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[parklevi]

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levi: what do u think is like, the big idea behind counting sheep

levi: like why sheep are they supposed to be more boring and sleep inducing than other animals

[lanasaved]

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lana: whereabouts are u i'm trying to break a record n like the WORLD depends on this the entire WORLD do u get that??? do u understand???

lana: this girl stacey (corn on the cob teeth n looks like she wld gnash on my ankles for sport) bet me she can get more lipstick kisses on people here than me n i am Determined to prove her wrong if it's the last thing i do

lana: so um. ya. hope u don't have anything against red n have a cheek or whatever to spare fr the cause

[judesave]

“You know there’s, uh... There’s a myth that your hair and nails keep growing after you die?” Delicately pursing the spliff between his lips, Jude audibly whisked in a drag through his teeth, newly grit against the evening cold. Perched on a porch railing outside of a typical Lockwood party, every so often he scuffed his Dr. Marten heel back and forth along the rot nibbled floorboards, gesture lazy and snail paced. “Actually, your skin just kind of... retracts. Shrinks, I guess. Like it’s... dunno, been in the wash too long. Fuckin���... weird.” Narrowing red tinged eyes slightly, he finished staring off into trees nearby to shoot his company a glance, almost completely forgetting that they’d asked him a question in the first place. “Sorry. What, uh... Did you want a lighter, or..? Can’t really remember what you just said, to be honest.”

[gabeleitner]

January felt like a fake month to Gabe, for sure. A filler month. The time when, after the partying and the drinking and whatever unmentionables pass from the last day of the year, the next is just barely nursed with the sucker punch realization that you’ve survived another year in the century. New Year’s resolutions of diets, social media detoxes, character improvements were scattered on the pages of the girl across from him, prim and proper in a bullet journal. Gabe rolled his eyes. He blinked owlishly at the professor, wondering how in God’s earth he’d manage to be this old and be somehow this stupid enough to not knock out his gen-eds in first year. There he was, sat in Astronomy 101, the initial signup had brought him hopes of learning the entry level perks of what NASA might provide, though now he was only realizing the amount of arithmetic he’d had to deal with. “Gen-eds are a fucking crime,” he mumbled to the person next to him, who hadn’t seem to being paying much attention either. “Only Syllabus week and I’m this close to dropping this class. Or just, you know, flat out leave.”

[lcofowler]

In a typical Sterling fashion, he could be found in the middle of a infamous Lockwood party curled up in the comfort of the washroom. Long legs tucked up to his chest, Sterling had counted up to ten while attempting to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth up to five times, but the old trick didn’t seem to be doing the job. With shaky hands, he moved to push his hair out of his eyes while simultaneously clambering to his feet to splash some water on his face, the sound of someone jiggling the doorknob shocking him back to reality, “J-Just a second!” he called out a moment too late, door bursting open and loud music surrounding him once more, “Um,” Gripping at the bathroom sink, Sterling attempted to hide his damp face from the familiar intruder, “can you - um, th-the door, could you close it? Please?”

[almarchive]

         The apartment's an overspill, the oil leak of new years eve, stragglers having made themselves at home on the sofas, duvets wrapped up to their ears. Some have left, slept, returned the next day and embedded themselves within the furniture nursing a hangover only to consume more gin from mason jars, mugs half-filled with sickly concoctions littering the windowsils, spilling into carpet. “Did you watch the new Black Mirror?” Alma muses half-heartedly, flicking through Spotify, the low blare of shoegaze thrumming from an amp on the breakfast bar. In the hallway, someone’s throwing up ramen noodles into a recycling bin, while others do lines from the tabletop. “Bandersnatch. The one with that guy with the eyebrows in -- you know, from We’re The Millers?” A cigarette clutched between chipped fingernails, a torn t-shirt and kneesocks, she hardly looks the part of the hostess with the mostess but the party’s long since ended, clubs shut, classes abandonned, and a comedown beats like whisked egg yolk in her head. “I'd be interested to know what you thought. What ending you got. Says a lot about a person’s character.”

[darlaismz-blog]

“come on! i stepped in the door right on the dot!” darla said as the class room door was shut on her. “i wasn’t late, i was in the damn door!” she shouted. “fuck you, ephraim!” she snapped, punching the wall and immediately regretting it as she held her fist with her other hand. “god... stop punching things,” she whispered to herself before she saw someone else in the hall. “...haven’t been to anger management in a while, i’m a little rusty on my coping methods.”

[tvrncrs]

Exhaling audibly, Turner slumped back into the wooden library chair. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands before momentarily staring at the laptop on the table in front of him. Running a hand through the messy mop of curls on his head, he glanced around before his eyes landed on someone the next table over. “Hey !” Turner said in somewhat of a whispered yell. “Do you happen to know anything about geology ? And, regardless of the answer to that first question, what’s the minimum amount of money it would take for you to take an online quiz for me ?”

[brtprnce-blog]

it had been a solid week since rune had been back in rochester , back in his comfortable one room dormitory , and far away from his overbearing parents. it didn’t surprise him that he made eye contact with someone he knew as he walked on to campus , making a beeline towards them and throwing an arm around them in a loose hug. “ did ya’ miss me ? “ he asked with a toothy grin as he relinquished his hold on the other , blatantly dragging eyes over them.

[justjudejones]

“You know, the human body is absolutely fascinating. In some parts of China they’re able to perform open heart surgery without actually putting the person under. Could you imagine not having to worry about the complications of anesthesia? They simply use acupuncture.” Jude had basically just word vomited at the person that was closest to her when she looked up from her book. That is until she realized how very uncool and freshmanly she probably sounded. “Please know that I’m actually a very not lame person. At least some times I’m not.”

[lunaallcn]

i'm so bad at writing open starters?? so please, like this post and i’ll get you a starter up!! :~))

[lanasaved]

Cherry bright roller skates knotted up to the nines, Lana glided across the dormitory common room until she could gently thump toes against the back of the sofa, roaring auburn hair falling forwards to litter a Haribo sweet smile. “Want me to predict your fortune?” Hands falling to fiddle with the closest item available, she coiled a cushion tassel around her index finger until the tip glowed red -- a blink and she’d dressed the restricted blood flow up in her head as Rudolph’s nose to make it pretty. “I watched this one porno about a fortune teller. The narrative was pretty good, actually -- super inspiring. Wanna let me test out my prophecies?"

[maggotmouth]

yo, like this and i’ll either reply to your open starter or write you a closed one with bridget.

[lcofowler]

like this if u want a starter from sterling!! i got tired of his old threads bt i need more on him now since i have like maybe 2 so hmu n lemme kno fr who if u have multiple chars or imma jst do it fr the account u liked it from!!

[frankievigc]

okay i might not get to them tonight but like this for a tarter from frankie! and i u have multiple characters feel free to specify who you’d like it on

[hugogw]

like this for a closed starter from rory!