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marleyaltmeyer​:

Leopard coat draped over her shoulders, Marley raises a freshly poured cup of punch to her lips. Her third of the night. Maybe, fourth. To be honest, she’s lost count. All she knows is the magenta colored liquid is definitely the strongest, which is why that’s the one she went for again. Because stronger was always better in her opinion. She’d gone for quite a different look that night with thick black eyeliner painted around her eyes and a pair of obnoxiously large statement earrings in honor of Wahol’s underrated and tragic muse, Edie Sedgwick. Still, she’s stomping around in her favorite pair of old worn out combat boots and rolling her eyes anytime some Tarantino wannabe tries to shove a camera in her face. Nonetheless, she has to admit she’s enjoying the night. “As if that’s even a question,” she scoffs as she listens to Axel’s proposition. Her lips curling into a smirk as she eyes the competition in question. “Enticing offer. The walls in our room are kind of bare now that I think of it. Could be quite the addition. Are we sure we want to do this, though? Might bruise their fragile egos too much.”

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          marley  in  herself,  was  a  work  of  art.  as  she  swept  across  the  party,  axel  wouldn’t  be  surprised  if  she  inspired  a  few  pieces  of  art  to  be  created,  becoming  the  party’s  very  own  personal  muse.  she  grins  something  holy  at  the  blonde’s  words,  the  sunglasses  dipping  down  slightly  on  the  bridge  of  her  nose,  exposing  pupils  the  size  of  golf  balls  as  axel’s  hands  find  marley’s  prominent  cheek  bones,  cratering  them  in  her  palms,  “  altmeyer,  i  fuckin’  love  you  .  ”  she  declares,  and  it’s  clear  that  she  has  something  other  than  a  couple  of  vodka  tonics  floating  in  her  system,    “  genius. fuckin’ genius.  let’s  skip  the  game  and  go  straight  to  making  some  art  for  our  room.  i  offer  up  my  tits  on  the  left  wall  by  the  window.  that  spot  right  next  to  the  door  is  all  yours,  what’re  we  getting  from  you  in  the  name  of  art  ?  ”

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judehayward​:

“Makes me, uh… Makes me think of Italy, personally,” Jude reviewed the painting in front of him with Axel at his side, giving a limp jut of his beer bottle to single something out. “Leaning tower. Pisa. You, uh… You see those two boulders? Metaphorical interpretation… The fuckin’… weight of balancing something up, that’s trying to fall down. Crooked shape of that central rod… Pretty, uh… Dunno, I have to say… I’m moved. Bit of, uh… Bit of a lump in my throat. Whoever this piece is by… they fuckin’… knew how to evoke emotion.” The painting in question was just a crudely done penis in red paint, an early addition by students in the Jackson Pollock room with their brains in the gutter. Jude, eyes red-rimmed to the point that it was a borderline cause for concern, squinted as if attempting to calibrate further assessment. “What’s your interpretation? What are you, uh… feeling? Stirred? Fuckin’… overcome?” @axclfms​

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            they  were  practically  a  fragment  of  an  imagination,  two  lanky  figures  standing  side-by-side,  the  world  spinning  in  chaos  around  them  in  what  feels  like  a  timelapse;  bodies  moving  as  quickly  as  axel  can  fathom  while  her  and  jude  stay  still  in  the  eye  of  it  all.    she  doesn’t  know  how  long  they’ve  been  standing  in  front  of  the  painting,  jude’s  critique  causing  axel’s  head  to  tilt  -  making  a  show  to  examine  it  in  as  great  of  detail  as  he  was  describing,  the  laugh  that  threatens  to  escape  ghosting  her  lips.  “  this  --  ”  she  gestures  theatrically  towards  it  with  an  arm,  the  other  digging  into  her  back  pocket  and  pulling  out  a  chanel  lipstick.  “  this  is  a  work  of  art.  this  deserves  to  replace  moaning  lisa  in  the  louvre  .  ”  she  takes  a  step  towards  the  canvas,  blocking  out  jude  from  seeing  what  she  writes  in  the  corner,  the  lipstick  moving  easily  against  the  canvas  in  cursive.  “  judas,  i  don’t  know  what  possessed  me  to  do  that,  but  i  think  the  answer  is  written  right  here.  ”  she  takes  a  step  to  the  side,  revealing the  revised  piece  of  art  ,  using  the  lipstick  canister  to  point  to  where  she’d  just  written,  “  look,  j.  christ.  year  4  ad.    this  is  the  work  of  god's  son  ”

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nathanielbeaumont​:

     everything is an odd blur of color as he dances from room to room before settling near the makeshit bar — a blur of faces rush past him when he tries to think it all. the spearmint of someone’s lip gloss still stings slightly on his lips, despite the feeling of an eternity having past. he refills his glass, running a thumb along his bottom lip in an effort to smooth out the smears of color. “baby girl, i’m here on a bear pong scholarship and you look like you have wickedly good aim. there’s no doubt that we could beat those assholes.” he laughed, hands shaking slightly as he brought his drink to his lips. “let’s do it, i’m thinking maybe we replace your boobs with your wrist — as like a statement about how they should both be as socially acceptable to show in public.”

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              “  is  that  so  ?  ”  her  head  quirks  to  the  side,  taking  a  sip  of  her  drink  and  eyeing  him  over  the  rim  of  her  cup,  “  i  expect  to  see  top  notch  fuckin’  tricks  from  you,  then.  --  heard  brad  over  there  can  shoot  it  right  out  of  his  ass.  are  you  gonna  let  him  show  you  up  like  that  ?  ”  she  grins,  as  she  pushes  the  sunglasses  from  the  bridge  of  her  nose,  tousling  dark  locks  with  a  strike  of  red.  her  thumb  reaching  forward  to  the  corner  of  his  lip,  brushing  against  the  pink  gloss  that  sparkles  under  the  lights,  and  swipes it  down  his  chin.  “  it’s  cute,  but  totally  not  your  color  ,  ”  she  comments,  and  the  mirth  swims  freely  in  newly  revealed  emerald  hues  before  she  lets  a  laugh  sweep  out  of  her,  “  all  for  the  sake  of  the  free  the  nipple  movement,  hm  ?   i’ll  sign  off  on  letting  you  use  my  picasso-esque-tits-and-wrists  picture  during  your  next  rally  if  you  promise  you  won’t  ever  call  me  baby  girl  ever  again  .  ”  her  tone  is  teasing  before  she’s  lifting  her  cup  again,  letting  her  lips  flirt  against  the  rim  as  she  takes  another  sip.  

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httpande​:

Having ventured through almost every room, Ande has retired back to the makeshift bar with rosy flushed cheeks from not only pre-gaming, but the copious amounts of beer they’ve been consuming throughout the night as well. Watching the undergrad students and disgusting frat boys and sorority sisters that’ve seemed to take over from the more artistic crowd that’d been more present when things first began. With a judgmental presence toward the chaos ensuing, they finally turn to face the woman at their side, brow quirked. “Oh, we could crush them. There’s no doubt in that.” Ande slurs a bit. ”Oh, sweetheart… I’d love nothing more than to have the honor…”

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          she  swirls  her  drink,  mixing  the  concoction  into  something  poisonous  as  a  smirk  flits  onto  her  lips,  looking  over  at  her  newest  partner,  “  that’s  the  fuckin  spirit  !  ”  she  muses,  taking  a  sip  of  her  drink  -  the  way  their  words  slur  together,  she  can  tell  they’re  both  near  the  same  level  -  which  truth  be  told,  even  with  an  eye  closed  and  her  fingers  crossed  -  she  doesn’t  know  how  good  her  aim  is  gonna  be.  the  bottle  of  vodka  she’d  used  to  make  her  drink  is  still  in  her  hands  and  without  warning  she  pours  a  little  into  their  cup,  before  knocking  hers  against  theirs  in  a  sudden  cheers,  “  ideas  for  team  names  ?   preferably  something  that’ll  bring  out  alpha  dick  omega’s   roid  rage  out  ?  ” 

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                          she’s    inherited    a    pair    of    bright    red    sunglasses    from    whoever    left    them    for    her    in    the    bathroom,    the    blue    streak    of    paint    across    one    of    the    lens’    is    her    personal    touch.    it    matches    the    blue    that    resides    in    her    hair    from    when    her    entire    figure    had    been    outlined    on    one    of    the    canvases    in    the    pollock    room.    she’s    a    blur    of    golden    chaos    as    she    makes    her    way    through    room-to-room,    polishing    a    drink    and    leaving    a    bright    red    kiss    on    her    chosen    masterpiece    before    drifting    into    the    next    room.    she’s    refilling    a    red    cup    at    a    makeshift    bar,    behind    her    a    group    of    frat-like    boys    have    taken    campbell    soup    cans    and    have    turned    them    into    a    game    of    beer    pong.    she    takes    a    sip    of    her    drink,    turning    to    the    person    beside    her,    “  what    do    you    say    -  ”    she    tosses    a    look    over    her    shoulder,  before she looks back at them with a smile  ,     “  think    we    can    beat    chad,    brad    and    their    dad    in    a    game  ?    if    we    win,    i’ll    let    you    replace    my    tits    with    any    body    part    you    want    in    the    picasso    photobooth  .  ” @radopens​ 

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duckyfm·:

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Stretched across a beanbag - Ducky hadn’t been sure how long ago it’d been since he’d first joined the room, eyes glazing past the sunflowers that surrounded him and sticking to the painting overhead, instead. Someone had thought to mimic Starry Night on the ceiling - the stars pulsated, colors swirled - he thought he could name constellations in the painting, like there’d been any to begin with. “That one’s, fucking … Cassiopeia,” he pointed up, towards nothing, head half-hanging off the beanbag and body sunken in - his perception skewed, “She uh - was a queen, once. Got strung up with the stars as punishment, though - fucking … pissed Poseidon off, or whatever. Big fucking ego.”

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there’s  a  joint  perched  between  her  lips,  sparking  the  room  cherry  red  as  she  waits  for  the  joint  to  catch.  a  thin  veil  of  grey  starts  to  dance  away  from  her  as  she  inhales,  green  orbs  darting  towards  the  painting  -  she  doesn’t  see  what  he  sees  -  not  yet,  anyways  but  she  goes  along  with  it  anyway.  “  never  really  got  why  that  was  punishment  ,  ”  she  murmurs  pausing  to  take  another  hit,  “  think  i’d  rather  be  immortalised  to  the  stars,  than  have  to  deal  with  poseidon  and  zeus.  ”  she  holds  out  the  joint  in  offering,  “    ---  ‘sides,  i’d  rather  rule  the  stars  than  heaven  or  the  waters  or  hell.  all  mortals  admire  the  stars  but  they  fear  the  others.  -  it’s  why  they  envy  us.  the  gods.  we’ve  got  things  to  fear  and  lose.  ”  the  words  tumble  out  without  much  of  a  thought,  her  eyes  drifting  to  the  male  for  a  few  beats  before  it’s  back  onto  the  art  piece,  “  you  think  this   painting’s  overrated  ?  ”    

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philcmena·:

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philly hung from the mouth of the dinosaur model like she’d been crushed beneath its’ teeth, limbs sticking out from between tooth gaps like the bars of a cage - that’s what the mouth had felt like; a cage. it hadn’t been a particularly large exhibit - only eight feet tall - but she still had managed to find herself stuck between jaw. hardly minded it, though - felt natural, almost, like every time she’d gotten stuck on a tree’s branches. “hello,” she greeted a passerby, bent upside down - secure in the dinosaur’s mouth and narrowly avoiding tooth against spine, “it seems i’ve gotten very stuck. do you have a drink on you? i’m quite parched.”

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the  warehouse  and  it’s  different  rooms  reminded  her  of  the  coney  island  fun  house  she’d  visited  all  those  years  ago.  different  rooms  inspired  different  reactions,  minds  being  captured  and  enthralled  by  different  objects,  while  others  were  completely  disregarded  and  ignored  for  more  eye-catching  points  in  the  room.  the  dinosaur  model  hadn’t  particularly  piqued  the  girl’s  interest,  her  eyes  stopping  on  the  scales  for  only  a  few  beats  before  she  continues  walking,  eyes  darting  away.  a  voice,  airy  and  effervescent  causes  her  head  to  tilt  up,  standing  right  below  the  dinosaur,  she  spots  the  tiny  girl  perched  between  teeth.  “  you  look  like  you’re  part  of  the  display.  ”  she  comments  as  she  starts  lifting  the  infamous  solo  cup  towards  her,  “  i’ll  get  you  another  one  if  you  guess  what  the  secret  ingredient  is.  ”

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conye-west·:

He’s a bit disappointed at the lack of an Andy Warhol themed room at the party, as he was fully expecting to drunkenly stomp around it with Clark chanting SOUP! SOUP! SOUP! So, of course, they’d opted for the Kusami room instead, and ended up tiring themselves out pretty quickly. He’s graduated to the corner and is now taking an incredibly long sip of his drink, and he only notices someone else’s eyes on him when the contents of the cup begin dribbling down his chin, because he’s at that point in the evening. “…I meant to do that.” (@radopens·)

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she  can  practically  feel  the  bass  pulsating  through  her  veins,  drumming  to  the  beat  of  whatever  gaudy  song  spins  around  the  room.  she  feels  like  she’s  in  the  dead-set  centre  of  the  room,  the  world  spinning  around  her  as  her  hands  lift  to  the  crystal  and  disco  ball  encrusted  ceiling,  reaching  for  them  but  like  many  things,    they’re  so  incredibly  out  of  her  grasp.    pupils  practically  the  size  of  saucers,  swivel  away  and  dance  across  the  room,  admiring  the  shiny  objects  that  cut  across  the  room,  forming  shadows  and  lights  across  people’s  faces.    she  pauses  on  the  male  in  front  of  her,  words  echoing  from  his  lips  and  spinning  in  her  direction,  eyebrows  knitting  together  before  she  lets  a  laugh  teeter  out.  “  on  purpose.  on  purpose.  ”  the  words  repeat  themselves  as  she  steps  closer  to  him,  “  nothing  in  this  whole  place  is  totally  on  purpose.  that’s  art,  isn’t  it  ?  ”  there’s  a  toothy  grin  that  takes  over  her  features,  “  you  -  my  dribbling  lightweight  -  should  own  the  art  that  you  just  committed.  ”  a  finger  pokes  lightly  on  the  color  that  now  decorates  his  shirt,  “  add  to  this  with  some  paint,  or  something.  make  it  look  like  it  was  on  purpose  .  ”

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bradygh​:

It was a completely typical scene ― Brady sitting at the corner table in the cafe with his second (or third, maybe fourth) coffee, hunched over his open laptop with terrible posture. He was never quite as serious as he was about his videos. It was all too easy for him to lose track of time and end up spending an entire day in the same spot, perfecting his work. Except this time in particular, he just couldn’t seem to get it right. He’d been revising and editing the same section of the video for so long it was starting to make his eyes hurt. He felt like he needed a second opinion before he just deleted the whole thing and restarted. He looked up to the nearest occupied table and nodded in their direction. “Hey, would you maybe wanna come look at this?” He gestured toward his laptop screen. “Trying to edit somethin’ for my class and I need to know if it sucks as much as I think it does.” @radopens​

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                      he    was    zoned    in    ,    tucked    himself    into    his    own    little    world    of        -    she    knew    the    look    .    it    was    the    one    where    the    rest    of    the    world    blurred    into    background    noise    ,    the    minutes    and    hours    ticked    by    without    realising    ,    the    day    escaping    as    the    art    you    can’t    step    away    from    aches    to    be    perfected    .    she    was    about    to    interject    herself    into    his    world    ,    iced    coffee    in    hand    but    just    as    steps    away    from    her    the    counter    with    her    drink    ,        she    hears    him    call    out    to    someone    else    .    there’s    a    teasing    roll    of    her    eyes    as    she    moves    to    stand    between    the    tables    ,    blocking    the    other    from    answering        ,    “    what    the    fuck    ,    brady    .    i’m    LITERALLY    right    here    and    you’re    going    to    ask    someone    who    probably    has    a    NAKED    eye    and    can’t    see    your    vision    ?    ”        as    each    passing    syllable    teeters    out  ,    her    lips    flare    into    a    grin,    pausing    to    take    sip    of    her    drink  ,    “  give    me    a    SUMMARY    of    the    video    in    THREE    words    and    i’ll    tell    you    whether    it    sucks    or    not,    WITHOUT   even    having    to    watch    it    .    ”

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kymcni​:

at the other’s critique he looked over himself, noting that maybe he didn’t look like the most fun. it’s not his fault he thought that a business casual look was appropriate for this evening, he was trying to look fun and professional, like a cool game show host. he guessed that it wasn’t received as well as he’d hoped. “i’d like to say i’m more fun than i look, just so you know.” he defended, now suddenly a lot more self conscious than other people rejecting him over and over could ever make him. “uh, well there id this poetry night at this lounge and i am trying to get others interested.” wow, who knew one small criticism and suddenly his whole life is in question., and here he went, thinking he was so secure in himself and his abilities. “uh, no flash photography though!” he jokes, noticing the piece of equipment around her neck. “you’re super welcome to come though. we are hoping to foster an environment of acceptance and understanding, as well as cheap alcohol. if that’s your type of thing?”

                  “  is  that  so  ?  ”  her  head  tilts  to  the  side  slightly  ,  green  hues  dancing  around  the  boy’s  features  ,  mirth  coating  her  tone;  she  can  tell  her  words  or  maybe her sudden  presence  has  affected  him  ,  knocked him off balance  .  “  you’re  giving  me  some  young  pastor  vibes  . . .  but  PROVE IT  -  tell  me  what  kind  of  FUN  you  got  yourself  into  last  weekend  ?  ”  shaped  brows  lift  in  question  ,  offering  her  attention.  “  you  should  have  STARTED  with  cheap  alcohol  .  you’re  on  a  college  campus  ,  that’s  practically  the  universal  PASSWORD for  getting  everyone  to  come  out  .  ”    there’s  a  light  breeze  that  sweeps  by  them  and  axel  steadies  her  camera  around  her  neck  ,  “  are  YOU  getting  up  to  read  something  ?  ”  she  hardly  pauses  to  let  him  answer  ,  before  her  next  question  comes  spinning  out  ,  “    ----  if  i  recited  the  INFAMOUS  jesus  died  for  our  cyn-thi-as  slam  poetry reading  ,  on  a  scale  of  one  to  ten  ,  how  WELL  would  it  be  received  ?  ” 

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AXEL MEDICI + INSTAGRAM

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kymcni·:

kymani had been bothering people for the last hour. well, bothering was harsh, but probably correct. he had promised the owner of a local cafe he’d bring some people to a poetry slam, an honorable thought, no doubt, people weren’t really responding as nicely as he had hoped though. what, were they too good to listen to young adults complain about the world? what could be a better way to spend a saturday night? he mustered what felt like the last bit of positivity he had as he approached yet another innocent student just trying to walk on campus. “you look like you know about a good time! what are you doing tonight?” he asked, in all fairness, probably getting a little too close to the other student before they slipped away from him. damn, another one bites the dust. @radopens·

                        in  a  world  that  spun  and  spun  and  spun  far  too  fast  for  axel  to  find  her  footing,  it  seemed  to  slow  down  just  a  fraction  when  she  was  looking  at  it  through  the  tiny  viewfinder  of  a  minolta  x-370.  standing  on  a  wrought  iron  bench,  eyes  hidden  from  the  world  -  one  shut  tight  and  the  other  focused  on  finding  what  others  would  normally  overlook  .  the  shutter  is  quick  ,  barely  making  a  sound  but  it  captures  the  perfect  moment  of  rejection  ,  annoyance  and  maybe  a  touch  of  defeat  as  she  lets  a  smile  overtake  her  features  ,  amusement  being  verified  by  the  sound  that  tumbles  out  of  her  lips  .  she  hops  down  from  the  bench  ,  walking  up  to  the  male  ,  the  camera  slings  from  her  neck  and  moves  with  fluidity  with  her  with  every  step  she  takes  ,  “  you  look  the  complete  OPPOSITE  of  a  good  time  ,  more  like  . . . .  those  guys  who  try  to  HUSTLE  you  into  buying  shitty  hair  products  in  the  middle  of  the  mall  .  ”    her  head  crooks  to  the  side  slightly  ,  taking  the  male  in  ,  “  i’ll  PLAY  a  little  ,  though    --  tell  me  ,  what  am  i  doing  TONIGHT  ?  ”

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A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else.

Francoise Sagan, from Bonjour Tristesse (via watchoutforintellect)

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hllo demons n space cowboys !! i’m sage  comin 2 u live frm the est tz with a v red dash icon tht i can’t be bothered to change atm .   anyways  ,  shimmies shoulders  im v v excited to be here with my child axel  so let me just diiiiive right into her ! pls hit me up or spank tht lil heart if you’d like to plot and i’ll come runnin. 

「charlotte d’alessio & cisfemale」⇾ medici , axel, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a scorpio and 20 years old. she is studying fine arts & photography, living in noland and can be passionate, magnetic, heedless & addictive. when i see her i am reminded of catfishing passport photos, shoplifting out of pure boredom & empty film canisters used as pill holders . ⇽

alrite first things first HERE is her pinterest ,  feel free to skip all the junk below  & just vibe check her

BACKGROUND

born & raised in southlake, tx  to oliver & pearl medici

they were high school sweethearts who were voted most likely to get married and have a dozen kids running around

they stopped at 2 bc they just .. their kids were a handful  . . . but axel will tell you they stopped after her bc they hit perfection :~)

the medici’s come from a long line of politicians  &  are all associated with the political world in one form or another  

her father dreamt of becoming president  &  honestly was beginning to climb his way there

started off by getting elected as mayor  &  then from mayor went onto join the state’s senate & was working on his campaign for governor of tx

axel & her older brother adored their father & played their part , knowing that even the smallest mistake cld wreck their dad’s way to the top... even if it didn’t matter now, if he were to run his presidential campaign they would surely be digging for anything to take him down .  aside frm some partying & drinking , they never did anything too too wild

her brother ended up going to yale for college, not wanting to be too far from him but wanting a break from her parents  &  texas  ,  axel applied to radcliffe bc she knew the ivy life wasn’t for her

and something about radcliffe’s history drew her in

last year right before midterms , axel got a phone call tht turned her world upside down .  her dad had gotten into a car accident.  after getting rushed to the ER, he ended up dying from complications in surgery.  he was in the early stages of his campaign for governor & was on his way to meet his team.

it was ruled as an accident &  that seemed to be that on that. & everyone went ahead and moved on with their lives

axel still wants to believe that there was foul play in her father’s death mainly bc she wants to blame someone

frm her eyes her mom n brother have healed without any trouble. her brother had gone back to school, graduated from yale and jetted off to south africa with his new gf where they were working for a non profit . her mom had started dating someone new within six months.

PERSONALITY

the whole thing has taken an impact on her n she’s just ... a lot more darker or wilder nw. think bradley martin frm bates motel or marissa cooper frm the oc

was probably head of social committee and heavily involved in the school. was also a cheerleader but went to practice high as balls one too many times , and eventually got kicked off the team.

lost a bet & graffiti’d the school building , got ratted out and spent a month of her summer doing community service and picking up trash.

if you knew her during freshman year and half of sophomore year ,  she is probably a completely different person nw.

pops xanax like they’re vitamins , is constantly day drunk , always has a flask hidden in a designer purse. has low key developed a little bit of a coke habit

rly good at putting on a facade of perfection when she needs to but truly feels like she has nothing left to lose so she says whatever pops into her mind, likes to stir up trouble when she’s bored n has rly just turned into a firecracker n is jus kinda.. ruthless nw

wld hit on someone’s dad out of pure boredom 

uses sex as an outlet to feel in control, to feel good , to feel wanted

only thing that she’s still passionate about is art and photography .

photography inspo is probably sarahbahbah , where she likes to shoot things in series with a film vibe to it.

catch her walking around with hints of paint on her hands , not sleeping bc she’s trying to perfect her latest piece

always sketching or doodling , probably has a film camera slung around her neck or dangling frm her wrist

human embodiment of the cherry & wilted rose emoji

big on skin care and doing face masks and only says ‘self love’ ironically. usually after she spins herself into chaos

big aesthetic would b phoebe tonkin lookin sad and depressed at the farmer’s market carrying around flowers 

ok that is all i got .... ty for prowling thru this if u did. also she is a fairly new muse of mine so if ... she ends up changing once she hits the dash MIND UR BUSINESS alskslks jkkk

WANTED CONNECTIONS

we love angst & fictional toxicity over here! hit me w any & all of ur toxic wcs

a good influence for her

someone who she used to be bff’s with but shut them out when everything went down and now it’s just ... awkward between them

someone who she didn’t get along with before but now they’re pals

unlikely friends!

a ride or die friendship

a confidant .. hit me with those 12 am late night heart to hearts with no filter NO CAP!

someone who ratted her out for vandalizing

hook ups  wld be fun ! tinder matches, one night stands etc. 

someone who axel just completely fucked over in some way (romantic or platonic) 

truly anything i am dwn for ! thnk u and good night

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fucked a boy because i wanted to write a poem about him. drove my car into a tree because i wanted to see if i could taste god. threw up in the toilet because i wanted to get the dead feeling out of me. i’m doing things i’m not proud of, i know, i had people tell me this as they pressed their lips to my skin, dragged me out of fires, held my hair out of my face. do i like ruining myself? no (that’s a lie) yes (that’s also a lie) maybe i just do things for the sake of doings; maybe i’m the car crash and i wasn’t meant to be saved. i’m not trying to sound melodramatic here, do not listen to the doctor. she thinks i need help. i take a lollipop from her desk. i put my fist through a wall. my knuckles have bruises for a week and two days, i remember that because the boy i slept with says i look like i’ve been in a fight and i tell him, yeah with myself. we’re sitting on the floor of his bedroom. boys never shut their blinds properly so there’s a sliver of the moonlight coming through and i want to grab onto it. i kiss him instead, hard enough to make my lip bleed. jane is getting tired of me and says why can’t you help yourself. i don’t know mum i don’t know but tell me when you find out.

- they want me to pray to a god, j.l.

[axclfms]

@charlottedalessio