" I'M DISGUSTING. i literally look disgusting. " she complained, pushing her hair out of her face and over her shoulders so she could look at herself more clearly. she felt pretty awful, too, what with last night's events. her head was throbbing, and she was very much hungover. you would never hear a comment like that from her otherwise. " i might have to cancel on today’s photoshoot, and... literally anything that involves socializing. "

Alexa Demie as Maddy Perez in Euphoria, And Salt the Earth Behind You

snapsawxy​:

。·:✧:· LILLY COULDN’T HELP the chuckle that practically erupted from her lips. She wanted to believe her so bad, but she just couldn’t do it. It was far too funny. Before she knew it, the girl was practically doubled over in laughter. “Right, because the drink just happens to be very much at the level of your hand and the drink that was in your hand. It must’ve just flown out. I’ve known you long enough to know that that bitch obviously pissed you off.” If there was one thing Lilly knew, it was how her friends acted and what pissed them off. 

           AS LILLY'S laughter grew from a little chuckle to a full-on laughter attack, carla couldn't mantain her 'good girl' expression any longer - so the wide-eyed look was exchanged by a growing smirk, eyes twinkling. yeah, like that was ever gonna work in the first place ! she knew her too much.   ❛   i mean, she gave me her constructive criticism about my costume. and, of course, i gave her some pointers about hers. mine was just... more hands-on.   ❜   she remarked almost proudly, fixing her LIPSTICK and looking up at the other through the mirror.   ❛   is this where you give me some big lecture about why that was wrong?   ❜

ofmikey​:

                     ‟         potato   patato   ,   carla   santini      .         „         michael   shrugged   as   he   opened   the   bottle   of   the   gasoline   tasting   drink   .   she   was   right   in   wanting   to   stay   away   from   the   liquor   .   it   was   cheap   ,   disgusting         &      would   more   than   likely   causing   him   to   wake   up   in   the   morning   in   complete   regret   .         ⏤         there   was   a   part   of   the   male   that   knew   what   he   was   doing   there   .   why   else   did   he   go   there      ?      it   wasn’t   like   they   liked   each   other   ,   right      ?      in   a   way   they   used   each   other      &      that   was   that   .   then   again   ,   if   he   was   there   for   what   he   normally   was   there   for   ,   why   wasn’t   he   getting   straight   to   the   point      ?      instead   he   found   himself   making   himself   at   home   as   he   sat   on   her   couch   .            (         although   ,   he   wouldn’t   admit   to   wanting   some   type   of   comfort   from   the   girl   .         )         maybe   that’s   what   he   was   actually   searching   for   right   now      ?         &      for   whatever   reason   he   ended   up   on   her   doorstep   .         ⏤         turning   his   head   to   the   side   when   she   sat   down   next   to   him   ,   michael   found   himself   leaning   towards   her   slightly   ,   pushing   his   side   against   hers   more   .         ‟         do   i   have   to   have   a   deal      ?      maybe   i   just   wanted   to   rejoice   in   the   company   of   someone   as   alone   as   me   .         „         the   words   came   out   sarcastically   but   in   a   way   ,   they   weren’t   completely   false   at   least   when   it   came   to   himself   .   falling   back   against   the   couch   ,   michael   brought   the   bottle   up   to   his   lips      &      took   a   sip   ,   holding   it   out   towards   her   after   ,   even   though   he   knew   she   wasn’t   going   to   be   drinking   it   .         ‟         &      you   look   gorgeous   ,   now   are   you   gonna   drink   with   me   or   am   i   wasting   my   time      ?         „

          EVEN IF he probably didn't mean anything else than to poke at her for fun with that 'someone as alone as me' comment, carla didn't react as sharply as she usually would. in fact, she didn't even respond at all! her head tilted to the side, and her eyes narrowed at him almost sourly. eventually, she opened her mouth and a 'ha-ha' mocking laugh fell through it. that hit her in a personal spot. a spot he's not supposed to ever go near. ever. so, why did it affect her in the first place? ... ugh, let's not go there. she has enough with the fact that she asked about how he is.   ❛   you clearly have a deal.   ❜   she pointed out again. she'd have to be near-sighted not to notice, what with the bottle in hand and his overall appearence. they were already close enough in the couch, but she ignored the drink and leaned even closer. close enough for their foreheads to almost touch.   ❛   but, if you didn't come here to talk about it...   ❜   of course he didn't. that's not their thing.   ❛   why are you here ?   ❜   they both know why, but one of them has to make the first move.

tctallybuggin​:

          THIS MAKESHIFT GREEN ROOM that the frat house gave them was nice, some snacks and some space to store their equipment so nothing happened it to. there was this adrenaline high after getting off stage, that had to have been the best they ever sounded, and cliff was on cloud nine. humming happily under his breath as he put his bass in the carrier, that’s when he heard the door open and he glanced over his shoulder to see carla enter the room. it would be a blatant lie to say she didn’t look good, the girl was a smoke show, but he wouldn’t give her that satisfaction as his fingers carded through his slightly damp with sweat locks from the set they just finished, “decent, huh?” he smirked a bit, closing up the case and putting his bass in the corner, “i knew i saw you staring, but i don’t blame you, we fucking killed that set.”

          ❛   YEAH. decent.   ❜   carla repeated, an eyebrow raising. that had been more than decent. way more. but she wasn't about to give him an actual compliment! if she did, he'd never shut up about it. she walked further into the room until they were closer to each other and reached out, brushing some strands of hair out of his face. the gesture seemed almost casual, but he'd know there was more to it.   ❛   when someone is on stage, you kinda have to stare at them.   ❜   a pause, before she adds:   ❛   ... plus, i'm not the one who threw a wink your way. just saying.   ❜   what? did he think she wouldn’t bring that up?

After the show, she sneaks backstage and peeks from the door instead of coming in right away. Mostly to check if he's there, really. And, if he is, to check that nobody else is around. When she sees that both number and number two are right (since he is, putting his equipment away), she finally decides to slide in, arms crossed. With the way her heels are clicking, he's bound to notice that she's there. But, just in case, she'll throw something his way too. "So... that was..." She trailed off, trying to find the right word. Not too insulting, but not too complimentary. "... decent." Okay, nice. Some may even say that's an attempt at being nice from her. She approaches him even more, a smile playing on her lips. "Don't let that get to your head, though."

                              ��           @tctallybuggin​ !!

"Okay, Lilly, for the last time..." she started, throwing her friend an annoyed look through the bathroom mirror, lip gloss pausing near her lips. "... I didn't throw my drink at her on purpose. It was very obviously an accident." Towards the end of her sentence, her voice goes slightly higher for extra innocence. She even bats her eyelashes and everything! ... but she's lying, of course. It's very obvious. "... and, either way, it was definitely an improvement to her hideous costume."

                                    @snapsawxy​ !!!

ofmikey​:

                  it   was   late   ,   there   was   no   question   about   that      &      this   hadn’t   been   the   first   time   michael   found   himself   on   carla’s   doorstep   with   some   bullshit   excuse   to   get   inside   .   there   was   even   a   part   of   him   that   knew   she   knew   all   his   excuses   were   bullshit   but   that   didn’t   stop   him   from   doing   it   .   michael   couldn’t   really   explain   why   he   kept   coming   back   .   why   he   felt   the   need   to   keep   making   excuses   to   come   back      ?      it   really   was   a   mystery   ,   wasn’t   it      ?                  (            he’d   probably   blame   it   on   momentary   destruction   .         )         but   there   was   more   than   likely   more   to   it   .   not   that   the   male   was   going   to   dive   deep   into   whatever   that   was   but   surely   loneliness   had   a   lot   to   do   with   their   hate   filled   rendezvous   .         ⏤         looking   at   the   shorter   girl   ,   he   found   himself   rolling   his   eyes   out   of   habit   .   it   seemed   to   be   something   he   saved   for   the   girl   standing   in   front   of   him   .         ‟         aw   ,   is   carla   santini   too   much   of   a   chickenshit   to   drink   a   big   boy   drink      ?      what   a   shame   .         „         of   course   ,   he   knew   that   wasn’t   the   case   .   no   one   should   drink   the   cheap   liquor   that   the   male   was   holding   .   it   was   practically   satan’s   piss   .   michael   only   drank   it   because   it   felt   much   better   buying   alcohol   that   was   cheap   than   buying   some   that   was   more   expensive   than   his   rent   ,         (         of   course   ,   an   over   exaggeration         )         but   growing   up   with   frugal   parents   ,   you   learn   to   save   rather   than   spend   .         ⏤         stepping   into   her   apartment   ,   michael   was   pretty   familiar   with   the   place   as   he   moved   into   the   living   room   ,   sitting   down   on   her   couch   .

"No, just smart enough to not drink that piss and fuck up my stomach." Carla shot back, quickly, after his comment. It wasn't even an insult, she was just pointing out the obvious. She didn't know how the hell he was managing to drink it. It looked like gasoline or something. He walks by her, heads for the couch and takes a seat on it. For a moment, she doesn't follow. She takes her time slowly closing the door, and turns around to lean against, raising an eyebrow at him. This is not the first time they've done this, yes, but usually they jump straight to kissing (well... kissing... she's not sure there's ever mouth-to-mouth contact). He looks rough, though, what with his bottle of cheap alcohol. And, honestly? She feels weird about throwing herself at him when he's like this. So, she tightens the robe around herself and walks over to sit next to him, close enough for their shoulders to touch. "So..." She started, quite awkwardly (which was odd for Carla Santini, but she'll chalk it up to it being almost 1 am). "What's your deal?" A pause, before she adds: "... you look like shit." There. Better. Less like she's actually checking on him because she cares.

Alexa Demie and Taylor Russell in Waves (2019) dir. Trey Edward Shults

Megan Fox as Carla Santini in Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen (2004) dir. Sara Sugarman

The universe is just out here giving zero fucks!

tctallybuggin​:

         “LOOK IT’S LIKE, totally no biggie, but if you could check the back and see if you have this in a size 4….i would really, really appreciate that.” the tiny blonde said with a bat of her lashes, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips as the sales person obliged and left to go check the stock. turning to the person before her, she nodded her head with a sense of accomplishment, “my daddy told me to never take no for an answer, most of the time there’s at least one pair lingering under a pile of stuff. besides, these heels are absolutely to die for, right?” and she made a point at flexing her foot where she could show off the sparkle of the glittery pink shoe, a size to big sure, but still cute none-the-less. “you never know until you try, or in this instance, ask.”

"i mean, they're very 'glinda the good witch', but..." a pause where she looks at the girl up and down, assessing her. a few seconds later, she settles on her face, and smiles pleasantly. "... they look super cute with the rest of your outfit, so... you gotta get them!" a compliment during their first meeting? how shocking! but, hey, she liked the girl's 'go back to the back and search until you find these shoes in my size' attitude (even if she put it way more nicely than that). "your heart is set on those, huh? i haven't found anything i liked yet."

sheroxrs​:

Cady was not as tired as she thought she’d be. She was well enough to go grab coffee, but did she wear her sunglasses the whole time even inside Starbucks? Definitely. Cady thought that she’d be incognito enough with her glasses and baseball cap…but someone still recognized her. “Shuck…” She murmured under her breath, turning toward the person who called her name. “Oh, hey.” Cady’s fake smile turned to a real one as she realized who it was. “Sorry, I’m trying to avoid people…not you, obviously.” She said quickly, realizing what she’d said. “I’m still recovering after last night…I was grading papers waay too late.”

should she call for her for her, or should she not? on one hand, the embarrassment. but, on the other hand, there's obviously something going on with cady. and, as always, the need for gossip overtakes everything else. so, after saying her name (hey, cads!), she pushed her way through the line without any regard for the people she was cutting in on until she reached her. “what are you wearing?” she responded, disgust seeping in through her tone. no 'hey', no 'good morning'... just... that. right off the bat. “please tell me you're in some kind of secret mission to hide from someone because this...” cue an index finger pointing at the cap and glasses. “... combo can't be what you decided to face the day with willingly. unless you’re hangover.”

ofmikey​:

*   ╱     𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒾   ,   𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒶      (    +    @silvcrplattered​​     )   .

               michael      &      carla   hadn’t   gotten   along   the   moment   they   met   each   other   .   maybe   it   was   because   of   how   vastly   different   they   were   from   one   another   or   maybe   it   was   because   they   just   did   not   connect   on   any   level   whatsoever   .   although   ,   the   first   night   michael   had   ended   up   in   the   girls �� bed   ,   some   would   say   that   that   theory   proved   otherwise   .   michael   on   the   other   hand   was   more   than   willing   to   see   it   all   as   a   mistake   .   a   lapse   in   judgement   ,   if   you   will   .   michael   was   going   through   his   own   romantic   issues      &      the   passionate   hatred   the   two   had   for   each   other   must’ve   morphed   into   them   hooking   up   because   of   him   being   a   complete   mess   .   at   the   end   of   the   day   ,   it   was   a   simple   screw   up   .   that’s   what   it   was      &      that’s   what   he   was   sure   they   were   both   going   to   go   down   in   history   believing   .         (         then   it   happened   again   ,         )            &      the   excuses   that   were   made   got   more   and   more   idiotic   .   either   way   ,   that   wasn’t   something   michael   was   going   to   focus   on   as   he   knocked   on   her   front   door   a   couple   of   times   ,   waiting   for   the   raven   haired   girl   to   answer   .         ⏤      call   it   a   moment   of   weakness   or   maybe   even   a   moment   of   loneliness   .   to   the   point   where   he’d   take   the   brutality   of   carla’s   dagger’ed   words   in   order   to   not   be   alone   .         ‟         i’m   just   here   ‘cause   i   needed   an   excuse   to   drink   this   cheap   ass   tequila      &      you’re   the   only   person   that   i   loath   enough   to   let   suffer   through   drinking   practically   gasoline   with   me   .         „

it's around midnight when the knocks at the door awake her. she stirs at around the second one, but lets it go on for a lot longer. she sits up, groans after checking the time on her phone (who would it be at this damn hour?) and takes her time getting up and slipping a robe over herself. whoever it was (could be a burglar, but still) if they showed up now, they had to be willing to wait for her. eventually, she opens, and her brows furrow at the face she's met with. she'd said she's surprised, but she's really not. this is not the first time he's done this, and she's done the same to him time and time again. after a moment of silence, she scoffs at his words, leaning against the doorstep with a hand on her hip. right. that has to be the dumbest excuse he's used so far. "like i'm drinking that piss. i'd rather sit back and watch you choke on it." and yet, despite the vicious words she uses to match his own, she still steps to the side. leaves enough space for him to come in, and doesn't say anything else. she could've slammed the door on his face, but.. really, she doesn't want to.

🌷🌸.