Realistic or Modern growing up in seattle - main thread

[doedeer]

Spoiler: tw

mentions of being on acid, sneaking into someones house

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  amazed and taking in the sweetness.

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  running out of luke's driveway

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  link
  
  

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  interactions: leigh Chimney Swift , chloe Sugarnaut /// mentions:

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eino sauntered behind the girl, leaving a good few feet or more between them at all times though not by will. the boy on his shoulders weighed him down considerably from being by her side, but he didn’t mind too much. as he trudged forward, eino’s mind raced at the sights around him and his brain unoccupied by words, but intense feelings. what with the bright lights like lasers in the sky, the moon reflecting against the water only seen in small flashes passing house by house. the darkness of an early morning did everything but swallow him whole–every step felt like walking through a series of new metaphysical doors. it was hard to explain; he went in circles about it.

in reality, he was so far away from his family. his younger sisters–louise, natasja. his brother johan. his sweet mom. his friends... what was i thinking? the boy chuckled to himself now realizing the bigger picture drawn from his actions. nothing really–giving curiosity full reign over his youth. if it wasn’t now, it would’ve been soon. eino was glad it was now.

and at the moment, he was very happy with the now.

as chloe moved across, he re-adajusted his grip on the boy who was nearly toppling over him–causing him to readjust not only his grip, but his balance as well. it was a momentary struggle, his attention taken for a second before the honk of a car prompted him to toss his head up–following the sound of chloe’s laughter in the dark. he crossed the way after her, looking over at the car disappearing back where they’d came from. it was a trip, peering down the road–it felt like they’d barely walked though they’d seemed to have gotten considerably far. eino trusted her, though he had already forgotten where in particular they were supposed to be going.

chloe shuffled backwards, taking his arm in hers–to which he briefly reorientated the weight distribution to compensate. the fairies… are the fairies to be feared? he feared a handful of things growing up in kødbyen, none resembled fairies in anyway whatsoever. he hadn’t really thought about fear until now. when dealing with fear, eino faced it as head on as he could and especially if he was on psychadelics. on drugs, you don't really have a way out until sobriety and sometimes 'back to normal' felt like light years away. but it always came somehow. and through perseverance, it was the only way he felt produced a solution–one he was satisfied with no matter what the outcome. it’d be no different for these fairies.. wherever they were..

“no. the fairies.. are...” he paused with a smile, trying to make sure the words came out right, “nothing to be scared of.”

coming into view was a small cottage and he looked fondly upon the yellow glow from the porch lights. it looked warm and cozy. following close behind, he marveled at the space they were in moved and changed. the view wasn’t so wide and endless anymore–instead it had a fence boxing them in, to which he felt some brief intuition that what they were doing might possibly be strange. upon the long hour or so that he’d shared with both leigh and chloe, he’d realized it was hard to say to no to her or rather, it was hard to feel mistaken in her presence. if the acid trip led him to a stranger’s backyard and a girl assured that a dance ritual was the next move they make–so be it. it all felt like a sweet dream either way.

time to pretend - mgmt

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[Miaow]

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Car Lights
— James Marriott

mood

Awkward

outfit

the jumper | the skirt | the shoes | hair and makeup

interactions

Jack

tags

doedeer

Miyu Nagase

― "the invisible."

Miyu took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she headed through into the kitchen. Dancing was her favourite part of parties, though she had definitely overdone it, especially while wearing a sweater. She grabbed a solo cup from the table, filled it with ice, and poured herself a cup of water.

She leaned against the dishwasher, enjoying the draught from the open window above it as she sipped her drink. It was nice and quiet in here-- Well, she couldn't really hear the music in whatever room she was in, but in here, she couldn't feel the thumping of the music vibrating through her body. She loved that feeling, but it was overwhelming at times. She needed a break.

She was in her own world, watching the ice in her drink clink together as she moved her cup to her lips. From the corner of her eye, she glimpsed someone approaching, quickly looking up to make sure they weren't talking to her.

Oh, they were.

She smiled, glancing from his eyes to his lips to try and read them. She nodded. Yes, she was Miyu. God, that was a stupid thing to think. Obviously she was Miyu. What were they talking about?
"I came with Emily," She told him. Had she just yelled that at him? In reality, her voice was far too soft, she had overcompensated in her attempt not to scream at Jack.
"You... sell drugs to my cousin, right?" She asked with a small laugh. She hadn't exactly seen him anywhere else, the only thing she knew about him was his connection to Haru.

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[Chimney Swift]

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Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream…
Merrily,
Merrily,
Merrily,
Merrily,
LIFE IS BUT A DREAM

Leigh sat back in his little wooden boat, letting the gentle beams of sunlight onto his face. Rowing the ship alongside him was Chloe, bedecked in flower crowns and laughing joyously as the wind blew her coppery hair out behind her… it was longer than he remembered it being the last time he saw her. When was the last time he saw her? But he didn’t worry. He didn’t feel confused; he felt safe and content, especially with their gentle tall new friend captaining the ship in front of them, wearing the appropriate captain’s pirate hat as he pointed adventurously towards the giant waterfall they were coming up upon.

Somehow that didn’t seem weird. Neither did the fact that he and Chloe were paddling the boat along with Leigh’s crutches instead of actual oars.

“Shiver me timbers!” Cried Eino, all piratey and captain-like, waving Leigh’s crutch triumphantly in the air as the sky above them slowly started to swirl and turn yellow, as if the sun was bleeding its color all over the blue surface.
With a jump and a bump and a lurching somersault, the boat tipped over the waterfall.

The boat landed upside-down in the ocean below with a great splash, and then everyone was drowning, including Leigh, who sank faster than a bowling ball and quickly found himself at the deep dark bottom of the sea, unable to breathe or swim upwards. Poor Leigh couldn’t swim. Why had he been in such a flimsy boat if he couldn’t swim!?

But the gentle glow of help soon arrived: a giant blue whale with glittering pink gossamer fairy wings, so colossal that Leigh could see his whole self reflected in one of its giant shimmery black eyes. Leigh hadn’t realized how tiny he was. Tiny and drowning and very very wet.
The whale said,
“DANSHE PARDY!!”

And then he was abruptly forced back into the land of the living.
On the floor.
Somehow, in his fitful sleep, he’d wiggled and kicked his way out of Eino’s protective hold, and found himself tumbling onto the hard wooden floor of this mystery building before he was even truly awake.

What was this place? It certainly wasn’t the old worn-down trailer that he and Carter lived in, and it wasn’t Luke’s ostentatious mansion home either… it was some alien third place, somewhere that he couldn’t recognize from where he was lying on the ground. He tried to sit up, and rub his aching head, but his arm shook weakly and dropped him back onto his elbow.

“Thash… sunfair… s’nod FAIR, Carder...” Leigh whimpered unintelligibly to himself, dizzily nodding his head side-to-side and watching in confusion as the world continued bobbling back and forth long after he had stopped. He laid back down in defeat… everything in his body ached now, and something else felt weird. What was it?
His green sweatpants were a little wet. Okay, maybe a lot wet. Maybe from the ocean he was drowning in in his dream? Was that even possible? It seemed possible. Maybe it wasn’t a problem right now.

“The whale saidth… whales aren’ bad. Whale… don’ do whad ducksh do…”

His head fell back to the floor. Not asleep, just staring blankly at the ceiling as if it were showing him the eldritch secrets of the universe. He still had no idea whose ceiling he was staring at.
Somewhere inside the ceiling, a baby was crying.

FUN
Troye Sivan

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[doedeer]

Spoiler: tw

mentions of drugs

s0ren17

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  luka's kitchen

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she spoke very softly to him and he leaned in for a moment to hear them properly. there was something interesting about her tone he couldn’t exactly place at the moment, but she received his opener well judging by her smile and he liked it. it was sweet. apparently she had come to the party with his own friend–of course, that was mentioned by em, duh. how could he forget even ava had told him a couple times as well. perhaps they’d all been friends all this time and he’d just never formally met her though? hmm..

at the mention of drugs.. and haru.. he glanced away for a moment, abashed and wondering if that was particularly a bad thing to her. though he’d realized she wasn’t some secret sibling; she was actually his cousin and that made him feel a little better. “oh yeah. just weed.” he replied slimly with equally as subtle of a shrug, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you around before did you like–transfer or something?” she looked like she could be in ava's class or maybe even his, but it's not like he was observant enough of roosevelt to even know the difference. jack shifted to lean on the corner table adjacent to her–not too close, but closer than standing in the middle of the walk way. people started filling in all of a sudden, rowdy bunches looking for more whatevers. the sudden increase in noises and movement offput jack–and none of them were very familiar faces to prompt him staying any longer than he had to.

“do..you wanna come hang upstairs? its just me and a couple friends, but it’s really chill in there–you can even queue some of your music up if you want–the speakers are great.” he questioned, hoping he didn’t have to do anymore convincing. he knew two things: he didn’t want to be around all these people, but he did want to be around this girl–maybe get to know her a little better if she wanted the same.

jack tilted his head a bit, awaiting her decision.

12:51 - the strokes

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[fieldofclover]

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Spencer

the untamed.

location

his house.

outfit

interactions

chloe, eino, leigh.

tags

Sugarnaut (chloe), doedeer (eino), Chimney Swift (leigh).

it was way too early for this...

Spencer

needed some sleep. But Paisley was wide awake after finishing her bottle of formula, and he knew that it was going to be a long night. He was too tired to entertain his daughter himself, so he put her in her bouncer facing the television, the familiar tune of the Sesame Street theme song wafting through the living room. Spencer knew that she wasn't going to sleep until she tired herself out. Maybe the bouncer would help speed that process up. He had merely shut his eyes for a few moments before he heard some noise coming in from his backyard. He couldn't catch a break, now, could he? Spencer reluctantly got up from the couch, glancing over at Paisley to make sure that she was okay before he went go investigate. This was going to be a long night, wasn't it?

But he wasn't going to go out unarmed. No, that's how he'd get himself killed if he wasn't careful enough. Spencer grabbed a loose 2x4 from where they had been renovating the basement before carefully tiptoeing over to his back door, gripping the piece of wood tightly. Paisley had already lost her mother - he wasn't taking any chances with his life. What he saw took him by surprise. Three kids, around his age, from what he could make out in the dim light, were making their way over to the house. It was clear that they were on something - but what, he didn't know. He flipped on the porch light. One had wet his pants, and the other two were dancing. "Fuck me." Spencer muttered under his breath. Of all the houses on the block, these three weirdos just had to have chosen his.

He only recognized the girl from pictures that his mom had shown him. Her name was Chloe, he believed - his mom was friends with one of her parents. Which? He didn't know - he was too tired for this shit. The other two were complete strangers. He decided to focus on the helpless boy sitting on the ground first. "Hey, can you walk?" Spencer nudged him with his foot. "Chloe, bring your friend over here." he then called out, turning his attention back to the other two. "And don't try to run - nobody's going anywhere until you all sober up, you hear me?" The last thing that he wanted was for an accident to occur because he let them run freely through the streets of Seattle.

Baby Love

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[doedeer]

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  rollingggggggg, trying not to be sad ugh

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  bubble room (downstairs room adjacent to garage)

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  interactions: sam purplecowdutch /// mentions: lauren Sugarnaut , emily neverbackdown billy, riley purplecowdutch

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ick.

well, it was inevitable wasn’t it? it was a possibility if he hadn’t asked to step out of her favorite room that she might continue the time with him a bit longer, though slim. this experience was on thin ice anyhow, but one thing she did not want to do was leave the party into something less stimulating. actually, her molly-ridden brain didn’t think she could handle it anyway. you keep the party going on molly. you don’t slow down, silly!

but it was understandable. also, if he was her friend she’d have suggested the same. sometimes you just felt moved to do certain things especially on drugs, though in his case the moving emotion was clearly the awkward run-in. sam grants was not her friend and the weight of his mistake was not going to be shouldered by her if she could help it. going outside to risk more people seeing them and even worse another run-in? no thanks. the ick was far too strong for her to bare.

softly, she placed a hand on his warm cheek for a moment–looking deep into his eyes as she let out a small laugh at his little apology. removing her touch and sweetly so, “sorry babe, i’d rather dance.”--with a spin already continuing her dancing, “it was fun.”

remaining cool and collected, she put two fingers to her lips and kissed them his way before disappearing into the foam and darkness. maybe it was a little fucked off to get someone high off ecstasy and leave them be, but it seemed like he could handle it. besides, ava had had her fun with him. that was all it ever was going to be.

after some more time with strangers and strictly party friends passed by, she felt an intense wish to be with her best friend. she hadn’t seen emily for so long and ava missed her dearly at the moment. she took out her phone, walking away from the middle crowd with her eyes set on her text messages. zero texts or calls from the girl. which probably meant things were well, right? she didn’t know for sure, but there was something at the pit of her stomach she didn’t like. god i swear i ate enough before dosing, why do i feel like this?

maybe she was the one who needed air.

ava made up her mind. she’d quit the party for a second, just to find emily. it had to have been the molly to trigger the strong desire for friendship at this point in her trip, but ava just wanted to feel better. as soon as she saw emily she’d feel better–whether billy trask was with her or not.

with some weak protest from a couple bubble room girls, she slipped out of their vision and out the back door into the leftmost side of luka’s backyard. walking past a few couples making out, she made it closer to the pool area. ava looked down and rolled her eyes. the dolce & gabbana top she had on previously was probably far from recovery by now–maybe stolen off the floor by somebody. either way, she was too far to tolerate suffering two extra walks past the couples to retrieve it.

in the light from the pool, her eyes locked on a few people gathered in the hot tub.

laury..

from this view, she could only focus on their body close in proximity with riley jones. they had a slight smile on their kind face. his soft expressions and dark brown eyes–hers clearly focused on them as they spoke. he reached over to wipe something from her face with his own t-shirt–all the while, ava couldn’t look away.

is it fun for you?

it was painful to say the least. it hurt more in her vulnerable mental state. they just looked so pretty. even when the scene flashed before her so discomforting.. so hurtful. it never usually hurt this bad. instead of keeping her mind as leveled out as usual, she dismissed the element of molly entirely–sinking into the feeling. her eyebrows upturned and she sucked the inside of her cheek, now looking down at the wet concrete. at least neither of them had to watch her so pathetic like this.

ava looked around for a glimpse of emily–or billy, but there was none and it was time to leave now.

she moved around people to avoid the scene and headed back into the house, turning her head for one last glimpse of his face before committing inside. emily emily emily. focus ava…

space song - beach house

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[neverbackdown]

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  Fuck it its PARTY TIMEEE

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Interactions: doedeer - Luke/ TheVoidQueen - Leon/ Twin Fantasy - Thelma
  Mentions - Jack / purplecowdutch - Billy/ Sugarnaut - Laury

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Emily would be lying if she said she hadn't expected her relationship to get violent at some point, Billy's temper having always been an issue and a place of discomfort but regardless of that knowledge she was still thrown by the nights event. As the feeling of betrayal and heartbreak seeped into her conscious she couldn't figure out what she was more hurt by, the slap or the fact that she had found him alone with Vera. Currently the worst part of the whole ordeal is that Billy had essential slapped her sober.
  
  Emily did her best to push the memory and feelings of the night down, she wanted to talk about it, to tell Luke everything that had happened during their relationship; the lies Billy told about her friends, the accusations,the holes in the walls but she knew herself it was not the time. She was at a party, a party that Luke was throwing and so when he handed her a glass of rose Emily allowed a smile to cross her lips as she thanked him and pushed all thoughts from her mind.
  
  There was a reason Luke was one of her best friends, apart from the loyalty and trust between the pair, he was always able to cheer her up and seemed to be able to make her laugh without fail and so that's what they did, they drank, talked and laughed until Emily began to feel the alcohol hitting her system again and all thoughts and feelings of what had happened with Billy became a distant memory, put into a locked box hidden deep within her mind to be dealt with at a much later stage or more realistically never to be opened again.
  
  Emily laughed at Lukes comment about boys "ah not all of them, your alright I suppose " she teased as she held up her hands for Luke to help her up. Her eyes lit up at the mention of drugs before she scrunched her eyebrows in thought "I think Jack was meant to have molly for me and Ava" she mused out loud in a thoughtful tone before shrugging "although Ava's probably done it by now". Emily made a mental note to find Ava later on but another offer of Luke's seemed to take forefront in her mind as she realised she hadn't actually seen Jack or Laury yet "Yes lets find them" a devilish smirk present on her features as she skipped along the hall after Luke towards the studio or as it was known tonight the "drug room".
  
  The thought of having to tell Jack and Laury that she was now single crossed her mind as they approached the door. It was a conversation that was better left for tomorrow but she wondered if the reasoning behind the breakup would have have to be told at some point, they would both celebrate the relationship ending since neither had been a fan of Billy, especially Laury who was very vocal on the whole situation and dislike of the relationship and maybe just the news of a breakup would be enough without the details. Honestly Emily didn't want to admit to Laury that he had been right, as always but she also didn't want people to really know the situation she had gotten herself into, the mistreatment she had endured, it was pathetic and she felt pathetic in putting up with it. She just hoped that Luke would tell them for her at some point and that it was a conversation she didn't have to have. As they reached the door, Emily pushed the thoughts out of her mind before she stopped Luke with a hand on his arm "Thank you" she said softly as she gave him a quick hug before stepping back and allowing him to walk into the room.
  
  Luke halted in his step as he swung the door open and from where she was standing Emily noticed the tenseness in his body, raising an eyebrow slightly Emily looked around Luke to see Leon and Thelma sitting on the couch, her eyes widened slightly as she looked at the pair before looking back at Luke before her facial expression relaxed into a smile as she mentally and figuratively wiped her hands clean of the possible knowledge she may now have.
  
  It is not my business and I do not want to know
  
  "Hey, having a good night?" she asked as she took a seat on the couch across from Leon and Thelma. As she sat her eyes landed on the tray of drugs just left out on the table with a raised eyebrow Emily looked from it to Luke, it wasn't like Jack to just leave stuff out well that was unless he was on it as well.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[purplecowdutch]

mood

absolutely HAMMERED

location

Luke's hot tub

tag

Sugarnaut

outfit

a sparkling halter top and a mini skirt with a little zebra bag

Riley Jones

There they were. Finally.
In the meantime she had told Bentley to fuck off as he was trying to get in the hot tub with her after she send Beck to get Laury. Beth and her hated each other but at least she did what she told her to do even if it was probably in her own fucked up way. But they were here. Here with her alone.

Before she even realized they had grabbed the bottle of scotch, laughing and mumbling something about capping. Did she say something wrong? Her brain went 100mp/h and she was way too drunk to think any longer about it. She shook her head, acting like she totally understood what he was saying.
Don’t get fucking nauseous now, Riley Jones. Not now you're this close to them.

‘Absolutely not,’ she said as she sunk a little in the water, watching them as they unbuttoned their t-shirt. Secretly hoping there would be nothing underneath their blouse and they would do things Penny could only dream of in this hot tub but Riley had to be smart about it. If only she knew how.

Now she had totally forgot about that she just bawled her eyes out and cussed out her classmate until they touched her face with the edges of their t-shirt. God, how could anyone be this sweet? Riley remembered the first time she had saw them at her house, the curly hair, that sweet smile and his voice. Riley was used to the jocks, the guys who just wanted to get laid and the guys who used her to get her sister but Laury, not her Laury. Laury asked her name and she stuttered, she remembered it like it was yesterday. Riley never stuttered.

‘Waterproof? Yes, of course, I thought I-‘ Riley touched her own face, feeling the little crumbs of mascara on her lashes. Oh no, she prepared for anything but this. ‘I’m sorry, I guess I got a little-‘ She looked at the door as if she saw a vague shimmer but was way too dizzy to mention it, her gaze moved back to Lauren and without any thinking she took a hold of their shirt. ‘You have to come in here with me,’ she practically commanded. ‘I have rejected many men for you to be in here with me,’ she pulled him a little closer, slipping a little on the slippery edge of the jacuzzi. ‘Alone,’ she whispered, theatrically, hoping it would land and it wouldn’t end in her crying out on Penny’s shoulder and skipping school for the next three weeks.

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[Miaow]

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Car Lights
— James Marriott

mood

anxious and a little bit tipsy

outfit

the jumper | the skirt | the shoes | hair and makeup

interactions

Jack

tags

doedeer

Miyu Nagase

― "the invisible."

She giggled as he mentioned weed. One of the things she was always worried about: Her laugh. She didn't know what it sounded like. She could be snorting like a pig and have no idea.

She certainly wasn't telling Jack off for selling her brother weed. She didn't really mind what he did. What Haru did with his money was no concern of hers. She sipped her drink, staring at his lips as he spoke once more.

"Yeah... I started at Roosevelt this year,"

She responded. Roosevelt was a word she always struggled with. She learned to say a lot of words before she went deaf, but Roosevelt wasn't exactly part of her vocabulary until that year. Had she said it right? God, she was making poor conversation. She felt like one of those screenshots from dating sites, a dry texter but in person. She didn't want to be boring, but talking was scary. What if she said something stupid and he didn't understand? What if he said something and she read his lips wrong?

"I used to live in Japan."

She glanced over at the group entering the kitchen, though only briefly, worried Jack would say something and she'd miss it. She could tell they were noisy, the little noise she could register became messier, more difficult to discern between voices and music. She smiled a little at Jack's question... He wanted to hang out with her? She fidgeted with her hands, her cup still in her palm as she considered it. He wanted to hear the music she liked... That was a complicated question. She liked anything with heavy bass, anything she could feel vibrating through her headphones and pulsing against her ears. Not a lot else really mattered.

"Sure,"

She responded with a smile, topping up her drink before they left. She was going to have to tell him at some point-- before they went upstairs. What if he turned her back to her on his way up, then asked her an important question, and she just ignored him? Then he'd think she was rude, that she hated him-- She interrupted her thoughts.

Just tell him.

"Uhh-- I'm deaf,"

She told him simply, pointing to her sage green hearing aid.

"But I can lip read-- I just have to be able to, uh, see your face,"

She explained, fidgeting with her skirt with an awkward giggle.

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[doedeer]

Spoiler: tw

mentions of drugs

s0ren17

• aaaaaa
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  content, interested, curious

  location

  the drug room

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with his lack of holding eye contact, oblivious jack hadnt really noticed the green piece nestled in her ear until she spoke up about it. he glanced at the piece, then back at her eyes. “oh no way?” he said softly, looking down for a second in shyness. she’d be looking at his lips a lot then. his mouth. something about that made him a tad bit more nervous. “well, just in case uh…”--fidgeting in the drawer below the counter, he pulled out a small yellow notepad and a ballpoint pen. holding them both up before shoving them in his jacket pocket, he turned back to meet her eyes again but this time with a sheepish grin hoping he wasn’t being silly with the suggestion. jack grabbed the cups of water with one hand.

he looked around for the easiest way to walk through the crowd towards the stairs, “let’s go?” he outstretched his hand to hers and locked the two together, walking through the doorway and past the bodies. in that small trek, he held on tight. her hands were small, but warm and a contrast to his own hands that were always freezing even around the heat of the party. jack couldn’t remember the last time he’d held hands with anyone like this. him and wendy didn’t hold hands. they barely showed any affection in public and in private it was just some cuddling at the most. he’d forgotten how strangely intimate holding hands was, even more so than cuddling–especially right now. he suppressed a smile to himself, maintaining a straight face as they finally made it up the stairs.

jack opened the door to the room at the end of the hallway. to his surprise, more people had seemed to join the crowd. leon, thelma, emily and luka who seemed to be racking up lines for the four of them. “uh hey.” he said, letting go of her hand behind him and turning to close the door. he faced miyu, “this is thelma, leon, luka–emily of course–and this is miy–”

“heyyyyyy. who’s this??” luka stood up, tossing the rolled up dollar bill on the table–picking up his pants and hobbling over with a drink in his hand. “i’m lukey. what’s your name?--damn you’re kinda short.” amused, luka measured from the top of his head forward to demonstrate their height difference–a smirk on his face.

jack looked at him deadpanned, the boy not even acknowledging his existence next to the small girl, but he stayed quiet. by the look in his friend’s eyes, he was getting to the “i’m lukey and im in a boy band” part of the night. which in short, is a very common occurrence where luka gets so fucked up he forgets who he is and results into his attention-whore online persona. it was better not to entertain it too much to avoid trouble.

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Car Lights
— James Marriott

mood

anxious and a little bit tipsy

outfit

the jumper | the skirt | the shoes | hair and makeup

interactions

Jack, Luka, Thelma, Emily, Leon

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doedeer neverbackdown TheVoidQueen Twin Fantasy

Miyu Nagase

― "the invisible."

Miyu smiled a little at his reaction. It was always a little awkward. She'd had people start yelling at her like that was going to help. You'd have to scream for her to hear and, even then, it wasn't enough to identify any actual words.

She smiled, nodding as he pulled a notepad out of a kitchen drawer and tucked it into his pocket. It was a good idea, speaking was a little tiring at times, at least when she wrote, she didn't have to worry about how loud she was being.

She looked down at his hand as he held it out to her. Fuck.
She took a breath. What was it with people touching her today? No-- She should give him the benefit of the doubt. He was nice, he'd been friendly so far, and he was a little tipsy... so was she. He couldn't have known. She swallowed before taking his hand, keeping her grip loose so she could wriggle out if she needed to. His hands were cold. It was weirdly quite nice, actually. His hands weren't warm and clammy, though hers probably were. Oh god, what if her hands were gross? What if he thought she was weird?

She followed him through the party, weaving through the crowds of people and up the stairs. She stepped into the room, watching Jack's lips as he introduced her to everyone. She lifted her hand to wave, though Luka was on his feet and right in front of her before she could properly say hello.

She squinted at his mouth as he spoke. Lukey-- was that right? Maybe she could get Jack to write it down later, just in case... She watched him compare their heights. Wow, he talked fast, she couldn't be sure if she was reading anything he'd said correctly.

"Miyu,"

She told him, glancing over at Jack for some form of support. She scanned the room quietly, her eyes widening as she spotted the speaker.
"Is it playing?" She asked Jack, eagerly heading over and touching it. She smiled as she felt the vibrations, the bass pulsing against her fingertips. She looked back to Jack with a grin before taking a seat on the floor beside it, keeping her hand against the mesh.

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[doedeer]

Spoiler: tw

mentions of being on acid, sneaking into someones house

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  running out of luke's driveway

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dancing with the queen in the moonlight of the backyard was a small, but lovely highlight of the night. there was no music, but the music in their heads and at least in his–it was clear and melodic, perfect for the occasion. the atmosphere was still as trippy, even hours into their acid trip–though it felt like at least a days worth at this point. he hadn’t yet reached a point where he wanted it to be over, though this point usually never came. together they laughed like kids, hopping off beat from each-other’s music–at some point, he’d taken her hands and spun them both around and around until they fell onto the wet grass. now getting up, a shining light appeared from behind chloe’s head–illuminating her backlit but in the most angelic of ways. all he could do was smile and stare like a lovesick fool.

with the light came a figure, but from his view he looked like a knight–someone like him and so he stood up straight and adressed him, “hello sire, i am eino. i hail from copenhagen. what is your name?” eino watched as the man went straight for the baby leigh. he said something about not letting them leave until they sober up and to that, eino looked chloe’s way. she was the queen, not him. though, he had no quarrels with the knight–they were technically still in his domain. he wondered what she’d say about it.

“we’re really okay, i assure you.” eino said promptly, walking over to the man and holding out his hand to shake his, “promise we are not of danger. i have been protecting the queen and her friend this whole time. he’s just ah.. sleepy, you know?” he grinned, looking the stranger straight in the eyes, “ if chloe wants to stay, we stay. but if not, we must go.”

time to pretend - mgmt

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[doedeer]

Spoiler: tw

mentions of drugs

s0ren17

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  the drug room

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jack ignored luka, briefly putting the cups of water on the table before following miyu to the stand-up speakers. they were blasting music, both visibly oscillating–to which she’d brush her fingers against. he imagined how she experienced it in that moment. the twinkling melodies, whispery synths and timely hihats.. how much could she hear? certainly she felt the vibrations and by the look on her face, she enjoyed them. he nodded cordially, still in thought and watched as she sat on the wood floor–her full attention seemingly taking in those vibrations with warmth.

like instinct, jack circled around her to unhinge the speaker from it’s placement at the highest setting. he lowered the unit closer to the ground, closer to her so she didn’t have to reach her hands up so high. she looked up at him with a smile and he returned his own, seating himself in front of her. that's better.

luka looked at the both of them slightly confused, then back at emily as if to say “what’s going on here?”. it was extremely rare for jack to leave the confines of his studio especially now that he was sober off opiates much much MUCH less to have brought a girl upstairs who wasn’t wendy. it was surprising to luke he’d even gotten the courage. she was pretty cute, but kind of weird. he couldn’t really place why yet. naturally, luke would’ve sat at the couch again but he didn’t want to sit down. he wanted to do something. and in all honesty, he was getting annoyed jack was ignoring him for a girl. that was what HE was supposed to be doing right now. “pffffft.” he said, now going through jack’s backpack.

jack couldn’t care less, he was enjoying the look on her face. he focused on the music like she did. “you like it?” he asked, making sure she saw all the words. “it’s uh..” jack reached inside his sweatshirt pocket for the notebook and pen.

i t ‘ s a song i mad e wit h my friends

: )

jack had produced the unreleased song that BNO was to be dropping any day now. he hoped miyu could at least hear the melodies..even just a little now that she was closer to the speaker. he felt a pang of sadness over it, still unsure just how much she could hear. music was his life. it was what kept him together when nothing else could. what was life without it being so easy to just.. put on and experience in great detail? it was the reason why he tried to be a little more conscientious with how loud he turned his headphones up. jack never wanted to lose that. and in front of him was a girl who couldn’t experience it the same way he lived for... and for who knows how long? it was a nightmare. he'd known of other people who'd lost their hearing or were born without it, but in this moment the true weight of it hit him a little harder. though watching her as he did, it seemed to be the opposite. miyu looked rather blissful listening to the tune. it made him both happy and sad.

jack gnawed his cheek, giving a coy smile as he slid the notebook around so she could see what he'd written--a bit shy of his messy handwriting.

"think about it - BNO" (unreleased) playing on the speakers

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  Watching Jack walk into the room with Miyu caused a grin to spread across Emily's face as she looked between the pair. Whilst she didn't actually have a hand to play in this connection it made it somewhat better that they had found each other on their own.
  
  Before Emily could say so much of a word in greeting to either of her friends, the famous "Lukey" persona reared its head and Emily watched in amusement as he sauntered over towards Miyu. "Lukey honestly where did you learn to socialise" whilst she was shaking her head and held a tone of exasperation, her amusement was clearly written on her facial features as she stifled a laugh. "Besides everyone is short to you". The deadpan look on Jack's face topped it all off as a giggle fell from Emily's lips.
  
  Emily watched as Jack and Miyu took a seat beside each other on the floor and as she caught eye contact with Luke, who seemed entirely confused at the situation, she simply gave a small shrug and pouted her lips slightly as if to say I don't know but its cute.
  
  As she watched Jack pull out a notebook to clearly communicate with Miyu, Emily forced the smile to remain on her face as she felt her mask beginning to crumble. While she would admit it was very cute and she loved that they seemed so comfortable in each others presence, it was just a bit much for her at this current time. As she bit her lip the true reality of her situation seemed to finally hit her, she was now single again, no more cuddles in bed late at night or early morning, no one to go home to or to pick her up, no one....alone... my fault
  
  Emily leaned forward towards the table, picking up the note that Luke had thrown before doing one of the lines that had been racked out on the tray. She sat back for a moment looking at the plate, twirling the rolled up note between her fingers as she bit her lip, her mind deep in thought as she decided what to do now
  
  Fuck it, i want to forget so I will
  
  Leaning forward again Emily quickly, as though afraid someone might try and stop her, did another one of the lines from the tray. She dropped the note and rubbed under her nose before dropping her head back and downing the remainder of her cup in one large gulp. Placing the now empty cup on the table, Emily stood up stumbling slightly from the sudden movement of standing up but caught herself before falling back down onto the couch. "Right..." she announced loudly, her eyes still set on the tray on the table before she looked up and around the room "I'm going to try find Ava, get more drink and maybe dance if anyone cares to join" she announced the open invitation around the room before turning on her heel and heading towards the door.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[Miaow]

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Car Lights
— James Marriott

mood

mmm music good

outfit

the jumper | the skirt | the shoes | hair and makeup

interactions

Jack, Luka, Thelma, Emily, Leon

tags

doedeer neverbackdown TheVoidQueen Twin Fantasy

Miyu Nagase

― "the invisible."

Miyu smiled as he lowered the speaker for her, allowing her hand to rest against the mesh without stretching her arm. She sat with her legs folded, briefly closing her eyes to focus on the little noise she could hear. It was mostly the lower frequencies as the higher end of her hearing was almost completely gone. The bassier notes, mostly. The twinkly melodies simply didn't register.

As she opened her eyes, Jack was sat across from her. She read his lips, nodding eagerly. She leaned forward to read what he was writing, her eyes widening a little at what he had scrawled for her.

"You make music?"

She asked with a smile,

"That's really cool. I like the rhythm!"

She glanced over at Emily, her eyes a little wide as she watched her take a line... then another... then downed her drink. She glanced back at Jack for a moment before trying to read Emily's lips... but she missed most of what she'd said.

"Did she just..."

She began before giggling, unable to finish her sentence. She certainly wasn't aware of the drugs she often took. She took the notepad from him, writing something beneath his note.

Does she do that often?

She spun the notepad around on the floor so he could read it with a small smile on her face. She was completely unaware of the evening Emily had had thus far, too busy dancing in the living room to see it unfold. She sipped her drink as he read it, returning her free hand to the speaker.

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[doedeer]

Spoiler: tw

mentions of drugs, bad habits

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with her eyes closed, jack gazed upon the glittering in her make-up. it glistened most when the peachier hue of the strobe light above graced the room, but perhaps that was just all in his head. she had freckles all over her face and dark brows underneath the wisps of her bangs. this girl is so pretty–all he could think in the short moment before she opened her eyes and received his questions, her hand reaching for the notepad.

jack felt a little proud in the moment that she’d expressed admiration for the track and for his passion. somehow it was a lot cooler than when anyone else asked if he made music. the small commotion of luka and emily’s back-and-forth took her attention away from him for a brief moment, his eyes followed though they preferred to stay in her gracile. emily took in a line of coke as luka voiced a joke about her slowing her roll–something he didn’t mean. when luke was fucked up, he encouraged all in his vicinity to match his energy as best they could.

a light-hearted inquiry from miyu took his attention back to the girl and she scribbled her own note to him which he scanned immediately. he looked up at her, initially unsure if she’d meant the question genuinely or in a scrutinizing sort of way. by her smile, he figured she just hadn’t really seen her peers induldge in drugs in this manner before. though, to be fair it seemed to be the majority of his own circles that in-took in the above average with using as opposed to the typical high school student. with his hand up, wavering back and forth to signal a so-so response, he scribbled back.

sort of , it’s k ind of just always around.

jack didn’t really know if he wanted to talk much more on the topic. miyu knew he’d sold weed, but selling harder stuff like cocaine, pressed pills and such–he wasn’t sure if she’d believe he was as shady as his reputation begged. maybe he was that shady, he didn’t think he was a bad guy though. better to push that notion as far as he could for now. if she’d ask him, he’d tell her the truth but hopefully she wasn’t so curious.

jack thought back to her words in the kitchen. something about 'starting at roosevelt this year'. like a transfer student right? from lincoln or ballard maybe? she didn’t mean a freshman right?

hmm..

oh god she’s a freshman isn’t she.

before he could show the surprise on his face, emily stood at a slight wobble off the couch and announced her dismissal from the room–prompted by a weak protest from luka. jack saw her eyes for a split second. something was up. was it bad of him not to run after her to check? they’d barely interacted since they met up in the recording room and that was always chill since they tended to do their own things during parties this large, but a part of him did feel a little wrong for not having a proper conversation. it was probably nothing anyways, all in his head like usual. besides, emily had mentioned meeting up with ava so at least she wouldn’t be alone. it’s funny how leaving recovery made you feel more atuned to people’s feelings–all those drugs fried his brain only during them and not after; that was a relief.

“bye emily, tell ava i still have her–” shit. “--uh–like her stuff, i don’t know if she wanted more or whatever.”

fuck. hopefully miyu’s naivity kept him from blowing his own cover.

"think about it - BNO" (unreleased) playing on the speakers

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[doedeer]

Spoiler: TW

drugs, mentions of physical violence

luke tellegio

♫/20 min - lil uzi vert/♫

mood

eh, time to get fucked up

location

his epic house party in magnolia hills

oufit

tag

emily neverbackdown , leon, TheVoidQueen , mentions: laury Sugarnaut , thelma Twin Fantasy , jack, calli, miyu Miaow , emily neverbackdown

luka held his pants up by the studded belt, his voice and mannerisms of total inebrity. it was way more fun reaching this point of the night–and it took him longer than usual due to back-to-back affairs. he watched as emily took in the widest line on the table, a smirk on his face as he tilted to the side–putting his cup up to take chugs out of. “woaaaahhh chilllll.” he joked, expressing admiration in contrast. “ok emily i see you.”

“damn pour another one up, you’re gonna need it for the drip.” he laughed off, then turned towards thelma on the couch to wave a hand in front of their face. “goddamn i think they’re fucking gone--the fuck you guys do to thelma?”

at emily’s announcement, he turned around fast, “nawww where do you think you’re going? don’t goooOoo.” he said, following her to the door. “fuck should i come..”

he stopped, contemplating for a second. the only people in the room: thelma–completely off their ass on whatever they took. they didn’t really seem to talk to luka much anyway and he was definitely not drunk enough to have a conversation about government spies if they decided to snap out of it. jack–and his little friend–disgustingly cute. made him want to throw up. he had no idea what was even going on there and he was not about to third wheel any of it. leon… leaving himself with leon would grant him a little too much sexual tension. he couldn’t trust it. luka tried to get all of that out before the party even started so he could FOCUS on calli. though admittedly, it was tempting.

thinking on that notion, if he was to get any more fucked up before seeing his crush–things may get a little complicated.

that was all he needed to answer his own question.

“aight. i’m coming with you, but i’m bringing this.” he said, rushing over to jack’s open backpack on the floor and shaking the couple of ecstasy pills in his hand. the boy made eye contact with him and luka expected some sort of verbal protest, but he was only met with a hint of vexation in jack’s expression.

“whaaaat? i’mm paying you later, don’t trip.” he dismissed, “you gotta pick up some percs bro, you’re lacking.” luka opened the door, waiting for emily to walk through. luka was a little too drunk to have any sort of careful filter around the subject of 'opiates' at the moment. the same opiates that sent his best friend to the hospital, previously blacked out on the tile of his bathroom floor. oops.

“lead the way,” he said to her, only looking over his shoulder for a second to offer a goodbye to the rest of the room, “peace!”

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[weldherwings]

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Oh... okay uhh... whats happening here?

location

The party

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Keeping it casual with a scooter helmet on his head

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Violet ( TheVoidQueen )

Lee Dong-Hyun

“Come on a people on your big! Come on a people in the air! You know you gotta be your ware! You gotta mope! You gotta group!”

A tone-deaf rendition of the 1996 classic Korean pop song, “Twist King” by Turbo, could be heard wailing in the back of the kitchen as the pots and pans were being stacked. Had it been any other night, Hyun would’ve kindly requested for his cousin to cease her shrilling vocals as it would’ve scared off the customers. Luckily for her, there were no customers today. Something which Hyun believed only happened because she was singing, to begin with. Her wails must’ve scared the customers away before they could even step foot through the front door. And while he loved Rose’s rendition of the cult classic song, her ballads and sing-a-longs had been straining his ears all night long.

Where were all the customers?

It had been eerily quiet tonight, giving Hyun the opportunity to study his schoolwork while manning the cash register and taking orders. The slow-pacing night also made it incredibly boring, and each passing second dragged on. While he continued to investigate the chapter about prokaryotes and eukaryotes, a ping upon the desktop screen before him chimed and grabbed his attention. An order… finally, he thought to himself, gazing up towards the screen to look at the details of the order. It was a delivery order, but also close to closing time. He had half a mind to reject it, stating that it was too late at night to be ordering. However, it wasn’t like they were run off their feet either. He called out to Rose that there was an order, passing through to her the request before returning to his books. Within fifteen minutes, the twenty-year-old female - still butchering the 90s K-Pop that played on the speaker from the kitchen - came back out with a helmet on her head and a bag in hand.

“Ya,” Hyun called to her as he lifted his head from his study book, comfortably speaking to his cousin in their native tongue. “Where are you going?”

“To drop off the order” she responded slowly and slyly.

“Remember the last time you dropped off an order.”

“Now, th-”

“You threw the food in the customer’s face because he asked for cutlery”

“I put chopsticks in the bag!”

Hyun stared up at his older cousin with a deadpan expression upon his face, patiently waiting for her to just hear her own words. She stared back with just the same amount of intensity. And then she cracked. Mushing her face in annoyance, giving a stompy dance and wriggling in dismay. “You’re meant to respect to your elders!” she whined as she placed the bag on the table in front of Hyun.

“And you’re meant to respect your boss” he heavily sighed, standing up to his full height and taking hold of the helmet upon her head. As he placed it upon his own, he began to clip it on and gazed up towards Rose again. “You can lock the door after I leave. We’ll just close up ten minutes early tonight. And then once clean up is done, you can go home” With a sullen expression on her face, her lower lip pouting, Rose agreed with a head nod and allowed her boss little cousin to be on his way.

Driving to the location of the delivery took close to ten minutes on the scooter. As he drew closer to the house, Hyun’s jaw began to drop. There were so many teenagers from their school around and… these houses. Far more impressive than the one by one apartment that he lived in above the restaurant. As he parked in front of the said house, Hyun began his quest to try and find the person who had ordered the food. Bag of food in one hand, his phone with the details in another, and the scooter helmet still attached to his head, onwards he went in search of Robbie.

Now, who the hell was Robbie?

As he walked up to the front door - which was left ajar for people to come and go as they pleased - Hyun began to search around for someone - anyone that he might’ve known that could’ve helped. Building up courage, he managed to ask two or three people from his maths class if they had heard of a Robbie. Which they all said no. So, he had to continue further in. Deeper into the belly of the party he travelled, his eyes travelling around in hope of some sort of salvation. Parties were not his thing, he decided there and then. After all, this would’ve technically been his first party he had ever attended and he wasn’t really… attending?

Hyun released a deep, heavy exhale, preparing to give it all up. That was until he spotted Violet, who seemed to be making her way towards him. Finally; a somewhat friendly face that he could ask for help. As she drew closer, Hyun called out to her; “Hey Violet - do you know a R-”

That was when he was cut off by a pair of lips. Hands cradling his face, pulling him into a deep, passionate and somewhat hungry kiss. Well, let me rephrase that; pulling him into his first kiss. He always imagined that his first kiss would’ve been with someone he had been dating for a good number of weeks. Starting off as something innocent like a peck. But this was nothing like he imagined. It had caught him so off guard that it had taken a moment to process everything that was going on. And in a moment of confusion, and not wanting the girl to feel embarrassed, Hyun slowly began to let himself melt into her lips, closing his eyes and following along with her cues. She was a warm blanket, wrapping him up on a harsh, cold winter’s morning. And for those few moments, after he gave himself permission for his lips to move in unison against hers, he honestly felt something bubbling in his stomach that he had never experienced before.

And while that feeling was nauseating, scary and unknown, it was one that he never wanted to get rid of. He wanted to stay in this place like this for the rest of his life.

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  Emily could only smirk as Luke tried to protest her leaving, quite pathetically and half-heartedly she might add. She didn't even have to try and persuade him before he agreed to join her. To be honest she had expected him to leave the room with her, firstly he wasn't one to stay cooped up in a room all night at a party and secondly Calli wasnt up here and she was sure he was ready to go hunt her down.
  
  A small smile played on her lips as she thought about him and Calli or more so the fact that it wasn't bring a violently upset or annoyed reaction out of her, the feeling of heartbreak now only a dull sensation like a healing bruise in the bottom of her heart, the drugs had worked. She knew tomorrow would be worse, the pain would have to be felt but for right now well she was numb and that was exactly how she wanted to be.
  
  Emily watched as Luke took the pills from Jacks backpack and looked between him and Luke for a second before holding out her hand as though to say "gimme" a small pout of her lips to seal the deal. "Thank you" she grinned up at him before popping the ecstasy pill in her mouth and dry swallowing it. A slight shiver ran down her head to her shoulders, she never like taking pills without a liquid to wash it down, but serious matters call for serious solutions... or however the saying goes.
  
  "Onward" she loudly announced giggling slightly as she linked arms with Luke and made their way towards the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Emily stopped to have a look around, hoping to pick out Ava within the crowd. Her eyes scanned the room carefully, taking in all the people she knew and those she didn't know, which typically with a Tellegio houseparty there seemed to be more strangers than friendly faces. Her eyes landed on Alexandra Smyth at the bar and she bit her lip as she looked slightly before looking at Luke to see if he noticed her, it had been a while since Alex had been in Luke's house. Not that she thought Luke would care that she was here but it had been a messy and toxic relationship and Emily had to wonder was hers and Billys actually as bad as that or were they worse?
  
  Unable to spot her target, Emily moved downstairs essentially dragging Luke with her "I can't see a thing ....." she muttered, she mostly meant the height disadvantage but irony was a peculiar thing and as Emily spoke the lights began to swirl and blur in her eyes. And there hit the molly ...
  
  "Can you see Ava" she shouted so that Luke would hear her over the music blaring from the speaker beside them as she stared at his chest trying to get her eyes to take instructions and work properly for her again. The all to familiar sensation that she got when coming up of her body vibrating began to kick in and she rubbed her face as she bit the inside of her cheek slightly
  
  Chewing gum ... i need chewing ... i need liquids.. what am i ...
  
  As quick as the intensity of the come up came it left leaving her happily content at the top of the confusing but euphoric ecstasy bliss trip. A grin now present on her expression, all drama of the night pushed aside and everything else forgotten Emily looked up at Luka before turning and walking towards the kitchen to get a drink. It was as she walked into the kitchen that Emily remembered the real reason she had come downstairs "Oh shit Ava" Emily exclaimed loudly as she stopped in her tracks and looked around the room. As though perfectly planned, Emily turned in time to see Ava walk through the doors.
  
  "Ava" she squealed running over to hug her friend "Are you having a good night? did you get the molly? Me and Billy broke up, I may have already drunk texted Javaad, have you seen Tori anywhere? Oh and Jack and Miyu are looking pretty cute upstairs" the cocaine, alcohol and ecstasy interlocking and flooding her systems as she quickly gave her friend the highlight reel of what had happened tonight along with some questions that popped into her mind. "I need a drink ... do yous want a drink"
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

 

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happy monday the 21st! strangely enough, this very average monday is nearly
record breaking for the amount of student absences at roosevelt high.
judging by the array of social media photos...
seems to have been QUITE the party going on this last weekend.

it’s now 12:30 and the kids who did manage to show their faces are now free
for the next hour to indulge in their lunchtime activities. clubs are officially
meeting on their regular schedule since the winter break ended.
room 204’s tight knit crew is back on–feel free to drop in and sign up
if you still want to join! soccer club (womens and mens) is hosting last minute try-outs
for anyone still wanting to participate in the rest of the season’s matches! go riders!

lastly, this year’s amazing race is in play! for the freshman still new to this,
the amazing race is a week long event where a scavenger hunt takes place
within the campus for certain items. come by mr. davie’s room to sign your team up and for your first clue!

have a good day everyone! stay safe and study hard!​

@wyliewebster

dope shot i got of luka's party last night

@EThomephone

@lukeyy

@s0ren17 @aydenthompson LMAAGD

@johnjiroudi

umm i found this in my camera roll? WHO EVEN IS THIS????

@audddssss_

roosevelt kids know how to party lol i'll admit it

@TotalLeighStupid

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[Chimney Swift]

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It was no secret that Saturday night had been rough for Leigh. His barely-intelligible intoxicated tweets were proof enough, even if his disheveled Monday appearance at school didn’t cinch it.
Evidently, Sunday hadn’t been enough time to recover from the massive hangover; he could barely keep his eyes open during his morning classes, nothing like his usual hyperactive chatty self. When lunchtime rolled around in the early afternoon, he looked almost miserable enough to be sent home sick: his eyes were deeply shadowed as though he hadn’t slept in days, slowly scooting his way into the cafeteria in the wheelchair that Lauren found for him (his crutches were still missing, held hostage by Luke), finding a place next to his friends with a quiet “Hey, buds…” that was nothing like his usual overenthusiastic greeting to Chad and Jonas.

“I’m never going to a party again,” Leigh lamented bitterly, using his plastic fork to scoot his cold Spaghetti-Os around on his tray, making a teetering pyramid of noodles and sauce. He wasn’t hungry at all, strangely, though he hadn’t eaten any of his breakfast this morning either. It probably wasn’t soothing his lingering hangover pains not to be eating like this, but the combination of discomfort and nauseating worry over his brother’s dating life had killed Leigh’s appetite. “And not just ‘cause Laury said I’m banned forever. Partying’s the WORST.” As he continued his speech, he started talking faster and faster, his voice emitting small high-pitched cracks every couple of words he tried to ignore. “I…I got locked in a car, and I threw up, and there were these weird ducks everywhere, and I lost my crutches, and I spilled wine on Luke Tellegio’s carpet and now he’s probably gonna kill me even though I totally said sorry. And I didn’t even do any drugs, you guys!! Everyone thinks I did drugs, but I didn’t. And I didn’t pee my pants. I dunno who started that rumor but it’s totally messed up.” The young freshman’s version of events was a bit out-of-order and was missing several somewhat important points in the timeline, and by the end was starting to diverge into just lying to save himself from further embarrassment. He could feel his cheeks start heating up as he slammed his fork down onto the tray hard enough to shake the cafeteria table and nearly topple over his Spaghett-O tower.

“It’s all Wendy’s fault anyway. If she didn’t go on that dumb date with Carter this never would’ve happened.” Leigh grumbled, pouring out his carton of milk onto his Spaghetti-O tower to create a moat. He was allergic to milk, thus rendering the food inedible… not that he was planning on eating it anyway. “Bendy Wendy. Bendy, Bendy, Wendy Bendy Wendy.”

It was absolutely wrongheaded of Leigh to be blaming Carter’s date for his own reckless actions, but the boy wasn’t quite mature enough to reconcile with the fact that this was entirely his own fault for not knowing how to pace himself. Perhaps Lauren was right; Leigh was only fourteen, and maybe he was just too young to be trusted to party responsibly.

“I shoulda just done my Algebra homework. At least then Mr. Van Galder wouldn’t be giving me detention later this week.” He wheeled his chair back a few inches to dramatically flop his head down onto the table without getting his hair in his Spaghetti-O and milk mess. His arm reached out to paw at Jonas’ shoulder, begging him for reassurance. “I just wanna go home, you guys. I just wanna go home.”

FUN
Troye Sivan

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Spoiler: tw

mentions of acid

ein0000

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eino was chipper as ever this morning, filing in line behind other students and making chit chat as he signaled a thumbs up to each apathetic-looking lunch lady’s question. piling up his tray during lunch was becoming quite the ritual. after one of the most memorable nights in his entire life, he’d spent the morning after running errands with mrs. thomas and marveling at the inside look of the average seattle resident’s life. he adored it. everything here was so picturesque to him and almost everyone he encountered greeted him with a smile.

emily hadn’t come back home until the evening of that sunday and when she had, it seemed like she wanted alone time. his exhange student sister had spent all her meals at ava’s and instead, skipped to spend the rest of the night in her room. eino had a inkling she had something heavy on her mind, even on the ride to school this morning she was quieter than usual. even though he hadn’t known her for very long he made sure to tell her he appreciated her and that if she ever needed to vent–he’d be all ears.

happily, he placed the finishing touches–a chocolate milk carton and a plastic bag containing his latest american snack obsession: twinkies. in denmark, there were many versions of american snacks sold in stores but never anything like a twinkie. he wondered if it was only a school lunch thing because if they were sold in stores too? he’d have to make it a priority to ask emily to take him where they sell the delicious cake.

eino said goodbye to the couple of students he was in conversation with, finding a familiar face in the crowd. “bay-be leigh!” he exclaimed, opening the chocolate milk in one hand as he walked over with the heavy tray in the other. he took a big gulp, grinning after. his face changed at leigh’s obvious dismay. “what’s wrong?!” he asked with genuine concern, sliding into the seat between the two strangers to face leigh. “you are still sick?”

“is this about laury? or about your pants? don’t worry everything will be O-K. i already tell everyone you pee your pants because of taking acid, not of accident–or something like that.. they understand i think!” he smiled hoping it’d reassure his new friend, “cheer up, you can have my other twinkie if you want.”--waving the plastic in the air.

“i am eino by the way. you guys are?”

anything could happen - the clean

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[RosaBlanca]

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eigh looked like a total disaster. Seriously. Chad had his fair share of rough nights and even rougher hangovers, but this by far was like, the worst he’s ever seen. The fact that it was Leigh that was going through it made the whole situation even more ridiculous. Especially with how the other boy looked like a little kid with his milk and spaghetti-o combo, which clearly wasn’t thought out much. Chad tried to avoid laughing at his friend’s predicament the entire time he lamented. It was obvious the kid needed some sort of reassurance after surviving his first big boy party. He hoped that the right words for the situation would manifest once he opened his mouth.

“Dude. You totally pissed your pants.”

Upon further thought, Chad realized that this probably wasn’t the most comforting thing to say, especially with the snicker that Jonas let out. He probably just outed himself as the one who started that rumor. It made sense after all. Leigh drank way too much and since Bentley was in the bathroom for half of the night taking care of his… problem, it would be a logical conclusion for Leigh to have peed his pants. He hoped that Bentley didn’t remember all of the texts that Chad sent him that were trying to be flirtatious but just ended up confusing. Oh well.

“Like, you’re kinda new at this. And you look like a total lightweight. You’ve gotta be slow at first or like, you’ll throw up everywhere. And I definitely saw throw up everywhere.”

Since Chad was a junior, and Leigh was a freshmen, it was like Chad’s responsibility to watch out for his little bro. Parties are serious business and Chad knew that there was almost an art to having fun while staying pretty conscious. He definitely felt un-cool trying to give him pointers though. Did this mean he was old? Mature? That’s weird.

“Nobody cares about freshman classes anyways, why can’t you just skip and go home? You’ve got a car right?” He asked Leigh, starting to feel sorry for him.



Chimney Swift

The one, the only, fantastic

Chad Kay

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[doedeer]

Spoiler: tw

mentions of mdma usage; trouble eating? (not ED related)

avainadaze

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since sobering up the sunday after luka’s party, ava jane had been in and out of it. between being her lively self and a ball of anxiety, it was exhausting. usually she dealt with the after effects of molly, but this go around was tougher than she anticipated. she’d spent the whole day after attempting self-care with her best friend only to end up crying on and off, making a huge mess of the kitchen making a single pizza and somehow dyeing emily’s hair the darkest shade she’d ever had before. actually, ava quite liked it. but she knew emily was hurting. emily only ever went dark when life sucked. and for the first time, she understood how life could actually suck. it was a miracle she didn’t take the leftovers from that box dye to her own hair. after a much-needed dinner ordered by her mother, emily left back to her house and ava was left feeling pretty hollow. no texts from laury, no likes on her photos, comments–NOTHING. usually she didn’t mind especially since they’d always make time for her on their usual thursday nights, but last week he didn’t show. and during the party, they didn’t so much as share a smile. it hurt ava more than usual.

waking up and attending school this monday wasn’t as beseeching, but ava felt a little hollow. she was spacing out in every class, barely touched her breakfast (first mistake) and went through the first half of classes like a zombie. she’d almost forgotten she had a soccer club meeting.

ava was already on the junior varsity team, but it was still mandatory for every member to attend club meetings especially since they weren’t very often. this one in particular covered information for the last-minute tryouts week before the more serious leg of competition began. technically, she could easily be replaced. being one of the only sophomores still on the JV team was bad enough. with her lazy work ethic and showing up to practice high as a kite with the other replaceables–it wasn’t looking all that great for her.

she groaned to herself, grabbing a quick (and gross) meal from the cafeteria and headed over to mr. nunez’ classroom on the second floor. she took a seat at an empty patch of the table, tossing her backpack on the floor and picking at the watery alfredo pasta. with all the noise created by the soccer players, her mind wandered yet again to places she didn’t mean to go.

–like how gross she felt after the realization she practically could’ve fucked that animal sam grants. gag. she forced the pasta down her throat. it was kind of funny? but also not? thinking about the look on mall’s face was both hilarious, but so awful at the same time. she genuinely didn’t mean to get caught. well, who really does? ava knew it was never going to go as far as it went and thankfully she refused his offer to follow him to wherever the fuck he wanted to go after literally getting caught cheating on his girlfriend. so stupid. ugh.

and laury. laurrrryyyy. why were they like this? that was the worst part. so expressive with every girl but herself–except when they were alone together. when it was just him and her, it was so different. but outside of her little paradise, it was dull. she always felt like she was trying too hard to gain their attention. their recognition and love. her reputation as this free spirit gypsy-bound girl crumbled when he was around. it was so frustrating. it was hard to have a conversation that went anywhere about it with her best friend whom she confided about the conflict often. understandably, emily was at a crossroads here. she’d known laury for longer than ava regardless if they were best friends. they’d both agreed it was just tough circumstances and simply--the life of a young man. and lauren–who was free as a bird; a huge reason why she adored them so. it was so silly--the hope she held despite it all.

lauren finley with their dark brown locks and perfect posture. kind and gentle, but rugged when he wanted to be. ava sighed. she looked up from her daydream, watching the president of the soccer club finally walk in with a small entourage of varsity boys behind him. though behind them all, her vision could only focus on one thing. the familiar locks and posture in a autumn-colored sweater walking past the soccer club door, like slow motion he disappeared down the hall.

she felt a subtle jerk in her legs as if they were screaming to surprise him–maybe walk them to wherever they were going.

but she didn’t move. ava sat tense in the chair then sulked as her teammates took seats next to her. she flashed them smiles to mask her thoughts–and in hopes she’d be able to focus on ben’s words instead of her crazy mind filled with the only boy in all of seattle who never looked her way first.

tomorrow never came - lana del rey (ft. sean ono lennon)

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[Chimney Swift]

totalleighstupid

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“Eino, don’t say that!!” Leigh turned beet red and scrambled forward in his wheelchair to put his hand over his Danish friend’s mouth, to prevent any more humiliating truths from coming out of it. “And I DIDN’T. I, uh… spilled water. On my pants. And I didn't do acid.” He grinned sheepishly at his other two friends, giving Jonas and Chad each a shaky thumbs-up, as if that would have solidified his lies in the slightest.

He accepted the Twinkie from Eino, though, smiling in thanks as he undid the wrapper and crammed the whole thing into his mouth in one bite– the first actual food he’d eaten all day. It was probably pretty safe: baked dairy products usually didn’t aggravate his allergy too much, because of weird sciencey protein-related heat reactions that he didn’t totally understand. He might have a stomach ache later, but it wouldn’t hurt him as badly as raw milk. Besides, twinkies were good, man. Dairy allergy be damned; he wasn’t about to live in a world where he couldn’t eat Twinkies.

But unfortunately, this brief moment of joy over the Twinkie was soon shattered when Chad didn’t believe Leigh’s weak attempt to lie about Saturday night.

“Dude, you totally pissed your pants.”

“U-uh, actually, I… I DIDN’T–” Leigh stammered in a panic, glancing around at the other nearby cafeteria tables full of classmates who might have overheard that mortifying declaration. Did it even matter, though? People had been laughing at him and his misfortunes all day. It was enough to drive the little freshman to the brink of insanity.
He still loved Eino, though… even if he might have been responsible for the complete destruction of Leigh’s paper-thin reputation.

“Like, you’re kinda new at this. And you look like a total lightweight. You’ve gotta be slow at first or like, you’ll throw up everywhere. And I definitely saw throw up everywhere.”

Chad was right. Leigh WAS new at this, and as lightweight as they come… to tell the truth, he could’ve used a friend like Chad to watch over him that night, not that Leigh would usually ever admit to needing the help. But he nodded, slowly at first, giving his vile Spaghetti-O concoction one last stir with his fork.

“Nobody cares about freshman classes anyways, why can’t you just skip and go home? You’ve got a car right?”

“No…”
Leigh did not have a car. He was still too young to drive, and besides, the Fallons were far too poor for Leigh or Carter to have their own cars. The trailer and their meth head mom’s nearly-broken-down (and probably stolen) SUV was all they had to use. Unfortunately, that meant that Leigh couldn’t just ditch school on his own… that was the story of Leigh’s life, right? Always having to rely on someone else, always too young and too disabled and too helpless to do anything by himself–

To his own horror, Leigh’s eyes welled up with tears. Damn it, why was he crying!? This wasn’t even the worst thing that had happened… but the combination of low blood sugar from not eating, the hangover, the embarrassment of what happened over the weekend, being without his crutches, all of it had caught up with him at once and the poor boy’s fragile spirit was broken.

Stop being a baby, Leigh. He mentally scolded himself, but it didn’t work. Frantically, his hands found the wheels of his wheelchair and he started scooting back away from the table. There was no way he was about to let his friends watch him cry, even though Chad and Jonas had both seen it happen dozens of times before.

There was no coming back from this.

FUN
Troye Sivan

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