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[rcvensisms-blog]

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ray: technically this isn't my fault

ray: u can't suggest smth like that and expect me not to do it

[aurvas]

‘ lets just all pray to god that i don’t get a giant scar from this, ’ she huffs, anyone would be able to practically touch the resentment that she harbors. the tangle of anguish that she found herself in a few nights before left her in a sullen haze. her fingers lightly tracing around onto the residual marks left on her forehead from the collision with the champagne flute. despite the bitterness that she bears, a sanguine optimism is spilling from her words as she rests her chin in the palms of her hand, propped up by her elbow, a faint lightness that always traces around aurora’s words, whether she’s at her lowest of lows, there is always a calming tinge of radiance that hovers above her remarks. ‘ i wonder how much concealer i’d need to even cover this, just gunna’ hope that it fades away. ’

[fvkmateo-blog]

mateo had never liked hospital waiting rooms. they were either full of anxious faces hoping for good news or stone cold ones, belonging to people who already understood the gravity of their situations. he drummed his fingers on the arm of the uncomfortable plastic chair that he had been sitting in for hours. he hadn’t slept much - any time he tried, the guilt just weighed on him more and more. he had made mistakes before - surely, everyone had - but never one that put a member of his team in the hospital. every time someone new entered the room, he looked up, hoping it would be a doctor with some kind of news about raven. “hey,” he said flatly as a familiar face appeared. “you waiting for raven or aurora?” 

[zekcs]

✘。—      leather jacket dusted with a certain aroma of potent SMOKINESS, slightly masked by the COMPELLING scent of cologne, ezekiel sinks into the velvet sofa beneath him. deep lavender cushions greet his liqour-stained breath and his droopily DILATED orbs. ezekiel got the party started a little earlier at his own place before heading to the main event, as he often does just to ease his aura a little. so now, with the music EMBRACING him from every corner, zeke is feeling fairly good. “ yo, what song is this ? ” he questions nonchalantly, burnt-caramel hues studying the lively scenery encircling him, “ not gonna’ lie, i'm kinda feelin' it. ” adjusting his ball-cap, zeke's right foot taps along with the beat. his thoughts are HAZY, but the strobe lights are INFECTIOUS. as the song comes to an end, and another hit begins, ezekiel's concentration jumps. “ you think some cake is gonna' come out any time soon ? ” he ponders humorously, a tinge of laughter to his tone, “ this IS a birthday party after all. ”

[tvmsins-blog]

✧.:°｡  ❛ — ‘ so i know it might be a little PREMATURE, but i kind of spent the entire day stocking up my liquor cabinet for new years. �� tamsin’s mouth conformed to a sly kind of grin, her eyes flickering with a faint kind of DEVIANCE. ‘ i think we can all agree that this year was one of the shittiest, but that doesn’t mean it can’t end with a bang right ? ’

[winonahq-blog]

“ can’t you see i’m busy ? ” winona snaps, her usual honeyed tone tainted with a hint of annoyance at the sudden disturbance. the brunette whips her head up, averting her gaze from the dim light of her phone screen to the person beside her. “ oh, it’s you. sorry, i was just — did you need something ? ”

[rcvensisms-blog]

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ray: this might b the morphine talking b ut…… i miss you

ray: ….tell anybody that i said that n u’ll end up in the hospital bed beside me xoxo

[rcvensisms-blog]

—— everything around raven is D A R K. and something was still pulling her under, a siren song to keep her asleep. a scream is the last thing she remembers, followed by flames licking up the sides of exposed skin. how long had she been stuck there? dark orbs open suddenly, frantically, as bruised fingers try to re-learn the course of her body —— only now there are burn marks marring delicate skin and dried blood marking a body she didn’t want to recognize. a sharp gasp is drawn from parched lips as her movement jostles what is broken, nerves pinched and frayed all over her body. she tries to focus on what the doctor is trying to tell her but a s c a t t e r e d mind is trying to figure out what happened to make her car writhe out of control. third degree burns, broken ribs, pinched nerves, tendon injuries. and then, finally, your mother couldn’t make it. “cabron,” she mutters under her breath as him and his team left the room and she waits until she can’t see them before attempting to pull the wires out of delicate veins. raven’s eyes don’t meet the figure looming in the doorway but she attempts to raise her voice to its once fierce pitch.“this is all so fucking ridiculous. i’m fine.”

[rcvensisms-blog]

—— the party favours making their way around the club ( a healthy dose of a few recreational drugs & overflowing bottles of her favourite indulgences ) had reached raven’s willing hands more times than she could count. mocha hued irises flittered closed in exhilaration and lithe hips moved in time with the beat, relishing her spot in the centre of the horde of partygoers. “are you going to dance with me or are you just going to continue to stare?”

[fvkmateo-blog]

“this is... la mejor fiesta... ever,” mateo proclaimed, words slightly slurring together, as he practically threw himself onto a couch. he had had more than a few drinks, as well as a couple of narcotics here and there -- a combination he would probably come to regret sooner rather than later -- but for the moment, he was in a state of bliss. “where’ve you been? i haven’t seen ya all night.”

[aurvas]

•﹡¨¸☁ .imessage  → all

aurora: so if anyone got weird texts from my phone im really sorry

aurora: i lost my phone for a bit last night and idk what happened

[fvkmateo-blog]

“At the gym earlier, some guy tried to lift a weight and almost immediately dropped it on his foot. We called him an ambulance. I’m not sure what hurt him more - his broken foot or his bruised ego.”

[rcvensisms-blog]

“ —— did you know ass models make 10,000 dollars a day? i’m just sayin’, i’m definitely in the wrong profession.”