unprodigal daughter.

[vnprodigal]

this is probably one of the only times maddy will ever actively seek out faith; the reason not completely known to her but mostly due to needing some sort of spiritual validation. her time with her dad’s side of the family was both refreshing and reflective, the latter more than anything. she didn't feel like the epitome she was having was something she could bring up to jay, drea or kat. the most depressed she'd let herself be around them is when she lost a baggy of pills.

maddy hates to consider herself an anxious person, but as she fidgets with a gold ring that’s wrapped around her pointer finger she can’t help but realize her nerves were starting to get the best of her when she approached C1. and for what, exactly? the fear of one of her friends catching her chatting it up with a girl she’d mock when her back was turned? or maybe the idea of talking too much that faith’s only response is damning her to hell. rightfully so. there was truth to the rumor that she'd drop to her knees for a simple dime bag.

one arm is used to hold a textbook against her chest, while the opposite hand knocks at the door hoping that whoever answers it is, in fact, faith.  she didn't give the residents inside the room much time to answer before she moves closer to the door and begins to speak into it. "it's maddy." she calls in, as if that fact alone was enough for someone to swing open the door.     /  @faithfullymckay

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unbeknownst to faculty, maddy has made the executive decision that since she wasn’t involved in any of the violence, she’ll do the absolute minimum of their selected groups. her gloves remain mostly clean, only specs of dirt at the tip where she patted down whatever was already planted. the sunhat she was given worn worn comfortably and with pride, she’s practically lounging on the ground, palms holding up her weight as she merely watches the rest of her classmates, kat in particular, garden.

“i don’t want to be one of those people who talk about their vacation all of the time,”   there’s a but hanging in the air whenever maddy extends her full arm to show off in front of her friend.  “i totally tanned, like i’m a little red right now but as soon as i start peeling off i’ll probably be like a 2009 trisha paytas.”  if maddy gathered anything from the recurring whispers throughout the halls of broadripple, it’s that this is havprobably the very least of kat’s concerns. however, it was incredibly high on maddy’s list of concerns.  “oh and i have a cousin that knows a guy who can get me a new fake for a decent price, so no more trying to steal altar wine and chalices for me. amsterdam and tequila only in this bitch!”     /  @ofkatherinebishop​

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onesmolpaul‌:

Paul stomped into the dining hall, rubbing sleep from her eyes and haphazardly running her fingers through her hair when she noticed one of the nuns already frowning at her usual unkempt mane. But hey, it was a very clean mane.

It was cutting it close to the end of breakfast, so most tables were already full. But that wasn’t a problem for Paul, who never backed down from the opportunity to go bug some stranger or acquaintance and wear them down until they became her friends. But there was no need for that, since there was a spot right next to Maddy. She hadn’t seen the other Fenwick in a bit, but she had heard the rumors and decided to go along with it, whether it was true or not.

So she plopped next to her, shoveling spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth. “So, was it a girl or a demogorgon? Can I sign your stretchmarks? Do you still have control of your bladder?”

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whether it was on purpose or not, maddy’s mother conveniently left out all of the work she’d have to do to catch up to her peers after her two week vacation when she proposed the idea.   imagine her surprise when she was greeted back with assigned papers rather than a welcome back banner; not like she deserved any less, but maddy liked to think she made some sort of dent on broadripple to warrant at least a cupcake.

with her mind fully occupied on the pile of homework sitting in front of her, it took her sometime to gather what was being referenced when a fellow fenwick student sloppily sat down beside her.  she blinks once before an audible oh slips past lips:  the whole maternity leave tale she was telling everyone.  she hoped everyone was too busy on that lie to care about the actual details of her vacation -  the boring yet incredibly depressing details.   “my baby is nonbinary, paul, don’t be ignorant.”  she retorts jokingly, letting the pencil she was gripping tightly sit on the table.   “thank you for asking, though! zane hijazi and i are very happy to be adding a new member to our family.”    back to the other questions.  “you can't sign my tiger stripes because that’s fucking offensive and i am in as much control of my bladder as i was before giving birth.”   she shifts the position she was sitting in, facing more toward paul as her voice lowered just a tiny bit.   “seriously, you have to fill me in on why everyone decided to be fun and punch each other while i was away. it’s like ba wanted to be entertaining when i couldn’t be there to see it. so fucking offensive.”

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            @madcrawfuck   via instagram !

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walsh-louisa‌:

“Oh my God, I was walking back from the arts building and I thought one of the BBC boys was giving me the nod so I just- I don’t know what came over me and just did this weird like- I threw deuces and stuck my tongue out but this guy wasn’t looking at me at all and Mr. Cobb thought I was doing it at him,” she truly wasn’t convinced that this was a rectifiable situation and that unenrolling might be her only option. Not from PE, she knew that was impossible but perhaps from the school entirely so that she could spend the remainder of her life cringing in isolation ir at least away from the school campus. “Please tell me you have a story about how you did something fucking weird at a teacher or like a parent or something and completely recovered from it, unscathed and non-traumatized” she practically begged for some light at the end of this awkward tunnel.

due to her being sober, it wasn’t hard to keep up with louisa’s words. contrary to when she’s high, open-mouthed and attempting to catch up, maddy was incredibly enthralled in the conversation. if that weren’t obvious by the uh-huh she’d let slip, the facial expressions she wore proved it to be true.  a breathy laugh falls past gasped lips, shaking her head as she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear whenever louisa finished speaking. “that is really fucking embarrassing.”  if comfort was what she was looking for, she looked in the wrong place.  all maddy could offer was a look of pity and laugh that stated glad it wasn’t me.    “um.”    nibbling on her bottom lip, not out of habit but more out of thought. every now and then she inhales as if preparing herself to tell a story but not having anything remotely humiliating to say.   “i mean, at least you didn’t like moon him or something? whenever i’m on the highway and i pull my pants down as a joke i’m always worried it’s going to be sister keough or the president or someone. no one saw your ass so it’s no biggie.”

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jamesonward‌:

Jamie already considered himself pretty strange but the strangest thing was that he still didn’t understand the joy others felt in making others laugh. He liked making Edwina giggle and scream occasionally but the same satisfaction didn’t come from Maddy whose vapid chortling only sparked joy when it faded out into the dawning realization that he wasn’t joking.

“Does that mean every plea begging to be killed prior to a math exam is genuine?” Jamie asked, sounding optimistic in the face of Maddy’s contempt. 

“Murder doesn’t kill people. People murder people. You can’t say murder kills. It’s already a verb. That’s like saying jumping jumps. But very profound realization, Mads. I’d never have come to the conclusion that people die almost every single day. Except on Sundays, right? That’s when they come back.”

as witty as she may seem when going back-and-forth with her friends, maddy usually finds herself at a loss for words when conversations get tense.  anxiety and anger compete to be shown that she’s nearly incapable of saying something that makes sense. rather than have a break down or start throwing things, she resorts to the two words she’s coined for when she has nothing else to help back up her arguments.  “fuck off.”

so she retreats, rolling her eyes and leaning back against the window ledge. her attention made to look like it’s solely on her phone while her brain is actually running a mile a minute; reviewing the last few things spoken between the two of them for anything her fuck off may have not covered.   “i was saying people die almost every day from murder,” it’s a delayed reaction, eyes looking back to jamie as arms fold across her chest. “not in general, jamie.”   murder, to maddy, being a rare enough occasion that people weren’t victim of it everyday. of course reiterating her comment didn’t help the point she was trying to make. “i’m not stupid. i know no one comes back on sundays. shouldn’t you be like, i don’t know, rubbing your girlfriend’s back or something?”

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                 madeline crawford + 

                        ( weekend  fashion aesthetic )

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ffs-kori‌:

It was a small victory to see the look of surprise on Maddy’s face. But it was a merely a battle won in an ongoing war. Kori would surely have nightmares of Maddy years after she left Broadripple. Letting out an angry huff, the girl scooted herself away from her roomie. She wasn’t a fan of the last time they shared a bed. ”Fuck you too, bud.” she replied, reaching for her phone herself. Was the girl so starved for attention that she though ‘you know what, i’ll fuck with Kori’. Was their chill session not good enough for her now? “I literally just told you I’m not going to be your Instagram model or whatever.” she snapped, scrolling through her page as she spoke. 

“i don’t want you to be my instagram model or whatever.”    anymore. she doesn’t want it anymore. that dream died when she was thrown against the wall. anyway, words are pressed with exasperation at this point in response to kori’s constant resistance.     “just hear me out,”  she begins, a phrase usually used as caution in attempt to prep whomever with an idea she hadn’t thought through.  “do you remember our roommates from the ski trip?” unless kori hit her head on their way back to the school, the two would be a very hard thing to forget. “so i watched this youtube video where these guys put their mom’s bed in like a lake when she was sleeping on it and i was like holy shit that would be hilarious, right? so we should do that! not exactly that obviously because it would be hard for us to get a mattress out of the dormitories but like some sort of dobre twins style prank.” 

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jamesonward‌:

Jamie cut a look towards the interruption, both dismayed and pleased to find Maddy there with her phone. If the Weekend Warriors were the Powerpuff Girls, Maddy would’ve been Bubbles, though he questioned often whether she or Kat were dumber than the other when rumor had it that Maddy would’ve done anything for a blunt. Their choices of activities weren’t all that interesting to him, though. What he thought was interesting was how they continued to run head on into him with those hobbies and consider his strange.

“I would be, yes, but as it appears, there weren’t any real virgins left in the school so I should be alright,” he said, sounding as chipper as his voice would allow. Jamie discovered a new confidence lately that made most assumptions about him sound juvenile. They were loaded with fear and taunting and at one point, Jamie played the game and let the fear seep into him too. Not anymore, though. He’d make them regret talking to him in the first place.

“They’ll never find the body I put in there, though. I made sure of that.” Jamie looked wistfully out over the courtyard. “I’m glad they overlooked the fact that tight security means that if whatever they’re looking for is inside already, it’ll be extremely hard to escape if it decides to strike again. Makes my job easier. I hate exercise.”

despite fingers still tapping away at her phone, her attention at this point in the conversation is clearly focused on jamie; as it should be since she learned that she could easily get lost in his metaphors or morgan freeman-like terminology if she isn’t completely paying attention.  a light chuckle exhales at his virgin comment, sincerely finding it funny, eyes looking back and forth between the screen in her hand to her peer. “hardy har-har.” she mocks, shaking her head, disdain for his words isn’t shown until later in the conversation.

as he continued, she shifted from quipped mocking to feeling a genuine level of discomfort. her phone is laying on her lap now, resisting the urge to record their conversation in case she does, indeed, go missing.  despite the temptation she talked herself into believing it wasn’t necessary. jamie’s merely being a dick, a dick that she is certain would commit a murder if he knew he could get away with it but, still, a dick.  “that’s not funny."  irritation is expressed across her facade to hide how uneasy it all made her feel. "i’m really glad that you think murder is something to joke about but it isn’t.”   the irony in her stern words being that no joke has ever been off limits to her and her friends. which definitely included murder at some point.  in fact, if you scroll down her twitter feed please kill me is likely to be a recurring statement.   “you know murder kills people almost every single day, right? but yeah, sure, hilarious. fucking tom green over here.” 

[yxmx-k]

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benmartos‌:

Ben’s agreement to participate in the party game was mainly borne from a drunken sort of dissociation, which he guessed stemmed from another kind of whole-ass dissociation that had been prickling at his periphery for the past couple months. So his initial reaction to getting paired with Maddy was something akin to disbelief—only akin because it also felt a lot like divine intervention. Or maybe not divine intervention but… God laughing at him? That was it. It felt like God was laughing at him and Ben had no choice but to laugh alongside, even if it felt raw and jagged on its way out of him. He made the shaka sign in response to her exclamation, steadfast in his avoidance of making eye contact with anyone else, and followed her into the bathroom.

The sudden appearance of himself in the adjacent mirror caught him off guard and he leaned back against the door to quickly duck out of his own view. There was an odd liminality—he was pretty sure that was the word—about the space, though that could’ve been the edges of his vision blurring that triggered that or the antsy feeling that seven whole minutes came long with. It took him a moment to realize Maddy had said something and he blinked slowly as he processed both her words and her face in front of him. Pushing back off the door, he rapped his knuckles against the counter top. “Uh,” he started dumbly. “Double digits, definitely. Triple digits—maybe. What’s that stuff they use on crime shows to, like, test that kind of shit? There’s probably cocaine on every surface in here.”

Ben glanced toward the other side of the room, wondering if anyone’s snorted cocaine off a hotel toilet seat and immediately coming to the conclusion that, yeah, they definitely have. He made a face at the thought and looked back at Maddy. He got distracted by the word that adorned her neck and he let out a short snort of a laugh. “Sick necklace,” he noted. “Is that some kinda promise or—” He trailed off then leaned on his hand on the counter, a little unsteady on his feet and honestly pretty annoyed about it. “That was—I’m kidding. Don’t… Dude, don’t tell your friends I said that.”

“blue light?”    noticeable uncertainty, bending at the knees to become eye level with the surface in question.   “purp-  black. i think it’s a blacklight?  i saw it on one of ryland adam’s youtube videos.”    the inessential inclusion showed evidence that the alcohol previously consumed was beginning to do most of the talking for her. standing at her full height, no longer paying the majority of her focus on the sink that may or may not have paraphernalia on it, she fishes for the straw on her four loko to take a sip. being suggestive and coquettish for maddy is, usually, easier whenever a joint or baggy filled with drugs is the endgame, but she feels the weight of liquid courage quite heavily when she drinks. 

for a split second she forgot what her necklace said, habitually looking down at her neck to read it. a grin struggled to stay on her features when her lips parted, gasping flippantly at how direct his question pertaining to her necklace was.  maddy's mouth pushes upside down, still clearly entertained even when he seems to retract his last statement.  "i won't." she says immediately, an assurance she meant in the moment but only god-knows if she'd be able to keep that to herself when recapping the night to one of her friends.  her amused smile doesn't wear off, in fact, naturally being the epitome of what BARE MINIMUM TWITTER must be, she found it strangely flattering. perhaps more so thanks to the effect of the alcohol.  “it can be.” she answers finally, proudly and more genuine this time, leaning her full weight on to the counter. "do you want it to be?"

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ffs-kori‌:

Continuing to wriggle out from under her roomie, she was beginning to wish she’d asked for a replacement for the year. Maddy some how was becoming bolder and bolder in her pranks, somehow convincing herself that she was immortal. “Fuck off!” she shouted back, still fighting for the marker. If a single dot of marker ended up on her sheets, among the makeup stains and dried hair product, Kori was definitely going to kill her. “I ain’t no guinea pig you dumb bitch!” she argued, finally able to throw Maddy off her onto the walled side of her bed. “Go fuck up Kat or something.”

when her back hits the wall out of irritation, maddy understands that she met defeat, but no amount of cursing, arguing or shouting was enough to discourage her completely.  “fine, jesus, chill out.”   she sighs out only after already being tossed off of her roommate, sitting up completely she grabs the phone that was laying beside them. "fuck you.”   perhaps considering them closer was a mistake, but during maddy’s few moments of believing the warriors and jay were getting annoyed with her, she often had kori to turn to.   and her definition of turn to was watching tiny meat gang on her laptop or listening to their mixtape without speaking to each other.  nevertheless, it was nice. “so,” her eyes revert to her phone, since it seemed impossible to butter the other up - much to do with kori being an actual robot - she eased right into it.  “uh, i have a favor to ask.”

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hugobankson‌:

Feeling a little more than off from a series of bad nightmares the night before, Hugo didn’t exactly know who to approach about it other than Maddy. He figured at least if jokes were made, he could feel less – he wouldn’t say afraid, but perhaps less apprehensive about it. Besides, he was sure anyone else would’ve told him not to use recreational drugs in a day to day basis. Noticing the girl the moment he exited his dorm building, he jogged to catch up with her before draping his arm over her shoulders. “Can I ask you a really stupid fucking question? And you have to actually promise me not to laugh.”

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“hey,” timbre’s soft beneath his sudden inquiry, an unintentional smile she usually has around hugo worn across lips. “come on, i would never laugh at your stupid fucking questions.”  that wasn’t true, she’s sure he knew that it wasn’t. had he not warned her beforehand laughing would have certainly been her first response but in yearning to get herself outside of the friend-zone she settled in, feigning girlish charm seemed more appropriate.  that didn’t, however, stop the evident hesitation that’s shown. "oh, god. what is it? are you confused on how tampons work?”

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jamesonward‌:

Hovering ominously in windows to peep at Damian across campus was part of Jamie’s daily routine since the barn party, but that day, he overlooked the school grounds with a different purpose. A scattering of new, foreign bodies peppered the spooky forest around the school and he couldn’t decide whether Broadripple had increased security for them or on them. The whole thing reeked Shawshank, and his curiosity that had been stalled by the trip had increased by folds the longer he watched the guards stalk the perimeter of the school.

“Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like a caged animal?” he asked aloud, too wrapped up in trying to spot an AK-47 from a mile of distance to consider that perhaps he didn’t want to talk to whoever he was addressing. “That’s not suspicious at all.”

it was the ultimate exaggeration, maddy thought. one that only her anxiety-ridden mother would deem a necessity and did deem a necessity.  relocating from the city, the crawford’s knowledge on bear attacks were nearly slim-to-none, as far as her mother was concerned, having rangers on guard was an appropriate measure.  maddy, however, only gained suspicion when everyone else began speaking out about it. her worry was the bug spray she’d need to bring with her to sneak out now that the fence was patched up.

lounging on a window sill, one she attempted to make into a seat but to no avail, her  body is positioned to get a clear view outside of the window, a .  her snapchat app is open, fingers are being used to zoom in on a ranger her phone can barely spot when jamie speaks up. she glances up for a second, blue eyes reverting back to her phone screen as she’s now drawing mini hearts on the video, preparing it to be sent to drea.  “are you paranoid, jamie?” her question is phrased innocently, posed as genuine concern despite wholeheartedly remaining belief that her peer is certainly behind every strange thing broadripple has endured lately.  “are you worried they’re going to stumble upon your opossum skulls and capsules filled with virgin bloods?”

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jaysster‌:

Jay didn’t study. In fact, if he didn’t have direct access to his sister’s notes by simply going through her shit unannounced ( sometime’s Kat’s roommate too when neither were looking and it was easy to blame Kat for the missing papers ), he probably wouldn’t have even scraped by half of his exams at this school. But tutoring sounded lame, and his attention span was only so big, he wasn’t about to waste his or another person’s time with it. But now, ever since the ski trip, things were weird. Twilight Zone weird. Or maybe, he didn’t know, he’d never seen that but it felt like the right comparison to make since he was kind of avoiding his junior friends and if he wasn’t so dumb, maybe he would have noticed they’d been avoiding him too.

It was weird to see Jay by himself ever. He was a social butterfly, the kind of person who followed you with more comments to make, even after you’d delivered a pretty final farewell. So for him to currently be sitting by himself in the library in front of one of the computers, nothing happening on the screen except a web page that wouldn’t load, he had to use his phone for other entertainment. The only problem was that his lock screen was still a pretty sick photo of him and Kat and Drea at the cabins being drunk idiots. It was a good photo, everyone looked happy which kind of made all of this worse. He really felt like he’d fucked up with Drea and he didn’t know how to fix it, he didn’t even know what to say to her. So as his finger hovered over her Snapchat story, he hesitated. Good thing too because a second later, someone’s shadow crossed over his shoulder and so Jay quickly closed down the app instead of torturing himself into a worse mood than he was already in.

stumbling upon jay was a happy accident, at least it was for her.  with the way her mood is it’s tough to say if jay was fortunate to be spotted by her. still, she wasn’t looking for anyone in particular when heading to the library nor did she take much of a moment to think, when she did see someone she cared to bother, about ambushing their personal space. boiling with frustration, she carelessly allows her english books to drop on the desk beside the computer jay claimed, whether said books hitting the keyboard made the action louder only became her concern when she received a hush by the librarian.  “sorry.”  she acknowledges, as gentle as she could, allowing herself to slump into the chair next to her friend.    “jay,” she skipped the proper greeting, words more aggressive as she continued as if that alone was telling him to prepare for the shit-storm she was about to lay on him,  “miss mays freaking hates me. for no reason, i swear. this is like the third time i forgot to finish my homework and she had a freaking aneurysm.”   fucking would have been more appropriate in the conversation but stern eyes were already paying close attention thanks to her entrance. “no wonder bunnies are being slaughtered. i want to slaughter a bunny right now, i’m practically being bullied.”    if being reprimanded for forgetting your homework again could be considered being bullied.  “this is like -  isn’t this considered child abuse?”  that sentence alone spoke volumes to how coddled she was growing up.

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ffs-kori‌:

It had taken some time, and some smuggled pills to adjust to sharing a bed with Maddy. Kori had developed being a very heavy sleeper with her supplies at hand, a trait she hadn’t needed in the past. After years of late nights and holding the bucket, nothing compared to stretching out and recoiling in disgusts at the touch of another human being. However, on this fateful morning Kori was awoken to the smell of sharpie near her nose, and a too warm body straddling her. Personally, she had no interest in the girl she’d been dorming with, and secretly had her fingers crossed for it to be anyone else. At least point, she would have taken Damian or even Jamie. Opening her eyes she was filled with a crushing disappointment which was quickly filled with a burning rage. “What the FUCK!” she shouted, reaching for the marker while trying to twist out from under Maddy, “You motherfucker!”

“kori!”  it was a sudden and immediate yell in response to the shout her roommate gave when she woke up.   had she not already been set on getting an instagram-worthy post she would have had half a mind to actually listen to the girl’s demands.    “it’s for instagram, knock it off!”    her tone was that of a lecturing one, almost like kori was in the wrong for attempting to wiggle from underneath her.  “you’re going to fuck uph artwork.”   art which was barely a dot on kori’s face since she was interrupted, hands wrestle to get a tighter grip on the pen.  “don’t be stingy, kor, if you don’t like it you can wipe it off.”

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it took all of ten minutes after maddy woke up to decide what she wanted to do next.  before a shower, before brushing her teeth or getting into day clothes.  her legs straddle her roommate-turned-bed-buddy,  a black marker she pulled from one of the many bags sitting on the floor of the room they shared. her cellphone, already opened on instagram’s camera option, lays on the pillow beside the brunette’s resting body.  leaning closer to kori, maddy’s tongue pokes out in focus as she, gently but shakily, attempts to draw a circle on the lower half of her cheek.  it’s a juvenile prank, for sure, but one that was long overdue, and one she felt comfortable doing now because of how strangely neighboring she felt the two became.  a long overdue, juvenile prank, that she may be able to get away with if she’s at all able to stop herself from giggling.   / @ffs-kori