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" so  you'll  come,  right  ?  ”  she  finished,  eyes  doe-like  as  a  hopeful  smile  twitched  to  her  lips.  dainty  fingers  slide  the  flyer  across  the  table,  patting  it  once  as  it  stopped  at  its  destination  in  front  of  the  other  before  clasping  her  hands  together  once  again.  "  there'll  be  free  drinks.  "  she  added  on  with  a  hint  of  desperation,  it  wasn’t  like  anybody  around  here  couldn’t  afford  to  pay.  though  without  the  promise  of  freebies,  meredith  couldn't  imagine  anybody  actually  willing  attending  her  mother's  charity  auction  evening  -  she  didn't  even  want  to  attend  HERSELF  -  but  she  knew  she  had  to  least  try  to  keep  her  mother's  relentless  disappointment  at  bay  and  drag  some  people  along  with  her.

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* DYLAN

             meredith’s laugh was contagious. much like the bond that twins shared, finishing each other’s sentences, crying at the same time as the other, they often shared EMOTIONS. the giggle of her best friend could part the clouds in even the most intense of storms. ❝ poor little old me, ❞ they droned dramatically, responding to the nudge by linking their arm with meredith’s. ❝ it’s really quite sad, though. how someone’s response to genuine affection can be… T H A T. it just makes me want to try harder, if anything. ❞ if anyone knew how the desire to to good weighed heavily on her shoulders, it was meredith. the constant struggle to give back often had dylan worn thin, trying to give too much of herself to too many people and places at once. a coy smirk crept onto her plump brims when meredith presented the more probable explanation for the boy’s behavior and she laughed out loud, ❝ maybe i should’ve been taking notes, then! ❞

meredith  hummed  softly,  "it's  a  real  eye  opener,  for  sure."  she  mused.  although  her  relationship  with  her  parents  lay  in  TATTERS,  at  least  she'd  had  a  roof  over  her  head  and  no  doubt  in  her  mind  that  there  would  be  food  on  the  table  at  the  end  of  the  day.  she  was  resentful  of  her  family  and  the  way  she’d  been  raised,  but  never  of  the  privilege  and  security  her  parents  provided  her.  she  was  LUCKY  in  those  respects.  "you're  doing  good  though,  dyl.  you  have  a  beautiful  heart  and  you're  TRYING  -  that's  all  you  CAN  do.  some  people'll  take  it,  some  will  leave  it."  the  corners  of  her  lips  tilted  to  a  grin,  her  hand  patting  her  arm  comfortingly.  (  it  was  a  lesson  she  was  yet  to  learn  herself  ).  "i  feel  like  taking  lessons  in  savagery  from  an  eight  year  old  SHOULD  be  shameful  but...  honestly  same."  

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fmk: vera, tatiana, meredith

“Fuck Tati. I mean, we’ve already done it a shit ton so what’s one more time? Marry Meredith, since she’s one the only people I can really stand around here. Kill Vera, easy.”

@tativnas, @ofmerediths . @atvera

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do u even like anyone here

“Since when is liking people important? What are we? In kindergarten? But if you must know, Odette is chill. Theo and Dick are my boys, so there, two people for sure. And Meredith isn’t too bad if she’s drunk enough.”

@odvttes  @ofmerediths , @cavndish @dickhadley

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* DYLAN

              ❝ sometimes i volunteer at the youth center, and i’m pretty familiar with most of the kids there at this point, ❞ dylan began, idling twirling her spoon in her tea, ❝ we like to make them snacks, you know, for after school and stuff. well, anyway, i wrote this ADORABLE note with mine. it said have a wonderful day. nothing special, just something to let him know i was thinking about him. after snack time, my note was left on the table, so i went to go pick it up. and he replied back… dear dylan, get out of my life. yeah….. yikes. i’m ashamed to say it out loud but, my heart was broken today by an eight year old… ❞

she  couldn't  help  but  let  out  a  small  burst  of  laughter  at  her  best  friend's  dilemma,  shaking  her  head.  "aw,  dyl."  she  smiled,  nudging  her  lightly,  "i  find  that  some  kids  just  have  a  real  front  up.  they  don't  trust  people  easily.  maybe  he's  trying  to  protect  himself  from  getting  attached."  she  suggested,  an  almost  sad  expression  to  her  features.  she'd  done  her  own  fair  share  of  charity  work  over  the  years,  and  she'd  found  time  and  time  again  that  some  of  the  kids  took  a  while  to  warm  to  you  and  really  trust  you.  it  reminded  her  of  herself  -  NOW  -  at  twenty  one  years  old.  "or  maybe  he  really  is  just  that  savage."

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* MATEO

        weekends were tedious for mateo. the lack of structure made everything float around him, and there was something to be said about the way that he seemed to lack control without things like his classes and studio time to set him down a singular path. these were the moments where mateo always slipped: when his options seemed vast. the party he was at was pretty exclusive, which meant that the scenery was homey enough for him to comfortably lounge on the couch of the boujee upper new york apartment he had been invited into–for the sake of a good time, perhaps, or the sake of having around a guy like mateo, who’d be near-paralyzingly high but calm and watchful all at once. in characteristic fashion, and to keep himself from being amped up and subsequently freaked out by the presence of someone else’s warmth gathering beside him, mateo flung his arm over the back of the couch and, with clenched fingers, pulled himself more upright. “hey,” he croaked, a small smile gracing his features for a split second. “i’d ask if you just got here, but this ‘apartment’ is so fucking huge that i wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve been around.”

meredith  was  already  overwhelming  drunk.  a  long  day,  followed  by  dinner  with  her  parents,  meant  that  the  concoction  of  alcohol  and  a  tiny  helping  of  drugs  she'd  taken  was  pretty  much  INEVITABLE.  that  wasn't  stopping  her,  however,  as  she  wandered  around  the  gigantic  apartment  with  a  glass  held  delicately  between  slim  fingers  and  a  slightly  dazed  smile  on  her  lips.  when  the  sofa  caught  her  eye  she  bee-lined  towards  it,  letting  her  petite  form  collapse  onto  it  with  a  little  too  much  enthusiasm.  she  wasn't  paying   much  attention  to  her  surroundings  so  jolted  at  the  sudden  voice,  laughing  at  herself.  "hi,"  she  marked  the  words  with  a  small,  awkward  wave  before  giggling,  an  action  RESERVED  for  her  intoxicated  self  only,  "oh,  no,  i  was  showing  myself  around  ---"  she  replied,  not  feigned  by  whether  that  sounded  RUDE  or  not  in  her  current  state,  “---  then  i  found  a  bedroom  with  the  most  HUMONGOUS  bed  and  had  a  lie  down.  the  ceiling  was  beautiful."  she  hummed  softly,  letting  herself  relax  back  onto  the  sofa.  "i  guess i lost  track  of  time.  "

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♡      —      MADISON   BEER   &   cis   female   •   hey,   isn’t   that   𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒽   𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃   ?   she   is   that   twenty-one   year   old   that’s   been   living   in   conyers   farm   for   TEN   years.   did   you   know   her   family   is   worth   $15B   ?   no   wonder   she   is   so   solicitous   &   illusive    she   is   known   around   the   estates   as   the   multifaceted,   after   all.  

hey   beauties   !   i'm   soph,   i'm   19   &   i'm   gonna   be   out   getting   drunk   with   my   bf   tonight   to   celebrate   his   big   21st   so   will   miss   opening   but   that's   life   huh...   

┐(‘～`；)┌   ANYWAY   this   is   MEREDITH,   my   sweet,   trouble   angel.   she's   known   as   the   MULTIFACTED   bc   ur   girl   is   ...   two faced.   she   puts   up   appearances   a   LOT,   aka   she's   the   sweet   girl   who   volunteers   all   the   time,   attends   charity   balls,   is   destined   for   greatness,   etc   etc   etc   —   she's   also   the   girl   who   has   a   smiley   face   tattooed   on   her   ass   from   a   drunken   night   &   will   easily   drink   u   under   the   table.   muse   wise,   she   reminds   me   of   BOTH   OF   THE   STRATFORD   SISTERS   (10   things   i   hate   about   you),   MONICA   GELLER,   ELLE   WOODS,   &  TAHANI   AL-JAMIL.   make   sure   to   like   this   post   if   ur   interested   in   plotting   !

HISTORY

22/03/97  just  as  dawn  began  to  crack,  meredith  angelina  allerton  was  born  into  the  world.  a  beautiful  baby  with  cherub-like  features  &  doe  eyes,  her  parents  were  ecstatic  to  have  created  something  so  seemingly perfect  -  and  PERFECTION  would  be  something  they'd  drill  into  her  for  the  duration  of  her  upbringing.

with  no  siblings,  meredith  had  nowhere  to  hide;  nobody  else  to  share  the  overbearing  weight  of  her  parents'  dreams  and  expectations  for  her  with.  from  an  early  age  she  was  learning  the  piano,  taking  ballet  lessons,  had  a  personal  tutor,  and  was  a  member  of  multiple  sports  teams.  the  pressure  was  a  lot,  but  meredith  enjoyed  the  challenge  -  mostly.  

it  wasn't  until  she  reached  her  teens  that  the  pressure  truly  peaked;  and  she  began  turning  to  alcohol  &  drugs  to  ease  her  anxiety  -  it  was  all  pretty  easily  accessible  for  somebody  with  the  money  she  had  &  parents  who  weren't  REALLY  around  that  often.  

her  mental  breakdown  at  seventeen  was  almost  inevitable,  but  instead  of  giving  her  the  time  &  space  she  direly  needed,  her  parents  hushed  her  away  from  the  world  as  if  anybody  KNOWING  that  their  daughter  was  broken  would  ruin  them.   she  was  made  to  feel  like  a  FAILURE   ;  an  embarrassment  to  her  family.  she  became  more  and  more  pliant  to  her  parents'  demands  after  that  -  she  was  nothing  more  than  a  pretty  little  toy  for   them   to   live  vicariously  through  &  mould  to  fit  their  liking.  it  was  easier  for  her  to  oblige.

she's  built  herself  back  up  over  the  years,  but  she's  never  fully  recovered.  her  character  is  very  much  dependent  on  the  company  she’s  with  -  she's  the  perfect  daughter  for  her  parents  &  their  acquaintances,  yet  she’s  also  the  whimsical  &  unattainable  party  girl   behind  their  backs 

PERSONALITY & HEADCANNONS

before  you  REALLY  know  her,  meredith  can  come  across  pretty  aloof  -  it's  not  that  she's  rude,  she's  a  sweetheart deep down  -  it's  more  that  you  can  tell  there's  something  OFF  about  her

her  image  is  like  the  most  important  thing  to  her,  it’s something  that's  been  drilled  into  her  by  her  parents since she was little  -  but  she's  slowly  starting  to  lose  grip  of  the  act  she's  kept  up  for  so  long

she's  pretty  well-spoken  &  polite,  &  can  seem  quite  stuck-up  tbh  ddkkdmndnd aka she doesn’t let herself curse, judges without really meaning to

she's  v  caring,  and  although  she  was  kinda  forced  into  the  whole  'volunteering'  thing  by  her  parents  she  adores  doing  it  -  has  adopted  3  cats  

when  she's  not  under  the  watchful  eyes  of  judging  people,  she's  like  a  WHOLE  new  person  ..  

she  tries  not  to  do  drugs  anymore  but  still  drinks  ..  a  lot  

she's  a  HUGE  PERFECTIONIST  &  needs  everything  to  be  impeccably  organised    ..  also  lowkey  a  control  freak

the  best  shoulder  to  cry  on  tbh  ????  she's  just  rly  good  at  listening  n  being  there  for  people  bc  she  just  wants  to  help  everyoNE

probably  cries  like  ..  10  times  a  day  

she  just  ???  doesn't  know  WHO  she  is  or  what  to  do  with  herself  ..  she's  having  a  midlife  crisis  at  the  age  of  21

WANTED CONNECTIONS

BEST  FRIENDS

CHILDHOOD  FRIENDS

FAMILY  FRIENDS  

PARTY  BUDDIES

OPPOSITES  ATTRACT  /  UNLIKELY  FRIENDSHIP

GOOD  /  BAD  INFLUENCE

LOVE  /  HATE

CONFIDANTS

FRENEMIES

SOMEBODY  WHO  CALLS  HER  OUT  ON  HER  FAKENESS  HEHE

EXES

FWB

CRUSH  (  REQUITED  /  UNREQUITED  )

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Heathers (1988) dir. Michael Lehmann

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Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)