#ft. maggie

[plantgirlpops]

TEXTING: MAGGIE

Poppy: Hey Maggie! :D Poppy: Sorry for texting you on your day off, I know that's like a tooooootal no-no!!! Poppy: Do ya have a sec?

[ameliabartons]

TEXTING: JAFFIE 🥵💦

Amelia: Hey! Amelia: So! Amelia: Things I know: You're insanely beautiful and at some point or another last weekend I told you that I wanted to kiss your face. Amelia: Things I am unsure on: Is your name ACTUALLY Jaffie or was that a slightly insane drunken typo?

[persephoneacts]

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Dragged my best boy along to see @maggiemeichance kick ass at a solo show. I love these beautiful people

[perkyparker]

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Happy International Women's day to some, but not all, of the sensational women in my life!

[marcusmixes]

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Cool shot from today's session. Cooking up something special with @maggiemeichance.

[blakeharrow]

closed starter | @rcsesnoir

location: blake's appartment

"Okay I need to ask you something and I need you to be real and honest and truthful with me. Can you do that?" Blake asked, a beer in hand as she dramatically laid across her swinging chair. It was right in the window, the perfect place to contemplate life. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

[shatteredgossip]

@blakefields: WHAAAAAAAAAAAATT????? @prblakeactor @maggiemeichance lesbian era????????? no way fr

[perkyparker]

TEXTING: MAGGIE Matthew: No, you shouldn't. Matthew: It would make you feel better to know more about the personal life of the girl I have a crush on? Matthew: Sure.

TEXTING: MATTY Maggie: everyone's got heartbreak, baby. she'll get that. Maggie: ... do you think i should? Maggie: so, no harm done if so? it would make me feel better.

[plantgirlpops]

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jan dumpy dump 🌻😘📸🪩🌹😍

[ameliabartons]

Amelia’s head was spinning – no doubt a direct response to both the alcohol she’d consumed, as well as the way she’d spent half her night twisting and turning on the dance floor, colliding with bodies both familiar and not. As she’d come to an abrupt stop, the whole room still something of a blur, she allowed various hands to guide her away from the dancefloor, noting the familiar touch of Jessie’s pressed to the small of her back, gently pointing her in the direction of a much quieter corner of the room. 

Amy knew she’d probably had a few too many, but when Jess had invited them all out for the night, she figured she might as well make the most of the outing. Jess had been waxing lyrical about some DJ she was currently obsessed with – Charlie, Amelia thought his name might be – and had griped on for about 20 minutes about how boring Jared was and how he, in her own words, hates anything that involves having a little bit of fun. Truthfully, Amelia didn’t understand why she was still dating him, but it was none of her business, so she, Max and Louis had simply smiled and nodded, the latter of the two making polite excuses as to why they couldn’t join them. Never wanting to disappoint anyone, Amelia had agreed with fervor, and the two had spent a large portion of the evening throwing back shots and dancing against sweaty, equally tipsy strangers. 

As the world seemed to finally fall into place, the room no longer turning violently on its axis, Amelia found her footing and began wandering towards a booth that she and Jess had been situated in earlier in the night. As she neared the corner of her room, a familiar face caught her eye, and Amelia lit up at the mere sight of her. 

“Maggie!” she called out excitedly, rerouting herself as she turned towards the pretty girl. 

While the two of them didn’t know each other well enough to be considered friends, Amelia had felt a fondness for the other woman upon their first meeting. Admittedly, a lot of it had been for quite shallow reasons – she was, after all, a raging lesbian with exceptional taste – but after the two had swapped texts here and there, she’d found the musician to be quite funny, too. Luckily, Amelia’s tolerance for alcohol had increased tenfold over the last few years, meaning that though slightly tipsy, she was still of sound enough mind to seek out pretty girls on nights out. 

“You look pretty,” she beamed, as she neared the other girl, her eyes unashamedly trailing up and down her form, taking in her gorgeous figure as well as the cute dress she was wearing. 

It seemed almost criminal that Maggie was currently stood in a corner on her own, nursing an almost empty glass, and not being fawned over by a crowd of pretty girls desperate for her to glance their way. Luckily, Amelia was eager to change that. 

“What are you drinking? My treat.” 

[perkyparker]

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This and that.

[nicfms]

               of  course  this  wasn't  the  way  he  wanted  their  relationship  to  be  -  he  missed  when  they  were  so  close  that  one  couldn't  be  seen  around  without  the  other.   they  had  so  much  trust  between  them  that  it  shocked  him  to  the  core  that  she  chose  to  believe  a  lie  without  even  giving  him  the  benefit  of  the  doubt.  "big  talk  from  someone  who  literally  chose  to  believe  something  that  isn't  even  truth.  you're  the  expert  of  choosing  to  believe  something."  even  though  she  was  beside  him,  he  avoided  to  look  into  her  eyes  or  even  in  her  direction  but  still,  he  reached  out  for  the  cigarette  hanging  on  her  fingers,  letting  it  fall  next  to  feet  a  second  before  he  stepped  on  it.  "if  you  want  to  smoke,  do  it  far  away  from  me.  i  won't  be  here  watching  you  damage  yourself  with  such  a  terrible  habit." 

maggie's  expression  shifted  briefly  at  his  words,  a  mixture  of  hurt  and  defensiveness  flickering  in  her  eyes  before  she  composed  herself.  they  hadn't  seen  each  other  in  quite  some  time,  let  alone  had  a  productive  conversation  and  in  all  honesty  she  hadn't  expected  it  to  have  such  a  strong  effect  on  her.  "  i'm  not  making things  up,  "  she  asserted  firmly  despite  her  slightly  inebriated  state,  her  voice  carrying  a  hint  of  frustration.  "  but  if  that's  what  you  choose  to  believe  nic,  then  i can't  stop  you.  "  it  was  true,  even  though  his  words  had  hit  a  nerve  it  wasn't  enough  to  undo  the past few weeks.

[marcusmixes]

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📸: @maggiemeichance

[shatteredgossip]

@dailydiegorodriguez: Maggie Chance is a fucking loooooooser lmao her music is so cringefail and diabetes-inducing she fr would be NOTHING without the Diamonds? @dailymaggiechance: @dailydiegorodriguez oh be so fr she's quite lit the daughter of a legend? in two years she'll be selling out MSG while they'll just be straight up sell outs looool

[practicemakesperfect10hiyya]

svetlana total drama revenge of the island save me

[shcrtnsalty]

temperance had just finished logging the last of the vitals when the hallway quiet dipped into something heavier. not silence—no, she knew that kind of hush all too well. this was different. alert. watching. her pen stilled midair as she looked up, eyes drawn down the corridor like an invisible thread was tugging at her gut. she spotted the visitor before anything else—their frame half-turned, voice trembling as they asked if she'd heard something. temperance didn't answer right away. her gaze slid to the room they were standing by. 304. open. open. her breath caught in her throat. "you shouldn't be near that door," she said, more instinct than command. but it was already too late. the temperature had dropped. the air around them felt warped, like it'd been breathed out by something not entirely human. "come here," she added, quieter now. steadier. she took a cautious step forward, never looking away from the darkness pooling just past the cracked threshold. the room wasn't supposed to remember. but sometimes it did.

she could feel it brushing against her now—memories that didn't belong to her, creeping along the edge of her consciousness. a boy with a stitched-up mouth, a lullaby in reverse, the sour tang of copper and salt. temperance didn't flinch, but her fingers twitched at her sides. "no one goes in there," she murmured, almost to herself. "not anymore." she looked at the visitor then, really looked, and something in their expression said they'd heard more than just a name. maybe it had burrowed into them too. maybe it wanted them next.

finding him had been harder than the search itself. there was no grand relief, no triumphant moment. just a numb, hollow sense of arrival. maggie had always imagined that the end of the road would bring answers—some closure, maybe. but all it had done was unravel her further. she didn’t find her father, not really. she found an old man with his face and voice, sure, but none of the weight that made those things matter. there was nothing familiar in his eyes. they were vacant, lost in some echo chamber of the mind. he mumbled nonsense, stared at walls like they held secrets, and flinched at shadows that weren’t even there. whatever made him him had long since left the building. against every desperate instinct that screamed for denial, maggie had no choice but to sign the damn papers. it had been abby who took the pen from her, who made the call, because maggie couldn't bear to. not after what happened that night. one wild swing with a bat, a spray of pain across her temple, and the undeniable truth that the man they found wasn’t someone who could just go home with them. the headache still hadn’t gone away, and maybe it never would—maybe some aches settled in your bones quietly. stubbornly. forever.

visiting him brought its own kind of suffering. the kind she didn't talk about, not even to abby. she went alone most of the time. the sterile smell, the white walls, the way the silence wrapped around everything like plastic. he never responded. never looked at her, not really. maggie wasn’t even sure if he knew she was there. and yet, she kept coming back, like a damn masochist, sinking into that same stiff chair and trying, every single time, to reach him. like maybe if she said the right thing, the man she remembered would come crawling back to the surface. but this time… this time, something cracked through. he said her name. softly, like a whisper from underwater. maggie’s breath caught mid-sentence. she stood, said she’d be right back—though she wasn’t sure why—and stepped out into the hallway, her thoughts still spiraling around that fragile sound. she didn’t even realize her feet had stopped until she was staring at the plaque next to room 304. not his room. not hers. she blinked, confused by her own disoriented mind, until another voice broke through her daze.

“sorry, i—” she started, turning her head, registering the girl standing not too far away.

maggie.

it came again. her name. not from the girl. from behind her. her head snapped toward the door of the room she’d just passed, heart thudding unevenly against her ribs. “did you hear that?” she asked, voice suddenly small, unsure if she was chasing a hallucination or something far worse.