foyer— empty, though its lights were on.      was she at the wrong entrance?      or, had she gotten her dates mixed up?      had the show long since started, and she was simply too late?      pearl tries to focus her hearing, so that she might glean any wisp of melody, but— nothing.      “      …      hello?      ”      feeble in her query, but she did not like to raise her voice.      and so, unsure of her next course, she stands there.      gawkily.      alone.

[r0ughcut]

 ›     𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬   :    open    (    accepting.    )                𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛   :    bath    +     body     works.

                  ⋆◞⃕         𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲   overpriced   ,   utterly   soulless   gift   over   in   his   calloused   hand.   glossy   pink   packaging   ,   ribbons   ,   some   silly   fragrance   name   stamped   across   the   front   that   meant   absolutely   fuck   all   to   him.   “   i   mean   …   it’s   pink.   girls   like   that   sorta   shit   ,   right   ?   ”   he   muttered   ,   shrugging   one   shoulder   as   he   glanced   sideways   at   them.   then   ,   with   a   low   scoff   “   don’t   look   at   me   like   that   ,   i   ain’t   exactly   known   for   givin’   heartfelt   presents.   "   he   shoved   the   box   toward   them   slightly.   “   you’re   supposed   to   be   helpin’   me   here   ,   not   judgin’   me.   ”

[unden1ables]

#𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋  ››  ft.  imani location:  sip  &  paint,  rooftop  of  marea,  morning. status:  open  for  replies

surrounded  by  old  hens  and  willowglen's  finest  for  beatniks  that  wore  spurs,  imani  felt  like  …  water.  maybe  it  was  thc  in  her  bloodstream  or  the  sponsored  wine  being  passed  around  like  communion  wafer,  but  felt  fine  in  an  environment  that  would  usually  have  her  needing  to  take  multiple  smoke  bathroom  breaks.  ❝  is  your  banana  looking  like  it  has  ED  a  metaphor  or  …  ❞  she  whispers,  leaned  over  to  the  person  next  to  her,  tongue  against  inner  part  of  her  cheek  but  she  can't  restraint  the  megawatt  smile  on  her  face.  ❝  i  know  they  say  this  this  isn't  a  competition,  but  i  did  hear  whispering  of  whoever  has  the  best  drawing  gets  free  wine  for  a  month,  so—  ❞  was  she  lying  out  her  ass?  completely.  ❝  … but  maybe  your  flaccid  banana  will  be  seen  as  avant  garde.  ❞

[coyotetm]

* ⭒ . 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : 𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚 .

the din of people chatting in the darkened room , a singer crooning onstage , a haze of cigar smoke hanging in the air . . . brooks counts his blessings , lazily leaning against the bar at the amber lounge . he arrived into town late , his work trip to nyc coinciiding with the town's rodeo . but he doesn't mind ⸺ he's been to rodeos a MILLION times , his grandfather having been a land developer in the south for decades , but he'd rather be at the bar , anyway . he sips his negroni , the third of the night amongst other pick - me - ups , as his eyes roam lazily over the room , finally landing upon a familiar pair across the room . a curt smile , a lazy nod , and suddenly he's pushing himself off the bar and sidling up next to them , his large frame squeezing itself into the space beside them . " not a rodeo FAN , huh ? " he teases , knowing it likely they were at the rodeo at some point , " i couldn't give less of a fuck about it . i'd rather be right here , " he smiles , leaning in to raise his glass and cheers against theirs .

[texanheart]

WHO: Anyone! (Capped as of May 7th!) WHERE: Outside Frank's or any other establishment that makes sense!

Needing a moment of fresh air and a break from all the poor attempts at subtle glances his way, he cursed himself for coming back here. He had enough funds to go and do his own thing, but what that exactly was...Grayson had no fucking clue. The Morgan name was a hefty one to carry, and with it came pros and cons. For some unfortunate reason, he only ever had the negatives attached to his name as if he was cursed from the womb for his own father's folly. His name  was great with all the accolades that came with his career, and now he was the poor Morgan boy who threw it all away. "Hey...long time no see. How's it going?" 

[lovehards]

⌗   𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋   ,       amara & beau's house @ redbud manor   . 

"  i  swear  this  stupid  thing  is  trying  to  kill  me  ,  "  sound  of  latex  balloons  rubbing  against  each  other  makes  her  skin  crawl  ,  unsure  of  just  how  and  more  importantly  why  she'd  thought  the  matter  of  her  own  birthday  would  be  any  reason  to  test  just  how  far  the  limits  of  her  own  diy  skills  were  willing  to  go  .  another  attempt  at  fastening  the  balloon  earning  her  nothing  other  than  a  sharp  pop  as  rubber  shards  fly  across  her  backyard  .  then  comes  the  groan  ,  a  guttural  one  ,  barely  silenced  by  the  hand  that  drags  across  her  face  in  agony  before  she  lets  the  rest  of  her  body  flop  back  onto  the  grass  .  "  how  come  your  side  looks  so  much  better  than  mine  ?  "  .  .  .  "  did  you  set  me  up  ?  "(  𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽  ) 

[leavesbeh1nd]

›     𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂    :    open to 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 responses !! now closed! ›     𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :  the carnival @ the county fair.

"ah, i won!" eilis says, just before the carnie shakes his head at her. she tilts her own — all of the milk bottles are on the ground, so how could she possibly not have won one of those giant teddy bears? this has to be some kind of scam. perhaps it'll be the piece she pitches at work this week, to find out how much they're stealing right out of their paying customers' pockets, "what do you mean i lost? they're all on the ground!" she makes a horrified and shocked face when he responds, telling her: what he says, goes. she turns to the next person in line immediately, "you saw that, right? i can't believe he's trying to say i didn't win!"

[f0rgetme]

  ❛            ⅋          𝐢.       𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧    𝐟𝐨𝐫    𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞       ━         setting    description    :    event   one   ,   the  rodeo.

        🦢       ﹕       ʚɞ          the  wide  brim  of  her  hat  casts  a  careful  shadow  across  her  face  ,  its  edge  softened  only  by  the  single  bloom  pinned  there.  cut  that  morning  from  her  own  garden.  the  rodeo  stretches  out  before  her  in  all  its  noise  and  dust.  a  tradition  willow  glen  insists  on  calling  unchanged.  though  vivienne  has  lived  long  enough  to  know  better.  time  refuses  to  preserve  things  ,  it  loosens  them.  it  softens  standards  ,  invites  a  kind  of  carelessness  she  has  never  quite  learned  to  tolerate.  “it  used  to  be  different  ,”  she  says.  “people  understood  what  it  meant  to  be  seen.  even  here.” 

her  gaze  drifts  before  settling  on  the  person  beside  her.  she  takes  them  in  the  way  one  might  assess  a  room  ,  noting  every  detail  without  appearing  to  linger  too  long  in  any  one  place.  there  is  a  faint  pause  ,  the  suggestion  of  something  almost  like  a  smile  ,  though  it  never  reaches  her  eyes.  “sunday  best  ,  always  ,”  vivienne  continues  ,  tilting  her  head  just  slightly.  “it  was  less  about  the  occasion  and  more  about  the  respect  one  had  for  it.”  another  glance  ,  sharper  this  time  ,  though  still  impeccably  polite.  “now  …”  she  lets  the  word  rest  between  them  ,   “it  seems  anything  will  suffice.”