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Rex Orange County- UNTITLED

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Still concentrating on getting his breathing back to normal, Sean didn’t even know how long he had stared at the blonde without moving again or saying anything. She probably already thought he was some kind of freak, when he finally forced a little smile on his face. “Ok good..”, he simply mumbled, glad that she hadn’t fallen to the ground, given how drunk she obviously seemed to be. “You should probably check your clothes before you wear them to work in that case.. or in every case!”, he finally added, his smile a little wider than it had been before, “Then you wouldn’t have to lie to anyone.”

With a crinkled nose, Bambi couldn’t help but find herself curious for why a guy would be breathing so hard after walking out of an alley - it was very sketchy, and had she been sober it was probably a more likely outcome that she would’ve taken off as soon as possible... but his gaze seemed kind enough - Bambi trusted eyes more than anything. The quick flicker, the feeling of looking into nothing - neither he was guilty of, so she kept in place. “Well, I mean... no, see -” She sighed, recognizing that she hadn’t explained herself very well. “This is my favorite dress. I wear this dress a lot, but i spilled something on it, and I’m sure that it’s gonna stain, and I see all the posts online about magically removing stains, but it never works for me, and I’m probably not gonna remember this, anyways, so either I toss the dress or I try to get the stain out, only to fail, only to wear it anyways because it’s my favorite, and-” Well, her words weren’t making sense, but they were to her. That was what mattered. “Oh! Question... what was the last lie you told? Mine was that this is my favorite dress. It’s probably my fifth favorite.”

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hi hi this is just a post about how i finally made a official lil connections page HERE, and if u see anything u think ur character might work for lmk!! 

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And I’m down on my hands and knees begging you please, baby, show me your world.

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“Oh, god,” Bambi groaned, covering her face with her hands the second that the elevator suddenly jerked to a stop. The lights flickered, and maybe she would’ve found the whole thing more terrifying if she wasn’t so annoyed. There was only one other person trapped with her, and with a huff she was kicking the elevator doors, doing so before she really even considered pressing the emergency button. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered before finally hitting the button for the emergency, taking a small step back as she leaned against the back of the elevator. “I totally have the worst luck ever.” Maybe she was being dramatic, but that was really just her general style of attitude always. “I only have... ten minutes before I’m beyond fashionably late and I’m just rude.”

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yan-xinque:

Sunday nights were the worst for people in clubs, Yan had lived through it, been in these kind of clubs enough times to know Sundays were the worst. And he was right once again. He spend some free hours filling in for one of his palls from back when he wasn’t working for Olivia. It was a quiet night, but there was always one or two strays staying until after the bar closed, ordering an other drink. Yan sat down next to the first stray, and gently moved the drink away. “I think you’ve had enough.” He concluded. 

“Uh... mind your business?” Pouting dramatically as her drink was being moved away, Bambi was definitely not a fan of being cut off. “I know my limits, and you don’t know my limits, so that makes me super right and you super wrong,” she responded, reaching out for her drink back. Even with a dizzy head and her slurred words. “Do you feel bad when people cry? Because I’m totally, like... gonna start crying right now and you’re gonna have to deal with it unless you give me that back. Your choice.”

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eloise-royce:

Birthdays used to be fun; presents, cake, candy, friends–they were all a child looked forward too. Getting older meant new freedom: cars, voting, rated r movies, drinking–but as Eloise stumbled down the street, all she could think about was how much longer until this goddamn day was over. In all reality, her birthday wasn’t terrible and turning 31 wasn’t like turning 50. In the last month, she had found she had a birth mom, then found out she died, she also left behind a son who happened to be her half brother, she had landed in the hospital and found out she couldn’t have a biological family. The normally responsible and careful Eloise Royce had snapped, leaving her with wild and reckless Elle–drinking and bar hoping to forget all of lifes woes. As she twirled around the street, she found herself bumping into someone. “Oops! I’m so sorry–my bad!” She hiccuped, smiling. 

Being bumped into, on a regular day, likely would’ve left Bambi scowling. She didn’t like the human contact, and when someone wasn’t paying enough attention to her that they walked right into her, she liked to give a pierce of her mind... unless she was drunk. Drunk Bambi was far different of a girl in comparison, and that much was obvious in how she held her arms out in an attempt to keep the girl upright, even as she struggled to keep her footing herself. “It’s okay. I’m never against bumping into people... or, like, pretty girls, I should say.” Kind of a lie, but alcohol also gave her a confidence to be more flirty than usual, her smile crooked. “Are you having a good night? It totally seems like you are.”

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       “What – no, nothing. It’s just that when you said you were good at pool I actually took your word for it. But it’s okay, we can’t all be good at everything right?” Ryan teased somewhat playfully, his attempts to suppress the laughter that built in his throat failing miserably.

    “You’re so rude.” There was an ever so slight pout forming on Bambi’s lips, even as he gaze focused on the balls in front of her, and the point of her stick. “Little do you know, I’m just waiting for your confidence to go through the roof so you’ll bet money, and then I’m gonna kick your ass.”  She paused. “Not in pool. I mean literally, I’m gonna kick it and steal the money if it’s high enough for me to worry about the repercussions later. I can live somewhere else. Maybe Sydney,” she said after a pause, with a dreamy sigh to follow, before finally hitting the ball and watching as nothing fell in. She groaned. “You sure you don’t wanna just play tic-tac-toe instead? I’m really good at that.”

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natebowen:

     The face is not unfamiliar, neither is what the other is doing taken as a threat nor offensive, but Nathaniel would implode if he didn’t shoot the so wanted question at the other. “ I wouldn’t normally ask but considering it’s past midnight I’ll have to .. what are you doing ? ”  

     “Minding my business,” Bambi said, an eyebrow raised at the man, though it came off harsher than she initially intended. She paused, trying to crack somewhat of a smile. Her father hadn’t really taught her manners, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t willing for some self-lessons. “What are you doing? Or, should I ask, what are you not doing?” There was no real reason for her to be defensive other than the fact that she was doing something only kids were ‘allowed’ to do, she supposed, but she liked sidewalk chalk. It made things look more lively, even if it was quick to wash away in the rain. “I’m not drunk, if that’s what you’re wondering... I was just coming home from buying all the chalk, and I wanted to... test it out. The moonlight doesn’t do it as much justice as sunlight, though. Why? Do you want in on the action? Or are you just nosy?”

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seanxxmurray:

Even though it was already later in the evening, luckily it was still pretty warm when Sean was walking through streets of the city. He didn’t really want to go anywhere specific, the man simply enjoyed the fact, that the city wasnt that packed anymore during this time of the day. His hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, clenching his fist to stop them from slightly shaking, he turned right, heading towards the Thames again. He had only made a few steps though, when he bumped straight into someone who had obviously just left a pub, whose entrance was at the side of the small alleyway. Immediately jumping to the side, his eyes opened wide in fear before quickly trying to calm down again when he realised that there was no reason to panick. “Sorry!”, he simply mumbled in a quiet voice, still heavily breathing.

Arms crossed behind her back, Bambi was on her way home. She didn’t go out a lot, but she’d wanted a drink, and now there was a very slight stumble in her walk. She was focused on her feet, the way her heels were clicking against the pavement as she tried to walk in a straight line. It took everything in her not to fall back when she ran into the stranger, her eyes widened as she stumbled back. “... you’re fine,” she got out, squinting suspiciously at how strongly he reacted. Or maybe her drunk mind was exaggerating it. She really couldn’t tell. “I didn’t fall and I’m still squeaky clean. Well... except that I spilled my drink on me in there, look,” she said, pouting as she pointed to a spot on her dress. “It’s so sad... what if I where this to school and the kids ask what it is and I have to lie to them? I’m not a good liar,” she rambled, clearly drunk enough that she didn’t know when to shut up.

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cleoarchibald:

“I think I’m going to die,” Cleo mumbled while spraying water on her chest and shoulders with a spray water bottle. She always had difficulties handling the heat and London was slowly getting unbearable. Especially when she spent hours in a car without air conditioning on tracks, testing tyres without drinking a drop of water. Now, she really felt dizzy, almost like fainting. “Fuck, can you get me a glass of water, please?”

“Sounds dramatic. Can you die over there? I really don’t wanna see a death right in front of my eyes.” She sounded cruel, though biting down on a carrot, she tilted her head when the other asked for a glass of water. That was when she actually realized the slight genuine-ness of what she had initially considered dramatics, and, after a pause, she was moving over to do so, grabbing the girl’s wrist and trying to lead her inside with her. Air conditioning was probably a good start. Leading her to sit down, Bambi made her a glass, holding it out to her. “You should really start carrying around a water bottle, or something. There’s not always gonna be someone to save you. Especially not anyone as cute as me, which is an added shame.”

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andyswatts:

Andy was sitting behind the counter in the shop as usual, waiting for customers to come in and check out. It was a GORGEOUS sunny day outside, and though she was fond of such days, there was also the downside of extreme heat taking more of toll on her with her condition. But she was fine inside the cool shop and was actually happy to hear the familiar jingle at the door as someone walked in. Sometimes it was a customer, other times someone just looking for direction. Either way she ALWAYS gave a smile and greeting. “Good afternoon –– can I help you with anything?” 

Bambi had become somewhat of a regular in the bookstore, as surprised as probably most of her peers in high school would’ve been to have that knowledge. She’d liked books, however, even then - though it was kept secret, but especially as she got older and became even less fond of conversation with people. Glancing over when Andy spoke, she raised a brow before stepping closer. “Hi,” she started, sucking in a breath as she looked around. “I don’t know, can you? I mean... I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Just something fun to read, maybe full of adventure. I’m not too focused on the romance, hard pass especially if there’s a triangle involved. Too much drama for me. They always just have a beauty versus personality aspect in it, like you can’t find people with both. It’s dumb,” she complained. Finally, she finally met Andy’s gaze, officially, tilting her head to the side. “Sorry, uh... anything come to mind?”

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hi angels!! i’m alex and this is bambi!! i’ll put a bit about her under the cut but i’m super excited to rly start writing w/ all of you. just like this and i’ll message u to plot!!!

bambi was born into a rich family, and sometimes that definitely shows. her father was the real money maker of the family, and when her parents got divorced, she’d stayed with him. she sees her mother... every now and then. they definitely don’t have a close bond because her mother has a lot of issues of her own.

everything was good ( aka bambi was getting super spoiled ) up until her father re-married... and again... and again. a lot of step moms came into bambi’s life, all of them slowly getting closer to her own age as the years went by. weird af. it put a lot of distance between her and her father, as well.

she never really had friends in school. she tried, but she tended to try for the more popular crowds, which in the end would ‘allow’ her only to mock her and play pranks on her. one of the worst was a group of girls ‘accidentally’ spilling a drink all over her, forcing her to shower, and then taking away all her clothes. bambi had to try and run to a bedroom but they had her crush there and just Super humiliated her in front of him. from then on, she’s been pretty anti-people.

she’s a clever girl!!! but that depends on if you get her to really open up or not. her general personality is kinds deadpan, but when she’s comfortable she can get a lot more bratty and lively. 

bambi isn’t her real name but her real name is something she hates ( henrietta ), so she’s gone by bambi most of her life.

her father paid for her to move to london, and paid for general expenses but once she got her job as a music teacher at a local elementary school, she started taking care of herself. which she surprisingly really likes. not as extravagant as the life she had before, but she’s happy w/ it!!

ok that’s all i can think to put but like this and i’ll message u <3

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Clueless (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling

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