𝕨𝕙𝕠      Open Starter ( Limited To Three Threads, Fcfs ) 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖  The Pool

“Am I free? There is some thing still holding me. Or am I holding it?”

— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from Água Viva (via feral-ballad)

LEIGHTON MEESTER AS BLAIR WALDORF GOSSIP GIRL | S03E10, The Last Days of Disco Stick

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.

@aceofportsmouth​

artwork by @holly-warbs

[ID: Digital art that has been broken up into four panels. It is of a person wearing a long blue coat and blue pants with a green backpack, with long black hair and a pale face. They are reaching out to a white, translucent figure next to them. The background gives a vague impression of a field, and blue and purple night sky. White text has been added that reads, “Is it haunting? If I’m the one leaving open a crack in the window.” END ID]

𝕨𝕙𝕠      @ironlvngs​ 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖  the pool party 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟    late into the evening, the attendees are suitably buzzed

              she   sat   alone   in   the   men's   locker   room.   after   a   failed   attempt   to   complete   her   dare,   quinn   was   toying   with   the   idea   of   giving   up   and   going   home.   while   she   didn't   want   the   anonymous   'g'   spilling   her   secrets—   she   also   knew   if   they   did,   they'd   have   little   left   to   blackmail   her   with.   was   it   worth   the   risk?   as   tempting   as   it   was,   at   this   time   in   the   term;   absolutely   not.   it   was   still   early   enough   in   the   year   that   the   whispers   would   follow   her   into   next.   that   paired   with   greer's   disappearance   and   she   would   be   a   laughing   stock.   she   cared   too   much   about   her   reputation   for   that.

              so   she   fell   on   her   backup   plan...   as   shameful   as   it   was.   the   scheme   was   basic,   a   little   desperate   and   it   relied   on   the   base   desire   of   even   the   most   prudish   college   students   to   give   in   to   their   lust.   ogden   students   in   particular   had   a   proclivity   for   believing   they   were   god   given   gifts.   if   she   targeted   someone   she   had   some   kind   of   history   with,   someone   she   knew   would   fall   for   her   flirting,   quinn   was   sure   she   could   pull   this   off.

              just   as   the   blonde   was   about   to   get   up   from   the   bench   and   go   back   into   the   main   hall   where   the   pool,   and   most   of   the   party,   still   was,   lady   luck   dropped   a   prize   goose   into   her   lap.   she   tilted   her   head   as   the   door   swung   shut   behind   link.   the   overheads   were   off   and   the   light   was   low.   still,   she   could   make   out   their   silhouette   from   that   mop   head   they   called   hair.   "you   better   not   be   following   me,   crawford."   she   sung   into   the   space   between   them,   her   voice   honeyed   and   inviting.

JESSICA SULA in PANIC

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“I mixed it myself,” Parisa confirmed, almost as though she could read Quinn’s mind. She didn’t trust people she didn’t know to make her drinks at an event like this. “It’s… good but maybe a bit too sweet for my tastes, I should’ve probably gone with seltzer instead of Sprite,” she reviewed, savoring the flavor of lemons and pomegranate nonetheless. “Not like pina coladas are an option here,” she muttered, wondering when non-drinkers were going to have their time to thrive at college parties. 

Snickering as Quinn talked about her cousin’s power of persuasion, Parisa shook her head. “I’m not ridiculously opposed to going in, but also not intending on it. I spent a little too long doing my hair and makeup to let it get messy, at least this early.” Curly tendrils framed Parisa’s face, with her dark tresses styled in its usual updo. “Plus, I much prefer the ocean to pools. Saltwater is sticky, but still more refreshing than chlorine. Not like we have great beaches up here anyway, but still I’m more of a resort pool girl than a… college competitive pool girl.”  Even Parisa’s family’s pool in California was saltwater - not that she swam in it much.

               "i   don't   see   the   point   in   any   of   it,"   she   admitted.   quinn   had   never   been   one   for   the   water.   "but   if   you   do   end   up   in   there,   please   scrub   hard   after   and   don't   come   crying   to   me   if   you   catch   norovirus   from   the   human   soup."   she   finished   her   drink.   parisa   was   right,   it   was   too   sweet.   "i   have   a   question   for   you   while   i   have   you   here.   it's   months   away,   of   course,   but   when   the   holidays   come   around   i'm   sure   i'm   going   to   be   invited   to   something   formal.   i   wanted   to   ask   if   you'd   consider   designing   a   dress   for   me.   paid,   of   course."

Told you there’s not much to see.