#e. toro

[hlfmoonshine]

open to all! muse: elena toro. twenty nine. she/her. bisexual. trust fund baby. plot: loosely based on sober II (melodrama). elena finds herself alone at the end of her parties, having kicked everyone out while upset. ym didn't get the memo and finds her cleaning up thinking everyone's gone home.

her head was spinning, part champagne, part marijuana and part the new sensation of anxiety that she'd been struggling with for the last two months. apparently, drowning her feelings in liquor and drugs wasn't actually helping, but perhaps making things worse. she wiped her eyes as she crouched down, still stubbornly in her heels as she scooped up the discarded packs of cigarettes, popped balloons and broken glass. the elite never knew how to clean a damn day in their lives, and it showed.

when the glow of the party was gone, the lights harsh and judgmental as she moved through her penthouse, elena realized just how manufactured and empty her life really was. she dropped two more glasses in the black trash bag she'd found in the kitchen pantry, a sound breaking her concentration as she spinned on her heel.

elena knew she looked a sight, mascara dripping down her cheeks, leaving cracked half dried streaks, her hair deflated and dress disheveled. "oh, you were supposed to go home."

[hlfmoonshine]

"and that's totally fine, but my blankets have joined the mix. and touch this one, jay. it's so heavy and so soft and it'll cover us both because it's massive." elena teased, holding up the fabric for a moment. "romantic comedy, oof." elena laughed, the mental rolodex spinning in her head. "you're so sweet." she leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek before resuming unpacking. "there's the classics, 10 things i hate about you, roman holiday, wedding singer, what's the vibe? the proposal is good, though the second hand embarrassment in some scenes it almost enough to kill me." she admitted, already trying to push the bachelorette party scene from her head. at the end of the day though, she didn't really care what they put on, she had very little interest in actually finishing whatever movie he picked. she wanted to make out in their place. their home. there had been so much turbulence, the plane threatening to crash over and over again and for the first time in forever, they were flying so smoothly. there was no more danger, not between the two of them at least. now they just had to fight whatever the world threw their way.

jay couldn't help but laugh, rolling his eyes playfully. he felt tempted by elena at all times, no matter what she did, how she looked. but when she pulled her sweatshirt off, he nearly had to hold himself back from drooling. he looked over his shoulder behind him to look at his old raggedy blanket, letting out a laugh again. "i've just had it a long time, i'm a simple man." he smirked, nudging her with his shoulder playfully, again. she knew that though. this was coming from a man who still owned a cd player — and used it. "i'm going to go with...romantic comedy?" with them moving in together, after all they'd been through. the fighting. the breaking up and making up. he certainly was feeling the romance now. he flashed a bright smile in her direction, hoping she'd have a movie in mind.

[infectiouspiss]

we're properly tagging posts today ough i love properly tagging posts look at ray

[andoutofharm]

RAY IN SYDNEY

[smeagles]

love, love, love won’t stop this bomb

[hlfmoonshine]

the question felt like a monster she couldn't fathom taking on. why did she care? she was born with more a silver spoon that samantha. she was still offered everything she could ask for. she would never, but she could get on the family jet in half an hour if she asked. why did she care about what samantha thought? why did she need to pester and tease? what was it about the other that frustrated her so much? how could she answer a single damn question when she was hiding from what she might find? "i don't know." elena admitted, a look of shame deep set in her features. "it's not fair to admit that i resent my—" life? family? wealth? every option seemed worse than the last. "i am supposed to be one way. everyone sees me that way, but sometimes i wish i could change that." she took an anxious step back, hands twisting together as she spoke. "i suppose i wanted to—i don't know. i don't know." elena wanted to run and cry. she viewed herself as a lioness, or maybe everyone expected her to be one. maybe she was too soft for it all. too privileged for her own good to realize the injustice of wanting a simple life, or at least a happier one.

samantha's brows raised up high. " oh really?? just like me ?? " she supposed she could track the path that lead the other to come to that conclusion, but she didn't think she and elena had much in common aside from taste in designer shoes maybe. similar enough outcomes from different sources, and she wondered if the other could note that difference or even cared that it existed. she had to say that she did not expect for elena to come move in front of her and it made sammy cross her arms over her chest. was that an apology?? " why do you care what i think?? " she couldn't help but ask, eyes narrowing. " i mean, girls like you are literally born with every reason in the world to not give a shit about what i have to say to you, " because she'd grown up with girls like elena. the lawson-powers family was more than well off, not in the same caliber as the toros, but enough to brush shoulders with the likes of them often. their unconventional shape often left them just slightly outside of those spheres, and growing up sammy was almost never not reminded of it by her peers. it made that difference stand out starkly in her worldview, though she didn't resent it at all, just noted it as fact.

[mikeyswayy]

How daaaa helllllll y'all come up with yalls killjoy names like yall is soooo good wit em too 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[undercovercannibal]

Hannibal (2013 - 2015) Pan's Labyrinth (2006)

[frnkiebby]

Hello I got these today and found all the frank pictures

oh look another magazine i need to get ☠️

pls the lethal fucking prorev one you’re trying to kill me i stg~🎃

[sincericida]

I, in addition to watching the Golden Globe's with the complete absence of Andrew Garfield in it, still come across this Netflix post:

Me:

Me too, at Andrew Garfield's door to convince him to comeback to "Frankenstein" movie:

Netflix, telling me:

Me:

Me too:

That's it.

*end of my outburst*

[gnawgag]

i’ll keep you safe tonight

s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w - mcr // terry richardson for vogue paris

[hlfmoonshine]

closed starter for @moonvvrites

"you don't get secrets for free, that not how this works." elena teased, falling onto the couch with a lilted laugh. strewn about like some rococo queen, adorned with gems and jewels paid for by her father, an air of careless yet self aware that seemed to echo the queen she took so much inspiration from. "what do i get in exchange for the gossip locked away up here?" she tapped her temple. a long sip of her drink and her attention focused once more on them and only them.

[nunyaluvya]

Theory

Am I the only one who thinks that summertime coming right after S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W was an apology? I mean I love it so much but I also cry when I listen to it so I think summertime's there to cheer us up a bit after that emotional rollercoaster. That's me.

[fernx3]

These pronouns are getting out of hand

[thefutureviolents]

Ladies and Gentlemen, Ray Fucking Toro

Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne

[semioticapocalypse]

Lucien Clergue. Toros Muertos. Spain c. 1960

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