#jcmesfoster

[zoraglover]

starter for @jcmesfoster

“ well, well, well, if it isn’t the golden boy of hollingsworth! have a good summer on your daddy’s yacht? hope you didn’t get too seasick. i know you’ve got a delicate stomach. ” zora circled her fellow VP, a joy of chaos to come fueling her elementary taunts. 

[dctrinaire]

being with james wasn’t easy per se but it was easy in the way that it’s expected, it makes sense. there’s a quiet resolution that comes with their relationship like both of them should be perfect for each other and they’re angry it doesn’t work.  it was hard to shake the feeling that she could be doing something more productive with her time than watching him practice soccer. “hey babe.” she said closing her book, she held up a firm hand to his chest, “i would kiss you but you’re sweaty.” // @jcmesfoster

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( @jcmesfoster )

          ❝ Y’know , you’ve got one of those photogenic faces - the kind o’ face that’s like , ‘ I SHOULD be a model but somehow I’m not ’ ?? Y’know what I’m talking about ?? ❞ Zelda’s eyes were more focused on setting up her camera than they were on the man she’d requested to be her model - for a multitude of reasons she never explained when initially pitching them to the brother of Lambda Sig. . . . She had a habit of doing that , it seemed. James wasn’t the first model Zelda had shot without giving away too many details. ❝ I’m gonna use these pictures for a project as well as some advertisements if that’s cool with you ?? Figured it might be a good idea to try n’ promote the GREEK ROW N’ GAMMA by advertising how well we get along with each other. And you’d say we’re pretty cool with you guys , wouldn’t ya , Jimjam ?? ❞

[drvansfm]

                               𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : @jcmesfoster  

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍'𝐒   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍   -------   when   was   the   last   time   he   got   his   hands   on   the   oxycotin   .   .   .   ?   he   had   another   injury   from   last   week,   a   minor   kick   to   the   leg,   simply   because   he   forgot   to   wear   his   shin   guard.   dorian   couldn’t   recall   if   the   pain   should   be   as   exctrutiating   or   not   ----   should   it   hurt   this   much   .   .   .?   he   couldn’t   think,   eat   or   sleep   and   things   were   beginning   to   overwhelm   him.   hot   and   sweaty,   dorian   exited   his   bedroom   in   the   frat   house,   nearly   crashing   into   the   other   individual.   “shit   ---”   he   uttered   under   his   breath   and   tried   to   hide   his   face   from   the   other.   “sorry,   man.   just   ---   gotta   get   to   class.”