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[thursdaygrl]

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Opportunities like this one didn't come every day. Jordan was aware of that. Hyperaware of it, even. And what perfect timing for this to be announced considering the studio session that Jordan had spent doing exactly zero dancing but rather fucking his dance partner on the floor of the studio. They were itching to get in some solo practice for later in the day, practically power walking towards the sign up sheet to write their name in for a night session, but the sight of Marie in the throng of senior dancers exiting the studio distracted them. "Moreau." They called out, but it doubled as a greeting as they fell into step with her. "Surely you're fucking dying to go to Paris, right? Suffice it to say we're gonna be working overtime to win this shit." It was strange, talking with her casually, but they'd been making an effort to be friendly, so it wasn't just them constantly shifting between being an asshole and ripping her clothes off. Easier said than done sometimes, though. "You good?" They tacked on the vague question instead of asking any of the obvious ones, like are you freaking out, being that you're the only freshman being given an opportunity like this? Or hey, are you still thinking about the other day when I came in you? Jordan had been, of course, but they weren't volunteering that information.

[swtsours-archived]

“   do   you   want   to   join   me   ?   ”

[persephonyed]

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shaking her head, alcohol softening the blunt edges she typically carried, jude couldn’t help but be amused by her friend’s jest. it was short lived though, considering the dagger she’d thrust through her heart as she continued speaking. it was surely evident on jude’s face, even if only for a brief moment, but the words hurt. “wow — i never thought i’d be the one on the receiving end of the ‘we’re just friends’ talk. i feel like a fucking idiot.” signaling to the bartender, she asked for two shots, and then immediately downed them both. “am i crazy then? for reading into this?”

[touchbased]

"look, i know it sucks," he starts, tossing his duffle bag onto the single queen sized bed the hotel promised would be two fulls, "but i'm sure we can make a comfortable enough bed on the floor for you." shoots her that signature charming smirk, fully aware she'll push back on his suggestion. (he’s almost hoping for it.) "or maybe you can try the bathtub? it might be better for your back." even shoots her a wink, just to add insult to injury. / @musingmixtape

[allcxmeclose]

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"Just-- stop. Stop," Dickie's voice rose, his fingers curling into each other. Not a fist. Just. Pads drawn into the base before flexing again with the tightness of his jaw. It was all he could do not to reach out. To grab them and make them-- to make them listen, "I want to talk. That's it. Can we talk?"

[heroexxs]

"you should see my mother, she keeps insisting that i try and court anyone within a stone's throwing distance from here." paige teased as she laid back on her bed, staring at the ceiling. gemma was the only one she could confide in and the only person who knew exactly what she was going through. the two of them were thick as thieves and more recently paige could feel herself being pulled even more toward her. they had this connection that she couldn't put her finger on what exactly it was. friendship? a crush? either way, she pushed her thoughts to the back of her head as she patted the spot next to her. "the galas, the dates, the small talk... it's a horrible cycle." she said with a small huff. she could stay right here in this moment she would forever, but knew her parents would have her head before that happened. "i'd rather just run away." she said with a small smile before propping herself up a bit to look over at her. "we should run away. we could do whatever we want, name a place... name anywhere but here."

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[marisola]

@musingmixtape / liked for a starter !

“  look  .  .  .  i  can’t  act  like  i  don’t  miss  you  ,  like  i  don’t  miss  this  .  ”  marcus  knows  it’s  wrong  for  them  to  be  seeing  each  other  again  ,  especially  considering  they’re  both  technically  seeing  other  people  .  hues  find  theirs  ,  hand  grasping  for  theirs  .  perhaps  it’s  the  liqueur  in  his  system  making  him  talk  ,  but  it  doesn’t  make  any  of  what  he  says  less  real  .  “  do  you  ?  or  is  all  of  this  in  my  head  .  ”

[mycrymes]

❝ i know its hard to love me . i appreciate you even trying ── it can be quite tiring . ❞ @musingmixtape <3

[felteverywhere]

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The only person in the world that Rory would wear an actual bikini top for and not a sports bra masquerading as a swimming costume for was currently waiting on the deck, donned in one of the fluffy white robes from the bathroom they'd be sharing for the week. She was waiting and Rory had taken her time, mostly because she'd gotten distracted exploring. The property was gorgeous, one of the best picks in a long time and it made Rory excited to be away from the grime of Los Angeles. Her parents had fled a long time ago, trading the Hollywood Hills for acres of land in Texas where they tended to a farm and pretended they were normal for half the year. At least Rory had the decency to not cosplay farm life... unless they asked her to really nicely. Undoing her robe, she pulled out the bottle of champagne she had stuffed in there, showing off her bikini top and boxer shorts combination as she held the bottle up in victory. "Got the expensive shit they weren't gonna open till the last night. They've seriously gotta stop trusting us to not do high school ass shit like this." She grinned triumphantly as she approached. "After you, m'lady." She bowed dramatically, using her free arm to direct Belinda to the stairs that led down to the hot tub that was waiting for them.

[thursdaygrl]

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They'd been at it for hours, working through lunch though Jordan had promised themselves they'd slow soon. It was a bad habit, how their striving for perfection could become so relentless. They'd both committed to giving their all to this, but sometimes that was easier said than done. They were clad in a loose tank and cropped tights, having shed anything heavier the second they started sweating. And sweat, they certainly had. In fact, it made their shirt cling to solid muscle underneath it as they tilted their head up, taking a long, long sip of water. Turning to eye Marie beside them, they reached out, tipping her water bottle up a little higher, half-playful and half urging her to drink more than she was. She'd clearly been feeling it too, the exhaustion that came with working themselves so hard. Being in the academy, competing with seniors, it was no easy feat. Something about her seemed off, though, and they were sure it couldn't be about the perpetual elephant in the room that was their sexual relationship. Well, they assumed it wasn't, anyway. So they asked. "You good, Moreau?"

[swtsours-archived]

“   do   you   see   what   you   do   to   me   ?   even   when   you're   so   aggravating   ,   you're   doing   this   to   me   .   ”

[lvciddreamt]

@musingmixtape

clutching her untouched drink, viv’s mouth twisted as she leaned in to mutter in her best friend’s ear, “is it just me, or is this party kind of — weird?” there was an undeniable energy in the room, something akin to a frat party, but somehow also reminiscent of a sixth-grade sleepover. it was disconcerting, to say the least. “maybe we should leave soon.”

[touchbased]

they're alone, perched up on the counter of a half-cleaned kitchen that should be spotless but isn't (because service was hell and the staff were ten seconds away from mutiny by the end of it and elijah couldn't see it but she certainly could, so she sent them home early), and she can't help but laugh into her deli filled with vodka. "fucking hell, man. i think i was about to kill you tonight." feels safe enough to admit it, surrounded by the quiet hum of a borderline failing restaurant. / @musingmixtape

[pureshoney]

if anybody asked, austin only came to the game because his friends had invited him along. that and the open bar, the male wasn't holding back from as he downed a fourth vodka tonic. this wasn't exactly his kind of scene, but the fact that lainey was somewhere around here only brought him joy, knowing that the second he found her, he'd be able to piss her off. that's when oceanic hues land on the femme down by the field, and he's quick to find his feet carrying himself directly toward her. "you know, you definitely could have put a little more effort into your serves, lainey ..." states with a heavy sigh as if he were actually disappointed in her, tone demeaning as if he were her coach and not some guy that had no fucking idea about tennis or how to play it. all the male knows is that if both players were to score three points at the end of a game, it's called a deuce. that's where the extent of his knowledge ends, but he can't help but poke the bear just a little. especially when she gets frustrated and takes it on him. "but what do i know, right? not like i play tennis; waving a round a little net bat doesn't seem very interesting to me." / @musingmixtape

[heroexxs]

brianna's pace quickened as she almost ran down the hallway of the large castle. while she assumed that this would be rather easy, she could see why several people had quit long before she started. the task was easy, protect the princess at all costs no matter what. it was extremely difficult to do so when the princess would either avoid her at every turn or would make her do countless things that did not align with that job description. she was a fighting machine, had been in the frontline of countless battles and has had blood on her hands but still couldn't keep up with this princess. she huffed under her breath as she adjusted her armor and her sword that was strapped to her side while almost running to the princess' room. if her father or her brother caught sight of her alone she knew she would not only lose her job, but would probably lose her head as well. once she finally reached the princess' room, she knocked twice before opening and finally catching her breath. if looks could kill as quickly as her sword would there would only be one of them in the room. as she tried to regain her composure, she hoped that she wouldn't see how much her running off bothered her, that was probably her initial intention. instead she straightened her shoulders up and gave her a small smile. "i didn't know that you that you would want to come back up here so quickly, princess." she muttered as she caught her eyes for a moment. "a bit of a warning would be nice for next time. the castle is still a bit confusing."

// @musingmixtape

[bluerevs-a]

💕✨

send 💕 and i will tell you some muses of ours i think could work as a ship.

marcus  &  olivia  -  simply  put:  if  marcus  was  a  ken,  his  job  would  be  art  and  book.  so  !!!!  my  hands  are  tied  here.  i  just  feel  like  they  would  click  so  well.  i  already  have  a  ridiculous  meet-cute  playing  out  in  my  mind  (i'm  soooo  normal  lmao).  but  no,  him  pulling  all  nighters  to  help  her  study  /  her  listening  to  him  drone  on  and  on  about  his  controversial  art  opinions.  i'm  emo!

alba  &  gemma  -  listen  .  both  of  them  working  at  the  same  coffee  shop  🥺  alba  being  the  worst  barista  in  the  world  and  poor  gemma  having  to  put  up  with  her  🥺  them  closing  up  the  store  on  late  nights  and  complaining  about  their  lives  🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

nolan  &  mia  -  solely  an  opposites  attract  sort  of  thing.  he's  the  definition  of  wasted  potential.  could  see  a  'girl  is  convinced  they're  mortal  enemies  but  guy  thinks  they're  flirting'  vibes.