#kosmiskmysterium

[snakesimp]

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner. ( auggie and jay ) / @kosmiskmysterium

“fuckin’ asshole.” jay’s still thick in the post-fight adrenaline. usually he can dodge a punch, can pop in his hits and chill ‘til some teacher or coach interrupts, but it happened different this time. no authority around for once off the alley of the school, just his luck considering he just ate a helluva cheap shot. some other senior pissed about a bad pill. whatever. “i’m fine,” he insists, pushing auggie’s hands down, only barely realizing she’s right there, right in his space. he looks back up to where the kid had been pulled back by his homies, can imagine mr. raditch or a cop coming around the corner any second. “you know how to drive?” he asks, pulling his keys from his back pocket and pressing them into her palm. “just down the street.” a demanding addition, comes with an authoritative point of his index finger, right at the tip of her nose. jay moves to go around the side of his car, passenger seat. “hurry up. before the law comes, augustine.”

[sluttyskullowner]

starter! for the lovely: @kosmiskmysterium

“ why did you help me? ”, those words peaked stanley's ears as he looked up from trying to bandage up abbie's bleeding knee, a frown disappeared from this blonde curly haired male's features and was replaced with a smile, one he couldn't hide even if he tried to. " well, we're all victims out stupid henry bowers' tormenting, we gotta look out for each other, yeah? " he offered with a small chuckle. he gently cleaned the wound and placed a band-aid on the cut, before this even occurred the losers club had been looking around the sewers, like totally normal high schoolers do during the early summers before seeing as a girl tumbled down from some bushes onto the grassy ground near the entrance to the smelly grey-water sewers, sort of like a ben 2.0 kind of situation. the group helped abbie to the town of derry, hiding out in an alleyway as they helped abbie, introducing themselves along the way. they all were sort of familiar with the timid-like abbie in some sort of small way, Bev had a few classes with her (biology, algebra) and sat a few feet away from her, bill and eddie's lockers were close to her's, ben had asked her for a pencil once and stanley had seen her in the hallway a few times and at lunch. " not to help, i already know two girls who have been tormented by those jerks plenty, there's no way in hell i'm letting there be three.. wanna hang with us for a while? " he offered, rubbing the back of his neck with a bashful grin while eddie, bill and richie glared at him like; 'really? not even gonna warn us?' how could he not, right? pretty girl? needs help? could be a possible friend or more? hell yeah.

(starting off a little small, don't worry <3)

[anelitistsnob]

@kosmiskmysterium​ asked: "do you want me to go?" ( from ellie )

his sigh & heavy & holds all the weight pent up over his shoulders. it's an unfair question in his mind, one with multiple answers that he can't decide between with any confidence.     he didn't, & he did, & he wasn't sure.     xavier didn't cherish being alone any more than he enjoyed spending time with people, but that didn't mean his social battery was infinite. in times of struggle, he too needed some space to think. not only to gain some perspective, but to make certain that nobody would be caught in the crossfires of his process. his emotions took undefined amounts of time & so much mental energy to process, & his main outlet, art, took focus to complete. there were just so many things he needed to get done, & her presence here wasn't making that easy. however to make her leave now felt cruel. he'd just learned more about what life was like for her outside of their little bubble, & it brought him great sorrow to imagine her making the trip back to that place. all because he wanted some me time. it just didn't feel fair. so maybe it was the latter after all, he just wasn’t sure. the decision he had to make was completely unclear. locked in a situation where he wants to do the right thing, but can sense trouble going down that path left him too stunned to speak.

so he shrugs. pathetically he does the least helpful thing & shrugs at her question. xavier knows it's not a good answer, & she deserves something more definitive, but he just couldn't stomach making a choice that would make things worse for her. not without greater pressure. " maybe ? " & he knew that wasn't much better. you could see it in his eyes, & the way his stance shifts uncomfortably under her gaze. he doesn't want to do this right now, & doesn't know how to make it any easier. all he could do was hope for the best, & insist on her making the decision for herself. with only vague suggestions & a lack of real communication.

" maybe enid is, doing something ? you could go see if she wants to hang out with you ? " it sounded far more like rejection than he wanted, but his eyes can barely stay focused on her & the options were seemingly bleak. " or you can stay. "

[pantherbound]

the summer heat was hot, even for toronto’s standards. explains why the camping group has decided to head towards the campsites lake, hoping to cool off until the sun settled a little more breezy. stella had only attended this camping trip with finley and his friends because bernie had mentioned that his group of friends would also be at the campsite, having their own getaway. sure, spending time with finley was a bonus, they’ve been camping together dozens of times, and it was always a blast. but spending time with bernie was also a priority this week, which had recently been a common thing. explains why she told finley she’d be back later in the day. dressed in baby blue bikini with a pair of denim shorts to keep herself seemingly more modest until they hit the water, estella clings to bernie’s side like she normally does, flip flops dragging through the dirt, chin tilted over her shoulder to briefly glance at the others setting up a little place for them to relax. she figures they’ll all end up grouped together, splashing in the water a little later, playing games and joking around like they usually do. but right now? stella and bernie are creating a short amount of distance away from them, seeking solace in being alone together for a small part of the day.

facing her attention back forward, stella notices a small field of ferns and flowers outlining the lake, has her grin automatically widening. “oh, pretty!” always an admirer of floret, a trait passed down for her grandmother, estella is instantly leaning over to brush her fingers against the petals. tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, lips pursing into a pout while brows push together in thought. “aw, some of them are wilting. probably because of the heat. too much sun, poor babies are probably dehydrated. which, is such a bummer considering they’re right next to a body of water. if only they had cute little legs to just.. scoot and take a sip.” light sigh escapes her, and by the time stella is turning her head to speak to bernie, ( @kosmiskmysterium ) a bouquet of half dead, half thriving flowers are pushed in her direction.  

“oh-” taken back, legs straighten out, pivoting to face him as soft hands reach to take it from him. examining the bouquet, estella finds her smile returning, this time a little more bright, heartfelt. “well aren’t you just the most sweetest gentleman?” her jest is soft, flickering her gaze up at him. a beat of thought before stella plucks one of the more lively flowers from the bunch, standing on her toes to reach up to tuck it behind bernie’s ear. falling flat on her feet, she gives him an approving nod. “there we go. now you’re the most sweetest and handsomest.”

[tinkrbell]

for @kosmiskmysterium​ ♡

“you’d look cuter holding my hand, but whatever.”

[evrmors]

"i've got your back, okay?" isaac tells indigo. ( @kosmiskmysterium ) 

“ yeah, okay, prince charming. “    full fledge of sarcasm and distance,    fingertips    (  stained, chewed to the brim.  )    running through dark hair    (  messy, unwashed  ).    canines burrow into her bottom lip,    wetting the thin skin there,    any distraction to stop her eyes from rolling.    not necessarily rude,    more so dissociated and vaguely amused by the ideology of someone saving her.    indigo is all but ready to dig her dirty sneakers against the pavement and move along,    but sight catches gaze of familiar figures that leave the thin layer of hair sticking up at the nape of her neck.    foster brothers    —    the ones whose pot had become victim of the anarchic girls greedy fingers in the middle of the night before nesting in abandoned building,    unnoticed    (  unmissed.  )    by foster parents.    tongue,    suddenly dry,    sticks to canvassed roof of her mouth as feet drag back,    sheltering herself in front of isaac’s larger frame,    uses him as a safety barrier.    “  fine, you wanna have my back,    charming  ?   ”    eyes flicker up,    digits lifting to tug at the hem of the hoodie he covers himself in.   “  give me your hoodie.  “

[evrmors]

why did he say that ? if only there was an answer for that very same question that invades his brain every day. a good assumption ? it’s his way to alleviate the fiddly mood with a dash of jest. embarrassment is a rosy shade of red, one that spreads up his neck and coddles his cheeks like his favorite warm blanket. left, right, left, right, he rocks with each side of his nikes, pauses to evaluate the situation ---- dark brows descending into a solicitous expression. “ right, yeah. that might uh, be just beneath flesh eating bacteria on the list of things to go wrong. “ nails scratch at the skin of his neck, sheepish smile flourishing at the edges of his mouth. randall’s eyes lift towards her escape route, finds himself unable to protest, and instead jerks his head into a nod, a heavy step forward before knees bend. “ as long as you promise to unlock the door when you’re over. “ fingers interlock, back of knuckles pressing against his knee, an offering of open palm.

“ things could always be worse. at least you don’t have flesh-eating bacteria, right? ” randall ( @evrmors​ ) said to ruby.

lips pull back, flush against sharky teeth. brows arch in minor amusement as the blonde rocked on her heels, swampy gaze darting between the boy standing beside her, to the locked door – locked from the outside. her arms folded over her chest as the tips of her boots scuffed against the linoleum. “yeah - could be way worse,” her tone is forced to be light - she knew of randall, didn’t know him personally. seemed like she would after this breakfast club type encounter. he was a sweet guy, never one to have much bark, nevertheless any bite. 

he was harmless. who was she to snap at someone as aggressive as a bunny? “only issue,” ruby started, taking grand strides toward the door, chipped nails tapping against the heavy oak. “i have a shift that starts in thirty minutes, and if i’m late, i’ll be royally screwed,” her stare lifted to the window above the door, and she settled on that as their way of escape. “wanna give me a boost?”

[anuptowngirl]

My love for Chrissy & Chevy knows no bounds @kosmiskmysterium

[empathos]

answer these and tag 9 people you’d like to know better / catch up with.

last song.    cover letter - sig figs collective 

currently reading.   nothing really, but i want to continue gods behaving badly

currently watching.   rewatching criminal minds & the imposters, & watching the seven for the first time.

last movie.   the guillermo del toro pinocchio (& it was AMAZING)

currently craving.   a giant salad with all of my favourite toppings

tagged by: @venustrape

tagging:  @wednesdcy @pantherbound @kosmiskmysterium @deviaticn @snakesimp & anyone else who wants to do it

[snakesimp]

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞ ( jay + auggie ) / @kosmiskmysterium​

picking through the ravine is nothing new to jay hogart, could probably find the way with his eyes closed and, in the blue blackness of the night, they might as well be. there’s supposed to be a sick party though, further past the picnic benches his crew usually loiters around. it’s gonna be more selective, not the usually groupies, and he’d taken the opportunity of alexlessness and spent it to bring auggie along. “i know what i’m doing,” he assures absently. jay stops along the vague path, throws a smirk back at her. “you scared or somethin’?” there’s not a lot of threat associated with the degrassi neighborhood, even in the darkest, more remote corners of their local ravine, he imagines the worst they could stumble on is a pissed off squirrel. “don’t worry. i’m the worst thing in these woods.” all smug confidence, hammed up for sure, eventually he rolls his eyes and offers his hand. “listen. you can hear the music. we’re almost there.”

[snakesimp]

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails. ( alex + abbie ) / @kosmiskmysterium​

gum pops in alex’s mouth as she watches with dull interest the blonde swipe blue polish on her fingernails. it’d taken some convincing, but it’s not as if there was anything better to do in study hall. at least abbie had conceded to do the dark blue instead of the girly pink. “staying in the lines and everything, i’m impressed,” alex deadpans, brow arched. she inspects the hand that’s already done, blows on the drying paint. “didn’t think you’d know how, probably have somebody come and do yours for you.”

[snakesimp]

[  tap  ] sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder ( jay + auggie ) / @kosmiskmysterium

he’s in the middle of shaking a vending machine, not trying to scam it for some snacks as much as he is just trying to get a sense of how much change is in the thing. might be a good next target, he’s thinking ‘til train of thought is broken by a little tap at his back. “-- huh?” jay scowls down at her, lip curling. he registers the clipboard in her hand and scoffs dramatically. “gee, i can’t think of anything this shithole school needs more than new mini skirts for the cheer bimbos.” plucks the petition from her hands and pretends to inspect it, head shaking at the losers names she’s already gotten. “y’know, maybe i need a little preview of what exactly i’m supporting here.” he nods to auggie, wicked smirk growing. “g’head, do a little cheer.”

[snakesimp]

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night . ( sean + sadie, maybe? ) / @kosmiskmysterium​

“-- all you,” sean quickly fills the silence, gesturing passively to the bed. “i’ll just... take the chair.” at least this room has an armchair. the connecting motel room that chevy and jay took up was furnished by essentially some pieces of wood with thin, barely there upholstery. the one in sadie’s room seems like it actually has stuffing inside, though it still doesn’t strike him as particularly comfy. “really, no big deal.”

[pantherbound]

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure. / mj & sunny @kosmiskmysterium

she can hear the booming music outside the bathroom door, even with the sink running as sunny scrubs at her hands. had only just arrived, but already did she seperate from auggie for what was supposed to only be a split second, to use the restroom and triple check that she looked good. letting out a dreamy sigh, the blonde shuts off the sink and uses the hand towel to dry her hands, but not after inspecting it a little closer to make sure it was actually clean, before taking a step back to glance in the mirror. fingers trail through her beach waves, adjusting the blue and white hair clips pinning her bangs back, sunny forces herself to smile. she looks good, however, there’s a twist in her stomach writing out the word emerson. though the two ended on good terms, agreeing to stay friends because their history was too sweet to forget — sunny still feels a little off put. but, that’s the reason she’s at this party, to clear her mind and have fun.

she does a little turn to check out her backside, adjusting her skirt length just half an inch, before facing forward and using her hands to scoop her breasts to sit more nicely in her top. “perfect.” says to herself, a real smile taking over now. feeling finally ready, sunny heads to the door, clicks the lock button and pulls the door open. she doesn’t pay any mind as she steps out and around the small line forming against the wall, already scanning the crowd for her friend, about to take a step until a hand around her wrist stops her. lips purse as head whips behind her shoulder — and then up, relieved to see it wasn’t a stranger grabbing a hold of you. “mj,” she greets, whites showing as she smiles wider. “you scared me there, hi. what’s up?”

[pantherbound]

❛  i  think  this  is  yours .  ❜ auggie & zac / @kosmiskmysterium

there’s an ocean of bodies filling the large living room of the house belonging to… somebody who zac can’t remember, not that he’s sure he’d even know the guy — or girl. all he knew is that there was gonna be some crazy party that everyone was going to, and wherever there’s a good time, there zac is straggling along with ruby and her brothers. has been keeping an eye out, knows that sunny was supposed to be coming with augustine later, which was a bit worrying, because this wasn’t like any other degrassi mixed with lakehurst party. zac’s only been here an hour and he’s only see a handful of familiar faces, the rest belonging to university students and people he’s vaguely seen hanging around the ravine. but it’s out of his hands, now, with sunny’s if you don’t let me go and have a fun time, i’ll telling grandma you’re going to a party. threat.

so, for now, he’ll slide through the crowd, his eyes ever so often gazing at the close bodies of pretty girls, where he’ll shoot a charming smirk, making a mental note to find his way back later if he’s lonely. in the distance, he could see ruby, and it isn’t surprising to see sid leaned against the wall beside her, which has zac letting out an under the breath chuckle. maybe instead he’d go over and save her if he’s feeling nice. making his way towards the only semi - open area in the kitchen, zac scratches at his head as he looks over the various amount of snacks and drinks scattered across the table. i think this is yours, the familiar voice beside him says, causes him to switch his gaze over. “auggie,” he muses. “i didn’t know you guys were here yet.” but, that’s beside the point when he notices the bottle in her hand. small prescription bottle, one that’s old, given to him when he was actually prescribed with his painkillers, but fresh with oxy he scored the other day.

“oh, shit.” fingers reach for it as his brows furrow together, free hand tapping against his jacket pocket, tries to remember how the hell he managed to lose it. then he realizes, the last time he popped a few was in the bathroom. must’ve dropped it there. “yeah, thanks. fuck, glad it was you to find it.” god knows the thing would be empty if anyone else did. promptly, the male drops it back into his pocket, dropping his hands to his side. in this moment, now, he focuses on the girl, taking in her outfit. “you look…” he’s truthfully a little taken back, not really used to seeing her wear something like that. so, his head tilts, eyes dropping towards her feet and the pattern of socks she’s wearing, and it causes him to let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head. “nice socks.” turns to face to table again, plucking up a red cup. “where’s sunny?”

[snakesimp]

" i'm throwing a little party tonight. you coming? " abbie to alex ! / @kosmiskmysterium​

“-- no,” alex swiftly rejects, her face the picture of stunned, if not amused, disdain. brows raised, eyes widened, mouth pursed into a smirk. “actually, the word no doesn’t really cover how much i’m not coming to your party.” the bell had just rung and alex is lifting herself up out of the chair, slinging her crossbody bag over her head. eventually her eyes roll, head hanging back a bit. “as much as i love these... bizarre little heart to hearts of ours -- jesus, ab, it’s not like we’re gonna hang out. and i’m for damn sure not hanging out with your cult of so-called friends.”