#gentlisms

[alienction]

@gentlisms

“Sit down, Nora. You’re pacing and it’s exhausting.” Inhaling deeply, Landon offered her the joint as he exhaled a few rings into the air. He was currently sprawled out on the armchair in someone’s basement. It was possibly Evan’s, but since the only two people down there was himself and Nora, he didn’t really know. Landon also didn’t care. “Penny for your thoughts? Or, more preferably, you passing me that bag of chips?”

[cursetheheavens]

✉️ text >>> baby

Matthew: so I'm not saying I'm a pussy or anything

Matthew: but I swear I heard someone just knock on my window

Matthew: AND I AM FREAKING OUT

[pvssyriot-blog]

📨:  babydoll.

NICOLE: what time is it? 7?

NICOLE: i could've sworn you were supposed to be here at 6.

NICOLE: huh.

[humblekiind-blog]

text to - > tbd.

braxton: hey there

braxton: you up?

[boringbones-blog]

   @gentlisms

          Chance is still really bad with death, but he still hasn’t cried as he sits on the back of a parked ambulance at the scene of Lilah and Max’s death. The tall boy holds Jill tightly, honestly afraid to let go of her at this point. He hasn’t been this shaken up since the incident, honestly, and he can feel the tremors rioting through his body as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Baby girl,” he smoothes his hand over her hair, “will you tell me happy things?”

          Lolita got the call from Elliot and she can honestly say she’d never felt more dreadful, not even when her father killed Hana. She sped through every red light, past every stop sign on her way to Ray’s house. She was screaming his name before she was even all the way out of the car, running full speed towards the house. About four cops tried to stop her but she was screaming at the top of her voice at them as she shoved past them. She couldn’t stop the shriek that escaped her mouth but she continued to run room to room screaming for Ray, and the second she saw his head of brown hair she dropped to her knees right by his side, putting her hands on either side of his face. “Baby? Baby, oh my god, are you okay? Please be okay,” she whispered through struggled cries her hands roaming his body making sure there was no blood.

       When Lolita went screaming past Elliot, the girl had to hide her face in Thomas’s chest. “This is so messed up,” she cries into his shirt, her arms sneaking under his jacket to wrap around his waist, her tiny body desperate for warmth. “Can I stay with you tonight? I don’t wanna be alone. I don’t want you alone. I don’t know. I’m scared.” 

       Salem had been biting at his nails for about an hour, texting Foster over and over again, but there was no answer yet as he walked reluctantly over to Elliot and Thomas. “Ell?” he tugs the girl away from her boyfriend before whispering, “I can’t get a hold of Foster.”

[lifebcat]

( ×. sms ─ babe.

MELODY: the bouncer at this strip club is my new best friend

MELODY: he is also very persuasive

MELODY: he got me to strip onstage for a t shirt. it’s a nice shirt.

MELODY: hi

[cocaiinedays-blog]

@gentlisms

“So I met this girl, right?” Ryan sat back on the couch, already grinning like mad before he’d even started his story. “And, y’know, normally the people you meet at bars are totally not worth it, but this girl, it was like,” he waved his hands around wildly, laughing. “It was like she didn’t even want to sleep with me. Which, sounds way worse when I say it out loud, but, y’know? She wanted to talk. And she was this cute little blonde, so adorable. Don’t remember her name, though. She put her name in my phone as a bunch of kissy face emojis. How cute is that?”

[diviines-blog]

the neat chat is workin rn for me lets plot the group verse!!

[boringbones-blog]

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   “You left me there! I couldn’t find a ride home and everyone was drunk and─ so-someone──” Fleur claps her hand over her mouth as her eyes screw shut, unable to retell the horrible turn that the night took.

[boringbones-blog]

  @gentlisms

"I’m not just an idiot jock, you know, I’m just playing football to keep my scholarship. I’m a history major, for your information.”

[alienction]

groupchat :: fuckers

jamie: wait what tf is happening?

landon: probably nothing of importance

[escapcde-blog]

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     Elliot was able to manage her pain in doses, allowing herself to shed a tear at appropriate times- when she was lying in her own, filth ridden mattress, or hiding from her Madam in a public restroom, to escape the task of some of the more formidable clients- but it left her muddled, a chasm of lists and alarms and dirty money. Word got around in her business, whether it was an incursion of new business or a cataclysm of bad news. In her tight circle of fellow escorts, Thomas Brooks was a familiar pronoun. Her coworkers- friends, more appropriately- had clientele of similar rank and wealth, some of who were close friends or associates of him, so whenever big things happened to Thomas Brooks, it somehow always got back to Elliot. And, okay, lets get one thing straight─ Elliot Carmen is not devoid of feelings for Thomas Brooks, these days; she’s fairly sure she’ll never feel so strongly for anyone but him. But her failure to keep those feelings inconspicuous had led her Madam to give her an ultimatum─ we blacklist you from being a proper escort, or you remember your place in that boy’s life. She would never be more than a hotel room to Thomas, she knew that. She was a dirty hookup, an expensive pastime to help him forget the marriage he was stuck in. A door marked exit. Part of her knew that Thomas probably wanted to get to her first, let her down easy, or whatever, because a baby is big news, and is also a big red flag. Baby news means that this meeting will be the last of many.

     Elliot- chasm Elliot──arrived to their usual hotel by cab, dressed more modestly than usual. Her skirt was still considerably short, but if she crossed her legs, it wouldn’t give the world an update on her bare ass, and she actually bothered putting on underwear. She wore a bralette under a sheer white button up, that was a little over-sized, but was manufactured to fit her in all the right ways. Though, she still wore tall black heels, because the only footwear she owned besides those alike were gym sneakers and flip flops. This was all meant to make it easier, so she could get through security without coming across as a prostitute, so she could get to Thomas quicker, take her last payment, and leave. Leaving meant a lot more than exiting, at this point. It meant she was leaving an epoch of her life behind, forgetting someone. She looked at the marble floor intently as she walked through the lobby, thinking; next time I walk on you, I’ll be lighter. There will be a giant Thomas Brooks sized hole in my heart. 

     She noted how sallow her hands were, sheet white and frail, her three-day-old expensive manicure had already managed to mess up, making her visibly cringe when she raised her curled knuckles to wrap lightly on the door. She’d been dreading this meeting all week. It had loomed over her like the proverbial axe over her head, and it was here, and she could not feel any smaller than she did right now.

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