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[lanamemories2]

The party had died down to an ember, cups strewn and people excused, but Lana remained perched on a kitchen counter, star-shaped sunglasses pushed up into her hair, no sign of leaving. Dawn trickled in through the open blinds. “Two lies and a truth,” she singled someone out, red grin springing. “Way better than two truths and a lie. Lying’s just, like... more fun, or something. I mean, it’s statistically proven -- like, basic science. Isaac Newton probably lied all the time.” After saying so, she pulled from a bottle of Merlot, tongue flush with grape -- kissing her would probably taste like a distillery with a hint of strawberry chap-stick, a sophomore theorised earlier. Correct, if it weren’t for her unwrapping an orange Starburst. “Wanna go first or should I?” She popped the sweet into her mouth, corners tweaking with an initial chew. “Can hold your hand if you’ve got stage fright.”

[allvrdsalt]

SMS ✉️ OPEN

griffin: check out this dope sunset pic i just took

griffin: shorturl.at/yJQT8

griffin: oh fuck sorry my finger slipped i didn't mean to send you that pic of me

griffin: i'm sooo embarrassed.... 🙈🙈😳 even tho it is a dope shot and my back muscles make me look kinda ripped

griffin: totally not staged btw i was just like stretching super casual and my friend (NOT MY GRANDPA) snapped a quick pic

griffin: anyways haha wyd

[duckyaltalt]

( @radopens​ )

Stretched across a beanbag - Ducky hadn’t been sure how long ago it’d been since he’d first joined the room, eyes glazing past the sunflowers that surrounded him and sticking to the painting overhead, instead. Someone had thought to mimic Starry Night on the ceiling - the stars pulsated, colors swirled - he thought he could name constellations in the painting, like there’d been any to begin with. “That one’s, fucking ... Cassiopeia,” he pointed up, towards nothing, head half-hanging off the beanbag and body sunken in - his perception skewed, “She uh - was a queen, once. Got strung up with the stars as punishment, though - fucking ... pissed Poseidon off, or whatever. Big fucking ego.”

[frvyas]

the frida kahlo room served as a transitory spot for most, to grab their drinks and then move on. two freshmen lingered, though, making their rounds from bowl to bowl, sampling each one, gradually losing balance, cross-eyed and all. “bets on who’s gonna go down face first tonight? personally, i’ve got my eye on the tall, lanky kid. he’s winced with every sip. definitely a lightweight,” freya ascertained, bringing her own cup of magenta to her lips. a tiny grimace followed, not yet used to its’ stringency -- might as well have been rubbing alcohol dyed purple. “twenty bucks he runs to the toilets or collapses. what’d you say?” @radopens​

[scrcna]

@radopens 

“my sister texted me for the first time in, like, two and a half months yesterday just to tell me that she hated my shirt in my latest instagram post. and like... first of all, it’s a bodysuit, and second, she’s practically a mommy blogger now. and i can’t think of anything worse, so don’t come for my content when i had to read about your kid’s baby food regimen yesterday.” she shrugged, studying her cuticles, “people over the age of, like, twenty-eight are boring anyway. so, i win.” 

[silascs]

open to: moris residents ( or if you can think of a reason why your muse would be around ! ) 

      it’s not the first time this has happened, but definitely the first time silas has been in this condition. luckily with his own bathroom and shower, he’s never had to worry about it –- but the hot water in his shower stopped had stopped working yesterday, and finally silas found himself required to enter the communal showers until they could fix it. one thing he wasn’t used to was taking his keys with him to shower, and by the time he’d returned to his door from the floor below with a towel around his waist, he realizes he’s left his keys inside. none of his suitemates are home, he knows that, and he’s not quite sure when any of them plan to return. a blush creeps up his shoulders and neck, all the way up to his cheeks when he realizes he’s locked out and in quite an indecent state. his choices are clear: go down to the main floor like this to get let in or send someone down on his behalf. with a grimace, he finds himself knocking on another door with his features already contrite. “ hey, uh –- i know this looks weird, but i forgot my keys in my room and uh, i’m locked out. ” not a great explanation considering there weren’t any showers on his floor. @radopens​

[lcofowler]

T-shirt peeled off ages ago in an attempt to clean the stain off it, it was obvious that whatever the jungle juice inside had consisted of stained well, and deep. It managed to also coat the white tank top he still adorned, but did nothing to stop the childish excitement on his face, stumbling onto the back patio of the party once he noted that someone was out there, “Got a party trick,” Biting roughly onto his bottom lip to hide a grin that would’ve bordered on insane, Leo waved a smoke bomb in the face of the person he found, “I watched a YouTube video on how to set these things off all at once, make it kinda explode - like, a literal smoke bomb. The video made it seem super cool. Begone, succubus!” Final exclamation unnecessary, Leo merely shouted it to set the tone, arm rearing back before smashing the plastic onto the patio. He’d expected it to crack open, for a plume of smoke to gracefully rise in quick succession - what he got was plastic ricocheting around them dangerously, colourful smoke rocketing up and into his face far more aggressively than he’d prepared for. Doubling over, Leo spent a few moments coughing dramatically before shouting over at his company, “Jesus, shit, fuck - it’s choking me from the inside out! It’s in my lungs! We’re done for - that wasn’t supposed to happen, YouTube did not give me any warning of that whatsoever. You alive over there?” @radopens​

[scige]

( @radopens​ )

there’s a party late tuesday night - so late that it’s no longer tuesday, and in fact wednesday, now, because - of course there is, lovell never sleeps; never truly, at least. maybe that’s part of the allure - haunts and late nights, sleepless in hopes of spotting mothman in the woods’ tall trees. it feels like the moon’s hanging lower than it should be - just above them, big and yellow and clearly visible outside the bathroom window. a bit ominous, maybe - but she always held disbelief when it came to omens. didn’t do her too much luck, that - maybe she’d be better off if she had believed, even a smidgen. there’s not much to believe in, lately - she thinks, unsteady hands, trembling hands, lightly tip-tapping a line onto the screen of her phone, dangerously close to the sink’s ledge. the door creaks. it’s a loud sound, above the muffled music - mac demarco, or something - it was that sort of party - it’s loud enough, sudden enough, that saige jumps; noticeable shriek, only a moment long, hand smacking into the corner of her phone, sending it flying - sending coke flying - her pupils are the size of saucers, “oh - wow - christ - it’s like, airborne. like - like, asbestos, or something, right?” she looks at the culprit - smile on her lips, now - like she hadn’t been startled at all. it’s wide and inviting, though her hands haven’t stopped shaking. “sorry that’s like - a lame joke, or something, right? totally insensitive. asbestos ... serious. serious shit. uh - anyways! i would - do you have to piss? god - sorry, i’m like - totally abusing my bathroom privileges. trying to - make use of time, i think.” she wipes her hands on her shorts - holds one out, as if for a handshake, but quickly drops it - swipes her thumb beneath her nose, instead; it hadn’t been her first line, evidently. “sorry - again, i just like - spent like, twenty minutes talking to this business student dude who like - always wears suits. shook my hand for like, ten minutes. think he’s like starting a mosh pit. seriously, though - do you, like - have to piss? i can - i can get out, or like - do you - do you want some?” it’s easy to know what she’s referring to, “i have more - i just, uh - have to like, set it back up.” her phone is still lost, somewhere, to the bathroom floor; the bathroom mat’s a shitty shag rug, and there’s the remnants of someone’s clothes littering the base of the toilet.

[philcmena]

( @radopens​ )

philly hung from the mouth of the dinosaur model like she’d been crushed beneath its’ teeth, limbs sticking out from between tooth gaps like the bars of a cage - that’s what the mouth had felt like; a cage. it hadn’t been a particularly large exhibit - only eight feet tall - but she still had managed to find herself stuck between jaw. hardly minded it, though - felt natural, almost, like every time she’d gotten stuck on a tree’s branches. “hello,” she greeted a passerby, bent upside down - secure in the dinosaur’s mouth and narrowly avoiding tooth against spine, “it seems i’ve gotten very stuck. do you have a drink on you? i’m quite parched.”

[gcnnerpaxton]

Gunner was no good at good-byes. He’d pulled a French exit when leaving to New York for the Summer, only giving so much as an Instagram story of the pavement with New York City as his tagged location as a heads up. But if anything, he was even worse with reuniting, merely showing up in Lovell and making himself comfortable in the backyard of a party without mentioning to anyone that he’d made it back, “Oh, hey,” he called out automatically from where he was lounging on the patio railing, “I’m predicting my future with a pendulum. Extremely spiritual stuff. It said I’m going to die in a month - predictions? I assumed something exciting. Maybe a shark attack,” They were nowhere near any sharks, “You wanna ask it something? I think you’re only supposed to get three questions, so you gotta make ‘em good.” @radopens​

[rosasamuels]

The early hours of the morning led Rosa to believe it’d be a nice day. A few hours later, and she was wondering if she’d made up the breeze that’d cut through the heat from the beating sun. Clutching desperately onto a tree trunk, Rosa looked more like an overheating dog than a girl, cheeks rosy and hair matted to her forehead. The sweater and overalls combination was looking bad at this point. She’d have moved out of the direct attack from the sun if it weren’t for the roller blades on her feet, “Nothing to see here!” she called out to the passerby who’d caught her all but panting, too scared to move forward any further considering how terrible she discovered she was at roller blading, cut up knees proof of such, “I’m a literal tree hugger. Get it? Save the planet. Anyway, we’re doing just fine. He’s keeping me company. Taking a break - hey, do you have, like, water? Or something on you?” @radopens​

[axclfms]

                          she’s    inherited    a    pair    of    bright    red    sunglasses    from    whoever    left    them    for    her    in    the    bathroom,    the    blue    streak    of    paint    across    one    of    the    lens’    is    her    personal    touch.    it    matches    the    blue    that    resides    in    her    hair    from    when    her    entire    figure    had    been    outlined    on    one    of    the    canvases    in    the    pollock    room.    she’s    a    blur    of    golden    chaos    as    she    makes    her    way    through    room-to-room,    polishing    a    drink    and    leaving    a    bright    red    kiss    on    her    chosen    masterpiece    before    drifting    into    the    next    room.    she’s    refilling    a    red    cup    at    a    makeshift    bar,    behind    her    a    group    of    frat-like    boys    have    taken    campbell    soup    cans    and    have    turned    them    into    a    game    of    beer    pong.    she    takes    a    sip    of    her    drink,    turning    to    the    person    beside    her,    “  what    do    you    say    -  ”    she    tosses    a    look    over    her    shoulder,  before she looks back at them with a smile  ,     “  think    we    can    beat    chad,    brad    and    their    dad    in    a    game  ?    if    we    win,    i’ll    let    you    replace    my    tits    with    any    body    part    you    want    in    the    picasso    photobooth  .  ” @radopens​ 

[texeiras]

she’s gotten better at not flipping her lid at anyone who so much that looks at her the wrong way, but it doesn’t mean it’s completely over and done with. as evident by the freshman gawking as she is simply minding her own business, trying to send a text. she glances up, brow furrowed. “if you could remove your head from your ass, and go find someone else to fixate on, that’d be stellar,” she warns, before practically bearing her teeth at him. when he scurries off, speechless and afraid, her gaze shifts to one nearby. “can you believe that shit? it’s, like, take a picture. it’ll fuckin’ last longer, right?” 

[searching4alaska]

she spun on her pointed shoe, her hands enlong gated. she had been spending as much free time as she could, needing to get into the american ballet company when she graduated for herself and gemma.

she rolled down so her feet were flat on the ground, her hand on her chest. “oh my god,” she said, breathing out. “i just, how long have you been there?” she asked, grabbing for the remote to turn off the classical music.

[ovcrdrive]

Stevie was starving, not quite to death, but honestly it felt pretty close to it as he made his way off of campus and towards...honestly, whatever cheap place he could find. He pulled his phone out of his pocket with one hand, attention drawn towards pulling up Uber, when he felt his shoulder collide with the arm someone else, causing him to drop his phone to the ground. “Shit,” he cursed, stretching down to snatch it up before peering at the poor unsuspecting person, concern settling in. Usually people didn’t exactly like being bumped into, and Stevie was sure either they’d be pissed or he’d hurt them. Neither good options. “Are you okay?”   @radopens​

[hangingbyahairsbreadth]

@radopens

Drake wandered down the bookshelves towering above him, running the tips of his fingers over the spine and taking them in. The quiet, muted click of his heels felt right at home with the occasional whisper in the library and the shifting of fabric and paper.

He picked out a few books, extra reading for his psychology course, and with those in his arms, he walked aimlessly through the library. He knew that this was one of those moments where he wasn’t entirely sure what to do next, no matter how simple it might be. He caught sight with of a table and wandered over- barely dodging a library cart, maybe he should just check the books out, ah he’s at the table already. Might as well ask-

“Hello, could I sit here?”