* 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 !

 jasmine  tookes  &  she/they  /  genderfluid  ‷  watch  out  ,  𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄  "𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐄"  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓  has  crash-landed  into  roswell  !!  they  look  30  years  old  and  celebrate  their  birthday  on  09/09/1991  .  they  are  from  paris,  fr  ,  reside  in  jupiter  valley  and  are  currently  working  as  an  international  fashion  model  /  pilates  instructor  @  satellite  sports  complex  .  one  thing  you  should  know  about  them  is  they've  got  a  physics  degree  from  MIT  .  ‷

 hi  friends  !  i’m  back  at  it  again  with  my  fourth  muse  .  this  is  celeste  ,  who  more  often  just  goes  by  cece  .  she’s  an  international  model  who’s  only  been  in  roswell  for  a  couple  weeks  to  check  up  on  a  friend  who  went  MIA  .  more  info  can  be  found  below  the  cut  and  as  usual  ,  feel  free  to  hmu  if  you’d  like  to  plot  or  give  this  post  a  lil  LIKE  and  i’ll  eventually  come  bother  you  !

“if  i  have  to  read  another  shitty  script  written  by  a  cis  het  man  i’m  going  stab  my  fucking  eyes  out.”  a  dramatic  sigh  as  she  collapsed  down,  rubbing  at  her  temples,  “it’s  the  over-sexualization  of  women  and  lack  of  dimensionality  that’s  driving  me  up  the  wall.  why  do  we  keep  letting  white  men  write?”  venting  and  sick  of  having  to  play  a  girl  who  was  ‘sexy  but  doesn’t  know  it’    “you.  have  a  drink  with  me.”  after   a   moment,  “please.”

barbie sighs as cece says exactly what she’s thinking. “i swear, this feels like something straight out of AMERICAN PIE or something.” she couldn’t have a look too sour on her face, considering this was technically HER event. “this one definitely won’t be going on the website– once i get all that figured out.” barbie puts the glass to her lips and takes a sip. “please tell me something interesting that’s happened lately to DISTRACT ME.”

* ⠀ ☆ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @roswellstarters​ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀     𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧.

          “ say you were plannin’ on tellin’ someone something heartfelt and important, what type of flowers would you bring ‘em? ” rio questions the person closest to him on the flower shop, a slight frown on his features — the usual facial expression for him. “ or at all? i don’t even know… well, everyone likes flowers, right? that’s, like, safe to assume… right? ” and there’s that uneasiness in his stomach again but he refuses to back down from doing what he’s planning to do this time. “ i don’t know what i’m doin’, if that wasn’t obvious. could use some help. ” rio says sheepishly. 

open starter // for @roswellstarters​

“IT’S THE FUCKIN’ HOLIDAYS, OTTO. do you seriously think workin’ on the album is the most important thing for us right now?” elijah huffs on the phone as he surveys through the store, doing his christmas shopping. “no, i’m not flyin’ out to los angeles to talk. we’re talkin’ right now, this is what you’re getting. if you piss me off, i’m blockin’ your goddamn number and then you won’t even get access to me.” he threatens, knowing full well the band’s manager was already livid about cyrus blocking him months ago. he wants to pretend he cares about whatever the other man is saying but his patience runs out, stopping in the middle of the isle and locking his jaw in frustration before he practically yells onto his phone: “you work for us, otto, not the other fuckin’ way around! handle this shit yourself!” and ends the call. elijah shoves his phone back onto his jeans, looking up to see that he wasn’t as alone as he thought, someone watching the whole scene unfold. “uh… i’m sorry ‘bout that.” he presses his lips together in a awkward smile, throwing them an apologetic look.

plump lips let out a tired breath. “what are your tips, then?” the other is vaguely familiar, but he can’t quite place where he’s seen her from. regardless, they definitely look like they know what they’re talking about. “for a bright, friendly smile…”

“ I HATE THESE FUCKING MACHINES, ”   aydin sighs, slouching a bit in his seat.   “ this place needs a major upgrade—and twice as many machines. if your shit isn’t dry after ten minutes, can i throw my stuff in with yours ?   i’ll make it worth your while. ”   he only asks because cece is someone he’s comfortable enough with to do so.

FEATURING  :  barbara  edwards  (  @barbarafms​  )

brook is reasonably sure that b2un are nowhere near celebrity status. after all, this is roswell. alien town doesn’t really have celebrities. even though he has his share of fangirls, he just feels like some college guy who’s in a band. (which is what he is.) that said, apparently this band thing is enough for someone at their record label to gently ask brook to appear more… approachable. smile more, he’d been told. he does have a habit of looking cold and aloof, even though it’s not his intention. “i’m practicing my friendly face,” he tells the other person. “how am i doing? feeling ready to trust me with your personal belongings yet?”

starter: open to all location: planet 7 

“for the fifth time buddy, we are not responsible for your personal belongings. if we find your keychain – or whatever you lost, we’ll give you a call. cool? cool. you can come by tomorrow and ask, but i’m not going around searching for the rest of the night.” 

located  crashdown  cafe,  nighttime

for  @roswellstarters​ 

it’s  like  a  ritual  for  her,  as  the  deadline  approaches  for  the  next  column  of  the  daily  record  she  finds  herself  planted  at  crashdown.  a  light  dinner,  two  espressos  and  an  iced-coffee  later  and  she  feels  like  her  head  is  going  to  explode  from  staring  at  the  screen.  that’s  what  leads  her  outside,  table  held,  while  she  slips  across  the  street  to  stand  under  the  light  of  a  streetlamp  and  she  lights  a  weak  joint,  rolled  in  sweet  bubblegum-flavoured  paper.

location :   lunar laundromat

featuring :   @roswellstarters​

“ ARE YOU ALMOST FINISHED WITH THAT ? ”   aydin holds back a sigh of annoyance. he thought it was pretty obvious he’s been waiting for the machine of theirs that stopped running five minutes ago, from the way he kept giving them side glances, but apparently not.   “ because if you plan on using it for the whole night, let me know now. ”