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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.

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY 2.01 - Development Day

coz that’s soooo much cooler.

THE DROPOUT (2022) ⦿ S01E01 “I’m in a Hurry”

Hayley Williams — Simmer

Newest scrap jumper from some of my leftover yarns

          ———      ⁂      Quinn had spent the day now gone at her apartment in town. She needed to decompress. The amount of studying she was forcing herself to do wasn't healthy. She knew that, she did, and yet she carried on. Part of it was the same anxiety she had carried her whole life: that at some point, she would get complacent and fail horribly for everyone to see. She had come so close a few times. Mostly it was a distraction. If Quinn worked herself to the bone, there wouldn't be time to think about her missing cousin, the heightened public interest in her family, her tangled feelings. It had taken accidentally crashing in the library last night for her to finally take a day off. Was it a waste of a day? Absolutely. But that was what she needed. Challenging herself to a chocolate macaron recipe by Pierre Hermé, the sun had long set by the time she had 24 little iced meringues she was content enough with. 

                                     Walking back to campus, sealed tupperware hugged tightly in her arms, Quinn was wrapped in a thick woollen coat that grazed her ankles. She imagined she might cut an intimidating figure in the shadows if she wasn't the height of nothing. The sophomore hadn't noticed it was Ollie walking ahead of her until he turned around. She grinned.                        ❝ Would you like to bleed out fast and get it over with           or nice and slow so you can ponder over all your terrible life choices ? ❞

Near the dorms, Late Wednesday Night. ( open ! )

It was colder outside than Ollie had thought as he walked from the dorms to the nearby 7-11 to get a Big Gulp late at night, and back again. He’d spent more than enough time in his room, really only leaving for one of two reasons. Going to class, or visiting Monty(/replenishing his supply). But he couldn’t last all week in a dark room sitting in front of a computer screen working out this phone tracking issue, and sorting out any pre mid-term issues he was having before that time of the year came up out of no where, like it seemed to every year. It was one of the busiest times of the year for his business, but also one of the most lucrative, so he wouldn’t complain. It was nice to get some fresh air, despite the nearly freezing temperatures as he walked along the campus sidewalk back towards Waverly, chewing on the bright red straw from the large plastic cup in his hand, slowing when he started to notice foot steps behind him. “Please tell me you’re following me because you’re planning on stabbing me, that will solve so many of my problems,” he said, turning to see who it was behind him. “Please?”

parisadavani·:

closed starter for @quinneths· when: tuesday, october 25th; early in the night where: on the bleachers by the school pool

“Here, try this,” Parisa encouraged, passing a cup to Quinn as she sat down next to the blonde. “Sprite, lemonade, and grenadine. I wish these events catered more to us,” she mentioned with a pout, at least glad that Quinn was also interested in mocktails. “You look stunning, by the way. Purple is an excellent choice.” The color of royalty, a subtlety that may have gotten to Greer had she been at her own birthday party. “It’s certainly a choice to have a party on a school night, but I guess Greer would’ve had it no other way. Are you planning on taking a dip in the pool?”

               she   took   the   drink   but   hesitated   putting   it   to   her   lips,   ever   wary   of   accidental   spiking,   until   parisa   confirmed   its   ingredients.   the   pair   often   gravitated   towards   each   other   at   events   like   this.   they   both   abstained   from   alcohol   and   neither   asked   those   irritating   questions   on   the   matter   of   each   other.   the   scent   of   pomegranate   and   lemons   flirted   with   quinn’s   nose   and   she   took   a   sip.   she   thought   sprite   and   lemonade   were   essentially   the   same   but   it   tasted   pleasant   enough.   

               the   blonde   got   more   comfortable   against   the   velvet   two   seater,   not   once   questioning   the   mystery   of   how   it   ended   up   in   the   natatorium. “the   birthday   girl   isn’t   here   to   persuade   me,”   quinn   answered,   a   little   spite   in   her   tone.   “so   that   would   be   a   no.   please   don’t   tell   me   you   are…   god   knows   if   anyone’s   showered.”

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