#qweenbeeb

[fxntasmagoria]

[ ART ] — sender paints receiver's fingernails while both are stoned for Pete.

Pete held his hand still for her and just quietly watched for a long moment. It was a heavy head high but he was enjoying himself as he smoked on a cigarette. "Cant believe i let you paint them a different color than black." He finally spoke but flipped his hair out his eyes and smiled at her. "They look good though. Better than my paint job."

[pinkbcrett]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐑. 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝒇𝒕. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔. @qweenbeeb

[atakeflight]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋, 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊, she still barely spoke much. The moment she spoke, people would usually flock around her, the mysterious kid finally said a word. It made her anxious (all that attention), and worried --- and her therapist told her that was okay. She moved through the corridor a mixture of 'hellos' and 'dude' were heard. The fact that some people still didn't realise she was a girl ... it was both sweet (that they didn't assume) but also concerning. She had even started to grow out her hair, hang out with the girls more, but, she still wanted people to like her and maybe ... They wouldn't like her if she was a girl. She had grown to like all her friends and she didn't want to lose them.

Her eyes darted over to the one she was looking for. She needed fashion advice and Bebe was the prettiest girl at school, and the best dressed, by far. ❛ ____ ❜ She took a deep breathe and tried again. She knew the other wasn't the biggest fan of the notepad. ❛ ____ hi bebe. i-i-i-i- .... n-n-eed help... ❜

NEW KID STARTER CALL. (@qweenbeeb) / accepting.

[lcstpaths]

SHE'S UNIMPRESSED. But then again, Red rarely is. "I can play nice as long as she does, yeah?" It was the deal she'd insist on making, placing the blame on Wendy even though she knows it's not entirely the other girl's fault. But it wasn't entirely her fault either, so why should she shoulder all of it? "I've always been willing to play nice if it comes down to it, you know?" But Wendy always seemed ready to fight, at least when it came to her. So, naturally, her defenses went up.

Honestly, she never understood how she ended up being the peacemaker when Nicole was the better choice; she was much more level-headed and in this dilemma, she wasn't biased like Bebe was. It wasn't fair, but she tended to lean towards Wendy in situations like this, mainly because Wendy was the person she was closest to. With an exasperated sigh, the blonde cocked her head to the side, gaze focused on the redhead. "She might, but you can't say it isn't warranted, because you do the exact same thing." The blonde smirked as she crossed her arms. "Look, I'll talk to Wendy too but please, for my sake, let's try to play nice today."

[milslarsen]

@qweenbeeb said "i tried to talk him out of it." from here

The boys were currently scaling the walls of the club, full-on Spider-Man attempts to crawl up a brick wall as if they had super glue on their hands. It hadn't been all of them at first, but apparently the new security was extremely good at identifying fake IDs and nearly every boy had been rejected at the door. All it took was one of them to whip up the idea of climbing to the rooftop club to sneak in..and of course, the rest of them all agreed it was an amazing idea.

Millie blinked once. Twice. As if blinking hard would somehow explain the cacophony of male grunting and swearing as they fell several feet to the ground. Most times, all it took for the girls was some eyelash batting and good boob tape to make bouncers open the doors.

"I don't think there's any talking them out of this, Bebe..."

[dustified]

oh holy shit i still have three spots left. insane @multibg @gvesnofux @smackstheshtouttayou @qweenbeeb <3

[milleroptimism]

@qweenbeeb

"C'mere, kid. I'm your parents now."

[stmulnts-a]

@qweenbeeb : ( sms ) : you know how you totally adore me?

[ ➥ Bebe💅 ] what di dyou do [ ➥ Bebe💅 ] plsase tell me it isn tactualy all that bad

[liminaltm-a]

@qweenbeeb

― ♕ 「  Smoke  burns  the  back  of  his  throat  .  Curls  up  into  the  night  to  nest  in  the  pines  above  their  head  .  Bebe  is  highlighted  by  the  moon  ,  and  the  dim  lights  of  the  town  .  」  How  was  he  so  lucky  as  to  have  her  here  with  him  ?  She  was  just  so…  genuine  .  It  was  just  easier  to  accept  that  she  actually  wanted  him  there  .  It  was  easy  to  feel  like  he  was  bothering  the  guys  …  But  Bebe?  Something  about  that  smile  of  hers  just  made  him  feel  safe  .  Like  he  was  right  where  he  needed  to  be .

Eventually,  he  knew  ,  she  would  grow  tired  of  him  too  .  One  day  that  smile  isn’t  going  to  have  the  same  light  ,  and  that’s  when  he  will  know  he’s  overstayed  his  welcome  .  He’s  so  afraid  of  that  day  .  Desperately  he  wants  to  just  show  her  all  of  the  bad  in  him  ,  to  chase  her  away  .  So  at  least  that  way  it’s  on  his  own  terms  .  

Yet  somehow  he  still  ends  up  like  this  ,  all  the  time  .  Head  in  her  lap  with  her  fingers  in  his  hair  .  As  they  bitch  and  gossip  under  the  night  sky  .  Smoke  filling  their  lungs  .

❝  I  wish  that  I  could  never  know  …  how  long  you’ll  stay  before  you  go  .  ❞   

[thatdamnfirebrand]

“By the power vested in Queen Beebs...!”

“I am now Redhot! No one else can use it though, that’s her nickname for me!”

[fxntasmagoria]

“ wanna stay for breakfast? “ For Michael.

"Yeah actually. Usually my breakfast is just a cigarette and coffee." Michael said, leaning over to peck her cheek before fishing out a cigarette and going over to smoke by the window. "Im going to a poetry reading tonight with the gang. Want me to come by after or are you doing something with the girls?"

[pinkbcrett]

❛ ━━ what? pfft, no clue what you're talking about Bebe... How could I be Wendy we look nothing a like. I mean we both have long hair, but --- I just moved here from Seattle. ❜ Even she could hear how obvious this was at this point, but they still had made no progress on how to get her home and now they had to worry about Bebe knowing as well? ❛ ━━ you think I'm from some alternative reality or something? come on Bebe don't be ridiculous. ❜

we spoke about bebe finding out once soo.... | @qweenbeeb

[atakeflight]

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[dustified]

“You'd buy me pizza? For realsies?” Yep. That's what he's focused on. Free food. “Shit girl I'll drive. Where we goin'? Li'l Caesar's? The Hut? Domino's?” He draped an arm over her shoulders, tugging her in like a little side - hug. “C'mon. 'Zza is way better than some fucked up shake anyway.”

"I mean, I could give you some cash if you really want another one. But they look fucking disgusting, Ken." The color alone was enough to keep her from ordering one, much less trying one. "Or you can go with me to grab a slice of pizza. I'm buying." She smirked, shrugging her shoulders in the process. "Completely up to you, big guy."

[heliosbloomed]

💬

"Is there something you want to tell me, Babe?" It wasn't that Bebe was lying to her and she knew that but something just felt missing to when they talked like she was out of the loop somehow. "I know we haven't really talked since I got here but you can still tell me anything."

@qweenbeeb

[lcstpaths]

@qweenbeeb​ said :  ‘ who did that to you? ’  for Butters!

His lips pressed together a touch as he withheld the urge to flinch when she pressed the ice against his cheekbone     -     IT WAS DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO GIVING HIM A FULL ON BLACK EYE,     though he supposed he should be thankful for that it’d just been a blackening bruise. A moment later, he replaced her grip on the ice with his own, so she didn’t have to worry about holding it there. “Ah jeez, Bebe - it was just the guys, they didn’t mean it.     It was an accident,     they’d never do it on purpose.” At least, that’s what he kept telling himself, because he didn’t even want to think about what it meant if they     had     done it on purpose.