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— 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

[wreckonism]

❛ [ # 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 ! ] — dependent blog, affiliated with @fasthq. penned by joan. twenty3. they/them. pst tz.

beck maloney or wavy ! he/him. import model for nariza bois. twenty7.

[ intro. musings. likeness. wcs. ]

dallas molina or texas ! he/him. street racer for nariza bois. twenty8.

[ intro. musings. likeness. wcs. ]

yves wu or dagger ! they/she. mechanic for rodani prowlers. twenty6.

[ intro. musings. likeness. wcs. ]

[ctrlerrcr]

" punched is a little dramatic, don't ya think ? " calliope questions with a laugh, her arms crossing over her chest as the breeze pricked at her skin - where was her jacket, anyway ? calliope can't help it as her mouth falls open in shock at yves' reaction, eyes narrowing at her. " listen ! i know some people here think i'm all sunshine and rainbows, but i grew up in a work shop, i've been around men my entire life ! you learn, i don't need anyone walking over me, okay !? " the defenseive tone to her words came out stronger than she intended calliope taking a deep breath to try and calm herself down - maybe it was the alcohol ? sure, she was going to blame it on that. " i know this isn't what we were talking about but ... have you seen my jacket ? can't really miss it, has my nickname on it ... " she tries to switch the subject, feeling bad for snapping at yves - or at least, her version of snapping. " no one tells you it gets fucking cold in miami when the sun goes down . "

[wreckonism]

      " well, aren't you a peach, miss mitchell ? you've been here long enough. surely you've seen at least a punch or two bein' thrown by these idiots. " they listened on with her ramblings, nodding along in agreeance while an amused look sat atop their face. her staunch idealism was something to be admired, yves had to admit. the crossroads she stood at when it came to calliope mitchell further partitioned with every subsequent interaction. it was cruel, they believed, for the world to push them so closely together. even if yves was the one who initiated this conversation, they would still be the one to shake their fist and blame the sky because of it. envy would have to be their most fatal flaw when it came to the brunette before them now. but where was it placed ? that is the real question.       they gave their surroundings a quick once-over, eyes scanning any visible surfaces to hopefully catch a glimpse of the object in question. no luck. " haven't seen anything yet. " she shrugged, digging her rubber toe stop into the ground as they continued to glance elsewhere. a day full of skating, hours on her feet and strapped to four wheels, sure did have yves winded — that, and admittedly, sweaty. god, was she really going to do this right now ? how fucking cliche. " do you, uh, want mine ? "

[ctrlerrcr]

embarassment flamed on greyson's cheeks, especially when he took in the sight of who he had almost taken down with him - he was pretty. " holy shit, i'm so sorry ? " his mouth hung open, before his hands came up to shield his face. " i'm fine, are you okay ? almost took you down with me because i can't fuckin walk ? " the words come out rushed, eyebrows knitted together. he didn't even work out before this. sure, he was surfing for a few hours but ... his legs felt fine. why did his body have to betray him by not working, especially in front of somebody who looked like that ? " let me buy your round ? oh my god i'm so embarassed i- " shutting himself up grey finally sits down, muttering something about how he didn't fall that time. " i probably sound like a broken record, or something, but i'm so sorry ... promise i know how to walk. " he grimaces at the end of the attempted joke, he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

[wreckonism]

      it wasn't secondhand embarrassment that flooded the pit of dallas' stomach, per se, but rather, empathy for the one before him. he was no stranger himself to public mishaps and the close calls that come with being such a gangly individual, attempting to navigate a crowded space. there was no shame to be had, especially for something so menial, but an excuse to continue on with this interaction ? that was something he couldn't pass up, not with a cute stranger. " usually i'd blame the earth. might've tilted a bit extra and caught you off balance ! or ... the place is haunted. you got pushed by some drunk ghost. i'd tell the bartender that — see if you could get a free drink out of it ! "       he quickly stuffed his hands into his pockets upon realizing it still remained on the other's shoulder, a blanketing feeling of sheepishness shrouding over his features now, one that he aimed to hide. " no apologies are necessary ! you're all good, i swear. i'm more concerned about you, really - afraid you stepped wrong 'n got your ankle all weird. ——— i'm dallas, by the way ! "

[disastarus]

event 001 | @wreckonism

BEING at the meet for a prolonged period of time was irritating to evelyn, she had work in the morning and she hadn't really spoken to anybody. choosing to mostly stay in the corner beside her car while everyone around her socialised. the word wallflower came to mind when she thought of her behaviour. "i'm shocked there's not been a fight yet," evelyn spoke to the person beside her, looking out to the crowd of people, perhaps if there was fighting she would be more entertained. "do you wanna bet on how long it'll take for one to break out?"

[wreckonism]

      a break from socializing, at least with the masses, is exactly what dallas needed right now. he resigned to the sidelines, finishing off what he hoped was the last of his drinks ( if he could buy himself enough self-restraint ). it seemed to him that there were a few folks who opted to do the same, offering him some comfort and maybe some company if he couldn't control his mouth's urge to run on and on. " huh ? " he muttered, unknowing if the question was directed towards him. " oh ! hey ! yeah, me too, kinda .. 'cept i'm hoping there's not .. but um, i've got a $10 in my pocket right now. wanna shake on something ? " a friendly bet couldn't hurt.

[amadouers]

          rosy  lips  curl  into  a  smile  when  she  sees  dallas,  though  she'd  have  to  fight  the  urge  to  roll  her  eyes  at  his  question.   “   well,  you  know  me.  of  course  i'm  gonna  stand  here  and  look  pretty  all  day.   ”   what  else  is  she  supposed  to  do  here  anyways  ?  it's  not  like  she  has  a  ride  to  show  off  or  something  …  well,  not  yet.   “   but  sure,  i  guess  you  can  get  me  a  drink.   ”   at  least  she  knows  she  could  trust  dallas  out  of  all  these  people  here.   “   you  been  having  a  good  time  so  far,  hm  ?   ”

[wreckonism]

      " and you're doing a great job at it ! " his words were meant in earnest. it was simply dallas' nature, dishing out compliments like he's oprah himself, except he truly meant it. being in good graces with those around him was a moral feat for him, something he was deeply committed to. " hope you don't mind if i join you. of course, i'm kinda bribing you with a free drink, so. " it was lucky that they were positioned beside an open bar, as dallas could seamlessly communicate via hand gestures, signaling another round of whatever he had in hand. " kinda, yeah ! it's great, 'cept for the part when i sadly participated in some old fashioned trash talk. not my finest moment, and i'm seriously regretting it now ... you ? i hope your time's better than mine right now. "

[ctrlerrcr]

tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, grey can't help the laugh ( giggle ? ) that he lets out at dallas' quip back. " you wanna call that flirting ? " an eyebrow quirks. " i really shouldn't have tried so hard last time ... " he lets his sentence quiet down towards the end, acting like it had to be kept a secret that the two had slept together. " nah, we're never down members ... not what i hear about you guys, though ? i guess that's what happens when you play dirty. " grey's shoulders rise into a shrug, letting out a bored sigh. his beer was empty, much to his dismay, " another round, on me, as a sign of good faith, or whatever ? " grey began walking away before dallas could respond, swinging the empty beer bottle between his fingers as he continued to put distance between the two.

[wreckonism]

      he's at odds, toeing the line between opting for keeping the other at arm's length, only offering pleasantries and minimal conversation, versus what he really wants. rivalries aside, greyson would be someone dallas feels like he could trust, someone whose company he would enjoy past a simple one night stand. at least from the way they spoke, lost in conversation even amongst the noise of a busy bar, it would be a loss to let the potential of friendship slip through his fingers. a bit of a healthy competition couldn't hurt, though. " mhm. unless you're telling me that you talk to everyone like that, 'n i'm just not special ... then, ouch. " a feigned pout, lip jutting out for that added drama.       " you know i'm a fan of playing dirty. just not with drivin' though —— call me a rebel. jus' not a fan of fuckin' with other people, but i don't stop the rest of 'em. not my business. " he led with a straight face, but couldn't help the laughter that spilled through at the innuendo. " well, if you're buying ... i can't say no. "

[amadouers]

          this  isn't  her  first  car  meet,  and  yet  it's  easy  to  tell  julie  doesn't  quite  belong  to  the  scene  -  she'd  rather  stand  from  a  distance  and  watch  everyone  else  do  their  things,  just  like  this,  until  somebody  comes  up  to  her.  head  turning  towards  the  other,   “   yeah,  i  see  some  familiar  faces  around.   ”   a  smile  appears  on  her  face  before  she  could  say,   “   yours  kinda  new  though.  you  know  anyone  here  ?   ”   julie  couldn't  help  but  chuckle  at  their  next  words.   “   well,  that's  the  interesting  part,  yeah  ?  too  bad  nothing  has  happened  yet  so  i'm  bored  as  hell.   ”

[wreckonism]

      yves only really talked out of obligation, the urge to fill the air with noise and not look like a total loner, but conversing with a new face couldn't hurt. maybe it was the festivities that had them feeling more generous - not that their presence was something that needed to be gifted, per se, but still. " sick. " was all they could offer in response to that, short and sweet. " a few, " shrugging - know was a stretch to them. work with ? sure. " kinda just slumming it myself, though. but it's chill, i usually prefer to take things that way, y'know ? then i could bolt if something does happen. how long d'you think it's gonna take someone to say shit that gets 'em tackled ? "

[vroomzz]

" uh, maybe ? i mean, i've done the bleached look, lime green .. racing stripes could be ... interesting. i saw somebody with some cool lookin' leopard spots one time. " he has the overwhelming feeling like he's speaking too much, rambling, and tries to push it down with a sip of beer. " no. i think i used to rollerskate as a kid, in that generic kids party sorta way. it just seems like a way to make walking ... harder. -- no offence. "

[wreckonism]

     " no fuckin' way ——— you went full tennis ball ? sick. i'd pay to see that again, 'n bleach those lines in myself. " their chuckle uprooted a hiccup, one that nearly caught them off balance before a quick pivot saved yves from a grossly embarrassing feat. loose nerves, that's all it was ; inhibitions were low with the aid of this. " gross. rink skates suck. they never grease the trucks right so it's like skating on a hot wheels car. but hey, don't cut it before you even give it a fair shot. bet i could smoke you in a race. your board's got nothin' on these bad boys. "

[vroomzz]

she laughs, " dance battle, hm ? you got moves, molina ? " she beams, taking a sip of her drink. she touches his arm lightly, " but hey, you can get all philosophical with me whenever you want. don't sweat it. " it probably shouldn't be the case, considering the rivalry the two were expected to uphold, but mirlande couldn't find it in herself to care, particularly at this moment. " yeah. maybe a little too good, " she glances down at the drink with a mischievous smile, " so do you. " she takes a moment to really drink him in, hoping the action isn't too obvious. " i bet people have got their eye on you tonight. i can practically feel the glares. " she half-jokes.

[wreckonism]

     " dance battle. full movie moment. that'd so work ! you get enough drinks in me 'n my hips move like no other. definitely not enough to rival shakira, but they've got a bit of swing ! " anxieties and all be damned, as dallas quickly descended into a fit of laughter that had him reeling back, nearly spilling his own drink. the added alcohol didn't help when it came down to easily concealing the rosy tinge to the tips of his cheeks, something that seemed to frequently come alongside the other's presence. " on me ?! nah, they're all for you .. maybe us if you insist. but definitely you. "

[cowboyhudsons]

[niamhmccormack]

#me

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[netflixdefenders]

[disgustinggf]

[sovietnam]

[masongoodingsource]

MASON GOODING being interviewed for SCREAM (2022)

[ctrlerrcr]

calliope was laughing, her stomach beginning to hurt from the jokes the man opposite her were saying. she was nursing her drink, trying to remind herself that she needed to pace herself ... and maybe drink some water, and eat some food ... but that was the least of her worries, she had begun to focus on how she was getting cold, which how does that happen when they're in miami of all places ..? calliope recognized who was walking up to her before they even spoke, a smile gracing her lips as she seemingly forgot about the male who had been chatting her ear off for the past 15 minutes. " hi ! " her bubbly greeting was soon met with a pout, arms crossing over her chest. " wait, who was talking shit ? " it was a genuine question, eyes looking past yves, her head moving to try and get a better look. " i really am sorry if they said anything to you ! i don't know why no one seems to know how to be civil. i don't want the party to get ... rolled ? " admitedly, she had no idea what that word meant in this context. " if you need me to talk to people, i will ! socuts honor, or whatever ! " eyes on them, calliope reaches out and grabs their arm. " i can be intimidating, i promise ! "

[wreckonism]

      the blatant disregard of the unfamiliar face, one that yves didn't bother to examine as is, seemed to not go unnoticed. the stranger simply took it in their stride, turning on their heel and, what she assumed, went to go find another willing party to lend a careful, very patient ear.       " 'sup. " they casually greeted back — they weren't a monster, but they did have a pension for pulling someone into a full-fledged conversation without any heed or notice. " nah, i'm good. don't worry 'bout me. i'm just waitin' to see if someone's getting punched tonight or whatever. " a shrug, as they weren't fully aware of the gravity of public fights - it was never something they had to worry about firsthand. yves' blase demeanor was quickly shattered, though, with a spluttering laugh that had their hand smacked over her mouth within a matter of seconds. " suuuuuure. " she drew out, words accessorized with a slow nod and a grin. " you could sure show 'em, huh, tiger ? " the wink that followed was the cherry on top.