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caslavie·:

cas’ lips pressed against her jet black locks, stretching out the embrace a little longer. “i’m sorry i couldn’t make it out this year,” he told her. cas knew celine’s summers could be challenging to say the least, so over the past couple of years, he’d pulled enough money together to visit her in new york for a week or so. this year, money had been a little tight and he hadn’t been able to make it. “you’re here now - that’s the important thing here. ready to fuck shit up for one more year?” he asked with a grin, pulling away from the hug, though still holding tightly onto her hands.

“oh yeah.” she laughed airily. celine, on rare occasions could be filled with brightness. much like her namesake the veil of her shy personage could only be pulled back after many trails and tribulations. new york had been dull without him, as it always was. in paris the stars glowed more vividly, the coffee tasted more potent, and the kisses more tender. “you know me. always ready to cause trouble. i practically invented the rager.”

#〈 extensions of each other ☆ cassius 〉#〈 oh my dear dark child ☆ threads 〉

ollivcr·:

★・・ she could barely manage to look at him, and for some strange reason, oliver liked that. it’s true that he didn’t get along with everybody, but celine was the only one who seemed like she never had a fast remark to quip back at him.

“thanks for the recap, i was there.” he huffed, a scowl occupying his features. sometimes he wished he could forget that ever happened. not because it wasn’t good… but for so many other reasons. “professionalism only matters when it’s for a grade or an audience. correct me if I’m wrong, but neither of those apply right now. nobody’s gonna want to baby you when you graduate, you know.”

the lukewarm temperement of the wind suddenly feels less like soothing and more like a heavy pressure weighing upon her chest. her mind is heavy with restlessness and uncertain memories from that night long ago. celine sighs, the sound breathy and thin. her eyes take on the smallest twinge of sadness as she looks up at him. “i don’t know what happened between you and amelia but it’s-” she stops short, contemplating her next words. “i think of it as a mistake just as much as you do. it’s not something i’m proud of. and i’m not-i’m not being babied.”

#〈 oh my dear dark child ☆ threads 〉#〈 there's a menace in my bed ☆ oliver 〉

mrbenwyatt

#4 the gossip blog #〈 longs for sun and lays in the dark ☆ isms 〉

ccral·:

coral had decided to visit the tiny balcony she was told of that had amazing views. it was a stunning night and she didn’t want to miss out on the paris lights on an evening like this. once she noticed the other and realized she had startled her, she covered her mouth with her petite hand, chuckling. “hey, you don’t have to leave. i’m sure you’ll be great company.” she said with a grin, now leaning over the ledge. “but, on one condition– i can try some of that summer wine you’ve got.” she said with a playful wink, now glancing back at her.

her heart lightens at the girls presence, it teases out an ease in her that allows a breath (for a change). celine simmers with comfort, a small grin etching its way into her pale face. “i’m not really that good of company. but i’ll share with you.” she tops off her own glass handing it over to coral. grasping onto the temerity of alcohol she speaks again before she loses her nerve. “so are you happy we’re back at school? it’s kind of surreal huh.”

#〈 just wanna see you smile ☆ coral 〉#〈 oh my dear dark child ☆ threads 〉

boulcvcrse·:

ALEXANDRA felt the atmosphere shift as celine shuffled back and a pang of guilt stabbed her right in the gut. by now, she’s well aware of her fear-factor, and on most days she holds it proudly like some sort of sick trophy. but in the depths of the night, it is this that seems to trail behind her like a shadow. its this that so often has kept her from other people. ‘and what’s stopping you from breathing anywhere else?’ she asks pointedly, but she feels as if on some level sh might already understand.

celine steps back uncertain and clumsy like a newborn deer, her eyes tracing alexandra’s lithe frame. she exudes power, a level of confidence celine severely lacks. she sighs as the wind picks up around her and pulls her cardigan a little closer. “i mean i’m not-” she sighs again, unable to articulate the words she means. “i just like it up here okay. it’s a nice place to sit and think. i’ll leave.”

#〈 it tastes like understanding ☆ alexandra 〉#〈 oh my dear dark child ☆ threads 〉

rcdwines·:

STUMBLES on cold cement as he attempts to ascend the staircase; directing gangly limbs to lead one foot in front of the other never seemed so difficult until severely inebriated. has a joint tucked behind his ear & an almost-but-not-quite-empty bottle of red clutched between calloused fingers, obnoxiously patterned shirt unbuttoned to his belly button & his cheeks flushed with the kiss of pink —the PICTURE of intoxication. the cool air of a summer evening brushes the jut of his jawline immediately as he makes his entrance onto the roof, feels like he’s finally allowing himself to breathe as his lungs gulp in the breeze. and he doesn’t notice the femme until lips fall open & words roll from her tongue, raises a brow as he approaches with a stagger & takes a seat next to her. ( doesn’t ask for permission — never has & probably never will. )

“ not so fast !! — where else you gonna go ?? might as well STAY with me. ” wraps an uninvited arm around her petite frame, pulls her in close because affection has never been wasted when atticus is in possession of a drunken brain.

she freezes so quickly it seems as if time stops with her. one touch on her arm and her entire body stiffens to nothingness. celine frowns, eyebrows drawing a concerned crease. the heat of his body seems more overwhelming than inviting. “hi atticus.” she says, face impassive. slowly but surely she wriggles from his grasp. making her way backwards. celine has seen her fair share of drunk people and she’s not particularly tempted to sit around and watch atticus drool himself to sleep. “you should probably move back from the edge.”

#〈 it's a great big world out there ☆ atticus 〉#〈 oh my dear dark child ☆ threads 〉

malloryhq·:

mal took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air. sure, she basically lived on a beach, but california still had a… distinct smell. and paris was a fresh bright smell that almost acts like a balm across her frayed nerves. after the summer she’s had, she needed it. she had stopped at one of her favorite local bakeries, picking up a few macarons before heading to her dorm building. after throwing her bags in her room, she felt herself rushing for the stairs. this late in the night, nobody is ever on the room. the warm air is still cool enough for her to pull her denim jacket around herself. surprisingly she sees another person. “ oh, shit. no i’m sorry! i figured it was too late… i’ll just go. ” she mutters turning back to the door.

mallory is the embodiment of california eyes. with suntanned skin and bleach blonde hair, celine can’t really help but envy her. even as she stands in the balmy summer night, she finds herself wishing for more than paris. more than a taste of something, a real adventure, a new destination. when she looks at mallory, she thinks of all the places she must have seen. she doesn’t think she’s seen much more than the inside of her room in new york. “don’t!” celine interjects quickly. “i mean, i’m not opposed to sharing.”

#〈 my god this reminds me of when we were young ☆ mallory 〉#〈 oh my dear dark child ☆ threads 〉

suicide-pet

Send me asks n stuff and ill only be able to answer with "yes" or "no"

#DAMN IT EM NOW I GOTTA RB ANOTHER ONE

#

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

jujubee

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

let’s dance to joy division by the wombats

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[ sent → … ] i forgive you

[ sent → 11:10 am ] hey stop by my dorm. i have like 6 of your sweatshirts.

#judexxtsio #〈 fingers dipped in lemon juice ☆ answered 〉

#

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

hud-something

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

apple ringtone

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[ sent → 07/12/18 ] hey it’s celine yang

#hvdsvn #the story is she keeps forgetting his name but shes too scared to ask fhdjsfh #〈 fingers dipped in lemon juice ☆ answered 〉

⁇$♀

?? - a drunk text

[ sent → 1:15 am ] JUST SO YOU KNOW IVE SNEE YOU NAKEDN AND UR NOT HOT SHIT SO STOP BEI GN MEAN

[ sent → 11:16 pm ] but then again maybue u are hot?

[ sent → 11:03 pm ] or ARE YOU???????????

$ - an accidental text

[ sent → 4:57 pm ] i can’t tell if i want to kiss him or bash him over the head

♀ - a heartbreaking text

[ sent → 12:03 am ] for once can you just stop okay. yeah we fucked up but we can’t change the past. i already feel shitty, you’ve already accomplished making me feel like garbage, so just fucking quit it.

#ollivcr #〈 fingers dipped in lemon juice ☆ answered 〉

#

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

SCARY PERSON TREAD CAREFULLY

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

burnin for you by blue öyster cult

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[ sent → 8:34 am ] i can help with your essay, if you want.

#boulcvcrse #〈 fingers dipped in lemon juice ☆ answered 〉

⁇

?? - a drunk text

[ sent → 4:45 am ] OKAFY FIRST OF ALL, I HOPE U KNOW HOW FPRETTY U AREH PLEAS DALWAYS LOVEH YOURDLEF.

#boulcvcrse #〈 fingers dipped in lemon juice ☆ answered 〉

♀⁇

♀ - a heartbreaking text

[ sent → 2:19 am ] i’m so fucking tired of it serena. for once in my life i just wanna have the guts enough to be noticed but i’m not even enough for that. i could die and nobody would notice.

⁇ - a drunk text

[ sent → 11:03 pm ] FUCKGN SPACE. saturn has rings, what the DHIT?

#softvndgentle #〈 fingers dipped in lemon juice ☆ answered 〉#tw suicide #just in case

connectivitty-blog

cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including: - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone - my muse’s last text to your muse

#dj khaled vc ANOTHER ONE

rpmememaker

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

#AYE! ! !! !#I DIDNT MAKE A TAG FOR MEMES O WELL

ashbymeyer·:

he gave a short nod and flicked the ash from the end of his cigarette, looking over the skyline. he rarely slept, so he was often treated to views such as this, and it fed his soul. ❝ it’s easier to sneak booze here than you think, y’know. don’t gotta risk your life on the roof to do it. ❞

his brevity ran well with celine’s line of thought. she liked it, he was concise, not one for useless words, at least at this moment. celine carefully weighed every word she spoke, one false syllable and the entirety of her statement could take on an unintended meaning. “it’s not sneaking.” she said “just drinking... and thinking.”

#〈 down to solid ground ☆ ashby 〉#〈 oh my dear dark child ☆ threads 〉

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