#socialalchemy

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @socialalchemy​

it’s not as if leona hasn’t mentally prepared for this concept — someone breaking into her apartment felt inevitable when you lived in a half decent loft in brooklyn and not a penthouse in fucking manhattan with a doorman. she’s expecting more shattered glass or a masked, hooded figure toting a gun, but instead there’s just the smooth slide of her window which she’s now second guessing having locked. then, a body climbing in from the fire escape. she’s sitting in the dark, which feels advantageous considering what she’s witnessing. frozen on the spot, she places her finished glass of whisky on the velvet couch carefully and leaning forward for her phone. despite her attempts to turn the brightness down before she goes noticed, she draws their attention when her phone seems to become her own personal ball of sunlight. “fuck.” she grumbles, rushing to flick on the lamp, hoping to catch a glance of them or scare them off, but instead she’s making eye contact with james standing in the space between her living room and the breakfast bar. “wait... jesus.” leona slumped back against the couch, a bewildered laugh leaving her. “what the hell are you doing breaking into my apartment? maybe i was right to not show up that day, you fucking psycho.” she’s kidding, clear by her tone, though she still feels a little startled by the whole thing. 

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[ncghtshifts]

Stupid. Giggly. Far too bubbly. It was the only way Rosa could be described as - day two of Lana meeting up with Teddy (after she’d finally texted them saying she took a train off to some random cottage town) and she still found herself embarrassingly giddy. It wasn’t as daunting, coming face to face with these feelings for Fryda, as it’d been in the past with others. That didn’t mean Rosa still didn’t find herself skittish, shy despite the night before, where she’d been laid bare and allowed Fryda to touch and kiss her however she wanted to. Waking this morning, curled against Fryda, wanting to stay there but still nervous about the implication. Instead, Rosa had begun to cook them breakfast, eggs sizzling against the pan on the stovetop when she heard the tell tale creak of Fryda entering the kitchen of the rented out Welsh cottage, “Hi,” Rosa barely whispered, looking over her shoulder to talk to her companion, but felt more as if she was speaking into her own skin with how unsure she felt, “I was, um. Going to surprise you with breakfast. And also - last night, wanted to talk about last night. I just -,” Turning so that she leaned against the counter beside the stove, Rosa cleared her throat, gesturing Fryda closer. Wanting that gentle touch, but unsure if she would be allowed it, “It was nice. Was it nice for you, too? I want us to be honest about it. So I don’t, like, embarrass myself.” @socialalchemy​

[reversecreek]

Snapping off a piece of beef jerky between her teeth with the fervour of a rabid dog, Juno ignored the panic stricken gawk from the child she was painting the face of -- about nine, she’d asked Juno what she was eating earlier and Juno had casually answered “human meat”. Every so often she even let out a tiny snarl under her breath, apologised and excused it as “the cravings”. Wasn’t really sure why she was doing it. Maybe it was the shiny ribbons in her hair, the pristine gleam of the pumps on her crossed feet -- maybe it was how potent the strawberry shampoo on her scalp was in Juno’s nostrils, a fruity world away from dollops of washing up liquid over a soapy bucket of cold water. Unfair, perhaps, but that was life. By the time it came to unveiling her creation, a dingy mirror held up to flash the girl her reflection, she practically split the sky with the decibel of her scream. “Jeez’,” Juno muttered, merely rolling her shoulders back as the child went sprinting, stretching out a tatty yellow t-shirt bearing a three headed Rottweiler, easily two sizes too small -- young boy’s pyjama section, in fact. Apparently she hadn’t appreciated the gaunt, skin rotted skeleton Juno had painted. Her fault for requesting another butterfly, anyway. Nursing her paintbrush in a mug of dingy water then wiping it down, Juno peered up to find her portion of the fairground void of a queue, clearly doing a poor job of attracting business with her shenanigans -- but instead of another child, there he was, a bat that’d dropped off a branch and conjured his human form, somehow still reminding her vaguely of a golden retriever despite all of that black. Pressing her lips into a line, apples of her cheeks swollen ever so slightly, she paused a moment before reaching out, clacking at the empty stool before her with the wooden handle of her paintbrush. “Si’down.” Shifting forwards a little, shamelessly manspreading in her baggy denim shorts -- so big she’d knotted them to her waist with a dirty shoelace, legs swallowed all the way to her knobbly kneecaps -- Juno tapped at her chin in mock thought. “Lemme guess, you wanna get a pony?” @socialalchemy​

[mrstethompson]

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[felteverywhere]

this is the third plastic cup of punch that lyla has disrespectfully declined, eyes not even gracing the hulking football player who oafishly slouches in front of her with eye contact before she dismisses him. “not interested.” it’s to the point, at the very least and thankfully he doesn’t push his luck and manage to receive her signature unloading of insults. she’s in her usual bad mood, the one she wears like a favourite dress, only this time she’s pretending there’s no correlation between the fact that her sorority sister is giggling at rooney across the room as if he’s charming rather than nauseating. (it’s hard to see her actual reaction when all she can see is the back of her head). she recalled her words from the library, but she doesn’t actually expect to see him buddying up with stupid, unassuming, just spat out of the bible belt, fellow tri-delt becky. she’s not one of the sisters she’s close with and even then she detests the way her stomach sours at the interaction. it’s not jealousy. one stupid heat of the moment kiss doesn’t change the vile crap that comes out of his mouth, but she’s still brimming with irritation, standing up straighter where she leans against the wall. lyla doesn’t mean to slip, locking eyes with the object of her hostility from across the room, but instinct makes her look away for a brief second before she decides it’s better to not play it off. her tongue slides against her molars as she sucks in a breath through her nose, offering nothing with her glance before she makes the serendipitous decision to be interested in the drinks table. pushing off the wall, that’s where her feet carry her and maybe she’s half expecting him to meet her there, to make some excuse about getting his companion a drink. even so, she doesn’t turn and look when she feels the space between her becoming occupied as she pours herself a cup of punch, lifting it to her nose. “this smells like paint thinner.” she observes, almost casual, like she doesn’t feel like kneeing him in the groin (for some reason). 

for @socialalchemy

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[mrstethompson]

#MyVibe ⭐️ I love this from @samantha_lotus and wanted to share with you my vibes from another’s perspective 🙏🏻 ・・・ #Repost Boom!!! 💥💥💥 Being a holistic lifestyle alchemist is all about striving for balance in a world of chaos and and extremes 😱 What does balance mean for you? For me it means spending time nourishing my mind, body, soul and spirit 🤗 It means giving and receiving, learning and teaching, doing and being, loving and being loved ❤️ It means 80/20, exercise and rest, expansion and contraction and following the natural flows of life 🙏 What does balance mean for you? . . . . . #entrepreneurlifestyle #entrepreneurmindset #kindfulness #mindfulness #healthysoul #happiness #bekindtooneanother #healthymind #spirituallyfit #hustlequotes #big❤️ #stevensays #awarenessiskey #emotionalintelligence #selfawareness #hustle #presence #spiritualtruth #socialmediastrategy #socialmediamarketing #socialmediaaddict #vloggerlife #vlogger #videostar #socialalchemy #geniuslife #spiritualalchemy (at Norwich, Norfolk)

[reversecreek]

Recreating Taylor Swift’s ‘You Belong With Me’ video was one of Aspen’s favourite pastimes, whenever Joel and her happened to both be at their respective windows. Growing up, her go to was always an immature spin on the initial notepad Taylor had held up asking if that blonde bowl cut bitch was okay, but Aspen’s version simply asked “You gay?” -- she’d even done her best to imitate the text, paused the frame on YouTube and studied it closely, dedicated to her craft. In fact, it’d become such a beloved classic that she’d wound up sellotaping said page to the window pane permanently, and it was still there, all those years later, albeit sun faded and worn by time, as Aspen flounced into her bedroom, flanked by Joel, and immediately peeled a rhinestoned ROCK&ROLL Hello Kitty tank off and tossed it at her bed. Left in just an American flag bikini, she went rummaging for something comfy as she chomped at a piece of gum. Changing in front of Joel had always held the same gravity as changing in front of a pigeon, as far as she knew. Besides, Aspen wasn’t shy, didn’t think into these things. “I’m just saying, Nelly Furtado shits all over that weird little plague victim.” Gerard Way. When Joel had first shown her a photo, many years ago, she’d insisted he’d called up an archived picture of one of the fallen from a vicious, sweeping epidemic in the 1900s. Stood by it to this day. Popping a bubble, Aspen unzipped an oversized grey hoodie inevitably belonging to an ain’t shit ex. Shrugged inside it, started playing with the zip instead of fastening. In reality, Aspen didn’t give a fuck about this particular musical debate, but she loved inciting Joel’s wrath -- hence the constant whiz of her zip, up and down, another ploy to push his buttons and invoke auditory discomfort. “What’s not clicking? She’s a fuckin’ maneater.” @socialalchemy​

[ncghtshifts]

A house-warming party wasn’t something Geordi particularly wanted. It wasn’t even something he’d requested, he’d been living on his own for the better part of five years, just because he situated from one apartment to another didn’t always warrant some huge celebration. His opinion was biased considering he was one more person in his space away from a full blown breakdown. Teeth gritting at the sound of his doorbell, he prepared to tell them they had the wrong address (especially hard to do when they were arriving for ‘his’ party), but the breath Geordi hadn’t even realized he’d been holding blew out in relief at the sight of Olive on the other side of the door, “Oh, thank fuck. Did you bring it?” It being a joint, one that Geordi was far too inexperienced to roll, and not the only one at the party. However, sharing with anyone else involved talking to anyone else, and the idea was about to make Geordi implode, “I don’t know any of these people. Do you know any of these people?” He asked, gesticulating around them wildly. He’d done a few shots, just to calm the nerves, but alcohol had always turned Geordi from the straight-laced person in control he preferred to be to someone from Coyote Ugly. His own words. @socialalchemy​

[ncghtshifts]

The Summer humidity trapped in the attic of Linus’ residence made it impossible for Monty to splay themselves across his desk chair with anything else on beside their briefs. Back pressed against the left arm, their one leg was strewn over the right, other curled in close to their chest. It was a makeshift easel for their sketchbook, doodling lackadaisically, until their eyes shifted back to the current muse of their choice - immediately stiffening when they noticed the shift in Linus’ position from where he was lying in his bed, leaving Monty caught red-handed in the act of drawing them like some sort of love-sick teenager, “Great. You moved. My vision is ruined,” They huffed in lieu of a ‘good morning’, tossing their sketchbook onto Linus’ desk with an air of - what they hoped was - casualty, “You let me fall asleep,” It wasn’t a question, but it wasn’t exactly an accusation either. Monty wasn’t exactly sure what it was. Maybe it was a warning, towards themselves more than anything. Whenever they fell asleep at someone else’s house, they’d be up and gone before they could even remember the name of what was (usually) a stranger they were beside. For the life of them, Monty couldn’t figure out why, but they had grown unequivocally fond of their company, enough that they, embarrassingly, stuck around instead, “My back’s all messed up now. I’ll need, like, years of physical therapy just to recover. I have a recital next week, y’know.” @socialalchemy​

[mrstethompson]

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