#halfraw

[full-tiltboogiearc]

@halfraw liked for a starter // set x reggie

Alright, she has had enough with rolling silverware into napkins. Set, always the antsy one, finished enveloping her last trio of spoon-fork-knife, and triumphantly set it aside before phew!ing like she'd just ran a marathon. There was still a mountain of silverware to go, but she needed a break; her fingers were growing calloused, she swore it. Besides, she was a bit more interested in getting to know Reggie—her new coworker as of last week, when their boss gave Set this job, and her trusted partner in the art of folding napkins.

"So... how long've you been working here? Is Chet always a fucking asshole?" Chet the Chef. You can't make this shit up!

[c1tyhaunts]

— EMPATHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS. @halfraw: "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. maybe we can just sit here for a while instead."

"OH GREAT! I don't need it. Thanks."

Bold words for someone who sat out on the balcony alone, freezing as the wind whistled by her and bare arms. A half-burned cigarette hangs between her freezing fingers as the party continues to bustle inside. Reddened eyes look to Regina, distrusting and distant.

Most find solace around strangers in a stranger city; they love the high of someone new, and memories formed from liquored kisses. And somehow, Lilah was able to fuck up her own evening by running out in a dash away - just because someone looked vaguely like her ex-boyfriend. If she could, she'd laugh at herself; seriously—stumbled by a complete stranger? What a joke.

Now, Lilah sits in self-ostracization, away from the crowd she embarrassed herself in front of and missing one really nice leather coat. It almost kills her pride for another stranger to approach her with such concern. She was supposed to be able to handle herself in the city, and yet, here she is tears flowing from a stone-cold glare, ash from the cigarette becoming her only comfort.

Maybe she should go home after all.

"I don't take kindly to pity, as an FYI," Lilah says, low and reserved; her voice trembling with the cold. "There's like, an actual party going on inside and I bet you'd have a lot more fun in there than babysitting some random rude chick."

Then, she pauses, before shaking her head. "I—fuck, sorry. I'm not from here and it's been a rough transition." Lilah sighs, before looking back to the cityscape. Without looking at Regina, she extends her partially empty case of Camels. "I still don't want any fucking pity, though. Just... grab a cig and just loaf with me."

[exspiritment]

@halfraw​ // jude

“You didn’t tell me you were, like, famous.” She’s impressed — and a bit overwhelmed.

[withbeastsarc]

@halfraw​. 

          “  i don’t understand.  “  he follows after her,  a few steps behind.  “  --  did i do something wrong?  “  

[kaslashnikov]

“   i  like  your  music.   ”   the  words  come  out  of  her  mouth  but  there  doesn't  seem  to  be  much  conviction  with  it.   she's  never  been  the  type  to  fawn  over  people  for  their  talent  or  status,  exceptionality  too  often  an  expectation   &   has  been  normalized  in  her  own  mind.   “   it's  a  good  song  to  work  out  to.   do  you  actually  listen  to  your  own  music  post-production?   you  know,  aside  from  listening  to  your  own  self  perform.   ”     /     @halfraw​,  for  anwar  <33

[inafter]

@halfraw

     ‘ don’t i know you from somewhere – ’  he squints, trying to reconcile two warring, blurring images. don’t feel terribly special, he could have used that line with just about anyone in here. c’est california.  ‘ this isn’t your party, is it? ’

[fakedsciences-a]

@halfraw​​ // jude 

“That set was good.”

“I’ve always liked your music, though.” So much that she doesn’t mind waiting until long after the end of the show to smoke a cigarette with him in the side alleyway. 

“What’s going on after this?”

[soaphies]

@halfraw​  for  amelie   /   sc.

death  is  a  curious  thing,   even  more  so  what  happens  after  it.   it's  something  people  don't  really  like  to  talk  about,  as  soon  as  the  soul  leaves  the  body,  they  either  become  ghosts,  go  to  purgatory,  or  pass  on.   at  least,  it's  what  sophie's  been  taught.   so,  with  abilities  like  hers,  she  transports  herself  there.   purgatory.   this  hazy  in-between  of  life  and  death.   secretly,  she  wonders  if  her  father  is  here,  but  her  grandmother  mentioned  him  passing  on.   still,  it's  a  lingering  thought.   “   hi.   is  this  ...  purgatory?   ”

[childactress]

@halfraw   ...   ❝ they did once call me the cunt of monte cristo. ❞

❝  well,  that’s when you know you’ve made it.  ❞    red wine sits flatly in its glass,  stirred by a flick of mara’s wrist,  swallowed back in a desperate mouthful:  small talk is what her nightmares are made of.  she shoots alice a wry look,  like she’s indulging her in this.    ❝  you’re not a woman in show business until they’ve called you a cunt.  ❞    it disgusts her to say,  even when she knows it’s true;  cunt and misogyny and every buzzword in the book make her stomach turn with its normalcy.  she hates sharing symptoms with the masses,  grouped under the same hand-wave as everybody else.  her victimhood is unique or it’s nothing.  not even jesus christ himself suffered like mara banks does...  but she’ll allow some comparisons of divinity.    ❝  lately,  i’ve been starting to think it’s a little overdone.  men have cunt on speed dial,  it’s boring.  come up with somethin’ else.  why don’t we get any funny sexism anymore?  ❞

[vihilum]

@halfraw [ continued from here. ]

Trembling hands are unsteady on the barrel - she sees Max shaking before she hears the break in her voice. It’s a crack that splices her. She keeps her focus razor fixated on the gun, because if she blinks even once, she’ll lose her resolve before Max, and that is the last thing she wants right now, that is the last thing she needs.

“You’re not going to die,” with all the strength she could muster could she determine both their fates, uncertain futures resided ahead, but it didn’t matter if they didn’t know what might transpire. She wouldn’t let Max die. None of them would let Max die. Max wasn’t going to die. Spoken enough times in her own head, Nancy knew she needed to hear it just as desperately.

The shotgun’s lowered, so she can swivel to face the other girl directly, the nozzle leaned against the ground, “I know you’re scared,” they had clawed their way through the labyrinth before, “But none of us,” this family they built together, “are going to let you die.”

[catarinaes]

@halfraw​,   preaker,  j. :   “ let’s  be  adults  and  just  not  talk. ”

I  PAUSE  FOR  A  MOMENT,   giving  him  a  blank  stare,  which  in  a  way,  i  suppose,  is  giving  him  exactly  what  he  wants.   &   i  hate  to  do  that,  give  men  what  they  ask  for,  please  them  like  their  opinion  matters.   like  they  matter.   i  open  my  mouth  again  because  i  don't  wanna  give  him  the  satisfaction.

“   i  thought  communication  was  part  of  adulthood.   ”   my  brows  are  raised   &   i  feel  myself  smirking,  a  habit  i  can't  seem  to  get  rid  of.   a  low  chuckle  comes  out  of  my  throat,  smooth   &   easy.   i  cross  my  arms  over  my  chest   &   step  closer  to  him.   i  haven't  decided  what  my  intentions  here  are,  everything  seems  more  of  a  product  of  boredom  than  anything.   “   well,  what  do  you  suggest  we  do,  then?   ”

[c1tyhaunts]

— FIRST IMPRESSIONS. @halfraw: oops, sender is carrying a bag full of groceries that ends up breaking. receiver helps them pick their groceries back up.

EVEN IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, misfortune falls on the unexpecting ones. It can come in many shapes, forms, and sizes, but tonight's event is a doozy. You could be the bleached blonde who dropped a full gallon of milk on the tan-colored tiles beneath, OR you could be her unsuspecting victim who stood in the splash zone.

Avian put a bit of blame on herself, however. She thought an extra night shift at the pharmacy would put her in a better mood, and help distract her from the still silence in her home. But, her bleeding heart got the best of her when she noticed the only customer struggling at the door. The right idea was to open the door and help, but, like clockwork, Avian's fair nature got the best of her.

And all she could do was sigh. Oh, it got all over her sneakers too. Great.

"Not the worst thing to happen... not the best, either," Avian mutters to herself, her resting expression rather droll to the event. Her eyes flicker around the ground, noting other items scattered about and how it was all soaking in the milk tsunami. After a moment of silent contemplation (and inner frustration), Avian does however drop to pick up what remains of the sad milk jug and holds it half-heartedly to the other victim of this silly travesty.

And despite Avian's clear annoyance, her eyes seem to indicate a more honest, rather apologetic expression.

"I, uh, don't think this is going to help you out much in its current state." Avian follows, slowly and with a bit of jest. "And, my apologies, I thought I was helping! But, clearly, I should remain behind the pharmacy counter."

She clicks her tongue, eyes floating over the remains. "I'll clean this up. Don't worry about it... And if you need someone to give you a discount for my fuck up, I can help. If you need it."

[exspiritment]

@halfraw // jack.

“It is almost my birthday.” 

It is not — not unless it is almost October 31st, the fake birthday on her papers, which to some, it is. But it is certainly nowhere near December 23rd — her actual birthday, which she would know if she bothered to investigate what the ghosts from the facility know about her upbringing. 

“I hope you’re getting ready. Twenty-five is a big age.” She’ll be twenty-four, but, again, the papers — Harris rounded up from his estimate, then added a year so Spirit could get into bars.

[withbeastsarc]

@halfraw​. 

          the windows are open.  the sun is stretched through them,  and the breeze is nice.  he is pouting on the couch.  “  i know you’re laughing at me.  “  on the table,  there is the worst drawing of two stick figures that may have ever existed.  “  i can’t be good at everything.  “  

[jupiter3-moved]

@halfraw​​ liked for a birthday starter    

“there’s a big party tonight. free booze and shit. you can come, if you want.”

[slashtress]

✿  for alice

pre-established / accepting kitsey & alice

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other