#But you don't have to match the length!

[astral-athame]

@diiisplxced

The idea had been Cassia's. They were all in dire need of a little time away from Ipswich- after everything that had happened to them and Caleb's and Pogue's recent break ups, it seemed like a good idea to just... go. Where? She wasn't exactly sure. Just somewhere else. Anywhere else. Admittedly, though, she hadn't expected them to agree to it. And when they had, she immediately started preparing. There had been packing to do, after all, and she also wanted to plan out stops for places to eat and sleep, to get gas and snacks. They could figure out sight seeing as they went. Maybe they could stop at a beach somewhere- she knew how much the guys liked swimming and she wouldn't mind settling in on the warm sand of the shore with a nice book.

She finished helping Pogue load things into the trunk, being sure that she kept the snacks and the small cooler of drinks in the back seat for later. Everything seemed to be in order, too, as she double checked the contents of her small backpack for things she needed to keep on hand (extra sunglasses, chapstick, phone, keys, wallet, notebook and pen for when ideas struck for a song, etc).

Finally, with everything in place, all that was left was to get in the car and go. Well, assuming the boys were ready, too. "So-" She tilted her sunglasses down to get a better look at her companions, a smile on her dark red lips. "-who's driving first?" She asked. She didn't much care for driving and hoped that she wouldn't get stuck doing it in any cities, but she'd happily do her share of it as long as it was in smaller towns and back roads.

[wordinglives]

based on the script’s FOR THE FIRST TIME

WITH DREAMS OF LIVING THE HAPPIEST LIFE, she knows that it isn’t impossible. it doesn’t have to be perfect, with no storms and tears, she knows that you always have to sand the edges before it becomes smooth. the fact that she was only a middle-class college student who has to juggle assignments and bartending, or if she has occasional bill notices, it only mattered to her that when it gets a little too much for her, she gets to slip into a comfortable bed and an even more comfortable body to curl herself into as comfort. it doesn’t matter that her security blanket isn’t made of silk and has a luxurious brand on its tag, she always had preferred the warmth of the person she comes home to anyways. no number of eviction notices on their door could take away the delight that came with living life. the storms were never strong enough to tear her shelter apart. with friends that are always there to lend a hand or two, a partner whom she is unashamedly in love with to prance around in the kitchen on their off days and parents who are supportive, she’s content.

life isn’t a walk in the park, and stella has come to terms with that fact. it’s a roller coaster ride, and it seems like she’s at the plunge of the ride. upon catching sight of the bright red words splattered all over the yellow paper stuck onto her door, she rolls her eyes, fingers clutching tighter around the letters that contained warnings of unsettled bills before ripping the second eviction notice off the door and walking into the small apartment. “i’m home, and so are more bills.” he words leaves her lips in a sigh, slight worry evident in her tone before she tosses the letters to the side and plopping onto the couch in distress.

[alleiore-blog]

&: waywardmister wants a starter !!

                                                            ❝ Are you afraid of me ?

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 ◈ ⋯⋯ Yes. I am. If he knew me well enough, he didn’t have to ask why. Yes, I am afraid of any man who has the ability to put their hand on me. At first, I thought my father was one the only one who could hurt me and my family but the world was never that narrow. A human body is a weapon and any being could hurt another. Though my bruises have healed, my brain will always function in fear of another kick or punch.       ⋯ He just stared at me, and I questioned whether it was a bewildered question or an annoyed one. It’s visible that the comprehension level of my surroundings lowered when I coward in fear. Moments ago, the man raised his hand at me, his face brick stiff, and I reflexively crouched. I placed both arms around my head and hid between my limbs on the cement. My expectation was an impact of some sort or even a laughter to slip out.    ⋯ Then slowly, my brain started to find the fault in my wrong-doing as if that would explain why I’m going to get hurt. My fans, a few streets behind me, drove me to run away after their constant stalking and when I looked back, I drove my body at full force to someone else. And the worst part, my ice cream fell on the ground! --Oh and also on his shoe. When my eyes traveled up, I saw a flash of blood rising to his face and I recognized it. It was from anger, or from drinking, but both are lethal separately and accompanying. To top it all off, when movement was visible in his arm, I knew from years of abuse what was going to happen. Yes, I’m afraid of you, I answered to myself and then I started muttering like a feeble victim.

  ❛ Pl-please, don’t hit me. I was wrong.   I was wrong. I was wrong.   Please don’t hurt me.... please...