MUN: Karla | She/Her | 24
MUSE: Rosalind of Dirty Candy, as inspired by JATP
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cherry valley forever

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Not today Justin
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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if i look back, i am lost
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hello vonnie
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@blueras-m
MUN: Karla | She/Her | 24
MUSE: Rosalind of Dirty Candy, as inspired by JATP
RULES & ABOUT: Here
SIDEBLOG OF: @kindofvertigo

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JOSH, RON, REGGIE, JAZZ, BEN, DANNY, CAL, & CHARLIE HAVE MOVED TO: @kindofvertigo
RO HAS MOVED TO: @blueras
LOTTIE AND ROXIE HAVE MOVED TO: @ownbattles
CARTER HAS MOVED TO: @repeadied
here’s a temp lists of drafts i’m planning to carry over
muse aesthetics , season edition repost don’t reblog.
bold always applies. italics sometimes applies.
✹ SUMMER ✹ — cold drinks after a long day, hiking in the woods just outside the city, swimming in a lake, spontaneous picnics, the warmth of the sun making you drowsy, the buzz of insects flying by, blooming wildflowers, the scent of bark and leaves, snapping twigs in half, a blade of grass between your teeth, light sunburn on the tip of your nose, barking dogs, rosy cheeks, children laughing in the distance, sunflowers reaching for the sun, fresh ice tea, resting your head on someone’s lap, warm yellow, the sound of waves crashing.
☁ AUTUMN ☁ — cool breezes that feel just right, piles of leaves, rust red, oversized sweaters, knitted blankets, pumpkin spice, the scent of freshly baked goods, open windows letting the fresh air in, cold cheeks and hands, rain boots, carving pumpkins, soft scarves, a comforting embrace from an old friend, the scent right before a storm, wild mushrooms, ripening berries, a cup of hot tea, purring cats, blueberry muffins, braided hair, wearing your partner’s shirts, an alarm pulling you from slumber, burning candles.
❅ WINTER ❅ — the crackling of a fireplace, hot chocolate with marshmallows, the smell of fresh cookies, fuzzy socks, beanies pulled over your ears, a strong pot of coffee, dark clouds gathering on the horizon, the sound of wind shaking the house, melting ice, snowflakes in your hair, melancholy afternoons, curling up with a book while the world stands still, cough drops on the nightstand, excitedly giving gifts, long coats with deep pockets, pale blues, flour on the tip of your nose, warm soup, stubble turning into a beard, the scent of leather.
❀ SPRING ❀ — the smell after it rains, waking to the sound of birds singing, the crack of thunder, soft pinks, energy drinks or protein shakes, the scent of fabric softener, tidying up, the sweet taste of fresh fruit, competitive spark in eyes, sand beneath your feet, sweat on your brow, catching your breath after running, light green, frosted cupcakes, electricity in the air, forbidden kisses, the sharp hunger after a work out, daring romances, high ponytails, unexpected storms, picking flowers, running barefoot in the grass, iced coffee.
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tagging: the person reading this !
the closest actor to the type of energy/sorts of roles ro’s dad had i can think of would probably be ewan mcgregor? with like, maybe a dash of james mcavoy, and a little jude law
《 pehters 〈 reg 〉 》
HE PAUSED, AND, sitting on the bed, looked over at her. “Sure,” he said. “My mom, a lot, and my dad, too. But mostly my Oma? Or even Bobby before he grew up and forgot about us. Having the guys is more than I could ever ask for, but yeah, there are people I wish I could talk to, but either they’re gone or…” he smiled. “Or I am.”
Reggie could see that the question was more about her than it was about him. Something in the way her shoulders tilted and the way the question had come from some sort of side-door into the conversation.
“Who are you missing?”
Ro pulled her legs to her chest and watched her toes wiggle in her socks. She then rested her head on her knees and turned to look at Reggie as he spoke. “ . . . You’re not gone gone, though.” She said, partly because the idea didn’t sit well with her, and partly to stall before she tried to answer his question.
It wasn’t like she wasn’t thinking about the person she wished she could talk to, and it wasn’t like she didn’t expect the conversation to lead there eventually. She just felt like hearing Reggie out first, to build a safety net of solidarity before totally opening up about it.
“There’s someone I used to always go to when I couldn’t figure something out on my own. I could bounce an issue around in my head all day and not come up with a solution, and then I’d just ask that person about it and whatever they said would make everything so clear that it felt like the answer should have been obvious. You know? . . . Do you like -- did you have that with your Oma? Or your mom or dad?”

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《 shinemade 〈 julie 〉 》
“ more like getting a better view . “ she admits , gaze unflinching from the small gathering of boys & girls by the keg . she never got the appeal of chugging alcohol upside down . she imagines it’s not particularly fun to do it upright either . the buzz might be worth it , but she wouldn’t know . she hates beer . it’s the only alcoholic drink she ever took a sip of & she’d made up her mind about it pretty quickly . her young life isn’t plagued by problems big enough to justify her putting up with that taste & chasing a buzz . maybe dealing with having a dead mom & seeing ghosts in a healthy way is unheard of & not as cool , but she’s perfectly content sitting on the snack table , downing sour cream & onion chips & marveling at how far some of her colleagues will go to be in the center of attention . it must feel somewhat badass to be surrounded by people whose only purpose for the next few minutes is to encourage you to drink as much from that keg as possible . “ he looks like he’s gonna puke . he’s gonna puke —– oh my god . “ hand reaches for ro’s out of instinct , gripping it as she laughs & looks away . “ that poor , poor plant . “
In places where there were a lot of people -- like at school or at a party -- it wasn’t often that you could find Ro on her own, away from the other Dirty Candy members. This was because, in such a public and highly social atmosphere, the other girls served as a form of protection. Being surrounded by her friends made her feel comfortable. If she didn’t want to talk to anyone besides them, she didn’t have to. She didn’t have to worry about any creeps or jerks getting near her either. And it wasn’t like anyone knew how to have a good time better than her girls anyway. A seat next to Dirty Candy was the best seat in the house.
And yet, there Ro was, wandering over to the snacks, realizing frantically that she’d lost track of her friends, and trying her best to navigate the sea of teenagers until she spotted a friendly face. She breathed a sigh of relief before posing her question to Julie, trying to not come off as anxious as she was.
Ro gave Julie a look when she responded. Like, how are you so cool? Ro had been on her own, and she’d been trying to find a place to hide. Julie had been on her own, and she’d found herself dinner and a show. Before Ro could put her bewilderment with Julie’s confidence into words, Julie began her exciting commentary. Ro’s attention shifted to poor, dumb boy who was staggering over to the even more unfortunate fern.
Her expression twisted into worry, but she couldn’t help the laughter from spilling past her lips. She paused when Julie grabbed her hand -- her attention entirely absorbed by the gesture for the second it took Julie’s fingers to wrap around her palm. But more laughter comforted her nerves when Julie spoke up and expressed more sympathy for the plant than the kid.
“Oh my god,” Ro echoed, holding back a snort. “I’m so glad I found you --” Her tone was just as sarcastic as it was sincere, “Otherwise I would've missed that.”
《 shinemade 〈 julie 〉 》
there was a time in her life when gravitating towards people was easy . before the worst year of her life happened , she was always friendly towards carrie’s group of friends ; they weren’t quite her friends , but she cared enough to offer more than polite smiles & small talk whenever they’d run into each other . sharing thoughts & laughs used to be easy —– shutting herself off completely made her lose that . carrie noticed & walked away . what possible reason would the others have had to stay ? they were part of carrie’s world . they owed her nothing .
it’s only recently that she’s started opening up again . she owes most of that to flynn & months of therapy —– so she’s trying . trying to be less skeptical & rediscover her trusting nature . trying to get herself to forget how quickly a friend could turn their back on her when things got hard . she has to remind herself that this is high school . people take sides . people go where the scorned popular kids go . & people don’t stay when all you do is build walls around you . unless you’re flynn — & then you try taking the walls down brick by brick & don’t give up until it’s done .
she’s doing better . & it’s because she’s doing better that she’s not rushing to pick a partner who doesn’t remind her of carrie in the least bit . she stands still & takes in the compliment with a smile & a small chuckle , not long before she turns her attention to her classmates rushing out the door . “ i guess we’re stuck with each other . “ nothing in her tone says she’s anything less than intrigued about it . “ we should figure out a game plan —– your place or mine ? “
Ro could see the effort Julie put into her smile, and it caused gratitude to mix in with the guilt in her chest. Julie’s tiny laugh was enough for Ro’s own smile to turn into a toothy grin. She was doing the right thing; that laugh told her so. They were moving in the right direction, and it didn’t really matter what they were moving towards, so long as they were moving away from the superficial coldness that stood between them moments ago.
“Guess so.” Ro said with a scrunch of her nose and a pout that couldn’t have been more phony. Talking to Julie was already starting to feel more comfortable. Ro had gone into the interaction with an idea of what she was supposed to say, and had been more or less reading off a mental script written specifically for navigating what she initially assumed to be an extremely delicate social situation -- and it was delicate. Making it even this far had been a slow and careful process, but she was finally starting to feel like maybe she could go a little off book.
Except for when Julie asked about where to go, and a brief warning of a thought passed through Ro’s mind. Some of the Dirty Candy moms were supposed to be gathering at Ro’s house that afternoon, and Ro couldn’t begin to imagine the embarrassment both her and Julie would experience if they overheard even the slightest whisper of the moms’ favorite topic of conversation -- how cute Ray Molina looked at the last PTA meeting.
“Your place!” Ro said quickly. “I mean -- would your place be okay? My mom and her friends are kindof taking over my place today.”
《 @pahtterson 〈 luke 〉 a meme 》
said: “if life were to suddenly get fair, i doubt it would happen in high school..”
Ro had been anxiously awaiting the day that Luke would surprise her and say something useful.
He’d just made it clear that today wouldn’t be it.
“Thanks for the words of wisdom, Banquo.” She looked up at him with a scowl from where she’d just leaned against her locker and sank into a seat on the floor. Her phone was clutched in her hand, screen locked until she could bear to look at it again -- Scathing reviews on Dirty Candy’s latest performance video.
“So what? It’s never gonna be fair? After everything that I’ve sacrificed for Carrie’s stupid little --” She took a breath. “Do I just have to wait till I’m a ghost, and then miraculously all my dreams will come true?”
《 @pehters 〈 reg 〉 a meme 》
said: “ i’m a big fan of your name ”
A compliment from Reggie was not a rare thing. Not to say any of them were ever insincere -- they just never caught Ro off guard like that one had before. Most of the time Ro could just brush them off with an eye roll or a smart remark, each a gesture of encrypted gratitude that Reggie had known well enough by now to decode. But this time, as the sun glinted off the gold monogram necklace that probably inspired his statement, Ro turned to look at him in wonder.
She smiled and rolled the chain of her necklace delicately between her thumb and index finger. “Thanks, uh -- I guess it’s not like, that obvious, but it’s my name because of this super dorky thing my parents did. They named me and Cily -- Celia -- after two characters in this play that they were turning into a movie together -- it’s a whole, like . . . thing.” She laughed with a mixture of nerves and fondness, not realizing how infrequently she told that story. Not that she’d just told him anything so much as she vaguely hinted at the events that occured.
“Did your parents ever tell you why they named you Reggie? Or --,” She straightened her posture and spoke with an air, “Reginald, I guess?”
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《 @pehters 〈 reg 〉 one liner 》
“Don’t you have somebody that you wish you could talk to?”
💌 someone loves you very much! you are a cool cat and an awesome friend on the dash! 💌
I’m not going to marry anyone. I have one purpose on this Earth, and that is to become a great writer. A husband would put a stop to that.
《 @hsheartthrob 〈 nick t 〉 a meme 》
said: “ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”
Ro was determined to enjoy her time at the aquarium despite her unfortunate assigned-partner situation. She swore, there were at least a dozen Smiths at LFHS. Not to mention Stevensons, Sullivans, and Schwartzes -- but somehow none of them had ended up in Mrs. Demir’s fourth period biology class. Which was why when Mrs. D called out the names of the alphabetically assigned pairs that would be working together to write up a report on their field trip findings, Rosalind Ryan was inevitably followed by resident dreamboat, Nick Thompson. Which, if she was being honest, wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She may have rather been paired up with an inanimate plank of wood, but she at least would have picked Nick T over that one creepy kid who’d once asked her just how dirty her candy was. Barf.
She was hoping to get their work done as soon as possible so she could spend the remainder of her time on her own, taking pictures of herself next to the blue marine life to send to the girls and recording videos of the baby penguins to send to Cily. But collecting all the info they needed for their report was taking much longer than expected, because Nick T was extremely skilled at getting the two of them off track.
Ro looked over at him, perplexed. “I think if a jellyfish were to have a belly button, it’d need to have a belly, right?” She pointed to the tank. “That guy there all jelly -- no belly.”
tbh ro is very skilled at slipping into the background, and doesn’t get much attention when she’s not in her dc get up/surrounded by the other girls. it’s also not super often that you’d see her at school without at least one other dc girl by her side. she very much enjoys the social safety/protection that comes with being part of such a popular group, and she loves the attention when she’s sharing it with her girls, but when she’s just being ro, she prefers to disappear

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《 @pehters 〈 reg 〉 an ask 》
said: "You're, like.... one of my favorite people now. Weird, huh?"
When Ro found out that one of her favorite indie theaters downtown was hosting a ‘Movies That Rock’ Week, she knew it was too on the nose to not invite Reggie. It was a series of film screenings throughout the week that were all movies made in the 2000s, centered around music. That night they were showing Almost Famous, the next night they were showing School of Rock, etc. And the best part? It was a BYOB event -- b as in blanket -- set up on the beach and free to anyone who wandered by.
The credits were nearly done rolling. Ro was folding up her throw and neatly tucking it into her tote. She didn’t know what would come out of the brief comfortable silence of the moment, but she knew Reggie would be the one to break it.
She gave him an odd look, filled with both skepticism and affection. “It’s not that weird.” She said flatly, turning to walk in the opposite direction of those returning to civilization, if only to hide her betraying smile. “You’re like . . . easily in my top twenty --” She shrugged before glancing over her shoulder to make sure he knew she was teasing. In lieu of a wink, her tongue peeked out between her teeth. “-- Maybe even fifteen.”
We have a meeting in 10 minutes. I’ll tell you what to do. Repeat after me.