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KYLE GALLNER as COLIN GRAY JENNIFER'S BODY 2009 | dir. Karyn Kusama

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currently whoring out for anything vampire related because it's august BUT! i can't figure out if grace would be a feeding victim or a turned vampire but either way, these are the things she would have on her at the time of her death both ways, since i like the idea that turned vampires must die to be turned.

it's a slushy march. middle of the month and despite the light snow, grace was hardly dressed for the weather. she decided to walk to the party, her mother using the car. her hair would be flat ironed, held together with hairspray and open-center clips. smudged purple shimmer eyeshadow and drugstore blush. a borrowed pair of heels that tracy lent her, "just for the night," she had harshly reminded. tracy would probably selfishly ask a police officer for the grimy pair back, unbothered that grace died. a pair of sheer tights stolen from her mother's drawer, ripped apart by the harsh conditions she endured before and after death. a pleated black mini skirt, stolen from the mall two months ago. a quarter-sleeve henley, her bra peeking out just enough for the police who found her to mistake her as a "sorostitute" for delta delta phi. a black puffer jacket, worn and loved, with a faux fur lined hood. she would wear various bracelets, mostly the beaded ones on her left wrist that she never took off, and a silver pair of hoop earrings.

in her purse would be her cell, buzzing insistently with texts and calls from her mother, the same snippet of a $2.99 ringtone on repeat. a roll-on shimmer tube made by nyx and an elf lipstick. essie nail polish. a crumpled paper with a boy's number on it, his name bitterly scribbled out. a blue glitter pen. $10 in cash because it's all her mother could afford to give her. a credit card in her father's name. loose juicy fruit gum. bath and body works perfume. glitter hand sanitizer. quarters and dimes. various crumpled receipts. a pack of marlboros with only three cigs left.

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tracy and astrid are two dumb bitches telling each other “exactly,”

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berit graham, eldest daughter and chronic loser.

it’s been two weeks of dragging her worn body up the stairs because building maintenance has pushed back fixing the elevator for the fourth time. she would move but it’s the convenience that keeps her tied. cheap and close to college, even if it’s was really her tight budget convincing her it was cheap.

burgundy hair. frameless glasses. a lopsided pouty bottom lip. she wears long sleeves under tees, being compared to masculine figures by female peers. hesitant. bitter. jealous. unmotivated. her mother’s disappointment. a brown faux leather purse. wired headphones and low waist jeans with an unbothered muffintop. butterface nicknames. acne scars and braces at twenty. a dress her grandmother sent her from boscov’s. thinks the entire world is against her. silly bandz and a cigarette. her obsessed interest in astrid. peer pressure. stuffy classrooms. youtube fangirls. collegehumor. smosh. hitting the steering wheel when frustrated. feather necklaces.

sales associate at the video game store downtown. stays up playing sims 2 and delicious: emily. sometimes burger shop. brown walls and aqua blue decor. french tips. idol is chess grandmaster marie sebag but she hates chess. wears eyeshadow under her glasses because of marie. wears fruit scented body mist that smells more like alcohol and stings noses. gel stickers on her bedroom window. curly hair with straight bangs.

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rest in peace, grace oh.

you were gonna love grey cats. you were gonna love juicy couture and victoria’s secret. you were gonna love knockoff bags because your family is too impoverished to afford the real thing. you were gonna love drugstore makeup. you were gonna love wired headphones. you were gonna love spoiled attitudes and selfish behavior. you were gonna seek approval and attention. you were gonna hate your designs. you were gonna pull at your hair while walking down priscilla avenue after an argument with your boyfriend of the month. you were gonna be jealous of ashley’s authentic prada. you were gonna steal your brother’s cigarettes. you were gonna play music so loud it rattled your beat up car. you were gonna spit in nate's face. you were gonna hide your love for deer and the headlights. you were gonna hate every other girl on campus because “internalized misogyny” or whatever. you were gonna turn into a vampire and suddenly be better than everyone. you weren’t gonna turn into a vampire, only hoped you did because my babysitter’s a vampire fueled your idea of what it means to be hot.

you were gonna change over the summer. you were gonna love velour tracksuits. you were gonna love your baby blue thong revealing itself from the back of your jeans. you were gonna love the lace hem of your bra peeking out just enough to entice stupid frat bros who let you leech off their popularity. you were gonna climb your way to the top. you were gonna vomit in the back of travis mitchell's car. you were gonna ignore your mother’s curfew set for you because you’re in college and twenty-one. you were gonna reject your cultural traditions and turn into a spoiled all-american brat. you were gonna kiss a million boys you didn’t love. you were gonna speak your mother's native language poorly because you didn't care to practice anymore. you were gonna be mean. you were gonna consider dropping out. you were gonna stare at your popcorn ceiling. you were gonna love your cracked iphone. you were gonna love ‘09 tumblr. you were gonna stutter in front of girls. you were gonna roll your eyes at least five times a day. you were gonna bleach your hair a gross shade of yellow because toner wasn’t a word in your vocabulary. you were gonna love juicy fruit gum. you were gonna fight with your younger sister. you were gonna refuse to help at your father’s restaurant because it was embarrassing. you were gonna slam doors in your mother’s face. you were gonna love the bling ring scandal. you were gonna be obsessed with celebrities and paparazzi. you were gonna start stealing wallets from distracted businessmen on the street and take whatever cash they had. you were gonna fuel your shopping addiction with borrowed money you would never pay back. you were gonna hate authority. you were gonna hate yourself after every orgasm. you were gonna watch bad girls club. you were gonna attempt to run away a million times. you were gonna threaten to kill kimberly kennedy because she called you a hoe, even if it was true. you were gonna have silver eyeshadow and a digital camera. you were gonna chronically use facebook. you were gonna be at every party drunk off your ass.

you were gonna get sick from the black mold your parents couldn’t afford to fix until a week later. you were gonna chew on all your pens and pencils. you were gonna have hot pink acrylics. you were gonna have hot pink zebra print all over your bedroom. you were gonna have disgustingly dark bruises lining your body from sloppy makeouts. you were gonna tell your younger sister to leave the door unlocked before sneaking out. you were gonna tell your sister you loved her. you were gonna drag your crumpled body home underneath the buzzing street lamps. you weren’t gonna stop saying the r-word and f-slur because it rubbed off on you and also, it's 2011. you were gonna wear fake ralph lauren and miu miu. you weren't gonna remember where you managed to get so many fakes. you were gonna loathe stuffy church sunday with your family. you were gonna wear letterman jackets that didn’t belong to you. you were gonna feel your pulse weaken and fall over the coffee table. you were gonna get high on dust cleaner with some sorority girl you didn’t know the name of. you were gonna have a busted lip. you were gonna have a disgustingly bright blue synthetic wig. you were gonna love wedged sandals. you were gonna be the cool older sister. you were gonna be uncool and cruel. you were gonna love braided leather belts. you were gonna be gifted an out of season handbag by your aunt and cherish it. you were gonna cheat in your math class. you were gonna kick over the bathroom trash can in frustration. you were gonna dream of running away to los angeles or new york. you were gonna own hoop earrings from the korean owned beauty store down the block. you were gonna have an infected belly piercing. you were gonna worry your parents about who you were you were becoming. you were gonna fake it all. you were gonna bite your nails. you were gonna scream at your younger siblings for touching your computer. you were gonna flirt with the comic store cashier for a dare. you were gonna feel like you were destined to die in this town alone while sharing a cigarette with a blossoming incel in front of the newly built gamestop.

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rest in peace, imogen crosfield.

you were gonna love pleaser stilettos filled with unusual objects. you were gonna love the pack of differently colored plastic goldfish at the dollar store. you were gonna love claire's ear piercings and jewelry. you were gonna love cheap mood rings from the corner store on your late night walks for an ice cream sandwich. you were never gonna be serious, always sweet. you were supposed to continuously love the people and things that didn't love you back. you were gonna break your arm and ask everyone to sign it with your dried colored sharpies. you were gonna watch bad shows on your crt tv just because you could. you were gonna see movies at the theater all by yourself every week, only you and your mountain dew slushy. you were gonna love denim mini skirts. you were gonna love your fishing magnet you used to shoplift. you were gonna crush on that arrogant, anxious geek who wanted nothing to do with you. you were gonna love your tiny, cramped apartment and never complain because it was yours. you were gonna love your lavender bicycle with a broken basket. you were gonna love sitting in the filled up bathtub with the shower running because it reminded you of swimming in lakes when it rained, a privilege you lost due to police still combing for noah trang's body.

you were gonna love uploading pictures onto flickr during the nights you sat at your computer well past three. you were gonna sit uncomfortably across from your sister's headstone, unsure of what to say. you were gonna scream the lyrics to the avril lavinge album you stole from target. you were gonna love the cd player your sister got you, decorated with stickers that had faded. you were gonna love brightly colored tights and striped socks. you were gonna love bad layering and even worse accessorizing. you were gonna love doing fake posh accents. you were gonna love being pretty but knowing your identity was a turnoff. you were gonna go out and buy colorful trinkets to cure sadness. you were gonna have no friends and sit alone at the quad lunch tables covered in thermoplastic. you were gonna love quirky hairstyles. you were gonna love losing your ipod and finding it under the bathroom cabinet. you were gonna love people from afar and excessively up close. you were gonna have a baby tooth that never fell out compliment your smile. you were gonna pity the wannabes and sorority pledges. you were gonna wear ironic tees from walmart meant for twelve-year-old boys and cruel older brothers. you were gonna be the daughter who never grew up because she never got over it. you were gonna love the wall lamps shaped like flowers from ikea. you were gonna pretend you didn't care about being cool. you were gonna pretend that people’s opinions of you didn't matter. you were gonna get caught by mall security when you were thirteen and ask your mom if she was mad at you on the drive home. you were gonna blow out the swirled candles on your vanilla birthday cake with purple buttercream frosting, all twenty candles. you were gonna have pastel clip-ins.

you were gonna go to bars you didn’t belong in. you were gonna joke about chemistry and vampires. you were gonna joke about communications and werewolves. you were gonna practice posing in your cracked mirror. you were gonna practice asking out that stuck up geek who probably hated your guts and found you annoying. you were gonna wave at him through the soapy window when he cleaned the display. you were gonna find him oddly comedic and insecure and love his unkempt hair and bitter attitude. you were gonna constantly ask for his help with your college assignments when the store he worked at was chronically empty, reminding him he’s ten times smarter than you. you weren't gonna let your obvious crush turn you away from talking to him. you were gonna love having your eyes glued to ebay and imvu. you were gonna talk to anyone willing to listen. you were gonna have too many friends on myspace but only your dead sister as a friend on facebook. you were gonna form a connection to the online world that made your real life far too depressing. you were gonna love thrift store finds. you were gonna cry in empty parks. you were gonna throw things at the wall in anger and freeze when you realized what you had done. you were gonna sniffle as you walked along the train tracks. you were gonna drag sticks against fences. you were gonna try to dress like chloe. you were gonna be blamed for your sister’s death by popular kids and take that guilt home with you. you were gonna eat breakfast at the diner and get garlic broccoli and white rice for takeout. you were gonna feel like an entire town hated you just because it could.

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s/they. isfj-t. lawful good. melancholic. est.

hi! my name is jade, former quotev user and i have zero idea what i am doing. i stalked the tumblr community for resources and inspiration when i formerly roleplayed on quotev but never truly got acquainted with the indie roleplay community. main blog is goldfishstick where i post absolute insufferable nonsense.

to be honest, this is mostly just where i’ll post about oc ideas tied to my fictional town. weeping angels takes place in a limbo of the late 2000s to mid 2012 and is heavily inspired by various media. if you would like to interact with any of my characters or ask for a roleplay, don’t hesitate to do so, especially with my characters. i really don’t mind detaching them from weeping angels and throwing them in the middle of manhattan or something!

rules. characters. weeping angels.

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finally doing something with this.

devon novak, older brother to tracy by ten months. inappropriate and absent-minded. twenty-two friends on facebook. socially leeches off thomas kline, some frat bro who keeps him around for the sake of misguided friendship and math homework. monster hospital by metric. worn t-shirts and walmart hangouts. bitten nails and boring red writing pens. sloppy handwriting. busted car speakers. doesn’t have his license and is illegally driving. fifty cent beer. identifying moles and long hair. computer geek. opposite of his sister. emotionally attached to ben ly, his best friend since second grade.

so weird that i get huge inspiration from j.g. quintel and wanna use him for my next character….

geeky, artistic, wannabe cool kid who wears crumpled hoodies and uses tangled wired headphones. his school id is taped together because he stepped on it minutes after he told his mom he doesn’t have a reason to clean his room yet. still a chronically annoying teenage boy despite being 21 years old. he’s the best kind of socially awkward to his “bros” or whatever but girls in his class find him far from charming