Mari-zuko·:

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

bvwie·:

— 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍

WHERE right outside of the linden dorms 

     “ shh, please, be quiet — ” he desperately whispers into his backpack, which was now being carried at the very front of him, with the bag facing wherever he was walking. but it was as if bowie was just talking to a helpless baby animal, the kitten hidden in his backpack only meowed louder back in response. maybe this wasn’t his brightest idea. he stops in his tracks, when he realizes that he was about to walk into someone else. “ shit, sorry — ” and just as he began to apologize, the kitten meowed from the half open bag once again. he looked straight at the person in front of him. “ — don’t mind that, that’s just… my alarm. going off. i like to wake up to meows. ” he says confidently, as though that wasn’t the stupidest strain of words to leave his lips. “ on a very separate, hypothetical note… is it a Big Ogden Crime if i try to sneak a pet into the dorms ? i’m asking for my friend. ” at this point, he’d given up, a grin already making its way onto his lips. 

               quinn   swivelled,   ready   to   apologise   in   return,   when   she   registered   that   it   was   bowie.   she   was   just   about   to   ask   how   his   day   was   going   when   a   noise   escaped   his   bag.   was   that...   a   meow?   she   peered   at   the   backpack.   "alarm,   huh?"   quinn   humoured   him.   "totally   hypothetically   —   kinda.   definitely   a   health   violation.   possibly   a   suspension.   that   wouldn't   be   something   you   were   thinking   of   doing,   would   it?"

ironlvngs·:

      at her response, he holds his hand up to his heart, acting out as though he was pulling a dagger out of his chest, with a grin painted on his lips. he could tell that quinn never trusted him — she was a smart girl, and it didn’t surprise him that she chose not to trust him. but the suspicion grew when greer disappeared, and it got him beginning to wonder if she thought he had anything to do with that. 

    he reaches out his pack of cigarettes, gesturing for her to take one. “ be my guest. i’m curious to see what trick that is — all of mine are limited to dorm room tricks, i’m afraid. ”

               "i   doubt   that."   she   added   while   walking   over,   taking   a   cigarette   from   the   pack   offered.   quinn   gestured   for   link   to   follow   her   and   began   leading   them   away   from   the   main   set   of   lockers   and   around   the   corner   to   a   fully   tiled   shower   area.   there   were   some   cubicles   adjacent   to   the   wall,   for   those   who   craved   privacy,   and   for   those   who   didn't;   a   typical   offering   of   an   open   rectangle   of   densely   packed   riser   rails.   she   twisted   their   dials   one   by   one,   being   careful   not   to   get   splashed,   and   turned   back   to   link   with   a   cheeky   smile   before   sitting   in   the   middle   of   the   short   curb   that   acted   as   a   dam   for   the   run-off.   "blow   your   smoke   towards   the   running   water.   it   dissipates   it   before   it   can   reach   the   alarm   out   there   and   stops   the   smell   from   clinging."

*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,

where   :   outside   the   kkg   haunted   house when   :   around   8pm,   night who   :   open   starter

               she   breathed   in   through   her   nose,   counting   to   four.   the   next   count   of   seven,   while   she   holds,   feels   like   it   goes   on   forever.   then   release.   quinn   exhales,   allowing   the   air   to   whistle   on   her   lips.   eight   counts   this   time.   she   repeated   the   process.   after   a   few   goes   the   sophomore   feels   like   she   can   finally   open   her   eyes.   from   the   grass,   quinn   sees   someone   looming   over   her   immediately.                "come   to   gloat?"   she   croaked,   panic   keeping   its   vice   grip   on   her   throat.

I come from a long line of people who should not have had children but did anyway

montyrichler·:

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“Oh, shit.” Steps halted, he made a move to pat down his jean pockets, although it seemed pretty likely that the Juul she was holding out to him was indeed his – how many people plastered their vapes with Tweety Bird stickers? “Thanks. Another couple hours and I would’ve been spiraling into the painful grips of nicotine withdrawal,” Monty joked with a smile, somewhat surprised that Quinn of all people was the one to return it to him. She tended to be a hater of most things fun, and because of that, he clipped right along to ask, “Are you expecting a finder’s fee? ‘Cause I was just headed over to the campus café. That one librarian got on my ass about having open drinks around the books, again.”

          ———      ⁂      At his joke, Quinn raised a brow and smile. The expression was one of amusement, rather than judgement. She had learned by now that nagging Monty was the same as shouting at paint to dry. ❝ Of course not. If you want to die from lipoid pneumonia, that's between you and your poor lungs. I'll come for a coffee though. Hold on,❞ She held up a single finger to signal a minute. ❝ Just let me get my bag. ❞ The sophomore pushed in past the library's double doors.

aceofportsmouth·:

He laid his head on the pool edge, looking up at Quinn with a soft smile. “I’m a tad jealous. I don’t have any cousins.” Booker shared. “My brother and sisters are great, but it’d be nice to have some outside of my immediate family, you know?” Sharing helped with finding common ground. Booker thought of himself as an open book, if that book had sentences with whited-out sections. “Greer seemed like a party girl. Do you think she would be proud of this event? Or would you like to talk about something else?” Booker added, blinking innocently. “I think we have some classes together. If you’d like to discuss classes, who doesn’t love talking about medicine, right?”

               her   eyes   narrowed   conspicuously   as   he   reeled   off   question   after   question.   she   didn't   even   know   this   guy's   name   and   here   he   was,   prepped   for   an   interview.   quinn   didn't   know   if   it   was   recent   events   with   greer,   being   forced   to   be   at   this   stupid   party   or   her   morrison   upbringing   but   it   put   her   back   up.   what   was   his   deal?   she   tried   to   turn   the   conversation   around.   "do   we?   what's   your   major?"