Montyrichler·:

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.  ❞

Curtains (1983) dir. Richard Ciupka

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."

BROOKLYN NINE NINE SEASON 4 EPISODE 16

isabellafm​:

Bella stopped in her tracks, sighing, rolling her eyes, the works because, oh my god — “Proud of you for your good deed, Sandra Dee, but that’s totally not mine.” She poked her head towards the pencil case in Quinn’s hand; it was a tacky orange color, completely outside of her color scheme, and god forbid she ever used mechanical pencils. Good lord. “Though, I’m not against opening it up and digging through. Might be some goodies inside, y’know?” 

          ———      ⁂      Quinn blinked at being called Sandra Dee. She'd heard it before. Her jaw clenched, wanting to react but knowing it wasn't worth it with Bella. ❝ Oh, ❞ she held back. The pencil case had been sitting by Bella in the library but must've been left before she arrived. Quinn pulled her arm in and held the item close to her chest, pulling a frown at the fellow legacy. ❝ I think not. ❞

coz that’s soooo much cooler.

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

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