i just wanna try to be me again

"I'll make the moon shine just for your view..." Willow Mae Porter. Seventeen. High school senior and cheerio. Angelica Schuyler had it all right. "...I'll make the starlight circle the room."

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@dumbofassjoey: he's just having fun, i mean, he's written about me and i'm not upset about it... most of them are lies anyways

@willieporter: except his version of fun is hurtful to other people. you may not be, but i don't like to see other people getting put down.

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@dumbofassjoey: he's great in bed!!

@willieporter: wait...okay we'll get back to that but that doesn't make the things he says right.

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@dumbofassjoey: never

@willieporter: gimme one good reason why not?

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@alexiscsmythe: now

@willieporter: i'm down. how're we doing it? mob? should i go to lowes and buy torches and pitchforks?

[willsporter]

@willieporter: when are we gonna "cancel" the muckraker and JBI jr??

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liltosha·:

open starter @limastarters·

The current summer in Ohio proved to be even more monotonous than Tosha could have possibly imagined. Her dad had pushed back her trip due to a work conference and now the girl had to find things to do to fill up her time in this podunk town. With nothing better to do, Tosha grabbed her bag and decided to go for a walk to bide her time like one of those women in those Jane Austen novels. The day was hot and humid and she wondered what she could even post on her story to make people think she was actually doing something. Crossing their local 7Eleven, she decided she was going to get a slushie. Filling her cup with the classic cherry flavor, she looked in her bag to take out a dollar, only to find she completely forgot her wallet at home. It must be in my other bag, fuck. She thought to herself. Tosha considered simply walking out of the store but this was the only 7Eleven in walking distance and she wasn’t about to get banned for a fucking slushie. She looked around the store before recognizing someone.

“Come here, dude.” She said as she motioned the person toward her. “You got a dollar?” 

When left to her own devices, Willow wasn’t a very exciting person. her weekends were typically spent either locked up in her room painting or out in the middle of the woods, hiking and taking some time for herself. There was really no in between. So when she showed up at the 7Eleven with her backpack and hiking boots on, immediately heading for the water. She grabbed two of the largest bottles before moving on and grabbing a power bar and some nuts to throw in her bag as well. As she moved toward the front of the store, she spotted Tosha and sighed. At one point, they had been friends. But they grew up and things changed, and now, it was like every moment they saw each other, it was like two cats going at each other. So when she turned around and asked Willow for a dollar, she chuckled and raised her brows. “What’s wrong, Richie Rich? Can’t afford a slushie? Or is it not high end enough for you?”

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aliviaporter·:

She was covered with paper clipping of past mamma mia costumes and materials. Alivia never did anything half-assed when it came to designing and at the smell of coffee, the girl jumped up and greeted her sister at the door. “It really is and I didn’t have to put any effort in doing it.” She said as she took her drink, “Thank you for the coffee. I owe you one next time I’m out. I really needed it as you can tell.” Alivia said waving at the mess. “Just want to make sure I don’t mess up, y’know. Also speaking of which, congratulations on Ali!”

Willow waved her hand at her sister, shaking her head. “You don’t owe me anything. Plus, you do hold the status of my costume in your hands, so I gotta sweeten you up.” she teased, giving her sister a smile. “Thanks. I’m pretty happy to actually have a speaking role. I was kinda expecting to be a background character.” Willow had been late to sign up to audition, not wanting to deal with rejection, but now she was happy that she had. “Congrats on bagging costume designer. There’s no one better for it, honestly.”

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mason-lynn·:

Mason had finally got out of the house with just him by himself and it felt great. He had finished his two hours at the gym and now he was ready to grab some coffee and get ready to go drink tonight. He hasn’t partied in so long that he was itching to go, but of course coffee and well what kind of guest would he be without supplying some alcohol himself. ““Liquor or beer,” he asked as he turned to the person next to him holding both.

@limastarters·

Willow wasn’t exactly a boozer or anything. Sure, she liked to use her fake ID to get some alcohol every once in a while, but she wasn’t getting shitfaced alone in her room. Mostly it was just for parties. But when the man beside her turned and presented her with some options, her brows went up. “Always liquor. The one time I had beer is was absolutely disgusting. You can never go wrong with vodka or something.” If she was going to be drinking, she wanted something at least a little enjoyable, not something that tasted like dirty dish water.

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aliviaporter·:

open starter: @limastarters·

Summer was just starting and Alivia was already re-watching Criminal Minds underneath piles of fabric samples. The only time she would leave her house was to go shopping, get inspiration, or the coffee shop. And even though it was summer time the girl was out roaming the streets in sweats and a hoodie. A power move, but a very hot power move. Her reasoning was simple, she was too lazy to change clothes and her room was like fifty degrees. “I think this has been the least stressful summer so far. I mean I have only shopped and made outfits.”

Willow had been deadset on spending all day doing absolutely nothing except laying in the air conditioning all day and watching stupid tv that she usually didn’t have time for. But she abandoned that dream in favor of her favorite coffee from The Lima Bean, grabbing one for her sister as well. Walking inside, she stood in her sister’s doorway and smiled, holding out the cold drink to the older girl. “I’d say that’s an accomplishment Liv.”

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listen to the song here.

Willow walked through the halls, texting Sofia quickly to make sure of what time they were meeting up after her audition. She made a stop at the girls bathroom, probably the cleanest she’d seen it as no one had really been in the school since graduation, and set up. She started warming up a little bit as she did her makeup, just light foundation, some mascara and eyeliner. It was the look she always felt most confident in and for an audition, that was important.

She looked at herself in the mirror and let a deep breath out, closing her eyes and just standing there, the ac gently blowing and creating sort of a white noise effect as she tried to clear her mind and just breathe. After a moment, she cleaned everything up, stuffing it back in her messenger bag and walking out of the bathroom and to the auditorium. She pushed the doors open and slipped in through the back of the stage, standing just off stage left. When they called her name, she walked out, dropping her messenger bag on the edge of the stage before walking to the mic.

“I’m Willow Porter, and I’ll be auditioning for Donna Sheridan or Ali. Whichever you think is more fitting, Ms. Corcoran.” She gave a smile before looking over at the band, nodding before the music began, the snappy drum and harmonica starting up as she tapped bouncing along gently to the beat. “Came into this world, daddy’s little girl, and daddy made a soldier out of me.” She closed her eyes, grasping the mic in her hand as she gently slapped her thigh to the beat. “Daddy made me dance, and daddy held my hand, and daddy liked his whiskey with his tea.” Her left hand made the motion of drinking before she took the mic from it’s stand and began to walk toward the front of the stage.

“And we rode motorcycles, blackjack, classic vinyl, tough girl is what I had to be. He said ‘take care of your mother, watch out for your sister’ and oh, that’s when he looked at me…” she faced the other side of the stage, making a hand motion of a gun and pointing it at the wall. “With his gun, with his head held high, he told me not to cry. My daddy said shoot, oh my daddy said shoot. With his right hand on his rifle, he swore it on the bible, my daddy said shoot, oh my daddy said shoot.” She turned her head to face the non-existent crowd before she put her arm down and continued.

“He held me in his arms, he told me to be strong, he told me when he’s gone here’s what you do. When trouble comes to town, and men like me come around, oh my daddy said shoot, oh my daddy said shoot.” She sauntered around the stage singing, acting as if she were entertaining a crowd of thousands instead of just one person. As she sang through the rest of the song, she tried to keep that same energy, using the mic stand at times to grab and do a little spin around it.

On the last note, she walked to the front of that stage, looking directly at Beth as she went for a high note at the end, as well as riffing for the last little bit. When the music stopped, she pulled the mic away and she could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. “Uh….thanks. For your time I mean. And seriously, any role will do. Even townsperson #9, there’s way too much talent in this school for everyone to be a main role and I’m happy just to be apart of this stuff. And now I’m rambling so I’m gonna…yeah.” Willow grabbed her bag and hauled ass out of the awkward situation she had made for herself, running for her car and driving out of the parking lot without so much as looking back.

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{ alisha boe, cisfemale, she/her } - hey look it’s { WILLOW PORTER }!! i heard they are { 17 } and in { SENIOR } at { HIGH SCHOOL }!! someone also told me that they are {+SOCIABLE, +CREATIVE } and { -MELANCHOLIC, -IMPULSIVE } but it could be just a rumor! { SARAH, 26, SHE/HER, EST }

Willow Mae Jackson was your typical foster kid. Mother dropped her off in front of a fire station, she was dropped into foster home upon foster home. She grew up thinking that people were disposable, that she was disposable. At 10, she was put into the Porter household. She had little except a garbage bag full of her stuff, a chip on her shoulder and a bunch of horrible memories. 

At first, she didn’t see them as family. They were just the people she lived with until they bumped her off to the next foster home. She didn’t see herself in Christmas photos or sitting around the table at thanksgiving. She actively avoided these things, even if they tried to include her. After all, they’d regret it anyway.

But little by little, they got her to open up. It started with the little things. Them making sure they said goodnight every night. Helping her with her homework, which she struggled with thanks to the various school curriculum she had to adapt to throughout the years. She warmed up after almost a year, and about 4 months later, they revealed that they would be adopting her. She cried until her face was sore and red, but in the end, she was more happy than she had ever been.

From then on, it was like she was a completely different person. Having a home, a family, made a world of difference. Still, her dads put her in therapy, to talk through the issues the other families had put her through and she embraced it. Her therapist and her hit it off and she was able to look at it as just a conversation instead of a big heavy thing she had to do each week.

By the time she was a teenager, Willow Porter gained a bit of an attitude. She didn’t like bullies. So she started standing up for the people who wouldn’t stand up for themselves. Many times, her dads were called into the office for her having exacted revenge on bullies and while it wasn’t accepted, they never told her to stop. 

As far as her sisters were concerned, while she was the youngest, she was also the first to come to them in their time of need. It didn’t matter if she was asleep or busy, she would drop absolutely anything to be able to be there for her sisters. Now that she finally had a family, she wasn’t going to take that for granted.