#prettyundead

            ❝    you    don’t    have    to    be   afraid   anymore  ….    i’m    with   you.   and   we   are    going    to    do   this    together.    i’m    sorry    it    took    so   long.   ❞

❝       ...    yeah that hollywood attitude might work elsewhere but i’m gonna need you to focus a bit.    not really lookin’ to babysit today,    you get me starshine    ?        ❞      

➳  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @prettyundead​

“Miss Montgomery, it’s a pleasure meeting you. I’m Sherlock Holmes, I’m not a reporter, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He was supposed to be on vacation, forcefully retired from consulting for the police after his usage of substances had rendered him awake for a week straight, ending in a ride on an ambulance from which he had notoriously attempted to escape. Now, forced out of his murder cases, the stagnation was killing him, his boredom reaching the limit in which he decided that even stupid problems were worth solving for entertainment. Even the ones that were only mentioned in passing on the news.

Another house party. Another strange place. Another pocket full of good cocaine and a few tabs of molly, and she’s, ready to FUCKING FLY. Maybe she’s halfway there, her stumbling form, on stretches of cement road, more drunk college students along for the ride. The treelined streets betrayed this place for the suburbia that it was, and adults in their houses thinking them the kind of thugs and murderers and junkies that they’d invariably turn into, but right now, Rue didn’t give a fuck. Tonight, she wanted to think that she too, could be invincible.

This wasn’t like her high school bullshit, but somehow a lot of it felt the same; just more people, with even less sense of self - somehow, that’s okay, Rue, knows that the secret is to just keep moving and to not really give a shit... and truthfully, she hasn’t really got that last part handled, but hey, PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT doesn’t it? There’s a few joint rolled and packed into the carton of cigarettes that hide within the looseness of her jacket, and, as she comes through the front door, there’s Madison, queen fuckin’ bee, at the top of the stairs - the kind of girl that left you starstruck, and the kind of mean meant to fuel nightmares but... for Rue?

“Madison!” her name’s the first thing she says on the way in, a kind of stupid, love-struck quality to the way that she looks up at her, head tilted ever so slightly as she does. “Come down. I brought the GOOD SHIT tonight!”

@prettyundead​ said: ‘  legends never die.  ‘

          drew barrymore - bryce vince lyrics sentence starters

@prettyundead​ said: “So, who are you?”

          euphoria. episode one.

Had it been that long? Had he faded that far into obscurity that the starlets of today’s Hollywood had no idea who he was? That hurt the Negative Zero star. If his heart still beat he sure he would have felt that particular pang of pain. But being kindred, he wasn’t allowed to act anymore and had to step away from the mundane world, so realistically he wasn’t that surprised.

"She's  the  captain,  I'm  the  first  mate."