— so far gone

I’m the k i n g of catastrophies.

[cruelladetrillaa]

[underage--tragedy]

The house was lively today --- well… livelier than Mark was used to. He’d expected to come downstairs, maybe find his parents getting ready for work, but instead he was greeted with a group of sorority girls exiting their rooms and a redecorated hallway with just a few more doors than he could remember. After finding that both the kitchen and living room were occupied by a even more unfamiliar faces, Mark decided to get the hell out and go visit his buddy a few houses down in hopes that he could make some sense of the situation.

Slipping his hand out from the pocket of his hoodie, the lost soul reached for the handle of the front door to open, and exited the house contemplating this curious case. Upon approaching the gate entrance, he went for the handle --- only to be promptly teleported back into the house reaching for the front door’s handle, rather, once more. He opened the door and exited the house without a second thought, crossing the front lawn and reached to open the gate entrance again…

                                                                                                  ˗ˏˋ poof. ˎˊ˗

This went on for three more times with Mark only experiencing a mild case of déjà vu --- though on the sixth attempt, light blue hues caught glimpse of someone on the sidewalk who seemed to be looking his way, and as he noticed they were staring, he stared back as he crossed the lawn. Pausing before slipping his hands out of his pockets, the impatient teen snapped at the other once he reached the gate.

                          “ You need something? ”

[c-h-i-c-l-e-t-e-s]

[senseigatica]

[trvorphilips]

[wordsnquotes]

I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Babylon Revisited” (via wordsnquotes)

[hoinne]

[grrungeblog-blog]

[underage--tragedy]

Eden, Eliza, Elijah, Ria, Emerson, Rosalie?

send 6 characters/people and i’ll tell you who i would;

do the sexy love™ with: eden. yeah. she’s a fuckin’ masterpiece, if you ask me. so, like i mean… i wouldn’t say no if she wanted to suck my dick or anything.

sacrifice myself for: elijah, probably. i mean, i don’t know, he’s cool. why not.

kick: rosalie. not because i have a crush on her and don’t know what the fuck else to do or anything. i mean, it wouldn’t be hard. just like a fuckin’ tap on the ankle to get her out of the way to the fridge or something.

take to prom: emerson. uh, because she’s kinda hot.

abandon in jurassic park: eliza, i guess. only because i don’t really know who else to put down here.

push off a bridge: uh… ria? i mean i guess. she just gives off weird vibes. kind of makes me feel weird. i don’t know.

( @edensommers, @elizabuchanan, @elijahwebb, @strxngemagic, @emerson-reid, @rosalie–johnson )

[teenangst018]

[eyebagdehaan]

[notsomesillyschoolgirl]

[underage--tragedy]

There’s a--… T-There was a spider on your, uh… your back.

[elijahwebb]

Feeling a set of eyes on him, Elijah turned around, brows lifted up in curiosity. The spirit’s eyes landed on the fellow ghostly teen, not wanting to look away. A part in the lanky brunet considered trying to push a hand through the blonde, one pale hand already extending out, though he quickly brought it back, fingers clutching his shirt. He had seen the kid before, covered in blood, but just as he thought he saw him back? He vanished.

Maybe he actually existed, maybe he was a figment of Eli’s imagination. The poltergeist had difficulties deciphering either one.

“…. Are you really here…?” The brunet asked after a moment, brown eyes unwavering as he stared at Mark.

[underage--tragedy]

Regardless of his opposite’s movements, expressions, Mark remained silent, still, with his eyes stuck --- though at the question, the blue-eyed teen’s focus flickered. His gaze stayed on the brunette as the muscles in his face began to reanimate. He was finally moving… like a real boy. It was as if Elijah had said the magic words. With furrowed brows, the blonde began to blink; his eyes dry from staring. “I don’t know,” he voiced after a beat, subtly shaking his head. “Are you?”

[coral-branson]

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, Coral turned around to find a boy staring at her. “Are you umm… you okay?” She asked, not sure if he was just spacing out.

[underage--tragedy]

“…What?” Mark voiced after a long, quiet pause, perking his brows as so. Deep blue hues stared across the kitchen at the girl --- an empty look in his expression. He’d heard what she’d said, but didn’t feel like answering just then. “Oh. Yeah,” he suddenly concluded, shaking his head and looking away. Shifting in his seat, he brought his arm up to rest his elbow on the table and moved his thumb to his mouth. Parting his lips slightly, the damaged teen began to scratch at the sides of his nail with teeth in an aggravated manner.

[graffitiidheart]

….Dude…could ya not?

[underage--tragedy]

Hearing his opposite’s request, Mark flinched; his shoulders tensed in a brief, subtle spasm as though he’d just been spooked. Slowly and awkwardly, he complied, and forced his eyes to drift as far as they could off to the side, keeping still in his seat at the table all the while --- before he blinked and suddenly looked down. Finally shifting his posture, he parted his lips and dropped his head forward. Moving his hand up to the back of his head, he slowly began to scratch as he stared down at the tabletop like a zombie.

[strxngemagic]

[underage--tragedy]

…Nope, she’s real.

[underage--tragedy]

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