FLORENCE PUGH As Alice DON’T WORRY DARLING 2022 | Dir. Olivia Wilde

          ———      ⁂      Quinn's panic attacks had a certain rhythm. First - the freakout, the reaction, the fight or flight. Adrenaline keeping her buoyant through stormy waters. Then - the crash. After what was a horrible experience at KKG's Haunted House, she took an uber home and nosedived into bed. While her peers partied, she overslept, which she had to admit to herself was very Quinn Morrison.

                                     She'd found herself a corner in The Commons and made a home of a grand leather armchair, an americano occupying one hand (in a reusable cup of course) and a book hinged open with the other. Her eyes were beginning to sting from reading. She looked up from the page and connected with Parker. The junior wasn't looking quite her usually pristine self. It was in the small details: slightly puffy eyes, fallen curls, no glow. Quinn smiled sympathetically.

                                                 ❝    Hungover  ?    ❞

who: open where: the commons when: tuesday, november 1st

the commons bustled with just about all of the energy one could expect after a night like halloween. that was to say, not that much. students mulled around the coffee shop, nursing hangovers and trying to finally jump start their day, now that it was past noon. and though parker had washed off all of the spare glitter and showered away all of the alcohol smell one possibly could, spiritually, she was right there with them. one knee bent towards her chest, she’d been curled into the far side of an otherwise vacant couch. red, now loose curls—the remnants of last night’s hairstyle—shielded her profile as she gazed down at a small stack of papers.

august 29th, the letters, the first day of school…

drawing and releasing a deep breath, parker rested her chin in the palm of her hand and looked up. eyes glazed over the space without much purpose until locking eyes with someone nearby. her head shook and eyes blinked, snapping out of her daze with quiet laughter. “hey,” parker called out, resting her forearms over the paper. “sorry, i’m lagging by, like… thirty seconds today.”

aceofportsmouth·:

He kept smiling. She wouldn’t break his exterior. “Personally, I wouldn’t have put something like this on, but I didn’t know Greer too well. Was she the type to want the party to keep going?” Booker inquired. Greer was still an enigma to him. Despite nothing being revealed by her, their brief encounters were memorable. Her cousin surely knew her better than he did. “She seemed cool. Were you both close?” Booker didn’t have any cousins, but he would like to think if he did they would be close. 

               quinn   shrugged.   "she   is   the   type,   to   be   honest,   but   greer's   never   exactly   been   known   for   making   the   best   decisions."   at   least   to   anyone   who   could   think   independently   of   the   golden   girl's   influence,   she   thought   to   herself.   "and   we   are.   we   were.   well,   as   close   as   any   relatives   around   the   same   age   could   be.   we   grew   up   together,   went   to   the   same   schools,   spent   breaks   with   our   family.   i   think   we   just   eventually   grew   up   to   be   very   different   people   with   very   different   interests."   the   blonde   touted   the   same   vague   answers   everybody   knew   to   the   stranger.

Booksmart (2019) Directed by Olivia Wilde

aceofportsmouth·:

Booker recognized the loathing in her eyes. The prickly ones are always the most powerful. While not the queen herself, a Morrison still holds a certain amount of sway. He smiled, choosing to ignore her bad manners. Booker raised his hands in defence. “It was merely a suggestion. I thought a dip might make things more fun.” Or remove that frown went unsaid. Quinn being off by herself was an odd sight at a party as big as this one. Booker never missed an opportunity to schmooze and something told him this would be more difficult than normal.  “Not the social type, I see. More of small gathering type?” He questioned.

            one   eyebrow   quirked   up.   "more   of   a   party-when-appropriate   type.   my   cousin's   missing.   for   all   we   know,   in   danger."   quinn   pulled   her   sandalled   foot   out   of   the   way   as   a   small   wave   rippled   through   the   pool   towards   them.   "it   leaves   a   bad   taste   in   the   mouth   —   no?"   she   stared   at   his   eyes   as   if   daring   him   to   disagree.

ironlvngs·:

     the pill ( or was it more than one ? link couldn’t even remember anymore ) that he’d gotten from ollie earlier was definitely at the forefront right now, and it mixed quite well with the loud music and bodies going in and out of the pool. though, even with that, link knew that he was due for a breather soon — and he was sick and tired of freezing his ass off outside when he goes for a cigarette. 

    so this time, they opted for another five second hiding spot — the locker rooms. though, there was sincere doubt in his mind that there weren’t a couple people in there already fucking each other. to his luck, though, upon opening the doors, it seemed a bit quiet. that is, until her voice came through just as he shut the door behind him. 

   link turns around to face her, unable to keep the grin from forming on his lips at her comment. “ i’d follow you through a thousand storms, quinnie, and i’m sure you know that — but following you to a bathroom ? or… locker room, whatever this is. that’s a level of creepy i’d like to stay away from. ” he scoffs, looking up the ceilings, wondering if he could get past the smoke detectors if he smoked in here. “ — and it pains me deeply that you think of me that way. ”

               quinn   rolled   her   eyes,   albeit   as   confused   as   ever   internally   by   link's   hyperbole.   he   had   a   way   of   saying   the   most   insincere   words   in   the   most   genuine,   charming   way.   it   made   you   second   guess   yourself   —   which   she   suspected   was   exactly   how   they   liked   it.    "be   pained,   then."   she   retorted.   in   her   defence:   it   was   bewildering   to   have   someone   flirt   with   you   privately   and   then   lowkey   act   like   you   didn't   exist   with   an   audience.   

               she   noted   the   box   of   cigarettes   in   their   hand.   the   blonde   stood   up   and   stretched   her   arms   in   an   arc   before   making   link   an   offer.   "lend   me   a   smoke   and   i'll   show   you   an   old   private   school   trick."

         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.

ironlvngs​:

     link stopped in his tracks at the sound of someone calling behind him — assuming it was for him since there was no one else around the entrance and exit of the library. turning around to be met by quinn, with his abandoned laptop charger in between her hands. “ thanks. not that it matters, my laptop’s… busted again. ” what else can you expect from a shitty second hand laptop from craigslist ? but it was all link can afford, and he needed one if he was ever going to pass his classes. he was in a mood, his mind only on how the fuck he was going to get a new one now. “ so it’s kind of useless. sweet of you to chase me out here, though. ” he still teases, though, with a grin. 

          ———      ⁂      Since the night of the pool party, an awkward silence had fallen upon Quinn and Link's usually busy text thread: some unspoken agreement not to talk about the events of that night. She had come onto him, all perfume and kisses that she actually enjoyed, pulled their tops off and then ran off with his. No word, no warning. Just wanting hands that suddenly fled. She hated G for making her their fool. Handing over the charger, Quinn's smile was muted.

         ❝  I have a  spare  MacBook  Pro  from  last  year's  release  if  you  want  it.  ❞

aceofportsmouth·:

- where: greer's pool party - when: october 25th, early in the evening - who: open starter

The pool felt amazing. It had been a long since he’d been swimming. It never hurt to get some exercise in so he began doing some laps, dodging any of the other swimmers. He breached the water, shaking the excess of like a dog. Movement caught his eye nearby the ledge. Why weren’t they swimming? Feeling social, Booker swam towards the ledge, propping his arms on the side, looking up at the person. “I think you’re suppose to get in the water at a pool party.” He said with a cheeky grin. “If you need a push, I’m more than willing.”

               the   closest   quinn   was   getting   to   the   pool   was   to   sit   on   the   edge,   staring   down   her   nose   at   the   hullaballoo   of   her   classmates   in   the   water.   for   all   their   youthful   anarchy   she   knew   if   her   cousin   were   to   walk   through   those   doors   this   minute   they   would   all   stand   to   attention   like   the   obedient   dogs   they   were.   save   a   few,   perhaps.   she   was   off   in   her   own   fault-finding   thoughts   when   she   realised   one   of   those   very   whelps   was   talking   to   her.   her   eyes   narrowed. "lay   a   hand   on   me   and   you'll   be   in   a   jail   cell   quicker   than   you   can   say   attempted   assault."