Little  Miss  “  I'm  Buzzed  And  Happy  Off  Of  Two  Wine  Coolers  And  One  Shot 

📲 TO: bestiana 👩‍❤️‍👨

alondra: what group are you in

alondra: nobody in mine is talking to me and i feel as if im wilting

alondra: we must make haste

GLEN POWELL and DAISY EDGAR-JONES | HOT ONES VERSUS

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# GIRLZSPACE  —  a  dependent  multi-muse  written  for  eightiesbby  ,  loved  by  bambi  (22,  she/her,  pst) featuring:

—  GENESIS ARELLANO  ;  twenty6, radcliffe’s very own spoiled brat !

alondra  is  many  things  –  a  painter,  a  ballerina,  an  ethereal  being  that  shines  brighter  than  the  largest  stars,  destined  for  greatness  –  she  could  go  on.  but  while  all  those  may  be  true,  what  she  is  above  all  is  a  performer.  and  as  a  performer,  it  was  her  duty  to  commit  to  the  goddamn  bit,  even  if  she  thought  it  was  kind  of  tacky  to  steal  drinks  off  of  tables.  quickly  she  nods,  smoothing  her  previously  surprised  features,  “  yeah,  it's  our  anniversary,  we  were  at  dinner  earlier!  “  eyes  turn  to  the  figure  in  front  of  them,  ”  he's  telling  the  truth.  you  must  have  had  the  wrong  guy.  "  distantly  alondra  wonders  if  lying  so  easily  could  be  considered  reprehensible,  but  she  doesn't  pay  too  much  mind  to  it  –  she's  super  good  at  improv!

for: open to everyone! @langstonstarters where: the lamb and flag

"No, sir - you got the wrong guy!" The manager absolutely had the right guy. Usually, Soren was stealthy when it came to plucking up drinks left behind on tables. Left behind - halfway through being finished, but the owner had moseyed their way over the bathrooms, it was all the same, as long as you didn't get caught. Which wasn't in the plan, for obvious reasons - Soren always hated the part where he had to talk others down with the world's stupidest excuse. "Tell them, babe. We only just got here." Dragging someone into his mess wasn't ideal - there weren't many people as good at thinking on their toes as he was. But more people involved made his pleas all the more valid. Mouthing a rushed 'Sorry' to the closest person to him, Soren held his breath while waiting to see if they would corroborate with his story.

mandatory  (  take  with  a  grain  of  salt,  she's  prone  to  dramatics.  it  was  an  invite  from  an  irritatingly  perky  girl  she's  already  forgotten  the  name  of  )  trips  to  the  rabbithole   may  be  part  of  pandora's  personal  hell.  she's  only  ever  here  for  slam  poetry  nights,  which  are  considerably  more  quiet  than  …  whatever  is  going  on.  now  she's  stuck  with  two  losers  and  a  shitty  vodka  cran.  she's  got  a  stupid  note  on  her  head,  again  presented  to  her  by  that  annoyingly  kind  girl  (  marjorie?  miley?  maggie?  ),  and  her  eyes  fly  to  the  similar  one  on  patti's.  a  little  tug  at  the  corner  of  her  lips  as  she  inspects  them,  “  …  no.  but  it's  up  for  debate,  often.  ”  a  pause  before  she  points  to  her  own,  “  do  i  look  like  a  tory?  ” 

After a day submerged in the bloody hue of the dark room developing films, Patti had decided to switch things up for the evening; the neon red of The Rabbithole, instead, little pinprick strobes that scuttled the tops of her knuckles like ladybugs. For reasons unknown, they were also wearing red contacts as if mid demonic possession. They'd slot into a booth with Pandora and two random transfers that they'd never met. Upon each of their foreheads was a hastily licked rolling paper, all bearing a different name. When the strangers they'd collected to play with for the evening had gotten up to buy Patti and Pandora another round, Patti leaned across the table and perched their chin on their fist, squinted in concentration. She'd written 'Jason Statham' on Bambi's paper. Her own was still a mystery. "Do I have a limp wrist?" @mindfulls

📲 TO: heath ❤️‍🔥

briar: KING ‼️‼️‼️

briar: absolutely no reason to be alarmed but i DO think i broke our door

briar: shit’s chill though dw

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WICKED (2024), dir. Jon M. Chu

briar's hands come up to his chest in defense, a slight scoff slipping past his lips, " the fuck? you don't see me for eighty years and this is how you treat me?" twelve hours, give or take, from the flight to the castle and then to here. then again, briar did see arin this morning for breakfast, but they wouldn't count that — it was a "hi"-"bye", of course he wouldn't count that. not when he spends practically all their time around the other anyway. a pause, leaning back to raise his brow, " you're bored as shit, too, huh?" so observant.

LOCATION  :   outside  the  amphitheatre ( group three OR other wanderers maybe perhaps - )   (  @langstonstarters  )

initially  arin  had  found  …  whatever  it  is  that  man  in  there  is  talking  about,  halfway  interesting.  if  for  no  other  reason  than  the  pure  entertainment  value  of  the  theatrics  and  the  british  looking  absolutely  miserable  about  it.  even  so,  there's  only  so  long  he  can  sit  still  for.  the  people  seated  nearby  were  starting  to  look  annoyed  by  his  incessant  leg  bouncing,  and  as  much  as  he  usually  loves  a  good  courtyard  fight,  he  doesn't  really  want  to  be  dodging  punches  on  day  one.  so  excusing  himself,  allegedly  to  find  a  bathroom,  it  is.  he's  pacing  back  and  forth  near  the  door,  earbuds  in,  and  running  a  tech  deck  along  the  wall  and  making  godawful  racket  about  it.  with  no  idea  he's  no  longer  alone  under  he  happens  to  catch  sight  of  them  mid-turn.  makes  him  jump  —  as  if  encountering  other  people  is  abnormal  in  public  ??  —  miniature  skateboard  clattering  to  the  ground  in  the  process.  “jesus  fuckin'-  would  it  kill  you  to  make  a  little  noise  next  time?”  maybe  they  did,  arin.  you  can't  hear  anything  but  fall  out  boy  on  full  volume.

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?