#yatesstart

[wincnas]

“Are you - have you seen Nicole? Nicole?” Seb was yelling out, waving his arms frantically in the hallway of a Kincaid party, waving a lacy pink bra around in the air. He must have looked ridiculous, towering over most of the party guests, waving an undergarment in the air like a flag. He had a plastic cup perched in his other hand, the infamous Kincaid jungle juice that was not for the faint of heart. Sure, he had a test tomorrow, but why should that affect his drinking habits? Finally his eyes narrowed on someone vaguely familiar. “You seen Nicole anywhere? Or, I think that’s her name. I think she’s in my class. Anyways, I was just wandering up to my room innocently, looking for blow, when I open my door, and whoa -” he trailed off, eyes widening, shaking his head. “This girl’s in my bed fucking someone. and I’m like, hello? But they both ran out of there and she left her bra. I’m just trying to be a good citizen and return it. Me, Sebastian Marlowe, an angel. Who has to disinfect his sheets now.”

[orpheusrivera]

“francis!  if you put your face in that champagne fountain, i swear to god i will throw you overboard.”  he yelled, storming towards the fountain in question until the offender got the hint and ran off.  orpheus sighed.  it was a rare sight to see him take initiative with . . . well, anything, really.  but it was an evening dedicated to moulin rouge and dressing slutty on a yacht.  these were a few of his favorite things.  “sorry, had to prevent a homicide — can i get away with that since we’re in international waters? — anyway, what were you saying?”  //  @yatesstarters​

[lanajvmeson]

Word of the Silver Spur barn burning down had spread across campus just as fast as the fire itself. In spite of this, Delilah remained cool as a fresh mint TicTac. She was sitting in the quad at a picnic bench with a leg crossed over and a citrus yellow highlighter poised in hand, occasionally running over lone words in one of her module’s textbooks. There was a tapestry being woven in her brain, words plucked and pieced to form a full sentence, full context of which she’d never give to anyone. Crush was the last. It seemed very likely, if you genuinely knew Delilah -- a concept which was rare in itself -- that the jigsaw put together would involve some form of threat, penance for snooping inside her things in the first place. Whoever she’d taken a seat opposite wouldn’t know anything from her pupils’ lack of dilation, eye drops blinked to bury evidence. “Have you been called in about it, yet?” Another highlight. “The barn. They’re making quite the fuss, trying to find whoever did it,” left her mouth like it was a clear exaggeration, bored sigh parting her lips. “I’d care more if any goats had died in there. They eat anything, it’s disgusting. I love it. An underrated animal, if you ask me.” @yatesstarters​

[victoriaadsuar]

It was late enough on campus that Val wasn’t overly concerned about being caught with a joint. The quad was mostly empty, only a few people passed by, clutching their phones with covert smiles or leaving the library with a pile of books and a nervous twitch. The usual hustle and bustle was replaced with a creeping silence and eerie glow, the yellow street lamps and blue campus safety alarms bathing the grounds in vomit green light. She didn’t know how long she stood there staring, stuck in her head with a relentless, rapid-fire stream of consciousness that wouldn’t let up, but it was long enough that when she zoned back in and noticed someone beside her, she gasped. “Fuck,” she laughed a hand thudding against her heart. “God, what the fuck was that gasp. Did you hear that? That was like, full soap opera. How long have you been standing there?” @yatesstarters​

[nicolettebeaumont]

the blonde was more sober than she’d of liked to of been, but the night was still young and there was a magnetic glow that sat atop her shoulders like a perched bird. she was adorned in classic levi’s, a vintage pair she had found in paris while scouring a secondhand store, a givenchy white button down, and matching cow print boots and cowboy hat. she had taken liberty in exploring the desert grounds herself, finding leather chaps and a saddle hung over a wooden fence that was nearly giving in on one side further down. she made herself comfortable, hoisting up her petite body on the fence that was sturdy enough, clicking her heels together as her legs dangled. “say, hypothetically, how many drinks would it take for you to let me try shooting an apple off your head?” she asked out to the nearest person, brown eyes already fixating towards the shooting range bullseye’s that stood past the fence. 

[izzythomps]

It was dusk, and a soft, golden glow was blanketing the commons as students languidly filtered their way home or to evening classes, a few particularly studious pupils on their way to Alderidge. Izzy, however, was zooming through at a rapid pace on his skateboard, wind whipping his skin as he munched on a banana. Narrowly weaving his way through his peers, it was easy to ignore their jabs and protests; it wasn’t until a certain acne-ridden boy, a lacrosse player, maybe, poked fun specifically at the fluorescent peach fuzz atop Izzy’s head that he whipped around to shoot an insult back, only to ride over a particularly large stone that sent him and his banana flying through the air. With a grunt and expletive, he found himself on the ground, sleeve of his flannel ripped and where the cotton once was, there was now a tiny pool of crimson. He huffed before looking around for his banana with wide eyes, and he quickly found it, unsalvageable, mashed up on the pavement. “Man, what the fuck,” he muttered. Spotting a student, he raised his hand to signal them as he still sat on the ground, “Yo! Oh, fuck, sorry to startle you, but you have a bandaid or something? I just fuckin’, like, wrecked my shit, dude, and I think I’m gonna have to go to the E.R. if you don’t.” @yatesstarters​​

[blckthvrns]

“Did you write on my doorway in tacky red lipstick?” Thea demands, holding out the weapon of choice in its little ziplock bag in which she’d placed it. “It’s wet n wild, that shit smells like crayons and regret.” Doing her best not to stomp her foot. “Second, seriously? you leave it behind? fingerprints, man. Work smarter not harder.” @yatesstarters​

[mvgnolias]

text // open

maggie: i wont lie i smoked a little weed and i just spent ten minutes trying to spell poised on

maggie: fuck

maggie: post it on

maggie: POISEDON

maggie: anyways i bet you fifty dollars that there will be more than ten aphrodites at this party

[ximcnadlc]

ximena stood at the bow of the yacht as her hands held onto the stiff metal bars that kept her from tipping over. her eyelids remained shut as she stretched her neck out slightly to the side, enjoying the cool breeze that came in contact with her exposed skin. the intoxicated brunette drowned out the music and noise of the crowd behind her as she enjoyed this single moment of solitude, indulging in her little rose dawson titanic fantasy despite tonight’s theme straying far from the epic romance-disaster movie. she was about to take it a step further by making her way up the bars, but is quickly shaken out of her drunken haze when she hears someone approach her from behind. “this isn’t what it looks like―” she slurred, turning to face the person. “ok, well― maybe it is, but c’mon i just couldn’t resist... i just had to seize the moment.” // @yatesstarters​

[saffiealbright]

it wasn’t exactly like saffie to appear sloppy. detached and often seemingly on her own plane of existence, sure, but you didn’t typically find her entirely out of it. while she may have come off apathetic and somewhat away from it all, she was never completely lost. she kept her wits about her, as much as any aware-yet-ultimately-uncaring young woman should. if you didn’t know her, however, and were just seeing her for the first time, you probably wouldn’t put such words to the girl. it was three p.m. at the thinking cup, with an unsurprising swell of students filtering in and out in attempt to get over their afternoon slump. sunlight filtered in through the picturesque windows, giving a soft, golden glow to one seraphina albright, fast asleep and slumped over one of the corner tables. her laptop was still open and scrawled notes covering most of its surface. she was like a rare and alien fish in a bowl—bright red hair, doll-like lips, and dangling limbs on wide display. perhaps it’d be tempting for someone to tap on the glass, get a reaction, but no one had yet and so she remained unbothered. that is, until some motion or another jolted her from her unexpected nap. “hm?” she hummed, eyelids slowly fluttering open a few times. “did you need something?” a hand pulled some intruding locks from her vision as she sat up. though admittedly out of character, saffie acted as though this were nothing out of the usual, masking her confusion with a void expression. @yatesstarters​

[wincnas]

Clutching a rosary around her neck that she had been gifted by an overenthusiastic youth pastor in rehab, Darby was busy examining the contents of Calloway’s alcohol cabinet, looking for something decent to drink. It might seem counterintuitive for an addict to be drinking, but as long as she wasn’t using pills, her therapist and sponsor seemed satisfied with her. Cocaine and Ambien seemed like the most alluring thing as she examined the disappointing selection, only a few bottles of Burnett’s and strawberry lemonade Svedka left. She took the Svedka out, taking a sniff only to promptly gag, The smell reminded her of freshman year, of too many drunken nights spent hunched of a toilet. She readjusted her new shearling coat, a gift to herself financed by her parents’ credit cards, catching eyes with the first person she spotted. “I need a drinking buddy. I’ve got champagne in my room and the selection here is dismal. Want to join me?” @yatesstarters​

[orpheusrivera]

pushing hair off of his forehead, orpheus stepped onto the porch of the hastings house, desperate for a second of fresh air.  “jesus christ, who decided to have a costume party in the middle of june?”  the donkey ears were attached to a headband and, while cute at first, quickly became a nuisance and so they were resting around his neck now.  he took a drink of — whatever was in his cup, he’d let some hot senior he’d never spoken to before mix him a drink.  “i’m sweating my tail off,”  he said as a joke, reaching behind himself only to find that the donkey’s tail was, in fact, gone.  “wait, where the hell did it go?”

[dcrbyalbright]

Red suede boots tapping, swinging back and forth as she sat with her legs stuck through the Calloway railings, Ingrid looked like a petulant toddler put in a playpen for a time out. Sitting on the landing, she knocked her feet together, starting to slide one of her boots off with the other foot, smiling deviously, tracing the path it would take to hit a boy in a leather jacket if she finished with the task. But then she stopped herself, leaving it dangling form the end of her foot, looking up, eyes briefly recognizing someone. “you can really see everything from up here. Saw some guy nearly yak onto the girl who’s ass was grinding on him. Exhilarating,” she informed them, although if she were excited by the sight, her face didn’t portray it. The vintage, white fox-fur coat slung loosely around her shoulders nearly dwarfed the blonde, like she was lying in a snowbank, flakes gradually burying her. “You want to sit? The floorboards are more comfortable than they look,” she offered, gesturing to the space next to her, finger tracing a small circle on the floor. “I’m surprised there’s another party so soon after the ranch. Want to go in on the class action lawsuit I’m filing against Yates for liver damage?”

[holbrooktm]

adam’s attention had been solely focused on two guys on the quad nearby, shirtless and playing frisbee.  any time he saw it, he couldn’t believe — it was like he was in some cheesy college flick.  he only turned away when they took a water break.  his notes had fallen off his lap when he wasn’t paying attention.  “i’m not gonna lie, i missed anything you might’ve said,”  adam admitted, scrambling to pick up his notes before they blew away.  “i was witnessing an incredibly important anatomy lesson.”  //  @yatesstarters​

[felixlcsser]

Bruise already blooming on his cheek, Felix was reminded more and more of why Kincaid parties were never a good idea as he stood with his arms leaning over the balcony. Some enraged, adderall-fueled guy had cornered him on the deck because he thought Felix was flirting with his girlfriend. Maybe the wisest response to “You know what I’m going to do to you, you shit?” wasn’t “I dunno. Kiss me?” The night had barely begun and already it had started with a swift right hook to the face. “Fuck... Anybody got a lighter, he called out, whipping his head around before catching sight of someone, flashing them a grin. “Hey... I’m doing my best Steve Harrington post getting the shit kicked out of him look. How is it?” He asked, cigarette dangling out of his mouth, rubbing at his eye before wincing again. “Sorry if you saw any of that.” 

[holdvns]

Cowboy hat perched naturally atop his head, Holden made his way over to a group crowded around the campfire, taking a seat and failing to look over at who was seated next to him before speaking. "So get this. That girl over there — ” He gestured to a random freshman he’d been hitting on but quickly lost interest in with one hand while the other held his lighter up to the freshly rolled joint between his teeth, its flame reflected in the pair of orange tinted aviators he had yet to take off despite the fact that the sun had set hours ago. Pausing momentarily, he took a drag, eyes fixed up towards the night sky and the rare sight of stars, before continuing. “Told her I was James Dean, and she didn’t even bat an eyelash. Just fucking held out her hand and said nice to meet you James. Could’ve said anyone... Paul Newman, Steve McQueen... betcha she wouldn’t have noticed. I bet half of these people have never even seen a good Western. Where’s the fucking culture, am I right?” He shook his head before taking another pull from the joint. It wasn’t like he was some movie buff or anything, but there were just certain things he felt you had to know. “Anyway, heard some girl’s gonna do a seance tonight. Try to summon some old cowboy spirits or something. Why does someone always wanna do a fucking seance? I don’t get it.”