* modern loneliness

i'm getting rid of all my clothes i don't wear i think i'm gonna cut my hair 'cause these days, i don't feel like me, mm i think i'm gonna take a break from alcohol probably won't last that long but lord knows i could use some sleep, mm changes they might drive you half insane but it's killing you to stay the same but it's all gonna work out it's all gonna work out someday moments living with your eyes half open you've been thinking 'bout these changes it's all gonna work out it's all gonna work out someday

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ofsingersandsaints‌:

The longer Colie found herself in Misty Hollow, the more faces she seemed to remember. There was a long period of time where she ridiculed anyone who stayed in Misty. For a teenager yearning to see the world the tiny town seemed more like a cage. When she had finally got her freedom she found herself missing the small streets. Now there she was, back in her hometown without her parents or her husband. But she was back in her old house, at least for a few hours a day. Today she had been checking on breakfast when one of their long-term residents flagged her down. He was also a former classmate, so of course Colie was going to talk to him. “I’m off to go to the grocery store, actually. Someone has to feed me too.” Colie said with a laugh. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you. If you’d like I can take you on a tour of the main house. There’s a couple rooms open for the next few days if you’d like to see them.”

                   staying at the hotel somehow makes it feel like he’s not really in misty. though not exactly in hollywood either. it’s some sort of middle ground, a purgatory where he’s forced to ponder over his mistakes and loose ends back in his home town, too afraid to walk the streets with the same ease he did before. ethan feels tainted by the glamour, blinded by futile and selfish endeavors ... and being back, if anything, only makes him feel humbled. in comparison, he’s probably never worked half as hard as most of the folks in misty, yet certainly has a lot more to show for it. the fact he’s paying indefinitely for a cabin at colie’s resort a proof of the mater. “funny you should say that, because my mom actually asked me to pick some things up too... she refuses to order dinner, it goes against everything she stands for. in the bronson family dinner is a sacred, home cooked affair,” and as he speaks, the male attempts not to dwell on the memory of his late father. “would you like a ride?” presenting the offer, he finishes his coffee and grabs his jacket. “i’d love a tour ! i heard you have a fantastic piano in some kind of big music hall ... and a movie theatre? there were a lot of rumors about this place when we were growing up.” 

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ofsingersandsaints‌:

Oh, Mallory. One of Sophie’s most entertaining students. She could never really tell when she was being serious or not, so she always kept an eye on her just in case. “You can’t make it today though you’re already here?” She questioned with an arch of her bow. They both leaned on the counter as Sophie scrolled though the pages. At Mal’s suggestion, Sophie looked over at her slowly. If she tried Sophie could easily take her down, but it was an idea. “I think we should keep the violence to a minimum in the yoga studio, yeah?” Soph gave her a light laugh before she looked back at the charts. “Yeah, it looks like I have an opening for the class tomorrow. It’s a lunch hour one so there will be food.”

                “aren’t you smart, huh? you tots’ thought you had me there, sophs,” squinting her eyes and smiling with amusement, she nods at the attempt to catch her fleeting an appointment. which, in the other’s defense, is totally something she would do. it just happened not to be the case this time. “i agreed to work an extra shift so someone could take the day off ... i’m such an angel, aren’t i?” a nonchalant, sarcastic shrug follows her words before a chuckle eventually comes past her lips as well. mal can hardly keep a straight face for too long. “hey, it was just an idea --- i know you’re all trained and shit, but being the owner of the place you could be afraid of scaring off the clientele. me, on the other hand? i ain’t got no issue shaking down the yoga pants out of those housewives,” and if you’re not as deranged as she is, you’d think she’s kidding. she’s not. “there’s classes with food? how the fuck didn’t i know that? literally sign me up for all the lunch classes here on out.” 

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femmefatclle‌:

His words echoed inside of Elienna’s head a long while after the man had stopped talking. Dark eyes followed almost every move of his lips, yet all of it still seemed like a well constructed illusion that had its hidden agenda somewhere in the fine print. But as her hand reached out to take the sheet from him, the illusion slowly started to fade away. Looking at the rough draft, the young woman realised that this wasn’t even getting close to what she envisioned her future to be. Before meeting him, this was never part of the plan, yet now it seemed as if she was ready to embrace the idea, because he believed in her; and not only that, but maybe he was seeing something that was well since suppressed inside of her. Elienna always knew that her ability of being able to blend in came with a natural acting instinct, but this… was a surprise even for her. “I got to say, the heavy, dark vibe is definitely something that hits home for me, and I can relate to it in a way that… I just feel seduced, if that makes sense”, finally replied the redhead, lifting her head from the paper. There was indeed a doubt in her look, but also something new and different; an idea, a feeling and a desire all in one, brewing deep within her chest as she locked eyes with him. “I’ve told you this before, but I never imagined taking this path. As I grew up, people always told me that I have the pretty face that will work for photoshoots and I never really had the chance to look beyond that. Being in this town, it took that from me and now having us here, its… surreal. It kind of makes me terrified that I’d let you down in some way and you’re just… being too good to me.”

                   he didn’t do this often. sure ethan liked to give opportunities to people under the radar as must as he could, so long as he deemed them talented enough. but elienna wasn’t even on the radar. she wasn’t an actress, had absolutely no stage or set experience. on paper this was an absolute shot in the dark that could very easily back fire ... putting all his blood, sweat and tears into a project and offering it on a silver platter to someone with no resumé? it was a risk yet, for a reason he couldn’t quite explain, the male felt it in his bones that it was the right thing to do. there was an aura of darkness to her, a pulsing attraction to which he couldn’t help gravitate towards. not to mention, she was absolutely stunning. “i can tell ... i don’t mean to pry, but you seem like someone who’s been through a lot. and that energy, being able to channel that into a role like this --- that’s the kinda shit most actors can’t do, because they don’t have any real trauma to draw from,” words flow with enthusiasm, his passion and knowledge of the craft quite clear from his speech. ethan can’t put a number on the amount of people he’s considered for the part over the years of developing it in his head. no-one’s ever felt more suitable for it than her. and for all he knew, she deserved the chance to shine, the chance to get out of misty and make something of herself ... dreams he can very well recall having, too. “don’t get me wrong, you are beautiful, but it’s not just that. it’s the way you speak, the way you stand, the way you present yourself ... your poise, your effortless charm. it’s alluring. i don’t know many actresses that have that without faking it,” sincerity is delivered with ease, shoulders raising and falling in a shrug that means to convey just how tired he is of fabricated hollywood stars. “you’re real, ella. you can’t train that. and as long as you stay true to it, you won’t fail me.” 

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ofsingersandsaints‌:

Maeve leaned forward a bit as she watched the other woman expertly throw her drink together. She made it look effortless, but Maeve knew she would crack under that job. She was much better suited for the bookstore. Her smile got wider when the drink was presented to her with a little pink umbrella. “Thank you!” After a sip, Maeve deemed it a bit stronger than she normally could handle but still delicious. “I haven’t been here alone before. I’m Maeve.” She desperately hoped the lights in the room were too dim for her to see the blush growing on her cheeks.

                     mallory should probably cut the conversation short and tend to other clients, go get orders from people she could tell from her peripheral view that they’d been waiting a while. but for some reason, the girl was taken by the brunette, mal suddenly interested in making small talk. which wasn’t a matter she often had the patience for. “maeve... that’s an interesting name. i’m mallory,” extending her hand, her hues scrutinize the other to the best of her capacity. she really is cute. “why are you flying solo tonight? don’t tell me a stupid boyfriend stood you up, or somethin’”

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havocccd‌:

he should have known better then to start up a conversation with mallory. she always looks at him like she’s ready to eat him. it’s ALARMING . he doesn’t know what to do with someone like her . it makes him FLUSTERED and unsure . he can’t tell if she’s making fun of him or not. he huffs out a slightly uneasy laugh at her words. they SOUND sarcastic . but also - that seems to be mallory’s overall schtick. god . she’s so pretty , and OUTGOING that it makes sid profusely nervous . even more then he already is , constantly.  “ i - hey - c'mon now - me - that’s not . . what i meant . “ he lets out awkwardly , before shaking his head. “ — you’re making fun of me , aren’t you ? “ he’s all too used to it . by people in high school , INTERVIEWERS , anybody and everybody . he’s an easy target and he knows it . sid offers her a smile though , before ducking his head , and messing up his hair . another NERVOUS HABIT .

                     she’s hardly known for her honorable intentions and whatever goal mal has set in her head in regards to sid is no different. call her crazy ( you wouldn’t be first and certainly not last ), but she’s always dreamt of hooking up with a rockstar. a casual fling on a filthy tour bus with no privacy or the old sofa at a backstage dressing room are some of the places she’s envisioned, though none of them attainable with her current budget ... being a groupie must be fun and all when you have the money to get yourself in those situations in the first place. unfortunately, a couple hundred dollars for concert or festival tickets is just not something she can spare at the moment, so the fact misty somehow is entitled to its very own music god ? it’s a play field for her. “ i’m not making fun of you, idiot, i’m agreeing with you ... it’s not like you’re some country singer from texas with a taste for incest, for fuck’s sake.” in her head, that argument sounded bullet proof. “ you’re from here. the fuck is wrong with them to think you’d get back in town and kill a kid right after ? you’d have to be the world’s worst kidnapper-killer. ” and she almost takes it too far, almost implies he could kidnap her anytime ... yet refrains from doing so in fear of scaring sid away right when she’s finally reached through to him. 

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hclyghxst‌:

her eyes moved from ethan’s head to his toes, and then all the way back up to his eyes. they hadn’t seen much from each other since… since. but somehow she didn’t mind. faith had grown quite detached when it came to sex– that’s what it was, and nothing else. but they had been friends for quite a long time, quite the life time even, so she had to admit, she appreciated him coming all the way up to her. had it been someone else in her shoes, well, faith wasn’t sure she would have had the guts to show up. “are you into prostitution now, ethan?” she responded, her eyes still swollen from crying too much, but her sense of humor was somewhere hidden in her still. 

don’t, please don’t, i don’t want to– “oh,” faith looked at him, then found herself staring at the bottle of cheap booze she remembered a little too well. “actually, yes. yes, please.” she smiled softly. “come on in, i’ll…. bring the glasses. we’re classier than we were before.”

               what happened between him and faith was unexpected. sure they had a brief fling as kids, but it hardly went beyond holding hands and giving hesitant, child-like pecks to each other. nothing romantic ever arose since and, in his understanding, it never would ... except it did, and while both of them seemed to have dealt with the subject in quite a humorous capacity, it left ethan unsure of how to proceed from there. how to address her about henry going missing. how to be a helping hand, a friend, like he’d been in the past on so many occasions. the easiest answer is almost always the correct one, which would explain his unannounced visit. “if this is payment for the other night, i’m afraid i’m gonna have to charge interest,” a smile makes an appearance, his eyes taking notice of how her features looked tired, a red tint in her cheeks and hues. “glasses, uh? can’t believe it’s taken us twenty years to think of that,” getting inside, he closes the door behind him and sets the bottle on the table by the couch, waiting for faith to return. “do you remember the last time we drank this? it was that night, of the bonfire ... we fooled alice into drinking it too by pouring it into her soda when she wasn’t looking.” 

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hclyghxst‌:

“why do people think i don’t give a fuck about anything?” sai asked out loud, though it was mostly for himself, or just to exclaim something about the irony of his life. all his life had cared for someone, his mother, laura, make a whole damn list. perhaps his methods weren’t quite the best ones to show care, but he knew in himself he had. “i did not say that either,” he smirked, waving at the man, then flipping him off. “straight vodka?” he quirked an eyebrow. “i’ll have a double.”

                  “well, do you give a fuck ... about me?” once aired, the question comes out a lot more serious than she’d intended it to. it definitely sounded better in her head, perhaps as some kind of gag, but ended up seeming like she’s some insecure little girl looking for his affections. it only goes to show, how much the whole situation was taking a toll on mallory, since otherwise she wouldn’t be caught dead asking that kind of thing. not to him, anyway. “hey, c’mon ! i’ll have you know, he’s my best costumer,” she protests as a reaction to his gesticulation at the man she’d mentioned, hoping the heaviness of her prior query would dissipate with a chuckle. “how about some shots instead, you wuss? i dare you ... double dare you.” 

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ofsingersandsaints‌:

It was almost unfair. At this point Maeve didn’t know if she was just starved for attention or if all of the women in that town were just beautiful. This particular bartender already had her pinned and seemed to know exactly what to say to get a blush out of her. “U-umm, that sounds really good.” She’d had a sex on the beach before so she already knew she liked it. “Thanks.”

                    “comin’ right up,” throwing the brunette one last once over, mal then turns her back on the new comer and begins preparing her drink, tossing the necessary liquors inside a tall cup half filled with ice. a slice of orange and a pink umbrella on top to finish it off. placing the drink in front of her, she watches the other’s demeanor attentively, trying to perceive what she thought of the beverage. mallory might not be the most exemplary employee, but she does try her best to please the clients she finds worthy of her time. “what’s your name, cutie? i don’t think i’ve seen you around here before ... i’d remember that pretty face.” 

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mistysmoons‌:

“‘okay’ is a pretty broad term considering the circumstances, don’t you think?” she asked, her voice sweet as ever. there was never an ounce of bitterness in anything she ever said, especially when she was talking to ethan. and, as she took the bottle from his hand, she couldn’t help but smile. a true, honest smile, that she didn’t know she still had left in her. only he would be able to do that with nothing but a simple ta da. she poured out the contents into the glasses, and walked them over to the couch. sitting down and waiting for him to join her. “are you ordering the pizza or should i?” it was rare for alice to indulge, and if she said she was hungry she’d be lying, she hadn’t had an appetite since the bonfire. but there was something about tradition she just couldn’t let go of. and something told her ethan would force her to eat anyway. 

                  “it might be a broad term, but you still managed to avoid the question,” his brows quirk upwards, meaning to convey that he’s more than aware of her attempt not to answer, yet that he’s not interested in being left in the dark in regards to her well being. ethan can imagine what her response would be, should she provide it or not, but he would rather hear it first hand and counter with empathy. or be a shoulder to cry on. “gosh, when was the last time we had pizza and cheap wine, uh? i’ll make the call,” sitting at the other end of the couch with his glass in one hand, his free digits reach for his phone and type out the number of the local pizza delivery, which he still knows by heart. he orders their usual, in the largest size they offer despite how his better judgment tells him alice probably isn’t too hungry. “how is faith in the middle of all this? i’ve been meaning to talk to her, but i wouldn’t even know what to say.” 

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heyblakehenley‌:

Blake was absently wiping the inside of a freshly washed glass, still a little hot to the touch after it left the dishwasher minutes beforehand. The recent news had left everybody in town a little worse for wear, most of them unsure of just how to react to such a sudden, though arguably anticipated tragedy. Blake hadn’t known Henry nor the Fritz family but it didn’t make his untimely death any less chilling. In such a small town, it was difficult to resist invasive thoughts about the culprit. Shit, Blake thought, they could be sitting in the bar right now for all he knew.

He was drawn from his thoughts by the sound of his co-worker’s voice, addressing one of the patron’s that remained at the bar, despite the rest of the place being a little more vacant than usual. He smiled sweetly at her gesture, warmed by the generosity and silently hoping Lucky didn’t want to kick their asses for that sorta thing. 

“Not a bad idea,” he agreed, setting the glass on the countertop now that it was dry, “One for you and me too, huh?” he suggested. “How are you feeling?” he asked curiously, wondering how his companion was coping with recent events.

             things had been mostly quiet all day. at the bar, around the whole town. you would expect a place that sells a variety of remedies to buzz out tormenting thoughts and general anxieties to fill to the brim on the cusp of this type of event. yet only the regular faces made an appearance, sticking around while a handful of occasional comers stopped by for a drink.  everyone seemed to be processing the news at home which, in some capacity, she could understand. but mal hated the silence, hated not being stretched thin at the bar for it allowed too big an opening for her mind to drift. and while she trying her best to keep herself occupied, the girl was starting to run out of ideas. “how about three for me and one for you?” she jokes, reaching for a glass similar to the one he just placed on the counter and filling them both with just about a shot of whisky each ... perhaps two shots on hers. “i’m just like--- y’know, kind of ... blaah. this whole thing is --- well, like ... fucking awful,” stumbling on her own words, her hands try to compensate for the incoherence of her speech by motioning along, though not proving much further enlightenment. “cheers?” she asks, raising her glass. 

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ohcnnes‌:

absently anne picked at a drink napkin as she sat at the bar. empty glass in front of her and arguably too many thoughts behind bright blue eyes. of course, no one deserved to die and everyone deserved to grieve. but a child certainly didn’t deserve what had happened to him, such a cruel a fate. and anne felt entirely guilty for grieving him. she didn’t know him, she didn’t know his family, she had only scratched the top of the iceberg when it came to knowing the town at all but still the tragedy made her heart ache. she didn’t know why henry had even been brought to the hospital, he’d been dead long before arrival. but she supposed if she were a mother, a hospital could be easier to take in than a morgue. 

mal’s voice pulled her from her thoughts and she met her eyes with a small smile. “ hey, ” she greeted in return. anything less or anything more would feel rude, so she toed the line of polite and respectful even with someone she had come to know like mal. she sat up a little straighter at offer, eyes flicking to her boss at the other end of the bar for a moment before she leaned in. ever the queen of subtlety, “ don’t tell me i look that pathetic right now, god, ” she joked, lips halfway forming into a pout. leaning back again she pulled wallet from purse, she continued “ i can get it, and whatever you want too– no sense getting in trouble, ” well aware that mallory probably wouldn’t get in trouble if it was just for her, but wanting to do it anyway. usually she’d keep herself on a fairly strict budget, but if ever there was a night to break it, it felt like tonight.

                  mallory could tell that anne too seemed to be affected by the terrible news, from the way she had been fidgeting with a half decent small square of napkin, the words lucky’s tavern engraved in small lettering on one of the corners. and unlike the other’s worries, there wasn’t anything pathetic about it. it’s only human to be taken aback by such a sudden and incomprehensible event ... in a way, it was good that neither of them could fathom how and why something like that had happened to such a little boy, for it meant that maybe mal’s moral compass wasn’t so broken after all. just in need of some calibrating, in regards to other matters. “ not pathetic. just ... like you’re thinking about what i’m thinking. what everyone’s thinking, ” shoulders raise into a nonchalant shrug, not wanting to delve too much into the topic, yet still wanting to make it clear she shared in the same feeling. “ no no, c’mon. tell you what, it’s out of my tab ---- if that makes it better. i get an employee discount, ” tilting her head whilst waiting for an answer, the girl then takes a swig of the beer she’d already been drinking for a while. “ either way, i’m pretty sure my boss is in a less strict mood today. i also might or might not be his favorite, and that must count for somethin’. ” 

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havocccd‌:

OPEN STARTER ! — @mistystarters​

“ I KNOW THEY’RE JUST DOING THEIR JOB . “ sid’s facial hair is scraggly and messy, and his eyes are hooded. he’s TIRED. stayed up all night . “ and i . . you know . . commend them for their service. but , i still can’t believe misty hollow police told me to ‘ not leave town for a little while ‘ . “ his smile is slightly wry as he repeats their words. “ i thought that was only something people said in movies .” sid also never really thought he’d be in this type of situation - but he’s ‘ new in town ‘, and a boy has just died . of course, it doesn’t look good. it’s all very BIZARRE. but, do the police really not realise that sid used to LIVE HERE , too ? that DRIP N DRY used to be where him and the guys would sit , on their gameboys ? that sid used to eat at CAPTAIN CATH every friday for dinner, with his family, too ? he isn’t just ANYONE . this used to be HIS HOME, too.

                 mallory listens attentively, curiosity peaked by the semblance of uneasiness he’s showcasing. she usually can’t draw that many words from him without feeling like he’s about to run as fast as he can, almost as if he could sense her ulterior motives from a mile away. but this time around, sid seems to have deemed her worthy of his venting. for whatever reason it might be, she sure isn’t complaining. “ they WHAT? that is absolutely ridiculous. those detectives must’ve seen one too many episodes of csi, ” she could be feigning her surprise to appear more sincere, yet her words were nothing if not truthful. the girl really was shocked with the notion the police could have any sort of suspicion about his involvement in the terrible tragedy that had shaken the town. “ as if they don’t know who you are? imagine being that disrespectful, ” an attempt at comic relief is implemented, features displaying a half smile to indicate so. 

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❛ ✯ ┋ closed starter for ella ( @femmefatclle​ )◞

location: his office at reel tide cinema !

                "trust me, i wouldn’t be doing this if i didn’t think you have potencial,” hues arise from the paper in between his digits, black ink circling around the information he deemed most essential for her to note out of the lot, at the time. it’s mostly a rough draft, a work in progress of what he envisions her character to be like, act like, dress like. a general idea of what agreeing to do this with him would entail. “i like to give chances to new talent since, well ... i was a new talent once too and i wish someone would’ve given me more chances. that i didn’t have to fight for everything on my own,” he confesses, a hopeful smile taking over his features before he hands her the fact sheet. “i’ve had this movie script in my head for years and i never went though with it because i couldn’t find a good lead ... you’re my lead, ella. you’re exactly what i’ve been looking for.”

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rissa & mal @takecarc

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mal, what's something that scares you ?

         “ on a real note ? dying being alone. i don’t know, i guess just because i act like i’m hot shit doesn’t mean i don’t need some actual human interactions sometimes. that don’t just revolve around sex and superficial shit. shocker, right? ... this is stupid. ” 

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ethan , what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?

              “ i’m not one to kiss and tell, but ... this hollywood a lister once talked me into bondage. it was a tricky situation, to say the least. i won’t name names, but it’s for sure someone you wouldn’t expect to have those kinks. ”