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lavndrrva.

Lavender stands outside the flower shop she works at, no sign of her usual smile on her face. As someone passes by her, Lavender picks up a single white rose and holds it out to the person. “Flower for Henry?” she offers. “We’re keeping him and his loved ones in our thoughts during this time. A flower isn’t much but it shows our love and support.” Lavender tries for a smile but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. @mistystarters·

     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒  𝐍𝐎  𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏  as  she  strides  along  the  sidewalks  of  misty  hollow.  she’s  always  walked  by  lavender’s  shop  on  her  way  home  from  work,  though  it  made  her  route  longer;  there’s  something  comforting  about  the  smell  of  flowers,  even  on  days  where  she’s  pricked  with  dread.  she’s  torn  from  a  far  off  place  when  the  woman  talks  to  her,  accepting  the  flower  as  though  it  were  made  of  glass.  ❝  that’s  such  a  beautiful  gesture.  ❞  she  feels  awkward  saying  it,  like  she’s  trying  too  hard  to  get  her  feelings  across.  she  tucks  the  flower  in  next  to  ear,  where  it  stuck  out  against  dark  locks.  ❝  i,  um,  i’m  sure  his  family  really  appreciates  it.  your  flowers  are  always  so  pretty.  ❞

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jillians.

   it was hard enough being back in misty hollow. jillian was staying in her childhood home and as she tried to sort through the belongings of her parents, she purposefully stayed away from the shrine that used to be jack’s room. assoon as she returned back, a child went missing. “is this some sort of joke?” it hadn’t taken long for her thoughts to be unclear, for worry to set in that it was all happening again. while she couldn’t remember living through it, her parents had spent years instilling their own memories in her and indeed fictitious memories of her brother. “please tell me it’s not true…” her plea was to no one in particular, she just felt the need to say something. this couldn’t happen again; she needed to get back to los angeles as quickly as she could.

     𝐈𝐍  𝐀  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐘  𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖,  a  tragedy  becomes  inescapable.  everyone  is  shaken,  rightfully  so,  and  it’s  not  hard  to  read  the  atmosphere.  who  could  have  done  this,  and  who  is  next?  a  nightmare  of  a  boogeyman  chasing  you  —  only  you  can’t  wake  up.  that’s  how  julia  feels,  anyways.  ❝  i’m  afraid  it  is.  ❞  red  lipstick  stains  the  end  of  her  cigarette,  it’s  her  second  of  that  morning.  she  avoids  meeting  jillian’s  eyes.  ❝  nothing’s  been  …  declared  yet.  maybe  he’ll  come  back.  ❞  optimism  makes  her  feel  as  though  she  were  lying.

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sinfols.

          𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   ╱    @mistystarters·

          the public library in misty hollow should have had a built in, underground bunker for colton hartley; evidently, it was like a second home to the young journalist.  most of cole’s research took place in the tranquil atmosphere the building provided, whenever he was feeling imprisoned in his own apartment or in dire need of fresh air ( the latter being the current case ).  and what perfect timing to peruse the old newspapers, covering the misty hollow murders, than now, during the beginnings of a missing child search party.  a sigh emitted from dry lips, tip of his tongue poking out to quickly swipe over his lower lip, before only then discovering the presence of another at the large table cole occupied.  blue hues silently sized up the other.  the library may not have been considered a hot gossip spot, but that never stopped the brunet before.  “ so … you know anything about that missing kid ?  ”  he leaned forward a bit, his voice low; speaking barely above a whisper.  “  i mean, you think he’d be the type to just wander off, or … ? ”  an open ended question, but he certainly didn’t want to be the one to tether any sinister outcomes to the kid.

     𝐈𝐍  𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒  𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘.  pretentious  to  say  but  true,  many  flock  to  quiet  spaces  to  feel  safe.  while  some  chose  churches  for  comfort  in  trying  time,  billie  chose  the  likes  of  fitzgerald  and  austen  to  keep  her  company  under  sunken  in  wood.  she’s  circling  the  table  with  a  stack  of  books  tucked  under  her  arm,  although  it’s  always  unclear  if  she  actually  reads  any  of  them  or  if  she  just  likes  to  look  at  their  pictures.  ❝  are  you  trying  to  victim-shame  a  child?  ❞  eyebrows  crinkle  but  her  interest  is  peaked regardless.  ❝  or  are  you  a  cop  or  something?  ❞  she  overenunciates  the  word  to  portray  it  as  an  insult.  he  reminds  her  of  the  journalist  from  scream,  if  she  were  less  punchable  but  just  as  gossipy.  ❝  i  dunno  what  to  tell  you,  man.  everyone  was  pretty  drunk.  he  could  have  wandered  or  …  got  swept  up  in  the  crowd.  ❞

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Margaret Qualley by Brian Higbee for Wonderland Magazine

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Gilda, are you decent?

Gilda | 1946 | dir. Charles Vidor

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     ✎⌠margaret  qualley.  cisfemale.  she/her⌡❝  —  well,  look  who’s  just  arrived  !  if  it  isn’t  the  one  and  only  billie  haynes.  though,  around  here  they’re  known  as  the  escapist.  don’t  tell  ‘em  i  said  this  but  the  twenty-four  year  old  bassist  /  cashier  at  a  dime  a  dozen  kinda  has  a  reputation  of  being  aloof  and  indecisive.  but  y’know,  they  can  be  imaginative  and  peaceful  too.  typical  scorpio.  anyways,  welcome  home  and  stay  safe  billie  !  ❞

     ok guys… hear me out…. a character based off the riot grrrl movement of the 90s but with margaret qualley’s face…. that’s billie

full name.     billie renee haynes. nickname / s.     bill, ??? birthdate.    october 27th, 1995. age.     twenty-four y.o. star sign.     scorpio, babey. gender & pronouns.     cisfemale, she / her. sexual orientation.     bisexual. occupation.     bassist / cashier / wannabe ghost hunter. place of birth.     misty hollow, connecticut.

backstory.

billie’s life was always a little chaotic, tbh ! she was the youngest to kim and elijah haynes, the only sister to two older brothers. she spread the rumor that she ate her twin in the womb in middle school, but unfortunately that was just her lying to seem more interesting.

her house was the kind of small where there’s no privacy. she shared her room with her brothers her entire life which was … a nightmare ! so surprising to no one she was more of an outside kinda girl. always exploring, always finding an excuse to get out, typically barefoot. y’know the type.

winona ryder vc always a fan of the strange and unusual. her and her mom would watch murder shows on id together all the time ‘nd those ghost specials on tv were literally billie’s jam growing up. she’s known she’s wanted to be a paranormal investigator from a young age.

her parents were both huge stoners ! both of ‘em never bother to hide this. their entire family had a 70s vibe to them tbh…. lmao.

billie was never stupid, but she never applied herself in school, either. was always a sweet kid and never got into too much trouble aside from talking a little too much and playing rough with her friends. was very anti-drug as a child, too … ironic isn’t it ...

anyways, she thought there were more important things in life than school so she just never… bothered.

rebel girl plays in the background she started getting into the punk scene when she was thirteen… tho that was more of an emo phase. then she started learning guitar, learned she can’t sing for shit, ‘nd transitioned to bass. started smoking pot around fifteen with the permission of her mom… got really into stick ‘nd pokes… the type to ditch class ‘nd smoke under bleachers in an 80s movie… thought she was Cool™ .

got recruited into rosie’s band and she’s been the bassist ever since!! misty hollow’s own tall ‘nd gay hex girls .. love to see it !!

did one year of college ‘nd flunked. lied to her mom for an entire year ‘nd then got caught oop!! her mom gave her the option of getting a job or getting kicked out. since ghost hunting with shitty equipment wasn’t exactly getting views on youtube, she started getting part time jobs all over town.

she got fired from a lot of jobs over the years. since her band and ghosthunting expeditions are her main focus, she shoves any other job aside.

anyways, her mom eventually kicked her out, but she’s secured her job the thrift store w/ nothin’ but her charm, babey. she lived in her car for her a while, but now she’s found a shitty apartment that she can only afford thanks to her roommates. *👀

personality ‘nd stuff.

she seems tougher than she is. she’s v sensitive, gentle, the type who wouldn’t hurt a fly. at the same time, she gets drunk on stage ‘nd screams at hecklers while the adrenaline is pumpin’ so … love a girl who is dynamic !

loves her friends more than anything. always willing to go out of her way for absolutely Anyone who needs it and is probably one of the least judgemental people ever… but...

she’s also… v annoying. tends to zone out in conversations … always encouraging people to do dumb things in order to ~learn~ … she can never make up her mind about who she is and has no sense of self but u kno that’s just relatable. takes things too personal sometimes nd won’t confront the person but will just cry abt it! 

innocent in the way she seems to b carefree ‘nd awe of the world… like she doesn’t know consequences or worries… just gettin’ drunk ‘nd living life… a Dream

rlly thinks she’s going to grow up and have a show like buzzfeed unsolved while also being a bassist in a very well known ‘nd respected band… the delusion.. lov that for her.

always looking for something to put herself into. creativity is everything to her and without it she’d probably drive herself crazy. her mind is always buzzin’ ‘nd she’s always looking for an Out !

her style influence is v much d’arcy ( image ) ( image ) 

tries to leave as much waste behind as possible… walks everywhere… wants to hitchhike even tho people are getting murdered... is her mother’s nightmare tbh.

believes that the ghosts of misty stranger’s victims haunt misty hollow and honestly thinks she’s gonna be the one to prove it… out of all the professionals in the town…. whew honey

also… is terrified of ghosts and demons. she’s the ryan bergara to her bandmate lou’s shane… she probably cries during 80% of their ghost hunts

wanted connections.

friends. outside of her band!! give her someone to share conspiracies with, or someone who is the total opposite of her, or someone to smoke w… platonic goodness pls!!

a fan. okay… or maybe they’re pretending to get on her good side bc the band’s not exactly popular … that’s up to you!! regardless, she’ll try really hard to stay on this person’s good side.

exes. she’s been in misty hollow all her life, but long distance could be a thing too if ur muse isn’t from here!! good terms, bad terms, idc give me it all.

people who know her thru her family?? her dad’s been a chef at the diner forever and her mom’s a teacher. her older brothers also lived here their whole lives so connections based around them could be fun too, they’re npc so we can plot some stuff out!!

roommates. [ 0/2 ] people she can annoy by practicing her bass all hours of the night… but she loves them! mostly. 

idk, i’ll take anything!! just like this and i’ll hit you up for some plots!! 

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gcldveins.

she hums in feigned consideration of her question, head tilting slightly for added effect. ❝ i can make sunday work, ❞ frankie answers with a bright smile, a GLINT of playfulness in her eyes. ❝ for my vows i’ll list the top ten reasons why i love you and i think number one is gonna be your willingness to maim children for me, ❞ her smile disappears and she looks at julia with a serious expression, brows raised a little as she gives a solemn nod. though all jokes are pushed aside at the mention of the diner owner and frankie rolls her eyes instinctively. ❝ nothing. and then he TURNED it into something by deciding to announce it to the whole town — through a weekly special, ❞ the brunette gives an exasperated sigh, ❝ honestly, i should’ve known better. ❞

     𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐓𝐎  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃,  as  most  people  would  be.  she  likes  to  believe  in  the  best  in  people,  sebastian  included.  she  also  believes  he  could  be  a  dumbass.  with  frankie  being  in  the  line  of  fire,  this  offense  hits  too  close  to  home.  she  feels  a  profound  sadness,  for  both  of  them.  (  or  maybe  it’s  just  a  thing  called  empathy.  )  ❝  asshole  move.  but  that’s  all  on  him,  don’t  you  dare  blame  yourself.  ❞  she  knows  she’s  putting  it  lightly,  tip-toeing  around  saying  anything  slanderous  against  mister  amer.  ❝  i  would  say  he  was  trying  to  be  funny,  but  that  sounds  like  i’m  excusing  him,  doesn’t  it?  ❞  she  raises  the  joint  to  glossed  lips,  pondering  that  as  takes  a  long  hit.  ❝  i  know  this  town  is  small,  but  sometimes  it  feels  like  everyone  i  know  is  sleeping  together.  ❞

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screamingmcemies.

          ❝ You really are making your campaign for favorite aunt, aren’t you ? ❞ Rachel teases as Daisy excitedly starts exploring the toys. There were absolutely no intentions for the little girl to roll around in the sand today, but who was she kidding ? By now her clothes had been swapped by a bathing suit and a warm, fluffy bathrobe so she could have some fun in the sand and be tired enough that Rachel would simply put her to bed when time came. ❝ Thank you so much … I would say you shouldn’t have, but judging by how she’s entertained for the next hour — at least, then I am just going to say thank you, ❞  the brunette grinned at the other, heart always warmed by how her daughter was loved and appreciated, no matter what. ❝ And since you brought Daisy toys, I brought a little something for us,❞ she puts down the thermal bag with some of Daisy’s food and water and pulls two plastic cups and a bottle of wine.❝ Ever had wine in plastic cups ? ❞

     𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓,  𝐎𝐑  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.  ❝  it’s  nothing,  really.  i’m  sure  you  would  do  the  same  for  my  cats  if  they  didn’t  hiss  at  daisy  every  time  you  come  ‘round.  ❞  julia  only  wishes  she  had  thought  of  bringing  a  towel  for  the  little  one,  but  even  she  can’t  foresee  everything.  ❝  i  can’t  say  i  have,  but  i  love  your  ability  to  improvise.  ❞  she  pulls  out  a  chair  for  her  friend,  sinking  into  the  one  beside  it.  ❝  how’s  it  been  down  with  the  dead?  ❞  she  could  never  handle  rachel’s  job,  she’s  confident  she  would  faint  at  the  sight  of  a  corpse.  ❝  i’m  torn  between  wanting  to  support  you  whilst  also  hoping  that  business  is  slow.  ❞

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gcldveins.

brown hues follow her hands to the cooler that sits in the sand, only a few feet away and frankie focuses her gaze back on her friend, a light, dreamy smile on her lips. ❝ marry me, ❞ she states simply before heading over to grab herself a drink. the brunette laughs at julia’s words and pulls up an empty camping chair next to her ( sorry to whoever’s the owner, but ya snooze ya lose, it’s international LAW ). ❝ you should be afraid — children are terrifying, ❞ she retorts before facing julia with a sly smile, ❝ are you sure about that ?? ❞ with a quirk of her brows, and her gaze turning to the far-off group of twenty-something year olds, frankie’s insinuation couldn’t be any clearer.

     𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒  𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  she  wouldn’t  in  a  heartbeat,  the  smile  lingering  on  her  lips  like  a  ripple  lingers  in  a  pond.  ❝  does  sunday  work  for  you?  ❞  she  thrives  in  this  environment  —  with  frankie  by  her  side.  ❝  i  have  my  pepper-spray  ready  this  time.  they  wouldn’t  stand  a  chance.  ❞  eyes  wander  and  catch  a  few  familiar  faces,  though  she’s  not  trying  to  attract  the  attention  of  anyone  in  the  crowd.  ❝  gotta  love  it.  ❞  she  remarks  about  nothing  really  in  particular;  maybe  the  town,  or  the  people,  or  just  the  celebration  in  general.  maybe  a  combination  of  it  all.  ❝  while  we’re  on  the  topic  of  awkward  situations,  what  happened  between  you  and  seb?  ❞

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screamingmcemies.

         closed starter ! julia cohen ( @sugarpilled· )

          There were two things in Rachel’s mind in that particular moment: entertaining her daughter and avoiding her ex-husband. It was no easy feat and it also meant she was going against their agreed family time, well, family time sounded like a joke right now. As her eyes swept over the place, quickly landing on a known head of brunette hair, Rachel made her way over, Daisy mumbling in her arms and noticeably excited they would get a little bit near the water. ❝ Hi, do you mind if we totally avoid my ex-husband here ? ❞

     𝐀𝐒  𝐈𝐅  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋’𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘.  she  relishes  in  every  minute  she  gets  to  spend  with  the  woman,  particularly  when  it  includes  the  little  one  in  her  arms.  or  heavy  liquor.  either  one  is  good.  ❝  say  no  more.  ❞  it’s  a  switch,  she’s  suddenly  alert  and  …  excited.  there’s  something  up  her  sleeve,  well  —  her  beach  bag,  actually.  she  digs  through  it  to  reveal  a  handful  of  sand  and  bath  toys,  just  cheap  ones  she  picked  up  on  the  way  over.  ❝  i  was  hoping  to  run  into  you,  actually.  i,  uh,  i  brought  these  for  daisy.  ❞

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wickcddreams.

(open to all)

In all honesty, Kaeden hated social gatherings and such were the part he hated the most about his job. Chewing on the edge of a half-smoked cigarette each time it touched his lips for another portion of the poisonous smoke to slip into his lungs, his dark eyes roamed the beach, looking for anything remotely disturbing. The echo coming from somewhere near the docks brought old memories to his mind; once this was him, a kid that didn’t care about anything. To be honest, not much has changed since then other than that he was no longer a kid. He was no longer going to be given the warning since now he was the one giving it. 

A gasp left his parted lips as the flame touched his fingers, burning them. Tossing the leftover of his cigarette aside, the sheriff reached for his pocket. At least he could afford not to wear his uniform tonight, instead he switched it with black jeans and black leather jacket. Pulling up the box, he was unpleasantly surprised to find it empty. “Shit.”

     𝐀  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒;  she’s  unable  to  help  it.  there’s  an  atmosphere  to  the  bonfire  that  makes  grins  contagious  and  even  she  can’t  be  immune.  frowns  stand  out  more,  particularly  on  already  brooding  faces.  she  approaches  the  sheriff  with  caution,  as  though  afraid  getting  too  close  would  warrant  an  arrest.  ❝  all  out?  ❞  her  voice  is  soft,  it  helps  downplay  her  sneaking  up  on  him.  ❝  i  didn’t  realize  you  were  a  chainsmoker.  ❞

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overjcyed.

what was once perhaps her favorite day of the year as a child was now something vi felt herself beginning to dread. gone were the days of running amuck with her siblings and family friends around bonfire activities, carefree and unhindered by scrutiny. now, the misty hollow native saw more strange faces than friends — some more welcome than others. this particular, pretty face belonging to one julia cohen is something in between. from her kaleidoscope blanket on the sand, vi rises with grace, her feet carrying her to the other’s side long before any words could be exchanged because she certainly isn’t going to take it ( whatever it —this little game— was ) sitting down. the corner of her mouth quirks into an amused grin in response, eyebrows rising as she slips the deep collar of her oversized sweater off her shoulder in a mildly provocative manner. “why, if it’s troubling you that much, i could take it off.”

     𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  she  doesn’t  react,  each  glance  at  violet  carefully  calculated  as  to  not  give  herself  away.  a  reaction  is  just  what  violet  wants,  giving  into  that  would  be  throwing  up  a  white  flag.  ❝  you  say  that  like  it’s  a  threat.  ❞  maybe  it  was.  sex,  power,  it  all  goes  hand  in  hand.  ❝  keep  your  clothes  on.  the  sun  hasn’t  even  gone  down  —  you’d  be  embarrassing  yourself.  ❞  she  looks  toward  the  horizon,  having  more  to  say  but  lacking  the  necessary  words.

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gcldveins.

*   closed   bonfire   starter   for   julia   cohen   /   @sugarpilled   !

❝ please tell me you brought REAL alcohol to this thing.. if another child asks me for help wiping marshmallow and chocolate off their face i’m just going to start pretending i can’t hear them. plain and simple. ❞

     𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑,  an  ugly  old  thing  that  doesn’t  quite  suit  her  at  all,  which  julia  finds  absolutely  charming.  she’s  lounged  across  it  as  comfortably  as  one  might  lounge  in  bed,  a  joint  tucked  in  between  nimble  digits  to  complete  the  scene.  ❝  you  know  i  did,  love.  ❞  she  gestures  to  the  cooler  tucked  behind  her,  the  picturesque  version  of  grace  —  the  smell  of  skunk  masked  by  sweet  smelling  perfume.  ❝  i  would  ask  what  you’re  referencing  but  i’m  afraid  to  hear  the  answer.  ❞  trouble  seems  to  follow  frankie  around,  but  that’s  what  made  being  her  friend  so  exciting.  ❝  come  and  sit  with  me,  hot  stuff.  i’ll  scare  those  nasty  kids  away.  ❞

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     𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄  to  grab  a  drink,  but  she’s  a  wandering  spirit  who  gravitates  toward  shiny  things  and  soon  finds  herself  planted  in  front  of  the  sea.  ringlets  form  a  safeguard  where  they  lay  upon  flushed  cheeks,  dusk  creating  a  warm  glow  upon  julia’s  profile  as  the  sun  shreds  the  last  of  her  skin.  she’s  warm  and  harbored  —  but  not  alone.  the  scene  is  interrupted,  any  tranquility  polluted  by  her  frown.  she  feels  as  though  she  has  to  strike  first,  that  if  violet  catches  her  vulnerable  she’ll  fall  into  a  trap  she  may  never  escape  from.  ❝  pity,  ❞  lips  are  pursued  to  disguise  a  self-hatred.  isn’t  she  an  advocate  for  supporting  other  women?  yet  she  finds  herself  participating  in  this  game;  if  only  to  speak  to  vi.  ❝  if  anyone  else  were  wearing  that,  i  think  i  would  like  it.  ❞

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐨𝐫:  @overjcyed​

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Closer (2004) dir. Mike Nichols

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mistysmoons.

a grin curled up the corner of his lips, one he hid by bitting his bottom lip and order a drink, giving the bartender his card to start a tab. “why are you at lucky’s all alone if it wasn’t to meet me?” he teased, a coy look on his face. at this point, he knew he was out of his league. it was just fun. and worth the try. 

     𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐖𝐎  𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒  𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒  half  filled  with  honey  colored  liquid.  she  cheers  connor  with  a  mischievous  glint  to  her  eye.  ❝  i’m  here  all  alone  because  i’m  a  raging  alcoholic  with  nothing  better  to  do,  not  because  i  was  waiting  for  a  boy  eleven  years  my  junior  to  hit  on  me.  ❞  sarcasm  drips  through  every  word.  ❝  i  have  to  admire  your  confidence.  so,  why  do  you  hang  out  here?  is  this  where  you  pick  up  all  your  girlfriends?  ❞