G: You Try So Hard, Quinn. But The truth Is, You Still Always Resented Me, Didn’t You? G: Well, Let’s

Haley Lu Richardson and Jessica Sula via haleyluhoo Instagram stories, 09/12/2022.

Curtains (1983) dir. Richard Ciupka

LEAKY·:

open starter where: library  when: tuesday oct 18 morning

he was supposed to be writing an essay. and usually leaky had no problem with his homework, ecological ethics was actually one of his favorite classes. but it was game day, and it was always harder to concentrate on game day. so there he sat, fake tapping away at his computer at the shared table of the library commons. every sound caught his attention, causing him to look around, trying to catch anyone’s eye to use as an excuse. and finally he decided to give in, leaning toward the other that sat at the table careful keep his voice low cause in all honesty he was a bit afraid of the librarians. “psst, hey, hey.” he tapped his fingers against the wood. “are you going to the game tonight?” he smiled brightly at them. 

               —she   went   to   take   note,   recalling   part   of   the   passage   from   the   book   to   her   right   with   her   pen   and   paper   to   the   left,   and   there   it   was   again.   click   clack   click   clack   click.   the   nib   stuttered   on   the   page   and   then   stopped   before   quinn   looked   up.   she   reminded   her   face   not   to   look   as   exasperated   as   she   felt,   hoping   the   gaze   alone   would   send   the   message   their   noise   was   breaking   her   concentration.   he   wasn't   looking.   of   course.   quinn   put   her   head   down   and   had   just   gone   back   to   her   work   when   the   other   whispered   for   her   attention.   she   groaned.

"no   but   i'll   cut   you   a   deal.  you   stop   fidgeting   for   longer   than   five   minutes   and   i'll   go   to   any   game   you   want."

god (self-diagnosed)

mari-zuko·:

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Someone else may have winced at the sound of the beach ball smacking into someone’s head, but Mari just glanced over, apathetically watching the ensuing reactions. She sipped from her drink, just barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the over-dramatics - it was a beach ball, after all - her eyes returning to the person who had hit it at the muttered curse word. Quinn, of course. Mari was somewhat surprised to see her there, the relationship between Quinn and Greer….not great, to those who were aware, at least. Which, since Mari had been, definitely affected her own relationship with Quinn. The sorority rivalry only added to the bitter air between them. “Nice aim,” Mari said, shaking her hair back from her face a little bit. “They probably deserved it.” 

               quinn   quickly   turned   away,   brushing   down   her   purple   shirt   in   an   attempt   to   obfuscate   responsibility.   her   eyes   flicked   up.   of   course,   it   had   to   be   mari.   she   would   have   clearly   seen   quinn's   little   social   faux   pas.   her   head   cocked   to   the   side.   "i'm   not   captain   of   the   championship-winning   volleyball   team   for   nothing,"   she   couldn't   resist   tempting   their   usual   competitiveness.   "but   thanks.   i   guess   you   have   an   eye   for   some   things   at   least."

         OVERVIEW

NAME: quinn morrison AGE: twenty two GENDER: cis woman PRONOUNS: she / her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: seemingly straight, hasn’t actually confirmed or denied anything ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic HEIGHT: 5′3″ and she hates it NATIONALITY: american CURRENT RESIDENCE: her own apartment not far from campus MBTI: intj-t ZODIAC SIGN: cancer MAJOR: pre-med HOBBIES: violin, orchestra, volleyball, baking, knitting, judging SKILLS: organising anything, always has a spare pen, mental arithmetic, makes a great coffee, conversation starter, steady hands, quick reflexes, figure skater, touch typist, speed knitter LANGUAGES: this is quinn’s academic achilles heel, she has basic latin SCARS: none TATTOOS: see her naked and find out TAKES MEDICATION: yes NICKNAMES: quinneth (like kenneth), Q TROPE: the teacher’s pet ADDITIONAL TROPES: here BIRTHDAY: 14th of july, 2000 STAR CHART: here DEGREE: pre-med YEAR: sophomore EXTRACURRICULARS: women’s volleyball captain, sophomore class board, first chair violin in the orchestra, vp of recruitment at tri delt RELATIONS AT OGDEN: the morrison family SIBLINGS: one older paternal half brother, blake jr., one younger sister, slater PARENTS: blake and sade morrison HOMETOWN: noho, manhattan, ny AESTHETIC: a mix of vibrant and pastel academia POSITIVE TRAITS: driven, clever and romantic NEGATIVE TRAITS: stressed, critical and envious INSPIRATION: spencer hastings (pretty little liars) annie edison (community) amy santiago (brooklyn 99) lisa simpson (the simpsons) jal fazer (skins) hermione granger (harry potter series) PINTEREST: here

         QUINN IN THE KITCHEN...

FAVOURITE FOOD: cinnamon buns

GOOD AT COOKING: yes

HOW SO: baking was how she bonded with her mother

LEAVES THE DISHES OUT:  absolutely not

FOOD IN THEIR FRIDGE: vegan protein snacks, eggs, suspiciously organised tupperware, cold brew, milk

DO THEY GET TAKE OUT OFTEN: yes, when it comes to main meals/savoury food she eats out

         LIVING ROOM...

SPENDS THE WEEKENDS: studying as much as she can, duh

WHAT KIND OF MOVIES DO THEY WATCH: she's a sucker for old disney

WHAT DO THEY DO WITH FRIENDS: be the mom of the group mostly

FAVOURITE PASTTIME: knitting / crochet

FAVOURITE TV SHOW: botched

         BATHROOM...

PREPARES IN THE MORNING: wake up with the sun, shower, meditate, coffee

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: she hums

PRODUCTS SMELL LIKE: oranges and cinnamon

ARE THEY CLEAN: yes, though she has been known to let it slip in exam season

TOWELS: pink cotton with a high thread count

         BEDROOM...

SLEEPS: on her back within a strict schedule for eight hours (because even rest can be perfected)

PJS: usually a matching silk camisole and shorts two piece

SOCKS WHILE SLEEPING: yes, knitted ones she makes

DREAMS: barely remembers them

TIDY: yes but she has a housekeeper

ARE THEY AFFECTIONATE: yes

         ATTIC...

WHAT ARE THEY AFRAID OF: being ignored, shame, clowns

BAD MEMORIES: tucked away, hidden and denied

ROLE IN A HORROR MOVIE: the sensible expert who dies in the sequel

HOW DO THEY HIDE THEIR SECRETS: by being the cliché everyone expects

         QUINN'S CHILDHOOD & FAMILY

quinn was born at the height of summer in an exclusive new york private hospital, the first child of her parents' new marriage. she was planned perfectly; exactly eleven months after their wedding ceremony. she has always got on with her mother, both equally studious and stubborn. her father, on the other hand, wanted another son and has never been afraid to make that clear. the spare to the heir, if you will. his first son to his first wife is the apple of his eye. even named after him. this is where quinn's endless need for approval started. it was a stable home but she has never felt like she was enough. several digits of trust fund has made no difference.

           QUINN'S RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER

they were shoved together from the start, being so close in age. it was like the wider family wanted them to be surrogate sisters. this started off great, when their life was simpler, a close childhood bond of two girls with the world at their feet. but as hormones hit, so did resentments. greer became popular and beloved. quinn stayed scholarly and rigid. she worked hard for every piece of credit she got while her cousin just had to smile and bat her lashes. on the outside, they've always been friendly. family is family and nobody fakes it up for the public like the morrison's do. any fight that's happened has been quickly hushed. those who know them better, though, have seen the pointed knives sheathed between honeyed words.

         FACTS

almost always has her nose in a book when alone

the only thing more important than the grind is being the best at it

travelled before enrolling in college

top grades, high achiever, chases knowledge

peak girly

obsessive note taker and stationary collector

fuelled by nootropic mushroom coffee and vegan protein snacks

needs approval like plants need water

second-in-command syndrome

secretly leaves pencil annotations and cute notes in library books

the notion app rules her life

being a morrison, she has money to burn

cooks and bakes to unwind

falls asleep to nature documentaries

         QUINN’S BIOGRAPHY ※ QUINN’S PLAYLIST

OOC

annie, 26, gmt. she/they. no triggers.

ADDITIONAL TROPES:

Book Smart, Girly Girl, Not So Stoic, Apple for Teacher, The Beautiful Elite, Formerly Friendly Family, Broken Pedestal, Clashing Cousins, Academic Alpha Bitch, Confound Them with Kindness, Wicked Cultured, Elegant Classical Musician, The Starscream, Nothing Nice About Sugar and Spice, The Napoleon, Non-Idle Rich, Stepford Smiler, Desperately Craves Affection, Lonely Rich Kid, Driven by Envy, Always Second Best, The Resenter.

𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕨  𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

          ———      ⁂      There he was, milling around, right in her way. It seemed like everywhere Quinn looked nowadays, Nate had nestled himself in some corner or other. His tall figure haunted her peripheral vision. After years of on-again-off-again hatefucking she had made a point of avoiding him after her freshman year. She summered in the city instead of The Hamptons, hoping to stave off the dirty magnetism they'd let fester between them. She had guessed, at some point, that being on the same campus would mean she couldn't avoid him forever. She hadn't guessed it would be over some damn popcorn. Quinn reached up and tapped on his shoulder.

                      ❝   Are  you  getting  something  from  the  stand                             or  are  you  just  here  to  be  a  nuisance  ?   ❞