@defavorise

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."

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

Don’t be so hard on yourself.

g: you try so hard, quinn. but the truth is, you still always resented me, didn’t you? g: well, let’s see if we can fix that. i dare you to actually let loose and have some fun - go convince someone to switch tops with you. 

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?"

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

Catherine Chidgey, from 'Remote Sympathy'

JESSICA SULA in PANIC

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