𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 .

i don't give a damn, 'cause it don't make a difference. i can't get mad 'cause i know what went missing. cupid chasing me, puts holes in ambition. can't go back home 'til i finish the mission.

[insporp]

[waldbins]

"wait, please don’t pick at the —” he elicits a sharp exhale as he moves from one patient to another. “no — i’m not allowed to give you any more pain killers so if you could just —” he’s slowly losing his train of thought with all of the noise. patient complaint here, patient vomiting over there and practically everybody else panicking and screeching through the other side of the emergency room doors. “could you maybe — could hold on a minute?” he gives his current patient a look of reassurance before turning and striding toward the emergency room doors. he takes a deep breath before removing one of the bands of his mask from one ear and practically bursts through the double doors. “will you all PLEASE calm the FUCK down,” his voice booms. it’s loud enough that it almost echoes, despite the amount of people in the waiting area. “i know you’re worried about your friends or your family, but it’s really, really hard for us to try and help them when you’re all SCREAMING at the top of your FUCKING lungs — thank you.”

[minnietm]

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ( 4/? ) – minnie hates sylvia. 

feat. @waldbins & @ofsylvias

[waldbins]

the truth about lloyd and eliza was that they were actually really good friends and they probably would have never acknowledged each other if it weren’t for maverick. though ever since their breakup, lloyd often found himself siding with the latter. the bitterness was secondhand — he knew maverick would never cheat on his girlfriend, so when eliza accused him of such, he recoiled along with him. what was the use of explaining to someone who wouldn’t listen? now, having been forced to work alongside each other after the storm, avoiding the girl became more and more difficult. so what, with a wake of all things to bring everyone together, maybe it wouldn’t be so uncalled for for them pacify whatever antipathy and be a friend to one another. “eliza,” he says this in a neutral tone. maybe this was a bad idea. “hi —” is all he can muster, until “how are you holding up?” ( @elizawatson​ )

[waldbins]

in mourning the death and celebrating the life of a peer, a wake seemed necessary. the whole idea of a dinner in itself? fairly disposable and, in lloyd’s opinion, a waste of food and supplies. the cafeteria was rather quiet, save for a few whispers and short titters of those who might’ve known benjamin. and while the others kept their heads down or aimlessly picked at their food, he loiters near the refreshments table, scanning the area for someone to talk to. it isn’t until he spots a familiar face that he takes two cups of coffee and makes a beeline to where they were sitting. he hesitates for a second before decidedly taking a seat in the empty chair in front of them. “hey,” he greets, placing a cup of coffee in front of her. he takes a sip of his own, ultimately thinking of what to say. don’t ask how she’s doing. he let’s out a short sigh. maybe it’d be best if he simply said nothing at all. at the very least, he’d hoped, his presence would be enough. ( @ofsylvias )

[bob-belcher]

It’s a great photo.

[waldbins]

🌙📸😍

🌙 a late night text message.

[ 12:53 AM ] : so you’re telling me crab rangoon didn’t originate in china?[ 12:54 AM ] : that’s literally the worst news i have ever received in my life[ 12:57 AM ] : i literally told my whole third grade class that my great, great-grandfather’s famous crab rangoon recipe dates back to the ming dynasty

📸 your muses contact picture.

😍 your muses contact name.

AH — qu 🤧

[waldbins]

❝I want to be left alone. ❞ -Dylan

lloyd’s face twists up in incredulity. “what — dude, no.” this was a back and forth thing between the two. dylan would go on and on about wanting his space, but lloyd knew he just looking for a way out of dealing with anyone or anything. even when dylan dropped his family and the majority of his friends, lloyd stuck by him. whether it was checking up on him via text or dropping by his house to bring food over — he’d make sure the boy knew there was at least one person looking out for him without expecting anything in return. especially with the given situation, it’d surely be a lot harder for him to disassociate himself from his friend.

[waldbins]

📞💬📸😍💕 / idk if i sent one or not if i did i’m sorry ignore this Skfksj

📞 a voicemail my muse left yours.

“i know why you’re calling and my answer is still no.” footsteps are audible from his end of the line, pacing back and forth on a hardwood floor. “i’m not going to go to the mall with you. do i look like the type of person who’d stand around for four hours and carry bags all day?” there’s a short pause. “wait — don’t answer that.” he shakes his head. “anyways, enough about that. why did you tweet at sylvia calling her a—” beep.

💬 my muse admits something.

[ 4:17 AM ] : no, no, listen[ 4:18 AM ] : i won the national spelling bee when i was nine[ 4:20 AM ] : i’m not even joking. i can pull up the picture right now[ 4:23 AM ] : see. now admit that you were wrong and i was right

📸 your muses contact picture.

😍 your muses contact name.

meanie mae 🐭

💕 a loving text message.

[ 10:13 PM ] : hey minnie mouse[ 10:13 PM ] : sorry if i’m interrupting your beauty sleep or whatever[ 10:15 PM ] : but i’ve been thinking about life. thinking about home[ 10:17 PM ] : and i know that we barely acknowledged each other in high school, but i just want you to know that i’m really grateful you’re in my life now

[dreamlikeboy]

[waldbins]

💬🍺

💬 — my muse admits something.

[ 11:45 AM ] : hey dani[ 11:47 AM ] : i know we haven’t texted in a while but[ 11:48 AM ] : i had this crazy weird dream about you last night[ 11:48 AM ] : but not WEIRD weird fuck now you probably think i’m a creep[ 11:50 AM ] : forget that last message you probably didn’t even think it was weird of me

🍺 — a drunk text/voicemail.

“daniela —” his voice is harsh, but tired. there’s a bit of a rasp to it. you can tell he’s at a party through his end of the phone line; blaring music, the clinking of beer bottles and laughter. “daniela, wherethefuck are yooou?” the question comes off as more of a whine and it’s as if you can see his sad eyes through the phone. “it’s not fun without you,” he presses. “amor de mi vida,” the distant words come out of the boy’s mouth as if the last time he took a spanish class wasn’t five years ago. “come heeere. ven dámelo ma—” beep.

[waldbins]

❝Doesn’t anything bother you? Aren’t you afraid? ❞

doesn’t anything bother you? it takes a moment for lloyd to process the words being spoken to him. aren’t you afraid? the questions are like a constant ringing in his ears. he gives sophie an odd look, almost perplexed. did he seem unbothered? sure, he always played arbitrator — not clinging to one opinion or side over another — but it didn’t mean he wasn’t as apprehensive as the rest of them. he analyzes her face, hoping to see some sort of indication as to what kind of answer she was looking for, but there’s nothing. a small silence settles between them, before he clears his throat. “no,” he answers finally, confidently.

[waldbins]

📞🌙📸💜

📞 — a voicemail my muse left yours.

“yo sylv. hello? pick up.” a frustrated sigh is audible from his end of the line. “dude, where are the hell are you? i’ve called you like three times in the past ten minutes and i saw you tweet something about minnie — which, by the way, was kind of rude and makes you look bad… but we’ll have a chat about that later — like thirty seconds ago. but whatever. if you don’t respond in the next five minutes i’m taking mav to the movies instead.”

🌙 — a late night text message.

[ 1:38 AM ] : hey bub[ 1:40 AM ] : you up?[ 1:47 AM ] : well, you shouldn’t be. go to bed

📸 — your muse’s contact picture.

💜 — a compassionate text message.

[ 7:27 PM ] : hey bub[ 7:27 PM ] : heard you had a bad day today[ 7:29 PM ] : i’m omw over and i brought taco bell even though it gives you the poops[ 7:29 PM ] : i brought gatorade and pedialyte — wasn't sure which one to get so i got both

[waldbins]

❝ Are you still an asshole? ❞

a quirk of an eyebrow, slight facial grimace. he wouldn’t admit he thought badly of anyone, but oftentimes, it was hard to ignore the fact that her voice was like nails on chalkboard. he hesitates, the minuscule angel on his shoulder reminding him that if he didn’t have anything nice to say, not to say it at all. “jesus christ,” he groans. “what the fuck’s your problem?” he internally scolds himself. don’t come off aggressive. he inhales deeply through his nose and exhales, regaining composure. you’re better than that. “look, ariana —” he says this, keeping his tone neutral. “whatever you’re doing, whatever it is you feel like you need to say — save it. with everything that’s been happening, i think it’d be best if you just kept quiet for once.”

[societieshq]

WORDS OF MOUTH PT. (1)

❝You have been taught to grow out, I have been taught to grow in.❞

❝Do you think they did it, do you think they killed someone?❞

❝Is this supposed to be your way of being charming or something?❞

❝This isn’t a joke! We’re going to be stuck here the rest of our lives!❞

❝What happens when the food runs out, then what? ❞

❝Stop doing that, stop acting like your don’t care. ❞

❝You can’t just crawl up in bed like this doesn’t matter. ❞

❝Doesn’t anything bother you? Aren’t you afraid? ❞

❝Alright then, do you have any better ideas? ❞

❝You’re late, we’re supposed to be searching for Ben. ❞

❝Not-uh no way, there’s no way in hell i’m going in there. ❞

❝Nobody tells me what to do, you got that? ❞

❝Have you seen the random flightless birds? ❞

❝If I have to do kitchen duty one more time– ❞

❝What exactly do you think about (name)? ❞

❝Let’s just sneak some food, come on.  ❞

❝A sinkhole might as well have swallowed us whole. ❞

❝Don’t pretend you don’t hate living there.❞

❝Who died and made you king/queen? ❞

❝This is it, we’re doomed. We’re all doomed.  ❞

❝Me? manual labor? Yeah, I don’t think so. ❞

❝What happens when they get tired of being told what to do? ❞

❝What the hell are we supposed to do now? ❞

❝Selene? In charge? I’m sleeping in the woods. ❞

❝You know who’s looking fine tonight? (name). ❞

❝I don’t know who to talk to anymore.❞

❝I’ve heard someone say something about mutiny. ❞

❝To be honest, I could care less about (name). ❞

❝This is not a war you’re winning.❞

❝Jesus, your eyes look bloodshot. ❞

❝ Why were you talking to (name)? ❞  

❝How did you sleep last night? ❞

❝I’m not hungry right now.❞

❝I don’t think he’s dead. ❞

❝I want to be left alone. ❞

❝God, you’re so selfish. ❞

❝ Are you still an asshole? ❞

❝You’re an inspiration.❞

❝Drop dead, moron.  ❞

❝Do not trust her.❞

❝I’m not okay.❞

❝I can’t do it.❞

❝Just eat.❞

[societieshq]

COMMUNICATION ALMOST LOST PT. (☏)

send  📞 for a voicemail that my muse left yours

send  💔 for a heartbreaking text message

send  ✉️ for an unsent text message

send  😴 for the last thing my muse sent yours before falling asleep

send  😲 for a shocking voicemail my muse left yours

send  😍 for what your muses contact name in their phone

send  👀 for a risky text message

send  🎧 for your muses ringtone

send  📸 for your muses contact picture

send  💜 for a compassionate text message

send  💕 for a loving text message

send  💬 for my muse to admit something

send  🙊 for an old text message my muse sent

send  👅 for a flirty text message

send  🤐 for an accidental text message

send  😤 for an angry text/voicemail

send  😱 for a scared text message

send  🌙 for a late night text message

send  🍺 for a drunk text/voicemail

send  💣 unexpected text message

[waldbins]

SELENE.

starter for @waldbins

                        UNEASY LIES THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN. she reminds herself. feeling sick, a rotting that permeates the parts of her flesh that is hidden. she struggles to contain her hands, so settles for tugging at the chain her mother had given her. It burns. she wants to take it off, remove her flesh and feast on a banquet of holy water. she knows what answer they want: murder. they want a show ! a goddamn parade. “ sorry, - ” it’s a rare word, it fumbles too quickly from cherry painted lips. “ i just needed some space, you know? some fucking quiet time. ” she draws the headphones from her ears, “ do you need something? ” 

"i —” lloyd shifts uncomfortably in the spot he’d been standing at. he withdraws an arm — which had been arched upward in a weird angle — phone in hand. “well, n — no... i mean, i was just looking for signal.” his mouth opens and closes like a fish on dry land as he musters up the right words to say. he thinks maybe he shouldn’t say anything at all, but that’s not lloyd. “er... selene, right?” he’s seen her around campus here and there, but this might be the first time he’s actually spoken to her. it’s obvious she doesn’t want to be bothered, but he can’t help himself. “is everything alright?” he questions. his voice is soft, not necessarily trying to evoke any emotional reaction, but he was genuinely concerned.