#riverbank.starter

[clementine-russo]

of all the things that clementine thought she was, she never expected to describe herself as “lonely.” she had always been a popular girl, the type of girl that would have her fair share of hugs and waves to everyone she came into contact with. she was extroverted, like that. however, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness over the past month. all she had wanted was to see her fathers and her baby brother, though not in the way that most people would think. she had wanted to see her family but back home in Italy, she was missing her home country now more than ever. she didn’t know what had made her feel so nostalgic for her past. 

she was lost deep in thought when she accidentally bumped into somebody, her small frame causing her to fall down instantly. “oh god, I'm so so sorry.” she said embarrassingly. 

[ofatheva-archive]

the english professor wears a puzzled expression as he pulls vinyl after vinyl from the shelves of the town record shop. one that some guy, who was clearly toeing the line between late twenties into thirties with a beard groomed to messy perfection and owned an impressive beanie collection, had just recently opened in the town centre. “i thought the youth had just brought vinyl back into fashion. decided they liked the beatles again...” rafael muttered, to no one in particular. 

“but if that’s the case then why is there a collection of taylor swift albums. as far as i recall, she wasn’t warbling along in the eighties. so what’s going on?”

[0fthegh0sts-blog]

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rosalie leaned against a wall; head turn towards a couple. the girl was practically pinned to wall by the boy’s body as the two sloppily kissed --- made out, really -- and hands roamed over each others bodies. it was creepy, really, how attentive rosalie was to the display. but she was drunk; she had an excuse. 

the whole scene conjured a thought in her mind. she was curious to how many kisses --- mind, not nearly as enthusiastic as the one mere feet away --- would it take until her makeup was a bit smudged. it was getting late enough in the night that appearance didn’t really matter as much. she was willing to kiss as many people as it took. 

turning to the closest person to her (not necessarily to kiss, just to ask about how many they thought it would take) , she spoke with a smile, “hey, you wanna make a bet? play a game?” 

[ofarchivedemias-blog]

❛ — snapchat from mari.

mari: i really need a coffee mari: all nighter 😖

[sxfteynet-blog]

     gregory had always been meticulous with his appearance. being a police officer for years on the pittsburgh police force meant he was trained to look a certain way and he wanted to keep up that appearance. but now that he was finished with his lunch and he realized how much of a mistake it was to have pasta, greg realized the stain on his shirt and had to quickly figure out how to bring back that clean cut image he liked to uphold. and as he spoke to the nearest person, he was hoping they would be able to help him. “what’s a way to get rid of pasta stains when i have class in twenty minutes?”

[astrcphiiles]

   halloween. it was such a stupid holiday. sure she may have abused it in her early twenties, taking any excuse to dress up as a sexy something for a night --- but americans really put their festivities to shame. sure, it might’ve been fun last year --- but today she was dreading the fact she was going to have to face the halloween fair to get to her car.

    she might’ve swigged a wine spritzer to keep her company for the walk out but she needed it, the asprin not quite getting rid of her headache as she left her office. it only took two steps before hit with the noise of everything around her shoving on her sunglasses despite the fact it was an autumn evening. though as she dodged the overexcited students on her way out she couldn’t help but spot the candy apples --- giving in her better judgement and getting one ( they’d always been her favourite ), sitting down to eat it in a rather depressing fashion in the quietest place she could find. 

      “ can i help you ? ” her tone was more annoyed than she meant, squinting up at who had cast the shadow over her.

[kolharlow-blog]

the house had been decked out with a bunch of decorations. really, the care put into it was astounding to kol. all this work for a bunch of wasted people to under-appreciate it. well, at least he would be sober all night to appreciate it. he had wrapped his bandages around his mouth and he wasn’t going to mess up his costume by moving them. either way, his eyes were only barely obstructed so when he bumped into something fuzzy and he was able to determine that it was hanging from something. he yelped and all thoughts of it being a decoration slipped his mind. “heck no. not spiders.”

[bvstcr-blog]

Tired eyes bore witness of a sleepless night, fingers stained dark with graphite dust tussling through his hair as he scanned the faces blurring past, searching for someone who looked less busy than the rest. Eyes lighting up as his gaze landed on someone, a certain air to them that drew him in, sparking new energy and urging him to approach. “Excuse me?” He’d reach a hand in greeting, but a quick glance down had him changing his mind. “This may be an awkward question, but would you mind if I drew you? You face stands out among the crowd, and I’d like to capture that on paper.”

[itsnovahansen-blog]

a cocky frat boy could be spotted a mile away. popped collar, cargo shorts, boat shoes --- the way the boy was dressed was the movie stereotype of his kind. as he approached a pretty brunette, nova could only imagine what stupidity was about to pour out of his mouth. apparently it was stupid, because it looked like the girl was shutting him down. as the girl walked away, the boy visibly deflated before stalking off in the other direction. nova stopped her people watching to comment to a fellow bystander, “hubris is a bitch, yeah?” 

[hevrtbreak-blog]

— hands littered with specks of paint , rosalie’s eyes squinted towards the sun , paintbrush saturated in watercolors at the ready . without much hesitance she brought it down    (    after all , it wasn’t an ASSIGNMENT or anything , just for fun . besides , OVERTHINKING art was a problem that she tried to avoid as much as possible .    )    it’s a form of expression , not everything can be taught by technique & textbooks . the stroke of her paint brush lifted as her eyes did the same , sighing idly .     “    i wish . .    ”     for an extension of a paper ? all her studnet loans to go poof ?     “ i wish i could have super speed . you know , people always ask that question . the whole ‘ would what superhero power would you have if you got to pick ? ’ & i’ve always gone with flying but i think i’m seriously changing my mind .   ”

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[ofatheva-archive]

“s’just a sprain.” the chipper blonde announces as she flops with far less grace into a chair and props the swollen ankle up on the closest surface she can find. cora still found the crutches she’d been hobbling around on to be a novelty. here’s hoping it heals before the fun wears off. “ballet injury. saw a little puppy outside and completely lost focus.” she grins, a small giggle slipping past her lips.

[ofarchivedemias-blog]

     smile like regina george, posture like blair waldorf -- luci very much looked the part of the well-meaning all american college student. what with her red and gold cheer uniform and bright eyes ( bright like the girls from bring it on ). gripping her pom poms tightly, the small redhead fixated her gaze on the passerby, straightening up as she spoke.

           ‘ ready for the first game day ?! ’ 

[sxfteynet-blog]

     8 a.m. another morning, another round of classes. yes, gregory loved his job, and he had been through worse shifts given his time as a police officer. but greg knew that this was his duty as a professor to be on time and be there to give his students the best education he could possibly manage. but wow, was he exhausted. greg was so exhausted that he left his coffee on the kitchen counter that morning. so, the professor found himself at the village coffee shop, waiting in line for coffee that he wasn’t a huge fan of. “it’s always a great start to the morning when you forget your coffee, right?” he spoke to the person near him in line, laughing a bit at his forgetfulness.

[bvstcr-blog]

Usually never one to complain, however jokingly, there was an issue on Buster’s mind that he simply could not keep quiet about any longer. No more would he refrain from voicing his disdain only for the sake of politeness. "Did you know that colour theory is literally the most boring part of being an art major? Like just let me pick the colours that make me happy, it doesn’t have to be that deep!” Though the words were spoken in a humorous tone, he was undoubtedly going to feel bad about it later. Cut him some slack. “Is it really that bad to use purple and green together? What do you think?”

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