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* 📲 imssg to: axel

DOM: u up?

DOM: i have titos ...

AXEL: yeah

AXEL: i have titos too....

AXEL: i also have a tyler with me rn. he brought don julio 😌😋

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bennymclaren‌:

the first game’s win was a sort of new electricity even now running rapidly and ferociously across whoever supported the team’s veins. the mascot was a big symbol of their pride, of a lot of what the town stood for, and something told him that a glimpse over the panther’s head was surely going to hurt the wrong person’s feelings.  “hey right back, panther,” he smirks, yet a playful eye roll follows due to her words. “if you must know, my doctor said i’ve grown a full inch since last time. now, i won’t tell you where, because i’m a gentleman.” his smirk grows bigger in size, showcasing the playfulness behind his words, his teammate’s chuckles blending in the background amusingly even after having been completely brushed off by the girl moments earlier. then again, their egos were all well feed after last friday. “you carry this thing with you to parties? or was that after-after party a one-on-one with the tiger mascot? because that would explain a lot.” his head tilts to the side, feigning sympathy almost, though the arch in his right brow showcased his distrust, as filled with amusement as it was. “sure did. too much fun, if we’re being honest. got a drink thrown at me, too. never a boring moment.” benny comments with a dismissive shrug, blue eyed gaze locking with emerald’s once more. “you’re totally right there, i’ll admit. you did good out there, but i had to make an extra good impression at the first game. the next one? the star player and MVP are all yours.”

             𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐒, 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 body to face him. her head tilts slightly as green hues dance around chiselled features before they’re shamelessly dropping to the boy’s lap, intentionally staying for a beat too long before they’re darting back to meet blue orbs  . “  so HAPPY for you  ,  benny  .  ”  she gushes, hand falling onto his thigh as she ushers out a honeyed smile. she sounds as if he’d just told her he’d bought a new car or got a new job . “  that brings your dick size to what ?  it’s gotta be AT LEAST 3.75 inches, now? i guess i’ll  RETURN  that dick pumper i was saving for your birthday  .  think they’ll let me return it for a BLOW UP doll instead  ? ”  her lips tilt into a smirk, before she’s loosing out a laugh, fingers sliding off his thigh  “  GROSS , no  .  the guy in the tiger mascot smelt like viagra and old spice -- i’d ask if you were PLAYING double agent on us benny blue eyes  ,  but i SAW you on the field  . ”  her bottom lip falls victim to white canines as she releases a teasing grin in his direction; hard for the girl to ever give a serious or honest answer  . “ --- i did MATCH with their qb on tinder  ,  though  . think it would SPARK a war like something out of west side story or romeo and juliet  .  if i had a LITTLE fun with him  ,  do i have the kind of face that would LAUNCH a thousand ships  ?  ”  she juts her chin up towards him and she’s animated with the way she talks,  like a tv character playing it up for the in studio audience.  “   TRAGIC  .  ”  she scorns in his honor  ,  but she can’t wipe the amusement that falls onto her features  “  who’d you piss off to get a drink THROWN at you  ?  had  i seen you  ,  i would’ve INVITED you to the after-after party  .  started in my loft and made it ALL the way up to the roof top  .  ”  there’s an innuendo wedged into her syllables  ,  “ turned from a panther into wolf at the stroke of four am and HOWLED at the stars  .  ”

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fostersfm‌:

              𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐂   𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆   from   a   pair   of   apple   earphones   so   old   that   they   might   be   worth   bartering   at   a   civil   war   antique   shop   seems   to   be   a   fitting  soundtrack   for   the   occasion.   there’s   nothing   that   gives   foster   the   same   feeling   reminiscent   of   a   piece  of   bacon   s i z z l i n g   to   a   crisp   quite   like   the   glare   of   the   texas   sun   in   late   september.   he   spares   a   squinted   glance   in   the   vague   direction   of   up   just   to   earn   himself   a   friendly   fuck   you   from   headache   that   pounds   in   his   temples   as   soon   as   the   sun   sucker - punches   his   retinas.   like   no   christmas   he’s   ever   experienced,   his   second   gift   comes   as   a  pleasant   wave   of   nausea   and   foster   makes   his   daily   broken   promise   of   being   DONE with   stupid   fucking   decisions   for   the   day.   he   tugs   the   aged   yellow   bill   of   his   snapback   further   down   over   ardent   locks   and   braves   an   attempt   to   listen   to  axel   before   she   decides   to   use   the   school-sanctioned   fursuit   to   bludgeon   him.        ‘   the   dean   might   push   to   get   it   retired   just   so   he   can   add   it   to   his   spank   bank,  which   actually   might   be   the   one   thing   that’ll   get   you   back   into   good   standing.   ’   with   the   utter   gift   of   realization,   what   first   starts   as   facetious   shifts   into   something   a   little   more   promising   as   thad   and   chad   (   his   affectionately - dubbed   dynamic   duo   of   semi - functional   neurons   )   kick   into   gear.   ‘SHIT,   you   know   what–   i’ll   take   that   incriminating   evidence   off   of   your   hands   for   nothing   more   than   a   thank   you.   since   i’ve   come   to   consider   you   acquaintance-adjacent,   i’ll   even   let   you   send   me,   like,   a   twenty  -  buck   venmo   charge   once   i   win   the   lotto.   ’

              “   𝐇𝐎𝐓  .  ” 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 out dryer than the sahara desert, it’s paired with a ghost of a smile that threatens prominent cheekbones to be tugged upwards.  “  the panther suit in general is what his WILDEST and wettest dreams are made of  ,  or ME in the panther suit  ?  squeezing my hooves ,  or paws -- or whatever,  into a pair of fuck-me heels and giving him a lap dance  ? ---  say me  and stroke my EGO  ,  foster, or i’ll POUT for the rest of the day  .  ”  there’s no filter with the syllables that flit out of her mouth, letting whatever her brain conjures up roam freely,  speaking it into existence even if it should be anything but. shaped brows pull together as she listens to his next set of words, by nature she holds the panther head slightly farther from his reach  .  “  hold it  ,  FIRE BUSH  .  ”  she raises her freehand, palm up in his direction  ,  “  -- what the fuck are you even TALKING about  ?  while i would love to toss this thing into a fire or into a well to keep a LOST BOY company  and get rid of it forever ,  i don’t trust giving it to YOU  .  whatever you do  -- i just know you’re gonna LEAVE a trail of bright neon colored breadcrumbs and it’s gonna lead back to me  .  ”  she pauses, curiousity getting the best of her as it often did  .  “ ---  go on ,  though. PITCH your idea to me like a contestant on a tv show and i’ll play JUDGE like simon cowell .  ”

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ur anon isn't on but i am BOLD- pick the top three hottest people in dillon

while i’ll admit the boys are nice to look at, they really ain’t got nothing on @gifms  ,  @joanncs  &  @reneekline  . 

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gifms‌:

° · ◞‌  𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊   ,   𝒂   .

                                                          after  her  weekend  bender  ,  georgia  needs  a  debrief  with  axel  over  lots  &  lots  of  coffee  .  her  head  has  been  pounding  all  day  ,  a  steady  throb  making  sure  she  never  forgot  about  it  .  before  ,  though  ,  axel  had  to  drop  off  her  costume  .  a  task  georgia  gladly  agreed  to  partake  in  ,  eager  to  get  out  of  her  own  head  &  hang  out  with  the  brunette  .  adjusting  her  makeshift  backpack  for  the  day  ,  a  navy  longchamp  bag  slung  over  one  shoulder  ,  she  peers  over  at  the  brunette  .  her  mocha  hues  drift  down  towards  the  panther’s  head  –  free  hand  covering  the  smile  she  can’t  fight  .  laughter  tumbling  out  ,  georgia  turning  away  as  if  embarrassed  by  her  own  behavior  as  axel  continues  to  talk  .  “  after  the  way  we  handled  them  on  the  field  ,  ‘m  almost  certain  they’d  believe  foul  play  .  ”  she  replies  ,  re-gaining  control  as  her  fingers  brush  against  the  now  dry  paint  .  “  ‘m  thinkin’  ya  found  your  way  out  ,  ‘cause  honestly  ‘ve  been  tellin’  my  father  we  need  an  upgrade  ,  but  .  ”  her  brow  furrows  ,  acridity  lacing  her  tone  ,  “  we  all  know  ‘ve  got  no  sway  in  that  department  .  ”  her  mood  lifts  ,  “  ‘d  help  ya’  sell  that  story  ,  though  .  ‘d  make  quite  the  eye  witness  .  i  bet  if  we  just  bat  our  lashes  &  pretend  to  be  distraught  we’d  get  ya’  a  new  costume  like  that  .  ”  her  fingers  snap  together  ,  giggling  .  “  ‘sides  ,  it  wouldn’t  be  a  good  look  for  the  reignin’  state  champs  if  our  mascot  looked  like  he’d  been  the  loser  in  a  fight  .  ”  she  says  firmly  ,  focusing  her  attention  back  on  axel  .

          𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐀’𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 infectious as it rings out into the september evening before it’s being intertwined, dancing with the laughter that erupts from axel. and it’s a sight that gods would damn themselves for, the image of two giggling girls who have the world at the tips of their toes - feeling and acting immortal, even if they were anything but.  the laughter starts to die out from axel when she notices georgia turn away - trying to tone down her actions, muting the melodic sound that erupts from her and it was little actions like that, that axel wanted to grab georgia by her shoulders and shake the girl. that whatever pageantry bullshit that had gotten instilled in her brain like parasites wasn’t needed, neither were the regular trips to the hair salon. she’d known what it was like to make herself so small to fit into a mold that was created and expected out of her - and wanted to shake georgia out of hers  . “  then we’ll go to whoever is ABOVE your dad  ,  100%  we could sway ANYONE if we really needed to  . -- gi , you’re like the BONNIE to my CLYDE  ,  ”  she muses, leaning over to plant a kiss on the girl’s temple  ,  “  i knew i could COUNT on you to be my WITNESS and my alibi  .  couldn’t have picked a BETTER girl , i know how GOOD you are with those crocodile tears  .  ” her lips flit into a teasing grin  ,  as she puts the mascot head under her arm again , looping the other with georgia’s  “ hey ,  think there’s such thing as a SEXY mascot  , or are all the hot uniforms RESERVED solely for the cheerleaders  ?  ---  like, they could AT LEAST give me a fuckin’ crop-top to make it a LITTLE more breathable  .  ”

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bennymclaren‌:

when football season was on, fridays and weekends which often followed filled with parties became all a big mixed blur in his brain. the campus and even the whole town would get together in support of the panthers and whilst he was born in a town with a lot of culture and a lot of parties, nothing brought people together quite like football did. the team has been living off of the high for a few days and while a brief hangover brought his mood back down some, a few hours later and he was ready to keep on. these years will truly be something that he’ll gaze upon proudly someday. as much as he loves the sport, his dreams revolved around another thing entirely. after a couple of days of rest, the panthers’s practices were back down, the coach seemingly living off of the same high, yet expectations were supposed to be met more than ever. by the time the practice finished, benny found himself a seat on the bleachers and refused to move, muscles almost in pain after how he has treated himself the past few days. the routine was more than needed, even more so when he nearly destroyed himself in the after party. “yeah, that does sound like hall of fame material.” he answers sarcastically, a smirk written across his features, resting back slightly as his forearms rested across the seat above to support his weight. “how the hell did that happen?”

           𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 from the freshman back-up to the back-up wide receiver is less than satisfactory and has green orbs rolling so far to the back of her head, for a moment it looked like she was committing an act of witch craft. as another voice cuts and stirs her attention, axel sidesteps the younger boy without another word and instead climbs a step towards the bleachers.  “  hey  ,  BENNY BLUE EYES  ,  ”  there’s a smirk that flares onto the edges of her lips ,  “  almost didn’t SEE you there ,   you getting SMALLER ?  ”  shaped brows pull together as she feigns worry, hand reaching out to touch and squeeze gently on his bicep.  there’s a short pause before she’s letting a laugh escape, dropping the mascot head into the row in front of them, taking a seat next to him. emerald hues eye the splotch of bright red before they’re swivelling back to benny, copying his posture and leaning back against the bleachers behind them .  “  the AFTER-AFTER party held at loft du medici got a LITTLE out of fucking hand  ,  the panther got caught in the CROSSFIRE  .  ”  she lifts slender shoulders into a small shrug, before raising a finger, as if her next set of words add to her defense “ ---  i did make sure to COVER his eyes with a pair of lace DELICATES so he hasn’t been EXPOSED to too much anarchy  ,  though  .  ”  she muses, pushing a strand of dark locks off her shoulder, turning to face him . “  you have FUN at the party  ?  certainly DESERVED to let loose a little  . . .   even though i’ve heard whispers and RUMOURS that the star player and MVP of the night SHOULD HAVE hands-down gone to me  , instead  .  ”  

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reneekline‌:

renee  shoots  her  a  skeptical  look  upon  the  statement,  “  only  because  you  don’t  own  a  tiger.  ”  she  retorts,  letting  out  a  snort  of  a  laugh.  maybe  axel  did  own  a  tiger,  it  seemed  like  a  sort  of  statement  she’d  make.  she  watches  for  a  moment  as  axel  seems  deep  in  concentration  before  she  takes  another  spin  in  the  chair.  “  well  that’s  a  wild  image.  ”  she  acknowledges,  face  contorting  into  disgust  for  a  second,  “  but  no.  well,  sort  of,  just  without  the  croissant.  this  must  be  how  olive  felt  in  easy  a.  ”  she  says  the  last  part  with  a  deep  sigh,  it’s  not  like  the  guy  was  any  sort  of  believable  though  so  she  wasn’t  as  much  worried  as  annoyed.  “  julian  blake..  “  she tells her with a scowl.  ”  now  what’s  the  strat  coach ?  do  we  claim  he  has  genital  herpes ?  mix  estrogen  into  his  protein  powder ?  deliver  a  vague  threat  and  fill  the rest  of  his  life  with  the  imminent  fear  of  reprisal ?   ”

          “ 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄  ,  ”  amusement crowns her lips in the form of a teasing grin,  “  the tiger’s BACK in southlake  .  say the WORD and i’ll go and pick jasper up.  ”  the words tumble out of axel’s lips with ease, thickly coated in nonchalance; and even if you knew there was no way the medici girl could ever own a tiger, the way she strung up her words for anyone to hang onto, always had a piece of you questioning the ounce of truth in them. her lips purse into a scowl of their own at the mention of his name and the rumor he had spun out onto campus.  “  he BROUGHT you on a lame coffee date and proceeded to tell EVERYONE you sucked him off  ?  he’s a virgin  . 100% julian blake is a VIRGIN . --- i mean, why wouldn’t he AT LEAST have taken you to dinner  , spin you around in his car for a FANCY ride and then ATTEMPTED to make a move  ?  he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s DOING . --- it’s such high school LOCKER ROOM talk  , he’s a fuckin’ ROOKIE  . ”  she puts the pencil down, swivelling all her attention on the girl now  ,  “  if you CLAIM he has genital herpes  , they’re going to THINK you have herpes now  , too  .  ”  she lets a laugh tumble out   ,  before lifting slender shoulders into a shrug  “  tell everyone you choke on SMALL things  , so it couldn’t have POSSIBLY happened with his micro dick  .  write his NUMBER down on the park bench as an ad of sorts --- someone's gonna be willing to TRADE their mouth for some cash  .  ”

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It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless automat of characters. And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don’t have genuine souls. It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.

Gillian Flynn, from Gone Girl (via wishbzne)

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          𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 as panther mascot at friday’s game - albeit, it had taken exactly three shots of tequila and a pop of adderall sliding down her throat and coursing through her veins to get her onto the field in good spirits, she’d still managed to make it through the whole game. the amount of people waltzing up to her bright eyed with excitable grins plastered on their faces had the angle of her jaw tucking sharp as molars descended into a clench behind the mask. -- and had she been able to, each and every single one of the photos she had been featured in  and forced to take, would have had a middle finger sticking up in all her school spirit glory - smack dab in the middle. -- but instead, she had fucking paws for hands and a smile and whiskers permanently stitched onto the headpiece. the second the buzzer rang through the stadium, axel skipped the step of returning the costume into the locker room and instead made a beeline for her ride, heading back to her loft where she’d step out of the costume, leaving it like a snake’s second skin, crumpled on the hardwood floor before heading off to the after party. it wasn’t until monday rolled away that she was carrying it back to the stadium did she realize the big splotch of crimson paint right at the temple of the panther’s head. there was a small laugh wrapped in a scoff that scuttled out of her  ,  “  if i TELL them arnett meade’s tiger murdered the panther in a BRUTAL assassination  ,  do you think they’d induct it into panther HALL OF FAME and retire this fucking thing ?  OR am i just gonna be in shit ?  ” 

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Cassidy, you over-rotated.

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Empire Records dir. Allan Moyle || 1995

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*  ╱ FEAT . @reneekline  & @joanncs

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reneekline‌:

「 • ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ⋮ @axclfm​​. 」

it  wasn’t  unlike  renee  to  get  caught  in  situations  she  hadn’t  asked  or  prepared  for.  she  was  terrible  at  telling  people  no  despite  her  mind  always  going,  no,  absolutely  not.  the  extroverted  part  of  her  always  said,  it’ll  be  fine  and  apparently  that  part  was  quicker  at  reacting.  thus  she  often  found  herself  looking to  her  friends  for  advice,  despite  them  not  always  having  the  most  sane  or  legal  ideas. “  so  say,  theoretically,  you  went  to  grab  coffee  with  a  guy..  ”  renee  began,  as  she  stopped  turning  in  the  office  chair,  putting  one  foot  on  the  ground  lightly.  taking  a  moment  to  put  away  her  phone  before  facing  her  friend  and  continuing.  “  because  i  mean,  i  love  a  good coffee  date.  —  anyway,  what  would  you  do  if  he  started  being  all  big  mouthed  about  stuff  that  didn’t  happen  ?  ”  she  questioned,  raising  a  brow  curiously  at  axel.  apparently  she’d  forgotten  who  she  was  talking  to  for  a  second,  adding  for  good  measure,  “  —  that  doesn’t  involve  a  sudden  disappearance  and  tigers.  ”

          “  --- 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  ,  ”   she interjects between renee’s syllables like an unwanted remix to a song; brows pulled in as she glides a charcoal pencil across her sketchbook. her head’s tilted, focused on her sketch, which is the primary reason why she doesn’t add onto her statement and instead, listens. knees are pulled up, sketchbook cradled between them and her chest, finding the sofa much more comfortable to work on than the desk - at least renee has found use for it. she moves a thumb out, smudging a line, before a shaped brow is lifting, and her gaze pries away from the dark lines on the paper and onto the blue eyed girl in front of her.  “  what do you MEAN stuff that didn’t happen  ?  is he going around TELLING people that you chased a croissant down with his dick  ?  ”  the vulgarity of the words aren’t at all rare for the girl  , “  what’s his NAME ?  ”