#hworth:mini1

[drvansfm]

                                           𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐁𝐀𝐆   𝐎𝐅   𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘   𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄   𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐒   slipped   off   his   fingers,   brows   lifted,   and   dorian   glanced   over   his   shoulder.   despite   not   having   faculty   around,   he   couldn’t   help   but   be   paranoid   as   he   slid   the   drugs   in   the   other’s   hand.   “it’s   free   tonight,”   he   said,   voice   low   and   he   sniffed   before   stuffing   his   hands   in   his   front   pockets.   “if   anything,   you   didn’t   get   them   from   me.   just   have   fun   tonight.”

[stassielopez]

OPEN STARTER

this was a bad idea. a really bad idea. stassie slowly walked past the doors of lambda sigma omega, eyeing the boys staring at her. parties were a thing of her past, not something that the student body president does. she picked up the pace, hoping to stay hidden and pulled up her quite revealing shirt, trying to cover up. ‘god i hope this isn’t a mistake’

[zoraglover]

( fire & smoking cw )

“ stupid! lighter! ” 

for the past few minutes, leaning against lambda’s shed, zora’d attempted to smoke a desperately needed cigarette, but she was failing in the most basic of aspects: actually lighting it.

at a point, you have to wonder if it’s the lighter or if it’s you. if she gave the lighter to zev, would it obey them? would it agree to work because zev willed it? even the lighter would listen to them before her. 

maybe that was it then. maybe fire wouldn’t respond to fire. only the wind could move it.

breathe in, 2, 3, 4, and out...2...3...4...

one last time. 

                 CLICK!

a burst of flame shot through, its shadow flickered, highlighting the relief upon zora’s face. finally, something was going right - even if it was something as small as a working lighter. 

shoulders falling, muscles relaxing, she raised her cigarette to meet the fire...

“ shit! ”

just as the flame met her salve, it’s as if that wind she trusted to help her light the way turned against her, reminding zora just how unworthy she truly was. 

“ shit, shit, SHIT! ”

all she could do was watch as her lighter hit the ground, fire meeting earth...again, there was nothing to be done. zev was right. of course they were. they always were. and now...now she was exactly what she was supposed to be - a self-fulfilling prophecy.

fire devoured wood, sparks charged the night like plagues of locusts, smoke invaded zora’s lungs. 

terrified, drunk, shattered - all she knew at this moment was to run like the flames climbing lambda’s shed. run where? she had no idea, but if anyone found out it was her who started this fire...that was one hell she didn’t want to face.

[lanied]

         /  𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗  /

          &.   *   /   PARTIES   AREN’T   THE   WORST   THING   to   happen   to   lane   –   especially   not   lambda   parties   ,   but   by   her   junior   year   she’s   learned   better   than   to   get   shit   faced   in   a   frat   house.   she’ll   just   end   up   sending   regrettable   snapchats   to   people   she   secretly   hates   ,   or   end   up   tweeting   about   something   that   should’ve   been   kept   a   secret   –   she’s   learned   from   experience.   standing   outside   in   the   backyard   ,   she’s   leaned   up   against   the   house   ,   feeling   the   music   that’s   rocking   the   walls.   running   a   hand   through   her   hair   ,   she   peels   off   the   wall   and   swirls   the   water   inside   her   red   solo   cup.   she   feels   like   a   walking   ,   american   stereotype.               ‘   why   do   you   suppose   red   solo   cups   became   the   poster   cups   for   parties   ?   ’   she   asks   the   nearest   person   ,   going   to   lean   on   the   porch   fence   instead   ,   keeping   an   eye   on   the   rager   through   the   windows.               ‘   why   not   the   green   ones   ,   or   the   pink   ones   ?   ’

[messcdup]

*drug & blood tw!* kian may or may not of used the bathroom for something other relieving himself, he wasn’t proud of himself but at this point, his tolerance for his own shame was way too high for his own good and he wasn’t about to change. he wiped the left over white powder that still was visible on his nostril as he walked out of the bathroom because even though he definitely knew he wasn’t only one here probably on the ‘nose candy’ he still didn’t exactly want to broadcast his relapsed sobriety once again. kian stopped in his tracks once he felt the stream of warm liquid pool over his top lip and then the taste of blood soon after followed. “ fuck ! “ the black haired man exclaimed, rushing his hands to his face to try and stop the bleeding before looking around for a napkin or something to shove up his nose to stop it.